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Yesterday I got to the gym a little later than usual. As I was walking to the rack of dumbbells I saw a guy that I had never seen before. He was so gorgeous that I stopped dead in my tracks. He was seated at a bench doing preacher curls with a lot of weight on the bar. I started walking again, watching his image in the mirror out of the corner of my eye. As I got to the rack he slammed down the bar as he finished his set with a grunt and stood up, almost next to me. He was several inches taller than me and incredibly built. Even though his tee shirt was probably an extra-extra large it was pulled tight across his broad chest and shoulders. His massive arms, pumped full of blood, stretched the fabric of the shirt as he shook them to loosen the muscles up. He had dark brown curly hair and a thick, neatly trimmed beard that immediately made me think of him as Hercules. At the neck of his shirt some tufts of dark chest hair poked through. My only regret was that he was wearing baggy sweatpants so I couldn't get a good view of what I was sure was a terrific ass and pair of legs. He began to turn around and his gaze caught mine in the mirror. He had piercing brown eyes that made me take a quick breath in. It was clear that I was looking at him, and he gave me a small nod when he turned around and was facing me directly. Then he walked past outside to the water fountain.
I picked up some dumbells and went to a nearby bench. I definitely wanted to get another look at this incredible hunk, but I had to be discreet, especially since he had already caught me looking at him. I was on my back doing flyes when out of the corner of my eye I noticed him walk back to his bench, add another plate on each side of the bar, and start his set. I was done first and was treated to the sight of him heaving the weights up and lowering them slowly down. When he was done he got up and quickly walked over to the dumbbells. He picked up two 55 pound dumbbells, then sat down on a bench next to mine. He started doing seated curls, throwing the weights up like they weighed half as much. Luckily, it worked out that I was exercising while he rested, so I had plenty of opportunity to watch as he did set after set of curls. He worked up to 65 pound dumbbells for three sets, lifting the weight with what seemed to be incredible ease. His arms were fantastic! I started to imagine them flexing right in front of my face, tracing the thick vein across the bicep with my tongue. I got up myself then to get a drink of water to cool down - my gym shorts were pretty tight and the hard on I was getting would be obvious in another second.
I came back and loaded up the bar at the benchpress station. Lingering where I had been would have been too obvious. Just as I was starting to lie back on the bench, I heard a deep voice rumble, "Do you want a spot?" I looked up and there he was, standing over me. "Sure," is all that I managed to get out. Thank God for those baggy sweats he was wearing. If I had seen his cock dangling over my face, I would have dropped the weights! With his huge mass as inspiration, I forced out two more reps than I normally would have done, as he urged me on, "It's all you, it's all you."
"Thanks," I said when the weight was back. "No problem," he replied. Then he smiled and said, "Maybe you can return the favor when I do triceps pushdowns." "You bet," I said, not believing my luck at having this muscle-packed guy inviting me to be close up as he was working out.
For the next hour and a half we worked out, sometimes spotting each other, sometimes off at different corners of the gym. It was incredible what he could do, he was so strong. I had never seen anyone like him at the gym before. His muscles exploded every time that he hefted the weights around. I'm no slouch in the workout department, but I was beginning to get exhausted. But then I would see this guy blasting away and I would get inspired to do more. And I didn't want to be the first to leave - I was starting to think that he was interested in more than just a spotter. In between sets we would chat a little about inconsequential things, until finally I got up the nerve to say, "By the way, my name's Bob." "I'm Jim," he said and held out his bearpaw of a hand. His grip was firm as we shook, as masculine as I expected it to be.
Finally he said, "I guess we've earned our right to relax a little for the rest of the day." My heart started to race at the thought of going into the locker room and showers with him. "Yeah, I've done my fair share," I replied. We walked downstairs to the locker room. It turned out that we had lockers in different sections. "Now I'll get the reward of seeing his cock," I thought. I got to the showers first and started to lather up. Where was he? Finally, he showed up with a towel wrapped around his waist and walked into the stall next to mine, not across from me as I had prayed. I didn't see his cock, but I was nearly overcome by the sight of his enormous torso. As I suspected, his huge pecs were covered with manly hair that made him look incredibly rugged. His abs were like a Greek statue's and his broad shoulders showed the perfect separations of the deltoids. I had to turn the cold water on full blast to keep from getting a fully raging hard on.
He showered quickly and dried off inside the stall, so again I was thwarted from seeing his dick. Then he just walked by to his locker. I was crestfallen - maybe nothing was going to happen after all. I went to get dressed, wrapping my towel around my waist (something I never do) because my dick was still kind of hard. As I was stepping into my briefs he appeared, already dressed. I quickly pulled them up over my semierect cock, but he must have seen it, because he gave me a little smile. "Hey Bob, how about having a drink? You worked for it," he asked. "Yeah, that would be great. Where do you want to go?" I asked. My heart was definitely racing, but I still wasn't sure that Jim was gay. "Well, you know I only recently moved here, and the only places I know of are not so close to here." The places I would have suggested weren't so close either - the gay bars were in another part of town. Before I could respond though he said, "My place is right near here, and I've got some beer in the fridge. How about that?" How about that! Thank God I got my pants on to keep my dick from sticking straight out. "That sounds great," I said, and we headed out the door.
As we walked to his apartment he talked about how he had just moved to town and only joined the gym a few days before. "You're no stranger to gyms," I said. "You look like you should have your picture in a bodybuilding magazine." "I have," he said, giving me a smile. "I won the state championship last year. Now I'm training for a regional contest in a few months. I want to get bigger by then, though. A training partner would help there." Bigger! I didn't dare suggest that I would be more than willing to help him get bigger and stronger. At least it looked like I'd be seeing plenty of this stud at the gym.
When we got to his place he waved at the sofa while he went into the kitchen. He came back with two bottles and passed me one. "Cheers," he said and clinked his bottle against mine. He gave me a look after taking a drink. "It looks like you like to work out too," he said. I work out regularly, but there was no way that I was near his league and I said so. "Just the way you were cranking out the sets, working your arms, I don't know if I could ever come close," I said. "There's really no reason you couldn't have arms like these if you wanted them," he said, and then he flexed. The peak of his biceps stretched his tee shirt sleeve so tightly that it should have started splitting at the seam. "Can I feel it?" I asked, needing another drink of beer to wet my throat that had gone dry. "Yeah, I'm proud of these guns." He straightened and flexed again, the huge biceps right in front of my face. I slowly started sliding my hand over and around his mighty upper arm as he looked at me with a haughty kind of look. He knew that I was in awe of him and he was getting off on it. "Yeah, that's a huge arm," he said as I drew my face toward it. I started licking the veins across his biceps, just as I had dreamed about earlier at the gym. I had never felt anyone so hard before. He flexed a few more times and I started groaning. "If you like that so much, let's see what you think about this," he said as he pushed me back a little. Then he reached down and pulled off his shirt, revealing his deep furry chest.
"Man, you are so hot," I said. "I could spend hours worshipping your body." "We've got the time," he said with a smile, and pulled my head down between his pecs. I rubbed my face in his hairy chest, glad that I had this chance before he would have to shave it for his contest. I rubbed my face all over the two mountains that were his pecs, finally putting my hot mouth over one of his big nipples. As I started tonguing and sucking it he started sighing. I wanted to give this Samson pleasure, almost more than I wanted to get off myself.
He pulled me up on top of himself and brought my face up to his. Then he started kissing me, his tongue darting around my mouth, all the time his smoldering eyes looking into mine. I reached down and started unzipping his pants, and he did the same to mine. "Nice cock," he said as he pulled my throbbing eight inch member from my underwear. He bucked up a little so that I could pull his pants down. Finally I was going to see his cock! It was poking out from his briefs as I pulled them down. It was already larger and thicker than my own dick, and as I watched it continued stiffening, getting even bigger. "Worship me," he said. I ran my tongue around the huge head, licking off some pre-cum that had started to drip out. I had the thick shaft in one hand, slowly stroking it while I started working his cock down my throat. As I started sucking him I watched fascinated as his stomach muscles rolled and tightened. He held my head between his hands and forced me down all the way on his fully engorged cock. He could have crushed my skull if he wanted to, I knew, from seeing him display his might in the gym. I gasped for air as he moved my head up and down his rigid tool.
"Oh yeah, you want that cock," he growled. "Yes, yes, let me have it, please," I begged. He smiled, then said, "Yeah, I'll let you have it. Wait right here." Then he abruptly got up and walked into the bedroom, leaving me to watch his hard bubblebutt as he walked away. I heard him rifle through a drawer and then come back. His cock was like a firehose, studded with twisty veins, just like those in the mighty muscles of his shoulders and arms. He had a rubber and lubricant in one hand, and I started salivating when I realized what was next. "Are you going to fuck me, musclegod?" I asked. "You're going to get fucked so that you remember it forever," he said as he tore open the rubber and started greasing up his huge pole while I lay there, mesmerized. Then he pulled me to the edge of the sofa so that my quivering hole was before his thick hard on. "Oh God," I moaned as he started pushing it into my tight ass. "You're my god," I said as he kept pushing it further and further into me.
After he had pumped me a few times that devilish smile crossed his face and he said, "Let's go for a little walk." With that he reached his gigantic arms around behind my back and picked me up, while his cock was still fully up my ass. He carried me into the bedroom, looking me in the eye with that haughty grin on his face again. He was carrying my 170 pound body like it was a small sack of groceries from the store! It had an effect that we both wanted. "You are superman," I moaned. I had never been with anyone so strong before. He got off on it, seeing me completely in awe of him. He walked over to a full length mirror on one wall. He stood slightly turned to it, so we could both watch as he slowly pulled my body away from his, exposing more and more of his cock. Just before the head appeared, he started pushing me back onto his enormous shaft. He started to thrust me up and down on his cock, using his hips to shove it deep into my ass. I held onto his upper arms, feeling the muscles in them bunch up as he had me riding his cock. The feeling in my ass was incredible as he rammed into me, banging against the prostate so that I thought I would come without having to yank on my raging hard on. His huge chest was heaving now, but he seemed unstoppable, as if he could fuck me all night. And I urged him to do it! "Fuck me strong man!" I cried out. I didn't know where to look - at the mirror to see his dick slamming into my ass, at his wide shoulders or chest, or at the rugged, handsome bearded face with that smile. "You are so powerful!" I screamed. And then I couldn't believe what he did. He freed one arm so that he was supporting me only with his left hand, and then flexed his right arm. The mighty biceps and triceps that I had been drooling over all day were flexing and bulging while he continued to ram me furiously. I was hypnotized by the arm, watching the peak spring up when he flexed it. Then he grabbed my cock and started jerking me off while he fucked me with even greater intensity. I was completely in his power. There was no way I could have escaped, but of course I didn't want to. He was in complete control as I felt my ass and balls tighten as I got ready to shoot. "Will you always worship me? Will you do what I command you to?" he sternly asked. The veins in his neck were bulging, and the striations in his shoulders and chest were clear. Manly sweat had started to cover his forehead and upper body. "Yes, yes, yes, You are my gorgeous musclegod," I gasped as I looked him straight in the face. With that I couldn't resist him any longer and I gave in to the spasms that were rising up from my balls. I shot my hot cum all over his chest with such force that I'm sure it would have gone six feet if it wasn't caught in the mat covering his monstrous pecs. I kept shooting and he let out a deep groan as he rammed his cock deep inside me. I could feel the throbs of his own cumming as the last of my spunk shot onto his abs. With one final thrust he seemed to be spent and pulled me close to him to kiss me deeply. He started walking to the bed as we kissed. He put me down and slowly pulled out. I just looked up at him, one arm caressing a tree trunk sized thigh. He looked down and smiled, then joined me on the bed, pulling me alongside of him. His body was so hard!
We lay together, stroking and rubbing each other's bodies, nuzzling and kissing every now and then. "I told you that I need a training partner for the contest coming up. Think you're up to it?" I couldn't believe it! Working out with this stud every day was more than I ever dreamed of. "I'm not in your Olympian league, though," I said. "Will I be able to help you enough?" "You did fine today," he said. "And it makes me work that much harder knowing that someone's going to be getting off on my efforts. It works both ways - your body is going to get even better too." Then he put his arms around me and held me so tightly that I thought my ribs would crack. "Besides, you said that you would do what I commanded. Imagine worshipping this every day!" and he flexed his huge arm again. "Oh, yeah strong man. I'll do whatever you say," I said as I put my hand on the well-shaped muscle. My cock, which had been half hard for a while quickly began to stiffen. I could feel Jim's cock was hard as well as he rolled over on top of me. I could feel the hair of his chest brush lightly against mine. He slowly lowered himself on his thick arms so that I felt the pressure of his tight chest muscles as he started to rub them up, down, and across mine. I reached around and ran my arms along the slabs of muscles that formed his broad back. His dick was between my legs now, and he bent down even closer so that he ran his thick beard across my face and neck. His tongue was in my ear, then his hot mouth was working on my neck as I kneaded the muscles in his back and shoulders. We explored each others bodies with our tongues and hands, rubbing against each other in pleasure. There was a masuline scent in the air, a mixture of the spunk and sweat from our earlier hot fucking.
Jim reached over to a night table and got some more lube and rubbers. He tossed them toward me. "Now it's time for you to return the favor again," he said as he turned around on all fours and stuck his ass out before my cock. Here was this stud offering his perfectly shaped glutes to me, inviting me to fuck him. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. I knew that I could never match the ramming that he had given me, but I was determined to give this humpy man as much pleasure as I could. I knelt behind him and worked my big tool up his tight asshole as he grunted. I could tell that he wasn't too used to being fucked. I lowered myself so that my chest was rubbing across the wide span of his back as I began to slowly drive in and out of him. His grunts soon turned into moans, especially when I reached around and started working his taught nipples with my fingers, milking them harder and harder.
He stretched his neck around to try to face me and said, "How about another show? Pull out a second." I didn't know what he had in mind, but I was sure it would make me wild. He got up and walked to the mirror again and bent over a little. I jumped up to follow and crammed my cock straight up his hole. Then he straightened up, gave me that haughty look as he looked at me in the mirror, then struck a most muscular pose. I felt his butt muscles tighten as the rest of his body exploded into tight striations. Then he seemed to brace himself as he brought both arms up for a double biceps pose. I reached up to feel his arms. Because he had been working them so much they still felt like boulders had been stuffed inside. I pulled up a little and was hanging off of his beefy arms, with my cock still inside him. Now it was my turn to moan. I kept repeating "Powerful man, strong man, big man," over and over as I fucked him. I thought about how he had said that he wanted to get bigger. How much bigger would these arms get? 22 inches? 25 inches? I fantasized him getting huger and huger as we worked out over time, until he was doing concentration curls with the 140 pound dumbbells that I had never seen anyone at the gym touch. Arms as big around as my 30 inch waist bulging as he just kept going and going. Doing benchpress of rep after rep with 800 pounds on the bar, with me hanging onto it, screaming at him to do more to get his 75 inch chest even bigger. It made me think of the Hercules movies I used to be fascinated by as a teenager. I pictured him with his hands locked together, with a rope tied around each freakishly pumped upper arm. On each side ten guys from the gym were straining as they pulled on the ropes, trying to pull his arms apart. They couldn't even budge him, as he stood with that superior smirk on his face. I would be kneeling in front of him, grovelling around his massive calves and thighs, honored that he would let me help him get stronger and be rewarded by wild sex.
I came back to reality, a reality that was better than any fantasy I had ever had! I brought my feet back down to the floor and roamed his body with my greedy hands. I finally took his superdick in my hand and started jerking him off as my other hand felt his tight, hard flesh. I timed my thrusts with my hand movements, so that it almost felt like I was jerking my own cock that was ramming through him. "Man, you know how to get me off," he said, starting to breathe quickly. I knew then that he was going to cum soon, so I really started pounding his butt. With a loud moan he shot a thick load of cum that splattered with a loud thwack against the mirror five feet away. He shot load after load, and each time the muscles in his butt contracted so tightly it was like clamping my cock in a vise. How could he cum so much when we had just had sex a little while ago? I couldn't hold onto my own load any longer and shot my hot spunk into him. Feeling his tight, writhing muscles under my hands made me cum again and again. I pulled out and got down on my knees as in my fantasy, licking his calves, running my hands up and down his thighs, caressing his softening dick. He pulled me up, held me tight in his strong arms, and kissed me intensely. "If you worked out like you fucked, you would be a pro in no time," he said. "We'll have to see that you do," he said. I knew then that there would be many more hot scenes to come. "Let's take a shower and grab some dinner," he said. "And who knows what will happen if you stay the night?" I was already thinking of some possibilites as we headed toward the bathroom.
If you have any other stories about muscular and strong guys, or you want to tell me about how big and powerful you are, post them here or e-mail them to me at bobaroo2@aol.com.