Gym Muscle

[piotrpjs]

Mickey Flexman was ecstatic. Three days ago he had won the Mr. Universe
title and he was now the first bodybuilder/strongman in history to be both
Mr. U and World's Strongest Man. He had won the strongman competition just three months earlier at a weight of 420lbs at just 5 feet 8inches.
Incredibly, in 3 months preparation for Mr. Universe, he had dropped his
weight to 350lbs of incredibly ripped muscle, his body/fat ratio dropped to
just 4% and his arms and thighs were covered in freaky veins. One of the
judges (who had had Mickey pose for him, privately, several times) told
Mickey that he had won because he was the first Mr. Universe contestant to
come on stage, ripped, at over 320lbs, with 28" arms and 68" chest! Mickey
was overjoyed to hold both titles, not least, because he knew it would
thrill his numerous muscle-worshipping clients. (Although he no longer
needed this source of income he loved getting off on guys, and chicks,
salivating over the prospect of feeling all the muscle he had developed).

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Two weeks later he was back in the gym working out insanely in order to
maintain his freaky mass at around 320-350lbs of solid vein-engorged muscle.
He had various regular clients lined up and he needed to be as freaky as
possible. It was around 10pm and Mojo, the gym owner, called out: "Mickey,
I'm off now-don't forget to lock the front door when you've finished. Oh,
and you're on your own except for a guy down the other end on the treadmill. He's just checking out the gym -be nice to him, won't you!" "I will",
grunted Mickey, instantly forgetting about the new guy as he concentrated on heaving his massive thighs up and down on the hack squat machine.

Mickey's thighs measured around 38inches and tonight they were encased in
the tightest pair of spandex leggings it was possible to imagine. He had
started off with some 'light' repetitions on the hack squat machine (around
500lbs!) and was slowly heaving up the weight and then, in good form, slowly
lowering the weight to the original position. As he lowered the weight the
spandex emphasized the bulging cock and balls tidily encased between
Mickey's upper thighs. (Mojo had often broached the subject with Mickey
suggesting that he wear more loose-fitting clothing, fearing that "some of
our members are spontaneously cumming at the sight of all that meat!").
Mickey secretly (and not so secretly) enjoyed the attention but, for now, he
was more concerned about completing the 20th rep of his final set on the
hack machine. By now the sweep in his thighs was incredibly flared and the
burning sensation in his insanely pumped-up legs was excruciating as he
struggled to finish the final rep. "Er, excuse me" piped a nervous voice
"Er, may I ask you a question". Mickey let out an involuntary "Fuck!" as,
startled by this sudden interruption, he struggled to finish the rep and
release the safety bar. "Who the fuck are you! Never interrupt a guy while
he's in the middle of a set-have you ever been in a fucking gym before" "I'm
sorry" said the stranger "and no, this IS my first time in a gym.

I've been standing over there watching you train your legs for the past five minutes and I cannot believe how much muscle you've packed on your frame! By the way, my name's Joey and I'm in LA for another week before I go back to London". Mickey didn't know what it was about this guy (maybe his polite
'Englishness') but he started to calm down. "OK, Joey-my name is Mickey
Flexman-now what was that question?" Joey, normally a shy, 'geeky 24 year
old came straight to the point: "Mr. Flexman, would you pose for me at my
hotel for $500?" "Oh sure" said Mickey, "call me on this number tomorrow
evening around 8 and we can arrange a time and a proper fee!-if you don't
know, I AM the reining Mr. Universe." "Great!" Joey cooed, losing some of
his initial shyness, "but, before I go, would you do another couple of reps
on the hack squat machine-just so I can see those incredible slabs of meat
on your thighs-close up?". "OK, but most guys go nuts over my veiny biceps".
"Oh, don't worry", said Joey, "I am a total biceps worshipper-but I want to
save that for when we next meet -and when you have had a chance to pump them up to insane proportions".

"OK, thighs it is"

Mickey lowered the weight on the machine so that he could do a couple more
reps and really squeeze his thighs hard and give this Limey a real show of
black beef!. As he squeezed out the final rep Mickey was suddenly aware that Joey had placed a warm hand over his dick and was starting to fondle it.
Mickey immediately became aroused and his 10" dick started to swell and
writhe constricted, as it was, beneath the tight spandex. "Hey, man" I
thought you were just into posing?" Joey immediately stepped back, blushing
with embarrassment. "I'm s-s-sorry", he stammered "I didn't mean to offend
you". "OFFEND ME?" queried Mickey, "listen you tight-arsed Limey-last week I
had three guys worshipping me. One was j/o while I flexed my 28" bicep in
his face. The other was getting off on my delts and lats-while the third
fucker was happily sucking me off. OFFENDED, MY BLACK ASS!!". "But" Mickey
continued, poking Joey in the chest, "You don't just assume that I'm a piece
of meat to be touched-up when and if you feel like it. Understand?"

"Oh fuck" exclaimed Joey "you see, if I was back in England I would never dream of being so forward. I suppose it was because, after this week we will never see each other again and I was just overcome by the sight of 350 pounds of massive muscle encased in a huge dick! Forgive me, please". He didn't know why but Mickey's face crumpled into a huge smile. He pushed out his huge hand towards Joey: "No hard feelings, then- and you can cop a feel of all this beef in a few days time" Joey paused, seemingly distracted. "You OK, man?, said Mickey. "Oh, I'm fine" beamed Joey, "I was just thinking about
what I'm going to do with 350 pounds of vein-engorged muscle when I next see
you.........

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4 days later, after details had been exchanged and a fee agreed, Mickey
arrived at Joey's hotel room on Venice beach. After the preliminaries Joey
asked if Mickey had trained his arms today. "Fuck, yeah" said Mickey. "I've
hammered these arms for the past 2 hours and they are PUMPED". Mickey was about to take off his coat and flex the monsters for his client, but Joey
moved across the room. "Don't show me just yet-we only have two hours and I want to savour the moment. Do you know how big they are, right now?" "Well, my girlfriend taped them in the gym an hour ago and my left arm was just on 27 ? inches". Joey's mouth became dry, just at the thought of seeing (and touching) a mscleman's bicep that huge. "And your girlfriend -she's into big muscles, is she?" (Joey was desperate for small talk while Mickey prowled around the room and began taking various supplements and bottles from a gym bag). O sure", drawled Mickey, "that and my big cock, of course.

It's funny, though-I first met her 3 years ago in a bar. I was wearing a
short, tight tee-shirt, and I swear some of the guys in the bar were cumming
in their pants at the sight of my 25 inch arms being deliberately squeezed
and flexed in order to get a reaction. This girl, Shirley, (now my girlfriend) was in a group of 3 chicks and suddenly she starts bad-mouthing me and saying how gross I looked, how I was making her feel physically sick" Joey (the shy Englishman, remember) interrupted him: "Fuck if that had been me I would have been on top of you in a second, groping all that muscle" "That's not the finish", replied Mickey. "She then leaves her friends and goes out of
the bar. I forget about her and for 10 minutes allow, fuck knows how many
guys, to 'accidentally' bump into me and grope my arms. One skinny guy
whispers in my ear about how he'd like to slip his 10 inch dick between the
crook of my arm while I muscle-fucked him-but I don't do that sort of thing,
do !? I then left the bar", Mickey continued, "by myself and who should be
standing outside by an alley way " - "Shirley?", I interjected. "Yes!"

Well", Mickey went on, "I gave her a little show of all this muscle (that
had made her so sick 10 minutes previously). Within 30 seconds I was in her
panties while she wet herself squeezing my pecks as hard as she could while
I flexed them like fuck in her face. She kept moaning about how hard I was
and before I could get my face into her pussy she had clamped her lips
around my dick while holding on to my arms as if her life depended on it"
Joey was getting hard hearing about this musclefuck but, not unnaturally, he
was keen to get HIS hands on all this muscle, as well. He interrupted "Did
you bring a really tight teeshirt like I asked?" Mickey realized that Joey
was anxious to start. "O, sure-I guess you want to see what the new breed of Mr. Universe looks like, up close and personal?" Mickey began taking off his
jacket, deliberately exaggerating the process-as if his enormous bulk made
the act of disrobing difficult (which of course it did). Even though Joey
had a 350lb bodybuilder in front of him at a height of 5ft 8inches he was
still totally unprepared for the sight that unfolded before him. Mickey
finally released the second sleeve of his jacket and stood there in a white,
insanely tight, teeshirt that highlighted the enormous size of his black
arms. The arms were criss-crossed with tiny veins on the bicep with one huge pipe-like vein snaking across the upper biceps. But what almost sent Joey over the edge were the huge slabs of forearm muscle covered in veins. Joey had always though of him self as a "biceps man" but he just had to get his hands on those forearms! "Please may I touch that forearm" Joey said,
reverting to his (overdone) English politeness. "Fuck, yes-come here and
grope what ever you fancy" Joey spent a full minute just looking at the
forearm, while the muscleman slowly flexed a forearm, making the veins
squirm. Joey had a raging hard-on but he was determined to hold off cumming (if that were possible) until he could start his bicep-worship in earnest.

As if Mickey had anticipated this he said: "Do you have a tape measure?" In
an instant, Joey produced the measure. "Tape this". With that the
man-mountain proceeded to flex his left arm, slowly squeezing as he lowered
and raised his arm. He did this for a full 3 minutes while his arm pumped up
to insane proportions with sweat and veins bulging all over.. "NOW you can
tape this fucker" boomed Mickey. Joey, by now dripping pre-cum, pulled the
tape over Mr. U's flexed left arm. "O holy fuck" he exclaimed "27 1/2
inches". This was the moment when Joey got his first real feel of what its
like to touch a top pro bodybuilder. Nothing could prepare him for the sheer
hardness of the muscle and when Mickey gave an extra flex, at the same time pushing his arm into the Englishman's face, Joey lost it and sprayed jizz
all over Mickey's vein-engorged arm. "Fuck-you sure are into arms" was
Mickey's only comment. Joey's mind went back a few years to the time he had seen Bertil Fox doing a seminar in London. Bertil was famed for his monster arms-around 22 inches. But Joey's were over 27 inches-and still growing-or so Joey hoped!

"How big do you want to get these fuckers" Joey enquired, running his hand
along the back of Mickey's arm-and so drawing his attention to the massive
triceps hanging on each arm. "Well, with your help, tonight, I reckon I
could get them up to a full 28inches. I need to find something in this room
heavy enough so I can pump out around 100 reps in my left arm and flush
blood into the muscle". "There's nothing that even remotely fits the bill in
this room" Joey said. "No?-how much do you weigh, Joey?", Mickey enquired.
"185lbs-but how's that going to help?". "Listen Joey, I won the World's
Strongest Man competition 3 months ago and I could bicep curl you-no
problem". Joey's dick shot bolt upright at the thought of being lifted by
Mickey's humungous arms. He felt a desperate need to get himself off and
pulled down his joggers, but the Strongman, willing to please, placed his
giant calloused-ridden hand around Joey's cock (as if he was using a
joy-stick on a play station) and gently moved his hand, backward and
forward, with a slight rubbing action. Meanwhile Joey put both his hands
around the muscleman's mammoth arm, squeezed and licked the monster mound of muscle, rolled his eyes, lay back - and imagined he had gone to heaven.......

.........Mickey went to the bathroom to clean up before starting the
bicep-curling session he had promised Joey. The muscleman admired his arms
in the mirror, now totally freaked out and covered in veins but he noticed a
purple-ish bruise about an inch across on his left bicep. "Fuck", he
thought, "he may be a tight-assed Brit- but he's a fucking whore when it
comes to muscle!"

"Right" commanded Mickey, coming out of the bathroom, "this is how it works. You've already taped my arm at 27 ? inches-wanna double check?" Joey needed no second bidding. He shot over to where Mickey was standing and pulled the tape around the muscleman's left arm. "Eh?" exclaimed the Englishman "what's this-25inches?" With that Mickey flexed his arm hard and the mound of vein-engorged meat shot up and pushed the tape to 27? inches. Joey spontaneously ejaculated for the second time at the sight of this muscleman, less that 6 inches away from him. "Sorry" said Mickey, playfully, "I was just teasing you"

to be continued

[ganteugene]

Great story!

[balmoral93]

but i gorgot where and when and who's the writter, but any way one of my favorite stories!

[omelissokomos]

Originally Posted by balmoral93

i read this story before...??

It's been posted by the author a few times before under another title, "Muscle Worship". Been wondering if it'll be continued rather than reposted.

[piotrpjs]

Sorry! I am the guilty party who keeps reposting! I wrote it over a Christmas break 2 years ago. Must try and either continue story - or possibly get Mr Flexman (subtle, eh?) to appear at an arm-wrestling contest........

[johnd]

Great story! Try for some more.