Senior Muscle Academy

[iceman75]

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Note, this story is not by me, it was written by someone named Boychick 2003, the reason I am posting it here is because I've decided to write a sequel for it and I have decided to post that sequel here, and because that story is basically a direct sequel of this story, I thought you should read the original. If Boychick reads this, I'm sorry for posting this without your permission, if you don't want it up here just say so and I will delete it, but I would also like to say, this story ruled, and deserves a sequel, which I hope you will be happy with. [/COLOR]

Senior Muscle Academy

Two Years ago just after my 32nd birthday I decided it was time to give
back a little to the community. I was fortunate enough to have a decent 9 to 5
job, good health, and supportive circle of family and friends but still felt
someting was missing from my yuppie life and so began looking into doing
some charity work. I didn't know where to begin but had always had a soft
spot for the elderly so I looked up and found a place that needed volunteers.
"The Fort Triumph Home for the Aged" had volunteer care-givers and I went
in for the first time 2 years ago to meet with the director, a Miss Stamps, a
middle aged widower who was glad to any help she could especially from "a
strong young man like yourself". I'd begun working out just that year to try
and keep in shape in my 30's. She flattered me and told me the home had a
fitness room and if I was interested I was welcome to take a look. All the
workout machines were donated by a gym that'd gone under and was
completely unused. I was in heaven!!! Not only could I volulnteer here but I
could get in great work outs unfettered by a single soul, and even if any of the
old geezers decided to come wathc this young buck pump iron I knew they'd
keep a distance. It kind of gave me a thrill to think of the old guys with
their
feeble shrivled bodies envious of my more muscular manly physique.
So Miss. Stamps seeing my excitement gave me a key to the gym and
continued the tour. The place was spllit into the men's and women's areas.
The women were all very friendly and animated, the men mostly in their 70's
were more sad, their sagging bodies seemd to show the years weighing them
down. There were 12 men in all. The youngest, Sam, was 71, more than
twice my age. The oldest, Joe, was 91 almost 3 times my age. They really
looked pathetic but seemed to warm up to me pretty quick. Miss. Stamps told
them I would be the new health and fitness instructor, and would be spending
a lot of time in the gym if anyone was interested in learning some excercises.
Sam the 71 year old surprised me by his immediate interest. "I'd love to leane
more about those machines, I've always been interested but here was never
anyone who know how they worked." He said gesturing with his thin flabby
arms flapping by his sides. I felt like a tower or virulent young strength in
comparison to the men. I was 5'8" and 150 lbs of lean muscle- I had a
swimmers build. Sam was about my height but chunkier. I told him that he
and whoever else was interested could meet me the next day for an
orientation session in the gym. He said he was real excited and would try to
bring a few men with him. He had a glint in his eye as he looked over my
body and his eyes narrowed as he seemed to be appraising my strength. He
said "If it took you a year to get into shape I can't wait to see how long I can
get at leat as fit." There was something in his tone, like a competitive edge,
I
found a llittle disarming but I just figured it was his excitement to start
something new.
The next day after work I showed up and went to meet the senior men at
their gym. No one was there so I chaned and began my work out. It was
great to have the place to myself and i started to stretch out at which point
Sam and 2 other guys came through the door. Same introduced me to Tom,
79, and James 84. Both were really fragile looking about 5'8" and probably
140 lbs a piece. I first had everyone weigh in. Sam was 153, Tom 147 lbs.,
and poor wimpy James, I had to hold back laughter was 138 lb weakling. But
they were all really amped and I went through all the machines with them and
showed them a few books on bodybuilding including Arnolds Encyclopedia
and right away they seemed to be charged with motivation to build
themselves up. James turned to me as I was leaving and smiled "Thanks for
the head start, it'll just be a matter of time now before we can give you a run
for your money". They all laughed and I laughed to and then Tom threw in
"What's a matter kid, you don't think we could seriously ever overpower you
with shear muscle strength?" And finally Sam chimed in "Yeah, you're
laughing now but we live here and have nothing better to do all day but
dedicate ourself to getting bigger and one day you may not find it so funny"
and again they all laughed and I left the room not sure if they were just good
humored jokes or subtle threats and a slight chill went down my spine.
In the ensuing weeks I noticed they'd really taken their whole new finess
regimen to heart as they not only were using the equipment regularly but
they'd decorated the place with posters of huge bodybuilders for inspiration
and added a whole bunch more bookes on diet and nutrition to the gym
library. I also noticed a giant stash of supplements and protein powders in the
kitchen as well as charts posted with each of their names and progress of
their lifting.
Sam noticed me in the room that third week and came up behind me
slapping my back with a hard thump that reallly knocked the wind out of me. I
turned around to find him standing there in his workout pants and a tank top
astonished at his quick development from flabby old man to rock solid
massive muscle stud. He said "Hey kid, notice any changes around here?"
and pushed me to a full length mirrored wall. We both stood side by side and
he told me to flex my arm. I didn't know hot to react and he comanded me in a
deeper voice "come on boy, flex what baby muscles you got" I did and he
immediately shot up his next to mine shouting out "BAM!!! Look at that! It's
only been 3 weeks and looks like my arm's about to overtake yours!" I
couldn't believe my eyes. Sam began laughing this evil conceited way and
told me how he and the other guys had made a bet to see who could get
bigger than me first, he said they were all really looking forward to a little
competition even and wanted me to be the main part of it. I asked how the
other two were doin and all he said was "we take 5 or 6 meals a day and work
out at least 4 times per day for an hour and a half per session and Jamies is
about to come in about any second".
Just at that moment James the 84 year old weakling strode in. He was fully
clothed from head to toes in his old bathrode and I felt almost awkward
standing there because I knew my body was so much more superior to his
bag of bones. He walked straight up to me with a defiant look in his eye,
reached for the dumb bells and began banging out preacher curls with a
broad smile on his face as we both took in he was curling with 55 lb. weights.
He turned towards me in a deep authoritative tone told me to take off his robe
and stood there flexing his 17 inch arms in my face smuggling giggling as he
said "Get a load of these guns kid. In 3 weeks since you gave us your little
lesson my muscles have been taking a little growth spurt the likes of which
you could only dream of going through" at that moment Tom the 79 year old
sauntered in. I noticed his entire presence had changed and he walked in
that bulky bodybuilder way with shoulders swaying to his hips banc and forth.
He too was fully covered ina satin boxing robe but his width could not be
concealed. The shoulders must have been about 4 feet across and his belted
waist was tiny. He asked me if I was still working out as he grinned and
surveyed me heat to toe. His voice was gruff, "So young one, you still making
it to the gym? You look a little peeked. We've gotton pretty addicted to the
weight room and I think its been paying off". Instantaneously he flung his gold
silk robe off his huge boulder like shoulders revealing a rippling muscled
physique of a compeptitive bodybuilder. He was wearing a tiny red posing
suit with a huge package that looked like it was about to explode. He took a
step closer to me in front of the mirror and began to strike poses as he
casually asked "So what do you think?" I was stunned. The three senior
muscle men surrounded me and all I could say was "You guys look pretty
good." They all started laughing and theother two stripped down to their own
mathcing red posing trunks "Pretty good", mimicked Sam in a girly voice
"Pretty good, is that all? Let's compare wat pretty good is to what you got."
Each one forced me to repeat the same poses in comparison- their legs made
mine look like a little boys at which point they made me compare my legs to
their arms which were still bigger and more muscular. "We could snap your
little chicken legs in half with our big bad boy guns." And again they all
laughed heartiliy at my utter humiliation, because it was undeniably true.
They seemed charged with their male superiority over me and commanded
me to leave and think about how I could further help them along. I cock was
so hard I had trouble concealing it but Tom noticed it "Hey whats this, you like
all this old old hard muscle don't ya, little girl?" he said as he approached
and
squeezed my balls a bit too hard for pleasure. "Well looks like we may have a
use for you after all, since the machines seem to like our bodies much more
than yours how bout you come in once a moth to keep oiled up and check on
our progress as we turn into the huge freaky muscle studs you've only ever
dreamed of becoming". They all laughed and pushed me back and forth
between the 3 of them call me names and groping me. They told me I
couldn't work out in the Senior Muscle Academy but I had to come back each
friday to measure their growth. I was petrified and arroused at the same time
but they told me they had real men's work to do and ordered me out. I left
feeling week ashamed and inferior but returned the next friday at 6 am to fuix
up the machines agian.
This time their were wrestling mats laid sone and i noticed all 12 names of
the men on the progress board. The three guys came ina t 7 am all in gold
satin boxing robes. They saw me and smiled to one another. Tom told me to
strip off my clothes and game me a tiny pink speedo to wear. "From now on
when you come in for service this will be your uniform". he then ordeded me
to take their tobes. I could not belileve my eyes as I disrobed the youngest.
71 year old Sam wearing a wrestling singlet as I took off his robe he got so
excited by the site of his huge pecs busting out he whipped around and put
me into a bear hug and announced "Today we will demonstate what our old
man muscle bodies are capable of - runt boy" Hold me in mid-air he began
kneading my ass cheeks with his strong calloused hands as he grinned and I
felt his dick grinding into me like a steel metal rod. Then each one stood side
by side in their singlets muscles bulging and rippling in all directions as they
streched out on the mats. "We want to wrestle you in a contest of strength and
manlihood, the winner gets to choose his reward". I was practically trembling
at their new found arrogance and overwheming power. "But first we gotta
pump up to be ready for you". One by one they loaded up the bench but then
stopped and said as their leader I ought to go first. I put on two 35 lb.
plates
and eeked out 8 reps. They were smilng smugly as they lined up and each
did 20 reps easily. Afterward they all high fived and added another 25 lb
weight to either side- more than I had ever lifted. "Your turn Mr. Muscles" Tom
jeered. "But that's too much wieght for me guys". "Too much? For a young
muscle stud like you? Just try. We want to see how weak you really are".
Each one smiled as they flexed their pecs one after another directly up to
mine. Their chest were bulging out at least two inches so that their tits
pointed
down toward the ground. I sat on the bench and tried with all my might lifting
the bar just barely off the bench and slowly lowering it down to my chest. My
arms began to tremble, I felt completely humiliated as I realized the only way
I
could get it back up was with their help. "I can't make it back up" I whimpered
on the verge of tears. "Why not Mr. Muscle?" "Because I'm not strong
enough". They all began laughing, their muscle constricting and rippling
everywhere. "Ok honeybuns, let us help you before you hurt yourself" John
came over and with one hand replaced the bar but not before curling it with
ease a few times to show off. They were all glaring at me with a voctorious air
as John announced "Now you sit down and rest a while while we real men
show you how it's done. You might learn something." And he took my place
at the bench, flexed a double bi and told the others to add a little weight, two
more 25 lb weights which came to 180 lbs with the 10 lb bar. "Now for our
warm up" and he pushed out an easy 10 reps as did each super human
senior after him. They then added more weight to 250 lbs and all did another
3 sets of 10 reps each. After that they went about the rest of their routine
forcing me to flex my now dwarfed muscles in comparison each time after
they's pumped up to a bloated muscle monster size. After an hour of this
degrading treatment they took on new name for me "You--Mr. Muscles" Tom
said " You'd be pretty strong for a lady, we cought to call you Miss. Muscles
from now on as you really don't deserve to hold a male title". "Miss Muscle
come over hear and worship my pecs with your tongue" commanded the 84
year old muscle freak smiling deviously as he flexed his pecs in isolated
pumps. I could not believe this was the same James I saw just a month ago-
his whole perosnality had transformed. As I approached he grabbed me by
the back of the head and slammed my face in between his pecs as he flexed
them pinching my nose. "Can you imagine this wimp doing anything more
than this for a workout? I just want to get him down on the mat and beat the
crap out of his puny little body- I'm gonna destry this pathetic excuse for a
man". And with that he flung me down on the mat and stripped off his singlet
so just the bottom half was on. I was lying on the mat and he just stood over
me and placed on foot on my stomache and flexed a double bi "Get ready for
a little pain, these babies need to discipline a cocky young lady like you."
And
he jumped on top of me as the other two guys clapped and cheered him on.
"Pulverize the wimp, Jimmy" "Make the little girl scream for mercy" Just then
the other 9 men came in for their work out all looking amazingly muscled in
tiny red posers. They were all laughing and cheering as James manhandled
me, tying me up like a pretzel for their amusement. He'd pin me, let me up
and then pin me down again, flexing in triumph. He ripped my pink poser off
and completely naked in front of the crowd began doing over the head military
presses with my devasted body. One hand under my neck and the other
gripping my ass. Then he switched to curls in front of the mirror and told me
"Maybe you can help me get a little stronger- we'll just have to fatten you up
some in order for your puny body to challenge my powerful muscles". They
all laughed as they began applying oil to their bodies and he lifted me high up
and they oiled Jimmy up to. He put me down and they all ripped off their
clothes. Jimmy came over to me glisteniing with oil and put me in a tight
bear hug lifting my feet off the ground. It was then I felt his hard beer can
cock
between my legs. He repositioned me and whispered in my ear "Hey Miss
Muscle, ready to ride the senior muscle machine?" He then arrogantly began
strutting around the room fucking me like a rag doll. "Hey guys, get his new
excercise Miss. Muscle taught me, it's for building up a strong muscle cock" I
was moaning in and out of delerium as all laughed at the wimpy 33 year old
geting impaled over and over by the forceful senior muscle machines. James
unhitched me from his hold and passed me on to one of the new guys. "This
is Harry- he's 97 and wants to show you somehting" Harry was 5'5" and
about 200 lbs of rock sold man muscle. He had a mean look in his eye and
came hulking all oiled up completely nude like an elderly adonis with a semi
hard 9 inch cock. He said "My penis needs a work out Miss Muscle. You
better make me happy or I'll have to beat you to a pulp".

[mutador]

Nice, this story really turns me on!

[Kymuscleboy]

Hey Iceman,

I also love this story. I read it about a dozen times after the original author posted it. I tried e-mailing him some time ago when the Adult Muscle Stories group became inactive, but I never got a response.

I'm glad you've decided to pick up where he left off and contine the story. Good luck with writing the new chapter. I'm looking forward to it.

[iceman75]

Thanks yeah, I am happy to say that Boychick2003 is actually a member of this forum who visits it frequently, so you can actually PM him if you want. My whole take may be very similar to Boychick's original theme, of course I'm very much into extremes so the men I use will be older, stronger and more heavily muscled then the characters the original author used, at least the newer ones will be. I don't know how long it will take me, but I'm enjoying writing it more than a lot of stories I have (ie female muscle, which I do more often), just because I enjoy pushing the limits and I don't do that enough. It should be done in the next couple of days, and I hope you guys enjoy it.