Afternoon Delight

Flynn Michaels couldn’t figure out which way he was supposed to go. Even though he should have been able to navigate through the relatively small downtown area, he had managed to get himself lost. After walking by a city park that he was sure he had already passed twice before, he decided to ask for directions. Flynn strode up to a bench from the side and approached the stranger sitting on it.

The man on the bench was alone and appeared to be enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun. He was a smaller guy – maybe around 5’4” or 5’5” and no more than 120 pounds – but Flynn thought his delicate features and straight blond hair were quite attractive. He appeared to be roughly in his mid-20s, the same as Flynn, but his light blue button-down shirt and nicely creased khaki slacks made him seem a little older and more mature. Sort of professorial, smart, and worldly.

"Excuse me,” said Flynn with a rich tenor voice.

The man turned to see who was speaking and emitted a small gasp. The stranger was tall, with wavy black hair, a face that would make Adonis weep with jealousy, and the body of a well-trained athlete – big chest, big arms, tight abs, and exceptionally sturdy legs. He was wearing a t-shirt and athletic shorts that were tight but not too tight, which emphasized his physique but didn't make it seem like he was trying to show off.

"Y-Yes?," stammered the man on the bench. He continued to drink in the sight of the man who had approached, and the longer he stared, the more he noticed – the erect nipples poking through the soft fabric of the shirt…the veins that crisscrossed his exposed forearms and lower quads…the big hands…and the hefty bulge in the middle of his shorts.

"Hi there. I'm new in town and I was wondering if you could tell me where The Iron Pit is located. I'm interviewing for a job as a personal trainer, but my new cell service hasn’t been hooked up yet so I can’t use the map function."

The man on the bench continued to take in all the masculine beauty standing in front of him. "Um, sure. It's just a few blocks away. Let me walk you over there."

"Really? That would be swell," replied the handsome hunk as he outstretched his hand. "The name's Flynn, by the way. Flynn Michaels."

"Flynn?" asked the bench-sitter as he stood up to shake hands and realized he was at least a foot shorter than his new acquaintance.

"Yes, sir. And might I say how much I appreciate the kindness you are showing a stranger in need of assistance." Up close, Flynn could see that the man was indeed quite attractive – he was small and bookish to be sure, but that was Flynn’s favorite type, especially because the smaller his partner, the bigger he felt.

The aw-shucks demeanor Flynn radiated was a huge turn-on for the smaller man, and his cock stirred at the response. "Um, I'm Cole Nevens. Nice to meet you, Flynn."

"Is the gym close by, Cole? I’m supposed to meet the owner there at 2:00."

Cole stopped thinking about copping a feel of Flynn's big ol' pecs – which were hanging right in front of his face – for a few seconds to answer. “Yes, it is. Not too far from where I live.”

“Oh, good. Are you a member?” asked Flynn.

Cole suppressed a laugh, as he liked to walk by and ogle the men working out, but he’d never gone in before. “No, it’s a pretty hardcore lifter’s gym.”

“I hope I’m big enough to fit in there,” replied Flynn.

Cole was surprised at Flynn's reaction, as he was easily the most muscular guy he'd ever seen. "You don't think your big enough?"

Flynn shrugged his huge shoulders. "Well, I only recently got my arms up to 21 inches, and my chest is barely over 55.”

Cole could hardly fathom muscles that big. His own arms were barely 10 inches around, and his chest was a scrawny 31 inches.

The bigger man then hit a double bicep pose to prove his point, and the muscles stretched the fabric on his t-shirt sleeves to the point of breaking. "I'm probably big enough to be a trainer at a regular health club, but do you think I'm big enough to train guys at a serious gym?"

The display of muscle was overwhelming to Cole, and he quickly put his hands in front of his crotch to cover up the tenting that was going on down there. “Most definitely. Those guys aren’t going to know what hit ‘em.”

Flynn smiled and put his arms back down, and then awkwardly waited for Cole to continue. “Um, so the gym is…where?”

“Oh, yeah…this way,” replied Cole. He quickly moved into front of Flynn and thought about kittens and broccoli and math equations to help deflate his erection. Within a few minutes they were at the gym, and Flynn thanked Cole for his help and strolled through the front door.

Cole decided to wait outside of The Iron Pit until Flynn was finished, and he wasn't disappointed with his decision. He found another bench nearby and prepared for a long wait, but just 15 minutes after he entered, Flynn came strutting out of the gym with a big smile on his face.

"You sure look happy," said Cole. "How was the interview?"

"Terrific!" replied Flynn. "I got the job. The owner said he was impressed with my physique and could tell I knew how to train properly."

"That's great news. We should celebrate!"

"Yeah, how about some ice cream?” said Flynn. “I started to sweat at the beginning of the interview, and I could use a good cooldown."

Cole agreed and told Flynn to follow him. They walked a few blocks to the ice cream parlor, ordered a couple of cones, and sat at an outside table to eat them.

As they ate, Cole stared hungrily at Flynn's physique. Every time the big man lifted the cone to his lips, his mammoth pecs twitched and his biceps bulged, which excited Cole immensely. He loved being with bigger men, although none of his previous lovers had been as large as Flynn.

After a few minutes, Cole had finished his small cone and continued to watch Flynn eat. The muscleman had ordered a triple scoop, however, and since it was taking longer to finish, the ice cream began to melt in the heat of the outdoors and ran down his fingers

"Aw shucks, looks like I am making a mess of myself," grinned Flynn as he surveyed the dripping treat. "Too bad I don't have anything to clean it with."

Cole’s eyes sparkled at the comment, and he wasn’t going to let the opportunity to spend more time with Flynn pass him by. “My apartment is just across the street. Let’s go over there and we’ll get you all cleaned up.”

Flynn finished his cone and smiled back.

Five minutes later, they were inside Cole’s nicely furnished home. The smaller man shut the door and turned to his guest. “Um, the bathroom is right over there, or…”, he said, tailing off at the end of the sentence.

“Or what?” asked Flynn.

“I might have a better idea, if you’ll indulge me,” replied Cole with a wink.

Flynn nodded.

Cole took a stepped forward and gently raised Flynn’s messy hand. He opened his mouth and began licking the dripping cream, slowly and carefully putting each finger into his mouth and sucking off all the sticky residue. “Mmmmm….yummy,” he said.

And Cole definitely meant it. He got very turned on by the hands of weightlifters – their thickness, their calluses, their raw power. He once saw a YouTube video of an old-timey strongman ripping a deck of cards in half, and his cock immediately erupted in his pants. Flynn had by far the most massive hands he had ever seen, and Cole’s tongue was very much enjoying the exploration. “God, you must be able to lift enormous weights with these monsters.”

Flynn nodded again. He was enjoying Cole’s maneuvers and could feel his cock getting hard.

Cole looked down and noticed the growth as well – Flynn was very well endowed, and even the beginnings or an erection was easy to spot in his shorts. Cole dropped his left hand and gently rubbed Flynn’s member. “Would this bad boy like the same treatment?”

“Oh, very much, yes.”

The smaller man stopped licking but didn’t let go of Flynn’s hand. Cole led him to the bedroom and pulled down Flynn’s shorts to reveal his most prized appendage – a footlong cock that was every bit as thick as the rest of the man. It stuck out of the garden of dark, well-manicured pubic hair like an imperious skyscraper.

“Woof,” said Cole. “Color me impressed. You’re just big all over.”

“And getting bigger all the time,” replied Flynn. “It’s what I live for.”

Cole motioned for Flynn to get on the bed, which he did, resting his head on the pillows. Cole climbed up as well, sat between Flynn’s legs, and took the engorged cock in his hands. “Let’s see how big we can make things, OK?”

Flynn winked, and then closed his eyes as Cole began to stroke. And lick. And suck. And fondle his balls. Cole obviously had a lot of experience, because his touch was absolutely heavenly. Flynn moaned with pleasure as he began to fantasize.

It was dark, but then a few overhead lights were switched on. He could see that he was in a gym, but not one that he recognized. Was it The Iron Pit? Maybe. There was a barbell on a stand near Flynn loaded with 500 pounds, so he moved a bench underneath and began doing bench presses. He pumped out 10 reps and began to sweat a little – that was more than he usually did, but he didn’t feel tired. He felt energized. Flynn sat up from the bench and looked down at his chest. His muscles were pumped, but it was more than that. They weren't just pumped, but actually growing. And growing a lot.

It was like watching Bruce Banner slowly turn into the Hulk, only it was happening to himself. His pecs were pushing out and getting bigger by the second. They grew from two slices of beef to big crates and stretched out his gym shirt even further. Eventually he heard a loud tear and watched as his monstrous pecs ripped his shirt in half. It was now hanging in two halves around his biceps.

Flynn stood up in his fantasy and began curling the bar. He couldn’t curl 500 pounds in real life, but dream Flynn had no problem tackling the weight. He did 10, then 20, and finished at 30, setting the bar back down in the stand.

Sure enough, his arms grew noticeably bigger, too. His once already big 21-inch biceps morphed to the enormous size of 28 inches and were bigger than his own head! He flexed and gave out a roar of power, now feeling like the strongest man alive, and watched as the rest of his shirt disintegrated.

He wanted more, so Flynn commanded his other muscles to follow suit. “Get bigger, you motherfuckers! Make me HUGE!”

His legs, traps, calves, back, and delts responded by surging in size and adding pound after pound of muscle on his body. The eight cobblestones in his midsection stretched out and expanded into an eighteen pack. His shorts, underwear, and shoes blew off as he got bigger and bigger. Flynn had been 6’4” and 270 pounds at the start of his fantasy, but now had to be at least 7 feet tall and 400 pounds. He was a god among mortals, more powerful than any human who had ever lived.

But yet, he wanted more. He needed more muscle and more power. He wanted to be strong enough to tear whole oaks out of the ground. “Fuck, forget oaks!” he thought. “I want to be able to lift entire buildings!”

In his fantasy, Flynn grew and grew and grew. His muscles continue to expand, and his weight continued to climb. 500 pounds, 600, 700…8 feet tall, 9, 10. He was as massive as the Paul Bunyan statue in his hometown, but 10 times more powerful than the mythical folk hero. He couldn’t stop flexing as he got bigger and bigger, as he was so in love with his immense body and unstoppable power. And then, and then, and then….

Flynn’s cock finally couldn’t take anymore pleasuring and a giant geyser of cum shot forth all over Cole. For more than a minute, the powerful stream blasted out of him, and the orgasm sent shockwaves all throughout his body as he bucked up and down.

The big man finally opened his eyes and saw Cole smiling back at him, even though his face was covered in his cum. “You must have liked that, Flynn,” said Cole. “I’ve never seen anyone respond so…well, so much”

“That was amazing. I have never felt like that before, Cole.”

Cole licked his lips. “You wanna go for round 2?”

Flynn nodded one more time. “Give me 5 minutes and a Power Bar, and I’ll be ready. And then I NEED to go work out – my muscles are aching to GROW!”