I absolutely love huge, freaky muscle. Nothing turns me on more than the sight of an obscenely pumped, ridiculously huge, insanely shredded muscle monster, flexing and squeezing his superhuman mass. Every single absurdly sized, outrageously pumped body part twitching and bulging underneath his inhumanly thin, cling wrap skin.
Everything and anything about the sight of a huge, ripped bodybuilder drives me absolutely crazy. I love the ridiculously dark bronzed tan they often use on stage, the way it enhances the muscles and makes them look as freakishly ripped and cut as humanly possible, and I absolutely love the arrogant, cocky, superior attitude that comes with being a monstrous mountain of muscle. People who would give anything just to touch their freakishly developed muscle mass. People exactly like me. What it would be like to have a bodybuilder flexing within inches of me, seeing that huge, ripped mass twitching and bulging before my eyes, and of course, what it would be like to reach out and touch that flexed muscle.
How it would feel to have that hard, pumped mass bulging and flexing beneath my fingers? I had always known that the possibility of this happening was fairly slim. I knew that most competitive bodybuilders were straight, and that the small percentage of gay ones would probably only be interested in other bodybuilders, not a guy like me, who had built up a small amount of muscle from regularly going to the gym, but for all intent and purposes, was still a slim guy.
Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to find a bodybuilder who would make my fantasies a reality how and when I did. All of that changed, however, last Saturday afternoon. It was a bodybuilder. A genuine picture of a huge, ripped, tan drenched bodybuilder in an abs and thighs pose at what looked like a competition.
It was so surreal to see such an image on a gay dating website I visited regularly. In the midst of all these ordinary, regular sized guys was a huge, pumped muscle freak. As his main picture appeared in full size, I instantly recognised him. He was a pretty well known American bodybuilder, who was rumoured to be gay. I got instantly hard looking at his main picture. He was handsome, with big pretty eyes, and a shaved head. The picture, as suspected, was of him in competition squeezing the most amazing abs and thighs pose.
His enormous biceps were bulging either side of his head, his gorgeous looking deeply cut abdominals were fully crunched, and his phenomenally thick and amazingly detailed quads were tensed.
His eyes were closed and his mouth was forced wide open in the most shamelessly cocky and arrogant facial expression. Another one of his profile pictures, a most muscular shot from the same show, beautifully showed off his impressive upper body and fully displayed his monstrous sized delts and insatiably thick pecs. As my eyes eagerly scanned the other pictures of this amazing muscle freak, a side chest shot in what looked like a gym locker room, displaying his fantastic cuts, impressive size and ridiculously gorgeous looks, and a close up shot taken in the bathroom mirror brilliantly displaying his ripped abs and huge arms, I started to wonder whether this profile could actually be genuine.
My hope grew further as I scanned the brief text on his profile. In town for a short time. Looking for sexy guys who appreciate big muscles. My mind was racing with questions. Could this be the real deal? If he was in competition condition did that mean he was competing here in London? I had to message him. As I thought about what I could possibly say to this potentially genuine competitive bodybuilder, I realised just having the opportunity to speak to him, and the prospect of a simple reply, no matter how short, was pretty amazing.
I decided to play to my strengths. I was crazy about muscle and bodybuilders and taking the sexual element of it aside, I had a genuine interest in the bodybuilding industry. Follow the competitions, been to a couple of shows, seen a lot of the big pros. Awesome to find a genuine competitive bodybuilder on here!
You look amazing. Insane cuts and definition, the quads are especially crazy, awesome sweeps, incredible size all over, impressive fullness and thickness of the pecs. Would be great to hear from you, if not take it easy and keep up the amazing work. I got to the screen, and nothing. My heart sank, but then, about three seconds later, a message notification came through. Great to hear from a genuine fan!
Staying at a hotel in the Docklands. My stomach leaped into my chest. This was something I just had to do, whatever the outcome. I agreed to go round straight away. I was incredibly nervous getting ready in my flat, and even downed two shots of neat vodka to calm my nerves. I was potentially about to meet and have sex with a real American bodybuilder in competition condition. The book is available here for US peeps. UK link here. Excellent fiction or is it fictional? Facebook Tweet Mail.