You never know who you will meet – Part2

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[COLOR=#000000]Luckily this week I did not have to travel but I had to go into the office and sit through rounds of boring meetings. For the whole week I was totally preoccupied with thoughts of Ian. I could almost feel his hands on me, his lips touching mine, my hands roaming over his huge body, feeling the heat pouring out of his muscles, and his sent, that strange mix of herbs, mint and the pure sent of man. I woke up from the daydream; thank god it was a weekly conference call. I had a raging hard on in my pants, running down my pant leg with a small wet spot on the material just above my dick. For the first time in almost a week, since the wet dream I had after meeting Ian, that I had any energy and the sex drive to sprout some major wood. I ran my hand down the length of my dick, feeling the thickness and some of the larger veins though my pants. I so badly wanted to jerk off under my desk and release the pressure building in my pants and balls. I am so glad that half of the office was gone for the day, late on Friday afternoon. Fear gripped me when I heard a few of my coworkers walking down the hall, they were laughing and carrying on about how their manager was a big jerk, they did no realize I was sitting in my office. It did not bother me too much, first of all I was not his boss and second the person they were talking about was bid dick and not in a good way. Man my dick would not go down, it just stayed there as hard as a log. It is easy enough to explain away a wet spot half way down my thigh but fairly impossible to lie your way out of having a hug raging hard-on stuffed down you pant leg. I hated to do this to my dick but I had to, here come the thoughts of the “old lady” after about 30 seconds of getting an imaginary lap dance my dick was soft enough I was at least able to shove it back into my underwear. Still half-hard I probably would have still shocked most everyone in my office with the bulge I had on display, even when I was not hard I had to make sure I pushed most of my stuff back as far as I could and never to wear pants that were too tight. I could not wait for the day to end; I still had one more conference call. I hate it when people on the west coast set meetings for 3pm their time, so at 6pm I still had a call to sit through. I thought it would never end, two hours of non-sense what should have taken 30 minutes they drew out to 2 fricken hours. I was afraid I would be late for my meeting with Ian. I drove home as fast as I could; still it was a good 20-minute drive going 80 mph on the highway. I could not stop thinking about Ian; I was frantic about getting there on time. As soon as I got home, I grabbed a breakfast bar as I bolted toward the shower. I was glad that I took the time the night before finding what I wanted to wear, even down to my underwear. I never know what to wear but I knew I had to put on something I typically would not wear and I wanted to look as hot as possible. I put on these tight pair of briefs, which pushed my dick and balls forward, in front of my legs. My pants were these formfitting tan pants, I picked up in Amsterdam. They hugged my tight ass but had a nice pouch in the front for my equipment; I still need some room to be comfortable. The shirt I wore was a tight shirt cut like a polo but was made out of a black and grey ribbed stretchy material that hugged my body. I could see my small but firm pecks could be seen pushing though the material. I was getting harder just thinking about seeing him again; I had to control myself so I could fit my dick into my pants. I had to hurry, as I was leaving the house as feeling of dread passed over me, what happens if Ian did not show up. I had no way of contacting him. I did not even know his last name. When I hopped in the car, it was 9:30; I had 30 minutes to make it to the bar.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Halfway to the bar, a train had traffic stopped. It was one of those dam slow ones. There was no easy around it, with out going 20-30 minutes out of the way. So I decided to wait it out. 9:55 and the I could just see the end of the train coming, the dam thing just seems to go slower and slower. Finally the train had passed and the gates lifted, it was just after 10 and I knew still had about another 5 or six minutes to go. I hate being late, especially when it is to meet a totally hot guy. I quickly parked my car and ran quickly toward the door. I looked down at my cell phone, it was 10:10, I hopped if he was there he had not left. My stomach dropped as I opened the door, all I could think “Was Ian going to be there?”[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]My heart was stuck in my throat, as I walked into the bar. The bar was packed, I at first glance I could not see Ian though the crowd of people. One would think a six foot five inch guy with shocking blond hair would stand out. After I paying the cover charge, that is one thing I hate about arriving after 10pm, started to walk into the crowd. Just though the excitement in the air, I was getting hard pushing my way though the mass of people. It was like sex was filling the air, as I pushed my way though. When I got to the bar, I could see Ian sitting on the other side. My heart and soul were relieved to glad to see Ian had kept his word. All different types of guys surrounded Ian; some were really gorgeous and really built while others were more or less average, like me. A little jealousy shot through my bones, a little envious at these other guys being so close to him. Some guys would pass by him just so they could casually bush into him, others were a little more forward and would actually put their hand on his shoulder or back while talking to him. Ian looked just as massive, if not bigger than the first time I saw a week ago. He was wearing a long sleeve knit shirt, which hugged every curve of his form. The shirt had crew collar that was cut low around his neck. His thick neck and traps stretched the neck opening to its limit. I could the thick cords of muscles and veins run down his neck. Even though he was wearing a long sleeve shirt, I could see the thick form of his arms though the fabric fighting to contain his arms. His pecs looked so hot, I could see the knit fabric stretched so tight that I could see some of his skin though the fabric. The black shirt took on more of a grayish tint where it was stretched to the max. I was getting so excited just looking at him, that my dick was fighting for freedom from my pants. I had to adjust myself and push my dick down my right pant leg; although it was a little tight it was still a relief. My dick was grow harder and thicker as I looked at him talking with some of the other patrons. Just as I was about to stoke my dick though my pants, Ian looked right at me across the bar. A big smile ran across his full lips, Ian motioned for me to sit next to him. I had a little bit of a hard time making my way though the crowd of people, also the hard-on I had did not help either. I am sure a few of the guys I had to squeeze past could feel my hard meat brush by them. As I approached Ian from the side, I got a full view of his magnificent body. The thickness of this man would put most of the professional body builders to shame. I could see the peak of his bicep though his shirt, I could also see some of the larger veins outlined in the fabric. His pants were total sexy, they were like shrink wrap on his legs. The cloth of his pants just clung to his huge thighs, around the knees it would loosen up again but down at his calfs the fabric was stretched tight again. As I got close to him, my dick became harder, longer and thicker. I could see the head of my penis press against my pants. I had to politely push my way past the crowd of guys that were trying to touch Ian. He had saved a seat just to the left of him, for me. I had a little bit of a difficult time sitting down, I had to pull the leg of the pants to make room for my hard-on as I sat, there was no way around it. Ian just smiled and grabbed my right thigh and dick with his huge hand. Electricity shot though my body when he touched me, setting every nerve on fire, and my dick just became painfully hard and started to leak pre-cum on my pants. My balls became so painfully full as they swelled with his touch, my heart raced in my chest. Ian gently rubbed and squeezed my thigh and dick; I had to fight every urge I had from cumming under his hand. Ian leaned over and whispered in my ear, with his deep sexy voice with just a hint of an accent, “I need to talk with you in private about something important. Would you mind if we went back to my place?” I could feel his hot breath race across my face. I could smell his breath; it had that same strangely pleasant smell. As I inhaled his breath I became so much more turned on, if that was possible. My head was spinning about what he just asked me, I felt as if I as having a panic attack. All I could do was nod my head and mouth the word “OK”. I really could not attempt to say much else; I am sitting here with a God of a man with his huge hand messaging my dick, and who I was totally blown away by. Ian then said, “I live close by, only about 6 blocks away, we can walk there but in this cold you may want to take your car. If you don’t mind I could ride with you if you like, I think your car should be able to hold me.” His blue eye just looking deep into mine as he talked, I could feel, as I could trust anything he said. I though his statement about my car holding him was strange, he was big but not that big. I said that it would be OK if we took my car, a Range Rover Discovery; I think it would be plenty big for him. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]As we got up to leave the bar, Ian took my right hand in his left; his warm powerful grip surrounded my hand. My aching dick pressed hard against my pants leg begging to let out. Again as we left the bar I could feel everyone’s eyes on us as we walk, more likely on Ian’s incredible body. I could see his back muscles fight for space under the tight shirt, flexing in rhythm as he walk. As we waked out into the cold night air, my nipples became has hard as rocks under my shirt, a shiver ran down my spine. Just then Ian pulled me in tight against his body, wrapping his thick meaty left arm around my shoulders. I could feel his lats press into my shoulders and his heat from his massive body pass into mine. I could smell his sent emanating from his entire body as we walked toward my car. Ian walked me to the driver’s side of my car, as I unlocked the car he walked to the passenger side. As I got in, Ian opened his door and stepped into the car. I could feel the body of the car lean to his direction and then heard the leveling system of the active suspension kick in. Ian just looked over at me, smiled and said with a joking, “I told you your car was big enough.” All I could do was agree and smile back. As we left the parking lot Ian gave me directions to his house. It was slightly north of the bar, it was an old part of the city that was industrial at one time but was being renovated. As we drove I had a difficult time concentrating on the road, I was so turned on and horny I could not stand it. Luckily Ian was not touching me as I drove, other wise I think I would have crashed from the distraction. I could smell his body as it filled the car, the longer I drove the hornier I got. Ian when we got to his building, which looked like an old factory, he asked me to stop just in front of a large garage door. Ian got out of my car, walked over to a keypad on the wall and punched in a code. My headlights as he walked back to the car put his body on display for me to see. His muscles rolled under his clothing, which clung to his body. Ian got back into the car, for a second time I could hear the car level itself under his weight. I drove into a large parking area that could hold at least 20 cars. There was only one other car there, it was a jet black H2. I pulled up beside it. After we got out of the car Ian walked me over to a very industrial looking door, he entered a code on the keypad and the door popped open. We walked into a newly remodeled entryway; I could still smell the paint in the air. The floors were a polished concrete, the walls were a deep tan in color. On one wall there was old elevator door, which manually had to be pushed open. Ian opened the door and directed me to get in. As Ian stepped into the elevator, I could feel the car drop a little bit as the cable stretched to accommodate the load. At one time you could tell the elevator had been used for industrial purposes hand been upgraded with dark wood paneling and carpet. Ian pressed the button for the 4th floor on the old controls. The elevator hummed as we ascended to the top floor of the building, the pointer indicator moved as we passed each floor. When we reached the last floor, Ian pulled open the door.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]We stepped out into a large warehouse loft area, had to be over 15,000 square feet (5,000 square meters), it was the entire top floor. The space was incredibly large; it had the same polished concrete floors. Toward the front side of the building, the opposite side from where we entered from the garage, there was a large expanse of windows that over looked the city. The lights in the room were dim; all of the areas in the loft had the same low lighting. It was not so dim that you could not see any detail; it was just relaxing to the eyes. As I looked up, Ian was standing there looking at me with his bright silver-blue eyes. He took my and led me over to a huge couch that over looked the windows and onto the city. Ian sat down and pulled me gently down next to him. I scooted back on the couch next to him, the couch so deep my feet were not able to touch the floor but for Ian it was just right for his size. He leaned over toward me, putting his left arm around my shoulders; I could feel his huge muscles press into my back and the heat run into my body. With his right hand he reached across and started to gently message and rub my thigh and my hardening dick. Ian as he looked deep into my eyes, his deep shocking blue eyes pierced right into my soul, I could almost feel him in me.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Ian “I love the feeling of your big hard dick but that is not why I asked you here.”[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]I could feel my dick growing so painfully hard under his thick meaty hand. All I could do was look at his beautiful face as his eyes looked into mine. “I..I..I.. don’t understand”. Usually when guys know how big and thick my dick was to just hook up for the night.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Ian leaned into me, I could fee his sweet breath roll over my face; it was almost like taking a Viagra. My dick pushing so painfully hard against my pants I could not stand it, leaking huge amounts of pre-cum on my leg. Ian “Before I get too serious, I want to give you something that I think you would like. Wait here for just a minute.” I just shook my head yes, as he got up from the couch. I watched his wide back and his tight full ass fight the confines of his clothes as he walked into a small-enclosed room on the other side of the loft. The room only had walls that went half way up to the ceiling. As he entered the room Ian pulled closed a large sliding door. I could see the shadows of lights dance on the ceiling as he moved with in the room. Just then he slid open the door to the room, I could not believe what I was seeing. My mind was numb with what I saw.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Ian walked out of the room, almost totally naked. The only thing he was wearing was a skintight pair of white spandex workout pants. The pants were pulled so tight and because of the light color were almost sheer. His skin was totally smooth, not a hair to be found in sight. The lights of the room reflected and rolled around the contours of his muscles as he walked. I could see the meat of his quads fight for space under the tight pants, which came down about ½ way over his thighs. As he walked muscles of his legs shook and flexed with each step. I could see the sides of his thick calf muscles as they straddled his shins. Looking up at his crotch, I could see the outline of tight pair of bikini briefs that were packed to the limit, still robbing me of my view of his dick. The top of his underwear sagged from the weight; I could see a small gap between waistband and his lower stomach. All I could see was where his penis ended, the thick head of his penis pushed out the material as it formed around his dick. Just above the pants, I got a full view of his abs. They were more magnificent than I ever thought they could be, as he got closer I could see a network of veins coving the cobblestones of his abs. This time I was able to see all of his abs though his tight paper-thin skin, I counted five impressively defined sets of abs. I could see his obiques shift and flex as he walked. Just above were two huge slabs of thick hard meat. His pecs over hung, half away over the first sets of abs. His pecs were heavy looking, they barely moved as he walked, the squared off edges over hung his ribcage. He nipples hung at almost a 45-degree angle but pointed a little lower toward the floor. They were well proportioned for his size, a little big larger than a quarter. I could some of the striations of his muscles and near the top of his pectorals on either side I could see a thick vein just under the skin. The veins raced over his huge cantaloupe deltoids. The veins moved down to the valley where his upper bicep meet the lower part of the deltoid muscle and followed the crest of the thick hard bicep. This man was just muscle pilled on top of muscle with nothing below the skin to soften the lines of his muscles. A quick hard shiver ran though my body; at the same time Ian and myself noticed I had just blown a huge wad of cum down my pants leg. Ian gave a big smile and said, “I see that you approve of what I am wearing.” Ian grasped my hands and pulled me to my feet. Ian “I think we should probably get you out of those wet pants. I have a good feeling that if you keep them on you might just make a bigger mess”. At that moment Ian in one swift movement began to unbutton my pants, pulling my zipper down. I figured at that point I did not have much choice and nothing to loose other than my decency. I started to push down that waist of my pants when Ian bent over to help me off with my shoes. God he was flexible, he had basically bent himself in half, popping my shoes off and pulling my pants legs off my legs. While he was doing this I could look down the large expanse of his back, the ripples of muscles moving as he worked. I ran my hand over the mounds of muscles; his smooth skin was almost slick to the touch. As he rose up past my legs, I could feel his tongue make a quick brush along the length of my penis. I could feel his tongue run over the thick veins of my penis. My dick was still so painfully hard; it just made me drool more cum. Ian “It looked so good, I just had to take a quick taste”. Being free from my pants, my dick was so heavy from all the blood engorging it, that it was bobbing with each heart beat at a 90-degree angle from my body. Ian grasped my hand and pulled me toward the other side of his loft.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]As we walked, Ian picked up a small white remote control. Lights in the far corner of the floor brightened as we walked. There was a large workout area that would put most gyms to shame. All of the equipment was chrome and white but there were no weights attached. All the machines looked to use a hydraulic mechanism for resistance. Ian “I think you would like to see me work my arms.” I could not help but to agree. Ian sat down at machine for doing preacher curls. Ian adjusted a dial on the machine and grasped the curl-bar. Ian slowly preformed several reps on the machine. I watched as his arms curled the weight. I could see the fibers of muscles expanding and contracting under the skin. As his arms pumped with blood, his already thick muscles looked like they were going to split though the skin as he moved. The veins running down his arms pumped fuller, the large vein running down his bicep was rock hard and was thicker than my small finger. I ran my hands over his bicep as he worked his arms; they were hot and incredibly hard to the touch. Ian reached down and adjusted the machine. Ian “I need add a little more weight.” I walked behind Ian and pressed my body into his back, running my hands over his shoulders down onto his arms as he worked them. I could see the split down the bicep form as he contracted. The peaks of his biceps were incredibly high. I could smell his incredible sent as it filled my nose. Ian adjusted the weight again but his form never changed. I could see his arms swell as he pumped the weight; the skin on his arms was becoming so thin it looked like it was vacuum packed. The skin was becoming so shiny as it stretched to hold his muscles. As he worked his muscles, my dick was being messaged between my stomach and his back. My dick was leaking pre-cum all over his back, making it slippery. I could almost hear his skin stretch to hold his muscles. Ian adjusted the weight of the machine again. As he worked his arms he started to moan as he lifted the weight. My hands drifted over his lats, a thin layer of sweat had formed on his skin. With my left hand I reached around to the front of his body, I could feel his rock hard abs contract as lifted the weight. My hands ran down the mounds of muscles until I reached the top of his pants. I ran my hands lower to his lap; my hand found a thick tube of meat though his workout pants. Ian’s moans became louder. I could feel as his dick started to thicken and fill with blood. My dick spammed as I shot three heavy loads over his back and over the front of my shirt.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Ian stood up from his bicep workout, covered in sweat. His pants had become completely see though as it clung to his body. Ian “I need to work my triceps, to balance out my arms.” As he said this he pulled his arms up into a double-bicep pose. Ian “Kevin, would you like to see how big my arms have pumped up to?” Ian reached down and picked up a measuring tape and handed it to me. Kevin “God, yes.” Ian resumed his pose as I rapped the tape over the peak of his bicep. As I pulled the tape tight my hands were trembling, my eyes widened as I looked at the numbers on the tape. Kevin “T..t..t..twenty-five inches.” My dick throbbed harder with blood, the veins on the surface were hard and the head was so red it was almost purple. I could see a fine network of veins spread under the surface of his skin; it looked like a European road map as the veins pulsed with blood. Ian “Not too bad for a quick work out”. I looked down and I could see Ian’s underwear straining to hold his penis, the gap at the top had become larger under the pressure. Ian walked to another machine and started to do tricep pushdown, as he reached the bottom of the movement I could see the horseshoe shaped muscle explode with definition. Ian preformed several reps and then increased the weight. Ian “Why don’t you spot me from behind?” Kevin “I would love to.” I walked up behind Ian, my dick pressed into the crack of his hard ass. I could feel the slick fabric of his pants rub across the head of my dick, which almost caused me to loose it. My hands rested on his triceps has he worked. His arms were so hard; my hand could not even begin to wrap my hands around. My nose was buried into his back; I took in deep breaths of his sent. If my dick got any harder I thought it would pop. Ian increased weight that the machine was delivering. I cold feel the veins pulse on his arms has his heartbeat. Ian started to moan again as he pressed the weight down. I could fee the fibers under his skin become hard as steel. My hands dropped down this his crotch again, from this angle and because of his thin waist I could reach his crotch with both hands. With my left hand I started to message and roll his cock under the fabric of his underwear. My right hand was able to find his balls; they had to be the size of large eggs. His crotch was heavy and getting heavier as blood rushed into his penis. His dick was getting thicker, firmer and longer and I rubbed him. His penis had worked its way up, so it was pointing to the left side of his hip. I could feel the veins of his penis begin to harden. His penis pushed his underwear out past the side of his hip as it became harder. I could not believe how thick it was getting, his dick longer than mine and just as thick. His dick was as thick as a can of Red Bull and getting harder as I worked it. His dick had to be over 11 inches. I could not help but pull on his penis as it lengthened. I could feels his balls swell as I squeezed them, getting heavier in my hand. His grunting got louder as I worked him and as he increased the weight on the machine. Sweat was running of his body, I could taste it as it ran down his back, past my lips. I started to lick his back muscles, tasting his sweat and feeling the hard muscle under my tongue. I could trace the valleys and peaks of his muscles with my tongue. Ian continued to press the weight down; I could see the fibers in his muscles go wild with the exertion. He did one final rep squeezing his muscles to the max. When he was done he handed me the tape, I knew what he wanted. Ian hit a double bicep pose again, I loped the tape over his arm. I could smell his sweat and his sent fill the air, my dick throbbed harder and harder. The hard veins on my dick stood out in bold relief slick with my cum and Ian’s sweat. I pulled the tape tight as Ian flexed his arm, the peak of his bicep rose and the veins look like they were ready to burst under the pressure. Kevin “Twenty-eight inches”. I ran my hands over the hard slick surface of his arm; the skin was red and hot from the workout. I did not even touch myself and I shot 4 long ropes of cum onto Ian’s abs and down the front of his pants. Ian grabbed my penis with his hand and jack my dick a few more times, I shot 3 more strong loads. I was still orgasming but only a few slower squirts of cum escaped; I shivered as my dick started to heave with blank shots. Ian smiled, “I am really glad we lost the pants”. He took his hand, covered in my cum, and smeared it into his abs and chest. Ian bent down and gave me a quick sensuous kiss on my lips; I could feel his tongue brush against my lips. Ian “I need to work my legs”.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Ian walked over to seated leg-press machine, he sat down much how the old astronauts would sit but with their legs extended. I sat down on the floor behind Ian’s back. I could smell his odor fill the air, even though I was spent, my dick became as hard as a rock. My veins my dick was almost double their normal size as it supplied my dick with blood. Ian pressed his legs out straight, I could see the fibers in his thighs flex and harden under his skin. Ian preformed dozens of reps, and then increased the weight on the machine. I rubbed my hand over the slick smooth surface of his shoulders and chest as he worked. Ian turned up the weight again; I could hear the pistons of the hydraulics work against his legs. I could see his legs thick and veins pulse to the surface as he worked. He just kept working his legs harder. The fabric of his shorts had become so stretched that fabric tried to ride further up his thighs to try and compensate for the increased tension. Ian started to moan as he pushed out more reps. He increased the weight again, I could see thick veins creating a web across his legs. After a few more reps, I heard the fabric of his pants start to rip. At first it started slowly, but it accelerated as his legs pumped even fuller with each press. My dick with out any more cum just leaked clear ejaculate. His legs became exposed as the legs of his pants ripped completely up to his waist. I could see the split in his quads that went down to the bone. Speaking of bone, his lovely dick was now poking out the top his underwear, just under the waistband of his shorts. With the thin fabric of the shorts and the mixture of sweat I could now see part of his gorgeous dick. The head of his dick was that size of a plum and was a deep red color. Ian gave out a loud grunt as he pushed out his final rep. Ian got up from the machine and extended his left leg, shook it. I could see the large muscle mass wobble back and forth; he then flexed his leg and the muscle snapped to a rock hard mass of striated muscle. I ran my hand up his thick quadriceps feeling the striations of the muscle and the web of veins just under the cellophane thin skin. Ian reached down with one hand and ripped of the rest of his pants that clung to his waist. I automatically grabbed the tape and rapped it around his thigh. I loved the feeling of hot hard muscle and the smell of his skin. I put my head right in front of his thigh, just below his crotch, I wanted to just start licking my way up to his balls and thick dick just above. I read the tap “38 inches, fuck that is 4 inches bigger than my waist!” Ian “ Well that is not too bad for a quick workout. And not to rub it in, my thighs right now are 5 inches bigger than my waist”, he said with a smile. I reached up and started to rub his dick and finally able to touch his dick, as I rubbed the top that was poking out of the top of his underwear he was still wearing. It was hard and firm, I could feel the veins pulse under my touch, and it was hot and was making me hotter. I just wanted to wrap my mouth around his dick and sucked like there was no tomorrow. Ian looked down with his increasable eyes and said “I still need to finish working out one more body part for tonight. My chest, I think you will like that.”[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Ian walked over to machine with a flat bench and an adjustable bar. Ian lay down and moved the bar into position and adjusted the weight. I knelt down by his huge thick thighs. Looking up toward his crotch and his huge pecs beyond. As he worked his chest, I could see his pictorials bunch and thicken to astronomical thickness as they contracted. I ran my hands over his thighs feeling the thick veins just beneath the skin. I ran my tongue along his skin, tracing his quads. I loved the taste of his sweat and skin; it was not just salty but had an addictively odd delicious flavor. Ian adjusted the weight on the machine, I could not see his face but I could see his pecs swell and redden with blood. I could see his thick arms as he pressed up the weight, all the veins hard and thick with blood. I moved up toward his dick gabbing his huge quads as hard as I could with my hands, unable to make a dent. I breathed in his sent, pouring off of his body. My dick was as hard as a rock as it rubbed across his smooth wet skin. I liked his balls though the underwear, which was stretched tight as a drum. I licked the outline of the shaft of his dick. I moved my tongue over the top of the underwear to touch the skin of his dick. It was as hard as iron covered in silky soft skin. I licked the head of Ian’s penis, tasting the precum starting to ooze out of his dick. In the middle of his workout, Ian reached down and ripped the underwear off. His dick sprang to an almost perfect 90-degrees, with his tick balls resting on his thighs. Not needing any more encouragement, I dove down on him. I have blown a few guys before but no one as big as Ian. I had to prop myself up on his thighs, so I could get a good angle of attack. I had to relax my throat muscles as much as I could so I could take as much of him in as possible. I thought my jaw was going to dislocate from the pressure of his penis. I could feel the veins of his dick rub past my lips as I moved his dick deeper into my mouth. I used my tongue to rub the side of his dick. I sucked as hard as I could. Ian grunted as I sucked and he continued to lift. Ian increased the weight and I increased my efforts on his dick. His dick thickened which caused my mouth to stretch even wider. Ian’s hot precum lubricated my throat as I sucked. My hands were pressed into his abs; it was like I had my hands on a hot brick road, they did not budge under my weight. Ian worked harder; I could feel his dick building, his veins filling with the pressure. I could not look up but Ian was lifting harder than ever. I could feel the sweat pouring off his body; I had a hard time to keep my hands from slipping off of his body. Just as he screamed, pressing the bar up, Ian started to shoot thick steams of cum down my throat. His dick pumped for three or four minutes; I was getting full. If I could have cum myself, I would have; I was still out of cum and my balls ached. My hands reached up and felt his hot hard pecs, the two hot boulders were slick with sweat. I could feel the striations of muscles just below the skin. Ian “That was a good finish for a short workout. I think we need to go shower. He put his hands on my traps and gave me a slight squeeze. Ian slowly pushed his body backwards, slowly removing his impaled dick from my head. Ian was still hard; I could feel veins of his dick rub past my lips. After several seconds I felt the head of the dick arrive at the front of my mouth. I almost did not want to let it go. Ridge of his penis head caused my mouth to open further so it could escape. My jaw felt some relief, being able to finally close. I stood up looking down on Ian; he was a sweaty muscle god looking up smiling at me. Ian stood up; god he looked so huge and pumped. The veins weaved their way round his hard muscles. Ian “I think we need to get rid of these clothes first.” Ian reached forward and grabbed the base of my shirt, which was soaked with his sweat. He started to strip it off me; I raised my arms to let the shirt sip off. I felt like a little boy being undressed by a parent. Ian “We still need to get your underwear off but I think we might have a problem with that.”, as he was pointing down to my penis which was still rock hard sticking out of the leg hole of my underwear. Ian “Why don’t you just try thinking about something less exciting.” Images of the old lady once again popped into my head. Ian laughed, “I guess you found something to think about.” Ian gently pushed my underwear down. As Ian stooped down, I could smell his incredible odor pass by my nose. My hand made their way to his head. I ran my fingers through his wet hair. I loved the feeling of his hair, it was so dense but his hair was so fine. As Ian got up, my hands rode down his head and over his thick neck. My hands finally came to rest on his thick huge hard traps. His head leaned down and his full lips pressed into mine, his hot tongue roamed though my mouth. I could taste his salty sweat on his lips, as it mixed with his saliva, it tasted so good. I was hard as a rock again in an instant, my dick pressing into his. Ian’s lips release their lock and he slowly turned to walk, my hands just slid against his skin; he reached back and grabbed my hand.[/COLOR]

[rtulde]

My only complaint is Ian didn't pick Kevin up and carry him out of the gym area at the end. Great descriptions of muscle and Kevin's workplace boredom was well described. I look forward to more. Thank you.

[viamanmax]

Now this is quality. I would like to see him handle Kevin though. Do whatever you think. If you have made this so far, I trust you to finish it perfectly.

[AznMusclBro]

this is one of the best reads i have ever had for a long time!!!!! man, i am so eager to know what else are gonna happen between ian and his new friend.. i hope youll finish the story soon bro, or at least post a new installmen on it really soon.. hmmmm im loving it man!! thanks!

[muscl4life]

Excellent story, the gym part was even hotter than the first installment. You might want to give your story a better format once you post. Sometimes it makes hard for the reader to keep the track of the anrration. Use a blank line between paragraphs and try to think about format once you're posting.

But this is just a minor detail. The story ir really great. I hope you're enjoying.

Cheers

[Notsure]

Thanks for the advice. I will try to use shorter paragraphs. Once I get typing it is hard to stop. I hope to be able to post part 3 this weekend, if not shortly after.

[MuscleChgo]

I agree with the above postings - this is a HOT story. I'm looking forward to future installments! I keep checking back to see if the next one is there yet ... :-P

[lobbyjay]

You're really pushing all my muscleworship buttons bigtime! Keep writing! Can't wait till the next installment is posted!

Originally Posted by Notsure

[COLOR=#000000]Luckily this week I did not have to travel but I had to go into the office and sit through rounds of boring meetings. For the whole week I was totally preoccupied with thoughts of Ian. I could almost feel his hands on me, his lips touching mine, my hands roaming over his huge body, feeling the heat pouring out of his muscles, and his sent, that strange mix of herbs, mint and the pure sent of man. I woke up from the daydream; thank god it was a weekly conference call. I had a raging hard on in my pants, running down my pant leg with a small wet spot on the material just above my dick. For the first time in almost a week, since the wet dream I had after meeting Ian, that I had any energy and the sex drive to sprout some major wood. I ran my hand down the length of my dick, feeling the thickness and some of the larger veins though my pants. I so badly wanted to jerk off under my desk and release the pressure building in my pants and balls. I am so glad that half of the office was gone for the day, late on Friday afternoon. Fear gripped me when I heard a few of my coworkers walking down the hall, they were laughing and carrying on about how their manager was a big jerk, they did no realize I was sitting in my office. It did not bother me too much, first of all I was not his boss and second the person they were talking about was bid dick and not in a good way. Man my dick would not go down, it just stayed there as hard as a log. It is easy enough to explain away a wet spot half way down my thigh but fairly impossible to lie your way out of having a hug raging hard-on stuffed down you pant leg. I hated to do this to my dick but I had to, here come the thoughts of the “old lady” after about 30 seconds of getting an imaginary lap dance my dick was soft enough I was at least able to shove it back into my underwear. Still half-hard I probably would have still shocked most everyone in my office with the bulge I had on display, even when I was not hard I had to make sure I pushed most of my stuff back as far as I could and never to wear pants that were too tight. I could not wait for the day to end; I still had one more conference call. I hate it when people on the west coast set meetings for 3pm their time, so at 6pm I still had a call to sit through. I thought it would never end, two hours of non-sense what should have taken 30 minutes they drew out to 2 fricken hours. I was afraid I would be late for my meeting with Ian. I drove home as fast as I could; still it was a good 20-minute drive going 80 mph on the highway. I could not stop thinking about Ian; I was frantic about getting there on time. As soon as I got home, I grabbed a breakfast bar as I bolted toward the shower. I was glad that I took the time the night before finding what I wanted to wear, even down to my underwear. I never know what to wear but I knew I had to put on something I typically would not wear and I wanted to look as hot as possible. I put on these tight pair of briefs, which pushed my dick and balls forward, in front of my legs. My pants were these formfitting tan pants, I picked up in Amsterdam. They hugged my tight ass but had a nice pouch in the front for my equipment; I still need some room to be comfortable. The shirt I wore was a tight shirt cut like a polo but was made out of a black and grey ribbed stretchy material that hugged my body. I could see my small but firm pecks could be seen pushing though the material. I was getting harder just thinking about seeing him again; I had to control myself so I could fit my dick into my pants. I had to hurry, as I was leaving the house as feeling of dread passed over me, what happens if Ian did not show up. I had no way of contacting him. I did not even know his last name. When I hopped in the car, it was 9:30; I had 30 minutes to make it to the bar.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Halfway to the bar, a train had traffic stopped. It was one of those dam slow ones. There was no easy around it, with out going 20-30 minutes out of the way. So I decided to wait it out. 9:55 and the I could just see the end of the train coming, the dam thing just seems to go slower and slower. Finally the train had passed and the gates lifted, it was just after 10 and I knew still had about another 5 or six minutes to go. I hate being late, especially when it is to meet a totally hot guy. I quickly parked my car and ran quickly toward the door. I looked down at my cell phone, it was 10:10, I hopped if he was there he had not left. My stomach dropped as I opened the door, all I could think “Was Ian going to be there?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]My heart was stuck in my throat, as I walked into the bar. The bar was packed, I at first glance I could not see Ian though the crowd of people. One would think a six foot five inch guy with shocking blond hair would stand out. After I paying the cover charge, that is one thing I hate about arriving after 10pm, started to walk into the crowd. Just though the excitement in the air, I was getting hard pushing my way though the mass of people. It was like sex was filling the air, as I pushed my way though. When I got to the bar, I could see Ian sitting on the other side. My heart and soul were relieved to glad to see Ian had kept his word. All different types of guys surrounded Ian; some were really gorgeous and really built while others were more or less average, like me. A little jealousy shot through my bones, a little envious at these other guys being so close to him. Some guys would pass by him just so they could casually bush into him, others were a little more forward and would actually put their hand on his shoulder or back while talking to him. Ian looked just as massive, if not bigger than the first time I saw a week ago. He was wearing a long sleeve knit shirt, which hugged every curve of his form. The shirt had crew collar that was cut low around his neck. His thick neck and traps stretched the neck opening to its limit. I could the thick cords of muscles and veins run down his neck. Even though he was wearing a long sleeve shirt, I could see the thick form of his arms though the fabric fighting to contain his arms. His pecs looked so hot, I could see the knit fabric stretched so tight that I could see some of his skin though the fabric. The black shirt took on more of a grayish tint where it was stretched to the max. I was getting so excited just looking at him, that my dick was fighting for freedom from my pants. I had to adjust myself and push my dick down my right pant leg; although it was a little tight it was still a relief. My dick was grow harder and thicker as I looked at him talking with some of the other patrons. Just as I was about to stoke my dick though my pants, Ian looked right at me across the bar. A big smile ran across his full lips, Ian motioned for me to sit next to him. I had a little bit of a hard time making my way though the crowd of people, also the hard-on I had did not help either. I am sure a few of the guys I had to squeeze past could feel my hard meat brush by them. As I approached Ian from the side, I got a full view of his magnificent body. The thickness of this man would put most of the professional body builders to shame. I could see the peak of his bicep though his shirt, I could also see some of the larger veins outlined in the fabric. His pants were total sexy, they were like shrink wrap on his legs. The cloth of his pants just clung to his huge thighs, around the knees it would loosen up again but down at his calfs the fabric was stretched tight again. As I got close to him, my dick became harder, longer and thicker. I could see the head of my penis press against my pants. I had to politely push my way past the crowd of guys that were trying to touch Ian. He had saved a seat just to the left of him, for me. I had a little bit of a difficult time sitting down, I had to pull the leg of the pants to make room for my hard-on as I sat, there was no way around it. Ian just smiled and grabbed my right thigh and dick with his huge hand. Electricity shot though my body when he touched me, setting every nerve on fire, and my dick just became painfully hard and started to leak pre-cum on my pants. My balls became so painfully full as they swelled with his touch, my heart raced in my chest. Ian gently rubbed and squeezed my thigh and dick; I had to fight every urge I had from cumming under his hand. Ian leaned over and whispered in my ear, with his deep sexy voice with just a hint of an accent, “I need to talk with you in private about something important. Would you mind if we went back to my place?” I could feel his hot breath race across my face. I could smell his breath; it had that same strangely pleasant smell. As I inhaled his breath I became so much more turned on, if that was possible. My head was spinning about what he just asked me, I felt as if I as having a panic attack. All I could do was nod my head and mouth the word “OK”. I really could not attempt to say much else; I am sitting here with a God of a man with his huge hand messaging my dick, and who I was totally blown away by. Ian then said, “I live close by, only about 6 blocks away, we can walk there but in this cold you may want to take your car. If you don’t mind I could ride with you if you like, I think your car should be able to hold me.” His blue eye just looking deep into mine as he talked, I could feel, as I could trust anything he said. I though his statement about my car holding him was strange, he was big but not that big. I said that it would be OK if we took my car, a Range Rover Discovery; I think it would be plenty big for him. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]As we got up to leave the bar, Ian took my right hand in his left; his warm powerful grip surrounded my hand. My aching dick pressed hard against my pants leg begging to let out. Again as we left the bar I could feel everyone’s eyes on us as we walk, more likely on Ian’s incredible body. I could see his back muscles fight for space under the tight shirt, flexing in rhythm as he walk. As we waked out into the cold night air, my nipples became has hard as rocks under my shirt, a shiver ran down my spine. Just then Ian pulled me in tight against his body, wrapping his thick meaty left arm around my shoulders. I could feel his lats press into my shoulders and his heat from his massive body pass into mine. I could smell his sent emanating from his entire body as we walked toward my car. Ian walked me to the driver’s side of my car, as I unlocked the car he walked to the passenger side. As I got in, Ian opened his door and stepped into the car. I could feel the body of the car lean to his direction and then heard the leveling system of the active suspension kick in. Ian just looked over at me, smiled and said with a joking, “I told you your car was big enough.” All I could do was agree and smile back. As we left the parking lot Ian gave me directions to his house. It was slightly north of the bar, it was an old part of the city that was industrial at one time but was being renovated. As we drove I had a difficult time concentrating on the road, I was so turned on and horny I could not stand it. Luckily Ian was not touching me as I drove, other wise I think I would have crashed from the distraction. I could smell his body as it filled the car, the longer I drove the hornier I got. Ian when we got to his building, which looked like an old factory, he asked me to stop just in front of a large garage door. Ian got out of my car, walked over to a keypad on the wall and punched in a code. My headlights as he walked back to the car put his body on display for me to see. His muscles rolled under his clothing, which clung to his body. Ian got back into the car, for a second time I could hear the car level itself under his weight. I drove into a large parking area that could hold at least 20 cars. There was only one other car there, it was a jet black H2. I pulled up beside it. After we got out of the car Ian walked me over to a very industrial looking door, he entered a code on the keypad and the door popped open. We walked into a newly remodeled entryway; I could still smell the paint in the air. The floors were a polished concrete, the walls were a deep tan in color. On one wall there was old elevator door, which manually had to be pushed open. Ian opened the door and directed me to get in. As Ian stepped into the elevator, I could feel the car drop a little bit as the cable stretched to accommodate the load. At one time you could tell the elevator had been used for industrial purposes hand been upgraded with dark wood paneling and carpet. Ian pressed the button for the 4th floor on the old controls. The elevator hummed as we ascended to the top floor of the building, the pointer indicator moved as we passed each floor. When we reached the last floor, Ian pulled open the door.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]We stepped out into a large warehouse loft area, had to be over 15,000 square feet (5,000 square meters), it was the entire top floor. The space was incredibly large; it had the same polished concrete floors. Toward the front side of the building, the opposite side from where we entered from the garage, there was a large expanse of windows that over looked the city. The lights in the room were dim; all of the areas in the loft had the same low lighting. It was not so dim that you could not see any detail; it was just relaxing to the eyes. As I looked up, Ian was standing there looking at me with his bright silver-blue eyes. He took my and led me over to a huge couch that over looked the windows and onto the city. Ian sat down and pulled me gently down next to him. I scooted back on the couch next to him, the couch so deep my feet were not able to touch the floor but for Ian it was just right for his size. He leaned over toward me, putting his left arm around my shoulders; I could feel his huge muscles press into my back and the heat run into my body. With his right hand he reached across and started to gently message and rub my thigh and my hardening dick. Ian as he looked deep into my eyes, his deep shocking blue eyes pierced right into my soul, I could almost feel him in me.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Ian “I love the feeling of your big hard dick but that is not why I asked you here.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]I could feel my dick growing so painfully hard under his thick meaty hand. All I could do was look at his beautiful face as his eyes looked into mine. “I..I..I.. don’t understand”. Usually when guys know how big and thick my dick was to just hook up for the night.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Ian leaned into me, I could fee his sweet breath roll over my face; it was almost like taking a Viagra. My dick pushing so painfully hard against my pants I could not stand it, leaking huge amounts of pre-cum on my leg. Ian “Before I get too serious, I want to give you something that I think you would like. Wait here for just a minute.” I just shook my head yes, as he got up from the couch. I watched his wide back and his tight full ass fight the confines of his clothes as he walked into a small-enclosed room on the other side of the loft. The room only had walls that went half way up to the ceiling. As he entered the room Ian pulled closed a large sliding door. I could see the shadows of lights dance on the ceiling as he moved with in the room. Just then he slid open the door to the room, I could not believe what I was seeing. My mind was numb with what I saw.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Ian walked out of the room, almost totally naked. The only thing he was wearing was a skintight pair of white spandex workout pants. The pants were pulled so tight and because of the light color were almost sheer. His skin was totally smooth, not a hair to be found in sight. The lights of the room reflected and rolled around the contours of his muscles as he walked. I could see the meat of his quads fight for space under the tight pants, which came down about ½ way over his thighs. As he walked muscles of his legs shook and flexed with each step. I could see the sides of his thick calf muscles as they straddled his shins. Looking up at his crotch, I could see the outline of tight pair of bikini briefs that were packed to the limit, still robbing me of my view of his dick. The top of his underwear sagged from the weight; I could see a small gap between waistband and his lower stomach. All I could see was where his penis ended, the thick head of his penis pushed out the material as it formed around his dick. Just above the pants, I got a full view of his abs. They were more magnificent than I ever thought they could be, as he got closer I could see a network of veins coving the cobblestones of his abs. This time I was able to see all of his abs though his tight paper-thin skin, I counted five impressively defined sets of abs. I could see his obiques shift and flex as he walked. Just above were two huge slabs of thick hard meat. His pecs over hung, half away over the first sets of abs. His pecs were heavy looking, they barely moved as he walked, the squared off edges over hung his ribcage. He nipples hung at almost a 45-degree angle but pointed a little lower toward the floor. They were well proportioned for his size, a little big larger than a quarter. I could some of the striations of his muscles and near the top of his pectorals on either side I could see a thick vein just under the skin. The veins raced over his huge cantaloupe deltoids. The veins moved down to the valley where his upper bicep meet the lower part of the deltoid muscle and followed the crest of the thick hard bicep. This man was just muscle pilled on top of muscle with nothing below the skin to soften the lines of his muscles. A quick hard shiver ran though my body; at the same time Ian and myself noticed I had just blown a huge wad of cum down my pants leg. Ian gave a big smile and said, “I see that you approve of what I am wearing.” Ian grasped my hands and pulled me to my feet. Ian “I think we should probably get you out of those wet pants. I have a good feeling that if you keep them on you might just make a bigger mess”. At that moment Ian in one swift movement began to unbutton my pants, pulling my zipper down. I figured at that point I did not have much choice and nothing to loose other than my decency. I started to push down that waist of my pants when Ian bent over to help me off with my shoes. God he was flexible, he had basically bent himself in half, popping my shoes off and pulling my pants legs off my legs. While he was doing this I could look down the large expanse of his back, the ripples of muscles moving as he worked. I ran my hand over the mounds of muscles; his smooth skin was almost slick to the touch. As he rose up past my legs, I could feel his tongue make a quick brush along the length of my penis. I could feel his tongue run over the thick veins of my penis. My dick was still so painfully hard; it just made me drool more cum. Ian “It looked so good, I just had to take a quick taste”. Being free from my pants, my dick was so heavy from all the blood engorging it, that it was bobbing with each heart beat at a 90-degree angle from my body. Ian grasped my hand and pulled me toward the other side of his loft.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]As we walked, Ian picked up a small white remote control. Lights in the far corner of the floor brightened as we walked. There was a large workout area that would put most gyms to shame. All of the equipment was chrome and white but there were no weights attached. All the machines looked to use a hydraulic mechanism for resistance. Ian “I think you would like to see me work my arms.” I could not help but to agree. Ian sat down at machine for doing preacher curls. Ian adjusted a dial on the machine and grasped the curl-bar. Ian slowly preformed several reps on the machine. I watched as his arms curled the weight. I could see the fibers of muscles expanding and contracting under the skin. As his arms pumped with blood, his already thick muscles looked like they were going to split though the skin as he moved. The veins running down his arms pumped fuller, the large vein running down his bicep was rock hard and was thicker than my small finger. I ran my hands over his bicep as he worked his arms; they were hot and incredibly hard to the touch. Ian reached down and adjusted the machine. Ian “I need add a little more weight.” I walked behind Ian and pressed my body into his back, running my hands over his shoulders down onto his arms as he worked them. I could see the split down the bicep form as he contracted. The peaks of his biceps were incredibly high. I could smell his incredible sent as it filled my nose. Ian adjusted the weight again but his form never changed. I could see his arms swell as he pumped the weight; the skin on his arms was becoming so thin it looked like it was vacuum packed. The skin was becoming so shiny as it stretched to hold his muscles. As he worked his muscles, my dick was being messaged between my stomach and his back. My dick was leaking pre-cum all over his back, making it slippery. I could almost hear his skin stretch to hold his muscles. Ian adjusted the weight of the machine again. As he worked his arms he started to moan as he lifted the weight. My hands drifted over his lats, a thin layer of sweat had formed on his skin. With my left hand I reached around to the front of his body, I could feel his rock hard abs contract as lifted the weight. My hands ran down the mounds of muscles until I reached the top of his pants. I ran my hands lower to his lap; my hand found a thick tube of meat though his workout pants. Ian’s moans became louder. I could feel as his dick started to thicken and fill with blood. My dick spammed as I shot three heavy loads over his back and over the front of my shirt.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Ian stood up from his bicep workout, covered in sweat. His pants had become completely see though as it clung to his body. Ian “I need to work my triceps, to balance out my arms.” As he said this he pulled his arms up into a double-bicep pose. Ian “Kevin, would you like to see how big my arms have pumped up to?” Ian reached down and picked up a measuring tape and handed it to me. Kevin “God, yes.” Ian resumed his pose as I rapped the tape over the peak of his bicep. As I pulled the tape tight my hands were trembling, my eyes widened as I looked at the numbers on the tape. Kevin “T..t..t..twenty-five inches.” My dick throbbed harder with blood, the veins on the surface were hard and the head was so red it was almost purple. I could see a fine network of veins spread under the surface of his skin; it looked like a European road map as the veins pulsed with blood. Ian “Not too bad for a quick work out”. I looked down and I could see Ian’s underwear straining to hold his penis, the gap at the top had become larger under the pressure. Ian walked to another machine and started to do tricep pushdown, as he reached the bottom of the movement I could see the horseshoe shaped muscle explode with definition. Ian preformed several reps and then increased the weight. Ian “Why don’t you spot me from behind?” Kevin “I would love to.” I walked up behind Ian, my dick pressed into the crack of his hard ass. I could feel the slick fabric of his pants rub across the head of my dick, which almost caused me to loose it. My hands rested on his triceps has he worked. His arms were so hard; my hand could not even begin to wrap my hands around. My nose was buried into his back; I took in deep breaths of his sent. If my dick got any harder I thought it would pop. Ian increased weight that the machine was delivering. I cold feel the veins pulse on his arms has his heartbeat. Ian started to moan again as he pressed the weight down. I could fee the fibers under his skin become hard as steel. My hands dropped down this his crotch again, from this angle and because of his thin waist I could reach his crotch with both hands. With my left hand I started to message and roll his cock under the fabric of his underwear. My right hand was able to find his balls; they had to be the size of large eggs. His crotch was heavy and getting heavier as blood rushed into his penis. His dick was getting thicker, firmer and longer and I rubbed him. His penis had worked its way up, so it was pointing to the left side of his hip. I could feel the veins of his penis begin to harden. His penis pushed his underwear out past the side of his hip as it became harder. I could not believe how thick it was getting, his dick longer than mine and just as thick. His dick was as thick as a can of Red Bull and getting harder as I worked it. His dick had to be over 11 inches. I could not help but pull on his penis as it lengthened. I could feels his balls swell as I squeezed them, getting heavier in my hand. His grunting got louder as I worked him and as he increased the weight on the machine. Sweat was running of his body, I could taste it as it ran down his back, past my lips. I started to lick his back muscles, tasting his sweat and feeling the hard muscle under my tongue. I could trace the valleys and peaks of his muscles with my tongue. Ian continued to press the weight down; I could see the fibers in his muscles go wild with the exertion. He did one final rep squeezing his muscles to the max. When he was done he handed me the tape, I knew what he wanted. Ian hit a double bicep pose again, I loped the tape over his arm. I could smell his sweat and his sent fill the air, my dick throbbed harder and harder. The hard veins on my dick stood out in bold relief slick with my cum and Ian’s sweat. I pulled the tape tight as Ian flexed his arm, the peak of his bicep rose and the veins look like they were ready to burst under the pressure. Kevin “Twenty-eight inches”. I ran my hands over the hard slick surface of his arm; the skin was red and hot from the workout. I did not even touch myself and I shot 4 long ropes of cum onto Ian’s abs and down the front of his pants. Ian grabbed my penis with his hand and jack my dick a few more times, I shot 3 more strong loads. I was still orgasming but only a few slower squirts of cum escaped; I shivered as my dick started to heave with blank shots. Ian smiled, “I am really glad we lost the pants”. He took his hand, covered in my cum, and smeared it into his abs and chest. Ian bent down and gave me a quick sensuous kiss on my lips; I could feel his tongue brush against my lips. Ian “I need to work my legs”.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Ian walked over to seated leg-press machine, he sat down much how the old astronauts would sit but with their legs extended. I sat down on the floor behind Ian’s back. I could smell his odor fill the air, even though I was spent, my dick became as hard as a rock. My veins my dick was almost double their normal size as it supplied my dick with blood. Ian pressed his legs out straight, I could see the fibers in his thighs flex and harden under his skin. Ian preformed dozens of reps, and then increased the weight on the machine. I rubbed my hand over the slick smooth surface of his shoulders and chest as he worked. Ian turned up the weight again; I could hear the pistons of the hydraulics work against his legs. I could see his legs thick and veins pulse to the surface as he worked. He just kept working his legs harder. The fabric of his shorts had become so stretched that fabric tried to ride further up his thighs to try and compensate for the increased tension. Ian started to moan as he pushed out more reps. He increased the weight again, I could see thick veins creating a web across his legs. After a few more reps, I heard the fabric of his pants start to rip. At first it started slowly, but it accelerated as his legs pumped even fuller with each press. My dick with out any more cum just leaked clear ejaculate. His legs became exposed as the legs of his pants ripped completely up to his waist. I could see the split in his quads that went down to the bone. Speaking of bone, his lovely dick was now poking out the top his underwear, just under the waistband of his shorts. With the thin fabric of the shorts and the mixture of sweat I could now see part of his gorgeous dick. The head of his dick was that size of a plum and was a deep red color. Ian gave out a loud grunt as he pushed out his final rep. Ian got up from the machine and extended his left leg, shook it. I could see the large muscle mass wobble back and forth; he then flexed his leg and the muscle snapped to a rock hard mass of striated muscle. I ran my hand up his thick quadriceps feeling the striations of the muscle and the web of veins just under the cellophane thin skin. Ian reached down with one hand and ripped of the rest of his pants that clung to his waist. I automatically grabbed the tape and rapped it around his thigh. I loved the feeling of hot hard muscle and the smell of his skin. I put my head right in front of his thigh, just below his crotch, I wanted to just start licking my way up to his balls and thick dick just above. I read the tap “38 inches, fuck that is 4 inches bigger than my waist!” Ian “ Well that is not too bad for a quick workout. And not to rub it in, my thighs right now are 5 inches bigger than my waist”, he said with a smile. I reached up and started to rub his dick and finally able to touch his dick, as I rubbed the top that was poking out of the top of his underwear he was still wearing. It was hard and firm, I could feel the veins pulse under my touch, and it was hot and was making me hotter. I just wanted to wrap my mouth around his dick and sucked like there was no tomorrow. Ian looked down with his increasable eyes and said “I still need to finish working out one more body part for tonight. My chest, I think you will like that.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#000000]Ian walked over to machine with a flat bench and an adjustable bar. Ian lay down and moved the bar into position and adjusted the weight. I knelt down by his huge thick thighs. Looking up toward his crotch and his huge pecs beyond. As he worked his chest, I could see his pictorials bunch and thicken to astronomical thickness as they contracted. I ran my hands over his thighs feeling the thick veins just beneath the skin. I ran my tongue along his skin, tracing his quads. I loved the taste of his sweat and skin; it was not just salty but had an addictively odd delicious flavor. Ian adjusted the weight on the machine, I could not see his face but I could see his pecs swell and redden with blood. I could see his thick arms as he pressed up the weight, all the veins hard and thick with blood. I moved up toward his dick gabbing his huge quads as hard as I could with my hands, unable to make a dent. I breathed in his sent, pouring off of his body. My dick was as hard as a rock as it rubbed across his smooth wet skin. I liked his balls though the underwear, which was stretched tight as a drum. I licked the outline of the shaft of his dick. I moved my tongue over the top of the underwear to touch the skin of his dick. It was as hard as iron covered in silky soft skin. I licked the head of Ian’s penis, tasting the precum starting to ooze out of his dick. In the middle of his workout, Ian reached down and ripped the underwear off. His dick sprang to an almost perfect 90-degrees, with his tick balls resting on his thighs. Not needing any more encouragement, I dove down on him. I have blown a few guys before but no one as big as Ian. I had to prop myself up on his thighs, so I could get a good angle of attack. I had to relax my throat muscles as much as I could so I could take as much of him in as possible. I thought my jaw was going to dislocate from the pressure of his penis. I could feel the veins of his dick rub past my lips as I moved his dick deeper into my mouth. I used my tongue to rub the side of his dick. I sucked as hard as I could. Ian grunted as I sucked and he continued to lift. Ian increased the weight and I increased my efforts on his dick. His dick thickened which caused my mouth to stretch even wider. Ian’s hot precum lubricated my throat as I sucked. My hands were pressed into his abs; it was like I had my hands on a hot brick road, they did not budge under my weight. Ian worked harder; I could feel his dick building, his veins filling with the pressure. I could not look up but Ian was lifting harder than ever. I could feel the sweat pouring off his body; I had a hard time to keep my hands from slipping off of his body. Just as he screamed, pressing the bar up, Ian started to shoot thick steams of cum down my throat. His dick pumped for three or four minutes; I was getting full. If I could have cum myself, I would have; I was still out of cum and my balls ached. My hands reached up and felt his hot hard pecs, the two hot boulders were slick with sweat. I could feel the striations of muscles just below the skin. Ian “That was a good finish for a short workout. I think we need to go shower. He put his hands on my traps and gave me a slight squeeze. Ian slowly pushed his body backwards, slowly removing his impaled dick from my head. Ian was still hard; I could feel veins of his dick rub past my lips. After several seconds I felt the head of the dick arrive at the front of my mouth. I almost did not want to let it go. Ridge of his penis head caused my mouth to open further so it could escape. My jaw felt some relief, being able to finally close. I stood up looking down on Ian; he was a sweaty muscle god looking up smiling at me. Ian stood up; god he looked so huge and pumped. The veins weaved their way round his hard muscles. Ian “I think we need to get rid of these clothes first.” Ian reached forward and grabbed the base of my shirt, which was soaked with his sweat. He started to strip it off me; I raised my arms to let the shirt sip off. I felt like a little boy being undressed by a parent. Ian “We still need to get your underwear off but I think we might have a problem with that.”, as he was pointing down to my penis which was still rock hard sticking out of the leg hole of my underwear. Ian “Why don’t you just try thinking about something less exciting.” Images of the old lady once again popped into my head. Ian laughed, “I guess you found something to think about.” Ian gently pushed my underwear down. As Ian stooped down, I could smell his incredible odor pass by my nose. My hand made their way to his head. I ran my fingers through his wet hair. I loved the feeling of his hair, it was so dense but his hair was so fine. As Ian got up, my hands rode down his head and over his thick neck. My hands finally came to rest on his thick huge hard traps. His head leaned down and his full lips pressed into mine, his hot tongue roamed though my mouth. I could taste his salty sweat on his lips, as it mixed with his saliva, it tasted so good. I was hard as a rock again in an instant, my dick pressing into his. Ian’s lips release their lock and he slowly turned to walk, my hands just slid against his skin; he reached back and grabbed my hand.[/COLOR]