Daddy Issues - Part One Muscles on Parade

Daddy Issues - Part One Muscles on Parade

 (by Mule - edited by S Kane)

For various reasons, I belong to several gyms in both Boulder and in Denver.   One of the gyms I frequent in Denver is owned by a dude that was "Mr. Colorado" way back in like 1994, "Mr. Rocky

"Mr.Rocky Mountain States"

Mountain States" that same year, and placed in several other national NPC Bodybuilding shows in the mid to late 90's, earning his pro card.  I see him in there at his gym on occasion and he's still lifting, got that muscle maturity gnarly muscle. So whenever I’m at his gym I be admirin' his built physique.  He’s still got concrete turtle shell abs and his broad muscled chest is like a walking billboard for his gym when he takes his top cover shirt off!  He has a pair of massive arms on him with boulder delts, and guns that would be classified as weapons of mass destruction in 42 countries-ending in sledgehammer fists.  His lats are massive wings that seem to cast a looming shadow over the whole gym.  His sequoia trunk legs, for his massive quads, down to calves that should rightly be called steers, could be classified as national landmarks, they are just THAT impressive! You know you have some physique when you have even every meathead in the gym gawking and ‘miring. 

There is a whole case of his trophies at the gym, although his actual physique spoke volumes more. Now why the Mule did admire the dude’s physique and awards, what piqued the interest and attention of the Mule more was the cute young girl behind the front desk.  She was a much more impressive sight than in the wall of trophies behind her. Let us just say she merited the Mule’s special attentions, and when you can have any woman you want, you tend to set a high bar.  I later learned front desk girl is the owner's daughter.

Daddy's Little Girl 

Mule

Mule

So each time I check-in and leave, I turn on the Mule charm, flashing the dazzling smile, letting various muscles flex seemingly unconsciously, the kinds of maneuvers that have women spitting out phone numbers at the clubs and buying ME drinks.  (Often girls who moments before had lied to their beta boyfriends that they didn’t like guys with those big muscles-now when their boyfriends hit the head they bee-lined right towards me to chat ME up.) So basically I gave check out girl the full 'Gaston'.

Let’s face it I am 6'3 260 lbs. of striating, gluteus maximizing,defibrillating,masturbatingly swole shreddedness wrapped up in alphaness and cold pressed in awesome. 

Mule

Like every other female I encounter, she was appreciative! 

One day I get this text shortly after working out:

The Mule Equation

(Big Cock + Jacked fibrous muscle + low body fat)^2  X (athletic as fuck + high testosterone + confidence^2) X (virility + aggression)^3 = ‘miring females with dripping vagoos.

So naturally, later that night after she performed the promised slurping, I was banging the barely legal 18 year old chick from the front.   Here I was balls deep in her vag whilst she was feeling me up in bed, rubbing my arms and back, feeling every contour of my muscles, when she up and yells out: "OMG...your almost as big as my Daddy!!!!" ... o.k. not the weirdest thing someone has yelled out in bed when I was metaphorically pumping the grey matter out their ears, but it was certainly up there and definitely popped a WTF thought bubble over my head while I was in mid-thrust. 

The compliment was in a disturbing context given our current activity.  Suddenly I thought about the fact that she yelled out during sex: "Fuck me Daddy!! Harder Daddy!!" which given the new contextualization was beginning to seem less innocuous and more Appalachian incestuous. Not to mention she was a total freak in bed, she was game for just about anything: getting me to fuck her in the ass while she hit the vag with a dildo, liking the sex really rough-such as wanting to be choked, and begging me to come on her face. This on top of the apparent 'Daddy' issues is what I expect when I am banging a stripper named Candy not the sweet looking clerk at the gym’s front desk.

Still when the Mule encounters a hot chick who is a freak in bed, he kind of gets a bit hazy about the other details until forced to confront them.  So after that first night, I would bang her whenever I had the chance to run by the gym.  Usually we would smash in one of the tanning rooms after I worked out and before I got cleaned, up "because she liked the smell of sweat on a man".  Especially if that sweat is like mine-heavily tinged with the intoxicating musk of testosterone and masculine pheromones.

MULE

This happily goes on for a while, until one day when I am in Denver I go to work out.  She is there, but unfortunately so is her old man…and he is lifting today  This means the gym is like a dance floor after it has been cleared by one spectacular performer. Besides her dad, there was more gawking than lifting going on out there on the floor.  Pops was doing a non-bro split (generalized balanced workout utilizing a number of muscle groups) and was moving some heavy ass weight in the process.  From the focus, steely-eyed gym face he was making, it looked like the ol’ man going to be there for a while and that means front desk girl and I will not be smashing in the tanning  room today, so just a work out today for The Mule.

Gym Owner and Daddy 

Mule

It's chest day for Yours Truly, and I warm up with 225x10, then proceed with a 315x6, 365x6, 405x4, 445x2… piling on those plates as usual.  Desk girl's Dad even comes over and ‘spots’ me on the last set. He’s admiring-and you know he is not easily impressed, so I am feeling pretty good as I strut across the room to the showers, with an extra swagger to my step.

I shower, and while I am sitting naked on the bench in front of my locker with my gym bag next to me, the Owner comes in, finished with his own workout. He was dressed in sweaty t-shirt and shorts and sits down near me.   He held a cup in his hand with his post-workout protein shake. He drained his cup, then stood up and stretched.  His body was certifiably pumped and vascular with big-ass veins dominating the bulging muscles like rivers in the Mississippi Delta.  He looked at himself in the mirror and flexed, flaring his condor wingspread lats and tensing his 21” biceps.

Without acknowledging my presence, he stripped off his workout clothes quickly and I admit I almost gasped as I saw the stunning man fully naked except for his frayed jock strap for the first time.  All the muscle was on full Herculean display, and we are talking colossal muscle. Whenever the Mule sees a dude even more muscular than himself, I feel the need to breath into a paper bag until the shock passes.

He again admired his gleaming sweaty muscles in the mirror. Muscled dad was built like a brick shit house. The guy had wide shoulders, massive chest and abs for days

He lay on his back on the floor a few feet in front of me.    He put his hands behind his head and began to do crunches.    As he raised his torso up and back his eight-pack abs flexed hard in solid ridges. I found myself starring spellbound and slack-jawed at the sight of the big muscle-stud in front of me, body straining, with loud exhales each time he pulled himself upward.  His massive musculature was like an inexorable force of nature, drawing my eyes to their majestic, rippling display.  When the crunches were over he sprang lithely, and athletically to his feet, which in itself was a feat for such a large man.   Front Desk Girl's Daddy having 'owned' me with this sinewy theater, continued by looking into the mirror as ran his hand over his rock-hard abs with a smirk of satisfaction.

As my 'fan-boy' head cleared a bit, I began to realize this little show was being put on specifically for my benefit even though he was seemingly oblivious to me. I began to dig in my gym bag for my deodorant, forcing myself not to gawk, at least not so obviously.  I was also trying to figure out what point he was trying to make with his preening.  Was he making a statement about his physique being superior to mine?  Was he trying to scare me off from his daughter?  Or was he trying to turn me on?   I continued to dig though my gym bag looking for my deodorant and tried not to stare at the show he is putting on.

"Daddy"

But at this point, I just had to steal glances.  The sweat was cascading down his face onto his gleaming 54” chest, and down over his chiseled abs.    His sinewy body heaved, muscles tense from exertion.   He took a swig of water from a bottle while he once again admired his god-like form in the mirror and ran his fingers sensually over his bulging pecs. I saw the reflection of the body in the mirror, wearing only a filthy, ragged jock-strap that strained against the cock coiled under the worn fabric.

Throughout his crunches he had ignored me…… but he knew how he looked, and knew the effect he had on guys at the gym as they watched him work out.    From the corner of his eye he had often caught their envious looks, saw their eyes snap away a split second after he looked back at them.   I know, I have been there dominating a gym and thus was very familiar with his p.o.v.  Those macho guys would never admit that they found him beautiful, never for a second admit to themselves that his incredible body turned them on  

And now that incredible body was on display for ME to watch, and I found myself on the flip side of the equation.  The sweat was still

"Daddy"

streaming off the muscular ridges of the bodybuilder, channeling through the crevices as every contour glistened.   He slowly did a 360 before the mirror. I saw the man’s V-shaped back, tapering down to the wide band of the jock, tight round his slim waist, the straps framing the perfect mounds of the hard, muscular ass.  Then a side view, and finally the front again. The dampness had spread all over his crotch and the thin cotton became translucent, so the bulging meat of his cock in his soiled jock-strap was now clearly visible. The sweat was bringing out the pungent smell of the man’s crotch under the filthy jock.    The manly smell filled the room.   I saw him admire his own refection, then cup the jock strap in both hands, squeezing it so the cock bulged underneath.  He rubbed his fist against the soiled cloth and adjusted his huge cock 

He picked up the water bottle, held it high and poured the remains over his head and down his body.   Turning from the mirror he walked over to the chin bar he had installed in the locker room, screwed into a beam high above his head.    He took a deep breath, leapt upward and grabbed the bar, facing me, his feet clear off the floor.   And slowly he began a series of chin lifts. 

  He pulled himself up, held the pose for a few seconds at the top, and then lowered himself slowly.   The movement exercised his whole body and called for all his strength.   His shoulders and biceps flexed hard as he pulled his body upward.    His lats flared, his stomach became rigid, abs popped and his swole legs were splayed outward, thighs and calves etched with veins.    The sweat pouring off his bulging muscles pooled on the floor beneath him.

I gazed in admiration at this incredible display. I felt my cock stiffening in appreciation and given I was still naked, there was no hiding my full admiration.  In my defense, the man was a veritable god even among gods, tantalizingly naked except for the thin scrap of fabric covering his cock and balls.    My now saucer-sized eyes gazed at the straining torso and down to the jock.   One of his over sized balls had come loose, hanging out of the side of his jock.    

When his body had reached exhaustion he simply hung from the bar in a taut X shape, arms straining upward, legs splayed to the side.  He was spread-eagled, the arms stretched agonizingly, pulling at their sockets and the magnificent torso bucked and flexed. It made me think of a jacked Jesus. 

 

His biceps bulged, his lats flared in exertion; I saw muscles strain and throb, the magnificent body stretched tight, his face twisting in pain. What also caught my attention was the cock pulsing under the torn jock, one jumbo egg sized ball still hanging out of one side.

The athlete’s head twisted from side to side, teeth bared as he grimaced with pain.  As he shook his head, sweat sprayed from it all round him.   The jock was now a thoroughly sodden rag, the huge club straining to get free,   His handsome features were contorted in pain as he groaned to himself.  

He dropped to the floor and bent forward, his head between his knees, body heaving as he fought to control it.  As his breathing subsided he slowly uncoiled and when he was upright a huge smile of satisfaction spread across the bodybuilder's face.

All this time I am still feverishly digging thru my gym bag.  Where is my fucking deodorant! How the fuck do you lose deodorant?  Shit, I guess I will stop by the Dollar Store on my way home and get some! Trying to divert my attention to anything other than the sight of the magnificent body before me.

He continued to ignore me completely.    He took another long drink of water then turned to the mirror.   He ran his hand over his wet face, flicking the sweat to the floor.    His hands went down over his chest and stomach, down under the waistband of his jock.  Using his thumbs he pushed and the jock began to slowly slide down from his waist, over his bulging thighs, until it dropped to the floor.

"Daddy"

His full manhood was now on display, and it is safe to say you can buy something that girth and length for $5 at Subway, it was prodigal, worthy of applause. 

Finally he deigns to 'notice' me as if he was unaware of me this whole time, and gives me a bro nod as he is standing there like a tripod. "So Mule", he says, "Trisha tells me you like to wrestle".  "Who the fuck is Trisha”, I think... ''Oh wait that must be ‘front desk girl.” I always just called her “Babe”.  She did probably tell me her name at some point, but who the fuck can remember unimportant shit like THAT!  

"Ummm, yeah I do” I say, having to make a conscious effort not to stutter or sound flustered.

He scoops up the soggy jock-strap from the floor, being sure to give me a close-up view of his muscular glutes as he bends over. 

"How about you and I wrestle sometime. Trisha says she really would love to watch us wrestle...."

OK... well that sounds a little ‘dueling banjos’ to my ears, but I respond with

"Sure man, I’m down".

"One thing though, I wrestle in just these" He says wringing out the jock strap. Then using his thumbs to snap the elastic waistband of his jock, he sneered, "are you man enough to do the same?"

“Well this is a special little family of perverts”, I think but instead I respond:

"That’s no problem" , and then to give Mr. Show-off a little kick in the balls, I add.  "Trisha has seen me in a lot less than a jock..."

I see a flash of anger in his eyes when I say that....I wait for a further reaction, and ...

Mule

He stares right at my dick which is still unfortunately saluting his physique, and as he says, "You know I am a little disappointed, from what I had heard I was expecting that you would be bigger..."

So the prick HAD noticed my erection.  Between the pre work out stims and all the blood being pumped into my chest and arms and not my dick, I was not at my finest.  But even at my biggest and most spectacular, and that is sizable… this imposing cock, hanging like an elephant trunk right in front of me, was absolutely and objectively bigger than mine ever was. It's long, thick and was flanked by two huge lemon-sized balls. DANG!!!!

 I can't stand fuckers like that, It makes my blood boil how much he had been flaunting his assets for the last few minutes, sure it’s big but, he still was a ‘mutha-phucking asshole’ for flashing it about like that, showing off his body and his massive endowment just to see the response he got from me …sure he had played me like a yo-yo…

 …but now the awe had given way to anger. 

 .... I am feeling like I oughta teach him a lesson by bending him over the bench and impaling dem perfectly sculpted glutes....with my  big donkey dick until he bleeds, and then see if he still feels it should be bigger!

But instead, I just nod, after all, like the old Klingon expression goes, revenge is a dish best served cold..., then  he says

"I will text you later in the week-maybe we can set our match up for next month!  I am looking forward to it and I know Trisha is also...." 

With this he strolled to the showers, and riled up as I was I still couldn't take my eyes off his perfect bubble ass as his striated muscled glutes flexed with each step, my mind reeled with the thoughts of his jock strap framing his muscular cheeks when we wrestled. I also imagined that perfect body in ruins, as I gave this show-off a much deserved come-uppance while his daughter watched.  The guy was not going to be a pushover, he didn’t just have “show muscles”, and he clearly knew how to use them. This was going to be a challenge, but Mule loves a challenge.

……to be continued….in Part Two