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I wrote this story today and I've wanted to for ages, based on a guy in his mid-50s I know who recently got into competitive bodybuilding. He's so gruff and manly and when we see each other in the street or in town he slaps me on the back and I wish I was one of his sons. This is what I imagine he and his grown sons get up to behind closed doors. Enjoy! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dave looked really good. He had turned fifty a nine months prior and had never felt better. Life seemed to be back on track for the guy, who had not had the easiest of times. His high school sweetheart Angela, with whom he had sired two sons, had been gone from his life for twenty six lonely years. His love for her had been so profound that he had never even glanced in the direction of another woman since her passing. Until her death he had been a keen gym goer and amateur bodybuilder, and she loved when he would bounce his meaty pecs or flex his powerful arms for her. It made her feel safe, and him feel masterful and strong, like a trusty protector of his beloved treasure. After she was gone he stopped paying attention to this aspect of his life, turning his attention to being a dutiful father for the lads and working hard to provide for them. It was as he approached the milestone birthday that he caught a glimpse of himself in the shower, his shoulders still broad and his waist still trim, that the idea crossed his mind to head to the home gym in the basement and see if any of his formidable strength remained. He was to be pleasantly surprised as he loaded up a squat rack with heavy weights, dropped to ground with them over his shoulders and bounced up effortlessly. The adrenaline was instant and a rush of excitement coursed through his body. After this exercise his quads were bursting with veins and pulsating wildly. “This is definitely something I could get back into.” He pondered. Fast forward to Christmas Eve, as Dave sat by the fire in the living room with the newspaper and a glass of wine, his bulging muscular frame filling the armchair his sons entered the room. “Ah there you are boys! I was wondering where you’d both got to. Come and join me on the couch.” The beast of a man stood up, his mass eclipsing the two smaller men who had sprung from his seed. He sat in the middle of the sofa and was joined on either side by Andreas and Robert. He put his arms around their necks and brought them in to nuzzle his huge, hard chest and they obediently and adoringly rested, each head gently placed on one solid pec. Dave began to rub his sons’ backs gently, and then not so gently. After not long his arm extended further and further south and was massaging their buttocks. Massaging them hard. The boys each began to squeeze one of their dad’s thick nipples, which immediately began to get thicker and harder. A small moan came out of each of their soft mouths as a large middle finger entered their rectum. “Shhhhh boys, don’t respond, just let it happen, ease into it.” Upon their father’s instruction their anuses appeared to relax and their expressions of anguish turned to beaming smiles and Dave began to thrust his finger in and out of the tight holes. “Boys I never imagined we’d have such a happy Christmas after your mother died. This is such a delight, I love you both so much.” He then began to passionately kiss Andreas, thrusting his tongue down his son’s throat. “Daddy we love you too. Every day that Andy and I stay home to look after all of your needs is a dream come true, we love our daddy!” purred Robert into dad’s ear. This pleased Dave and he flipped his body over, leaving Andreas to catch his breath, and began thrusting his giant body against Robert’s slight pudgy build. Robert moaned as Dave bit down on his lower lip before digging his warm wet tongue into his mouth. “Robbie you’re so tasty, just what I needed after a big dinner!” Dave ripped off his sweater showing a distended, but nonetheless ripped, belly from the aforementioned meal. The trousers came next and his gigantic throbbing cock made quick work of tearing through his tight boxers. “Andy, worship my body like a good boy while I smash your brother’s arse open!” Andreas didn’t need to be told twice and he got down on the floor, licking his father’s toes and then moving up the rippling legs, first kissing and groping the calf muscles that jutted out like coarse diamonds and then moving his head up between the beefy red hot thighs. He kissed the insides of his dad’s quads as Dave tightened his grip on his son’s head as his pleasure intensified. “Come on Robbie, time to see if I loosened you up enough.” In less than a second he undressed his son and turned him over, burying his handsome face in the asshole, excavating the deep crevice with his tongue. “Mmmmmm Robbie you taste so good! You’re truly the fruit of my loins, I can’t wait to get you properly lubed up to take daddy’s pillar of flesh!” Robert was in a trance, so thrilled to be dominated by his possessive, caring daddy and immediately widened his rectum, knowing that an enormous and powerful force was about to enter, and would not be soft or gentle. Having been widened by his father’s loving tongue and finger there was no difficulty slipping in his member which glided beautifully in and out of his son’s snatch. Dave beat his chest as he pounded his son’s ass and grunted primordially like a wild animal as he felt the throes of orgasm approaching. He tightened his grip on Robert’s waist as he pumped his cock into the little man’s ass three more times, unleashing a flood of semen which flew up Robert’s ass and began leaking a steady warm ooze down his thighs and onto the floor. It was so warm that it began to steam as it made contact with the winter air outside. Whilst Robbie lay on his back on the couch, continuously dripping from his asshole, Dave was not yet sated. He looked over to Andreas, his more muscular but still diminutive son and indicated that it was his turn. Andreas removed his shirt and pants and stood looking up to his father in just his underpants. Dave wrapped his arms around Andreas and began to feel his body up. “You two boys remind me of your mother and myself years ago. Robbie you’re lovely and soft, smooth all over. Putting my dick in you is like sticking it to your mum’s tight wet pussy, and you scream and howl like she used to, like you can’t decide whether you’re on cloud nine to have my godly dick inside you or whether you’re terrified it’s going to rip you wide open. Andy,” he said, caressing his son’s chiselled face “you’re like me when I was in my 20s. Tight abs, nice pair of pecs and wide shoulders. Still a baby compared to me, but I love seeing the little similarities between us. And the way your six pack is always covered in stubble from you shaving that stubborn hair that won’t stop growing. Just drives me wild, let me stick my head in there!” He proceeded to motorboat his son’s pecs. He stood side by side next to his son, spread his legs slightly, and lifted his arms in the air, bringing his large hands into fists next to his head forming an impressive front double biceps pose. Andreas followed, the arrogant smirk on his face warming Dave’s heart. He put his hands around Andreas’ left biceps, squeezing them with ease. The two continues to pose down as Robert crawled over to the two of them and began worshiping them. Sucking his father’s still erect cock and working Andreas’ with his hand. “You really are just like your mother Robbie, such a good sucker. Once you’ve made me cum a second time I’m going to reward you by letting you come to bed with me.” Robert began to suck even harder and faster, he loved going to bed with his daddy, and he would lay in his daddy’s arms al night jerking off again and again, the two of them waking up in a sticky pool of both of their discharges that flooded over the edge of the bed and all over the floor. As his father shot his load down his son’s throat, Robert blacked out, probably deprived of oxygen and enjoyed several hours of comatose muscle worship dreams.
Hi guys, a new one, focused on an intense quad workout Hope you like it. ............................................. "Grrrrrrrrrrr......... 9" The pain was freaky intense, but he had to finish the series. He went for the 10th one, almost hard from the intense workout... "Ffffffffuckkkkkkkkk" He started raising the leg, and saw how his right foot was elevating the weight in the leg extensions machine. It wasn't a quick movement, Greg never liked doing quick movements, slow ones made the muscles work harder and, what was the best, observe how the fibers contracted and made his quad get freaky cut. He stopped the elevation about 10cm from the end, making the quads work intensely. It hurted like hell, but he knew the effect of this self-inflicted pain: it would keep his body fat low, really low, burning the last ounce of fat and carbs to stay in a perfect 0%bf condition. He looked at this quad and stood amazed, once again, at it, and got completely hard, his cock fully erect from the excitation of watching that freaky and beautiful work of art that was his own leg. He looked again at his leg, and saw that the knee was barely visible, being his teardrop as thick as it was. He admired how the muscle started at the middle of his thigh, emerging from below the rectus and flowing right under the sartorius muscles. Huge, thick, getting wider and wider as it approaches the knee, growing into a huge thick round teardrop head, almost covering the knee, and making the leg look like a boneless slab of muscle. He caressed the huge quad, as if he were trying to calm the pain down. Each caress made his cock tremble, as if he were jacking off his own cock, instead of being caressing his muscles. "Fuck, it's getting harder and harder each day". The feeling was fucking intense. When he touched any muscle on himself, he got instantly hard. And when touching his thigh, the effect was 10 times more intense. Quads was his favourite muscle group, he trained as much as he could. He moved his paper thin skin over the quad, very slightly, and saw how the superficial veins crawled over the cuts and fibers of the quad. He got hard with that sight. Fuck, how much he loved to see himself as a shredded freak!!. His balls contracted a bit, about to erupt before ending the series, but he had such a huge control over his cock and balls, that he could stop it. He stared at his quads again... "I'm going too far with this shredding stuff, but FUCK I love it" Yeah he loved it, he could be working out quads and watching himself grow for days, and he wouldn't need anything else. Just eat, to keep growing, but that's all. He traced the teardrop with his finger, making the skin get tight, freaky tight all over the cut. Then he cupped the teardrop with his hand, not covering it completely, so thick as it was. He turned the leg outwards, withouth relaxing the contraction, and making his inner thigh show up and make all the effort. The movement made his cock twitch a bit, getting him to the limit once again... but he could stop it again, and focused again on his inner thigh "Fuck, i love this muscle shit". That muscle shit was his sartorius muscle. The most freaky, insane, and weird muscle he had, and one of his fav ones. He saw how that long long muscle emerged from the knee. He could almost see the insertion in the bone, and followed the muscle with his finger, from the beginning, and crawing up, crossing over the end of the teardrop, and ended inserting right under the hip muscle. He lost his cock control just enough to let a huge and thick drop of cum jump and end right on the end of the muscle, next to the knee. "Fuck, it's like a giant cock right on top of the leg", he loved to thick of that muscle as if it was a freaky cock made of muscle. He turned the leg inwards again, to focus on the outer muscle, the vastus lateral and the middle head. And that was the freak show he love to make to himself. He had learnt how to make the ceps relax and contract one by one. At the beginning of the movement, he loved to watch the middle head of the quad getting thick, emerging between the teardrop and the lateral, making it deeper and deeper the cut with the lateral. And then, when turning the leg completely inwards, he saw how that middle head went down, overwhelmed by the size of the teardrop and the lateral head. This last one grew HUGE, it was insane, it was like a freaky second teardrop on his leg. He got horned as fuck again, his cock about to cum, and it got worst when he started to squeeze the lateral cep. "OMFG, this fucking lateral muscle is getting GROSS" And it was, in that position the muscle fibers were clearly visible, the fibers crossing from the knees all over the muscle, surrounding the huge cep and ending in the hamstring muscle. FUCK the view was amazing, in the "horizon" of his thigh, the cuts from the striations were freaky visible, as if the thigh were a ridge make of muscles and striations. He placed his leg again in the start position, to finish the rep and enjoy his view and his muscle orgasm. "Come on Greg, let's fucking enjoy this". He took a deep breath and got ready for the final crunch. Cock fully erect, cum ready and the blood ready to make that freaky gross quad crunch like hell. "Aaaarrrgggggggggggghhhhh" In a quick and final crunch, he finished raising the last 10cm and made his quad EXPLODE. Almost literally exploding into a million fibers, dozens of freaky deep cuts all over his legs. Not just the 4 main heads of the quad, but the rest of the smaller muscles in the leg, transforming it into a freaky and grotesque mass of fibers and striations. "That's it you fucker!!!!" He fucking loved that shit. He got horned, dirty, kinky, everything at the same time, when watching what he could do with his thigh. His balls were hurting, the orgasm was there, impossible to hold it anymore, but there was one more thing to do. He had prepared the machine to add 100lbs more when he wanted, and he wanted it right now. He released the plates, that falled onto the other plates and added 100lbs more to his already painful muscles. "FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK" The leg EXPLODED again. His 4 ceps feathered at the same time. "SHITTTTTTTTTT. Look at that fucking shit!!!!!!!" It was impossible to distinguish where it ended one muscle and where it started the others. All the muscle was FIBERS, it was unbelievable, out of words. The veins popped out, trying to carry all the blood that the leg needed, He loved that view, seeing his own leg turned into a freak show for himself!!!! He couldn't imagine how would one true worshipper enjoy all that pure muscle display. He could resist it anymore and started jacking off, but not his cock, but his leg. With both hands he grabbed as much muscle as he could, and started squeezing them all over the thigh, moving the skin all over the muscle, jacking off like hell. His freaky leg feeling that every stroke is like jacking his dickskin, and sending the horniness right into his cock and balls. He did that as much as he could resist... That was his own muscle heaven, and then... "FUUUCKKKK YESSSSSSSSSSSSS" He started cumming like a hose. A huge first shot of cum flew right onto the teardrop. Second shot flew into the cut between the lateral and middle head, and the rest of the shots landed everywhere in the leg, covering his feathered muscles with cum. Fuck how he loved to cum to his own muscles. As much as flexing them, growing them, and turning himself into a freaky beast. Now he was satisfied. ".... and TEN"