Fantasy Come True

[ghunner]

About ten years ago or so, I was working out at a small gym in a small, rural town. There weren't many members, so I was easily the "beta," and was good friends with the alpha male of the gym. He was cocky, somewhat rude and few people liked him, though I quite did. He had good size with great proportions and decent definition. He was also confident about his muscularity and strength which, for me, was an even bigger turn on.

We didn't train together directly, but we did workout at the same time, talking quite a bit in between sets. Every so often, he'd talk about fighting people, once telling me he picked up a guy and threw him and the guy hit a telephone pole, wrapping around it before falling to the ground. After stories like this, he'd talk about his biceps and ask if I wanted to feel them. Of course I did! He'd always joke, though, that it would cost a dollar before he'd let me touch his mound of muscle anyway.

My favorite thing with him, though, was flex training. While he bragged about training for MMA, he also gloated about knowing bodybuilding quite well. Whether or not he did, he certainly knew how to pose and would offer me tips regularly. This, he would do, right in the middle of the gym. He'd strike a pose at the end of a workout and ask me to do the same. He'd then adjust my positioning before saying "Here, let me show you." Then, he'd strip off his shirt and strike a double bicep or a most muscular or whatever pose we were working on that day. He'd then order me to take off my shirt so we could flex next to each other and he could give me pointers. He was quite the stud and I'd struggle to prevent my shorts from revealing what I really thought of his massive, muscular body.

All of this flexing, mind you, was taking place in the middle of the weight area, since that was the only open place with room to flex and look into the mirrors. People would move around us and stop to stare as we hit pose after pose. It was awesome.

The best thing that happened, though, was one day this guy said, "let me show you something." He then grabbed me by the neck and picked me straight up off of the ground, with seemingly no effort. As he held me in the air with no sign of letting up, I got instantly hard and, while I wanted to enjoy the experience of what had previously been just a fantasy, I also panicked that he'd see my hard dick and that would be the end of our flexing sessions. So, I kicked and wiggled to be let down, though I very much did not want that to happen.

In hindsight, I think this guy would've enjoyed turning me on so much and things might have gone further. Unfortunately, I changed gyms shortly after that and only saw him once again at the bank, though our business prevented us from being able to speak with each other.

[GenevaCarlson]

great post, thanks

[toby182]

get his number!