competitions Charlie's Secret (Part 1)

[muscleaddict]

OK I haven't posted anything on here for a while (I posted more on the old site), but a story I wrote recently received some comments so I thought I'd post another ongoing story I've been working on for a while now! It's a about a British student, and secret muscle lover, temporarily studying at a university in America, who, as part of his course, gets the opportunity to undertake a work placement at a bodybuilding and muscle DVD production company, where he gets to film some of the biggest, competition conditioned amateur bodybuilders in the country close up and backstage at a national amateur bodybuilding show. 

 

Some of you may have read this story already if you're familiar with my blog, and I'm not sure how in keeping it is with other stories on here but I thought I'd take a chance in posting in and let you judge for yourselves! 

 

Part 1

 

Dear Nobody

 

I’m writing you this letter, because I have to tell someone about what has just happened to me. I can’t tell this to anyone else because, at the moment, I don’t know anyone else who will understand. I suppose you could say I have a secret. It’s not something I’m ashamed of, on the contrary, it’s something I love having, a part of me I wouldn’t ever want to change. It’s just not the kind of thing that would really be appropriate to tell a person in most given situations, or the kind of thing the majority of people would really understand even if I did, so at the moment, I have to just keep it, and anything relating to it, such as the events of today, to myself.

 

There are only three things you need to know about me. The first thing is that my name is Charlie. The second is, I’m currently in my second year of university, studying Film and Television Production. My official university is in London, but I’m spending a term, or as my American classmates would say, a semester, at a university in Florida. Living in America, only if for a few short months, is something of a dream come true for me. Of course, like most things, the actuality of living here is slightly different from the fantasy. I kind of love it here, but I kind of hate it too, which is interesting, because that’s pretty much the same way I feel about London. Everything is different here, and I feel like somewhat of an alien, but at the same time, I kind of love being in this foreign land, where everyone talks differently to you.

 

And the third thing you need to know is my secret. The reason I’m writing you this letter in the first place. Let me tell you about how I came to discover I even had this secret to keep. It was one Saturday afternoon, when I was about sixteen years old. I was home alone and innocently flicking through a magazine my parents bought weekly, which specialised in, of all things, radio and television listings. I wasn’t really reading it, just half heartedly turning the pages, stopping every now and then to linger on the odd thing which caught my attention, unbeknownst to me that I was about to stumble on to something which would have the strangest, and most incredible effect on me. An effect like nothing had ever had on me before. Something which would lead me to a world I never even knew existed.

 

I remember feeling my eyes physically widening when I first saw the picture, and how it felt like my heart actually stopped beating for just a millisecond of time. Staring at it, I couldn’t quite get my head around what I was seeing, and why it seemed to have me so completely transfixed. Staring up at me from the page, was the most grotesquely muscular man I had ever seen. Every single one of his body parts was enormous. From the neck up he just looked like an ordinary man, he was handsome for sure but nothing particularly special and I even remember thinking how he sort of looked a little like my geography teacher Mr Daniels, except for the fact his skin was a dark bronzed colour with an oily shine, but from the neck down, his whole body was a mass of gigantically huge, almost cartoon-like balloons of hard smooth muscle, bulging so much they looked as if they were about to burst. Every muscle was deeply separated, and most had a number of thick, wiry veins running across them. I had seen muscular guys before. Movie stars and athletes with six packs and tight, hard toned bodies, but the man in this image was something else entirely. He didn’t even look like a human being. He looked like a genuine freak of nature. A sick experiment gone wrong. A new superior species of the human race. Some kind of otherworldly creature, computer generated for a superhero film.

 

As this monstrously massive muscle freak of nature, completely naked except for a small shiny green speedo-like pouch covering his genitals, his hands resting on the top of his enormously thick legs, biting down on his biting lip and his face contorted into an almost arrogant but hugely proud expression, like he was having a whale of a time simply just possessing that freakishly huge, anatomy chart like body stared up at me from the pages of this incredibly ordinary magazine in the living room of my parents incredibly ordinary house, I was completely and utterly hypnotised. My heart was pounding, my mind was racing, and for some reason, my penis was rock hard, twitching and pushing against the material of my boxers and jeans which were now struggling to contain it.

 

This thing which had unexpectedly intruded on me from another world seemed to have this incredible hold and power over me, and I had now idea why. It didn’t feel wrong, but I knew that whatever this effect it was having on me was, it definitely wasn’t of the ordinary.

 

After staring at the image for what seemed like hours, I forced myself out of my muscle obsessed trance, and tried to focus my mind on something else, but I couldn’t. My mind had been invaded, and my thoughts completely taken over by the image of that freakishly huge mountain of enormous muscle. I needed to see it again. I took the magazine into my bedroom and lay on my side on the bed, my upper body perched up by my elbow, the magazine next to me, flat on the bed. I flicked through the pages to try and find the image, and when I did, it was like I was seeing it for the first time all over again. I had no idea what was happening to me, all I knew was that in front of me was something so amazing and special. I had never desired anything more than this specimen of extreme muscle mass. This huge, hulking mountain of thick, smooth, superhuman muscle and his shiny green speedos, and air of incredible power, extreme arrogance and hyper masculinity was the most beautiful and sexually provocative thing I had ever laid eyes on. I reached for my throbbing hard on, bulging and straining through my jeans, gently squeezed and started tugging.

 

Soon enough I was popping open the buttons of my jeans and my white cotton boxer encased hard on was sticking out. I tugged and wanked, all the time staring at the muscle freak before me. Staring at the huge mounds of croquet ball shaped muscles which popped from his arms and fought for space with his round smooth freakishly thick looking chest which looked like it was made of marble, but had tiny wiry veins spread across the upper half. Staring at how his deeply carved shoulders ballooned like two watermelons trapped under bronzed tinted skin, which tightly stretched across the huge smooth muscle and looked unhealthily thin. Staring at his six beautifully shaped stomach muscles which looked like they had been carved with a knife. Staring at the incredible mass of lines and ripples etched into his tremendously large, hard looking leg muscles. And while staring at this presumably once ordinary sized man who’d built and moulded his entire body to extreme proportions and made himself look like a member of an entirely new, superior species staring up at me from my bed with his look of complete and utter self satisfaction and his air of incredible power and arrogance, my entire body seemingly shook, the most pleasurable sensation I’d ever had consumed my entire body, I let out a loud groan of ecstasy and my boxers filled up with a wet creamy liquid. Staring at a picture of, who I later found out was one of the top professional American bodybuilders of the time, squeezing a Most Muscular on stage at a bodybuilding competition in probably the best condition of his career, I’d masturbated and made myself cum for the first time in my life.

 

From that moment on, I’ve been completely obsessed with bodybuilders. Nothing turns me on more than the image of competition ready, monstrously muscular, indecently shredded muscle freaks who live and breathe for being huge, who love nothing more than to climb into small, brightly coloured posing trunks, made of the shiniest material imaginable, and to stand in front of a camera, or an audience, and flex, and tense and squeeze their cartoonishly huge, carved out, tightly wrapped, deeply separated balloons of thick hardcore muscle mass, looking both impossibly beautifully and inhumanely grotesque in equal measures, loving every single moment of showing off their phenomenally built, superhero-worthy, circus sideshow freak-like bodies. And that is my secret. The secret that no one will understand.

 

As one can imagine, it’s a fantasy that stubbornly stays at that. A fantasy. How many ripped and peeled, competitive bodybuilders sporting biceps bigger than the size of the average man’s head do you see walking round your local supermarket? None. And how many jacked and shredded genuine muscle freaks one week away from competing at their sixth bodybuilding show of the year do you see on a Friday night at the local pub? Absolutely zero. Of course, there have been some very rare, and exceptionally brilliant moments where I’ve encountered fairly big guys sporting some pretty decently sized muscle, one or two of whom could have easily stepped onto a bodybuilding stage at some point, at various places, and of course, those moments will probably be forever etched into my memory, but for the most part, genuinely huge muscle guys, and certainly bodybuilders like the one in the magazine I found all those years ago, and the ones I have spent countless hours watching and viewing ever since, still remain an extremely elusive and rare breed. It’s an extremely small world to which I have no ties or belonging to. Except for finding the courage to attend a bodybuilding show which I’ve yet to do, it’s a world I didn’t think there was much chance I would ever step into. That was, until today. Or to be more precise, two Tuesday‘s ago, when Professor Walsh presented myself and my fellow students from my Video and Audio Production Techniques class with a list of the options for the first, one day work experience placement of the semester.

 

This is a day where every student on the course has the opportunity to visit, and participate in the filming of various types of film, television and video productions. Every student has to select three options, and the Professor will try her best to assign them to one of their choices, although this is not always possible, since as you can imagine, some of the options are more popular than others, and there are only so many students allowed on each placement.

 

Some of the students, usually the loud, obnoxious ones, were intent on getting the big gigs like production on the sets of a film from a well known studio, and popular television talk shows, but personally, I was happy with anything. I just wanted the experience.

 

Copies of the list were passed around to raised voices and excited chatter. I scanned the list to see, sure enough, a well known television talk show, work on an independent film, the set of a fairly well known cop show from cable who were filming in the area, work for a local news and weather television station, and some more fairly obscure productions.

 

Although nothing was particularly standing out as something I had a real desire to do, it all sounded pretty exciting. And then, as my eyes steered down to the bottom of the page, they suddenly widened, my heart leaped into my throat, and I almost couldn’t believe what I saw written on the last line, as the very last option; Filming at a National Bodybuilding Competition for a Muscle Video & DVD Production Company.

 

My head was spinning. Was this really happening? Was the universe finally providing me with an entry into this world I never thought I would enter? I kept checking the list, looking at the words again, just to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating, and sure enough, there it was. My opportunity to be at, and take part in the filming of a National bodybuilding competition.

 

My mind was racing with possibilities of what this might involve. I pictured myself with a small film crew, standing to the side of a seated audience in a large dark auditorium, watching six or seven larger than life, monstrously huge muscle freaks standing on a stage before me, the stage lights bouncing off the oil and tan plastering every inch of their freakishly big, moulded muscle bound bodies. Every single one of them a mountain of bulging, rippling, hard smooth muscle mass, pulsating and twitching and tensing with the slightest move.

 

I then pictured myself backstage in a large open room packed full of massive bronzed painted muscle men wearing nothing but tiny sized thinly strapped posing trunks, each pair shinier and brighter than the next. Every single superhuman muscle brute of a man intensely pumping up his shockingly huge muscles, grunting and huffing with every lift as their huge slabs of muscle meat strain and bulge through their completely hairless drum tight skin, and me, standing next to a cameraman, closely filming every single pump of a massive, competition conditioned All American muscle freak, mere inches away from his blown up balloons of fleshy, bulging, rippling muscle.

 

The fact that I was looking at the opportunity to be in the presence of the kind of muscle freaks I’d been wanking off over for years and to see their freaky huge muscle up close in person was mind blowing. However, it terrified me just as much as it excited me.

 

The two days which followed were spent agonising over what to do with this opportunity  I’d been unexpectedly faced with. My mind was completely split in half. It felt like two voices had invaded my head, one voice saying “you have to do this, this is a once in a lifetime, rare opportunity and you will never get this again, it will absolutely amazing, it will blow your mind, you’ll get to see real life, huge, genuine muscle freaks pumping and flexing and cranking close up, deep down you know you want to do this, and if you don’t, you will always regret it”, while the other voice was shouting “don’t be stupid, you can’t do this, the fantasy is never as good as the reality, you will make a fool of yourself, you will feel uncomfortable, nervous, anxious, people will look at you, think you are strange, and how will you explain your reason for wanting to do this to your classmates, and Professor Walsh?”.

 

One minute, a certain voice would sound clearer than the other, and I would make what I thought was my final decision, and then, out of nowhere, the other voice would suddenly shout up again, and I’d start to doubt my decision once more.

 

Even on the day of handing in our choices, sitting in Professor Walsh’s class, with five minutes to spare before the lesson came to a close, I still hadn’t made my final decision. I also knew, that if I selected the bodybuilding competition, there was a very good chance I would get the placement. I couldn’t say for definite, but I knew it was fairly unlikely any of my other classmates would select it as an option. There were a couple of guys in my class with a little bit of muscle on them who clearly went to the gym, but I would have been highly surprised if any of them had a genuine interest in bodybuilding. It was without a doubt, one of those obscure placements to make up the numbers which nobody wanted to end up on. Well, almost nobody.

 

Professor Walsh was wrapping up the lesson. “OK class, you might have noticed this red box at the front of my desk”. This was it. My time was up.

 

“By now I presume you’ve all made your three choices for next weekend’s work experience placement. If you’d like to place your completed sheets into the box as you leave. Please keep in mind, you are not guaranteed a place on any of your choices. We will do our best to assign you to one of your choices, but due to limited spaces on each placement, in some cases this will not be possible”.

 

My classmates had started to shift, everyone was getting out their sheets and gathering their bags in order to leave, while I was staring at my sheet with my pen anxiously hovering over it. Two of my choices had been ticked, which just left one. The words “Bodybuilding Competition” leered up at me, testing my every nerve and ounce of bravery. My pen was wavering from the box next to it, towards the box next to “Production on a Music Video”. The voices in my head both clearer and more frantic than ever, one in battle with the other.

 

Bodybuilding Competition

 

You HAVE to do this!

 

Music Video

 

Don’t be stupid. You will make a fool of yourself.

 

Bodybuilding Competition

 

Just imagine it! Real life, huge, genuine muscle freaks pumping and flexing and cranking close up!

 

Music Video

 

You will feel uncomfortable, nervous, anxious, people will look at you, and think you are strange!

 

Bodybuilding Competition

 

Deep down you know you want to do this, and if you don’t, you know you will ALWAYS regret it!

 

And with one quick motion, I ticked my third and final box, and my fate was sealed. My heart was pounding as I approached the box, and my hands were shaking slightly as I dropped the sheet in. The second after, I glanced up to see Professor Walsh looking at me behind her desk. A friendly smile was trying to mask an expression of curiosity and slight confusion. She had clearly noticed my anxiety and I felt a sharp brief pinch that I might have been rumbled.

 

The incident quickly faded from memory and as I left the classroom and walked along the corridor, the strongest emotion of elation, sheer pride and the overwhelming feeling that I had just done something amazing came over me. I had just taken one step closer to that crazy, amazing world of huge, freaky muscle I never thought I would ever be able to enter.

[goremeridian]

This is single-handedly one of the best-written pieces I've ever read on this site. Tightly written, and rhetorically flawless; as turned on as I was, other little emotions like amazement and envy kept popping up too. The epistolary format is inspired too; it allows us to empathise completely with the narrator.

 

Just...wow.

[muscleaddict]

This is single-handedly one of the best-written pieces I've ever read on this site. Tightly written, and rhetorically flawless; as turned on as I was, other little emotions like amazement and envy kept popping up too. The epistolary format is inspired too; it allows us to empathise completely with the narrator.

 

Just...wow.

 

Wow! What do I say in response to this?! Thank you so much for those lovely words goremeridian, I'm genuinely touched! Such smart and inspiring feedback! Amongst the best I think I've ever received for one of my stories.

 

Although I'm still working on this story I have quite a lot written so far, which I'll be posting in due course!

 

Thank you again! 

[AlexDrake]

What a great beginning to what's going to be a great story. The emotions are real and relatable, told in a way that makes you completely follow Charlie's apprehension and reluctance. The muscle descriptions are quite vivid, too, told by someone who just discovered that bodies could look that way. Can't wait to see what Charlie will be like among real musclemen. Speaking of which: as far as cliffhangers go, there isn't much nerve wracking tension, is there? Charlie's going to get the job, right?

[Kamaswami]

I've been reading this story on your blog, and for some reason my computer will never let me comment, so I'm happy to see it here. This story is fantastic! Not only are your descriptions of the male physique amazing, but also the way you are able to get inside the head of a true muscle worshipper and put they're thoughts and feelings down on paper (or screen as the case may be). You transport me into your characters situations like no other writer, and I can't wait to see the rest of this story published, and look forward to anything else you write. Thank you.

[muscleaddict]

I've been reading this story on your blog, and for some reason my computer will never let me comment, so I'm happy to see it here. This story is fantastic! Not only are your descriptions of the male physique amazing, but also the way you are able to get inside the head of a true muscle worshipper and put they're thoughts and feelings down on paper (or screen as the case may be). You transport me into your characters situations like no other writer, and I can't wait to see the rest of this story published, and look forward to anything else you write. Thank you.

 

Wow, thank you for this fantastic feedback (and sorry to hear about your problems using the blog)! Some really lovely, and thoughtful critique there! I have to say getting into Charlie's muscle obsessed head and exploring his thoughts (and fantasies!) is one of my favourite elements of writing this story so it's great to hear someone say how much they like that part of the story!

 

Thank you again - and thanks to everyone else who has commented here. I'll probably get part 2 up today.