Popular Post musclehintz Posted July 31, 2018 Popular Post Share Posted July 31, 2018 I am so fucking jealous of you. I've been jealous of you since the first time I looked at you. You were so far away I could barely see your body. But I could see your face. Fuck. I'm married, I have four kids, and I've been straight as an arrow since I started fucking in the ninth grade. But I never got so hard so quickly as when I looked at your fucking face. I can still remember the way the sunlight fell upon your bright blue eyes, your sparkling blond hair, your faultless clear skin. Your features were so beautiful they were almost feminine, or childlike, but when your soft pink lips curled upward and parted to reveal a row of blindingly white teeth… Fuck, I nearly had an orgasm just thinking about it. Your smile was so devastatingly confident, exuded so much fucking power and charisma, no one could doubt your masculinity. Your smile told everyone in that gym that you were the kind of guy who could fuck anyone he wanted, anytime he wanted, because he was just that fucking sexy. And as you got closer, I realized that you weren't just a pretty face. You were tall. Like really fucking inhumanly tall. I’m a big guy myself - a proud 6`4 - but fuck, I doubt the top of my head would graze the bottom of your pecs. How did you even get inside the building? You must have had to bend down really, really low to pass through. I saw the people around you gawking, most of them at eye level between your waist and halfway up your abs. It was comical, and yet that relaxed, beautiful smile never left your perfect face. Fuck, this was normal for you - you were used to being a giant, towering over shorter, uglier people. It's like being some sort of genetically perfect freak was your goddamn birthright. No wonder you were so fucking confident. And then you started to take your jacket off. Fuck. I had no way to prepare for what was coming. You see, most tall guys have a really hard time getting huge muscles. Sure, we can gain weight. But it's not as easy to get that intense density that shorter guys have. So I was expecting you to be a bit like that - muscular, powerful, but not super thick. But man, what a fucking idiot I was. When you pulled off that jacket, and I saw the width of your shoulders, my jaw dropped. Were you as wide as three people? Four? Maybe five? It was impossible to get a sense of scale because everyone around you was so much smaller.your jacket dropped down past your arms, and I almost had a heart attack when I saw the size of your guns. Guns are too weak - they were more like nuclear weapons, really. I swear you were holding your arms straight out, unflexed, and yet they were so swollen with muscle that they were literally as wide as some of the bodybuilders’ torsos. It looked good - proportional, even - because of just how fucking huge the rest of you was. But damn, I had never been more insecure about my own 300 lbs Mr. Olympia-winning body in my life. You finally dropped the jacket totally to the floor. You were shirtless now. Just like your face, your torso was impeccable and flawless, not a blemish gracing your baby-smooth flesh. But unlike your soft, beautiful face, your torso was one-hundred-percent rock-hard masculinity. Your pecs were so big they seemed to move independently from the rest of you, the liquid-iron muscle swaying hypnotically with every move of your body. Even when you were standing still, they were so massive that they crushed the space between them into nothingness. Your abs were equally incredible - I had to count them. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten bricks of pure muscle. Your abs actually bulged with muscle, like they were fighting for space, with definition that I could never achieve. It was obvious. If I ever stood up on the posing stage with you, you would destroy me. I had trained for over twenty years, crafting a body that most men could only dream of. And yet there was you - some hot young kid, probably half my age, with a face that could put most of Hollywood out of business and a body that would end bodybuilding as a sport as we know it. Some fucking genetically perfect freak who could probably get to my size if he had sat at home eating donuts his entire life and still look hotter than any Playgirl model. It wasn't fair, it wasn't fucking fair. And why was I rock-hard this whole time? I wasn't fucking gay. But maybe, for you, I was. And I wasn't alone, judging by the dudes at the bench press. Or the ladies at the treadmill. Or - fuck, there wasn't a single man or woman in the gym who wasn't trying to hide their orgasm right there. And all you were doing was standing there, smiling innocently as your eyes and lips and muscles gave an entire room of men and women a fucking orgasm. I rushed to the locker room and started whacking away at my meat. I closed my eyes, trying to think of my wife. But now that I had seen perfection, I could only think of my flaws. Why couldn't I be like you? So beautiful, so tall, so muscular, so powerful, so young. I was inadequate. My ego was crushed. My self-esteem couldn’t go any lower. Or so I thought. You had walked in on me jerking off. I stared into your eyes, and instantly came all over again, even though I had pumped myself dry only seconds before. My cock burned with a pain it had never known. And you smiled at, your infuriatinging sexy smile, so seductive and innocent and dominating and beautiful all at once. And then you spoke. “Mind if I join you?” Fuck. Your voice was so deep. Morgan Freeman fucking wishes he could speak half as powerfully as you. I cried in agony as my soft, raw dick shot to full hardness all over again. My own voice sounded like a small child in comparison, despite the fact that I was at least twenty years senior to you. “S-s-sure, go a-a-head.” You smirk. “Thanks.” And then you unzip your pants, unleashing the biggest fucking cock I had ever seen. My eyes open so wide that I am legitimately afraid they may pop out of their sockets. You are so long, so thick, so veiny. Your cock is over a foot long, and wider than my forearms. And flaccid! You push your dick into mine, and I can see that, even in my raging glory, I barely reach half your flaccid length. I wrap my hands around your cock and close my eyes, thinking about how good it must feel to be so massive, so powerful. You're growing even bigger in my hands, and I feel skin stretch and blood pump under my fingers. I realize just how pathetic I am. How could a woman ever be satisfied by me. You, on the other hand, are what all men should aspire to be. You've give more people orgasm from your face than most men give with their cocks. You are so powerful, so muscular, you could conquer any man or woman you want. And your cock ruins your sexual partners for anybody else, just like it's ruining me and my marriage. And all I'm doing is giving you a fucking handjob. I hate you. I fucking hate you so much. My life as I know it is over. And yet I love you. I don't know your name, which you are, where you came from. But my love - my lust - comes from somewhere deeper. It comes from worship. It comes from a recognition of a superior human being. It comes from jealousy. 26 2 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted July 31, 2018 Share Posted July 31, 2018 Wow! Wotta ride! Thanks so much! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
teknodave Posted July 31, 2018 Share Posted July 31, 2018 Wow.. so hot. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted July 31, 2018 Share Posted July 31, 2018 MoreMoreMore. Amazing start Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iceman751 Posted July 31, 2018 Share Posted July 31, 2018 Wow, insane! I loved each and every word of it, it may have been short, but it was so hot that I really want to see more as soon as possible. I love that it was from the first person perspective and that I was the one being the absolute gorgeous beast of muscle and cock. I would love to know how I got this way, how strong I am, and how many people I've fucked ever since I first became sexually active. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shortstuff Posted August 1, 2018 Share Posted August 1, 2018 WOW Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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musclehintz Posted August 13, 2018 Author Share Posted August 13, 2018 Hah - I never saw the reception this one got after I published it. I'm glad y'all enjoyed it, it was a pleasure to write! Some backstory - this was probably one of the fastest stories I've ever written. In fact, I wrote it over the course of a four-hour plane ride. The idea came to me because I realized that I had never written a story in the second-person perspective - where the musclegod character is the reader, being admired by the narrator. I've always liked the theme of jealousy in my works, where other men are jealous over a man so superior to them that they could never catch up, a man so handsome and powerful that even in their envy they can't help but lust over him. IDK if I will ever make a "sequel" to this story, since it was more or less a proof-of-concept. But I liked the way it turned out, and I may write more stories in this style in the future. 3 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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