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James silently heaved a sigh of relief as Bruak shucked off his coat once again, stuffing it into his duffel bag.

“Make yourself at home, big guy,” he croaked, regaining his composure. “I can set up the guest room for ya.”

“Oh,” Bruak blushed, handing over his bag. “S-sure.”

“Really, just relax and enjoy yourself, man. I know you’ve got a lot on your mind... I, uh, I’m sorry I brought up so many sore issues and all...”

“Nah, it’s really alright, bub,” Bruak said, shuffling his feet. “I’m just not used to being... a guest, is all.”

James nodded. “Well, I mean it, consider this your home for tonight! Do whatever makes you feel comfortable. You deserve a break from stress.”

Bruak took a deep breath. “Alright, guy. Thanks.”

James shuffled into his guest room, as Bruak sat gingerly down onto the sofa. He flipped on the lights to the surprisingly spacious spare room, immediately spotting the thin cover of dust covering all of the furniture. It was a reminder that Bruak was the first guest he’d had over in years, and he was committed to not screwing this up.

He swept up as much dust as he could, making the room a bit less stiff so that his enormous guest wouldn’t feel out of place, all the while plotting his scheme for convincing his orc guest to stay for a while. He placed Bruak’s duffel bag onto the bed after making it, but as it dropped down, a small photograph fell out of the side pocket and flipped under the bed.

“Ah, crap,” James muttered.

“Everything alright in there?” the orc barked from the other room.

“O-oh, yeah, no worries!” James chirped, bending down and reaching under the bed to pat for the photo. As he got up to replace it, the obvious sight of bare orc flesh caught his well-trained eye immediately. He couldn’t resist--after checking that Bruak couldn’t see him, he took a quick peek at the aged photograph.

What he saw made his heart skip a beat--in the photo was easily the largest orc James had ever seen! A shirtless, hairy, green-skinned monster, whose shoulders were easily wider than a car. It was a professional orc bodybuilder, no doubt--James was very familiar with the sport, having spent quite a few evenings ‘researching.’ Bodybuilding is widely popular among orcs, as they all have a natural affinity for building muscle, and their all-male population has a great respect (and desire) for men of size.

That being said, it’s rather hard for humans to get the full experience of this sport, as human bodybuilders are just absolutely outclassed by the orcs, as they have a wider range of naturally-occurring supplements and resources at their disposal. This combined with the very adult nature of their competitions, they are very separated from the human division and generally only broadcast in areas with large orc populations.

So, even for someone with the means, it’s difficult to keep up with orc bodybuilding. James’ only experience with orcs were photos of them on stage in the midst of competition, but something about the orc in this photo drew him in right away. The candidness of this photo was very powerful; unlike the oiled up monsters on stage, his casual smile contrasting with his impossibly bulky off-season body was overwhelming. He had to divert his gaze before Bruak caught him snooping through his stuff.

But he couldn’t do it. His eyes were drawn to it, and especially to the teenage orc underneath the mountainous bodybuilder’s arm. The kid, already as big as James was today, was visibly blushing, looking up at the monster next to him with as much awe as James--but something about him was really familiar.

“You okay in here, guy?”

James jumped a bit. “Oh! Y-yeah, sorry, it’s, uh, all set up for ya here!”

Bruak quickly spotted the photo in the human’s trembling hands. “Ah, that fell out again, eh?” He smiled as he approached. “Yeah, I like to keep that within reach.”

James blushed, taking another blatant look. “I-I can see why...”

The orc chuckled, “Yeah, he was an amazing guy...”

“You knew him?”

Bruak laughed, slapping James on the back. “That’s my uncle, ya dummy. The guy we were just talkin’ about.”

“Woah... Wait, so that means...” James squinted for a moment, before it registered. “Woah, that’s really you with him!”

“Yep, that’s me. High school sometime, I think.”

“You were... huge, holy cow...”

Bruak sighed longingly. “Neh, I was nothin’ compared to him. Heh, still ain’t...”

“A-are you kidding?” James scoffed. “I mean, you’re not that big, but you’re like a giant now, man. There are professional strongmen smaller than you are!”

“Human strongman, sure,” Bruak huffed. “I could get so much bigger, if I had the resources... and the time... Here, look--” The orc quickly wrestled his shirt off, throwing it to the side and flexing with surprising vigor. “Look at this compared to him... My chest is only, like, 80 inches around--and that’s with the pump from today’s workout, even.”

James’ jaw dropped a bit. “‘Only...?’” he muttered, cautiously placing his hand on the flexing pectorals. “I can’t imagine how much bigger it could possibly get...”

Bruak loosened up, his swollen muscles relaxing. “Uncle always said I could easily be bigger than he was, if I could just find the time. He didn’t really go all out I wanted to make him proud... and I wanted his size and presence. I mean, I got so familiar with his body, I can picture it so well...”

James moved his hands back a bit, miming a bigger chest. “Like, this big?”

Bruak scoffed, moving James’ hands back a good foot or two. “S’more like it.”

“Wow...”

The orc grinned, his eyes full of desire. “Yeah...”

“Y-you’d be a... a god, at that size.”

Bruak moaned softly under his breath. “It’s all I really want... seems like you to do,” he grinned, raising his eyebrows towards James’ crotch.

James looked down quickly, spotting the tent pitched in his shorts. “Oh, shit! I uh... I didn’t mean...” he mumbled, covering it with his hands.

The orc’s wicked grin grew wider as approached James slowly, unbuttoning his pants with one hand and unleashing his own monster erection, which slowly collided with the trembling human’s torso. “You want me this big, huh?” he said as he held up the photo. “You want to worship a god, doncha?”

James’ eyes were fixed on the orc meat pressing against his chest. He could only gulp and nod meekly.

The orc grinned wider, pushing James back onto the bed, shoving his bag off onto the floor and squatting over top of him. “Well you got me real pent up earlier, little man. If this is what you want, I won’t hold back.”

The orc’s throbbing erection rested on James’ torso, spanning the length of it from his navel to his chin. “You really think you can handle this?”

James didn’t want to admit having an orc-sized dildo in his closet that he’d used to practice for this very situation, so he simply nodded as confidently as possible despite his face blushing beet red, trying to mask his intense nervousness.

“Mm, you’re in for it, then,” Bruak grinned, leaning down and kissing him, grinding his dick into the human’s chest. The kissing was so much different than their earlier encounter--this time the orc was much more forceful and intense. Bruak’s enormous tongue fished furiously around James’ mouth, interspaced with deep, rough grunts. James was taken aback at first, but the pure primal lust in the embrace quickly melted his resistance, and he submitted to the beast’s will.

The orc tore away from the kiss violently, leaving James’ face wet with saliva. He looked around briefly, before James read his thoughts and reached into the nightstand to pull out a tube of lube.

“You had plans, you sneaky bugger,” the orc sneered, snatching the lube and squeezing the entire contents over his shaft in one squeeze.

James smiled innocently, but was lost in the moment--this ideal orc specimen of perfection towering over him, the look in his eyes was that of pure lust as he worked over his monstrous erection--it was frightening, how brutish and animalistic this orc was, but James couldn’t tear himself away if he wanted to.

Bruak tossed the empty bottle over his shoulder and repositioned himself behind his human prey, roughly lifting his legs up into the air by the ankles. Placing the thick head of his cock against James’ hole, but briefly hesitated, looking down for permission.

Through his stern expression, James saw the sweet orc inside the brute. He nodded confidently, bracing himself but he knew Bruak wouldn’t hurt him.

Bruak’s eyes moved down, and immediately the familiar feeling of his hole being stretched to capacity overtook James, sending chills throughout his body. He was an absolute bottom, and loved nothing more than the sensation of being filled past his limit. Soon though, the sensation intensified--wider and wider he stretched as Bruak slowly pressed the head of his monster erection into him.

James quickly realized that Bruak was bigger than the average orc. He gripped the sheets with one hand, muffling his moans with his other arm. He was in the best kind of pain, and Bruak seemed to like watching James squirm--his erection swelled as it entered, the orc growling with approval as he slowly put more pressure into the thrust. Slowly but surely, he passed the thickest point, and began slowly working the length of it into the sweaty, gasping human lying prone in his grasp.

Inch by inch, the thick, swollen meat plunged into James’ ass slowly, the pressure of a tight human hole diving the orc wild. “Fuck me, it’s like a fuckin’ vice... god damn...”

James took pride in making his idol feel such pleasure, but the sensation of being impaled with the two-foot member overwhelmed his ability to react let alone move--he simply moaned out and begged for more.

As more and more of the orc manhood entered him, James’ body adjusted to the sheer size being forced into him. The sensation transitioned from shock to orgasmic pleasure unlike anything he’d ever experienced, and he was in a state of pure bliss. He managed to moan out, “Bruak... I need more... harder...”

The orc snarled, loving an eager bottom. He slid backwards to stand off the side of the bed and pulled the limp human to him, thrusting his entire remaining length in in one go. James yelped out in shock, but quickly recovered, gyrating his hips around the thick pole. He was utterly filled to the brim, feeling like most of his body belonged to Bruak.

The next while felt like a blissful eternity, and Bruak ravaged his human prey. Each forceful motion sent an amazing sensation throughout James’ body as he was impaled by his enormous member. The feeling being penetrated deeper than anything he’d experienced before was the greatest feeling James could imagine, he didn’t want it to end.

But the intensity of the furious fucking was too much. Both men were desperately containing themselves--Bruak’s face wrenched as he strained, growling deeper and deeper with each desperate thrust. Soon, James could bear it no longer--his cries became louder and louder until he let go with a long, guttural moan as several streams of semen landed on his torso.

It was too much for Bruak--James’ vice-like grip tightened during his climax, making it difficult for the orc to maintain his hold on his own. Before James even finished, the orc pulled out violently, gripped the base of his cock and with a loud, wall-vibrating roar sent thick, rope-like streams of white-hot semen over his prey, splattering the wall behind him and masking the human’s own modest emissions with large pools of his own.

Slowly, the spasms died down slowly to a steady dribble, and Bruak looked down with a weary smile before collapsing next to his human.

James reveled in the afterglow, in a familiar state of shock. He did not expect it so quickly, but he got his orc cherry popped in the most spectacular fashion. Quickly, he felt an intense yearning for more--the literal void left inside of him by the orc’s manhood made him feel quite empty and lustful... and smitten.

He looked over to the orc, who was still panting, but was plastered with the widest smile James had ever seen on him. He looked absolutely spent, which made James feel quite proud. He felt so much closer to Bruak than he’d ever felt to anyone else before. After an experience like that, there’s no way he could go back to having sex with a human again--it just wouldn’t be enough! He felt positively owned by that monster, and all he wanted was to make him happy.

Slowly the two of them returned to reality. “That was... unlike anything I expected. You’re fucking amazing,” James said warmly, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Bruak turned to James, smiling. “Heh... I have to say, fuckin’ a human is more fun than I expected, too. I’ve never seen someone squirm so much.”

James blushed. “Well you’ve got a dick the size of a truck, who wouldn’t!”

They both chuckled, gazing into each other’s eyes with warmth.

“You, uh, said you wanted to be big... I never realized just how much it meant to you,” James chuckled. “I think it’s pretty obvious, now, at least.”

“Yeah, can’t really deny that,” Bruak blushed, putting his arms behind his back. “My uncle really pushed me to go for it... he said I had a lot of potential, but after he left, I just couldn’t manage it. It doesn’t pay the bills, y’know? I had to work that stupid job and that barely covered rent, and took up all of my time. Until you’re a real pro and get sponsored and all that, there’s no way I could afford it, all of those supplements they use are so expensive...”

As Bruak talked, James was struck with a realization. “This sounds like just what your uncle was talking about! He punched the orc’s shoulder playfully. “This is obviously very important to you... and it sounds like it was to him, as well.”

“Well, yeah, so?”

“So? So why not use his money to invest in those supplements?”

“Oh, I’ve thought about that... but I’d run out of money too quick, I think. I can’t afford the supplements and rent and everything else that with no income...”

“Oh...” James fidgeted. “Well... why not, uhm, stay here? Y’know, just as long as you’d need to...”

“You’re really persistent, aren’tcha?” Bruak returned the playful punch.

“Really, though! You could stay here and not worry about rent or food or nothin’... I could even help you... be your coach, of sorts... I mean, if you wanted...”

Bruak laid his head back, staring at the ceiling. “That might work but... you’d really do that for me? Wouldn’t I get in yer way?”

“No! I mean, well... you know I love big guys... and you’re as good as they get, man. I’d kill to watch you grow... and be to be a part of it, too? I couldn’t ask for me ‘cause, well... I...”

Bruak turned to James, smiling with an expression so warm and contrasting with the snarling beast just minutes ago. “I think that sounds amazing, James.”

James heart fluttered. “W-what, really? You mean it?”

“Yeah... I’ve never been given the opportunity to chase that dream before and you’re right, it is really important to me. Uncle would want me to, I just know it. And well... I couldn’t think of a better guy to have along for the ride.”

James welled up a bit, unable to find words, simply embracing the brute in a long, sticky hug.

“I, uh, think we kind of ruined this bed...” Bruak coughed, looking around at the semen and lube pools around them.

“Oh, I would’t worry about it...” James blushed. “You, uh, could sleep with me?” James asked coyly.

Bruak playfully bonked James’ head. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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James silently heaved a sigh of relief as Bruak shucked off his coat once again, stuffing it into his duffel bag.

“Make yourself at home, big guy,” he croaked, regaining his composure. “I can set up the guest room for ya.”

“Oh,” Bruak blushed, handing over his bag. “S-sure.”

“Really, just relax and enjoy yourself, man. I know you’ve got a lot on your mind... I, uh, I’m sorry I brought up so many sore issues and all...”

“Nah, it’s really alright, bub,” Bruak said, shuffling his feet. “I’m just not used to being... a guest, is all.”

James nodded. “Well, I mean it, consider this your home for tonight! Do whatever makes you feel comfortable. You deserve a break from stress.”

Bruak took a deep breath. “Alright, guy. Thanks.”

James shuffled into his guest room, as Bruak sat gingerly down onto the sofa. He flipped on the lights to the surprisingly spacious spare room, immediately spotting the thin cover of dust covering all of the furniture. It was a reminder that Bruak was the first guest he’d had over in years, and he was committed to not screwing this up.

He swept up as much dust as he could, making the room a bit less stiff so that his enormous guest wouldn’t feel out of place, all the while plotting his scheme for convincing his orc guest to stay for a while. He placed Bruak’s duffel bag onto the bed after making it, but as it dropped down, a small photograph fell out of the side pocket and flipped under the bed.

“Ah, crap,” James muttered.

“Everything alright in there?” the orc barked from the other room.

“O-oh, yeah, no worries!” James chirped, bending down and reaching under the bed to pat for the photo. As he got up to replace it, the obvious sight of bare orc flesh caught his well-trained eye immediately. He couldn’t resist--after checking that Bruak couldn’t see him, he took a quick peek at the aged photograph.

What he saw made his heart skip a beat--in the photo was easily the largest orc James had ever seen! A shirtless, hairy, green-skinned monster, whose shoulders were easily wider than a car. It was a professional orc bodybuilder, no doubt--James was very familiar with the sport, having spent quite a few evenings ‘researching.’ Bodybuilding is widely popular among orcs, as they all have a natural affinity for building muscle, and their all-male population has a great respect (and desire) for men of size.

That being said, it’s rather hard for humans to get the full experience of this sport, as human bodybuilders are just absolutely outclassed by the orcs, as they have a wider range of naturally-occurring supplements and resources at their disposal. This combined with the very adult nature of their competitions, they are very separated from the human division and generally only broadcast in areas with large orc populations.

So, even for someone with the means, it’s difficult to keep up with orc bodybuilding. James’ only experience with orcs were photos of them on stage in the midst of competition, but something about the orc in this photo drew him in right away. The candidness of this photo was very powerful; unlike the oiled up monsters on stage, his casual smile contrasting with his impossibly bulky off-season body was overwhelming. He had to divert his gaze before Bruak caught him snooping through his stuff.

But he couldn’t do it. His eyes were drawn to it, and especially to the teenage orc underneath the mountainous bodybuilder’s arm. The kid, already as big as James was today, was visibly blushing, looking up at the monster next to him with as much awe as James--but something about him was really familiar.

“You okay in here, guy?”

James jumped a bit. “Oh! Y-yeah, sorry, it’s, uh, all set up for ya here!”

Bruak quickly spotted the photo in the human’s trembling hands. “Ah, that fell out again, eh?” He smiled as he approached. “Yeah, I like to keep that within reach.”

James blushed, taking another blatant look. “I-I can see why...”

The orc chuckled, “Yeah, he was an amazing guy...”

“You knew him?”

Bruak laughed, slapping James on the back. “That’s my uncle, ya dummy. The guy we were just talkin’ about.”

“Woah... Wait, so that means...” James squinted for a moment, before it registered. “Woah, that’s really you with him!”

“Yep, that’s me. High school sometime, I think.”

“You were... huge, holy cow...”

Bruak sighed longingly. “Neh, I was nothin’ compared to him. Heh, still ain’t...”

“A-are you kidding?” James scoffed. “I mean, you’re not that big, but you’re like a giant now, man. There are professional strongmen smaller than you are!”

“Human strongman, sure,” Bruak huffed. “I could get so much bigger, if I had the resources... and the time... Here, look--” The orc quickly wrestled his shirt off, throwing it to the side and flexing with surprising vigor. “Look at this compared to him... My chest is only, like, 80 inches around--and that’s with the pump from today’s workout, even.”

James’ jaw dropped a bit. “‘Only...?’” he muttered, cautiously placing his hand on the flexing pectorals. “I can’t imagine how much bigger it could possibly get...”

Bruak loosened up, his swollen muscles relaxing. “Uncle always said I could easily be bigger than he was, if I could just find the time. He didn’t really go all out I wanted to make him proud... and I wanted his size and presence. I mean, I got so familiar with his body, I can picture it so well...”

James moved his hands back a bit, miming a bigger chest. “Like, this big?”

Bruak scoffed, moving James’ hands back a good foot or two. “S’more like it.”

“Wow...”

The orc grinned, his eyes full of desire. “Yeah...”

“Y-you’d be a... a god, at that size.”

Bruak moaned softly under his breath. “It’s all I really want... seems like you to do,” he grinned, raising his eyebrows towards James’ crotch.

James looked down quickly, spotting the tent pitched in his shorts. “Oh, shit! I uh... I didn’t mean...” he mumbled, covering it with his hands.

The orc’s wicked grin grew wider as approached James slowly, unbuttoning his pants with one hand and unleashing his own monster erection, which slowly collided with the trembling human’s torso. “You want me this big, huh?” he said as he held up the photo. “You want to worship a god, doncha?”

James’ eyes were fixed on the orc meat pressing against his chest. He could only gulp and nod meekly.

The orc grinned wider, pushing James back onto the bed, shoving his bag off onto the floor and squatting over top of him. “Well you got me real pent up earlier, little man. If this is what you want, I won’t hold back.”

The orc’s throbbing erection rested on James’ torso, spanning the length of it from his navel to his chin. “You really think you can handle this?”

James didn’t want to admit having an orc-sized dildo in his closet that he’d used to practice for this very situation, so he simply nodded as confidently as possible despite his face blushing beet red, trying to mask his intense nervousness.

“Mm, you’re in for it, then,” Bruak grinned, leaning down and kissing him, grinding his dick into the human’s chest. The kissing was so much different than their earlier encounter--this time the orc was much more forceful and intense. Bruak’s enormous tongue fished furiously around James’ mouth, interspaced with deep, rough grunts. James was taken aback at first, but the pure primal lust in the embrace quickly melted his resistance, and he submitted to the beast’s will.

The orc tore away from the kiss violently, leaving James’ face wet with saliva. He looked around briefly, before James read his thoughts and reached into the nightstand to pull out a tube of lube.

“You had plans, you sneaky bugger,” the orc sneered, snatching the lube and squeezing the entire contents over his shaft in one squeeze.

James smiled innocently, but was lost in the moment--this ideal orc specimen of perfection towering over him, the look in his eyes was that of pure lust as he worked over his monstrous erection--it was frightening, how brutish and animalistic this orc was, but James couldn’t tear himself away if he wanted to.

Bruak tossed the empty bottle over his shoulder and repositioned himself behind his human prey, roughly lifting his legs up into the air by the ankles. Placing the thick head of his cock against James’ hole, but briefly hesitated, looking down for permission.

Through his stern expression, James saw the sweet orc inside the brute. He nodded confidently, bracing himself but he knew Bruak wouldn’t hurt him.

Bruak’s eyes moved down, and immediately the familiar feeling of his hole being stretched to capacity overtook James, sending chills throughout his body. He was an absolute bottom, and loved nothing more than the sensation of being filled past his limit. Soon though, the sensation intensified--wider and wider he stretched as Bruak slowly pressed the head of his monster erection into him.

James quickly realized that Bruak was bigger than the average orc. He gripped the sheets with one hand, muffling his moans with his other arm. He was in the best kind of pain, and Bruak seemed to like watching James squirm--his erection swelled as it entered, the orc growling with approval as he slowly put more pressure into the thrust. Slowly but surely, he passed the thickest point, and began slowly working the length of it into the sweaty, gasping human lying prone in his grasp.

Inch by inch, the thick, swollen meat plunged into James’ ass slowly, the pressure of a tight human hole diving the orc wild. “Fuck me, it’s like a fuckin’ vice... god damn...”

James took pride in making his idol feel such pleasure, but the sensation of being impaled with the two-foot member overwhelmed his ability to react let alone move--he simply moaned out and begged for more.

As more and more of the orc manhood entered him, James’ body adjusted to the sheer size being forced into him. The sensation transitioned from shock to orgasmic pleasure unlike anything he’d ever experienced, and he was in a state of pure bliss. He managed to moan out, “Bruak... I need more... harder...”

The orc snarled, loving an eager bottom. He slid backwards to stand off the side of the bed and pulled the limp human to him, thrusting his entire remaining length in in one go. James yelped out in shock, but quickly recovered, gyrating his hips around the thick pole. He was utterly filled to the brim, feeling like most of his body belonged to Bruak.

The next while felt like a blissful eternity, and Bruak ravaged his human prey. Each forceful motion sent an amazing sensation throughout James’ body as he was impaled by his enormous member. The feeling being penetrated deeper than anything he’d experienced before was the greatest feeling James could imagine, he didn’t want it to end.

But the intensity of the furious fucking was too much. Both men were desperately containing themselves--Bruak’s face wrenched as he strained, growling deeper and deeper with each desperate thrust. Soon, James could bear it no longer--his cries became louder and louder until he let go with a long, guttural moan as several streams of semen landed on his torso.

It was too much for Bruak--James’ vice-like grip tightened during his climax, making it difficult for the orc to maintain his hold on his own. Before James even finished, the orc pulled out violently, gripped the base of his cock and with a loud, wall-vibrating roar sent thick, rope-like streams of white-hot semen over his prey, splattering the wall behind him and masking the human’s own modest emissions with large pools of his own.

Slowly, the spasms died down slowly to a steady dribble, and Bruak looked down with a weary smile before collapsing next to his human.

James reveled in the afterglow, in a familiar state of shock. He did not expect it so quickly, but he got his orc cherry popped in the most spectacular fashion. Quickly, he felt an intense yearning for more--the literal void left inside of him by the orc’s manhood made him feel quite empty and lustful... and smitten.

He looked over to the orc, who was still panting, but was plastered with the widest smile James had ever seen on him. He looked absolutely spent, which made James feel quite proud. He felt so much closer to Bruak than he’d ever felt to anyone else before. After an experience like that, there’s no way he could go back to having sex with a human again--it just wouldn’t be enough! He felt positively owned by that monster, and all he wanted was to make him happy.

Slowly the two of them returned to reality. “That was... unlike anything I expected. You’re fucking amazing,” James said warmly, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Bruak turned to James, smiling. “Heh... I have to say, fuckin’ a human is more fun than I expected, too. I’ve never seen someone squirm so much.”

James blushed. “Well you’ve got a dick the size of a truck, who wouldn’t!”

They both chuckled, gazing into each other’s eyes with warmth.

“You, uh, said you wanted to be big... I never realized just how much it meant to you,” James chuckled. “I think it’s pretty obvious, now, at least.”

“Yeah, can’t really deny that,” Bruak blushed, putting his arms behind his back. “My uncle really pushed me to go for it... he said I had a lot of potential, but after he left, I just couldn’t manage it. It doesn’t pay the bills, y’know? I had to work that stupid job and that barely covered rent, and took up all of my time. Until you’re a real pro and get sponsored and all that, there’s no way I could afford it, all of those supplements they use are so expensive...”

As Bruak talked, James was struck with a realization. “This sounds like just what your uncle was talking about! He punched the orc’s shoulder playfully. “This is obviously very important to you... and it sounds like it was to him, as well.”

“Well, yeah, so?”

“So? So why not use his money to invest in those supplements?”

“Oh, I’ve thought about that... but I’d run out of money too quick, I think. I can’t afford the supplements and rent and everything else that with no income...”

“Oh...” James fidgeted. “Well... why not, uhm, stay here? Y’know, just as long as you’d need to...”

“You’re really persistent, aren’tcha?” Bruak returned the playful punch.

“Really, though! You could stay here and not worry about rent or food or nothin’... I could even help you... be your coach, of sorts... I mean, if you wanted...”

Bruak laid his head back, staring at the ceiling. “That might work but... you’d really do that for me? Wouldn’t I get in yer way?”

“No! I mean, well... you know I love big guys... and you’re as good as they get, man. I’d kill to watch you grow... and be to be a part of it, too? I couldn’t ask for me ‘cause, well... I...”

Bruak turned to James, smiling with an expression so warm and contrasting with the snarling beast just minutes ago. “I think that sounds amazing, James.”

James heart fluttered. “W-what, really? You mean it?”

“Yeah... I’ve never been given the opportunity to chase that dream before and you’re right, it is really important to me. Uncle would want me to, I just know it. And well... I couldn’t think of a better guy to have along for the ride.”

James welled up a bit, unable to find words, simply embracing the brute in a long, sticky hug.

“I, uh, think we kind of ruined this bed...” Bruak coughed, looking around at the semen and lube pools around them.

“Oh, I would’t worry about it...” James blushed. “You, uh, could sleep with me?” James asked coyly.

Bruak playfully bonked James’ head. “I thought you’d never ask.”