Summary: Straight Guy becomes obsessed with big strong men.
Note 1: This is dedicated to Mark who requested this story.
Note 2: This is a NUDE DAY 2020 CONTEST STORY.
Note 3: Thanks to Tex Beethoven and Robert for editing this story.
Muscle Men Studs
Every guy goes through a mid-life crisis.
Most buy some extravagant unnecessary purchase to prove their manhood.
I, on the other hand, got in shape following a lengthy scolding from my doctor. I dropped from 250 pounds all the way down to 200. It was a major rush to see those two trailing zeros scroll down next to the leading two.
Unfortunately the gym near my home went under, so I needed to find a new one. I found one close to my work, and then figured instead of going to the gym, then coming home to shower before heading to work, I would simply go to the new gym, work out, and then shower there before going straight to work... it would save me some valuable time traveling.
What I didn't know was it would completely change my life.
The gym I had been going to was never busy in the morning, and sometimes I'd even be the only one there working out... plus, most of the people who went there were guys my age -- in our forties or fifties. I don't know how it got a reputation as an old guy's gym, but it did, and then could never break that stigma and be able to attract the younger crowd it would have needed to be successful.
This new gym on the other hand, was not only busy pretty much anytime, but it also had a wide range of ages patronizing it.
I was working out my first day there, just taking it easy as I checked out the various pieces of equipment to see which of them I preferred, this gym not only having more equipment than my former one, but more variety, and in a lot better repair. I'd had no idea I was getting so little for my money, since I was paying ten bucks a month less at this new gym, but nevertheless was using better equipment and more variety, and It even boasted a swimming pool and sauna.
The other thing different was the eye candy. There were lots of beautiful girls there, almost all of them half my age. There were also a few ridiculously good-looking guys there, including a breed of guy I'd only ever seen on television, or at the beach on the rare occasions I went down there: muscle men.
I don't know why, perhaps because they were the polar opposite of myself in every physical feature, or perhaps because they reminded me of the many bullies I'd had to try to avoid back when I was a scrawny runt of a kid, but I was in awe of them.
I was in awe of their muscles. They were so big and foreboding. Every one of these muscle men oozed confidence, commanded attention, and seemed to be in complete charge of pretty much everyone around them.
The way they could take three hundred pounds and bench press it like it was a feather.
The way their arms sweated and their veins pulsed when they worked out.
The way their ripped arms, abs, legs... everything really... were so defined.
The way the shapes of their muscles were prominent even under their clothing.
How their forearms, biceps and chests had individual characteristics for each man, even though they worked together as a team to lift weights and work out.
How they each somehow had a chiseled stomach you could bounce a quarter off of.
How even their calves were meaty and strong.
Each of these muscle men were beings I had long fantasized being: brawny, beefy, stacked, tough, built, robust, powerful, chiseled, ripped.
Now I want to point out I wasn't gay. I'd never had daydreams about guys. I wasn't drooling over these muscle men. I was admiring their bodies and wishing I looked like that myself... the same way I admire Brad Pitt and wish I looked like him.
Yet, as the first couple weeks went along, I'd be lying if I claimed I wasn't spending more time watching the young muscle men work out than I did the pretty young girls.
So much so... that I ended up googling the term 'muscle man'. I couldn't explain why I was becoming so entranced with these guys, like I said I wasn't gay at all. I just found them intriguing.
I found a website of muscle men videos, including ones of them fighting each other in contests, often wearing only male thongs, which didn't look too comfortable. But they did give me a new admiration for muscle men's asses. Like the rest of their bodies, they were rock hard and impressive.
Watching the wrestling oddly made a certain muscle of mine hard as I watched them manhandle each other, and I somehow started imagining them manhandling
me
that way.
As I researched more deeply, I found there were also lots of videos of muscle men stroking their big dicks... they
always
had big dicks... much bigger than mine. I don't know why I became so fascinated by these videos, but I was entranced. I was captivated by how each muscle man's entire upper body worked in smooth concert to stroke his impressive cock.
His chest, his arm, his bicep, all worked fluidly together to jerk him off.
My eyes would dart all over the screen like following a pinball, as I was visually overwhelmed.
The massive pecs flexed with each stroke up and down, and they really grew when he was about to come.
His forearms and biceps pulsed, making the veins throb.
His firm chest, whenever it was in view, was stiff, with just the odd crease.
His cock was always big and hard.
These features all combined with his manly groans, and then the climactic orgasm, when a few ropes of cum exploded from his cock which for some reason, made my cock ache in my pants.
I also learned that in porn these men were often called muscle hunks. And that most muscle hunk videos were gay porn. Sometimes it was one muscle hunk sucking another one, more often it was a twink sucking and getting fucked by a muscle hunk, other times it was a guy in his forties or fifties (like me) sucking or getting fucked by a bigger, stronger muscle man, and other times it was a threesome, or even a gang bang of meaty muscle hunks.
Regardless of which, I couldn't get enough of them.
I must have watched over the next few days:
-a couple dozen solo muscle hunks jerking off... enjoying their groans, their muscles, their cocks, and their eruptions.
-a couple dozen twinks, or else older men, sucking muscle men and/or getting ass fucked by muscle hunks.
-A few group sex scenes... so many hunky muscle men... muscles everywhere... cocks everywhere (yes, always unfathomably large).
It was only then, after a few days of watching only gay porn and slyly checking out the real life muscle men at the gym, that I had to admit to myself I'd become obsessed... although it should have been blatantly obvious... as I always ended my porn sessions with coming while I imagined I was the one being dominated in some fashion by a dominant muscle hunk.
Again, I wasn't gay, I simply wanted to have a body like that. I'd been working out for a year, dropped 50 pounds, but that had been almost entirely belly weight, and at my age, 55, I was never going to have a body like these young hunks in their twenties and thirties.
