My name is Kelly. I'm pretty much a loner. Lifting weights is my primary interest and I've built up a massive physique. Guys at the gym, who are fucking huge by any bodybuilding standard, refer to me as "freaky big." All my heavy muscle tapers down to a little 32 inch waist, and its quite a proportional contrast that emphasizes my unbelievable muscular development. All the immence body builders stare at me all the time, not sexually, but in respect for the sheer amount of muscle mass I've packed on. They're also amazed and impressed with how much weight I'm lifting.
The thing is, I'm also very shy, which seems inconsistent with having such an ultra-muscular body. At well over six foot tall and 290 pounds of heavily layered muscle, I can be physically imposing and intimidating. I don't mean to be like that, but it does keep people away so I don't have to interact with them. I generally don't like to show off my muscles unless it's for assessing my development, or for comparing myself to other super big guys in the gym for perspective and affirmation that I'm a lot bigger than they are.
I'm also extremely well endowed, over a foot long with a beer can girth. I'm not inclined to show that off either. For example, I never shower at the gym to avoid being ogled. I feel uncomfortable with getting a lot of attention, and figure everyone would make giant cock jokes about me. I know that these feelings might seem counterintuitive for a guy like me. Part of me actually does want to be a show off. However, something physiological interferes with me doing so. I guess I've learned to accept my shyness.
I've only had a few girlfriends. After all, who wants to hang out with a giant muscleman who doesn't have an outgoing bone in his body, and just lifts weights all the time? Not only that, when I did screw them I tore them up, and then they had excuses after that. At first they seemed to really get off on my body, and on sucking such a massive cock, at least for a while. However, constantly struggling with the size and weight of my cock took it's toll and they only hesitatingly engaged in sexual activities with me.
One girlfriend was even diagnosed with TMJ after several weeks of struggling to suck my monster cock. Not only that, but they had to deal with my unnaturally large loads, which they thought were gross. Actually, I never believed that these girls were really that attracted to me anyway, and not really into sex with me either. I yearned for someone who fully appreciated everything about me, but sadly assumed it would never happen.
My apartment is my sanctuary. I rarely go out except to the gym. The other day the neighbor from across the hall was leaving his apartment at the same time I was returning from the gym. He was small, thin, attractive, and had short blond hair. It looked like he was a little over five feet tall and at most 100 pounds. His facial features were soft, feminine, and alluring. I guessed he was 18 or 19 years old. It looked like he probably had a hairdresser given how nice his hair was styled.
I noticed that he glanced at my body several times, but didn't over do it like most people. His voice and his slightly angular features were the only thing that gave away his gender, but it certainly wasn't that obvious. My guess is most people think he's a girl or tomboy, and a very cute one at that. I didn't feel put off or uncomfortable around him, and he introduced himself...
"Hi, I'm Terry and its so nice to finally meet you Kelly." He explained that he got my mail once by mistake and learned my name that way.
"I'm glad to meet you Terry. Neighbors should be friends. If you need anything please let me know."
"Thank you Kelly. It looks like you've been lifting weights."
"Yeah, I just got done with my workout."
"You look amazing Kelly, you really must work out very hard. I mean, you're so big and muscular."
I liked how he acknowledged my body so positively. He seemed like a sincere and caring guy. It was refreshing interacting with him, and I didn't have those anxious sensations I normally get when interacting with other people. I responded, "Well, thanks for the complement, I feel bigger after my workout, and I probably stink."
"Oh no, I don't think you stink Kelly. It's just a strong masculine scent from working out your giant muscles all the time. It's to be expected from someone as big, strong, and active as you."
Terry seemed to blush a little when he said that, as though he thought he may have been too forward. At that point I was encouraged to take a closer look at him. He was wearing tight baby blue pants with a tight and thin mauve-colored short-sleeve shirt that had a scooped neckline. He also wore a delicate gold necklace and a small gold bracelet with brightly colored stones. I was attracted to him but had no idea if I should pursue a friendship. It struck me that he accepted what I looked like and actually appreciated it. Terry certainly didn't make me feel like a giant freak.
His thin little body had a feminine look and also seemed pretty toned up, so I asked "You must exercise a lot yourself....you're obviously in great shape."
"Wow, thank you so much for saying that. I do yoga all the time and it keeps me thin and my little muscles get firm and toned."
"I can see that Terry. You look good."
"Me? You should talk Kelly! I can't believe your super-muscular body, it's so overpowering."
I was wearing my long sleeve navy blue warm up suit and it looked really filled out and almost bursting, especially around my chest, arms, shoulders, and thighs. Terry kept looking at my body, and instead of being nervous about his ogling, I actually enjoyed it. Then Terry said, "I'm sure we will see each other a lot, after all we live right across the hall from each other!"
"I'd like that Terry."
"See you soon Kelly."
"Good bye Terry."
I found myself thinking about Terry a lot that night. In fact, I kicked myself for not being more bold and asking him out. But what would people think if they saw us together? What if my gym mates saw me with him? I also considered that most people would think Terry is a girl anyway because he's so cute and feminine looking. Even his clothing is feminine and sexy.
Later that night in bed I had a flashback about our chance meeting in the hallway and realized he fixed his gaze many times on the big crotch bulge protruding distinctly from my warm up pants. My package is so immense that it's pretty much impossible to avoid showing a massive bulge no matter what I'm wearing. When I wear Levi's it's ridiculously obvious and very extreme, so I rarely do so.
Terry did several double takes at the massive rounded bulge. I'm used to that from people. However, I liked how he tried to disguise his attraction, how his face got flushed, and how he couldn't help himself from returning to it over and over again with quick probing glances. As I continued to think about it I got very big and hard. I started to fantasize about showing him how big my cock is and how much sperm explodes out of it. All this resulted in self-adoration and a very intense orgasm, more intense than I can remember. Thick ropes of wad shot out all over the place. Terry was already getting to me, big time.
I got up the next day and consistent with my normal schedule, left for the gym about 10:30 in the morning. After I locked the door and turned to leave I heard Terry's door open part way, enough for him to stick his head out and say good morning. It was unexpected and gave me a good feeling. I could see he was only wearing a white silk bathrobe that he held to keep from opening up too much, and most of his smooth legs were exposed because it was pretty short, just enough to cover his little butt. His legs looked shapely and feminine. The robe was open enough at the top so I could see some of his exposed upper body. His skin was creamy soft white. It was apparent that he was hairless. My body is shaved smooth to better show muscle, but his body was super smooth. His blond hair looked a little scruffy, like he just got out of bed. He looked so delicate and so cute...
"I just want to say that I hope you have a great workout today Kelly."
"That's so thoughtful of you Terry. I feel strong today, so it should be real
productive."
"Well, you look stronger than anyone I've ever seen. Maybe I'll see you when you're done." I was wearing my typical warm ups, and at one point he looked at my bulge, but this time his look was more of a fixed stare. I turned to face him directly and give him a better look. I heard him slightly moan at the sight of it. I could tell he was trying unsuccessfully to suppress his moan, but it was like an uncontrollable sexual reflex. He bit the side of his lower lip, in awe of what he clearly saw and tried to comprehend.
