Popular Post NickMuscleFan Posted January 18, 2023 Popular Post Share Posted January 18, 2023 It wasn’t long after I moved to my new place that I started going to the nearby Greek diner for lunch. I’d always liked diner food, and this one turned out to be pretty good. Their Greek salad was always fresh, and you could add salmon or shrimp, which I usually did for the extra protein. The owner of the place was a short stocky Greek guy, probably in his mid fifties. Not real friendly, but not unfriendly either. At first, when I would go to the register to pay, I’d barely get a grunt out of him, but after awhile, when I became a fairly regular customer, he would tell me to have a good day on my way out. One day when I went there, the owner wasn’t around. Instead, there was what looked like a younger version of him, doing his job. A younger, stockier, brawnier version of him. I couldn’t not check out his backside as he walked back and forth past my booth. Unlike the crumpled white dress shirt that the older guy wore, he wore a tight fitting knit polo and jeans that fit his glutes like a second skin. He was built like a pit bull, and he moved like one, too. When I went up to pay the bill, he said, “How was your salad?” He had the most startling blue eyes I’d ever seen, blue like the deep part of a glacial wall, and as he looked at me with them, I had to remember to breathe. His hair was buzz cut, and the same chestnut color of the chest hair that curled up out of the top of his shirt. His brow was glistening with sweat. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. “Are you one of the owners?” I managed to stammer out. “No. My dad owns the place. He went to Greece for the month, so I’m taking over till he gets back.” “Well, then, I’ll be seeing you around.” “Good,” he said, and then he reached over the counter to shake. His forearm was thick and hairy. We shook, and I felt the power in his meaty hand, and his beefy chest rolled inside his tight polo. “I’m Dino,” he said. “I’m Tom,” I said. I went out to my car and sat for awhile, composing myself, which wasn’t easy. I pictured myself eating my next Greek salad off of his burly naked torso as he laid prone on top of the table. I had to go before I started touching myself right in the parking lot. I drove to the nearest grocery store, and bought a big bottle of Greek olive oil. I went home and doused myself with it. I imagined what Dino must smell like when he got home from a day at the diner, his polo shirt reeking of grease and his musky sweat. It didn’t take long before I pumped out a big load of tzatziki sauce. I knew that my next order at the diner was going to be a couple of gyros. 29 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted January 18, 2023 Share Posted January 18, 2023 Great start, keep going! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mdlftr Posted January 18, 2023 Share Posted January 18, 2023 Opa! What IS it about Greek guys and muscles? Is it all those classical statutes of naked Herakles? Here's to a month of Tom enjoying some gyros! Maybe he and Gino could work out together in the local gym? 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post NickMuscleFan Posted January 20, 2023 Author Popular Post Share Posted January 20, 2023 I joined the local gym soon after I’d moved into the neighborhood. The gym leaned towards hardcore lifters, but it had a good mix of people because it had three floors, the first floor being mostly free weights, the second floor being mostly machines and cardio equipment, and the third floor used for classes like yoga, Pilates, and aerobics. The first floor could be a little intimidating, especially for a new lifter, because of all the big guys who worked out there. A lot of cops and firemen came in, most of them looking like they were on some heavy gear, along with blue collar types who looked the same way. The two owners were also lifeguards, so there was no lack of their buddies coming in, all tanned and buffed up. I considered myself mid-tier in terms of build, with about fifty percent of the other lifters being less muscular than me, and fifty percent being more so. (My friends told me I underestimated how built I was, but none of them were muscle fetishists like me, so I discounted their opinions.) The top ten percenters were unbelievable; I’d have paid good money for 15 minutes with some of them. One day, just as I had started my workout, I looked up and saw Dino walking in. No surprise that he lifted here. When he saw me, he came over to me. “Hey, I didn’t know you worked out here,” he said. “I just joined up,” I answered. “Cool. I’ve been coming here since I started wrestling in high school, when I was like thirteen.” That explained his cauliflowered ears, the ones I wanted to gnaw on to feel how grisly the cartilage was. “I was outlifting my coaches by the time I was fifteen,” he said, matter of factly. No wonder he gave off such a studly vibe. That, and the gray sweatpants he had on that did not appear to have any underwear inside them. His Greek junk packed the crotch full. “I haven’t been working out as much lately, but when my dad gets back, I’m starting at the police academy, so I figured I should get back into it before I go.” The dude didn’t look like he’d missed a workout in years. “Anyway, have a good workout, I’ll see you around,” he said, and walked away. I watched his thick glutes roll as he sauntered away, and noticed that, even with a heavy sweatshirt on, I could see his back muscles showing through. About an hour later, I’d finished my workout, and went to the locker room. There was Dino. He was trying to pull his sweatshirt off, but was having some trouble. “Hey, man, give me a hand, will ya? I got such a pump doing back, I can’t quite…” “Okay, sure,” I said. “Bend over.” He bent over and stretched his arms in front of himself. I reached around him and grabbed the waistband of his sweatshirt and pulled it towards me. As I tugged it up and over his thick torso, it turned inside out. I had to tug and tug to get the sleeves past his biceps. As it popped off over his hands, I stumbled back and landed on my ass on the locker room bench behind me. The inside of the sweatshirt was soaked with his sweat. I wanted to bury my face in it, but forced myself to look up. Dino’s upper body was bulked and pumped full. He flexed in the locker room mirror, and his lats spread out, thick and wide. “Dude,” I said, “have you ever seen how big your back is?” “Nah, man, but I can see my lats jutting out from the front.” He flared his back out even more. “Here, let me take a picture of your back span.” I pulled out my phone and got behind him. He rolled his shoulders and flexed harder. The mounds of muscle on his back was covered with a peach fuzz of his body hair. It made my dick jump. I took a bunch of shots of him, then showed him one. “Ah, yeah man. Thanks. I can’t wait to get more.” “How big you want?” “At least another 40.” At his height of about 5’6”, another 40lbs, and he’d be giving Nick Walker a run for his money. The thought gave me goosebumps. He flexed into a double bi. “God, I can’t wait to be a cop,” he said as his biceps bunched up, softball-sized. He turned to face me. “Hit me,” he said. “What?” “Come on, punch my gut. You look pretty scrappy. I want to see if I can take a solid hit.” When he saw the hesitation on my face, he said, “Come on, don’t be a pussy.” His abs were definitely not shredded, but as he tightened them, I could see ridges hidden under his bulk and hair. So I hit him. He let out a grunt, but he didn’t budge. I hit him again, harder. Then again. “Aw fuck yeah,” he said. “You’re pretty strong, bro. I almost felt those,” he said with a smirk. “Now it’s my turn,” and he clenched his beefy fist. “Dude, no fucking way,” I said, backing up. He laughed, then turned and punched one of the locker. The steel door dented in like aluminum foil. “Yeah, maybe I better not hit you back,” he said, rubbing his knuckles in self-admiration. Then he bent over and pulled a tank top out of his gym bag. As he put it on, he said, “Time to do arms.” I looked at how pumped up his arms already were. “You haven’t done arms yet?” They were already bloated like hard balloons. “Nah. Just finished back, and wanted to see how my pump was kicking in.” “I’d say pretty hard,” I told him. He laughed. “Yep.” I admired how wide his shoulders looked in his stringer. “And by the time I finish doing arms, they’ll be one to two inches more swole.” He popped his hairy pecs as he moved back into the gym. “You can have that sweatshirt if you want. It’s too tight on me now.” How to say ‘you’re small’ without saying ‘you’re small’. After he left, I picked up his sweatshirt. I made sure no one was around, then I put it to my face and inhaled deeply. Pure ambrosia. Afterwards, I had to wait a few minutes for my hard-on to go down before heading out to my car. That night, I used the sweatshirt as my pillow cover. I had lucid dreams of Dino, dressed as a shirtless cop, patrolling the streets with his big nightstick and massive bulk. In the morning, I had to change my sheets. 34 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DawnFire98 Posted January 20, 2023 Share Posted January 20, 2023 You got me hooked with this chapter, @NickMuscleFan. Can't wait to see more of Dino. 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DennisFLL Posted January 21, 2023 Share Posted January 21, 2023 Story getting even better with chapter 2 , @NickMuscleFan, with a muscle-admirer admiring a Greek God! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted January 21, 2023 Share Posted January 21, 2023 This is going great. Dino sure is a force and he wants to be more. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
spacevlad Posted January 21, 2023 Share Posted January 21, 2023 This is great so far, it reads like a bbmikenj story in the best kind of way! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mdlftr Posted January 21, 2023 Share Posted January 21, 2023 NIce going! Hitting a lot of buttons here: Short (5'6") and muscular Greek dark good looks cocky/self confidence Jock - wrestler evolving into a lifter/builder Career choice - wanna be cop /authority figure Ambitious for 40 pounds (!) MORE muscle! Teasing/tantalizing the narrator with the remarks and the gift of the sweaty, post-workout sweatshirt! OH YEAH, all the button! Can't wait to see where this goes! 3 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FallenAway Posted January 23, 2023 Share Posted January 23, 2023 Crikey! Suddenly I'm craving Greek food. 1 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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