Padraig
patreon
You Ain't Seen Nothin' Yet, Part 1
🕑 Added 2022-05-14 16:58:10 +0000 UTC
This story was one I wrote years ago, but I was never really happy with how it came out. I think with some recent re-writes, however, it's much-improved (and I hope you like it).
It was only mid-May, but it was already as brutally hot as the dog days of August. The time was 1:30am, the temperature was still well over 90°, the humidity was nearly 100%.
Tonight, like most nights, I was working out in the 24-hour gym and had just finished pumping up my biceps. Also like most nights, I had the entire place to myself, which was my preference. Just me and the weights…focusing on growing my muscles…with buckets of sweat streaming out of my pores.
As I was about to start my final set, the most incredible-looking man strutted out of the locker room…tall, blond, gorgeous, and somewhere in his mid-20s. His baggy clothes concealed most of his body, but I could tell he was very well-built…like, incredibly well-built. The stud walked over to the incline bench and started pumping out some quick reps, and even though the bar was loaded with 250 pounds, he made it look as easy as lifting a broomstick.
Although I was exhausted from my workout, I decided to stay for a while and see if things got interesting. I sat down on the lat machine so I’d have a good view of the free weight area.
After a quick set of twenty reps, this dream man moved over to the squat machine and proceeded to squat nearly 500 pounds for twenty reps. Again, he made the weight look like it was nothing. Next, he went over to the preacher bench, grabbed a 100-pound dumbbell, and started to do preacher curls with the weight. He alternated arms and finished his set by doing 20 reps with each arm.
It during this last warm-up exercise that he noticed that I was staring at him. He looked straight at me and furrowed his brow. Even though I was 30 feet away, I felt as though he was right next to me. I tried to keep calm and continue my lat pulls, but I couldn't keep my eyes off him. It was almost as if I was being pursued.
The muscle stud then went over to his bag and pulled out a water bottle. After taking a few sips, he set the bottle back down and walked directly over to me. Now I’m 6'2" and weigh about 200 pounds. I have worked hard to develop my physique, with my 48-inch chest tapering down to a rock-hard 29-inch waist. My 17.5-inch biceps have a decent size peak and a thick vein running down the middle of it. I’ve also trained in martial arts and done a little boxing, so I'm confident that I can handle myself in most situations…but I thought I might be in a bit of trouble this time. When this dream man walked over, my knees went weak as I saw just how huge he really was. He was a good three inches taller than me and at least twice my size. I felt like a Subaru next to a semi-truck.
I was really surprised, however, when he smiled and said "My name's Lex. Sure is hot in here, isn't it?"
Somehow, I managed to respond coherently. "Yeah, it’s a real furnace. I’m Paul, by the way."
Lex smiled again. "Since it’s just you and me here, Paul, I think I'm going to make myself more comfortable. No need to get my clothes drenched with sweat.”
Grabbing both sides of his sweatpants, Lex slowly lowered them down his legs, and I audibly gasped at the reveal. His quads looked like they were easily 38 inches, and his calves had to be at least 24. He was shredded to the bone, with no trace of fat seen anywhere on his legs. There were huge veins everywhere, crisscrossing his quads and calves, and with even the slightest movement, you could see the muscle fibers dancing under his skin.
"What do you think?" asked Lex as he looked up to meet my eyes.
“Honestly, I’ve never seen someone who was so ripped and so huge. Your legs are freaking insane, and your level of conditioning is obscene.” I was very quickly getting hard by this point.
"You ain’t seen nothin’ yet," replied Lex. He crossed his hands, grabbed his oversized sweatshirt on each side, and started to lift it off.
I nearly fainted for two reasons. First, I had always considered myself very lucky to have such a small, ripped waist. I worked hard for my six-pack abs and knew that I was genetically blessed to have had only a 29-inch waist and still be over 6 feet tall. I also had a huge attraction to really built guys with this same feature, so imagine how turned on I was to see that this muscle freak had what looked to be a waist that was no bigger than 25 inches around. Not only that, but his six-pack was also actually a ten-pack with even those really hard-to-see abdominal muscles forming deep ridges in his stomach. His abs were so big and cut that it looked like I could stick my finger all the way in to my first knuckle in each of the muscled rows.
The second reason I almost fainted was because I could now see the clear outline of Lex’s package, which was barely contained in a tiny posing strap. Although he was completely hairless everywhere else, just a few tufts of curly blond hair reached over the bright red suit. His dick looked like it was 10 inches soft and about as thick as a beer can. He was clearly physically blessed in every way he could be.
I looked down and saw that my 8-inch cock was at full mast. Although I am sure that Lex saw my reaction to his muscular body, he didn't say anything. He just kept smiling away as he watched me get erect merely by looking at his unbelievable body, and then he finally lifted the shirt over his head and threw it on the floor.
I couldn't believe how big his chest was. His pecs defied gravity as they billowed out insanely over his abs and created a huge overhang, and his half-dollar sized nipples pointed towards the floor because his chest was so huge and thick. It had to be at least 65 inches around – maybe even 70.
Lex’s arms were also fucking monsters – at least 25 inches at their peak – and laced with more veins than I could care to count. I took one look at these pythons and spontaneously creamed in my shorts….something I have never even come close to doing before. I had to grab onto a nearby post to keep from falling over.
Seeing that I had created a mess in my shorts, Lex asked, "Did I make you do that?"
I nodded my head, indicating that he had indeed caused me to cum just by taking off his shirt and displaying his physique for me. With my mouth parched and my mind going crazy, I somehow managed to get out the words, "Can I touch your muscles?"
"Sure,” Lex responded. “But let me flex for you first. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet."
I didn't think things could get any better, but I was completely wrong.
