Popular Post QMass Posted October 1, 2023 Popular Post Share Posted October 1, 2023 I was a pro bodybuilder. Never very successful, a few runner up placements at one time, each season pushing myself harder but never reaching the pinnacle of success. I strained my body to grow, and by the last year or two of my professional run I knew it was becoming necessary to throw in the towel. But I never gave up on working my muscles to the edge. At 54 I stand 6’1”, and boast an impressive stack of stats. I keep my bodyfat low, remaining vascular all year round, not needing to ever bulk as hard as I once did. The look is enhanced by staying shaved, showing off the deep tan I maintain. My chest is full and hard, a strong shelf of muscle that only sags slightly more than it used to, jutting out above the abs that remain tight and prominent. Keeping my back strong, my lats cause my thick arms to jut out as I walk, like I’m always striking a menacing figure. My legs are my most impressive, quads protruding above the knee, smooth and heavy, my glutes round as a globe, calves like diamonds. I show off by wearing tight lycra shorts whenever I work out, keeping some sense of modesty with my longline stringer which hangs below my waist and exposes the rest of my physique. I’ve never been shy about how I good I continue to look, I know it’s rare at my age and I deserve to celebrate that. But I’ve never been that much of a show off. Maybe that’s why I couldn’t perform as well at comps. While the others would seem to get hard at the thought of flexing their package in front of an adoring crowd, I tended to treat it like work. I loved the gym, and this was my final judgement for a good year of eating, training, and juicing. It was never about the praise, it was more for me. That’s why I’ve now turned to coaching, taking on bodybuilder clients who I know will adore the spotlight more than I will, training them all in a private gym I built up on investing what little prize money I had expectionally well. Most now have the kind of social media presence I could never imagine, and hardly understand. Most of my workouts with these beasts end with them flexing for fans, getting their engagement up, shouting me out. Everything they did was for that lockerroom posedown, streaming out live. I love that I can help give that to them, I love that I can help make them look their best as the weeks of competition approach. I guess too I’ve always been more of a voyeur than an exhibitionist. I felt that sitting at the front desk one day, a few days out from one of my state’s largest meet-ups. I was watching the bodies walk through the door, all greeting me as they came in; I was a household name for these men, I had helped everyone who considered themselves big in this joint. I had no clients waiting, so I caught up on admin, wishing I was among the sweat and the groans that pumped out of the gym. When this behemoth walked in. He instinctually stepped sideways through the door, swinging his shoulders in, great veiny boulders that stood atop arms that bent at the elbow with the strain of biceps that looked like they were permanently flexed. He held a bag over his other shoulder, and you could see that arm actually flex, round and full. His wife beater clung around the side of round, firm chest, and his nipples pointed through, poking in each direction as he thumped down the stairs, his pecs bouncing with their weight. He wore shorts more revealing than my own, white compression leggings cut with a jagged seam just below his crotch, that too bouncing, seemingly freely. He had no interest in covering that up. His thighs rubbed together giving him a sort of waddle, and I could see the strong striations with each step. The most amazing thing was he seemed contest-ready. He had the size of an offseason giant, but his skin was tight, his cheeks hollow, and he was already building that show stopping tan. He approach me where I stood staring. “I hear you’re the best around here” He said outright, his voice deep but warm “I see you all over my competitor’s feeds, I know I need you before next week’s show” I could barely speak, his cockiness threw me, even though I knew it was deserved. I didn’t demand respect, but I got it from everyone I worked with, they knew how important I could be to their win. But then again, seemingly so did he, or else he would be stood here, towering above me, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, panting heavy despite standing still, all indications of a bodybuilder that means it. “Nice to meet you” I couldn’t think of what else to say so I went to the script “Did you book an session?” “I hadn’t had the chance, I’ve been so focussed on the goal that I forgot the essentials. This is my first competition you know, I gotta set myself up right” First competition? I could hardly believe it. Amongst it all he did seem young, though what he’s on ages a man, makes him bald, puts hair on his chest. He continued on “I need to see you today, I ain’t got no other time to do this, I need to get my posing routine down pat” I knew I could fit him in, so I tried to get to know him a bit better “How come I haven’t seen you around here before. If I’m the best around and all” “Well you’re a hard man to track down, no socials, nothing. I guess you gotta know someone to get in here” He chuckled “Not that I need to, built all this by myself, out of my garage” with that he raised his arms to a double bicep and I could see him in all his glory. Lats riddled with stretchmarks, pits deep and hairy, his biceps true boulders. They were long but full, flexing into a hard ball of solid muscle that was complemented by his insane forearms. They might’ve even been bigger. He laughed as he did this “I’ve been working out all my life, and when I dropped out of high school it’s all I’ve done. I got some connections of my own, helped me get as big as I need. It’s always been about getting bigger y’know? I’m sure you know. I never felt the need to compete, like maybe I was too good for it, but I’m a show off.” He laughed again. Despite his cockiness he seemed almost nervous. Maybe that was the cause of the sweat, which I could see now was penetrating his tank top under his mammoth arms. “Anyway what I’m saying is, I need your help. Y’know, to show me off.” I smiled at that “Of course, that’s my job” We didn’t have posing room free, but I knew we could do it front of the main mirror on the floor, and I knew this guy would have no problem doing it in front of the others here. “What’s your name by the way?” “Holden” he put out his hand to shake. It was firm, of course. “Follow me Holden” I took him out into the gym, and I could see the other guys turn to look as he strutted in. I guess he was a surprise to more men than me. “So we don’t have a room free, but we can do it, there’s a bit of space between the machines here” I stood him on front of the mirror and he peeled off his top. He was already staring at himself. He ran his hand down his chest and abs as he sort of swayed, admiring his own reflection. He hooked his thumb around his waistband and revealed more of his V-line, and a little brush of pubes. I interrupted this session “You seem to know how to show off, so show us your posing routine so far, I’ll see how far I have to take you” He flexed for me without a word, though it was more for himself. He never took his eyes off the mirror. His routine was lousy. Sure he was flexing his muscles, and they were impressive relaxed, but his form was off, he didn’t know how long to pose for. He was clearly taking inspiration from the internet without much thought to how to actually put these positions into practice himself, hunched over, glutes pulled in, neglecting some muscles while showing off others. He lost his balance pulling a side chest flex and almost toppled over, top heavy as he was. He giggled at that. He seemed to be enjoying himself at least. Looking at himself still, but glancing beyond his own shoulder to me standing there, judging as he asked “So what do you think coach?” I’m his coach already? “Well” I approached him “you have the right attitude at least” He laughed. He knew he wasn’t there yet, otherwise he wouldn’t be here. “What can I do to improve” “Let’s run through each of the mandatory poses” I flexed for him now, pulling my chest high, stretching out my lats and letting my shoulders drop as a balled my fists and held them against my waist. “See how wide I just became” to me, this was now in my blood “you gotta make sure all the muscles involved are pointing in the right direction. Now you” He repeated the pose, though not as well “No, see your traps are too tight, drop them down. And your shoulders, too compressed at the back here, you really wanna push them apart, as far as you can.” I could see the strain in his face as he pulled his chest up and sucked in his abs. The vacuum was incredible, the chest looked full and high, and his lats grew wider. “That’s it, imagine you’re working out, just the same, you gotta work for these poses” I touched his lats and moved my hand slightly away “I see you size, get them out to here” He followed dutifully, pushing them further and further til he almost looked like he could take off. I was making him hold this for a while now, and I could see him sweat. “That’s right, now get used to that position for a second. Feel where the muscles are working as I touch them.” I would never get this handsy with a client, but he needed special attention. Or maybe I did. I run my hands across his back, along the sides of his lats “You really need to feel in here” I then let my hand trail down his back, towards his glutes “really pull that in, that’s it, don’t let your chest drop” I moved my hands under his flexed arms for good measure, pulling myself into him, rubbing against him as a I cupped his pecs. “You want those up here, don’t let them sink, right up here” I bounced him in my hands, my palms running across his nipples. Did he wince at that? The concentration in his face was clear “that’s right, it’s a whole body work out” I stepped back and admired what I achieved so far. He looked perfect. Like a god. “And relax” he dropped down and sighed heavy, giggling as he did “No wonder I wasn’t getting it right, that’s fucking hard” “But you’ve got it now, you felt where I was touching you right? Remember that each time you hit that pose, that’s where you need to activate” “I felt it alright” he smiled. I ran him through the other seven, paying just as close attention each time. For double bicep I gripped each arm and pulled them in, making sure he was hitting it as tight as possible, running my hands across his triceps to show off their size, letting them travel around his armpits, savouring the sweat between my fingers. For most-muscular I got on my knees in front of him to get the striations out of his quads, to move his big feet into the right position, to make sure he was exaggerating the dimples between his pecs and his shoulders, and pulling them forward to show off just how round they were. Then we got to the end, where he needed most help, the side chest. He turned side-on to the mirror, facing away from me. “First pull your left leg up, tense those calves and hamstrings, lets see that thigh seperation” He pulled up his shorts further, squeezing them between his crack, showing off the slides of his glutes. They were huge facing me, close-up. They maintained a massive shape, their own entity, despite the low body fat. When he flexed that the striations were incredible and deep. “Now follow it up from there” I cupped my hand around his hamstring, then ran it from his back, to his abs, to his chest, where I pulled it back toward me “and pull that chest as far up and as far out as possible. When you flex that left arm back I wanna see how that upper chest hangs from your pits, and stands strong above your torso, you wanna look proud.” I grabbed his arms, and pulled them back into his abs, stretching his chest out further. He was wobbling on his feet a bit so I held his waist with my other hand. I was close behind him again. The strain was in his face. “You’re showing off your bicep too, so this arm you’re pulling back, pull it down too, really get that peak out” His veins throbbed “Now push your elbow out more, so your flexing your shoulders too” they rippled out, each muscle pulsing. The arm facing away from the mirror was squeezing his chest in, and the other was pulling it out. One looks full and round, and the other a strong slap. But he was starting to slouch again “No, that’s how you lose your balance, pull your chest up, keep it up, balance your weight back” I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him toward me again “Push your ass out” I was getting informal “Abs in, ass out” his ass pushed against my crotch as I held him close, really getting him to stretch his pecs, show just how big they are “yeah, hold it there” I took one hand off his shoulder and wrapped it around his pec, running my hand across his nipple again, letting my finger drag slowly past it “you feel that, that’s where the stretch should be” I grabbed his bicep from under his pit, pulling back further “In there feel” I took my other hand and drew it down his back “arch it” and then down to the side of his waist, and further to his glutes wrapping my hand around the front, and pulling that back toward me, pressed against me hard now “arch your back, and pull your ass out, feel how far out it is, feel it?” He nodded. He was straining hard. We had started to gather onlookers who were getting a free lesson and I was making him pose like this for more than a minute. That’s when I noticed his crotch. I was staring him in the eyes this whole time, giving my lesson, that when I let my sight wander down his body in the mirror, I saw his bulge grow, twitch. There was no doubting it, the white shorts hid nothing, and now that they were hitched up it was all out on display, the head of his dick visible beneath the fabric, getting firm. I took my gaze away from it, I don’t know if he saw me stare for a moment. “Hold this pose a little longer” I was in his ear “really feel it, remember it” I was getting hard too now, but pressed up against him I could hide it. Holding him as I was, for this crowd of similarly jacked men, I was basically showing off my trophy, a man I had built up in such a short period of time, only just over an hour. This is how I liked to show off, by making guys like this show off. And now he was really showing off. I let my hands really wander now. I was feeling his chest, rubbing back and forth, slicking his body with his sweat, fingers flicking his nipples as I went, tracing them in small circles. My other hand creeped around the front, feeling his quads, then moving to his inner thigh, rubbing up and down, up and down, my hand brushing against his balls. He was getting hard, his cock was now creeping to the side, pushed up by that gargantuan thigh. I looked through the mirror at the other men in the room, making sure they saw what I was doing, jerking this stud off without touching his dick, letting them know the type of lesson they could receive if they make the right impression. “Do you feel that” I repeated Holden groaned a little, breathed heavy, his head arching back as I began to writhe my leaking cock around his ass, getting close to pushing it between his cheeks. He continued posing, panting. “I feel- fuck” he looked down as his cock grew further, pushing up, squeezing through his waistband revealing his glistening head, pumping drips of clear precum that had been staining him. He moan “I feel it” I pushed my mouth against his neck, breathed deeply, let my tongue drag across, up toward his ear where I bit gently at his lobe. Looking into the mirror I could see Holden watch himself pose, watch himself grow harder, all over. His muscles strained, he seemed to be growing bigger as his pose became perfect, his chest the largest he’s ever seen it, showing himself off to his fullest capacity. He was as still as he could be. I wasn’t restraining him, he was focussed on his form, but he thrust gently, squirmed, wanting to grab hold of his own cock and let out the building cum shot. But I wasn’t done with him yet. I looked around the room again. Some men had left, some would never return, others watched in awe, touching themselves, seeing two fantastically masculine specimens show themselves off like they had never seen before, like they wish they could experience themselves. Some were growing hard at the thought, touching themselves through their shorts, cocks creeping down pant legs. Holden unleashed something in me, seeing a man who knows he likes to be seen, desires to be seen in his most muscular form, so ready and willing to be trained, to be taken. I didn’t care who knew that one of the top bodybuilding coaches in the state was a closeted faggot. I whispered in his ear “front double bicep” and Holden obeyed immediately. He gasped with relief at releasing his previous pose and took his arms up, with lats out and chest puffed. I stood behind him, pushing my still clothed cock between his cheeks. He held the pose and pushed his ass against me, welcoming. I stripped off his shorts and let his cock spring out. It was as commanding as the rest of him, a thick thrusting unit that creeped with vascularity from his shaved groin. It stood rock hard and straight forward, a long drop of precum clinging to it. I ran my hands across his chest, and pulled at his nipples. He moaned. I ran my hands across his biceps and kissed the back of triceps. His head tilted back with ecstacy. “You want this don’t you” I snarled in his ear “this is how you want to be seen” “I want this” he twitched “I want this” “You’re all exposed, just like you asked, you cocky little show off. Why else would you build this body? You want to be seen as walking sex, crafted to masochistic perfection” “Fuck” he moaned, breathing deep, squeezing his biceps tighter in my hands “I want this” “Most muscular” He bent over immediately, leaning in to wrap his arms in and flex his upper chest, sending ripples down across the acne-scarred, newly-tanned skin. He growled in the mirror and his cock bounced. His hole became exposed, bright pink and freshly shorn, ready for the posing pouch. I couldn’t resist as I knelt to lick it deep. I wanted to be within this muscular beast. He moaned hard, he grunted. He slipped from his pose only for a second to lean into the mirror and stare himself in the eye as I fucked him with my tongue. But he quickly returned to the most muscular pose and admired what a beast he’d become when he knew how to show it right. Some men around me know were fully jerking off, not leaving their benches to stroke their cocks. I was rubbing my own, I needed to cum. It had been building. I stood up and whipped it out, pushing my pink head against his hole as he begged to be fucked “Please, I need to be seen, I want to win” I spit on my cock and got it slick. I took two fingers and did the same, loosening this tight muscular boy for his first real PT session. Probing and his prostate he leant further forward, grunting hard at the strain of the flex and the pleasure of a well-massaged man-clit. I pulled out and pushed my cock back in. Holden took it handily and gasped with lust. “Oh fuck” “You think you’re a stud” “I want to be a winner” “You’re a fucking stud” “Make me huge” “This is what it takes, see yourself, look at yourself” I was pounding against his ass, firm and full, as his squeezed his glutes tight around my cock, getting me closer and closer. “You feel that” “I feel it” “You feel that fucking muscle” “Fuck- I’m gonna-“ Without hesitation, still holding that pose, his cock burst onto the mirror, drenching his reflection with cum. A few men around him did too, showing their own tight, bulging, rippling bodies with a shower of spunk. I was overcome, and holding myself in I unleashed, almost collapsing with the pleasure as it hit me in waves. I held Holdens chest and pulled him close for a moment before I pulled out, letting a thick drool of cum leak out of him. He kept looking at himself, through his cum soaked mirror, as he hit the eight mandatory poses in order, each with perfect form, before leaning in and licking a great stream off the surface. He turned to me and laughed “I’ve got three days til the show, think you can squeeze in a few more lessons?” “I think I can” 34 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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