SUPERSTEROID
by BoyTarzan (boytarzan@zdnetonebox.com)

WARNING: Part Two contains descriptions of male to male sex and may be
offensive to some people. If not, don't be discouraged if the story takes
an ominous turn--bear with me. 

One other thing--*don't* take steroids unless you are responsible and
prepared to deal with the consequences! 

***** Part One *****

Mike was a big boy, no two ways about it. We were roommates and training
partners in college my sophomore year. His arms were 17" cold, dwarfing my
14" 'pipes'. It was so great to be able to train with this guy, even though
I wasn't nearly as strong. (At least I was leaner than he was.) Over the
weeks and months we both got bigger and stronger (although his gains came
faster than mine, 'cause he was such a genetically gifted bastard), and we
developed a mutual respect and trust. When you're shrugging a 200-lb.
weight over another guy's throat during his set of bench presses, mutual
trust is a requirement. Mike was a linebacker on the school football team,
and had a reputation as one of the strongest and fastest guys on campus.
Unlike some other jocks, he was also a genuinely nice guy, I found. He had
a friendly smile which he often flashed. Combine these traits with his
light brown hair with blond highlights, strong jawline, and his baby blue
"bedroom" eyes, and you know why girls found him irresistible. (I was one
lucky boy, as I said.)

Mike was pretty pumped up, a red-blooded American guy, and he must have
been natural, I thought; he never 'flipped out' like the guys obviously on
the juice did, and his skin was so smooth, with only a light fuzz as far as
body hair went, that he looked like a 15-year old. An overgrown,
impressively studly-looking 15-year old.

So you can imagine my shock when one morning I walked into our bathroom and
there was Mike with a syringe, injecting an oily liquid into his left
glute. 

"Mike, what the fuck is this?!", I yelled at him. "Are you shooting
STEROIDS?!?"

"Dude, CHILL OUT and close the fucking door!", Mike said. "And don't tell
me you didn't have a clue I was on the juice, how do you think I got so
huge by the age of 20, good genetics?"

"Well, actually, yes," I said, having calmed down a bit by this time. 
"I should be so lucky", Mike said.

"What exactly are you shooting up, anyway?", I asked. "Some of that stuff
can be pretty dangerous, right?"

Mike lowered his voice to an almost conspiratorial tone, even though he
always spoke in a deep, resonant baritone. "Dude, if I tell you, you have
got to *promise* not to tell anyone, I mean it. The guy who sells me my
gear made me swear to secrecy. You have got to swear on your high school
diploma (Mike knew how seriously I would take this oath) not to tell
*anyone*. You swear?"

"Uh, sure Mike, I swear on my high school diploma not to tell anyone."
(What the hell is going on here? I thought.)

Mike gave the bathroom a quick once-over and looked out the small window,
then opened the bathroom door quickly to make sure no one was eavesdrop-
ping. Closing the door again, he continued quietly, "OK, this shit is
supposed to be a supersteroid developed by the East Germans before reunifi-
cation put a stop to their performance enhancement research. It's supposed
to be 1000 times more powerful than Dianabol. When my source guy told me
about this stuff, and said he had been lucky enough to have scored some
amps that he was selling to his best customers, I'll tell ya, my dick got
so hard it nearly ripped through my pants."

"And you actually believed this?" Mike was not your stereotypical dumb jock
though; it was unlikely he'd let himself be suckered. 

"Hey, I trust the guy, he's been dealing me juice since I was 15," Mike
said, "and if he says he has shit like this, I believe him." 

"So you're injecting this stuff that's 1000 times more powerful than D-
bol," I said. "Are you sure it's safe?"

"Look," said Mike, "I'm take the proper precautions, milk thistle extract,
antiestrogens, yada, yada, yada, so get off my case! And I've been stuck at
the same weight for the past two months, and our team is counting on me,
and you know I've always wanted to look like the pro bodybuilders." Mike's
eyes glazed over, and he said in a near-whisper, "Those guys are
*awesome*."

"OK, big guy," I relented, "but if this stuff really is so powerful, you're
gonna be even *bigger* than the pros."

"That would be MEGA-awesome!", Mike said, flexing a 'most muscular' pose
with a huge grin on his face. He stopped for a moment, looked at me
sidelong with a sly smile on his face, eyebrows raised, and said, "Want
some?" 

God, Mike, if you only knew how I've secretly lusted for your beefy young
body, you would have phrased that question a little differently. 

"Uh, thanks a lot dude, but no thanks, I don't think I wanna be *that* big,
what would I do for clothes?"

"That's cool, I guess you just want to look like a natural bodybuilder, so
all the chicks will be lusting after your sexy muscular hardbody!", Mike
said, licking his lips after this last phrase and winking at me. For a
second I didn't say anything, then realized Mike was eyeing me intently. I
thought up an answer: "Naturally."

***** Part Two *****

A few days after I found Mike shooting up, midsemester break began. I
didn't see him until classes resumed. When I saw him again, I was
impressed. He looked to have gained about 10 pounds. Maybe there was
something to this "supersteroid" after all. We stood in the middle of the
quad where we could see people coming, and spoke quietly. "Mike, dude," I
said, "you got bigger!" 

"Yeah," he said, "and I've gained 20-50 lbs. on all my lifts." 

"Come on, Mike," I said incredulously, "you made those kinds of gains in a
week?"

"Yeah, and you haven't heard it all," Mike said. "Over the past week, my
time in the 40 yard dash has dropped from 4.0 to 3.2." 

Now I knew he *must* be pulling my leg.

"Come on, man, you expect me to swallow that?", I asked.

"Dude, it's for real, and just wait. I have a feeling you ain't seen
nothing yet."

*****

Well, over the next several weeks Mike just kept growing and growing and
getting stronger and stronger. It was amazing. I couldn't believe it. It
seemed like every time we went to the gym Mike was setting another personal
record in one or more of his lifts. His bench press went from 300 one week
to 320 the next week, to 350 the next, and so on. He was just too strong
for me, now, and we spent most of our workout using the power rack, because
on most of his lifts I wasn't strong enough to spot him anymore. He was
getting progressively bigger, and people started noticing the amazing
changes. In a month he'd gained two inches on his upper arms, and I
expected that a month after that, his arms would probably break the 21"
barrier. "Oh, Mike, you're getting SO BIG!", the girls would say. Then Mike
would flex his arm, and the girls would just go wild! Mike *loved* the
attention. Most of the guys would look at him in envy, and some began to
whisper about steroid use when Mike was out of earshot.

*****

We always had a month off for Christmas break. Two days before classes
resumed, I came back to an empty dorm. No one else had arrived yet, but
Mike had said he would be returning to campus that day. I couldn't wait to
see his transformation over the past month.

So then, after lunchtime, I was sitting in my room looking over the pile of
books I had this semester. Total price: $200. What a rip off, I thought.
Just then I became aware of a massive shape filling the doorway. It was
Mike. I took one look at him and my jaw dropped.

Holy shit, he was HUGE! His upper arms must have been at least two feet
around! At least! And his monster torso seemed almost as big around as he
was tall. His thighs were bigger than an average guy's waist. His traps
bulged up almost to his ears, and his neck was as thick as a bull's. His
wide lats pushed his arms out at an angle from his torso. He was wearing an
oversize sweatshirt--it had to be an XXXXL--and the size of his shoulders
and chest underneath made me light-headed with awe.

I finally found my voice, but instead of saying "Hi, Mike", or "How was
your break?", or something like that, I shouted, "GOD, Mike, you are
MASSIVE!!!"

"Yeah," he said, grinning from ear to ear, "ain't it cool?" He popped a
most-muscular pose that stretched his sweatshirt out until the seams burst,
and his massive pecs, basketball-sized shoulders, and python-like arms
burst through in all their supermasculine glory; the component pieces of
fabric fell to the dorm room floor. His pecs were like two big slabs of
solid granite. His abs looked like a brick wall, with his navel like a hole
through the mortar. As I studied Mike's golden-tanned, incredibly buffed
body, my dick began to bulge inside my pants. (I try not to get into
situations like this, since I am still in the closet, but Mike just looked
so incredibly studly and hot, I couldn't take my eyes off him.) I began to
panic, trying to suppress my growing erection, but it was like trying to
shut off Niagara Falls.

Suddenly Mike's eyes moved to my crotch. Oh shit, I thought, he sees it!
Mike's face briefly took on an expression I couldn't place, then turned to
a scowl. He shut the door and locked it, then came over to me and pointed
at my bulge. "Dude, what the FUCK, are you a fucking faggot??!!" I didn't
speak or move; his eyes had taken on a look I'd never seen him direct at me
before. He looked *pissed*! For the first time since I'd met him, I was
scared of him. And he was so huge and powerful now that he could easily
crush the life out of me, or snap me in two like a twig. "Mike," I said in
a small, frightened voice, "we're still friends, right?"

With his big right hand, Mike pushed me against the wall, and I had the
wind momentarily knocked out of me. "SHUT UP, HOMO!", he shouted, sticking
his face in mine. "I can't believe all this time I've been rooming with
you, and working out with you, and all this time you've secretly been
lusting after my ass!" He stared angrily at me. His eyes narrowed, and he
continued in a softer (but no less menacing voice), "You know what I do to
faggots?" About then I was sure I did not want to find out. 

Suddenly Mike thrust his hand down the front of my jeans, and grabbed hold
of my dick! I gasped in surprise. What the hell...?!?

Mike leaned over and whispered in my ear, "First I stroke their cocks until
they are rock hard, then I suck their cocks so hard, until they are
screaming my name in ecstasy! I do that because I dig chicks AND dicks!" He
stepped back and grinned at me.

Holy shit, my roommate--the incredibly studly football star--was GAY! Whoa.

I felt a rush of relief, but was nevertheless a little upset with him.
"Christ, Mike, you scared the shit out of me!" I said, after I'd recovered
from my shock. I sat on my desk and shook my head. "I thought you were
gonna kill me or something!"

"Sorry if I scared you, man, I was just yanking your chain." 

"That was a mean thing to do", I said.

"I didn't mean it," he insisted. "And I'll bet you were real happy when I
touched your dick and told you I was bi. I've seen the way you look at me
sometimes."

I had to admit it. "It definitely was an awesome surprise. Almost as
surprising as you when you appeared in the doorway."

"I'm gonna make it up to you right now, loverboy," he said, in a tender
voice that I'd only heard him use with girls. His big hands reached for the
front of my pants, and he ripped the crotch wide open--snap, zipper, seam,
and all. He yanked down my underpants, as if he were giving me a reverse
wedgie, and he cradled my dick in one hand while stroking it with the
other. I was erect in a few seconds. I had had many buffed guys in my
dreams, but until today I had been a virgin. And now here I was, being
fondled by the studliest hunk in school!

"Mike," I begged, "please suck my dick, please!"

He kneeled down on the floor and stuffed my hardon into his sexy male
mouth. He ran his tongue around and around my dick head, licking it as if
it was an ice cream cone. I moaned from the intense pleasure. "Oooooohhh
Mikey, suck me hard, you massive young hunk!" His head began to bob as his
lips tightened their hold on my shaft. Oh god, it felt so awesome! I began
to breath heavier, and Mike lifted me easily off the desk as he stood up,
still sucking, his head oscillating faster and faster. He placed his hands
against my ass, and tilted me back a bit so I was sitting supported in
midair by his strong hands and powerful arms. 

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT, MIKE," I yelled, as he began to suck harder, "YOU ARE
MY SHIRT-RIPPING SUPERSTUD! SUCK ME DRY, YOU SUPERMASSIVE HUNK!!!!!" Mike
was now as turned on as I was. He began to suck even harder and was now
moving his mouth along my shaft with breathtaking speed. Mingled feelings
of intense pleasure and awesome power were now coursing through my body. I
WAS IN HEAVEN! My cock was so big and hard in Mike's mouth now that I felt
as if it would explode. I knew it wasn't possible without the supersteroid
(or totally kick-ass genetics), but I now felt as big and as strong as he
was.
"Oh GOD, Mike, it feels SO powerful...you're SO AWESOME, I'm gonna cum!"
Mike removed my dick from his mouth and lowered me with one hand onto the
desk; grabbing my throbbing member with his free hand he began to jerk me
off with blazing speed. My head swam as I climaxed. "YES, MIKE! OH, FUCK
YEAAAHHH!!!", I shouted. My cum shot blasted Mike in the chest; he reached
down and picked up his tattered shirt and wiped himself off. I sat on the
desk for a minute to catch my breath, while Big Mike ripped off his gym
shorts and underwear, placing them on the chair. Then he lay down on my
bed, springs creaking and groaning under his huge muscular bulk. I stared
at his colossal manliness, and he gave me a smile and wink. Huge as he was,
his face still had a boyish cuteness, and yet he was so gorgeously
handsome! I jumped off the desk and onto him, and began to slowly run my
hands over his massive rock-hard muscles. Suddenly his hardon poked me in
the abs.

"Hey!" I said. "Looks like it's your turn now, big guy." "Suck *me* dry,
then, loverboy," Mike said.

So I sucked him long and hard, stopping to jerk him off just before he
came. (Good thing I did, or I might have choked on his massive cum load.)
Mike seemed to enjoy it more than I had, uttering deep, animalistic roars
of intense pleasure, that hot monster stud!

***** Part Three *****

Mike wrapped his huge, powerful arms around me, arms that I now knew would
never hurt me. He kissed me gently but passionately full on the mouth. Man,
I was in heaven. 

His muscles were like steel plates. "Oh god Mike, you're SO strong", I
gasped, when he had stopped. 

"I'm not just *strong* anymore," Mike said, "I'm SUPER STRONG! Not only am
I built like a comic book superhero, I'm also as strong as one." 

I just stared at him in disbelief. He was incredibly huge now, true, but he
couldn't *possibly* be that strong, could he?

"You don't believe me, do you?", he said. "Well, dude, check this out."  
He went over to his desk. It was basically a laminated steel plate about
2-3 inches thick with drawers hanging from a support frame underneath,
and rested on tubular steel legs. Mike lifted the desk completely off the
floor and dumped all the stuff on it onto his bed, including the drawers.
He turned and gave me an arrogant sneer as he placed his big hands 
along one side of the desktop. An inhuman growl issued from his throat as
his enormous back and cannonball deltoids strained, revealing tiger-clawed
striations, and with a shriek of rending metal, he ripped the steel desktop
in half! My mouth flew open in shock; I felt as if I might faint.

"M...m...my GOD, Mike," I stammered, "how...how the hell did you DO that?!"


"I TOLD ya, the shit made me super strong," he said. "Maybe you need
another demo. Come out to the parking lot with me." I followed him numbly. 

We went out to his car. It was fully dark now on the still mostly deserted
campus, and the automatic parking lot lights were still in "break" mode, so
no one would see us. "Hold onto your ass, dude," Mike said, "this is gonna
blow you away. I know I was the first time I did this." Mike grabbed the
front bumper of his old Trans Am, and flexed his arms. The front tires rose
two feet off the ground! Then his arms straightened, and flexed again! My
mind reeled at the enormity of what Mike had just done, no, what he was
doing. HE WAS CURLING OVER A TON! And he was making it look easy! My mouth
slowly opened, and I spoke in a slow, awe-filled whisper, "Ho-ly...
fuck-ing...shhhhit!" Mike responded by flashing me that killer smile of
his. Cocky bastard. 

Next Mike squatted down and shifted the massive weight of the car onto his
shoulders, then hand over hand until it was balanced just over his bent,
thick neck. Then with a guttural roar Mike stood up and PRESSED THE CAR
OVER HIS HEAD! INCREDIBLE!

"Holy SHIT, Mike, you must be as strong as the Incredible Hulk!!!" 

"Told ya," he said, flashing his cocky smile again.

*****

Soon Mike and I had to stop training together; he was just too damn strong
for me (although he was careful to keep his super strength our little
secret.) By his senior year the fucker was 320 lbs. of rock solid muscle! 
And one night the summer just before that, Mike made me about cum in my
pants when he lifted a tractor-trailer over his head and *threw* it about
100 yards away! Mike and I got an apartment off campus and made love every
chance we got. After graduation he went into the Navy and I lost track of
him; I heard he became a Seal. One thing's for sure--any bad guys who come
up against Big Mike are gonna be in for one hell of a nasty surprise!

***** The End *****

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