Sunday afternoon at the gym….late spring

[Mdlftr]

[I decided to use this to post the next installment.
Previous installment: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=26785

Sunday afternoon at the gym….in the shadows…..
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It’s after hours, and we’re closing up for the owner, a friend of ours. We are alone in the gym. Most of the lights are turned off and the gym is in shadow. We are standing in front of the posing mirror after a hard workout. Today we worked chest. We check out the results in the mirror. Andy is pleased at my progress so far.

“Mmm…coming along here. Getting some fullness in your chest. Oh yeah” he drawls, lightly moving both hands over my chest. “Gonna get you BIG, my man. Flex ‘em!” he barks, startling me.

Obediantly I flex my pecs, staring intently at the mirror as my defined pecs rise up, showing serious striations in my cleavage.

“O.k. now, give me a side chest!”

I turn to the side and clasp my arms in front of me, then raise my forearm until it’s under my right pec and squeeze. My pecs bulge and swell gloriously up above my crossed arms. My skin is flushed pink and my muscles swell up and out into space. Andy grunts in approval.

“This was a good workout. You did what I told you and you worked hard. You’re getting bigger! Good job, Matt.“ He pats me lightly on one shoulder, fingers lightly caressing my rounded delt, lingering to squeeze the rounded ball of muscle.

Andy smiles at me, his white teeth brilliant under his dark bushy ‘tache. I smile back. We are both pleased with my progress and our results. Andy is pumped and sweaty and bulging. I am also pumped and sweaty. We stink, to put it mildly, of aggression and testosterone, channeled into building huge, muscular, masculine bodies. We love it. These are the moments we live for. We smile at each other, enjoying the moment and relishing our mutual progress, our partnership of the iron.

We stand in front of the mirror, pumped and jacked after another intense chest work out. Andy, the Italian muscleman of my dreams, has been training me to become a big, massive, bodybuilder – just like him. I’m Irish – naturally tall with wide shoulders and low bodyfat. I’m also low in bulging muscle, but Andy is helping me change all that. He reaches out one massive paw and grips my pec. Thanks to him, I now have pecs. While still small by pro bodybuilder standards, they are hard and defined, with a sharp edge and defined cleavage.

In the six months we’ve been lifting together, Andy has totally revamped my routine. He has also taken charge of my food intake and supplementation. From the early days of our first two months of training together, when I got tighter and stronger and more cut but didn’t gain any muscle weight, I’ve now started to see a steady upward progression on the scale. From a starting bodyweight of 205, I’m now sitting at 221, which is a major rush! I have literally gone years without gaining weight, so those 16 pounds are heaven to me! Andy says we’re just getting started, and then he’ll kind of smirk a bit when he sees me all psyched at the numbers on the scale. He’s up to 240, by the way, and he is looking seriously swole – his pecs are bigger and fuller than ever, and his arms look like hams when they’re hanging relaxed by his sides. He is one hot Italian muscle man! I’m so glad he’s my workout partner! He’s also my best friend. I think I could tell him anything. I look at him, reveling in his size, his power, his vitality. He looks back at me with an equal intensity, black eyes boring into mine. A beat…a pause – and the moment passes.

Andy speaks, “O.k. let’s loosen you up —I’ll give you a massage. Loosen up those pumped pecs of yours so they can get bigger. Go take a shower and come on back here. ” He pats the gym’s massage table. I amble off to the showers and get cleaned up. Finished, I dry off, put on a pair of loose workout shorts, then hop up on the massage table and lie down.

Andy stands bare chested at the head of the massage table, his chest still matted with sweat from the workout. His olive skin glistens in the dim light, showing the swell of his hugely pumped pecs. Looking up at him, I see the swelling underside of his huge pecs and then his strong chin, Roman nose and heavy brows. He is my role model. I dream of having chest and arm development just like his. He inspires me. He begins by lightly caressing my pec from underneath, drawing his fingertips over my pec shelf. It’s incredibly erotic and I’m starting to get a chubby. Andy seems to have that effect on me. I’m like a randy teenager, always popping a boner like I haven’t in years! And when I go off by myself to jack off—it’s like a fountain of youth! That Andy is really something. I don’t remember anything else, since I promptly fall asleep. When I wake up, my butt hurts, but Andy tells me it’s from all the lunges and squats we did today. I guess he’s right, but I sure am hungry! And horny, but I don’t tell him that!

~~~~In the shadows.....~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After Matt falls asleep partway during the massage, Andy looks down at Matt, dead to the world and snoring slightly. The Ambien in the protein drink after the workout took care of that. He steps away from the massage table and goes to his locker, where he removes a black zippered box. Opening it, he looks at the ampoules within, resting next to the syringes. “Deca Durabolin” the labels say. Selecting one, Andy carefully plunges the needle into the cap and withdraws all the fluid into the hypodermic. Tapping the side of the syringe with a finger to make the bubbles float to the top, he slowly depresses the plunger to extract all the air. Preparations made, he goes over to sleeping Matt on the bench. Rolling Matt onto his side, Andy swabs the top of Matt’s buttocks and depresses the plunger, injecting Matt with the contents. “There you go, kiddo,” he mutters. “You’re on your way to a 54 inch chest and 20 inch arms!” He cleans up the syringe and puts the box back. Reaching into the locker, he removes a small iPod and ear buds and puts them to the side. He reaches into the locker again and removes a clear glass jar containing what appear to be cotton balls. Walking over to the sleeping Matt, he gently inserts the ear buds in his ears, then puts the iPod on play.

The recording Matt is listening to contains a program of subliminal messages, encouraging him to “get big, feel the muscle, workout and GROW,” repeated over and over. The track also contains a message telling him to “trust Andy, he knows what is best for you…he is your friend…your good friend…he will teach you what it means …to be a REAL man...do what he says. You like Andy…you respect Andy… Andy is a real MAN…he has big, huge muscles like a REAL man…you like his big muscles….you like to feel them, squeeze them…smell them, taste them…..” At this point Andy unscrews the glass jar and removes some of the cotton balls. Lifting up one massive arm, Andy takes a quick sniff of his hairy pits. Wincing at the ripe manstink wafting out of his deep pits, Andy quickly swipes up the ripe sweat with the cotton balls. He then takes a piece of surgical tape and carefully tapes the damp cotton balls to Matt’s upper lip, just below his nose.

In his sleep Matt grimaces and stirs, wincing at the pungent aroma of Italian stud sweat. Andy leans over him and carefully removes one ear bud. He leans in close to Matt’s ear and whispers, “That’s it man. Take a deep breath. Smell a REAL man! This is what a REAL man smells like when he works out. You like this. You want this. This is what MUSCLE smells like! Taste it!” At this point Matt opens his mouth, gasping for air, and Andy quickly thrusts his pumped bicep up against his lips. Matt involuntarily begins to suck and lick Andy’s huge gun, his tongue finding and laving the bulging vein.

Andy continues his indoctrination, “That’s it, lick that bicep! Feel that power! Taste it! Switching arms, he thrusts his sweaty bicep into Matt’s hungry mouth and pushes the sweat soaked cotton balls into Matt’s nose. Matt is groaning and thrashing in his sleep as he smells Andy’s manpit stink, sucks his sweat off his skin and tastes his pumped biceps. He bucks and thrashes, his hard cock tenting against his shorts. Andy watches him carefully, moving his arm so it stays against Matt’s hungry lips. With his free hand he caresses and squeezes Matt’s pumped pecs and pinches the nipples. Matt’s thrashing grows fiercer and more intense. A wet spot of pre-cum appears on his shorts. He groans, loudly in between sucking Andy’s arm. Andy bears down, alternately pinching, caressing and whispering to Matt. “You like this, you want this. You love being a REAL man with muscles. You love smelling and tasting a REAL man. You do what I say…I I..love you Matt.” At that, shaken by his own unexpected admission, Andy stops rubbing and talking and jerks back, just as Matt orgasms in his shorts.

“Auggghh!” Matt screams. “Oh god! Augh!” Andy, alarmed, leans over Matt to see that he is alright. Matt jerks his head up, and still asleep, grabs Andy’s head and pulls him down to his lips. “Oh Andy,” he moans. “My big Italian stallion! I love you!” He kisses Andy fiercely, his lips grinding into Andy’s own. Andy, startled, opens his mouth to find it full of Matt thrusting tongue. He kisses back, moaning involuntarily. Matt continues his intense kissing, powerfully sucking up Andy’s tongue. He doesn’t need any subliminal messages now!

After a moment, the intensity lessens, and Matt goes slack. He is asleep again, innocent, on the massage table. Andy straightens up, flushed and disoriented. Did he really tell Matt he loved him? Did Matt say that he loved him? What does that mean? Is it just jack-off talk? Andy stares down at the sleeping Matt, who is snoring slightly, unconscious to the maelstrom of emotions swirling in Andy’s massive chest. Clearly they are now something more than workout partners. Time will tell where it goes from here.

He looks down at himself, his own shorts sodden with cum as he unconsciously exploded during their last session of kissing. He didn’t even notice it until now, so intense were his emotions. Will this affect their workouts? Will this screw up their friendship? What will Matt think when he wakes up? Andy reflects for a moment as he removes the cotton balls and the iPod from Matt. Thanks to Andy’s subliminal suggestions, when Matt wakes up in a few hours, he won’t have a clue that anything has happened. Andy’s programming is such that Matt never remembers any of their massage “sessions”. Andy chuckles to himself, as he images what the long term effect of the workouts and “supplementation regimen”, as he calls it, will be on Matt’s tall, lanky physique. Besides the shots, Andy has also gotten Matt to unknowingly take “vitamins” to give him “more energy”, which, depending on the day, are either bulking steroids or Viagra. Matt has no idea why he’s been so hungry and horny lately. He just knows that he’s making serious gains in size and strength.

Andy is getting the muscled partner of his dreams – and everyone’s happy. Not wiser, but happier! Andy smiles to himself, then heads for the showers to clean up, whistling off key.

[Mdlftr]

Here is the next installment of Matt and Andy. Being eco-friendly, I used the earlier string that was an unintentional duplicate of the previous episode: "Sunday Afternoon at the gym....late spring". Now, we are back at the gym....in the shadows.....

Enjoy!

Mdlftr

[GTlifter]

Nice it got alot darker but I know this is what they both want I can't wait to see how this turns out.

[Freaker!!]

Matt was pretending to be asleep. Sharing steroids is a great adventure.

[Mdlftr]

Thanks for the comments! I'll have to see what Andy and Matt get up to next!


Mdlftr