Pose, Biceps, Construction, Executive
DAVID 552
The businessman straightened his tie and walked briskly. He was nervous, but was determined to make this the day. He’d had enough of making excuses to go down to the third floor so that he could watch the big man better and then beating off in the executive bathroom afterwards. If a big man like that could be bought, tricked, duped, or fooled, today was the day he was going to try or begin trying to rid himself of his obsession. After all, it was just another business deal.
“Oh hi!” he said to the big man. “It’s you!”
“Beg pardon?”
“Oh sorry. My name’s Marshall Gifford. I work in the building across the street from your construction site.”
“Oh”
The businessman extended his hand, smiling all the while. The big man extended his and Marshall utterly failed to keep his eyes on the big man’s face. Instead, his breath caught in his throat as he watched the huge paw take his hand. He had the presence of mind to give it a firm shake and then his eyes traveled up the massive, sun-bronzed arm. Finally, after all these weeks, he let his eyes rest on that chest he had dreamed so often of caressing. He swallowed hard, pulled his hand away, and concentrated on keeping eye contact and maintaining his best friendly grin.
“So….yeah…..um…..uh….wow, I-I-I just gotta say that, uh, you look spectacular.”
“Thanks.
”I really have to hand it to you guys.”
The big man looked confused. You guys? Construction workers? Bodybuilders?
“Oh, I mean, you know, uh…..uh….weight lifters…” he stammered trying to find the word.
“Bodybuilders?”
“Yes! That’’s it. I mean, I-I-I really respect the dedication and the hard work you put into it. And then to have a job like construction! That is so impressive.”
“Thanks.”
“So, um, I hope you don’t mind me asking a couple of questions. I mean, I see you every day. You and your coworkers, that is. You know, I…we get preliminary information on real estate because that’s what my company does, by the way. Capital investment, and real estate among other things. And, uh, last I heard there was some trouble with the architect and city council and zoning laws. Obviously they’ve settled that.”
“Yeah. Last month. We started the next day. The tenant is anxious to move in.”
“Oh? They have the first tenant already?”
“One. They bought the whole building.”
“Really.”
“Yep.”
“Who is it?”
“Du Nord Publishing. Don’t know much about them. They’re an offshoot of some other publishing company based in Europe.”
“How ‘bout that. And, uh, the building’s still going to be eighty stories?”
“Yep.”
“Well, you’ll be there for quite a while.”
“Fine by me. I need the work.”
“So uh…how long have you,,” he looked up and down the big man’s body. “How long have you been lifting weights?”
“Since I got out of high school. I did a stint in the Marines. That’s where I started.”
The businessman held his breath. A marine. Could he be any more butch? “Interesting. So uh, are you going to, uh, enter a contest someday, or have you already? I guess I’m insulting you by assuming you never have. I really apologize.”
“No problem. No I’ve never competed before..” He shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m just not the type, you know? A dozen or so judges, each with his own idea of what the ideal physique should look like, looking at a couple of dozen guys with their own ideas of what an ideal physique should look like, and each with different genetics and financial means and staminas and mind sets…how do you really pick a “winner”, you know?”
The businessman nodded slowly and emphatically. “I gotcha. I gotcha.”
“I just like to challenge myself. And to freak people out a little.”
The businessman laughed as naturally as he could.
For the first time, the big man smiled.
“I totally understand that. I’ve done a lot of things just for fun and people have assumed I was going to change professions.”
“Like what?”
“Oh, uh, let’s see. Formula One racing.”
“Serioius?”
“Uh-huh. Let’s see. Mountain climbing. Sculpting. Photography..”
“Wow.”
“Right now I’m in my second year of getting my credentials to be a licensed masseuse.”
“You mean, massages?”
“Yep. Oh hey. That brings me to my other question.”
“What’s that?”
“I hear this a lot. And god knows I’ve been sore after climbing, but what’s it like for weight lifters? Do you get sore? I know you get sore in the beginning, but do you still get sore after a workout now?”
The big man rolled his eyes and smiled, then hung his head as though exhausted. “Oh brother…I know I do.”
The businessman’s heart quickened.
“I did legs this morning. My thighs and my butt are killing me. I’d give anything–………well, yeah. It depends on the person and how hard they train.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, but see, I work out in the morning around five, and–”
“Five a.m.?”
“Yep. I start work at seven and the movement of work actually helps. If I were to go home after working out, every part of my body would get stiff as a board.”
The businessman gazed longingly at the big man’s crotch. Those jeans looked like they had been forced to stretch out to accommodate curves that normally went unseen. Even from the third floor, watching the big man walk away was breathtaking. The globes of his ass danced rhythmically, and the fabric looked like it had been painted onto his buttocks. His thighs had stretched the denim to the bursting point. The seam on one side of his hips had split and the friction of those massive thighs had worn away the fabric on the inside of his thighs, right under his crotch. You could see his skin. The ticklish flesh of his balls was one inch away. And on his backside, a long rip had opened horizontally right along one butt crease. If he stood still, you couldn’t tell. But when he walked the ivory skin of his lower left buttock beckoned again and again.
And then there was his crotch. Nothing was subtle here. There was a monster cock in there. It had fought against the layers of denim and the zipper and won, straining and stretching the fabric so that his equipment thrust out and down one pants leg. It drove you crazy to look at it. To imagine it rock hard, slick and dripping, ready to ram made you tremble.
“You okay?” the big man asked.
“Huh? Oh.” He hadn’t realized he was staring. He was grateful that his eyes had been torn away from the big man’s crotch, but now he felt trapped by his beautiful blue eyes. Oh no. They were exquisitely beautiful. He tore his gaze away and his eyes landed on the big man’s chest. He told himself to look only for a second, and of course failed utterly because he started thinking, he started imagining what it would be like to finally see the big man shirtless, to see those big, big pecs…those big, big, hairy pecs naked and to run your hands back and forth across them. The only thing that could make it any hotter would be if those nipples that strained against the thin fabric were hyper sensitive, the kind that made him arch his back and lift his chest for more touching.
“Yeah,” said the big man. “My clothes are pretty worn out, huh?”
“Huh? Oh. Oh! Yes. I mean, no! I mean, well for the work you do they’re, they’re fine. They’re good..”
“I guess.”
“Well, it’s too bad you don’t have time to get a massage after your workout. That would really be the best thing in the world.”
“I know. No time though.”
“Yeah.”
“And no money either. Plus the lady I rent a room from doesn’t allow any visitors.”
“You rent a room?”
“Yeah. In Brooklyn.”
“A big man like you? In a room?”
“It’s not so bad. It lets me do other things. Plus, with working out, you got expenses, you know? Gym membership, supplements, and a lot of food. I eat enough for two people easy.. But by living in a room, I got all the money I need for food.”
“Well, you know,” began the businessman, “would you ever want to come over to my place one night? See I need somebody to practice my massage technique on. My teacher and her husband moved to Switzerland for a year. So I just get lessons when she visits. I’m afraid if I get rusty in my technique she’ll dump me.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, she’s got a waiting list of people.. And gee, you sure would be helping me out. Why, with your physique, I could really get a sense of where the muscles are.”
“Where do you live?”
“North Point tower, a block from Park Avenue South.”
“Really? Hey, I worked on that building. It was my first job here.”
“Really? Well, fine handiwork if I may say so.”
The big man smiled. “Gee that’s a great offer, but–”
“I figure you could come after work. I have three parking spaces, and one of them’s empty.”
“Oh I don’t have a car. I’d have to take the subway.”
“Taxi? My treat. I mean, what’s a taxi ride?” He waved his hand as though swatting a fly.
“I don’t know", said the big man. “I’d have to pack a change of clothes. No, I don’t think so. I’m really greasy and grimy when I get done with work. Anything I touch in your apartment would get filthy.”
The businessman shrugged. “So take a shower when you get to my place. We have a laundry service in the building. I’ll just send your clothes down and they’ll be done in no time. Oh but wait. Hmm. I have an extra bathrobe, but it’ll never fit you.”
“Oh. Yeah.”
“Oh well. Just wrap a towel around you. Or, to be quite honest, it kind of looks like sometimes you’re not quite comfortable in clothes. Just take a break. Nobody can see you. Heck, most of the time I go around in socks and underwear when I’m alone.”
“Really?”
The businessman nodded.
“Well………..I guess I could think about it.”
“You know what would probably even better? I should just make you a key. What time do you get off?”
“Three. Sometimes four.”
“My hours are kind of weird. It’d be better if you had a key. That way if you didn’t want to schlep all the way back to Brooklyn, just crash at my place.”
The big man looked surprised. “Really?”
“Yeah. The less stress and the less expenses you have, the better you can work out. Plus I’ve always got a ton of food there. I’m embarrassed to tell you how much I throw out. I’d be obliged if you helped yourself to whatever is there.”
“I……guess I could.”
“You look like a steak and potatoes man to me. Ever had Kobe beef?
“No.”
“Oh brother. Are you in for a treat. You eat for two, right? Come on over tomorrow night, right after work, take a shower, and I’ll have two huge steaks and two baked potatoes and a big salad waiting for you. After that, hours and hours of free massage. I can’t tell you how grateful I’d be for helping me.”
“No problem.”
Just another investment that hopefully will yield great dividends later, thought the businessman.
“Hey, I just thought of something,” said the big man.
“What’s that?”
“Well, you said you do photography right? And sculpting.”
“I try to. I usually do figure studies but it’s hard to get really good models.”
“Well, do you think….I….could be something you could try to use?”
The businessman smiled. “Gosh. Why didn’t I think of that? Say…Come on. Let me see. How ‘bout losing the shirt?”
“Here? Now?”
“Just for one pose. Oh now you’re not going to tell me you’re shy!”
The big man smiled and peeled off his shirt. The businessman heard seams popping and threads snapping and then the shirt was tucked into the big man’s back pocket.
“Okay,” said the big man. “What do you want?”
“How about a double bicep pose?”
“Like this?”
“Beautiful!” said the businessman. “Just beautiful!”
2012