This is Travis,my next door neighbour. A vegan rave organiser and political activist...layabout.
I had stood awkwardly outside his door,to politely ask him to tone down his thrash metal noise,..um music.
He swung open his door and said. "Yeah,wot da fuck you want.?".
I could not get the words out.I was so shocked by his physique. Huge powerful muscles,straining his white tee.
How the hell did he get this big..? i thought. He was a waif-like pale typical run-of-the-mill grungy raver the last time i saw him.
So,one can understand my look of shock when he answered his door.
But before i could answer and get my composure,Travis gave me a sinister grin and then grabbed me by the collar and pulled me into his flat,the smell of weed in the air.
"I know what you want.." he said. ''You want this."
With that,he threw up his arm and flexed an almighty huge boulder bicep. An act that instantly got my cock stirring.
Though the musi....er, noise, was toned down,i spent that night in his flat worshipping his newly huge muscles.
I could only think that there was something in that weed that had made him grow this huge....and hunky.