From: "castereric" One Night out at the Track God was he out of shape. Just four years earlier he had managed to do what no one had thought possible. He had transformed the 310-pounds of flab that made up his 5'10' frame into 180 lbs of trim lean sinew and muscle. He had turned himself into a guy with a nice athletic build. His name was Josh. It had taken Josh about a year, but he looked fantastic; not quite underwear model material, but he looked good. He had about 5% body fat, and lifted weights almost daily. His one fault was that he hadn't packed on enough muscle to compensate for his colossal loss of fat and loose skin. What this translated to was no six-pack, and not a lot of vasculature or well defined muscle. He just really couldn't gain enough muscle, no matter how hard he tried. Perhaps it was the fact that he was training for a marathon and ran about 70 miles a week; about 8 to 10 during the week, and 23 on Sundays. Who cared, he felt great, and he still looked fantastic, especially compared to that guy he use to be when he started graduate school. Still, he pushed hard...too hard. After one particularly long run he felt a thing pop and pain like he'd never felt before. Excruciating pain. He'd torn a ligament near his knee. Seven months later he could barely walk without a limp. Three years later, he was just able to jog a 1/4 mile without pain. He had also gained back 60 lbs. God was he out of shape. So, here he was, at the track near his school, desperately trying to regain the shape he'd worked so hard for. This time it was harder though. He looked at the athletic forms on the track. He longed to look like what he had always been attracted to; sweaty athletic, defined muscle, wet and dripping sinew, defined features, strength, attitude, veins throbbing, smooth skin...again, glistening muscle. He was determined to get in even better shape than he'd been before. Still, this was a big obstacle to overcome. Before his body was in good working order...now he had a bump on the inside of his knee where his medial collateral ligament had once helped contract his quadriceps and keep his knee aligned. The added weight made things even more difficult. So, he found himself at the half-mile track at 10 past 10 in the pm...too embarrassed of his lack of athletic prowess to go in the prime time, more embarrassed of the extra weight he carried. God was he out of shape. He stretched some more; making sure all was in working order. He looked around and, raised the volume on his iPod...and started walking. He had to start somewhere. He'd eventually run the last half of a lap, but for now he'd walk the first 3 miles. On his second lap around, he noticed what had to be the most attractive guy he'd ever seen. This guy was at the chin up bar by the track. He was about 6'4, dirty blonde, and built. He wasn't exactly pro-bodybuilder huge, but he was built. You could see every contour of every muscle on him. You could also see a roadmap of veins on his forearms and even on his legs. He wore tiny running shorts and a muscle shirt. After stretching, he took off his shirt, and threw it on the ground next to his sports bag. Josh figured he had taken some sports drink, or put his keys in there. He took something out of the bag and rubbed it all over his torso and legs; some kind of lotion, Josh guessed. With the lotion on he looked even more incredible. The guy had the most ripped midsection Josh had ever seen. He'd never seen a 10 pack in real life, but this guy had one. You could even see the striations on his abs and a couple of veins running up them. On there sides were additional supporting muscle and sinew. His chest was also incredible. Again, it wasn't pro-bodybuilder huge, but it was big and striated. He decided to crank out a couple of chin ups, which made his muscle pop out even more. Every muscle on his shoulders and back stood at attention. He had an incredible V-taper that scrambled down to an impossibly thin waist. At the base of his back you could see a Christmas tree of muscle form, further accentuating the waistline in comparison to the spread of his lats. This guy was a walking wet dream. He was sex on legs, and he was right in front of Josh. He finally stopped, and noticed Josh staring. The guy winked at Josh, and then took off running. Embarrassed Josh looked away, only turning back to try and get one more glimpse for the pornographic mental camera. Josh could see his back as he sped off on the track, his thighs shaking with power and his perfectly shaped calves push him off, not to mention that ass, which seemed to bob while he ran, and then he was gone. He'd left his bag there. Josh was sure he'd come back after his run. After about his fifth lap, the bag was still there, and the stud was nowhere in sight. Josh kept on walking, and walked about two more laps. The bag was still there, and the hunk, nowhere in sight. Josh ran his last lap. Call it lack of oxygen, or the image of muscle still burning in the pornographic RAM, but Josh got a crazy idea in his head...maybe he should take the bag. If he found some ID he could return it to the guy. One more chance to see him, even meet him. If nothing else, he could satisfy certain fetishes. He could put on the God's sweaty shirt, maybe even find some other clothes in there. His imagination raced. When he reached the spot, he stopped stretched a bit and waited a little while longer to see if he came on by. Nope. The track was nearly empty now. It was getting closer to midnight now, and Josh had to leave. He heaved the bag over his shoulder and headed for his truck, his heart thumping hard from the run, or perhaps carrying the bag was getting him "excited". He sped off home and arrived in record time. He reached for his keys and quickly opened the door. Josh set the bag on his coffee table. He opened it up and the smell that came out was intoxicating. You could smell the sweat. It wasn't nauseating. It was different, even sexy, as if to conjure every workout this guy had ever had. Inside was a pair of socks, the shirt, and a jock strap. The lotion was in there too, and an old pair of size 14 cleats. No ID in sight. Something overtook him, perhaps the smell, perhaps a fetish, and he put on the jock strap, the socks and the cleats, and finally the shirt. To, be honest, he almost broke the jockstrap. His waist tested the elastic around the waistband, but it held. He felt a jolt of erotic electricity as the mesh on the jock touched his balls. Instant hard on might best describe it. He even felt a tingle up his back. As the mesh rubbed against the hairs on his balls there was a cool feeling that just intensified everything. It was like getting your balls licked without the wet feeling. Think of somebody rubbing the head of your uncircumcised cock in tiny circles and then pinching it a bit. That's how it felt, and the shoes...he loved how his feet swam inside the size fourteen cleats. They made him feel, well taller, more powerful. If he looked at himself in a mirror he saw the overweight guy he'd become, but if he looked away, he felt strong, like the guy at the track. He fell on his bed and, overwhelmed by the pleasure he felt he started to touch himself. Slowly he pulled the jock strap down. He could feel a flaming coolness in his balls. No, it felt too good to take it off. He decided to stroke through the jock strap. His feet curled inside the cleats as every muscle in his body tensed and released in what had to be the most powerful orgasm he'd experienced in his 30 years of life. What a feeling. He lay there exhausted; from the run, and from the bout of self pleasure he experienced. He looked in the bag, and saw the bottle of lotion. End of Part 1 Part 2, The lotion It wasn't like Josh needed the lotion....like his skin was dry or anything, but as he lay there in the jock strap, the breeze from the AC gently brushing him through the mesh, he closed his eyes. All he could see inside his head was that clip of the hunk putting on the lotion stored in high definition within the confines of his pornographic memory. He remembered how the lotion looked under the dim light of the lamppost. He could see the guy rubbing it on his legs, caressing the separations between his thighs, massaging his calves. He could see the shoulders glisten from the lotion, and stand at attention. He could see him rubbing it into his washboard stomach and edging down the pleasure trail, fingering the veins heading down south. He could see the guy massage his chest, and how it bounced to attention with just the tiniest hint of hair on it, and he could see this guys arms, tight, sinewy and muscular all at the same time; especially the barbwire tattoo across his bicep almost distorted by the sheen of the lotion. He could almost feel the God's forearms and the vascularity in them. He could also see that hint of dimple in his ass as he accidentally lowered his shorts when putting the lotion on his back, and without warning, picturing himself as this guy, he slapped on the lotion. The Feeling was electric. Even though the body wasn't the same, the feeling, coupled with his memories of the hunk made it feel like it was. Absolutely incredible! He reached down, and couldn't help it. He put some lotion on his cock and he instantly started oozing. God was this incredible. They say smoking crack is like a thousand orgasms all at once. For Josh, this was like a thousand crack hits with every stroke. He pulled on his balls and his dick, and came again. This time the feeling was even more intense. He could feel himself crawling deeper into his body. It was like he was falling and spinning at the same time. His eyes were closed tightly and his body felt like it was floating. It wasn't so much that he felt like he was moving, but rather, it felt like the world was moving around him. Each pulse made the orgasm even more intense, and even though he was spent (for now) the whole feeling of euphoria kept on going. The room was still moving around him, and the constant freefall was still there. Something strange started to happen. Josh's feet started to ache. His toes stretched out and incredibly were now at the tips of the cleats. When that subsided his calves and legs started to ache. The seemed to implode until they were no longer the flabby legs he had before. Then the stretched down and lost the little definition they'd gained. WOW! Josh was so overwhelmed with everything that his cock sprung to attention once more, or had it? NO, it was growing long, but still remained flaccid. It easily overflowed in length from one hand to the next with enough to hang loose. This feeling was intense and instantly made him hard. As this feeling intensified, he started to feel like he was being torn apart. His torso was stretching up and imploding instantly. His belly disappeared and a nice tight midsection appeared. The change wasn't complete yet. His arms stretched out and his hands grew bigger. The hair on his body suddenly faded away and a barbed wired tattoo appeared on his arm. As soon as this happened his calves started cramping up. They pulsed unbelievably hard. As he stretched to massage them he started feeling them expand. Towards their center a deep crevice with tiny indentations appeared. Veins started to work their way up to his thighs. It was like someone was inflating his legs. They gained muscles and striation and vascularity, but by far the most intense feeling was his ass getting tighter. He could feel each cheek expand and tighten up. When he rubbed them he could feel ridges on his butt. It had become striated. His back started expanding along with his chest and arms. His six pack turned into a ten pack and his chest blew up and instantly was covered with veins along with his midsection that led down the pleasure trail to his inner thighs. It was amazing. His lats were wide now but his back felt tight and compact. He could not only feel his muscles, but their edges and what they connected to. It was like he was turning into a walking human diagram of the male muscular system. His arms started catching up and pretty soon they were tightening up and displaying every ridge. His forearms got huge and sinewy. The feeling was amazing. He stood up and felt a bit off kilter. It was like he was....HE WAS Taller. His body felt incredible. He turned toward the mirror and there before him was the stud from the track. The same face and musculature that the guy at the track had possessed was now staring back at him. This was incredible. He took off what little clothes he had on him and stared in disbelief. He had the most incredible midsection. There before him was a ten pack with veins running across it. His arms were strong, and his back and shoulders wide. He bounced his pecs and saw how full they got. He turned around and looked at his ass. Yep, it was striated. This was the hardest ass he had ever felt. Oh god was this incredible. His legs were huge and as he bent his knee, he could see a bulge form at his hamstrings. He focused his attention forward again. Specifically, he looked at his cock. It was beyond any sculpted masterpiece. It hung between to orange sized balls loose and uncircumsized for at least 10 inches. It was thick and heavy too. It shot up at attention. He moaned from the pleasure he started feeling and caught his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were green. They had been brown before. His cheek bones were more pronounced. His lips were fuller too now, and his forehead and grown ever so slightly. His hair had gone from being a thick dark brown into a thinner dirty blonde hair. Josh really had turned into the most gorgeous guy he'd ever seen. He'd turned into the guy at the track. He decided to try this body out. Finding clothes was not easy, but he settled on some shorts and a tank top. He put on some slides and decided to go to the local sports bar. Walking in this body was incredible. Every brush of fabric made his dick stir. He also felt lots of strength and vitality that wasn't there before. He jumped up on the chinup bar and cranked out 30 with no effort. This was incredible. He then decided to try and do a backflip...yep, easy as pie. He got in his truck and took off. Even though Josh was bi, he leaned more toward men, but tonight he felt like getting some hot pussy. What usually took several visits took no time at all at the bar this time. Josh walked in and all stares were on him. Ladies started offering him drinks....wow, he was definitely going to like this. After about 10 minutes at the bar a random girl kissed him and pinched his butt. After about an hour, he was back at home with two of them. They quickly undressed him and started to fondle Josh. One of them rammed her tongue down his ass. This felt awesome. The other would kiss him and suck on his dick which was now growing beyond it's flaccid ten inches. She sat on top of him and guided his large throbbing cock inside her. She was very tight and the feeling of getting such a large member in there was explosive. It hurt Josh in the best possible way. He had sex with both women well into the night. He knew he'd have to try this on men the next day. He only wished that he could thank the hunk at the track. Perhaps he'd get his chance. End of part 2