Cliff's Reunion, Part 2 (Conclusion)

“Come on, big guy,” said Devin. “You got this. You’ve got the body of a muscle stud hiding under that flab…it just needs to be coaxed out.”

Slowly, Cliff grasped the bar. It was cold and hard, and the grips felt rough in his sweaty hands. He was struck by a sense of familiarity…he had done this before…many times. He had lifted weights for years, but it all seemed like a blur after endless nights sitting on his couch and eating pizza after pizza while he watched TV.

He pushed the bar off the rack and grunted hard, bracing himself for the weight. It was heavy, but not as bad as he thought it might be. Cliff’s arms were shaking a little, but they remained steady overall.

“Just get that one rep, Cliff,” said Devin. “Just focus on the one.”

Cliff did as he was instructed, and slowly lowered the bar to his chest. The steel hit him exactly at his nipples, and he could feel the fat on his chest absorb the blow. At this point he would normally admonish himself for getting so out-of-shape, but he ignored that inclination and concentrated on pushing the bar back up. Inch by inch it moved higher and higher…slowly, as his arms were already aching…Cliff was eventually able to pump out a rep.

“Nice going, big guy. You got enough power for #2?” asked Devin.

“Yeah, I think so,” replied Cliff.

“You think or you know?”

“I know. I can do it,” said the ex-jock. He lowered the bar again, this time with a little more control, and paused as it once again hit his chest. Then, after taking a big breath, pushed the bar upward and relocked his arms.

“Way to go, stud. You definitely still got your muscles, don’t you?”

Cliff smiled, and he could feel himself getting a little hard. Part of the reaction was from staring up at hunky Devin, who was exactly the type of guy who attracted him back when he was in college, and part of it was from the excitement of feeling stronger for the first time in years.

“Let’s go for three, man,” said Devin.

The third rep was even easier for Cliff than the second, and he quickly blasted out number four and five. He slowed a little with six, and he slowed even more with seven.

“Fuckin’ stallion, that’s what you are. You know how many men could walk in here and blast out seven reps at 225? Not very many,” said Devin.

Cliff started remembering his lifting regimen back in his early days of college, before the drinking and partying sidelined his fitness. He remembered how good it felt to be strong and powerful, and how much he enjoyed people ogling his body. His cock continued to grow harder as he reminisced.

“I’m gonna keep going. I’m gonna make at least 10, maybe 15,” said Cliff. His body was sweating pretty hard by this point, and his arms were burning with pain, but he maintained his form and proper breathing…and pumped out reps eight and nine…and then hit ten.

Devin stood by ready to spot Cliff, but the beast on the bench didn’t need it. He kept lifting and lowering the bar, hitting rep after rep, until he finally made all fifteen. With a roar, cliff re-racked the weight and would have collapsed on the floor if he hadn’t already been laying on the bench.”

“That was incredible!” said Devin as he came around from the back of the bench. “You’re just a muscle machine!”

Cliff laughed. “I honestly didn’t know I had it in me. I mean, I used to do this kind of thing easily…I wanna say that I could bench press 225 at least 25 times…maybe more…back in my prime.”

Devin took a step over the bar and plopped his muscled ass down on Cliff’s thick thighs. “Fuck that ‘in your prime’ shit. You’re in your prime now.”

Cliff laughed again, but then he could feel his hard dick rubbing up against Devin’s erection through their pants. “Wait, am I turning you on?” he asked.

“Of course you are, stud,” replied Devin, as he placed his hands on Cliff’s belly. “Look at all this sexy bulk…look at how big you are….man, I would love to spend a little time with you and help you get even bigger and stronger.”

“Really? How big?” asked Cliff.

“I mean, the sky’s the limit…what are you, around 300 now? Easily other 100, maybe 200 pounds of sexy beef added to the frame. You’d be so fuckin’ powerful by then, too...outlifting every other guy in the state, I’m sure.”

“400 pounds? I’d be enormous?”

Devin took one hand off Cliff’s belly and started rubbing his groin. “Enormous isn’t a bad thing, Cliff. I know the world makes it seems like that small and skinny is the way to go, but not for us biggens. Some of us are addicted to growing and getting bigger and stronger. We can’t hack it on celery sticks and apple slices – we need big juicy steaks and 2,000-calorie protein shakes and everything else we can fit into our gullets. We crave size and power, and nothing gets us harder than bursting out of our clothes. You’ve done that, right? I bet this gut has popped a few buttons.”

Cliff was as turned on as Devin. It had been a long, long time since he had been lusted after, and he was reveling in the attention. “Yeah, in fact, I busted out of the shirt I was wearing before this one tonight.”

Devin was rubbing harder at this point, and he could tell Cliff was getting close. “That’s so fuckin’ hot. Tell you what…you come home with me tonight….stay at my place with me. I’ve got a ton of equipment in my basement, and we can start ‘Operation: Make Cliff a Monster’ tomorrow morning. I’ll take care of all the details, and you just need to do one thing: grow. Get these arms up to 27 or 28 inches of pure steel. Grow that chest into something so broad and powerful that no shirt can contain it. Make those legs are thick as Sequoias, and let’s get that ass so unbelievably immense that it’s going to take the world longest dildo to really penetrate it. And this sexy, manly gut…let’s get it as big as a beach ball and stuff it so full that it’s as hard as a bowling ball.

“Oh, God,” said Cliff as he reached down under his love handles and gripped the bench. “Oh, God…I’m so close.”

“Oh, God is right,” replied Devin. “You’re gonna transform into a massive beef god. All that sexy muscle and fat, so fucking big and strong…growing huge for your man!”

Cliff’s cock couldn’t take it anymore – the pleasuring and the fantasy had overwhelmed him, and he came violently. He moaned with pleasure and cum sprayed into his underwear, and within fifteen seconds a big stain appeared on the outside of his pants.

“Oh, man, I’m sad I didn’t get to suck you off, but I promise tonight when I take you home, I’m gonna give you the best blowjob you ever had,” Said Devin. “And I’m gonna suck down every last drop.”

“Shall we go right now?” asked Cliff, once he recovered.

“Hell no, I still gotta work the rest of your reunion, remember?” asked Devin as he stood up and offered his hand to Cliff. “The committee is already probably wondering what happened to me. Plus, one my next break, I wanna dance with you.”

Cliff took Devin’s hand and pulled himself off the bench. “Dance with me? Man, I don’t dance very well, plus I’m covered in sweat, and I got a giant cum stain on my pants.”

Once standing face to face, Devin took a step forward and kissed Cliff hard. When their lips finally unlocked, he said, “Cliff, this isn’t just a reunion for your high school, it’s gonna be a reunion between you and your swagger. You are gonna go downstairs and know that 1) you are the hottest fuckin’ guy in the room, 2) you are now dating a hunky firefighter-in-training whose only thoughts are about pleasuring you, and 3) you don’t need to be embarrassed about anything. You’ve got it all, Cliff, and it’s only gonna get better. If anyone gives you shit for how you look, you just tell ‘em to fuck off and know they are just jealous of how good you got it."

Cliff, amazingly, was getting hard all over again. “I may need that blowjob sooner rather than later, Devin.”

“OK, one my next break I’ll dance with you AND blow you. And whatever else you want.”

Cliff smiled, and the two headed back to the celebration.