Max
Lachlan
It was not easy for Lachlan Jones growing up. His parents had always been close to the Beckers who lived next doors. They would often visit each other for all sorts of special occasions from Thanksgiving to Halloween, or from Christmas to New Year’s. As the only child of both their families, Lachlan and Max Becker would spend most of these occasions together while their parents discussed adult topics like politics or the economy.
This arrangement was entirely the problem for Lachlan. It wasn’t that he disliked talking to Max, but he found that every topic of conversation with the Beckers’ hunky son laden with adult overtones, even if they were normal banter between bros. The boys would naturally discuss topics like sports or girls during their conversations at the family get-togethers. Max, being three years older than Lachlan, had much more life experience. Max would talk about his achievements in various high school football games as a senior while Lachlan was still a freshman. Max would divulge his juicy senior secrets, sharing with Lachlan the details about his sexual conquests with some of the hottest girls in school. Worst of all for Lachlan, Max would always tease Lachlan for his smaller muscles, telling Lachlan that if he wanted to get the girls and become a grade A stud in high school like him, he would have to start working on his muscles.
“Dude, I’m telling you. All you gotta do to get chicks to sleep with you is get bigger muscles. Seriously, dude, when I was a freshman like you, my muscles were way more developed than yours,” Max would often tell Lachlan while they were sitting on a couch while drinking a can of beer. Lachlan, who was too young to drink legally and whose parents forbade him from drinking, would feel emasculated by his older, more muscular neighbour who was practically the embodiment of masculinity for someone of Lachlan’s age and size.
Without warning, Max would start probing Lachlan’s weaker muscles, starting with his chest and moving down to his abs before ending by squeezing the younger male’s biceps. Max and Lachlan were relatively the same height, being 1.80m and 1.73m respectively, but Max’s muscles were undeniably stronger than Lachlan’s. Lachlan was used to this by now – their conversation always turned to Max’s superior muscles, which led to Max peacocking and showing off his well-built body to Lachlan.
“Stop it, man…stop…you know I don’t like it when you touch my muscles like this,” Lachlan would weakly retort only after Max had finished feeling his diminutive muscles.
Max replied: “Hahaha what muscles brooooo? You don’t like me touching you precisely because you don’t have muscles, little man. I’ve got plenty of muscles and I don’t mind when people touch me. Come on, bro, see what a real man’s body feels like.”
