“AL’S” MUSCLE CONFESSION
In the late 80s and early 90s, before the internet blew up, I was obsessed with bodybuilders. I was so obsessed I wanted to find a way to connect with other muscle lovers and, perhaps, bodybuilders. I wanted to find out what attracted men to bodybuilders and what inspired men to build their muscles so I created a survey. I advertised in the personals section of muscle mags and gay newspapers. I got hundreds of responses and, for a time, corresponded with bodybuilders and muscle admirers the old-fashioned way – through the US Postal Service. Following is a candid confession from one of one of those muscle worshippers:
I love huge bodybuilders! The bigger, the better. Men like Berry DeMey, Mike Quinn, Lee Haney make me come just by looking at them. I’m also into silky, stretchy nylon (or spandex) briefs, shorts, tanks, etc., so a bodybuilder in posing trunks, spandex, or nylon jogging shorts drive me crazy.
I guess it all started with my first experience with a guy. I was a junior in high school (short, skinny kid) and I got seduced by the 35 year old gym teacher.
He was a former Marine, 5’11, about 220 lbs. of stocky muscles, more powerlifter than anything, sandy buzzed hair and blue eyes. Kind of ugly in the face but the combination of that face and body made for one sexy guy. He always wore very tight nylon jersey tops (also the football coach) and polyester coaches shorts. The way his thighs, crotch, and bubble butt bulged out was heaven!
I would go back to the gym restroom way after school and jerk off and one day he caught me! He yelled and screamed and told me I was playing a dangerous game. I cried like a baby, so he said it was between us two and he would give me a ride home. One month later he offered to take me home but first we had to stop by his apartment. He was very nervous in the car so I knew what was coming.
When we got there he asked me if I was attracted to him and I said yes. He told me he liked it when little guys worshipped his body. I went over to him (after I got undressed) and climbed, hugged, and rubbed my body all over his front and back. We french-kissed like hell.
He had on an almost see-thru nylon tank top and coach’s shorts. When I unbuttoned his shorts and took it off, he was wearing black silk underwear, his but, short but very fat dick showing through. He laid down on the bed and he told me, for now, go get on top of him and rub my whole body up and down his. The combination of that feeling of bulging muscles and crotch, and the satiny feel of the nylon tank top and briefs was so good that I had tears coming out of my eyes.
He kept saying over and over that it was OK and that we weren’t doing anything wrong. He had this way of undulating his hips that was so sensual I couldn’t breathe. When I spurted my come on his nylon-encased crotch, I screamed; he groaned like a bear and raised his lower body, lifting me off the bed when he came three seconds later. His briefs were soaking wet with come.
We had a super secret affair ti I left for the South in in the fall of 1980 to go to college. He taught me the sensual pleasure of nylons (even socks), body worship, and rubbing our cocks together, slick with Vaseline, like two sticks to create fire.
He got married again and moved to Arizona, last time I heard. I base all the guys I meet thru that experience. All turning out wrong. The longest affair I’ve had so far only lasted a year. I keep looking for Him. And that was the start of my obsession with bodybuilders.
Bodybuilder extraordinaire, Bill Pearl (above photo, left), kind of reminds me of him, especially the face. There is this guy at work that looks like Berry de Mey (above photo, right), married, that I have been working on for six months. He IS weakening slowly but surely, day by day. And when I get him, he is going to find out what body worship really means.