Author: [Ranger1] Lifes Changes | #WIP

[Jaguar]

  Amazing Ranger1.  I am so glad you are continuing this story.  It is really good to see each character's personality explored, and really good to see an unusual plot -- I love variety. 

 

[Ranger1]

16-10
Keith

I feel completely dejected and angry as I watch Robbie return to the dumbbell rack.  This sucks, I mutter to myself.  I feel deprived and robbed.   I feel cheated of an arousing emotional experience that I was expecting to receive and can’t get enough of.  Why can’t he do three sets like last time, I plead to myself feeling my self-pity getting the better of me.  I try to calm myself.  I look in the mirror and check myself out.  I shake my head.  It sucks to be so skinny, but at least I’m cute.  I pull down at my over-sized t-shirt making sure its hiding my erection and the large wet spot on my shorts.  I wonder how much cum has been leaking from me.  I feel soaked.

I look back over to the dumbbell rack for a final view of Robbie, and my crappy mood shifts immediately.  I see Robbie picking up a larger set of dumbbells and turn to walk back over here.  My heart picks back up instantly, beating wildly.  I can’t help but break into a huge smile of delight as he proceeds this way.  “Yes!” I exclaim in sheer delight.  A shiver of excitement sweeps through my entire body as he proceeds in my direction.  The chilling sensations cause my body and head to tremble and shake for few seconds as I’m swept away in anxiety.  My mind races ahead, anticipating the thrilling experience of Robbie’s next set.
I can see his dumbbells now.  Sixty-five pounds!  Fucking awesome!  This will work his muscles even harder!   Sixty-five fucking pounds!   I feel my insatiable lust for his powerful muscles.  I feel my intense arousal as I anticipate the experience of being so close to his beautiful body and the sight of his awesome muscularity in motion.  My cock is fully erect again and has started to twitch and throb - just thinking about the sight that’s about to unfold.  I let all of my inhibitions go, yielding to my deepest desires.

Robbie reaches his position next to me.  My first sensory reaction is in response his smell.   Robbie is sweating heavily from his intense workout.  I can smell his manly sweat.  His odor is strong and powerful.  I take a deep breath in, savoring the wonderful smell of his body.  I exhale loudly and take an even deeper breath to suck in more of his scent.  God he smells good!  “Mmmmmm”  I can’t help from moaning lustily while I exhale again.  I shiver in ecstasy while picking up my dumbbells to prepare to lift in concert with this awesome muscle man I have come to idolize and adore. I inch a bit closer to him and perfect my view through the mirror.

Indeed the 65 pound dumbbells do their job and work Robbie’s muscles hard.  And they work his veins equally as hard.  His arms are a sight to behold!  I feel so impatient this time.  I want him to get to his 6th or 7th rep already, so that his glorious split biceps peaks have grown to their ultimate mind bending size and shape.

My eyes impulsively divert from Robbie’s arms as the scent of his odor continues to overload my senses. I scan his entire body, while breathing in the strong scents of his muscle sweat.  Robbie’s manly sweat has totally soaked through his muscle shirt, such that it’s stuck tightly to his skin and pretty much transparent.  I can see the full shape and definition of his pectorals, about as clearly as if he was bare-chested.  His upper pecs are openly showing due to the low cut of his shirt.  But now his lower pecs and nipples are just about as clear!  The definition of his chest is striking.  Two thick and perfectly shaped pectorals with deep cleavage separating them.  I can see the sharp definition along the limits of his upper pectorals approaching his collar bone; the outer edges of each pectoral approaching his lats and ribs; and his lower pectorals approaching his abs.  “Awesome!” I whisper softly.  Below his pecs, I can see the definition of his lusciously muscled abs.  His abs are simply to die for!  A full eight pack; thickly muscled and beautifully separated and defined.  “Fucking Awesome!”  I whisper again.

I daydream momentarily of licking Robbie’s sweat as it continues to soak through his shirt.  He smells so fucking good as I continue to breathe in and savor his powerful pungent odor.  I imagine how he must taste, as I fantasize of licking the muscle sweat from his body relishing in its powerful taste and smell.  My eyes move down to his posers and I check out his manhood.  The front of his posers is wet with sweat.  My god, he is well packed down there!  His bulge is convincingly evident, and I feel both envy and desire. My eyes linger at his posers and his manly bulge, as I contemplate the immense size of his penis.  I have never felt desire like this.  “He’s fucking huge!” I gasp.  “He’s a huge fucking stud!”

Completely overwhelmed by Robbie’s powerfully attractive masculinity; I look up in awe to checkout his face.  My god he is handsome!  His short dark hair is perfectly groomed.  His face is chiseled in intensity and dripping in sweat as he powers through his set with such heavy weights.  He looks so powerful; so confident; so incredibly strong!  His eyes, nose, mouth and facial features are the ultimate of splendor and beauty, yet so powerfully masculine and commanding at the same time.  “He’s a fucking God” I whisper, while admiring his breath taking facial beauty.
 
My entranced reverence is interrupted by a deep powerful groan.  Robbie’s face is forming into a grimace and flushing red, and the deepness and intensity of his voice shocks me.  My body jumps in reaction.  I panic briefly.  Fuck!  Have I missed the rest of the set?  My eyes rapidly shift to his arms, as I listen to his intensifying deep powerful groan.  This is fucking impossible!  The separation, expansion and height of his split biceps peaks are inhuman.  The muscle growth is something only seen in the most extreme of cartoons.  Robbie groans even loader as he fights through what must be his last repetition. His biceps rise up like mountains as the 65 pound dumbbells yield to their superior power.  “Fucking impossible” I gasp in disbelief as his biceps continue to grow.  My mind is confused.  The sight is as frightening as it is magnificent.  Robbie’s bicep expansion is at least twice that of any bodybuilder I have ever seen.  This just can’t be possible.  Biceps peaks just can’t grow this fucking high!   Biceps peaks can not show separation like this!  I am in sensory overload. The vascularity, definition, hardness and striations throughout his insanely muscular arms are shocking.  This remarkable sight is at that edge between the ultimate of beauty and the repulsively sickening.   Veins are furiously protruding everywhere. Fierce bulges of shredded muscle, cuts and striations are showing everywhere.  The most gifted of artists could not imagine and create anything so inspiringly sensational or overwhelmingly frightening.  Thousands of veins, bulges, cuts and striations cover every inch of his rock hard powerful arms.  Overlapping, compounding, surging, deepening, hardening and growing to form a terrifying display of muscular power while violently competing for visual dominance.

I feel as if I’m in the Twilight Zone, pondering whether what I am experiencing is real or if it’s an allusion created from the deepest desires of my imagination.  I can no longer settle for worshipping this awe-inspiring sight indirectly through the mirror.  I need to be closer.  I lower my dumbbells and turn to face directly at Robbie.  I’m just inches from his amazing body.  I am awestruck and completely entranced by Robbie’s radiant facial beauty, the smell of his addictively intoxicating muscle sweat, the sound of his intensely deep and commanding voice, the power of his striking masculinity and manhood, and the sight of his terrifyingly inhuman and grossly insane muscularity and vascularity.  My eyes are popped out like a bug’s, staring intently at remarkable muscularity I had thought was impossible.   I feel my tongue circling my lips repeatedly, licking them over and over again in intense desire.  I feel myself sigh in warmth and ecstasy as I bask in the smell of the strong pungent odors of his body. I feel cum surging through my erect and throbbing cock, soaking my pants, in response to my extreme arousal.  I feel my heart racing and pounding and my entire body trembling in response to my extreme excitement. My mind is drifting and wandering with hopes and fantasies of an encounter with Robbie.  I have never felt like this about anyone.  Not Pam.  Not even Jen.   I feel that am in the presence of an Almighty God.  The feeling is overwhelming. I feel so small and eclipsed by Robbie’s majestic all-powerful presence.  And I feel completely captivated and drawn to his magnetic presence like nothing I have ever experienced before. 

 “God!!!!”  “Fucking Awesome!!!” I praise loudly and adoringly, clapping with my hands excitingly as Robbie successfully completes his final repetition.  Robbie looks directly at me.  His grimacing face returns to a handsome smile.   He speaks to me in softly but in a wonderfully deep, rich voice and authoritative tone. ”My name’s Rob.”  “Would you mind helping me with my final set?”  “I’d love to!”  I squeak out much too excitedly.  My voice sounds thin and girlish in comparison to Robbie.  Robbie suppresses a chuckle. “What’s your name?”  He asks.  “Keith” I reply.

[rigger30]

Really like this story, any chance of it continuing? 

[Ranger1]

Thanks.   Yes I plan to continue.  I have the next few chapters planned.

[phil123]

Thanks.   Yes I plan to continue.  I have the next few chapters planned.

Great. We hope and wait.

[topad9]

hope you add the next few chapters

[Ranger1]

I've been working on it.  Just been too busy to finish.   Hopefully a few chapters soon.

[phil123]

I've been working on it.  Just been too busy to finish.   Hopefully a few chapters soon.

We all hope for an update and we will wait..

Hope you find some time on new years day.

[Ranger1]

16-11

Jen

I can’t help from admiring myself as I slowly dry off.   The soft plush towel feels wonderful as I rub it ever so sensually against my damp skin.  I stare at my reflection in my full length mirror.  God I’m magnificent!  I just love my new haircut.  My dark hair is cropped short, above my ears and neck.  It gives me the appearance of an elite athlete or warrior and further accentuates my phenomenal masculinity, muscularity and power.  I think of the many men that I have reduced to pathetic little sissy girls.  These grown men sitting on my lap in public, acting like adolescent children, while feeling my muscles in ecstasy and awe.   They shake and tremble in their excitement, gasping and moaning like overly excited little girls, totally giving in to their submissive feminine side as they bask in my muscularity. I think of the flocks of women, drawn to me as their ultimate fantasy.    Infatuated with an insatiable hunger for my muscularity and masculinity, and obsessed with gaining my attention and favor.  They openly throw themselves at me, begging me to flex, begging me to let them touch and begging me for a date.   They have incontrollable lust for me and want me over their own men and any man that they could ever imagine.

I stroll over to my closet, pondering what I should wear. My sexy sleeveless dresses no longer interest me as much they used to.  Lately I’ve taken a liking to skimpy athletic men’s wear and that’s what I’ll pick out to wear tonight.  Pam is going to be my sexy bodybuilding muscle women slave, and I am going to be her Muscle God and Master; the ultimate of extreme power, size, muscularity and the fulfillment of her deepest fantasies.   I decide to dress for a swim, and to hang out by the pool while waiting for Pam.  I feel I want to make a dominant impression and be daring and boldly and strikingly bare-chested by the pool.  I pick out one of my skimpiest men’s bikini swim thongs and put it on.  The lovely bright yellow color adorns my bronze tanned complexion and covers precious little of my remarkable muscle-god body.  The spaghetti straps on the sides and the thong in the back leaves my hips and muscle butt totally exposed.   The small form fitting pouch in front is specially designed to barely contain and to take the shape of a man’s penis and balls while covering absolutely nothing more.  The pouch is narrowly drawn in at the top, providing for a striking teardrop effect.  It’s intentionally designed to show off powerful dominant  masculine sex, at its best.  My 7 inch clit looks enormously well-endowed pressing snugly against the bikini pouch and creating a thick and powerful bulge. 

I look my self over and I feel sexy as hell.  I burst out in a rugged most muscular pose, grunting loudly at my mirror.   I’m in awe as I watch my muscles explode and my veins pop.  My shoulders are like granite boulders, and my biceps swell the size of melons.  I hit the pose a second time, my deep voice bellowing and shaking the room.    I watch my magnificently thick pecs continue to expand, bold muscles rippling dramatically and more veins powerfully popping and surging.  Oh Fuck I’m so gorgeous!  I’m a sight to behold!  My deep voce continues to bellow, causing all the items along the sink to shake and move in disarray.  I sense my arousal.  I look down at my crotch and see that it is bulging out even more due to my excitement!  Fuck!  I must be over 8 inches for sure!  I feel my clit continue to grow and to push hard at my bikini pouch; causing the pouch to further stretch outwards as it yields to my outrageous powerful bulge.  My God, I’m stretching my bikini pouch to its limit!  I’m getting too big for it!    I reach down to rub at my clit in proud admiration of its enormity.   Mmmmmmmm….   So big and so hard…  so sexy ...   I feel my clit continue to lengthen, to thicken and to grow even harder as I continue to rub and worship it.   Mmmmmmm....   I watch in utter amazement and sheer delight as my bikini pouch can no longer contain my enormous bulge.  Stretched to its max, the pouch now submits and begins pulling away, outward from my crotch, leaving a gap at the base as my powerful clit drives it out further and further from my body.  Mmmmmmm...  What a magnificent sight!  Dominance!  I can see the base of my huge clit now, a full inch of it totally exposed naked, as it’s revealed by the gap.  Oh my God!  It's so beautiful, and so powerfully dominant!  So glorious!  It’s so thick and sexy at the base, and so boldly naked to view!   Fuck!  At least 9 inches!!  Most men are puny in comparison!  I’ll need to show off like this to Pam.   This will blow her mind for sure!  I continue to rub with one hand at the top, while feeling around the base with my other hand.  I’m feeling so fucking hot that I’m tempted to pleasure myself right here and now.  But I gain control.  Not now, I whisper to myself as I oh so grudgingly move my hands away from my huge sexy clit.  I’ll save myself for Pam.

[Ranger1]

16-12-1

Keith

My mind swirls vividly with erotic thoughts and imagery as Robbie returns his dumbbells to the rack.  I feel relieved that I have finally spoken to Robbie and I feel infatuated with the prospect that he seems to have taken an interest in me.  He actually asked me to help with his final set!   Maybe I can be his friend!  My raging cock remains fully erect and throbbing.  It’s the hardest that it has ever been in my lifetime.  I don’t feel embarrassed about it this time.  I feel proud of my attraction and devotion.  I watch Robbie return, noticing happily that he now has 70 pound dumbbells to work with.  “Wow Robbie!”  I exclaim,  “I can’t believe how strong you are!”   “70 pound dumbbells for reps!”  Robbie glared at me in response.  A glare that was immediately terrifying.  His deep voice then asserted his authority.  “I go by Rob, not Robbie.   Do I look like a kid to you?”  The tone of his voice was intimidating and demanded respect.  N-n-n-no I stuttered.  “I’m s-s-sorry R-r-rob.”  I trembled as I spoke, feeling so very fearful of not meeting Rob’s expectations; of losing his favor.  “Well you better get it right from now on” Rob ordered, continuing in a stern demeanor.  He looked at me sharply and continued.  “Do you understand me Keith?”   “Yes S-s-s-sir” I replied.   “That’s better Keith.  Here take my towels and hold them for me.  You can rest them on your shoulders for now.  I want you to help me with negatives.  When I get to my seventh rep I want you take hold of each dumbbell as I have it fully raised, one at a time, and try to force me to lower it.  I will try to hold it in place.   You will have both of your arms, the dumbbell and gravity all working against my single arm.  As Rob handed me his towels I took a second to brush them close to my face while deeply inhaling to smell his masculine aroma.  “Mmmmmm”  I sighed softly,  treasuring his powerful scent.  I rest the towels on each of my shoulders and up against my neck, pleased to have Rob’s muscle sweat touching me and releasing its odor so close to my face.

“Stand directly in front of me now Keith. Get close enough so that you reach both my shoulders, but not so lose that the dumbbells will hit you while I curl them. Here check it out and make sure you can reach both my shoulders as test.”  “Yes Sir” I acknowledged, my excitement growing.  As I began moving each of my hands toward Rob’ shoulders, the thought of actually touch touching his rippling striated muscles began to drive me wild.  I felt my heart racing, my knees wobbling and my erection driving incredibly forceful against my shorts.  My eyes glued onto his shoulder caps, as my hands continued their route towards this luscious target.  Even partially relaxed, the shape and definition of Rob’s muscles were nothing short of spectacular! The deeply etched striations running vertically down his shoulders were beautiful beyond imagination.  The striations were crossed horizontally by a thick powerful vein, surging violently, attempting to feed the muscle. I fantasized for a second, of what muscles like these will actually feel like.   My fantasy quickly became reality as both my hands gripped Rob’s shoulders, pressing and feeling at his remarkable shape, density and hardness.  My fingers moved to contour the bulging shape and to trace the beautiful striations and veins.  Oh how wonderful they felt!  I wanted this moment to last forever, in devout worship of the most amazing muscularity that I have ever experienced!  My eyes closed and my mouth opened wide.  I felt my tongue licking along my lips.  My mind savoring the electrifying sensations running through my body as my fingers continued their worship.   Sadly,  my trance was broken.  “It looks like you can reach me Keith” Rob chuckled. “It’s alright to let my shoulders go.” At the same time, however, he clenched his hands hard, and I felt his deltoids growing within my hands.   My face turned beet red in embarrassment, but my hands and fingers continued to slave at Rob’s shoulders, craving to experience his remarkable growth as his flex intensified.   My fingers gripped along the granite-like hardness of his beautiful muscles, attempting to calibrate the growth as his deltoids continued to swell.  “Oh my God!”  I gasped loudly. “I’m s-s-sorry Rob …   your m-m-muscles are so b-b-beautiful  …  so i-i-incredibly hard and s-s-sculpted ….  I’ve n-n-never seen or felt m-m-uscles like yours …  your m-m-muscles are j-j-just so amazing… I f-f-feel them growing … s-s-so big …. they f-f-feel so good”  with my outburst complete, I finally forced myself to release my hands from his shoulders and got prepared for the start of Rob’s set. “I’m glad you approve Keith” Rob continued his chuckling while looking directly down at my throbbing erection.  “Wait till you see how big they get during this set.”  Rob positioned his dumbbells and got ready to begin.

[phil123]

So 70 pound dumbbells will be a warm-up soon

[Ranger1]

16-12-2

Keith

I simply marvel at Rob’s super-human transformation as he curls the 70 pound dumbbells.   I realize that he is well over twice as strong as me as he lifts the 70 pound dumbbells with better form that I can lift 30s.   My God, his form is so perfect!  He makes it seem so effortless!  But the dumbbells are indeed doing their job.  Similar to his previous set, Rob’s muscles progress through their shocking growth.  His arms, shoulders and pectorals have again ascended to that divine state of being at that edge between the ultimate of muscle-god beauty and the repulsively sickening.  Rob’s muscle expansion, shapes, rippling definition and vascularity is simply not human.  While the scene unfolding is a bit less shocking to me now, having witnessed his previous set, I am none the less driven into a primal state of extreme animalist lust and desire.  I ’m directly facing Rob, and as close to him as possible!   A perfect close up view!  Oh yes!  I can view his spectacular body in fine detail, smell his luscious aromas and sense his masculinity and power.  I feel the immense gravity of his magnetic pull!  My eyes are working overtime at a frenetic rate, inspecting Rob from head to toe, rapidly shifting trying to constantly take him all in.  My rock hard erection throbs so hard it hurts, pounding against my cum soaked shorts.   It’s not just his impossible muscularity and vascularity that turns me on.  It’s also his incredible manly bulge driving out his posers, his beautiful erect nipples showing through the translucency of his sweat-soaked low cut muscle shirt and his handsome chiseled face portraying a perfect combination of power and beauty. The beads of sweat seeping through his pores are making is entire body glisten and glow.  Oh yes, he is a sight to behold!   "Mmmmmmmm" I moan in arousal as I savor my ultimate Muscle -God.

Rob’s biceps grow past softball size as the 70 pound dumbbells yield to his superior power.  “Fucking awesome Rob” I gasp in amazement as his biceps peaks rise and shape like rugged mountains, stretching and expanding to a frightening level.  Again Rob’s bicep expansion is, without a doubt, at least twice that of any bodybuilder.  This mind-bending sight becomes sickening as his skin is stretched pasts its limits, veins are furiously protruding everywhere, and even the minute definition and twitching of his muscle fibers are clearly visible.  Fierce bulges of shredded muscle, cuts and striations are showing everywhere.  The most gifted of artists could not imagine and create anything so inspiringly sensational or overwhelmingly terrifying.  Thousands of veins, bulges, cuts and striations cover every inch of his rock hard powerful arms, totally revealed through skin that has been stretched to near transparency.  Overlapping, compounding, surging, deepening, hardening and growing to form a terrifying display of muscular power while violently competing for visual dominance.  “Fucking insane!”  I gasp out loudly.  “Your arms are fucking insane!”   “Keep it up Rob!”   I shout as I cheer him on.  While this sight of inhuman muscularity would be horrifyingly grotesque to most folks, it is sheer beauty and magnificence to me.  My primal state of extreme animalist lust and desire is in overload, and it’s complimented with divine worship and devotion.   I am not ashamed of my arousal.  I am proud to adore him.  I want to be heard.  “Wooooooowwww!!!!”  I gasp loudly and erotically as Rob progresses through an excruciatingly slow final rep.   My voice has risen in pitch and sounds more like a girlish squeal as it resonates throughout our area of the gym.  “Gggaaawwwwddddd!!!! I moan out, emotionally, passionately rising in volume as Rob’s biceps reach their climax.
 
“Pull my right arm down now Keith.” Rob orders. His voice is focused and deep with power.  He inspires me.  I feel unbelievably motivated!  I reach up and grab both ends of the dumbbell, and begin to pull down.  Staring up at Rob’s eyes a can see his determination.  I apply more force, continuing to stare into Rob’s eyes.  Dammit, I can’t get Rob’s arm to move!  “Come on Keith! Put some effort into this!”  Rob’s deep voice has a tone of authority that immediately raises my urgency.   I put my legs into it too, and begin to pull down with nearly all my might.  Finally Rob’s arm begins to grudgingly move down!  Continuing to look up into Rob’s eyes, I see mostly fierceness now; much more so than facial beauty.  His face has turned red, and he is grimacing as he fights off the pain of holding off my pressure.  Blue veins have begun popping out at his temples.    “Oooomphhh”  I grunt as I surge to pull harder.  I realize that I am sweating with assertion myself, and tiring from this demanding tug-of-war type contest.  This has had to have been going on for at least a minute so far of all out exertion!  Finally I have Rob down to the half way point and I can push now, rather than pull.   Thank God!  I can put my entire body into it now.  Rob is grunting now, with intense spurts of deep breadths as he struggles with all his might to resist.  The veins along his temple have grown longer reaching onto his forehead.  They are deep blue in color and are just much too thick and protruding for facial veins.  They fearfully terrifying.  His face is now sweat-soaked and burning bright red.  His facial expressions are out-right mean looking!  With my entire body into it, I am able to force Robs arm the rest of the way down.  God, that took over two minutes and I’m exhausted!

“Good job Keith.  Move to my left arm now.  Keep this moving”   I’m panting in exhaustion while I move to Rob’s left arm, as he raises the dumbbell.  Again I grab the dumbbell with my two hands and begin to pull down.  This time I put my legs into it right away and jerk with all my might, hoping to gain a quick advantage.  God I can’t move him!  I must be getting too tired.   A minute goes by and we remain at a stalemate.  I can tell by his face though that Rob is straining badly.  The thick blue veins on his temples and forehead are now pulsating.  I put forth an energetic second effort grunting loudly as I pull with all my might, “Gggrrrrrrrrrr”  I shout,  mustering all my strength.  Rob winces in pain as his arm gives a few inches.  “Mmmmph” He winces lightly.  Finally I’ve moved him!   He winces in pain a second time as I pull him down to the halfway point.  This time his groan is louder and sharper and it’s very obvious he is in real pain.  I’m soaking with sweat and my arms are killing me, but I can push rather than pull now and I can use my entire body to force his arm down.  Despite my advantage, Rob is still resisting me.  Fuck he is strong!   His grunts, winces and deep breaths are non-stop now as he fights with all his might to hold his arm up.  His face is trembling from the effort.  Finally after another brutal minute of stalemate, he begins to yield.  A sharp whine of agony escapes him, has his arm muscles are forced to failure.

“Keep it up Keith!  Get back to my right arm ..  Two more reps …” Rob gasps intermittently, clearly out of breath.  Oh my god, I worry, I have no strength left.  My arms and legs are like rubber.   How can I do this?  Fuck!  My cock is still hard and throbbing!  How can it stay like this,  when I’m working out this hard? What’s going on with me?  Rob is ready to begin and I regain my focus.  I grab the dumbbell and get back to work, determined to do my job.  I soon realize that Rob’s arms are pretty much spent.  Within 20 seconds, he is yielding this time.  Thank god!  I can do this!  I successfully work him through the next two reps.   While easier than the first, the exercise has totally exhausted me.

As we finish up, I’m seriously worrying about Rob.  The veins over his temple and forehead have increased in quantity and thickness and are pulsating badly.  It looks really scary.   His body is drenched with sweat and his skin is burning red.  His vascularity is just overwhelming and looks outright dangerous.   He is panting badly.  As Rob drops his dumbbells I quickly grab his water bottle and hand it to him.   “Here you go Rob.  You need to drink.”  He greedily indulges and begins to hydrate.  I grab the towels from my shoulders and begin to wipe him down, drying his body from the profuse sweat.  I start with his face and neck and then move to his shoulders and upper chest.   God!  The sweat is just pouring from him!  Next I move to his arms and wipe them nice and dry.  Rob lifts up his muscle shirt, revealing his spectacular eight pack abs.  I take the cue and dry down his abs, while taking a moment to study the huge sexy bulge in in posers.  Wow I ponder.  How big is he? 

“D-d-do you want me to wipe your l-l-l-legs down Rob?”   I ask timidly.  I bring the towels to my face as I pause and wait for response, taking in a deep breath of Rob’s aromas.   “Mmmmmmmm” I sigh softly.  I wipe the lingering sweat from the towels to my face, allowing the aromas to stay with me. “Sure Keith that would be great” Rob replies.  I lower myself down on my knees and begin with Rob’s calves.   Then I work up to his thighs.  At this point a position my face right at Rob’s enormous bulge.  I brush my left  cheek against his bulge while drying his thigh, making it seem like an accident.  I brush again with my other cheek as I move to his other thigh, rubbing his bulge harder this time.  I straighten myself out and my entire face abruptly presses hard against Rob’s bulge.  This time it was Rob’s doing!  He moved up to me!  He’s teasing me!  What the hell I think.  I have nothing to lose.  I take the towels and being to dry Rob’s bulge,  taking the opportunity to feel with my hands as well as use the towel.  God he is  fucking hung like a horse!  I move my arms around to his butt  and dry the back of his posers,  while running my lips up and down his bulge in the front.  I can feel Rob harden and grow. He likes it!  God I love this!  Looking up,  I realize that Rob has removed his shirt.  I reach up high with my arms  to dry his pectorals and lats, while continuing to trace Rob's growing erection with my lips.  I find my self kissing and sucking, snug against Rob's posers..  “Keith, could you please get my back too?”  Rob asks, breaking my trance.  “Sure thing!”  I reply excitedly,  although disappointed from having to leave Rob's hardening bulge.    I stand back up and move to his back side, and finish with my administrations sensually, trance-like, while also admiring Rob’s reflection in the mirror;  including his huge erection! 

[topad9]

Kindly asking for another chapter or two to this story.  I don't really know how Robbie compares to Jen at this point but it would be fun to know.

Also, I have been fantasizing of what it would be like for  Jen and Keith to have sex and compare their measurements as well.

[phil123]

2 month since last chapter.
I hope Keith took the time to grow himself.

[jabber7]

I remember reading this some years ago, felt like reading it for the first time all over again apart from a few key parts that I remembered. Amazing description of muscle and original thoughtful vocabulary usage.
I wish Keith tested Jen that night she first decided to raise her voice to him, he had the urge to but couldn't muster the courage, they were still similar proportion, would've been cool to hear how she outmuscled him and taught him a big lesson. Regardless this was a beautiful story.