The Exchange
by David Michael Roberts
A story by David Michael Roberts dedicated to his friend David ChanNING artist extraordinary
Chapter One
What the hell! I’m 56 and still in great shape after 40 years of serious bodybuilding with a string of titles to my name. I’m a grandfather and here I am with this nineteen year old with his legs on my shoulders and his hands pulling his balls up out of the way so I can shove in all the way!
“OH fuck me daddy, you big hairy muscle god! Shove your big thick man meat up my hole! OH yeah…!”
I’m only too happy to oblige. This guy is cute and muscled. He’s my bottom bitch for tonight. It was a good competition and I enjoyed being a judge again, right up there with the best view of all that beautiful muscle. I could practically taste it and in one pose-down some actual sweat hit me in the face. But this guy – yes! he won in his junior class “Junior Mr Britain”,- this guy is up real close and personal. Shit! He can’t get enough of me.
“Yeah! You want cock and I’ve plenty of cock to give you boy! Unmmmm! You like that?”
“Oh yes sir! Thank you sir! I’ll do anything for you sir!”
“Then pull on my tits boy! Real hard. Aaaagh! You clever little sod.”
We’ve been going at it for 40 minutes – that’s with my cock drilling him. There was plenty of flexing and licking and sucking before that and he nearly went mad when I ate his arse. And didn’t the little fucker groan when we sixty-nined. We were nice and sweaty when he begged me to shove it in. I can keep going for a long time – energy and control. Mary, my wife liked that. Lots of foreplay and a good long fuck. I used to make her cum plenty before I let go myself. But that was then. I had a past with men before I married her at 23.
You see, I always loved men’s bodies and the perfection that bodybuilding made possible. I started in the gym at 16 and was competing and winning two years later. At 20 I was Junior Mr Britain. I knew early on what it was to be “approached” by men who were into muscle. I was only interested in fellow muscle freaks. Once I’d been in a lot of comparison posing at a judging. It was really intense and this other guy and I were tired and sweaty through all the oil and fake tan. When the judges finally let us go he bear-hugged me and whispered in my ear “Hey fucker! Fancy a bit of fun? Your hotel or mine?” He was superb – ripped, huge, freaky even, perfect. I wanted him like buggery fuckity mad.
“Yours” I said. “As fucking quick as you like!”
My posers were practically ripped to shreds with a boner to end all boners as we fled the stage. We had magnificent sex all afternoon and appeared later in the show and to my surprise they’d given me the first place. He hugged me again to congratulate me and whispered “I want more! I want the Junior Mr to fuck my brains out!” And that’s what I did.
Thirty six years ago and look at me now! Another Adonis gagging for it. Oh! Holy fuck! This feels so good. He’s so tight and eager and shit! has he got muscle control when he grips my cock like that? Let’s explore what I can do to reward him.
“Oh sir! Yeah! There like that . Oh God! That’s ……. Awwwgggh”
He’s wanking himself like crazy so I’ll slow down. I can feel his arse going mental around my cock. Look at his tits – nice pecs and he’s showing nice striations and really hard nips.
“Oh daddy! You’re gonna make me cum. Oh ! Oooooh!”
“We aim to please boy”
Look at that cock! Nice and meaty, thick and long and veined. It’s gonna blow any moment and his balls are boiling up nicely. Yeah! His tackle is worthy of the rest of his champion’s body.
“OH! Fuck me now! Real hard. Shove it and don’t sto…..p!”
Here he goes. Wow! He’s given himself a face-full and now a mouth-full.
“Keep fucking. Oh god! Oh shit! MMMMMM! Yeah! Yeah! Just leave it up there a moment.”
He’s really turned me on and after a few moments I pull out of him. I need release myself and I crawl up him and kneel over his chest. I pull off the condom and start to pound my dick. He’s lying there reaching up for my chest and stroking my right tit. He’s got his mouth open and his tongue out.
“OK. If that’s what you want you’ve got it.”
He’s got his finger up my arse and he’s driving me crazy. I shoot wad after wad all over his face as he licks and slurps and tries to catch it. I feel like a twenty year old again and when I’m finally spent I collapse on to him and laugh and then we kiss and eat each other and clean each other like a pair if cum-hungry pervs.
Oh boy! the joys of bodybuilding. Happy memories from four years ago. But then, you may wonder how I got to this point in my life.
Chapter Two: My Story So Far
Yes! It really is forty years since I started pumping iron. I’d just gone into sixth form (16 – 18yrs in English secondary schools – sometimes “Sixth form Colleges separate from the schools) The P.E. chap was huge, bulging out of his sweats. He explained that we had to engage in one and a half hours’ physical exercise each week. This could be team games, athletics or circuit training. I opted for the gym. The second week he came in to check on me and the other four lads.
“Everything OK lads”
“Yes thank you sir!”
“Keep at it. I’ll be back in 45 minutes”
When he came back the others disappeared and I cornered him, my eyes running over his gigantic frame.
“Come on lad. In the showers!”
He went ahead and to my amazement was there naked. A mass of rippling, shredded, mountainous muscle. I stepped into the shower area and screwed up my courage.
“Sir. You know there are weights in the gym – dumbells and a couple of bars and some plates. Would it be possible to devise a programme with more weights. I wouldn’t mind being a bit bigger and stronger.”
“Well – the equipment is pretty limited and I couldn’t give you the supervision you really need. I guess the best is for me to do as you ask, to incorporate more weights into the circuit and maybe on Friday after college I could show you some basics for half an hour or so.”
I’d turned away from him by now to hide my raging cock.
“That’d be great sir.”
“Name?”
“Archie McKenzie sir”
“Couldn’t get more Scottish than that! OK Archie McKenzie – Friday 4.00 p.m. it is”
I was so chuffed. I couldn’t wait for Friday and when it came there I was in a tank top and pair of baggy white shorts. He was kind and utterly professional and after 40 minutes I was cream-crackered! But I loved it and I loved being with him. I went home and went over in my mind all that I’d been shown and I wanked myself off the fucking planet.
It wasn’t long before we had exhausted the possibilities of the school gym equipment.
“Really, you could do with joining a regular gym. I could get you student rates the gym where I train. Do you know the Amazon Gym in Shropham St.”
“Yeah! I’ve passed it a few times”
“Come along on Saturday morning at 10.00 and we’ll talk to Dan who runs it.”
So I joined the Amazon Gym. Great space, loads of machines and weights and real friendly guys. I loved it and all the help I got from “Sir” and from Dan and I soon found my way around and started to make progress. In the spring the club got a group to go to a competition to support a member. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The guys on stage were incredible. I was fascinated by the juniors, two of them only seventeen years old. I decided then and there that I’d be on stage in a year’s time.
I worked hard and trained hard. The discipline from the bodybuilding spilt over into my academic work and I was getting good grades. My parents needn’t have worried! I came out of college and went up to the local university so that I could stay at Amazon. I competed at 18 yrs old and placed well. I had a break from competition until I was 20 due to going up to uni. I didn’t realise how well I’d kept up the training until I was on stage and wiping out the competition. I qualified for the Britain finals and won Jr Mr. “Sir” had become “Gavin” now and he was really made up with my success. I could hear him, Dan and the other lads cheering in the audience.
For me, in these years, sex was kind of experimental. I scored pretty easily with girls and liked them. I lost my virginity at 17. I also had encounters with men – always other bodybuilders. I felt so sexy, pumped up after a workout or after a competition. I preferred being on top until one time I met this really big, dominant guy and I found my legs in the air and I was being filled up with a big hard prick. No experience is wasted and I liked it. Even though I was the one being fucked I felt as though I was in charge.
After all, he needed me and my arse to get his rocks off. I can still remember him plugging me and saying “Cum for me. Shoot it!” There’s nothing like shooting your cream with a good thick cock rammed up you. Nothing.
After graduation I had a break from competition. I needed to get on with my career as a trainee solicitor. There were a lot of professional exams and the pace was pretty tough. It was at this time that I met Mary who was working as a secretary in the office. I remember her face the first time she saw me shirtless.
“Oh Archie! You’ve got muscles. You’re amazing. I don’t know what to say”
She was turned on by me and I guess I was turned on by the idea of her being turned on, if that doesn’t sound too convoluted. Our relationship got going and we had good sex. Looking back I realise that she told me I was gorgeous and built more often than I told her she was beautiful. Maybe there’s a psychology of bodybuilding, a kind of narcissistic self regard that needs feeding.
We were married in 1974 when I was 23. I had started training seriously and competing again. Mary supported me at home and also by coming along to the shows. She wouldn’t come into the pump-up room though, she just stayed in the auditorium. Our first daughter Angela was born in 1976 and Elaine in 1979. I remember them as kids giggling and asking daddy to show his muscles.
All this time I was keeping up with bodybuilding friends and occasionally having sex with guys. I loved Mary and the girls. But I also needed that hard sex with another man, someone whose body I understood and could “play” like my own.
In 1992 Mary died. The girls were 16 and 13 and I was 41. Mary had seen me crowned Mr Britain and also as runner-up in the NABBA Universe competition. The local papers made a lot of the “lawyer with the muscles.”
I was shocked at being left on my own. I felt I needed a change of direction. Mary’s last illness had taken twelve months. She had been brave but I knew how hard it was for her and how awful it was for the girls. I felt selfish keeping up some training, but really the workouts kept me sane. Three months after the funeral I resigned from the firm and bought a gym in the town. I was able to invest quite a lot of money on new equipment and smartening the place up. NABBA recruited me as a Judge and I enjoyed my new role as a “muscle guru”. I was also persuaded to compete in the Masters’ category and later in the Seniors. I still enjoyed the competing and strutting my stuff in the tiny posers that were then coming into vogue. I enjoyed winning even more.
All this gets us to 2010 and me meeting Barney the incredible junior Bodybuilder and giving him the expert and extended attention he craved – no! I’ll alter that – we both craved.
Chapter Three: Where do we go from here?
Barney and I lay there. We both fell into a deep sleep. I woke up to find him sucking me off! It was a while since I’d had such a wake-up call. I relaxed and let go. I gave him a mouth-full and he swallowed the lot.
“God! You taste good and you shoot a fucking huge load!”
“Well! You’ve got quite a mouth on you. You can drive a guy wild with that tongue licking and slurping.”
It was time to go home. The competiton had been in Southport, not all that far from Manchester where I lived and ran the gym. Barney seemed reluctant to get going.
“Just a bit longer. Another fuck! You know you want to!”
“I know I do but I have to get home and see my girls and the grand-kids. What about you? Where do you live?”
“Oh! A student Hall in Fallowfield. Not far from your place. It’s Ok in term-time but my parents have chucked me out. They hate the bodybuilding. My dad’s in “public life” and is terrified the press might get wind of me and my life choice. They don’t understand what it takes to get where I am. I work hard at my studies but really I’d love just to get bigger and bigger until I look really scary! People don’t understand the sort of imperative we’re under. It’s a quest for power and beauty and dominance and sheer brute physicality.”
“Mmmm. Look! I’ve really got to go. Perhaps I can give you a lift.”
“No! It’s Ok. I’m meeting up with a friend who came to support me. He and I were sharing a room, but he’s used to me disappearing. We’ll drive back together. I’d like to see you again, though.”
“Come and see the gym next Saturday afternoon. We can work out together and then spend some time together.”
“Great. Here’s my number, also my Email address”
I couldn’t wait. The week really dragged and I was pretty fired up when he walked in. I can tell you he caused a few heads to turn. They continued to stare as we racked up the weights and egged each other on. I was super testosterone-charged when I locked up the place and we went home. We ripped off each other’s sweaty training gear and were at it on the floor – furious macho sex and hard fucking. I had him doggy style, standing, on his side and then on his back and I creamed him from inside. He sobbed and gasped and groaned and begged and he shot bucket-loads. I stayed in him as I fucked him through his after shocks and blasted deep inside him.”
“Wow! You know how to deliver Mr.”
“I sure do, boy. But so do you! Look. Have a shower and we’ll have something to eat and then I want to talk to you”
I cooked a meal of fish and vegetables and we sat and talked. He was easy company and we both clearly felt relaxed with each other. It was really nice to have someone in the house.
“What do you do in the uni vacations if you can’t go home?”
“Well, sometimes I go home with my friend Adam – like at Christmas. Last year, in the long vac I got a job in a holiday camp doing maintenance. It came with some pretty cruddy accommodation. Last Easter I stayed in the student hall and did gardening, but it’s always a bit worrying not knowing if anything is going to turn up. Still, I’ve been pretty lucky so far.”
“Yeah. I can imagine. Look! Here’s an offer. I’ve got four bedrooms here. The girls both live near so don’t need to come and stay. The grand-kids come and stay occasionally. This is a big place for one and if you like, you’re welcome to have the big guest-room as a study bedroom. You could earn your keep doing some gardening and we could really get down to managing your training. You can train at my place and I will understand your dietary needs and, anyway, I’d really enjoy the company. I hate living alone, so what do you think?”
“Wow! That’s quite an offer out of the blue – shacking up with my muscle daddy and him building me up!”
“Aw! Come on. Don’t take the mickey!”
“I’m sorry Archie! This is more than I could have dreamt. I’ll need to think about it. One thing is important. We need to understand that the bodybuilding is important to me – to both of us. But the course at Uni is just as, probably, more important. I want to do well and get a good degree. My tutor says I could get a first.”
“I was counting on you saying exactly that. Let me know when you’re ready. No pressure.”
And that’s what he did. He said “Yes please” and moved in at the end of term in time for the Easter vac. The girls were amused that Daddy had a “Lodger”. Barney did the work he had been set for the vacation and we devised a routine for his training. He took a break from competition. His aim was to go in next as a novice, but needed to pack on some real size and maintain definition.
We were having really great sex all the time this was going on. It wasn’t long before we noticed a connection between the sex and the training. I’d always been a night-time guy – a good fuck and then sleep. Barney was a morning guy. He’d wake up with a raging hard-on and we’d be at it. He loved being fucked and I was happy to oblige. I loved the seraphic smile after he’d blown his nuts and I had responded by shooting my own load deep inside him. Yeah! I know. We were bare-backing. It was a risk which we decided we ought to check on, with aids testing for both of us. We found we were both clean and so carried on. It’s true – an unsheathed cock feels wonderful inside a tight hole. And as for getting fucked – well, feeling all that jizz shooting and landing deep inside is magic! So fulfilling and kind of “connecting.”
He used to yell out “Yeah daddy! Give me your muscle-cum. It’s like having roids pumped inside me the best way!”
That’s when I realised. After sex, with his arse blitzed and creamed, he was mad to get to the gym. He trained like a demon. He got so fucking pumped and vascular it was unreal. It made me light-headed to watch him.
“Oooooh fuck, Archie! See what you’re doing to me. Look what your dick is powering me to do! Build me. Sculpt me. Change me. MAKE ME GROW FUCKING HUGE!”
Having made the connection, we just went for it. Hard sex followed by superhuman workouts. He started to grow and mature. He wasn’t a boy any more. He was getting bigger and harder, more angular, more rugged. I was loving what we were doing, loving the sex and the transformation we were achieving together. This was just over a year after we’d first met. He was a very handsome man whose friends wanted to know what was changing him so fast. He’d grin and just touch his nose.
Then it seemed to move up a notch. One morning we were having fantastic sex. We both had great control. I was deep inside him, really ramming it home with my balls slapping against him, doggy style. He looked over his shoulder and I leaned forward and kissed him. I could feel him wanking beneath me.
“Turn me over. I need to see you and I want you to watch.”
He was on his back with his balls pulled out of the way. I shoved in and started to fuck again –pure bliss with all that muscle and youth under me. He let go of his balls and started to wank again. He had a beautiful, big thick uncut cock and he was doing himself well.
I felt his arse start to twitch. It was going mad round my rod and he started to moan. I slowed a bit, just to give him a chance and to feel what was happening for him. He started to groan louder and I felt his arse really grip on me very hard.
“Fuck Archie! Fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked anyone. This is going to be the big one. Oh holy, fucking shit. Oh my God! I’m cumming. Come with me Archie – over the edge together.”
I looked at him. His eyes were wide, but the pupils were dilated and the irises dark. The cords and veins on his neck and shoulders were bulging and knotted. The effect, if that is what it was, passed down to his shoulders and chest almost as though he was throwing the most intense most-muscular pose. His right arm, while he was wanking, was rippling with muscle and veins, every muscle engorged and bulging. His glutes and quads were likewise huge and flexed in a kind of ecstasy. Then, it almost looked as though this incredible anatomical display, this transformation, was being lit from inside him. I didn’t know what the hell was going on. In fact, I worried that something awful might be happening, even though the feelings I was having were like nothing I had ever known.
“Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaah! Oh yeees! Give it me Archie. Give me all you’ve fucking got!”
I was incredibly excited – overcharged even, like I was going to blow all my fuses as he came, crying and sobbing and yelling and spurting and shooting. I let go and felt my man juice launch off deep inside him. I’m a big shooter, but I’d never delivered such a load in my life and this was going on and on for both of us. When he couldn’t keep any more inside him my jizz was dripping out of his arse around my dick and he was covered with his own cum.
I looked down at him and he stared back at me. We locked eyes and I saw something new in him, something strong and dominating. I felt his whole body hardening beneath me, and as he smiled and shifted I could swear that he seemed to be getting bigger. We uncoupled and stared unbelieving, both of us wondering what the hell had happened.
“What the fuck was that?” said a deep voice that I hardly recognised as Barney’s
“I don’t know. Can you just get up and let me look at you?”
He stood, naked and sweat soaked beside the bed. The curious luminescence was dying down, but the amazing vascularity was still apparent.
“Go in the bathroom and look at yourself. I’ll get a tape measure.”
He was standing there, open mouthed when I returned. I taped his chest at 52inches, and the pecs and lats seemed to be pushing the tape out. 53, 54 – bloody hell! The arms did the same swelling through 19 inches to a raging 21. His delts were like huge footballs pushing out from mountain-range traps. His abs seemed to be swelling into boulders, like some granite wall, while his already small waist was getting smaller and tighter. Quads and glutes had also swolen, as had his calves. After about half an hour his veins returned to normal and the process seemed to stop. Barney was entranced. He stood there, flexing and tensing his monstrous muscles while I stood there admiring, no! worshipping the massive beauty and perfection before me.
“Fuck me! They’re not going to believe this down the gym. Not anywhere. This is freaky – and I look freaky. A regular muscle freak. Right on!”
My mouth had gone dry as I looked at the body I had always hoped I might have but had never achieved.
“Guess it’s time to get down the gym and put some of this to the test!”
We went off and unlocked the place. Some of the early regulars were already in the car park or waiting at the door. “Hi Archie!” “Hiya Barney, you beast!” But it was when we got in and Barney stripped to his usual string strapped Y back vest that they stared. “Fucking hell! My God ! What the…..”
Barney racked up the plates and started slow curling an impossible 100 kilos. The veins were like ropes with that sexy vein running down each straining and bulging bicep, his forearms knotted with muscle and sinew. Nobody trained. They just stood and watched. One or two took photos on their phones. They were on Youtube within the hour.
The news of this new potential star spread. We even had “spies” coming to check out the competition within the week. It felt as though all hell was about to break loose.
After his workout Barney went off to uni. I did my day in the gym with various clients. My assistant arrived for the evening shift and I went home. Barney was already in the house looking very pleased with himself.
“Looks as though you had a good day!”
“Yeah! Good marks for my essay and boy! didn’t people notice me in my nice tight white tee shirt! In fact, Archie, everything’s tight now. I’m feeling like the Hulk about to burst out of my things!”
“Hmmm, we’d better see to some new clothes for you. Also we need to talk. I don’t know what happened here last night. It felt amazing, but I’m almost scared to risk it again.”
“Well I’m not. You know what they say – “Never too Big”.”
“That’s all very well. I understand growing muscle with training and food and supplements. But this is something else”
I was so wary that we laid off sex for about ten days. Barney was getting really edgy and one morning I woke to find him all over me, begging me for a fuck. I was missing it too and it wasn’t long before we were at it, with me screwing him for all I was worth and him begging for it harder and rougher and deeper. We came together in a screaming and howling chorus and then realised that nothing weird had happened.
That’s the way it stayed through the rest of that term and until Barney was in his third year a few months from degree exams and graduation. He’d kept up the training with the best workouts straight after sex. His chest taped 55 and waist 34. Because he had the shoulders to support it all he still looked elegant and proportioned, especially with arms taping 24 cold.
Then it happened again. I had woken before him. It was late autumn and still dark. He had thrown the duvet off and I just sat up and looked at all the naked, muscled beauty lying beside me. I leaned over and started licking his right nipple. He stirred and I put my hand between his legs. What a cock! That had grown too! Suddenly he woke.
“Now Archie! Now! You’ve got to do it now! Fuck me!”
I went down on him, sucking his gigantic dick, stroking and caressing him. His response was fierce, almost angry, urgent and hungry. There is a danger that every couple get into a well established routine. Maybe we had. I needed this too, and it wasn’t long before I was in him, pumping away, hard and deep, just as I knew he liked. Then it seemed as though I was being pulled further inside him. My own cock seemed to grow and reach deeper into his eager warmth.
“Put me on my back” he ordered.
There we were fucking with his legs on my shoulders and me wondering where I was reaching inside him when the veins started breaking the surface and the muscles started bulging and flexing of their own volition. The curious luminescence came next. He’d noticed it too, and he reached over and switched off his light. His whole body with its extraordinary musculature was lit from within.
“Oh fuck! I feel like I’m cumming all over – out of every pore in my body. It’s almost too much to bear! Archie, whatever you do, don’t stop. I love your big hairy cock and I need you to do this for me. Give me your juice and work your fucking magic!”
I fucked as hard as I could while at the same time was distracted by what was happening. It wasn’t just what I was feeling but what I was seeing, while at the same time wondering what was going to happen next. I felt incredibly hard and huge in him, almost painfully so. Then I knew I couldn’t stop. Were we possessed? Whatever the explanation we powered away until with a deep guttural groan he came, aiming his cock at me. Spunk was running down my chest and dripping off my nipples as he writhed and bellowed beneath me. It was the most exciting thing ever and I felt my own build up.
“Oh shiiiit! Here it comes! All for you fucker! Yeah! Yeeeeaah! Yeeeeeaaaaahhhh!”
I was super hard in there and I couldn’t pull it out. His arse had me gripped so tight I just had to wait as once more we looked at each other not comprehending what we had let loose. When we finally uncoupled we went into the bathroom.
The same process was underway. The body was having another spurt of growth with the skin stretching even tighter over the huge muscles, with veins popping and eerie striations showing in every muscle group. Chest 60 inches, waist 34, quads 32, arms a cool 25 with a beautiful high peak.
We were quickly off to the gym – this time early enough to avoid curious onlookers. I couldn’t believe the workout that ensued and just gazed in awed silence at the pumped up version in the locker room.
“ God, Archie! I just love this. I love being superhumanly freaky and amazing. I never want to be ordinary. I want people to look at me and lust for me, envy me or just plain faint! Yeah! They can be frightened of my massive dominance!”
“It’s mind boggling. You’re going to be the greatest bodybuilder in the world. I’m glad I’m around to see it.”
Chapter Four: The Genie is Out of the Bottle
Once again word got out, but this time Barney kept his sweats on and avoided prying eyes. He was also working hard for his final exams. When they came he felt he’d done well. So he had. A first class degree and the offer of a year to do his Master’s. I was made
up because I had been dreading that graduating might mean him moving away.
He stayed and I realised that in my sixtieth year I had fallen in love with a 23 yr old. Oh! The folly of old age.
It was about this time that a change in our approach to lovemaking came about. There was an interval of a few months during which nothing unusual happened. Then, one Sunday evening after a fairly busy weekend, we’d had some supper and were chilling out in front of the t.v. Suddenly Barney jumped up.
“God! I can feel it starting again. It’s incredible. I feel so strong and invincible. Archie! I’ve got to have you now – this minute. But this time is going to be different. I’m fucking you.”
“Oh! You are, are you?”
“Yeah. It’s like I’m being compelled. Maybe I can give you back something of what you’ve given me. I don’t know, but we’ve got to do this.”
Then he actually picked me up, carried me upstairs and dumped me on the bed. He tore my clothes off and just as quickly got naked himself. We were kissing and caressing, licking and teasing. His eyes had that hypnotic look as he rolled me on my back and lifted my legs. His cock looked gigantic. I was wondering if I could take it. After all it was a while since I’d been screwed. I didn’t have to wait long. He was in me like a battering ram.
“Shit!” I cried.
“Sorry Archie! Don’t worry. It’ll be all right.”
It felt as though my guts were being rearranged and I was wondering if my stretched hole would ever close up again. He got into a rhythm and the pounding grew more intense. His eyes were rolled back up in his head and then the veins and muscles started to tense and show ever harder. There was that eery glow beginning, strange and compelling all at the same time as it illuminated his unbelievably powerful beauty from within. He was growing huge inside me and I wondered just how far he was reaching. Surely he had breached my second sphincter.
“Oh Archie, you lovely man, my muscle daddy, I owe so much to you and I want to repay you in the only way I know!”
I was completely in his power and after the initial shock I began to become accustomed to what was happening. His fucking got ever more intense and powerful. I was wondering how any man could deliver in this way, so long, so hard. I was also amazed at my own capacity to take such a battering. We got to a point where I was practically seeing stars. He spoke to me in that deep voice while the inner-light seemed, as it were, to be breaking out of him and lighting the room.
“Oh fuck! This is too much! I feel like one gigantic cock about to blow. Oh Archie! Get ready……….!!!!!
I felt him explode inside me, again and again. He went off like krakatoa. As he did so, to my surprise I came too, almost involuntarily. We were soaked in sweat and gallons of cum and totally exhausted. He collapsed on me and we fell asleep.
We woke about an hour later. He looked at me and seemed disappointed.
“Well? What do you feel like?”
“Just the same really. No! My skin seems tighter, more elastic. It’s probably the sweat and stuff drying on me!”
He looked at me and smiled.
“Oh well! I just thought…”
We went into the bathroom and showered. He was quicker than me and was out and getting dressed as I stood there. I looked in the big mirror. It was still me, but the curious tightness persisted. I looked more closely. Could it really be that those “laughter” lines around my eyes and mouth had disappeared? And were my eyebrows darker than I remembered? I looked down at my pubes. They seemed darker too.
“Wishful thinking” I said to myself as I went to get dressed.
Nothing was said and eventually we got ready for bed.
Next morning over breakfast Barney looked at me and said “You look really good today. Sort of well and happy. You must tell me what moisturiser you’re using because it sure does a good job.”
I laughed and didn’t say much. He was out of the house before me and I went back into the bathroom and stripped. I was taking note very carefully of the image before me.
One of the things that happens as you get older is that your skin gets slacker. That’s why some of the over 50s in bodybuilding competitions can look a bit bizarre. They can often have fantastic muscles, but in some poses that slackness and looseness of the skin shows up in puckers and wrinkles.
I stood in front of the mirror and did a side chest pose – straight, hard mounds of pec and well defined cleavage with no puckers. The same happened when I hit a most muscular. Hard as fuck. Then I noticed that my hair was darker – all over my body. If something was happening to me as a result of last night, it was slower than the growth spurts that Barney had experienced. I shrugged these thoughts off and got ready for work. It only took me 20 minutes to get to the gym. The place was already open and I could hear the weights clanking and the guys grunting and shouting. My assistant looked up as I walked in.
“Have you taken to dyeing your hair you vain bugger?”
“No I bloody haven’t.”
“Ha! Whatever it is you’re on, I wouldn’t mind some myself!”
“I’m not “on” anything!” I replied. Even so I kept covered up and out of the way most of the day, except for a couple of guys and a girl who came in for personal training. At the end of the day I made for home and got our meal on the go. Barney came in.
“Hi Barney! I need you to come in the bathroom with me and take a look. I think something’s happening.”
I stripped off and stood there naked. Barney stared and walked around me. He touched me and leaned closer.
“What the fuck?! You ARE different. Not bigger, but tighter and harder. I swear you look younger. I rather liked your grey pubes, but you’re dark down there now. Also, that balding patch has gone. That’s weird.”
The process went on for about ten days by which time I looked so different that I sent in sick. Elaine, my daughter came to see us and she nearly fainted.
“Daddy! Have you had work done? You look at least ten years younger. Just tell me how you do it!”
I blagged her about it but had already been wondering how to explain the transformation. Not only did I look younger, but I felt younger and stronger. Barney and I had a workout together behind locked doors in the gym. I was keeping up with him much better than usual. As was often the case he was pretty horny afterwards – in fact he came on to me big time in the showers.
“Archie, I’ve got to have you now, here. This isn’t just ordinary lust or horniness. I have this incredible compulsion that can’t be denied.”
In a moment we were at it. He took me standing, held in his arms and impaled on his huge dick. As he fucked and shoved and pushed into me he threw his head back. His eyes were closed. I was transported by the power and strength enveloping me. We kissed long and hard and as we broke free he opened his eyes. Once again his pupils were dilated and I felt him harden and swell against me. His dick was huge in me, thick and very long. Then came the veins and the striations on all those magnificent muscles and the eyes, gazing intently into mine, began to shine, sparkle and glow. The light seemed to interiorise and I felt a heat and power flowing into me. The fucking became maniacal. I didn’t care. He could have broken me, shattered me, I wanted him so much. When he came it was like rivers of warmth breaking inside me. I felt it shoot deep, but so much came that we both felt it flowing out of my arse and down our legs. We were both yelling as I came myself, shooting wads of hot jizz all over his chest and chin. It was a good thing we were alone in the place.
“God Barney. That was unreal. What’s happening to us? I never imagined sex could be like this…”
“It’s more than bloody sex. I want to see what happens to you now. I’m turning my muscle daddy into my muscle bro! We’ll have you looking fucking thirty before we’re done!”
It was an interesting thought, but not without its problems. If it happened, how to explain it?
Once again the process was in train. Wrinkles and slackness were a thing of the past. Muscle quality was improving and there seemed a recovery of some size that I had lost as I grew older. As I looked in the mirror I was trying to guess how much younger I looked. I got out some old photos. The ones from twenty years previously weren’t a direct comparison. I actually looked better, more refined and, dare I say it, better looking now. I seemed to look healthier and fitter, less stressed than the actual forty-year old I was revisiting.
I began to think. What if we couldn’t stop the process? How far might I regress? Was I going to end up in a baby buggy? I liked being forty again, and wouldn’t mind thirty or twenty five, but no less! What was I going to tell the girls who were clearly alarmed by what they had seen? The grandchildren too couldn’t understand it.
Barney and I decided to call a family conference but weren’t sure what we would or could tell them. In the end we decided to play the whole thing down and say that we had made up our minds to take an extended break. The gym could run itself with my assistant in charge and we were going to America for three months to formulate a plan for the future.
It was a great relief to be on the plane – travelling business class as neither of us could fit into economy seats. We had a great deal of attention from one of the male stewards on the flight. He just couldn’t do enough for us.
Chapter Five: Journey’s End – Or Beginning
It was a relief to land at Newark and make it to our hotel in central New York. We got a lot of looks due principally to Barney’s size, but didn’t owe anyone an explanation as to our relative ages.
That night we came in from dinner and Barney turned to me and said “Oh God! Here we go again! Are you up for it? “
“I guess so, but I just wonder how long this is going on for”
We were quickly naked. I’d noticed that there were few preliminaries when the “force” was on Barney.
I was overwhelmed by the sheer beauty and size of my man, by the unbelievable density and quality of the muscle, by the crazy veins and vascularity and the raw power and sexual appetite he was giving out and drawing from me. Every time this happened, we both wondered if it could or would be more intense than last time. We had become attuned to each other both physically and emotionally. I often reflected that the sex we had and enjoyed would break many “lesser” mortals. That’s how it was this time.
I set to, swallowing his gigantic cock and eating his hungry hole while he did the same for me as we sixty-nined. I loved the taste of him and the way he groaned and begged for more – more tongue, more spit, more fingers. We were both oozing precum and lapping each other up. Suddenly he pulled away and stood up. He picked me up and pressed all 220lbs of me overhead, yelling and grunting triumphantly. Then he swung me round and impaled me on his dick. I may have thought I was used to it, but this was something else.
“God! I love you baby. I want to give it all to you. Fuck yeah!”
“Yeah Barney! All the gut wrenching way man! Fuck me like crazy!”
We were face to face as he held me and pushed me down and lifted me up on his mighty fuck pole. It was inhuman, but I wanted him so much I didn’t care how much the pain reached into me. Then I saw his eyes and the veins beneath his paper tin skin bulging and seemingly lighting up. This time I felt something of that strange transformation taking me over too. It was as though my eyes had rolled back into my head and I was looking down a long tunnel. Was I seeing into his mind, able to discern his yearning, his ambition, his power and potential? This was more than two guys fucking in a physical way. This was two supercharged beings reaching into each other and fusing emotionally, spiritually and physically in a unique way. Time seemed to stand still. We were breathless and wordless, but knowing and understanding each other as we had never done before.
As we fucked and fucked and fucked I began to feel what I knew he was feeling too. It was a build up of intensity and sensitivity such as we had neither of us ever experienced before. It was so wonderful and terrible, all at the same time, that I felt, if it built up any more, I/we might die.
From a distance I could hear him moaning. I could hear myself whimpering ecstatically. We were scaling impossible heights of desire, need, fulfilment and eroticism. It seemed as though everything exploded around us and inside us. He shot so much I felt like I was tasting him in my throat. He had me rammed down on his 13 inches while I exploded myself, shooting all over him, all over the ceiling and walls. The world seemed to be made of spunk and jizz and cum. I was feeding him my loads off my fingers and he was greedily eating me while he held me down on his cock, my arse pulsating around his dick. We stayed like that while we came down out of orbit. As we did so I was aware of his cum pouring out of my arse. He turned me over and drank it out of me and then kissed it into me deep and hard.
“Mustn’t waste a drop, babe”, he said. “This is special cum, yours and mine!”
We lay in our sex-wrecked room, our ruined fuck-shack trying to recover. We fell asleep in each other’s arms and woke together. As we looked at each other we both of us realised that this was the last time. This had been “it”. We stood up and looked at each other and both said at the same moment “Holy shit!”
“You look about 25!”
“You’re fucking huge! Let me measure you again.”
He came out at chest 69 inches, waist 33and a half, arms 28, quads 35, calves 27. His traps were enormous starting at his ears and working down to the most impossible delts. The lats were unlike anything I gad ever imagined – his back, relaxed seemed to go on for ever. Superhumanly freaky though it was, it worked and it was beautiful. Yeah, this was the god who had just fucked me into the stratosphere.
“And look at you. You look amazing – so young and buff. OK! You haven’t gained size like me, but it’s not that you’re just younger, you’re body is more defined and toned. We’re gonna take on the world, man! IFBB and Olympia are waiting for us! Fuck yeah!”
And that was last week, just to bring us up to date, four years after Barney and I had our first fuck in Southport.
Now we are having to make plans. Like – how the hell do I get a new passport looking 40 years younger than my photo? Can we stay in the USA? How do we introduce him to the American bodybuilding scene? How soon can he get his pro-card.
Yeah! Life is so full of challenge and interest and I’m young enough amd fit enough to really relish it…
END
This story is by David Michael Roberts. If you have enjoyed it I like to hear from readers on [email protected].