As soon as I waked into the room I could feel his eyes on me. I'd planned everything well, down to the clothes I chose for the meeting. I'd been to the gym that morning so I was pumped, my massive arms bulging out of a tight white t-shirt far too small for me but stretchy enough to pass. The mounds of my pecs bulged and twitched, my abs clearly visible through the taut cotton. [...]

You guys know I say what I mean and I mean what I say. I'm not one to fuck around and play games, unless the games are a part of what I'm doing with a guy. Some people think I'm arrogant, but I don't care, I know that a cocky muscle dom like me can get away with a lot when we say what's on our mind. My body gets the attention, my mouth draws [...]

All it takes is a little flexing and most guys are fascinated by my massive pecs. They might not even know why they find it so hot, but they all want to feel me and explore and I know their cock is getting chubby while they do. When I take my shirt off the muscle pec domination truly begins. Just seeing my power through a thin shirt is enough but once they have potential access [...]

I've told you a lot about the guys I meet at the gym, the dudes who might have a little muscle or be typical jock guys who get addicted to watching and feeling a man like me in a bodybuilder worship session, but I don't think I've told you about one of my good buddies who's in the sport like I am. He's a massive guy too, real powerful, but not as big as me. [...]