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This is not my story, it's a friend's, Forumite@nycnet.com. It involves muscleboy fantasy. He has a nice endowment too, but his fantasies are more like "The Journal"'s. If you want to email him, especially if you're a muscle stud, be my guest.
The following story contains explicit gay sex, so if it offends your delicate sensibilities.... WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! (grin)
eric writes: >I say that we all post our most outrageous sexual fantasy.
Ok, how about this?
Word of warning: Not to be read if you're under 18. X-rated
Sorry Paolo, it involves muscles.
PYGMALION
by Forumite
@nycnet.com
Today is the day. Today I get to meet Jeffrey Bruton in person. Who is Jeffrey Bruton? He's only a god. He recently won the Mr. Universe contest as well as Mr. Olympia, but any professional bodybuilder can win those. However, Jeffrey Bruton puts them all to shame. He did a photo shoot for Muscle Man magazine after winning Mr. Universe. His massive arms are thicker than tree trunks. His torso has the widest V-shape I've ever seen with pectoral muscles protruding out almost 6 inches from his main body and nipples as large as half-dollars. His stomach was rippled and hard as a rock. He didn't have chest hair, but that didn't matter. I prefer seeing bare muscles anyway. His legs were thicker than his arms, more than eight times the bulk of the juiciest turkey leg you ever had on Thanksgiving. His face was drop-dead gorgeous, with piercing eyes, a seductive smile, and short light brown hair with just a slight bang over his forehead. Naturally he was wearing the standard posing strap, but it left little to the imagination. Most guys wear skimpy ones, but Jeffrey wears extra large to cover his basket, but even so, I swear you can see an outline of his family jewels. There is also a photo of him showing his back. You would expect his butt to be so muscular as you can't tell where a leg ends and a cheek begins, but with Jeffrey, there was no such problem. Though covered by the strap, he still showed a big round bubble butt, firm but smooth.
So why was I meeting him? I'm no 98 pound weakling, but I couldn't even win a Mr. Asteroid competition, let alone Mr. Universe. Anyway, it's from that same photo shoot. Muscle Man magazine was having a contest, first prize being a year's worth of weight lifting training with Jeffrey Bruton. The magazine would pay Jeffrey for his time and an equal amount to charity. I knew it was a long shot, but I had to enter. Jeffrey himself called me to give me the great news that I had won.
Fortunately, Jeffrey also lived in New York City (how come I never saw him?), so there was no need to worry about travel arrangements. Jeffrey would be able to train me at the same time he does his own exercises, but he can only do it twice a week since he does have other clients as well as personal appearances to make. Naturally, it is up to me to keep up with the exercises on my own. I didn't really care that much about getting large muscles and such. Sure I would like them, but I just wanted to spend time with Jeffrey. I'm not going to fool myself into thinking our so called relationship is anything more than trainer/client. Since we would be seeing each other twice a week for a year, I'm sure some sort of friendship would develop, but more likely only as far as good acquaintances.
Jeffrey would be training me at his apartment in Manhattan overlooking Central Park. I'm certain it is quite a view, but I'd be too distracted by Jeffrey to even notice. When I got to his apartment, I rang the buzzer. When he opened the door, my heart skipped a beat There was my dream god in the flesh. His piercing brown eyes looked right through me. He smiled that seductive smile. He was wearing a tank-top so that his broad shoulders were bare. With one hand on the door knob and the other leaning on top of the door frame, his large half-dollar nipples were also exposed. I dared not look any lower lest I embarrass myself or make him feel self-conscious. He welcomed me inside and led me directly to a rather large room where he has his own gym.
I was walking behind him which allowed me a better look at all of him. His back muscles flexed as he walked; his biceps pumping with each swing of his arms. He was wearing shorts, the kind with a cut away on the sides. The sight of his bare plump legs caused me to pant, but it was his beautiful bubble butt hugged by his shorts that caused me to stop a moment to catch my breath. The bottom of his underwear was outlined through the tight-fitting shorts. There was also just a slight indentation down the middle to perfectly outline both cheeks. Each step he took enhanced the indentation.
He quickly turned around. Since I was just admiring his butt, I now got a good view of his groin. I couldn't see a definitive shape as I could in his posing strap from the magazine photo, but there was a bulge. However, I quickly looked up to his face, trying to show I'm only interested in learning how to properly exercise. If he noticed me staring at him, he didn't show any sign of it nor mention it. After I introduced myself and us talking a bit to get to know one another, he showed me around to all the machines, what particular muscles they were designed for, and how to use them. Of course, it was important to stretch first so as not to get cramps and to wear comfortable clothes. He showed me where the bathroom was so I could change.
When I entered the bathroom, the first thing I saw was the tub. The thought of him naked in there, in this same room I am in, got me all horny again. As I was changing, I was trying to think of other thoughts to calm me down, but nothing worked. I was afraid my excitement would show through to him, utterly embarrassing me, but I had purposely brought loose fitting shorts hoping it wouldn't be noticeable.
After changing, I returned to the weight room. We sat down across from each other. First we stretched our arms and upper body. It was hard to concentrate while seeing his muscles flex bulbously and his nipples constantly peeking out from behind his tank top. The way his chest muscles jutted out from behind his tank top, he might as well not have been wearing it at all. Even when he was in a relaxed state, his pectorals pressed against his shirt leaving a gap underneath between the bottom of his shirt and his stomach.
Next we stretched our legs. It was at this moment that he spread his legs far apart. He had amazing dexterity considering his bulk, but that's not what impressed me. With his legs apart, I could see up his shorts to his underwear. He was wearing I would gather a posing strap as opposed to white briefs. As he stretched, the crotch part of his shorts would move, allowing me a better view of his bulge. This time there was no mistaking the outlining of his dick. It wasn't erect, but it was big. Its head was pointing straight up towards his stomach; his balls hanging below, hugged by the strap. I couldn't help it as my own dick started to grow, as if it could grow any bigger than it already had. I'm rather big myself, but everyone has a limit, and I was reaching mine.
Anyway, I never could really stretch my legs, that is, not very far apart. Jeffrey saw I was having trouble. He stopped stretching and moved over towards me. He put his hands on my right leg to help me stretch it some more. The extra pain I felt from the exertion was overpowered by the excitement of him touching me. This was the first time we were actually touching, skin to skin. It was tantalizing that this would be the limit of our physical contact, but at that moment, I didn't care. I just let myself enjoy the fact that he was touching me.
When we were done stretching, we went to the machines. He started me on light weights, and created a chart so that I could see the progress I was making over the months. I'd be able to see the progress in the mirror as well as my own muscles developed. He told me that it would take more than the year we had to get as bulky as him, but I would still have well defined muscles that would surely impress the ladies. I didn't comment.
We hadn't yet discussed how long our sessions would be or finalize what days we would meet. When this session was over, I was still in awe of him that I couldn't get the nerve to ask. He suggested Mondays and Thursdays, which was fine by me. He also told me not to leave yet. Then the phone rang. I waited patiently yet nervously while he answered it.
I wanted to just stare at him, to silently gawk at his masculinity, but I was scared to have him notice. I went to a window to look at Central Park. It was a great view, but his deep voice kept distracting me. When he hung up, I went back over to him.
"There is something often overlooked by beginners," he said. "Especially since your muscles are doing work they've never done before, as important it is to stretch before a workout to avoid cramps, afterwards, you need to let your muscles relax. This is why they have steam rooms and saunas at professional gyms. They help relax the body, allowing your muscles time to adjust to their new strength. A good massage also helps, which is kind of like stretching.
I don't have a steam room or sauna, but they aren't absolutely necessary. However, I can give you a massage."
What? Jeffrey Bruton is going to give me a massage?! This can't be happening. Nevertheless, that's exactly what did happen. He led me to his bedroom and told me to take off my shirt and lie on my stomach on the bed. I was grateful for that break since he wouldn't see my boner, which by now was clearly evident. He sat on the bed beside me and started to kneed my back shoulder muscles. I had to force myself to keep a pleasure moan quiet. It wasn't so much the pleasure of the massage, but the fact that Jeffrey Bruton was giving me one. As his hands slowly massaged my entire back, I closed my eyes and just enjoyed it. I wanted to reach out and grab him, but I had to force myself not to. He probably saw my hands clench a bit when this happened since he left my back to massage one arm and then the other. After doing my arms, he went to my legs. He slowly massaged the back of my right thigh almost as if he was caressing it. He went down to my calf and then took my sneakers and socks off. He began to massage my feet and spreading his fingers through my toes. Now, I've seen movies about sports, and whenever the trainer gives the jock a massage, he never does this to the jock's feet. Of course, I'm not going to complain, but I really thought this was pleasurably weird.
After massaging my feet for a few minutes, he slowly went back up my legs. He was back at my thighs, almost touching my butt. Because I was wearing loose-fitting shorts, it was easy for him to slip his hands under them, which is what he did. Not overtly, but slowly enough so that at first it could seem like an accident. As I didn't say anything, he took more of a risk until his hands were firmly on my butt, but over my underwear. I was able to move my head a bit to look at him. He was staring at my butt as he was massaging it. He was breathing heavily, his mouth slightly open. While his head was turned towards my butt, his body was facing me. I looked down and saw that his dick was now clearly defined through his shorts. It was a lot bigger than before and was stretching a bit away from his body.
Though it was obvious he was turned on as I was, I was still frightened to do anything about it. I was sure a butt massage was not part of the normal execercize ritual, but the fear of him disliking me because I "misunderstood" what he was doing was too strong. I hoped he would doing something a little more overt, a sure sign that I can safely reciprocate and spread my hands along his massive body. He turned his head and saw me looking at him. He didn't say anything. He stopped massaging me. While still looking at me, he took off his tank top, revealing in full his humongous torso. "Why don't you feel what your body will be like some day," he said. I turned around a bit, reached out my hand, and touched his chest over his right nipple. He closed his eyes and smiled. I pressed into him. I put my other hand on his other nipple, pressing both. I moved my hands back and forth, stimulating his large nipples so that they stood out more. He kept smiling, and his dick kept growing. I sat up and started to kneed his chest as he kneeded my back earlier. It was rather difficult to do with his muscles as hard as they were, but I didn't care. Electricity was flowing through me. He moved his arms about, allowing me to feel his muscles move beneath my hands. It was all I could stand. I immediately buried my face into his chest, sucking his nipple for all its worth.
He put his massive arms around my back and gave me a hug. He pressed me close against his chest, my tongue flicking his nipple. I managed to get my arms around his back to hug him in return. My hands could not reach each other behind him since he was so wide. I nevertheless moved my hands about his back, relishing the feel of him.
He let go of me and lifted my chin with his hand so that he was staring right into my eyes. He held us in that position for a minute then moved closer and put his lips next to mine. I know many guys like french kissing, but I prefer just having lips touch with no tongue, though the mouths can open and close. It's just my thing. His lips were as soft as cotton. To my delight, he didn't rush his tongue into my mouth, but instead slowly and slightly opened his mouth and then closed it. My heart was pounding as this poster boy for masculinity so gently pressed his lips to mine as if I was a delicate flower.
With our lips still locked, he stood up picking me up with his strong arms. He lifted me into the air, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He kept one arm around my back and the other held my butt as he slowly lifted me and then lowered me. With my dick at full attention, it was pressed against his stomach through my shorts. I could feel every ripple in his stomach with it as he made me fuck his belly. He gently put me back on the bed. He got on the bed as well, straddling his legs on either side of me and lowered his firm butt onto my dick. Looking at his own, I could see it strain against his shorts, big and thick almost poking out the wasitband of his shorts. My hands went up to chest, and I slowly lowered them. When I reached his dick I wrapped both hands around it for a firm grip and jerked him through his shorts. He stopped me after a bit, stood up, and then took off his shorts and posing strap, letting me see him in all his glory. His dick was at least 10 inches big and thicker than a snake. His large balls hung like christmas tree ornaments. I cupped them in one hand and stroked his dick with the other.
After a few minutes of this, he turned around showing me for the first time his beautiful, I have to say it, ass. His magazine photo did not do him justice. His cheeks were big and plump like watermelons as round as a sphere. I just had to reach out my hands and grab them, and kneed them, and squeeze the skin through my fingers. He bent down causing his cheeks to spread showing me his butthole. It was so pink. Admiring his butt, I felt a warm sensation on my dick. He had pulled down my shorts and was now sucking the daylights out of me. Using his right hand to make a tunnel, his large hot mouth made my whole dick tingle with pleasure. I cried out in joy as his tongue moved to and fro massaging the most sensitive part of my dick. I tried to concentrate more on his ass, but I just couldn't. The pleasure was just too much. All I could do was just lie there and enjoy it.
He soon stopped and reached over to a drawer in a small table by the bed. He pulled out a small packet. He opened it up and put a condom on my dick and began to suck me out again. He turned around to face me. He came over and gave me another soft kiss. He then slowly sat back, maneuvering my dick up into his hole. When I penetrated, he grimaced in pleasure. He soon was able to sit all the way down on my dick, his ass touching me. He grabbed me by his arms and gave me another hard bear hug. As he kissed me again, he started to hump my dick. His tight hole pressed against my dick, leaving no room to escape the extreme sensation. I tightly dug my hands into his back and pressed my lips harder against his. The bed shook with his humping and me right along with it. Soon I could take no more, with a loud yelp, I came in the condom up his ass, gushing like a river. While I was doing this, he never stopped humping so that my now extra-sensitive dick would not be given a moment's rest.
I couldn't stop yelping. After gushing all I could, he kept on humping, maintaining the fading pleasure. When I became desensitized, I was able to lie back down. He stopped humping and leaned back. He jerked himself into a frenzy and soon he squirted his cum all over his massive chest, groaning in pleasure with his deep voice.
When he was done, he just sat there looking at me looking at him. His cum slowly dripped down the valley between his pectorals. He reached over back into the drawer and took out some napkins. He cleaned his chest ever so slowly. He got off of me, took off the condom, and cleaned my dick. Putting the napkins aside, he lay down on the bed next to me. "Now that's what I call relaxing your muscles," he said. He then caressed me again and kissed me. I took my shorts completely off and layed myself on top of him, stradling my legs around his massive legs. I put my arms around him, and since he was taller, laid my head against his chest, using his pectoral muscles as a pillow. He closed his arms around me, using a hug as my blanket.