Football Chronivac Part 02

Nick headed to the gym with Alex under his arm. He was loving just how much attention the little guy was giving him. After all semester of him trying to pretend that they didn’t have any sort of connection, it was nice to actually be able to show it. There’d been so many nights where he’d primed himself with his fingers to stimulate himself but actually feeling the real thing was something else. It took near everything he had not to blow right away.

Even now with how much attention Alex was giving him he was finding it hard to concentrate. But he needed to. After getting himself some new clothes with that device, he headed towards the school gym. It was going to be his first stop. He knew Adrian was still working out tonight. Tuesdays and Thursdays he usually went a bit longer than usual as he liked to flirt with Kristi. He’d been trying to get close for a while but she wasn’t really pushing back. That didn’t seem to deter him all that much.

Instead it only seemed to encourage him. He worked out more to get a more toned and fit physique, hoping that might catch her attention at the very least. It never did. His sleeveless shirts and constant posing didn’t seem to draw her attention in the slightest. But that didn’t mean it didn’t catch the attention of Trevor. The skinnier guy would run around the gym and catch as many glimpses as he could while he pretended to workout. 

Nick cocked a grin as he walked into the gym. “Sup,” he gave Adrian a high five as he took a seat on the bench. Alex stayed close by. 

“Sup,” Adrian muttered back. He looked the smaller guy over then Nick again. “You get even bigger?” he questioned. It must have been a trick of his eyes or something because Nick seemed to be taller and wider. His shoulders were stretched far out of his sleeveless shirt and his jeans seemed to be crammed with his thick thighs. 

“Maybe,” Nick toyed with him. “You jealous?”

Adrian blew a bit more air out of his nose than usual. “Just let me have some sometime,” he joked back. “Looks like you got an extra 100 pounds following you too.”

“Hehe,” Nick laughed. “Course I do. Figured my boyfriend would like to work out with me a bit. See just how big I can really get.”

‘Boyfriend?’ Adrian’s mouth hung open for a few seconds. He’d always figured there was something a bit ‘off’ about Nick, just didn’t realize it was that. “Oh, ok,” Adrian dismissed. 

“Maybe you’ll get yourself one too,” Nick joked. “Don’t see you dating anyone else yet.”

“Cause I got my eye on someone,” Adrian growled. The joke was getting a bit too personal. He didn’t like people calling him gay. It was just something other guys who were jealous would say. Though looking at Nick he didn’t understand why he felt like it was necessary to push him on. Nick was the kind of guy who could do whatever he wanted and no one would talk shit to. Adrian kind of wished he could be that big.

“Oh right,” Nick smiled. “I’ll let you go then.” He pulled out his phone and started typing away at something. His attention turned back to his boyfriend as he pushed him more towards the dumbbells.

‘Weirdo…’ Adrian scoffed as he went back to his own routine. Though as he picked up the weights, there seemed to be something different about his body. He couldn’t quite place it but he almost felt like his arms were bigger. The already round biceps seemed to bulge just a bit more. He curled the 60 pound weight. It was lighter. ‘The fuck?’ he questions again.

Adrian lifts his arm up and gives it a flex. Nothing seemed any different but he couldn’t stop staring. The thick arm just seemed to be calling his attention. Everything in his mind was telling himself it was bigger but he knew that couldn’t be right. It had to just be a bit of extra pump or something. There’s no way he could gain a couple of inches in just a work out or two. His arms were normally a bit less than 16 inches cold but now they looked almost 18.

Then his eyes lifted from his arm to the guy standing behind him, staring in awe. “You going to stare all night?” he asks gruffly. Adrian added a bit of baritone to his voice to project it.

“N-nuh-no sir,” he stumbles over his words, then his feet.

“Hey,” he calls out stopping Trevor in his tracks. The smaller guy seems to be shaking at the mere sound of his voice. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Trevor turns around slowly. “I thought…” A heavy breath from Adrian’s mouth seemed to have sent another wave of fear through him as he folds his words into one. “Ithoughtyouwantedmetoleave.”

“Hmph,” Adrian blows a heavy amount of air through his nose again. At any other time the answer would have been for him to get the fuck out of his way, but today he was feeling ‘generous.’ “Don’t act like I don’t see you looking at me. I know you want a body like this.” He tosses up his arms again and gives another pose. Trevor’s mouth opened. Seeing the straps of Adrian’s sleeveless shirt rise enough to catch a glimpse of his bottom abs seemed to have been too much. “Right?” 

Trevor nods his head. His eyes scanned each and every bit of the built man like an art critic at a statue. Each cut as perfect as another. He can't look away and only wants to get closer. To feel each of those perfectly sculpted curves. 

“I want to hear you say it,” Adrian growled a bit louder.

“Right!” Trevor kicked his feet together and answered.

“Good,” Adrian turned around expecting Trevor to follow. He wasn’t sure why he was being so nice all of a sudden. Something was telling him that he should. His hand seemed to have swiped against his cock but he paid it no mind. There were so many times working out got him hard that there wasn’t a reason to think today would be any different. 

He led him over to some of the weights and told Trevor to choose some. “Something you can do twelve reps with,” Adrian scolded. He could see the chill run down Trevor’s skinnier body. He’d tried to grab some 25 pound ones but dropped down to 15’s. “Good. I wanna see you pump out a few reps.”

“But shouldn’t I be lifting heavy to get bigger?”

“You trying to injure yerself?” the comment made him uncomfortable again. ‘Damn it,’ Adrian scolded himself now. He tried to sound a bit more gentle but with the rasp and natural bass in his voice it was hard to do so. “I know you spend a lot more time watching me than actually lifting these. You lift something too heavy and you end up spending more time recoverin than liftin? Got it?” Trevor nodded. “Now I don’t expect yer scrawny ass to be liftin these next week. Just wanna get a base measurement’s all.”

“G-got it,” Trevor still looked a bit skeptical but did his best to pump out several curls. Adrian found his eyes watching over the small muscle as it rose and lowered ever so slightly. Even those 15 pounds looked too much for the weak thing to properly handle. At 5’10”, Trevor couldn’t be considered short by most standards, but he felt like he was looking even further down on him. Comparing his own frame to frame to the runner’s, he felt absolutely massive. 

“Hmph,” Adrian sounded unimpressed with Trevor’s results. In reality he felt his cock throb at the comparison his mind had just made. A glance in the mirror and he looked to be nearly twice as thick as Trevor and standing a good 6 inches over him. 

Trevor looked up at him with worry again. “I’m sorry I’m so weak,” he apologized.

Again Adrian met him with a heavy, “hmph. That’s not it. You’re doing it wrong.”

“Wrong?” Trevor wondered how he could possibly do a curl wrong. He thought all it was was lifting it from a resting position to his chest.

“Yeah. Wrong. You need to add a bit of a twist at the end. It really activates the bicep,” Adrian corrected. “Like this,” his hand covered Trevor’s as he guided him through the motion, accentuating the twist at the top. His other arm wrapped around his shoulder and gripped his bicep. With two fingers, he could easily feel and apply pressure against the muscle. But it was so thing there was barely any change. “See?”

“Not really…”

“Hmph.”

“I’m sorry!” Trevor pulled away from him.

That’s when Adrian realized just how touchy feely he was being. However, that’s not what made him mad. “Stop apologizing,” he growled again. His eyes narrowed and eyebrows pointed down.

“So-” Trevor cut himself off. He took a deep breath. “Okay,” he stated. The calm and confidence seemed to excite Adrian a bit more. His eyes softened while the faintest hint of a smile rose from the corner of his mouth. Seeing Trevor all of a sudden seem more mature made him feel excited. His cock bounced in his jock strap. 

“I’ll show you,” Adrian added as he went down a pretty good amount. He chose some 70 pounds trying to show off. But for some reason they felt lighter than he was originally thinking. He didn’t pay it much mind as he performed the two forms of curls. “See?” as his bicep seemed to change a bit more shape and bulge as he added the twist at the top. “The first isn’t terrible but if you really want to activate the head you gotta add the twist.”

Trevor nodded absentmindedly watching the muscle nearly as large as his head expand then contract. His eyes widened each time he saw it happen.

“You wanna feel?” Adrian offered. 

Trevor started to stumble over his words again. His mouth just couldn’t form a string of syllables in either direction. 

“Yes. Or. No?” 

“Y-yes. Yes,” he moved closer and gripped the muscle. His small soft hands tried their best to squeeze at the beast as he flexed but they couldn’t do anything against his raw power. The size and strength developed in those 20 inch arms were far more than Trevor could muster with his entire body. Try as he might, he couldn’t quite get his hands all the way around the massive bicep.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Adrian felt the words roll out of his mouth. For a second both stood there a bit shocked as they heard them. It was under his breath but clearly loud enough to hear. Trevor paused and looked up at him. His eyes and mouth were wide open as he tried to figure out what to say. 

Meanwhile, Adrian was still figuring out what he had just said. Now the feeling in his dick was more obvious. He could actually feel it trying to push out of his jock. In the mirror he could see the small bulge. But he wasn’t sure why he wasn’t more angry. He’d always hated when other guys would call him gay, now he was almost excited for it. Thoughts about Trevor’s thin naked body ran through his head. Even though he’d never seen it he felt like he could still imagine the thin arms and smooth naturally hairless skin.

Adrian let out another growl. His mind was going into overdrive. But he didn’t want it to stop. “C’mon, let’s go to another exercise,” he commanded. His thick hand cusped Trevor’s back and led him over to the bench press. Even if Trevor wanted to, he couldn’t fight back. He was caught in the wave and then pushed down onto the bench. He sat on it like a chair looking up at Adrian.

“You… You want me to do bench?” Trevor asked.

“Not quite,” a grin crossed Adrian’s face as he gripped Trevor’s shorts and underwear and pulled them down to his knees. A nervous squeak came from Trevor as he was exposed. “Shh,” Adrian’s face was right next to his ear. “Don’t act like anything’s weird or people might notice.” He could see the small guy go stiff. His exposed cock pointed to the air. So much bigger than people would expect. His 7 inch rod was thick too. 

‘Damn…’ Adrian was nearly salivating at the prospect. Seeing the drips of pre already running off the tip seemed to get him even more into it. So many different moves ran through his mind. Should he use his mouth? Hands? No. It was his first thought. His asshole. The thought had been slowly worming its way into his mind since he first saw Trevor lift up the weights. He could feel his ass tingling with more and more anticipation as he saw the cock in front of him leaking.

He spun around and dropped his shorts around his ass. There was enough room for him to fit the cock into him. He pressed his asshole down, grimacing as the pressure split him open. Another squeak came from Trevor. “What did I say?” he growled. Trevor did his best to go silent. Feeling the firm ass wrap around his cock was a change. He’d always figured he’d been the bottom. 

But with how demanding Adrian seemed to be that wasn’t about to happen. He tried to find something to grip onto but nothing was really around. Only Adrian’s firm ass. He did his best to grab onto the skin layered tightly across Adrian’s body and hold down the noises he wanted to make. Each inch that dug deeper into the man made Trevor want to cry out in joy but he couldn’t. He had to hold on. 

Adrian couldn’t help but smirk each time he felt those tiny fingers try to dig into his skin. They tightened with all their might and then released. Each time was like another scream telling him to keep going. Trevor’s heavier breathing was enough to tell him that. His hips desperately tried to fight back but Adrian’s muscular weight was far too much for his scrawny body to handle. 

“Keep… Going…” Trevor moaned as Adrian started to thrust up and down ever so lightly. The feeling of his dick plunging in and out ever so lightly as Adrian’s ass gripped him was more than he expected. He did his best to hold on but it was too much. Each thrust was another shot of pleasure directly to his brain. He felt himself unload into the other man.

The pounding in Adrian’s ass was enough to let him know that Trevor was done. He could feel the sensation running through him. But it was Trevor’s grip that really got him off. In his joy, Trevor gripped Adrian’s thighs with all his strength for a few seconds and then released. They fell limply by Trevor’s sides. 

The stain slowly started to fill Adrian’s jock. He grinned and stood up from the bench, letting Trevor free. “C’mon, we need to get going…” he ordered quietly.

In a daze Trevor tried to rationalize what was going on. “Huh? Where?”

“Anywhere but here,” Adrian smirked. Seeing the small guy’s brain nearly fried was getting him hard again. He wondered if it’d be the same for Trevor. “C’mon,” he urged. “Let’s go somewhere else.”

“Ri-right,” Trevor staggered behind Adrian trying to keep up.