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MidReal Story
Broke & Bound
Scenario:Jay and I had been best male friends growing up and today discovered how truly grown we had become with our bodies so tall and so muscular and towering with broad shoulders and beautiful long legs and our handsome faces set atop long necks that sprouted from powerful chests as we fell in love with each other’s bodies, our love for each each other‘s bodies too strong to resist.
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Jayden
He is a high school senior navigating the challenges of adolescence. He is athletic,introspective,and vulnerable. He struggles with body image and impulsive behavior,especially after an embarrassing incident in gym class. Despite feeling selfconscious about his appearance,Jay shares a deep and intense connection with his best friend,Shane. The attraction between them reaches a boiling point,culminating in a passionate encounter that changes both their lives forever.
Shane
He is Jayden's lifelong best friend and classmate. He is charming,confident,and caring. Shane stands out for his striking appearance and popularity among girls. Despite his effortless charm,he remains loyal to Jay,cherishing their friendship. His kind and supportive nature shines through when helping Jay during gym class and embracing him unconditionally. The deep bond between the two friends culminates in an intimate relationship,marking a significant milestone in their lives.
I was never really the type of guy who cared about his body, but I did start going to the gym regularly after an embarrassing incident in which my pants had split wide open during a particularly vigorous game of dodge ball in gym class.
I was mortified, and the girls in my class didn’t help matters any by giggling uncontrollably every time I passed by them for the rest of the day.
Thankfully, Shane was there to walk me home and to help me forget all about it.
He reminded me that I was a senior now, and that I was one of the most popular guys in school.
He also told me that all of the girls were crushing on me hard, which only served to make me feel even more self-conscious about my body.
I mean, if they were going to be looking at me like that, then I wanted to make a good impression, right?
So, I started going to the gym regularly, and I quickly began to notice positive changes in my body.
My shoulders were growing wider, my muscles were becoming more defined, and my legs were getting longer and stronger every day.
I was starting to look like some kind of athletic god, and I couldn’t believe it.
But what was even more amazing than my own physical transformation was the one that I noticed happening to my best friend Shane.
I watch him doing pull-ups from across the room.
He’s facing the wall of windows that looks out onto the parking lot, but I can see his reflection in the mirror that’s hanging on the wall behind him.
The sun is setting outside, casting an orange glow over everything and illuminating the beads of sweat that are dripping down his back.
His muscles ripple beneath his skin with each movement, and I can’t help but stare at him as he continues to pump out rep after rep.
Finally, he drops down to the floor and turns around to face me.
Our eyes meet in the mirror, and my heart skips a beat as he starts to walk towards me.
I quickly look away, not wanting him to know that I was just checking him out.
But it’s too late; he’s already seen me staring at him, and now he’s coming over to my bench. "Hey," he says as he approaches me.
"Can I spot you?"
I nod wordlessly, unable to speak because my heart is racing so fast.
He steps up behind me and places his hands on either side of mine, his fingers hovering inches above the bar as I press the weights upward.
I try my best to focus on lifting, but it’s difficult with Shane standing so close behind me.
I can feel his warm breath on my neck, and I can smell his cologne wafting through the air.
It’s all so distracting that I find myself struggling to get through my set.
Finally, I lower the bar down to my chest and exhale heavily as Shane steps back from me.
I sit up and turn to face him, but instead of moving away from me like I expect him to do, he leans forward and places his hand on my shoulder. My skin tingles beneath his touch, and I can feel electricity running through my veins as he squeezes my muscle gently between his thumb and index finger.
"Nice job," he whispers into my ear before stepping back from me once again.
I watch him as he walks away from me, feeling confused and uncertain about what just happened between us.
Did he just check me out?
Or was it all in my head?
I’m not sure what to think anymore, but one thing is for certain: Shane is definitely getting hotter by the day.
And maybe, just maybe, I wasn't the only one noticing.
After I finish my set, I stay seated on the bench, watching Shane’s reflection in the mirror.
He’s standing behind me, both hands still gripping the barbell, creating a cage around my body.
My heart is racing as I stare at his hands.
They’re strong and calloused from years of sports, but they’re also graceful with long fingers that look like they were made to play piano.
When I sit up, he doesn’t step back.
Instead, he lifts his hands from the bar and lets them hover in the air between us.
The fluorescent lights overhead cast shadows across his knuckles, highlighting every flex and twitch of his fingers.
"Do you ever think about what happens after graduation?" Shane asks, his voice low and steady.
I blink, caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation. "Uh, sometimes," I reply hesitantly, trying to read the expression on his face.
He nods, a hint of something unspoken lingering in his eyes. "I mean, do you think we'll still be... us?"
