I worked at a gym with some ex military gym bros back in the day, real "alpha" types. I'm in no way a prude, but they were consistently trying to get me to "let loose" and show off during our workouts. I was never big on the "bro" type gym culture, the brash public show off, being loud and disregarding everyone around you. It all looked all too douchey from the outside looking in....the closest they ever got me was after the gym closed one night, we locked up and cracked open a bottle of Scotch to celebrate besting last quarters numbers. We got nice quickly as none of us had an adequate meal in hours. I sparked a blunt because that's just what I do.. As soon as I got high, I heard the weights calling me back for a buzzed late-night session.. At first, it was just me working out.. getting a decent pump, a couple others began to trickle in when they saw how much fun it was having the entire gym to ourselves...I was getting too swollen for street clothes..I guess I kept complaining about how tight everything was until the group finally convinced me to strip down to my underwear and continue to absolutely brutalize my quads and hammies..Having never really worked out almost naked, I'd never watched my cock so directly during leg extensions before....seeing everything packed in my athletic briefs temporarily inflate and subside with each rep was intense.. i was letting starting to let the sensation take hold of me a bit I will admit..really squeezing at the top of my contractions..quads laced with tiny veins feeding the thicker ones... skin so tight my entire body was radiating a reddish hue, like i'd been tanning for hours..I was in Nirvana, easily going passed my typical pain threshold and really making that mind muscle connection...I thought to myself, "maybe I should be working out drunk more often". Closing my eyes, lost in focus and really forcing out the last few reps, I didn't notice the pump was sending my muscle snake pulse by pulse over my right quad, encased in my underwear like a polish sausage I was truly testing the limits of the fabric ...
I stood up to stretch and adjusted sweat soaked athletic boxer briefs. Briefs that were being pulled down by the full weight of my pumped muscle snake. In the mirror, my side profile looked like I had looted the produce section. Walking around, I tried to avoid the little pocket groups throughout the gym and found an empty corner to practice some flexing.. I never saw myself this swollen in a full length mirror before and I was absolutely loving the view. I almost didn't recognize the densely muscled, vascular body standing before me..I hit some poses, straining and holding my breath to exacerbate the maze of veins detailing my tight brown skin..sweat was now running the length of my torso collecting under the weight of my dense muscle tits and dripping down the valley of my raised 8 pac.. constant flow downward and pooling, changing light grey underwear to a charcoal grey in certain spots. The outline of my plum-sized cockhead was more than a prominent feature every time I flexed. .... Admittedly, I underestimated the physical toll the flexing took and had to take a break and finally take a seat... I gathered myself and took a good proud lap around the gym to "out alpha the alphas" so to speak.. Strutting around the gym pumped and practically naked was soo erotic. Quads so thick my package was pushed to the forefront, there was no space anywhere else.. I truly stopped paying attention to how densely girthy I was getting until i realized the crew of trainers were not even watching my muscles working anymore...all eyes fixed on my package, directly or through a maze of mirrors. I caught each one of them in a moment of panic, looking away... until they thought I couldn't see their slack jawed expressions or notice the mini convos happening about me in every corner of the gym.. I strutted around the gym like I owned the place. For that night I did. I looked down at a package that breathed with me, flexed when I did. I rolled up the short leggings to check how shredded my glutes were, turning my underwear into makeshift posers, sweaty I half heartedly hit a few standard poses but the "ab n quad" flex n shake was too much for the group..Ngl, i knew my fat muscle cock would be all over the place with that maneuver but I had to close the show with what they all secretly/not so secretly wanted to see ... we showered in separate stalls and they all spoke like I wasn't still within earshot of them casually discussing what they'd do to my cock if they were women..funny to hear "straight" boys pontificate on if they could even handle that much dick...they attempted to maintain their fragile straightness by laughing it off.....i'm certain they were hard as bricks thinking about what they just witnessed.... I was just happy to be out of those tight wet underwear...
(to give some context, i was a trainer working out with every client in addition to my own personal workouts, on protein and creatine and at my heaviest at 210lbs at a height of 5'9" vascular all season with 8 pack abs and a new concept of sexuality..i had just discovered prostate exercises and kegels...I began to give into these sessions and sensations often until I developed an addiction that (as a happy biproduct) got me so in tuned with my pelvic muscles PC muscle that for weeks at a time, I was soft for very few moments of the day... even at work, constantly pulsing, flexing under my desk...casually pushing denim. The gym became my 2nd home and I was so casual with showing thick in my work shorts that it became a running joke during meetings...I loved the attention for my big dick and the attention fueled my passion for cock strengthening. After being exposed to some true monsters at a young age, I knew i'd never be the biggest or thickest but If i could work on building the strongest fucking cock, while also maintaining 2 jobs, It'd be a sexual deviants life worth living.)
I stood up to stretch and adjusted sweat soaked athletic boxer briefs. Briefs that were being pulled down by the full weight of my pumped muscle snake. In the mirror, my side profile looked like I had looted the produce section. Walking around, I tried to avoid the little pocket groups throughout the gym and found an empty corner to practice some flexing.. I never saw myself this swollen in a full length mirror before and I was absolutely loving the view. I almost didn't recognize the densely muscled, vascular body standing before me..I hit some poses, straining and holding my breath to exacerbate the maze of veins detailing my tight brown skin..sweat was now running the length of my torso collecting under the weight of my dense muscle tits and dripping down the valley of my raised 8 pac.. constant flow downward and pooling, changing light grey underwear to a charcoal grey in certain spots. The outline of my plum-sized cockhead was more than a prominent feature every time I flexed. .... Admittedly, I underestimated the physical toll the flexing took and had to take a break and finally take a seat... I gathered myself and took a good proud lap around the gym to "out alpha the alphas" so to speak.. Strutting around the gym pumped and practically naked was soo erotic. Quads so thick my package was pushed to the forefront, there was no space anywhere else.. I truly stopped paying attention to how densely girthy I was getting until i realized the crew of trainers were not even watching my muscles working anymore...all eyes fixed on my package, directly or through a maze of mirrors. I caught each one of them in a moment of panic, looking away... until they thought I couldn't see their slack jawed expressions or notice the mini convos happening about me in every corner of the gym.. I strutted around the gym like I owned the place. For that night I did. I looked down at a package that breathed with me, flexed when I did. I rolled up the short leggings to check how shredded my glutes were, turning my underwear into makeshift posers, sweaty I half heartedly hit a few standard poses but the "ab n quad" flex n shake was too much for the group..Ngl, i knew my fat muscle cock would be all over the place with that maneuver but I had to close the show with what they all secretly/not so secretly wanted to see ... we showered in separate stalls and they all spoke like I wasn't still within earshot of them casually discussing what they'd do to my cock if they were women..funny to hear "straight" boys pontificate on if they could even handle that much dick...they attempted to maintain their fragile straightness by laughing it off.....i'm certain they were hard as bricks thinking about what they just witnessed.... I was just happy to be out of those tight wet underwear...
(to give some context, i was a trainer working out with every client in addition to my own personal workouts, on protein and creatine and at my heaviest at 210lbs at a height of 5'9" vascular all season with 8 pack abs and a new concept of sexuality..i had just discovered prostate exercises and kegels...I began to give into these sessions and sensations often until I developed an addiction that (as a happy biproduct) got me so in tuned with my pelvic muscles PC muscle that for weeks at a time, I was soft for very few moments of the day... even at work, constantly pulsing, flexing under my desk...casually pushing denim. The gym became my 2nd home and I was so casual with showing thick in my work shorts that it became a running joke during meetings...I loved the attention for my big dick and the attention fueled my passion for cock strengthening. After being exposed to some true monsters at a young age, I knew i'd never be the biggest or thickest but If i could work on building the strongest fucking cock, while also maintaining 2 jobs, It'd be a sexual deviants life worth living.)
