Condo Hookup

[DennisFLL]

Hi guys.  Here’s my new four-chapter story, with the setting being South Florida.  The theme is what will probably become my usual, where a bodybuilder and a twink get sexually and romantically involved with each other.  Hope you like it, and I would of course always appreciate any responses that you may have.  Thanks, Dennis 

 

"CONDO HOOKUP"

 

 

CHAPTER 1

 

Timmy was sitting at his desktop computer in his cramped apartment in a typically densely- populated beach city on the Gold Coast of Florida.  A lot of his relaxing time at home was spent checking out the many bodybuilder sites.  Today, he had one of his favorites open, something called Muscle Growth Forums, where he was about to look through all the gorgeous musclemen for his morning wank.  Today he went to the ‘Morphed Guys & Skinny Guys’ thread which was of particular interest to him.  He thought it was hot, loving the muscle-size differences between the two pictured handsome men shown.  It often also showed the skinny guy touching the ripped bulging muscle of the handsome morphed bodybuilder.  And sometimes they were even in an embrace.  Gasp! 

What an ultimate fantasy that would be for Timmy.  Yeah, he really looked forward to spending quality time doing just that now.

But then he heard BZZZZZZ.  “Shit,” Timmy thought.  “Probably another solicitor calling me on my phone.  I’ll put it on speaker to just hear their message if one was even left by them.”  Solicitors rarely left messages, as they knew you were not going to call them back if they did.  So, Timmy then went back to his very important activity of jerking his dick.  Then the message came on…. 

“This is the Tahiti Sands calling to schedule your closing as well as the date for your move in.  Please call us back at…”  Timmy leaped for the phone, surrendering his most pleasurable pursuit to take this very important interruption.             

The new condominium had finally finished its construction and Timmy was so looking forward to being one of the first residents to move in.  He had waited well over a year for its opening as he had purchased it during its preconstruction phase.  He was thrilled that he would finally be living in the big glitzy apartment house that had a lot of amenities, including of course a pool and gym.

Timmy was born Timothy Meijer in West Michigan, 39 years ago, of Dutch descent on his father’s side and Irish on his mother’s.  Growing up blond and very cute, even beautiful some people said, got him lots of pinches of his cheeks from relatives.  But at school it was the gay bullying that Timmy had often experienced and endured. 

By senior year of high school, he had grown to six feet tall, slim and very handsome.  He kept the name ‘Timmy,’ preferring it to perhaps a more usual ‘Tim’ for adulthood.  He got away from the high school abuse when he went off to a university in Florida, and never looked back.  Sure, holidays were sometimes spent briefly in Michigan with family, but his home became where it was warmer in winter and where many areas of South Florida had very sizable gay populations.  And it was where he was able to become a very successful model.  His tall, slender, blond, very handsome look at South Beach shoots contrasted nicely with the perhaps more prevalent handsome Latino models.

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After finally moving in and getting settled into his new apartment, Timmy explored the building, seeing the fancy social room for parties, the barbeque area, card room, game room, tennis and bocce courts, and then the Olympic size pool which was ‘manned’ by a full-time staff.  The lifeguard there was a very attractive guy, but, after chatting with him a while, Timmy was not really interested in taking it a step further with potentially dating him.  This lifeguard, unlike their usual reputation from some of the gay sex stories he read, really didn’t have the kind of muscle that got his juices flowing.  The condo’s gym would be opening later that week, and there was much more muscle potential there, Timmy thought.  And hoped.

Soon after, on a day when the weather was very stormy and traveling perhaps somewhat dangerous, Timmy thought that it was now the perfect time to check out the gym.  He took a quick shower, and then, as he was passing his bedroom’s full-length mirror, he gazed at himself for his usual critical assessment.  He looked at his middle-aged slender body that was devoid of very much muscle, though he thought it was nicely toned.  He also saw, and knew from professional experience and from casual admirers, that he was considered very handsome.  He was hit on by men frequently because of that, but he rarely gave them a tumble.  They were never muscle-guys, and Timmy just assumed that that was because they liked other muscle-guys and would not be interested in skinny him.  Well, maybe with this very conveniently located gym downstairs he’ll be able to finally put on some muscle. 

He was determined to do mostly cardio, but with a mix of a little weight training.  The latter was to perhaps get a better view of the potential muscle guys lifting nearby.  And, if there was any eye candy there, that would keep him motivated to keep coming back.  Actually, if he was being totally honest with himself, it was perhaps the only reason to go to the gym in the first place!

Timmy scanned the large gym and did a quick perusal to see who else was there.  It was a big building, and lots of people had moved in already, which was evidenced by how crowded the gym appeared.  He looked around and saw a young heavy-set guy, a skinny older guy, three women who were chatting up a storm about their husbands or boyfriends, a married couple, an overweight guy, and several more skinny guys clustered near the wall.  Everyone, it seemed, but his muscular Prince Charming. 

‘Oh well, I guess I’ll start with the treadmill after I change,’ Timmy thought.  ‘I’ll watch some television there and pass the time that way’. 

But wait!  Timmy’s heart then immediately started leaping as he saw someone very interesting on the far side of the gym.  Yes, a major muscle guy who had now made Timmy’s jaw drop. The guy was at the squat rack with an enormous amount of weight on his back. Timmy couldn’t help but stare at his muscles bulging in the pump.  So huge and ripped.  The bodybuilder then stood up with his back to the muscle-obsessed middle-aged guy, and Timmy was now able to make a study of the Adonis’s remarkably developed muscles on his back, which slimmed to an impossibly small waist in comparison.  He saw that his glutes and hams were also extremely muscular as well. 

Timmy wondered, ‘Oh my god, have I died and gone to muscle-heaven?  Is he real? Or is it my imagination going wild because I really wanted to see someone who looked just exactly like this?’  Timmy then squinted a little, and through the mirror that was in front of the bodybuilder, he made out that his muscle-guy was also very ruggedly handsome.   

Suddenly, the stud turned around and now Timmy was able to gaze at the enormous plates of bulging solid muscle on his chest as well as then definitely the largest biceps he had ever seen anywhere by far.  Timmy estimated this guy’s waist and biceps to measure within just a few inches of each other.  His delts and traps were also amazing to behold, and every inch of this bodybuilder was so perfectly symmetrically developed.  No muscle was neglected. 

Timmy went a little south on his exploration of the spectacular landscape in his view and he now actually audibly gasped when he focused on the bodybuilder’s obscenely bulging crotch.  He wondered if this stud had a hardon, or he was that big when soft.  He laughed to himself at this question he had asked that he would obviously never get an answer to.  Timmy saw that the muscle-stud also towered over the other guys around him and was twice as thick and wide as anyone else in the entire gym. 

But there was something about the bodybuilder’s handsome face that looked familiar to Timmy that he couldn’t quite place yet.  It took several seconds more and then it clicked with him.  “Yes, yes, that’s the new Mr. America!  Biff something.  Biff.  Ummm, Biff Stevens. That’s who he is!  Super heavyweight class too!  Oh my god, and in my condo’s gym too!”

[arpeejay]

More please!

[Jtchef2]

Can’t wait to read more chapters. Excellent start

[DennisFLL]

6 hours ago, arpeejay said:

More please!

Glad you like it, arpeejay.   Next chapter should be coming out in a few days.

[DennisFLL]

4 hours ago, Jtchef2 said:

Can’t wait to read more chapters. Excellent start

Thanks for your support Jtchef2, important to be in keeping the momentum going.  

[Ro20316]

And he thought it was all gonna be like before but het to live near freaking Mr America!

[DennisFLL]

2 hours ago, Ro20316 said:

And he thought it was all gonna be like before but het to live near freaking Mr America!

Living near a "freaking" Mr. America, Ro20316, must raise the land values there because of all of us muscle-obsessed guys that want to live near him  

[DennisFLL]

 

CHAPTER 2

 

Timmy’s eyes were indiscreetly glued to the handsome massively muscular bodybuilder lifting at his condo’s gym.  When Biff started another set, Timmy almost bumped into a fellow gym-goer as he stared with perhaps a little too much enthusiasm.  The stud had to be in the upper 200’s in weight, Timmy thought.  His beautiful muscular size and extraordinarily ripped condition excited him more than he had ever felt for anyone in his life. 

He adjusted his quickly tenting dick, and before he embarrassed himself, he slunk to the locker room to change.  He remembered the athletic muscular bullies from high school and what they would do to him when he was caught staring at them.  Timmy knew that the prudent move to make, when he went back into the gym, was to get his head out of this muscle-fueled daze and try fighting his enormous attraction to Biff.  It took exactly one second and he was back to his pulse racing at the thought of just seeing more of the bodybuilder again.  It was impossible to fight, and he just enjoyed it way too much.

As he came back in and headed for the treadmills, he saw that Biff was at the water fountain, bent over and slurping water into his god-like physique.  Timmy’s daze was of course now back, and, though he was not at all thirsty, he walked up to be next in line, pretending that he needed a drink as well.

Now close-up, with each ripple of muscle that Timmy witnessed, the stud was just oozing sex and power.  His back muscles flexed in the smallest of actions, and his triceps, so lean and bulgy with beautifully shaped horseshoes/croissants, danced to Timmy’s feasting eyes.  And Biff’s glutes were easily seen dimpling through the tight shorts that he wore.  There was absolutely no evidence of any body fat anywhere on Biff’s physique.

Being so close to such muscle-perfection, there was no way Timmy’s trance was going away anytime soon.  This led his obsession to fantasizing about touching the exquisite handsome bodybuilder and worshiping every inch of his physique.  Biff would flex for him, and then Timmy would kiss and lick each bulging muscle. 

With Biff taking so long at his drinking, it then allowed the muscle-worshiper to take his fantasy to an even higher level, where he was then sucking the gorgeous bodybuilder’s big dick.  Timmy’s penis was again fully erect and leaking and it very obviously now tenting his pants with a wet spot.  He needed to put his hands nonchalantly over his crotch to hide it.  And all of this occurred in just about a minute after getting in line!  

Biff finally finished drinking and stood up to his full height.  Timmy felt short as he looked straight into Biff’s defined striated delts.  He realized that he had under-estimated the bodybuilder’s size earlier, and that the stud had to be closer to a height of maybe 6’5”.  Biff then turned around with water dripping off his succulent lips and falling onto his muscle-stretched very tight shirt, wetting his sensuously bulging solid pectorals.

The muscle god looked down at Timmy, and, seeing the daze that he was in, quickly sized up the handsome skinny older guy as a very seriously-obsessed muscle-admirer.  Biff then casually and seductively danced his pecs just a little for the awestruck Timmy as he enjoyed the reaction that he knew he was responsible for.  He saw his admirer had even trouble breathing, as he was so sexually charged.  Timmy had turned red and froze, partly in reactive fear remembering back to his school experiences.  But the bodybuilder’s thoughts were correct, it was caused mostly by Timmy’s lust for his muscle, and Biff was now so close to him.

As Biff sexily touched his now wet pectorals with his gym-trained hand, he said in a deep voice looking down at Timmy, “Sorry I took so long.  It’s all yours now, little boy.”  Timmy still couldn’t respond, and Biff, amused at his handsome admirer’s extreme reaction to him, then strutted back to his bench to continue his lifting. 

When Timmy finally came down to earth, he realized how enormously thrilled he was that Biff had even actually talked to him!  “And he called me his ‘little boy,”’ Timmy thought.  “Oh my god, what an amazing encounter with the new Mr. America.  And he’s so tall and handsome also.”  Timmy stumbled to the water fountain and feigned drinking for a little while, then quickly got to a place with the best view. 

And he indeed found one on a treadmill facing his heartthrob.  Timmy watched Biff’s flexing muscles as he lifted tremendous pounds, rep after rep with dozens of sets.  He watched as Biff’s muscles grew more massive and ripped with his pump.  His biceps peaked like two Mount Everests before then relaxing each time.  Timmy loved the beautiful split in each bicep, and knew they’d tape easily in the mid-twenties.  He would have paid the stud just to tape them for him.  

At one point, when Timmy was furtively glancing at Biff, the muscle stud caught him.  Timmy quickly looked away red-faced and then pretended to text someone on his phone.  He was torn between wanting to be coy and not get caught, but then he would miss out on the muscle-show, versus wanting to eye-fuck this ultimate muscle-fantasy as much as he could for future wanks.  Each flex from Biff would be worth one more masturbatory ejaculation for Timmy in the future.

After a while, a small crowd had started to gather around the bodybuilder as he put more weight on the bar and the loud clanking and slamming of the weights drew much attention. Timmy was now able to full-time watch too, knowing that it was now safe to be with all these other people there as well.  When else could he get the chance to see someone THAT spectacularly muscular and so close up?

Timmy got off his treadmill and tried to count how much weight Biff had on the bar, but he kept losing track because there were so many plates going up and down.  With always perfect form and controlled muscle movement, the bodybuilder knelt and bent over, then cranked out his deadlifts, the weight lowering, before then rising back up.  The bar bent dramatically with the enormous pounds of weights loaded on it, but Biff continued lifting and made it look relatively light.  This went on for quite a while more as the reps flew by, until the Biff reached still another failure and he finally stopped.

Timmy’s face showed some disappointment when he assumed that the muscle-show was now over.  But, after all, he had viewed the gorgeous man for almost two hours already.  Some of the other gym bros approached the muscleman, slapping his knotted-with-bulging-muscle back.  Timmy would have loved doing that too, using it as the excuse to actually touch Biff.  He laughed to himself as he pictured slapping Biff on his huge striated deltoid and saying, “good job dude.”

But of course, he could never do anything even remotely like that, mostly since he knew Biff would see right through him and know what his true motives were exactly.  And, Timmy also knew that he had a raging hardon and his shorts were soaked with pre again and he would never be able to camouflage it if he was right in front of Biff.  Watching the insane display of strength and huge sliced and carved muscle show was amazing while it lasted, and he decided to go upstairs and maybe do some sit-ups.

Suddenly, even from upstairs, he again heard grunting and weights slamming around.  All he could think of was what he was missing as he envisioned the handsome bodybuilder’s flexing muscles shifting and sliding so sensuously downstairs.  But he knew it was best to give it a rest, and after a while, and not hearing Biff anymore, Timmy figured that the bodybuilder was now finally finished and was probably gone.  So, he headed downstairs to leave.

But, wouldn’t you know, as he came down the stairs, he saw that Biff had repositioned himself right there facing Timmy, doing seated machine rows with the weight maxed out.  It was almost as though Biff knew where his admirer was before, and this ensured Timmy would see him when he came back down.   

Timmy stared at Biff and thought his tank was almost bursting from his muscular development.  Also, curious to Timmy, was that the bodybuilder couldn’t be getting much benefit from this rowing machine.  Though there were tremendous weights there, Biff was doing the exercise so fast and too easily. 

As he stared, Timmy knew for sure that he had never wanted anyone more in his life.  Not even close to this.  The big guy caught him again and stared right back.  When it became a lingering friendly handsome smile, Timmy’s heart stopped.  Then the sexy muscle-guy winked at him.

Shocked at what had just occurred and feeling uncomfortable about not knowing what to do or say in response, Timmy hurried to the lockers and then took the elevator back up to his apartment.

[Ro20316]

It looks liek Biff likes to eb admired. Maybe they will reach soem agreement. A win win

[DennisFLL]

37 minutes ago, Ro20316 said:

It looks liek Biff likes to eb admired. Maybe they will reach soem agreement. A win win

You think maybe he does?  Ro20316, you shall see!