Muscle Boy

My roommate Pete couldn't stop talking about his new friend Jack. I didn't hear how they met, but Pete had started spending almost all his time with them. I didn't mind, it gave me the house to myself, but I couldn't grasp why they were constantly out. Pete had never struck me as gay, having brought home girls on the weekends, so that couldn't be an option. Could it?

I learned why they were out all the time- Pete had started joining Jack in the gym. It was how their time together always began, spending two hours each day there. They'd head out after usually to grab something to eat before spending the rest of their time at Jack's place. Pete's body couldn't have changed more suddenly. He was eating more protein, putting on weight in muscle, and shortly outgrowing all his clothes.

His body became a pinnacle of strength. He wasn't ripped by any means, but veins showed on his forearms, thick mass wrapped tightly around his limbs. The new muscle gave him curves on his ass and chest, two thick pecs jutting out above a strong solid gut with hidden abs. His legs were massive and wide, his quads filling his shorts to the seams.

His size wasn't the only thing that had changed. He had shaved the sides of his head leaving a crew cut, and allowed a beard to take over his chin and fill out his face. Piercings appeared on his ears, and from what I could tell from the outline in his shirts he got bars on his nips too. Then came the tattoos, a thick one wrapped around his shoulder.

Despite how much Pete changed, I continued to ignore the signs of what it all meant. I should have known better.

I was home while Pete was out of the house again, surprised when I heard him come in through the door.

"What's up?" He asked, heading into his room.

I looked at him strangely. "Aren't you supposed to be working out? I thought you wouldn't have been back for a while."

He walked back out of his room. "Yeah, we finished. We were going to play some games at his place but I forgot to bring my controller."

"Oh" I replied. I couldn't help but feel left out.

He seemed to notice. "You know you can always come and join if you want. You have your own controller, don't you?" He said, pointing to the one in his bag.

I thought for a moment. I didn't have anything going on that night, but something was telling me to stay home. I should have listened.

"You know what, you're right. I'll come along. Let me meet this Jack guy"

Pete smiled at hearing my response. He stayed put, waiting for me to grab my own controller.

We rode over together in his car, my mind contemplating who this Jack guy would be. Pete had showed me pictures of them before.

Jack was definitely more jacked than Pete was. Not only that, but they were taller, filling out more space with their mass. From the photos they were in together, Jack towered over Pete. Despite me also being taller than Pete, I couldn't help but wonder how much smaller I would feel standing next to the pillar of muscle.

As we walked into the house, Pete called out. "Hey, I'm here."

We got no response as we walked into the living room, leaving us both confused. "Let me check on him" Pete said, distracted, disappearing into the hallway that must have led to Jack's room.

I sat down on the couch, pulling out my controller and waited. And waited.

And waited.

I probably hadn't waited for more than three minutes, but in a completely quiet house that should have had two other people I got concerned real fast. I stood up and looked around the room, wondering what I should do. Should I call out? Call me paranoid, but it felt too much like a horror movie for me to do that. Surely the two would suddenly appear around the corner in that moment.

They didn't.

I crept silently into the hallway, identifying a doorway at the end of the hall. I thought I heard their voices.

I walked forward and opened the door, finding Pete standing straight at the side of a bed facing Jack. His body was rigid, muscles held tight with his body naked on full display. I had to admit it was a sight I'd been wanting to see for a while. His chin was raised in attention toward the side of the room Jack was on, bringing my gaze over to the other man.

Jack was glaring right at me. I got to see a mix of emotions plastered on his face at the same time- surprise, shock, guilt. It ended in conviction when he opened his mouth and spoke.

"Grab him"