Muscle worship

During college I worked at a used book store one Summer. This kinda muscled guy, similar age, a bit shorter would come in often, usually after his gym workouts and would stare and make comments about my upper body size. I as always thanked him and told him I too worked out mostly for strength and size and I lucky to have good genes. His name was Quinn and as the Summer moved on I was impressed that he seemed to be making great gains, he kept dropping compliments about my chest and bis too. He would buy books on weight training but he asked if we had any books on how to learn chess. We did but I told him I could teach him if he wanted. He seemed really interested in learning from me and said he'd stop by after his gym and when we closed.

So after closing we went over to his apartment. Entering his living room I noticed a chess set on a table and mirrors all along one wall. He quickly took off his shirt and started flexing hard in front of the mirrors. Wow, I was really impressed, he looked big and ripped. I decided to follow suit , pulled off my t-shirt and posed down with him. He started to smile and we continued to flex off. I was size wise bigger but he was harder and more ripped. We both paused from exhaustion, he stared at me and asked me to do a double bi pose. I hit the best one I could and he reached over and worshiped my biceps and chest. He seemed so happy. I asked if I could do the same and he happily flexed for me to worship. His bis and chest felt like cut stone, so amazing. After that pose down and worshipping session he still wanted to learn chess, so l taught him, we stayed shirtless throughout that hot evening, occasionally flexing for each other.

I'd like to flex off with you too.

I would love that.

Hot memories nicely shared. I'd also happily worship your biceps and chest

Count me in too!

I'd flex hard for you j50! 💪

Good! Flex hard always!

Wow, you’re a great looking guy! Big , beefy, types

:-) Thanks!

Thanks man, wish we were closer. :)

I wish I could be resting in your huge arms, while you craddle carry me :-)

no more stories?????? :(

I am an Indian. Although I am an atheist, I still like to go to temples, etc. for sight-viewing, culture-experience, etc. I went to a Sikh temple when I was around 16-17 years old. At that time I was skinny as a twig. We were standing in a long queue and right in front of me was another boy (with turban)...he must be around 14 but as tall as me and looked much strong than me...I accidentaly touched his arm muscles when I was about to fell down and felt the big difference between his hard, rock like arm and my mushy flexed biceps...after that I kept touching his arm at regular intervals...I think he realised I was worshiping...so he began flexing such that nobody else could realize it...this made me feel more courageous and I started whisphering in his ear the following words in Hindi.."wow, you are a real man unlike me...I wish I was a man like you...strong, manly with manly muscles...I wish I was your servant, I wish you would beat me up to make me feel the strength in those arms...he was actually enjoying this as evident from his crooked smile and more aggression into flexing...we both enjoyed about 20-25 minutes of me worshipping him before we reached the door where the queue ended...u fortunately I couldn't get his info for further contact :(

Great story, thanks for sharing.

Thanks.........

Great story! i loved i!

Thank you.

I had a friend one Summer that I played ball with in the alley behind our houses. Jack was his name, as tall as me, but skinnier, and into muscles. He was always remarking about my broader shoulders, bigger chest, and bigger arms. Finally one day we flexed and compared. He went first. He had nice looking biceps, egg shaped, and I told him that. Then he wanted to see me flex. When I did, he said "Whoa, you have muscles like footballs!!". Made me feel great, naturally. Then we arm wrestled and I beat him easily. After that, he would periodically ask me to flex, and he would always say that I must be lifting weights because my biceps looked bigger. (I was lifting too, LOL, just to keep impressing him!). Now mind you, my arms were smaller then than now. I wish I had pursued that more aggressively.

What would Jack think of your current build? Have you stayed in touch with him?

I'm sure he'd be even more impressed. Sadly no, don't even remember his last name!

You know everything about my wishes, don't you j50yo.... ? :-)
Such a pity we live so far.

I do indeed!

Hugs , best pal !

Great story, thanks for sharing. I'd worship you hard too. Great build on you.

:-) Thanks!

HOT story!! And thanks for lifting those weights!

Thanks and you're welcome!

Great story!!
I'd definitely worship your muscles....Grrrrrr
Flex for me!!!

I'd love to!

I would worship you so hard!

:-) Nice!

Tell about your first muscle worship experience.

Damn. My first muscle worship experience was with my ex-BF—he was so so strong and he had thighs from Heaven. Shortly after we started dating, he schooled me on how much stronger he was than me, pinning my arms to the side and sucking my nips for as long as he wanted, while all I could do was squirm. He turned my nips to Jell-o ( sooo sore) but I never tired of his muscles. But best of all were his huge thighs. He used to strut into our bedroom, rock hard, with his cock bouncing, and then flex and bounce his quads (he knew it drove me nuts!). Then he’d roll into bed, wrap my left leg between his huge thighs and demand that I suck his cock. Of course, anatomy made that impossible, but he’d threaten to spank me if I didn’t do it—and he could have done that easily. Of course, ultimately he’d let me go, and—damn—I’d feed on that cock for as long as he wanted. What was even better (!) was that as I sucked his cock , he kept bouncing his big quads, which made me even crazier.

His favorite thing was back rubs and massages. If you’ve ever massaged a muscle guy, you know that it’s tough—I’d sit on his ass and then give it everything I had—from his neck and shoulders, down his back, to his muscle ass, and then those thighs. I’d start out kissing them—and of course—he wanted more. I used elbows and toys—I even tried to lick his taint—which I loved—but he said it made him “spaz”—and he’d slam those big thighs shut and not let me in. Yeah, I know—I begged—but the answer was “no.” But that was so hot, because I couldn’t, but he could. Whatever he wanted he had—and I loved it. But I only got what he said I could have—and I loved that too!!

Terrif. post, Hnybdgr; I have a pretty good idea that the physical reaction I had 😜 will be the same for many guys who read ur story. Ur a pretty good sized guy urself (nice hairy pecs, btw) but what was his descript?
Did u ever role-play as a tailor measuring him for a suit or just run a tape around them? I love big pecs, gigundo gunz but nothing like a guy with crush-worthy tree-trunks.
Too bad he’s ur ex. Thx. again.

Wow, did he ever scissor you with those huge quads?

Yeah, actually he did—many times. Body or legs. I loved it when he’d scissor my legs—just the way all that muscle felt—and the helplessness of it. Never scissored my head though—I couldn’t have taken that.