Awakening the Shy Muscleman 2

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It was so painful for Conrad to ask if I’d let him show off his muscles for me sometime you would have thought I was pulling out all of his wisdom teeth at one time. He leaned back against the wall and his face went white. The poor guy had probably waited all of his life to ask someone that favor. The poor schmuck had no idea that a huge majority of the people on earth would die to have a private showing of his body. I stifled a laugh and looked down towards the floor to prevent myself from showing too much enthusiasm. After a few seconds I looked back up at his waiting face.

“I don’t know Conrad. I mean, I don’t think I’d want just a show. I’d want a lot more and I’m not sure you’d like it. I’d want to touch your muscles and feel them. Hell, I’d probably want to kiss and lick them some too. Just watching you flex your body wouldn’t be enough for me. I’d want a lot more, big guy.”

It was Conrad’s turn to stand there with his mouth open wide. My words had affected him just as planned. The guy was probably oozing pre-cum just from my taunting. I gathered by his reaction that everything I suggested was listed on Conrad’s “top twenty-five things I’d like to have done to me before I die” list. His reaction only encouraged me more. I now desired this mega-muscled slab of beef more than anything else in the world. The thought crossed my mind that Conrad was a virgin in many more ways than just this being his first time in a gay bar. My body shivered from excitement as I fantasized about piercing this big man’s cherry. Was it possible that a perfectly formed and untouched god like Conrad truly existed? Had I somehow won the sexual lottery and someone forgot to tell me? I quickly formed my plan of attack to conquer the mountain of muscle that stood before me.

“Hey, Con, you look a little tense there. Let’s do something about that, shall we. Follow me.”

My change of subject caught the big guy off guard. He snapped out of his desire mode and watched me move to a stack of boxes to his right. This particular bar lined a couple of walls with beer crates as a place of storage and a way to provide seating for patrons. I hopped up on a stack of boxes and spread my legs. I looked at the muscleman staring at me and smiled.

“Come to papa, Conrad. Let’s work out some of those knots in your shoulders.”

I patted on the top of the boxes in the space between my legs. Conrad’s excitement and desire helped him to understand what I was suggesting and he turned around and leaned his body back so his ass rested on the corner of the box in front of me. It felt like a second stoned wall was springing up against my body. I felt pinned between two immovable forces. This particular arrangement almost made our heads equal in height. Conrad was careful not to let his body touch mine, but I anticipated as much and reached up to grab his shoulders. My hands were rewarded with the most incredible feeling I had ever experienced. Now, I’ve been with lots of men – big men and small men, muscled men and lean men – but nothing could have prepared me for the way that Conrad’s muscled traps felt. It was like touching concrete warmed by a blazing sun and covered by a thin fabric. I had no idea if the heat radiating from this big man’s body was caused by his fucking awesome muscles, his excitement at being touched by another guy, or by me being so turned own by the hard solid surface my fingers now tried to grab. My hands did not come close to covering the expanse of bulging mountains that stuck out from his neck. I squeezed with all my might and barely dented his tight cloth covered flesh. Conrad must have been able feel it a little because he let out a low groan of pleasure, which actually sounded like the growl of a lion feasting on an antelope. I didn’t let the moment pass without taking advantage of his lapse into newfound feelings of desire. I pulled his upper body backwards until his doorway-sized back came up against my chest. It felt like someone had slammed a huge boulder against my body. This guy wasn’t human; he was some kind of fucking tank. I stopped all motion for a moment to just bask in the pleasure of feeling something so hard, so muscled, and obviously very strong pushed into my body. I found it hard to breathe because my chest and abdominals could not expand much since Conrad’s insanely thick torso was pressed up against me. This inconvenience, however, did not bother me at all. It felt like a thousand tiny fireworks were shooting off from every inch of my skin. Being this close to so much hard muscle was too much for a mere mortal like me to handle. I took as deep a breath as Conrad’s weight would allow me to and I got a strong whiff of an authentic muscleman. It was easy to detect the smell of Dial soap and some kind of herbal shampoo. I also, to my delight, detected the light aroma of sweat mixed with something I couldn’t name. It wasn’t particularly hot in the bar, but I could tell Conrad was perspiring because of something. It suddenly struck me that the other scent I was picking up on was fear. Conrad’s body was very hard, yes, but it was also completely rigid from the mere fact that I had pulled his body against mine. A large smile crept across my face when I realized that Conrad had not taken a breath for the last few seconds. The big boy was overwhelmed by the fact that another man was this close to him. I immediately had an urge to kiss the poor boy, but I knew that would make him fall apart. I let a few more seconds pass before I started massaging his shoulders again. I applied even more pressure and was rewarded with a loud exhale from the big man and then another moan of happiness. I leaned in and whispered in Conrad’s ear.

“How does that feel big guy?”

“Um . . . nice . . .very, um . . . nice.”

He could barely speak. I noticed that his body relaxed slightly and I was actually able to grab a lot more muscle in his traps. This increased massaging made his body fall into mine a little bit more and I could tell the guy was beginning to get into what I was doing. I suddenly became brazen and took advantage of his moment of vulnerability.

“You’ve never been with a guy have you, Conrad?”

Suddenly, his body tensed so much that I again could not squeeze even a slight part of his massive shoulders. I just started rubbing my palms around the bulges that were exploding under my hands.

“That’s okay, Conrad. Really. You have to trust Demetri. Trust me, Conrad. Trust me.”

His body began to relax again and I started massaging his monster shoulders with a little more force than before. I believe the guy actually started purring. We just sat there for a few seconds while I helped him to return to a state of calmness.

“Is it that obvious?”

“The way you ask that question, Conrad, makes me think you judge it a bad thing that you are experiencing all of this for the first time. Why would that be so bad?”

“Well, because . . . I mean . . . because, because I’m sure you’d like to be with someone . . . someone more experienced. Wouldn’t you?”

I almost laughed out loud and began to look around the bar for a hidden camera. Was this guy for real? It could not be possible that there was such an innocent mound of muscle walking around on earth. I felt like pinching myself to see if I was dreaming. The hard muscle being kneaded by my hands convinced me that this was not figment of my imagination. My cock started aching a little from the fact that Conrad’s simple statement turned me on very much.

“Well, I think I have enough experience for the both of us Conrad. Maybe you’d like to find someone else that is relatively new to all of this. It’s possible that you might not like the fact that I’ve been around the block a few times.”

The big guy pulled his body away from mine and then turned his giant upper body sideways so he could see me. His innocent face was unbelievably beautiful and full of some kind of sadness. I suddenly felt a pang in my jaded heart and it was flooded with empathy for this gentle giant.

“Don’t say that Demetri. I noticed you when you first walked in. I didn’t think you’d even notice me, though. I wanted you to talk to me more than anything in the world. You looked so confident and full of experience. That’s why I wanted you – I hoped you’d help me with . . . with what I’m feeling.”

How in the hell was I supposed to be ready for something so unexpected and completely honest? It felt like someone had suddenly sucked all of the cynicism that had developed over the past fifteen or so years right out of my body. I actually felt myself beginning to choke up. I was the Shark for god’s sake. I did not get choked up – over anything. I forced myself to recover from my temporary lapse of sentimentality. I smiled at the monstrous man in front of me and then signaled him to turn back around. My smile must have soothed the big beast, because he did exactly as I suggested. He turned his body forward again and then leaned against my waiting body. This time I slid my arms under his two huge beefy limbs and let my hands rest up against his tight stomach. As soon as my palms touched the shirt covering his abs we both gasped out loud. Feeling the super- emphasized hard muscled speed bumps that lined the front of his body caused my reaction. It was like my hands were resting on ridges of cement. Conrad’s reaction was caused; I’m sure, by the fact that no man had ever touched him that close to his now mega-charged groin area. I was absolutely positive that I could have caused the big man to shoot a jumbo load of cum by merely running my hands up and down his abs. I, however, did not want to waste a precious ounce of his sweet juice in his underwear. I wanted to save his initial man-explosion for my mouth or, possibly, my ass. This guy’s innocence was so intoxicating that I was getting confused about my normal need to be the man that does the plowing. I could see myself offering my tight hole to this muscle god without any reservation. The Shark might have to give into this giant Orca.

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