Vacay Hookup

[DennisFLL]

Hi guys,  

This latest story of mine is about Lance, the trophy-winning cocky bodybuilder, who meets Bob, the cute Wall Street nerd, when they’re both on vacation. 

All but the last chapter is written in Lance’s point of view, and it was fun getting into a gorgeous bodybuilder’s skin for a change.  The final chapter is written using a narrator (in third person).

It’s about the same length as my three other “Hookup” series stories posted earlier this year, all being four or five chapters long.

Hope you like the read,

Dennis   

 

 

VACAY HOOKUP

 

CHAPTER 1

After taking home the top trophy for my win in a regional bodybuilding contest near my home in Minnesota, I had no intentions of filling my time with cheat meals and slacking off at going to the gym.  My regimen for the pre-contest training period was rigorous, filled with daily lifting, dieting, protein shakes, cardio, and much more, to achieve my successfully accomplished results.

Besides the prize money, the win rewarded me with the lucrative signing of a contract with a bodybuilding equipment company.  It called for me to promote them by showing just what the consumer could look like when using their products.  I needed to maintain my muscular size and ripped condition as part of the legal agreement, for when there would be photo shoots, interviews and endorsements, or ‘meet the bodybuilder’ exhibitions.   

But there was another incentive for me to continue strictly with a contest-ready look.  As we all know, a muscular physique is very sexy.  Having beautiful muscularity increases the pool dramatically for the dating of the cutest guys, especially with the muscle-obsessed ones. 

My big dick responds very well to the look of extreme lust in those guy’s eyes when they even just happen to catch the slight flexing of my high-peaking biceps when I’m, for instance, just casually scratching the back of my neck.

I see this lusting reaction very frequently when doing just routine trips around town.  In the supermarket, on the street, or at the barber’s waiting for a haircut.  But perhaps in the gym, when I’m the most scantily clad, I’m guaranteed to see that look a lot.  

Between sets, I’ll look up from my bench, and sure enough there’s a guy staring.  He’s trying to just make furtive glances of me, but he’s not succeeding.  He just can’t help it.  I check him out, and if I’m interested, I’ll give him a quick nod, and within milliseconds he’s standing in front of me. 

He’ll then ask something very innocuous like ‘do you need a spot’, or he’ll ask for suggestions on how he can build bigger muscle.  But his true intentions are just so very obvious to me.  The evidence to me is blatant when viewing his tented pants, or the trembling of his hand as he’s giving me his name and phone number on a slip of paper, saying that we should continue the chat sometime soon over coffee or a drink. I’ll nod and put his little piece of paper in my pocket along with all the others.  

So, looking my very best, that is to say keeping a sexily ripped to shreds muscular and competition-ready physique, even when there’s no competition, has become a way of life for me.

But I did want to get away, post-competition, for just a quick R & R someplace.  The brutal winters here were getting to me and limited my ability to show all my muscular assets to my many admirers.  You know what I mean?  I didn’t want to deprive them of their great views, of course, so I decided it was definitely time to get away to warmer climes for a while. 

I found online a very interesting-sounding hotel on the barrier island in south Florida showing that it had an Olympic-sized pool with a waterfall and waterslide.  I checked the weather there and it showed it’ll be 80 to 85 degrees daily with no or little precipitation in the immediate forecast.  When I read that this hotel also had a well-equipped gym, I thought ‘how perfect’. 

I took an early Sunday morning flight into Fort Lauderdale and taxied to the hotel for what would hopefully be my tropical paradise for my stay.  After checking in and doing a little unpacking and freshening up, I went to their gym. 

I was indeed impressed, as it seemed to be just as they had advertised on the website.  It wasn’t Gold’s by a long shot, and pretty small actually, but they had the weights, benches, bars and machines that fit my needs.  It was empty the whole time I was there as most people, I would guess, had better things to do during the day when they were on their vacays. 

Two and a half hours later, working shoulders and arms today, I checked myself out in the mirrors one last time.  With my tee shirt still on, house rules, my bi’s, tri’s, delts and forearms looked nicely pumped.   A quick flex, and even I was aroused by what I saw with the workout today.  I was very bulgy and solid, and I knew that I would be very impressive looking for my admirers for where I would be going next. 

That was to head for the well-attended pool area to get some sun to work a bit on a natural tan.  Strutting into the pool area, I knew that there were many eyes on me.  I never strut when I’m alone, but when there are sightseers, I do.  I did look at a few guys with their mouths wide open as they elbowed each other indicating the hot bodybuilder with huge, ripped and rippling muscles had just made his entrance. 

I took a seat on a chaise lounge and, when my tee came off, I heard a resounding rumble from both sexes of all ages from many directions.

But my eyes caught sight of the reaction from one guy in particular.  He was what I refer to as a major ‘cutie.’  Actually, he looked like a runway model from Milan’s fashion week.  And as he just stood there frozen, giving me one of those stares as I had just undressed my upper body.  And I knew that he was also undressing me in his mind even more.  Yes, his jaw came down, but it was more in his eyes.  He was totally unable to not drill holes into me with them.

He had perfect facial bone structure and a slim body with beautiful buns.  My brain immediately goes to my hard and deep fucking of someone like that when I see them.  I just can’t help it.  Definitely the cutest thing since sliced bread.  He had a very fuckable body, and I knew, as I always knew, he was thinking the same about me.  Except he was thinking about how fuckable HE was TO me as I casually looked at his reaction to seeing me. 

He seemed so defenseless, so vulnerable, so craving, so fucking cute as I’ve said.  And I knew he would be easy pickings.  Easy to reel in.  And, well, I hadn’t gotten off today yet, so of course I was horny and ready for my first one of the day.

He was wearing white trunks, and it was so obvious to me, or anyone else looking his way, to see his tenting already.  I hadn’t even flexed for him yet and he was already fantasizing our tête-à-tête leading to something much bigger soon following. 

He seemed to get really embarrassed by my catching his eyes, knowing that it’s generally not polite to stare.  But when they just can’t help it, they just can’t stop doing that. 

Giving it just a few minutes more, I thought that now was the right time to make my move.  I got up and strutted over to the cutie, stopping about twelve inches from him.  We were both about the same height, six foot even, but I weighed a lot more, mine being all solid muscle. 

With a subtle pec striation flex, a deep voice, and a killer smile, I greeted him with, “how’s it going?  I’m Lance.”

Totally befuddled, he opened his mouth in an attempt to speak as he wanted so much for what he would say to me to be just right.  But his throat was tight, his dick was hard, he was breathless, and his heart was beating a mile a minute.  So, it was impossible for his brain to send a clear message to his mouth and for him to now communicate anything at all. 

But, when he finally did, in a peep, semi-communicating to me in an almost non-existent volume, I heard, “H-hi.  I’m B-Bob.” 

Now that I was in close range to ‘Bob’, I saw the most adorable guy with the most trying-to-smile face that I haven’t seen in a long time.  He turned beet-red, totally embarrassed by his attempted response as he looked at me glassy-eyed and in disbelief that he had just talked to someone who was his better-than- any-of-his-masturbation’s-muscle-fantasies since he was 12. 

I took his hand for a shake and heard a slight moan from him from us just touching.  That seemed to embarrass him even more, but I could see that he was trying his damnedest to overcome it. 

“Nice to make your acquaintance Bob,” I said in a slow seductive muscular voice, still holding onto him and not quite ready to not.  “I couldn’t help but see that you were looking my way a lot and I got the definite impression that you’re into muscle.  I mean, well, you obviously don’t have much yourself, and maybe don’t go to the gym at all, but you have a really cute little body. So very lean and toned so very nicely.” 

Bob tried pulling his hand back, but I held on, now rubbing my strong thumb back and forth on the top of his as I smiled broadly at him, showing him my pearly whites.  

“Um, L-Lance”, Bob stuttered, still trying very hard to make a good impression on someone he found so excruciatingly sexy.  Well, of course he did, and I really couldn’t blame his attraction to me.  But he was also so extremely nervous, not knowing fully where I was going with all of this. 

He was trying really hard to embolden himself as he continued.  ”You’re right.  I have never been able to put on much muscle, as you said, but, oh my god, you certainly have been very successful at it.”  Bob then gave a very quick look down at my enormous bulging biceps, and I heard Bob’s sudden intake of breath.  Well, I thought, after all it WAS shoulders and arms day today for me, so how could a muscle-obsessed guy like this really cute one here not react like that. 

I was listening to him really having difficulty breathing, and his tented leaking shorts told me that there might even be an involuntary orgasm in the making soon.  Wouldn’t be the first.  Bob looked back to my face again, and with another nervous giggle he then said, “And, you do know that you’re pretty hard not to look at.  I mean, well, I mean uhh, your physique is really, oh my god, quite something.”

Maybe I shouldn’t have said what I did next, because I kind of knew it would cause him to blush all shades of red if I were to compliment him.  But I really never hold back speaking my thoughts.  “Thanks, Bobby.  And I think that you’re a really handsome guy.  With such looks, you must be a model or an actor.”  I ended the sentence with my eyes half-closed waiting for his response.  The compliment didn’t just cause another predictable red face, it also now caused him to be even more choked-up and tongue-tied.

But he WAS able to giggle through his blushing and all and looked at me with a nod of thanks.  I think it would make perfect sense for us to stop with the compliments already as we were as now both sounding like members of the same Mutual Admiration Society. 

And it was also the perfect opportunity to get this handsome muscle-obsessed guy alone for what we both really wanted then.  “Why don’t we continue getting to know each other back in my hotel room,” I suggested.

A few seconds later I got my tee and handed it to him to hold for me, and he was then following me there for more privacy and intimacy. 

[boardman]

Love to see where this goes

[Jtchef2]

Awesome beginning.  Like @boardman says he likes where this is heading. So am I. Hope there is a new chapter soon

[DennisFLL]

14 hours ago, boardman said:

Love to see where this goes

Thanks boardman for your always dependable support.  You'll get to see the story's direction in the next couple of chapters coming up.

[DennisFLL]

13 hours ago, Jtchef2 said:

Awesome beginning.  Like @boardman says he likes where this is heading. So am I. Hope there is a new chapter soon

Lots of muscle, its flexing and more, coming up in the next chapter in a few days.  Thanks, Jtchef2, for all of your reliably kind responses.

[muscleaddict]

Excellent start, mate. A bodybuilder who is not only aware of the power his body has over others but plays to it *and* gets off on it?! That's fucking hot! 

[DennisFLL]

6 hours ago, muscleaddict said:

Excellent start, mate. A bodybuilder who is not only aware of the power his body has over others but plays to it *and* gets off on it?! That's fucking hot! 

Thanks MA, my mentor X

[DennisFLL]

Happy New Year to all Forum members and lurkers!  But before you celebrate at Midnight, you’re just in time to read about Lance and Bob ‘getting to know each other.’  Dennis

 

CHAPTER 2

 

We were alone in the elevator heading up to my room looking at each other.  With sexual hunger in his eyes, he managed to finally give me a full smile, the first I’d seen since we met. 

I returned a horny-as-hell one to him and said with a chuckle, “This should be a lot of fun.”

His eyebrows were up when he nodded his impatient eagerness for what I just knew was a fantasy about to come true for him.  And then, sure enough, I heard another cute little giggle from him.

With my room door now shut behind us, I leaned into him and grabbed his back with my left hand and his cheek and neck with my right, bringing him to my muscular physique as I pressed my lips to his.  He began moaning deliriously as he started grinding his hardon into mine.  My tongue entered his mouth and reached his throat as he placed his hands onto my upper arms.

“So big,” he managed to say as his moaning and grinding continued.  “And so hard.  So fucking sexy.” 

Boy, he’s really coming around fast, I thought!

He looked at my right arm which was bent and said, “There’s one thing I would really love to see, Lance.  Your arms are so incredibly beautiful, so huge and bulgy.  Please, give me a biceps flex. The kind of flex that gets the judges at your contests really hard, and they award you with the top trophy.”

I looked at Bob with a toothy cocky smile, somewhat surprised by his turn-around bold request, and said, “Sure, anything for my cutie.” 

I then raised my arm into a half-flex, straightened it as I watched him looking at the shapes that my biceps and triceps’ horseshoe was taking.  And then I flexed it into its full 23.5 inches of high-peaked steel, and he watched it rise higher and higher with his mouth wide open.  A low moan then came out of Bob, as I knew that this was exactly what does it big for his libido. 

As I looked at him seductively and gave a grunt for emphasis, I then twisted my wrist showing him how the biceps can dance as their high-peaked shape changes.  Holding that pose for a few more seconds, I then twisted my wrist again and leaned in to give the top of my biceps a kiss and then a lick. 

“Yeah Bobby.  I lift a few hours a day, every day, to get my musculature looking just this perfect.  That’s one hell of a bicep you’re looking at, isn’t it?”  I asked in a superior, self-loving, cocky, even maybe arrogant way.  “Beautiful, and it’s all yours now.” 

I knew exactly what a muscle-addicted admirer wants to hear.  And I was right, as he then attacked it.  First with his hands, feeling its enormous size and testing its hardness.  Then his mouth was on it as I straightened my arm and flexed it again, and it achieved just a bit higher and harder peak now. 

Bob moaned in total sexual heat as he slobbered on it and continuously rubbed his dick against mine.  He then squeezed my rock-hard softball-sized biceps as I straightened my arm still again and then flexed it for him again.  He moaned still louder, furiously rubbing his dick against mine, licking from the bottom of the triceps up into the very defined split and then to the top of its Grand Teton peak. 

With eyes closed, his breathing had quickened, and Bob then began cumming in his trunks as he now screamed his orgasm, shooting over and over again, lasting a good minute, delirious in his ultimate muscle-heaven. 

I’m used to reactions similar to this from my many admirers, but Bob’s seemed to last longer and was much more intense than I think I may have ever witnessed.  I wasn’t surprised when he soon told me that it was one of the best of his whole life.

Bob very quickly undressed and then dropped to his knees in what was an obvious desperate attempt at getting my shorts off.  And down they came as my semi-hard bodybuilder-dick sprang free. 

It was grabbed quickly by Bob, needing both his hands, and he dove his mouth onto it.  The muscle-obsessed man started slurping on its big crown, in a not too dissimilar way at first to the way he slurped at my flexing biceps.  But my dick was now leaking pre and his slurping turned to what appeared to be coupled with drinking what he was slurping up.  And Bob didn’t want to miss a drop.

His tongue went up and down my dick’s thick fully-hard-now length, and he was loving it as much as I was.  I put my hand to the back of his head and guided my jaw-breaker into his mouth, positioning it for my even greater pleasure.  With just a bit of gagging, after a while I finally came in a gusher as he did a very good job of deep-throating my big-dick.  Quite the excellent cocksucker this Bob is. 

He was also very fastidious, paying great attention to giving the bodybuilder the greatest pleasure as he made sure not to miss any of my spunk.  Some did dribble down his chin, but he immediately licked it clean.  Bob finished his job by making sure my dick and pubes were also given proper attention to his thoroughness.

When he was finished, he stood, and we leaned into each other and kissed.  Still kissing, I picked him up and he placed one arm around my neck with the other resting on a bulging solid pectoral.  We ‘made out’ for a few minutes and I then carried him to my bed where we just lay there cuddling, catching our breaths and enjoying each other’s touch.   

We then chatted for a while, telling each other what we’ve been doing since we arrived at the hotel.  I really had only just arrived that morning, worked out that one time, and went to the pool when I then met him. 

But Bob had been here for a week already and he said that he hadn’t done that much, other than being on his laptop working a lot or relaxing at the pool.  He also said that he had had all of his meals either in his room while working or at the pool café. 

Speaking of meals, I was starving and realized that I hadn’t eaten since breakfast.  We finally released each other to get dressed. 

I started looking for the tee shirt that I had worn down at the pool, and then remembered that I had given it to Bob to hold for me.  “What happened to my tee-shirt?”  I asked him.

“Well, I didn’t think you’d care since I’m sure that you have more of them.  But I put it in my beach bag as a sort of souvenir of you.  Do you mind?”  He looked at me with a cute questioning face.

I gave him a smirk, followed by a smile indicating that that was OK.

He got a change of clothes from his beach bag, not surprisingly, and I got from my suitcase a new shirt.  We were soon heading down to the hotel’s trendy white-tablecloth, but yet casual-feeling, restaurant next to the beach. 

There was a band playing ‘70’s rock music ala Elton John and Carole King as we took seats at a private table right next to the sand for our early dinner together.  Temps were around 80 degrees, and a nice breeze was coming off the ocean.  We were also afforded pretty amazing dramatic views of the unusually rough seas out there. 

We talked almost constantly for the couple of hours that we were there over great food and the sharing of a bottle of Cabernet.  I was wearing a lavender-colored polo shirt, which of course was very tight and sexily revealing, causing lots of stares from the other patrons. 

And, what also frequently happens, our obviously gay waiter was being a bit too solicitous with me in particular.  He seemed to use any excuse to come over and refill my wine or water glasses and ask how everything was.  I’m not so sure Bob was happy about being almost ignored by him! 

He told me that he is an investment counselor for a large nationwide brokerage house in New York.  But I was somewhat surprised that he was careful not to give me the company’s name, still feeling protective of his sexuality getting out to his colleagues and clients.

Bob said that he works mostly virtually from his home in New York, but it really also could be any place around the world when he’s traveling.  He does need to occasionally come by the office for meetings, but even they are sometimes done virtually as well.

I told him about the home-gym supply company that I signed with to promote, its headquarters being near my home in Minneapolis.  I wasn’t secretive about giving him its name and I said that I should be starting on the contract any day now.  Hopefully they won’t be asking me to start where it would be interrupting this vacation.   

We talked also about where we grew up - me on a poultry farm outside the twin cities, and him in a bedroom-borough of New York City. 

Bob was sort of shocked to hear me tell him that I came out when I was still an early teenager.  “My parents found my pictures of naked men and sat me down for a talk.  I expressed no shame or apology and just simply told them that I was gay.  Period.  And that really was it.  They were, I’m sure, upset and disappointed, but the issue never really arose again.“

He told me that he wasn’t out to friends and family until he was in his twenties and that it’s still difficult in this day and age to be open at a “white-shoe” firm that advises elite very wealthy clientele.  “There are still very conservative people out there who, if they had a choice, would prefer not to have a gay man as their financial advisor,” he sadly said to me.  “Go figure!” 

We paid the check and walked out onto the beach for a stroll as it was still light out with a balmy breeze, though the clouds were starting to collect for something maybe threatening soon.   

We were very much in sync, enjoying our conversation and attraction to each other.  And something else was also happening here between us.  Something that was new for me, and I didn’t think that I had ever experienced or felt before.

[growingbull89]

Lovely so far and excited to read more 

[DennisFLL]

1 hour ago, growingbull89 said:

Lovely so far and excited to read more 

I'm happy, growingbull89, that you're liking the read!  The next chapter should be out by next weekend.