Outgrown by Dad, Part 1

[HarbieBoys]

Outgrown by Dad, Part 1

I?ve always been into working out and keeping in shape, and even competed in a couple of small local shows. At 40, I figured my competing days were over, but still kept a few pairs of posing trunks around for old times? sake. Despite having lost some bulk over the years, I was still proud of my 6 foot, 230 pound muscular frame, and could still hold my own with the young guns at the gym. Every so often after a heavy workout, I?d slip into my posing trunks and hit a few poses. If I could convince one of the other guys at the gym to do the same, and see who was bigger, all the better.

My father had never understood my interest in bodybuilding, and at 62 had just come through a difficult period, getting over the loss of my mother and the re-adjustment that followed. In order to keep him company, I moved into his house, which was significantly more spacious than my own. I tried for months to convince him to join me at the gym, but he refused. At 5?9? and a lean 145 pounds, he was in good physical condition, and saw no reason to change. Occasionally he?d walk in on me hitting my poses, and shake his head in disbelief. To be fair, despite his lack of interest in my bodybuilding, he attended my competitions, but I think it fair to say that he saw it as self-indulgent narcissism.

One day, however, we were watching TV and a show came on about Masters bodybuilders. Instead of changing the channel, my father was fascinated by the footage of bodybuilders in their sixties and seventies getting up on stage. Some of the contestants were candid in their interviews about use of steroids and growth hormone, and the improved sense of well-being they provided. Dad mentioned his family physician had discussed these with him, and encouraged him to consider them as an option, given his age.

I came home the next day from work, to find my father sitting at the computer, gesturing me over. He showed me discussion boards where use of steroids in older men was discussed, and said he?d already been in contact with a personal trainer who specialised in seniors. He?d booked us ? yes, us ? a training session the following day. This was happening all so fast, but I figured I?d go along with it, given I?d been encouraging him for so long. That?s like my dad, though? once he?s put his mind to something, he focuses on it to the n-th degree.

We drove up to Steel Fitness, a private gym in an industrial zone about half an hour from our place. The solid steel door was incredibly heavy ? if I?d not been there, my dad would never have been able to open it. Inside, there was no changing room, only a set of benches and hooks in the corner of the weights room. Even the showers were visible from the floor. Where did dad find this place? The equipment was old-school, with an emphasis on free weights and dumbbells. Photos pinned to the walls showed an array of huge gray-haired bodybuilders, obviously steroided, none of whom seemed any younger than 60.

Out from the back came the trainer my father had contacted. As my eyes adjusted to the relative darkness, they fixed on the massive figure in front of me. Standing easily 6?6? and displaying immense muscularity, the guy thrust out a huge arm and shook my father?s hand, then mine. Steve was his name. Gray haired, bearded, with chest hair, he must?ve been at least my father?s age. I realised he was one of the guys in the photos that lined the walls. He was wearing nothing but a pair of black posing trunks.

Guiding us to the corner of the room, Steve pointed towards the scales. As my father went to step on, Steve instructed us to both strip down. Standing in our underwear, Steve told us to strip down completely. This was embarrassing. I?d never seen, nor wanted to see, my father naked, and I?m sure he felt the same way. Steve didn?t seem like the kind of guy you?d argue with. My father stepped up on the scales: 145 lbs. I stepped up: 227 lbs. Geez, that was a few pounds lower than usual, but I guess the clothes and shoes would make up the difference. Steve stepped on after me: 332 lbs. Well that sure made me feel pretty small. Two pairs of black posers were thrown at us, medium for me, small for dad. I wasn?t exactly liking this, but dad seemed nonplussed. Steve looked at dad and told him that his growth started now.

[arpeejay]

Great start! More please!

xoxo

Richard

[mlbjock]

Nice setup; am interested to see where it goes.

[muscl4life]

great start, looking foward to see where this goes! Congratulkations dude this is a very hot story!

[Mad Dog]

Yeah, really great beginning! Hope to see more of this soon. :3

[myoder]

great start - keep it going, please!

[iceman75]

Very interesting start, can't wait to see where it goes, I'm very much into older muscle, so I can't wait to see the Dad grow bigger and stronger.

[2bored]

This is different from the normal MG fare! Keep writing. I can't wait to read more.

[BBMikeNJ]

Nice! Gotta love those jacked up Dads.