I just graduated from a sports university, where I built a solid body of muscles. At 183cm tall, my body shape is not as exaggerated as that of a bodybuilder, but closer to the tight lines of an Olympic gymnast. After graduation, I worked as a coach in a gym, and my muscles became more and more full. Wearing a white tights and fluorescent green tights, my body lines are as clear as those of an ancient Roman statue.
Today, I just finished lifting two sets of 50-pound dumbbells, and my biceps became more and more prominent. I was trying to distract myself, but I was troubled by the restlessness in my heart. A week ago, before my boyfriend returned to China, he half-jokingly used a "restraint device" on me, which made me a little inconvenient these days, especially when I saw other muscular men in the gym, I was always distracted.
At this time, a black customer came over. He was about 180cm tall and his muscles were stronger than mine. He looked a bit like Will Smith. He was wearing a black tights and his chest muscles were clearly defined. He smiled and asked me how to exercise with dumbbells. I thought to myself, he was so muscular and still asked this. Could he have other intentions?
I helped him hold the dumbbells from behind and taught him the movements: "Breathe in, exhale, keep the rhythm." My hands felt his six distinct abdominal muscles. There were not many people in the gym, so I moved a little closer and felt his back muscles. The atmosphere was a little subtle. I closed my eyes and some images flashed through my mind, but the "device" made me feel a little helpless.
Suddenly, he turned around and said with a smile: "Coach, I have a way to relax you." I was stunned for a moment, and followed him into the coach's lounge...
He took off my Jordan basketball shoes, and my soles were sweaty and exuded a similar smell. He smiled and said: "Your feet." I smelled my shoes and my body relaxed more, as if some unknown switch in my body was turned on.
In the end, we released the emotions that had been pent up for a long time. He left with a playful smile. I looked at the sweaty lounge and realized that I might not be as "pure" as I thought.
Fortunately, I put a "restraint device" on Feng Shuai before I left, otherwise, with his energy, he would probably "harm" all the muscular men in the gym.
Feng Shuai and I met in the gym a year ago. He is a newly graduated fitness coach, and I am a student studying in China. When he teaches me fitness, he is always "dishonest", and I am not idle either. My eyes are either staring at his chest muscles as broad as iron gates, or sneaking glances at his big feet wearing size 45 basketball shoes. After the first class... Later, we found that our living habits are very compatible, and we live a sweet life as husband and wife.
At work, today's work content is to shoot a photo album for a bodybuilding newcomer. I arrived at the company early to prepare the equipment. The boss introduced: "This is a bodybuilding newcomer." He is about 180cm tall, wearing a straight blue suit, with huge chest muscles faintly visible under the white shirt, size 44 black leather shoes shining, and a piece of white socks showing at his ankles. The handsome square face wears black-framed glasses, has a short flat head, and a sunny smile. The calluses on the palms when shaking hands reveal the intensity of his training. His healthy wheat-colored skin made him look energetic.
"It's our first meeting. Please take care of me." His smile made me a little distracted. I held his hand for a long time without letting go, and some charming pictures popped up in my mind.
"Photographer, start!" The boss's voice brought me back to reality.
"Okay, let's change clothes." I said, thinking about how to get closer.
Revealing his muscular figure. He is slightly shorter than Feng Shuai, and his feet are a size smaller, but his muscles are fuller, like a standard bodybuilder. Each muscle swells with the movement, and the lines are full of power. If Feng Shuai is as strong as a gymnast, Sasaki is the perfect combination of strength and beauty. I couldn't help swallowing my saliva and walked over with the olive oil.
"Your muscles are great!" I first applied olive oil to his nearly 50-inch chest muscles, and my fingers inadvertently brushed across his firm skin.
"Thank you, I have been working out since high school." He said in a gentle tone with a magnetic voice.
I tentatively asked, "You are so handsome and strong, you must have a girlfriend, right?" He smiled and said, "Haha, not yet, I like a free life." I continued to apply oil to him. There was no one around, and the atmosphere gradually heated up... I made a request, and he scolded me...
S Hey, I was scolded by a straight man. Although the shooting went smoothly, I still feel bad. I have to think of a way to get revenge on this bodybuilder... If you have money, please support me...
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