I'm Peter, an intelligent and sensitive young man of 21 years of age who has struggled socially because I'm attracted to very masculine men but afraid to do anything about it and therefore don't seek them out. In fact, I'm intimated and I wouldn't know where or how to start. No one knows about my sexual feelings. I keep them to myself. Part of me still hopes that it's just a passing sexual phase, especially when I see a girl that I'm actually attracted to. The reality is that muscular men turn me on in a much more powerful way than any woman can.
You see, I'm a small and slightly built guy at 5' 7" and 100 pounds. I have flawlessly smooth and very white skin and a thick head of very light-colored blond hair. I have very little body hair, and the hair that's there is delicately thin and very light in color. I have what most people say is a "very cute" face, some even say it's beautiful. Behind my back, I've heard them remark that I look very feminine.
At any rate, I certainly lack confidence and I'm not sure what to do with my love life. I suppose I have resigned myself to not having a sexual partner. Most of my friends tend to be women, but I'm also friends with a few guys. I can say I'm not sexually attracted to any of my friends, and none of my friends are really that close to me. I think I'm too shy and within myself.
A year ago a mutual friend got me set up with a roommate to share the cost of my two-bedroom apartment. At the time I met my roommate, named Mac, he was just out of college and working as a trainer at a gym nearby. He was all muscled up and I tried my best not to get too infatuated with him. Actually, we were somewhat cold and aloof to each other.
Over time, I noticed Mac was getting more and more muscular. He became ridiculously big and it was next to impossible for me not to sneak as many looks and peeks as I could in his direction. Veins stuck out everywhere, engulfing the big slabs of pure dense muscle. He was driving me crazy and he didn't even know it. I wanted desperately to feel and touch him, but all I could do was fantasize about it.
Yesterday morning he was in a rush and quickly came into the kitchen without a shirt on. I was eating breakfast at the time. He was so incredible and without thinking I stared at his giant muscles almost the entire time. He even stood next to me while I sat at the dining table and reached up into the cabinet for a box of cereal. I could sure smell his big muscled body. Being his roommate and living in such close proximity, I've also smelled him on many other previous occasions. But this time he obviously hadn't showed for a few days and he smelled stronger than ever.
I realized that I was starting to lose my inhibitions for the first time in a year of rooming with him and losing myself in his extreme manliness. I studied his big muscles and could see he was a little sweaty. I knew he had some weights in his bedroom, so I figured he must have been working out after he woke up, right before he came into the kitchen. That's why he smelled and looked so very big, and strong, and was covered in such big veins. Aside from a nice little mat of curly hair on his big ripped-up chest, he looked completely shaved smooth. I wondered if he was showing off on purpose, for me.
Then, to make matters worse in terms of my self-control, and as I tried to stay composed, I saw the extremely large bulge in the front of the shorts he was wearing. The material was pretty thin and I could see the pronounced outline and form of a very big and ultra-thick cock that seemed to curve around in order to remain contained in his shorts. Not only that, but he obviously had two very massive balls. The entire package looked dense and very weighty. I couldn't stop looking at it, and when Mac turned around to get something it broke my trance-like state.
I craved seeing it again and thought about going over to the sink which was off to the side and would give me another clear look at it, but I chickened out. In the meantime, I could take in his extremely thick and wide V-shaped back. It was so dense and it was entirely packed with big heavy slabs of muscles. It was also damp and a little sweaty like the rest of his incredible body. I was totally enthralled with the massive slabs and noted the big and numerous veins that encompassed them. Every bone in my body urged me to go to him and feel up his massive back, rub my face on it, and kiss it passionately. Again, I didn't dare do so.
But now that he had his back to me I could at least freely check him out from behind and he'd never know I was so enthralled. If he quickly turned sideways to get a spoon or whatever I noticed his giant bulge swayed heavily and bounced around. It was just so heavy and so manly. The other thing I noticed was how big and muscular his ass and thighs were, so ultra-powerful looking and forming the base of his tremendously massive upper body.
Mercifully, he left the kitchen, preventing me from making a total fool of myself. Besides, I assumed that he wanted nothing to do with me and would get annoyed at my seemingly uncontrollable attraction toward him. On the other hand, deep inside, I wanted him to stay in the kitchen with me like that forever, so I could continue taking him in. I literally craved to look at that giant bulge in his shorts again.
I heard him go into the bathroom and brush his teeth. Then he got dressed in his warm-up suit and before he left told me he might be a little late tonight. He explained he is attending a "going away party" for the gym manager at a pizza parlor right after work, and of course, after his own heavy workout. Usually, he never shares much of anything about his plans with me, but for whatever reason, this time he did! It was such a warm feeling for me to experience that subtle sign of friendship and caring. I sensed an implication of his interest in me by his words. Or was that just wishful thinking on my part?
After he left I felt sadness at not having him here, with me. I felt lonely too. The visions of his super big muscles remained in my mind. His giant bulge had such a powerful impact on me that I even strategized about ways to get a better look at it in the future without making a fool of myself. I could still smell remnants of his strongly scented body, and as his manly smells faded I desperately looked forward to experiencing them again when he returned home. I walked back to my bedroom somewhat depressed and saw his bedroom door was open. Heavy weights were in different areas of the floor and his bed was unmade. I paused and reluctantly decided to go inside. Just being in his room titillated me.
I could smell the manly essence of Mac again. I got bolder and sat on his unmade bed. As I sat down my silk robe inched up and my bare bottom was on his sheets. His manly scent rose up all around me. The shorts he was wearing this morning were on the bed, only an arm's length distance from me. I wanted to touch them but hesitated as I questioned what the fuck I was doing. Losing control, I reached for them anyway, and holding them with both hands, I studied them closely. They were still damp with his sweat and I didn't even have to bring them to my nose in order to smell how strong they were. I imagined all that cock and ball meat stuffed inside them. Then, as if I was in one of my many fantasies, I slipped off my silk robe and pretended Mac was there, watching me sniffing his shorts. I felt so sexy being naked in his bed like that.
I raised his shorts to my face and breathed heavily in through my little nose. I was so sexually charged and almost completely out of it. The shorts had such a manly stud smell and I sniffed different parts of them and could smell very heavy musk from the front, which was so very stretched out and all contorted. It was surreal.
