When I was getting close to cumming, I had him hit a double biceps posed as I fucked his face. His hands were running over my body as well, feeling my muscles, moaning when I flexed for him and working that much harder on my dick. He was a damn good cocksucker and I indulged myself on his muscles, feeling his hardness, telling him to flex first his arms and shoulders, then his lats and chest. (Again, unaugmented, but I had plans.) He looked a little nervous, but I pushed him to his knees assuring him that we wouldn't be disturbed. I turned toward him and let him at my now hard cock. "Yeah, man, you're fucking huge! I'll do anything for you, if I can touch you." "You dig my body, man?" I asked, having studied the dialect. He stepped up to the urinal beside me and without any pretense of pissing himself, just stared at my dick and my body. I went to a urinal to take a piss, my anticipation causing me to get hard as I knew the bodybuilder was approaching. I left the pit for the bathroom and the muscle man I desired followed me. and I was starting out slowly.Īs my workout progressed, I garnered many admirers who shyly admired my body and subtly cruised. As a practitioner of the sport of bodybuilding, I had a large, defined physique, more muscular than anyone I knew but not as big as the men populating my fantasy. I had entered the fantasy without any personal embellishments to my body or any of the more surreal aspects that I had programmed into my virtual reality program. As the various muscle men and onlookers appeared, I started a workout. I entered the scene near the weight pit and called for a random set of people to fill out the scene. I started with a simple, unaugmented scene out of 1970s Venice Beach, or as I preferred, Muscle Beach. I found and culled huge amounts of fiction to inform the machine of the fantasies I preferred and of course I wrote many, many scenarios of the sorts of situations and men I liked.įinally all the bugs were fixed and I was ready to test some of Virtual Reality scenarios I had created. But then, that is what I was programming it for. With each new set of videos or set of scanned images I found, it seemed as if the computer knew what I wanted and was prepared to give it to me. The programming became easier and easier as I downloaded the libraries of images. And, I hoped, that with the vast library I had collected of gay pornography and images of the old sport of bodybuilding, I could create any combination of images and sensations that I desired. Not only was synthesis possible for external stimuli but internal ones as well.
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I had made the breakthrough in allowing virtual depictions that were synthesized and extrapolated from existing information creating realities that had never existed before rather than merely reproducing stored images. I had perhaps the only surviving, and certainly the largest, collection of bodybuilding magazines and videos from the last half of the twentieth century and one of the only practitioners of the sport left, much to my sexual frustration. My passion for computers exhibited itself through an advanced degree in computer science with a concentration on virtual reality and artificial intelligence programming for sex, as a young, horny, red- blooded gay man and for muscle, as a throw-back, unapologetic, pumped-up, muscle-junkie-freak.