He started unbuttoning his shirt as he spoke. I held my breath in anticipation. I had been dreaming of this moment for a long time.
“Looking back, now, I can pinpoint the moment, son. I was forty-six, overweight, a major couch potato, and just a shell of a man. I was at work one day and I overheard two co-workers talking about me. It was two of the secretaries, who I considered friends. They talked about how they felt sorry for me because I seemed to live such a drab existence. They said I was the best number cruncher in the business, but that I wasn’t any fun. And then they said what ended up hurting and helping the most. They said it was quite clear I didn’t like myself . . . or respect myself. That conversation gnawed at me constantly for the entire day. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get those last words out of my head. That night, after a pint of rocky road ice cream, I went and stood in front of a full-length mirror in my bedroom – totally nude. And as I stared at myself I realized it was true – I didn’t like what I saw. And I certainly didn’t like how I felt inside. It was that moment that something awakened within me – there was some kind of seismic shift that made everything change.”
By this point I could see part of his smooth-as-a-baby’s-behind voluminous pectoral muscles and the nice deep divide between them. The shirt dangled there like a curtain partially hiding some tremendous theatrical surprise. I was scared my mouth would soon start drooling.
“The next day was Saturday and I was at a gym two blocks from my house by six that morning. I had never stepped into a gym in my entire life. There was an early morning trainer already there by that time, so I was assigned to this huge jovial guy named Cesar. One of his first questions to me was what I hoped to accomplish by working out and I had answered with tears in my eyes, ‘I want to like myself. I want to be a fun person again.’ This answer seemed to blow Cesar out of the water. I think he had expected something like ‘I want to be healthy’ or ‘I want to get bigger.’ I think the big man recognized a little of his old self in my answer and he immediately took a liking to me. He told me that he could work on making my ‘outside’ more fun, but that I was going to have to do all the ‘inside’ work on my own. He said having a rocking hard body helped, but it was never the answer to happiness. I knew he was right, but I said, ‘I just want to like what I see in the mirror.’ Cesar said to give him two years and we’d get there.”
He held out his arms – indicating he’d need my help getting the dress shirt off of his huge frame. I pulled on one of the cuffs as he pushed the shirt off his shoulder. We then did it on the other side, too. I beheld my boss’ huge chiseled upper body shirtless for the first time. I felt my head go very light and the room started spinning. I reached out to steady myself against the back of a nearby chair. If he had noticed my temporary muscle-induced vertigo, he didn’t acknowledge it at all. He was a polite man and would not have wanted to embarrass me.
“Cut to six years later and after never ever missing a day of working out since then I have become the fifty-two year old man you see in front of you. And, for the record, I really like taking off my clothes and looking in the mirror.”
“I can see why,” I replied – still quite dizzy from the splendor that was him.
“I still train with Cesar most mornings, but I can now lift a lot more than him. He calls me the ‘Alpha’ and takes credit for all of my growth. However, he always says the ‘inside’ changes were because of my own hard work. So the point I was making is that you’re never going to know if a ‘moment’ will be life changing or not until you’re past it a little. Take this moment, now, for example. We both just happened to be working late. I happened to walk up on you as you were looking at hot men on Grindr in the break room. That got me thinking about how nice it would feel to have that gorgeous mouth of yours plastered on my pecs, which has led to this exact moment, now – me standing in my office with my shirt off and you looking like a kid in a candy store. So, be careful, stud, what you do in this moment can have major ramifications in the future – both the near future and the far away future. I’m just a big muscle daddy standing in front of a young man asking him to worship him, but it could turn into so much more. Take a moment to decide, if you need to, kid.”
“My life changing moment came two years ago, sir, when you hired me for this job. We sat in that conference room down the hall and chatted for two hours during the interview. I didn’t want it to end, because staring at your body in that tight shirt pleased me so much. I also couldn’t have stood up from the table or the front of my slacks would have given my lust away. Deciding to work here was one of the best decisions in my life – even for a youngster like me. I’ve worked hard in hopes that you’d notice me. I’ve waited patiently for this moment, right now.”
“It sounds like a decision has already been made.”
The Flash couldn’t have gotten his mouth on the man’s chest faster than I did. I had dreamed of – and beaten off thinking about – that luscious protruding pec shelf for two years. I had taken so many secret photos of that bare chest during our company’s beach volleyball outing that I had been able to memorize the veins, the exact placement of the jutting nipples, and the incredible thickness of both massive mounds. I immediately sounded like a shed full of pigs chowing down on some freshly thrown grub. The force of my sucking, intensified by dreaming of this moment for two years straight, caused my boss to gasp loudly, which turned into an even louder long moan. Hearing him get excited because of something I was doing to him was like throwing gasoline on an open flame. The passion of the moment multiplied a hundred fold. I sucked like a madman – which was surely going to leave big mouth spots all over his enormous chest.
“Aw hell, young man, you make me want to crush something big!”
Vein-covered gigantic biceps wrapped around my shoulders and back, pulling me even more tightly into his much bigger and much harder body. I simply continued to suck – wanting to give the man the kind of pleasure that could only lead to an explosion. The bald headed behemoth continued to let out copious amounts of expletives in between deep guttural moans, which actually sounded more like growls. This only fueled me on more – the idea that something I was doing would give him pleasure made me feel like a superhero. I took time – even in the midst of my sensation overload – to enjoy the moment. To appreciate the physical payoff of a man’s years in a gym, to soak up the comfort and security of such a strong hug, and to admire the intense joy the man brought to all of my five senses. He was a fifty-two year old muscle god and I was his adoring worshipper. I was fully aware of the yet to be unleashed power in his arms. He held me tightly, but I could feel how he only used a fraction of his full strength – so he wouldn’t do any permanent damage. My blood boiled even more as I imagined the amount of weight he was able to push around in a gym. Suddenly, the monstrous limbs surrounding me squeezed tighter and the man leaned backwards – causing my feet to shoot off the ground as he tightly held my smaller body a foot from the floor.
“I’ll give you about ten hours to stop that sexy-man sucking, kid. You’re making me feel invincible – like even more powerful than superman. This is the kind of pleasure I’ve dreamed of ever since I hired you. I’ve wanted to smother you in my enormous muscles for forever. You make me want to take on an army!”
I knew this would end up being what he had referenced before – one of my moments. Hearing the big elder man talk this way was better than anything else in the world – well, anything that didn’t involve him doing things to me. I had a feeling we were going to have a few more important moments in the coming hours and in the coming years. I became his man right there in that tight-as-hell hug with my feet dangling in the air. So many moments in my life had simply been a pre-cursor to this moment. My hard-ons in appreciation of muscle magazines, my endless internet scrolls through muscle worship videos, my childhood lust for Lou Ferrigno in ‘The Incredible Hulk,’ my numerous one-night stands because a guy’s arm stretched the material of his shirt, and my endless hours daydreaming about this man at my desk – all of it led to right here, right now.
“Kid, I have a feeling this moment is going to be even more special than the day I started lifting. Holding you in my big arms feels better than I ever imagined. I’m going to make sure you never have a desire that isn’t met. I want you to be the happiest lad on earth.”
“I already am, right now, in this moment, sir.”