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.”
Lachlan was completely overwhelmed with the oppressive testosterone and masculinity of his neighbour that was sitting next to him on the couch. From his beer drinking, to his cocky jock attitude, and to his sprawled out sitting posture, Max exuded the complete aura of a man. Lachlan felt himself shrink into the couch whenever he was sitting next to Max alone at these joint family dinners because he felt he was so much smaller and weaker than the perfect man that was next to him.
Max would grab Lachlan’s hand and guide it from his perfect chests, to his cobblestone midsection, and then to his solid biceps. At each stop on the tour of his perfect jock body, Max would flex his muscles to their absolute hardest to allow the weaker man to feel just how strong his developed male muscles were. When flexed, his chest felt like two mounds of rock that were softer at the surface but impossible to press down on owing to their muscular tension. Max’s biceps were taut and hard like bars of iron. Lachlan would unconsciously trace his fingers against the veins of Max’s biceps, feeling the jock’s incredible vascularity.
Lachlan hated it whenever Max would flex his abs, but only because he would have to fight desperately to keep his penis from springing right up in his underwear and embarrassing himself further in front of the alpha male. When Max flexed his abs, his stomach became completely tight and rigid. He had six perfect slabs of abdominal bricks. His six pack abs were completely smooth. Max’s abdominal wall was extremely well-developed and muscular, especially in contrast to Lachlan’s body. Feeling Max’s perfect midsection, Lachlan couldn’t help but realise how Max’s abs were so much bigger than his. But they were not softer despite their bigger, protruding size. Max’s wall of muscles still felt hard as steel.
“You feel that bro? You feel how tight these abs are?” Max would say, snapping Lachlan out of his reverie.
“I have abs too, you know,” Lachlan would reply, hoping to retrieve some of his emasculated dignity.
“Don’t kid yourself, man,” Max would practically spit in reply, “my abs are made of a hundred percent grade A muscle. That’s why they’re so big while getting so hard when I flex em. You have skinny abs, little man. Every man has abs, it’s just whether their body fat is low enough to show em. You’re just skinny, dude. You gotta train em more if you want them to really pop out.”
To punctuate his sentence, Max would slam a hook into Lachlan’s skinny abs. The impact of the muscular male’s punch would drive the wind out of Lachlan’s lungs.
“See what I mean dude? That wasn’t even my full power, brah! Come on, try punching mine!”
Pulling back his fist as far as he could, Lachlan would drive his fist into Max’s rock solid abs. He would always hope for the day when Max’s muscles would let the stud down and he could see Max doubled over from a gut punch of his own asking. But that day never came. After his fist slammed into Max’s abs, Lachlan would recoil his hand from the pain that accompanied hitting a muscle hunk’s flexed midsection. It felt like Lachlan had launched his knuckles right into a slab of frozen beef.
“Hahahah, maybe you’ll get me the next time you see me brah! But I don’t think you’re going to be able to even hurt these abs any time soon.”
With that, Max would do a double bicep pose for Lachlan, pat the younger male on his back, stand up from the couch, and help their parents clean the dining table.
Lachlan endured these embarrassing episodes for many years while growing up next to the Beckers. When Max left for college, Lachlan felt like he was finally relieved of a huge shadow that hung over him constantly at these family dinners. The day Max left, Lachlan looked out the window from his bedroom to watch the muscled god enter Mr Becker’s car in the driveway.
The view from Lachlan's window
Lachlan observed Max’s admirable physique one last time, homing in on the ripped abdominal muscles that made his shirt look like it was about to burst at the seams. Lachlan wished he had been strong enough to damage his hunky neighbour’s cobblestone abs with the many free gut punches that Max had given him. His flaccid penis began rising as he thought about going out into the driveway and asking Max if he could have one last try at the titan’s abs. With his last look at Max before he left for college, Lachlan fantasised about driving his fist into the older boy’s ripped midsection and forcing him to double over. Once Max was doubled over, Lachlan would slam punch after punch into his neighbour’s perfect six pack and destroy the stud’s pride in his muscles. Lachlan wanted to force Max to beg him to stop in between shameful gasps for air – the alpha male would finally be defeated by his weaker, smaller neighbour whom he used to always bully and dominate. As thoughts of defeating his muscled neighbour ran through his mind, Lachlan’s hand subconsciously gravitated towards his erection. Without knowing it, Lachlan had pulled his shorts down and was stroking his five-inch cock while thinking about how he would demolish Max, the unbeatable alpha male. Lachlan began stroking faster and faster, while looking at Max’s back muscles as he lifted bags full of his things into the trunk of his dad’s car. Max, you fucking bitch, Lachlan thought, I’m going to fucking own you one day. You’re lucky you’re leaving today or I would have reduced your fucking abs to mush, bro. I’m going to break your muscles—
Mid-thought and mid-stroke, Max suddenly looked up from the driveway and spotted Lachlan looking at him from the window. Luckily for Lachlan, his bedroom’s window size and Max’s angle of elevation meant that Max couldn’t see the five-inch erection that Lachlan was stroking while looking at him. Lachlan was completely shocked and immediately stopped stroking his cock while his hunky neighbour looked right at him.
“Hey man! Come on down and give me a hug, ya boy’s off to college!” Max shouted from the driveway. Fuck! Lachlan thought. He had to get rid of his erection quickly! He couldn’t refuse a hug from this muscled god who he admired, not when he was going to be gone for god knows how long. Lachlan stepped away from the window and quickly pulled his shorts back on. He took deep breaths, hoping that his erection would disappear by the time he went downstairs to the driveway.
When Lachlan popped out the door, Max was standing with his muscular arms akimbo. Lachlan drank in the sight of Max standing there in his tight shirt – which was tight because of how ripped his muscles were – and he felt his cock start stirring in his shorts again.
“All right, bring it in bro,” Max said.
The two neighbours hugged each other. Lachlan felt his cockhead pulsating wildly as Max embraced him tightly. Lachlan’s erection was rubbing right against Max’s muscular thighs. Fuck fuck fuck, this is so embarrassing, thought Lachlan, I hope he doesn’t realise that I’m having a boner right now. Max pat Lachlan on the back and the two stopped hugging. Lachlan decided that the best thing he could do was play it cool. By doing so, Max might not even realise that Lachlan was having an erection; the muscled hunk might just think that Lachlan had a reasonably big flaccid dick and he might respect his weaker neighbour for that.
Trying to pretend like everything was normal, Lachlan playfully asked Max, “Dude, one last gut punch before you go?”
Max was a bit taken aback because he had always thought that Lachlan disliked their playful gut punches. Little did he know that Lachlan had been dreaming about breaking through his solid wall of abs and humiliating him.
Never one to turn down a challenge to his prized six pack and thinking that Lachlan was finally embracing their playful roughhousing, Max taunted, “Glad to see you coming around to my ways! This is gonna be the last one for a while, so you better make it count brahhh!!”
Max lifted his shirt with his right hand, revealing his midsection. Lachlan was beyond elated. Lachlan thought that Max had already flexed his abdominals when lifting his shirt, but his eyes almost bulged out of his head when Max really flexed them, preparing for Lachlan’s fist. Lachlan’s cock started throbbing even harder with precum leaking out. Lachlan pulled back his fist and swung a right hook into the jock’s perfect muscles, trying to dig as deep as he could into Max’s abs to damage the older stud.
THUDDDDD!!!!!
The sound of Lachlan’s punch as it impacted Max’s incredible abs resounded throughout the driveway. Lachlan was sure that he had finally broken through the unbeatable midsection of his hunky neighbour. He looked up at Max’s face, expecting the older male to be in pain and shock as his younger, less muscular neighbour destroyed the muscles that he always prided himself on. He expected Max to exhale as his final parting punch forced the air out of his lungs. He thought this would finally be the moment where he proved himself to his hunky neighbour and showed him that he was growing to become as strong, if not stronger, than he was.
But when Lachlan looked up, all he saw was Max wearing a smirk. Max seemed completely unfazed by the punch straight to his abs. His abs were as chiselled and sculpted as ever, maintain their perfect appearance and tough muscularity.
Max let go of his shirt and it unceremoniously fell to cover his perfect abs. Lachlan felt disappointed. Fuck…his abs really are unbeatable, he didn’t even feel a thing when I punched him…I thought I was finally going to damage them right before he left for college but Max is just too strong…Lachlan thought.
Rubbing his abs with his left hand, Max smiled at Lachlan and said, “That was your best one yet, man, but it’s still not enough to make these abs feel anything. Just remember what I told you before, dude. Keep working on those muscles and get those chicks, all right? You better be stronger by the time I’m back from college, bro!”
With that, Max gave Lachlan a quick hug and left in his father’s car.
Lachlan’s a good kid, thought Max, I’m starting to get through to him. The fact that he wanted to punch me in my abs shows that he’s starting to think about his own strength and muscles. Maybe I was a bit hard on him sometimes when showing off my muscles, but how’s he to learn what a real man’s supposed to be like unless I show him? Kid better start working out more if he wants to put on some muscle. He’s gonna be a real lady killer if he follows in my footsteps.
When he got back to his room, Lachlan was seethingly disappointed in himself. He couldn’t stand that he was too weak to even put a dent in Max’s abs. He wanted Max to recognise his strength before he left for college, but he was instead humbled by his weakness in contrast to Max’s unbeatably strong muscles. At the same time, Lachlan felt uncontrollably turned on after that testosterone-fuelled goodbye with his hunky neighbour. He locked his bedroom door and jumped onto his bed. Pulling down his red shorts, Lachlan’s still-erect penis immediately sprung out against his torso. He started thinking about Max, his muscular, older, unbeatable neighbour as he stroked his cock. He imagined Max’s jock frame in front of him as the alpha male berated him for his less-developed pectoral muscles which were hardly perceptible. Lachlan imagined his own cock as his hunky neighbour’s biceps, wrapping his fingers around them and feeling every vein. Lachlan began rubbing his small chest and nipples and skinny abs while thinking about Max’s perfect muscles. Lachlan felt how much smaller and weaker his muscles were when compared to the muscled titan that was his neighbour. He thought about the perfect size and strength of all of Max’s muscles while hating himself for how weak his body was in comparison. Max had the body of a god and Lachlan had no choice but to admit it. Lachlan was unable to hurt Max’s Adonic body. It was a body that Max had spent hours fine-tuning in the gym, and a body that Lachlan envied above everything else. Lachlan wanted to see Max doubled over in pain as his abs crumbled from the pain of his younger neighbour’s gut punches. He wanted Max to admit that he was defeated by someone he thought was weaker than him.
“Unnhhh…fuckkkk…Max, I’m going to fucking…hnnngggg…I’’ll beat you one day…ahhhh…your abs are going to fucking…ahhhhh…ahhhh…Max…fuck you…fuck those abs, bro…hhhnnnggg…I’ll fucking…make you beg…” Lachlan moaned out his evil designs against Max’s chiselled abdominals while stroking his five-inch boner to thoughts of Max’s athletic body.
Looking back, Lachlan understood that Max was only trying to act like a big brother to him. Truthfully, Max’s behaviour was perfectly brotherly and he was only giving advice to someone he looked at as a younger brother. Max had only wanted to push Lachlan to the path of weightlifting and athleticism, to build a muscular body that would attract females to him and give him a better life in high school. Max did succeed in inspiring Lachlan to work out more seriously and develop his muscles, but for all the wrong reasons. After Max left, Lachlan began working out more. His muscles and mass began to grow rapidly as he followed a routine, fuelled by his hatred for his neighbour’s perfect body and bantering behaviour. Lachlan had felt completely humiliated and emasculated whenever Max teased him for his smaller, weaker muscles, and he resolved himself to get back at his older neighbour. Lachlan did not intend to use his muscles “get more chicks”, as his hunky neighbour put it, but he wanted to get more strength to finally pound Max’s abs into defeat and force his muscular neighbour into submission. Lachlan began taking Max’s brotherly advice seriously for the purpose of dethroning and destroying the alpha male.
Max was going to be in for a world of hurt when he returned home during his summer break.
TO BE CONTINUED.
No comments:
Post a Comment