Made for Each Other 6

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Halloween rolled around 3 ½ weeks later…

“There’s something I keep meaning to mention,” Blake said.

They were trying on costumes.

Chad wanted to go as an Olympic gymnast, a la Bart Connors (or whatever his name was), until Blake pointed out he was never going to find a costume that fit.

“You’re at least half again as big as they are!”

The stretchy unitard, though, made a great wrestling outfit. Chad was sewing a big felt Q on it. He was going to be a wrestler from “Queer State University.”

“And what’s that?” Chad asked, still engrossed in his stitching.

Blake cleared his throat and Chad looked up. Clearly something was troubling the big man!

“You know when we had sex the first time?” Blake said.

Chad arched an eyebrow.

“How could I forget?”

Blake pursed his lips.

“It was my first time, period,” he blurted.

Chad’s eyes flew open.

“What?! Are you telling me you were a virgin?!!”

Blake blushed furiously.

“I know, I know, it’s dorky but…”

Chad embraced his lover, laying his gorgeous head on the rock-hard pillows that constituted Blake’s enormous pecs.

“Babe, it’s not dorky at all! You know, it’s not like I had that much experience before! I just assumed we were in the same boat!”

Blake sighed.

“I thought you’d think I was clumsy,” he continued. “Hopefully I’m getting better at it!”

Chad gaped.

“You’re kidding, right? On a 1-to-10 scale, you’re a hundred and one!! Get over it!”

Blake blushed.


Chad wrapped his hand around Blake’s rapidly engorging 12-inch dick. At 9-inches in circumference, his fingers could barely close the gap!

“Really,” he said, then thought for a moment. “I guess it’s the case that you lack a basis for comparison, isn’t it?”

Blake grimaced.

“Well, yes, but that would mean…”

Chad grinned.

“Let’s be clear about something, Big Man,” he said. “There isn’t a man on Earth who is sexier and hotter than you are. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t still plenty of hot men out there!”

Blake looked at Chad sideways.

“Does that mean…?”

Chad nodded.

“It means that if you’re up for it we probably have a duty to the Gay Men of the World to demonstrate just how fucking hot and sexy you are!”

Blake pulled Chad close.

“Just so long as you’re by my side, OK?”

Chad buried his nose in the cleft between Blake’s mammoth pecs.

“Try and stop me! Now, as for the costume…”

Blake had really wanted to go as the Incredible Hulk and more than anyone this side of the Mr. Olympia stage there was no doubt he’d be able to pull it off. But then Chad started about body paint and the fact that he’d need to shave down and what a pain it was to get off and Blake began to get cold feet.

“Maybe you should as a cave man?” Chad suggested. “You know, loin cloth, club, wig. Like that episode of the Big Bang Theory!”

Blake’s eyes lit up. He and Chad were both avid fans of Brian Patrick Wade, although any more that television hunk would be a pipsqueak compared to Blake!


The party was at Suzie Thomas’ house, as usual, and even though it had been a couple of weeks since she and Tucker Shaw had broken up “there’s no way I can’t invite him to come so you guys need to be there to make sure he doesn’t, y’know, lose his mind or something.”

To say that Blake and Chad’s entrance caused a sensation would be an understatement. They were greeted by:

Stunned silence

Slack jaws

Complete immobility


Well, and how not?

At 220 lbs. and 3% bodyfat, Chad looked like a taller, hairy version of that physique model, what’s his name, Raciel Something. His ripped 20-inch arms vied for attention with his ridiculously sculpted 28-inch waist and his incredible 28-inch quads.

Plus that bulge in his unitard, good grief! Someone ought to call the cops – it was clear he was carrying a concealed weapon!

As for Blake…

Holy Mother of God!

Half an inch taller than Chad, Blake was exactly 300 lbs. and totally pleased to have finally gotten his bodyfat (just a hair) under 10%.

Blake appeared twice as wide as Chad even though his midsection (which appeared to be constructed from half-a-dozen compacted beer kegs!) was only slightly larger, no more than 32 inches tops!

And his chest!

Sixty inches of power, his pecs were so full his nipples pointed down instead of out. They flowed seamlessly into basketball-sized delts, hulking traps leading in one direction to a neck that was clearly larger than Suzie’s waist and in the other direction to arms that were…

Tucker Shaw, already three sheets to the wind, took one look at those arms, arms that unflexed were nearly as large as his quads, and pitched forward into Suzie’s punch bowl!

Blake and Chad were on him in a shot, Chad righting the table and rescuing the punch bowl while Blake effortlessly lifted Tucker from the ground and held there with one hand while gently slapping Tucker’s face with the other.

“C’mon, buddy, time to wake up,” Blake said.

Suzie, her wholesome "All American Girl" face a mask of Athenian fury, nodded towards her bedroom.

“Take him in there and do whatever you need to do,” she said, through clenched teeth, then appointed two of her sorority sisters to work the crowd while two others were marched into the kitchen to help whip up another batch of punch.

Blake deposited Tucker in Suzie’s shower while Chad grabbed towels and then turned on the water.

“Owwwwww!” Tucker cried. “Da fuck?! M’drownin’ here! S’not fair!”

A couple of minutes of pulsing water was all it took, then Tucker’s eyes snapped open.

“OK, OK, I’m done.”

Blake pulled Tucker to his feet…then pulled off Tucker’s sleeveless plaid shirt and sopping Redneck Mullet wig. Apparently Tucker had decided he was this year’s Redneck Hunk!

“Now strip,” Blake said, pointing to the Daisy Dukes, wool socks, and scuffed Timberland boots.

Tucker readily complied, much to Chad’s surprise, and the two hunks began toweling off their erstwhile trainer.

“S’not fair,” Tucker muttered.

Blake and Chad looked at each other.

“What’s 'not fair?'” Blake asked.

Tucker glared at him.

“You’re so fucking huge!” he spat at Blake, then turned pointed to Chad.

“And you’re so fucking ripped!”

Blake and Chad chuckled.

“Not this again?” Chad said while wiping down Tucker’s creamy white ass.

“Still think we’re over-training?” Blake asked.

In a flurry of arms Tucker disentangled himself from the towels.

“And I’m so fucking boned!”

Blake and Chad gaped.

Tucker’s legendary 9-incher was at full mast and leaking pre all over Suzie’s extra-fluffy white towels with the gold “SJT” (for “Suzie Jane Thomas,” of course) monogram.

“Goddammit,” Tucker cried. “I thought I was straight! I never a looked at a guy until the two of you came along. And now I can’t get you out of my head!”

Chad wrapped his thick pythons around Tucker’s waist as the latter burst into tears.

Eyes agog, Blake suddenly saw that Chad was actually noticeably bigger than their former lust object!

If he had to guess, he figured Tucker had lost 10 lbs. since the day Blake and Chad had started working out at Muscles in Motion. And it was 10 lbs. of muscle, not 10 lbs. of fat, since everything was not only just a bit smaller but just a bit softer, too!

“Man, I don’t know what to say,” Blake said, moving in behind Tucker and wrapping his massive arms around Tucker’s neck.

Now sandwiched between the two former nerds, Tucker felt Chad’s gigantic 14-incher climbing up the slinky lycra unitard, the only thing separating it from Tucker’s now somewhat poofy naked abs. Meanwhile, a red hot crow bar -- or something like it -- was beginning to bounce off his ass cheeks.

“Mmmm, are you sure about this?” Chad asked.

Tucker shook his head.

“Beats the hell out of me,” he growled. “All I know is that I can’t think of anything but the two of you and being crushed by all of your muscle!”

Then he kissed Chad full on the mouth.

After a moment of shock, Chad reciprocated enthusiastically, then turned Tucker around to face Blake, whose jaw was clenched.

Oh My God! Tucker thought. I kissed his boyfriend and now I’m gonna die!

Blake’s face broke into a fabulous shit-eating grin!

“Mr. Shaw, Mr. Bennett and I have long agreed that you are the hottest thing that’s ever come out of Ottawossamie County. It will be our pleasure to fuck the living daylights out of you!”

Tucker’s eyes lit up – it was gonna happen!

“Prepare to be crushed, Little Man!”


Suzie’s sorority sisters were very concerned about the noises that emanated from Suzie’s bedroom for the next three hours. And quite concerned for Suzie herself, of course!

“Are you sure you’re OK?” they kept asking.

The rest of the guests were too embarrassed to say anything at all – they just steered clear of that end of the house! Every once in a while someone would not so surreptitiously bump up the speaker volume on the sound system only to have someone else come right by and turn it back down!

“Truly, I’m fine,” Suzie said, and it was clear that she was. “I’ve said for a long time that the best thing that could happen to Tucker Shaw would be for, well, I don’t suppose I really need to go there.”

She laughed out loud.

After all, she thought, They're going there themselves!

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