Peter's Wish, Part 2 (Conclusion)

Based on the poll results after part 1, here is the conclusion for this story about Peter and his wish.

As a shooting star blazed across the night sky, Peter wished that he hadn’t been attracted to DeeDee. It certainly wasn’t her fault that his life had ended up this way, but getting her pregnant helped to set him on a downward spiral.

Suddenly, a strange misty fog enveloped everything that Peter could see. It was swirling all about, seemingly blowing in every direction, and he tried to navigate his way back inside from the patio. He stumbled, tripping on something near the ground, and started to fall.

Peter put out his hands to steady himself, but he couldn’t feel anything. He never seemed to hit the ground, but just kept falling, and falling, and falling...

Sometime later, Peter awoke. He was groggy, and reach up to rub his eyes. The pillows and the bedding seemed so soft, he felt he could lay there forever. But he knew he had to get up and work out.

"Wait," he thought. "Did I just remind myself I needed to work out? But I don't work out."

He tried to prop up his head, but his whole torso shot upward, as if it were the easiest movement he had ever done. He looked down and saw his body was covered by a comforter, and he was in a strange bed. "Where am I?" he thought. He eventually realized he was back in his first dorm room from college.

After shaking his head, Peter realized what must have happened. "My wish," he said to himself. "It must have come true! I’m a freshman again!"

Peter threw the comforter off and looked down to see that his Herculean body had returned. "Ho...lee...fuck," he said in a surprisingly slow manner.

He jumped out of the bed and ran over to the full-length mirror near the bed. He was wearing only a pair of black boxer-briefs that hugged his pelvic area like they were painted on to his body. Every muscle was gigantic and flawless – big biceps and triceps, shredded abs, bulging triceps, and best of all, his giant twin boulder-like pecs had returned with full force. They stuck way out in front of his rib cage, dangling over his tight midsection as if they defied gravity.

Peter immediately began going through a series of flexes to watch his physique come to life. Veins started rising up across his chest and arms as the blood began to flow, crisscrossing his torso and getting much-needed nourishment to his muscles. Even his cock began to fill with blood, getting harder and harder as Peter put on an incredible display of masculinity for himself.

"Everything is just so perfect," he thought as he ran his hands over his smooth, tan body. His wavy brown hair was also as thick as it used to be, and his teeth were back to the brightness of his youth.

He then looked around the room and noticed that he didn’t have a roommate – the other side of the room was empty. Peter also noticed that his old clock radio was on the table next to his bed, giving the time as 5:30pm. “Okay,” he thought. “It must be sometime in early December. Because Allen decided not to come back to school after Thanksgiving break, and DeeDee and I broke the clock radio the first night we were together, which was December 4. So she’s definitely not pregnant yet!”

The desire to work out again popped into his head, and Peter remembered the campus gym was open until 7:00pm. He quickly went over to the dresser and picked out some workout clothes – a tight white t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts – and put them on. He decided that since it was still about 50 degrees out that he didn’t need a coat, so he grabbed just his keys and wallet and hustled down to the rec center.

As he walked in, Peter was amazed how much he remembered about the place, even though he hadn't set foot in the room in over 20 years. The barbells, the racks, the mirrors – everything was exactly it had been during his freshmen year. He was about to head to the free weight area when a voice said, “Um, excuse me, sir. Don’t forget to check in.”

Peter turned toward the voice and saw the front desk clerk. The man was maybe 5’6” and 220 chubby pounds, and he was wearing a blue polo shirts that showed off his belly. And immediately, Peter could feel his cock stirring in his shorts.

“What is happening?” he thought. But then he remembered his wish – that he wouldn’t be attracted to DeeDee and get her pregnant. “Oh my goodness…I’m gay! And apparently I’m attracted to this guy!”

The big man then walked up to the desk and smiled at the clerk, who also had a nametag on that said Richie. He swiped his ID card through the reader, and then said, “Sorry about that – I’m just so excited to work out. My name’s Peter, but everyone calls me Pecs. So how busy is it here tonight…Richie?”

Richie smiled back, blushed a little, and said, “Well, you’re the only one here, Pecs. I think everyone else is prepping for finals.”

Peter could sense that the clerk might be attracted to him. “I wonder if he applied for the job to get an eyeful of the lifters,” he thought.

To test out his theory, Peter leaned in a little closer and bounced his pecs. “So, Richie, since we’re all alone, think you could spot me?”

“Well, I’m not supposed to leave the desk unless it’s an emergency,” Richie replied with his eyes glued to Peter’s massive pecs.

Peter smiled. “Think of it as a fitness emergency. I want to get bigger and stronger, and need a spotter so I can safely max out on my lifts."

Richie laughed, and then agreed. “OK, but if my boss comes in, please make it seem like a real emergency.”

“You got it, stud.”

The two headed over to the free weight area, and as he did a few stretches to limber up, Peter noted the growing tent in the groin area of Richie’s chinos. He had forgotten what it was like to be lusted after, but he enjoyed the feeling and decided to make his first move quickly. “You like what you see, Richie?”

Richie, who had been staring at Peter up until this point, looked away. “What do you mean?”

Peter stopped stretching walked over to Richie. "C’mon, you haven’t taken your eyes off me since I walked in. And I can see how excited little Richie has gotten."

"You...you...you...noticed?" asked Richie

Peter put his hands on Richie's belly and began to massage it. "Of course I did, Richie, and I like the way you look, too. You're quite attractive to me."

Richie's lust began to stir, but he was wary of this being a possible prank. “Is this a joke?”

Peter shook his head, took Richie’s hand in his, and placed in on his hardening member. “Little Peter is excited, too. That wouldn’t happen if I wasn’t into you.”

The desk blushed even harder than he had earlier.

"And what I said before really is true…I'd like you to be my spotter while I work out," Peter said. "But, I think it would be better if we were shirtless."

Richie gulped. "Shirtless."

"Yeah, well, I tend to sweat a lot, especially in my upper body." Peter then grabbed the lower hem of his shirt and whipped it off over his head, revealing his well-sculpted torso. "It takes a lot of effort to build muscles this big, and all the sweat pouring down my big ol' chest would just ruin my shirt. And if you are helping me out and getting real close to me, it might ruin your shirt, too."

Richie's eyes bulged out as he took in the muscle god's body. He wanted to start feeling every muscle on Peter's body, especially the giant boulder-like pecs that formed his chest, but he stood frozen in place.

"You don't seem to want to help me out, Richie. Don't you want me to get bigger? Don't you want me to grow?"

Richie nodded his head.

Peter smiled. "OK, then, let's start with something easy instead of spotting me while I lift. All you have to do with this first exercise is hold on to me. Think you can do that?"

Richie nodded again.

"Great, then I want you to climb aboard while I pump out some chin-ups," said Peter.

"Um, aren't chin-ups like super hard without someone hanging onto you?” asked Richie. He had never been able to do even one, so the thought of someone doing them with an extra 220 pounds loaded onto them was impossible to fathom.

"Heck, no, not with muscles like these," replied Peter, hitting a double bicep pose to show off his 20-inch upper arms. "I can do over 50 without stopping, but I like to train with some resistance to really pump them up."

"Oh. Well, OK. How do we do it?"

Peter smiled. "First, we get this shirt off of you, and then you just hop on."

Peter walked forward, looked Richie in the eye, and winked. It made the fat guy feel at ease, and he let Peter pull off his shirt to unveil his bloated torso. Then Peter bent over, took Richie's arms and wrapped them around his neck. "Now you hold on tight, and once you are up, wrap your legs around my torso, OK?"

Richie nodded and clasped his hands together. When Peter stood back up and his legs left the ground, Richie did as instructed and wrapped them around the muscular athlete. All he could see were Peter's massive pecs right in front of his face, and he was intoxicated by his musky odor.

Peter walked over to the chin-up bar, stretched up his arms, and took hold. He took in a deep breath, and then pulled himself and Richie upward. Richie could feel the muscles under Peter's taut skin do their work, pumping up and down as Peter did his reps. He began to feel excited and light-headed at the dizzying feat of strength he was experiencing first-hand, and for the first time really understood how amazing it was to have such power.

After 10 reps, Peter stopped. He was beginning to sweat profusely, just as he said he would, and his man-juice was pouring down his head and neck. It streamed down into the crevasse between his pecs, all around Richie's face, and he couldn't have been happier about it.

"I'm maxed out on chin-ups, little dude, but I'm going to do some leg lifts while I'm up here. Might as well get a little core workout and make these abs pop, right?"

Richie didn't say anything, as he was lost in ecstasy. He just started licking Peter's sweat and nibbling at his pecs.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Peter started doing his legs lifts, and as he brought them up into the air, Richie could feel the athlete's half-hard cock poking him in the ass at the end of every rep. It was too much for Richie to take, and his own cock exploded with the frenzy of 1,000 ejaculations. Waves of euphoria spread across his body, engulfing every part of him, and his groin quickly turned into a wet sticky mess. His body started bucking uncontrollably, and he would have fallen onto the ground if Peter hadn't quickly jumped off the chin-up bar and held on to him tightly.

After his extended orgasm, Richie could hardly speak. He looked up into Peter's eyes and meekly said, "Thank you."

Peter smiled at his new friend. "Well, little guy, I guess you liked what you experienced, huh? You must be into muscle as much as I am into chubby guys. How about we go back to my place for a while?"

Richie nodded. He was supposed to keep the gym open for another hour, but he , so Peter set him down. It was then that Richie could see the giant dark stain that started at the crotch area his slacks and spread down toward his legs. He grabbed his shirt and put it back on, but even with it untucked, the stain was clearly evident. "Dang, how will I get to your dorm without everyone seeing this?"

Peter put his shirt back on as well, then assessed the situation. "No worries, Richie. I'll just carry you in my arms until we get there. If we run into anyone, we can just say you sprained your ankle and I'm taking you to the doctor."

"You could carry me all the way back to your dorm?"

"With these pythons, stud, I could probably carry you to the moon."

Richie began to get hard again already. "OK, if you think it will work."

Without replying, Peter scooped up Richie. He walked him around to grab the keys and turn off the lights, and then they exited the gym and headed for Peter’s dorm room.

Twenty years later

Peter “Pecs” Gillespie sat on the bed in the hotel suite, his massive body resting back on the large pillows next to the headboard. His mind went back to his previous life, the one before his wish had changed everything – he had wasted so much time in that life, and blown so many opportunities. Peter didn’t understand why he had been given a second chance, or how it was possible, but he had vowed to do things better this time around.

He and Richie had just arrived at the luxury hotel in Los Angeles, checked in, and were guided up to their room. They were originally going to take a red-eye straight to Tahiti, but Richie thought it better to spend one night in L.A. and avoid trying to sleep on the plane.

“We’ll be tired enough as it is,” he explained. “Let’s just relax that first night at the Four Seasons, and we can go to our island paradise the next day.”

So Peter sat on the bed, still wearing the cotton sweat suit he had changed into after winning the Mr. Olympia earlier in the day. For the 15th straight year. His entire family, including his once-strict parents who had eventually accepted his coming out and embraced Richie as their son-in-law, were in the audience for the event.

As Peter relaxed, Richie quietly opened the bathroom door and exited from the chamber, having taken off his clothes and wearing only his tight white boxers on his still-chubby body. He turned toward the bed and saw his husband smiling at him.

Even though Peter was fully clothed, Richie could still make out his muscles bulging through the cloth of his sweat suit. Years of consistent lifting, proper nutrition, and a dose of superb genetics had turned him into a the biggest bodybuilder of all time – not even Arnold in his heyday could compare to the freakiness that was Pecs Gillespie.

“He’s perfect…he's the most beautiful man in the world, both inside and out,” thought Richie. He turned off the switch near the bathroom, leaving the lamp next to the bed as the only source of light. He slowly walked up to Peter and sat down beside him, placing his hands gently around his partner’s mammoth triceps. He kissed him sweetly on the lips.

Peter instantly began to get aroused, as Richie’s kiss thrilled him as much as it did the first time when they were back in college. Richie reached toward Peter’s chin and started unzipping the sweatshirt he was wearing, slowly revealing the tan skin on the bodybuilder’s monstrous pecs.

After Richie unzipped it, Peter quickly shed the sweatshirt and tossed it on the floor, revealing his prize-winning physique, with muscles that looked like they belonged on a cartoon superhero – full, pumped, and incredibly strong. Richie gazed down at the magnificent sight, and then put his left hand on Peter’s cheek. He moved his head forward and kissed Peter again, deeper and harder than the first time, and softly licking his husband’s lips as he pulled away.

Peter reached behind himself and knocked the pillows out of the way, then put his arms around Richie and reclined back, easily pulling his husband on top of him.

Richie put his arms on Peter’s pecs, bracing himself on top of his person he-man. "I love you, Peter."

“I love you, Richie," said Peter as he turned out the light.