Muscle Pics

by bbwannab@yahoo....

CC-by-SA bbwannab@yahoo....

[Warning: Some same sex intimacy ahead. Rated R. Don't read if you think it may offend you!]

[A note to the curious reader: No part of this story was written using AI. It all came from this author’s head.]

Dedicated to Matt Watzka (on the old SuperStrengthFantasies Yahoo! Group) whose Lester character caused me to lose a lot of skin. ;-) =================================================

I have driven through the Mojave Desert quite a few times. I have cousins living in Vegas and Palm Springs (lucky them!) so when I visit them I invariably drive through the desert. People ask me why I do this and I respond that I like the openness, uncluttered-ness, and the solitude. And the desert, they say, has its own special beauty. It does. It is a world away from the Tech buzz of Las Vegas.

People also say there are strange things and people in the Mojave. I sure agree because I have met some of them. One particular July I planned to visit the Kelso Dunes, so I drove my rental car past the train depot and onto the unpaved access road, which was loaded with potholes. I proceeded gingerly while trying to eye the landscape and made it most of the way, until I heard a bang, and I knew instantly I had popped a tire. Just my luck.

I got out to survey the damage. Yep, it was definitely flat and would need replacing. I keyed the trunk open and located the spare, then looked around for the jack.... Uh-oh. No jack. Damn! So now what?!?

Just then I noticed a figure atop a dune, headed in my direction. As he got closer, I noticed he was wearing a cowboy hat, then jeans, then a leather vest open in the front. I also noticed he was very well-muscled, in his late 20s, and, as he got even closer, dark-haired and with a midsection so cut it would have made Jason Bjarnson envious.

He came toward my car and said in a distinct Texas drawl. "Well little man, you seem to have yourself in a real fix here, a flat tire in the middle of the desert and no one to help. Except for me. My name's Rex. You want some help?"

I nearly said I'd be much obliged, then caught myself. "Yeah, thanks, but the rental car didn't supply me with a jack."

Rex gave me a half smile and nodded, "Figures. But, I don't think that will be a problem." One of his sea green eyes winked at me. He then walked around the car, studying it from a few different angles.

"I noticed your accent," I said. "Are you from Texas?"

Rex chuckled and said, "Most people do. I'm from Austin. We moved up here when I was a kid to 29 Palms. My father was involved with the military, see." He knelt by my front tire, the flat one. "I hope you have a lug wrench. I'd hate to damage your nuts."

I let that comment pass and went back to the trunk to retrieve the wrench and the spare. "So are you a Marine?" I asked.

"Well I was," Rex responded. He stood up and, at that exact moment, up went the whole front end of my car. Rex was actually holding it off the ground, one handed.

It took me a moment to actually process what I was seeing. When I found my voice, I exclaimed, "Wow, Rex, you are a really strong dude!"

Rex just chuckled and nodded. He wasn't straining or breathing hard, just casually holding the engine end of a midsize car off the ground. "Yeah, you could say that. Take your time getting those lug nuts off."

I thought he was being sarcastic, and asked, "How long can you hold it up like that?"

"As long as you need, little man."

I couldn't say anything else except, "Wow."

Once I was over my shock and awe, I got to work on those lug nuts. While I was doing so, I had a sudden thought.

"So Rex," I asked cautiously, "when you joined the Marines, did you volunteer for any...projects? Secret experiments?"

"Yep. Physical enhancement, they called it."

"Whoah," I said. "A real live super-soldier! I've always wanted to meet one."

"Now you have," Rex said, giving me a nod and his broad grin. His sea green eyes flashed with pride.

"So what are you doing out here in the desert? Besides helping people change tires?" I asked.

"Well I'm sort of...well...I went AWOL."

"AWOL?" I was taken aback. "Why?"

"Well," Rex replied, "I was...some of the things they wanted me to do...I just didn't agree with."

"Oh," I said. Trying to lighten the mood a little, I said, "So does the military chase you around the desert like the Hulk then?"

For the first time since he'd walked up, Rex laughed out loud. It was like the sun coming from behind a bank of clouds, and it cheered me up despite my predicament. "No, no, nothing like that, at least not anymore. I sometimes agree to help my Marine bros with...certain incidents. Very hush-hush, though."

By this time I had the flat tire off and was about to put the spare on, but Rex reached down and said, "I got that for ya little man," then gently picked up the spare and placed it on the bolts. "Tighten away!" Rex said. I did so with much more enthusiasm than I usually had for replacing tires.

In short order the spare was on and Rex gently lowered my front end to the ground. His muscles seemed even bigger now.

"So how strong are you? What's your limit?" I asked.

"Can't tell you that, little bro. But I can sure give you a little demonstration."

Rex lifted the front end off the ground again, this time using both hands. When it was at a 45 degree angle, he squatted underneath it and stood up, with the car’s entire weight across his broad shoulders. I nearly exploded in awe. But Rex wasn't done showing off yet.

With a deep grunt, Rex extended his arms and military-pressed the car over his head. Then he did it again. And again. I counted six reps with perfect form! Then Rex lowered the tonnage to his shoulders and squatted down, the rear of the car touched the ground, and Rex returned the whole vehicle to a 45 degree angle with the front end still held in the air by his impossibly strong arms. He lowered the front end gently to the ground.

"Rex...Rex...that was...incredible!" I stammered.

Rex looked me up and down and stopped at my crotch. He grinned. "Looks like you enjoyed my little show."

"Oh crap!" I said, covering myself in embarrassment.

Rex just laughed. "Don't worry about it little bro. It happens. I could have done a lot more but didn't want to freak you out."

It took me probably 20 or 30 seconds to find my voice again. "Oh," I finally said with mock sarcasm, "well that was...thoughtful of you."

Rex just winked at me and said. "Well little bro, we should both be on our way. It gets dark fast out here in the desert."

I felt the first pangs of regret that occur when a guy I have fallen for is leaving. "Rex, will I ever see you again?"

Rex turned a thoughtful look on me. He brightened and said, "I'll make you a deal little bro. You ever get in trouble out here in the desert, you just shout old Rex's name and I'll come find you. Hell, even if you ain't in trouble." He walked over and whispered in my ear: "Super soldiers get lonesome too!"

He placed each of his big hands on my shoulders, then moved in and brushed his lips against mine, nibbled me gently, and stepped back with a wink. Not the most passionate kiss I'd ever got from a man, but after that display of nearly unrestrained superhuman power, I think it was the hottest ever.

Rex turned and...you know how in the old Westerns, the good guy always walks off into the sunset? Well that's exactly what Rex did, walked off into the sunset until he was lost in the glare. He disappeared as if he were only a dream.

I don't remember getting back into my car or driving to my hotel, let alone checking in. But in the morning I woke up in the hotel bed, wondering. Had what happened yesterday evening been a dream? A hallucination? I was in a daze as I got ready and activated the hotel's automatic checkout routine. I exited into the bright sunshine and walked to my car. It was then I noticed something was off. Was that a dent near the right front fender? I got closer to check it out.

But it wasn't a dent. It was in fact...the impression of four large fingers embedded in the steel.

The end.