Dic - the Teen Gym Stud

I had just joined a new gym near our apartment. My wife of 2 years and I thought it would be a good idea to help relieve some stress I'd had at the office lately. Plus it couldn't hurt to trim down a bit.

At 31, I wasn't fat, but I certainly wasn't as trim as I had been 10 years prior. Growing up as a teenager and even into college I had always been very skinny. At 5'10'', I had generally stayed in the 145-155 range without any diet or exercise. I had developed some bad habits and now, years later with my metabolism slowing down, I was pushing 170. Some extra cushion was just developing around my waistline and for the first time in my life I was getting a bit flabby. My butt especially was putting on some unwanted weight.

I arrived for my first work out on a Tuesday night at 10 p.m. and the first thing I noticed was that the gym was pretty empty. I supposed it was just the late hour but there was only one or two other people there. I decided to start by rotating around the weight machines. After 30 minutes of pretty random dabbling, I thought I'd give the free weights a try. I had lifted a (very little) bit in college and so had some limited familiarity. I grabbed the 15 lb weights and started with some bicep curls, first left then right and repeat.

I wore a loose-fitting t-shirt but as I curled, I noticed my small biceps flexing a little bit and I thought - not bad. This feeling of confidence was short-lived, however. As I started in on my second set I noticed in my peripheral vision a large guy listening to music playing so loudly in his headphones that I could hear them. The static sound was annoying and I gave the guy a look. He was tall - probably about 6'2'' or 6'3'' and was wearing a loose-fitting black sweatshirt and grey sweatpants. Strangely, his hood was drooped low over his head and with the top-lighting all I could see was the tip of his nose.

At that moment, he started to do some bicep curls as well and I was startled to notice he was curling 75 lbs per arm! He was pumping out his curls quickly and efficiently, calmly breathing while he brought his arms up at the same time. This guy was a beast, I thought! I became self-conscious about my 15 lbs and so decided to switch at least to 25 lbs, thinking that was more respectable. However, even doing one arm at a time and cheating by leaning back, I could still only do 2-3 per arm.

Meanwhile the big guy next to me had switched to 85 lbs per hand! He hadn't slowed either. If anything, he had increased his pace. I dejectedly switched back to 15 and was about to start again when the hooded guy spoke.

"You know, you might try a bit of a lower weight and curling both arms at the same time." His voice sounded different than I expected. The pitch was higher and his voice had some rasp. He sounded like a fairly young guy.

I was taken aback, thinking it was pretty rude to give unsolicited advice to a stranger in the gym. Nonetheless, this guy was pretty big so it wasn't like I was going to tell him off. Instead I gave the guy a half-grin and shrugged, but threw in a slight eye roll as well to convey I didn't appreciate his butting in.

I thought about calling it a day there, but figured I'd do one more exercise. I decided on some squats. I grabbed the 10 lb disc and, on the other side of the free weight room as the hooded guy, started in on some squats, holding the disc steady at chest level.

As I started my second set the big guy walked over to drink some water from the fountain. As he walked by behind me, he paused and I heard him say (because his headphones were still blasting he probably didn't realize he was speaking audibly): "Not bad, needs work though." Again I was annoyed by this guy. What a dick. Rolling my eyes again, I decided to call it a day and I headed out and towards my apartment, figuring I'd rather shower and clean up at home than to risk running into this guy again.

When I got home my wife asked me how my workout was.

"It was fine," I said. "I'm just getting started. There was this one dick there though."

"What do you mean, a dick?" she asked.

"Just some big guy commenting on my workout without me asking him to"

"A big guy? How big?" she asked.

"Pretty big but don't go getting any ideas" I grinned and shoved her playfully. Carlie, my wife, had had a thing for muscular guys back when she was still dating. All of her prior boyfriends before me were beefcakes. We had been friends then and she would talk to me about her relationships with them, including the sex. Some of the guys had been okay in bed but some had really been crap. But she had told me at the time that she just couldn't get enough of their muscles, that she would just feel them and worship them and that was enough to get her off, even if the guy had a small dick or otherwise sucked in bed. When she had broken up with her last boyfriend, I waited for a couple months to respect her feelings. Then I finally admitted to her that I had had a huge crush on her for years and asked her out. I knew I was pushing my luck. Carlie was a babe with a toned, albeit slightly thick, body and good sized boobs.

She hesitated at first. She said I was one of her closest friends and she didn't want to ruin that. Plus, she said, grinning, I wasn't exactly her type. This didn't make me feel great about myself but I persisted and after a few weeks of trying she finally agreed to give it a shot. We ended up having a great date with good chemistry and we even ended it making out. I noticed while we were making out she started out by squeezing my biceps, lats, and even my butt. Soon though, she stopped (probably because she wasn't finding what she wanted). But the date ended well and we went on to build a great relationship full of love and trust. I felt really lucky to end up with her. She had gained some weight since then but was still out of my league. Our sex wasn't amazing, but it was good and I knew she was generally happy with me. We had a good marriage.

She laughed and hugged me, pretending to feel up my "muscles."

"What do I need some gym Dick for when I've got a muscle stud right here!" I laughed but also knew that part of the reason she encouraged me to go to the gym was that she was hoping I'd develop some muscles.

Either way, she kept feeling me up and we got so riled up that I tried to pick her up to carry her to the bedroom. I couldn't quite do it. I'd never been able to lift her, but I tried jokingly to romantically carry her to the bedroom every so often. She giggled but patted my arm. "Not right now stud, I've watching tv."

She went to bed to finish her show while I showered. When I entered the bedroom she was asleep. I watched some TV and fell asleep beside her.

——-

I was very sore in the morning so decided not to go to the gym again that day, thinking I'd go the following day. That next day I was still sore, but I figured I should go to the gym anyways to develop the habit.

Ten p.m. came around and again I walked in to an almost-empty gym. I was wearing thin sweatpants and a T-shirt. Because I was still pretty sore, I decided to do the treadmill. About 10 minutes into my run I saw the dick walk in.

He wore the same weird outfit - black sweater with the hood pulled over his head and sweatpants. Over the next 20 minutes or so I glanced at him in the mirror periodically. He mostly used the free weights and cycled between various exercises, mostly with very heavy weights. I caught a few partial glimpses of his face and he seemed to have sandy-brown hair cut somewhat short that hung down over his eyes a bit. Other than that all I noticed was a very broad jaw-line with a short five-oclock shadow.

He walked by the back of my treadmill and paused, seeming to look at me. I gritted my teeth angrily, anticipating the inevitable comment.

Sure enough - "You might try the elliptical or stair-climber." Again, for such a big guy, this dick had a surprisingly voice, not too deep and raspy. Almost immature. This didn't keep me from being annoyed yet again, however. I just pretended not to hear him and he walked away, shaking his head.

As I neared the end of my workout, I noticed the big guy doing some deadlifts followed by bringing the bar over his head. I didn't know what the exercise was called but It was pretty impressive, given the number of plates he had stacked on the barbell. As he let the barbell fall with a grunt he all of the sudden grabbed the bottom of his black sweater and pulled it off. He immediately did the same thing for his sweatpants, one leg at a time.

Holy shit. He was wearing a white muscle shirt and tight, white shorts that went halfway down his thigh. The muscle shirt seemed like it would normally be loose, but it stuck to him, soaked through with sweat at every inch. This showed off his muscles spectacularly, which were both huge and well defined. Every inch of him was bulging with muscle with defined ridges running down his muscular thighs, shoulders, forearms, and calves. Part of his shirt was pulled up and I could see a couple rock hard abs poking through.

I took in all this in just a half second but then looked at his face and got an even bigger shock. This guy was a good deal younger than me! Given his size, I was expecting a seasoned high-20's or low-30's gym rat. Instead, he had a young, unblemished face with a strong jawline, a straight nose and dark eyebrows that stood out compared to his light complexion otherwise. He was staring intently at himself in the mirror but even with his stern expression it was easy to tell that this big guy was a teenager. My guess was 20 or 21. Still basically just a kid.

He turned around and started doing another set. This time I took in the many muscles of his wide strong back. I also couldn't help but notice every curve of his strong, tight butt, as his shorts had wedged between his bowling-ball ass cheeks.

As he bent far over away from for the next lift, I found myself following the hard lines of his body. His calves were well defined, dark and hairless. His thighs were wide and powerful. His butt was round and large. His waist was thin and you could just see the bones of his spine bracketed by two long lower back muscles. His back sloped out severely as my eyes traveled upwards, meeting two boulders of shoulder muscles. Even his neck and chin looked like they were carved from stone. As my eye's continued their upward drift, I found myself looking into his bright blue eyes. He was looking right at me! At that moment, I stumbled and fell hard onto the treadmill, shooting back once I landed and banging my head into the machine behind me.

I lied there, dazed in with a pounding in my head. All of the sudden the huge teenager filled my vision. Still dizzy, I looked up at his strong face which had a concerned look on it.

"Hey, are you alright bud?" he asked.

I was still confused and looking up at this marble statue of a teen didn't clear my head. His muscles looked even more defined up close.

When I didn't answer he bent down and picked me up easily in one motion, his right arm under my back and hooked around my body, his left arm holding up my knees. He draped one of my hands around his head and told me to grab it with the other, which I did.

I could feel the strength of his arms and hands holding me strong and steady. His neck and back were hard as granite brushing up against my arms. He smelled strongly of sweat, but for some reason it didn't offend my senses.

As I traced the hard line of his shoulderbone with my eyes, I kind of snapped into it again. I abruptly let go of his neck and tried to push away. This obviously had no effect but it did allow me to feel his pecs, which stuck out surprisingly far from his body.

"Let go of me!" I said.

Surprised, he put me down gently. "You okay bud?"

"I'm fine," I said. In all honesty I was still dizzy but I had finally remembered that I was annoyed with this guy - this kid. The fact that he was so young annoyed me even more. Who was he to give me advice.

"Thanks, but I'm going to head out now."

The huge dick smirked down at me. "Okay man, see you."

I turned around and stalked out. But I couldn't help but steal a glance at the kid again in the mirrors as he went back to his workout.

Again, I was too annoyed to use the showers at the gym, and didn't want to run into the kid again.

—-

When I got home I was in a lousy mood. Carlie could tell right away and asked me what was wrong.

"Nothing," I said. "That dick was back at the gym today and he made another unsolicited comment."

She smiled. "Should we just call this guy 'Dick' to make things easier? So Dick was at the gym again."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, he was. Turns out he's fairly young, albeit pretty massive."

"Massive?" Carlie asked, eyebrows raised.

"Yes, Carlie - he's a huge kid. But don't be gross okay, you could almost be his mom, or at least his aunt."

"Okay okay calm down baby. What happened that's got you so riled up? Just the comment? What'd he say?"

I told her what happened, including the fall (though I left out the cause of the fall or that he picked me up).

"He just seemed so cocky when he asked if I was okay. So condescending."

"Baby," Carlie said, "You tend to get defensive in confrontations. Dick sounds like he was just looking out for you. And so what if he's trying to give you a few tips, it sounds like he knows what he's talking about, even though he's young! I think next time you go to the gym, you should swallow your pride a bit and maybe take Dick's advice."

I thought about what she said while I showered, and gradually came to the conclusion that she might be right.

I got out of the shower to find Carlie in bed - she had her sexy red lingerie on and she looked good (even though she had a couple too many pounds for it at this point).

"Carlie, damn. You look great. When's the last time you wore that?" She sauntered over to me. She hadn't acted like this for a long time.

"Been a while, tiger. Why don't you see if it still rides as well as it used to."

I grabbed her roughly and pushed her onto the bed.

"Oh, Dick!" she said, and giggled.

I glared at her but didn't object as I was getting excited now. I fell on top of her and started kissing her all over.

"Enough with that pussy shit, Dick. Give it to me!" Carlie was feeling up my muscles again - something she hadn't done in a long time. I tried flexing to her touch but it didn't have much effect. I thought of the feel of Dick's muscles (I was starting to call him that in my head too) and imagined that was what Carlie was feeling.

I pulled aside Carlie's panties and shoved my now rock-hard 5" dick roughly into her. As I wrapped my arms around Carlie's neck, I couldn't help but think of the feeling of doing the same to Dick earlier that night. I lasted only a couple pumps before shooting into her, my dick throbbing a couple times before going soft.

Carlie wanted to keep going but I had nothing left. I collapsed on the bed beside her. After a sigh, she turned over and kissed me deeply.

After she left the bed to clean herself up, I lay down hugging a pillow, wondering whether I would have the energy to go to the gym again tomorrow. My last thought, though, as I fell asleep was: "I wonder whether Dick would be there again tomorrow." I told myself that I hoped not.