My bodybuilder best friend

MY BODYBUILDER BEST FRIENDA few years ago, I had an experience with a pro bodybuilder, and I've never told anyone about it -- mostly because I cheated on my partner and because the bodybuilder is married.I admit I'm a muscle fanatic. I wrote him a fan letter when I saw his email address in Muscular Develoment magazine. (You'd know him if you follow bodybuilding, but he wasn't a Mr. Olympia winner. Claimed he was "natural," although after being with him, I doubt it).I laid on more and more compliments the more I wrote to him, and I could tell he appreciated it. Then I asked for autograghed photos. Later a t-shirt. Meanwhile, I'd throw in a word that was beyond what I'd said before -- I'd tell him his body was beautiful, head to toe....and that I worshiped him abd loved to look at him.Still, he responded positively, even asking me for specifics about what I liked. It became an erotic, sexy game to me, and even Mecidiyeköy Escort more so because I knew he was married and that I was partnered.This went on for months,and the emails got more graphic. I actually thought he was taking steroids that were stimulating him.Then he told me he'd be in Pittsburgh for a bodybuilding show, where he'd represent a major supplement company. He asked me if I wanted to meet him there, and to be honest, my heart raced and pounded.I'm athletic, but not a bodybuilder, and I never presented myself as one to him. However, I didn't know if he expected me to look a certain way, or if he expected anything at all.He was arriving in town at 11 pm on a Friday night, and we decided I'd meet him at the Doubletree -- "to talk, with no other expectations" (his words).He was even more gorgeous in person than in photos, wearing a black leather jacket over a Mecidiyeköy Escort Bayan tight t and tight jeans. Unbelievable. When we took the elevator to his room, he got nervous for a minute -- a bber friend was staying across the hall, and he didn't want to be seen. No one saw us.The FIRST THING he did when we closed the door was to offer me a bear hug....which I immediately accepted. Yeah, it was fucking unreal. I admit it.Then he ordered room service -- a steak salad. I had coffee. We talked while he ate, and I could tell he wanted the compliments to start, so I gave him what he wanted. He admitted he loved the attention I gave him, and found it very erotic and sexual, and that he liked the way I looked at him.Not too much later, I was in another hug, holding this mass of hard beef, grabbing onto the finest ass I'd ever groped. I'd never felt thighs/quads so big or hard, Escort Mecidiyeköy either. Every dream I ever had about a bodybuilder was right there.In short order, he was slouched in a chair and I was between his legs, sucking him. Married or not, he was really into it, and was as hard as a rock -- and big.Long story short, I didn't leave his room until after 4 am. The whole thing was incredible. By the way, I took him a couple small gifts, and he gave me a lifting belt with his name on it, an autographed t-shirt, and a contest medal.After we dressed, I took a couple pictures, and got ready to leave. That's when he told me that he should have fucked me. I thought to myself, "Yeah, you should have."We emailed a few more times, but that was it. I could tell he was guilty about cheating on his wife; maybe the gay sex made him guilty, too.Doing some cleaning, I found those photos, and that made me think of this whole thing, so I thought I'd share it. Of course, I'm ready for some DLer to give me a 1/10 and say I made the whole thing up.It's crazy, but it took a while for me to move past him not wanting to stay in contact. It's probably good that he cut it off, because I could've been talking into anything.