Welcome to the neighborhood

My definition of "Paradise" happens to be own back yard;

Working out and sweating buckets in the south Florida sun, picking up heavy objects and putting them down, over and over again. I began weight training in my 20's off and on. Over the years I have been in some form of fit, buff, average and toned as long as I can remember. But as I reach my late 50's, growing and sculpting even more muscle has become a passion, possibly a fetish,  even an obsession. I fucking love it. My muscles turn me on. I love having them, I love dressing to expose them, I love it when guys look at them and I esp love it when another man wants to play with them to satisfy his fetish for muscles. I share freely. And - I give zero fucks what others may think about my narsistic passion.

While wearing the skimpiest of skimpy red speedo that I can fit into (I fucking love a sexy tan line), I lose myself to the rhythm of each inhale and each exhale, each full contraction, every rep and every set every flex. Channeling the tranquility of the tropical paradise I built and created surrounding my beautiful pool. I am at total peace.

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A few weeks ago, a new guy moved into the property directly behind my house. The Florida style home that I live in was built on a smaller lot located east of the drive off of Wilton Manors Blvd. The front yard was almost all driveway as are most of the homes in this area.  The back yard was just big enough for a nice pool. Around here the  abundance of palm trees, bougainvillea, hibiscus and ferns are used to create a barrier of privacy but my newer landscape had not yet completely filled in all of the gaps, so once in a while the new neighbor and I could exchange casual glimpse of each other and greetings.

The mere thought that someone, anyone,  could catch a glimpse of me or actually watch me working out gave me the biggest thrill and turned me on. And the idea that this older gentleman, sort of handsome in a bookish nerdy way would try and catch a peak of me and my mountain of muscles made my nuts boil in excitement. It did not take but a few weeks and my question was answered. Clearly answered.

"Keep your shoulders back" was barked from his side of the fence.  "Keep your head up". His deep baritone voice was a contrast to his stature, "no cheating Boy" was bellowed across from the other yard.  Trey's commanding instructions made chills run up my sweaty spine.

"The stricter your form the more force goes into those puny guns of yours Son".

With my shoulders pulled back, my head facing forward I put every ounce of effort into the most strict bicep curl form I could. And just as he demanded, my biceps contracted into the massive 18 inch peaks at full contraction and concentration of every rep.  And they burned. They burned good.

"Thanks Trey." Shaking out my arms as I walked over to the fence.

"Good call neighbor". I pop an impromptu double bicep flex to show off my efforts. Blowing a fake kiss at each peak. (If he only knew , I was dying to actually kiss and lick each one for the way bounced up after such a grueling set).

"You know your stuff Mr." I casually go to lean against the top rail of the fence. And mis it.

I practically stumble over my own two feet at the sight of his naked body mere feet from me.

This guy I had pegged for "a bookish nerd" just happens to be buck add naked, displaying one hell of a lean ripped sculpted body. Raw, natural, pure lean muscle and a cock. A cock so large it looked foreign on his lithe body.

His dick must be at least 5 , maybe 6 inches, soft - heavy - full hanging flaccid cut meat. Nesteled between smooth shaved balls the size of eggs.

"Lucky me!" He chuckles.

"Huh"? Was the most coherent wording that my surprised brain could register. My eyes glued to the prize winning dick in front of me.  Stumbling, stuttering mess of sweaty muscle, caught off guard.

"You muscle heads are all alike, you love dick. And with the size of my big dick, I get all of the muscle I want." His cock makes the first sign of movement as it comes to like lengthening.

"The bigger your muscles are, the easier you are to nail."

His dick jerks at the mention of muscle and his cock in the same sentence.  

"God-damn".  Escaped my lips. Most likely out loud, but by this point he had me pegged and we both knew it

"By my count you have two more sets, boy." He nods in the direction of my weights.

"And they had better be spot on and perfect." He pointed towards my dumbbell rack as he climbed over the fence. I was walking backwards to  keep my eyes on his huge meat swaying from thigh to thigh as he walked into my yard.

Trey was a few years my senior. Maybe 65. I guess about 150 lbs, 5'9 or so tall and buff. And hot too. And oh so fucking hung. Grey had  begun to pepper his jet black hair. Classic good looks.  But damn, he is sexy. And that fucking cock. Wow.

"Grab the 50's big boy." His voice takes on the same authoritative tone as before.

"Shoulders back".  As I grip each piece of iron.  He is already in my head, and I am in my zone.

"Look straight ahead." He is sizing me up as he walks around my body. "We are going for 15." He steps close behind me.

"One," he instructs me to begin.

I feel a surge of adrenaline that I havnt felt in years. I feel every ounce of testosterone fueled blood rush through my body as I begin to crank out each rep. His breath is hot on my neck as he counts out each rep.

He places his index finger on the exact peak of each bicep head and instructs me to focus every bit of energy and concentration into that singular fiber. Visualization is as key as form. His voice is is always in control yet somehow soothing too if that is possible.

"That's very good son" he whispers softly into my ear as he traces the curve and cut of each bicep. Closing the gap of his body against mine. His index fingers on the centrepoint of each muscle is now replaced by his full hand.

"Negative reps now muscle boy." He palms the full muscle peak as I lower the bells as painfully slow as possible just as he instructed.

Pulse per pulse, our rhythms sync. I can feel each pulse of his cock flexing against my speedo covered ass,  matching every explosion of muscle fiber in my biceps, as if to cheer me on.

"Let's see what you are really made of muscle boy." He grinds is rock hard dick against my ass,  

"16" he prompts me once we hit the 15 count he originally proposed.  

"17." He humps my butt harder reminding me of the prize.

"I bet you got 20 in you, dont you boy?"  his fingers dig into my fried peaks. His cock was so hard I felt that it may was penetrate my suit at any moment.

The weights all but fall out of my hands when I hit the 20 count. Sweat is flooding out of every pore on my body.  My breath is rapid and deep trying to recoup from that grueling set, but I dont move. I am frozen at the feel of his hands firmly massaging my spent guns and his huge cock is battling against the fabric covering covering my ass.

We hold this close contact until my blood pressure and breathing comes back to normal and he releases his grasp on me. Visually raping my body with his keen eyes, he sizes me up:  he nails me close to my actual 215 lbs and guages my height at an accurate 6'1". Running his hands over my hairless torso. Poking, prodding inspecting me like a side of beef.

"Grab the pair of 60's" the authority of his command convinces me to reach for them even though I have never once repped with 60 lb dumbbells before and this grueling workout I am already at complete exhaustion. Even 30 pounders would be a very hard task to lift at this point, but my hands clasp onto the 60 lb bells of iron like a possessed madman.

"Good job son. I knew you would go for it. "  his voice supportive.

"Here is some incentive". He steps into myine of vision, and flexes his huge meat as he begins his count at One.

My eyes laser focused on that prize winning prick, my biceps crank into motion and raise 60 lbs of metal to full repetition.

"Two". More forceful tone comes to his voice. Both reminding me who is in charge and also to encourage me.  His cock flexes again and grows even larger.

'I want that dick' is the only thought coursing through my mind and body. The only energy possible to make me complete these reps is my lust for cock.

"Three". The first prism of precum coats the slit and I see it clearly. That glistening omen gives me the energy to begin my fourth rep without coaxing.

"You are a greedy lil cock hound aren't you?" He states the obvious by now.

As I mentioned, I have lifted and trained for over 30 yrs, but never have I felt the burn or explosion  of muscle fibers I feel at this second with this amount of weight in each hand and this old man using such a big dick to lure me to the finish line.

"Five." He barks louder to center my focus.

"And keep those shoulders back."  His cock has hardened and grown with each count on this set. It has easily surpassed the 8 inch range I originally guessed and I am now not sure just how big it will get.

"Head up, - Six."  I snap back to his dominance.

"Four more to go, MuscleBoy" .

"Seven." It sounds like an echo from far away, even though he is still 3 feet in front of me and in full control.  

He sees my fading energy, and grabs his cock with his left hand smacking the palm of his right hand sending precum flying in the sunlight.

"Concentrate son." He bellows.

"I know you want this big daddy dick." He steps closer palming it again.

"Only  really big muscle boys get this one!" He is in my face now

"EIGHT" He bellows at full force. Spittle flying into my face as he demands that I follow his instructions.

His dick is now rock hard, throbbing, pointing straight out from his tight abs and leaking a steady drool of precum out of the tip reaching the floor.

"Nine" a full burp of cum bubbles from his slit forces me to lift that rep with amazing force.  It is unclear now, no way to tell if my muscles are causing this reaction on his dick, or his porn sized cock is controlling my muscles to exceed what I previously thought possible.

"And ten"  his voice still powerful and in charge but I could also hear a slight hint of satisfaction as he led me into final count.

"Good job son." He rewarded me with praise upon my final count.

"Hmmphhhtmm"  I struggled and hefted the weights up again  as pass his ten count and lifted each bell for the eleventh time.

He eyes grew almost as large as his cock watching me surpass his direction.

"ARGGGGGFFHGG". I proceeded to heft the weights up to a 12 count before I faltered at the top and lost my grip. As the steel crashed to the deck I exhaled entire volumes of CO2 from my body and I gasped for my next breath.

Keeling over resting my hands on my knees to steady myself I am now nose to tip with the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. Just a tongue flick away from my face. Inhaling deeply still grabbing air for my lungs the heady aroma of his loins fill my nostrils. A man in heat, turned on, rock hard emits a smell so sexual it can not be mistaken for anything but lust.

Is cock is still throbbing, flexing and leaking precum from watching my muscles explode under his coaching.  

"You haven't earned the privilege yet son." He warns me not to dive into it. But he leaves it just centimeters from my face.

My breath returning to base normal I sink to my knees in front of him. My blue eyes begging up at him to let me taste. I know immediately, he us serious and if I want to have this cock one day, sucking it down is not the right move.

I straighten my posture, proud, pumped still soaking wet with sweat keeping my eyes on his I raise both arms into a double bicep flex. Displaying the most pumped up arms I have ever flexed.

"You are one very quick study aren't you son." His fingers reach for my pythons tracing each cut and ridge with approval and inspection.

"Keep em flexed boy". My arms are shaking and vibrating to hold the pose. I am shocked to see him replace his fingers with the head of his dick. Painting tracks of precum around the head of each muscle on both the right and left arm... coating both peaks almost solid.

"Permission to lick my marks off of your  muscles boy." Leaving his dick within tongues reach i lap up his precum, nursing and kissing my biceps with abandon. Feeling the heat and hardness of my muscles and tasting just a hint of his creamy goodness was heaven for a musclehead like me.

"Get your rest tonight son." He musses my hair with my flex fading in intensity.

"2pm tomorrow. Sharp. We are going to blast those legs tomorrow."  Standing over me, he milks the length of his cim tube, emptying all remaining precum onto his finger and places it on my lips.

I devour his finger. Sucking it into my mouth like it was his cock. Just licking his finger gave me this odd satisfaction that today I had done a great job and this gentleman approved. It had been a long time since I felt that glowing satisfaction deep with in.

Watching him jump his body over the fence with such ease as he left me there still kneeling arms still up in double flex position I begin to  dream about tomorrow. And with one more hard flex of my worn out guns, I empty my own load into my swimsuit, hands free I cum in waves of pure pleasure.