My Muscle Muse - Part II

[Londonboy]

Right from the get-go, I began to have vivid sexual dreams about Colin and his model-perfect face and body. Since I physically forced myself to ignore all thoughts of the young guy during the day, my mind chose to have them come bubbling up while I slept. These dreams usually had something to do with Colin?s cock ? which, remember, I still had never seen. I imagined myself taking the gorgeous thing deep into my throat to give the stud mind-blowing pleasure, I envisioned Colin sitting on my bed and crunching over to suck on his own tool, and I especially drifted off deeply to sleep-induced visualizations of my ass joyously accepting heavy poundings from his long, thick dick over and over. I was suddenly like a teenage boy hitting puberty, having three or four intense wet dreams each week and waking up to find myself covered in lots of dried-up Colin-induced dense cum.

At the gym one morning my trainer, Jamie, caught me off guard when he introduced a behemoth bodybuilder named Jose and suggested I start using him as my new guide for weightlifting. I was confused and ended up just staring at the big man with a look that was definitely a mixture of lust and awe. Jamie went on to explain that he thought I was ready to take my growth to a new level and he felt he wasn?t the right guy to help make it happen. He said he just wasn?t big or strong enough, but that his friend Jose had the power to egg me on more. Jose then looked me over like I was some kind of growing racehorse and agreed with Jamie?s assessment wholeheartedly since I had packed on so much muscle in such a short time. He was astounded that it was happening to a dude that was forty-four years old but he said he had learned to never ask many questions when the muscle gods shined so favorably on someone. It was his next set of questions that actually ended up revealing hidden gems from the recesses of my mind.

?So what?s your inspiration, Frank??

?I?m sorry, Jose, what is my what??

?You know, what inspires you when you work out? Do you have a visual that helps you when you are lifting, something that pushes you to crank out three more reps even when you are fucking dead-tired. Every lifter has something that churns his juices and helps him to blossom into a monster. What?s yours??

?I . . . um . . . don?t know. I guess I?ve never thought about it. I just kind of lift, you know.?

?Yeah, but something happened a few months ago to get you fired up, man. Jamie tells me you started going like gangbusters on some random Tuesday and haven?t stopped since. Something triggered your body to whip up major testosterone and we need to focus on whatever it is so we can start making you massive, dude. Spend some time thinking about it over the next few days and we?ll start to harness that power. If you keep growing in the same way Jamie?s explained then I bet we?ll have you competing on the amateur level in about a year.?

?Competing??

?Hell yeah, man. I think you could take some titles without any problem and continue even when you?re in the masters division.?

?Titles in what??

?Bodybuilding, man, and maybe even power lifting - if you continue to pack on the pounds like you have. I don?t think there?s anything that could stop you. We start tomorrow at six am, Frank. See you here.?

I stood there dumfounded as the two men walked away. I was shocked by everything Jose had just spilled, but there was a strange sensation emanating from my balls that excited me in a way as it confirmed everything the big guy predicted. My hardening cock and my gut told me that I was, indeed, going through some sort of mid-life blossoming, which wasn?t very normal - but it was hot as hell. I also realized that ? hidden somewhere in my secret desires ? I had always wanted to grow into some massive bodybuilder. This dislodged realization made my gym shorts pop out obscenely as my cock solidified to its full length. Suddenly, a vision of a new muscled me filled my mind and I didn?t burst into laughter of disbelief. I accepted it as fact that I was going to grow and my changes were going to be substantial.

I returned to the gym the next morning at six and was excited to work out with Jose. I had spent a lot of time during the night thinking about everything the big man had asked earlier. I came with answers that were both thrilling and a little disturbing. I wasn?t even sure if I would share them honestly with my new trainer, worried that he would judge me harshly. It surprised me a little that he returned to the previous day?s conversation right off the bat.

?So what do you have for me, Frank? Tell me what is going to inspire you as you get bigger than shit??

?I . . . um . . . I kind of find this hard to talk about . . . Jose.?

?Nonsense, dude, I know this professional bodybuilder that gets his main inspiration from watching Scooby Doo cartoons. There?s nothing out of bounds when it comes to inspiration for getting huge, okay??

I pulled a copy of a New Yorker magazine out of my gym bag and flipped through the pages. I finally found a black and white Dolce and Gabbana ad that featured Colin dressed in nothing but baggy white linen pants as he lounged on some rocks next to the jetting spray of the ocean. It was one hot photograph and it showed off Colin?s beautiful face and body perfectly. I sheepishly held out the page for Jose to take a look and I, for the first time ever, spoke honestly about a few things.

?I recently realized I was gay . . . well, actually this guy in the picture ? a friend of my son?s ? came on to me and it kind of made me burst out of the closet, taking the door and half the wall with me. I, just last night, made the connection between my newfound energy in the gym and him.?

?Hell, if I were gay I?d be all up in that, too, Frank.?

?Oh no, we aren?t doing anything . . . really . . . he?s a friend of the family and, thankfully, he?s in Paris for a few months. It wouldn?t be right for me to enter into a relationship with him. I?m old enough to be his father, anyway.?

?Listen, man, I wouldn?t judge you even if you had told me this was your own son and you were doing him. If this guy gets your body churning juices on overload like you say it does then you need to tap into that in a big way. I?m not saying you need to suck his cock every time you lift or anything, but we?re going to use some images of him to stimulate your growth. I bet you?ve probably been so embarrassed by this attraction over the last few months that you wouldn?t even let yourself visualize . . . um, what?s his name??

?Colin.?

?I bet you haven?t allowed yourself to once think about Colin when you pushed around heavyt weights, did you??

?No. I kind of thought it would make me a dirty old man or something.?

?Hey, if this guy cranks up your muscle gains as much as Jamie says then starting today we?re going to focus on Colin every second of your workout. I?m going to post this picture on the mirror or the machine each time you lift and I want you to do the same at home. Plaster his fucking picture all around the area you work out in at your place and we?re going to tap into all sorts of hidden resources in your body, I promise. That sound good to you, man??

?Yeah . . . I guess . . . if you say so, Jose.?

?I say so, Frank. And listen, I don?t want you having sex with this dude, even if the opportunity does come up, so to speak. I have a feeling that this unrequited love thing is definitely powering some of your amazing response to lifting. I?m thinking if we continue to horn you up big time your muscle growth is going to respond in even greater ways. Promise me no sex with Colin, Frank.?

?That?s easy, Jose. First of all because I think it would be just a little too uncomfortable for us and our families and, secondly, because he?s going to be out of town for a little longer.?

?Cool, man. So operation ?Let Colin Build Frank into a Massive Monster? starts today, man. Let?s get going.

And that?s exactly what happened. From that day forward Jose turned my obsession with Colin into a muscle-making miracle. My wet dreams ceased completely as soon as I started embracing my desires for the gorgeous boy and because Jose was pounding my ass mercilessly every day and that made me sleep like a baby. I found out from his parents that Colin?s stay in Paris got extended for another six months and Jose accepted this news with much enthusiasm and even gave me a kiss on the cheek. He had convinced me to convert my basement into the glorious gym it is now and even helped me to find more pictures of Colin to adorn the walls so his beautiful face and body could be viewed from every angle as I worked out. I gained a hundred pounds of muscle in one year. Jose said I was a freak of nature and he began to get nervous that I was quickly going to reach a point where he wasn?t able to help anymore, just as I had with Jamie. I went through three entire wardrobes because of my growth. Eight months into my transformation my son, Troy, came home from London for a visit. His reaction to my body and some interesting news he shared fueled my workouts even more.

[GTlifter]

First amazing this is a great example of Arnold's techinques on imaging in the gym and how it fuels us to visualize not only a muscle but on things that get us going. I want more LB, this is amazing stuff I hope it works out good for both parties.

[divis24]

Once again, Londonboy, GET OUTTA MY HEAD!! Not really... you put the images to words much better than I could.

Cheers,
divis24

[2bored]

Nice interesting story. Sexy too. Thanks!

[memorex414]

Leaving us hanging like that...scandalous!!! :-)

[Mad Dog]

So if he gained 100 lbs how big is he now? :3