Date: Sun, 18 Oct 2009 12:13:58 -0700
From: Sean Scott <sean@buffmuscles.com>
Subject: CHAD-- Chapter 2

The morning rush had ended about a half hour earlier, and I was taking it
easy, cleaning up and stocking the shelves to that things would be within
easy reach.  My sister was a savvy businessperson, and she had this coffee
hut running like a well-oiled machine before I ever came onto the scene.

I could look forward to bringing in almost a thousand dollars a week with
this place, and it was really a cool gig.  The people were nice and the job
was easy.  Radio on in the background, computer and Internet (with my
bookmarked muscle sites) on my left.  For a guy just out of college, without
too many earth-shattering aspirations, this was going to be good.

As I bent down to move some stock under a shelf, I heard the rumble of a car
as it pulled up to my window.  I stood up and turned to the window, and my
throat contracted to the point where I couldn't speak.

It was Chad.

I had only met him two days earlier, on Saturday, and although I had planned
on going back to the car lot this afternoon, here he was-- beating me to the
punch.  For the life of me, I couldn't believe that he actually followed
through on his mention of coming over here.  I was scared shitless.  And
totally surprised.

"Hey dude," he grinned as he put his Acura TSX into park, "you got any
coffee in there?"

Oh fuck.  He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts.  My vantage point was above
his car, looking down inside.  He put his hands on the steering wheel, and
his upper arms just freaked me out.  Unbelievable size and vascularity.  And
those forearms!  They were as thick and muscular as any guy could want for
his upper arms!

"Whoa, hey!" I smiled.  Instantly my boner was at the ready.  "I thought you
said you don't ever get over to this side of town."

"Don't," he said.  "But I also said I wanted to check out your place here."
He leaned his head out the window and looked at the exterior, the eaves, the
signs.  "Pretty nice!"  He looked inside my window, trying to see what was
inside.  "Never been inside one of those.  Looks comfortable.  Is it
crowded?"

"Naw," I smiled.  His disarming way made me feel good, in spite of being
frozen in my lust for his huge, gorgeous body.  "It's actually nice.  You
want to come in and see it?"  I caught myself wondering where I got the
nerve to ask him that, but before I could answer myself, he answered.

"Sure, cool, dude," he smiled.  He put his car into gear and said, "Let me
park this thing."  With that, he pulled forward and took a spot.  My heart
was racing as he walked toward me.

I opened the door and he stepped up inside, closing it behind him.  "Nice,"
he smiled, looking around.  The already small quarters of the hut were now
pretty cozy-- nicely so.  I was forced to stand pretty close to the muscle
giant.  I pointed out some of the things inside, and showed him how the
espresso maker works.  He noticed the computer and said, "Cool-- you get the
`net on that thing?"

"Yeah. We spare no expense at making our employees comfortable here."

He laughed.  "You're the only employee aren't you?"

"Yeah," I smiled.  "So, what can I make you?"

He leaned back against a counter.  "Well, I'm on my way to work out.  How
about a large, 4-shot nonfat latte," he said.

"Coming right up," I smiled.  Once again, our eyes met and seemed to lock.
Gawwwwd he was just too much to handle.

I refused to take payment from him and he protested.

"No," I insisted.  "It's our Monday special.  Free lattes to all guys over
250 pounds with less than 10 per cent body fat."

Chad grinned.  "Shit, dude. You're good!  You have me pegged almost
exactly!"

I took the opportunity to look his huge body up and down-- the perfect
moment, considering the conversation.  "Just a lucky guess," I shrugged.

"You must be into bodybuilding," Chad said as he took a sip of his latte.

I hemmed a little.  "Yeah, I guess so," I said.  Chad wrapped his lips over
the plastic lid of the cup again and attempted another sip-- it was pretty
hot.  "You must compete," I ventured.  Fuck, I was nervous.

Chad's eyes twinkled and he put the cup down on the counter.  "Needs to
cool," he said, watching the cup as he sat it down.  He looked back up at me
and said, "I've done a little."

"I bet," I said.

"Well, you wouldn't want to bet against me," he smiled.  It didn't come
across as bragging-- just confidence.

"No.  Don't worry, I wouldn't."

Chad picked up his latte again.  "Well, dude, thanks for the free drink.  Is
this special you run good on all Mondays?"

"Well, if you want to make the trip over here on Mondays, I think I can hook
you up," I said.

Then, he took his hand and mussed up my hair.  "You're awesome, man.
Thanks.  Thanks a lot."

He turned and returned to his car, and I was left standing there, pondering
what had just happened.  I had never had so much acceptance from a jock guy
like this.  My head was spinning.  As soon as he drove off, I closed the
shutters and jacked off inside the hut over Chad.  I did it again about a
half hour later, and then again when I got home that night.

Tuesday was a long day. When it rains, business really picks up, and it
poured on Tuesday. People want hot coffee when it's cold and damp. It seemed
the line of cars never went down, and by the time 2:30 rolled around and I
was closing up, I was exhausted.

Just as I was lowering the awning to lock it down, a Toyota Tacoma pulled
up. It was silver, with lots of chrome and nice, wide wheels.-- the kind of
rig that can actually give you a boner.

But it was the driver who gave the boner this time. Who else, but Chad! I
grinned on the outside, but on the inside I was really nervous.

"Hey man, you got any more caffeine in there that you can spare?" Chad said
as he rolled down his window. He was wearing a red tank top, and I thought I
would die. Now that all of his arms and shoulders were exposed, I was amazed
at the size, and the definition. The cut between the triceps and his delts
was deep and so powerful-looking!

"Well, I think I might be able to find some in here," I laughed. "You on the
way to work out again?"

"Naw, takin' today off. Just cruisin' around, lookin' to see what kind of
trouble I can stir up! Don't have to be to work till tomorrow, so I'm just
out havin' a good time," he grinned.

"Cool!"

He looked at the little shack and said, "I see you close up right on time,
huh?"

"Oh, yeah," I said. "Afternoons are usually pretty slow."

"Yeah, that's why I came by now. I saw the sign says you close at 2:30. You
got plans this afternoon?"

My heart skipped a beat. I couldn't believe this guy would drive all the way
over here and ask me to hang with him! I mean, he was such a muscle hunk,
and I was such a-- well, kind of a geek. "No, no plans at all," I said.

"Cool. Why don't you lock that thing up and hop in-- I'm starving-- you want
to grab something to eat?"

"Sure. Uh-- no coffee though?" I said, motioning back to the coffee
machines.

"Naw-- I was just trying to make conversation. I need meat," he said.

I closed up the place, grabbed the day's till and hopped in his rig. "I can
leave my car here, if you can drop me back off here later," I said, buckling
my seatbelt. When I latched it, I got an eyeful of Chad's gigantic arms
again, and his massive chest-- everything ripped to shreds. But his legs--
now visible, since I was up in the truck with him-- they were huge masses of
rippling mounds of muscle! He was wearing cargo shorts, and even though they
partially hid his quads, what I could see was unreal-- and his calves, OMG!

"Sure, no problem," Mike said.

"I also need to stop by the bank and deposit this. Is that okay?"

"Yeah-- which bank?"

"Second National," I said. "It's just a few blocks."

I had to go inside the bank to make the deposit. When you have a business
deposit with a lot of cash, they make you go to the merchant's window
because the teller has to count all of the cash and it takes a few minutes.
Chad joined me and as we walked into the bank lobby, his physique kind of
made it an "E. F. Hutton" minute-- you know, those old TV commercials where
everyone stops and is silent: "When E. F. Hutton talks, people listen."
Well, this was just like that. Everyone's head turned and gawked at Chad's
muscles. In his tank top and shorts, he was really "out there" as far as
showing off; yet he seemed to take it in stride, without even acknowledging
that it was happening.

I went up to the window and gave my cash bag to the teller while Chad waited
by an outer counter.

The teller started counting out the cash for the deposit. "Mmm, mmm, mmm,"
she said, looking up at Chad. "Your friend there looks like he could lift
our vault and just walk out of the bank with it."

I smiled. "Yeah, you might be right."

She smiled back and continued counting, taking every opportunity she could
to cop another look at the huge specimen.

Back in the truck, I told Chad what she had said, and he laughed.

"You probably get that a lot, huh?" I said.

"Yeah, all the time."

We drove through town and found a restaurant that served bar-be-que. Chad
wolfed down about half a steer.

As the afternoon progressed, we found ourselves back at Chad's house. It was
modest, but he kept the yard nice-- and inside he kept a good, clean house.

"And this is my trophy room," he said, opening a bedroom door. It was half
den, half display room. On one whole wall, a bookcase held dozens of
trophies, ribbons, medals and pictures of Chad at both bodybuilding contests
and powerlifting contests.

"Hoooooooly shit," I sighed. The display covered a few years, and the
trophies were really impressive.

"I actually have more powerlifting trophies than bodybuilding ones," Chad
said. "But I like bodybuilding the best." He smiled and then lifted one arm
in a biceps flex. It grew and the heads on it split in two. He looked at it
and the at me and smiled. "Nothing like blowin' dudes away with stuff like
this!"

I swallowed hard. "GodddddAlmighty," I said. My hand trembled. It twitched,
wanting to move, but my brain repeatedly ordered it to stand down. "Fuck," I
said. "I've never seen a guy so huge-- so ripped-- in person. Ever! Shit,
you're bigger than most of the guys I've seen in magazines!"

Chad kept flexing it. "You wanna cop a feel?"

I looked at his eyes, scared. "Are you sure? Really?"

"Yeah, man. It's harder than rock," he said confidently.

Finally, my twitching hand was released to do what it was created for-- it
slowly moved upward and as the fingertips spread out over the massive
bowling ball of muscle they continued to twitch nervously.

"Shit, dude," Chad smiled. "There's nothing to be afraid of. I love this.
This is why I work out."

I moved my hand over the ball. He was right. It was as hard as a rock. I
could feel the little veins under my hand as my palm moved over them.

Chad flexed it even harder and moved his forearm upward. It shook with
power. His teeth gritted. He grunted, and without thinking I brought my
other hand up to feel. I couldn't wrap both hands around it. It was huge!

And so extremely hard!

Chad started rotating his forearm while he flexed, and the biceps danced
under my hands. My right hand moved underneath and felt the triceps muscle.

Chad immediately responded by changing positions, lowering his arm and
turning. His straightened arm now bulged under my touch so that his triceps
muscle just shot out. You could see, and feel, the multiple striations next
to the horseshoe, and my fingers nervously flowed all over the muscles.

Then, with my hands still on his arm, Chad moved into a side chest pose. His
enormous pecs jutted out, beneath his tank top. He looked down at his chest
and then up at me, inviting me to move my hands there.

I hesitated.

"But you never felt anything like this," he smiled, nodding back down at the
horizontal plate that made up the top of his chest.

As if drawn there, my right hand moved onto the fabric of his tank top; my
left stayed to tend to the triceps and biceps that flexed as his hands
gripped each other.

I felt lightheaded.

Again, with trembling fingers I felt the massive, ripped muscle of this
guy.

And he just kept on flexing and smiling. "Shit, man; you want me to take
this thing off? You really can't feel it through the shirt," he said.

I didn't respond. I was so enthralled-- and scared.

"I'll take that as a `yes,'" he smiled as he relaxed from his pose. He
stepped back and my hands fell off his body. But their remorse only lasted a
few seconds, because as soon as he pulled the tank up over his body, they
found themselves again on his muscles, feeling as he flexed.

This must have lasted for about five minutes-- Chad flexing in a new pose
and my hands following his lead. All the while, he alternated between
confident smiles and intense concentration on making his muscles as big and
hard as he could for me.

Then, it happened. Chad was posing in a most-muscular, and my hands were
working their way down his shoulders and arms, onto his pecs. While his
hands were low, he turned the palm of one hand and very lightly opened it
and felt the raging hard-on in my pants. He smiled. "You must see something
you like, huh?"

I was petrified. I took my hands off him and just stood there. But then the
sensuality quickly overwhelmed me, and as Chad undid my belt and opened my
jeans, I watched intently. My cock rose out of my briefs, saluting the
muscleman.

"Whoa-- thanks, dude," he smiled as his hand slipped inside my shorts, down
to the base of my dick. "This is the best compliment you could give me."

His touch was light, and he slide his open fingers up and down in slow,
smooth strokes. Precum dribbled onto his wrist and his fingertips tickled
under my scrotum.

I moaned.

Chad took one of my hands and placed it on his pec. He slowly flexed it
under my palm and smiled while he gave me another long, slow stroke.

I moaned again.

Chad whispered. "Yeah, man. This is why I work out. Dude, cum for my
muscles."

"Mmmmmmghhhh," I whimpered.

His pec was too big for my hand-- and too hard. It was like moving rock or
something-- something you can't describe; you have to experience it. The
rolling muscle hardened, and yet it moved too. Really kind of weird, and yet
it was the most sensual, exciting thing I had ever experienced.

Chad's hand stroked me again, long and slow. He closed his fingers around my
throbbing boner and pushed-- lightly.

I closed my eyes.

Chad opened his fingers and ran them up and down again, then closed them
once again and pushed-- lightly again.

I moaned. My whole body tightened. I raised up onto my tiptoes. I groaned. I
flexed my cock in his hand and he held it very, very still. Through my
squinting eyes, I could tell he could tell I was about ready to go. He
flexed his pec again.

Then, his face moved close to mine. Inches away. I could feel him breathing.
I could smell his muscle body.

He smiled slightly, and then his lips moved to mine. As his warm tongue
slowly explored my mouth, my cock tightened even more. I moaned into his
mouth. His pec hardened. His hand squeezed.

I shot.

Hard.

His forearm became a landing strip for my cum. His biceps a backboard for
the balls of jism that spewed up onto it and dribbled down.

He kissed tenderly; flexed his pec lightly again; slowly pumped me.

I jerked. My whole body jerked. Never shot this hard in my life. It was my
ultimate fantasy come true.

Chad withdrew his tongue and nuzzled his face into my neck. He whispered.
"Yeah, dude. Cum for me. Cum for my muscles. Just let it out for me. You
know you love this. All this muscle. Yeahhhh."

I was lost in agony-- in the pure agony of knowing that this-- right now--
was probably the highlight of my entire life. Everything after would pale.
This was the climax.

And what a climax it was. It was long and hard, and when it was over, Chad's
biceps was splattered with my cum, his forearm was drenched with it.

He released my cock and withdrew his hand. He smiled at me, and I back at
him.

I was panting. Hard.

Chad put his hands on my shoulders to steady me, and off his right arm
dripped my cum onto his carpet. But he didn't seem to care. He looked deep
into my eyes and asked, "You alright?"

I couldn't answer. I breathed hard and just nodded, trying to eek out a
slight smile.

Chad smiled bigger. He kissed me lightly, on the lips, and the touched his
forehead to mine as he talked. "God, that turns me on, making you do that,"
he smiled.

I sighed.

Chad stepped back and looked at his wet arm. "I think I'm going to leave
this stuff here, if you don't mind." He looked up at me and said, "Now, you
think you can return the favor?" With that, he unzipped his shorts and
reached inside. He pushed them downward and slowly pulled out a boa
constrictor of a cock. He looked up at me and grinned.


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