Popular Post dredlifter Posted June 25, 2021 Popular Post Share Posted June 25, 2021 So this is the first installment of my story. One, because it's long and two...because the second part isn't done yet. Once again I have failed to write a short story, so I will follow up with the conclusion by this weekend. EDIT: Conclusion is posted further down in the thread ++++++++++++++++++++ I audibly groaned as the window popped up on my computer screen, covering up the email that I was in the middle of composing. It was a 15-minute reminder that we were having yet another subvendor come in to hawk their wares. I had already skipped the last two of these so I knew I was due to attend. I work as an project engineer at a large engineering firm that specializes in power plant design and construction. Exciting stuff, I know. As you can guess, a complete power plant is a massively complex system that is made up of various equipment systems. Without going into tons of detail and making you jab an icepick into your frontal lobe, this means we have to buy a vast array of sub-equipment that are all integral to the design. Thus, throughout the year, the overly eager sellers of these wares love to come in and give presentations on why their equipment is so much better than the 15 other vendors selling the same stuff. So I picked up my notepad and trudged to the conference which was half full by the time I walked in. Of course, the chairs at the far end of the table were already taken, forcing me more toward the front and closer to the presenters. I glanced at the two men at the front of the room and chuckled, enjoying the regular dance of outside workers struggling trying to connect their computer to our monitor. What would they need today? HDMI cable? USB 2.0? Airtame? As the two men huddled over their laptop I couldn't help but realize maybe this meeting in particular wouldn't be so bad. I recognized the older gentleman as Bob Boonder, a portly man in his 60s with dark grey hair. We had purchased equipment from him often and he had stopped in to our office a few times over the years. He was a good guy who we could always count on, but right now I was more interested in his colleague. He looked to be in his 30s, though he may have been earlier in the decade while I'm solidly in the back half. He was a very handsome man with a wide and pronounced masculine jaw covered in a short, yet neatly trimmed black beard. A hint of cheekbones emphasized his handsomeness without making him look too pretty. He had deep set, dark and piecing eyes. The sides of his head were clipped short while the dark hair on top was about an inch long and styled slightly up and forward. As he glanced around the room he smiled and of course, two rows of perfectly straight, bright white teeth announced themselves to cap of the perfection of his head. His face reminded me of the lumbersexual men I had often ogled online, those who exude a rugged and outdoorsy, yet still very clean cut handsomeness. Needless to say, I found him hot. Where the heck had Bob found this guy? Suddenly the meeting was looking far more exciting, especially as I continued review of this new man. Both Bob and man were dressed in dark slacks and light colored oxford shirts, with a suit jacket on top. A nice touch, I thought. Some subvendors have come in and given presentations in dirty jeans and a polo shirt. While I have nothing against a nice polo and myself wear them often, it doesn't go unnoticed when our potential suppliers come in having put in the extra effort to wear good clothing. The two men did not wear ties and their oxfords were unbuttoned at the collars. As a company that specializes in industrial equipment, there was no problem with this. I can't remember the last time me or one of my coworkers wore a tie to work. Bob had dressed himself and his new employee perfectly to fit the culture of our workplace, his familiarity with us serving them well. It also became clear that the new man wasn't just a looker. As a regular gym goer myself, it wasn't lost on me just how broad those shoulders of his were in that navy suit jacket. And the undone collar gave me a nice preview of some big traps framing a very thick neck. I wasn't sure the man would've been able to button the collar even if they had a tie. While I pride myself on my fitness with wiry build and some decent abs, this guy had a build that exuded power. The only question that now racked my brain was just how that power was backed up. Was he once of those stocky, thicker guys with natural strength? Did he have more a powerlifter build under those clothes, with evident muscles but a bit of a gut? Perhaps a hobbyist gym bro, the guy who lifts five times a week and somewhat watches his diet yet still enjoys the pleasures of beer and burger a couple of times a week. There was a chance he could be a full on bodybuilder under there, a body packed by dense, ripped muscle but those guys are extremely rare, especially those with office jobs. I knew Bob was about my height, 5'10 or so, and his coworker stood just taller than him, putting my guess right at 6 ft or just under. All told, my years of ogling muscly men led me to guess the man to be about 230 lbs. More than enough that I could picture his strong arms carrying my 180 lb body around with ease. As I eyeballed him I couldn't make out any gut pushing against his shirt, so I surmised he was somewhere in the buff linebacker/regular gym guy range. And that was more than enough to get my blood racing as Bob and the well-put together man started their presentation. Bob began by speaking first. "Good afternoon everyone. Thank you for allowing us to come and present to you the latest we have to offer. As many of you know I'm now just a year or so away from retirement, so I've brought along my protégé here, if you will. I'd like to introduce Kirk Ahlstrom. The idea is that Kirk will take over my position once I'm out the door and enjoying margaritas on the beach." Ahhh. Kirk it is. A great name for such a big strapping hunk. "So Kirk here is actually going to give the presentation. Kirk take it away." "Thank you Bob." Of course his voice had rich, bassy timber to it. Not so deep to be James Earl Jones, but deep enough and with just enough rasp to feel it in your chest. "Bob has been a great mentor and I look forward to working with each and everyone one of you in the future." I look forward to working with YOU, Kirk. Kirk made his way around the table making eye contact with everyone around the table. When his eyes met mine it was like sparks flew. For me anyways. I swear he hesitated just a moment after looking at me but that may have been an apparition of my own lust. Kirk's presentation, like the rest of him, was very impressive. Bob had clearly taught him well. He easily and quickly answered any questions my fellow engineers lobbed his way. He was calm and poised, engaging and thoughtful. Let me tell you, it would be a huge challenge to make variable frequency drives an engaging topic, yet all the engineering and project managers in the room were locked in. The man had magnetism and charisma seeping out of his miniscule pores. Bob had certainly found himself a ringer to sell their equipment. And of course, I couldn't help but enjoy the view of his suit jacket tightening every time he gestured to something on screen. And that ass. In those slacks. And the way his thighs filled his pant legs. Yeah, this man was definitely a lifter of some sort. Holy moly did he have a big and tight ass. An ass that could only be built with heavy squats and deadlifts. When he turned to the side I swear I could've rested a cup of water his glute shelf. Forty-five minutes later Kirk flipped to a slide that simply read "Questions?" indicating he reached the end of his spiel. After a few more queries Bob stood up and once again thanked us for our time. Before leaving, Bob stopped me and started talking to me as the room began to empty out. He also stopped Janice, the project manager who was seated next to me. Coincidentally, Janice and I had teamed up on the last project in which we made a large purchase of Bob's equipment, so he offered to take us out to dinner that evening with him and Kirk. Normally, I had about six excuses ready to go to avoid just such an obligation. "Of course, Bob. I'd love too!" But I buried those excuses for the chance to spend some more time with Bob's beefy colleague. "Why sure, Bob, I would be happy to as well." Fuck off Janice. Don't you have kids to go home and take care of? Ok, that was mean, but I didn't want to share my time. "Great, how about 6:30pm at the Hotel del Plaza downtown?" Janice and I agreed and Bob and Kirk shook our hands. Oh yeah, I definitely felt those callouses on Kirk's hand. Not to mention the pure size of them. The guy had some thick hands! Farmer's hands, as my grandma would say. I escorted Bob and Kirk to the front door and returned to my desk, eager for the meal that night. - I quickly spotted the duo after walking into the large open atrium of the hotel. Even if I weren't specifically looking for them I would've noticed Kirk quickly anyways. Both were standing at the bar. Bob was drinking a beer while Kirk had a big glass of water with a lemon. Both greeted me and Janice walked in not five minutes later and together we headed for the nice restaurant connected to the hotel. We were seated around a large circular table, Kirk selected the chair to my right. Before sitting he removed his suit jacket and I was greeted to the sight of VERY large arms filling his long sleeve button down. Not to mention a full view of his wide chest pushing out the top of this shirt, creating an awning of mass over his trim waist. With the suit jacket off I was clear he also sported some heavy-weight pressing shoulders. I mentally compared the size of his arms to my own legs. Every new reveal of Kirk proved he was just as big, or bigger as I had hoped. The four of us chatted and talked business and when that slowed the topics turned to each other and other random topics. I learned that Kirk was single which made my blood boil with lustful hope. Kirk was just as warm and engaging as he was during his presentation, perhaps even more so now that he could focus that magnetic energy just to me and Janice. More than once I caught a lustful glaze in Janice's eyes when he addressed her. I wondered if she saw the same thing in mine when Kirk spoke to me. We ordered our food and it wasn't lost on me that Kirk ordered a 14oz steak along with a side of mashed potatoes and asparagus. To Bob's surprise, he also ordered a wheat beer from the restaurant's craft brew selection. "Someone is letting loose," Bob teased as he smacked Kirk's big round shoulder. "Even going with a beer tonight, Kirk?" "Always nice to try out the local flare when traveling for work," Kirk replied cheerfully. "Well you certainly ordered your share of the 'local flare'," I joked. "That's quite the steak you ordered." Bob added, "This guy eats like a horse. More than any guy I've ever seen." Kirk blushed and put his head down, attempting to divert Bob's teasing. He then fished out a small container from his pocket and popped two small white pills into his mouth. He caught me looking at this container and smiled. "Antacids. Like Bob said, it's a big steak." Bob added, "A big steak for a big man. Now Janice, I was hoping you could give me an update on the Thacker project we gave you some bids for last month..." I was slightly annoyed that Bob had changed the subject. I was much more interested in hearing how Kirk was a 'big man'. Fifteen minutes later I didn't hear about it. I saw it. Kirk practically devoured his steak. He finished before Janice, Bob or I had finished our own much smaller meals. It was endearing and sexy to watch him bite into the meat and watch his eyes roll back from the taste. "Wow, when they said this was the best steakhouse in town they weren't kidding. This is delicious. And perfectly cooked. Just the right amount of pink in the middle." I know I was eating slower than usual. I had to mentally force myself to not watch his biceps and delts flex under his shirt as he cut up his steak. I was able to make out a nice peak under the sleeve. Kirk didn't just have thick cylindrical arms, there was absolutely some good definition there too. From all the slicing and cutting it almost seemed like his arms and shoulders were getting a nice pump, stretching the fabric even tighter. Bob chuckled, "Ever since I told him about this place he's been looking forward to it all week." "And you weren't kidding about how great the steak is here, Bob." Kirk smiled to Janice and then directly to me. "I think I'm going to be making several trips to your office if I can eat here every time I come." YES PLEASE! Kirk sat back sighed with a satisfied and sated look on his face. I noticed a light sheen on his face. Kirk dabbed his napkin against his forehead. He noticed me looking and grinned. "Meat sweats." "Good thing you took those antacids," I replied as he chuckled. When the waiter came to take Kirk's plate he asked if we wanted a refill on our beers. Bob and I happily ordered another while Kirk now asked for another water. Janice requested a refill of her iced tea. At the end of the meal Bob happily took the check and paid. Janice was the first to gather her things and head out, saying she had to get back to her husband and kids. Good. We wished her good night leaving me and the vendors. "Well thank you for the meal Bob. Hopefully you don't have any work to do tonight in your room." "Well, unfortunately I do. Part of working on the road I guess. Just need to catch up on a few emails. Hopefully you don't though." "Actually I had already taken tomorrow off," I replied. "So I might head up the bar and have a couple more drinks before heading home." I turned to look at Kirk, my heart beating in my chest. "And you, Kirk?" "Actually I'm all caught up on my emails. So if you don't mind maybe I'll join you at the bar." YES PLEASE. "Absolutely. Have a great night, Bob." I practically shoved Bob away, jumping at the chance for some time alone with Kirk. Kirk grabbed his suit jacked and motioned to put it on. "If you don't mind, I'm just going to run up to my room real quick. Ugh!" Kirk groaned as he struggled to put the jacket on. It looked like he was have trouble slipping his arms into the sleeves. "Guess all that meat and potatoes bloated me a little. I'm just gonna drop this off and use the restroom and meet you back at the bar in 5 minutes, sound good?" "Sure thing, Kirk!" I watch Kirk saunter out of the restaurant, the seat of his pants drum tight over those glorious ass muscles. Having given up on slipping on the jacket, he carried it with a bent arm, an arm that was clearly stretching the sleeves tight. I couldn't wait until that arm and the man it was attached to returned. SCROLL DOWN FOR THE EXCITING FINISH 32 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Popular Post dredlifter Posted June 27, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted June 27, 2021 I had already ordered another beer, my fourth one now, when Kirk sauntered back into the bar. My breath caught slightly as he approached. Was it possible he got even hotter during his 5-minute absence? I immediately noted that he had now rolled up his collared shirt sleeves, although he couldn’t roll them up that far. I was treated to reveal of big, veiny, tanned forearms that resembled bowling pins. The shirt couldn’t be rolled up more than a couple of inches form the crook of his arm because his meaty forearms grew too big. The constriction only caused his veins to bulge out more. On his right wrist was a nice circular watch with a brown leather strap, which enhanced his masculinity. “Hey there, Ian.” Oh yeah, I suppose I should mention my name is Ian. Kirk pulled out the barstool next to me and took a seat. “What are you drinking, it any good?” “This one is a local IPA. It’s good. Not too hoppy like a lot of IPAs are.” “Sounds good. I can have one more drink tonight so I’ll give it a try.” Kirk ordered himself one and then he again pulled out the small tin of antacids. Taking two out he placed them on the bar and awaited his drink. “Just one more?” I asked. “You don’t look like you’d be much a of a lightweight,” I joked. The big man turned and smiled at me, a smoldering look from his dark handsome face. “I actually am a bit of a lightweight. I really don’t drink much. I was only supposed to have one tonight but it’s not good to let your guest drink alone.” “Oh and why is that? Is that why you are taking more of those pills.” “Yes and no. I rarely drink alcohol. I have a pretty strict diet that I follow. Hence the pills.” “I see, Kirk. Yeah, I try to watch what I eat too. Always hard to do when traveling.” “Yep. I allowed tonight to be my cheat meal for this week” Kirk’s beer was then placed at his hands, he lifted the beer to me. “Like I said I was only supposed to have one beer, so don’t tell my trainer. Cheers!” Now we were getting somewhere! We both took a drink. “A trainer? Like a personal trainer?” “More like a coach.” “Oh, so you compete in something?” Now, after three heavy beers I was becoming much more open and loose with my questions, and I believe it was serving me well. “Do you do like strongman or powerlifting. I can tell that you are a big dude. Kinda hard to miss it.” Kirk grinned and replied, “Thanks. I used to do powerlifting, not any more though.” Kirk then picked up the two pills, popped them in his mouth and washed them down with another sip from the frosty mug. “You must be pretty strong then.” Kirk laughed, “Oh geez, here is comes. Go on and ask.” I chuckled back, “So how much do you lift?” “BINGO!” He laughed and sat back and I watched as his chest puffed up against his buttoned shirt. Those poor, poor buttons pulled tight creating gaps between the left and right sides of his shirt between each button. “I’ve squatted 685, deadlifted 725…” My eyes went wide. I have a couple of gym buddies who have done some local powerlifting contests. From attending their meets I had a vague idea of what is good. And those numbers are good. Like national level competition good. I looked at him as he grinned back. “And your bench?” “585.” “Holy shit! Cheers man. I was happy when I finally benched 225 a couple of years ago.” “Hey man, 225 is a great bench. Very few men can do that. I can tell you look like lean, strong guy. A gym goer. So props, buddy.” “Well cheers to you too, Kirk!” We clinked our glasses and took another drink. I was ecstatic to receive a compliment from the super-strength stud. “So Kirk, those numbers you rattled off would be good for one of those 300-lb powerlifters. Can I ask how much you weigh?" “Well, I was a little bigger when I was doing powerlifting. Bigger but fatter. I hit those numbers at 265. Trying to slim down now though.” “Hence the pills?” He looked at me a little sheepishly. “Yeah. Truthfully they aren’t antacids. My coach sent them to me to take while on this trip. He said they are supposed to enhance digestion and how my body processes food, or something like that. He said they are good when traveling since my eating schedule is all out whack and such.” “So if you aren’t training for powerlifting or strongman, what’s it for?” Kirk hesitated before turning to look at me. It was kind of cute. I could tell he was little bit embarrassed, but there was no way my body lust was going to allow me to drop it. I knew what the answer was, but I still wanted the big stud to admit it. Sheepishly, he responded, “I’m doing a bodybuilding competition in 10 weeks.” BINGO!! My boner roared to life as he said those words. Those glorious words. Kirk wasn’t just a big, strong guy. He was a BODYBUILDER. Now the lack of a gut pushing against his shirt and those veiny, tanned forearms made sense. I sat there quietly, a bit too long making for an awkward silence. I wasn’t trying to embarrass him, mostly I was trying to contain my own glee. Kirk chuckled and turned back to his drink. “I know, I know man! It’s so vain and kinda goofy.” Finally I found my voice. “No man, not at all. I think that’s really cool!” “Really?” “Of course! While I’ve obviously never done anything like that, I know some who have. And even they were way smaller than you! I know how much work and dedication it takes to do that. Actually, now that I think about it, gimme that beer! No beer for you mister, it makes you fat!” I reached over to jokingly pull his drink away and Kirk let out a booming laugh, easing his discomfort. “No! Please don’t. This will be the last beer I get until after my comp.” “It sounds like I could blackmail you with this. Maybe I’ll tell your coach you had a SECOND beer.” “No, please don’t! I’ll give you a 15% discount on your next order from Bob and I,” he joked. “Perfect! And THAT’S how I do business.” I set my drink down, finishing and order one more. “I’m going to have one more, but you only get a water.” “Sounds good to me, Ian. So it sounds like you know a few things about lifting and bodybuilding. Ever done anything yourself?” I nearly choked on my drink. “Kirk, now you are really trying to butter me up for orders.” “No, man. I can tell you’re fit. I can spot another gym goer.” Kirk looked at me and winked, “I’m sure you noticed that about me too. It’s something ALL gym guys can spot. We have a trained eye for it.” “Well I’d be lying if I didn’t notice your traps and your neck. Those things area dead giveaway. Not to mention your forearms. Dude those things are HUGE!” Kirk smiled and twisted his wrist, making the long sinews and veins on his lower arms dance. “All that powerlifting really builds up the forearms, that’s where the grip strength comes from.” “Damn, that’s nuts. I bet your forearms are bigger than my upper arms. So you are cutting for bodybuilding, what’s the goal weight you are shooting for?” “I’ve gotta get down to 225 or under, that’s the cutoff for the heavyweight division. I’m at 245 right now.” Wow, Kirk’s muscles were obviously more dense than I thought. My original guess at his weight being under by 15 lbs, it made sense with his powerlifting background that he was even heavier and stronger than he looked. I shook my head, “That’s incredible. You are huge, if you don’t mind me saying. You’re a full 60 lbs heavier than me and you’re obviously leaner than me too.” By now I was fully buzzed from the alcohol and my filter was wearing down. I could only hope that I wouldn’t say anything too stupid. Or too revealing. “Kirk, buddy, I’ll admit I’m jealous. It’s gotta be awesome, being that big and strong. I bet you have women lining up to be with you. Or are you already settled down with some lucky lady?” Kirk laughed before turning to me. It seemed like his chest was puffed out from my praise, a good sign that he was ok with my compliments. “Naw, I’m single. I do ok romantically, but it’s harder than you’d think. A lot of people love what they see at first but quickly get turned off by the lifestyle it takes to be a bodybuilder.” It wasn't lost of me that he said 'people'. “That sucks man. To me that dedication is something I would be…erm…that I think OTHER people would be attracted too. That willpower you have. That mental fortitude and loyalty it takes. I know that most actual bodybuilders are very intelligent. I mean you have to have an extensive knowledge of the human body and it’s musculoskeletal system, of nutrition, of training methods. It impresses the hell out of me.” As I took another sip of my drink Kirk looked at me with a powerful stare. He sucked in a deep breath, filling his big chest with air. His shirt pulled extremely tight over his chest. Maybe it was just my lustful buzz, but his entire shirt seemed tighter all over. It was like my praise was pumping him up with pride. While I was mid-drink, which my mug partially obscuring my vision, suddenly he twitched and turned back to his water, facing forward. As I drank I saw his hands reach up to his chest. I set my drink down and returned to facing him. I then noticed he had undone the next button of his shirt. But as I looked closer, I noticed that the it wasn’t just undone. The button was actually missing. My glassy eyes took in the sight of bit more exposed flesh under his neck. The first thing I noticed was a definite line of separation between his neck and traps, and the upper portion of his pecs. A line created by his clearly overdeveloped pec shelf. Oh yeah, no wonder this guy could bench so much. There was also the beginning of a deepening crevice between his right and left chestal wonders. I wanted to rip open his shirt to see just how deep the trench grew. Kirk grabbed a drink napkin and again dabbed his forehead which again had a light sheen to it. “Meat sweats again?” “Either that or hot flashes,” he joked. “That second beer really hit me.” “So will this be your first bodybuilding show?” “Actually this will be my fourth.” Kirk stood up off the barstool on one leg and moved to grab his phone out of his pocket. I enjoyed watching the mass of his arms and struggle to pull the device out of his stretched pants. “Damnit. These pockets are tight.” “Haha. Bodybuilder problems, I suppose. Tight clothes.” He smiled, “There is some truth to that.” With a grunt he pulled the phone out. I swear I heard a cloth tearing sound. I hoped he hadn’t ripped his pocket using his brute strength He fiddled with his phone and pulled up a picture. HOLY FUCK! It was a picture of him onstage, fully pumped and shredded in black posing trunks. He looked HOT. I shifted my body and attempted to adjust my growing cock under the lip of the bar. “This was my last comp. Two years ago. I competed a weight class down from where I want to this time. I was 196 in this picture. Wayyyy to small.” I snorted, “Small?! Kirk, you look HUGE there! Wow, that is amazing. It’s always amazing just how ripped you guys have to get. So how’d you do?” Kirk smirked confidently at me. “I won. Actually I’ve won every show I’ve done.” Cocky bastard. But I liked it. So I tried to throw him off track. “WE’VE GOT A CHAMPION HERE!” I spoke just a little too loudly to draw attention to us. Kirk laughed and put his head down, my embarrassing-tactic throwing him for a loop which he took in amused stride. “Fucker,” he growled under his breath. He looked back at me, his face flush red. He again moved to dab his forehead with another napkin. As he did I also noticed the small part of his exposed upper chest was red too. And also seemed to be moist with sweat. As he dabbed and fanned himself I noticed a growing dampness under his armpit. Poor guy, I thought. Big guys, especially muscular guys, tend to sweat a lot. Even I sweat a lot, and I’m nowhere near his size. I then noticed he was having trouble reaching his forehead with his bent arms. He extended one arm and shook it out, as if he were relieving a cramp. I silently gasped as the MEAT of his arms swayed violently even inside the sleeve. He reached toward himself again and we both heard it. The fraying of threads. We both looked down to his left arm. As he bent his arm the fabric had torn across his his upper forearms. The rolled up sleeves could no longer take the pressure. Kirk looked down, surprised. “What the?!” As he was examining the tears he juggled his phone and dropped it to the floor. He hopped off his stool and bent down to pick it back up. *rrrrrIIIIIIPPPPPPPP* More sounds of tearing fabric pierced our stunned silence. Kirk quickly stood up, looking redder than ever with embarrassment. He gazed around with a panicked look. Thankfully with it being a weekend the bar wasn’t busy and no-one was close enough to hear what had happened. Standing there we both examined his legs. There were symmetric 5-inch tears over both of his quads. Under the upper half of the tear was a grey fabic that must’ve been his underwear. The lower half was bare, tanned quad muscle. I suppressed a groan as I could even make out crisscrossing veins on the bare skin. “FUCK.” Kirk growled in annoyance. I was simultaneously stunned and massively turned on. My own cock snaked itself down my right leg as I sat there. Kirk turned around I busted out laughing. He spun back around to face me upon hearing my outburst. “What now?!?” “Kirk…” I spoke again between laughs. The laughing was my coping mechanism to hide how horny I was. This big muscle man was literally ripping out of his clothes in front of me! “I’m sorry. But the ass of your slacks has completely split too! HAHA. I’m sorry man, I shouldn’t laugh.” Kirk looked at me mortified. I attempted to ease him, “Hey man, wear it as a badge of honor. You’ve grown so big that your muscles are tearing your clothes. You’re literally hulking out!”. Kirk relaxed slightly but still looked nervous. “I mean, yeah that’s cool but something is…wrong. These clothes were not this tight…eerrrraaaaaGGGHGHHHH.” He then closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. He made fists with both hands and his forearms exploded with even more veins. He squared his shoulders making him look even bigger and wider. I could see the lats flare out at his sides. The damp spot under his armpits had grown even bigger by now. The next button of his shirt popped off as he swelled his chest! His shirt was now open far enough to reveal the A-shirt underneath…as well as more of that sexy pec cleavage. I watched in awe and arousal…and then realized what he was doing. He was fucking with me now. I smiled back at him. “Ok man, I get it. Nice ‘HULK’ move there. You really did remind me Hulk for a second with that flex. Good joke!” Kirk looked at me confused. “What? I wasn’t…” He then looked down and examined himself. “Oh shit. This isn’t good. I can’t walk back to my room like this.” I calmed myself down at saw Kirk looking around. Something was wrong. He was sweating almost profusely now. As he twisted and checked himself out, the existing tears only grew more. He reached back and felt the tear over his ass and looked mortified, realizing the tear was indeed, massive. The light grey briefs underneath clearly on show. He huffed in anger and humiliation. “Ian, can I ask a favor? I can’t walk back to my room like this. Will you walk behind me to hide the giant rip on my ass?” It was an opportunity I wouldn’t have passed up for a million dollars. The chance to closely follow a bodybuilder as he saunters along? Yes please! “Um, yeah. Sure man. Is everything alright?” While I paid Kirk stood with his back to the bar to hide his exposed ass. “Yeah I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know if I’m allergic to something. Why I’m swelling up like this.” By now I was a little nervous too. Sure the hulking out was hot, but not if it was allergic swelling. “Sure Kirk. Ok let’s go. I’ll hide you as much as I can. Though you’re a lot bigger than me,” I joked trying to lighten the mood. I followed Kirk to his room, watching his globular ass undulate. I noticed he was swinging his legs out and around each other as he walked, his leg muscles so big they fought for space. I wondered to myself if those rubbing muscles ever caused chafing. Whenever someone would walk by us Kirk would do his best to turn away from them and made sure I was closely by behind. He didn’t know that I would’ve happily wrapped my arms around him as we walked, if I could. We reached his door and he swiped his card and entered. He immediately went in to the bathroom and shut the door. I wasn't sure if I should leave but I decided to stay. “Hey Ian,” he asked through the door. “Would you mind hanging out for a few minutes. Just to make sure I’m not having an actual reaction or something?” “Of course. I was gonna suggest that myself. How are you feeling?” “Umm…actually I feel good. Like really good. Grrr. Ugh!” I could hear Kirk grunting on the other side. A minute later the door opened and Kirk walked out and I caught my breath. He had removed his oxford shirt and was now left in just his undershirt. A white wifebeater if you in the USA, a vest if you’re British. And his exposed arms and delts were MASSIVE. “Woah… You weren’t kidding about being a bodybuilder,” I said as I gawked. Kirk’s chest was so wide that his left nipple was outside of the tank. His biceps had a pencil-thick cephalic vein running down them even whilst handing there unflexed. His shoulders bulged out sideways over the lump of his biceps and triceps. His lower pecs pressed the fabric out and over his abs. This guy was 10 weeks out?? He was so much more lean and dense than I had thought. I sucked in drool that threatened to fall from my mouth from ogling the ‘strap gap’, the space under his tank straps created by the straps being hung between his massive traps to his bounteous upper pecs, like a miniature suspension bridge. What was odd was that Kirk looked just as surprised as I did. My dick raged in my pants, taking in the round yet firm muscles enveloping his upper body. We stood in silence, watching each other for an uncomfortably long time, neither of us saying anything. Finally I noticed Kirk's eyes travel down my own torso, and finally locking onto the crotch of my pants. His eyes widened but otherwise he made no expression. Shit! He totally caught me and my reaction. I now panicked, worried that this macho guy might actually be offended. “UM… Excuse me, Kirk. I gotta piss.” I stepped my around him and shut myself in the bathroom. I tried to will my erection to go down but there was just so much MAN out in the room. I wanted to lick my tongue along him arm vein. I wanted to motorboat those massive chest pillows. I wanted him to hug me tight with those THICK warms while I chewed on his traps and sucked his bucket-sized neck. I wanted to shove my tongue so far down his handsome mouth. I wasn’t helping myself calm down. I splashed cold water on my face and collected my wits. There was no way with that hot stud out there that my dick was gonna go down, so I angled it upward and trapped it along my belly with my belt and hoped my shirt would hide it. I opened the door and nearly came on the spot. Kirk was standing in front of the full body mirror, shirtless. His face was emotionless as he held up a titanic double biceps flex, staring at himself. I gasped as my eyes traced up from the hole in his pants, up his anaconda-thick erector muscles, obviously built from years of deadlifting many hundred of pounds. Above them and on each side his lat muscles exploded outward like the winds of a condor. He had high lat insertions which only emphasized the difference between his widening lats and his relatively tiny waist. The masses and bulges of his upper back surged and fought for space on his skeleton. With his arms flexed, his shoulders and biceps surged upwards to equal heights, each massively developed. While conversely, his triceps bulged downwards and also fought for space against his lats. I thought for a moment how I could approach this. I could feel a wetness against my lower belly as my dick instinctively gurgled up an offering to this muscle deity. Kirk pumped his arms and we both watched as they swelled and pulled the skin tight. He turned and did a side-chest pose. He then raised both arms exposing deep cavernous pits with a perfect dusting of hair and did an abs-and-thighs pose. He crabbed forward into a most-muscular. I know bodybuilders are vain, they have to be. Kirk had to know I was standing right there watching him, but he didn’t seem to care. I continued to watch the muscle show as my dick was now harder than it was ever been. I decided that my best path forward was to try to point out the absurdity of the situation. “Oh yeah? You think you’re big, bodybuilder boy? Check this out! Heh heh.” With Kirk now back in a double biceps pose, I stepped in front of him and did my own mocking pose. But Kirk didn’t laugh. If anything he simply kept staring forward into the mirror, as if I were transparent. “I’m bigger.” He simply said. I chuckled, “Well yeah man, I’d say that’s the understatement of the year. You’re way bigger than me. Like two of me. Shit, I had no idea you were hiding a body like that under those clothes.” “No, Ian. You don’t get it. I’m bigger. Than I was. Before dinner.” “What? What do you mean.” “I’m fucking BIGGER, Ian! My muscles are bigger. And I’m leaner. Look at my abs!” Kirk then suddenly grabbed my hand and planted it on his abs. Holy fuck! He then tensed his abs and I felt the warm, skin-colored bricks form under my hand. “Um…Kirk, what are you doing??” “Ian, this morning I had a belly. Not a big one, but not a fucking eight-pack like I have now! I was 13% bodyfat yesterday when I left home. I’m well under 10% now! What the fuck.” I pulled my hand back and stared at him in shock. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” “Yeah… somehow…I grew. My muscles are fucking growing. I’m getting BIGGERRrrrrr Grrraahhhhhhhhh!!” Kirk again clenched his mouth tight and bared his teeth, just like he did down at the bar. I watched as veins erupted over his entire torso, a freaky musclehead network of power. His entire body tensed and he groaned…. He grew. It was barely perceptible, but as attuned as I was to his body, I could see it. He pulsed larger. It was like he was flexing and relaxing, only I wouldn’t call it relaxing. He would FLEX bigger and then take a breath, seemingly relaxing, only he wasn’t losing his size post-flex. And then he would FLEX again slightly BIGGER the next time. “Oh fuck yeaahhhhhhhhhh,” Kirk moaned in powerful pleasure. Just then the tears in his pants extended further and further down his leg. Kirk reached down and tore off the remains of his pants leaving him clad in straining grey briefs. There was so much muscle in front of me I didn’t know where to look. His quad sweeps pulsed outward, growing thicker and wider. His legs were literally growing into each other below his groin, each one jockeying to exist comfortably. His calves were spectacularly large and I wondered if he had been overweight as a kid, they were just as developed as his biceps. I could smell his masculine sweat wash over me. It felt like being in a warm sauna of MuscleKirk essence. It was too much for me… I started to shake and tremble as Kirk flexed his now bigger body. My eyes rolled back when I felt two pythons wrap around my torso. I was pulled into his warm sweaty mass. Kirk pushed my head against his right pec as I spasmed, releasing my seed all over my lower belly and leaving a large wet spot on my shirt just above my beltline. Kirk's voice felt even lower as he pressed me into his manflesh, as if he was trying to meld me into his body to make bigger. “Therrrre you go Ian. Let it out, buddy. Feel my power. I know you want me. Blow for me little guy.” With Kirk squeezing me in his vice, my hands fought to move to feel what they could. I squeezed his lats, his shoulders, his arms. All I wanted in that moment was to make contact with as much glorious muscle as I could. I had never cummed so hard or so long in my life. It felt like there had a 1/2 cup of jizz on my belly as I completely emptied my nuts. Suddenly my face was pulled away from his pecs. Kirk’s big hand turned my head upwards and his handsome face rushed toward me. Kirk's big maw opened up as his tongue invaded my mouth. Even his tongue felt of muscular power! After a few seconds of kissing Kirk let go and I almost slumped to the ground, before Kirk reached down and held me up. “Woah woah, easy there.” “Easy there?” I said between gasping breaths. “Kirk, I just watched you fucking GROW.” “Yeah, I watched you blow a fat load to these huge muscles,” he teased. He then reached down and pulled up my shirt. He scooped up a glob from my belly and brought it to his mouth, sucking it in. “Mmmm. You taste good. That protein will probably make me growWWWWWW.” Kirk clenched again into a massive FLEX. I reached out and stroked the now hard cock straining his briefs as he shuddered. This time he only clenched and relaxed twice, perhaps ‘only’ adding a pound or two of muscle. “FUCK! That feels so good. I don’t know what’s causing it but it sure feels good.” Kirk looked down at me rubbing his dick. He once again had a look of shock. “No way. That’s impossible.” “What’s impossible? Dude you just fucking grew before our eyes, I think we past the realm of possible.” “It grew too. My cock.” “This big dick?” I said as I fell forward and sucked on the thick tube through his briefs. My saliva mixed with his sweat to completely dampen his briefs making the fat dick more and more visible. “Ok enough of this barrier.” I yanked his briefs down and a perfect muscle cock sprang forward. Long and thick and perfectly cylindrical. It was perhaps a half an inch longer than mine, but he had a significant advantage in diameter. “My dick wasn’t always that big. I mean, I wasn’t small. But not THIS big. And my nuts! They feel so heavy and full. UGhhhhhhh.” Kirk groaned as I opened wide and sucked him as far as I could. Normally I can go pretty deep, but he was so thick there was no way all of that was going down on the first try. I looked up and over Kirks heaving pecs as I sucked him. His chest so big that his nipples stared back straight down back at me. My own dick again now painfully hard and my balls aching with nothing to blow. A couple minutes later Kirk now blew a massive load that overflowed my cheeks. As I watched him blow he tensed up again and I swear I felt his dick engorge just slightly deeper into my throat and fatten thicker against my throat walls, forcing me back. “Of fuck Ian, that felt so good.” Kirk bent down and easily lifted me up. He walked us to the bed where he pushed me down onto it and fell on top of me, smothering me with his hulking, ripped, sweaty mass. I sank into the bed as we made out in masculine ecstasy. I was in heaven. “Wow. Kirk. Ok that was hot but what happened? You look fucking massive.” “No idea. But yeah, I'm definitely a lot bigger than I was. I’d guess I’m like 260 lbs? And I’m way leaner.” He tensed his abs again as I groped them. “I was gonna guess 270.” I felt and squeezed his various muscles, feeling their unflexed heft. That is, until Kirk forced flexed them to stone. “I just feel so…heavy. Heavy yet strong. I must gained like 25 lbs of muscle since dinner. Maybe more since I obviously lost fat too. What could it… …the pills!” I paused. “Your antacids?” “They aren’t antacids. My coach said they would help my digestive system. They did come in an umarked white pill bottle, but to be honest, bodybuilding stuff is often like that anyways. I wonder if those pills supercharged my digestive system, like at an impossible level. Like anything I ate simply turned to muscle and I grew.” “I suppose that could be. Even when you swallowed my cum you pulsed bigger. Fuck this is like a fantasy come true.” "It really is like a fantasy. It's not just my fantasy to grow, but to grow with another sexy muscle lover like you." Kirk kissed me again and then stood up pulling me me up with him. As he sauntered to his bag I whistled at his stupendous ass muscles. Each cheek muscle flexed into concave glory as he stepped. There was a mighty deep crease between where his glutes hung over and connected with hamstrings as thick as punching bag. Kirk grinned at me from over his shoulder and wiggled that tight, tight ass playfully. He pulled a tape measure out of his briefcase. I couldn’t help but laugh, “Really, you keep a measuring tape with you?” “Shut up, I’m a competition bodybuilder.” “Especially now. My god you are spectacular.” “Thanks.” Kirk bounced his pecs as he walked toward me and handed me the tape. “My arms were 19.5 inches yesterday. Let’s see how much they are now.” Kirk flexed but before completing my task I flung my face into the muscle. I proceeded to have my own separate make out session with the warm, rock hard orbs, covering his tan skin in my saliva. I breathed deep the musk from the adjacent armpit smelling his strength as well as tasting it. “Sorry, had to taste first.” Kirk chuckled as I wrapped the tape. “Just a smidge over 21 inches!” “OH FUCK YEAH! Forget the heavyweight class. I'm bonefide SUPERheavyweight now! I'm so fucking BIG." Kirk growled and flexed harder. I kissed his biceps again before I felt his big hand grab the back of my head. He held me back for a few teasing seconds, looking me deep into the eyes before again ravaging my face with a kiss. He pulled back so that we were no longer kissing but our noses were still touching. He spoke huskily under his breath, “Guess what, I have a lot more pills, Ian." He reached over to the desk and opened the unmarked white bottle. he reached up and plopped two more pills into his mouth. He then wrapped those big mighty, 21-inch arms around me again, only this time reaching down with one big hand under each of my butt cheeks. He easily lifted me off the ground and I instinctively wrapped my legs around my enormously pumped bodybuilding lover. I opened my mouth and connected it with his own sweet lips. As we made out I felt his powerful tongue invade my mouth… And as he did I felt two small hard pebbles get pushed into my mouth. Kirk kissed the growth pills into my mouth. He released the kiss and opened his eyes to watch me with a smoldering look. He nodded and watched my Adam's apple bob as I swallowed the magical nutrients. “Mmmm, there you go Ian. Let’s pack some more mass onto your tight body as well. I want to you be sturdy enough to handle all this MASS. I have a feeling we’re going to have a very fun night.” 39 3 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JakeLandry Posted June 28, 2021 Share Posted June 28, 2021 excellent job! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mworshipper Posted June 28, 2021 Share Posted June 28, 2021 As usual, your muscle descriptions are the best ! This scene (bber @ hotel room with an admirer) is something I have in mind all the time ! Really enjoyed your story … you are such a great writer ….. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bear Posted June 29, 2021 Share Posted June 29, 2021 Loved this! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DennisFLL Posted June 29, 2021 Share Posted June 29, 2021 As I had said in my previous post, I think Dredlifter's writing is excellent, especially enjoying his timing and detail. To me, it is especially sexy when a regular-sized man (even better a slender man) meets a very muscular handsome man, and in this case a competitive bodybuilder(!), and they hit it off. Again, this is just my taste speaking, but I don't get the infusion into the story, when it's proceeding so smoothly and realistically, of the supernatural - the taking of non-existent pills or potions. Ian meets a beautifully muscular handsome man who gets his juices flowing. Then, when Kirk takes his clothes off, the overwhelming sexual charge for Ian is when the bodybuilder now reveals the size of his totally ripped-to-shreds, competition-ready, very-low-bodyfat and striated-filled sensuous physique? Don't everyone hate me for this! I love Dredlifter's writing, but, if I had the skills to be able to write a wonderful story like this myself, I would just tweak that one thing. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mdlftr Posted June 29, 2021 Share Posted June 29, 2021 I'll buy whatever he's selling! Also, I may need to see a few more presentations! The pills add an extra tweak to the story since the narrator will now be growing! ROWRLL! Great read! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dredlifter Posted June 30, 2021 Author Share Posted June 30, 2021 18 hours ago, DennisFLL said: Again, this is just my taste speaking, but I don't get the infusion into the story, when it's proceeding so smoothly and realistically, of the supernatural - the taking of non-existent pills or potions. Just mixing things up. Some of my stories have massive unrealistic growth. Some have slow, realistic growth over time. Some have crazy McGuffins, some don't. 6 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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