So here I am, working out in another the hotel gym again. Actually, it is a very good gym with lots of weights, even very heavy ones, and it's definitely convenient. Anyway, I get bored on these long work related trips, and the hotel gym is my sanctuary. I find that I end up working out a lot more on these lengthy business trips and always return a lot more muscular than I was when I started. When I finally return home after a couple of months my girlfriend really gets into my larger, muscular body. She says it the only good thing about my long trips away from home. Most days I can work on my computer from my hotel room, and several times a week I go out to inspect facilities.
I probably work out at least 3 hours a day, sometimes I add a second workout at night. Almost always I end up having the gym to myself. Every now and then hotel guests are there but tend to just use the cardio equipment. I'm very muscular and could easily enter body building contests and do very well, if I was so inclined.
From time-to-time there is a cute girl in the gym for a brief time in the mornings. She is always checking me out. I normally wear shorts and a tank top and like showing off for her. However, I'd never get involved because I'm committed to my girlfriend at home. Non-the-less, I liked the attention. We engaged in small talk and I enjoyed how she kept glancing at my big muscles. I suppose it feeds my ego and drives me to workout harder.
Then everything changed when a massive body builder showed up at the gym. I thought I was super big, but he made me seem small. He was my height, at about 5' 11", and must have weighed over 300 pounds, dwarfing my 225 pound frame. I'd never seen anyone that massive before. He looked unreal. The density and thickness of his ripped body was staggering.
Initially, we each kept to ourselves and our own workouts, but we also noted what we were each doing. Frankly, he was a lot stronger than I was, and he was so fucking built that I stared at him more than I should have. It was habit forming. I was enthralled by his giant physique. There was even a little competition going on between use as we both got really pumped up. I might have been extremely big in other people's minds, but he dominated me with his enormous physique. Finally he approached me and introduced himself...
"Hey, my name is Jed. You've been pushing a lot of heavy weight around here."
We simultaneously reached out our hands to shake, as I replied...
"Hi, I'm Bill. Thanks for the complement, but we both know you are so much bigger and stronger."
"Bill, everything is relative. Right? You look absolutely amazing."
I knew I was looking super pumped and built, and a complement from someone like him fed my ego. We ended up working out together and he even helped with ways I could put on even more muscle. I noted that his body was shaved smooth like mine, and we both liked looking at ourselves in the mirrors. At one point he took off his sweaty stretched out tank top and checked himself out standing directly in front of the mirror. I must admit I stared at him too, almost transfixed. He flexed and I almost gasped at what I saw, then he said...
"Hey Bill, come over here and check this out. I've got an amazing pump going."
I moved closer to him to get a better look...
"Holy shit Jed! I can't believe how massive you are. That's one hell of a pump."
He was all sweaty and it accentuated his ungodly muscular development....
"Why don't you ditch that tank top Bill, and lets see what you got."
I removed my top and as I stood next to him I had to accept, for the first time in my life, that another guy was significantly more developed than I was. I flexed to show my muscularity for him, and he said...
"Wow, you're pretty big and your symmetry is perfect, and nice little waist."
I found myself looking more at him than me. I was uncontrollably drawn to his body. He was sure smelly, more smelly than I was. I don't know why, but I really liked it. We finished up our workout and put our tank tops back on. He was essentially in the same boat I was in, on a long business trip, and could work from his room most of the time. Explaining he had a conference call, he said goodbye and unexpectedly gave me a big hug. I hugged him back almost as a reflex and felt his sheer size as I wrapped my arms around him. The smell of his body was super strong as our sweaty bodies pushed up against each other. Super-big hard muscle meshing with super-big hard muscle. We quickly exchanged cell numbers as he left.
He texted me an hour later and invited me to meet him the next day in the gym to workout again, and I agreed. I spent a little time doing work assignments in my room, but after receiving his text I found myself in the horniest state of mind I'd ever been in. It was so bad that I had no choice but to masturbate. I took off my gym cloths and stood in front of the full length mirror. I looked so fucking muscular, then thought of how much bigger he was than me.
I could smell myself. I stunk pretty manly, but thought about how much more powerful his muscle body smelled than mine. As I got more excited I thought about what he would be like without any cloths on, and working out in the nude. For the first time in my life I was really fantasizing about another man. I was conflicted, but also felt very nasty. I came very hard and blasted the mirror with tons of sperm. Its not unusual for me to masturbate after my workout, but this time my orgasm was a lot more powerful and much more fulfilling.
The next day as I ate the breakfast that I had deliver to my room I began to think about Jeb and the upcoming opportunity to work out with him again. I figured with him around I'd workout even harder and put on even more muscle. The fact that I fantasized about him the day before didn't bother me because I thought it was just a natural reaction given his extraordinary body.
Masturbating to him would be my little secret, and anyway, it was a healthy release for my own body. Sometimes, I would masturbate with my girlfriend on the phone. She knew I liked doing it after my workouts and liked helping me "long distance." It certainly kept our sexual connection alive while I was on my business trips. Of course, I could never tell her that I masturbated to another muscleman who was even bigger than me, and that the whole experience was more powerful than with her encouraging me on the phone. As I thought about it I wished I actually could share my masturbation secret with her, but that would open up a whole can of worms that I didn't want to deal with.
I met Jeb at the gym as planned and had a very productive workout. Even Jeb was impressed how we both seemed to get the most out of lifting weights with each other. This time after getting totally pumped up we removed our tops to continue the workout shirtless. We both felt big and strong and frequently looked at ourselves in the mirror, complementing each other very frequently.
Jeb was wearing fairly tight shorts instead of the baggy ones he wore before. I couldn't help but notice that his shorts were very full in front, unnaturally so. I mean they looked like a big rounded ball stuffed full. What the fuck? So, he was not only ridiculously heavily muscled, but appeared to have an enormous cock and balls packed into his shorts. When I knew he wouldn't notice I stared at it, trying to comprehend how big everything was. I have what I thought was a damn big cock at a good thick 8 inches, but now it seemed he would dwarf me in that department too. I had to fight deflation of my ego once again with this super stud of a man.
Jeb smelled even stronger this time and I assumed he didn't shower after his workout yesterday. I didn't mind smelling him as we trained. It crossed my mind that the extra stimulation would facilitate even better masturbation afterwards... This time I could reflect on his massive crotch bulge, stronger smelling body, and what seemed like more pumped up muscles. I really looked forward to it.
Then as we wound down our workout Jeb said...
"Here, let me show you how big and ripped up my thighs are getting."
