Charlie's Secret (Part 1)

[muscle-addict]

Dear Nobody

I?m writing you this letter, because I have to tell someone about what has just happened to me. I can?t tell this to anyone else because, at the moment, I don?t know anyone else who will understand. I suppose you could say I have a secret. It?s not something I?m ashamed of, on the contrary, it?s something I love having, a part of me I wouldn?t ever want to change. It?s just not the kind of thing that would really be appropriate to tell a person in most given situations, or the kind of thing the majority of people would really understand even if I did, so at the moment, I have to just keep it, and anything relating to it, such as the events of today, to myself.

Maybe one day that will change and I?ll find someone who shares my secret. Someone who thinks and feels the same way as me. Maybe he?ll be funny, clever, creative, and cute. Maybe we?ll meet up in person and talk about our secret, and how special it is to find someone else who shares it. Maybe I?ll even send, or show him this letter, but for now, I?ll just have to settle with telling you.

There are only three things you need to know about me. The first thing is that my name is Charlie. The second is, I?m currently in my second year of university, studying Film and Television Production. My official university is in London, but I?m spending a term, or as my American classmates would say, a semester, at a university in Florida. Living in America, only if for a few short months, is something of a dream come true for me. Of course, like most things, the actuality of living here is slightly different from the fantasy. I kind of love it here, but I kind of hate it too, which is interesting, because that?s pretty much the same way I feel about London. Everything is different here, and I feel like somewhat of an alien, but at the same time, I kind of love being in this foreign land, where everyone talks differently to you.

And the third thing you need to know is my secret. The reason I?m writing you this letter in the first place. Let me tell you about how I came to discover I even had this secret to keep. It was one Saturday afternoon, when I was about sixteen years old. I was home alone and innocently flicking through a magazine my parents bought weekly, which specialised in, of all things, radio and television listings. I wasn?t really reading it, just half heartedly turning the pages, stopping every now and then to linger on the odd thing which caught my attention, unbeknownst to me that I was about to stumble on to something which would have the strangest, and most incredible effect on me. An effect like nothing had ever had on me before. Something which would lead me to a world I never even knew existed.

I remember feeling my eyes physically widening when I first saw the picture, and how it felt like my heart actually stopped beating for just a millisecond of time. Staring at it, I couldn?t quite get my head around what I was seeing, and why it seemed to have me so completely transfixed. Staring up at me from the page, was the most grotesquely muscular man I had ever seen. Every single one of his body parts was enormous. From the neck up he just looked like an ordinary man, he was handsome for sure but nothing particularly special and I even remember thinking how he sort of looked a little like my geography teacher Mr Daniels, except for the fact his skin was a dark bronzed colour with an oily shine, but from the neck down, his whole body was a mass of gigantically huge, almost cartoon-like balloons of hard smooth muscle, bulging so much they looked as if they were about to burst. Every muscle was deeply separated, and most had a number of thick, wiry veins running across them. I had seen muscular guys before. Movie stars and athletes with six packs and tight, hard toned bodies, but the man in this image was something else entirely. He didn?t even look like a human being. He looked like a genuine freak of nature. A sick experiment gone wrong. A new superior species of the human race. Some kind of otherworldly creature, computer generated for a superhero film.

As this monstrously massive muscle freak of nature, completely naked except for a small shiny green speedo-like pouch covering his genitals, his hands resting on the top of his enormously thick legs, biting down on his biting lip and his face contorted into an almost arrogant but hugely proud expression, like he was having a whale of a time simply just possessing that freakishly huge, anatomy chart like body stared up at me from the pages of this incredibly ordinary magazine in the living room of my parents incredibly ordinary house, I was completely and utterly hypnotised. My heart was pounding, my mind was racing, and for some reason, my penis was rock hard, twitching and pushing against the material of my boxers and jeans which were now struggling to contain it.

This thing which had unexpectedly intruded on me from another world seemed to have this incredible hold and power over me, and I had now idea why. It didn?t feel wrong, but I knew that whatever this effect it was having on me was, it definitely wasn?t of the ordinary.

After staring at the image for what seemed like hours, I forced myself out of my muscle obsessed trance, and tried to focus my mind on something else, but I couldn?t. My mind had been invaded, and my thoughts completely taken over by the image of that freakishly huge mountain of enormous muscle. I needed to see it again. I took the magazine into my bedroom and lay on my side on the bed, my upper body perched up by my elbow, the magazine next to me, flat on the bed. I flicked through the pages to try and find the image, and when I did, it was like I was seeing it for the first time all over again. I had no idea what was happening to me, all I knew was that in front of me was something so amazing and special. I had never desired anything more than this specimen of extreme muscle mass. This huge, hulking mountain of thick, smooth, superhuman muscle and his shiny green speedos, and air of incredible power, extreme arrogance and hyper masculinity was the most beautiful and sexually provocative thing I had ever laid eyes on. I reached for my throbbing hard on, bulging and straining through my jeans, gently squeezed and started tugging.

Soon enough I was popping open the buttons of my jeans and my white cotton boxer encased hard on was sticking out. I tugged and wanked, all the time staring at the muscle freak before me. Staring at the huge mounds of croquet ball shaped muscles which popped from his arms and fought for space with his round smooth freakishly thick looking chest which looked like it was made of marble, but had tiny wiry veins spread across the upper half. Staring at how his deeply carved shoulders ballooned like two watermelons trapped under bronzed tinted skin, which tightly stretched across the huge smooth muscle and looked unhealthily thin. Staring at his six beautifully shaped stomach muscles which looked like they had been carved with a knife. Staring at the incredible mass of lines and ripples etched into his tremendously large, hard looking leg muscles. And while staring at this presumably once ordinary sized man who?d built and moulded his entire body to extreme proportions and made himself look like a member of an entirely new, superior species staring up at me from my bed with his look of complete and utter self satisfaction and his air of incredible power and arrogance, my entire body seemingly shook, the most pleasurable sensation I?d ever had consumed my entire body, I let out a loud groan of ecstasy and my boxers filled up with a wet creamy liquid. Staring at a picture of, who I later found out was one of the top professional American bodybuilders of the time, squeezing a Most Muscular on stage at a bodybuilding competition in probably the best condition of his career, I?d masturbated and made myself cum for the first time in my life.

From that moment on, I?ve been completely obsessed with bodybuilders. Nothing turns me on more than the image of competition ready, monstrously muscular, indecently shredded muscle freaks who live and breathe for being huge, who love nothing more than to climb into small, brightly coloured posing trunks, made of the shiniest material imaginable, and to stand in front of a camera, or an audience, and flex, and tense and squeeze their cartoonishly huge, carved out, tightly wrapped, deeply separated balloons of thick hardcore muscle mass, looking both impossibly beautifully and inhumanely grotesque in equal measures, loving every single moment of showing off their phenomenally built, superhero-worthy, circus sideshow freak-like bodies. And that is my secret. The secret that no one will understand.

As one can imagine, it?s a fantasy that stubbornly stays at that. A fantasy. How many ripped and peeled, competitive bodybuilders sporting biceps bigger than the size of the average man?s head do you see walking round your local supermarket? None. And how many jacked and shredded genuine muscle freaks one week away from competing at their sixth bodybuilding show of the year do you see on a Friday night at the local pub? Absolutely zero. Of course, there have been some very rare, and exceptionally brilliant moments where I?ve encountered fairly big guys sporting some pretty decently sized muscle, one or two of whom could have easily stepped onto a bodybuilding stage at some point, at various places, and of course, those moments will probably be forever etched into my memory, but for the most part, genuinely huge muscle guys, and certainly bodybuilders like the one in the magazine I found all those years ago, and the ones I have spent countless hours watching and viewing ever since, still remain an extremely elusive and rare breed. It?s an extremely small world to which I have no ties or belonging to. Except for finding the courage to attend a bodybuilding show which I?ve yet to do, it?s a world I didn?t think there was much chance I would ever step into. That was, until today. Or to be more precise, two Tuesday?s ago, when Professor Walsh presented myself and my fellow students from my Video and Audio Production Techniques class with a list of the options for the first, one day work experience placement of the semester.

This is a day where every student on the course has the opportunity to visit, and participate in the filming of various types of film, television and video productions. Every student has to select three options, and the Professor will try her best to assign them to one of their choices, although this is not always possible, since as you can imagine, some of the options are more popular than others, and there are only so many students allowed on each placement.

Some of the students, usually the loud, obnoxious ones, were intent on getting the big gigs like production on the sets of a film from a well known studio, and popular television talk shows, but personally, I was happy with anything. I just wanted the experience.

Copies of the list were passed around to raised voices and excited chatter. I scanned the list to see, sure enough, a well known television talk show, work on an independent film, the set of a fairly well known cop show from cable who were filming in the area, work for a local news and weather television station, and some more fairly obscure productions.

Although nothing was particularly standing out as something I had a real desire to do, it all sounded pretty exciting. And then, as my eyes steered down to the bottom of the page, they suddenly widened, my heart leaped into my throat, and I almost couldn?t believe what I saw written on the last line, as the very last option; Filming at a National Bodybuilding Competition for a Muscle Video & DVD Production Company.

To be continued..

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[yaniya]

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[weaknobody]

Wow, Charlie... Thank you for telling me your secret. It means a lot.
I feel obligated to say I feel the same way about bodybuilders... We sure have a lot to catch up to. Please, keep me updated on your filming venture. I know you'll have a blast out of it.

[kamaswami]

I always love your stuff Addict. Thanks so much for posting this, and I hope part 2comes soon!