You're a Grower, Not a Shower, Part 2

Unfortunately for Bryan, he didn’t heed his uncle’s advice once on campus. Instead of hoping to find a good guy and accepting what he could offer, Bryan wanted to immediately hook up with the ones he thought would be able to make him grow the biggest.

From the moment that Grant’s truck left the loading area, Bryan started fantasizing about getting huge. He pictured himself at 6 feet tall and 200 pounds of muscle, wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans and having people gawk at his body. He wondered what it would be like to stand 6’3” and 250 pounds, with appreciative onlookers asking him to cop a feel of his boulder-like pecs. Or to be 6’6” and 300 pounds and have all the other guys in the gym lick their lips and tent their shorts as he lifted massively overloaded barbells.

Bryan also started thinking about not just getting bigger, but getting revenge. Like any smaller guy, he had his fair share of torturers during high school, especially once he became a senior. 

Notable among them was Mike Cullen, a heavyweight wrestler who liked to show off his strength by hoisting up Bryan whenever he saw him in the hallway – sometimes curling him like a barbell, sometime pressing him overhead, and sometimes by the pants leaving Bryan with a huge wedgie. “You’re so light,” Mike often said. “Not even a real challenge for my muscles.” He would then toss Bryan on the ground and laugh heartily with his wrestler friends.

Trent “The Beast” Stevens from the football team was another student who targeted Bryan. Trent was only a high school junior, but he had been held back two years as a child and was already 19 – and what a 19-year old he was. Tall, broad, and beefy, Trent was easily twice Bryan’s bodyweight and loved to show off his physique. The two had several classes together, and when Trent one day during senior year caught Bryan rubbing his private parts as he stared at Trent’s biceps bulging out of his sleeves, Trent made sure to tell everyone that Bryan was gay as loudly and publicly as possible. And if Bryan ever had to give a presentation in front of class, Trent would purposefully stretch his arms behind his head and flex his massive arms in order to see if he could disrupt the smaller student’s concentration.

Jarrod Washington from the lacrosse team was also a frequent bully. He would not only purposely slam his body into Bryan and shove him into a wall, but also nicknamed him “Baby Bryan” after watching him attempt to lift weights for the first time and noted he must have the strength of a baby. The name stuck unfortunately, and if one of the jocks wasn’t calling him a gay slur thanks to Trent, then he was called Baby Bryan thanks to Jarrod.

But that was all in the past. Thanks to his uncle’s revelation he would soon be known as Behemoth Bryan, and he would definitely return to his hometown to make sure Mike, Trent, Jarrod, and all the others would get their comeuppance. He wanted them to be humiliated and hurt. He wanted to make them feel small, weak, and insignificant. And he wanted all the bullies from his high school to be so scarred from the experience of Bryan’s brutality that they would never pick on anyone ever again.

Bryan’s fantasies about transforming into a dominant alpha were so intense that he barely said a word when his new roommate arrived, and wouldn’t have been able to pick him out of a lineup of just 2 people. He was too focused on how he was going to get huge – it wasn’t just his top priority, it was his only one.

The task was not going to be easy, of course. Bryan didn’t automatically know which guys at the school would be gay, which would be attracted to him, and which would be the most gifted down below. Assuming the first two questions would answer themselves by putting himself out there, he decided he would focus on the third issue. To accomplish this goal, Bryan looked for the largest men he could find on campus, because he determined that having a big frame would increase the odds of also having a big cock.

So whether he was in class, at the library, or the cafeteria, he made a point to sit next to and strike up conversations with the bulkiest prospects in the room. Most of the time, he struck out – even if the guy was interested, Bryan was trying too hard, or acting too desperate, for them to want to hook up.

Bryan had a few close calls with some connections who saw his potential, but the men he propositioned either wanted to stay faithful to their current boyfriends and asked to take things slow at first. He spent so much time chasing men that he ignored the other parts of the college experience – he didn’t do well in his classes, participate in campus activities, or spend time developing any friendships. At the end of his freshmen year, all Bryan had to show for his efforts were dismal grades on his transcript and a still-small and frail physique.

He returned to his parent’s house feeling defeated. “All that effort wasted,” he thought as he moped alone in his bedroom. “I’m such a fucking loser.”

The first few days of summer vacation continued in the same manner, with Bryan staying hidden from the world and not connecting with anyone other than the few words he spoke to his parents. They became concerned, of course, and did their best to find out what was wrong, but he always said he didn’t want to talk about it.

This pattern continued until Bryan’s mom needed him to run an errand. Her husband was at work and she didn’t feel well, so she asked her son to go get her some aspirin. Bryan reluctantly agreed, showered, got dressed, and decided to walk to the mini-mart a few blocks from their house.

Bryan entered the exceptionally clean and bright store and looked through the aisles for pain reliever. He eventually found it in the back, selected a bottle, and headed for the register. As he round the corner, he ran straight into the back of someone at the jerky display and fumbled the aspirin to the floor.

He looked up to apologize to the man he bumped into and knew immediately who it was. “Trent?”

His former tormentor turned and smiled. “Hey, Bryan, how’s it going?”

Bryan froze. Trent "The Beast" Stevens looked every bit as tall, muscular, and good-looking as he did back in high school. He was around 6’3” with the bulky build of a linebacker, and he was wearing a red stringer tank top and athletic shorts that showed off his hard work in the gym and the time he spent outside in the sun. Trent still had the massive and well-sculpted biceps that Bryan loved to stare at – the right one had this particular vein snaking through the mass that he had always wanted to trace with his finger – and Trent shivered as he got a look at them up close. As much as he hated Trent for his actions, the man did have a lust-inducing body.

“You OK?” asked Trent after Bryan didn’t move.

“Um, yeah,” said the smaller man after finally getting his wits back. He reached down to pick up the dropped bottle and added, “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.”

Trent smiled. “I’m the one who should be sorry, Bryan. I didn’t realize I was blocking the whole lane. But I’m really glad you did.”

Bryan’s eyes grew wide. “You are?”

Trent nodded. “Yeah. I sent you a bunch of emails. Did you ever get them?”

“No,” Bryan replied. “Why would you email me?”

“Because I wanted to apologize for how I treated you. I was a complete ass, and you deserved a lot better.”

Bryan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You’re sorry? Really?”

“Completely sorry,” said the football player. Trent explained that he had grown up a lot during the last year and changed his ways. He had realized he wasn’t the hero of his own story, but the villain, and he wanted to make amends to everyone he had wronged. Trent had even started a gay-straight alliance club at school, got many of the other athletes to join, and had really made an effort to create a safer space for all the students there.

“What caused this change?” asked Bryan. “Did something bad happen to you?”

“Nothing bad…actually it was great,” said Trent. “I came out.”