Date: Mon, 13 Aug 2001 20:36:04 +0100
From: Taipei Tales <taipeitales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Taipei tales, no 1

I was working out in the gym, which is in Taipei, Taiwan, where I currently
live.

It was daytime, and for a while, I was the only person there, and I was
just getting on with my stuff, working the muscles of my upper arms,
when...

... In walked this statue.

I stopped breathing for a moment.

Normally, Taiwanese men are fairly lean and vascular, yet not very built.

Well, this guy was different.

Dressed in black shorts and singlet, he was so well defined. His neck and
shoulders were thick and muscular with veins already pumping blood, even
before he started to work out. And I could see he had arms that were large,
powerful and very strong.

Through the singlet, which was already taut across his body, I could see a
great chest that looked like it was made of rock, it was so solid. He stood
firmly on 2 fantastic legs, strong, tanned, and so well defined. He really
was a built like a statue.

He started to work out his chest on the Smith Machine, and as he did so,
his pecs started to grow and pump even more. I could hear his deep regular
breathing as he worked. The veins around his shoulders and in his arms were
filling with blood and making his body seem even more powerful.

The music stopped and as there was no attendant around, we both worked out
alone, together, in silence.

>From time to time, I thought I noticed him looking over at me with a sort
of half-smile, between sets, and then he just got back to business. Well,
it was very tough for me to concentrate on my workout. I had never been so
close to such a hunk before, watching the changes, the growth, before my
eyes.

I do not speak much Chinese, so I just tried a 'nee how' (hello) after a
few more minutes, and got a half smiled response, and nothing more, so I
thought, OK, I can watch, enjoy, maybe even learn a bit, too.

He was really struggling now, with awesome weights on the Smith Machine,
and was close to failure. I tentatively walked over and using sign
language, offered help as a spotter for his last reps. He just grunted and
nodded, and I took up my position behind his head.

By now, the veins in his arms were blue and gorged with blood, and the rest
of his upper body was drenched in sweat and pulsating and twitching. His
biceps and triceps were now even more massive and quivering with the
effort. I could see every vein in his huge forearms pulsing rapidly. His
singlet was drenched in sweat and it stuck to his body like it had been
painted on, so I could see in more detail what was inside it. His lower
chest and abdominal area was carved out of stone by an Italian sculptor, I
think. Completely free of fat, every muscle was defined and separated; his
waist slim, lean and hard. The muscles in his huge legs were flexing and
twitching with the effort as well, the separation of his quads into the
various parts working and clenching, on and off, as he hefted these
enormous weights up and down.

I started to get very excited, looking at this fabulous piece of muscular
art, as I stood there with my legs apart, either side of his head. My dick
started to get stiff and stick out a bit prominently. Between sets, I
managed to adjust it to one side so it did not show so much, and thought he
did not see, but there again, was that half smile, did I imagine it, or was
it real?

His mouth was just a few short inches away from my balls, and despite my
best intentions, the thought came into my mind of just what would it be
like to lower myself onto his lips and tongue.... What would it be like to
have this fabulous man naked, licking my balls, rimming my arse, sucking my
dick? Oh, this was an awesome thought, even though I never expected it to
come true...

He got off the bench, put another 5 kilos on each side, and took a few
moments to stretch.

His upper body was now slippery with sweat and pumped to perfection.

He stared hard at me, did that half smile again, slowly took off his soggy
singlet and threw it to one side. My legs nearly buckled under me as I saw
for the first time just exactly what he had already built for himself.

Amazing.

He was truly rock hard. Bright red now despite his deep tan, separated,
vascular, huge. Hot and sweaty. I could actually see every muscle in fine
detail. A magnificent man.

He lay back on the bench and started to get ready for the final lift. I
took up my position, too, and tried to concentrate on my job with all my
will power.

He looked up at me with that half smile again, and all of a sudden, he
gently stroked my legs with his hands. They were warm and strong, yet his
grip was soft and almost tender. What was going on? I jumped with shock.

We made eye contact, and I felt electricity pulsing through my entire body.

He held me for several seconds, gently massaging the muscles in my legs,
and moving his hands up and down my quads and hamstrings, and getting
closer and closer to my balls and arse each time. My dick responded by
sticking right out in front of me. There was no way I could hide my
reaction.

His smile just got a little bigger.

And then, he softly let go of my legs, and gripped the bar one more time.

As he was just wearing the black shorts now, I could see all the abdominal
ridges tensing as he got himself ready for the lift.

His breathing slowed to a steady rhythm, and his eyes sort of disassociated
a bit, almost like he had gone somewhere else in his mind.

And then he started to lower the bar, slowly, ever so slowly to his rock
hard, pumped pecs. He paused briefly at his nipples, and then his entire
body exploded with tension and blood as he started the push back up. He was
shaking, breathing fast and furious, and grunting something in Chinese and
slowly, so very slowly, the bar came back up, inch by inch.

And as it did so, his dick started to show out of the bottom of his shorts,
down his right leg. The shorts had ridden up and his dick was growing as he
strained the weights back to the top.

I was shaking too, with the excitement of being so close to this
magnificent male animal working so hard, with the knowledge that my balls
were just inches from his mouth, and at the sight of his beautiful brown
dick emerging, sweating, from his shorts.

The veins in his dick were gorged with blood, too. It seemed that his whole
body was pumped.

I snapped back to the job in hand, as he appeared to be struggling. I
called out encouraging words, but did not yet grab the bar, as I felt he
really wanted to do this for himself. My job was just to make sure he did
not hurt himself.

He paused a few inches from the lockout position for a second or two, and
our eyes met again. I mouthed 'come on, push, push' to him, even though no
sounds came out. He made one final, monumental effort and, slowly, oh so
slowly, up it came to the final lock station.

We stayed still in this place for several seconds, breathing in unison,
both pumped. Him from his lift, and me from the excitement of being there,
with him, so close.

His body was giving out such a lot of heat and sweat, so I grabbed a towel
and, taking a big risk, started to wipe his chest. I just had to feel what
his body was like as well as seeing it, and hearing it.

I leaned close to him and started to mop his body. He did not try to stop
me, and I slowly wiped as much moisture off him as possible. It was like
rubbing hot granite; he was so hard all over. I dried his shoulders, which
were like huge hunks of hot meat, then his chest where his pecs had become
gigantic with sticking out nipples.

Moving down to his abs area, I carefully dried each muscle of his stomach,
and between each one, too, feeling each groove and separation. I really
wanted to lick them clean. I was feeling very excited, and my breathing was
getting faster and faster, as his slowed.

As I got to his legs, where his dick still stuck out, proud and firm, from
his shorts, I paused to see if he would resist, but no, he did not.

So I continued on to his quads and magnificent calves, getting a real
eyeful of the knob of his dick as I did so. Did I imagine it, or did it
throb and twitch each time I got close...

Suddenly, a sweaty hand touched my leg again, and started to gently massage
my thigh once more. His finger traced the veins in my quads up and down
from my pelvis to my knee, and pressed each muscle firmly. I was shaking.

He seemed very calm, just breathing slowly and steadily now. I was getting
overcome with excitement and tried to look away, but his other hand came to
the side of my face, and turned my head towards him. I looked into his eyes
as he lay there, still heaving deep slow breaths.

We kept eye contact for what seemed like an age. My dick was almost
bursting, and I could see that the leg of his shorts had given up the
struggle to restrain his tool as well..

He smiled that half smile again, and started to rise off the bench, now
holding my hand in his. He was so hot, both in temperature, and in
excitement. I was boiling in and out. My feelings were running wild, my
pulse was racing, and my dick was throbbing fit to burst...

We stood up together. He gently touched my chest through my t-shirt and I
felt his heat. He massaged my pecs slowly, and then ran his fingers down my
arms, feeling my biceps and triceps, muttering something in Chinese and
smiling all the time. He was so tender, such a magnificent animal.

I was also dripping with sweat by this time, and he rubbed his fingers up
and down my arms and licked the sweat.

My cock jerked again inside my shorts.

Ever so gently, he took my hand, and led me the short walk to the changing
room...

There is a lot more to this story, just let me know if you want it....

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