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ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« on: April 12, 2021, 09:36:19 pm »
Hi guys, first story in a little while...just trying to knock off the rust. K+ if you want more.

   We were in the doldrums. The kids were long gone, and the initial excitement of our newfound freedom had long ago been ground down to a soul-numbing routine of work, household chores and occasional, obligatory sex. I’d love to blame my wife for that, it’s certainly not cool for guys to admit to having no sex drive, but mine had all but disappeared within the last year or so, and even when she licked me to get me going I was barely getting hard.   It was especially hard for me to face because I had always prided myself on my performance in bed. Even worse, my cock, which was impressive in both length and girth and usually elicited a gasp from first time viewers (or feelers), looked shrunken and weak. Although my wife assured me that it was as big as ever, I knew she was lying. Where before penetration took effort, now my cock slid in with no resistance whatsoever. And where before a hard thrust used to be met with a thrilled whimper of pain, now there was barely  a smile of acknowledgment.  This decline in my manliness took a took a toll on every aspect of my life: I felt weak in the office; instead of feeling invigorated after workouts I felt drained; even my appetite for food was diminished. My body, which used to be lean and muscular, a runner’s body, looked soggy. I could barely stand to look at myself in the mirror. The pandemic was just the final straw.
   My doctor suspected low testosterone but the test came back normal.  That left me with a diagnosis of “psychogenic erectile dysfunction.” In other words, it was all in my head. Certainly didn’t feel that way. My doc warned me that without a positive test, hormone therapy would be very costly, but I didn’t care. I would have paid any amount of money to feel vital again.   
   It took a month to feel like my old self again. Correction: better than my old self. Truth: I felt like a teenager.  I was practically attacking my wife on a nightly basis, my cock once again provoking in her that intoxicating mix of fear and desire. I was getting stronger every single workout, and that pump I used to feel, that feeling of blood rushing into my muscles to the point of pain, was back. The fat that had settled around my abs melted away; and my back pain was gone too.  I even got a promotion at work.
   One morning, my wife walked in on me flexing in the mirror. It was a little embarrassing, but in a way I was kind of glad. After all, I was proud of the gains I made —why shouldn’t my wife get of eyeful too? Flexing in the morning was kind of a superstitious thing for me: I would flex just  before I put on the gel, as if to tell the gel exactly what I wanted it for. 
“Looking good, babe.”
“Thanks honey.”
She felt my biceps. She opened her mouth to say something, but thought better of it.
“What?”
“What if you took more of that stuff?”
I explained to her that I was taking if I took more it would shut down my body’s own testosterone production, which would create its own set of issues.  “Why, would you like me get buffer?”
“No honey, your muscles are looking good, I was just curious really. I noticed you only take one pump and it’s working so well…I don’t know, I just thought you’d be tempted to take more.” She paused. “Does my body make testosterone?”
“I think it makes a little.”
She nodded, and I knew exactly what she was thinking.
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ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« on: April 12, 2021, 09:36:19 pm »

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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« Reply #1 on: April 12, 2021, 10:00:43 pm »
Interesting start, nice flow. But since it was a short little intro, one has to wonder where the story will proceed. Good luck.

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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« Reply #2 on: April 14, 2021, 12:53:39 pm »
Curious start to the story :) And some great foreshadowing!

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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« Reply #3 on: April 14, 2021, 04:12:28 pm »
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Where before penetration took effort, now my cock slid in with no resistance whatsoever. And where before a hard thrust used to be met with a thrilled whimper of pain, now there was barely  a smile of acknowledgment.

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I was practically attacking my wife on a nightly basis, my cock once again provoking in her that intoxicating mix of fear and desire.

I'm not trying to tell you what to do, this is just my feedback.
These bits really put me off... It's a pity because the rest of the story might be interesting. If not removing them, at least I'd suggest adding some context. Anything to chase away the banal toxic masculinity stereotype vibes.
Then as I said, you do you in here

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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« Reply #4 on: April 14, 2021, 04:57:59 pm »
Thanks Qaz.  Even simple porn can't follow rules of political correctness; if your complaint was that my description were somehow untrue to human nature, that would be different.  And since we're talking about FBB porn, you should expect a reversal. 
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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« Reply #5 on: April 14, 2021, 05:17:10 pm »
Next short segment.  K+ for more!

   One thing you should know about my wife—she’s got a competitive nature. She played field hockey in high school and college and according to her, she was pretty damned good. I believe her too. She was a natural athlete. When we tossed a football, she threw it like a guy and her arm was just as good as mine.  And when we played horse on the basket I’d hung for the boys in the driveway, she usually kicked my ass. She had an unbelievable body— great legs, a flat stomach and the most beautiful natural breasts I had ever seen, perfectly round with small dark areolas and pert nipples—she was so beautiful in her prime that it gets me hard just thinking about her. She was never what I would describe as muscular (although her legs had some muscle and she had a cute, round ass) but she was fit. But age had done a number on her too—the skin looked looser, the ass flattened, the breasts sagged just a little, and she’d even developed a small tummy, which made her self-conscious.
   Although she used to love work, she’d quit her job years earlier when the kids needed her and never bothered to get back into the job market. Now she had way too much time on her hands.  She joined a book club, took a weekly yoga class, volunteered at a food kitchen, she even took up knitting for about two weeks, but she couldn’t find anything that she was passionate about. I suggested that she get back into her career again, and she tried for a little while—refreshed her resume, had some lunches with former colleagues, and even went on a couple of interviews. Even so, it was obvious that she was just going through the  motions.  She was suffering from the same rudderlessness and  lack of motivation as I was.  When the pandemic started, she abandoned any pretense of trying to find a job.
   The testosterone seemed to have the same rejuvenating affect for her as it had for me. 
She never told me she was using it but it couldn’t have been more obvious. Suddenly, my wife, who was struggling to get out of bed at 8am, was working out at six. In fact, it seemed like was exercising pretty much all day long— two hours in the morning, five mile run before lunch, and a three hour workout again before dinner. We didn’t have a gym at home. When the lockdown happened, I bought a couple of those adjustable bowflex dumbbells and some  rubber cables that you could attach handles to, and she added a few dumbbells of her own, so I had no idea how she managed to work out that  long, but when she emerged from our workout room, she was drenched in sweat. I also noticed that the amount of weight she was setting the Bowflexes at kept trending higher. Where in the beginning I never found the weights in the cradle set above 20, after a month or so, I never found them set below twenty.  I’ll never forget the time I went for the weights and found them both set at the max—52.5 lbs.  What exercise could she possibly have been doing with that much weight? And lest you think that she was too tired after all that working out to fuck me, I was getting it three times a day. Her sex drive was so intense that I swear to god, she looked like a crazy woman when she came for me. Didn’t even bother to shower, just left her soaked workout clothes where they landed grabbed me by the cock and dripped her pungent sweat all over me. She was a fucking machine. And a fucking machine. I don’t remember ever seeing her tired. It was all incredibly hot. Oh and by the way, my thirty day supply of testosterone was lasting about twelve days.
   A new muscle group seemed to announce itself on her body on an almost daily basis. I forgot all about my development and started to watch hers. The vertical lines in her abs appeared first, then slowly, the horizontals.  When she padded away to the bathroom one morning after I fucked the shit out of her, bouncing on her toes like a dancer, I noticed the veiny, bulging calves. I noticed the carved delts when she started working out in tank tops. And she was reading the paper one Sunday morning, sipping her coffee, when I noticed a sizable  relaxed bicep protruding from the side of her arm. And then there was the veiny muscle cleavage that appeared from nowhere above her breasts. 
   Now I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about her—she was not some bulging muscle freak. Not yet. She had muscles but she was a beautiful woman with muscles — the legs of a sprinter, the arms and shoulders of a CrossFit competitor, the breasts a little smaller but firmer and higher, as beautiful as ever. I’m telling you, she looked more incredible at fifty five than she did at thirty. Matter of fact, she looked thirty. Even her skin looked younger. How’s that for a midlife crisis, I got my young, hot mistress without dumping my wife.
   Side effects? Sure. She had some acne on her back and her voice got deeper. Not basso profundo deeper, she wasn’t replacing the men at the Met, just deep enough that there was a little gravel in her voice. Personally, I thought it was pretty fucking sexy. If she had any hair growth issues, she took care of them without me knowing about it.
   She came harder too; vaginal orgasms were like a flood.  The craziest was her clit —it got super sensitive. I used to just suck on that thing, take it in my mouth and push it between my teeth, and she fucking loved it every time. Then one time, all of sudden, she started pulling my hair, literally lifting me away from it and onto her abs. I thought maybe she had come or something and was just getting rough with it until she punched me. 
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing down there?” She was pissed.
“What I always do,” I said, defensively.  “You used to like it.”
“Well things are different now. Adapt.”
I took that to mean go slow. The bruise on my chest helped me remember.
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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« Reply #6 on: April 14, 2021, 08:16:35 pm »
Crazy beginning, keep going..........and what rust? KARMA to you.......

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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« Reply #7 on: April 15, 2021, 09:27:39 pm »
One more short segment.  Doesn't look like I'm getting much karma here. Let me see some K+ if you want to see it continue.

       Okay, now I’m realizing I’m making her sound like a psycho.  I guess she blew her top every once in a while, but mostly our marriage was better than ever.  When we watched TV together, she either had her arm around my shoulder or her hand on my cock.  Sometimes both.  I swear to god, every moment of her life was either exercising, eating, fucking or getting ready to fuck.
   I forgot to mention the food. Her appetite was off the charts, she had to be eating easily 3500 calories a day, way more than me. Watching her scarf down huge quantities of food landed me somewhere between turned-on and disgusted. It wasn’t just how much but how—she was stuffing her mouth, cheeks full of food, that maw going like she was training for a speed-eating contest.  Who knows, maybe she was.  If she could, she’d compete at everything.
   And the sex. Holy shit, the sex. Androgel deserves a shout-out right about now.

   On our anniversary, we decided to do a sushi dinner at home. We both dressed up like we were going somewhere nice and ordered a ton of food. She wore a beautiful backless, sleeveless dress that fit her a lot more snugly than I remember, and those deltoids, that back…maybe it was the dress, they way it showed off her parts, but it looked like she’d put on some size.
   “Babe, you’re looking just incredible,” I said.
   She just smiled. She seemed to be up to something. 
   Anyhow, I was sipping my beer, waiting for her to finish (I had tapped out long before), when she got down to the last piece.  “I’ll arm wrestle you for it,” she said, with a sly smile.
   “I’m done. It’s yours.”
   “Did you hear what I said, honey?” she said, squeezing my cock for emphasis. “I want to arm wrestle you for it.”
   She put her arm on the table.
   “Oh, I get it,” I said, smiling. “You want to test those big muscles of yours.”
   “Key word: big,” she said, and threw them up into a double biceps. I had been admiring her round shoulders all evening, but her biceps were a different  species altogether.  I had never seen them flexed before, and they were big and split and bulging, matched by a round, firm triceps drop, and the more she pumped them, the bigger they looked.  They definitely looked bigger than mine.
   “Holy shit, honey, when did that happen?”
   “It’s a work in progress, babe. They grow every single day.”
   “How come you never flexed for me before?”
   “I like surprises, that’s why. As much as you can surprise someone with a physique like this. You must have noticed.”
   “I noticed, I noticed. Just I guess since I never saw them flexed so I really just had no idea how…whoa. You’re packing. Most guys would be jealous of arms like that.”
   “Including you?” she said, winking. “You know mine are bigger.”
   “It’s going that way.”
   “It is that way.”
   “Oh I get it, so you think you’re stronger than me. Let’s go then,” I said, putting my arm on the table. I flexed mine a little too, just to show her it wasn’t going to be easy. “Obviously, I don’t need to go easy on you.”
   “And I won’t go easy on you either, I promise. You know how much I like to win.”
   She grabbed my hand and squeezed with some force. She had quite a grip; I tried not to wince. She was trying to send me a message, and it worked.
   “I need to readjust,” I said.
   She let go of my hand with a big smile.   “Take your time.”  Meaning no matter what I did, there was nothing I could do against that.
   “Ready?” I said. “And….go.”
   I could tell right away those muscles weren’t for show.  I watched her forearms burst with veins—my wife had forearms!—and then that bicep. Holy shit, I had to stop staring or was I going to lose for sure.  I pushed a little harder, but she was still holding me.  When did this happen??
   Now I put everything into it. I could see her start to strain and I realized I had her. I started to move her fist towards the table. I was two inches away when all of a sudden she pushed back.
   “It’s not over until it’s over,” she said with a relaxed smile.
   Was she just fucking with me? How could she even be smiling? I was going as hard as I could, I could feel the muscles in my neck straining, even my lats started to strain.
   Still, she kept moving my hand, smoothly, past neutral and then towards the table. This was not happening.  My heart was pounding.
   “Get ready to lose,” she said.
   That was all I could take.  Somehow I summoned the power I needed and slammed her fist to the table.
   I stood up, my cock rock hard, and reached out to feel her bicep.  “Fuck you’re strong,” I said. 
   “I underestimated you,” she said. She looked disappointed.
   “Not by much.” I pulled her to her feet and stuck my tongue down her throat. “That was so fucking hot I can’t even tell you. Best anniversary present I never wished for.”
   “I was sure I was stronger than you.”
   “I take Androgel too, you know,” I said with a smile.
   “Other arm,” she said.
   “Really? I’m left-handed.” 
   “Me too.”
   “Honey,” I said, throwing my arms up into a not-too-shabby double biceps of my own. “It’s our anniversary, and I know how much you hate losing. Why don’t we do this again when you know you can win. You’re obviously not far off.”
   “Nice try, babe, I can beat you now. I know I’m stronger than you. I weigh more than you and I’m all muscle. No offense.”
   I felt my stomach drop.  Obviously, we were entering a new phase. 
   “How do you know you weigh more than me?” 
   “I know how much you weigh, baby.”
   “Well you are taller,” I said, trying to salvage what was left of my manly pride.
   I forgot to mention her height advantage. She’s 5’11”,  I’m 5’9”.  I always thought of my comfort with her superior height as evidence of the confidence I had in my own masculinity.   But taller, bigger and stronger, even chemically enhanced as I am? That was bit more challenging to digest. For my own sake, I needed to beat her again.
   “Okay, you asked for it. Let’s go.” I put my left arm on the table. “You better be a good sport.”
   This time I was ready for her when she grabbed my hand.  She gripped me back, but I already had an advantage.
   “I’ll count us in this time,” she said. “Three, two, one, go.”
   I tried to break her wrist but I couldn’t, she was just too fucking strong, and somehow, even giving it my all from the jump, she got the jump on me. Her left bicep looked even fucking bigger, fucking huge, and I could see a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.  I was struggling, trying as hard as I could,  but my fist was being moved again, steadily toward the table. I was smaller and weaker.
   Of course, being a small guy I’m used to that —just not with a woman.  I thought of the embarrassment and shame of losing to her, of having to admit that she was physically superior to me in every way; and somehow, once again, it kicked me into a higher gear. Call it Napoleon Complex or whatever you want, she was not going to beat me. Not tonight anyway.
   Suddenly, it was her fist moving backward, the horror of it on her face. I felt a surge of power inside of me and once again I slammed her fist to the table. Mind over matter, I guess. It shocked even me.
   I was so pumped up I tore my shirt off and flexed.  I’m no bodybuilder okay, it was a modest display of muscularity at best, meant to be slightly comical, but it felt fucking good being able to take down my jacked, dominant, muscle freak beefcake of a wife.
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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« Reply #8 on: April 16, 2021, 05:45:57 am »
I really like this and I don't think she will ever lose again. The game is gonna get real from here on and I can't wait! K+!

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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« Reply #9 on: April 16, 2021, 08:28:32 pm »
Karma plus from me. I want to see the next part of this story where they go home and make love. Then they both fire up their gym workouts

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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« Reply #10 on: April 16, 2021, 09:16:19 pm »
This is lovely! Karma +++
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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« Reply #11 on: April 17, 2021, 01:28:31 am »
good shit mate, hope you continue

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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« Reply #12 on: April 19, 2021, 02:06:11 am »
This story is hot! I bet that's the last time she loses.... at anything to him. And he probably won't mind... much. She'll probably have to up her dosage of androgel though. Can't wait to find out!
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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« Reply #13 on: April 21, 2021, 07:22:32 am »
Great story. Please continue.

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Re: ANDROGEL CHANGED MY LIFE
« Reply #14 on: April 22, 2021, 08:06:19 am »
Awesome story! Can’t wait to see how strong she gets for next time!

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