Have you ever looked at some guy's body in the gym or in a magazine and wondered exactly what those fat veiny pecs would feel like? Perhaps you've wanted to feel the strength of those thunderous thighs and striated glutes as that guy straddled your middle and sat down on your throbbing cock? I'm sure many of you have, so you'll understand me when I tell you about this one guy I met a few weeks ago whose total body was a muscle head's dream...

...for the longest time I'd avoided men whose bodies were masses of veins and odd striations of muscle as they frantically pumped themselves into what they considered godhood. I was actually turned off by the bumpy, uneven look to the muscles, especially my favorite ones: pectorals, thighs and gluteus maximus. I liked my men's muscles to be full but still smooth and mold into my hand like soft pillows, such as cupping a man's well filled out chest or kneading his thighs. If he didn't have a bubble type butt it was game over for me and I continued my search elsewhere. So it was a shock to realize how drawn to Devin I really was!

I had religiously kept my body in fighting form throughout high school and college (the two times in a man's life his body really responds easily to muscular stimulation) and afterwards kept up so that now in my late 40s I was still muscular yet trim in all the proper places. Diet helped too, so while my contemporaries that were pumping themselves into the ground at the gym and then fat loading on greasy fast food or expensive calorie laden restaurant meals, I was very careful about what I put into my body and still managed a few times a month to go out to dinner with friends or to stop someplace for a 'quick bite.' In the twenty-five plus years I'd developed abs, I had never once lost sight of them.

All that said, for most of those years I'd had the pick of the litter when it came to finding men for sex and even sometimes for companionship. Many sexual encounters were one nighters, for the guys I hooked up with had nice bodies but could barely add two plus two and come up with four. A few good looking men out there also had the brains to match and we managed to stick together for quite awhile until my dreaded age started messing with their heads and they'd go out looking for late 20 somethings or perhaps early 30s. Been there, done that, I thought as my latest lover of about three years declared to me that he needed to find somebody a bit younger as he was approaching forty himself and needed the youth boost. I just smiled and watched him pack up and leave, a bit hurt yet understanding that need.

So here I was, approaching fifty and without a mate, and deciding to go work out at the gym while I sorted out my feelings. The gym was strangely deserted for the time I was there, but all too the good I thought as I could work on the machines without interruption and maybe even take my time to do a good job. I changed into my workout gear, locked up my stuff in my locker and headed into the gym proper noting one individual who was sporting those thick, veiny muscles I'd discussed earlier. Of course he was on the one machine I liked to start on, and so I waited while he pressed an ungodly amount of weight upwards, slowly and carefully, before setting it down as carefully as going up. He rested a second or two then noticed me and smiled. I guess that was the first time I had felt that arrow shaft of love, for as suddenly as that, this guy was ATTRACTIVE.

"Hey, sorry for hogging the machine. Let me wipe it down and I'll get moving along." He moved pretty quickly for such a big guy and produced a snowy white towel that he used to wipe off his sweat (which strangely smelt very GOOD to me) and ceremoniously waved me over to the machine.

"Thanks buddy," I replied, settling down onto the machine after setting the weights to a far more normal setting. He just looked and grinned at me, then set the next machine at another ungodly weight setting, and as slowly and carefully as before, went through his set. Interestingly, I was very aware of him and, if pheromones could be seen, he and I were shooting them around us like thick clouds. I was able to my workout, even with this so attractive stranger just ahead of me that seemed to demand my attention. When he'd completed his circuit he seemed to be waiting for me to finish mine and then, as I wiped off the last machine and gathered my things for the shower, he grinned and held out a hand.

"Name's Devin," he said as we shook hands. "I just started at this gym a week earlier, haven't seen you here until today."

I smiled and introduced myself, replying, "Yeah, I skipped last week because I had a light cold and you know how it is to work out when you are not quite at the top of your game." He nodded and we continued to chat about workout methods and such, all the while heading to the locker room and the adjoining shower area. We continued talking as we stripped down, tossed our used clothing into the lockers and took our towels and shower stuff towards the shower area, still chatting as we organized ourselves there and stood under the shower heads, soaping up and still talking while we showed each other our bodies under streaming water and lubed up with suds.

Devin told me later that he had done the same thing, but at the time I thought I was the only one that was actively enjoying watching the other naked in the shower. I know Mr. Happy was getting rather interested in the way the water and suds ran off the large hillocks of pec meat or the way his butt made the water run in sheets. When Devin turned back around I watched for longer than a guy would at another guy as the water ran off the tip of his hardening cock.

We completed our showers without too much embarrassment, although both of our cocks showed some stimulation effects and Devin laughed when his bumped into mine at our lockers. "Looks like we have other things in common, Mike," he said, pulling back a little bit to slip into clean underwear. I smiled a bit hesitantly and dressed quietly, closing my locker about the same time Devin had.

"Say," he said, "I'm kinda hungry and I bet you are too. How about we head to get some groceries and then I'll treat you at my place to some good muscle food?" My jaw dropped open and he smiled wider at me. "Sounds good, yeah?" I nodded, surprised at myself for being so tongue-tied, and we headed out to collect our cars. We indeed did go to the store and the array of food (mostly vegetables) that Devin bought amazed even me. He smiled again and we went to his home to prepare the meal.

I helped out with peeling and slicing and then was shooed out of the kitchen with a glass of light white wine, some low fat cheese and a few grapes to sit in the living room while Devin finished up. I saw that his place was very well furnished, nicely without being too expensive, not cluttered nor was it to sparse. The furniture was large and comfortable, in a nice supple black leather and the side tables and large center cocktail table were white marble with black streaks that complemented their black wrought iron legs as well as the leather sofa and chair. A stereo system and large flat panel occupied the space in front of the furniture so that watching the 'game' or movies would be a very pleasurable experience. "Dinner is ready," called Devin and I returned with my empty snack plate and glass, which was filled this time with a light rose wine. The kitchen table, this time glass with black wrought iron legs, was set for two with a huge fresh salad, two side plates with some low fat cheese and pears, and on the main plates was a cold poached fish fillet, some steamed vegetables and a little bit of a bean salad. All together a meal I'd have planned myself and completely geared to helping fuel the muscle growth of the body without adding a lot of fat or calories to the waistline.

We sat down, sipped our wine and ate, the meal every bit as good as I thought it would be and I complemented Devin frequently as the meal progressed. He smiled wider and wider, shyly accepted my complements and then steered the conversation towards life plans. Before I knew it I was telling him about my 25 plus years in and around between men and he was telling me of his own adventures with men. It seemed we had a common problem; most of our lovers had left us because of either my advancing age or Devin's muscular growth. I smiled at Devin and, I guess the wine had loosened me up a little, said to him, "Gee, maybe we should hook up then. You don't seem upset by me approaching fifty and I sure would like to get my hands on your thick muscles."

Devin looked at me and said, "How'd you know what I was going to say!" He laughed and then said, "I really was thinking the same thing. Should we give it a try right now and see how compatible we are in bed?" I nodded, realizing right then my hands would soon be on this muscular god and we cleared off the dishes into the dishwasher, cleaned up the kitchen and then, almost like two school children, shyly headed to the bedroom.

Undressing each other was foreplay at its finest. Devin quite understood my desire to fondle his thick pecs and he pumped them up even larger for me when I'd pulled off his shirt and undid the waistband button of his shorts. He in turn got my shirt off and dropped my shorts to reach around and cup my glutes, whispering that other than my smile and eyes he found this to be quite a turn on. After I was almost sated with his pecs, we went as one unit onto the bed and then took turns exploring each other's body, slowly stroking arm and legs, cupping testicles and slightly pulling on thickening cocks. For some reason I wanted to feel the strength of his thighs and asked him to straddle me and squeeze with those thighs. Oh, man that felt really good. As I was on my belly and his cock was riding my ass crack, well, one thing did lead to another and, after rubberizing and lubing up, I felt the entry of his slender cock while his thighs kept some nice pressure going.

I also found I liked the weight of his body against mine when later I turned over and, legs up and spread like a whore took his cock again, but this time feeling his upper body pressed against mine, his pecs rubbing mine as he slowly humped me with his hips. That was really all I needed and I began cumming, filling the scant place between our bodies with spew. Devin grunted and I felt his orgasm thumping against my prostate as it filled the rubber's tip in mighty spurts. Devin smiled weakly and then all but collapsed atop me, not that I was complaining, and we drifted off to sleep that way...

...so that's my story of a muscle head, both the one I met and fell in love with as well as the one I became, for not long after that as we worked out and ate together I began filling out my muscles to their veiny thicknesses and 'had more to play with,' as Devin would say as he attacked my now full pecs or my hard striated butt. His virginity disappeared the day I pressed more than he did and, as my reward, took him that very night, my triumphant orgasm inside his tight hole sending him into his own orgasmic spew. Now we carefully push each other to gain more mass in the right places and still maintain narrow enough waists with exercise and diet. I've hit fifty and never looked better in my life. Never felt better either, at least according to Devin...