Description Two men meet at the gym one day, and both hope to become even bigger and stronger then they once were.
|Updated||03 Nov 2018|
Hey, my name is James, just your average guy with a slightly larger than average cock. I’m 5’10’’, average looks, dirty blond hair, golden brown eyes, and a 7’’ cock. It’s pretty thick too! I’ve always been happy about that, it gets noticed quite a bit. But unfortunately that’s about all I have going. I’ve always wished that I could be the total package—you know, tall, muscular, and if I’m being honest, a larger package wouldn’t hurt. I finally decided that it was time to do something about it. I’m twenty-seven years old and not getting any younger, so I decided to join a gym.
My first day there was kind of intimidating. I was definitely the skinniest one there. My first three weeks I was to scared and self conscious to even approach the weights. I was worried that I would look stupid and be judged. I could feel the bigger guys looking at me and I could hear them saying, Oh look at him, how cute, thinks he’s one of us. Granted none of them said anything of the sort, it’s just one of my fears, so I just stuck with the bike and worked out for about thirty minutes.
After that first week I honestly considered quitting. I mean, I wasn’t really working out and it’s not like I have the body to build muscle…but there was this one guy. He was really cute, and I enjoyed watching him as he hit his circuit. I loved how his muscles bulged every time he’d work out. I loved his biceps—every time he curled I’d watch his bicep contract and pump up a little bigger, his veins growing thicker and thicker as he worked out. He wasn’t bad looking either. in fact he was gorgeous. He had black hair, and piercing blue eyes, He was a little short, 5’7’’ or 5’8’’ maybe, but his muscle more than made up for that. He wasn’t overly muscled and ‘roided up like many of the bodybuilders there, he was more aesthetic. He definitely trained to look good, and he did.
At the start of my fourth week at the gym, I walked in as if it was any other day. I checked in at the front and walked over to my bike and started pedaling. I was looking around for my reason to be here but I could not find him, probably one of his rest days. I was about ten minutes into my work out when I heard this beautiful deep voice from behind me ask, “Hey, are you interested in a free training session?”
I turned around, and it was him. “Huh?” was all I could muster.
“I said, are you interested in a free training session?” His voice was as beautiful and masculine as he was. “I’ve noticed you watching me work out a lot and figured you’d be interested,” he smiled. “You see, I’m one of the personal trainers here and I had a client cancel on me today. My name’s Bryan, by the way, and I always like to give our new clients one freebee.”
“Uh, uh yeah, I guess so,” I said sheepishly.
“So are you training for a marathon or something? You certainly like your cardio.”
“Uh, no, no I’m not… I Just….”
“Just, what? It’s okay, you can tell me, I won’t judge.”
I’m not sure what it was about him, maybe it was just how kind he was being but I felt like I was safe with him, I knew I could trust him.
“It’s just… I’m kind of embarrassed and don’t really know what I’m doing.”
“Oh, well that’s nothing. A lot of people here started out like that, but as time goes on you begin to see that everyone else is focused on their own thing, their own insecurities. So don’t worry about them. What are your goals?”
“Well, I really want to build muscle.”
“All right, and are you thinking about bodybuilding, or just adding a little?”
“Well, I think what you have looks great.” Crap! Did I really just say that? He’s going to think I’m so lame.
“Well,” he smirked, “It’s going to take some time but if you do your research you’ll get there, so lets get started. Oh, and what’s your name, by the way?”
After that he should me all the basic lifts, and showed me how to use the machines. For the first time I was truly enjoying the gym. When we got to the dumbbells he started to show me some arm workout. I just sat there mesmerized. He was glistening with sweat as he lifted the weight up and down, his biceps just bulging in front of me. Then I realized that I was starting to get aroused, and in these shorts a very prominent bulge was forming, I was feeling embarrassed again. He proceeded to hand me the weights and told me to do a few reps. As I did I could only feel my cock pressing tighter and tighter into my shorts. I really hoped he hadn’t noticed, and if he did he didn’t say anything. After that we moved on to some other exercises and then proceeded to the locker rooms, where he showed me the different lockers and where to shower.
“Well, that’s about it, you think you can manage on your own now?” he asked.
“I think so. Do you think we could do this again?”
“Well… I am actually booked full with clients right now, but I could recommend one of the other trainers. There’s Chris, he’s really good.”
“Yeah, I’ll have to look into it. Not sure if I can afford it,” I lied. I could afford it, I just was disappointed it couldn’t be him.
“Well, either way just remember what I taught you and…” he then grabbed the bottom of his shirt and slowly lifted it upward, slowly revealing each one of his abs, and then his thick muscle chest. It felt as if he were moving in slow motion. He then turned around to open his locker, every muscle glistening in sweat his back was just as amazing as the front, his perfect V taper showing off his huge lats each muscle flexing with every move he made. He turned back around, holding a towel in his hands. “…And lastly don’t forget to do your research. You got all that?” he smirked.
“Uh, yeah, I think I do… research.”
“Good. I need to hit the showers, worked up quite a sweat today. I’m definitely starting to smell,” he laughed as he headed to the showers.
I didn’t bring a towel or a change of clothes with me so I just headed home after. Once I was home I went straight to the showers myself. I got in and washed, and as I was washing myself I could help but picture how the day had been, and I got hard instantly. So I grabbed my huge cock and began stroking.
I imagined us training together, my muscle as big as his, our cocks both hard as rocks. We proceeded to the locker room complimenting each other on the great workout we had just had, we then stared deeply into each other’s eyes, each knowing what the other was thinking. He stepped closer to me, grabbed the base of my shirt and slowly lifted it over my head, pressing his hard cock into mine. I then took off his shirt, dropped it behind his had and ran my hands slowly down his body, around his big round shoulders then down his muscled pecs, and then down his abs, and around his waist. I grabbed his tight ass and pulled him closer two me. Both of our hard muscled bodies were pressing tightly into each other as we began to kiss passionately. He then proceeded to kiss my neck, and then slowly moved down to my huge pecs, lightly suckling my nipples. He then ran his tongue down the contours of my abs. As he did this he pulled my shorts down and my cock sprang out. He licked the head and teased me a little before he deep throated my huge cock. I couldn’t take anymore, and I came right inside his mouth. I watched as it dripped down his face then onto my legs. I could feel it slowly dripping down my thick thighs and on to my calves as I erupted gallons of cum.
I leaned back and slowly slid down the shower wall as I gradually come back to reality. I looked around and saw I was back in my own shower. The water was no longer hot. I toweled off and looked in the mirror. Yep, still the same scrawny guy I’d always been… but not for long.
After I got dressed I decided to do what Bryan suggested and do some research. I jumped from forum to forum, learning as much as I could. I took a couple of workouts from different bodybuilders online and made them my own. I then looked into what I should be eating and figured out a diet for the week. A lot of builders suggest that you prep everything in advance to both save time and to help fend off temptation. After I drew up my diet plan I went to the store and got everything I needed. It was a lot more expensive then I thought, but it would be worth it.
A couple weeks went by, and I was already seeing results—nothing major, but I was beginning to see some definition. Me and Bryan would occasionally acknowledge each other at the gym, he would compliment me on my form, and I on his, he sometimes even came over and told to put more weight on the bar and I did. I still fantasized about him a lot, but I knew he wouldn’t go for a scrawny guy like me. I just had to be patient and grow, and hope that he wouldn’t start seeing anyone else.
After about two months at the gym I was beginning to feel a little discouraged. I had only gained about 10 pounds. Bryan kept complimenting me and saying that my growth was great, but I honestly felt like I was behind and that I wasn’t gaining muscle fast enough. I needed more so I decided to do some research.
I went back to the bodybuilding forums in search of anything that would get me big faster. A lot of them recommended steroids, but I didn’t feel comfortable with that. After browsing and browsing I kept noticing this one advertisement come up. It was one of those cheesy ads with this obviously photoshopped dude saying you could add 30 pounds of muscle in days and become the man you were meant to be. If only, right? Eventually, though, I gave in to curiosity and clicked on the ad.
It took me to the site’s page where this giant was doing a most muscular pose. His arms had to be twice the size of my head with veins as thick as my cock. He was also extremely hairy, his whole chest was covered in it, which was unusual for bodybuilders like that. He also had a really thick beard, and long wavy brown hair. He even had an enormous cock, stretching his posing trunks to the limit. He actually looked kind of ridiculous, but the longer I stared the more I began to appreciate what he had. I eventually stopped staring at him and explored his page, fearing that I may get some computer virus. As I searched I came across several pages of different miracle pills he offered. He had some to make you more muscular, some to make to taller, more hairy, a longer cock, a thicker cock, some to make you shorter, or fatter, or thinner, no idea why he had those, but all sorts of things. It was a dreamer’s dream, and it had to be fake, there’s no way such a thing like this could exist in the world, otherwise the streets would be full of mega men. I wondered how much they were scamming people for, so I looked around but found nothing—apparently it was one of those local ads and you had to go buy it in the store. It seemed like a perfect lure to get you mugged, especially in that neighborhood. Well, that was a waste of time.
A couple more weeks had passed and still not much in the way of results. I noticed that Bryan had been coming around to see me more and more. I was beginning to think that maybe he did like me, or at least a part of me, since I’d often catch him checking out my package. I mean, I was okay with it, especially since I was always checking him out. I thought about asking him out but chickened out each time.
A couple of days later he came over to where I was working out. Of course I’m on the bike, I always like to start my workout off like that, kind of a habit now. And he asks me to work out with him.
“I’d love to,” I said. “Did your client bail again?”
“Sure did,” he said. “It’s no big deal, gives me a little more time to spend with you.”
“So what are we working today?” I’m hoping he says back and arms. I’ve always loved how pumped he gets when he works them.
“I was thinking legs today,”he said.
“Sounds great,” I lied. I hate leg workouts.
So we started working out together. I obviously couldn’t keep up with him, but we worked well together. Whenever it was my turn to lift, we unloaded the weights, and when it was his turn we piled them back on. It was crazy how strong he was. I watched as he did some squats. He got the bar on his shoulders and slowly lowered it to the bottom. His ass stuck out a bit, and he paused at the bottom of the movement, almost like he was holding it for me. After he finished his set we unloaded the bar for me, except this time he kept a couple of plates on there.
“Hey man, this is going to be way to heavy for me,” I complained. “I’m already struggling as it is.”
“Nonsense,” he said. “The only way you’re going to grow is if you push yourself. Besides, I’ll be here. If you need a spot, I got you.”
Despite my better judgment I agreed to it. I struggled to get the bar off the rack, then I did one rep. I get ready to re-rack the weight when he stepped up behind me.
“Let’s go for another,” he said. He brought his body against mine and grabbed the bar. I could feel his hard body press into mine, his rock solid chest up against my back. And then we bent down together and back up. He felt so warm against me, there was a strong heat coming off his body. As we went down for another rep I could feel myself getting instantly hard, there was no stopping it. Then we came back up and re-racked the weight. Then he leaned in closer to my ear and whispered, “Hmm, perfect,” and then he steps back.
At this point I was paralyzed and not sure what to do.
“Well,” he said, “I think that’s probably good enough for today. Let’s hit the showers.”
I grabbed my gym bag and covered my erect cock as we walked back to the locker rooms. I had so many thoughts running through my head. Am I imagining things? Is this for real, or just another one of my fantasies? We go into the locker room and he takes off his shirt, showing off his amazing physique, and I do the same.
“It looks like for starting to show some serious abs there,”he commented.
“Thanks, still nothing compared to yours,” I said, embarrassed.
“Don’t sell yourself short,” he replied. “You look great. Besides, we don’t want you getting bigger than me, right?”
I smirked a little.
“So,” he went on, “do you want to know a secret?”
“Sure, Bryan,” I said. “What is it?”
“This is kind of embarrassing, and I don’t want to weird you out too much, so don’t judge me to harshly. But I kind of have a little crush on you, and I feel like you have one on me…but I don’t want to be wrong and ruin our friendship. It’s just, I don’t have a lot of experience with this,” he ended awkwardly.
“Are you kidding me?” I couldn’t believe it, he had a crush on me! I mean, I could sense it, but who would have ever thought that a muscular stud like him could be attracted to a skinny…well, I guess no longer skinny, but lean guy like me.
“I’m sorry,” Bryan was stammering, “I was wrong, I made a mista—”
“No no no no no,” I broke in. “Sorry I’m just shocked is all. I mean, I kind of feel the same way,” I admitted.
“Really. I mean, look at you, and look at me…and what do you mean you don’t have much experience? Guys are always fawning over you, you’re the man everyone wants!”
“Thanks,” he said. “I guess its just because I’ve always felt small, I mean I’m not that tall and……I don’t know,” he said, seeming unsure of himself.
“Now, that’s nonsense, you’re perfect!”
And then just like that he leaned in and kissed me. He pulled me in closer to him, our sweaty bodies pressed tightly into each other.
After that day we began to spend a lot more time together. We still hadn’t done anything sexually yet. I’m not sure why, but whenever I tried, he would find some reason not to.
It didn’t make sense. I started to get uneasy, and was thinking it was me. Maybe he just said all that stuff to build my confidence, maybe he had just lost interest, or maybe he found someone else and just couldn’t tell me. It could have been Chris; they did work together, and spend a lot of time messing around at the gym. I mean, he was six inches taller and more muscular; maybe he even had a bigger cock then me, making him the total package. It was starting to get to me, and I had to know.
One night after Chris’s workout I was hiding out in the locker room. He came in and took off his shirt and tossed it the locker, definitely not as sexily as Bryan did it. He took of his shorts and tossed them in after the shirt, then he pulled down his briefs… and out flopped the largest cock I had ever seen. He had to be at least 10 inches, and it wasn’t even hard. He walked over to the showers, his cock swinging back and forth, taunting me without even knowing it.
That had to be it. The first thing Bryan noticed about me was my cock. He’s always staring at it. But now that I’d seen Chris’s monster I didn’t know what to do.
That night I told Bryan I wasn’t feeling well, and didn’t want his company. He sounded concerned, but I figured it was probably just because he was afraid of being caught. I went home and went straight to bed and just lay there for what felt like hours.
Eventually I gave up on sleeping and got on the computer. I started looking through the forums again, and was just started to get bored when I came across that one ad. I decided to click on it again, and I just stared at this guy. No one would ever dare cheat on him. He was actually quite perfect—he looked tall, was incredibly built, and he had a huge package, bigger then even Chris.
I just sat up the rest of the night staring at him and looking through his site. There was a testimonials page and everyone raved about how well it all worked, they even had before and after photos. Someone’s definitely got a degree in Photoshop. But the longer I stared at it the more I began to wonder. What if it’s real? What if it’s all true, and I got it wrong? So I decided that there really would be no harm in checking it out.
The next day after work I decided to skip the gym and go check out this place. I drove up to the address, and it looked like it was someone’s home. I sat in the car for about thirty minutes, when my phone started to ring. It was Bryan. I just shook my head and hit ignore. I then finally got out of the car and walked up to the door. There was a sign saying “Open, please come inside,” and I hesitated for a second and thought screw it, just do it. I went inside.
It was practically empty except for some pictures of transformations and a lone counter in the back of the room. I walked up to counter and rang the bell, then waited for a couple seconds before ringing it again. Then I heard a loud thumping noise coming from the other room. It almost sounded like footsteps. A minute later this giant figure appears. It was the guy from the ad. I stood there frozen, paralyzed with both lust and fear.
“How can I help you?” he said, his deep voice practically shaking the walls.
I just stood there staring at him. He was huge, he had to be at least 7 feet tall, his arms thicker than my legs combined. He smelled of pure masculinity, a deep musky smell—a kind of smell that anything is drawn towards.
“Sir, it’s okay,” he said calmly, “Don’t freak out. A lot of men and women have this reaction, but I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you need.”
Again his voice shook the walls. How did they even find clothes that would fit him? He was massive!
“Sir,” the man prompted.
Then he reached down and adjusted his crotch. That thing had to be down to his knees. How was this even possible? The man then turned around and started walking back to the door he came from.
“Excuse me… sir,” I said very sheepishly, still in complete shock of the beast that stood in front of me.
“Ah, I was beginning to think you were dead. Now what can I do for you?”
I just could not get over how deep his voice was. He was huge, his pecs alone had to stick out at least two feet from his chest.
“Sir, come back to me,” he said. “If I turn around again I’m not coming back.”
“Uhhhh yes,” I stammered. “I’m… uh, very, uh, sorry, it’s just… uh…”
“I know… So what are you looking for?”
I lost my words again. He was truly a magnificent beast.
He remained patient, at least for now. He seemed to be used to this kind of behavior. “Are you wanting to be taller?” he coaxed. “Hairier?… more muscular?… A bigger cock?…”
I nodded my head.
“All right, a bigger cock,” he said. “How much bigger? 3 inches?…. 6 inches?….9 inches?…..12 inches?….”
I nodded again.
“Okay,” he said, as if this were a normal exchange in any shop. “I’ll be right back.”
And then he disappeared into the back room. I was shaking a little from adrenaline. I don’t know what had come over me, or why couldn’t I talk around him. I really wanted to be more muscular, but my reactions were not working right. And 12 inches? Did I really want a 12-inch cock? I mean… it would be bigger than Chris’s. And I knew—at least I was pretty sure Bryan liked it bigger. All right, why not. Let’s do it.
I then heard the footsteps again and froze as he entered, carrying a few items with him.
“All right,” he said. “So 12 inches, that’ll be $2,400.”
What, are you kidding me? That’s ridiculous, I thought. Why was it so expensive? I looked up at him, preparing to tell him off, but the second I looked into his eyes I could just feel myself giving into him and just reached into my pocket and handed him my credit card.
“Great, so that’s $2,400, and I will say we are running a special on our muscle growth pills, if you’re interested…. It’s 30 pounds of muscle for only $1,500. That’s 50 percent off,” he added.
Are you kidding me? I don’t even want to spend this much money on what could be a scam. Why are you even asking me this?
“Um… sir? Are you interested?”
I looked up at him and nodded again. What the hell was wrong with me? This guy must be a millionaire.
“All right, so that brings the total to $3,900. Let’s just round that up to 4,” he said with a smile. He slipped the items he’d brought into a small paper bag and handed it to me. I took it almost reflexively. “Here you are, and you have a wonderful day.”
As soon as he left the room I just stood there. Did he really just take $4,000 dollars of mine? I should go back there and demand a refund, get my money back, this guy should not be allowed to do this to people, it’s just not right, who does he think he is. Then I thought about it and realized that he could snap me in two if he really wanted, so I just stormed off to my car, got in, and slammed the door.
I then felt my phone go off. Another text message. I had 7 missed calls and 10 texts, all from Bryan. He was worried about me. He kept asking where I was, why I didn’t make it to the gym, if I was mad at him, if he did something wrong. Maybe I was wrong about him; maybe this was all in my head. I texted him back apologizing. I lied and told him I’d had something to take care of and that there was no service. He then responded.
“Hey I’m glad you’re ok, and that you’re safe. I was just really worried about you. See you when you get home. Love you”
I blinked at the screen. He’d just said he loved me. We’d never said that to each other. I could almost have cried. I texted back, “I love you too.”
Then I started up my car. I was no longer pissed about being ripped off. I just couldn’t wait to get home.
Driving home I kept thinking to myself about what I could do to make it up to him. Then I looked over at the bag of things I’d just got and figured, hey, if this works then Bryan is in for one big surprise.