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Subject: My Bodybuilder My Bodybuilder He texted me, "Hey babe, Eric left me the key. I'm finishing up my workout. Why don't you come here." His buddy, Eric, often lets him stay and lock the gym up, after everyone else leaves for the day. Eric knows how important it is to him to not cut short his workout. I read the text, and immediately get hard. Thinking of him in the locker room, all pumped up from one of his intense workout sessions, muscles bulging, his massive body gleaming with sweat, and I know horny, (because he always is. which is one of the many things i flippin love about him), my horniness for him goes into turbo, and I grab our bottle of body oil, and race on over. The front door is open. I lock it behind me. I scan the room, but it's not like I really need to. He's standing there at the dead lift machine, like a mountain of iron flesh, among a forest of steel. He's unmissable. He is about to lift his next set, as I see his massive thighs bulging as he begins. Geez, I love being between those thighs. I hurry over as my cock gets even harder, (if that's even possible), and trys desperately to point the way. As I get within 6 feet, I see him notice me, and that great smile of his appears again. He knows how excited I get when I watch him workout. I leak pre, and my shorts get damp. He's lifting an enormous amount of weight. He is so powerful. It's incredible. No matter how many times I watch him, I'm blown away each and every time. I stand there in awe. I realize that I'm virtually mesmerized. I'm equally astonished at what this man is capable of, of his giant size, and how incredibly horny and turned on he makes me. I know I'm like a smitten little school girl who has her first real crush on her hero. It's been like that from the very first day. I can't help it. And, I'm positive I don't want to. He puts the massive amount of iron down, after his last rep. I'm torn. I can stand here and watch him lift weights all day. He's just amazing. Watching him lights me up, thrills me, and makes me so turned on, all at the same time. But, I also know what's coming next. And, I'm actually starting to get even more damp thinking about it. He looks over at me and flashes me that amazing smile of his, and says, "Hi baby, come here." He breaks my trance of adoration. And I dutifully walk over to this mountain of a man. He reaches down with both hands, grabs my head, and half lifts me up as he leans down to kiss me. He starts to thrust his tongue into my mouth as he makes out with me. For a brief moment I almost forget how massive and fierce a man he is. He is so gentle and caring with me. I love making out with this man. Actually, I love anything and everything with this man. To my great disappointment, he breaks the kiss. He reaches down and swats my butt, and says, "now, why don't you run on in there, and get all ready, and I'll be in in a second." I smile and nod a quick, "ok", at least I think I did? I'm fairly sure I'm going on auto pilot, cause most of my blood has already left my head. I turn and beeline straight for the locker-room. I go right to his bursa escort locker. I quickly strip down to just my jockstrap, and my gym shoes. I grab one of the big towels and go into the massage room. I'm excited. I quickly spread the towel down on the table for him. I smooth it out. Perfectly. I want to have it just right. "Awesome workout today. Don't you think?" There he is. Standing in the doorway. Almost taking up the entire space. Flexing. His smile is half a grin. He knows what his flexing does to me. I'm so incredibly turned on. I don't know which one of us likes his flexing more. Me, because looking at him flex makes me weak in the knees, and gets my hardon leaking like a fountain, or him, because he knows what it does to me, and he loves the control he has over me. It really doesn't matter. I love both reasons. His effect on me. And his control over me. He thrills me with a few more quick poses, then walks over to a bench and sits down. He starts to pull his t-shirt off, as I quickly drop to my knees in front of him, and lift one of his massive feet into my lap. I untie his shoe as fast as I can. I love that he likes me to undress him. I put his shoe down and peel away his sweaty sock. I can't help but inhale his strong masculine smell. I remove his other shoe and sock. His size 12 feet are as masculine, as powerful, as big, as his entire body. He knows I love them. I love every single inch of this mass of masculinity. And I just can't help but look up in awe at all of him. His smile has turned into all grin now. He loves to see how much I'm turned on by just being this close to him, touching him, taking care of him. He stands up. I am there on my knees. His enormous thighs in front of me, as I reach up for the waist band of his shorts. I carefully, but as quickly as I can, slide them down his pair of Sequoia tree trunk legs. He lifts each foot up, and I take them fully off. I excitedly reach for his jock. I quickly, carefully, repeat the process. There, right in front of me, are the essence, the source, of his incredible masculinity. A cock that would make a horse jealous. And a pair of bull balls that could father an entire state. As I lean in to give them both a respectful, and appreciative kiss, his strong masculine smell of true masculinity enters my nose, and shoots through my head like a hurricane. God, I love how this man sweats. As I go in for more kisses on his cock, and his huge ball-sack, he reaches down and playfully tousles my hair and says, "time for that later baby, your man has some sore muscles that need attention right now." I reluctantly pull my face from out of his crotch. As I stand, he lays stomach down on the massage table. Wow. As many times as I've seen exactly this, I still can't get over how his massive form virtually covers the entire table. We have a routine now. I know exactly how he wants his massages. And I'm thrilled to do them just how he likes them. Geez, I love pleasing this man. I take hold of his left foot. It's like an electric jolt shoots through my body. I start to massage the sole of his foot. bursa escort bayan Pushing deep with my thumbs. I bring my face in close. I can never get too close to this hulk of a man. Ahh, his smell. It is so stimulating. I lean closer in. I give the sole of his foot a quick kiss and a lick. Half out of respect for this mountain of a man, and half because I don't think I could stop myself from doing it. I massage both his feet, equal time. I work at giving equal time to both his feet, legs, arms. I want to do a great job for him. I massage up both his legs. His glutes. I always find my face in between his glute muscles as I massage them. It's like I'm on autopilot. A few kisses, licks, and I know he wants me to move on. When I massage him, he doesn't even need to speak his commands anymore. I know how he likes his massages. We are in sync. But, at times, he still will give me an order, or direction, I think it's really just to show he enjoys his superiority over me. And I love that about him. As I finish his incredibly broad back and I climb down and off him to start on his arms, I realize I'm leaking right through my jock strap. I'm not at all surprised. I just smile. His huge powerful arms. These arms that hold me so tight. Make me feel like I am so protected, like in a granite block fortress. I never feel safer, then when in his arms. He knows what I'm thinking, feeling. He always seems to. He says, "Do a good job on those arms, baby, we need them in perfect shape for me to protect you and keep you safe." Like a rock-hard castle of flesh. He flips over. I know I'm doing a great job for him. His cock is hard now. It is a perfect complement to his perfect body. Big, hard, strong. Virile. I excitedly begin my routine at his feet and work my way up his body once again. As I climb up on top of him to do his chest, I have to fight the urge to sit back on his now massive hardon. I know he doesn't like to cut short his massages. Plus, I know there is more excitement to come, before I can get him inside me. I finish up with his massage. I'm almost giddy over our next part. He steps off the table as I reach for his posing briefs. He has that half grin again. He knows how excited I get. I help him step into his brief, and slide them up his massive legs. About to cover his awesome cock and set of bull balls. Dueling thoughts go through my mind. They do each time I get to this part. On one hand I hate covering up their massive gloriousness, and on the other, I know this will lead to an excellent treat for me. I get his posing brief fully on. I make sure he's all tucked in and situated correctly. I now grab the bottle of body oil, and start to spread it, lovingly massage it, over every inch of his body. My excitement grows as I finish and step away from him and take my place kneeling and looking up at him. This is as awesome as waiting for the most amazing movie of all time to begin. No. It's one hundred times better. He starts. His first pose is his classic "guns" pose. I almost cream my jock strap. He continues like a mountain of a Greek marble statue, escort bursa only bigger, more impressive, stronger, and more beautiful than any ever created. I can never get enough of him posing for me. For me. Wow. I feel so incredibly fortunate. How did I ever get this lucky? "You happy baby? Like a love-struck puppy, I just look up into his eyes and nod, "yes", with, I'm sure, a love struck goofy smile on my face. "Good. I'm glad you are. You've certainly earned it." He looks over at the mirror on the wall. I know he's admiring himself. (But I doubt he can ever admire himself as much as I do him.) He says, "pretty amazing, huh?" I again, can only just nod in agreement. He says, "Yeah, an awesome job. For both of us. I would never look like this without your care and your help" "We should both be proud of our accomplishment." I'm just about beaming with pride. He says, "And now...." as he grabs his crotch. I quickly crawl over to him, and my mouth starts to water like I'm a Pavlovian dog. He has me so turned on; I'd bark for him if he wanted me to. I pull his posing briefs down and off. I look up into his eyes. He smiles and says, "Ok, baby, it's all yours." I lean forward and kiss the head of his enormous cock. I kiss and lick the entire length of the shaft. Up and down. I worship this man. His cock. His massive balls. I'm loving this. I take him fully into my mouth. I go up and down, dutifully, lovingly. I want to make his cock feel as good as it's making me feel. No. Better. I get lost in my rhythm and joy. I feel him reach down and grab me by the shoulders, as he says, "Good job baby." (Damn, I love when he praises me), "I think you got it wet enough, don't you?" I just look up at him with those puppy dog eyes again. Because like a dog with his bone, I don't want my man's bone to leave my mouth. But I agree, because I know what's coming next is even better. He lifts me straight up. Like a rag doll. I wrap my hands around his neck, as I wrap my legs around his waist. (Or at least partially around.) Geez, I feel so small, so tiny when in his grasp. But, I love it. He slowly lowers me down onto his massive cock. He watches my eyes as it slowly enters me. As many times as he's done it, it still feels like a telephone pole is trying to make its way into me. He asks, "you doing ok, baby?" "Yeah, awesome." I slide fully down his shaft. His curlies tickle my butt. "You feel incredible, baby." I just moan, "you too." He leans his head down and starts to kiss me. I lovingly kiss him back. I take his tongue as deep into my mouth as I can. I want as much of this man, any part of this man, inside me as deep as he can possibly get. He slowly, at first, raises then lowers me. Up and down. Then faster. He says, "We're one, baby." "One amazing being". As I feel him swell inside me even more, a body shaking eruption takes place inside my jock strap, which causes me to involuntarily tighten around his manhood. His entire body seems to swell and his grasp around my waist feels exactly like a vise grip. I feel like I'm mounted on the granite of Mount Rushmore. Then, Bam! He lets loose a series of shots inside of me that feel so powerful, they feel like they're on their way up through to my head. He says, "My man." I smile as I beam with pride and think, "My Bodybuilder."
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