The Phoenix 5: A Stronger Phoenix
by Londonboy
When I look back it is still unbelievable that I went an entire week without talking to Derek. It just shows how stubborn I truly can be. I had chatted with him for at least two hours every day for eight months straight and to stop cold turkey like that didn’t affect me in any way - at least that’s what I told myself. I simply funneled my anger into my morning and evening workouts. Just because I no longer had the perfect coach guiding my progress didn’t mean I had to stop growing. I figured, if we ever did decide to talk to each other again, I wanted to be even bigger to drive him wild. If I couldn’t win Derek’s admiration through logic I would make him so overcome with lust that he would jump on the first available plane to California. My willingness to push all reality to the side enabled me to make it through each day without contacting my best friend and helped me to completely ignore the coming anniversary of Chance’s death. I think my anger enabled me to pack on more muscle than usual during that week. I was definitely feeling larger by Friday, especially in my thighs and chest, not to mention my forearms. They were now pretty close to Popeye size – those puppies would definitely make Derek come crawling back.
I think somewhere in the back of my mind I expected the big man to definitely get in touch with me on that next Saturday – believing he would feel he had punished me enough. When that day came and went without any message, I contemplated trying to get in touch with him, but decided to stand my ground. After all, I was not the one at fault in this argument. I continued to work out savagely over the weekend and on Sunday I found myself missing Derek terribly and lying in bed at a little past midnight watching the news. I was drifting in and out of sleep when I heard the CNN reporter announce a breaking news story coming out of London. I was fully awake in seconds and watched horrified as the show talked about a bomb going off in a Tube station during the morning commute. There was not much information at this time, but they did confirm that there had been some casualties. Suddenly I was thrust back in time to my desk on the day the highway patrolman called to tell me about Chance’s accident. My thoughts started racing and tears began to well up in my eyes. I felt my heart breaking in two all over again – but this time it was not from the pain caused by Chance’s death. It was from the awareness of how stupid I had been with Derek. I was overcome with worry that he had been in that Tube station. I jumped out of bed, turned off the television, and retrieved my cell phone from the dresser. I quickly opened my list of favorite numbers and pressed Derek’s name. It rang five times and I slumped to the floor, against the dresser, fearful that something terrible had truly happened. That’s when I heard a click and a familiar force.
“Hey James, listen I’m about to go into a session with a…”
“Oh thank god you are okay. I was so worried.”
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
“The news here is reporting a bomb just went off at a busy Tube station in London. I just . . . I just thought . . . if anything . . . oh Derek, I’m so sorry.”
By this time I was crying uncontrollably. I just kept sobbing and saying I was sorry. I could here Derek opening a door and telling someone to have a seat and he would be just one minute. I realized he was working and he had a client there. I forced myself to stop crying and I spoke as calmly and quickly as I could.”
“I don’t want to interrupt. I just had to make sure you were okay. Please go back to work. Would you be willing to FaceTime later on in the evening.”
“That’s terrible about the Tube. I’ll look at the news right after this client. Thank you very much for calling, James. No need to worry, I’m fine. I would love to chat with you later. Are you going to be okay, though?”
“I’m fine, Derek. Really. I have a feeling I’m going to be better today than I have been all week. I’ll let you go. We’ll talk later. Have a great day. I love you.”
“I love you, too, James.”
We both paused for a minute – suddenly realizing what we had each said so easily. I stared at a picture of Chance and I on the wall in our – no . . . my bedroom. He was smiling as we sat on the photographer’s canvas covered floor for a posed shot. His eyes seemed to be looking into my soul and somehow releasing me from an imagined burden I had placed on myself. I felt like some huge clamp around my heart had been undone. I spoke softly to Derek and then hung up.
“Talk to you later.”
The stillness in the room was so soothing. I could hear the ticking of my family’s grandfather clock coming from downstairs in the living room. At that moment I felt more alone than I had ever experienced in my entire life, but it didn’t depress me. I knew it was part of the incredible process that had begun as soon as I heard the news from London. I pulled my body away from the dresser and opened the bottom drawer. I reached in and began to pull out Chance’s clothes. I started to cry again, but it wasn’t a sobbing – it was more of a peaceful letting go.
It was nine in the morning and I was on my second pot of coffee. I had texted my secretary two hours earlier to let her know I wouldn’t be at work that day – only the second time I had ever done that. I had spent the entire night boxing up stuff that had needed to be gotten rid of for a long time. I wasn’t getting rid of Chance’s memory from my life, but I was lessening the clutter that held me down emotionally. I kept everything that had been important to us, but I cleaned out things like his clothes, which wouldn’t fit my big body anymore anyway, his prescriptions, his magazines, his toiletries, and so many other things that should have been gone a long time ago. I arranged the boxes in the living room – perfectly in line for my conversation with Derek. At ten o’clock I went to FaceTime and connected with Derek. It was so great to see his beautiful face again.
“Wow, you look like shit.”
“Thank you, I guess. Did you find out more about the Tube bombing?”
“Yeah, it was pretty bad – four people died. They said it could have been a lot worse, but whoever created the thing had a lot of flaws in the design. I can’t see how that’s really a good thing, since four people died, but I guess it is. No one has claimed responsibility yet.”
“That’s still so horrible. The families of those four people and everyone that was there when it happened.”
“Yes, I know. Are you okay, James?”
“I am. Thank you. I was really worried about you.”
“I’m fine. Hey, I know we haven’t spoken for a week, but are you moving? What’s up with all the boxes?”
“Nope. Well, not in the sense you mean. That’s all of Chance’s stuff that should have gone a long time ago – clothes, toiletries, magazines – you get the picture. I’m spending some time now clearing out some stuff. It might make facing the anniversary of his death next week a little easier.”
We sat there in silence for a few seconds. I could tell Derek was working hard not to go into psychiatrist mode – he was actually letting what I was sharing sink into every part of him, including his heart. I wanted to give him time to process, but I also had so much to share with him. My need to move on in this conversation got the best of me and I started rambling quickly.
“I’m so sorry about last week Derek. You were right about everything. I can see that now. I’ve done a lot of soul searching these last few days – especially today – and I know I have some work to do when it comes to dealing with the pain of losing Chance. I also know that filling a few boxes with some stuff does not equal the stuff I need to do in my heart, but it is a good beginning. I do know that I will need my best friend as I start letting go of all that has been keeping me down. And the fear that I felt last night when I heard about the bomb convinced me that I can’t lose you – especially because of some stupid need inside of me to win an argument. You are too important to me to allow that to happen again.”
“It was a bitch of a week for me, James. I don’t ever want that to happen again either.”
“Please forgive me.”
“There’s nothing to forgive. You’re still in mourning, my friend. I’ll be here to help you through anything.”
“Thank you.”
“And might I add that, in spite of looking like something the cat dragged in, someone is looking mighty pumped this morning.”
“One thing about stupid anger – it tends to fuel intense workouts.”
“Well, I might have to find ways to keep you angry then, okay Bruce Banner. Even through the computer I can spot a ‘Popeye.’ You really need to lay off the forearm exercises.”
“What? And miss the chance to make you happy? I think not.”
I lifted my arms out to the side and bent both wrists, flexing my forearms so they flared out and veins popped up everywhere. I continued to stare at Derek on the screen as his gaze stayed glued to my arms. I could tell he was immensely pleased.
“My god, those things must be up to seventeen inches!”
“Eighteen and a half!”
“Bloody hell.”
“I’m glad you approve. So, if you can tear your eyes away from these puppies, I’d like to talk to you seriously for a few minutes.”
“Only if you quit flexing.”
I lowered my arms, but I could tell the man continued to think about their thickness. I scooted up to the camera so it was just my face, neck, and shoulders showing. I wanted his undivided attention for the next part of our conversation.
“Listen, Derek. I know I’ve got some work to do when it comes to Chance, but I also know that I have fallen in love with you. I’m not asking you to marry me tomorrow, but I am begging you to please consider allowing me to come visit you in a few months. Let’s get beyond the one-year anniversary and allow me to process some of the stuff that has happened over the last few days, but then please let me meet you in person. You have to admit that we have a good thing going on here and getting this much muscle together in one room would be a dream come true for both of us. I have no idea how we are going to sort out this distance thing, but I don’t think we can even begin to discuss it unless we’ve spent some quality time together. FaceTime is great and all, but I’d like to feel the muscles that have taught and teased me all these months. I never thought I would get a second opportunity at love; so now that it has happened I cannot even begin to think about letting that pass me up. Does this all make sense to you? I’m trying to be as honest as possible and I truly understand what you were trying to say to me last week.”
Derek’s smile on the screen grew bigger as I spoke and the well-known sparkle in his eye intensified, as well. I felt my cock pumping up hard as I watched his reaction. It was clear that he knew I had moved past some barrier that had been hindering my emotional growth. I found that I was smiling back at him, too.
“I hear New York in June is quite nice and it’s practically mid-point between us. I could certainly get away for a week or two. That gives you about two and a half more months to pack on a lot more muscle. Hell, your forearms are already almost past the size of mine – you could end up dwarfing me before June. Why don’t you let me make all the arrangements, allowing you to focus completely on getting big.”
“Dwarf you, my ass. Remember, you’ve been working out right along side of me and with the same intensity. I think I’m not the only one that has packed on some muscle and you had a fucking big head start to begin with. How much weight have you added during these last eight months?
“I thought you would never ask, James. As a matter of fact, I’ve added thirty-seven pounds of pure man beef. How do you like the sound of that?”
“I like it very much and I think June cannot get here fast enough. I think spending time with you in New York will make me the happiest man in the world. I can’t wait to hang on to all that beef you’ve got. I can definitely get two weeks off. I am also happy to turn over all the plans to you. It’s a date, then.”
“I think it will be much more than a date, James.”
We continued to chat for six hours straight, until Derek insisted that I allow him to go to bed since he had many clients the next day. We never worked out during that call, the first time that had happened. Instead, we spent the entire time talking. I asked more questions about his life than I had ever done during the time we had known each other. I could sense that Derek truly understood the breakthroughs that had happened in my head and heart during the last week. We both knew there was a lot more work to be done, but I was on the right track. I also knew he stayed as hard as I did for almost the entire time. I doubted even a whole bottle of Viagra could have had the same effect on my cock as this big man did. For the first time ever we actually flexed our muscles for each other. It was strange to think we had never done it before and it was more thrilling that I could have ever expected. I actually drooled when he lifted his guns and made them bulge like he had in the picture on his BigMuscle page I saw the first night we chatted. He was also very complimentary of the improvements that had happened to my body and was actually able to help me see just how big I had truly grown. Later, when we were finally saying good night, we repeated the sentiments we had shared earlier, I told him I loved him and he replied the same way to me. I’m pretty sure he jerked off before he went to bed that night – just like I did. I also think they were probably two of the best orgasms either of us had ever experienced.
The next week was very difficult, but Derek’s constant support helped me make it through some intense mourning of Chance. I began to see a therapist in Santa Monica, which ended up allowing my relationship with Derek to blossom in ways we never expected. I stopped depending on him to be my sole source of emotional support and basically began to treat him more like a boyfriend. He noticed the change and even commented on how it helped him to not drop into work-mode like he had for much of time during our first eight months of knowing each other. Once I was past the anniversary of Chance’s death and had finally sorted through all of his stuff, getting rid of things that didn’t matter and saving items that would help me remember my first husband forever, I started to seriously heal internally. My brain and heart were finally catching up with all the work I had done to my body. It was a great time in my life and before I knew it I was boarding a plane, booked in first class thanks to Derek, and flying to spend two weeks with the second love of my life.
I had five quick glasses of champagne right before I landed. The cute male flight attendant seemed more than happy to come by to offer refills. He tended to stare at my arms and not look me in the face, which really didn’t bother me. As a matter of fact it helped to build my confidence - along with all the champagne. I tensed my both arms as he poured the liquid, causing him to shake a little with excitement and spill some every time. I would be meeting Derek Richards for the first time in person in less than an hour. A limo was picking me up at the airport and taking me directly to a very expensive hotel, which I could not remember the name of to save my life. I was so nervous that I thought I might end up tossing the champagne. Flirting and tease flexing for the flight attendant helped to calm my nerves. He kept being really bold and leaning down to whisper things in my ear – like how he loved big men, how my big chest made his mouth go dry, and what a big turn on my massive forearms were. The last compliment helped me to calm down for Derek more than anything else. I was still a little buzzed and high off of the guy’s compliments when I finally arrived at the hotel. I was greeted at the front door by the manager and escorted to a private elevator, which went only to the penthouse suite. I couldn’t tell if my cock was rock hard because I was about to meet Derek or because of the ‘spare no expense’ attitude he had chosen for this trip. I was handed a special key for accessing the penthouse and then the doors closed and I was whisked upward – alone and anxious beyond belief. The elevator finally stopped and I stepped out into a large foyer attached to an even larger living room. There, in the middle of all the hotel room’s opulence, was something that looked more magnificent than anything money could buy – well, rather someone. Derek had on a tight black polo shirt and even tighter khakis. He was holding two martinis and looked like some kind of Greek god. Like the true baby I was, I started crying.
“Well, not exactly the reaction I was going for, James.”
“I’m sorry, I just haven’t been this happy in a very long time.”
“Neither have I.”
He put the glasses down on the counter between the room and our large kitchen and walked slowly towards me. He was looking me over as intently as I was his face and body. We both wanted to make this moment last as long as we could. I didn’t think it was possible, but the man was even more handsome in person than he was on the computer and way bigger than I anticipated. I suddenly felt a little small and slightly intimidated. His smile, however, made all of that go away. Suddenly I saw the sparkle in his eye that was now a huge part of my dreams every night and I even stole a quick glance at the guns that turned me on so much. By this point he was standing so close to me that I could feel the heat from his body. We both brought our arms around the other and pulled tightly. It felt as astounding as standing beside a roaring fire on a cold night or stepping into a cool waterfall on a blistering day. My body nestled into his as perfectly as putting on a favorite old sweater. It was like we were two bodies of mass that had been separated and were now finally being rejoined. His arms tightened around my body and he lifted me in a mother-of-all bear hugs. The oxygen was forced from my lungs, but I didn’t care – it was one of the most joyous moments of my life. I kicked my feet back and forth just for fun, and to prove to myself I was really off the ground. Derek held me there for a few seconds and then placed me back on the floor. I instinctively knew what I was supposed to do. I tightened my arms around his big torso and was surprised at how easily I lifted him in the air – returning his bear hug.
“Sweet bloody hell.”
His voice was strained because air was being forced from his body just like it had been in mine. I felt his hard cock pressing into my stomach and this caused me to go into adrenaline overload. I bounced his body up and down a little and then took a bunch of steps towards the middle of the room. I wanted him to feel the power that he had unleashed in my body. His hardness was now throbbing against my abs and that made my own cock twitch around in my pants. I squeezed harder and leaned further back, pulling his body higher into the air. He was having trouble breathing but I knew it wasn’t because I was holding him too tight – it was more because my strength was turning him on. I lowered him to the ground and we didn’t let go of each other. He was a few inches taller than me, so I moved my head away from his neck and looked up into his face. He brought his lips into mine and we opened our mouths into what could only be described as the kiss of a lifetime. Our lips and tongues joined together as easily and as beautifully as our bodies. The kiss was so overpowering that my ass cheeks actually started hurting from tensing up so much. I could tell my toes actually wanted to burst through the leather of my shoes to get relief from bunching up so quickly. Derek’s tongue ended up being as big and strong as the rest of him and we joyously battled for control of the kiss. I finally gave in and let him lead the way. He ravaged my mouth for a few more minutes and then pulled his head back from mine. He just stared at me for a few minutes, smiling that huge grin of his. He tensed his arms a few times and I knew I should do the same in response.
“I don’t think your body is ever going to equal your strength, James.”
“I hope not. It will always surprise people. I see you like being picked up?”
“I like anything your muscles can do, but yes, I have learned that being picked up has been a hidden fetish of mine for many years. It’s usually hard to find someone strong enough to do it. I’m what some people might call big.”
“Big? You’re fucking massive. I was kind of intimidated the moment I saw you, but the smile made it clear that you’re just a big old cuddly grizzly bear.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“So, Mr. Richards, do you have a baseball bat down your pants or are you just happy to see me?”
Derek grinded his crotch into mine and rubbed his hard cock back and forth. I closed my eyes and moaned softly; obviously pleased with the feelings he was creating. I was also getting extremely turned on from finally getting to experience first hand why he had chosen the username of Mr. Huge. Even through two pairs of pants and underwear I could tell the man was sporting a tool that had obviously been created to take care of big jobs. He was indeed as huge down there as he was at every other part of his body. I could feel his rod growing even thicker as he pushed it into me. A year’s worth of unintentional cock teasing over FaceTime caused Derek to turn into a large horny monster. He suddenly moved one big hand down to my ass and brought the other around to my hard cock. He grabbed both parts of my body roughly and started kneading them at the same time. His actions had the exact effect on my body that he hoped. I leaned forward and went up on my toes, pressing my tightly muscled chest into his big arm. Feeling his massive biceps slammed up against my torso caused me to gasp in appreciation. I could feel the granite like hardness of his arm and it bulged so much that I thought someone had a bowling ball pushed up between my pecs.
The big man’s hand easily undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants and had my hard prick sticking straight out before I had inhaled and exhaled once. His enormous warm hand felt incredible as he pressed my hard shaft down and then released it, allowing it to slap up against my tight stomach. I was just beginning to notice all the fun things his other hand was doing to my muscled ass when Derek quickly knelt before me and took my entire cock into his mouth with one big slurp. I cried out loudly and then the sound ended abruptly as I suddenly stopped breathing. I stood even higher on the balls of my feet, supported by the hand he now had grabbing my left pec, and didn’t move even an inch – for fear I might orgasm prematurely. I wanted this foreplay to last a lot longer. Derek was not a newbie when it came to sex, that was obvious, so it didn’t surprise me when he pulled his mouth from my cock before I lost control. He stayed kneeling and looked up at my face when I finally rocked back down onto the soles of my feet and started breathing. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He still had his big hand on my ass and he was massaging it strongly, a strong finger shoving my pants way up into my crack.
“Flex those forearms for me, James. I have to see those bloody monsters up close.”
I flashed back to the first night I chatted with Derek and he explained to me what a big guy like himself found so exciting on a site like the Forum. He had told me that just because he had got big himself, it didn’t mean he couldn’t still appreciate or get off on another man’s bulging muscles. It hadn’t really made sense at the time, but suddenly I understood perfectly. There’s no one better than a well-muscled man to fully understand what it takes to make a body huge. There’s an inherent appreciation just because the other guy comprehends the sacrifice and pain that comes with building muscles. Derek was partially turned on by my body because he had experienced its growth, but he would have loved it even if we hadn’t worked out together – mainly because he would have known the hours I had spent with weights to build it up. He also just had a fucking fetish for giant Popeye forearms and there was no need for logic to explain that. A man just knows what turns his crank and that’s all there is to it. I brought my arms out to the side, away from my hips. I then bent them slightly at the elbows, while I tensed my fists real hard and pushed my wrists forward. Even I started leaking a big gob of pre-cum as soon as I saw the numerous mounds of muscle burst out like an erotic 3-D movie from my lower arms. I didn’t know if my excitement from meeting Derek face to face had caused me to see myself through his eyes or if I had actually grown bigger in the last five minutes - but I gazed at the monstrous limbs and almost started spurting in appreciation. The monsters were covered in thick blood pumping veins and looked as strong as telephone poles. I got lost in the same muscle worship that was now consuming Derek.
“Kiss ‘em, big boy.”
My worshipper did not really need the invitation, but it added to our little impromptu role-playing session and he was more than happy to oblige. He brought his warm wet lips against my right flexed forearm and moaned out loud as soon as he met my hard skin. By this point he had his own enormous cock out of his pants and he was stroking it slow and hard. He kept his lips pressed into my hard forearm and didn’t move his head at all. I pushed my arm hard against his face, smashing muscle into his nose, forehead, lips and chin. He started moaning even louder than before and used the strength in his neck to match the force of my arm. It was one of the most erotic things I have ever experienced in my entire life. Here was a colossal beefy man being reduced to a slobbering muscle pig just because of one massive forearm. Here was the reason why both Derek and I loved the Forum so much – we could constantly explore new and exciting avenues of lust and express them in as many ways as we liked. There were as many fetishes as there were muscles in a man’s body and even more – we had years of catching up. I watched as the big boy ran his lips and tongue across the expanse of my lower arm and then traveled up and down numerous pulsing veins. He was lost in the moment and I was happy to please him so much. He moved to my other forearm after a few minutes, obviously afraid it would feel left out. This lasted for a few minutes and then, without warning, Derek wrapped his big arms around my legs and stood up, allowing my body to fall over his huge shoulder. He then kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the pants that had fallen around his ankles.
With no problem at all he carried me into the large master bedroom of the suite. He tossed me on the bed and then quickly pulled off every stitch of my clothing. I watched him happily as he then began to remove the rest of his clothes. He pulled off his shirt and I gasped when I finally got a glimpse of his huge upper torso – much like I had done the first night we chatted. His furry chest seemed more luscious than ever. My reaction made the big man smile and he brought his arms up slowly – just to tease me – ending finally in a beautiful double biceps pose. I started stroking my hard cock with both of my hands and he made the bulging peaks dance up and down. To really get my juices flowing, the big man turned his head and kissed his right biceps lovingly. I made a whimpering sound that caused him to chuckle deviously. He then turned his head to the other side and kissed the other bulging arm – again, it felt lonely, I’m sure. I was now getting close to shooting cum everywhere so I stopped pumping my dick. Derek understood what was happening and turned his head to face me. He dropped his arms and then reached down to push his underwear over his big thighs. He kept his eyes locked on my face and I’m sure my reaction did not disappoint. I froze completely and I know my eyes grew very wide. I was finally gazing at Mr. Huge and the name fit the appendage perfectly. Derek had a thick long pole with a fat head on the end – all sticking out from two grapefruit-sized man sacs. It was definitely one of the greatest wonders I had ever seen. The big man made his cock bounce up and down majestically and then he slid his underwear completely off his legs. He stood there totally nude and allowed me to fully drink him in. After a few minutes he crawled on top of me. It was incredible to feel his hot hard body pressed up against mine. I could also tell he was supporting a lot of his own heavy weight so he didn’t crush me.
“Those forearms are bloody fucking fantastic.”
We hadn’t spoken for a while so hearing his voice kind of surprised me. I was staring into his eyes, completely lost in my love for the man. I sensed he felt the same way. Derek was grinding his hard cock into mine slowly and managed to keep me on the edge of ejaculating without ever pushing me over. I knew the same was true for him. He was a master.
“Those arms are bloody fucking fantastic too, Derek. As is the rest of you. I won’t even begin to comment on Mr. Huge, since that would probably make me lose control of my own aching piece of meat.”
“Speaking of Mr. Huge, he’s about ready to explode. I get the feeling your gorgeous cock is ready in the same way. How would you like to get off for our first time, Mr. James? Just name any way you desire and I can make it happen.”
“I’m thinking that what you’re doing right now would be perfect.”
“My thoughts exactly. Get ready to fire off, big fellow.”
With those simple words Derek lowered more of his full weight down on me and at the same time he began to grind his crotch with even more power. The combination of our muscles all smashed up against each other and the expert motion of his groin quickly sent us both into the land of no turning back. I felt his balls tighten against my legs and then warm wetness shot up between us. The powerful thrusting of his ejaculation made my cock instantly start unloading copious amounts of cum, as well. I wasn’t usually a screamer during sex, but the force of my explosion made me cry out like a banshee from the pleasure. It felt like a small lake was being formed on my stomach, both of us spewing what was probably more juice than we ever knew existed in our bodies. I looked at Derek’s powerful neck, strained to the max as his head was pushed back in orgasmic bliss. Our dicks continued to thrust even after they were completely empty – we were just too turned on for them to stop jerking. Finally, Derek’s full weight fell on top of me and our hearts continued to beat at a more than normal rapid pace for what seemed like ten minutes. The big man finally rolled off of me onto his back when he began to notice I was gasping for breath, unable to expand my lungs because of all his beefiness. We both raised our heads and looked at cum covered stomachs at the same time. There was enough juice splattered all over our abs and pecs that it looked like snow had covered four mountaintops and a bunch of plowed fields in the Midwest.
“Damn, that’s a lot of spunk!”
“I think part of me has been holding out eight months for that moment, James, so I’m not surprised at all.”
“Neither am I, big guy. Neither am I.”
“You do realize that you have grown an awful lot, don’t you? What you have accomplished has shocked the hell out of me.”
“I’m beginning to see just how much I’ve grown, yes. Like I said earlier, I was a little intimidated when I saw how big you really were – you know in person – but then seeing my body through your eyes over the last half hour seems to have helped a lot. I know I’m getting bigger and it’s pretty clear when I lift that I’m much stronger – so that makes me happy. But what really makes me joyous is getting to finally be with you. I know we just unloaded a ton of cum but my body is still racing like a thoroughbred – all ready to go again.”
“My body feels the same way. I was thinking we might get in a workout session before dinner. It might be a way to lessen the sexual tsunami building up inside of us and it will be our first time to lift with each other - live and in person. What do you think?”
“We don’t have to go covered in cum do we?”
“Only if I get to lick it off when it mixes with your sweat.”
“Ewww! Stop it. Let’s go take a shower and then have some fun tossing around some poundage. You know how crazy it actually is that I now say things like that. A little more than a year ago I thought a gym was the scariest place on earth.”
“And now the only thing that tears you away from all those dumbbells and barbells is the opportunity to have sex with some hot guy, right?”
“Not some hot guy, one and only one big hot guy – you!”
“When I drop the soap on purpose, Mr. James, you’re the one that’s going to be bending over to pick it up. You hear me, Mr. Forearms. So, I’d be careful not to have that hard bubble butt near my Mr. Huge. There’s no telling what kind of trouble he might get into.”
“And what if I told you I didn’t mind bending over, sir. I hope it doesn’t take all the fun out of the festivities.”
“Let’s go pretty boy, before I attack you right here.”
“What a decision – stay here and get ravaged by a big muscular man or go shower and work out with said big muscular man. There almost equal, don’t you think?”
“Oh don’t worry, you’ll get ravaged later on by this big man no matter what we do. I plan on ravaging you non-stop!”
“Then off to the shower and gym it is, but I’m holding you to your promise later on.”
We made it through the shower without spewing our loaded canons a second time. We did, however, stay hard as two-by-fours during the entire ordeal. It was equally as thrilling to soap up Derek’s big muscles, as it was when he did the same to mine. The big man couldn’t control himself completely and he took a few minutes out to bury his face between my muscled cheeks, saying it would give him inspiration in the gym. We dried each other off quickly and then dressed for the gym. As we were leaving I noticed there were two brand new gym bags by the door, so I grabbed both of them.
“Um, no . . . I’ll carry mine, James.”
“I don’t mind.”
“No, please, let me. I insist.”
It seemed a little odd, but I let him take one of the bags and then forgot all about it.
There was a huge fancy gym connected to the hotel and I was a little surprised when we walked in and the cute guy at the counter greeted Derek by name. I looked at my big man with accusing eyes.
“I came here this morning to work out. I was too nervous about meeting you and I needed to burn off some of that negative energy. It’s his job to remember me.”
The fact that Derek confessed his nervousness made me forget about the way the worker had lustfully looked at the cuddly grizzly. I was happy to hear that he had the same jitters I had experienced on the plane. We moved over to the part of the gym where the big guys obviously worked out – bars loaded with extra weight and heavy looking dumbbells all racked nicely. As we moved into the space I got the feeling that something was really bothering Derek – he seemed extremely nervous. I wondered if I had already done something to irritate him. I smiled at him, but he basically ignored me. I was getting a little scared.
“Let’s do chest today, okay?”
“Sure, Derek. How much weight on the bar?”
“No, you go first. Go ahead and sit down. I’ll take care of the weights for you.”
I sat down and didn’t care that my face had a very confused look. Derek was busy fussing with his gym bag and wasn’t paying attention to me at all. I started to get up to rack my own weight but then the big guy went down on one knee beside me and the next thing I knew he had a box in his trembling hands and when he opened it there was a beautiful Hublot watch staring up at me. I froze and moved my gaze from the insanely expensive ornament to Derek’s smiling, but still very nervous, face. My hands went up to my mouth like I was some dame in a silent film.
“James Norman. I know we’ve only known each other for a year and I know we didn’t meet under the most ideal circumstances, but I have come to love you very much. I know you were happily married once and I would never think about taking that man’s place, but I would be so honored if you could possibly find room in your heart to love again. Would you please be my husband?”
I actually squealed, to fully take on the role of a dainty woman close to passing out. I looked at the watched and then back up at Derek. I could tell there was a flurry of activity all around us. I also realized that I had been silent for far too long.
“Of course I will, Mr. Huge!”
Derek quickly wrapped his arms around me and stood up, lifting my body off the bench and then off the floor. At the same time he kissed me hard and with much more passion than even earlier. I could feel his cock springing to life underneath his cotton shorts, along with mine. It then registered that people were clapping and I glanced around to see that a small crowd had gathered to watch us. There was an ice bucket with champagne and a tray full of glasses. The cute guy from the front counter was passing around flutes to people when Derek placed me back on the floor and turned to everyone!
“He said yes!”
Everyone clapped again. Derek grabbed the bottle and had the cork shooting through the air in mere seconds. There was also an obvious giant bottle shaped bulge in his pants and I was scared it was going to shoot any second, as well. I caught the front counter guy, as well as a few other people, staring at Derek’s crotch with lust in their eyes. There was a big toast where Derek professed his love for me in front of everyone, a statement that made me turn dark red and at the same time caused my own cock to grow harder. The crowd started to break apart and it ended up being the front counter worker and the two of us sitting on two benches. The guy’s name was Brett, according to his badge. It was obvious he wanted to ask some questions and we were just too happy not to oblige.
“Why did you propose here?”
“Well, we basically met because this guy wanted to grow big and we worked out together every day for about a year. He let me be his trainer”
“In more ways than one.”
“Well, I ‘d say he did a great job. But I thought you two lived in different cities, isn’t that what you said?”
“It’s amazing what FaceTime enables people to do. I’m in England and he’s in California. I have a feeling we’ll be in the same place very soon, though.”
“Wow, that’s a great. And two big guys like you certainly do make a beautiful couple. How did you meet?”
Derek reached out and grabbed my hand, glancing at the beautiful watch wrapped around my muscled forearm. He squeezed me tightly and then looked into my face. I saw that ever-intoxicating twinkle in his eye and knew I had truly been given a second opportunity to be with the man of my dreams. I saw tears bubbling up in the corners of his eyes as he choked out his answer.
“We were brought together by Chance.”
END