My name is Brock. I'm a 25-year-old, average guy. I lift weights a lot, so I have jacked arms and generally a bodybuilder's physique. Girls usually love my body and I get hit on a lot at the gym, but I'm actually gay. Nothing gets me harder than a guy who is more muscular and bigger than I am, preferably someone with a big, muscular bubble butt and huge arms. I'm a top, so the feeling of butt-fucking a guy who is bigger than me naturally gets me off. Sure enough, this is where my story begins.
One day at the gym, I was getting a really good workout in. I had on my traditional bodybuilder shorts, which only amounted to tight mini shorts, and a tight, thin tank that showed off my jacked pecks and abs, not to mention my arms. I never really wore this outfit for any particular fitness purpose, but I loved the fact that the shorts hugged my bubble butt and thick package so tightly. My body was on display. More importantly, I could immediately tell which men were gay.
One guy particularly stood out that day. He was huge. I rarely see a guy who is bigger than me. His shirtless chest was drenched in sweat and his arms looked massive and powerful. The most amazing part was his ass. It was the perfect size and shape: bubbly, round, and muscular. Luckily, I got some nice looks because he was also wearing a pair of white bodybuilder shorts that stopped at his big muscular thighs and barely covered his bubble butt. He had a hot arch in his back that made him look like he was begging for dick.
We eyed each other up for the remainder of our workout. Whenever he turned around, I would stare at his perfect bubble butt. Eventually I noticed a jockstrap popping out from under his shorts. That really turned me on. I imagined bending him over a table, ripping his shorts down and butt-fucking him with his jockstrap on. His ass and triceps looked ridiculous. I loved staring at him from behind.
He had no shame staring at my crotch. I pretended not to notice, but he was blatantly staring. My dick did look huge in these shorts, and my muscular thighs tended to push forward my cock, making it look even bigger. His mouth was watering.
Later, we both began cooling down with some stretches. When he touched his toes, I almost died. It seemed like he made it a point to turn away from me and give me a show of his big healthy butt. At the very end, he got on his hands and knees and arched his back, again his ass facing me. My mouth dropped open, eyes fixated on his muscle ass. My mind was somewhere between the thought of eating his ass, and wondering why he would even do this "stretch." Suddenly, he turned around, saw my face, quickly grinned, got up, and walked off to the lockers. Even though I was embarrassed, I still couldn't take my eyes off his ass, and I watched the huge muscular hunk walk all the way to the locker room. Then I followed.
Fortunately for me, his locker was right next to mine. I refused to let this opportunity pass. It was so rare for me to find a guy so big and muscular, let alone probably a bottom with a perfect ass.
"So do you workout here often?" I asked.
"Yeah, I do a lot," he responded quickly, barely making eye contact. I was surprised that this huge jock wasn't more assertive. He was bigger than me, yet seemed intimidated.
"You're really huge. It's not every day I meet someone bigger than me," I said with a grin, making it a point to stare at his veiny arms, letting my gaze move down his outer thigh, then to his perfect bubble ass. He was still facing his locker, so I'm not sure if he noticed.
