It was our summer of muscle. Rachel and Tim, power couple: we were dominating in the gym, we were breaking personal records, and we felt the strongest and fittest we'd ever been.
When we'd joined PB Lifts, the gym owner Pete had taken our measurements. Two months on, we were excited to see raw data of our progress.
We weren't working towards a competition or a show (yet), but we were interested in both muscle gain and fat reduction. And we were pleased that both of us had managed both!
I was 5'11" and I'd gone from 185lb to 195lb, including a 3.4 inch gain in my chest. I definitely had meatier pecs! There was also a 1.0-inch gain in my thighs and a 1.6-inch gain in my hips, growing a dumptruck ass. I stayed at 12% body fat.. well, I went down from 12.5% to 12.3%. Not bad!
Rachel had gotten thiccer too, dropping body fat from 18% to 17%. It was so fucking sexy to see her drive and her improving figure — two inches in shoulders, one inch in chest & lats, one inch in hips which made for a juicier ass. She also lost an inch in the waist: she was now 34B-24-34. Her proportions were even sharper than before.
To celebrate our progress, Rachel chartered a boat for the day and we invited some friends from the gym. It's not summer in Chicago unless you're in a swimsuit on a boat, getting great photos for your Instagrams.. and Tinder, if you're were single or looking.
Rachel invited a few people in particular. Fernando and Avi were a gay couple who often worked out together: one tall and lean, Adonis-like; the other shorter and much hairier with monster muscles. His pecs in particular were insane, the size of footballs, and he benched 455lb for reps. Both of them always had positive vibes and Rachel was sure they'd make a great party.
She also invited two of the girls from PB Lifts: I've mentioned Harriet before, the 5'10" bikini competitor and tanned blonde bombshell with long legs and 34D breast implants. There was also Cat: 5'2", Korean-American, an MMA fighter trying to get into the UFC. I'd seen her around PB Lifts: she was all super-hard muscle, wiry as anything, no fat anywhere. She attacked everything with vigor, whether it was a punching bag, a barbell, or a man being obnoxious.
The three of them had decided the theme of boat day was "ASAP": "As Skimpy As Possible". They went shopping with the goal of getting the smallest, most revealing bikinis: the minimum fabric while still being legal in public! Rachel made it clear to me and the other invited men that ASAP applied to us too - and that we should keep our swimsuits secret until the day.
Going onto Amazon, I bought the smallest swim trunks I dared. They were fluorescent lime green, skin tight, with a little rise in the hip. When they arrived, I tried them on and posed in the full-length mirror in Rachel's home gym while she was out. They were half a size too small: totally skin tight except for a pouch at the front for my junk. They were also very brief, pun totally intended: they exposed the shape of my glutes where they met my hamstrings. This worked for me because I now had truly muscly shape in my ass.
This was easily the smallest and most revealing underwear I'd ever worn in my life. Twisting and observing all the angles in Rachel's home gym mirror, I couldn't help but notice: I was fucking built and fucking hot! So what if posing was vain? I was getting turned on at the sight of myself: my abs, my pecs, my quads, glutes, lats, delts, biceps & triceps.. shit, even my calves! I posed, I flexed, I took selfies, my cock swelled to its full nine inches, and the skin-tight trunks were too small to contain it. My stiff member poked out the top on an angle: I tried tucking it in pointing sideways but it simply wouldn't stay put.
That turned me on even more. I stripped off completely, letting the tiny green trunks fall to the floor and standing completely naked in the gym. I grabbed a 50lb dumbbell and did one-arm bicep curls while my other arm stroked my thick meaty cock. I pumped my arm muscles while I pumped my dick, swapping arms every six reps. I grunted in the mirror, admiring my pecs and abs and how far I'd come on my muscle journey.
After 18 reps of curls on both sides, my arms and my cock were feeling the hugest they'd ever been. I pushed the dumbbell high above my head with my left arm and pleasured myself to completion with my right: in a thunderous orgasm, I let out a primal roar as ropes of cum spurted across the room, hitting the floor-to-ceiling mirror, smearing down the glass.
Once my climax subsided, I lowered the dumbbell to the ground and faced myself in the mirror: buck naked, surrounded my weights, I wound myself up into the hardest, tensest, most defined double bicep flex I'd ever done. My quads were rippling with definition, my abs were deep, my pecs were popping, and my arms felt like the size of watermelons. And of course, my nine-inch cock hung meatily, with the last of my cum leaking out.
I grabbed those ASAP lime green trunks and knew: I was gonna look hot as fuck on boat day.
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In the two weeks prior, Rachel and I got spray tan and tanning bed combos every few days to turn our skin from white to silky bronze, to highlight our rapidly improving muscle definition. This tanning salon would let you be completely naked to get sprayed - no paper underwear required - and my technician Tina also gave me some discreet highlights. She told me that bodybuilders often get just an extra bit of tan juice in the ridges between their abdominal muscles and around their pecs. It had to be subtle, but Tina was a pro. I asked for the same subtle touch around my glutes. Remember: ASAP: "as skimpy as possible".
I could barely sleep the night before Boat Day. While I loved Rachel's naked body, I was excited to see all these friends from the gym as close to naked as possible - and Rachel was too. Tomorrow, we were all going to put on a show.
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In the morning, Rachel and I did a home workout, naked in her gym. We concentrated on abs: we both wanted one last effort to make our midsections pop for photos. I loved doing hanging straight leg raises with weight between my feet: I could do full range of motion with a 25lb dumbbell, as long as I kept the dumbbell tight between my feet and didn't drop it on my head at the top of a rep. These made my abs burn like anything.
Rachel loved Russian twists with a 45lb plate, and I loved watching her do them. No other exercise made her tanned 8-pack ripple quite as much, and you know by now that that drives me wild!
