Bumps in the Night 7
Bumps in the Night 7
Gay Fiction for adults only. Contains graphic sexual interaction between adult males.
_The following is a complete work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission.
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My name is Fred, I'm 46, 6'5”, 295 lbs of solid, thick muscle. One of those guys with a constant 5 o'clock shadow going on. My fur was kind of thick and made my body somewhat deceptive when I let it grow as it hid the heavy veins and ripped cuts of super defined muscle I worked my ass off and nearly died for. Yeah, steroids were and now in a very small way my friends. I wanted big and big I got. Anyway, I bounced from job to job, trying to stick to heavy construction jobs which forced me to actually use my body and not just sculpt it. I wasn't doing it for any other reason then my own turn on. Yeah, conceited maybe, but there was no denying it, my body made guys pale and left them with wet shorts when I came out of a shower in a gym. That was a real turn on to me, seeing other guys get hot just looking at me. I never really gloated or anything like that, just smiled letting them know it was cool and I wasn't put off or anything like some guys react. Kind of always seemed strange to me that you'd work your ass off to get a monster body and act pissed off if some guy gawked at you in a gym. Oh well, people are weird for sure.
So, who cares right? LOL... well, just thought a little extra about me might be a good thing, right? So, my dad owned a good sized farm close to a small town that often acted like a suburb of a city that compared to New York, LA or Chicago was a dinky town. My dad got really sick and asked me if I could come out and help him out at least until he was able to do stuff on his own again. I didn't mind at all. I was renting on a month to month basis so lease breaking wasn't an issue at all. Nothing except my clothes, computer and TV had any real value, it just served its purpose and came cheap. I had an old beat up truck that I liked for some damn reason and I guess it fit how I looked, or so I've been told.
I was a bit taken aback when I got to my dad's place. It was really in a bad state, all messed up and badly in need of cleaning. He looked like shit. He kept apologizing for how things looked and I kept telling him I'd take care of it and not to worry. Luckily, I remembered how to operate the tractors and other farm tools needed to tend the fields and harvest the crops. There wasn't much of anything to do now since the harvest was over with and fall was letting itself be known. I insisted we both visit his doctor in town, since I knew he missed lots of appointments because there was no way he could drive himself. All of his long time friends were gone, so it was just him. I found out from the doctor that he was really in bad shape, as bad as I thought he looked when I first got there. We got him the prescriptions he never was able to pick up and I got him to finally settle down and rest. Some of the pills had to be pretty potent as when he took them he mostly just nodded off into a sleep.
I cleaned up the house and got it looking like it used to when I lived there still. It wasn't hard, just lots of garbage and dishes and stuff like that since he couldn't really handle even that simple stuff. I would help him get into the kitchen to eat and he really thanked me for cleaning things up. The mail man stopped by with his mail which I thought was kind of nice. He was really shocked to see me open the door. I hadn't seen him since I left home years ago when I was 19. He remembered me and told me he was glad I came to help dad. He said he'd check in on him every day just to make sure he was not laying passed out or something. I thanked him and we talked a short time. I noticed he never stopped checking me out from head to toe. I know I had changed my body completely since the last time he saw me.
Before winter came on, I had to take dad to the hospital. He didn't last more then 3 days once there. I took care of all the funeral arrangements which were minimal since I was his only living relative now and all his friends except for the mail man were gone as well. At the cemetery, a local attorney came to me and handed me some papers. He said I needed to sign a bunch at his office since he had to notarized them. I owned the farm and all that was on it, had money coming from a trust dad set up which meant I would have plenty for living expenses. I was really surprised with how much money dad had in the bank and in the trust. I never bothered about all that stuff at all, it wasn't important to me.
Once everything was signed and filed, I now was a farmer with lots of land and a big empty house. I went into town to get reacquainted with what was there. The grocery store was new, part of a big chain which really surprised me. There were the usual stores you'd expect along with some smaller shops of things that didn't interest me. I found a fairly new gym in town too. That made me really happy.
I stopped in the gym and was given the tour. They had really great weight sets, machines, a sauna, an available massage area and tanning stuff. I was impressed and of course I signed up right then and there. I even bought workout clothes there, stopped at the Wall-Mart and picked up loads of socks, underwear and gym shoes. I stopped at a Farm and Fleet and got work boots, Carheart bib tops and jackets for winter while I was on a roll. The following day I hit the gym and began my usual workout, moving more towards power lifting then just body building. Some guy even approached me about buying steroids from him. I checked it out with the resident body builder who worked the desk and he said the guy had good quality stuff and was very discrete. So, I arranged for my small dose monthly allocation just like I had in the city I used to live in. I thought I'd end up breaking my face from the amount of smiling I was doing at the gym. Of course I was new there, but still, definitely the biggest and hottest stud ever to use that gym I bet. A few guys made me really laugh as they nearly killed themselves walking past me working out and smashing into machines or tripping over the legs of them.
I made a few general friends, no big deal stuff, just acquaintances I saw every day there. One older guy in particular turned into what I could only call a groopy. His name was Bob. He would strike up a conversation with me, ask me about lifting routines, diet, all that stuff just to stay close and be near me going through my paces. I liked it. Seemed to give me more incentive to push myself. When I would grunt and really push hard to get one more lift, my muscles popping and veins looking like I'd explode, his eyes were get so big I had to quit or have a weight crash into my chest or head, his look was so funny.
One day, it was really cold and a snow storm was about to roll in. The gym was empty except for the guy at the desk, myself and then Bob came in, obviously looking around to see if I was there. He smiled when he noticed me in the weight area which was segregated from the general machine and cardio areas, to make it easier for serious lifters to work out without loads of distractions.
“Hey Bob, surprised you came in today,” I smiled and winked at him.
“Hey Fred, glad you are here. Course I'd be more surprised if you weren't here!” Bob laughed. “Getting nastier by the minute out there. Hope you can make it home during the storm that's about to start up.”
“Yeah, I'm sure my junk truck can handle it fine,” I smiled. “So you going to do some exercises now?”
“Light stuff so I don't end up in pain all night,” Bob laughed.
“Good idea, you should go easy. Small pushed are good, but if you aren't careful you could do some nasty muscle damage,” I said seriously. “Believe me, I've learned to listen to my body when it says 'enough already.”