A thought pops into my head. I half chuckle out loud. We were both delighted in lust. Finally, a man who just wanted to fuck me because I had built a body to be worshipped. Gay sex My routine, my rhythm, my daily grind that is ingrained in every fiber of my body clicks in. You hot, juiced up, muscled up horny piece of ass.” And that was 20 years ago, almost to the day. Nick. I started feeling pangs of familiar pasts – this guy got his muscle fetish satisfied, but Monday morning he would wake and return to his mundane routine, not willing or able to endure my grueling schedule. Mind you, it comes at a price. Just the wrist at first, even this simple action of flexing my wrist up causes every muscle to perk up to attention. Opening my arms exposing all of myself, adding a slight tightness and flex for his benefit. “And by the way,” he opens the front of his bathing suit to show me a very impressive dick, “I am a grower, not only a shower.” Finding myself speechless is a new feeling for me, but here I am wide eyed, slack jawed yet enjoying the compliments being hurled my way.“If I am wrong” he steps back
