Musclegawd4u Posted March 30, 2023 Share Posted March 30, 2023 Please more of this. Hope he drives Lois crazy with more muscle. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
man4bigmuscle Posted March 30, 2023 Share Posted March 30, 2023 Love it! Developing his alpha right along with his hot bod! I hope Lois is just a stepping stone to a growing awareness of "other" needs and desires... 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
spacevlad Posted March 30, 2023 Share Posted March 30, 2023 Awesome story so far, classic BBMikeNJ stuff. Very excited for more! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post bbmikenj Posted April 2, 2023 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 2, 2023 Fred continued to workout and grow. When he hit 285lbs, he felt like he was ready to join a real gym. He went to a local hardcore place that he had driven by for years. When he went up to the front counter, the young guy working behind it was on his phone, and barely looked up. When Fred told him he wanted to join, the guy slid him a clipboard with a membership form. Then he turned away, still talking. Fred filled out the form and waited patiently for the guy to come back. When he did, Fred noticed his name tag, which said Kent. He was good looking in the way most 20-something jocks are. Sturdy and over confident. He slid the clipboard across the counter and looked it over absently. He stopped when he saw Fred’s age. “Dude. Did you check with your doctor before coming here?” Then he looked up. Fred had gotten an oversized sweatshirt from a Big and Tall store, but it was still hard to miss that he was a large man. Still, Kent said, “You sure you can handle a gym like this?” Fred had a good six inches on him, and smiled down at him. Only his face hinted at his advanced age. “I tell you what, junior. Let’s arm wrestle for my first month membership fee.” Kent smirked. “Yeah? What do I get when I win, old timer?” “I won’t steal your girlfriend from you,” said Fred. Then he pulled off his sweatshirt. Underneath, he had on his sleeveless compression shirt. Sweat stains outlined his pec plates and abs. “Jesus,” said Kent. “No, but close,” said Fred. He put his elbow onto the counter, and flexed his hand into a fist a few times. His veiny, Popeye-sized forearm writhed with muscle. Some gym members were now looking their way. “You game, boy?” asked Fred. He had a good 60lbs on the younger man. Kent looked around and saw people watching expectantly. He put his elbow on the counter hesitantly. They locked hands. Kent’s hand looked like a miniature version of Fred’s. So did his arm. He gulped as he felt the strength of older man’s grip. “Go,” ordered Fred. And Kent went. He pushed as hard as he could, but he wasn’t budging Fred’s arm. After about 15 seconds, Fred said, “Tell me when you want to start.” Kent got a panicked look on his face and strained harder. Suddenly, Fred’s arm started to go down. Kent got his cocky jock look back on his face. He lowered Fred’s arm more. “Ahh yeah,” crowed Kent, his face red with exertion. He had Fred’s hand an inch from the countertop when his progress stopped. Fred’s biceps muscle balled up like a gnarly boulder, and he began to push Kent’s hand upward. Kent struggled and squirmed, trying to stop the progression. He leaned his shoulder into it, fruitlessly. The old man had him, and everyone watching knew it. Fred didn’t draw out the inevitable. He slammed Kent’s hand down with a thump. Before they broke off, Fred shook the younger man’s hand. “Double or nothing?” he asked. There was a vein the size of a garter snake running down his swole upper arm. It branched off down thru his forearm. “Jesus, no,” groaned Kent, rubbing his defeated arm as he turned and sulked away. Fred had to chuckle. He walked farther into the gym and looked around.. He assumed that Kent was supposed to show him around, but that seemed unlikely to happen. Fred saw the other lifters looking at him with a mix of emotions, like awe and reverence, and curiosity. They moved out of the way for him. He had the feeling that there was a new, alpha male at the gym, and it was him. He figured out his way around the weight room quickly. As he got into workout mode, he gave off a vibe that said ‘don’t bother me’. No one did, but he could tell they wanted to. He could also tell that joining the gym was a good move. His body was responding to the weights at a whole different level than his home workouts. He felt tighter and fuller, and looked it, too. He was also hornier. No wonder bodybuilders swagger, he thought to himself as he walked out to his car two hours later. It was almost impossible not to. When he got home, and got out of his car, Lois came out of her house. Had she been watching for him? No fucking doubt, he figured. “Hi, Fred,” she said, waving, all super friendly and dolled up. “Would you like to come over for a cocktail?” Five years she had lived next to him, and never once an invite for drinks. But what the hell. This could be interesting. Inside her house, he had two shots of tequila while she had some wine. The more wine she had, the more she talked. Fred stopped her and said, “I’m not good at small talk.” “What are you good at then?” she asked nervously. “I’m good at fucking. I love to fuck.” He stood up and slowly pulled off his sweatshirt. He’d left his sweaty workout shirt in his car, so his upper body was now bare. He was huge, especially next to her. He stepped out of his shorts. He had the body of an advanced heavyweight bodybuilder, and he was insanely pumped up. He was vastly more developed than anyone she’d ever seen. “Oh my god. Yes, please.” she exclaimed. “Sure you can handle it?” He flexed his massive chest, and adjusted himself in his briefs. “Please let me. Please let me try.” For the next hour, he had his way with her, using every orifice to satisfy his needs. He used her as his cardio session. He had to remember to hold back from going full bore on her, and even so she passed out a couple of times, but begged for more every time she came to. She was a mortal, submitting to her god. He rode her like she was an amusement park ride, rolling her around her bed in every possible position. He couldn’t believe how long he was able to hold out. Then, when he had her straddled sideways across the bed, he caught his reflection in the mirror on the back of her bedroom door. He saw the the size of his neck. His huge mounds of trap meat, snaked with veins. His delts, bigger than his head and glistening with sweat. He was a magnificent specimen of pure power. He blasted to his own image. He could have done it all over again, but he wasn’t sure that she would survive. He left her to recuperate, and went home to shower. Four mass building protein shakes later, he went to bed. 36 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted April 2, 2023 Share Posted April 2, 2023 He is a total stud and he knows it. He knwos he can get whatever he wants. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post bbmikenj Posted April 5, 2023 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 5, 2023 Fred was making rapid progress, now that he was hitting the gym for two hour workouts 4 or 5 times a week. He was over 300lbs, yet still sporting a deep 8 pack. He still did his home workouts everyday. His strength and growth continued to spike, despite his overtraining. One day, when he came into the gym, Kent was wiping down some of the equipment. “You’re doing a great job there, Kenny,” he said. “Kent,” said Kent sullenly. He’d been resentful of the massive older man ever since Fred had crushed him in arm wrestling. He’d upped his cycle of test, and added Tren, hoping to rectify that loss one day. “You know what we’d call someone like you back in the day?” Fred said. “What?” “The maid.” Fred laughed deeply at his own joke. He stood close enough to Kent to make his superior size feel intimidating. “Maybe you should come over to my place one day to dust. I bet I could find you a real nice French maid’s outfit. You’d look real pretty.” Two nearby lifters stifled their laughter. Word had gotten out that Kent had lost to a 75-year-old guy, and his rep was trashed. He moved to another area to continue his cleaning. The two lifters looked at Fred admiringly. They both had on the same college sweatshirts, and were fresh-faced and eager. One of them said to Fred, “Man, your arms are dope.” Fred dropped his gym bag next to the bench he was going to use. “Is that good?” he asked, as he balled his hands into fists and twisted them to show off his rugged veiny forearms. He had on a tight white tank top, and every muscle on him responded as he rolled his wrists. He knew damn well that dope must mean good. The other guy, emboldened by his friend, said, “Oh hell yeah, that’s good. You look just like Master Roshi!” “Who’s that?” Fred asked. The young guy pulled out his phone and brought up a picture of Master Roshi at his biggest. He showed it to Fred. “Well, now, that’s a flattering comparison,” said Fred. “Dude. If you grew a goatee, you’d look just like him!” Fred laughed. But when he looked in the mirror, he realized the kid was right. The other lifter said, “Do you think you could train us? Now that we’re in grad school, we’re not on the wrestling team anymore. We can get big as we want. We both wanna be over 200lbs. We’d pay.” Fred looked them over. Both probably about 160lbs of scrappy college muscle. “Maybe we could work something out,” he said. “I don’t need your money, but I wouldn’t do it for free. Stop by my house sometime and I’ll put you thru the basics, see if you have what it takes. Then we’ll figure out how you can repay me.” “Holy shit, really? You’d do that?” “Why not. Could be interesting. Is that dope enough for you?” “Oh man, so dope! Text me your address?” “I can’t text it. Don’t have a cell phone.” The guys looked at him like he’d said ‘I don’t have lungs’. Fred laughed. “Here, hand me your phone, I’ll type it in.” When he handed back the phone, he said, “Okay, time for me to finish lifting. You don’t get built like this by yakking all day.” He flexed his left arm. Even he was impressed by how big it had gotten. “Fuck” said both the young lifters. One of them asked, “How big is it?” “Not sure. Never measured. Maybe that’s something you could do for me when you come by.” Fred turned to start his workout. The two friends, giddy from their interaction with the old muscle monster, talked about him as he walked away. “I heard he was 75-years-old,” said the first guy. “Dude, no way. Look at the size of him!” said the second. “I know, right? He’s older than my grandfather, but he could take both of us at the same time.” “Fuck.” Both of them shuddered at the thought of being taken by the massive grandpa. Fred went thru his workout with extra gusto, spurred on by the admiration of the younger men. His chest pump was the best he’d ever had. Halfway thru his workout, he took his tank top off and wiped the sweat off his face with it. There were signs up in the gym saying ‘Shirts required’, but what was Kent gonna do, make him put his shirt back on? Fred chuckled. He hoped he’d try. When he finished up, he went to the locker room and got on the scale. Sweat dripped off his nipples as he leaned forward to see over his ballooning chest shelf. The scale read 312. “Oh yeah,” he growled under his breath. He was hoping for 305. This was way better. He turned and saw Kent standing to his side just behind him, looking at the scale reading. “Is that for me?” Fred asked him, nodding to the hardon swelling up in Kent’s joggers. “Fuck no,” said Kent, embarrassed. He turned and went down a row of lockers, adjusting himself as he walked. “Goddamit,” he grumbled. Fred laughed as Kent walked away. Say what you want about the surly jock cunthead, the guy had a hot ass. Fred might just have to turn him into his bitch. As Fred left the gym, he saw Kent at the front counter. “You might want to wipe down the scale, Kendall. It’s got sweat all over it.” Then he winked at him and walked out. Kent was confused by his strong mix of emotions. He wanted to spit on the old man, but at the same time, he was touching himself with lust for the powerfully built geezer. On his way home, Fred stopped at a barber shop and had his head shaved. He decided he was going grow a thick white goatee. 34 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DawnFire98 Posted April 5, 2023 Share Posted April 5, 2023 Fred is a goddamn hunk and your writing inspired to maybe try a short story with an older buff guy, @bbmikenj. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted April 6, 2023 Share Posted April 6, 2023 Fred is THE ALPHA and he knows what he wants. NMow Kent is discovering his sesuality and a bigger man is a YES for him. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jtchef2 Posted April 6, 2023 Share Posted April 6, 2023 Fred’s da Man 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted April 6, 2023 Share Posted April 6, 2023 I hope Fred decides to take Ken for a walk on the wild side! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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