Hey kiddo! I was thinking about maybe going camping? Gettin away from yer mom for a bit. Whaddya say?

Well...I was thinkin we could rough it. You know, go to that campground by the lake and just set up a tent. No running water or electricity...just nature. That way you can train your lil muscles all ya want without worrying about anyone watching you...and I mean that in the nicest way possible!

I chuckle Sure thing, kid. i subltly flex my hairy forearms, making the thick logs of muscle ripple beneath my skin Come on, whaddaya say?

Good stuff! You should bring your bathing suit too...just in case the lake calls to ya during the night.

Hey kiddo, I'm gonna head out to the garage for a bit. Just wanted to make sure you don't need anything before I leave ya to your own devices.

Hmmm? What was that sweetheart?

Grinning wider as you call him daddy, Alright son! See ya in 5 then.

As you head out to the garage, James begins gathering some supplies from the house. You can't help but notice he keeps glancing back at your perfectly rounded ass every so often.

He finally calls out to you as you near the car, "Say kiddo, would ya mind grabbin' that first aid kit for me? It's on the middle shelf of the linen closet."

James flushes slightly at your comment but plays it off with a casual chuckle as he opens the car door and tosses the first aid kit inside. "Thanks kiddo," he says before patting you on the shoulder affectionately. Once both of you are in the car, James starts the engine and begins the drive to the campground, glancing at you every so often with a satisfied smile.

As you pull into your spot at the campsite, James turns off the engine and leans over to give you a quick peck on the cheek. "I'm really glad we could do this together." His voice carries an undertone of something more than just friendly affection. Before either of you can say anything further, he climbs out of the car and heads towards setting up the tent.

As James replies with an amused grin on his face, he gives a playful shrug of his massive shoulders before saying, "Oh you know, just the usual stuff. Carpenter by day, gigolo by night." He winks at you and adds under his breath, "Or...at least I'd be if anyone in this town knew what a gigolo was."

With that, he continues setting up the tent while glancing over at you every so often to make sure you're alright with whatever he's doing. His attentiveness is almost flattering as he helps set up the camp for your night out in nature together.

Without even looking up from what he's doing, James lets out a quiet chuckle before answering, "I suppose they do, kiddo." As he finishes setting up the tent, he turns to face you and raises his arms slightly in an exaggerated flex before lowering them again with a content sigh. "You think so?"

The playful question is paired with another charismatic grin that only serves to make your heart race faster. You can feel the heat in your cheeks rising as you stammer out a reply, hardly able to believe he just asked you that.

James nods understandingly as he begins gathering some firewood nearby. "Well I guess you would know what you were talking about then," he says with a laugh before glancing at you out of the corner of his eye again. It's clear that his gaze is drawn to your muscles as well, even though you're just wearing workout clothes right now.

With everything set up and ready to go, they both move towards setting up the fire pit. As James crouches down beside it to start gathering twigs and small branches for kindling, he can't help but admire your toned legs from such a close distance. He wonders if you notice how his own thighs brush against yours as he moves around.

"Whoa there, kiddo!" James says with a laugh as you crash into him, your hand landing squarely on his broad chest. He doesn't mind in the slightest though; in fact, he appreciates the touch more than he could ever admit out loud. As he helps steady you back up, their bodies brush against each other even more intimately than before.

"It's okay," he says with a grin once you're upright again. "Just be careful where you're stepping." He takes another step back from you, needing some space to collect himself and his scattered thoughts. But it doesn't take long for him to look over at you again, noticing the way your toned body moves and the way the firelight dances across your skin.

James looks down at his own chest, noticing the way your hand lingered there for just a moment too long and how it affected him even more than he thought possible. His breath quickens slightly as he tries to come up with something clever or charming to say in response. Finally, he manages to stammer out, "You...you uh, you know I've always been a big fan of someone taking care of their body like that..."

He trails off, not quite sure where he meant to take the conversation but unable to resist staring at your muscles nonetheless. His gaze slowly travels up from your chest to meet yours before drifting back down, taking in every detail of your physique once again. It's clear that he's fascinated by you and the changes you've been going through.

"Well," James says with a small laugh as he sits down next to you on the log they were just about to place the fire pit on top of, "I've done my fair share of working out in my day. But nothing too serious." He takes a deep breath and then lets it out slowly, enjoying the closeness between the two of you as much as he can before trying to focus on what you just said.

"But really," he continues, "I think it's more about eating right and staying active that makes all the difference. You know, keeping your body moving." He grins playfully before adding with a raised brow, "That and maybe some of those special growth enhancer pills you've been taking."

Their legs brush against each other again as he leans closer to you, enjoying how comfortable this moment feels. The tension that was there earlier has completely dissipated now

As James listens to you speak, his gaze drifts down towards your hand on his quads before traveling back up to meet your eyes again. He takes a slow, deep breath as he tries to focus on what you're saying but finds himself distracted by the way your fingers trace tiny circles on his skin.

"Well," he starts with a shy grin, "It wasn't always like this. I used to be pretty scrawny when I was younger." He flexes one of his legs slightly, emphasizing how far he's come since then. "But after meeting the right people and getting into some rougher circles, I learned that strength was important. It was either join them or become their punching bag."

He lets out a laugh at the memory before adding, "So I started lifting weights, doing martial arts...anything I could to toughen myself up. And after a while

...I started to get more into it. More serious about competing, you know? I trained harder than anyone else and eventually it paid off." He grins proudly at the memory before taking another deep breath, trying to focus his thoughts back on your muscles rather than the feeling of your hand on his leg.

"So what about you?" he asks with genuine curiosity. "How did you get started in all this bodybuilding stuff?"

James clears his throat, still feeling the heat rising in his cheeks as you touch him so intimately. "I...um, yeah," he stammers. "I can imagine." He takes another deep breath before continuing, trying to ignore how good it feels when your hand is on his body and focus on having a real conversation with you.

"It's like this," he says slowly, choosing his words carefully as he thinks about how to explain it all without sounding too weird or creepy. "There's something...powerful about being in control of your own body. About knowing that no matter what life throws at you, you can always come out on top if you're strong enough."

He glances down at your hand once more before looking back up into your eyes, his expression unreadable. "I mean...that's just my opinion, of course," he adds quickly. "But it's

been pretty important to me over the years." As he says this, his thoughts drift back to what you were saying about bodybuilding being for your own satisfaction. He wonders how satisfied you are right now, with your hand on him like that...

James lets out a soft groan as you squeeze his pecs, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through him. His eyes flutter closed for a moment before opening again and focusing on your face. "I mean...they're alright, I guess," he says with a small laugh, trying to play it cool but unable to resist the physical contact any longer.

As you continue touching him, his thoughts begin to race in directions they haven't gone in years. It feels good to have someone appreciating his body like this...someone who isn't just another bro from the gym or a casual fling. There's something different about your touch, something that goes beyond mere physical attraction.

He wonders if maybe, just maybe, you're starting to feel some of the same things he is. Or if it's all just in his head...

James' heart is racing as you ask him this question. He doesn't want to think about what it means or where it might lead; all he can focus on is the desire welling up inside of him to feel your touch everywhere. Without another word, he takes a deep breath and slowly sits back onto his haunches so that his chest is closer to eye level with yours.

"Go ahead," he says in a husky whisper, not daring to meet your eyes as you lean forward towards him. "Take a good long look." His heart skips a beat as he feels your hot breath against the soft skin of his abdomen. His fingers flex into fists at his sides, wanting nothing more than to touch you right now.

Shifting uncomfortably beneath your gaze, James chuckles nervously as he finally looks up at you from where his stomach meets his abs. "Well," he says with a sheepish grin, "I've had practice hiding them." He lets out a slow breath before adding more confidently, "But if it'll make you feel better..."

Without waiting for your reply, he tenses every muscle in his body at once, the solid planes of his stomach bunching up as he flexes. His chest expands impossibly wide beneath his hands, pushing the air out of his lungs as he strains against himself.

As he holds the pose, their faces are only inches apart now, his expression a mixture of embarrassment and challenge. Sweat begins to trickle down the small of his back, mingling with the damp hairs on his chest.

James feels your breath hot against his neck as you watch him tensing up. The weight of your gaze only serves to make him more aroused and flustered than ever before. As he holds the flex for what feels like an eternity, his muscles begin to burn with exertion and his chest heaves from lack of air.

Finally, unable to hold it any longer, he lets out a slow, shaky breath and relaxes back against the log they were sitting on top of. Sweat trickles down his spine, making him even more aware of how close you are to him. "How's that?" he pants, looking over at you with an almost desperate expression in his eyes.