This is the story of my most memorable muscle encounter of all time. My name is Shane, and I have been a total muscle addict for as long as I can remember, starting out when I was a teenage in high school. I would go to the gym to work out just to be near the muscle gods that I lusted after. And there were some HOT young studs in high school. Just the thought of being near all that muscle beef is what kept me going to the gym day after day.
My desire to be around muscle continued after high school and my addiction to muscle grew even more intense. And the coolest thing that came of my obsession was the I had developed quite a body for myself. By the time I was 21 I stood about 6'2" and weighed a solid 220 pounds of muscle. My arms were a little over 18.5 inches and my chest was covered with a light coat of fur that led down to my navel and all of this with a 33-inch waist.
I was always careful when I worked out so that I thought I was not being obvious when I stared at others when they worked out. And I purposely picked the PowerHouse Gym to join as it had the reputation of being the "gym for muscleheads" and that was what I needed.
Now anyone into muscle knows that the PowerHouse is where the big boys go to workout. The average guy at the PowerHouse was at least 6' plus tall and weighed at least 250 plus. I mean these were total muscle gods. Besides just being able to be surrounded by muscle, I also got to hear the sound of muscle, as there is an intense competitive nature among the guys to top each other with poundages lifted. The sound of a total stud lifting inhuman amounts of weight and the groaning that goes with it can make me hard in a second.
And me getting hard was always a problem there, which is why I always worked out wearing loose fitting sweatpants, the better to hide my pleasure! Over the years I began to figure out the best "muscle viewing" times to work out. I knew when each of my favorite studs would be working out, and my schedule was always around theirs. I varied my schedule as there were always new guys coming into the gym, but I found the best time to work out were late in the evenings after 10 or 11.
It was during one of those late night sessions that I first saw Dave. It was a Monday night and I arrived at the gym to do my bicep/tricep workout around 10:30 and as I entered the weight room that's when I saw him. It was like I was looking at a pure mountain of muscle. He stood at least 6'4" and must have weighed at least 300 pounds and all of this with a waist that had to be no more than a 34. To describe him with mere words would be an injustice. There were rivers of pulsing veins covering his massive chest and arms. He was wearing tight gray flannel workout shorts and the barest string tank top possible.
His thighs were so massive that I could literally make out the veins that were visible on his thighs as the shorts simply looked like they were sprayed onto his body. I could tell his thighs were so massive that there was no space between as he walked. From the sweat that was pouring off his body, I could tell that he had been working out for a while already. He pushed my muscle addiction into high gear and yes I wanted to walk over and feel the heat and hardness of each and every muscle in his body, but I would have to be content with just watching him workout. He was staring at his biceps in the mirror and since I was also planning on doing my biceps, I figured this would be a great opportunity to view my new muscle god.
Now, I started by curling my first set with 50lb dumbbells and I was going to do another set with 60, then 65 and finish with as many reps using a 70lb as I could. As I was in the middle of my first set with the 50's Dave walked over and easily grabbed the 120's and started curling away, like the weight was nothing. He was doing alternative curls so as one bicep got pumped up, the other bicep hung there with his veins pulsing as they were filled with blood. I knew I was going to have a hard time concentrating, and I was right. He pumped out 15 reps with the 120's before racking them and moving on to the 140's. He proceeded to grind out 15 more reps with the 140's, and his form was 100% perfect with no cheating whatsoever. And if you could have been there you would agree that it was like he was just willing his biceps to grow with each rep he did. After he racked the 140's, he stood in the mirror, flexing his massive arms, which by this time looked like two huge footballs. After a minute or so, he walked over to the 150's and did another amazing set of 15 reps. By this time I had moved on to my seated dumbbell curls on the bench next to Dave.
My mind was just racing with thoughts of this muscle giant curling more weight than I had ever seen, and I could not wait to go home and make him my next jerk off fantasy. But, just when I thought he would move onto another exercise, he walked over to the end of the rack and grabbed the 200lb dumbbells. In my entire time working out there I had never seen anyone use them, and they looked almost new, due to the fact that they were rarely used. He stood facing the mirror with the most intense look on his face that I have ever seen on anyone. I was thinking that he was paying attention to no one else but himself, but later I would find out that I was wrong. He later told me that he was looking around to find out who the closest person was to him to get their reaction, and I was that person. He managed to pump out 8 reps with the 200 lb dumbbells, rack them and then proceed to examine his biceps to check out his amazing pump. To my amazement, he smiled at me then continued flexing his biceps and triceps. In my mind I was guessing that he had to be sporting at least 24inch guns by now. Then as quickly as entered the room, he smiled one more time at me and proceeded to leave the room.
Well needless to say, I could hardly wait to see this muscle beast again. I actually had to go into the locker room and jerk off; he had gotten me so worked up. But unfortunately, I was disappointed the next several times I went to the gym Dave was not there. I tried going a little before and after the time I originally saw him, but for a week after, nothing. Little did I know my wildest fantasy dream would come true soon enough.
It was a Friday night and I had intended to be at the gym by 10pm, but my schedule got all screwed up and I didn't make it there until midnight. As I entered the weight room, my jaw dropped to the floor as there he was, Dave and he was the only one in the room. He was over on the bench press and he was in the middle of pumping out a pretty heavy set. Now, I know he was easily able to lift the weight on the bar, but he noticed me enter the room and called out that he was going to be adding a few more plates, and asked me if I could spot him. My mouth went instantly dry, but I managed a "sure, no problem".
He already had 2 plates on each side and said he was going to add two more on each side. At first I thought they were 45's, but looked closely and found out they were 100 pound plates and this guy was going to add 200 more pounds. I started talking about how strong he was, and even though I thought I must have sounded like an idiot to him, he just looked at me, and gave my pecs a pat and said that I was pretty built myself and that if I worked out with him, I would be amazed. After loading up the bar, I positioned myself behind him and I was just in awe of his chest. Even from this angle, I could tell he did some heavy-duty pec work and the striations on his chest were even showing despite the fact that he had a nice coating of fur on his chest. He started to lift the weight, after I gave him help on the lift off. And I could almost swear that he was smiling up at me as he started to lift, then he started pressing 600 pounds plus the bar, as if it were nothing. But, it was the sound of his breathing as he pumped out the reps that got me. After 10 reps he sat up and started talking about how he worked his pecs. And at that point he grabbed my hand and pulled it towards his chest and rubbed my hands all over his hairy pecs, only to look at me and ask me how that felt? I could not believe this was happening, but decided to go along with it. He obviously got off on showing off and since I am a total muscle slave, I was in hog heaven. I told him that I have never felt such muscle and that I would kill to have pecs like that.
Again, he just said, "work out with me, and you can get pecs like this". He told me one of the best things to do when working the chest is to keep your chest tight while lifting. I guess it was the puzzled look on my face, but he understood that I did not know what he was talking about. He told me he was going to do another set, and as he lay down on the bench, Dave looked at me and told me to face him, straddle his hips and sit down and place my hands on his chest. Again, it must have been the look on my face, but he smiled and told me that he wanted me to feel the way his chest contracted while he was lifting.
At this point, my mind went into total overload, as I could not even believe this was happening. Here I was, sitting on this total stud with my butt resting on his crotch and he was about to bench press a weight that I could only hope to lift someday. He told me to "hold on for ride" and he proceeded to lift the bar. (at this point I noticed how easy it was for him to lift the bar so he really didn't need my help for the lift off in the first place and this just fueled my fantasy even more)
As he did each rep, I could feel his chest lifting my entire body as he was pressing the bar up and down. I was also beginning to notice that towards the end of the set, his cock was beginning to grow as well. He finished the set and sat up so that we were facing each other and were no more than inches apart. He asked how that felt and the only thing that came to mind was "Hot" and this made his grin grow even wider. I also decided to push my luck a little and commented on other parts of him that were growing as well. Again, he smiled and said that always happens when he is with another muscle stud.
My face turned bright red at that comment and he just looked at me at told me that he thought I was a very HOT guy. To which I replied that he was absolutely the hottest muscle stud I had ever seen. We started talking more and the conversation led to me telling him that I could not believe how strong he was.
With that Dave just looked at me with this strange look in his eyes and proceeded to tell me how that was his real reason for lifting. He just loved knowing how strong he was and loved he idea of knowing that he was stronger than every other guy in the gym. He also told me that he knew how much. I was into muscle and wanted to know if I would be interested in him showing me just how strong he was. He also told me that even though he lifted heavy weights at the gym, he likes to lift outside the gym where he can try other ways of seeing how strong he is.
It was like he was reading my mind, and I just blurted out how I totally got off on musclemen and feats of strength. Dave just patted me on the shoulder and told me how he had always wished he could find someone that he felt comfortable with and that also was into muscle as much as he was. To which I just looked at him for a second and all I could do was to grab his biceps with each of my hands and he immediately flexed. You cannot even imagine the power I was feeling beneath my hands. Hands that could not even go around his entire arm, I was just holding onto his peaks. At this point Dave told me to hold on and he started to stand up, while I was still gripping (but not even denting) his mountains of bicep muscle. And since he is taller than me, I was suspended in mid air and we were face to face. As I was being help up by Dave, he started flexing his mighty arms and I could feel my entire body rise and fall with each flex. Now this sure as heck was one awesome ride. He lowered me to the ground and asked me if I wanted to see more……
After Dave lowered me to the ground I was in total awe of this man and he knew it. Dave told me that even though it was close to 1 in the morning, he was still raring to go and wanted to see if I was interested in a little "show". I answered him by grabbing his hairy pecs and telling him to go for it.
Dave started walking over to the pull up bar and motioned for me to follow him. He started stretching his arms and then without any warning, he took off his tank top, very slowly as if he were performing a private strip tease just for me. Now, I was just standing there looking up at the most magnificent muscle man I had ever seen and Dave just looked at me and figured that if he was going to put on a show for me, I might as well get the most out of it. He continued stretching and while he was doing this, I had to ask him how much he weighed and how long he had been lifting for. He smiled that totally sexy grin that just made me melt and said he weighed 325 and had been lifting since he was about 14, and since he just turned 28 that meant he had been pumping iron for half him life.
He approached the pull up bar and told me to face him. I was still trying to figure out what he had in mind, but I felt safe with Dave and surrendered my trust to him. He positioned himself on the side bars as if he were going to do pull ups, and then he told me to do the same but to face him. So here we were, both on the side bar of the pull up bar. He next told me to wrap my arms around his neck. As I did this, it was difficult to get a firm grip, and I ended up holding on to not only his neck, but also my arms were resting on his massive trap muscles, that were so full and well developed that they looked like they were actually a part of his neck. He told me to hold on and he reached up and grabbed the pull up bar and started doing pull-ups with me holding onto him at the same time. He was doing pull ups with ease and he was actually lifting a total of about 565 pounds. Dave was performing pull ups so methodically, he would pull us both up, hold for a second then lower us and hold for another second before he would do another rep.
After 20 reps he told me to move my hands so that I was grasping his biceps… Now you have to remember that our faces were within inches of each other and he knew the reaction he would get when I grabbed his biceps, and he was right. I literally could feel their heat and power as he lowered and raised us up. He performed another 20 reps then when we were in the lower position, he told me to move my hands and grab around his neck again. I was trying to figure out what he had in mind. I mean, this freakin huge stud just performed pull-ups with not only his weight, but with mine as well and he showed no signs of getting tired. By this time, his entire body felt warm to the touch, and trust me, when I was going up and down with this man, I was feeling his heat. Now, he took his right hand off the bar and was holding us both up with only his left hand and he proceeded to do one arm pull ups with me still holding on.
During these reps he spoke into my ear, "So Shane, impressed yet with these guns?" Before I could answer, he switched hands and now was doing one-arm pull-ups with his right hand. He managed to do 10 reps on each hand and when he was done with the last, he told me to place my feet on the side bar and then he did the same. We both got off the side bar and he looked at me and all he said was, "You ain't seen nothing yet!!" and I just looked at him, and said "bring it on!"
Again, Dave just smiled at me and repeated that I had only begun to experience his power and strength. My cock was throbbing at the thought of what was going on and the thought of being in the presence of this god of pure muscle. He started looking around the gym and told me to follow him. I purposely walked behind him, so that I could get a look at his massive back, his rock solid butt and thighs as well as the huge tricep muscles. He stopped at the preacher bench. Again, my mind was trying to figure out what he had in store for me next.
There was an EZ curl bar on preacher rack and he took the clips off and started removing the plates. I thought he was going to load up the bar to show off those massive guns of his, and I wanted to satisfy my curiosity, so I asked him how big they were. He looked at me and matter of factly; he said that when they were totally pumped up, they measured between 25 and 26". The only thing I could think of to say was "DAMN"…and he just looked at me and said, "when I tell you I want you to press your chest into my back and reach around and grab my chest and place your hands on my pecs to start" but he told me to listen as he was going to tell me to move my hands to his biceps.
If he could only know that he was getting me all hot and bothered just trying to figure out what he was going to do next. He told me to position myself and I did. Here I was with my chest pressed against one of the Hottest men on the planet, and I was at his mercy (and loving every second!). He then reached down and picked up the EZ curl bar, which had no weights on it. He took a widest grip possible, grabbing the bar at each end. He then took a massive breath and held the bar in front of him (we were both facing the wall mirrors) at the height of his pecs and while he was facing the mirror he asked me if I had ever seen anyone bend a bar? Instantly and in my own mind I could not believe he was going to do this. I was so in awe of Dave by this time that I did not even answer his question… and all he could say was, "Cat gotcha tongue…well Shane, now your gonna feel the power" and with that he started his attempt to bend the bar.
At first nothing happened, then after a few seconds I could feel the muscles in his back literally growing beneath my chest. His pecs felt like rock hard marble under my hands, and I moved my hands around his pecs to feel the striations on his veins as he was pouring on 325 pounds of muscle to bend the bar that had to be at least 2 inches thick. As soon as I started feeling his pecs, he roared in one of the deepest voices I have ever heard… " Yeah, feel those pecs boy, rock hard muscle powering up just for you" And as ever muscle addict knows, that just fueled me even more as I was massaging his pecs. It was as if my touching and feeling his pecs was feeding him more power. Later, he did tell me that he almost came in his shorts when I was doing this.
By this time about a minute had passed, he told me to grab his biceps and start to feel their power…within seconds I was onto his pecs. Each of my hands was feeling his biceps, which by this time were not only peaked out to at least 26", but it was the heat and the fact that it was like I was grabbing onto hardened granite. As I was massaging his arms, he started moaning and the only word I could make out was "YEAH"…which he kept saying over and over in different tones. By this time, the heat coming from his body was intense, and as I was looking into the mirror and still keeping my hands on his biceps, I noticed the bar was beginning to bend. Oh my freakin god, this dude was actually bending a solid iron curling bar.
As I was looking into the mirror, it was actually happening. Dave was bending the EZ curl bar as if it was nothing at all. The bar could not hold out against the pure brute force of Dave's massive bicep strength. The bar continued to bend and I increased the intensity of my bicep massaging of his biceps. You had to be there to feel the pure force of his biceps which felt like they were actually growing as time was passing. Finally, the bar could not handle the force any more and he was able to bend the bar till it was now in the shape of horseshoe.
I released my grip and he held the bar up in the air with one hand and simply said" YEAH, PURE FUCKIN POWER…EVEN IRON BARS CAN'T STOP ME"….with that, he dropped the bar to the ground and turned around to face me. He started to flexing his massive arms for me which were so wet with sweat, that it actually looked like I had oiled them up for him. I could tell he was getting as hot as a firecracker because his cock was stretching the fabric of the shorts and I could see how thick and big it was through his shorts. Now he looked at me and asked me if he had ever heard of a "superset"…and I said " sure, why?"
He directed me over to a flat bench and said to lie down, which I did. He then told me to lift up my shoulder blades as he reached his arms underneath my upper body and he did the same under my butt. He then lifted me up and carried me over to the mirror again and positioned me so that I was now his "human barbell" He started curling me up and down. I was in heaven again. Here I thought him bending a 2" bar was hot, but now this stud was curling my 220 pounds to create a pump in his biceps that was even bigger. For me to explain what it felt like to be tossed up and down by one of the most powerful men on the planet is beyond description. He just kept curling me and I could hear him say. " so how does my muscle slave like this.."? I looked up to his eyes and smiled. He knew how I felt because his next comment was about the size of my cock, as I was getting the biggest hard on ever.
For some reason, I managed not to come. Looking back, the reason I did not come is that I was beyond the ability to come I was in total ecstasy. After curling me for about 25 reps he put me down. At this point, we both remained silent for about 10 seconds, when he pulled me close and kissed me intensely for what seemed like an eternity. I did not expect anything like that from this man. Wow, all that power and he has a gentle side to him as well. He told me that even though he told me before, he wanted to say it again to me that he could not believe he had found me? All I could think of us was it was me that was lucky to have found him. By now, it was about 2 in the morning and he asked me if he could show him one more sign of his power. Now, who am I to argue? I said.
"YEAH"! He said ok. So he started looking around the room again and found his next target. Dave told me he was going to try something he had always wanted to try, but because he knew how I had reacted to what he had done so far he knew this would blow my mind beyond comprehension. But he also reminded me of how I helped him bend the bar by the mere touch of my hands to his muscle and that he might need "assistance" with his next challenge. I assured him that would be no problem.
With that, he walked across the room as if he were going to walk out the door. But, he stopped and turned towards me and looked me in the face with a really serious look on his face. I knew this meant that what he was going to attempt next was going to be colossal. He then placed his body inside the doorjamb and stretched his arms outward until his hands were flat against the side of the doorjamb. So before me now was Dave, who after performing all the other feats of strength tonight was going to try and bend the metal frame that surrounded the door. His arms were pumped to the max and he still had thick veins criss crossing his chest as well as stretching up and down his arms. He spread his legs in a wide stance and to give you an idea of what he looked like, just remember the old Hercules movie and that will give you an idea. He started applying pressure to the metal frame and immediately, I moved closer to him and started to worship his muscles to give him the extra strength and power he would need. I started with his traps, moving my hands over his massive mounds of hard flesh and muscle and instantly, he started to emit a low growl (this made my cock stand at attention immediately and I also glanced down, and noticed that his cock was also hard as rock) I then moved towards his massive chest, which was heaving up and down with his breathing and started massaging his hard pecs. I got a little more intense and started to flick his nipples as well, which caused him to growl a little louder. After some time of playing with his nipples, I decided to step up my "assistance" to Dave, and I started to lick and chew on his nips (very gently of course). and this just drove him nuts. The growls turned to "YEAH….Shane, chew this muscle daddy's nips". Fuck, I felt like I was creating a monster and yes I was, but it was my muscle monster. All the while, he was still putting intense pressure on the doorframe, determined to at least bend it outward a little. (He later told me that was his goal, just to bend it a little and not to bring the building down.)
By now he had been applying intense pressure to the frame for about 5 minutes and I was getting hot just from the heat that was coming off his body. I also noticed that sweat was starting to run down his chest towards his abs, and I immediately started licking his sweat. After this I stood up, and after the reaction I got from using my tongue on his chest, I decided to apply the same "assistance" to his biceps, which by this time looked like two huge expanding footballs. And by this time, the veins in his arms had multiplied and I started licking his biceps with such intensity, that I felt I had left this world and I was floating. Here I was, licking the biceps of this huge mountain of muscle, as he was trying to bend the frame of a metal door! I attacked his left bicep first, using my tongue like I never have before. I started licking the outer arm, then moved over the peak, licking the throbbing veins as well. I was only beginning to imagine Dave's power when I felt the blood that was flowing through these ever increasing veins on his arms. And still, he was growling with pleasure at my offers of "assistance". I then moved to a part of his arm that I had wanted to lick since he started with me earlier this evening, his armpits. Little did I know that when I did this, I would throw Dave into Hyperdrive. Within seconds of me licking his hot and sweaty pits, I felt his entire body surge with what I can only describe as a "second wind of power" It was like he suddenly got a surge of strength and with this I noticed that the frame of the door was actually beginning to bow outward a little.
I continued licking his left armpit, and then moved immediately to his right arm and specifically his right armpit. That was it, as soon as I started to lick his right pit, he became like some sort of savage muscle animal. If I did not already feel safe and secure with Dave, I might have been frightened because he started uttering low primal growls that got louder and louder until I knew the frame was bowing outward more. Oh my god, he was doing it. He was bending the metal frame of a door that was encased in concrete outward. He continued pressing outward for a minute more and then he stopped. Afterward, he told me that he stopped because he knew that if he continued, he might have actually brought the building down. He stepped out of the doorway and walked towards me and stood facing me for a second, then we both just looked at what his massive power had accomplished. He looked at me straight in the eyes and said that if it were not for me, he never would have been able to do what he just done. He then grabbed me and pulled me towards him and started giving me a bear hug. He was using just enough strength to prove how strong he was but not enough to crush me. Here we were, two muscle men (although one bigger than the other), hugging each other. He held me close to him for what seemed like an eternity and released me, only to tell me that he would like it very much if I would come home with him, as he would like nothing more than to wake up next to me. I looked at him with a puzzled look and jokingly said, "Only if I can rest my head on that massive chest of yours after I give you one of the best rub downs you have ever had."