From: jab415@hotmail.com this is my first attempt at writing a story. i have been reading all the stories other members have submitted and felt the need to contribute. please let me know what you guys think...and if I should continue with the story. by the way the story is based upon an encounter i did have a few years back, although the story is greatly enhanced. MUSCLE ENCOUNTER by JAB This is the story of my most memorable muscle encounter of all time. My name is Shane and I have been a total muscle addict for as long as I can remember, starting out when I was a teenage in high school. I would go to the gym to work out just to be near the muscle gods that I lusted after. And there were some HOT young studs in high school. Just the thought of being near all that muscle beef is what kept me going to the gym day after day. My desire to be around muscle continued after high school and my addiction to muscle grew even more intense. And the coolest thing that came of my obsession was the I had developed quite a body for myself. By the time I was 21 I stood about 6'2" and weighed a solid 220 pounds of muscle. My arms were a little over 18.5 inches and my chest was covered with a light coat of fur that led down to my navel and all of this with a 33-inch waist. I was always careful when I worked out so that I thought I was not being obvious when I stared at others when they worked out. And I purposely picked the PowerHouse Gym to join as it had the reputation of being the "gym for muscleheads" and that was what I needed. Now anyone into muscle knows that the PowerHouse is where the big boys go to workout. The average guy at the PowerHouse was at least 6' plus tall and weighed at least 250 plus. I mean these were total muscle gods. Besides just being able to be surrounded by muscle, I also got to hear the sound of muscle, as there is an intense competitive nature among the guys to top each other with poundages lifted. The sound of a total stud lifting inhuman amounts of weight and the groaning that goes with it can make me hard in a second. And me getting hard was always a problem there, which is why I always worked out wearing loose fitting sweatpants, the better to hide my pleasure! Over the years I began to figure out the best "muscle viewing" times to work out. I knew when each of my favorite studs would be working out, and my schedule was always around theirs. I varied my schedule as there were always new guys coming into the gym, but I found the best time to work out were late in the evenings after 10 or 11. It was during one of those late night sessions that I first saw Dave. It was a Monday night and I arrived at the gym to do my bicep/tricep workout around 10:30 and as I entered the weight room that's when I saw him. It was like I was looking at a pure mountain of muscle. He stood at least 6'4" and must have weighed at least 300 pounds and all of this with a waist that had to be no more than a 34. To describe him with mere words would be an injustice. There were rivers of pulsing veins covering his massive chest and arms. He was wearing tight gray flannel workout shorts and the barest string tank top possible. His thighs were so massive that I could literally make out the veins that were visible on his thighs as the shorts simply looked like they were sprayed onto his body. I could tell his thighs were so massive that there was no space between as he walked. From the sweat that was pouring off his body, I could tell that he had been working out for a while already. He pushed my muscle addiction into high gear and yes I wanted to walk over and feel the heat and hardness of each and every muscle in his body, but I would have to be content with just watching him workout. He was staring at his biceps in the mirror and since I was also planning on doing my biceps, I figured this would be a great opportunity to view my new muscle god. Now, I started by curling my first set with 50lb dumbbells and I was going to do another set with 60, then 65 and finish with as many reps using a 70lb as I could. As I was in the middle of my first set with the 50's Dave walked over and easily grabbed the 120's and started curling away, like the weight was nothing. He was doing alternative curls so as one bicep got pumped up, the other bicep hung there with his veins pulsing as they were filled with blood. I knew I was going to have a hard time concentrating, and I was right. He pumped out 15 reps with the 120's before racking them and moving on to the 140's. He proceeded to grind out 15 more reps with the 140's, and his form was 100% perfect with no cheating whatsoever. And if you could have been there you would agree that it was like he was just willing his biceps to grow with each rep he did. After he racked the 140's, he stood in the mirror, flexing his massive arms, which by this time looked like two huge footballs. After a minute or so, he walked over to the 150's and did another amazing set of 15 reps. By this time I had moved on to my seated dumbbell curls on the bench next to Dave. My mind was just racing with thoughts of this muscle giant curling more weight than I had ever seen, and I could not wait to go home and make him my next jerk off fantasy. But, just when I thought he would move onto another exercise, he walked over to the end of the rack and grabbed the 200lb dumbbells. In my entire time working out there I had never seen anyone use them, and they looked almost new, due to the fact that they were rarely used. He stood facing the mirror with the most intense look on his face that I have ever seen on anyone. I was thinking that he was paying attention to no one else but himself, but later I would find out that I was wrong. He later told me that he was looking around to find out who the closest person was to him to get their reaction, and I was that person. He managed to pump out 8 reps with the 200 lb dumbbells, rack them and then proceed to examine his biceps to check out his amazing pump. To my amazement, he smiled at me then continued flexing his biceps and triceps. In my mind I was guessing that he had to be sporting at least 24inch guns by now. Then as quickly as entered the room, he smiled one more time at me and proceeded to leave the room. Well needless to say, I could hardly wait to see this muscle beast again. I actually had to go into the locker room and jerk off; he had gotten me so worked up. But unfortunately, I was disappointed the next several times I went to the gym Dave was not there. I tried going a little before and after the time I originally saw him, but for a week after, nothing. Little did I know my wildest fantasy dream would come true soon enough. It was a Friday night and I had intended to be at the gym by 10pm, but my schedule got all screwed up and I didn't make it there until midnight. As I entered the weight room, my jaw dropped to the floor as there he was, Dave and he was the only one in the room. He was over on the bench press and he was in the middle of pumping out a pretty heavy set. Now, I know he was easily able to lift the weight on the bar, but he noticed me enter the room and called out that he was going to be adding a few more plates, and asked me if I could spot him. My mouth went instantly dry, but I managed a "sure, no problem". He already had 2 plates on each side and said he was going to add two more on each side. At first I thought they were 45's, but looked closely and found out they were 100 pound plates and this guy was going to add 200 more pounds. I started talking about how strong he was, and even though I thought I must have sounded like an idiot to him, he just looked at me, and gave my pecs a pat and said that I was pretty built myself and that if I worked out with him, I would be amazed. After loading up the bar, I positioned myself behind him and I was just in awe of his chest. Even from this angle, I could tell he did some heavy-duty pec work and the striations on his chest were even showing despite the fact that he had a nice coating of fur on his chest. He started to lift the weight, after I gave him help on the lift off. And I could almost swear that he was smiling up at me as he started to lift, then he started pressing 600 pounds plus the bar, as if it were nothing. But, it was the sound of his breathing as he pumped out the reps that got me. After 10 reps he sat up and started talking about how he worked his pecs. And at that point he grabbed my hand and pulled it towards his chest and rubbed my hands all over his hairy pecs, only to look at me and ask me how that felt? I could not believe this was happening, but decided to go along with it. He obviously got off on showing off and since I am a total muscle slave, I was in hog heaven. I told him that I have never felt such muscle and that I would kill to have pecs like that. Again, he just said, "work out with me, and you can get pecs like this". He told me one of the best things to do when working the chest is to keep your chest tight while lifting. I guess it was the puzzled look on my face, but he understood that I did not know what he was talking about. He told me he was going to do another set, and as he lay down on the bench, Dave looked at me and told me to face him, straddle his hips and sit down and place my hands on his chest. Again, it must have been the look on my face, but he smiled and told me that he wanted me to feel the way his chest contracted while he was lifting. At this point, my mind went into total overload, as I could not even believe this was happening. Here I was, sitting on this total stud with my butt resting on his crotch and he was about to bench press a weight that I could only hope to lift someday. He told me to "hold on for ride" and he proceeded to lift the bar. (at this point I noticed how easy it was for him to lift the bar so he really didn't need my help for the lift off in the first place and this just fueled my fantasy even more) As he did each rep, I could feel his chest lifting my entire body as he was pressing the bar up and down. I was also beginning to notice that towards the end of the set, his cock was beginning to grow as well. He finished the set and sat up so that we were facing each other and were no more than inches apart. He asked how that felt and the only thing that came to mind was "Hot" and this made his grin grow even wider. I also decided to push my luck a little and commented on other parts of him that were growing as well. Again, he smiled and said that always happens when he is with another muscle stud. My face turned bright red at that comment and he just looked at me at told me that he thought I was a very HOT guy. To which I replied that he was absolutely the hottest muscle stud I had ever seen. We started talking more and the conversation led to me telling him that I could not believe how strong he was. With that Dave just looked at me with this strange look in his eyes and proceeded to tell me how that was his real reason for lifting. He just loved knowing how strong he was and loved he idea of knowing that he was stronger than every other guy in the gym. He also told me that he knew how much. I was into muscle and wanted to know if I would be interested in him showing me just how strong he was. He also told me that even though he lifted heavy weights at the gym, he likes to lift outside the gym where he can try other ways of seeing how strong he is. It was like he was reading my mind, and I just blurted out how I totally got off on musclemen and feats of strength. Dave just patted me on the shoulder and told me how he had always wished he could find someone that he felt comfortable with and that also was into muscle as much as he was. To which I just looked at him for a second and all I could do was to grab his biceps with each of my hands and he immediately flexed. You cannot even imagine the power I was feeling beneath my hands. Hands that could not even go around his entire arm, I was just holding onto his peaks. At this point Dave told me to hold on and he started to stand up, while I was still gripping (but not even denting) his mountains of bicep muscle. And since he is taller than me, I was suspended in mid air and we were face to face. As I was being help up by Dave, he started flexing his mighty arms and I could feel my entire body rise and fall with each flex. Now this sure as heck was one awesome ride. He lowered me to the ground and asked me if I wanted to see more…… Let Me Know What You Guys Think.... To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: StrengthFantasies- unsubscribe@egroups.com