First part of a new story i wrote after reading some on here. Hope you enjoy.
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"A Growing Concern"
"So this is the house," said the cute realtor as she opened the door and Kurt walked though. "Fifteen years new, and the last owner really added quite a bit to it," she said in an overly cheery voice.
"Sounds great," said a rather tired Kurt. It was the third home today and all he wanted to do was go home to his shitty apartment and have a beer. His shitty apartment where the tenants above him fussed and fought all night. Where the family below him let their kids stay up all night, and where the guy beside him blasted music until three in the morning. "God I need a new place," mumbled Kurt.
"Sorry, what was that?" asked the realtor.
"Nothing, nothing," said Kurt. "So you said the last owner added some things?"
"Yes," said the woman as they walked through what he assumed was the den. "Something you might appreciate Mr. Carmikel, you look like you work out a bit." That bit of ego stroking snapped Kurt out of his daze and made him take a better look at the realtor his friend had recommended. A solid seven to eight with just enough leg showing under her tasteful black business suit. Not quite as curvy as Kurt usually went for but with quite the pretty face. She had that pared-down healthy runner look that wasn't unattractive, and nice auburn colored hair that looked nice enough to be real. He hoped it was as he briefly pictured her spread out on his bed with the smallest bit of that color sitting tantalizingly over her snatch.
"Not as much as I would like," said Kurt as he ran a hand though his dirty blond hair. At thirty two he liked to think he was still in his prime. Though he wasn't the keen physical specimen he had once been, he wasn't in bad shape. In and after college he had kept himself in quite good shape and tagged more than his share of the opposite sex. But slowly as he grew older work had gotten in the way of his more carnal pursuits and all that work had finally started to pay off. His last promotion was the reason he now had the means to move out of his incredibly shitty apartment. Perhaps though he might need to return to old habits as he eyed the woman in front of him.
"Then I'll show you! Right this way please," said the realtor as she led him to the first door down the hall. She opened it and flicked a switch for the light as Kurt saw a stairwell leading downward.
"A basement?"
"Sure is. Not many homes around here have them but this one does. Quite spacious too and very well sealed. Doesn't leak a drop." They continued down the stairs till they reached the bottom where she flicked another switch that illuminated the whole room. It was quite large, and from what Kurt saw he figured it was about a third the size of the first floor. More importantly was what was in it. On one wall was a older model flat screen with what looked like several pieces of an entertainment center around it. The adjoining wall was mirrored with a long free weight rack that was for the most part full. Kurt could also see what looked like two full towers of plates and a very nice looking counterbalanced combination squat bench rack.
"The last owner was a body builder," she said as she looked at Kurt. He walked forward examining the machinery as he noted the thick rubber padded gym floor. Other than a little dust the equipment looked fine. "There is a small half bath under the stairs and storage room on the far side," she said as Kurt walked to it and opened the door. Inside was an adjustable bench that fit inside the rack and a few more free weights with some straight bars as well as the hot water heaters. He then peeked into the bathroom to find a small shower along with a accompanying toilet and skink.
"Looks nice," said Kurt as he started to feel good about the place. The rest of the tour lasted about twenty minutes as Kurt was shown the kitchen, bedroom, and everything in between. The place seemed to stack up nicely. It had a bit of a yard in back, a porch, and the neighbors looked ok. As the realtor told Kurt the price he had to keep the smile off his face as it came in just under his set limit. She smiled again and handed him her card, and just before he took it scribbled another number on the back.
"My private number should we need to discuss anything else," she said with a wink. Kurt's eyes flicked over the card as he read the name he shouldn't have forgotten from earlier.
"Thank you Ms. Grantham. I might be in touch."
"Please, its Juliette," she said shaking his hand. "And don't hesitate."
TWO MONTHS LATTER
Kurt's hand groped in his fridge for a soda as he wiped a sleeve over his forehead. It was his first day alone in his new house and Kurt had spent a lazy Saturday morning jogging. He was nearly finished with it by the time he got to his bathroom and stripped down to his boxers. One hand reached in and flicked on the shower. Kurt walked back out and straightened some boxes full of things he hadn't found a place for. When he walked back into the bathroom the water still wasn't warm as he tested it. In fact it was ice cold. He waited a bit more but the icy flow continued. A puzzled Kurt thought on this for a minute before shutting off the shower.
He moved out of the bathroom and down the hall to the basement stairwell as he descended, flicking on the lights as he went. He moved across the weight room to the small storage room and flicked open the doors. There in the back, amongst several boxes of spare equipment, was the hot water heater.
Even in the dim light Kurt could see the temperature knob was set to off. He began sliding towards the heater, picking his way amongst the junk, when his foot came down on a curl bar. The chrome bar skidded out from under his foot as Kurt tipped backward, arms flailing grabbing for anything. He felt his fist punch though one of the plaster panels lining the room as his ass landed on one of the empty boxes.
He lay still for a moment making sure everything still worked before pulling to himself up. His hand brushed what felt like a light switch as he cursed and flicked it on. A small bulb covered in cobwebs flicked to life as Kurt surveyed the damage. The box under his rear had mostly broken his fall but one arm was still halfway through a plaster panel. Kurt swore again glad his arm hadn't hit a stud as he yanked backward. To his surprise a large square piece popped out as he pulled his hand free. It looked to have been cut in such a way that it framed a corner of the room and could be pulled out with ease. His curiosity peaked as he peered inside what looked to be a small hidden craw space.
"What the hell is this," muttered Kurt as he as his hands reached in and pulled out another cardboard box. This one looked a bit different though. About the size of a milk carton, it had something written across the top he couldn't make out as fingers found that someone had sealed it with packing tape. Thoroughly curious now Kurt picked up the box and made his way up the stairs.
He took the box upstairs and placed it on his kitchen table as he started to look it over. The logo on top was a familiar one. In blocky script it read Ingen Inc. the name of a failed pharmaceutical start up that had been gone for a year or two. Kurt was casually familiar with the name and remembered that his firm had done some legal work for the company when they had moved into town. Like a lot of pharmaceutical start ups they were open just long enough to create something marketable before they were bought up by someone bigger. Everyone local had been dumped while some other mega corporation had swooped in and carted off the brain trust.
Kurt sliced through the packing tape with a kitchen knife before peering down at the contents. Most of the box was taken up by rows of foil wrapped tubes that looked quite a bit like toothpaste tubes. There must have been forty of the things, but on top there was a small spiral notebook and a cheap looking camera. Kurt picked up the camera and to no surprise found that the batteries were dead. He had to search a minute to find where the batteries went and quickly popped in a new pair.
The camera chirped as he hit the on button and showed that the card was nearly full.
Kurt hit the "view all" button and scrolled to the first image where he was treated to a half naked man. Clad in only gym shorts, the scruffy looking red haired fellow held the camera out as he took a picture of himself in the mirror. He was not much to look at and rather skinny as Kurt flicked to the next picture. This one was much the same but with different shorts, and the man looked a bit more fit. The next picture showed much the same thing except Kurt could see that each muscle looked a bit more pumped. By the forth picture he was totally ripped with fantastic definition and a tight six pack that Kurt had never been able to achieve no matter how many sit-ups he did.
"Wow, I got to get this guys program," said Kurt as he flicked again and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. The guy had put on some serious mass and now looked more like an amateur body builder. By the sixth picture there was nothing amateur about him. He looked like a complete animal with huge jacked everything and the kind of vascularity that came with professional lifting and serious roids.
"Heh, enjoy that shrimp dick buddy," chuckled Kurt before he flicked to the next picture. His eyes widened a second time as he was thoroughly proven wrong. This time the picture was in the buff with the red headed man holding a rather substantial package. Indeed there was no shrinkage to be found as all of him looked quite healthy. If his hands were normal sized Kurt estimated him to be about four to five inches soft, which made him wonder just how big he was hard. He got to find out in the next picture when he got an eyeful of the uncut beast fully hard. It was thick and the ruler next to it in the picture said it was eight inches even.
While Kurt was straight he had to admit that it looked rather impressive and more than he was packing in his own shorts. But while he under stood wanting to document your weight regimen, it was still a bit strange to take photos of your junk like this.
"What the fuck," said Kurt aloud as he flicked to the next photo. Here was another picture of the guy's dick. It was soft but noticeably bigger than in his first picture. Laid out against a ruler it was six and a half inches looked a good bit thicker with quite a few more veins visible. He knew before he even pressed the button what he would get with the next picture. The same cock rock hard and right at nine inches. It looked red and angry with wide mushroom head and a gentle upward curve. Kurt had heard that guys who were lucky enough to be so blessed often had trouble with firmness but this guy didn't seem to have that problem. His meat pointed stubbornly skyward almost parallel with his stomach, and Kurt could practically see the thing throbbing angrily in the photos. It looked hungry and read to destroy any pussy you pointed it at.
The next photo was a bit different. This time it was a picture of the guys balls taken in a mirror as he held his cock up and out of the way. They looked plump and healthy, not at all shriveled like Kurt had expected with the roids Mr. Muscles must have been doing. The next picture showed an even larger pair that seemed to hang slightly lower. In the third picture they were even bigger. Each one was the size of a small apple and Kurt could see the heavy pair stretching at the skin of his sac pulling it further down.
Kurt had to put the camera down as he swore. What was this guy? It was one thing to for a person to start lifting and see results, even if this guys were a little, extreme. It was an entirely different thing for some guy to start lifting only to have his junk grow three sizes and his balls keep pace while looking like Arnold in his prime.
The young man's eyes flicked back to the box as he eyed the foil tubes as his fertile brain began to put two and two together. He sat back down and snatched up the camera as he flicked to the next picture as his mouth went dry. Another soft pic but this time it was nearly eight and a half inches and as vein riddled as his hard on had been in the one before. He quickly flicked to the next one hopping to see that monster's full potential but was instead treated to another shot of the guys balls. This time they looked more like they belonged on a farm animal. Nearly the size of oranges they hung lower than any he had seen and looked right at home with his plus sized dick.
Kurt realized with a start that he had a hard on as he flicked to the last picture on the card. It was a picture of the guys horse cock laid out on a table beside the same ruler. Girthy was an understatement as the python was almost beer can thick and stretched just past the full length of the ruler. The head of the guys cock was just massive and far too big for his foreskin to stretch around. It had to be as thick as Kurt's wrist at its widest, and had a latticework of pencil thick veins running the entire length it feed it. [FONT="]
He stared at the photo feeling more and more inadequate as the seconds flicked by before powering down the camera. His eyes turned to the small note book atop the rows of foil tubes as his hand reached inside. Maybe it would have some answers. [/FONT]
Please do not re-post this story anywhere else
"A Growing Concern"
"So this is the house," said the cute realtor as she opened the door and Kurt walked though. "Fifteen years new, and the last owner really added quite a bit to it," she said in an overly cheery voice.
"Sounds great," said a rather tired Kurt. It was the third home today and all he wanted to do was go home to his shitty apartment and have a beer. His shitty apartment where the tenants above him fussed and fought all night. Where the family below him let their kids stay up all night, and where the guy beside him blasted music until three in the morning. "God I need a new place," mumbled Kurt.
"Sorry, what was that?" asked the realtor.
"Nothing, nothing," said Kurt. "So you said the last owner added some things?"
"Yes," said the woman as they walked through what he assumed was the den. "Something you might appreciate Mr. Carmikel, you look like you work out a bit." That bit of ego stroking snapped Kurt out of his daze and made him take a better look at the realtor his friend had recommended. A solid seven to eight with just enough leg showing under her tasteful black business suit. Not quite as curvy as Kurt usually went for but with quite the pretty face. She had that pared-down healthy runner look that wasn't unattractive, and nice auburn colored hair that looked nice enough to be real. He hoped it was as he briefly pictured her spread out on his bed with the smallest bit of that color sitting tantalizingly over her snatch.
"Not as much as I would like," said Kurt as he ran a hand though his dirty blond hair. At thirty two he liked to think he was still in his prime. Though he wasn't the keen physical specimen he had once been, he wasn't in bad shape. In and after college he had kept himself in quite good shape and tagged more than his share of the opposite sex. But slowly as he grew older work had gotten in the way of his more carnal pursuits and all that work had finally started to pay off. His last promotion was the reason he now had the means to move out of his incredibly shitty apartment. Perhaps though he might need to return to old habits as he eyed the woman in front of him.
"Then I'll show you! Right this way please," said the realtor as she led him to the first door down the hall. She opened it and flicked a switch for the light as Kurt saw a stairwell leading downward.
"A basement?"
"Sure is. Not many homes around here have them but this one does. Quite spacious too and very well sealed. Doesn't leak a drop." They continued down the stairs till they reached the bottom where she flicked another switch that illuminated the whole room. It was quite large, and from what Kurt saw he figured it was about a third the size of the first floor. More importantly was what was in it. On one wall was a older model flat screen with what looked like several pieces of an entertainment center around it. The adjoining wall was mirrored with a long free weight rack that was for the most part full. Kurt could also see what looked like two full towers of plates and a very nice looking counterbalanced combination squat bench rack.
"The last owner was a body builder," she said as she looked at Kurt. He walked forward examining the machinery as he noted the thick rubber padded gym floor. Other than a little dust the equipment looked fine. "There is a small half bath under the stairs and storage room on the far side," she said as Kurt walked to it and opened the door. Inside was an adjustable bench that fit inside the rack and a few more free weights with some straight bars as well as the hot water heaters. He then peeked into the bathroom to find a small shower along with a accompanying toilet and skink.
"Looks nice," said Kurt as he started to feel good about the place. The rest of the tour lasted about twenty minutes as Kurt was shown the kitchen, bedroom, and everything in between. The place seemed to stack up nicely. It had a bit of a yard in back, a porch, and the neighbors looked ok. As the realtor told Kurt the price he had to keep the smile off his face as it came in just under his set limit. She smiled again and handed him her card, and just before he took it scribbled another number on the back.
"My private number should we need to discuss anything else," she said with a wink. Kurt's eyes flicked over the card as he read the name he shouldn't have forgotten from earlier.
"Thank you Ms. Grantham. I might be in touch."
"Please, its Juliette," she said shaking his hand. "And don't hesitate."
TWO MONTHS LATTER
Kurt's hand groped in his fridge for a soda as he wiped a sleeve over his forehead. It was his first day alone in his new house and Kurt had spent a lazy Saturday morning jogging. He was nearly finished with it by the time he got to his bathroom and stripped down to his boxers. One hand reached in and flicked on the shower. Kurt walked back out and straightened some boxes full of things he hadn't found a place for. When he walked back into the bathroom the water still wasn't warm as he tested it. In fact it was ice cold. He waited a bit more but the icy flow continued. A puzzled Kurt thought on this for a minute before shutting off the shower.
He moved out of the bathroom and down the hall to the basement stairwell as he descended, flicking on the lights as he went. He moved across the weight room to the small storage room and flicked open the doors. There in the back, amongst several boxes of spare equipment, was the hot water heater.
Even in the dim light Kurt could see the temperature knob was set to off. He began sliding towards the heater, picking his way amongst the junk, when his foot came down on a curl bar. The chrome bar skidded out from under his foot as Kurt tipped backward, arms flailing grabbing for anything. He felt his fist punch though one of the plaster panels lining the room as his ass landed on one of the empty boxes.
He lay still for a moment making sure everything still worked before pulling to himself up. His hand brushed what felt like a light switch as he cursed and flicked it on. A small bulb covered in cobwebs flicked to life as Kurt surveyed the damage. The box under his rear had mostly broken his fall but one arm was still halfway through a plaster panel. Kurt swore again glad his arm hadn't hit a stud as he yanked backward. To his surprise a large square piece popped out as he pulled his hand free. It looked to have been cut in such a way that it framed a corner of the room and could be pulled out with ease. His curiosity peaked as he peered inside what looked to be a small hidden craw space.
"What the hell is this," muttered Kurt as he as his hands reached in and pulled out another cardboard box. This one looked a bit different though. About the size of a milk carton, it had something written across the top he couldn't make out as fingers found that someone had sealed it with packing tape. Thoroughly curious now Kurt picked up the box and made his way up the stairs.
He took the box upstairs and placed it on his kitchen table as he started to look it over. The logo on top was a familiar one. In blocky script it read Ingen Inc. the name of a failed pharmaceutical start up that had been gone for a year or two. Kurt was casually familiar with the name and remembered that his firm had done some legal work for the company when they had moved into town. Like a lot of pharmaceutical start ups they were open just long enough to create something marketable before they were bought up by someone bigger. Everyone local had been dumped while some other mega corporation had swooped in and carted off the brain trust.
Kurt sliced through the packing tape with a kitchen knife before peering down at the contents. Most of the box was taken up by rows of foil wrapped tubes that looked quite a bit like toothpaste tubes. There must have been forty of the things, but on top there was a small spiral notebook and a cheap looking camera. Kurt picked up the camera and to no surprise found that the batteries were dead. He had to search a minute to find where the batteries went and quickly popped in a new pair.
The camera chirped as he hit the on button and showed that the card was nearly full.
Kurt hit the "view all" button and scrolled to the first image where he was treated to a half naked man. Clad in only gym shorts, the scruffy looking red haired fellow held the camera out as he took a picture of himself in the mirror. He was not much to look at and rather skinny as Kurt flicked to the next picture. This one was much the same but with different shorts, and the man looked a bit more fit. The next picture showed much the same thing except Kurt could see that each muscle looked a bit more pumped. By the forth picture he was totally ripped with fantastic definition and a tight six pack that Kurt had never been able to achieve no matter how many sit-ups he did.
"Wow, I got to get this guys program," said Kurt as he flicked again and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. The guy had put on some serious mass and now looked more like an amateur body builder. By the sixth picture there was nothing amateur about him. He looked like a complete animal with huge jacked everything and the kind of vascularity that came with professional lifting and serious roids.
"Heh, enjoy that shrimp dick buddy," chuckled Kurt before he flicked to the next picture. His eyes widened a second time as he was thoroughly proven wrong. This time the picture was in the buff with the red headed man holding a rather substantial package. Indeed there was no shrinkage to be found as all of him looked quite healthy. If his hands were normal sized Kurt estimated him to be about four to five inches soft, which made him wonder just how big he was hard. He got to find out in the next picture when he got an eyeful of the uncut beast fully hard. It was thick and the ruler next to it in the picture said it was eight inches even.
While Kurt was straight he had to admit that it looked rather impressive and more than he was packing in his own shorts. But while he under stood wanting to document your weight regimen, it was still a bit strange to take photos of your junk like this.
"What the fuck," said Kurt aloud as he flicked to the next photo. Here was another picture of the guy's dick. It was soft but noticeably bigger than in his first picture. Laid out against a ruler it was six and a half inches looked a good bit thicker with quite a few more veins visible. He knew before he even pressed the button what he would get with the next picture. The same cock rock hard and right at nine inches. It looked red and angry with wide mushroom head and a gentle upward curve. Kurt had heard that guys who were lucky enough to be so blessed often had trouble with firmness but this guy didn't seem to have that problem. His meat pointed stubbornly skyward almost parallel with his stomach, and Kurt could practically see the thing throbbing angrily in the photos. It looked hungry and read to destroy any pussy you pointed it at.
The next photo was a bit different. This time it was a picture of the guys balls taken in a mirror as he held his cock up and out of the way. They looked plump and healthy, not at all shriveled like Kurt had expected with the roids Mr. Muscles must have been doing. The next picture showed an even larger pair that seemed to hang slightly lower. In the third picture they were even bigger. Each one was the size of a small apple and Kurt could see the heavy pair stretching at the skin of his sac pulling it further down.
Kurt had to put the camera down as he swore. What was this guy? It was one thing to for a person to start lifting and see results, even if this guys were a little, extreme. It was an entirely different thing for some guy to start lifting only to have his junk grow three sizes and his balls keep pace while looking like Arnold in his prime.
The young man's eyes flicked back to the box as he eyed the foil tubes as his fertile brain began to put two and two together. He sat back down and snatched up the camera as he flicked to the next picture as his mouth went dry. Another soft pic but this time it was nearly eight and a half inches and as vein riddled as his hard on had been in the one before. He quickly flicked to the next one hopping to see that monster's full potential but was instead treated to another shot of the guys balls. This time they looked more like they belonged on a farm animal. Nearly the size of oranges they hung lower than any he had seen and looked right at home with his plus sized dick.
Kurt realized with a start that he had a hard on as he flicked to the last picture on the card. It was a picture of the guys horse cock laid out on a table beside the same ruler. Girthy was an understatement as the python was almost beer can thick and stretched just past the full length of the ruler. The head of the guys cock was just massive and far too big for his foreskin to stretch around. It had to be as thick as Kurt's wrist at its widest, and had a latticework of pencil thick veins running the entire length it feed it. [FONT="]
He stared at the photo feeling more and more inadequate as the seconds flicked by before powering down the camera. His eyes turned to the small note book atop the rows of foil tubes as his hand reached inside. Maybe it would have some answers. [/FONT]
