The Feel of Solid Flesh Against the Skin

My friend knew I had a fetish for muscle. Maybe he didn't know all of the intimate details, how many directions it had led me over a lifetime, how much of my persona it had shaped. But he knew enough to ask me one night, just a few short weeks ago, if it would be weird to flex his muscles for me. 

Of course it would be weird! He was 20 years younger than I, my friend of several years, more into women than men, and not attracted to me sexually. Yet, here he was, interested, willing, inviting me to indulge my attraction to him, my desire to view him as a sexual object, to allow myself to arouse an energy that I had mostly kept to myself. Known but kept hidden for my entire adolescence, I had only shared my secret with a few of my most trusted and supportive friends, and a few scattered clandestine liasons through my adult life.

This is a dream coming true for me. And so many threads of the tapestry I'd spent my erotic life weaving show up in this new garment. Tall, handsome, creative, athletic, smooth and lean, with dense, solid muscle he almost sheepishly carries on his lithe, lanky frame. Confident, strong, funny, wise, a person I already know and love as a sweet friend. Generous, helpful, kind.

Then there are the qualities I had not really known about him until our first exploration of our parts in this story. That he enjoys pushing himself in his workouts. That his muscles have that solid dense feeling, like a hard cock, that thrills me like nothing else can. That he makes noises of effort when he works out, pushes himself to his limits. Appreciates being directed and encouraged to do more than he might on his own.

We have had 2 sessions since he first brought the subject up, some details of which I will share in coming posts. For now, I wanted to reboot this blog by introducing this adventure which is just now unfolding for me.

For now, stay strong and be well!