OK, this is it...the final chapter of "AJ & Noah"!
So before I started this story I had my doubts as to whether people would like it. Partly because of the length of it but mostly because of all the non-muscle element to the story, but I have been absolutely blown away by all the amazing feedback I've received, though admittedly most of that has been on the Muscle Growth forums rather than on here.
To hear people telling me things like they're emotionally invested with the characters and that the story has really touched them has just been amazing. And has made this just the best experience of writing and sharing a story I've had.
It's my favourite thing I've ever written and at the risk of sounding cheesy, I feel like this is the kind of story I've always wanted to write, but never really knew if I could.
Below are links to all the previous parts of the story, or if you want to read the whole thing on the Muscle Growth forums you can check out the thread here.
So here goes. The very last chapter (though it's a bit of a lengthy one). How's it all going to end?!
I lay on the guy’s bed with my legs up. I just really wanted him to fuck me in that moment. I’d met him in the club a few hours earlier. The last of a number of one night stands and casual fucks during my first term back at university. He pushed himself inside of me. Fucking hell. This is gonna hurt tomorrow, I thought.
He fucked me for a little while and then collapsed on the bed. I was kind of relieved. And then I suddenly just wanted to get the hell out of his flat. Wherever it was. Hove, apparently. A fair walk from Naomi’s place, but it was doable.
He offered to call me a taxi and pay for it. I told him I was okay to walk but he insisted. But when I was putting on my shoes he made a snide comment about paying for the taxi in a sarcastic manner. And I just thought, why offer and insist if you’re then gonna be a fucking prick about it?!
I collapsed on Naomi’s bed when I got back to hers. I was an absolute mess. I hadn’t planned on taking anything the night before, but one of Naomi’s flatmates had put a pill in the palm of my hand in the club and I hadn’t been able to resist.
“My arse hurts!” I said.
She grinned at me. “Serves you right for being a slag!” she joked. “Your behaviour last night. Poor Richard!”
I groaned and sunk my head into the pillow. Richard was a guy I was sort of seeing. He wasn’t my usual type at all. 6’2, slim built and camp as tits. In other words, the complete opposite of AJ Jones.
It was the last thing I’d been looking for after what had happened with AJ in the summer, but I’d pulled him in a club down here in Brighton one night and afterwards he’d wanted to see me again. And then again after that time. He definitely didn’t give me butterflies, but he was a nice guy, so I’d just sort of gone along with it.
He’d come out with us the previous night and had actually used the words, “Do you want to be with me?” I’d then kissed that other guy in front of him and ended up going back to his. It wasn’t my proudest moment, I’ll admit. I guess I just kind of freaked out. Because the last person I’d been involved with had broken my heart and it had almost killed me. There was another reason too, of course. I tried not to let myself think about it, but even though I hadn’t seen or heard from him for months, what I’d felt for AJ Jones in the summer was very much still there.
I felt bad about what I’d done to Richard. I thought about texting him and apologising, but what would I say? Sorry for getting off with another guy and then going home with him right after you asked me if I wanted to be with you? Sorry for leading you on when I’m still secretly in love with a junior competitive bodybuilder who lives two hundred miles away? Sorry for being an absolute fucking dick to you because a guy you never met broke my heart four months ago?
“My dad will be here in, like, two hours!” Naomi said. I groaned again. Naomi’s dad was coming to pick us up and drive us back home to Little Denton for the Christmas holidays.
As I thought about the day ahead, a sick feeling churned in my stomach. It wasn’t at the thought of being driven halfway across the country by Naomi’s dad on no sleep and still feeling trashed. It was the thought of being back in Little Denton. I hadn’t been back home since the term had started.
When I hadn’t been at my lectures, a lot of that term had been spent with Naomi in Brighton. I guess I’d found it easier to be around someone who knew the scale of what had happened. Sure, I’d told most of my uni friends in London about AJ. That I’d bumped into an old school friend. That we’d fallen for each other and ended up being boyfriends. That he’d messed about with another guy and begged for forgiveness, then went to Ibiza, completely cut me off and told me he wanted to end it.
And they told me they were sorry and that it sounded like I was better off without him and all of the things you’re expected to say to someone in that situation. But none of them knew AJ. None of them saw what I was like with him. None of them knew how much I was in love with him. To the point where I didn’t think I’d ever love anyone as much again.
But Naomi knew. Even if she never saw us when we were properly together. Never saw that version of me. She knew what I’d been through. She knew in those months that had followed that I was going through hell. Feeling the lowest I ever had. This feeling of sadness running through everything I did.
And she didn’t judge me when I drank too much and acted out. When I’d bought guys back to her house to shag then turned cold and frosty with them when I’d sobered up the next morning and spent the rest of the day feeling sad. Or when we’d been having a good night out but I’d randomly returned from the toilets of a club with a red, blotchy face because I’d started thinking about AJ and it had all got too much and I needed to leave. She worried about me, obviously, but she understood everything. Mostly she was just there. Like best friends should be.
I’d forgotten how much I’d missed my family until I was home and my mum was kissing me on the cheek. “Oooh, here is. The stranger!” she said pointedly, but she was smiling and happy to see me.
My mum studied my face and gave me a suspicious look. I knew I looked a mess from the night before.
“You look … tired,” she said. Then she sighed and gently shook her head. “God knows what you and that Naomi get up to down there!” I rolled my eyes in response but I couldn’t help but smirk. Mum never changes.
“Yo, bro!” My sister, Kayleigh, who was also home for Christmas, gave me a hug. “Wow! You look like shit!” she said.
“Charming!” I replied. My sister was one of those people who didn’t have a filter. She basically just said whatever came into her head, regardless of whether it might cause offence. I’d often wondered how two people with the same parents could be as different from each other as me and Kayleigh were.
As nice as it was to see my family, I couldn’t wait to collapse on my bed in the bedroom I’d grown up in. It really did feel nice to be back. Whatever few bad memories I had associated with that room from the end of the summer, I think I’d always love it. It felt like one of the few places in the world where I truly felt safe. I had felt that way about AJ Jones’ bedroom once too.
As Little Cat jumped on my bed and curled into the back of my legs, I thought about that one afternoon in the summer when AJ was here, lying on my bed. His gorgeous, smiling face an inch away from mine, his ridiculously muscular body squashed up against me, his huge biceps bulging out of his blue, Tesco polo shirt. That was the day my mum had come home unexpectedly and I’d had no choice but to re-introduce him to her. Awkwardness aside, I had been so happy that day. Me and AJ in our own little bubble. I never imagined it would burst so easily.
And then I start thinking about another occasion; sitting on this very bed and crying into my pillow after getting that text from AJ telling me that it was over.
I never replied to that message. I thought about it. That night, the next few days and a dozen days after that. I thought about all the different ways I could have responded, and all the different things I could have said.
I thought about getting angry. Calling him a coward for ignoring me. Letting him know how hurt I was. Accusing of him not really caring about me. Reminding him that what we had was so special and that I couldn’t believe he was just throwing it all away.
I thought about being understanding. Telling him that I knew why he’d done what he had. That it was probably for the best that we ended it now and that I hoped one day we might be able to be friends again, even though I knew that that could never happen.
And sometimes I thought about fighting. Telling him that I wasn’t going to let him end things that easily. Telling him that we could make it work. That I could forgive him for messing about with another guy. That what we had was too special to give up. Doing whatever I could to change his mind. To make sure that I didn’t let him go like I’d let him go before.
But I couldn’t bring myself to do any of those things. Much like when AJ had hurt me when he’d messed about that guy, Dale, I had closed down to him. That imaginary wall between us had gone up again. And honestly, I just felt like giving up. I couldn’t be hurt anymore by AJ Jones. So I deactivated my Facebook profile. I hid away in my room for the last few weeks of the summer with only Little Cat for company. I stayed away from the leisure centre and Tesco. And any other place that AJ Jones might be.
Much like I had on numerous occasions over the previous few months, I then found myself wondering what AJ had been up to since the summer, and what he was doing now. Did he still work at Tesco? Maybe he was now a full time personal trainer at the Little Denton Leisure Centre? Or even a trainer at one of the bigger gyms in town? Did he go out on the gay scene? Had he met any guys off any dating apps? Did he have a whole new set of gay drinking buddies? Was he now boyfriends with the hottest muscle guy in town, me just a distant memory?
The more my mind started to wander with possibilities, the less I wanted to know. Maybe it was better to remember AJ as he was the last time I’d seen him. Sorry and hurt for what he’d done with Dale. Asking me for forgiveness. Gripping me tight with his ridiculous arms and sinking his head into my neck near the front door of his house before he left to go to Ibiza for a week.
Me and my family had a tradition. Every Christmas Eve we’d go and visit my grandparents on my mum’s side. Sleeping in my bed at my parent’s house the previous night had given me the best night’s sleep in months. Apparently though, I need more.
I woke up in the back of my dad’s car, my mum twisting her neck and looking at me with this amused, affectionate grin. And my sister also looking at me. Giving me with cheeky grin and rubbing my cheek with her finger. “Awww! The baby’s awake!” she said, in a cutesy voice.
Then even my fucking dad looked around with a big, cheesy grin on his face, also clearly amused that I’d fallen asleep in the back of the car. Jesus fucking CHRIST! I seriously couldn’t do anything without my whole family making a massive fuss of it. I rolled my eyes. I was annoyed. But, I don’t know, truthfully, I kind of liked it. In that moment, still half asleep, I felt this overwhelming sense of love for my family.
The car seemed to be slowing down. And then my stomach suddenly lurched, because I realised where we were and what we were doing. Pulling into the car park at the local Tesco. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Why are we stopping here?” I asked my parents, anxiously.
“Three guesses! Your mother needs something!” my dad groaned.
“Shut up, Keith! Two things I need. I’ll be ten minutes!”
“We’ve heard that one before!” my dad said.
“Noah, you can stay here in the car with Kayleigh if you want. We won’t be long!” my mum said as my dad parked the car.
Still feeling a little groggy from not having long woken up, I didn’t really think about what I did next. I think I even surprised myself. Because I was suddenly undoing my seatbelt and opening the car door. Maybe if I hadn’t fallen asleep, had known in advance that my parents would be stopping there and had been given time to think about what I was going to do, I wouldn’t have gotten out of that car.
But there I suddenly was, trailing behind my parents and walking into the place where it had all begun. The place I’d been reunited with AJ Jones that Friday afternoon, all those months ago in June. Where I’d found out that one of my old best friends from school had transformed himself into a mini muscle bull of a bodybuilder, with ridiculous biceps, a big, beefy arse and massive tits which strain through the material of his work shirt.
As we walked passed the big Christmas tree and the people dressed as Santa’s collecting money for charity, my mind started spinning with questions. Did AJ even still work here? And if he did, would he be working on Christmas Eve? And what the hell would I do if I actually ran into him?
As soon as we walked into the main store, I got my answers to all of those questions. My heart jumped into my throat, and my legs felt like they were going to give up on me. Because standing next to a big display of discounted Quality Street, in the very same blue polo shirt, his arms still ridiculously huge (if not fucking more so!), his tits still straining through the material, his face just as fucking cute and oh-so-gorgeous as before and wearing a red and white fucking Santa’s hat, was the boy who’d broken my heart.
I couldn’t decide what I wanted more as I looked at AJ Jones for the first time in four months. To turn away from him and run the hell out of the shop, or to run towards him and sink my body into his. And tell him how much I’d missed him. How much I’d thought about him. And how I very much still loved him more anything.
I knew as soon as AJ had spotted me, because his expression suddenly changed. He looked surprised. He definitely looked nervous. Even a little bit scared.
I was incredibly nervous myself. But my legs just kept walking towards him. There was nothing I could have done then anyway. He’d seen me. I had no choice but to go up to him.
My mum had obviously spotted AJ too. “Come on, Keith, let’s go get the sausages!” she said, ushering my dad away. I was both surprised and impressed at how much my mum respected the fact that I wouldn’t want them around in that moment.
As I approached AJ, his face softened. He still looked really surprised. Almost like he’d seen a ghost. I guess he kind of had. But I could also tell, that even though he was nervous, he was actually pleased to see me.
“Hey!” he said, nervously.
“Hi!” I replied, my heart pounding. It was funny. I had always wondered what would happen if I saw him again. I had thought that I might still be pissed off at him and want to start shouting at him for what he did. But standing in front of him again in the flesh, looking at his cute button nose, rosy cheeks and his slightly jug ears sticking out underneath the white fluff of his adorable Santa’s hat, I was filled with this overwhelming feeling of affection. Even though I was nervous as hell, it was so fucking nice to see him. I never would have predicted I’d have felt that way.
He still smelt exactly the same. That unique, intoxicating, masculine scent I once loved so much. I hadn’t realised how much I’d missed it until that moment.
“Nice hat!” I said, playfully. AJ rolled his eyes and his mouth broke into a little grin. It was still as gorgeous as ever.
“Back home for Christmas then?” he asked.
“Yep!” I replied.
“Back in boring Little Denton!” AJ said, with a knowing grin. My heart fluttered like crazy. He had said those very words to me the day we’d bumped into each in the meat aisle of this very store. Clearly he’d remembered.
I realised in that moment how ironic it was that I’d always found Little Denton so boring as a teenager. How I’d been so desperate to move to London at the very first opportunity. And yet, both the most amazing and the most heartbreaking thing had happened to me right here in the place I grew up in.
“Still working at the leisure centre too?” I asked.
“Yeah!” he replied.
“Nothing changes much round here!” I said. AJ had said those words to me that day too. The cute, heart melting grin he was giving me told me he very much remembered that too.
An elderly woman who’d picked up a tub of the Quality Street from the display and was studying it was suddenly trying to get AJ’s attention.
“How much are these, love?”
GAAAHH!! Five fucking pounds! It says it on that big plastic sign in big letters right in front of your bloody eyes.
“Five pounds!” AJ said, cheerily, with a big, warm smile. God. He was still such a little fucking charmer.
The woman’s mouth then broke into a mischievous little grin as she then placed her hand on AJ’s wrist. “My grandson, Simon! He’s into all this muscle building stuff!” Then she looked at me and gave me a cheeky wink.
AJ shot me an amused look. “Awesome!” he said to the woman, grinning wildly. I bit my lip and tried not to laugh.
“I keep saying to him, ‘You’re getting too big, Simon!’ But he won’t listen!” AJ was smiling and nodding and the woman was shaking her head and chuckling to herself.
As she walked away, me and AJ looked at each other and exchanged amused grins. “Think Simon goes to Scorpio’s?” I asked AJ. And then he made a sound I never expected to hear again. He giggled. One of his cute, little giggles I used to love so much. And God, I wanted so much in that moment to be back where we were in the summer.
Even after everything that had happened, the chemistry between us was very much still there. Looking at AJ’s cute, smiling face as we exchanged a personal joke, this incredibly warm feeling washed over me. Just for one moment, it felt like nothing had changed between us. And then I remembered that it had, and suddenly my stomach was twisting and my whole body felt heavy.
A scary looking woman was walking in our direction and glaring at AJ with her eyes narrowed. I’m pretty sure it was the same woman who’d interrupted us when we’d bumped into each other that afternoon in the meat aisle. “AJ!” she said to him, sternly, as she walked passed.
AJ looked at me and this sudden look of disappointment flickered across his face. “I’d better …,” he said, nodding to the people looking at the Quality Street display.
My heart dropped. “Yeah!” I said, understanding that I needed to leave him to it. “Good to see you, anyway!” I said, my voice shaking a little.
“You too! See ya!” he replied, with a look of sadness in his eyes.
And then it was suddenly over, and I was walking away, not knowing if and when I’d ever see AJ Jones again.
Christmas Day was pretty much always the same with my family. My nan would come over in the morning. We’d open our presents. My mum would make sausage sandwiches for everyone’s breakfast. We’d probably have a Bailey’s or a Bucks Fizz each not long after that. My mum would say that lunch would be ready by two o’clock. We’d all know it would be more like three o’clock, which my dad would make jokes and sarcastic comments about.
We’d watch whatever films were on TV in the afternoon while still wearing our paper hats from our Christmas crackers. Probably one of the Harry Potter films for the four-hundredth time and me and Kayleigh would know almost every line of dialogue that was coming next.
That Christmas was no different. Except for one thing. The whole day I had been thinking about my encounter with AJ Jones. Had been going over it in my head a hundred times. How he still looked the same, apart from his arms, which I could have sworn were slightly bigger than the last time I saw him. The expression on his face when he’d first spotted me. The way his ears had stuck out underneath the white fluff
It was a few hours after our Christmas dinner that it happened. Harry and Hermione had just used the time turner to save more than one innocent life when I heard my phone ping in my pocket. I took it out, thinking nothing of it, and my heart suddenly felt like it had stopped. Because, for the first time in four months, AJ Jones had sent me a text message.
I jumped up and shot out of the living room. In the hallway, alone, I looked at the text. AJ had written three words.
“I miss you.”
Fuck! My heart was suddenly expanding and filling up my whole chest. I dashed up to my bedroom, closed my door and sat on my bed, smiling and staring at the message. Scared but excited at what had happened, while not knowing what to do or how the hell to respond. And then my phone pinged again. AJ had sent me another text.
“I miss our Facebook messages.”
And then he sent another.
“I miss teasing you about being a future shredded muscle freak.”
A huge wave of nostalgia swept over me, mixed with an overwhelming feeling of happiness. I grinned wildly into the phone..
It's time for the penultimate part of "AJ & Noah". Much like the last part, I won't say too much for fear of giving anything away.
Just a reminder that I'm doing a top 20 bodybuilders of 2018 list on my Twitter page throughout the month. Here's how the list is looking so far...
#20. Brad Rowe #19. Adolf Burkhard #18. Elliot Dermond #17. Derek Lunsford #16. Igor Illes #15. Steve Kuclo
Final part of the story coming very soon!
I put the key in my front door, praying that my mum wouldn’t catch me coming back home. Because I’m pretty sure she’d be able to tell that I’d been crying. And she’d definitely know that something was wrong. The coast was clear. But as I rushed up the stairs to my room, my mum came out of the kitchen and started saying something to me. I ignored her, shut my bedroom door, threw my switched off phone on the bed settee in the corner of my room that me and AJ used to sleep on during our sleepovers when we were younger and collapsed onto my bed.
I was no longer angry. All I could feel was like this incredible sadness. It was like a huge black veil had been draped over my world. Curled up facing my wall, I could barely move my head, let alone lift it from the pillow. I felt like I was lying at the bottom of this huge pit, and I had no desire or energy to try and claw my way out. I just wanted to stay there lying in the darkness.
Not long after lying down I fell asleep. It was the sound of Little Cat crying at my door that eventually woke me up. I let her in and she pounced on my bed, meowing and rubbing up against my legs and eventually curling into me. I had no idea what the time was or how long I’d been asleep for. I didn’t really care.
I wondered if AJ had tried to call me again. Or had left me any messages. I was almost scared at the prospect of switching my phone back on to see. I just wanted to block everything out. Put everything on pause for a while. But I knew that was impossible, because all of these thoughts were running through my head, and they wouldn’t stop.
I kept thinking about AJ with Dale, the beautiful, olive skinned muscle guy he’d been with the night before. How Dale had tracked AJ down on Facebook and arranged to come up and go out with him in town while I’d been on my work experience placement in London.
What had they talked about on Facebook? Had they spoken about me? And what exactly had they done on that night out? Had AJ been comparing Dale to me? Comparing what our bodies looked liked naked? Had Dale done things to AJ that I hadn’t? Made AJ feel a way I couldn’t?
Even though I hated Dale for what he’d done, on some twisted, fucked up level, I couldn’t really blame him for wanting to track AJ down. It wasn’t every day that a ridiculously gorgeous, junior competitive bodybuilder strolled into a gay pub, bronzed up and bulging out of his tight, white t-shirt.
Dale, and the two other muscle guys he was with had probably almost fainted when they’d first spotted him. The other two had even tried to entice us back to theirs. Mr Olive Skin had probably had a flash of inspiration when he’d gotten home, jumped on his laptop and found AJ on Facebook. The profile picture of him flexing out a most muscular with his mouth open, shredded and bronzed on stage, sticking out from all of the other AJ’s that had popped up in the search results.
And as much as I hated Dale, for being rude to me in the pub, for tracking AJ down online, for presumably lying about visiting friends in town, just so he could see AJ again, and telling him that shagging him behind his boyfriend’s back was “no big deal” because, apparently, that’s what gay guys do, like a sneaky fucking cunt, I knew that if it hadn’t been him, it would have been someone else.
Some other hot muscle guy eager to snap AJ up and steal him away from me, just like I’d predicted would happen the night we were out in London. I just never imagined it would happen this soon. And this easily. While AJ was still very much living in Little Denton. One fucking trip to one gay pub in London and our relationship was fucked.
I kept thinking about what AJ had said about whatever had happened between the two of them. That he was drunk. That it was “barely anything“. That it hadn’t changed the way he felt about me. I kept thinking about how scared and sorry he’d looked. And maybe he regretted what he’d done with Dale? Maybe it was just nothing more than sex? From the way AJ spoke, I got the feeling that that was the case.
But if Dale hadn’t made him feel anything, what about the next beautiful muscle guy who pursued and enticed AJ? Or the next guy after that? How long would it take for AJ to fall for someone else the way he’d fallen for me? Someone who was more suited to AJ than I was? A beautiful, A-List gay with a perfect muscle body, and an amazing personality to match. Maybe AJ and I were just never going to last that long? Maybe someone like me could never really be with someone like AJ Jones? Maybe the universe just wouldn’t allow it?
But above all else, what hurt the most, was not what would happen, but what AJ had already done with Dale. I still wasn’t sure whether AJ was in love with me. I knew his feelings went way beyond anything he’d known. He’d told me that. I remembered his text to Naomi. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. And yet, he’d still gone behind my back and met Dale. Even if he hadn't planned to do anything, which I’m not sure I entirely believe, he’d still lied to me about who he was going out with. He clearly knew on some level that what he was doing wasn’t right.
Maybe there was a deeper reason why AJ had done it? Maybe he was scared of his feelings for me? Maybe I’d been too full on the weekend before, worrying about what was going to happen in the future and when I’d gone back to university? Maybe AJ had subconsciously wanted to fuck things up because it was just easier that way? Or maybe he also knew that, deep down, someone like him wasn’t supposed to be with someone like me?
A gentle knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. “Noah?” Fuck. My mum cautiously opened the door. “What are you doing?” she asked, gently.
“I just fell asleep!” I said, irritably.
“Is everything alright?”
“YES!” I snapped.
My mum wasn’t stupid. I was lying on my bed with the light switched off. Of course everything wasn’t alright. I expected her to leave the room, but she wasn’t moving. She was just hovering over the bed looking at me.
“What?!” I said, lifting my head off the pillow again and looking at her.
“Do you think I don’t know my own son?” she said, calmly.
And then she did something I didn’t expect. She put her hand on my leg and for some reason, my eyes watered instantly. I covered my face straight away and did everything I could to hold it in. I couldn’t stand the thought of my mum seeing me cry. I didn’t know why. I think that I wanted my mum to think I was this super strong person. Maybe then she wouldn’t worry about me so much when I wasn’t safe in my bedroom in Little Denton? Because as much as parents want to protect you, they can’t protect you from everything. It’s impossible. They can’t prevent you from meeting people who will hurt you, whether intentionally or not. And they definitely can’t stop you from having your heart broken.
“I don’t know why you always keep things from me, Noah!” she said, sitting down on the bed next to my legs.
I groaned, and took my hands away. I knew my face was a bit blotchy, but at least I’d managed to keep most of the tears in. “Because … your my mum! It’s weird talking to you about certain stuff!”
“Well you don’t have to tell me all the gory details!”
I rolled my eyes. “What do you wanna know?”
She still look concerned, but her face had softened. I could tell she was excited about what was unfolding. “Have you got a boyfriend?” she asked, with a little smile.
“Ugh!” I rolled my eyes. “Sort of!” I honestly didn’t know whether I still had a boyfriend or not.
Her next question surprised me. “Has he done something to upset you?”
“Yep!” I said, a little frostily.
“Is it worth arguing over?”
“YES!” I said, defiantly.
“Fancy spag bol for tea?” she said. Apparently she’d found out everything she’d wanted.
“Go on then!” I said.
She stood up from the bed, and Little Cat lifted her head up and jumped off to follow her. “Try not to wallow too much!” she said, in a light tone.
My mum clearly didn’t understand the scale of what had happened, but that comment still made me smile a little. In fact, I was feeling considerably better than I had done after the chat with my mum.
Before she walked out of the room, she paused to ask me one more question. “This boyfriend. It’s AJ isn’t it?”
I lay my head back on the pillow. I was suddenly too embarrassed to look at her. I didn’t say anything. “I’m gonna take that as a yes!” she said. And just before she walked out, I glanced over and caught her face, which was suddenly wearing this pleased grin. I could barely believe it. I was convinced that my mum hadn’t suspected that something was going on between me and AJ. Clearly I’d been wrong.
I decided I couldn’t ignore reality for much longer. My stomach clenched tightly as I switched on my phone. It was funny though. I’d been okay with ignoring AJ, but as my phone loaded up, I was suddenly really anxious to find out whether he’d tried to get in touch. As suspected, he had. In fact, he’d sent a series of texts, dating back to two hours before. Right around the time I’d left his house.
“Noah come back.”
“I’m sorry! Please talk to me!”
“Just let me know you’re OK.”
UGH! I threw my phone on the bed in anger. Of fucking course I’m not OK, I thought. I decided that I wasn’t going to let him know anything. He could just sit there and fucking squirm.
Ignoring AJ was surprisingly easy, even when he text me the next day to ask if we could talk. I even took a little comfort in knowing that I hadn’t done anything wrong. Knowing it was all him. AJ was the one in the wrong. He was the one who’d fucked up. Even though it hurt like hell. Even though I felt like I’d never be happy again.
There were moments over the next few days when I questioned what I was doing. Brief occasions where doubt set in and I wondered if there was just the slightest possibility that I was overreacting. I mean, I got it. A lot of gay couples do mess about with other guys. And it’s no big deal as far as they’re concerned.
And if they’ve chosen to do that, and both parties are happy with the arrangement, then that’s great for them. But for me, I wasn’t sure such a thing would work. I was in love with AJ, so why would I want to be with anyone else? How could the rush of any quick blow job with a random guy in the toilets of a club compare to having sex with the man I knew and loved and worshipped?
“Oooh, he’s finally come out of his room!” my mum said one afternoon as I was getting a drink from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and said nothing. I really wasn’t in the mood.
“Can I just ask you a question?” she asked, cautiously.
“What?” I replied.
“Whatever AJ has done, is it worse than what that Reece Miller did to you at school?”
I scoffed. “YES!”
She narrowed her eyes. “Hmmm. Well did AJ say he was sorry?”
I looked at her in confusion. “Yeah?!” I replied, like that would make any difference.
“Well, that’s something!” she said.
What a stupid comment to make. Whether he was sorry or not was completely beside the point. An apology didn’t excuse what he’d done.
“I’m just saying,” my mum began. “That Reece Miller never apologised for telling everyone at school that you were gay, did he?”
I could sort of see her point. Reece, who was supposed to be my best friend, fucked me over and felt no remorse. But I’d always kind of known that he was a prick anyway. AJ on the other hand. He was sweet and good hearted and genuinely cared about me. He’d done one bad thing and was sorry for it. To be honest, though, I wasn’t really sure what was worse.
Over the following days I continued to ignore AJ. I was still so hurt by what he’d done, but as more time passed, I began to miss him. I kept thinking about everything that had happened over the previous few months. Even right up to a week and a half earlier when we’d been in London together. That amazing weekend in London.
I started to miss being cuddled up to him on his bed. I started to miss our cute, funny Facebook messages. Joking with him about me being a future shredded muscle freak. I started to miss being sat next to him in his car. I started to miss kissing him, the way he made me feel and the person I was when I was with him. Possibly the best version of myself there’s ever been.
I started wondering how he’d been doing. Imagining his mates at Scorpio’s and his concerned work colleagues at Tesco asking him if he was okay, because he didn’t seem like his usual self. I pictured him lying on his bed feeling down about what had happened. Regretting what he’d done and feeling awful that he’d hurt me. Wondering if and when I was going to reply to his texts.
And what if all this was just pushing him away? Surely there would be a point where AJ would give up? Where his pride would get the better of him and he’d stop trying to get in contact with me. God, maybe he’d even start texting Dale? Maybe he was doing that already?
I thought about the conversation I’d had with him in the hotel room in London about giving up on him too easily when we’d stopped being friends all those years ago. Was that what I was doing now?
There was one thing that I knew I could do to try and attempt to make myself feel better. One thing that had happened over the summer that I could try and put right. So one afternoon, while still ignoring AJ, I sat on my bed, picked up my phone and scrolled to a contact I hadn’t used for a while. Someone who I’d actively, and wrongly, been ignoring for weeks, and composed a text.
“Hey Eddie. I hope you’re okay. I know I haven’t been in touch for a while and I just wanted to say that I’m really sorry for that. You are such a great guy and we had some really fun nights together but if I’m being completely honest, I met someone else. I didn’t expect it to happen. And it took me by complete surprise. I guess it was just easier to ignore you, which I know was really wrong and (again) I really am sorry for that. I understand if you don’t want to talk to me again, but I thought you deserved an explanation. x”
As soon I pressed send, this huge wave of relief washed over me. I knew I’d done Eddie wrong, but maybe this would help to make up for it? Or at least make him think that I was a little less of a dick than he probably already did. I kind of had a feeling that Eddie would reply to my text. I wasn’t wrong. Not five minutes after I’d text him, his response came through.
“Hey Noah. Wow. Good to hear from you. Well I won’t lie, I was pretty gutted when I didn’t hear back from you, but hey, these things happen and I guess we didn’t know each other for that long. But I think you’re a great guy too, and I’m not really surprised that you met someone. I mean, you’re so fucking sweet and endearing. (And handsome too - obviously!) Whoever he is, he’s a lucky guy. I guess you’ll be going back to uni soon, but maybe we can still be friends? x”
I felt a huge wave of warmth as I looked at Eddie’s text. He really was a great guy. And even though being friends with him seemed like a really nice idea, I had a feeling that that wasn’t going to happen. That once I’d gone back to university, we’d lose touch. Still, I did what was expected and replied to Eddie, thanking him for being so understanding and telling him that I’d really like for us to still be friends. But before I finished composing the reply, Eddie sent though another text, which completely surprised me.
“Hey again. Can I just ask? The guy you’re seeing. Is it your hot bodybuilder friend AJ?”
Fuck. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t help but smile at Eddie’s text. At the cute way he’d described AJ, and also the fact that, just like my mother, Eddie had clearly been able to tell that something had been going on with us. The whole thing also gave me an unexpected buzz, while also making me think, once again, about the boy I’d spent the summer falling in love with.
It was the sound of something outside my house that initially woke me up that night. Half asleep, and unsure of whether I was dreaming, I ignored it. But then the light from my phone screen lighting up fully woke me up. It was two am and AJ was calling me. No doubt probably drunk. I won’t lie, there was a part of me that felt excited about the fact that he was calling. Just seeing his name on my phone made my insides flutter.
He hung up, and I put my phone back down beside me. And then it lit up again. AJ had sent me a text message. Two simple words which made my whole body jolt. I was panicked. Surprised. But also kind of excited too.
What. The. FUCK?!
And then I heard something hit my bedroom window. And then again. What the fuck was AJ doing? Was he throwing stones at my window? I lay dead still for a moment, my heart thumping.
And then I suddenly heard my parents stirring from the next room and my dad’s voice and fuck, a panic shot through me.
I thought about quickly texting AJ to warn him. I guess my pride was very much still in tact at that point, though, because I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
I heard my parents frantically climbing down the stairs. Shocked and nervous at what was unfolding, I sprung up in bed, and tried to listen to what was happening. I heard my dad confronting AJ and being stern with him. I heard AJ desperately saying “I want to see Noah!” I hated how upset he sounded. I felt like crying. I had never wanted to hear or see AJ upset. I had never wanted anything bad to happen to him ever.
A part of me judged him for the incident. It was such a reckless thing to do. Coming to my house drunk, throwing stones at my fucking window. But at the same time, I don’t know, there was a part of me that liked it. It was crazy and irresponsible. And so dramatic. But it also felt oddly romantic. Him being so out of his mind and desperate to see me that he came to my house in the middle of the night. It was a like a scene from a film.
He text me the next morning.
“Hey. I’m so sorry about last night. I was drunk and I just wanted to see you. I understand if you don’t want to see or talk to me but I fly out to Ibiza tomorrow. I’ll be at home pretty much all day if you want to come round and talk. Tell your parents I’m sorry.”
I looked at the text on my phone, and something finally broke inside me. I was ready to talk to AJ again.
I’d never seen AJ looking so nervous than when he opened the door to me in his bright red Scorpio’s Gym hoodie. Not even the first time I ever saw him standing in the playground on his first day at my school. I was still angry at him. And definitely hurt. But I couldn’t deny that seeing him again, for the first time in over a week, made my insides flutter. Despite what AJ had done, he still gave me those fuck off massive butterflies.
But even though he looked nervous, I very much got the impression that AJ was pleased to see me too. He was covered up, but I could tell from his face and his hands that the bronzed competition tan from almost two weeks had all but faded. His hair was starting to grow back too. As sexy as his shaved head was, I couldn’t deny that I missed his old haircut.
This horrible, sick feeling churned in my stomach as soon as I walked into AJ’s bedroom. I knew why. I was remembering what had happened the last time I’d been in this very room. I had always loved being in AJ’s bedroom so much. In fact, upon until a week before, it was probably my favourite place in the world. A place I felt safe, even. A place where I could be the boy I loved exactly the way I wanted to be. To kiss him and touch him and do all the things I wanted to show him what he meant to me. But now that place was tainted. Like someone had taken a knife to something I loved and etched a big scar right across it.
“Are your parents really mad about last night?” AJ asked, as we sat on his bed. My stomach was tightening in knots through nerves.
I gave a little shrug. “My mum seemed okay this morning. She just sort of gave me this disapproving face. She knows about us by the way.”
“Really?” AJ asked. He looked surprised, but not worried like I imagined he would have. He even looked a little pleased.
I nodded. “Nothing gets passed my mum!”
AJ’s face softened and he smiled a little.
“How you been doin’?” he asked, suddenly looking nervous again.
I shrugged. “Pretty shit!” I said honestly.
AJ looked at me with these sad eyes. “I kept thinking I was gonna see you at the leisure centre. Well, more like hoping!”
He looked at me with this hopeful, almost desperate look. I melted. Just a little. Then there was silence and everything suddenly felt tense again. I knew this was my chance to get some answers.
I looked down at my hands. “So why did you do it?” I asked, calmly but solemnly. I only looked up at him once I’d asked the question.
AJ made a little painful groan and pressed his fingers into his forehead. Like he was beating himself up. “I don’t know,” he said.
“That’s a shit answer!” I said, still calmly.
He sighed. “It just sort of happened,” he said, chewing his bottom lip and looking at me with that desperate look again.
Ugh! I could feel myself getting angry again. Just thinking about AJ with Dale. Beautiful, olive skinned, built like a brick shithouse Dale. But I needed to know more. My mind wouldn’t rest until I did.
“Did he come on to you?” I said, less calmly.
AJ nodded. “Back at his mates house after the club.”
And there it was again. That sick feeling churning in my stomach. “Why did you even go back?” I asked.
AJ shrugged. “Well, he lived in town. It was cheaper and easier than getting a taxi home, I guess.”
“Did you want something to happen?” I asked, suddenly feeling like I might start to cry.
“No!” AJ said, defiantly. “I mean I could sort of tell he fancied me. I mean, I think most of his friends did. But he knew I had a boyfriend. Then his mate went to bed and we were sitting on his settee, and that’s when he came on to me. He took me by surprise. That’s when he told me that it was different for gay guys. That lots of couples in relationships mess about with other guys. So I went along with it, but not for long. I freaked out and told him to stop.”
I hated the images that were going through my mind. Of AJ being out with Dale and..
"I wanted to tell him how much I loved him. How I couldn’t envision being with anyone else. Had absolutely no interest in it. Not even a quick, meaningless fumble with a fit muscle guy in a blue t-shirt in a gay pub and his hot muscle daddy boyfriend. I wanted to tell him that my body was his. And how much I worshipped him. Every single part of him. But it all just felt too big to say."
OK, guys, here goes with part 12 of "AJ & Noah"! I'm not gong to say too much about this one. There's not a *huge* amount of the story left after this part so enjoy it while is lasts!
On another note, I'm doing a top 20 bodybuilders of 2018 list throughout December over on my Twitter page if you fancy checking it out. So far Brad Rowe has taken the #20 spot and Adolf Burkhard is in 19th place!
“I wonder what would have happened if we’d have stayed friends at school?” I asked AJ.
I was wrapped around him on the hotel bed, my head resting on his chest, his right arm wrapped tightly around me and his left hand holding mine as they rested on his abs.
My whole body looked absurdly pale next to his bronzed skin. Somewhere on the hotel room floor lay both AJ’s pink posing trunks and the lime green ones he’d let me wear. Maybe the straps of both pairs were intertwined with each other, the posers almost sharing their own little snuggle like me and AJ were.
“Like, do you think we would have still ended up together?” I added.
I looked up at AJ. He had this little grin on his face but was looking pensive too. “Mmmm! I hope we would’ve!” he said.
“We could have been boyfriends for years!” I replied.
AJ dreamily grinned at me. “You could have been there for my very first bodybuilding show!” he said.
“Oh yeah! I wouldn’t have let you wear those awful black posing trunks either!”
AJ did one of his cute, little giggles. “Hmmmm. Who knows, maybe we wouldn’t have ended up like this if we had?” AJ suggested. “Maybe we had to stop being friends so all this could happen?”
My heart fluttered. “I like that theory!” I said, squeezing his hand with mine.
I turned my face down again, resting my cheek against one of AJ’s pecs. “You know when we stopped being friends? I thought a few times afterwards whether I could have done more!” I said, not facing him.
“Awwww!” AJ replied, burying his face in the top of my head and giving it a soft kiss. “I think it was just one of those things!” he said. “Friends just drifting apart!”
You drifting apart from me, I thought.
“Hmmm. I dunno. Sometimes I think I let you go too easily,” I said. I don’t think I’d ever said that to anyone before. He gripped my hand tighter and squeezed.
We stayed cuddling in silence for a little while after that, just enjoying being wrapped around each other, until AJ finally spoke. “Mmmm. What time is it?”
“Erm … not sure. Probably about seven?” I said.
“I’m fucking starving!” AJ said. “I’d usually be eating cheat meals after a competition! Shall we go out?”
For some reason, a voice in my head shouted, “NO!” I couldn’t explain it, but it was so clear.
“Or we could just stay here all night in bed?” I suggested, looking up at him and grinning.
AJ cheekily grinned back at me. “Let’s go out!” he said.
I still didn’t know why I’d wanted to stay in when I was sat opposite AJ at a table in a cosy little corner of an Italian restaurant somewhere around Covent Garden. As it had been before, being in public with AJ felt like such an incredible rush. As was just being with him in the city, away from Little Denton. Doing things other than going to Scorpio’s or watching Dom and Cole in his bedroom, not having to worry about whether we could do stuff because his mum and Andy were home.
AJ was bursting out of a white t-shirt. His bronzed arms, face and neck contrasting ridiculously with the white material. I still couldn’t believe how much of a proper bodybuilder he looked. I’m sure my cock had been hard more often than it hadn’t that day.
The tips of our trainers were touching under the table. I could have just stayed there sitting across from him and looking at his gorgeous face all night. Our relationship had definitely reached new heights after what had happened at the hotel. I still couldn’t quite believe what we’d done. That AJ had been able to do what he did and it had bought me such intense, mind blowing pleasure. I wondered if the buzz I was feeling was ever going to end.
“So, what do you think of London?” I asked him.
“It’s mental!” AJ exclaimed. I grinned in response. “There’s just … people everywhere!” It was kind of adorable seeing AJ’s eyes opening up to something new. He seemed so innocent in that moment. It was so fucking endearing.
“You seem different here, too!” AJ said, surprising me.
I furrowed my eyebrows. “How?!” I asked, curious and excited at his response.
AJ grinned and shrugged. “I dunno! Just … a bit more grown up I guess!”
I had never really thought about it before then, but I guess I was a slightly different version of myself when I was in London, away from my family and Little Denton, where I didn’t have my mother worrying about me. Quizzing me about where I was going and who I was going out with.
I had so much freedom when I was in London. There were so many things I could do. So many different places to go. Sometimes I wanted it all so much. And yet, on the other hand, there had been so many times in the two years since I’d left for university when all I’d really wanted was to be back at home in Little Denton. Texting Naomi in my bedroom and wanking off to huge, shredded bodybuilders on my laptop.
“Is that a good thing?” I asked AJ, curiously. I think I knew the answer.
He gave me an adorable, loving grin. “Any version of you is good!” he replied.
I melted and sheepishly smiled back at him. I’m sure I probably blushed a little too. Before I could reply we were approached by the waitress bringing us our pizzas. She had this conspicuous little smirk on her face when she looked at AJ. I could tell she thought he was hot.
“Looks like you’ve got another admirer!” I said to him as she walked away.
AJ playfully sighed. “The downfall of being a sexy fucker! Everyone wants me!”
I laughed and playfully shook my head. “If you start bouncing your pecs again like you did on the tube I’m walking out!”
AJ beamed. “Yeah right! You loved it!”
I rolled my eyes and smirked. AJ picked up his knife and fork. Straightening up his back, he cleared his throat loudly and proceeded to bounce his pecs underneath his white t-shirt.
I shook my head and grinned like mad. “I don’t see you going anywhere!” he cheekily said, as he goofily grinned at me.
“I can’t believe how hard that guy on the tube was staring at you! He wasn’t even trying to be subtle!” I said to AJ.
AJ cheekily grinned. “Does everyone down here have a thing for shredded muscle freaks?”
A question suddenly came into my head. My stomach clenched a little at the thought of asking it. Normally I wouldn’t have, but there was something about that evening, what had happened at the hotel earlier, and just being away from Little Denton with AJ that was giving me a sense of bravery.
“Do you think you could you see yourself living down here?” I asked AJ, my stomach suddenly twisting.
AJ immediately screwed his face up. “Hmmm. Nah! I don’t think it’s for me!” he said shaking his head.
Fuuuuck! It felt like someone had kicked me in the fucking stomach. I actually couldn’t quite believe he’d responded that way. Given me such a resounding no. And so thoughtlessly. What the fuck did AJ expect me to do once I’d graduated university? Move back to Little Denton and get a job in Tesco? I knew we hadn’t discussed what would happen that far into the future, but surely AJ had thought about it? If only just a little?
What was also bad was that he didn’t even seem to register my disappointment. At least not at first. Once I’d been quiet for a little while he asked me if I was okay and I assured him I was. Perhaps foolishly. Maybe I should have just bought up the subject there and then, but I didn’t want it to seem like I was overacting. And I definitely didn’t want to ruin the atmosphere or the night. Even though AJ had kind of done that already. So I tried to convince myself I was being stupid and tried to put it out of my mind. Apparently not very successfully.
“You sure you’re okay?” AJ asked me as we walked out of the restaurant and headed towards Soho. We’d agreed to go to a bar, even though a huge part of me just wanted to go back to the hotel and fall asleep as fast as I could. In hope that when I woke up the next morning I would have snapped out of the mood AJ had put me in and forgotten all about his comment about not wanting to move to London.
“Yeah!” I reassured him, perhaps unconvincingly.
AJ narrowed his eyes. “You’ve gone quiet on me! I didn’t hurt you earlier did I?”
The question took me by surprise. I knew what he meant. Somehow I just didn’t expect him to ask me that. It was so considerate and sweet.
“No!” I assured him, sheepishly grinning at him and suddenly wanting to melt into him. Or at least hold his hand again like we’d done earlier on the way to the hotel.
“Good! I was a bit worried!” he said, biting his lip and grinning at me.
I wanted to tell him that no, he hadn’t hurt me. That what we’d done had been the single most pleasurable experience I’d ever had, and I couldn’t wait for him to be inside me again. That was the point that I managed to shrug off the earlier incident. What may or may not happen in the future suddenly didn’t seem so relevant.
AJ had requested I take him to one of the pubs I go to. I didn’t have the energy to face one of the bars where the younger guys go so I opted for one I knew of with an older crowd.
I knew that AJ was going to turn a few heads, but I wasn’t quite prepared for just how much attention he received. Jesus! It felt like practically everyone in the bar was staring at us. It probably didn’t help that I’d bought him to one of the cruisiest pubs in Soho. A fact I’d suddenly remembered once we were in there. I’d always received my fair share of attention whenever I’d been in that pub. So of fucking course everyone was staring at and checking out the huge, bronzed, painfully gorgeous bodybuilder bulging out of his tight, white t-shirt.
Even the insanely fit barman who served us was gawping at AJ. “I thought you said no one cares in London?” AJ said with a smug grin, as we found a spot to stand and I explained to him what cruisy meant, enjoying the fact that AJ was so innocent about such things.
It was interesting, because on that night in the bar back home where AJ and his mate had joined me, Eddie and Naomi, I’d loved seeing the attention he’d received. On that night, however, it was making me feel uncomfortable. Even a little anxious that so much attention was coming in our direction.
Maybe the reason I was feeling uncomfortable was because AJ and I were now together. He wasn’t just a guy I suspected might, against all odds, be interested in me. He was now my boyfriend, being checked out by an entire bar of guys. But there was something else that was bothering me too. I could tell that it was having an effect on AJ. It wasn’t an environment he’d been in before and from the glint in his eyes, I could tell that he liked it. All of these guys so blatantly checking him out.
“Those lads over that look pretty beefy!” AJ said, nodding to the corner of the bar. He was giving the same mischievous, wide eyed look he would if he were pointing out a particularly big guy at Scorpio’s who he thought I might fancy.
I turned and noticed three hot muscle guys looking in our direction. One was about 6’3, built like a brick shithouse, olive skinned and, quite possibly, one of the most beautiful men I’d ever seen in my life. But I could tell there was an arrogance there, even from the other side of the pub, which was an immediate turn off. There was something about the way he was looking at us, almost in judgement, which made my stomach clench.
The other two guys looked a little more easy going. One was a bit of a daddy. The other probably late twenties, maybe early thirties. Short-ish, good looking, pretty muscular, but no where near the level of the other guy, or the bodybuilder who’d cum inside me just a few hours before.
I probably should have known that when I left AJ alone to use the toilets, someone would approach him. I would never have predicted that I’d go back to the bar to find the three muscle guys he’d pointed out surrounding him, though.
I felt nervous approaching them. I knew that these guys weren’t interested in talking to me. That they definitely wouldn’t have approached me if AJ hadn’t been there. It was funny, because even before I was standing with them, I couldn’t help thinking how absurdly comfortable AJ looked with them. Even though he’d only just met them. It was almost like he’d found his people. Hot muscle gays. A private little club I definitely did not belong to.
“This is Noah!” AJ said, putting his hand on my back. The daddy and the short guy surprised me because they were really warm and friendly. But the other guy, the tall, beautiful, olive skinned guy, who AJ introduced as Dale, barely looked at me. In fact, it was almost as if he made a point of not looking at me.
And then, a few minutes in, we locked eyes, and I’ll never forget the look he gave me. I don’t think I’d ever really been looked down on before. But that was definitely was this guy had done. An intense feeling of hatred consumed me. There was no question about it. Mr Olive Skin was an absolute fucking dick.
After ten minutes or so, AJ went to the toilets. The short-ish guy, whose name was Jack, leaned into me. “Where the hell did you find him?” he cheekily asked. I couldn’t help but get a kick out of his reaction to AJ. I explained that we’d been friends at school and had bumped into each other just a few months before. I told how I’d assumed he was straight but we’d spent the summer rekindling our friendship and that we’d ended up getting together just a few weeks before.
“Awww! That’s kinda sweet!“ Jack, said to me. “Sorry, was it Noah?” he asked. Then he linked his arm with mine and fuck, I definitely felt something. I told him yes.
“I can see you’ve got a bit of muscle on you. You’re kind of like a muscle man to be!” he said. I couldn’t help but swoon and grin at his compliment. He was so incredibly charming and warm. Plus, he was undeniably sexy, filling out a tight blue t-shirt, with his pecs visibly straining through the material. Next to AJ, he was probably the hottest guy who’d ever chatted to me in a bar. The muscle daddy, who I’d found out was Jack’s boyfriend and who was now talking to another random guy who’d approached us, was pretty fucking sexy too.
“What are you guys doing after this?” Jack asked me.
“Erm … nothing,” I said, feeling both nervous and excited at what was unfolding.
“Do you guys wanna come back to ours?” he asked.
Had that been proposed to me two months earlier, and to me alone, I wouldn’t have thought twice about saying yes. But that was before AJ had come along.
“We’ve got coke!” he informed me.
“Ummm … I’m not sure if AJ is into that!” I replied, even though I was pretty sure that AJ actually would be up for trying it, if he hadn’t already.
“We don’t have to do that! Whatever you guys wanna do!”
It was obvious what that meant. Jack and his muscle daddy boyfriend wanted to mess about with the gorgeous, hot bodybuilder who’d waddled into the pub and caused a stir. If that meant his much smaller, non-muscular boyfriend had to come along for the ride too, then so be it.
I wanted to believe that AJ wouldn’t be into it. But, I honestly couldn’t say for definite that he wouldn’t. It was completely uncharted territory. The idea of having sex with a couple of hot guys we’d met in a pub wasn’t something we’d ever discussed. I knew what I wanted though, and that was to go back to my hotel room and spend the night with the boy I was in love with. Just me and him.
But something else was suddenly pre-occupying my mind, because Mr Olive Skin had left the group, and I suddenly noticed where he was. Talking to my boyfriend just a few feet away from the entry of the toilets. Whispering in his ear, with his hand placed gently on his shoulder. AJ looking both interested and engaged. Fuck! An unnerving, sick feeling churned in my stomach.
What the fuck was that prick saying to AJ? And why exactly did it merit him touching his shoulder? My mind was racing as I imagined all the possible things Dale could have been saying to my boyfriend. Informing AJ that there were plenty of gay muscle guys in London. Some of whom he could personally introduce him to. Maybe AJ was starting to see how exciting it would be if he hung around with guys like Jack and Mr Olive Skin? And maybe AJ would start to listen when all of his new hot muscle friends told him that a guy like him could do so much better than a guy like me?
We left the pub not longer after that, my mind still spiralling with all of those thoughts. Sometimes when I get into a certain mindset, I can’t seem to shift my mood. It was like my brain switched into this dark place with all these negative, anxious thoughts swirling around it. And the only thing I could do was just endure it.
The worst thing about it was that it affected the atmosphere between me and AJ. For the first time ever, I didn’t feel comfortable with him. It was like there was an awkwardness hanging over us. He didn’t say anything initially, but I knew he felt it too.
AJ was being uncharacteristically quiet. And then I suddenly thought, what if it had nothing to do with me and my mood? What if it was because of whatever that fucking dick had been saying to him in the pub, whilst his hand had been on his shoulder? I needed to find out what had happened.
“What did that guy say to you? When you were coming back from the toilets?” I asked AJ. We were walking back to the tube through busy, crowded London.
“Oh, what Dale?”
Ugh! I hated the way AJ said his name like he knew him. Like they were friends. FUCK OFF! You only met him an hour ago, I thought.
“Oh, was that his name?” I asked, pointedly. AJ shot me this weird look. He knew I was being funny with him.
“He was just telling me about this club where muscle guys go!”
My stomach churned. I’ll bet he fucking was, I thought. I didn’t respond, but all I could think about on the tube ride back to the hotel was what might happen if AJ did move down to London to be with me.
What if he did start hanging out with Mr Olive Skin and all of his hot muscle friends? And what if I slowly lost him to those people, just like I’d lost him to the cool kids at school? But, perhaps what was worrying me the most, was what if AJ realised that he could do so much better than me? Be with a guy so much more muscular and sexier than I was? Someone like Dale or Jack or his muscle daddy boyfriend?
Maybe it was best that AJ stayed in Little Denton. Where people like Mr Olive Skin couldn’t take him away from me.
Once we were back in the hotel room, my mood lightened a little. The amazing memories of what me and AJ had done earlier in this very room were starting to come back. But I still couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened at the pub. And I still couldn’t seem to get the image of AJ and Mr Olive Skin out of my head. Granted he’d towered over AJ with his tall height, and was at least several years old than us, if not more, but I couldn’t stop thinking that the two of them had looked good together.
“You know that guy, Jack, asked me if we wanted to go back with him and his boyfriend?” I said, lying on the bed as AJ stood over it and played with the TV remote.
He furrowed his eyebrows and smirked. “Really?! What, like … a foursome?”
I nodded. AJ looked surprised but amused. “What, he just came out and asked you?”
“Pretty much!” I said, nodding and feeling charmed at AJ’s naivety at how forward gay guys could be. I was almost tempted to ask whether he’d have gone for it, but I didn’t think I wanted to know the answer.
AJ jumped on the bed. He climbed on me and lay flat on top of me, resting his chin on my stomach and looked up at me with intent while making an, “Mmmm,” noise.
I melted instantly, grinned and put my hands on his back, while feeling his bronzed up mass squashed against my body.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, with genuine concern.
The question threw me. “Nothing!” I said, gripping him.
AJ rolled his eyes. “Liar!”
I felt sheepish, and reluctant to talk. But I also kind of loved that AJ was concerned. And how sweet he was being.
“Something’s up. Have I upset you?” AJ asked, looking a little worried.
“No!” I lied. “I’m just … being stupid!” I told him.
“Well I’m not moving ‘till you tell me what’s wrong! I’ll go to sleep right here on top of you if I have to!”
I rolled my eyes and sighed, still reluctant to open up.
“Right then! Night night!” AJ joked. And then he turned his face away from me and placed his cheek on my chest and made a snoring sound, pretending to go to sleep on top of me.
I couldn’t help grin at what he was doing. “Ooooh, this pillow’s a bit lumpy!” AJ said, wiggling on top of me.
I giggled, continuing to grip on to him and he looked back up at me with a big, self-satisfied grin on his face. Clearly feeling pleased himself. I loved the fact that we were back to our normal selves. That the uncomfortable awkwardness I’d felt when we’d left the pub had passed.
“Tell me what’s up!” he gently ordered.
I sighed. What was I supposed to tell him? I didn’t want to bring up his comment about not wanting to live in London, but AJ clearly wasn’t going to drop the subject. I knew I had to tell him something. Go part way to explain what was bothering me.
“That guy in the pub was kind of a dick to me!” I said. Mr Olive Skin was playing a big contribution to my mood after all.
“Which one?!” he said, furrowing his eyebrows.
“Dale!” I said, rolling my eyes. “Or whatever his name was!”
AJ looked surprised. “What did he do?”
I shrugged. “It was just the way he was with me. He was just rude! And he gave me this look!”
AJ looked at me like I was being overdramatic. I was starting to regret telling AJ how I felt. “Hmmm. He seemed okay to me!”
Ugh! That pissed me off. I was telling him that someone had been a dick to me. Why wasn’t he taking my word for it?
“Well he was okay to you!” I said. I knew how that made me sound. Like a crazy, jealous boyfriend.
"I’d expected to feel a lot of things seeing AJ on an actual bodybuilding stage. Excitement, arousal, surrealism. All of which I was very much experiencing in that moment. But never did I expect to feel pride. Because that was my boyfriend up there. My sweet, gorgeous, wonderful boyfriend, who’d I’d spent the last few months falling in love with, tanned up and ready to show off his outrageously muscular physique for an audience of muscle hungry spectators, all ready to marvel at the pumped up, beautifully bronzed bodybuilder on stage"
It's time for part 11 of "AJ & Noah" and the lads are staying in London for the weekend for AJ's guest posing spot at what will be Noah's first bodybuilding show! Flexing, shredded muscle freaks in tiny, shiny posers?! Eeeeee!!
There's the return of a few familiar faces in this one, with Mark Green, the regional muscle monster daddy from Scorpio's Gym making an appearance, as well as Liam "The Guns" Watson from my "Have You Seen These Posing Trunks?" story, wearing a very familiar pair of posers! Some of you may even spot a few cheeky nods to my "Dan and Jake" story too!
My heart skipped a beat as I stood and watched AJ walking up to me outside the Little Denton train station with a holdall over his shoulder and a gorgeous, cheeky grin on his face.
He looked more tanned than I’d ever seen him, was wearing a tight fitted, black t-shirt, which his huge arms bulged out of and his thick thighs were squeezed into his painted on jeans. More significantly though, sometime in the twenty four hours since I’d last seen AJ, he’d shaved his head and was now sporting an all over buzz cut. FUCKING HELL! He’d literally never looked sexier.
I even felt a little nervous as the insanely hot bodybuilder approached me. Which was completely absurd considering I’d spent a large proportion of the previous few weeks being wrapped around him naked on his bed. Not to mention the fact that he also happened to be my fucking boyfriend.
“What’s in the suitcase?” AJ asked, beaming at me.
“Four days worth of work clothes!” I replied.
“Oh yeah! Course!” he said, rolling his eyes at his own stupidity.
It was the Saturday of AJ’s guest posing spot at the bodybuilding show in London. With my work experience placement at Third Hill Publishing starting the following Monday, I’d be going straight to my friends place the following day, while AJ would be travelling back to Little Denton alone.
In the previous few days I had made an effort to try and take a more positive view of the situation. As I had assured AJ that afternoon in his bedroom when I’d told him about the placement, I would only be staying in London for five days. And as AJ had reasoned at the time, those five days would probably fly by. And although I was trying not to dwell on the future too much, there was a part of me that recognised that five days apart from each other would become a regular occurrence once I’d gone back to university.
That morning, however, my thoughts were firmly focused on what would be happening before my work placement. Not only would I be spending the entire weekend with AJ and staying with him in a hotel, but I would be going to my very first bodybuilding show, where I’d get to see my bodybuilder boyfriend guest pose on stage. HOLY FUCKING HELL!
“When did you do that to your hair?” I asked AJ.
He pulled his “eeeek” face. “This morning! Do you hate it?!” he asked, wincing.
“NO!” I said, giving him a wide eyed look. I did miss his regular hair a little but, FUCK, AJ looked so fucking sexy. My legs were practically quivering. “The opposite!” I replied, a little sheepishly.
AJ’s mouth erupted in a dreamy grin. “Phew!” he said.
When we boarded the second train of our journey to London, there was no one else in our carriage. “This is cosy!” AJ said to me as we were sat down, me in the window seat and him spilling out of his on either side. He leaned into the aisle to have a good look down the carriage to see if anyone was approaching. Then, with a mischievous look on his face, he wrapped one of his huge arms around my leg, his hand firmly gripping the inside of my thigh near my knee. At the same time he bought his face into my neck and just lovingly grinned at me. FUUUUCK!
I gripped on to his arm and nuzzled into the top of his head. “You look so fucking sexy!” I said, rubbing his soft, shaven, buzz cut head with one hand.
AJ looked up at me and mischievously grinned. “Wait until you see me on stage!” he said, cheekily raising his eyebrows. And then he tensed his upper body and let out a, “GRRRRR!”
Fuuuuck!! I started to swell under his huge arm. “Mmmmm!” he said, with a devilish smirk, pushing his arm down against my rock hard, throbbing cock. I bit my lip. “Are there cameras in the toilets?” he joked.
It was such an indescribably horny moment. Being squashed up to my bodybuilder boyfriend, who was tanned and pumped and ready to hit a bodybuilding stage in just a few hours, his chunky, hairless, tanned arm wrapped tightly around my leg as I gripped on to it. I was trapped. Completely at his mercy. I probably would have let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to do to me in that moment. Even if it meant being thrown off the train by the conductor.
Unfortunately the affection stopped when more people entered our carriage, and it didn’t start again until we’d checked into our hotel. But it was still so incredibly erotic being sat next to AJ on the train. Not to mention frustrating. I so badly wanted to just wrap my fingers around his, hold his hand and rest my head on his huge shoulder. To show my affection for my amazing, gorgeous, beautiful boyfriend. Just the same as any straight girl would be able to.
Being stood up so close to him on the tube en route to the hotel was just as equally exciting and frustrating. “This is … weird!” AJ said to me, leaning closer as we clung on to the bars.
“What?!” I asked.
“No one’s staring at me!” he replied.
I grinned at him. “It’s London. No one cares!” I replied, even though I definitely had noticed a few lingering glances in AJ’s direction.
“That’s no fun!” AJ cheekily said. “Maybe I should take my top off?”
I giggled and dreamily looked at him, before noticing a pretty hot, butch looking gay guy sitting down, who actually was staring at us, kind of wide eyed and definitely intrigued. As our eyes met, one corner of his mouth curled into this knowing, little grin. Like he was saying, “Jesus, mate. Your boyfriend is fucking HOT!” Or maybe he was just thinking that we looked kind of cute together.
There was something about being away from Little Denton with AJ that not only felt exciting but also incredibly special. Just being on the train and the tube with him. Getting around London. Helping him get through the barriers at the station. Leading the way. It felt like we were embarking on our own little adventure.
I also couldn’t help thinking that this is what it would be like if AJ moved down here once I’d finished university and we maybe rented a little flat together. Going out regularly and exploring the city together, away from our parents and families. Me working in publishing. AJ working in a gym as a full time personal trainer. Maybe even working for himself with a bucket load of regular clients. A proper little couple with our own life in London.
“Wow! This is really nice!” I said to AJ, as we entered the hotel room.
He threw his holdall on the floor and wrapped his huge arms under mine and around my back, while looking at me lovingly. I pressed myself against him and sank into his huge mass. Would touching AJ ever not feel amazing, I wondered. I never, ever wanted to forget how this felt.
AJ leaned his face in to mine and kissed me passionately. As we kissed, I ran one of my hands through his freshly shaven hair.
“Fuuuck!” AJ hushed, as we parted lips. “I’ve been dying to do that all morning!” he said. I dreamily grinned back at my beautiful bodybuilder boyfriend. “Although I could have done it a lot sooner if you hadn’t spent half an hour in that Harry Potter shop at King’s Cross!”
I smirked and rolled my eyes. “I’m not apologising for my love of Harry Potter!” I firmly said.
“I just don’t remember there being any shredded bodybuilders at Hogwarts. Or any lime green posing trunks!”
I grinned ecstatically at AJ’s Hogwarts reference. “Wait - have you read the books?” I asked, feeling a twinge of excitement.
AJ screwed his face up. “NO!” he scoffed, as if the idea of him reading a book for pleasure would be ludicrous. “I’ve seen the films!”
I giggled and AJ took my hand and led me to the hotel bed. We fell on to it and he climbed on top of me. He grabbed my belt buckle and started to undo my belt and before I knew it my hard, throbbing cock was out and AJ was sucking me off. Fuuuuuck.
With my hand on his freshly shaved hair, AJ stopped sucking and looked up at me with a mischievous grin. “Can’t wait for you to see me pose on stage!” he cheekily said, giving my cock a firm squeeze. I grinned back at him and he took the head of my cock in his mouth and started to suck again. I groaned, while simultaneously picturing AJ flexing on stage at the bodybuilding show.
He stopped sucking and looked up at me again. “And I definitely want you to do that thing you did to me the other day in the shower, again!” he said. “After I’ve shown off what a pumped up little freak I am!”
And then he plunged down again, making a muffled groan. I giggled, but FUCK, it was so sexy hearing AJ talk that way.
“Oh God!” I groaned as I gripped on to his shaved head. “I think you’d better stop!” I exclaimed. AJ obeyed and looked at me again with the sexiest little grin.
“I wanna save it!” I told him, even though I was so close to blowing a load.
AJ climbed up the bed and lay down next to me, wrapping his enormous arms around me so I was snuggled into him. I literally couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. It felt like it was going to be the perfect weekend.
As AJ went to use the bathroom, I opened up my suitcase and retrieved a parcel. My stomach clenched as I pictured what was inside of it. When he came back to the room, I nervously handed it to him.
“What’s this?!” he asked, looking confused and suspicious.
I shrugged and gave him a sheepish smirk. My heartbeat quickened as AJ opened up the packet and his eyes widened to comical effect when he drew out the indecently shiny, hot pink posing trunks I’d ordered off the Internet the day after he’d told me about the bodybuilding show.
“OH MY GOD!” he said, holding them up. Even just seeing him holding the shiny, pink trunks in his hands was an obscenely hot image.
“No pressure to wear them today!” I said. “That’s not why I bought them! Just … thought you could do with another pair, like you said!”
“Awww, Noah!” he said to me. He looked genuinely touched. Meanwhile my insides were melting. As well as feeling pretty pleased with myself that my gift had gone down well. Is this how AJ had felt when he’d gifted me my bright blue Scorpio’s gym hoodie all those weeks ago?
“I love them!” AJ exclaimed, studying them. “And they’re pretty fucking hot!” he added, with a tone of surprise.
I gave him a wide eyed look and nodded as if to say, you’re telling me! I almost hadn’t been able to believe just how hot the posers were when I’d received them a few days before and I’d first taken them out of the packet. I had even been tempted to try the shiny fuckers on myself.
AJ jumped off the bed and stood in front of the mirror, putting the pink posers up to his groin over his jeans in the most adorable and sexiest manner. “My very own pink posing trunks! GRRRRR!”
Then he came back over to me and swooped me up in his arms. “Awww! Thanks, Cookie!” he said, as I buried my face into his neck and clung on to his back. I felt like I wanted to cry with happiness.
We stayed like that for a little while, just holding each other. “Mmmm. We should get going!” AJ finally said in my ear.
I retreated from his neck and gazed at him. He gave me a loving look and we kissed each other. When we parted lips, the corner of AJ’s mouth curled into this cheeky, little grin. “So …,” he began, in a mischievous tone, “ready to see a bunch of flexing, shredded muscle freaks?”
“OK, lads, you’re all signed in. Here are your backstage passes!”
OH FUCK! Yep. This is happening. This is actually fucking happening!
My head felt like it was going to explode when a guy at the venue of the bodybuilding show handed me and AJ each a backstage pass on a bright orange lanyard. I looked at AJ, who was giving me a mischievous, knowing smirk with a wide eyed look. He knew exactly what this meant to me, and how both excited and admittedly pretty nervous I must have been feeling in that moment.
I wrapped the lanyard around my neck and followed AJ, still in shock and disbelief at what was happening. That I, Noah Cook, who’d been fantasising about huge, shredded, competition conditioned muscle freaks since about the age of fifteen, was going backstage at an actual bodybuilding show with my actual bodybuilder boyfriend.
“Hmmm. I wonder how Mark’s looking?” AJ mysteriously said.
I shot him a confused look. “Oh, I forgot to tell you. Scorpio’s resident muscle monster Mark Green is competing!”
HOLY FUCKING HELL!
“Ready to see the bodybuilder version of you in shredded, competition condition?” AJ asked me.
I bit my lip and grinned, internally melting at the reference to one of our old Facebook conversations. I suddenly recalled the day AJ had sent me a picture of local monster Mark Green, in all his bald, monstrous, daddy-esque glory, cranking out a most muscular on stage in his shiny purple posers. It felt like such a long time ago, even though it hadn’t been. So much had happened between me and AJ since that day.
I don’t think anything could have really prepared me for what it would be like to be stood in a pump room backstage at a bodybuilding show. Everywhere I looked I saw huge, bronzed, shredded muscle freaks in tiny, colourful posing trunks. FUCK! Some were getting tanned up, some just standing around, some were pumping up with weights and a couple were even flexing and hitting poses (JESUS CHRIST)! I didn’t know where the fuck to look. I’m sure I must have looked like a rabbit in headlights. AJ, meanwhile, seemed to be getting a kick out of seeing my reaction as he was looking at me with this cheeky, knowing grin on his face.
Not only were the sights amazingly horny and surreal, but the whole room had this unique kind of energy. I could just feel the testosterone, heat, power and attitude which came from being in a room full of assorted, superhuman muscle monsters who’d pushed their bodies to unthinkable limits, and who just wanted to flex and pose and show off what indecently muscular freaks they’d become.
I’m sure I even noticed a few familiar faces amongst the competitors. I may have even wanked off over one or two of them in the past. And then, a man I very much recognised came waddling up to AJ and I. All 6’3, two hundred and fifty plus pounds of him. A man I’d met about a month ago in Scorpio’s Gym back home, and was now shredded to fuck and wearing nothing but a pair of shiny purple posing trunks. Presumably the same ones from the picture AJ had cheekily sent me over Facebook all those weeks ago.
Mark Green gave AJ a friendly squeeze on his shoulder as the two of them began to converse in conversation. All the time I just couldn’t stop staring at the mountain of shredded, tanned muscle I was suddenly inches away from. His tits were fucking HUGE. Just two thick plates of bronzed pec muscle hanging off his frame. Meanwhile, his shredded, wonky shaped abs protruded from his stomach and his ridiculously thick arms had these freakish veins running up and down them. Even his shiny purple posers were insanely hot close up.
“Mark, remember my mate, Noah, from Scorpio’s?”
“Oh, hey, mate!” Mark said casually
“Super Heavyweight competitors! All Super Heavyweight competitors! Can you queue up to hit the stage please?” announced a loud voice.
“That’s me, mate!” Mark announced.
“Good luck up there, dude!” AJ said. Mark gave me a friendly nod and then waddled off to the other end of the pump room, his shiny purple posers barely covering even a third of ginormous sized glutes. Jesus CHRIST!
AJ was just continuing to smirk at me. I playfully shook my head at him. “Shut it, you!” I quietly said, while grinning back.
A well built but fully clothed man wearing a similar lanyard to the one around my neck walked up to us, introduced himself as Larry and thanked AJ for agreeing to guest pose at the show. Apparently AJ would be hitting the stage in about half an hour, after the Super Heavyweight competitors had finished their prejudging round.
“Do you wanna use the tanning tents, AJ?” Larry asked.
“Can my friend come with me?” AJ asked. My chest expanded. Oh fuck. Was I about to help my cute, bodybuilder boyfriend tan up before he went out on to a bodybuilding stage?
“Sure!” Larry replied, casually.
Answer: yes, I bloody was. FUUUUCKKK!!
AJ shot me a wide eyed look as Larry led us to the tanning tents. I didn’t really have time to form much of a picture in my mind of where we were heading. It all happened so quickly. But I presumed I was about to witness a bunch of shredded muscle monsters standing in some tenets getting sprayed with bronzed competition tan. What I hadn’t expected to be faced with, almost the second we entered the area, was a bodybuilder with his back to us, and his gigantic sized arse on full, naked display. FUCKING HELL!
It became apparent that not even posing trunks were common attire when getting spray tanned for a bodybuilding show. Some of the lads were wearing these sort of paper-like black posing pouches with ridiculously thin straps which looked like they were made from a bin bag. Other competitors were just were stark bollock naked, with their arses on show and clutching their dicks with their hands. I wondered whether AJ was about to get naked too.
I was about find out, because his bag was on the floor and he was removing his t-shirt and then his gorgeous, thick pecs and blocky abs, which looked just a little more shredded than they’d been earlier in the week (FUCK!) were suddenly on full display. Then AJ took his trackies off and he was standing in nothing but a pair of crisp white, tight fitted boxer shorts, which contrasted with his already tanned skin.
I didn’t know what AJ had done during the previous few days leading up to the competition, but he looked fuller and more pumped than ever. I wasn’t sure whether it was being in the setting of a pump room at a bodybuilding show, but there was a definite air of cockiness about AJ. I could tell he was getting a kick out of the whole thing.
Meanwhile, I couldn’t help but feel a buzz from seeing AJ’s body in a public setting. Even though I’d seen that body a dozen times before in the weeks leading up to the show. Been intertwined with it. Cuddled up to it. Done things to it that no one else had ever done before.
I had no idea what AJ’s next move would be. Was he really about to get naked in a room full of strangers? Granted, strangers who were all very busy either getting their freakishly muscular, competition ready bodies tanned up, or the lucky buggers doing the tanning.
AJ turned around and reached into his bag, pulled something out, and starting playing with his boxers. What the fuck?! Then he turned back to me face me again and my heart jumped into my throat when he pulled down his underwear to reveal he was wearing nothing but a black sock over his cock. I looked at him wide eyed, both amused and shocked. It was such a cute, but also fucking horny image. AJ in a public setting, wearing nothing but a sock covering his cock. Ready to be tanned up by me.
All the while, he had this mischievous, smug grin on his face. The cocky little bugger. I followed him to a free tanning tent, and when he spun around I swear I fucking blushed, because there it was; AJ’s big, beefy, gorgeous arse on full, outrageous, naked display, for everyone in the tanning area to ogle at. Fucking GRRRRR!
Several weeks ago I was checking out that arse bulging out of AJ’s Tesco work trousers, and now here I was, watching it bounce and jiggle in all its naked glory as I followed him to a tent where I was about to tan him up in preparation for stepping on to a bodybuilding stage.
AJ stood in the tanning tent, and I started to do my job. It was such a fucking rush. Not only was I backstage at a bodybuilding show surrounded by the kind of competition conditioned muscle freaks I’d spent years blasting loads over, some of them fucking naked as they got tanned up, but I was inches away from one very such bodybuilder, who was wearing nothing but a sock crazily covering his dangly bits.
It was insane how much AJ’s body transformed as I worked the spray tan over his physique. His abs become more shredded, the lines in his quads became more prominent. FUCK! I literally watched him transform into the tanned up muscle freak whose photo I’d wanked off over just a few months before. Only a little less shredded. It was so insanely fucking erotic. Not least of all when AJ spun around and I was suddenly faced with the task of tanning up his bare naked arse. I kept wondering whether people were looking at me, and could tell from my flustered face that my feeling towards the bodybuilder I was tanning up were not exactly platonic.
All the time I was tanning him, AJ had this smug grin on his face. He was absolutely fucking loving it. When we were done, the transformation from lightly tanned AJ to competition bronzed AJ was so extreme that I actually started to feel a little shy in his presence.
And as if he hadn’t looked hot enough, AJ then fetched his shiny, lime green posing trunks out of his bag and put them on, removing the sock once he’d buried himself in the pouch. Just to complete the look which literally turned me on more than any other image in the world. FUCK!
I didn’t even care that he wasn’t wearing the new, hot pink posers I’d gifted him earlier that day, even though in the lead up to show there had been a part of me that had been wondering if, even hoping that, he would be brave enough to wear them on stage.
“Hey, I’ll be on soon! You should head out to the theatre!” the fully tanned up, posing trunk wearing version of AJ said.
My stomach tightened. I had known that at some point I was going to be sat alone watching the bodybuilding show, but I still felt nervous at the prospect of doing so. I nodded at AJ and he could clearly sense my apprehension.
“You gonna be okay?! I would come out but, I’m not..
"I took the phone off him and eagerly looked at the screen. As I’d suspected, AJ had messaged Naomi.
“Hey Naomi. This is AJ. Me and your best friend are now officially a thing. You were right. There is something between us. This is all new to me and you’re the first person who knows about us so if you could refrain from announcing it on Facebook or anything that would be great! But I really, really like him and he makes me feel things that I’ve never felt before. Plus he’s got a really cute arse. And a massive fucking cock! x”
I howled at the last sentence. “I can’t believe you wrote that last part!”
AJ was grinning, looking pleased with himself. My heart was fucking bursting at what he’d written."
AJ in Noah's bedroom...AJ being re-acquainted with Noah's mum (much to Noah's embarrassment!)...a text from Eddie (cue AJ's "eeeek" face)...a possible new nickname for Noah...matching "I HEART AJ"/"I HEART NOAH" posing trunks and an exciting invitation from AJ to Noah which sets up the next part. It's all happening in part 10 of "AJ & Noah"!
I excitedly jumped in AJ’s car. Before I said anything to him, I leaned in for a kiss.
“Mmmmm! Hello!” AJ said as we parted lips.
“Hey, you!” I said.
AJ twisted his head to look at my house out of the car window. When he looked back at me, he had this mischievous look on his face.
“Is your mum in?” he asked, biting his lip.
I narrowed my eyes. “Ummm … no?” I replied, suspiciously, though I felt like I knew where AJ was heading.
“Can I see your bedroom?” he asked with his eyebrows raised, proving those suspicions right.
Fuck! The idea of AJ in my bedroom gave me an unexpected surge of excitement.
I grinned. “Whyyyy?!”
AJ gave a playful shrug. “I just wanna see it!”
My mum had gone to visit my nan. She probably wouldn’t be back for another half an hour or so, I reasoned.
“Hmmmm. OK!” I said, feeling a pinch of nerves. “Just for a bit though!” AJ was beaming. He looked like he was about to burst from excitement.
“Wow! It looks … different to how I remembered!” he said as we went inside in my parents’ house. “Still kinda smells the same, though?”
That comment surprised me. I’d noticed the exact same thing when I’d first visited his house a few weeks before. I never would have expected AJ to have noticed something like that, though.
“Hello, Little Cat!” he said, kneeling down and put his hand out as our family’s black and white cat approached him. “I remember you!”
I melted at the sight of Little Cat (as I’d named her at the age of ten) meowing as she rubbed her cheek against AJ’s hand and her furry body up against his leg.
“Your daddy’s gonna be a shredded muscle freak soon!” he said to Little Cat in a cutesy voice. I giggled and shook my head, then placed my hand on his back. I couldn’t help it. I just really wanted to touch him in that moment.
AJ stood up and I grabbed his hand and led him to my bedroom. Just like he’d done to me in his house. I felt a surge adrenaline as we climbed the stairs. Taking a boy I liked to my bedroom in my parent’s house for the very first time.
“You re-decorated!” AJ said, as he looked around the room, giddily grinning. “Still only got the single bed?”
“Hmmm!” I replied, squeezing his hand.
“Looks cosy!” he said, cheekily wiggling his eyebrows up and down.
We squeezed on to the bed, me up against the wall with AJ lying next to me, his head next to mine on my pillow, his arm wrapping around my waist. It was such a fucking rush being cuddled up to AJ on my bed. I also loved the fact that he wearing his tight fitted Tesco uniform.
“Soooo … is this where you’ve fantasised about me?” AJ asked. I rolled my eyes and smirked.
“Wanked off over me?!” he asked.
I let out a loud laugh in response. “Mmmm. Maybe!” I bravely said, with one eyebrow raised, remembering the night he’d added me to Facebook and I’d wanked off over a picture of him blasting out a front lat spread on stage in his shiny, lime green posers.
“REALLY?!” AJ asked, excitedly. “That’s kinda hot!” he exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes and just dreamily grinned at him, while also blushing a little.
And then I heard a sound which made my whole body go into a state of panic. The front door opening and closing. My mum had come back home. FUUUUCKK!!
“Shit!” I whispered.
AJ bit his lip and looked at me wide eyed. He looked a little nervous, but, typically, there was a hint of excitement in his expression too. He’d mentioned a few times of how he wanted to be re-introduced to my mum again. It looked like he was about to get his wish.
“Bollocks!” I said, quietly. “We can try and sneak out?”
Something flickered across AJ’s face. Just for a second. I don’t think he was insulted. He more just looked a little hurt. Was I being unreasonable? Did he think I was embarrassed by him? Argh!! I had explained the situation to him. It wasn’t him I was embarrassed by, it was my mother. And all the questions and grief that would inevitably follow. But then, if I was being completely truthful, maybe I was a little embarrassed by him? And worried about what my mum would think? Would I be as hesitant for her to see AJ if he were just a regular sized lad like me? I felt like a dick. A massive fucking dick.
I sank my head into his huge chest and let out a little groan. I knew what I had to do. I took a deep sigh. “Ugh! Come on!” I said, pulling him off the bed.
A big, excitable grin spread across AJ’s painfully gorgeous face as I led him to my bedroom door. “Ready to be re-acquainted with my mum?!” I asked, rolling my eyes.
As we started walking down the stairs, my mum emerged from the kitchen, complaining about something my nan had said. Then she stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of AJ behind me.
“Mum! Remember AJ?” I nervously said.
My mum looked completely gobsmacked at the image of the huge, pumped bodybuilder bulging out of his Tesco’s work shirt waddling down the staircase. The very huge, pumped bodybuilder she’d been telling me about the week before.
“Not little AJ?” she asked.
“Hey, Mrs Cook!” AJ said, grinning warmly.
My mum’s face softened instantly. “Oh, hello, love! Gosh, you’ve grown a bit!” she gushed.
I knew that some part of my mum’s brain would be disapproving of AJ in that moment, or at least his ridiculously muscular physique, but she did a good job of hiding it. More than that, she actually looked pleased to see him. I couldn’t help feeling a warm fuzziness. It was completely unexpected considering how much I’d been dreading this very encounter occurring.
“AJ works at the gym I’ve been going to!” I explained. “As well as Tesco’s!”
“You never said!” She tutted loudly. “Oh, he’s useless!” she said, shaking her head and looking at AJ. “He never tells me anything! God knows why!”
I rolled my eyes. AJ was clearly loving it, though. I was starting to realise how AJ must have felt the week before when his mum had been embarrassing him and making him squirm in front of me.
“How’s your mum, AJ?”
“Yeah, she’s good thanks, Mrs Cook!”
Mrs Cook! I couldn’t help but grin. AJ was such a little charmer. My mum was looking at him all doughy eyed. Seemingly completely over the fact that he was “soooo muscly” and had arms “out here” as she’d demonstrated the week before.
“Maybe you can tell me who Noah keeps sneaking off to see every Friday night?”
I groaned. “Aaaand we’re off!” I said, heading to the door.
“He’s full of secrets, AJ!”
“BYE!” I said, grabbing AJ’s arm and dragging him out of the house.
“Nice to see you again, Mrs Cook!”
“Come round anytime, AJ! And tell him to stop being so secretive!” she called out.
I groaned as I shut the door. AJ was giggling. “Have you been keeping secrets from your mum, Noah?”
“See!” AJ said. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
I breathed a deep sigh, shook my head and just grinned at AJ. He was right. It hadn’t been bad. Despite the embarrassing comments about me keeping secrets, it had actually been really nice to re-introduce AJ to my mum. And she clearly hadn’t suspected anything was going on between us, otherwise she wouldn’t have made the comment about who I’d been sneaking off to see on Friday nights, i.e. the boyfriend she’d accused me of having. She’d obviously thought the idea of me and AJ being anything more than friends was as unlikely as I had just a few weeks before. Or maybe it was just the idea of AJ being interested in boys that was the really unlikely notion?
Later on that afternoon, I was lying on AJ’s bed with my head on his chest and his arm wrapped around me, looking at the poster of American muscle monster Chris “Freaky Peaks” Jackson blowing up his insanely sized biceps.
“I’d love to be able to put pictures of bodybuilders up on my bedroom wall!” I confessed to AJ.
“Why don’t you?!” AJ asked.
“Oh yeah! I’m sure my mum would love that!”
“Well she seemed okay with the fact that I’m a shredded freak!”
I twisted my head up and he was looking down at me with a cheeky grin. “So … do you not find bodybuilders hot?” I asked AJ.
“Bodybuilders?! UGH! No! They’re gross!” he playfully replied. I rolled my eyes and grinned at him.
“Ermm … some are kinda hot!” he said, shrugging. “I think for me, they’ve got to have a nice face? I mean … Justin Hughes!” he said, his eyes widening.
“Well … yeah!” I agreed, picturing the impossibly cute American bodybuilder and his shockingly shredded physique, who, much like me, pretty much every and any muscle addict went nuts for.
“I don’t think squeezing his biceps would have the exact same effect on me that it would on you, though!” AJ cheekily said.
I looked at me and gave me a coy grin. I felt a surge of bravery. “So you wouldn’t cream in your pants on the spot?”
AJ laughed. “No! I kinda wish I was wired that way, though. All this being turned on bodybuilders stuff. It looks fun!”
“Well, so does being a shredded freak!” I said, grinning.
He beamed back at me. “Oh, it is!”
“Hmmm. Imagine being a bodybuilder who’s turned on by bodybuilders?!” I said.
“What do you think the Cookie Monster’s gonna be?” he teased.
I giggled. “I actually don’t think I’d leave the house if I was a bodybuilder. I’d probably just spend all my time posing in front of the mirror!”
AJ released a short laugh. “Hmmm. I’d have to come round and try and tear you away from your reflection!”
I playfully shook my head. “It wouldn’t be easy! You’ve have to try and out-pose me!”
“Psssh!! That’d be piss easy! I know what turns you on, remember!”
I raised one eyebrow at him.
“Flexing and posing!” he exclaimed. “Huffing and puffing! Grunting and growling!” And then he curled his hand into a fist, flexed his bicep, scrunched his face up and growled.
I beamed in response, while my dick swelled instantly and pushed against AJ’s thigh. “See!!” AJ said in response.
I chuckled, squeezed him tighter and kissed him. We parted lips and I looked at him. I felt so close to him in that moment. And safe. Which is probably why I was brave enough to ask my new question. “So, you’re not gonna ditch me for a competitive bodybuilder then?” I said, half joking. I don’t know why I said it. It just kind of came out.
He furrowed his eyebrows in a confused look, then playfully shook his head. “NO!” he firmly said, giving me a reassuring look.
I gave a coy grin, half regretting my words. “Not even if Justin Hughes walked in and declared his undying love for you?”
AJ grinned. “I’d say, that’s really sweet of you Justin, but, unfortunately, I’ve got everything I want right here with my little Cookie!”
Fuck! My heart melted as I squeezed AJ tighter than ever.
“Little Cookie!” I repeated, giggling. I kinda loved that.
AJ cheekily grinned at me. “Soon to be The Cookie Monster!”
I dreamily grinned at him. “It’d be a shame not to take advantage of Justin, though!” I said. “I mean, if he’s made the trip all the way over here?”
AJ grinned. “Okay, I’d let you squeeze his biceps! Maaaybe a feel of his shredded abs! No kissing though. That’s just for me!”
I grinned at him lovingly. “Deal!” I said, before leaning in and greeting his lips with mine.
“Oh, Noah! You could have said something!” my mum said as I got home from AJ’s the next morning. I had been dreading hearing what she was going to say about the encounter.
“About what?” I asked, playing coy. I knew what, of course.
“AJ! The other day when I was going on about that muscly guy in Tesco’s! I had no idea it was him! You could have said you were friends with him again!”
I rolled my eyes, but my mum was handling the whole thing a lot better than I thought she would.
“Well I knew you’d just go on and on about it!” I replied.
“Oh, charming! So is that who you’ve been off gallivanting with then these past few weeks?” she asked suspiciously.
Oh God. My stomach twisted. “Erm … he’s one of the friends I’ve been hanging out with, yes. We’ve mostly just been going to the gym!”
She looked a little suspicious. Like she didn’t fully believe me. Fuck. Maybe she actually did suspect that something might be going on? A prospect which made me feel nervous, but something else too. I think maybe deep down I sort of wanted her to know about us.
“I can’t believe that’s him!” my mum continued. “I would never would have guessed. Why on Earth has he done that to himself? Gotten himself so big?”
I shrugged. “Because he wanted to!” I casually said.
“You dare get that big, Noah!”
I shook my head and climbed the stairs to my bedroom. I was partly annoyed by what my mum had said, but I also couldn’t help feeling amused at her comment about me getting too big. In any case, the whole thing has gone a hell of a lot better than I anticipated it would.
I lay on my bed, thinking about the fact that AJ had been lying there, cuddling up to me and kissing me the day before. I wished my parents would go away for the night. The idea of being squeezed up to AJ under my bed sheets with my arms wrapped around his huge mass was suddenly incredibly appealing.
My phone pinged. I excitedly reached for it, imagining it was some cheeky, funny text from AJ. My stomach twisted when I saw it was a text from Eddie instead. BOLLOCKS!
“Hey, handsome! Good to see you again the other night. Any chance I could see you properly soon?”
SHIT, BUGGERY, BOLLOCKS!! I felt so bad. There was Eddie, who I’d slept with a few weeks before, wanting and expecting to see me again. Completely oblivious to the fact I’d spent a large part of the past few weeks naked in bed with a boy who pretty much fulfilled every sexual need and desire I could ask for.
I thought about texting Eddie back and just being honest with him. “I think you’re a great guy but I’ve met someone else. I hope we can still be friends”. Or something to that effect. But however I thought to word it just made me sound like a dick who’d led him on and fucked him over. UGH!
So I took the easiest option. I ignored his text. I knew that it wasn’t the right thing to do. I knew that it made me a coward. But I also couldn’t help feeling that if Eddie really knew what I felt for AJ, that I was in hopelessly in love with him, then he’d completely understand. And that if I could somehow transfer some of those feelings to Eddie, so he could know for himself what they were like, he’d appreciate that whatever went on between him and me was completely incomparable to what was now going on with me and AJ.
I chucked my phone towards the end of the bed, rolled over to face the wall and closed my eyes. Maybe at some point I’d face up to the Eddie situation and get in touch with him? I felt sure that I would. But now was not that time. Because now I was more pre-occupied with thinking about what AJ had said to me the day before, when we’d been cuddled up on his bed. About what he’d tell American bodybuilder Justin Hughes if he declared his undying love for him. That he had everything he wanted right there with me. His “little Cookie”.
He had said it with so much conviction. And had looked so sincere. And then I was suddenly thinking about some of those things that I had worrying about that morning I’d woken up really early in AJ’s bed that I had desperately been trying not to think about. The questions of what would happen with me and AJ when the summer was over and beyond. I still didn’t know, but I was now almost sure of one thing. That this wasn’t just a casual thing for AJ. A way to pass the time during the summer. And I was sure that AJ would at least want to try and make things work once I’d gone back to university. Whether or not we would be able to was an entirely different matter.
“I’ve got something to tell you!” AJ said, excitedly, as he led me up the stairs to his bedroom by the hand. His lats were bulging out of his tight, black, “I’M IN TRAINING” t-shirt from the Leisure Centre and his big, beefy arse was sticking through the cotton material of his gym trackies. Fucking GRRRRR!
“What are you doing next weekend?” he asked me, as he climbed on top of me on his bed, my hands gripping his huge, boulder shoulders. “Aaaand … how do you fancy going to a bodybuilding show in London?!”
Oh my fucking GOD!!
My whole body felt like it about to burst. Me and AJ at a bodybuilding show. FUCK! “Erm … nothing, and … GOD YEAH!!” I replied, enthusiastically.
AJ giggled. “And that’s not at all!” he said, mysteriously. I looked at him in anticipation as I waited for him to continue, but he wasn’t saying anything. He was just glaring at me with this mischievous but sexy grin.
“What?!” I asked, playfully tapping his shoulder. He was being such a fucking tease.
His mouth curled into a big grin. “I’ve been asked to guest pose!”
HOLY FUCKING FUUUUUCK!!
“You’re kidding?” I said, my heart starting to pound.
“Nope!” he replied, proudly. I felt like I was going to explode. The idea of going to my very first bodybuilding show with AJ, my (potential, though not exactly confirmed) bodybuilder boyfriend and actually seeing him on stage posing for an audience in his trunks. Fucking HELL!
“Maybe we could get a hotel for the night?” AJ suggested. “Stay over on the Saturday?”
“Sounds awesome!” I said, beaming. A whole weekend away with AJ? Fuck!
“Ever been to a bodybuilding show before?” he asked.
I shook my head and AJ cheekily raised his eyebrows. “All those shredded muscle freaks flexing in their posers! How will you not spunk in your undies?”
I giggled. “I probably will, to be honest! Especially when The Ripper gets up on stage to pose!”
AJ giddily grinned. “I’ve heard he’s a bit of a cocky fucker!” he said. “Aaaand … I’ve also heard he might not be one hundred percent straight!”
I raised my eyebrows, playing along. “No way?!”
“Yep! Apparently he has a bit of a thing for slightly geeky but very cute, muscle loving gay boys!”
“I’M IN!!” I exclaimed. He did one of his cute, little giggles before bringing his lips to mine for a kiss.
Roughly half an hour later and I was standing behind AJ, who was now in nothing but his shiny, lime green posing trunks, while touching and squeezing his huge, pumped lats as he hit a back lat spread. The insane muscle bulging underneath my fingertips. “Fuck!” I groaned. AJ released a grizzly growl. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but the throbbing hard on tenting my boxers brushed against AJ’s huge, beefy arse cheeks, and ended up staying pressed against them.
“Mmmmm!” AJ said in response. Then, amazingly, he actually stuck his arse out so my throbbing cock was pushing into his cheeks further. Fuck!
“What is THAT sticking into my arse?” he cheekily asked.
I laughed, but fucking HELL did AJ’s big, beefy arse feel good against my dick. I knew it was new territory for AJ, but he seemed to fully embrace it, as he then made another unexpected move. He reached one of his arms around the back of him, grabbed on to my arse, and pushed my body into his even further. My hard, throbbing cock squashed right against his thick cheeks. “Fuck!” I exclaimed while also laughing a bit.
AJ spun around, the cheekiest grin on his face. He arrogantly grimaced and cranked out a quick, hard most muscular in an obscenely horny fashion, before bending down and pulling my boxers down to my feet.
“Oh God!” I groaned as AJ squeezed the base of my cock and wrapped his mouth around the head. He was sucking with more force than he ever had. FUCK! It was such an unspeakably hot sight; looking down and seeing his traps bulging off his neck, his enormous, round shoulders and his bumpy, muscular, lightly tanned back. And AJ, working my cock like he’d never done before, groaning and moaning whilst doing so in the horniest way possible.
He then stopped, looked up me with a gorgeous and mischievous grin and, in another completely unexpected move, bought both of his arms up either side of his head and flexed into a cheeky double bicep. “FUCK!” I exclaimed at the suddenly flexing AJ. It was such a horny fucking image. Seeing those huge, croquet-ball biceps explode off his upper arms. I gripped both biceps with both hands respectively and he flexed harder still, while looking mightily smug with himself.
Still flexing his glorious guns, AJ then wrapped his mouth around my cock and began sucking again. “Oh God!” I groaned. AJ also groaned and sucked harder in response, still flexing the biceps my fingers were tightly gripping.
“Oh fuck! AJ! I’m gonna cum!”
He reacted by releasing his grizzliest, muffled growl yet, while continuing to plunge up and down on my cock with his lips. “OH FUUUUCKKK!! ARGGGGGHHH!” As I gripped onto AJ’s ridiculously huge, fully flexed biceps, I came in his mouth in what was one of the most intense orgasms anyone had ever given me.
“So I’m now on a strict cutting diet!” AJ informed me as I nuzzled into his naked body shortly after. I shot him a curious look.
“Well I’ve gotta get shredded for the show next weekend!” he said, his mouth curling into a mischievous little grin. Fuck! My eyes bulged and I beamed at him. He knew exactly what effect saying those words would have on me.
“Well … as shredded as I can get in that time!” he teased.
"His face transformed into the most outrageously cocky grimace. “HSSSSS!!” AJ cranked down into an abs and thighs pose. His gorgeous, block-like tummy muscles crunched and exploded underneath my hand. I was feeling and touching the hard, flexed abs of a real life bodybuilder."
In part 9 of "AJ & Noah", the lads go on a first date and some of Noah's muscle worship fantasies come true when AJ treats him to a bit of posing (shiny, lime green posing trunks included)!
As it's been a little while since I posted it, here's the brilliant illustration of AJ my friend "Reeddune" did for me. Here's his Instagram if anyone fancies checking out more of his awesome work!
“So I’m thinking of quitting both of my jobs and taking up a new one!”
I was lying on my bed and dreamily grinning into my phone screen as AJ messaged me during his break from a Tesco shift.
“Hehe! Oh yeah?” I messaged back, playing along.
Three dots appeared.
“Yep! It’s quite an unusual job though!”
“I’m listening!” I typed. I had no idea what AJ was going to say next, but I was fairly certain it was going to be something awesome, cute and funny. I wasn’t wrong.
“Get this. A full time Noah Cook Snuggler Upper!”
Heart melting. Body bursting. Could AJ be any fucking cuter or more adorable? I sent through a series of emojis. The shocked face, the monkey holding his mouth and the blushing face with eyes wide open emoji.
“Hmmm. I think I’ve heard about that position! Apparently there are a few requirements for the role!” I typed.
“Yeah??” AJ messaged back.
“Yep! Apparently you can only apply if you’re a VERY cute bodybuilder with massive tits, huge guns, gorgeous abs and a habit for flexing while cheekily sticking your tongue out!”
AJ sent through three of the AJ emoji’s.
“Noah! I’m actually kind of blushing here! But I erm…think I might qualify?” And he adorably followed it up with the blushing face emoji.
“Oh, you definitely do!”
“So my abs are gorgeous?”
“Haha! Yep. I love your abs!”
“GRRRRRR!! Will have to crunch ‘em for ya!”
“Ummm…FUCK YEAH!!” I replied, excitement surging through me and my cock instantly swelling.
“I’ve actually been thinking about posing for you quite a lot!” AJ then messaged.
I sent through three shocked face emojis.
“Hehe! I actually kind of can’t wait!!” AJ messaged.
“Erm … excuse me while I just spontaneously combust with excitement. HELL YEAH!!” I replied.
“I keep thinking about how you reacted when you were feeling my flexed bicep. Your face. How turned on you were. What it did to you. How you had to shoot your load right there and then. It was the HORNIEST fucking thing! And I LOVED that my muscles had that effect on you!”
Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck FUUUUCK!!
I couldn‘t believe what I was actually reading on my screen. “It was HANDS DOWN one of the hottest fucking experiences of my life!!” I replied, feeling a rush at how open and honest I was being.
“Just wait ‘till I pose for you!” AJ messaged.
My head felt like it was going to fucking explode. I suddenly had the urge to make a further confession.
“There’s actually something else about bodybuilders that really does it for me!” I messaged, my pulse quickening.
“Tell me!” AJ ordered.
“Well I kind of have a bit of a thing for posing trunks!” I bravely typed, followed by the blushing face emoji.
As three dots appeared on my phone, a series of imaginary replies from AJ quickly flashed into my mind. “That’s weird!” “You’re a freak.” “I don’t wanna see you anymore.”
And then his actual message came through.
“OMG!! Haha!! REALLY??”
“Yep!” I replied, with the blushing face emoji again.
“Hmmm. You know what?! I’ve always thought posers were kinda sexy!”
FUCK! My heart leapt as I read those words.
“Really??” I replied. A part of me couldn’t help wondering whether AJ was just humouring me. But another, much bigger part told me that he was being completely genuine.
“Yeah! There’s definitely something hot about them. I totally get it!” AJ typed.
“They’re hot as FUCK!!” I typed, followed by the AJ emoji. “They’ve got to be the shiny ones though!” I added.
“Of course! That goes without saying!” AJ typed. “So, erm … do my lime green ones do it for you?”
It was such a ridiculous fucking question that I couldn’t suppress a giggle as I looked at the message.
“Ummm…HELL YES!! They’re so hot it borders on insane!”
Three of the AJ emojis came through. “Well now I know what I’ll be wearing when I pose for you. Although I was kinda planning on wearing them anyway!”
Fucking. Fucking. FUUUUUCK!!
My cock was juddering and I reached down and gave it a squeeze through my jeans at the thought of AJ posing for me in his shiny, lime green trunks, which, incredibly, he was teasing he was going to do, presumably fairly soon. Holy fucking HELL!
And then a text came through which suddenly pulled me out of my thoughts and made me quickly release my hand from my throbbing hard on.
“Oi! You didn’t reply to my text!”
It was Naomi. She was referring to the message she’d sent me the day before when she’d asked if everything was okay between AJ and I. I guess I’d found it easier to just ignore her after AJ had asked me not to tell her what had happened between us.
“Sorry! I was with AJ!” I text.
“Ooooh!! What’s going on? Did you talk about his Facebook messages?”
Shit! Fuck, bugger, shit!
I usually told Naomi everything. How was I supposed to lie to her? But AJ had asked me to not to say anything. So that was exactly what I was going to do.
“He said it was all a bit of a blur.”
It wasn’t a lie. AJ had said that. About ten minutes before we were wrapped around each other on his bed naked.
“Oh! Are you OK with that?” she text back.
I paused. “I’m happy with how things are.” Also not a lie!
“Hmmmm. Well I still think something’s gonna happen between you two!”
And I smiled. If only she knew the truth.
“Off gallivanting again?” my mum asked me the day after as I was filling up my water bottle in the kitchen with my backpack slung over my shoulder. I was waiting for AJ to pick me up in his car to take me to Scorpio’s. It would be our first trip since we’d confessed our feelings towards each other and slept together. An excitement was pulsing through my body, because I was about to see my cute, gorgeous AJ again for the first time in two days.
“Ummm … if you mean am I going out, then yes! To the gym, if you must know!” I informed her.
“Hmmmm!” my mum said, eyeing up my backpack with one eyebrow raised. “I hope you’re not taking this gym thing too far!”
I screwed up my face. “How would I do THAT?!”
“Well I wouldn’t like to see you getting too buff! You look fine as you are!” she replied. I smirked and rolled my eyes.
And then she said something which made my whole body jolt while I prayed for the ground to swallow me up whole.
“There’s a boy who works at Tesco’s …”
“He’s only about your age. A lovely lad …”
“He’s really friendly. Always saying hello …”
She’s talking about AJ! She’s fucking talking about AJ!!
“And he’s got such a nice face! But, ooooh, Noah. He’s soooo muscly!”
Oh my FUCKING GOD.
“You should see him! His arms are out here!” And then she bought her arms and elbows up so they were sticking out either side of her in imitation of a big, built bodybuilder and I wanted to fucking DIE.
“Please don’t get that big, Noah! You wouldn’t want to look like that, would you?”
I rolled my eyes and quickly shuffled out of the room, hoping she hadn’t noticed that my face had gone bright red, while all the time repeating the same thing over and over in my head; That did not just happen. That did NOT just fucking happen!
I was more nervous than ever when I spotted AJ’s car pulling up at the top of the drive. I quickly and quietly sneaked out. Why couldn’t he have parked down the road like I’d asked him to? I honestly think part of him wanted to make me squirm. But also I think maybe it was a little bit of a payback thing. I had a theory that he was secretly a little offended by the fact I wouldn’t let my mum see him. Maybe he feared I was partly worried about what she’d think of the fact he was now a bodybuilder? Embarrassed, even? Maybe in a small way he’d actually been right?
“Oh my GOD!” I groaned as I jumped in the passenger seat and put my face in my hands.
“What‘s up?!” AJ asked me, giggling.
I shook my head and gave him a little smirk. FUCK! He looked as huge and gorgeous as ever in his tight, blue Tesco’s polo shirt. GRRRR!! I was so fucking happy to see him.
“You won’t believe what my mum just said to me! Drive NOW and I’ll tell you!” I said.
AJ was grinning and looking at me curiously. He twisted his head and peered at my house through the car window.
“Is she looking?!”
He turned back to face me. “It’s just … I really wanna kiss you!”
FUCK! I melted. God, I wanted it too. He put his hand on my leg and I instantly started to swell. Then he leaned towards me. Worried about the possibility of my mother peeping through the window, but also feeling a surprising rush at the propsect of being caught, my whole body tingled as my lips met AJ’s and we kissed.
“Fuck!” I whispered, as our lips parted, and I anxiously looked to my house for any sign of my mum with her hands to the side her eyes, pressed up to the window.
As AJ started up the car, he cheekily shook his head. “This is gonna be TORTURE!” he said.
I giddily grinned. “What?!” I asked.
“You KNOW what!” he said. Then he looked me up and down and bit his lip. It was so fucking sexy.
I did know what, of course. Being at Scorpio’s, being in public, even just being in a car and not being able to kiss each other, touch each other and do all of the things we’d been doing the past week in his bedroom. If it was going to be torturous for AJ, it was going to an absolute killer for me.
I told AJ what my mum had said about him before I’d left, emphasising the fact she’d called him lovely, really friendly and that he had a nice face. All of it amused and flattered him.
“I can’t believe she doesn’t recognise me!” AJ exclaimed.
“I’m sure she’d come round once she got used to me being a monster!” he said, with a cheeky grin.
“Well she loved you when we were kids,” I reassured him.
“Awww! Did she?” he said, with a coy smile.
“Of course! And my sister. You were cute, cheeky, little AJ. And now you’re cute, cheeky, HUGE AJ. With twenty inch biceps! And arms out here!” I said, imitating the way my mum had stuck her arms out.
AJ laughed. “Oh, my mum mentioned you too, by the way! She was like, Awwww, I’m so glad you’re friends with Noah again!”
“Awwww!” I said, feeling fuzzy inside. “I love your mum!”
“Oh, she did question why you went bright red when Andy walked in, though!”
I laughed and shook my head. “FUCK OFF!”
I was half expecting AJ to kiss me again in the car park outside Scorpio’s, so I couldn’t help feeling a stab of disappointment when he didn’t. Maybe he felt it was too risky, and that someone would see us?
Being with AJ at Scorpio’s definitely felt different now that things between us were no longer just platonic. It had felt a lot more fun too. He’d given me a couple of cheeky, knowing grins when he’d been getting undressed in the changing rooms. And he’d teased me about the pictures of the shredded freaks on the walls of the gym; asking me if I thought various bodybuilders were hot, and whether I’d like to see certain guys flexing in their posing trunks.
And as AJ had predicted, it was fucking torturous. Being with him as he pumped up in his vest. Not being able to kiss him, wrap my arms around his huge mass, nuzzle into his thick, bull neck or cheekily squeeze his flexed bicep again. But all the time there was this incredible excitement, because I knew that there was a very good chance I would get to do all, or at least some, of those things when we’d go back to his afterwards.
“Is your mum and Andy home?” I asked on the car journey back, my stomach twisting as I waited for the answer.
“Why?! Wanna perv on Andy again?” he said. I grinned and rolled my eyes.
“Erm … I think they’re home.” he added, casually. A little too casually, I thought. My heart dropped a little. Was the prospect of being home alone not an exciting one for AJ like it very much was for me? And just when was I going to get the noisy posing (FUCKING HELL!) he’d teased me about? Maybe it would be better if it was a spontaneous thing?
But none of that doubt could take away the giddiness I was, and had been, feeling all evening. Because I was with AJ. And I would still get to kiss him and touch him and maybe even squeeze his flexed bicep. It would probably just be a little more restrained than if we were at his house alone.
The first thing I noticed when AJ’s house was in sight was that Andy’s motorbike was parked on the drive. But then I noticed something else.
“Your mum’s car isn’t here?” I questioned, as we pulled into the drive.
“Nope!” AJ replied. And then he looked at me with this devilish grin. “They’re not gonna be home ‘till late!”
“Oh, and look at that …” he continued, looking down at his body. “I’m all pumped up!”
My cock instantly swelled and I felt like I was going to explode with excitement.
AJ gave a playful sigh and shook his head. “If only I had a cute, horny guy with a massive thing for bodybuilders to pose for!”
I groaned into AJ’s mouth as his tongue danced with mine and my hand slipped down and gripped on to one of his huge upper arms. Fuck! I was pinned up against his bedroom door. We’d barely been able to keep our hands off each other since we’d entered his house.
“FUCK!” I cried as AJ cheekily flexed his arm and the freakish ball of marble-like bicep muscle exploded under my fingertips. Freshly pumped from the gym, it felt even bigger and harder than the last time. I probably could have exploded in my undies right there and then.
If AJ hadn’t already confessed how much he loved the effect his flexed muscle had on me, I would known in that moment, anyway, by the smug, excitable look on his face. AJ was clearly getting a huge kick out of how much feeling his flexed bicep wowed and turned on me.
“Go to the bathroom for two minutes!” he ordered, with a devilish grin.
I gave him a confused but excited grin. “Whyyyy?” I asked suspiciously.
“Just do it!!” he cheekily demanded.
I kissed him and obeyed his order, highly suspecting that I was going to walk back into the room to find AJ in nothing but his shiny lime green posing trunks (FUCK). I was a little gutted when I returned to find him still wearing his trackies and a vest.
I looked around the room and narrowed my eyes. “What was all that about?”
He playfully shrugged, wrapped his arms around my back, pushed his huge, pumped, muscle tits into my regular sized chest and kissed me passionately. How could one man turn me on, arouse me and excite me to such a degree that AJ did? Whenever I touched him. Whenever I kissed him. I felt like I was constantly on the verge of exploding with ecstasy.
We’d soon switched places, and it was AJ who was up against the door. His vest had come off, most of my own clothes had been removed, and I was bending down so I was faced with his huge, hard dick, sticking out and bulging through his gym trackies. Fuck!
I wanted to worship that dick with my tongue. I wanted to make him blow. Harder, faster and more intensely than he’d ever done before. I wanted to make his toe curls. His eyes roll back. His whole body quiver and burst as he exploded in my mouth.
I grabbed the waistband of his trackies and gently pulled them down. Instead of being faced with the material of whatever colour boxer shorts AJ had been wearing that day, I was faced with something which made my heart skip a beat; the bright and inexplicably shiny material of AJ Jones’ lime green posing trunks. FUCKING HELL!!
I looked up at AJ, wide eyed and excited. His gorgeous, bumpy ab blocks, huge, hanging tits and a smug but oh-so-gorgeous grin staring down at me. As I’d suspected, AJ had banished me to the bathroom so he could take off his underwear and put his posers on. Hiding them under his clothes to surprise me was something I definitely hadn’t predicted him to do.
The trunks were so much shinier than I anticipated they would be. Without a doubt, they were the horniest clothing garment I’d ever come into contact with. Much hotter than the leather jeans Andy had been squeezing his big, meaty arse into.
I squeezed AJ’s hard on, which was tenting the obscenely shiny posing trunk material and he groaned. I gently took it out of it’s lime green poser wrapper and there it was; the most gorgeous cock I’d ever seen, juddering and sticking out from the ridiculously muscular body of the most beautiful boy I’d ever been with.
AJ gave the hottest little groan and sank his fingers into my hair as I put the head of his thick, hard cock in my mouth. As I danced my wet tongue around the rim, I looked up to see AJ in some sort of state of euphoria. It was the sexiest image. Seeing a bodybuilder in posing trunks, freshly pumped from the gym in a state of arousal because of me. I wanted to spend the whole night worshipping AJ and his cock. To make him cum over and over again.
I felt him pull back and I looked up to see him still aroused and in a state of bliss, but gently shaking his head as he giddily smirked at me. I knew what it meant; that he was dangerously close to cumming but didn’t want to do so just yet.
“Sit on the edge of the bed!” AJ gently ordered. I obeyed, and he followed me. Kneeling down on the floor, he helped me get my trackies and boxers off and began to suck and play with my fully erect cock as I ruffled his hair. I could tell by AJ’s face that he really loved sucking me off. He always made these hot groaning noises too as he did. It was like he couldn’t get enough of it. It was so obscenely fucking sexy.
“GRRRRR!” he growled, giving my hard, wet cock a firm squeeze. While I was still perched on the edge of his bed naked, AJ stood up, his expression an insanely hot mixture of determination and arousal. He then adjusted his trunks so that his cock was nestled back in the shiny, lime green pouch of his posers.
Oh God, I thought. This is it. He’s gonna fucking do it! He’s actually gonna pose for me!
And then he did. The very thing he’d been teasing me about the last few days since I’d confessed how much bodybuilders turned me on. AJ, the posing trunk wearing bodybuilder who I’d not long been kissing, lifted both of his arms up either side of his head and, twisting his gaze from side to side to get a good look at both of his arms, cranked down into a front double bicep.
He released an obscenely hot grunt as he did so and his face suddenly contorted into an arrogant and obscenely hot grimace. It was the horniest and most surreal image. A proper bodybuilder flexing just for me! FUUUUCKKK!!
AJ looked from his flexed biceps to me, his mouth curling into this sexy, smug little smirk, as I watched on in sheer awe and excitement.
He relaxed from the pose, a cheeky, excitable grin on his face. AJ was clearly loving putting on a show for me and showing off his muscle. He then curled his fingers around both of the straps of his shiny green posing trunks, and with his lips pursed, he blasted out a front lat spread pose.
“OOOOH!” he outrageously grunted as the lime green straps hoisted up and AJ’s tits jumped and twitched.
“FUCK!” I exclaimed, in response. I couldn’t help it. A cocky grin emerged on AJ’s face as he continued to hold the pose and look down at me. He then made the most outrageously cocky move; he cheekily exclaimed, “YEAH!” and animatedly nodded his head. He looked like a man possessed as he played the part of a cocky, flexing bodybuilder.
As he twisted to one side and transitioned into a side chest pose, AJ let out the hottest and most inexplicably hot grunt. “EURGH!!”
Fuck! I couldn’t hold back any longer. Watching AJ pose in front of me while displaying the cockiest and most animated attitude was such an insane turn on, that I reached for my throbbing hard on and began to wank off.
AJ’s eyes widened in surprise and excitement as I did so. “Fuck!” he ushered, at what was suddenly unfolding.
AJ spun around and cranked his arms down into a back double bicep with a loud grizzly, grunt, which sounded a bit like, “HRRYEEAHH!” Fucking HELL! I loved how much he was getting into it. It made the whole thing just so much hotter.
My eyes were transfixed on one thing only; the big, round gorgeous cheeks which made up AJ’s obscenely beefy arse, spilling out of the shiny, lime green material of his posers. I wanted to do so many things to that insanely hot arse. If AJ would let me.
“OOOOOH!” AJ exclaimed as he opened up his back in a back lat spread pose, making it look wider than it ever had.
He spun back around to face me, still wearing that excitable and cheeky grin. AJ then stepped closer to me, reached for my left free hand and, with an excited smirk, placed it flat over his stomach. His skin was soft and slightly sticky. I could feel the bumps of muscle underneath, and the ridges which separated them. He then threw both of his arms behind the back of his head and I knew exactly what was coming next.
His face transformed into the most outrageously cocky grimace. “HSSSSS!!” AJ cranked down into an abs and thighs pose. His gorgeous, block-like tummy muscles crunched and exploded underneath my hand. I was feeling and touching the hard, flexed abs of a real life bodybuilder.
“FUCK!” I cried in response, continuing to wank off. I was so close to cumming. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it in any longer.
AJ bought his arms back down and, clamping his fists together, cranked down into a most muscular pose with a short, sharp, grizzly growl. His biceps popping, his shoulders looking bigger and rounder than ever and..
"I couldn’t stop grinning as I stood on AJ’s doorstep waiting for him to answer the door. I wondered in that moment whether it was possible for someone to spontaneously combust from excitement. Never did I anticipate AJ to open the door wearing nothing but a pair of the cutest, bright red boxer shorts and an excitable, mischievous grin. His perfectly round muscle tits and gorgeous, tummy bursting ab blocks on full, glorious display."
It's time for part 8 of "AJ & Noah". The last part ended with AJ and Noah finally giving into their feelings for each other. Now that the build up is over, the story takes a slight shift with the two lads embracing and exploring the fact they are now more than friends.
Thank you so much for everyone who has stuck with this so far! The story has a ton of followers on the Muscle Growth which I am just blown away by and I know I've managed to convert a few people to following it on there but judging by the viewing figures and the few comments posted here, I know there's people who are still reading it here on the blog too. There's still LOADS more to come so I really hope you guys enjoy the rest of it!
WARNING: This part contains lots of kissing, tons of cuddling, and maybe even a bit of cheeky flexing!!
I just wanted to stay lying on AJ’s bed forever. With my head resting on his huge chest, my legs wrapped around his and my arm stretched across his midsection while I gripped his waist and felt his gorgeous bubbles of ab muscle underneath my skin.
I looked at the assorted pictures of muscle freaks on AJ’s bedroom wall. Blaine Holton, Chris “Freaky Peaks” Jackson and AJ, himself, shredded and tanned and cranking out an insane crab most muscular pose in his shiny lime green posing trunks. I couldn’t believe that I’d just had sex with that very bodybuilder. That I’d just made him cum. That his arm was now wrapped tightly around me and I was resting my head on those very pecs he was proudly and cheekily showing off on a bodybuilding stage.
AJ kissed me gently on the forehead, then just rested his lips against it. Everything felt perfect in that moment. I had no worries, no doubts and no anxieties as to what might happen next. It was just me and AJ, basking in our own private heaven. When I lifted my head up, AJ was smiling down at me with such affection. This ecstatic little grin. I felt like I was his. And it was the most intoxicating feeling.
“Hello!” he playfully and cheekily said.
“Hey!” I replied.
AJ bit his lip, and his mouth curled into an even bigger grin that seemed to fill up half of his face. He squeezed me just a little bit tighter and I gripped his waist tighter in response. My stomach pressed up against his side. My leg on top of his. I wanted to just melt into his skin.
I couldn’t believe where I was. What I was doing. Half an hour before I was sitting in AJ’s bathroom having what felt like some sort of a breakdown and wondering whether I was ever going to see him again. Now I was pressed against his naked body, his arm wrapped tightly around me.
“What ya thinking?” AJ asked, still grinning, and obviously sensing that something was going through my head.
I coyly grinned in response. “Dunno! I just … can’t quite believe this is actually happening!”
He gave an adorable little sigh and looked at me with his loving smile. “I know,” he said. Then his eyes opened wide in a comical fashion. “We’re naked!” he exclaimed.
I grinned like crazily and he squeezed him tighter still. A million questions were racing through my head. Looking at me the way he was, AJ no longer looked even remotely scared or nervous. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect time to ask him what I wanted.
“Can I ask you a question?” I said, still a little warily.
His mouth erupted into this goofy, adorable, knowing grin. It was like he’d expected it.
“Hmmmm!” he replied in a teasing tone.
“Was that … a new thing for you?”
“Mmmm. New-ish!” AJ replied, wincing, but still grinning. He inhaled and exhaled and I felt his chest heave up and down beneath me. “You’re my second guy!” he confessed.
It was completely unexpected, but I felt a sharp stab of disappointment at AJ’s confession. I guess somewhere deep down I’d been hoping that I would be his first.
“Could you tell?” he then adorably asked, biting his lip.
“NO!” I reassured him, even though I had been able to a little.
He gave me a cute, knowing little grin in response. I think he knew that I wasn’t being completely honest with him.
“Soooo … are you gay?” I asked, a little cautiously.
He pulled a face. “Ummm. I don’t think so? I mean, I’ve always liked girls. I still do. I think?” He didn’t look really so sure. And then his expression changed. He didn’t look nervous. Just a little pensive. “I’m guess I’m still trying to work it all out.”
I looked at AJ and gave him a reassuring smile. I didn’t care what he was. Gay. Bi. Confused. All that mattered was how he made me feel. How it felt like my insides were exploding every time he was near me. How completely amazing it was to be touching him and looking at him in the way that I was.
I leant into his face and kissed him gently. God, I loved kissing him. Even though my mouth was kind of dry. I didn’t care. I would have kissed him a hundred times more over the chance of having my mouth feel normal again.
“So … this other guy!” I playfully said, with one eyebrow raised.
He bit this lip. “Yeeeah?” he asked teasingly.
“You don’t tell have to tell if you don’t want to!”
He was smiling back at me playfully. “It was last summer!” he explained. “About a week before a show.”
Fuck! It was absurd given what had just happened, but I was instantly jealous. Some lucky fucker had been with AJ while he’d been in shredded competition condition.
“And it was at Scorpio’s!” he confessed, with a little, mischievous smirk.
My eyes widened in shock. Fuck! Was AJ about to confess that he’d had impromptu sex with another bodybuilder in the changing rooms of the notorious hardcore bodybuilding gym he‘d been taking me to?
“No way!” I replied.
He gave me a little nod and had a mischievous and excited look on his face.
“Where?!” I asked.
He pulled an “eeeek” face. “In the showers!”
“That was a bit risky!” I exclaimed.
AJ did one of his cute, little giggles. “Well it was a Saturday night so the gym was pretty dead! And, well … it wasn’t exactly a planned thing!” he explained.
“So what happened?”
“Mmmm. Well it was this random guy. I’d never seen him in the gym before!”
“Bodybuilder?” I asked, my voice cracking.
“No! He was fairly big though!”
My stomach twisted a little. Because how could I compete with a guy like that?
“He gave me few looks when I was training but I’m kinda used to that, so I thought nothing of it! Anyway, afterwards I took a shower, and he came in after me and started talking to me. Just about supplements and stuff. And he said I looked good. But I didn’t think anything of it. It was just regular gym talk!
So I was telling him about this supplement I was taking that was giving me these crazy pumps and the next thing I knew he was asking me to flex and then he started feeling my bicep. It all just felt really friendly at first. But then, I dunno … the atmosphere sort of changed. And I remember looking down and he had this massive hard on! I didn’t know what the fuck was happening. Then he started touching my other bicep. And then my pecs. And I suddenly started to get hard too. I thought it was maybe just the roids I was on? But, I dunno. I liked him touching me. Really liked it.
And the next thing I knew, he was kneeling down, and then he was … sucking me off! I remember putting my hand on his head, feeling his hair, and it just felt right? And afterwards he hugged me. Just for about five seconds. But I remember wanting that hug to last longer. To just kinda stay like that with him for a while.”
He looked a little sheepish as he confessed that last part and his cheeks flushed a little Hearing that just made me want to fucking melt. I squeezed him and dreamily grinned at him and he gave me this adorable, coy, little grin in response.
“Did you see him again?” I asked.
“Only once!” AJ replied. “A few weeks after it happened he came into the gym. I kinda freaked out and left!” he explained. I couldn’t help detect a slight hint of sadness in AJ’s voice at that particular confession.
“Is that really bad?” he asked, wincing and looking at me nervously. It felt like he was worried I would judge him.
I smiled and shook my head. “No! You were scared. I completely get it!”
His face softened. “I think it’s like you said last week. About knowing in the back of your head that you like guys, but not really wanting to face up to it? I think the fact I always thought I liked girls just made the whole thing more confusing. I thought that maybe if I just ignored it, I wouldn’t have to deal with it? So I did for a while. But then … I dunno, I started thinking about what happened with that guy. A lot! And finding myself more attracted to lads. And I think I finally just thought to myself, is it really that big of a deal if I’m attracted to guys too?
And I’ve thought about doing stuff. I’ve seen guys at the gym who I think might be into lads. And I’ve thought about talking to them. I’ve even thought about going on one of those gay dating apps. But … I dunno. It all seemed a bit scary!”
I gave him a reassuring smile and squeezed his waist.
“And then … you came along!” AJ said, biting his lip and giving me this adorable, sheepish little look. I couldn’t help but giddily grin, while gazing at him.
“So … when did you know?” I asked.
His mouth erupted into a cheeky grin. “That I liked you?”
My heart fluttered like crazy. Just hearing him say the words. That he liked me. Fuck!
I nodded. He took another deep breath. “Ummm … I think it was when we started messaging each other on Facebook? Every time you messaged me, even just seeing your name on my screen, I’d get really excited. And then … I just found myself thinking about you. A LOT! And then, whenever I was with you, I’d just start having all these thoughts. And … urges!” he said, playfully raising one eyebrow.
“Urges?” I cheekily asked. “What kind of urges?” I teased.
Suddenly I was rock hard. My dick digging into the side of one of AJ’s thick thighs. He gave me a little squeeze.
“Like I wanted to kiss you!” AJ said.
I leant in and we kissed again. The most amazing kiss.
“And other stuff!” AJ cheekily added with his eyebrow raised.
“You know what you were saying last week?” AJ asked. “About really liking someone. When you can’t stop thinking about them? All that stuff about feeling butterflies. That’s how I feel about you.”
Fuck! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!
“I was kinda talking about you too!” I confessed, feeling those fuck off massive butterflies more than ever.
“That was risky!” he said.
“I think the alcohol made be brave!”
AJ chuckled. “You must have had an inkling that I liked you, though?”
“Ummm. Actually I didn’t! Well … not since what happened on Saturday. Hmmm. Maybe last Thursday?”
AJ bit his lip. “The leg thing?” he cheekily asked. I nodded, feeling excited that we were broaching the subject.
“I dunno what came over me!” AJ said. “I was just … GRRRR … dying to touch you. I think I was kind of hoping you’d react? ”
“I didn’t know what was happening!” I explained. “I mean, the idea of you liking me. It’s pretty fucking crazy!”
“Why?!” AJ asked, sincerely.
“Ummm … HOT BODYBUILDER!” I exclaimed looking him and down. I felt a jolt of excitement at being able to describe AJ to him in that way. I never thought I would. AJ beamed and laughed in response.
“Plus, I just kept telling myself you were straight!” I explained.
“So … same question to you!” AJ said. “When did you know you liked me?”
“Erm … I think it was the Facebook messages too,” I replied. I didn’t really feel like admitting to AJ that I’d been pretty much obsessing about him since the afternoon we’d bumped into each other at Tesco. Or that I’d been wanking off to pictures of him in competition that very same day. I felt like I needed to give him something a bit more though, even if it wouldn’t be the whole picture.
“Although …” I began, feeling brave. AJ smirked, like he knew what I was about to say next. “I did kinda fancy you a bit before then!”
AJ was suddenly beaming. The big, smug grin. “Yeah?” he excitedly said, raising an eyebrow.
I playfully rolled my eyes. “Ummm … YEAH!” He did one of his cute, little giggle in response.
“Could you not tell?” I asked, my stomach twisting just a little.
“A little!” he said with a mischievous grin.
I sheepishly grinned back and felt my cheeks flushing. So he had known all along. Fuck!
“I thought maybe it was just the body?” AJ said.
“Hmmm. Well that was part of it! But … it wasn’t just that!” I confessed, suddenly feeling a little shy. He gave me a little squeeze and continue to dreamily grin at me.
“It was the waddle too!” I added. AJ gave a short, sharp laugh in response, and my chest fluttered. The way it always did when I made AJ laugh.
“So …” AJ began, lightly rubbing my arm with his hand. He suddenly looked serious. “Is what we’re doing OK here?”
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “In what way?”
“Well … aren’t you kinda seeing Eddie? I know you said you didn’t “like like him”, but I don’t wanna step on anyone’s toes!”
The fact that that was a concern for AJ spoke volumes. “I honestly think of Eddie as more of a friend. And I know I said he likes me! But I’ve seen only seen him, like three times?”
AJ’s expression softened and his moth curled into a happy little grin in response. “He definitely likes you!” he said. “I can tell.”
And then he looked serious again. “And I’m sorry about just storming off on Saturday. Seeing you with him. I dunno … it just did something to me. It wasn’t just the kissing, either. It was before then. Just seeing you two together.”
I remembered how AJ had seemed bothered about something in the lead up to him leaving, whilst I’d been chatting to Eddie. I squeezed his back with my hand. It was completely absurd that AJ would think that he’d have anything to worry about where Eddie was concerned. As nice of a guy as Eddie was, my feelings for AJ were completely incomparable.
“Eddie’s really nice. But …” and then I leant him and softly kissed him. I wanted to say, “He’s not you,” but the kiss seemed to be enough.
“So ... did you buy me the hoodie?” I said, teasingly.
AJ looked sheepish but grinned. “Kinda!”
“And it wasn’t really your friend’s birthday on Saturday was it?”
“I just really wanted to see you again. And …I guess I was kind of hoping something might finally happen?” AJ confessed.
I dreamily grinned at him and gently kissed him. I was rock hard again. “Mmmmm!” AJ said as my hard on dug into the side of his thigh. We squeezed each other tighter. As I sunk my head into AJ’s thick bull neck, he gripped my rock hard dick and squeezed. I groaned into his trap muscle and gripped his back with my hand.
As he worked his hand up and down my cock, I unburied my head and look down at the obscenely muscular body I was pressed so tightly up against. I put my hand on AJ’s right thick pec. The place where the emblem of his Scorpio’s gym hoodie usually sat, and the place where the name badge had been pinned that very first time I ran into him a month before. I smiled as I remembered that very encounter. How I’d been shocked at how huge my old friend from school had become. How outrageously big his arms were and how his massive tits had strained and bulged through the material of his work shirt. And now I was touching those same tits, before moving my hand to those very huge arms and giving them a squeeze, while the owner of them played with my cock.
My nose rubbed against AJ’s, and then we were kissing again. Mouths locked and tongues intertwined. The most passionate kiss as I gripped and squeezed onto his phenomenally thick, hard as rock arms, and AJ bought me ever closer to cumming, until I couldn’t contain it any longer. Still kissing AJ, taking in his unique scent, feeling his huge, hard mass against me, his warm, soft, sticky skin on mine, I released loud muffled groans into his mouth as I gripped his enormous upper arms and my whole body exploded with ecstasy.
“OMG! Did you hear about the latest episode of AJ and Noah In The Land of Beef?”
I grinned ecstatically into my phone as I read AJ’s Facebook message. I’d woken up that morning wondering whether the night before had been some kind of dream. Or whether I’d slipped into some crazy teen film where the slim, bookish muscle addict gets the hottest and biggest muscle guy in town. Like some kind of warped, British muscle addict version of Sixteen Candles.
“Oooh, no! What’s it about?” I typed, playing along.
“Get this. AJ and Noah…GET IT ON!!”
I sent through the monkey face covering his mouth emoji then followed it up with text. “What, you mean…” and then I sent three more emojis. The two boys holding hands, the aubergine that people use as a dick and the water splash.
“HAHAHA!! Yep!” AJ typed.
“Was it a hit with viewers?”
“Oh a MASSIVE hit! One viewer in particular loved it!” And then he sent two emojis. The blushing face with the eyes wide open and the best one of them all. The AJ emoji.
Three dots. AJ was tying another message.
“People have been asking me all morning why I look so happy, by the way!” I melted as I pictured a giddy looking AJ waddling around Tesco and bulging out of his tight fitted, polo work shirt with a huge, giddy grin on his painfully gorgeous face. All because of me.
“Hehe!! My mum actually asked me a similar thing. I think she’s a bit suspicious! Even more so than usual!” And then I sent the eye rolling emoji.
“Haha! Oh shit! My break’s over. Better get back to work!” AJ typed. He sent a frowning face emoji and my heart dropped. But his next message was about to pick me up again.
“See you at about five!”
Fuck! We hadn’t discussed plans to meet up again that day. I sent him three question marks while all the time feeling incredibly excited.
“Oh yeah. Forgot to tell you. You’re coming round to mine later.” AJ messaged.
Fucking, fucking YES!!
I loved how cheeky and forthright AJ was being, but I couldn’t resist playing along. “Oh, AM I now?” I messaged.
“Yep! Unless you want me to pick you up at yours so I can have a chat with your mum?”
“DON’T YOU DARE!” I typed.
“HAHA!! See you at mine then!” And then he sent me an emoji he’d never sent before. The one with the face blowing a kiss with the little heart near it’s mouth.
“Oooh, I can’t keep up with you!” my mum said as I stood in the kitchen after informing her I was going out. “Yesterday you were miserable as sin and today you look like the cat who got the cream!”
Hmmm. Or the horn crazed, beef obsessed muscle addict who got the huge, cute, gorgeous bodybuilder!
I rolled my eyes and shook my head but couldn’t help smiling at her comment. There was clearly no point trying to hide how happy I was.
“Am I ever gonna get to meet this mystery boyfriend?” she asked.
“NO! Because he doesn’t exist!” I informed her.
“Well someone’s got your head in a tizzy. I hope he’s worth it!”
I smirked. Oh, he’s definitely worth it, I thought. Fucking HELL is he worth it!
I couldn’t stop grinning as I stood on AJ’s doorstep waiting for him to answer the door. I wondered in that moment whether it was possible for someone to spontaneously combust from excitement. Never did I anticipate AJ to open the door wearing nothing but a pair of the cutest, bright red boxer shorts and an excitable, mischievous grin. His perfectly round muscle tits and gorgeous, tummy bursting ab blocks on full, glorious display.
As soon as AJ had shut the door, he’d spun around and was wrapping his huge arms around my back, pressing his outrageously muscular body against mine and kissing me with an intense passion. This can NOT be happening, I thought. Maybe I’d fallen asleep on Sunday night and hadn’t woken up since? Maybe the previous twenty hours had all been one long, amazing dream where the huge, gorgeous competitive bodybuilder I’d spent the past month pining over decided that, against all odds imaginable, he actually wanted me back?
“Hello!” he cheekily said as we parted lips, and were both just looking at each other, still fully embraced.
“Hey! Nice pants!” I exclaimed.
He giggled. One of his cute, little giggles I loved so much. “I didn’t think it was worth getting dressed!” he shrugged, with a straight face, before his mouth curled into one of his heart meltingly gorgeous grins.
Pressed up against AJ’s body, his abs pushing into the fabric of my t-shirt, sinking into his enormous arms, I was rock hard. My cock was pushing into his crotch. Fuck! “Mmmm!” AJ said, with a cheeky raised eyebrow, as he squeezed me tighter still.
“We’ve got about an hour before my mum and Andy come home!” AJ informed me, excitedly.
He withdrew from me, wrapped his fingers around mine and led me upstairs. I followed him, my heart bursting in my chest, because I was actually holding hands with AJ Jones. I don’t know what was a hotter sight. His bare, gorgeously tanned and obscenely muscular back or his enormous arse stretching the bright red material of his cute little boxers. Fucking GRRRR.
As soon as AJ’s bedroom door was closed, my back was pressed up against it and his body was pushed against mine and we were kissing passionately again. My hands running over him, exploring his muscle bull body. Feeling the lumps and bumps on his incredible back and gripping into his enormous upper arms as my throbbing hard on pushed against his.
He lifted up my t-shirt and practically pulled it off my body, then unbuckled my belt and pulled off my jeans. It was like he couldn’t wait to undress me. The day before I had mostly been in the driving seat. That day, however, AJ seemed to want to take charge.
“Fuck!” AJ exclaimed as my hard cock stuck out a mile through my black boxer shorts. And then he bent down, squeezed my cock and gently tugged it through the material. I..
"I can’t describe what happened to me next. Sitting on AJ’s bed, I suddenly needed to escape. It was all just too much. I felt like my head was going to explode. So, without saying a word to AJ, I slid off the bed, and made a dash to the bathroom.
I put the toilet lid down, and sat on it with my head in my hands. I felt like I was having some sort of mini breakdown. Like my emotions were too big for the world. It didn’t necessarily feel bad. Weirdly, I even kind of liked it. It was almost as if I was in a film, and a really important scene was playing out. Or maybe that was just my way of dealing with the situation. Because I knew that whatever was happening, it was big. Monumentally fucking big." Here we go with part 7 of "AJ & Noah" and it's the fallout from the night out with Eddie and Naomi, which ended with AJ leaving the bar upset after Noah kissed Eddie. The last chapter ended on a little cliffhanger with Noah wondering whether AJ actually does have feelings for him and receiving some drunken confessional Facebook messages from AJ early in the morning.
Part 8 coming soon.
I couldn’t stop staring at AJ’s Facebook messages.
“I’m OK. Sorry I just left.”
“I just had to get out of there.”
“It was because of you.”
“Because of you and that guy.”
It felt like my heart was about to burst. There it was. Undeniable proof that no matter how crazy and unlikely they seemed, both mine and Naomi’s suspicions were right. There was something going on between me and AJ. Exactly what that was, I still didn’t know. But I knew this; that AJ had seen me kissing Eddie and it had had such a strong effect on him and had bothered him that much that he’d gotten upset and angry and left the bar without saying a word to anyone.
I lay awake in bed for hours after reading the messages. My head just wouldn’t stop spinning. I kept going over everything that had happened since I’d bumped into AJ that afternoon in Tesco. Looking for signs that he had feelings for me.
I thought about our very first personal training session. How it looked like he’d made an extra special effort in his appearance. How he’d looked disappointed when our session had come to an end. How he’d seemed to backtrack when he’d told me that booking another session would be a waste of time. How he’d likened Mark Green to being the “bodybuilder version” of me, and how I’d thought that it was odd that he’d put that much thought into what I was like.
I thought about the first time he’d taken me to Scorpio’s. How he’d looked uncharacteristically nervous when he’d opened his front door to me. I thought about our Facebook messages. How he’d asked me if I’d be his groupie that one time and teased me about taking off his lime green posing trunks and throwing them into the audience at me. How he’d said he’d hold my hand during my first bodybuilding competition the night I was sat up messaging him in Eddie’s bathroom.
I thought about the Scorpio’s Gym hoodie he’d gifted me. How he’d said he’d managed to obtain it because he knew the owners of the gym, but then slipped up In the bar and told Naomi and I he’d actually bought it for me. I thought about what his friend, Nathan, said to me about it not being his birthday, even though that was the reason AJ said he’d be in town. I thought about how he’d hugged and kissed everyone in the bar apart from me. Because wouldn’t that mean too much to him? And I thought about how, when his leg had touched mine that night at his while sitting on his bed, he hadn’t moved it. That amazing moment when I felt like I was dying. When the seconds felt more like minutes.
I finally managed to switch off my thoughts and drift off to sleep, but when I woke up later that morning, the euphoria I was feeling at AJ’s confessional Facebook messages and just what they meant was tarred by something else; the thought of exactly how I was supposed to respond. And then something else came into my head which filled me with dread; the thought that maybe AJ had regretted sending those very messages.
A dozen potential replies to his messages went through my head.
“Are you OK?”
“Do you want to talk?”
“You know you can tell me anything.”
But they all sounded so dramatic. Before his drunken confessions earlier that morning, mine and AJ’s messages had never been even remotely serious.
And so I played it safe. “How’s the head?” I messaged him, my stomach twisting in nerves as I sent it. But nothing came back. He was probably still asleep, I reasoned. But when hours passed with no reply, I started to feel sick with worry.
I feared the thing I had dreaded was true. That AJ regretted his messages. Regretted the whole night, in fact. What if he didn’t want to have feelings for me? What if he found it easier to just suppress or ignore them? And what better way to ignore them, than to ignore me?
And then the biggest fear yet came to me. That because of the night before, and AJ’s confessions, whatever we had was now over. That AJ didn’t want to be friends anymore. That he no longer wanted to hang out with, take me to Scorpio’s or send me cute, funny messages. Maybe it was just easier for AJ to forget about me? Just pretend that the past month had never happened?
I wondered whether we could just carry on as normal. Pretend like the night before never happened. Just carry on being friends as if AJ had never sent me those messages. But was that what I really wanted? I wasn’t so sure.
The only things I knew for sure that was last night had changed things between me and AJ, and I had no idea what was going to happen next.
I went to Naomi’s for a few hours that evening. It was her last night in Little Denton and I wasn’t sure if I’d see her again before the end of the summer.
“Maybe he’s never had feelings towards a guy before and it’s freaked him out?” she suggested, when I’d told her that AJ wasn’t responding to my message.
“Maybe he’s just confused?” I reasoned. “Maybe he can tell I like him and he likes the attention and it’s making him think that he might like me back, when actually he doesn’t?”
“Mmmm. You hear about people, though, who just assume they’re straight, and never think any differently, and then one day they meet someone of the same sex and it changes everything! Maybe that’s him?” Naomi suggested.
I didn’t tell Naomi this, but a fellow muscle addict had once told me that “no bodybuilder was one hundred percent straight”. At the time I’d thought it was complete bollocks. And probably wishful thinking on his behalf. But maybe there was something in that, or at least where certain bodybuilders were concerned? I’d heard of guys who were only attracted to bodybuilders. They had no interest in regular sized guys. Sometimes they liked them in addition to girls. Maybe that was AJ? He liked girls, but he was also turned on by freaky, shredded muscle? And then I’d come along, and played with his head and confused him. Maybe if it really came down to it, maybe if we actually kissed, he’d realise he didn’t like me at all? That he could never be with a guy in that way? And certainly not a regular sized, non bodybuilding guy like me.
I still hadn’t heard from AJ when I went to bed that night. When I woke up the next morning, I frantically looked at my phone, but there was still no message then, either. When my mum asked if I wanted to go with her to visit my nan that afternoon, I jumped at the chance. Anything to take my mind off the fact that AJ was ignoring me. I even left my phone at home, which felt oddly liberating.
“You don’t seem like your usual happy self!” my mum said to me on the walk there.
“I’m fine!” I protested.
“Is it because Naomi’s gone back?”
I rolled my eyes in response.
“You can always go down and visit her before you go back to uni!” she suggested.
“I know!” I replied.
Maybe I should, I thought. Maybe it was what I needed. To get away from Little Denton. To get away from whatever was going on with AJ Jones. Maybe I’d deactivate my Facebook profile and go to Brighton? Try and forget about AJ. Make him worry and wonder why I’d suddenly vanished. Even though the only thing I really wanted in that moment was to hear from him. To know that he was okay. To know that whatever we had wasn’t over and that I would see him again.
My nan was as happy to see me as she always was. I told her Naomi had been in Little Denton for the weekend.
“Yes, they were out boozing at the weekend!” my mum informed her. “I was awake half the night worrying.”
“He’s sensible, aren’t you, Noah?” my nan said.
My mum scoffed. “I’m not sure about that! That Naomi definitely isn’t!”
When my mum went to use the bathroom I was left alone with my nan. I was feeling brave. “Nan, why do you call Naomi my special friend?”
She just shrugged and smiled in response. “You know she’s not my girlfriend, right?”
Her mouth curled into this really warm, kind, understanding smile. “I know that, dear!”
I thought about what my mum had said. Maybe “special friend” really was my nan’s word for gay people? Or however my mum had worded it.
“It’s a shame you stopped being friends with that boy,” she said. “The one with the funny name!”
Oh God. My stomach twisted at the mention of AJ. I never would predicted what my nan said next.
“I think he was a bit of a “special friend” too!”
What the fuck?! I was gob smacked. Before I had chance to question my nan, my mum returned. My eyes suddenly watered. I didn’t really know why. I couldn’t believe what my nan had said. Did she know something about AJ that I so badly wanted to be true? Had she known all this time from when we were at school together?
I decided in that moment that as soon as I got home I would swallow my pride and message AJ again. I couldn’t risk losing what we had. Even if it meant ignoring his drunken confessions. I would make AJ talk to me. I just wanted what we had back. And I wanted to see him again so badly.
Little did I know that he’d already beaten me to it. My heart blew up in my chest and my stomach somersaulted when I saw those words I loved so much on the screen on my phone; AJ Jones has sent you a message.
“OMG! Have you heard about the latest episode of AJ and Noah In The Land of Beef?”
I looked at the message. I’d never felt such a mixture of emotions. I was happy, elated even, that AJ had finally messaged me back. That we were apparently back to our usual, cheeky, funny Facebook messages. But I also couldn’t help feeling an almost crippling disappointment. Not to mention confusion. Was AJ really just going to completely ignore the fact that he’d all but confessed that his feelings for me weren‘t strictly platonic?
“Oooh, no! What happens?” I typed, playing along.
A few seconds pause, then three dots.
“AJ adopts some kind of superpower which makes everyone he meets wanna grab and squeeze his biceps!”
My disappointment faded, and in it’s place, I felt a giddy warmth as I pictured the scene from a few nights before when that incredibly lucky stranger had felt and squeezed one of AJ’s flexed bicep in the toilets of the bar.
“Sounds like an awesome episode!” I messaged, while dreamily grinning into my phone. The way I often did when I was messaging AJ.
“Apparently it was inspired by recent true events!” he then messaged.
Something twisted in my stomach. Nerves, but also excitement, that AJ was recalling the events of our night out. Was there any possibility that this was going to lead to AJ explaining why he left? And maybe then to the drunken Facebook messages I’d received early the next morning?
I typed a message. “It was a good night!” But then I erased it straight away. ARGGHH! I really wanted to try and push the subject, but I was terrified. Because what if AJ didn’t reply? What if he disappeared on me again? Ignored my messages like he had done for the past day and a half? I wasn’t sure I could go through that torment again.
I had to write something. But I had no idea what. My brain tried to scramble for something funny. Something cheeky and muscle related. But I was drawing blanks. Because I was unable to say the things I really wanted to say. The questions I was dying to ask AJ.
I stared at my phone. No dots. None of us were typing anything. An awkward silence seemed to be hanging in the air. And then a lifeline. Three dots. AJ was typing another message. And what that message consisted of caused an excitement to furiously surge through my whole body.
“Hey. Are you free tonight?”
YES, YES, FUCKING YES!!
I felt like I was going to combust. Because after a day of fearing that I may never hear from AJ again, it now looked as if I was going to see him that very evening.
“Yeah! Why?” I replied.
And then a pang of nerves twisted in my stomach. Because I wasn’t just going to see AJ again. I was going to see AJ for the first time since his drunken Facebook messages.
I wasn’t particularly that keen on the idea of going to Scorpio’s that evening. But if that was what it took to see AJ again, then I would just have to go. In truth, I probably would have agreed to do anything or go anywhere just for the chance to see him again.
I would never have predicted what AJ was about to message next.
“I’ve got the house to myself. Fancy coming round?”
GOD YES. A THOUSAND TIMES YES!!
“Sounds good!” I replied, while my insides felt like were exploding.
“Maybe this time we’ll give the alcohol a miss?” AJ messaged. And then he sent the thing I loved so fucking much. That cute little AJ emoji. Almost as cute as the boy I’d named it after.
My body couldn’t seem to decide how it wanted to react to AJ’s invitation. I was excited and elated at the fact that I was going to see AJ again. That I was going round to his house and that I was, no doubt, going to be perched on his bed again, sitting close up to the huge, gorgeous bodybuilder I was completely besotted with.
But I was also incredibly nervous. Because it was the first time I was going to see AJ again since our eventful night out, and the Facebook messages that had followed.
On the walk to AJ’s house, a dozen questions were going through my head. Would things be awkward between us after what had happened? Would AJ be exactly the same as he was before? Would we talk about the night out again? Would I feel nervous doing so? And what was the likelihood that the subject of AJ’s drunken confessions were going to come up in conversation? Would he mention it? Would I have the nerve to mention it? Was AJ expecting to me to bring the subject up? A part of me wanted to. A massive part. But another part of me also just wanted things to carry on exactly the same way as they were.
Before I’d left for AJ’s, I had grabbed my bright blue Scorpio’s hoodie in a spontaneous moment of bravery, careful to hide the logo on the chest from my mum on the way out of the house. It was a little mad, but even just walking along the street wearing a hoodie with the name and logo of a genuine hardcore bodybuilding gym gave me a rush.
My heart was pounding as I stood on AJ’s doorstep. Even more than it had the very first time I’d been stood there a few weeks before on our first trip to Scorpio’s. As soon as AJ opened the front door, and we were face to face for the first time in two days, my nerves seemed to diminish dramatically, and I was filled with the all too familiar rush of happiness of being in the presence of the impossibly gorgeous, competitive bodybuilder I had spent the past month falling for.
AJ was wearing his Scorpio’s Gym hoodie too, which I kind of fucking loved. He looked as insanely sexy as he always had. Cute button nose, styled hair, rosy cheeks and all. I could tell he was nervous to see me. He even looked a little vulnerable. I wanted so much to just put my arms around him and snuggle into him. Do whatever it took to reassure him that everything was fine between us. Give him whatever he needed to feel like he could act normally around me again. But despite the obvious nerves, I could tell he was pleased to see me. It wasn’t just the fact he was giving me this cute, coy, little grin. I could see it in his whole face. And I couldn’t believe that I was responsible for that happiness. That someone as huge and cute and amazing as AJ was pleased to see me.
“Nice hoodie!” he cheekily said to me, as I stepped inside his house and he closed the door behind me. He still looked nervous, but his smile grew just a little bit bigger and more gorgeous.
I giddily grinned back at him. “Oh, this?” I said, looking down at the best gift anyone had ever given me. “I just found it lying around. I can’t remember where I got it from!” I said, shrugging.
AJ grinned even more, and gently bit down on his bottom lip, the way he often did. The chemistry between us, the amazing buzz I always felt whenever I was with AJ was very much still there. In fact, in that moment, I felt it more than ever.
He signalled for me to follow him up the stairs and I obeyed. He was wearing a pair of grey shorts which cut off just above the back of his knees. His tanned calves looked fucking humongous. I was turned on instantly.
As we walked into his room and I perched on his bed, I was, once again, suddenly thinking about the events of the past two days. And all of those big questions were bubbling away again. Because surely one of us would at least have to mention the night out? And what had happened afterwards?
AJ manoeuvred himself so he was sitting with his feet near mine with his back to the wall. I couldn’t help but stare at his bare shins. He had hardly any hair on his legs, and they were way more tanned than the average lad’s. He really was a proper little bodybuilder. He was also wearing these cute, little, white sports socks which cut off at the ankles, and contrasted with his brown legs, which, for some reason I found unspeakably fucking hot. God, even AJ’s ankles were fucking sexy.
Things didn’t so much feel awkward between us. But it definitely felt like there was something hanging over us. Something unspoken, I guess. Like an elephant in the room.
“Where’s your mum and Andy?” I asked AJ.
“Oh, one of mum’s workmates is having a birthday thing!” AJ replied. “Why? Disappointed?” he asked with a cheeky grin and a raised eyebrow, referring to my old crush on his step-dad.
I sheepishly grinned and rolled my eyes. “Shut up!” I playfully said.
“Did your mum question you about the hoodie?” AJ asked, with a mischievous grin.
I pulled an “eeeek” face. “I kinda hid the logo from her!”
AJ did one of his cute, little giggles. “How is she gonna react when you start blowing up into a muscle freak?”
Fuck! As typical whenever AJ talked about muscle in such a hot manner, my dick started to stir and swell under my jeans.
I blushed a little, while failing to suppress a huge, giddy grin. “I think she’d actually disown me!”
AJ grinned. “Well I’m pretty sure my mum would take you in! She’s used to being around shredded freaks!”
And suddenly I wanted nothing more than for my mum to kick me out so I could come and live with AJ. Spend all my time here, mostly sitting on the very bed I was on at that moment. Hanging out and spending time with the gorgeous, funny bodybuilder whose cute little ankles I couldn’t seem to stop looking at.
My phone suddenly pinged in my pocket. AJ checked his phone. “Think that was you!” he said.
As I reached into my jean pocket, my stomach suddenly lurched. Because what if the text was from Eddie? Fuck. AJ would ask me who it was. And the events of Saturday night would suddenly be bought to the surface. The thing I was partly dreading happening, and partly wanted so badly. I almost felt disappointed when I saw Naomi‘s name on the screen.
Curiously, AJ didn’t ask me who the message was from. Maybe he was fearing the exact same thing that I was?
“Hmmm. Text from Naomi!” I said casually. AJ nodded, but suddenly looked a little nervous again. And I knew why. Because Naomi had been a part of that evening too.
I looked at the text. “Have you heard from AJ yet?”
I know it was just a text, but somehow, just having that little piece of my best friend there with me gave me an unexpected bravery.
“She really liked you, by the way!” I said, my stomach twisting. Because I was getting close to the subject we had so far been skirting around.
Apparently a compliment was all it took to ease AJ’s nerves, which in turn broke the slight awkwardness and eased my own nerves. AJ’s face softened and his mouth curled into an adorable, little grin.
“Awww! She’s awesome!” he said, and my heart fluttered. I loved the fact that my best friend and AJ liked each other so much.
“I still can’t believe what you did to Reece Miller! I’ll never forget his face when you called him a prick!”
AJ was beaming. “Mate, that felt so fucking good! God, I hate that little shit!” he said, referring to my ex best friend. “There was another part of the night I liked better, though!”
“Yeah?” I said, my heart beating a little faster.
“Yep! Your face when I gave you a most muscular!”
I shook my head and smirked. My dick was suddenly stirring and swelling again, not just at the mention of the incident, but the actual memory of it.
“You know I’m gonna get you back for that!” I teased.
AJ beamed. “Oh yeah?! What are you gonna do?”
“I’ll think of something!” I mischievously replied, shrugging.
He grinned at me and my whole body filled with an incredible warmth. Because despite whatever was happening, and whatever had happened, it felt like we were back to being us again. Playfully winding each other up and making each other laugh.
And yet, it undeniably felt like something had changed. Like there’d been a shift in our friendship. I suddenly thought about what Naomi had said in the pub after AJ had left. “There’s something going on with you two. The way he talks to you. The way he looks at you!” And in that moment, sitting on AJ’s bed, I felt it more than ever.
“Fancy watching Dom and Cole?” AJ asked. My heart dropped. Because we were so close to discussing AJ’s Facebook messages. And why he’d left the bar upset. But it clearly wasn’t going to be then. Maybe AJ knew we were close to the subject and wanted to veer away from it too?
“Yeah!” I replied, trying not to sound too disappointed.
I could barely concentrate as we sat watching the TV screen. I couldn’t stop thinking about what AJ had confessed in his messages. That he’d gotten upset and stormed off because he’d seen me kissing Eddie.
All of these questions started to race through my head. What did it all mean? Did AJ like me as much as I liked him? Was AJ even gay? What about the girl..
"I turned around, and sure enough, there was AJ Jones, looking bigger and more gorgeous than he ever had. Fuck. His arms were bulging out of a tight, white t-shirt and his absurdly thick legs were squeezed into a pair of light blue jeans that were so tight they looked like they were painted on. Suddenly, all of the nerves seemed to evaporate, and I was filled with this incredible warmth. Because AJ was here. And wherever here was didn’t matter. Even just seeing him again made me feel ridiculously happy."
In part 6 of "AJ & Noah", Noah's best friend, Naomi, comes back to Little Denton for the weekend and AJ joins them and Eddie (the guy Noah's kind of seeing) on a night out. Noah, Eddie and AJ in the same room together? Surely the universe will implode?
Part 7 coming soon (and it's a big one)!
All I could think about for the next few days was that evening I’d spent with AJ. It had been the most amazing night. The events of which had been going round and round in my head. Being in his car listening to the radio. The hoodie he’d gifted me. AJ teasing me about spontaneously squeezing a most muscular in my face. Seeing his shirtless torso in the changing room. The buzz of being with him in public at Tesco and everyone staring at him. AJ confessing to me what it’s like to be on stage. Me confessing to him about my Andy crush and confiding in him about Eddie. And that incredible moment when he’d pushed his leg against mine and hadn’t moved it. When it felt like the world had stopped.
Even when I was reunited with my best friend, Naomi, for the first time in over a month, my mind was still very much on AJ and that evening.
“Noah! Your arms look really beefy!” she said to me, as I got in her car.
Much like when Eddie had complimented me on my arms the previous week, I failed to suppress a smug grin at Naomi’s comment. I also couldn’t help wondering what the hell she would ever think if she saw AJ’s enormous sized arms.
“Been going to the gym a lot then?”
“Yeah! Well, I haven’t really got that much else to do, have I?” I said, grinning.
“Do you wished you’d stayed in London?”
It was an interesting question. A few weeks ago I would have said yes. Because I had wished I had stayed in London when I’d first come back to Little Denton. But since I’d started hanging out with AJ, that had completely changed. Even just the thought of it was ridiculous. Three months in London probably spent working in a call centre and forking out for rent while the majority of my friends were back at their parents, versus the last few weeks spent exchanging cute, funny messages and hanging out with a painfully gorgeous bodybuilder.
I couldn’t help smiling at the thought, which Naomi looked a little suspicious of. “Erm … nah. I think I did the right thing in coming back.”
It wasn’t so easy to hide the fact that something was going on from Naomi when I was sat opposite her in the pub.
“So what else have you been up to?”
My mouth erupted in a coy grin which completely gave me away. I just couldn’t keep from smiling.
She gasped and looked excited. “What?! What’s going on?”
“Nothing!” I protested.
She screwed her face up in a, “You can’t fool me!” expression. Which I couldn’t. Naomi knew me better than anyone. A lot of the time I didn’t even have to tell her what I was thinking for her to know. And she knew exactly when I was hiding something.
I sighed. “OK! I’ve been going to the gym with AJ Jones!”
She gasped again and her mouth curled into an amused and excited grin. She shook her head. “Hanging out with a bodybuilder? No wonder you look so happy!”
I playfully rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t deny it. I was happy, and it was clearly written all over my face.
“He looks huge in his Facebook pictures!”
I told Naomi about mine and AJ’s Facebook messages, how he’d invited me to Scorpio’s and our nights in at his drinking and watching “Dom and Cole In The Land of Ug” (which, like most people our age, Naomi was also a huge fan of). And I told her about how cheeky and funny he was, both in his messages and in person, and how he was always teasing me about being a future muscle freak, and how he clearly liked to think he was corrupting me.
As I told her, a suspicious smirk arose on her face. “You like him!” she said to me. “I can tell.”
I felt immediately defensive. Because admitting I liked AJ, who, until a few days before, I was certain nothing more than platonic would ever happen with, was like openly confessing that I was in a potentially vulnerable situation. No one wants to be the person who likes someone who will never like them back. But this was Naomi. There was no hiding anything from her. So I decided to play it down.
I shrugged. “Well he is a bodybuilder! But you know, he’s straight. Ummm … well …” and then I paused.
Naomi gasped. “What?!”
I realised in that moment how much I wanted to talk to Naomi about what had happened in AJ’s bedroom. “Something weird happened the other night!” And then I proceeded to tell her about his leg touching mine, but how he hadn't moved it afterwards.
“Maybe he’s bi?” Naomi suggested.
“Maybe! I dunno. Maybe it was just the alcohol?” I reasoned.
“Hmmm. OK, don’t be pissed, but maybe because you kind of want something to happen, you’re reading too much into it?”
It felt like a kick to the stomach, but I knew there was a chance that Naomi could have been right.
After the pub we went back to mine. By then I’d told Naomi all about Eddie too. Hanging out with her, it was probably the least I’d thought about AJ for weeks. That changed, however, when I received that all too familiar notification on my phone which sent my pulse racing. AJ had sent me a Facebook message.
“OK, new idea for an episode of AJ and Noah in The Land of Beef.”
My face grew into an ecstatic, dreamy grin when I saw it. The same one it always did. Only that time there was someone in my company who’d noticed it.
“Is that AJ?” Naomi asked.
“Maybe!” I sheepishly replied.
“Your face!” She looked surprised at just how pleased I was to get a text from him. “You really like him!” she said, with a smug grin.
I groaned, and put my face in my hands. There was no use denying it. But admitting my feelings for AJ to another person, my stomach suddenly twisted. I actually felt a little scared about the situation.
“Hey, are you still going into town tomorrow?” AJ messaged me, after telling me about his episode idea which involved him finding a magic pill which meant he couldn’t stop growing and turned into an excessive monster who could barely walk (FUCKING HELL).
His message threw me. Was he about to make another offer? Invite me round to his house to get drunk again? Or maybe watch Dom and Cole stoned? The thought of either of those scenarios filled me with excitement. And I wondered, for a moment, whether I could ditch Naomi on her weekend back. Then immediately felt guilty about it.
“One of my mates from college has just reminded me it’s his birthday. I’m gonna be in town too.” AJ explained.
I was confused, but excited at what was unfolding. “Awesome!” I replied.
“Maybe we could come and meet you guys?”
My heart was pounding. AJ and his straight mates wanted to come and meet me, Naomi and Eddie at a gay pub. It was so unexpected. Would such a thing even work? I told Naomi, who seemed surprised, but also excited at what was unfolding too.
“Would they even let them in the pub?” she asked.
“Dunno!” I replied, shrugging.
Why would AJ even want to come to a gay pub? And then I remembered what I’d told him the other night. That he’d probably “get mobbed” if he went to a gay pub. Maybe that comment had left him curious and he wanted to find out how much attention he’d receive?
“Tell him to come and meet us!” Naomi said. I could tell she was really excited at the prospect of seeing what would happen.
“You, me, Eddie and AJ? I can’t imagine it!” I said. Just the thought of it made me nervous. Eddie and AJ together. AJ in a gay pub. What the fuck?! But I couldn’t deny that the idea kind of excited me too. Introducing AJ to my friends. Showing him off. Seeing their reaction to how outrageously muscular he was. And of course, it would mean I’d get to spend yet another evening with him.
I typed a message. “OK! But I told you. You’ll probably get mobbed!” And then I erased it, and decided to play it cool instead. “Sounds good! Just send me a text!”
“I bet he doesn’t come and meet us!” I said to Naomi. “His friends won’t wanna come to a gay pub!”
“You never know!” She had this mischievous smirk on her face. “Maybe he just really wants to see you again!” she playfully said.
I rolled my eyes and grinned. While all the time pondering the possibility that maybe she was right.
“I suppose he’s told you all about this mystery person he keeps on going off to see?” my mum asked Naomi as were heading out the front door.
“And who came to pick him up the other day in a car!” she continued.
“He won’t tell me anything, Naomi! I bet you don’t keep secrets from your mother!”
“BYE, mum!” I dramatically said, pushing a giggling Naomi out the door.
“For fuck’s sake!” I said as we walked away from my house and made our way to the Little Denton train station.
Naomi laughed. “I love your mum! At least she’s cool with talking about that kind of stuff with you. My mum would never ask me about girls!”
“Ugh! Wanna swap mums?”
I hadn’t heard from AJ since he’d suggested coming to meet us for a drink the day before. All day I had been wondering whether he’d message me and bring up the subject again. Something I was nervous at the prospect of happening. Because, while a part of me had really wanted to hear from him, for the first time ever, another part had hoped that I wouldn’t.
When it had got to the evening, I assumed that AJ had either changed his mind about the idea, or that his friends weren’t keen on coming to a gay pub. I wasn’t sure whether I was more disappointed or relieved. What me and AJ had was so special, but it felt like it only existed in Facebook messages, Scorpio’s Gym, his car and his bedroom. We’d created our own little world and those were the spaces it existed in. For AJ to come to a gay pub, to meet my other friends, it felt like it would throw everything off balance. What would he be like in front of Naomi and Eddie? What would I be like? I’d have to create this whole new version of myself, which lay somewhere in between the person I was with Naomi and Eddie, and the person I was with AJ.
As I knew they would, Eddie and Naomi got on brilliantly. We were in the bar Eddie and I had been to previously with the two for one cocktails deal. Certain that I wouldn’t hear from him, I had taken my mind off AJ. And then my phone vibrated and all of that changed. Before I even looked at my phone I just knew it was a message from him.
“Cookie Monster! We’re coming to meet you. Where you at?”
Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I went into a slight panic. I considered ignoring him. Switching off my phone. Because AJ didn’t belong in this world. Because if me, AJ, Eddie and Naomi were ever in the same room the universe would surely implode.
“Is that him?” Naomi asked me. She had this sly grin on her face. I bit my lip and nodded anxiously.
“What’s up?” Eddie asked as he returned with drinks. Naomi’s grin widened. She was loving this.
“Erm … our friend from school says he wants to come and meet us,” I told Eddie.
Our friend from school! Naomi was never friends with AJ.
“Ahhh, cool!” Eddie replied.
“Erm … yeah. Well, it’s that personal trainer guy. Remember the guy I showed you a picture of?”
Eddie suddenly looked excited. “The hot, huge bodybuilder guy?”
“Yeah!” I sheepishly replied. I blushed slightly at hearing Eddie describe AJ in such a manner, but I also felt an undeniable rush.
“I thought you only saw him that once?” Eddie said curiously.
“Ummm … no, I see him quite a bit,” I replied, suddenly feeling both nervous, and oddly guilty. “He works at the gym!” I explained. It was the truth after all. Even if it wasn’t exactly why or where I saw him.
AJ took a ridiculously long time to arrive. Which was fucking torturous. My stomach was in knots and I was drinking at a faster pace than usual.
“Oh my God! Is that him?” Naomi suddenly exclaimed.
I turned around, and sure enough, there was AJ Jones, looking bigger and more gorgeous than he ever had. Fuck. His arms were bulging out of a tight, white t-shirt and his absurdly thick legs were squeezed into a pair of light blue jeans that were so tight they looked like they were painted on. Suddenly, all of the nerves seemed to evaporate, and I was filled with this incredible warmth. Because AJ was here. And wherever here was didn’t matter. Even just seeing him again made me feel ridiculously happy.
I had wondered whether he might feel uncomfortable or awkward walking into a gay pub. He clearly didn’t. In fact, he looked so extraordinarily confident as he walked towards us. And fucking HELL did he look gorgeous. He was more tanned than he had been the other night. His hair was preened to perfection. His tits were bursting through his t-shirt. And those arms. Those enormous fucking arms! It was so surreal to see him in the setting of a gay pub. He looked like a fucking cartoon.
Naomi and Eddie seemed shocked at the sight of him. But it was a good shocked. I actual fucking loved the expressions on their faces. And the fact that AJ had caused them. But it wasn’t just my friends who were reacting to his entrance. It felt like the whole pub was looking at the huge, gorgeous bodybuilder who’d just practically strutted into the pub with a perfectly regular sized, and rather nonchalant looking mate.
I couldn’t stop smiling as AJ joined our group. “You remember Naomi?” I said to him. What happened next completely surprised me. AJ put his arm around Naomi and kissed her on the cheek like they were old friends, even though they never had been at school.
“And this is Eddie!”
And then I was even more surprised, because AJ greeted Eddie in the exact same way. He amusingly responded with an excited and flustered, “Oooh!” that the hot, gorgeous bodybuilder had kissed him. It was absurd, but I felt instantly jealous of Eddie. Interestingly enough, AJ didn’t greet me in the same way. I didn’t get so much as a tap on the shoulder.
“Sorry, we went to another pub first!” AJ explained, after he introduced us to his mate as Nathan. “Drinks?” he asked, addressing the group. As he and Nathan went to the bar, I watched a dozen heads turn. People were excitedly whispering and unashamedly staring as AJ waddled through the crowd. I really loved the fact that he was causing such a stir.
“He is HUGE!” Eddie exclaimed. Naomi just shot me an amused, knowing smirk.
AJ and Nathan came back with a round, then disappeared and quickly came back with a round of shots on top of that. “SHOTS!” he exclaimed, to which Naomi looked especially pleased. I couldn’t believe how confident AJ was. I mean, he was always confident, but never like this. He was more animated too. Whether it was the alcohol or being in the setting of a bar I wasn’t sure. Whatever it was, though, it was like AJ cranked up to ten. It clearly rubbed off too, as Naomi and Eddie seemed to become more lively too in his presence.
“I LOVE HIM!” Naomi exclaimed to me not long after.
As much as I was enjoying seeing my friends fall in love with AJ, as we all stood around and chatted in a group, I started to crave a bit of one on one time with him. It might sound selfish, but watching him stood in the middle of Eddie and Naomi, a part of me just wanted to take him off somewhere so it could just be the two of us like it normally was.
Soon after, he ended up reshuffling so he was stood next time. It was like he’d read my mind.
“And why aren’t you wearing your Scorpio’s hoodie?” he leaned in and teasingly said to me. I grinned and playfully rolled my eyes. God. I would have done anything to have kissed him in that moment. Sexy AJ and his bulging biceps and ridiculous chest. Gorgeous AJ and his cute little button nose and heart melting grin.
“I wasn’t sure if you were gonna come! So how’s your first gay pub?”
“It’s cool!” he said. “Haven’t been mobbed yet though!”
I laughed. “You’re getting loads of attention!”
He playfully shook his head. “Ugh! I know! I hate it!” And then he wiggled his eyebrows up and down and gave me the most gorgeous and mischievous grin.
“Naomi, I hope you’re prepared!” AJ exclaimed. “Because Noah’s gonna be a huge, shredded muscle freak soon!”
Oh my fucking GOD!
I shook my head and grinned, while blushing slightly.
“His arms definitely look bigger!” an amused Naomi said.
“They’ll be TWICE as big as that when we’re done! I’ve been teaching him all the bodybuilding lingo! And we’ve picked out a nickname for him!”
Naomi nodded and shot me a sly, knowing look. My cheeks were burning. I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.
“The Cookie Monster!” AJ exclaimed. “GRRRR!!”
I felt so incredibly sheepish, but I couldn’t help smiling. AJ was letting Naomi in on the little world we’d created, and I knew exactly what was going through her mind. How much I loved it. Whatever I had with AJ. And how much I clearly liked him.
“And what does your mum think about all of this, Noah?” Naomi teased. I groaned in response.
“I need to see your mum!” AJ excitedly exclaimed. “She’s such a legend!”
“NO! That is NOT happening!” I said.
“Why?” AJ said.
“Because she’ll embarrass the fuck out of me!”
“What if I just popped round to your house one day without telling you?”
“You better NOT!” I exclaimed.
AJ playfully shook his head and turned to Naomi. “Honestly! I buy him a hoodie and he won’t even let me talk to his mum!”
The statement completely knocked me for six. Wait, AJ bought me the hoodie? What the fuck?! Maybe it was a slip of the tongue, but Naomi was looking at me wide eyed.
AJ didn’t seem to register what he’d said and we carried in as normal. When he disappeared to the toilets shortly after, Naomi broached the subject. “He bought you a hoodie?!” she asked. I was so confused. My mind was racing.
“It’s just a hoodie from the gym. He said he’d managed to get it for me ‘cause he knows the owners!” I explained. “They do have a shop there though!” Naomi raised one eyebrow, and had this suspicious look on her face.
“Hmmm. I dunno!” she replied. “He, just … seems to like you! It feels like there’s something going on between you two!”
“Did you notice how he hugged and kissed you and Eddie but not me?” I asked Naomi.
“Yeah,” she replied. “But you probably wouldn’t do that if you liked someone, would you? It would mean too much to just do it that casually!”
My stomach was doing somersaults. Was Naomi right? Could the thing I’d been thinking since the leg incident actually be true? Fuck, fuck, FUCK.
AJ came back to the group. “Noah, come with me for two minutes. I just wanna show you something!”
I looked at him with a confused look. “What?!” I asked.
“Just come with me!” he demanded.
What the fuck?! I followed AJ, excited but confused. It was such a fucking rush following him through the bar. So many heads turned at the huge, cute muscle bull bulging out of his tight, white t-shirt. The same huge, cute muscle bull who was with me.
AJ led me into the empty men’s bathroom. He peeped round the door to check no one was coming. I had no idea what was going on. “I’ve just got something to show you on my phone!” he said, standing about a foot away from me.
He looked down and his hand slipped towards one of his jean pockets, but in one swift movement, he bought both of his arms up to his shoulders, looked at me with the most manic grin, and then bought both of his arms down into a most muscular pose, with a loud, grizzly, “YEEESSS!”
OH MY FUCKING GOD!!
I didn’t know where to look. Or what to do. I was frozen to the spot. As he’d teased two nights before, in the middle of the toilets of a gay pub, AJ had just surprised me by squeezing a crab most muscular pose right in my fucking face when I had least expected it! An actual bodybuilder, right in front of me, posing just for me, in the cheekiest and horniest way imaginable.
“Your face!” he said, giggling. I must have looked horrified because AJ suddenly looked concerned. “Noah, are you OK?”
I shook my head. “Ummm … yeah!” I said, trying to regain composure. “You just scared the shit out of me!” It was true. He had scared me. But scared wasn’t the only thing I was feeling. Shock. Amazement. An overwhelming desire for AJ to crank out another pose in my face with that crazy, manic grin and outrageously cocky sound he’d made and to see his muscles bulging under and around the fabric of his t-shirt. FUCKING HELL!!
I finally relaxed my face. “You’re a fucking nutter!” I managed to say.
AJ giggled. “Told you I’d do it when you least expected it!” he said with a mischievous, proud grin.
He clearly loved the fact that he’d made good on his promise and pulled off his outrageously cheeky stunt. Still flustered, I grinned at him back. Because I’d loved it too. So, so fucking much. Amazingly, standing so close together, looking at each other and smiling, sharing a moment, it felt like something was happening again. Time seemed to slow down. The butterflies were going crazy. And I wanted to kiss me so badly it felt like I was going to explode.
Two guys came into the toilets and broke the tension. They both clocked AJ straight away. “My God! Your arms are HUGE!” one of them exclaimed, with absolutely no inhibition. I could tell he was a bit of a character. Loud and animated and a little camp. And probably a little bit drunk too.
AJ laughed and flashed him a warm, friendly grin. “Can I ask you a question?” the guy said. “How often do you go the gym?” Fuck, I loved it. Just seeing AJ getting attention and people reacting to his muscles.
AJ shook his head. “Never been to the gym before in my life, mate!” he replied, with a straight face.
The guy laughed. “Can I have a feel?”
Oh. My. Fucking. CHRIST!
“Sure!” AJ replied, his mouth curling into an excitable grin and his whole face lighting..
"I was friends with a fucking bodybuilder! He was taking me to hardcore bodybuilding gyms with pictures of shredded freaks on the walls, inviting me to his house to watch Netflix in his bedroom (which also had pictures of shredded freaks on the walls!), sending me pictures of him flexing in his obscenely hot posing trunks and making fucking jokes about taking them off and throwing them at me from the stage. What muscle addict wouldn’t absolutely fucking love to be in that position? Maybe I could play along with the whole thing and really have some fun with it? Get him to flex for me (oh God), let me squeeze his flexed muscles, even (OH FUCK)!"
Here we go with part 5 of "AJ & Noah"! This part is slightly longer than the previous ones. Only because chapters 15 & 16 work so well together and it didn't feel right to split them up.
In case you guys didn't know, I'm also posting the story on the "Muscle Growth forums" a little quicker than on here, but in shorter, more regular parts (usually one chapter per post) so you might prefer to read it on there.
Part 6 coming soon!
“So, I’ve been thinking about your style of posing for when you compete!”
I was lying on my bed exchanging Facebook messages with AJ on my phone. It had been two days since our second trip to Scorpio’s. After which he’d unexpectedly invited me to his house and I’d ended up sitting next to him on his bed watching Netflix and discussing the various muscle freaks stuck to his bedroom wall. I had barely been able to think about anything else since.
“My posing style?” I messaged back.
“Yep! After Mark Green’s helped you overcome your shyness, of course!”
“Hehe! I’m listening!”
“So, I can’t picture you being really cocky! Opening your mouth wide, grunting, groaning, roaring at the audience, that kind of thing.”
Fuck! My cock was suddenly rock hard.
“You’re a bit too much of a nice guy for that.”
I couldn’t resist sending the emoji with the blushing face, while simultaneously feeling like I wanted to melt into my mattress. Or into AJ’s obscenely huge arms. Whichever, really.
“But I definitely think you’d show a bit of attitude. What with being a huge, shredded muscle freak and all.”
“Ummmm. HELL YEAH!” I replied, with the flexed bicep emoji.
“Hehe! But I think you’d be more cheeky than cocky. I’ll give you some examples.”
As was usual whenever I was talking to AJ, I literally could not stop smiling.
“So, you could cheekily scrunch your face up, like “EEEEEE!” as you crank out an abs and thighs.”
And then he sent me a picture of a cute-as-fuck bodybuilder in a pair of the hottest golden posers, crunching down on the most phenomenally sliced abs, his eyes jammed tight shut and his whole face animatedly scrunched up as he flexed with effort and joy.
“That is one scrunchy little monkey!” I replied, my hard on pressing against my bed.
“HAHA! Yep! Or you could cheekily stick your tongue out like this…”
A picture of a bodybuilder I was very well acquainted with was suddenly filling up the screen of my phone. Twenty five year old American boy wonder Justin Hughes, who was just about the cutest fucking thing to ever pick up a dumbbell. Even his jug ears were adorable. And even reminded me of AJ’s a little.
He wasn’t exactly in monster territory, but he was in insanely shredded condition. His quads looked especially crazy in the picture AJ had sent me, as he squeezed out a crab most muscular pose, while, yep, sticking out his tongue in the cheekiest fashion imaginable. Much like AJ had been in the picture of himself stuck to his bedroom wall.
“I can picture me doing that!” I messaged. And then I sent three of the flat tongue emoji’s. “Just practising!” I then typed.
“Hehe!! You’ve nailed it already! Here’s another example. Just to make sure.”
And then he sent the best, and hottest bodybuilder yet. Himself! Flexing a front double bicep in his lime green posers with his tongue outrageously sticking out. Only he wasn’t on stage this time. He was stood barefoot in his own back garden! FUCKING HELL! I could have easily tugged on my dick and blown a load into my boxers to it.
“OH MY GOD!!” I messaged.
He sent through a series of emoji’s in response. The monkey covering his eyes, the blushing face, and two of the AJ emoji’s.
“I hope the neighbours weren’t looking out the window!!” I replied.
“HAHA! I kinda hope they were!” AJ messaged, with a winky face emoji.
I loved that statement. God. He was such a cocky little fucker. He clearly loved being a juiced up muscle boy and flexing in his shiny posers, and not just when he was stood on stage at a bodybuilding competition. It was so unspeakably fucking hot.
I decided to play along with the idea. “What would Mildred at no.42 think? For God’s sake, Mildred. Whatever you do, don’t look out the window!!”
“HAHA!! I LOVE IT!!”
And I loved that he loved it. I pictured him, sitting on the bed I’d been on two days before, looking at his phone with one of his big, gorgeous grins on his oh-so-cute face, giggling away at my messages in the adorable, little manner that he did.
“OK, one last cheeky fucker who likes to flash his tongue! Guaranteed, you’ve never, EVER seen this guy before. He’s next level freaky!!”
FUCK! I braced myself for what AJ was about to send, then howled when the picture came through. It was him again. Only this time, he’d taken a selfie of himself, flexing a single bicep with his eyebrows raised and his tongue flat out in the cockiest manner. I was sure he’d taken it there and then, and it was possibly the greatest thing he could have done in that moment. Possibly the greatest picture anyone had ever sent me, for that matter.
“OMG! You weren’t wrong! Jeeez! What a FREAK! I mean, complete and utter inhuman MONSTER!”
Three of the AJ emoji’s came through.
“How does he find clothes that fit?” I messaged.
“God knows! Maybe he just wears his trunks all day!”
What a fucking thought! “Hehe!”
“He impresses you then?”
The question completely threw me. I furrowed my eyebrows slightly as I looked at my phone screen. I didn’t really know what to make of it. I knew AJ was mostly just playing around, but maybe there was something behind it? Did he really care what I thought of his body? The idea of which made my heart flutter. Or maybe he just wanted his ego massaged? Maybe he’d gotten a kick out of the comment I’d made about him looking “pretty big” when we were sat on his bed just a few nights before and he was simply just fishing for another compliment?
I decided to play along.
“Hehe! Of course!”
And then AJ sent the blushing face emoji. Which was so fucking cute and adorable. A response came into my head. I was nervous to type it. Unsure of whether I should. But I was feeling brave.
“Do bodybuilders have groupies?”
My stomach twisted in knots as three dots appeared on my phone. And then AJ’s message came through.
“Hehe! The pros probably do!”
I wasn’t sure what to type. I felt like I maybe needed to change the subject, but another three dots appeared.
“Would you be that guy’s groupie?” AJ messaged.
FUCK! A jolt of excitement surged through me. He definitely wanted me to massage his ego. And then another thought entered my head. Is that what all of this was for AJ? Did he just want me around to feed his ego? To have a slim built, non-muscle beast friend to shock and wow with his freaky physique so he felt like an even bigger monster than he already did? Was this is all just one massive ego trip for AJ?
I continued to play along.
“HELL YEAH!” I replied.
“Hehe! What exactly would you do as his groupie?” AJ messaged.
Whatever was going on, I fucking loved this idea that we’d cooked up. Me being AJ’s groupie. The idea of him wanting me to be his groupie. I got the distinct impression that AJ was loving this particular conversation too.
“Hmmm. Well, I’d be in the front row at all his competitions, shouting his name and holding up a big banner that said, ‘WE HEART THE RIPPER!’”
I couldn’t quite believe how brave I was being with my messages. But it was such a fucking rush.
“HAHA!! What bodybuilder wouldn’t want THAT?” AJ messaged.
And then he sent me a message that simultaneously made me laugh out loud and caused my heart to start racing.
“Imagine if he took off his posing trunks and threw them into the audience!”
WHAT THE FUCK?! I sent a single shocked face emoji. My head was spinning. My chest was pounding. And I couldn’t help wondering, just for a split second, if there was any tiny possibility that AJ Jones was actually fucking flirting with me? And then it hit me. What if AJ knew I fancied him? Oh God. Maybe I’d given myself away the first time we’d gone to Scorpio’s and he’d seen the expression on my face when he’d taken his hoodie off? Maybe he’d known even before that? Maybe it had been obvious to him right from the start? Right from that very first encounter at Tesco? And maybe he’d gotten a kick out of it? Maybe he’d loved the attention? So he’d pursued me. He’d tracked me down on Facebook and added me as a friend. And then he’d messaged me. Maybe that was the real ego trip for AJ. Not being a bodybuilder impressing and shocking a regular sized guy with all things bodybuilding related, but being a bodybuilder around a gay guy he clearly made go weak at the knees? God, maybe AJ even knew I had a thing for huge, shredded bodybuilders?
And then I wondered, if any of those scenarios were actually true, would it really be that bad? I was friends with a fucking bodybuilder! He was taking me to hardcore bodybuilding gyms with pictures of shredded freaks on the walls, inviting me to his house to watch Netflix in his bedroom (which also had pictures of shredded freaks on the walls!), sending me pictures of him flexing in his obscenely hot posing trunks and making fucking jokes about taking them off and throwing them at me from the stage. What muscle addict wouldn’t absolutely fucking love to be in that position? Maybe I could play along with the whole thing and really have some fun with it? Get him to flex for me (oh God), let me squeeze his flexed muscles, even (OH FUCK)!
“OMG! I just caught The Ripper’s posers! His actual posers!” I messaged AJ. “HAHA!! You better not sell them on EBay!”
I typed a message without thinking. “I love this”. And then I erased it. It was too much. Way too fucking much.
“Bugger! Need to dash, mate. Tesco shift!”
I said goodbye to AJ, put my phone aside and rolled over on my bed. I really did love what was happening with AJ and I. Whatever it was. I really fucking loved it. I wanted him there with me so much in that moment. Lying next to me on my bed, his face inches away from mine and one of his huge arms wrapped around me.
And then my mind started spiralling and I was imagining a scenario where AJ had asked me to take some pictures of him flexing in his back garden in his posers. I imagined him cranking up the ‘tude and really going for it with his poses. Slamming down hard, making loads of noises. Fuck! I squeezed my throbbing hard on through my jeans when my phone pinged. It was a text from Eddie.
“Hey, handsome. We still on for tomorrow?”
I looked at my screen. For some reason, I just didn’t want to message him back. I wasn’t one for playing games with guys, but I kind of liked the idea of just letting him stew for a while. Maybe it was a power thing. Because with AJ, I had none. It felt like the power was all very much with him. While with Eddie, he was the one who liked me. He was the one who’d start worrying if I didn’t send a reply. I felt like I needed to hold on that tiny bit of power. Just for a moment.
It didn’t last. It wasn’t long before I texted Eddie back, whilst feeling like a massive dick for purposely keeping him waiting. We’d arranged to go for a Chinese the following evening. I got the feeling he wanted to do something other than just go out and get pissed. Maybe it was a test to see whether I was actually interested in him, or whether I just wanted someone close to Little Denton to go out on the gay scene with until I went back to uni?
Which, admittedly, was kind of my intention at first. But I really did think Eddie was a great guy. I could very much see myself being friends with him. And you can never have too many friends. Maybe it was time to tell Eddie the truth. That, as lovely as he was, I wouldn’t be able to reciprocate his affections because I was fast becoming completely besotted with the local junior competitive bodybuilder who was sending me cute, funny, amazing messages with pictures of him sticking out his tongue and flexing in his shiny, lime green posing trunks.
“Wow! Noah, your arms look bigger!”
I was sitting opposite Eddie at a Chinese restaurant in town and I’d just taken my jacket off. I couldn’t suppress a smug grin at his compliment.
“The gym’s going well, then?” he asked.
“Yeah! I’m really getting into it.” I hadn’t told Eddie about my trips to Scorpio’s with AJ. The idea of doing so made me oddly nervous. I guess I was worried if I started talking about AJ I’d give away my feelings for him.
“Although my mum keeps moaning that I keep using all the milk for my protein shakes!” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Protein shakes? You’re turning into a right little muscle boy!” he said, which made me grin even more.
Shortly afterwards I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and I was instantly filled with excitement. What if AJ had sent me a message? Or even another outrageously hot picture of himself posing in his trunks in the middle of his garden? I didn’t want to be one of those people who sat in restaurants or bars playing with their phone instead of talking to the person right in front of them. But still, as Eddie told me about the latest play he was putting together with his acting group, I couldn’t stop wondering what was waiting for me on my phone, and if it was a message from AJ.
When Eddie retreated to the toilet I eagerly took my phone out of my pocket. I felt deflated when I saw that the vibrating was just caused by a text message from Naomi, which I momentarily felt guilty about, before realising that Naomi would completely understand.
I hadn’t told her that I’d been going to the gym with AJ, either. Or that ‘d been messaging him on Facebook. I kind of liked that no one knew about us. It made whatever we were seem just that little bit more special.
When Eddie came back I was still texting. “Sorry! Best friend. She’s coming back next weekend.”
“Awww! That’s cool.”
My phone pinged again. “Oh, she says I should invite you out next Saturday!”
Eddie grinned and raised one eyebrow. “Oh, that’s nice of her. Tell your friend, thanks.”
I smiled and playfully rolled my eyes. “Wanna come out with us?”
“Sounds fun!” I knew Naomi would like Eddie, and vice versa. Pretty much everyone gets on with Naomi. I found it kind of weird how most of my friends were really outgoing. Maybe that was exactly why I got on with them. Because they were the opposite of me. I wasn’t convinced that two introverted people really worked that well together.
“Ooooh! I can probe her! Find out some gossip!”
Eddie’s comment reminded me that he really did like me. I felt a stab of guilt that I didn’t entirely feel the same, but also couldn’t help feeling flattered that someone felt that way about me. It was a nice feeling.
The thing about going out with Eddie was that it was always so comfortable, easy and fun and we always ended up having such a great night out. And he was so charming and nice that I started to wonder whether I did actually like him, or at least could grow to like him. And even though I wasn’t exactly feeling butterflies, even though I’d spent the past three weeks thinking about another guy, there was something there between us. I couldn’t deny it.
Which is why, whenever he made a move to kiss me on our nights out, I always reciprocated.
“You know I like you, don’t you?” Eddie said to me a few hours later while we were sitting down in the pub we went to on our first date. His fingers intertwined with mine and my knee was pressed against his. It felt nice. And for the first time in weeks, I actually wasn’t thinking about AJ Jones.
I guess it may have been my cue to tell him I liked him too, but I didn’t. To be honest, I’d never exactly been that forthcoming with guys. Even the ones I really liked. It wasn’t intentional. I guess I just wasn’t very good at talking about that type of thing openly. But also, a lot of the time, I wasn’t really sure exactly how I felt. Guys seemed to fall for me hard, and very quickly. And I very rarely felt the same.
“But you know I’m only here for the summer?” I said. “I’ll be going back to uni in September.”
“I know!” he said, gazing at me. “I’ll worry about that then.”
And then we kissed again. Only, for the first time, it was actually me who initiated it. Which obviously pleased Eddie, because he couldn’t stop smiling afterwards.
Surprisingly, I didn’t hesitate when he asked if I wanted to go back to his. My only concern was the tirade of questions I’d receive from my mum the next day.
Eddie lived in a studio flat. It wasn’t the nicest of places, but it had a certain character. And would have cost at least twice as much to rent in London. Most twenty-something Londoners would have killed to have been able to afford a place like Eddie’s. Probably a fair few thirty-something’s too.
I couldn’t help grinning as I looked at his DVD collection.
“It’s pretty geeky isn’t it?” he said.
“A little!” I said, playfully.
“I make no apologies and give zero fucks!” he said.
I chuckled. Along with pretty much every superhero film ever made and a vast number of box sets of sci-fi series, he had a surprisingly large number of Disney films, which, for some reason, I found utterly adorable.
“OK, you get big points for the Buffy box set. What’s with all the Disney films, though?”
“Oh!” he said, a little coyly. “It’s erm … a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine. I dunno. I just love them!”
I grinned. “Awww! That’s actually really cute.”
“Hmmm. A bit like you then!” he said, wrapping his arms around me from the back.
We ended up on Eddie’s bed soon after. We started off just kissing with our arms wrapped around each other. Then we undid each other belts and our jeans came off not long after and we started fooling around with each other. Neither of us took our t-shirts off for the entire time.
It was a little awkward and fumbly. It wasn’t necessarily bad, but it felt a bit mechanical. Like I was just going along with it for the sake of it. I didn’t cum, either. Eddie did. We giddily laughed as soon as he had and he jumped off the bed to clean himself up. When he came back, we started talking about which Disney films we liked and the moment sort of went. I had no desire to try and get it back either.
Touching Eddie, lying in his arms afterwards with my head on his shoulder was kind of nice, even just to share an intimate moment with him. Nothing was really going on with my insides though. No fluttering. No fuzzy feelings. And definitely still no butterflies. His flat also had this weird kind of smell to it too that I couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t like AJ’s bedroom. I loved the smell of AJ’s bedroom.
I woke up in the middle of the night with a sore head and an overwhelming urge to be back in my own bed. I fumbled for my phone in the pocket of my jeans lying on Eddie’s floor to check the time and saw the very thing that made my whole body want to burst with adrenaline. AJ Jones had sent me a Facebook message.
I excitedly unlocked my phone, Eddie asleep next to me. AJ hadn’t just sent me one message. He’d sent a series of messages in the past hour. Fuck!
“Guess what I’m doing? Watching Dom and Cole...STONED!”
“It’s ducking MAD!”
“Noah. You up?”
“You’re missing it.”
And lastly, a single crying face emoji, sent just ten minutes before.
Something twisted in my stomach when I saw that crying face emoji. I had the sudden, overwhelming urge to wrap my arms around AJ and make him feel better. Which was absolutely absurd. Because it was a fucking emoji.
I could have easily just ignored AJ’s messages. Put my phone back into the jeans of my pocket and gone back to sleep. But I couldn’t resist. I suddenly wanted nothing more in that moment than to talk to AJ. My gorgeous, cute, little AJ.
Careful not to wake Eddie, I took my phone and sneaked off to his bathroom.
“I’m up!’ I texted.
“YAY!! Cookie! The Cookster! Ickle Noah Cook!”
Sitting on Eddie, toilet, gazing at my phone, my heart just wanted to burst. It was the happiest I’d felt all night.
“Hehe! You’re wasted!!”
And then he sent three of the AJ emoji’s. I suddenly had the urge to tell him exactly what I’d named that emoji in my head. If there was ever a time to say it, it was probably then.
“This is so fucking TRIPPY!!” AJ messaged.
“I’m watching the one where they go into Dom’s dream and they’re being chased by the massive doughnuts.”
“I LOVE that episode!” I replied.
He sent me the smiling and blushing face emoji.
“They should bring it back. Do a revival series!” I typed.
“OH MY GOD! YES!!” AJ replied.
An idea suddenly came to me in that moment. Just popped into my head. I decided to run with it.
“Or a spin off!” I typed. And then I quickly followed it up. “How about...AJ and Noah in the Land of Beef?”
“OMG!! HAHA!! I LOVE IT!”
My heart expanded. I loved it when AJ reacted in such a way to something I’d said, or messaged.
“What would the Land of Beef be like then?” AJ messaged.
“Full of shredded muscle freaks!” I typed, my cock growing hard at the mention of the thing that turned me on more than anything else in the world.
“HELL YEAH!!” AJ replied.
“Except maybe my character.” Then I sent the blushing face with eyes wide open emoji.
“Hmmm. Maybe not at first. What if you started out as a regular sized person then slowly transformed into a monster throughout the series?” AJ ..