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PART 1 I noticed him the first day he came to my Mediterranean island with his model girlfriend. It was a scorchingly hot August afternoon that became unbearably hot when he took his shirt off at the beach. I could feel the water around my dick boil as he revealed the perfectly meaty v-taper that flourished into a smooth door-wide shoulder area adorned with fleshy round delts. If I were any closer to the shore, I bet I could feel the pebbles grind under his hefty mass. When he turned around, my suspicions were confirmed. He was an off-season amateur bodybuilder. He wasn't just a guy who lifts and throws a flex on Insta Stories once in a while. The square pecs were so heavy the nips pointed downwards, disappearing in the shadow the massive mounds of muscle threw onto his upper abs. The thickness of his abdominal area couldn't be hidden with a layer of off-season fat, and it was accentuated when he sat near his girlfriend. While she was showing him stuff on her smartphone, i gawked at his stacked 8-pack, each brick laying heavily atop another. They weren't keen on swimming. They put a large mat on the beach and sunbathed next to each other. I dreamed of his off-season physique glistening in the water, but he didn't want to mess up his perfect hairdo or get salt into his thick dark neatly-styled testosterone-induced beard. During the off-season, lot of bodybuilders sport a healthy pit bush, but his pits were neatly shaven. As was his whole body. Must have been a lot of work getting this smooth, because he definitely had testo levels few times higher than your average guy. As the afternoon went on, all I could see were his carved calves, as he laid cosily on the pebbles. He occasionally took pics of his girlfriend posing, so i got glimpses of his upper arm thickness. My dick leaked long strings of precum that mixed with the warm seawater. The Sun nearly dropped into the sea when the two of them decided to leave the beach. I was afraid he would catch me following them, so I kept my distance. You just never know with guys that big. I knew my fascination was a dangerous one. They were loading stuff in the car trunk the moment I passed them by. He took a shirt out of the bag and started to put it on, but I still managed to catch a glimpse of his side thickness. Lat and pecs and all. My dick reacted, trapped in my wet swimming shorts. I saw a wet stain on the back of his shorts, between the developed glutes. I could hear him talking to his girlfriend in his booming voice. In German. Something about taking a long shower. I came home and jerked a lot before I was ready to do anything else. Then I checked Instagram, and browsed through photos taken that day on our island. It's always been a very popular place. And then I saw it. A selfie of him and his girlfriend. Her taking a fake modelling pose. Him all relaxed, with his pec slab front and center. My drained dick got up again. I was so excited that I double-tapped the photo. It was like a muscle fan's reflex. I shouldn't have done that. A second later I received a new follower notification. It was fckin him. I was petrified - not just my dick, but my whole body. He noticed me. Awww fck. I followed him back, then went to the kitchen to chug down a bottle of cold water. When I came back, I saw an Instagram message notification. "The forest near the beach. Half past midnight." *** You know, it's not easy being a muscle admirer on an island. Your choice of muscle is slim, even in the Summer, when a lot of people come. I wish I lived in a big city where they have those large meathead factories with thousands of perfectly-fed muscular bodies. I bet a lot of you guys from the city would judge me for doing what I did, but I don't care. It was dangerous, but I decided to meet him. I came there ten minutes earlier. I was careful not to get noticed by anyone from the village. They already kinda suspected I was gay. I didn't want to supply them with a solid proof. It's a small island with many narrow-minded people. I felt needles through my feet. My dick was surprisingly limp. I heard the car approaching. I ran into the bushes. I wasn't sure it was him. I saw a white t-shirt catching the light from the moon. I saw how stretched it was over the chest. I noticed how the thighs filled out the cotton shorts. Definitely him. I approached and said hi. He as silent. Probably one of those guys who likes to get to business right away. I did what I usually do with guys - embraced him in a friendly manner and complimented his muscles. He was a guest on my island, after all. He showed me to the floor. His arm so heavy. I scraped my shin, but kept quiet. He hovered over me. Unbuckled his belt, rolled down his trousers and black Philipp Plein briefs. His expensive perfume filled the air. "Lecke!" The order was clear, even though my German was kind of rusty. The smooth globes of his glutes were outlined by moonlight. I rose from the dirt and knelt before the meat that was shaped by thousands of grueling squats. I spread the cheeks to discover the only place he had bodyhair in. Nestled between his meatball glutes was a rosy hole adorned with thick brown fur. I took a deep breath and dove in. The ripeness flooded my mouth, as the thick hard glutes smooshed my face. TO BE CONTINUED PART 2 If this kind of story makes you hard, leave a comment, it means a lot to me.