Pills, Sex, and Chub


Finally two weeks until the first day of senior year. This summer I’d been working out a bunch and had much to show for my labors. My biceps had more than doubled in size and my pecks stuck out at least 3 inches. My legs were huge and my neck was at least 4 inches thicker. My ass was tone and taunt and my obloquies were looking quite nice. I didn’t have a six pack, yet, but at least my stomach was flat. The rush of testosterone from all of the working out had made my cock longer and wider, as well. Of course the daily masturbation helped, too. I jerk it whether I’m in the kitchen or the living room, the pool or in my room.
See, I live alone. My parents send me plenty of money from over seas. They’re doctors, good ones. They’ve been considered geniuses, in their own right. It’s too bad that I’m not very smart. I’m good enough to be in the top part of my class, but I’m no doctor. They travel the world helping others and writing books. They send me all the money from half the books they’ve written. It’s enough to make me rich enough to buy anything I need when I need it. They also don’t care what I spend it on.
Yes, well, I digress. I love the feeling of stroking it. Yet, still, this is a digression. All of this working out was to impress one guy, Beau. His name’s not the greatest, but his body’s top notch. He had a excellent v-shape and a sexy, rounded ass to go with it. His jeans were always tight to show of his well sculpted quads and calves and his very large, very sexy crotch area. He’s the hottest guy at school. Oh, how many times have I gotten off to him? Just thinking of him makes me hard.
I got out of bed. My dick slapped my thigh in the process. I sleep naked. I had probably fallen asleep with my dick in my hand again. I stretched and walked to the mirror. It was a beautiful sight. Except one thing. I need more work on my abs. How could I have waited so long to start on them?! I got dressed quickly and grabbed my keys. I had to find some kind of vitamin or pills to help me get my abs into top condition. I lived just down the road from a Muscle specialty store.
I got into my car and grabbed my crotch to adjust myself. Just the feeling of my balls made me have to whip it out right there. I started rubbing. I was apparently getting hornier by the day. This place was a new one. Well for jerking it, anyway. One hand working the shaft the other massaging my balls, it was heaven. I really am a very horny person. It didn’t take long before I came, all over the steering wheel. I cleaned it up with a conveniently placed towel in my back seat and put my cock away. The tuck started with a roar and I drove away. I arrived at the hop and parked close to the door. The store was fairly small, but very well stocked. The moment I entered I heard “Ray!”
It was Mr. Garhan. He owns the place and knows me by name. He was a very large man. He used to be a bodybuilder, but changed professions when he got married. His muscles were still very large, as was his gut which was comprised of one part muscle, one part beer, and one part fat. “I though you already bought your shit for this week.” He looked perplexed.
“I need something specifically for abs. Got anything?” I hoped he did.
“Naw, sorry man. I did get this though,” he pulled out a large bottle from under the counter. I’d never seen it before even though I knew every pill and powder in the place. It read, “Fast Acting Enlarger: No Exercise Required.”
“I dunno what it’ll do,” he said looking perplexedly at the bottle, “never had it before. This here’s the trail version they sent me. I was saving it for my best customer’s birthday in three weeks, but,” he paused, “I guess giving it to you early won’t hurt!”
“You rock Mr. G.” I exclaimed. He tossed me the bottle with a wink an I jogged back to my truck.