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Hi guys - this new story of mine started out as my real-life experience, which was actually just the first scene in the movie theater that you will read. After that it’s all fiction, but I’ll let Bart tell you the whole story from his point of view. Hope you enjoy it, Dennis MUSCLE-STUD HOOKUP CHAPTER 1 It was a dreary Saturday afternoon in 2022 and there was a movie at the local theater here in Florida that I was eager to see. “Spoiler Alert” was a gay film that friends had said was too romantically mushy and too tear-jerky and sentimental for any of them to join me. One friend said to me, “Oh please Mary. It sounds so ‘schmaltzy’”. I decided to go anyway, and no biggy if I was going solo today. I sometimes like doing things alone and get into my own thoughts anyway, and besides, you can’t chat with friends when you’re watching the film, right? The reviews said the movie had good acting and I knew that the leads were appealing to me. I bought a large popcorn and, as I was seated in the theater, I began to realize that not only was I out alone today, my friends having made me friendless for this excursion, but it appeared that no one else in this whole freaking county wanted to see this film either. The lights in the theater went out, and I began viewing the movie having my own private showing. This turned out to be a good thing as I giggled and even laughed heartily at times, then cried with real tears in full throttle blubbering near the end. I didn’t have to be concerned with offending any other audience members around me by showing such emotion. Nor embarrass myself. And maybe this was even cathartic to me? The movie wasn’t great, but it was really just what I had wanted to see. When the credits came on at the end, I took what may have been an emergency exit to leave, finding myself now suddenly blinded by the bright sun outside. Well, this IS called the Sunshine State after all, even though it at times should be called the Hurricane State. But with no sunglasses, I found myself temporarily unable to see much, and with no sense of direction getting to my car. As a result, I stayed on the sidewalk of the strip-mall for longer than I wanted. I had heard that there was a Gold’s Gym in this mall but had never seen any muscular beauties from it for evidence that there really was one. But, right in front of me now, was the evidence. Beauty might have been one word to describe him. Godlike another. But muscle-stud would have been the most apropos word if I was writing a story about him, which I now am. Strutting out of Gold’s Gym, with a bit of a waddle, was the most breathtaking, and aforementioned beautiful, godly, muscle-studly man I have ever seen face to face. Well, not face to face yet, but just his physique was all that I needed to witness for him to get those adjectives applied to him. He was showing the largest and most defined of triceps’ horseshoes imaginable as he carried his heavy gym bag. I went into what is commonly referred to as “being in a muscle-heaven trance.” This meant that any intelligent thought that I might have had was replaced by my heart racing, my dick plumping, and I was now loudly gasping. This is a condition that only muscle-obsessed gay men are diagnosed with, and the gasping was totally involuntary, and I certainly couldn’t keep it to myself. The muscle-stud quickly looked my way to see who could have been having such an extreme reaction to whatever it was that I was reacting to. Now, even though I was certain he doesn’t live in a tree, he saw someone from his species that he doesn’t often run into. I mean, spending all that time in the gym, and Gold’s Gym specifically, he doesn’t get to see too often gay men that have almost no muscle adorning their body, that is to say, me. I looked at him with a red and frowny face of embarrassment, which softened when I saw him looking at me with the smiley friendly face of someone that actually liked what he saw. And HE already knew that I liked very much what I was looking at. He took the lead with a simple, “Hey.” My turn, and my mouth was incapable of working just yet. Lips have to be close to each other in order to speak and mine were still in the gasp stage. As my lips worked on being cooperative, which took a little while, my eyes were navigating the view in front of me. This was an exquisite example of a handsome man, somewhere in his mid to late twenties, who spent an enormous amount of time lifting in the gym to achieve what is probably a trophy winning physique. He must also shovel tons of food, at many meals a day, into his mouth, all very lean and high in protein, supplemented by lots of protein shakes. There’s also the cardio and, dare I say, courses of ‘roids. I also assumed that his testosterone was at a certain level that he unmistakably had sex more than I. Which isn’t saying much given my track record, but when you looked like him, I would also assume that he had a lot more potential partners very interested in having a roll in the hay with him. I was finally able to say ‘hey’ back as we then moved closer to one another. He was indeed very handsome, but my eyes moved south as I quickly studied his chest that was bulging out towards me creating an astounding pec shelf, making him technically much closer to me than a slim guy would be if the slim guy was standing where he was. Before I was able to get to viewing his biceps, which would have been next on the tour for me, he gave a quick dance of his pec striations. And he did it just for me, knowing that that was what I would have wanted to see. Very nice of him I thought as I did a quick low volumed gasp, really just inhaling a bit this time at what he just did. I looked back at his face, and he was giving me this full white-teeth-and-dimples smile, one of perhaps amusement mixed with him acknowledging what has a great effect on me. “You’re big into muscle, I can tell!” That deep voice again of his just added to everything else about him making him hot as fuck. It was my turn to smile now as his statement was just so obvious and you didn’t need to be an Einstein to see what I was ‘into’. “You can say that again,” I flirted back. “And you seem to have plenty of it. And just in the right places too. IE, everywhere.” Another dance of his pecs just a bit more for emphasis. “It was arms day today. This admirer of mine in Gold’s just measured them for me. Twenty-four inches cold.” “What are they when you’re hot,” was my immediate response. I could continue talking about his biceps all day if he wanted. “Being near to you, like I am now, is making me real hot. Just thinking about what I could do to a really cute guy like you makes one of my big muscles swell. And I take it you’re real hot also now, little guy?” So, I was his ‘little guy.’ I liked that, a lot. And I also liked that he was cutting to the chase right away. “More than you could ever know, big man.” And ‘little guy,’ me, loved calling him ‘big man’. Speaking of dicks swelling, mine was now leaking, thinking about what he was thinking of doing to me. “ “Actually, the second I laid eyes on you,” I continued, as I then had the opportunity to look at his left bicep which I saw relaxed, and is a 24 incher when flexed, as he said. It had the sexiest looking thick cephalic vein running down its center. This stud is truly phenomenally muscular and also sensuously ripped. Leak, leak. “Well, then give me your number,” my handsome bodybuilder said to me. A ‘handsome bodybuilder’ was interested in having my number? I’ve gotta pinch myself to see if this is really happening. “I’m running a little late for my job and I’ll give you a call and we’ll arrange a proper hookup.” He took his phone out and I tapped my number into it. He then leaned into me and gave me a quick wet kiss on my lips. He tasted delicious. And I wanted a lot more of him. He said goodbye and he was off. Would I ever hear from him again? I hadn’t even touched him. Wait, I don’t even know his name! It just all seemed so fanciful. My eyes had been trying to adjust to the sun and the first thing I was able to focus on was the most gorgeous, exquisitely muscular and handsome man I’ve ever seen. And within about five minutes my prince charming kissed me, took my number, and was off. I watched him strut away with a sexy waddle as he went to his car. I was able to now take in the bigger picture from the back. His remarkably broad shoulders, slimming to an impossibly small-in-comparison waist, then flaring out again for his muscular glutes, then his rippling quads and huge calves. With keyless entry into his sports car, he opened its door, hopped in, and he was off. His engine gunned as he shifted gears, and his smooth driving was as smooth as his sexy talk. Will I be waking up soon from a dream and the reality that this muscle-stud does not really exist, except maybe in a future dream? But he has to be real, since I can still taste his sweet masculine kiss on my tongue. I stood there on the strip-mall’s sidewalk looking for my car, then finally saw it in the distance. My time with the handsome bodybuilder was only maybe about five minutes, but I was missing him already.