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Saturdays the readers get a chance to write something, use the picture as inspiration or perhaps suggest something for others to write. Choice of three this time.
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I was having lunch with my friend Julian, he’d invited me to his apartment and had cooked us both a light lunch.
He told me to have a break from work and go on holiday, I told him I was behind on my schedule and had a shit load of work to do. He laughed at me, as he rubbed his stubble with a twinkle in his eye. “Let’s say if I could fill in for you, would you go then?”
“I guess so, but there’s no way you can fill in for me they’re very security conscious in the office they won’t let anyone in you know,” I sighed.
He just smiled sympathetically and bit his lip. “How long have we known each other?” He asked.
“About six years I guess,” I answered.
He grinned and rested his hands on my shoulders, he was a lot bigger than me. “Trust me,” he said. With a deep breath he locked his lips on mine, and my eyes popped! I knew he was gay but he’d never come onto me like this before. I started to struggle, but he held on me tightly; I gradually calmed down and started to share each others breath through our sealed lips. His lungs must have been huge as every time he exhaled filling my lungs it felt like they where going to burst.
I started to get light headed as the oxygen became thinner, and I passed into darkness. I’m not sure how long I was out, but when I woke I felt a weight on my chest; I looked down and gasped—it was my own body!
“Oh hey little bro’” Jake, my older brother joked. I hated it when he called me that, he wasn’t that much older than me!
“Hey,” I replied with a sigh. “How long are you back this time?”
“Three weeks then I have to go back, they can’t run the army without me. Oh and thanks for letting me use your spare room, I don’t think I could face the family again,” he chuckled.
I bit my lip. “So can I you know,” I hesitated nervously not looking into my brothers eyes, but studying his tight torso as he laid on the bed relaxing.
He grinned at me. “So you can…” he trailed off.
I had been going the gym for years but all it seemed to do for me was keep me slim. I could never build muscle and I always looked like the shy skinny kid at the back of the room.
Some people were cut from a different kind of cloth and it was obvious that some of the guys in the gym were not cut from the same cloth as myself. There were people who must of literally lived there, muscles bulging from everywhere. Veins popping out all over the place. The buffesst of the buff. I admired them all wishing I could be like them.
I often looked at them but this time one of them caught me looking as he was working out on one of the muscle presses.