The below is an extract of the recent part of my "Charlie's Secret" story (click here to read the whole thing) which sees Charlie filming a competition ripped bodybuilder hitting a front double bicep in a pump room backstage at a bodybuilding show, and his (muscle obsessed) mind suddenly slips into a bit of a naughty fantasy...
He didn’t seem to want to let up from the front double bicep pose. Flexing and flexing, showing off his huge hard, ridiculously pumped guns. As I looked at his sexy little face contorting with sheer effort, I suddenly noticed tiny beads of sweat forming on his forehead and cheeks. He was squeezing out every last inch of this bicep pose, and with my attention turning to those mounds of incredibly flexed, granite hard muscle, I suddenly wanted nothing more than to reach out and squeeze them.
He was clearly proud of his abnormally big biceps, and was loving every single second of showing them off to Stuart and I. What was the betting he’d love to have some hands on them, feeling, squeezing and fondling the fuck out of every single incredible inch of those massive freaky peaks? I couldn’t attend to both at the same time though, I’d probably have to have a bit of assistance. My mind then spiralled to the image of me with my mouth wrapped around his right granite hard bicep, kissing and sucking on the muscle as it bulged underneath that cling wrap skin, looking over and seeing Stuart Fox doing the exact thing with the left bicep. Two muscle mad mates worshipping the fuck out of a pint sized, tight as fuck, ripped up little muscle cutie. Locking eyes with each other and lingering for a moment, both thinking the exact same thing. “Are we in heaven mate?? I think we might just fucking be, and yep, I think I also might just splat my fucking pants at any given seco - oh - oh - OOOOOOHFFFFFUUUUUCCKKK - oooops too late”.
And the below assorted pics of enormous biceps/massive cannons/huge fucking guns are doing absolutely NOTHING to help my bicep phase pass!!