Three Christmas Stories, Story 2: It’s About Both Giving and Getting (musc)
by msclvr
Life has been a living hell for me for at least two years. It began when I came out to my parents when I was 18. They exploded in a religious rage, ordered me out of the house, and told me never to come back. I knew they meant it. So I didn’t. I became what I am today in Los Angeles, a street urchin. I was given a small pup tent and live under an expressway overpass with a bunch of other younger kids. We do a pretty good job of taking care of each other. Only a handful steal from within our “tribe” and when they do, they are forced out.
I’ve tried prostitution. It didn’t work very well. My johns were almost always dishonest, taking advantage of me in more ways then I could ever imagine. I’m a skinny guy with an average face – so there isn’t much sex appeal for the evening “shoppers”. On a couple of occasions I’ve been with really big men with muscles. I found out that I am really into another guy’s muscles. But, hell, I’ve known that since I was 11 years old, and hung out in the gym showers.
I’ve been able to get a few odd jobs but they didn’t last long. Just long enough to buy some more food. Thank god for the Salvation Army. They come buy every week in a truck and drive through our tribe’s area with clothing and good food. They are always very nice and seem to care. Of course, we all need money, but they don’t give that out.
As a social outlet, I go to 12 step meetings. The truth is I go because I am a junkie and an alcoholic. The good news is that I have 6 months of recovery in both 12 step programs. It isn’t easy. I’m surrounded by that shit all day long, except when I go for long walks or to meetings. I know I’ll die if I don’t stay in recovery. I just have this sense that if there is a god, that god is looking out for me, and doesn’t want me to use or drink alcohol.
One night – when I was feeling especially sorry for myself -- the truck came through with a really tall, big, handsome, and muscular guy was handing out the food. A new guy. He came through a few weeks in a row. He always seemed to wear clothes that showed off how big he was and how much his muscles bulged – everywhere. He really turned me on. In my little pup tent, I masturbated myself silly and red thinking about what it would like to be with him. I even fantasized what it would be like to have him as my adopted father or brother. I fantasized about worshipping his muscles and getting him all turned on so he would shoot his load on me and I could lick it up. I fantasized about living a new life, with him, in his comfortable home.
However, tonight is Christmas Eve and we’re all a little down in the dumps. I’ve been to my meetings today. I am grateful. And, I’m waiting for the truck to come by so I can see my new hero, my new muscle-god. We’ve never spoken. I just take the food and say “thank you and God bless.” He always smiles at me. I try not to gaze at him too hard but I can tell he knows that I am attracted to him. Fuck, his bulging biceps and forearms just ripple when he hands me my food tray. Any guy like that would know that. Hell, he’s probably surrounded with worshippers – male and female. I always wonder why a guy like that would be down here with us doing that kind of volunteer work.
Tonight, I walk over to the stopped truck and there he is. God, he is so built and so handsome. When I get up to him, I’m very startled when he says “Hi, I’m Gary, what’s your name?” Since I’ve become more than a little cynical at my young age, I immediately wonder what this is all about. He repeats, “Gary, what’s yours?” I finally mumble, “Steve.” “Nice to meet you Steve. I’ve seen you here now for sometime. I know you’ve got some tough circumstances to deal with. Are you gettin’ along OK?” he asks sincerely.
“Well, I guess I’m doing as best that I can. A few odd jobs. Six months in recovery. Want to go college but have no idea how that will happen.” I don’t want him to think I’m a loser. I’ve said more to him than I have to most people in a long time. “Hey, Steve, that’s some good news. I’m especially glad to hear you’re stickin’ to your recovery. That’s the key to everything,” he says with appreciation and encouragement. “I hope the food tastes good enough for you. I may be back to check in on you,” he announces. I wince at that idea. “Check in on me in my pup tent?” I say to myself. That doesn’t sound right to me. But, yet the idea, of him, my muscle-god, paying me a visit, gets my juices rolling. “I’ll be here, probably, except for afternoon meetings,” I explain. “Great. See ya’ round,” and he smiles his gorgeous smile. His very sexy forearms and biceps flex, yet again, as he hands me my tray.
The food is good. But what occupies my mind is whether he really would “visit me” – here, at my pup tent. I laugh at the idea of “inviting him in”. He’s so big and massive and my tent can barely accommodate skinny me.
The evening wears on and I light my trusty lantern. I put it outside the tent on a piece of cardboard. This is not unusual for me. But tonight, I feel like I’m putting out a porch light for a possible visitor – a special visitor on Christmas Eve. I feel a little silly about all of this but the fantasies about him are driving me nuts. I may have to douse the light early and jack myself off early to get to sleep.
I’m sitting out on the cardboard and a car starts coming down our “street”, slowly. It’s not the cops. Probably a trick looking for some action. I ignore it. It stops right in front of me. Oh fuck, what now? To my amazement, Gary steps out of the driver’s side and says “Hi Steve, told you I’d come back and check on you.” I didn’t say a thing. Didn’t know what to think. Yet, god, did he look good in his tight white t-shirt and really tight jeans. I’ve never seen a guy with that many muscles, let along a guy who would want to pay attention to me, except to buy me. Steve didn’t strike me as the kind who “bought anybody.” Just an educated hunch. We’ll see.
He strolled over to me, real relaxed and casual like. Out of respect, I got up, faced him, and put my hand into his monstrous paw and shook it, like a man. He’d earned my respect over these past weeks. I watch his arm muscles flex and ripple as he shook my hand. I thought I’d cum right then and there.
“Hey, I know this might seem really weird Steve, but I came back because I wanted to get to know you better, that’s all. I don’t want to buy any of your services. I’m not trying to bring you back to the church. In other words, I’m not hustling you. I hope you feel you can trust me on that.” He looked me right in the eye when he said all of that. And I decided he was on the level.
I amazed myself by inviting him to sit down on the cardboard with me, next to the lantern. It was barely big enough for both of us. “I don’t want you to get yourself dirty on my account, Gary,” I said apologetically. “The cardboard is perfect,” he responded.
It was a jaw-dropper for me to watch him gracefully maneuver his huge, muscular and bulging body into a cross-legged position and sit, right in front of me, on the cardboard. He continued to seem so relaxed and casual that it helped me dial back on my own stress and, truth be told, extreme erotic stress. Fuck, he is so close to me. I think I can smell his masculinity. He’s so big, even sitting down – and so wide in the shoulders. Fuck, he looks like his quads are gonna explode out of his pants at any moment. And, his arms, they are pushing the limit on the strength of his sleeves. I was gonna have some explosive wet-dreams tonight, that’s for sure.
“Thanks. Frankly, I’ve been watching you, Steve, and I’ve noticed how together you seem, given all the hardship in your life right now. I admire that in a man. I also heard you say earlier this evening that you were in 12 step programs. Well, that makes two of us. I owe my life to them and, thank god, am still in recovery. I guess I just wanted you to know that you are not alone in that regard,” he said carefully and thoughtfully. While he was talking, he scratched his chest, and I damn near cut a load loose watching his muscles flex. I think he saw me watching him. Funny though, it didn’t seem to matter to me that he did.
“Yeah, it isn’t easy. But I definitely don’t want to live like this for the rest of my life,” I announced. He asked me how I ended up here. I told him about my family and coming out. Hell, I had nothing to loose by telling him the truth. “Well, Steve, we have something else in common. I’m gay, too. Known it since I was a teenager and had a rough time of it. Turned to booze and drugs and, fortunately, found some help that pulled me out of my own hell,” he said with conviction and sincerity. “I turned to working out to help get rid of the demons. The demons left, mostly, and now I’m building a healthy body doing all the right things to be the big strong guy that I always wanted to be.” I was listening intently.
“I always wanted to be big and strong, too. But that just doesn’t seem in the cards right now. I know it would help if at least I could eat right,” I said wistfully.
“Thanks for telling me the truth about yourself and your background, Steve. Honesty is important. That has always helped me get ahead in life. So, I’ll be honest with you. I could tell the first time we met when I gave you a tray, that you liked my muscles. A guy doesn’t get built like me without gaydar going off. My gaydar is pretty good. And, I was just waiting for the right time to talk with you and get to know better. And here we are,” he said matter of factly.
“Hell, to be even more truthful with you, I really get off on other guys getting off on my muscles. It’s a great two-way street – a real mutual reinforcement. A great win-win for the right kind of guys. I’m telling you this because I think you’re not only a nice guy, but you also have your act together, and are as cute as all get out,” he said with enthusiasm. I was stunned at what I was hearing and the implications of what he was talking about. Me? Him? Us? Doing stuff together? I wondered for a moment if I was in a dream. Then, I thought, after all, it is Christmas Eve. Why not a present for me? Unbelievable as it was, I could be a present for him! A cold sweat broke out on my forehead. He saw that and asked if I was ok or if he had offended me in some way. I reassured him that I was fine, yet dumbfounded at what we were talking about.
I took the proverbial bull by the horns. “Jeez, Gary, I can’t tell you how often I jacked off to fantasies of being with you these past few weeks. I’ve had some of the best orgasms thinking about you.” His smile just grew and grew. I was hitting a nerve…a nerve that not only touched me deeply but touched the man of my dreams.
“Damn, Steve, see, that’s just the kind of effect that I love to have on guys. It really makes me feel like the powerful, masculine man that I know that I am. I just don’t want to feel that way alone, any more, anyways,” he declared.
“I have a wonderful life, a great job, plenty of reliable income, and a big old house with just me in it. I know what loneliness is like – both before recovery and even after recovery. Yes, I’ve had my share of boyfriends, muscle heads, and muscle-worshippers, but there is always something missing. Depth. Honesty. Integrity. I don’t mean to put you on the spot anymore than I have, but are those the kinds of things you might want in, say, a muscle daddy all to yourself?” He was clearly very anxious asking me this question. He kept folding and unfolding his huge arms. Maybe a case of some nerves. Nevertheless, I fantasized about being held and cradled by them and squeezed close in to his protruding chest.
Once again, I was speechless. Yet, I never stopped looking directly into his beautiful blue eyes. This was not the time to look away in shyness or embarrassment. This was the time to “step up to the plate” and be the man that I always knew I had in me. “Gary, I don’t know what to say. I’ve been so grateful that you’ve come into my life these past weeks. And now we are here, sitting together on my cardboard. Talking and being with you is like a dream come true for me. I’m just afraid I might let you down in some way. That I might not be good enough for you.” Tears started to roll down my cheeks.
Very gently, he took his forefinger, put it against each of my cheeks, one at a time, and wiped the tears away. The look of compassion and caring on his face took my breath away. I was seeing that I was not as cynical as I had thought I was.
“Steve, please understand that none of us are perfect, certainly not me. I just try to do the best I can do each day to be an honest and good man, a man that knows how to give and receive love. I guess that’s why I volunteer.” He said this with deep humility.
“Seeing that it’s Christmas and everything… something that I would like to give you is a couple of nights at my place. We’d pack up your stuff tonight in the car so it’s safe. If we enjoy each other’s company, have some fun together, and have some great muscle-worshipping sessions – just for a few days – that would be worth it to me. If you want to come back here after that, I will not stand in your way. If you need a few bucks after that, that would be fine with me, too. The way I see it is that it is both a give and get for both of us….each in our own way. Am I pushing you too hard with that idea?” he asked with a questioning look on his face.
“No, you’re not, Gary. I knew something important was coming my way when you said you’d come back and check in on me. I just had no idea that you were thinking the way I was thinking.” I said that with my own big grin on my face.
We packed me into his car in no time. He wrapped his big arm over my shoulders while he drove the freeways to his home. I was beginning to relax for the first time in many years. I couldn’t keep my hand off his quad and he kept flexing it for me for my personal entertainment.
After unpacking and sharing a soda in the kitchen, he asked me if I’d like to take a shower. I said sure. And, then, he asked me if I would like him to join me in the shower! I reacted like I’d just won the lottery. He wasted no time and pulled me into him. He put his arms down around my legs and did – exactly what I had fantasized about earlier – and lifted me effortlessly into a cradle in his arms. I couldn’t believe how hard his arms felt across my back and underneath my legs. He squeezed and pulled me up high.
Our mouths met and, with my arm around his muscled and thickly corded neck, we kissed each other with unbelievable passion. I pulled myself even tighter into him. That was no easy feat given the size of his chest. He reciprocated by bouncing me up and down, like a babe in arms. I was absolutely giddy. My cock was as hard as steel beam. He carried me back into a huge bathroom, the kind with a glassed shower stall with four high-pressure nozzles.
He gave me a “come hither” look and I knew I was going to be gifted with the chance to undress this muscle-god, this man of my dreams. It was a struggle, but I got his tight t-shirt up and over his exploding arms and shoulders and then over his head. God, he was beautiful. Huge, cut, and proportioned. His traps were covered in striations rarely seen even on the top bodybuilders.
And, believe me, I have made it a hobby to study bodybuilders. They exploded off his neck and down dramatically into his very wide shoulder and delt muscles. His arms were extraordinary. He thrust them out to his side and the huge triceps hung like sides of beef until he flexed them and the whole arm became a mass of mountainous stone and cords. Veins, large and small, were everywhere.
With his hands on his hips, he pumped and thrust out his chest. The cleavage depth was amazing. He bounced his pecs and I got all excited and he bounced them some more. He tapered down to an eight pack of carved abdominals that were square with deep ridges in between each slab. I traced my finger along those ridges and he gave me a big smile of satisfaction. He turned around, tight pants still on, and gave me one hell of a lat spread, back muscle flexing, and a rear arm muscle dance.
He turned back to me and I dove at his button and zipper on his pants. His big cock was already jamming itself down his pant leg. I pulled down his pants over his huge quads with a great deal of effort. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. And out popped this big, veiny, muscular cut cock. It stood straight out and he bounced it for me. The crown was huge, almost twice as wide as his cock. I thought I was gonna die. I got his pants off him and beheld the sight of a dramatically V-shaped muscle god that defied anything I could have imagined. He said he didn’t like to do contests…too much worshipping bullshit and hangers-ons.
He reached around, in all his naked muscular glory, and turned on the showers. Then he came over to me and quickly, but gently, pulled every piece of clothing off of me. He was very excited, too. My cock popped out in all its hard fullness as well. He slapped his against mine and we played “dueling swords” with our cocks and laughed a lot. I noticed how very happy I was.
Then, once again, he lifted me into a cradle in his strong arms and walked me into the hot shower. As he did this, he lifted me even higher and wrapped his lips around my hard cock. He bounced me up and down while his warm lips encircled my hardness. What a way to get jacked off! We didn’t need to say a word. Our actions spoke volumes. We spent a lot of time exploring each other’s bodies, our muscles (especially his), washing, rinsing, and standing naked next to each other, finding all sorts of ways to keep each other turned on and hard. I loved feeling up each and every muscle as he went from one mind-blowing pose to another…he loved my attention and my enthusiasm for his muscles.
Then we each had our mind-blowing orgasms, due to what we were doing to each other. It was exhausting, especially for me. He could go on forever with spurt after spurt. He posed and flexed with each spurt. He left his longest spurt for when he powered into a most muscular pose. He promised me his jizz might help build my own muscles. It tasted like honey.
After drying each other off and doing some typical naked male “grab-ass” he gave me one of his white terry robes. He wanted to make sure I was warm. It was so big it was comical. He stayed in the nude and we went to his bedroom. He had a gorgeous ass. He pulled back the sheets and got in, his hard cock sticking straight out from his crotch. I took off the robe and crawled in. The closer I got to him, the more I was surrounded by his huge arms. His cock jammed into my back. He flexed it periodically just to remind me he was there. He kept pulling me in closer and closer. I could feel his hot breath on my ear. He kept nuzzling and squirming his body to get closer to me. I could feel the incredible power in his body. I reciprocated as best I could.
As we started to doze, he commented, “See, Steve, I knew we could be a Christmas present for each other, I just knew.” “Thank you, Gary, thank you. You have made me so happy. Thank you for giving yourself to me, especially with no strings attached,” I said lovingly. “Isn’t it ironic,” he said, “I feel like you’ve given yourself to me. Merry Christmas, good buddy, Merry Christmas.”
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