Standing in the middle
of the posing room,
surrounded by mirrors,
one of each of our heavily calloused,
protan-stained hands
clasping the other's,
looking at multiple reflections
of our massive rippling muscles,
we reflected on the fantastic power
in both of our bodies.
We saw how the heat
from our massive bodies
was steaming up the mirrors
and we mindfully willed
our heavily siliconed mammoth dicks to shrink
until we were both fully flaccid,
and even then our cocks looked obscene.
Then we stood,
baked by the glare
and heat of the extra bright flood lights
and began our daily ritual
of searching for imperfection,
but there were none.
It was futile to even try.
Time stretched and compressed
but after a good 20 minutes of staring,
we became mesmerized
by the extent we have pushed
our highly overdeveloped muscular bodies,
and we both reveled
in our personal vision of masculine beauty
and we became fully awashed
with immense self satisfaction
accompanied by a huge sense
of our immensity,
our power,
and our dominion.
We were,
we felt
and we saw ourselves
standing there as two super-musclemen,
two iconic muscle-freaks
who because of our massiveness
were awkwardly clasping the other's fist
and we were totally in lust.
In lust with both each other
and ourselves,
in equal measures,
for our lust of muscle
was intoxicating to start,
but now we were totally in lust
and we could have stood there
and stared at our mutual magnificence
for days
as a measure of how satisfying it felt
soaking up our multiple reflections
highlighted by our roid-induced
and roid-induced
heart-poundingly handsome faces!
Both faces naturally tanned
and protan-saturated
to a deep mahogany brown,
one with definite asianesque features,
the other definitely of caucasian origin.
And both of us with full sensuous lips
with wide flaring nostrils taking in the air,
punctuated with pencil thick,
stainless steel rings,
that changed our look
from men into livestock,
bulls,
prized belgian blue bulls.
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