My First Experience with Muscle
by Londonboy
Part 1
The church I belong to has a very strong gay and lesbian ministry. About 12 years ago I went to a "speaker's ministry" opportunity offered by the group. I had been involved in the ministry for a while and they asked me to person the "welcome" table greeting people as they came to the meeting. I remember looking up and seeing this guy in a white t-shirt and jeans walking up the sidewalk (we met in a courtyard/patio of one of the buildings). My heart jumped the minute I saw this man. He was probably about thirty-four at the time. He had blonde hair - cut short - not really a crew cut, but short. He was about six two and was obviously a bodybuilder. As he walked up I said hello and he smiled an replied hi. I'm pretty bold so I held out my hand and said my name. He grabbed my hand (could have creamed right then if I had not chosen to control myself). His name was Brett and it was his first meeting. I gave him a nametag, did a little small talk (trying hard to impress him) and gave him directions to the meeting.
I think we both KNEW that the other was interested - and not just in the "gaydar" since - we were both at a gay event. I think Brett knew that I wanted to reach up and feel the chest that was straining his shirt. You could see the nipples through the white fabric (something I love). I also knew that he liked the fact that I noticed his body. As he walked away I of course checked out the v-shape of his back and the thick thighs that made him walk a little funny (but I didn't care). I know it sounds like a movie - but he turned around just before he went into the place where the talk was going on. I came in a few minutes later and saw he was sitting up front - no way that I could get near him.
During a break later on Brett sought me out! I saw him looking around and I hoped it was for me - and when he noticed me he came over. (later he told me that he knew from the moment that I walked up to the table that I was into muscle). We chatted a while about the speaker and then moved on to other interests. Brett lived in another part of town but drove to the church because he felt welcomed there. He worked for as a career counselor. He, of course, loved to work out. He asked if I worked out and I told him how I loved to run and how I was training for an upcoming marathon. That seemed to impress him. I took the chance to compliment him - telling him something stupid like "the gym was treating him well." I know he understood what I was saying. The talk started back up and he did not move to go back up front - he walked behind me and sat down beside me. I can honestly remember being rock hard at that moment.
At the end of the talk some friends were going to get something to eat and invited me along. I, of course, took the chance to invite Brett. He said he'd love to come. There were about 10 of us at dinner and I could tell Brett was making sure we sat beside each other. I don't think I would list five of the other people who were there. Brett and I talked most of the evening to just each other. He told me that he had been working out since he was about 12. I asked him if he had any goals from working out - was if for sports or what. He smiled big and said, "no, I just like being big." I knew at that moment I was a pefect fit for Brett - I liked him being big, as well. At one point in the meal he asked me what I liked in a man and I did not hesitate to tell him that I was attracted to men that were bigger than me (I knew that was a safe beginning to disclosing what really turned me on).
Now it was a weird time in my life, I had decided that after three years of sleeping with anything that showed interest in me I had been very patient since moving to LA and had only seen one guy for a short period of time. I was still very new to the dating scene. Brett asked me at the end of the meal if I would like to go bike riding that weekend and I said yes. [In an effort to jump to some good stuff I will tell you that we dated for about five weeks without even kissing - I swear. I look back and am blown away that Brett did not drop me like a lead balloon. Later he told me that he thought I was never going to sleep with him. So on to better stuff.] We went to church together every week and saw each other two-three times a week. It was dinners, movies, a few church activities, and a lot of bike riding.
One day I was outside my apartment working on my truck (sounds butch, but it wasn't - I was changing the oil) when he drove up. He got out of his car in a tank top (the first time I saw him in one) and shorts. I could tell he had just come from the gym. I was on one side of my engine (with the hood up) and he was leaning against the other side resting his forearms on the side of the truck. His arms were huge. We were talking and I just kept staring at his arms. He asked if something was wrong and I just said, "your arms look amazing." He smiled and purposely tensed his biceps. He was toying with me (and probably thought I was toying with him by not doing anything with him). He couldn't stay long but had dropped by to say hello because he knew I was leaving town for work that week.
I returned from my business trip later that week on a Thursday afternoon. I came off the plane thinking about catching a cab outside for the short trip to Santa Monica. As I came into the terminal a flashing red light caught my eye in the crowd (pre-911 days). I thought, "how great! someone has a sign with a flashing light for someone getting off the plane. I looked up and saw that the name was mine! It was Brett in a white button down and jeans. I kind of freaked out but immediately went over and hugged him (remember, we had only shaken hands up to this point, but this just blew me away). He knew that I flew American and he roughly had known what time I was coming in AND he had a friend who worked for the airline that confirmed I was to be on this flight. He told me he had really missed me.
Driving home he seemed different. He was very physical. He put his hand on my leg the entire trip home. I was raging hard by the time we got to my house. NOW for the fun part! He ordered me to leave my bag in the car when we got to my apartment building. I lived in a ten unit building that had a long three-tiered set of steps up to my unit. When I got out of the car he came around and lifted me over his shoulder. I kid you not. He just lifted me over his shoulder and carried me up to the door. When he set me down in front of my door he immediately pressed me against the door with his whole body and kissed me hard. I can still sit here with my dick hard as a rock thinking about that moment. I believe it was the closest thing to perfection that I can remember. It was more than the kiss (which was really nice). It was his hard body pressed up against mine pinning me to the door. I had to stand on tip-toes to kiss him fully.
After a few minutes of kissing we opened the door and stumbled to the sofa. He pulled me down on top of him. It was incredible. We lay there kissing and grinding our crotches together for a long time. I could feel that he was as hard as I was. We paused at one moment and he asked me if there was anything he could do for me. I did not wait a second and told him that I wished he would rip his shirt off. He started laughing and said that he wouldn't rip his button down off, but that he had a t-shirt on underneath and would rip that off. Then he asked why I wanted him to do that. I told him that seeing his muscles revealed for the first time completely that way would really turn me on. He then asked the question I had waited a long time to hear. He asked, "Do my muscles turn you on?" And I said, "very much." His answer to me was just "good" and we continued to kiss.
Part 2
Brett stood up from the sofa and started to unbutton his button down shirt. I quickly told him to stop because I wanted to do that. I started unbuttoning his shirt and stuck my hand in to feel his chest through the t-shirt. It was so solid. I grabbed as much of the pec as I could and I could tell Brett enjoyed it. He was watching my hand grab his chest. I slid the shirt off his shoulders and pulled it out of his pants. I threw it on the sofa. I immediately put my hands to Brett's arms to feel his biceps. He looked at me and smiled. I told him that his arms were beautiful. He laughed and put his hands behind his head and locked his hands (later I found out this was one of his favorite moves). He tensed his arms and the biceps flared up. At this point I was gone. I had a raging hard-on and was basically groping at his arms. I remember asking Brett at this point if he liked me feeling his arms and he said he liked it better when I manhandled his chest. I immediately went back to his pecs and grabbed both with my hands. They were so hard. He kept making them tense up. I pinched his nipples and this sent waves of pleasure through his body. I said, "You like that don't you." He just nodded his head and smiled. I immediately put my mouth on one of his pecs and bit his nipple a little through the t-shirt. (I have since found out that I really like to suck on a man's nipples and through a shirt really turns me on). Brett was really enjoying this as well.
At this point I took charge (something else I like to do). I pushed him up against the wall and kept sucking and biting at his chest. Brett was really enjoying this. He put his hands back behind his head and I put my hands on his biceps as I bit at his nipples. I can still remember this like it was yesterday. I was feeling these hard biceps at the same time I was sucking on this big chest. Brett finally brought his hands down and grabbed me pulling my body into his. We kissed again and rubbed our crotches together.
I told him it was time for him to rip off his shirt (another turn on for me). He pushed me back a little and grabbed his t-shirt. It was hard for him for a second and then I heard the ripping begin. Just like a film his shirt ripped down the middle. I could have cum right then, but I wanted to wait. It was incredible to see his chest for the first time. It was perfect. Big nipples and a perfect roundness at the base of each pec. My tongue immediately went between his pecs and I was estatic because the space was very deep. He learned to love tensing his pecs when my face was there - he knew it turned me on. I can still remember sucking for the first time on his nipple without a shirt being on. I can even recall the taste.
By this time Brett was ready for me to move on. I helped him rip the t-shirt off his arms. (I kept the shirt for a while - can you believe it?) I turned Brett around and pressed him up against the wall. His back was beautiful. I get off on great V shapes and he had a great one. I spent a few minutes massaging and exploring his back completely. He placed is hands on the walll a little above his head and flexed his arms by pressing on the wall. I grabbed his arms and pulled my body up and down his back rubbing my hard cock against his rock-hard bubble but. Even in jeans it was beautiful - and it was obviously tight. I loved rubbing my whole body against his back. I could have done that for a while, but I wanted his pants to come off. I reached around his waist and undid his belt and jeans. I pulled them open. It was hard to pull his jeans down because they were very tight. I got them to the top of his thighs just over his cute butt. Once again I found out that I like to work a man's butt over first through the material of his briefs. This was a great turn on for me. I bit at his round ass for a while and then began rubbing my hard cock against his ass through my jeans.
I then pulled his pants and underwear down. That butt was as beautiful as I thought it would be. When he tensed it he caused those killer dimples that I love to appear on the side. It is as if the side of the perfect globes just dented in. And it was so hard. I worked on that ass for a while. But then the legs. I love to feel great calves. And Brett had great calves. I got down and licked both muscle covered legs.
Brett finally turned around and lifted me up for a long kiss. He then undressed me. When I was naked he turned me around and pushed me up against the wall and pressed his body against mine. My chest was against the wall and he was pressing his whole body against me. I felt like i was part of a muscle sandwich. It is an incredible feeling to be completely enveloped by muscle. I was in heaven. Brett liked to bend his knees a little and get his crotch up under my butt and press his body up while he pressed against me causing me to come off the floor a little. We had to stop because the pressure of my cock against the wall hurt a little. Brett turned me around and pulled us both down on the floor with me lying completely on top of him. His body was so much wider and longer than mine. I could have fallen asleep on what felt like a muscle bed, but we were both too turned on.
We kissed for a long time and I groped every part of his hard body. I spent some more time on his chest (the next day there were small bruises around his nipples - all I could do was apologize - he said he liked them). There was too much pressure built up in our bodies and I was able to make us both cum by just rubbing my cock hard against his. I came first and he started soon after. When we were done we just stayed there - with me on top of him. I realized I had held on to his biceps the entire time we were ejaculating. I loved how hard his arms got as he came.
In the shower later he got on his knees and gave my ass a complete work over with his tongue (I came to realize that my ass is what turned him on most). In the shower he asked me what had excited me most and I told him his huge body. He laughed and asked what specifically. I told him I was a bicep guy, but also a pec man. He told me he loved it when I sucked hard on his chest. I asked him if he like anything else and he said he liked it when I was a little forceful with him - when I took charge. You could have knocked me over with a slight push - I was so shocked, but was really turned on. I asked if he liked anything sexually more than anything else and he said he enjoyed the foreplay the most. I have realized this is true for me. Don't get me wrong, I love getting off, but it is so much more for me to build up the pressure. I love teasing, worshipping, rubbing our bodies together and even the fun of undressing. If someone undresses slowly or over a long time it really excites me. I love the build up the most.
Anyone can get people off but very few can do foreplay well.
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