from going to the gym, and my clothes are becoming dramatically tight. I guess it peaked when I wore a suit my lover bought for me.

Visualise a man, 5’10", big blond beard, buzz-top haircut, 34" waist, 20" biceps, 52" chest, 30" thighs, shoulders like coconuts, 17" neck, and 17" calves. Usually I wore nondescript stretchy shorts, and a baggy shirt, but this day I wore a kind of black-grey striped lycra bodysuit, which was a combination leotard cut-off at the knee, connected to a tank-top, the straps of which curved around my chest and plunged down. What neck there was was approximately above my bellybutton. When I tried the thing on in the shop, it pulled up between my asscheeks and under my crotch giving me what looked like a small animal between my legs, and my tits seemed to stick out like something from Tom of Finland. The shopgirl was quite startled when I walked out of the dressing room and ran off.

I did my usual gym routine, and chatted with one other bear bodybuilder, who pointed out the people staring at my chest. That day was my pectoral/deltoid/tricep day, and at the end of my routine, a straight friend came in. He’s French Canadian, good-looking, bearded, very hairy, big body, and wears mousy wireframe glasses. I was finishing off a reverse-pyramid for my pecs, so they were heavily pumped up and red with the blood coursing through my skin, nipples standing out and my blond hair completely on end. He stared bug-eyed at how big my chest was, and the veins bulging out at the top, just above my armpit, leading up into my deltoid. "Man oh man!" I was "big as a house" today, and he grinned as I finished off, sweat pouring down my face, and making my chest shiny.

Not long later I caught him staring at me in the mirror, while a military press, my deltoids wildly pumped up and striated with the contraction of individual fibers. He was obviously getting a raging hardon in his baggy white shorts, but I pretended not to notice. Unfortunately, that didn’t help much - my skintight clothes didn’t hide anything as I quickly finished my routine, and tried to go on to my traps. My cock got harder, and crept down the leg of my suit, and with every lift up of the weights, my body’s muscles strained and bulged out, and my cock popped up in high-relief. I held up the weight overhead for just a moment, looking at what he saw, an over-developed bodybuilder, tending towards heaviness rather than definition, nice 8" cock like a rod running down along his bulging thigh, and clearly circumcised. I could even see the pencil-thick vein on top. He was still motionless, and I caught his eye, as he watched me watch him watching…

I finished up with triceps presses, covered now in sweat and some smell of sex, other men in the gym frankly staring at my corded muscles and cock, and as my entire body got pumped I saw the poor Canadian struggling to stay in view while finishing squats.

I finished, and slowly took off my gloves, and strode out to the locker room, barely able to lift my arms, every muscle screaming from the exertion, except for one. I cooled down a bit in the shower, then towel around my waist, I went to the steamroom. Curling up, I drifted into hot exhaustion, when I heard the door click open. In the foggy gloom, I didn’t see anyone, but then I saw the Canadian. He shyly came in, put his towel down, and sat. He glanced my way, and I chatted about nothing, and watched him staring at my body. I flexed my tits as though to stretch them, and then massaged them a bit, but I was having a hard time contracting my arm well. He sidled up, and I nodded to him, and he reached out to work the soreness from my chest. Slowly kneading, and getting me terribly excited, he worked the huge slablike muscles, and then up to my neck, he massed it a bit, and kneaded my deltoids. I looked down, and nestled in the thick mass of his crotchhair, what looked like a firehydrant-thick cock was springing up - not long, but thick, and capped with an extra-long foreskin which made the head look like a huge goose-egg. He was completely engrossed with my muscles, and I pulled his head to my chest, and let him bury his face in the hairy cleavage. It felt good, the scratching of his beard, and he licked and slavered over the muscles with his tongue, and rubbed his hairy face all over, then I lifted one arm over my head so he could bite the tricep, and lick my still-hot armpit and suck some unwashed sweat out. He had grabbed his cock, and was slowly pumping it with one hand, one leg up on the bench of the steamroom with his other hand curving around his ass to play with his asshole.

I leaned back away from him, and spread my legs as wide as possible, leaning back on the bench, and he groaned, quickly kneeling down in front of me: my cock arched out in front of him, curved forward slightly, and he licked my balls lightly, scratching with his beard, then with a grunt, shoved the whole shaft into his mouth, completely into his throat, so that his bearded face was buried in my crotch. He paused a second, swallowing wildly - which rubbed my shaft like a mechanical milking machine - and then gagging backed off, and reached up blindly to try to hold onto my chest again. I slowly fucked my groin forward into his face, feeling his beard scratch inside my thighs, and noticing the hair on his back and chest as the fog cleared slightly, the room cooling. We continued on for several minutes, and I was getting worried that at anytime someone else would come in.

He stood up quickly, and fisting his magnificently thick cock, gasped and turned, and as his body shuddered in muscular spasms, his hair soaked with sweat and steam (and smell - like a hunted animal) he shot a fountain of white-hot cum on the bench, on his towel. I helped out by pulling on his hairy balls slightly, then as he continued shooting, one leg on the bench, I licked a finger, and pushed into his wetly opening asshole, and he groaned like a whisper, and crouched down on it a little. I could still feel his asshole spasming as he dry-shot the last of his load, and he slapped a hand against the wall in front of him and slumped forward. I closed my eyes, and curled up again in the warmth, and he turned, picked up the towel silently, and left.

As I left, I noticed him back on the gym floor, having dressed himself, and I waved to him, he grinned back, while doing squats. "See you tomorrow!" I said, and he winked back. My gym suit smelled for days from the precum in the crotch…