From: jcf929@yahoo.com

Meeting Rick

True story...no lie!

My name is John.  Temporarily living in Philly.  Moving back to L.A. 
in the fall.

Was living in West Hollywood, CA at the time.  It was about a year ago.  Came 
back from a bar, hornier than hell.  Decided to surf the internet and wound up 
in that Muscle Room on Gay.com.

Me:  6'/190/masc btm/work out/br/br/Italian good lks/hry ch & abs/8.5 thick 
inches/into worshiping huge muscle freaks!

Well this guy named Rick popped onto the screen and asked if I wanted to chat in 
private.  "Sure", I said.  He told me he lived up north and was into phone sex.  
I told him I hadn't tried it before but was curious.  "What do you look like?" I 
asked.

"I'm 6 feet...same as you...but a lot bigger...250 and hard as rock!  
Spanish...could pass for Italian.  54" chest...22 inch arms...34 inch 
waist...some light chest hair, mostly around my nips and between my pecs...real 
hairy six-pack and thick powerful hairy legs.  Real strong too!"

He got me so horny talkin' about himself I decided to give him my phone number.  
I couldn't believe how hot this guy made me over the phone.  We must have 
chatted for 2 hours, jerkin' off together.  He said I made him hornier than 
anyone he ever chatted with.  We hit it off so well we became regular chat 
buddies.

A few months later he said he had business in L.A. and wanted to meet.  With a 
little hesitation, I agreed.  I'd heard about so many fakes on the net that I 
wasn't sure if I could go through with it.

He called me when he arrived in town and talked me into letting him drop by my 
place.  We decided on a time.

What would he look like?  We hadn't even exchanged pics!  Would he be as big as 
he said he was over the phone, or just a fake?  His voice made me so hot I just 
had to meet him!

There was a knock on the door.  I hesitantly opened it.  I couldn't believe my 
fucking eyes!  This huge monster was standing at my doorway.  He wasn't 
gorgeous, but good looking in a real masculine sort of way.  Dark brown hair cut 
real short...military style, and a day's growth of beard.  He wore a real tight 
white short-sleeve button-down shirt and tight-fitting jeans.  He smiled, put 
his arms up over his head so that he was holding onto the top of the door frame 
and leaned in a little.  He teased me by flexing just enough to make his lats 
spread slightly and to show off the thickness of his arms.  He pressed his 
elbows against the sides of the doorway and began pushing.  I swear I could hear 
the frame craking from the pressure.  He walked in and closed the door behind 
him.

"Oh my God!" I said.  He touched my lips with his index finger to hush me.  Then 
he raised his right arm up and began to flex it.  "Fell it!" he said.  I molded 
my hand around it as he flexed it.  "Holy shit, man...it's huge!" I said as I 
felt the thickness of it through his shirt sleeve.  "Fell it!" he kept saying as 
he flexed it harder and harder.  I could see it growing in front of me.  "Feel 
the power of it John!"  He kept flexing it as hard as he could.  His arm started 
shaking from the stress.  He shouted "I CAN'T STOP FLEXING IT 
JOHN...GGRRR...GGGRRRR!!"  With that the sleeve began to actually split!  I 
couldn't believe it.  This guy's shirt was actually ripping from the pressure of 
his bicep flexing.  "OH MY GOD!" I kept saying as his bicep started peaking out 
of the material.  He kept flexing it harder and harder until the seam split 
completely.  "YEAH!!" he yelled.  Then he pressed his body into me, pushing me 
against the living room wall.  I could feel his hard cock against mine through 
our jeans.  He raised his other arm up so he was in a double-bi position.  He 
flexed his lats and bi's so hard that the seams on both sides of his shirt 
ripped and the other shirt sleeve ripped at the same time.  "HOLY SHIT!!" I 
yelled, positioning both my hands on his biceps.  He kept grunting louder and 
louder while he flexed, splitting the seams so that his veiny lats and bi's were 
completely visible.  Then he put his arms down and began flexing his chest.  His 
top button was already open.  I could see the deep hairy line between his pecs.  
His chest started expanding, stretching the material until the three top buttons 
popped exposing his thick muscle.  "Un-fuckin'-believable!" I said with a 
dropped jaw.  I placed my hands on his upper chest, feeling the striated muscle 
as he flexed for me.  "YEAH JOHN...FEEL THIS FUCKIN' MUSCLE!!"

Then he picked me up underneath both my armpits...and I wrapped my legs around 
him.  He humped me for a while then carried me into my bedroom.  We both 
stripped out of our clothes, both our cocks pointing straight up at each other.  
He looked me deep in the eye, then knelt down in front of me.  He raised up his 
right arm again.  
That one had the most veins!  He flexed it slightly, but not completely, and 
positioned my cock between his bicep and forearm.  He started flexing it as hard 
as he could.  I felt his bicep and forearm as he did this.  It felt so 
hard...like rock...veins crawling all over it!  "GGGRRRRRR...FEEL MY 
POWER...FEEL THE POWER OF THIS ARM...FEEL IT!!!"  I couldn't believe he was 
doing this to me.  I began to feel faint from the excitement.  "Stop...I don't 
want to cum yet" I yelled.

With that he let go.  But instead of giving me a break, he placed my cock 
between his huge pecs.  He wrapped his arms around my hips...pulling me into 
him.  At the same time, flexing his pecs so hard they surrounded my cock.  I 
could feel the thickness of them around my cock.  I could feel the hair between 
his pecs on the underside of my cock as I pushed against him.  While he flexed, 
I began grinding my cock against him, literally fucking his pecs.  "Yeah 
man...fuck this muscleman's pecs...yeah...come on...come on!!  I CAN"T STOP 
FLEXING JOHN!!!"  I couldn't believe how hot this felt!  "GOD!!" I yelled.  I 
guess he could tell that I was about to cum and finally let go of his grip.

He got up and looked over at the corner of the bedroom.  I wondered what he was 
looking at.  He walked over to my curling bar and took the weights off of it.  
"What are you going to do with that?" I asked.  "This is for later!" he said.

He pushed me onto the bed, lying the bar next to me.  He propped some pillows 
under my head and shoulders so that I could see him better.  
Then he took me by the legs and positioned my calves so that they were lying on 
his shoulders.  I could feel his fingers lubing my hole.  He leaned over 
me...both his huge ham-like arms along each side of me.  I could feel the tip of 
his cock against my hole.  He pushed the tip of it in to tease me.  "Ready for 
this muscleman to fuck you John???"  I was speechless!  With a roar he shoved 
his cock into me so hard I thought I would go through the fucking headboard!  
I reached up to grab his huge massive pecs.  I cupped my hands around them.  I 
could feel the weight of them bouncing slightly as he pounded his cock into me.  
He must have fucked me for an hour.  I couldn't get enough of him...feeling his 
pecs...arms...shoulders.  He was so massive...his chest was like hair covered 
rock with thick and thin veins crawling all over it...branching out to his 
shoulders...leading down to his heavy ham-like arms.  I couldn't stop feeling 
him.  He kept flexing over and over again while he fucked me.  
Groaning...yelling...screaming while he flexed.  He was an animal!  He raised 
his arms up in a double-bi.  He flexed them so hard they double peaked.  I held 
onto them while he flexed and fucked me.  "Yeah you fuckin' animal...fuck 
me...fuck me you bull!!!"  With that he grabbed the curling bar beside me.  He 
placed it behind his neck and started straining.  "No...he wasn't going to try 
and bend this.  No way!" I thought.  He strained harder and harder.  Veins were 
popping out everywhere, his skin was turning deep red too.  I couldn't believe 
it.  He was trying to bend the fucking bar while he fucked me!  
"GGGRRRRR...GGGGGRRRRR!!"  I thought the veins in his head were going to pop.  
The bar actually began to bend.  I couldn't believe it!  I could feel his cock 
getting thicker and harder inside me as he was bending it.  "OH MY GOD!" I 
yelled.  I kept feeling his arms as he was bending the bar.  Muscles on muscle 
were popping out everywhere!  He kept moaning and yelling...straining every 
muscle until the bar was almost a U-shape.  "FELL THE POWER!!  FEEL MY FUCKIN' 
POWER" he yelled.  With that I could feel him explode inside of me...his warm 
cum filling me up.  I came too...my cum flew everywhere...in the air...back down 
on me...onto his chest...everywhere.  I came harder than I ever did before...I 
must have shot at least twelve time!  He threw the bar down and collapsed on top 
of me.  He kissed me and then whispered in my ear "Nice to finally meet you 
John!"

OK!  Well it isn't really true.  But hey...it could happen!  Any big guys out 
there want to make my fantasy cum true.  Either here in Philly or when I get 
back to L.A.???  Drop me an e-mail!

-JOHN