Muscle studs Jeremy and Marco are incredibly happy together thanks to Santa’s gift the year before, and with their stunning physiques they have money and fans and everything they could need. Now, if only their families weren’t coming for Christmas…
At midnight Harrison woke up. He couldn’t sleep any more, so he walked over to the kitchen to get a coffee. He quickly turned around when he heard someone behind him. “It’s you. Ugh… Don’t scare me like that.”
“Scusi signore,” Cordelio said. “Oh, are you making coffee?”
“Would you be so nice and make one for me too?” Jeremy’s dad sighed and got another cup. He then went to the fridge to get some milk for his coffee. He saw a bottle with some creamy white content labelled “Santa Milk”. He assumed that Jeremy got this as some sort of festive joke because the label said Santa, but, since it was the only bottle in there, he had no other option than taking it; so he grabbed it, closed the fridge, went back to the living room and sat down on the couch, Marco’s father joining right next to him. Harrison was a little unsettled by that but he couldn’t get himself to care about it either. He opened the bottle and poured the milk in his coffee until the cup was completely filled. He took a few sips before he put his cup back down.
Marco’s dad left his coffee on the table for the moment. “So uhm… can’t sleep anymore I see, signore.”
“If… if you don’t care when I am asking—”
“I do.” Harrison moved his cup to his lips and took some more sips of his coffee. He sighed. “What do you want to know… what was your name again?”
“All right, Cordelio. I usually don’t do this so don’t expect some sort of meaningful conversation.”
“Okay uhm… I know it’s not my… ehm… interest?”
“Whatever you mean by that I already agree with you.”
“You and your son. You don’t talk a lot, no?” Jeremy’s father finished his cup and put it back on the table with an audible clack indicating that he was in no mood to talk at all.
“Why would you think that? Because my wife was being mad at me? Listen, all I ever wanted for my little Jeremy was that he grows up to be better than me.”
Harrison appeared to be a little overwhelmed, and for the first time his face had a different expression—he looked devastated. “He doesn’t know but I used to be a personal trainer just like he is now. I was young, I was energetic and optimistic. I wanted to share that energy. But I’ve never gotten a good job. I wanted to be like those other men, those bodybuilders, in the gym. Dedicated, keeping my eyes on my goal, but I’ve never made it. And when I got a son I hoped—wished!—that he’ll have a better life than me. But instead he became a trainer like I did. I couldn’t bear the thought of him ending up like me so I just… well… stopped talking to him.”
Cordelio had to process this. It took him a few seconds since he didn’t understand English as well as his son. “But… isn’t your son happy now? He is… uhm… successful? No? He was on TV.”
“What ‘but’? Signore, I was worried for my son too when he was younger. I did not understand why he wanted to be so muscular like those other men in our town in Italia. But when I saw how happy he was I knew I should not take it from him, hm? So I allowed him to leave Italia and move to other country to follow his dream. Look where he is now. If I did not allow him to be a culturista—”
“What did you call them? Bodybuilder?” Harrison nodded to reassure Cordelio he was correct. “If I did not allow him to be a bodybuilder he would not have met your son. He is so kind.”
Hearing this Harrison couldn’t withhold a smile. “He is… I remember how he helped out his mom when I didn’t. I didn’t give her an easy time.”
“I am sure she will forgive you, signore.”
“Heh… you are too nice, Cordelio.” Now both men laughed. It had been too long Harrison thought. At first he’d regretted agreeing to come here but if he had never had this conversation with this man next to him he might have been emotionless until the rest of his life. “Thank you for this.”
“Prego, signore! Prego!” Cordelio took his cup of his now cold coffee and was ready to drink it when Harrison leaned forward to grab that bottle of milk.
While he leaned forward, Cordelio couldn’t help but stare at Harrison’s crotch. Was it just him or did it seem… fuller? When he first looked at him he didn’t notice anything unusual. Sure he had a little protruding gut but that’s normal for a man his age.
“Here, try this milk. It’s surprisingly creamy. It tastes really good!” Harrison poured some into Cordelio’s coffee. “There you go.”
“Please, just call me Harrison. Did anyone tell you that you look quite handsome for your age?”
“No, Harrison. You are the first. Grazie.”
“How old are you? I don’t think you are older than me. I am 62.”
“59, signore. Sorry! I did not mean to say that. I was… distracted.”
“Ha! That’s okay, don’t worry. So you are younger. I would have been surprised if you were older than me. You look too good to be older than me.”
While Cordelio finished drinking his entire coffee he kept averting his eyes to Harrison’s lower part. He never saw such a full and bulging crotch before. However, it looked bigger than it did one minute ago. Was it… growing? Speaking of growing, Cordelio was fairly sure that Harrison’s neck wasn’t that thick before either. His pants also looked a lot more tighter around his legs. Maybe it was because he woke up in the middle of the night and was still not fully awake but it did seem that Harrison’s muscles were growing. Cordelio observed Harrison’s upper body for any changes. Since his sweater was so thick he couldn’t see if his pecs and arms were growing as well. Why was he wondering about that now? Why was he even caring that that gorgeous, handsome, man next to him was getting more muscular? “Eh… uhm… Harrison?”
“Please do not get mad but could you… flex your arms for me? Please.”
Harrison was dumbfounded. Another man wanting him to flex his arms for him… what an awkward request. Secretly he was happy that Cordelio asked him, though. He couldn’t explain, but for whatever reason he wanted to strip down his clothes and show off his body to Cordelio. It made his heart and blood pumping faster when this desire aroused within him. Without hesitation he put his arms right up. “Well? Satisfied?”
Cordelio took a close look. Harrison’s biceps did appear to have a visible peak when he made that pose. He wanted to be 100% sure though. “Could you roll your… ehh… sleeves, Harrison? I… want to see your arms. I… must…”
“Of course?” Harrison rolled up the right sleeve of his sweater his jaw, dropping as he laid his eyes upon his arm. Was ‘that’ really his? It was so defined and muscular, even though his last workout had been nearly 30 years ago. He flexed his arms a few times, felt his bicep, as the muscle pushed up the skin, with his other hand. “Do… do you see that, Cordelio??” The other man just moved his head up and down. Harrison rolled up his other sleeve. His right arm was slightly bigger than his left. He was marvelling at his growing arms, those thick cords of muscles woven into each other, twisting with every pulse of growth. He took off his sweater showing off his upper body. His pecs were already huge and swollen, his nipples, sensitive and yearning to be teased, pointing downwards due to their roundness.
Cordelio was quite turned on by this spectacle. He reached out with his left hand and played with one of Harrison’s nipples, pinching and pulling it making Harrison moan with pleasure. “Th-this feels incredible. God, I wish you could experience this too…” Harrison dropped on his wide wall of a back spreading his legs that forced his pants to rip open at their seams because of their increasing thickness. Cordelio started rubbing those meaty thighs and bulging calves. Worshipping the muscles of another man… he could find some enjoyment in that he thought. “Hnngh haa god…” That gut Harrison got from eating and mostly sitting around was getting flatter, the fat melting away until his abs were on display. They started flexing and twitching without his doing becoming more defined and bulgier by the second, creating a beautiful set of four pairs of abs. Harrison had one hand behind his head and used the other one to feel his pecs, squeezing those big slabs of muscle hard, then moving lower to his abdominal area, he “outlined” each pair with his index finger. “One… two… three… four… five… six… hmhm… seven… eight… nine and… heh… ten…” He counted 5 pairs of perfectly shaped abs that were carved into his stomach. It had been 30 years since he last had a decent six pack but now he even has a way more defined and more pronounced 10 pack, every single ab felt so… tight and round, Harrison couldn’t stop moving his hand up and down—it was an addictive sensation! “Well? How do you like me, Cordelio? Do you like worshipping me? Your pants speak for themselves already. Look at that bulge. I’ve never thought that I’d see a man packing so much meat down there!”
Cordelio was perplexed by what he just said. What did he mean by “so much meat”? He did not pack any meat in his pants. As he looked at his own crotch he realized what Harrison meant with those words. He stopped rubbing Harrison’s legs for a moment and grabbed his dick. It was so… big. That couldn’t be his dick, impossible. Yet that tent his pants made spoke an entirely different story. Harrison smirked, getting up from his laying position slipping his right hand in Cordelio’s pants and fishing out that monster that was begging to be freed from its prison. “Mio dio…”
“Yeah, mio dio. That is a thick cock you got there, Cordelio.” Harrison started giving him a hand job, his hand moving up and down with a firm grip and steady motion. “You’ve been so kind to me all night, Cordelio. I think it would only be fair if I paid you back, what do you say?” His entire body was shaking, the constant up and down movement of Harrison’s hand on his hard and erect penis, the blood rushing to it, and that other “growing” tingling inside of him. Harrison was closing his mouth around the tip of Cordelio’s manhood drawing a low grunt form him.
He couldn’t take it any longer, the increasing heat was too much for him. With both his hands Cordelio ripped off his black sweater with absolute ease revealing a quite strong upper body. Huge swollen pecs, chiseled abs… Cordelio couldn’t believe what he saw when he looked down, or at least tried to since his massive pecs were blocking the way. While he had been so hypnotised by Harrison’s growing body he didn’t notice that his very body was getting more muscular as well. He put his arms in front of him pushing his pecs together so that they created a deep and beefy cleavage. “Ha…ahhhh… Ha-Harrison… Non fermarti… Si sente bene…” Cordelio was panting, sweat running down his colossal body, Harrison’s sucking was putting him on the edge, he was so close to erupting right in his mouth – there was no stopping Harrison’s tongue, he was wildly licking the thick round shaft of Cordelio before he used both his hands to grab the back of Harrison’s head to shove his dick down his throat.
Harrison had no time to adjust to the cock sliding in and out. He wanted to gag but the sensation of those thick veins snaking across Cornelio’s manhood was turning him so on that he suppressed that reflex and let Cordelio do his thing. He felt how his balls were pumping his juice up to the tip of his penis, the closer it got the more intense that tingling feeling got. And when he finally came he let out an inhuman roar. “HNNGHAAAAAAA!” Harrison felt Cordelio’s thick and warm load running down his throat filling him up. He swallowed and swallowed not letting a single drop of his partner’s cum go to waste.
When he eventually stopped Cordelio slowly pulled his dick out of Harrison’s mouth allowing him to enjoy the feeling of the skin of his cock on his tongue. Cordelio pushed Harrison down on his back so that he could sit on top of him, his giant quads locking his upper body between them. “Grazie, Harrison… It was… incredible…”
“Heh… no need to thank me. I am the one who should be thanking you. If it weren’t for you who knows how I would have continued to live my life. You are truly a wonderful man, Cordelio. And now that you are as massive as I am…” Harrison slapped Cordelio’s right thigh. “You are even more gorgeous than you already were.”
“That is so kind of you…” Cordelio went in for a kiss, the tongues of the two men twisting in their mouths. And while they would have loved to resume their lovemaking they were too exhausted, so they both fell asleep on the couch instead.
When Marco woke up in the morning he went to the kitchen to make him some coffee and get breakfast for his boyfriend when he noticed something unusual, something that was most certainly not there yesterday. He went a few steps back to get a better look at the living room. “Ah, mio dio!”
He rushed back to the bedroom and shook Jeremy as if he were some sort of doll. “Jeremy! Jeremy! Open your eyes!”
“Hnghmmmm… What… why are you so loud? Is someone dying?”
“No! No! Your papà! My papà! They…!”
Jeremy rubbed his eyes and got up in a vertical position. “Okay… what’s with them?”
“They… uhh… they… they are big!”
“I know… my dad does have a little gut. Your dad… I don’t know, he seemed normal to me.”
“No, no, no, no, no! Not biiiig, uhmm… I mean muscoloso! Like us!”
Jeremy didn’t get a single word his boyfriend was shouting at him. Was Marco dreaming? “Let me see for myself…” Jeremy got on his feet and walked to the living room. He rubbed his eyes again when he saw two muscular giants on the couch. “D-dad!?”
The two mountains started moving, the upper one fell to the floor as they turned around. “Hm? Are you okay, Cordelio?”
“Sì, sì.” Harrison lent him a hand so that he could pull himself up.
“What on earth happened to you!?”
“We uhmm… I don’t know… I woke up in the middle of the night and got myself a coffee. Your boyfriend’s father joined me, we talked and then one thing led to another.”
“That still doesn’t explain why you’re so huge! Seriously, look at you! You are—”
Harrison flexed his biceps. “Magnificent? I know. Look at Cordelio! He’s just as buff as I am. Don’t you guys think he looks handsome?” he added, an appreciative glint in his eyes.
“Wha—” Before Jeremy could respond he saw a bottle on the table which was half empty. It had a label on it saying “Santa Milk”. “He got a present for him… That’s what he told me…”
“You just talked to yourself, son. Who a got a present for whom?”
“N-nothing! Nothing important. … Did you just call me son?”
“Yeah, that’s because you are, son. Why are you so surprised?”
“Because you haven’t called me like that since I left the house…”
“Oh… well…” Harrison moved closer, clasping Jeremy’s thick shoulder. “You know, people can be blinded by their emotions. Obviously I was no exception to that. It can take a very long time until you understand why someone gets so passionate about something and sometimes you just want to protect them from that passion since you don’t want them to get hurt and be disappointed in case it doesn’t work out. Sometimes a good and long conversation with another person can help you realize your error and then you can start to change and be a better man. I am honestly sorry for what happened and that I ignored you for such a long time. I only wanted you to be happy but in a way that meant security for you. Something that I could never give you. I hope you understand now and will be able to look past this. I don’t ask you for forgiveness but rather that you don’t think about it anymore. I know that it must have been very hard for you to let me into your life again after what happened.”
“I… I know you mean well and all and I really appreciate that you made this apology but… I can’t take it too seriously when you aren’t wearing anything at all.”
“Oh, hahaha! Well, getting an apology from a naked man does feel a little awkward, doesn’t it? It’s okay, I get it. But at least I got it out. And now you know how I feel.”
“I do, and to be clear, I am in fact grateful that you said all that to me. Just… next time put something on first.”
“Haha, will do, son, will do!” Harrison wanted to give his son a hug but Jeremy stepped back instead. “What is it now?”
“Still naked, dad.”