From The Inside Out

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Some people say I'm vain. I'm not really vain, I'm just good looking, well built, and a stud. Can I help it if the facts are such as they are? My name is Craig, and I'm a pro bodybuilder. I have sandy blond hair, blue eyes, and a body that just doesn't quit. Women are almost always all over me, and so are the guys. I've been told I have an attitude, and frankly, maybe I do, but what the hell. I really don't care as long as I keep winning contests, as long as they keep paying me to pose, and as long as I keep getting hot, horny sex.

I remember my first time as if it was just yesterday. I had been working out at home, and wanted to join a gym. So I went to the place where all the winners train, Gold's in Venice. I loved the Muscle Beach area, and had hung out there for years, working out on the beach, watching, getting hard, running off to the john to whack off, and then going back for even more. I loved to look at the muscle studs, loved to work out, and wanted more than anything to harden my already well developed physique.

When I first went into Gold's, I was nervous. I took advantage of their joining special, and paid a six months membership. I always wore my long sweats, long sleeve sweatshirt, and tried to concentrate on working out, keeping a strict regiment, a hard schedule, and not speaking to anyone.

About four weeks into my membership I met Frank. Frank looked like he might be in his late 40's, maybe older, like he was in really good shape, and like he might be willing to help a neophyte lifter and poser. One morning when I arrived, there was hardly anyone else in the place. I went in and started pumping at the free weights. Frank came over and offered to be my spotter. I told him that would be great. He pulled off his sweatshirt and I was breathless for a second. This man who was more than twice my age was hard, fat-free, and looked like he could hold his own at any contest or show, any time. As I worked out, he gave me suggestions of how to move in certain ways to get more effective results. He also showed me several things, and helped me with both technique and form. Shortly after we started, I realized who he was. A professional bodybuilder I used to fantasize about when I was younger, who looked almost the same, yet was about 15 years older.

Then he asked me if he could see my upper body. He said he wanted to help me with my posing. I hadn't been one to pose in front of the mirrors, here in public at least. I did constantly pose at home, and turned myself on while doing it too. I shed my shirt, and stood kind of embarrassed in front of Frank. He came close, his bare chest almost touching mine, his chin almost pushing against mine. He raised my arms and showed me how to do a proper double biceps, demonstrating himself, and then encouraging me to mirror his pose. He was so close, I was able to do it because we were nearly posing together.

The only problem was the raging hard on in my sweat pants. Frank turned around to show me his best back pose, and nearly backed right into me. I knew he could feel my rock dick, and pushed against it purposely. He turned again and smiled a huge smile. I was still flexing the double biceps, when he placed his hard hands directly on my massive cock. I was shocked and stepped back, not really knowing what to do.

"Hey, don't worry, I can help work that muscle too," Frank said. "Come on in to my office, and we'll continue the workout."

"Your office?" I inquired.

"Yeah, I own this place," Frank said. "Don't you know who I am?"

"Well, I thought you were once a bodybuilder, but I can see you're really in shape still, so I guess you're a bodybuilder even now." I couldn't stop rambling.

He extended a huge hand. "Frank Lane, four time Mr. O, and a number of other things," he said.

I shook his hand, and noticed his nylon shorts were straining around the front seams, and I couldn't wait to get into his office. We slid out of the weight area and over toward his office. When I entered I couldn't believe what I saw. He had the walls covered with pictures of his entire career. There were trophies and medals all over. A huge leather couch was on one side, a massive desk on the other.

I went in first, and Frank followed, locking the door on his way in. I turned around and gazed into his deep brown eyes. His dark hair was combed back, and there was no gray, nor was it receding. His tan face led down his long neck, to a huge chest. His torso looked like the statue of David, but much larger. He was symmetrical and well chiseled. I remembered being turned on by this man when I was just a teenager. Getting erections looking at muscle mags with him in them.

He leaned against the door and ran his long fingers down his washboard abs. They slipped into the shorts, and he untied the drawstring. As he loosened them, I could see the out line of his broad, long shaft, wanting release. He slowly, deliberately, pulled his shorts down over the huge pecker. They fell to the floor and I gasped at the sight of his cock and balls. This man, this Adonis, this wet dream come to life, was standing naked in front of me, and I was hard enough to ram through the iron I'd been pumping.

Frank was so well proportioned, and even nearing 50, looked better than most men half his age. There was very little body fat on his frame, and the muscles were hard and ready to go. His cock was also hard and ready, and looked like it would never fit any place I'd be able to put it. His balls were huge, proportionate, and full of cum. He moved slowly toward me, and I was terrified. I loved to think that I could handle a man this big, and had in my mind nearly every day, but now, in the flesh, I wasn't sure.

As he got to where I was standing, I almost fainted. Frank knew, and reached for me just as I was about to collapse on the couch. His huge arms cradled me, and he eased me down onto the couch. With gentleness but determination, he pulled my sweats off, then my jock, and finally, my meat was free. Frank took my dick in his right hand and my balls in his left and stretched the balls out, shaking my dick, and working the pre-cum out as much as he could. His gorgeous face finally fell on my shaft, as he sucked me to my first climax, which may have taken all of thirty seconds.

Then he moved up from the bottom of the couch, straddling my neck, but not restricting it. His dick was pointing straight up, so I sat up to get it in my mouth. Expertly, Frank pushed it down from the top, and I could hardly get it in. He was so huge, so hard, that I wasn't sure I could blow him. Still, his salty man juice was ready and willing, and before too long I received a clumsy mouthful of hot, salty white elixir, that sent me into orbit.

He withdrew his softening rod, white juice still overflowing, and slowly pulled it away. He sat on my chest, grinning from ear to ear. His handsome face glowed as his gleaming teeth showed. Just looking at him, this close, gave me a rush, and sent hot blood rushing to my already worked dick. Frank slid slowly down my body, knowing he would soon encounter my burgeoning manhood once more.

He turned around, and all I could see was his huge back, muscles rigid and moving as he worked his hands up and down my penis. I was raging, and ready, and thought I would explode again, when Frank stopped. He moved to the desk and pulled out two packages containing condoms. One he opened right away, and blew air into it until it was as large as a party balloon. He let the air out and turned.

I could see Franks dick was hard again, and extended out from his rock hard body a good ten inches. His nuts were low, and ready. He slowly came toward me, liking his lips in a fun tease, and stretched the rubber so that it would fit over my huge meat. As he pulled it down, he gripped my dick at the base and squeezed. It felt harder than any other muscle in my well worked body. Frank pulled me up, and knelt on the leather couch, ass high in the air. The muscle striations on his buttocks were deep and hard. He flexed his ass muscles, and worked his ass hole open and shut. I spit in my hands and worked my fingers in and out, and within seconds, his man hole was open, ready and waiting.

I was nervous, my hands shaking a bit, as I guided my cock into his ass. His hole was well worked and very flexible, but his muscle control pulled me in like a suction pump. I surrendered to his motion, and soon was riding him, as I had in my dreams so many times before. Back and forth, in and out, his muscle flexing pulled me. I tried not to think about what I was doing, and looked at Frank, holding my body back as far as I could without pulling out. His back was huge, he had a killer tan, and his beautiful black hair was tousled a bit by now. Leaning on his arms, I could clearly see his forearms flex, his triceps harden like horseshoes, and the veins in his hands looked like they would surely pop. I closed my eyes, an succumbed to one long, last suction movement, and blew my second load into Franks experienced ass.

I froze for just a second, placed my arms around his waist, and leaned on his back, my front resting on his back. From this position, I could feel his steel-like shaft, preparing to ravage my man hole. I pulled out slowly, and Frank turned around.

"Well, what did you think? Is this a great workout, or what?" he asked, still smiling that crafty smile.

"Yeah, it's better than the last two hours hoisting steel. Your blue steel rod is as hard as those bars." I said.

"It sure is. Unroll that latex sheath and let me at your glory hole," he demanded.

I unrolled the condom over his cock, hard as it was, and thought perhaps it was a little small (the condom, that is.). He grabbed my waist, and eased me over his huge meat, facing him, while he worked his fingers up my ass. When he thought I was ready, he guided me down and with his hard hand, eased my ass on his condom covered obelisk. At first I wasn't sure it would go all the way in, but as I relaxed my ass, it eased in.

My own dick was hard again, as it bobbed up and down with Frank's rhythm. Slowly, at first, he raised and lowered his ass, cock, and lower abdomen No wonder he has such a narrow, defined waist, I thought. Just them I heard him groan a little, and his body tensed. He's cumming, I thought, as he pushed up once more, hard this time. My own balls were burning, and as he emptied his precious white juice into the condom, I shot another huge wad that ended on Frank's chest and chin. He laughed and lapped up as much as he could.

I stood up once more, ripping off the sheath that protected my body, and drained it of all the white gold liquid. I threw it aside, and noticed that Frank was using his hands to pull my own cum up to his mouth.

As he stood there relaxing, I noticed that his cock was retreating into its own fleshy shroud. I'm one who has always fantasized about the uncut, probably because I am not one of the fortunate few. As it softened, I was shocked by how long it was, even soft.

"Frank, I think this is going to be a great way to get the day started," I said, perfectly contented at the new relationship.

"Yeah, I think so too. You know, I've been watching you from the day you joined the gym. I knew there was a stud lurking in that gorgeous body. Why do you keep it covered so much of the time?" he asked.

"Well, I wasn't so sure my body was ready to be shown off. You know, from the inside looking out, I'm just not sure," I said as honestly as I could.

"God, kid, you are one of the hottest young studs that comes into this place. You mean you don't realize how good looking, how big, how much potential you have?" Frank asked.

"Well, not really. I just love to workout and pose. You should see me at home. I pose every night, and then work my dick to a frenzy, and blow all over my room."

"I'll bet," Frank said, standing. He moved his massive frame toward me.

Placing his huge hands on my shoulders. He gazed into my eyes. God, he was handsome, and I was standing face to face with him totally nude. My dick twitched again, and I knew it wouldn't be long and we'd be locked in some sort of male love position.

"You know, I could be persuaded to be your manager," Frank offered.

"Really? You'd be willing to do that?"

"Hell yes. If I could be guaranteed of half as much of a hot workout as we had today every day, it would be worth it, even if I didn't get paid." He grinned again, and my dick shifted into overdrive.

Frank moved in even closer, pulled my head close, and passionately opened my lips and explored the inside of my mouth with his firm, massive tongue. I was so shocked by the passion and the turn on this kissing was for me, and suddenly was aware that my dick was convulsing again, all over Franks.

The head of Frank's dick was pointing upward, having moved out of the excess skin, and my cum landed all over it. I took my hand, and started rubbing, up and down, moving his foreskin as I worked my own cum into his pleasure rod. He was fully hard and pre-cum shot out, followed by white cum, though not nearly as much as before.

We both embraced and hugged. Our muscles are hard against one another, bulging, studs, embraced and making great hard man-sex. This was going to be a great place to train, and Frank was going to make a great manager. Maybe he was right. , I was still a skimpy, under built kid. But on the outside, I had become a massive, muscle bulging stud. Just saying it made me shiver, and I knew Frank and I were not yet done with our workout. Oh, this was going to be so good.