Building the Wall, Part 1

Life for Wally "The Wall" Watkins was almost perfect. At 27, he was at the top of the bodybuilding game, thanks to the ease at which his 6’3”, 240-pound body could put on muscle and his incredible metabolism, which burned off every calorie he consumed and kept him ultra-lean year-round. He had not only won the overall title at the last five shows he had entered, but he had also earned “Best Abs” at each of them. Genetically, he had been very blessed.

Wally was also extremely good-looking with his wavy blond hair, deep blue eyes, a killer smile, and skin that easily tanned. He turned heads in every room he entered and could have anyone he wanted, but he already had found the love of his life: Michael Simpson, his boyfriend of 2 years. Michael was not a bodybuilder but a teacher, and he kept in shape by running and lifting weights (though much lighter ones than Wally could handle).

The only thing that wasn’t perfect for Wally had to do with an agreement he had signed several years earlier with a talent management firm. Eager to get noticed as a young bodybuilder, he had signed the form without fully reading or understanding the terms, and they were heavily skewed in favor of the firm.

Yes, the team at the firm got Wally noticed, got him into the right bodybuilding shows, and signed him up for promotional opportunities, but they also took a huge cut of his earnings – so much that he and Michael barely scraped by. They lived in a tiny one-bedroom apartment in the not-so-nice part of the city, shared one 10-year-old car between them, and never had enough money for any luxury purchases. And even worse, Wally had another four years left on the agreement, so he wouldn’t be able to break free until he was 31, and he didn’t want to waste four of his most prime moneymaking years giving away most of his winnings.

Fortunately for him, fate stepped in one morning as he and Michael were having breakfast. Wally was having his usual, a five-egg omelet and a heaping helping of bacon, while Michael ate his blueberry muffin and was scrolling through Twitter.

Michael smiled as he read a particular Tweet. "Hey, Wall, have you ever heard of Super Stud Supplements?”

Wally finished swallowing a big mouthful of eggs. “No. Is that a new store in town?”

The teacher shook his head. “It’s a vitamin company that is having a weight loss challenge for men. Whoever sheds the most flab in three months gets 100 grand and a job as the company spokesman. Wouldn't it be great if you lost the most weight, Wally? Think of what we could do with all that money."

“I see two problems with that dream, Michael. First, I don’t have any weight to lose.” The big man lifted the bottom hem of his tank top to reveal his drool-worthy abs – even though it was off-season, and even though he wasn’t flexing, Wally’s midsection was tighter than a drum.

“And second,” Wally continued, “You know that the agency would take like 95% of whatever I got.”

“Ah, but let me counter with this,” responded Michael. “It doesn’t start until January 1st, giving you more than 2 months to bulk up. And then it doesn’t end until March 31, meaning you would have more than 3 months to lose whatever you gained. And you lose weight so easily, baby, that I be you could quickly peel off whatever fat you put on.”

Now Wally smiled. “Fuck, yeah. No other man can hold a candle to my ability to shed pounds. I bet I could take it hands down.”

“And remember when my lawyer friend Steve looked at your contract? He said as long as the projects you’re involved with didn’t have to do with bodybuilding or weightlifting, any money you made would stay with you. And this is neither – it’s weight loss. I’ll double check with him again, but I bet you wouldn't have to part with a dime.”

Wally’s smile grew even bigger. “Yeah, that would be awesome. We could finally get a new TV. And a new car. And everything else we need.”

Michael looked at his watch. “Shit, I gotta run or I’ll be late. I’ll check in with Steve and let you know what he says tonight. In the meantime, Wall, I want you to eat everything you can get your hands on today.”

The two shared a kiss, and Michael hurried out the door. As soon as he had finished his eggs and bacon, Wally grabbed two muffins for the cabinet and scarfed them down as well. 

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Later that night, Michael returned from work and shared the good news with his boyfriend. Steve confirmed that if Wally emerged victorious, none of the money would go to his management firm. Both men decided they needed to start Wally’s weight gain journey right away, so they ordered a bunch of fatty foods from DoorDash – thick milkshakes, cheesy burgers, and pounds of French fries that could be dipped in tartar sauce. Over the next 90 minutes, Wally greedily stuffed himself with 7,000 calories and truly enjoyed every second of it.

Michael decided to see if Wally would keep going. "Would you like some dessert, Wall? We’ve got cheesecake. I made it myself last night."   

Wally grinned. "I'm not sure if I can fit any more in this tank, but I do love cheesecake. Why don't you cut me a small slice?"   

Michael nodded, cut a very small piece, and served it to the big bodybuilder.   

Wally gobbled down the cake, eating it in just about two bites. He looked up with the crust crumbs still on his lips and said, "Well, that was delicious. But so tiny! Maybe I'll have a second?"   

Michael nodded again. He retrieved the rest of the dessert and said, "Let's take it a little slower this time, and let me help you."   

"OK," said Wally. "What do you want me to do?"   

Michael picked up the fork, scooped up a small chunk of the pie, and moved right in front of Wally. "All you need to do is open wide and enjoy."   

Wally did as he was told and sucked inhaled the cake. "So yummy," he said.   

Michael began feeding Wally piece after piece. Eventually he began massaging Wally's stomach with his free hand, and about halfway through the dessert, his fingers worked their way down to the stud's hardening cock.   

"I take it this is good for you?" asked Michael.   

"Almost perfect," replied Wally between swallows. "But I know one way we can make it even better." And then he stood up, picked up Michael (who was still holding the cheesecake), and carried them both into the bedroom.

Wally set Michael down on the bed, and then took a step back. He then took off his clothes, first removing his shirt and then slipping out of his shorts and underwear, to reveal his magnificent physique and his rock-hard cock. Wally caught a quick glimpse of himself in the full-length mirror on the wall, grinned, and flexed his bulging biceps.  

The big bodybuilder then took the cheesecake from Michael's hands and sat down on the bed, and then reclined his head back on the pillows. He swung his massive legs on the mattress and pulled the tin up to his face and greedily started eating it with his fingers. 

"Goddamn this is good, Michael. I’m gonna finish this treat, and maybe, uh, you can work on that treat down there," said Wally. motioning his cake-filled fingers toward his bouncing cock.   

Michael reached over and started caressing Wally's manhood with his hand. He thought about giving a blowjob, but he couldn't get his head in the right position, so he settled for giving a handjob instead. Wally's cock was indeed very hard, very hot, and very large. “With pleasure, stud,” he said.”

"Thank you, babe," said Wally between bites.

Michael increased his massaging, eventually using both hands to stroke Wally's large member. He could feel it growing even harder and harder as he tugged, as if it was turning from flesh into steel.

"Fuck," yelled Wally. "This is so good!"   

Michael wasn't sure if he was referring to the cake, or the handjob, or both, but he was happy that Wally was pleased. And even happier Wally was eating with such gusto.   

"I'm almost done!" Wally added. "So close!"   

Wally took the last bite of the cake into his mouth and then came at the exact same moment, spraying a ropy stream of liquid all over his muscular thighs and Michael's hands. He let out a very loud grunt of satisfaction, and then his whole body seemed to relax. He put the cheesecake container down and closed his eyes, all the while with a big smile on his face.   

Michael silently stood up and went into the bathroom to wash his hands, and then came back with a towel to see if Wally wanted to clean up. His boyfriend was stroking his cock with one hand and cupping his big balls with the other, and he turned to look at Michael. “If you got another pie in the cupboard, I’m ready to go for a second round.”

“Peach,” replied Michael. “And a chocolate cream pie in the fridge.”