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I wanted to answer a question you have had, and get pictures before I put the door to my bedroom back on its frame. I have had a few of you ask me if it's true I can't walk straight through doors. The answer is that I can't walk straight through a standard residential doorway. I have to rotate my torso or I will run into the door frame.
Some quick math will show why. The doorway opening is 29.25". Just measuring for skeletal width my shoulders are 22". Adding my deltoids the width of my shoulders as I have meaured is 25.5". Subtracted from 29.25, the total width is only 3.75" shorter than the door frame. That leaves 1.86" clearance on each side. That is just my shoulders. Adding in my arms at my sides, just relaxed, I exceed the width of the door frame opening.
So the answer is yes, if I don't turn my torso and try to walk straight through a residential doorway, I won't make it.
The first picture in the collage is standing back slightly from the door, and the seconnd is standing right next to but not in the doorway.
Come back Sunday for a progress update!
"Obey: Obedience is pleasure."
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I was out of town for corporate meetings that included the annual corporate golf tournament. What could have been accomplished in a long weekend was spread over a week but the daily meetings were followed by rounds of golf. The following week after the senior staff meetings, there were workshops and seminars for middle management, supervisors, sales, and production.
So that the company could continue to function seminars specific to let’s say HR were held with half attending the morning session and the other half in the afternoon. The senior staff was expected to be there both weeks. I opted to be there the weekend before as well. My goal was to be as well rested as possible before the meetings started. For me it was like a mini vacation.
I normally maintain a rigid schedule. I’m not obsessive/ compulsive but if I don’t keep a schedule I tend to procrastinate and things don’t get done or I fall behind. For instance I leave the house at the same time every day. If I leave ten minutes later it takes thirty minutes longer to get to work because of traffic. If I don’t go to lunch at noon I may not eat lunch at all. If I don’t eat lunch my temper seems to flare late in the afternoon.
I normally go to the gym at least three times a week but being out of town I spent most of Saturday afternoon at the gym taking advantage of the weight room and the racket ball court. After supper while relaxing my body began to tell me that I wasn’t thirty any longer so I called for an in room massage. The hotel recommended an offsite service which was a bit more expensive because they had people available until 8pm whereas the hotel spa only had people available until 4pm on Saturday.
I was surprised they sent guy instead a woman like I expected. He explained that some people were looking for a “happy ending” from the female therapists sent to hotels. I got the picture. The company did not want to be known as an escort service and had some strict policies. I was glad they sent a guy because sometimes I felt like the females at my spa were too gentle even if I asked for a deep tissue massage. Steve looked like had the strength to give me what I wanted and needed. He asked me to take the hottest shower I could stand and stay in there for at least five to ten minutes while he set up.
I knew he was a big guy when I opened the door but when I came out of the shower he had taken off his raincoat and set up the table. His back was to me and even through his shirt I could see he how ripped and muscular his back really was. I quickly got on the table as tried to drape the towel over my ass but it fell on the floor leaving me naked. Steve was kicking off his shoes and lowering his jogging pants so that he only had on white gym shorts and a tee shirt. He peeled off his shirt and there was no doubt in my mind that he was a bodybuilder. I put my face in the doughnut hole and he began the massage without putting a towel across my ass. He was doing Swedish massage touch-y feel-y stuff and I reminded him I needed a deep tissue massage.
“This is not the massage,” he said sounding irritated. “This is the examination I do so I know where to focus. Like here,” he said as he pressed his thumb into a spot. I lifted off the table and he pushed down on my back so I wouldn’t get up. “Stay where you are. I promise not to do that again. So you were lifting and perhaps doing some other activity?”
“Racketball. They converted the racket ball court in my gym back home to an aerobics studio because there were only a few of us that used it in the evening. I don’t really like outdoor courts,” I explained. He started to work my back and I let out an involuntary groan of delight.
“Let me know if this is too much.”
“That’s perfect!” I mumbled. He was a great therapist.
After about 15 minutes he stood in front of the table and his crotch pushed against the side of my head. I was tempted to turn my head and look at it but I just used my imagination. It felt like a nice size cock but I couldn’t be sure he realized it was touching my head. Later he stood at my hip and reached across my body to work my right delts and traps and he brushed his bulge against my hand. I turned my hand so his cock rested in my palm. I closed my fingers a little and he got harder. He continued his massage but would come back to that position near my hip, right or left it didn’t matter, and press his cock into my palm. I assumed he wanted me to feel his growing cock. He was working on my lower back and hamstrings when he put more oil on my legs and then dribbled it over my ass and up to my lower back. He spread the oil and stopped.
“Any pain here?” he asked as his hand slid across my butt and over my hip. “Playing ball and running can cause soreness. Do you have any hang-ups about being touched there?”
“No,” I muttered into the doughnut. “Do it!”
I never had my butt massaged so I didn’t know what to expect. He worked one side and then the other left to right and right to left before he went from my hamstrings and across my ass to my lower back. I thought he was almost done with my back when he added oil to my tailbone and then spread my butt cheeks apart. He rubbed his hands in my crack where the muscle connected and whether it was by accident or on purpose his thumb slipped into the rim of my asshole and he held it there for a moment before he started stretching my hole. When I didn’t say anything he continued to massage my ass cheeks and then added the other thumb. He removed his hands, added more oil, and repeated the left to right, bottom to top, and ass crack spreading but this time a single finger entered my ass and began massaging my prostate.
The only other person to have done that was my physician but his examination lasted just a few seconds. This intrusion was making the pleasure build but why was I letting this stranger stick his fingers in my ass. Yes fingers because there were now two and he was strumming my love nut. This process was repeated and continued for several minutes until I could feel my cum rise and get ready to shoot. When his hands left my body I was gasping for air. My urge to cum had subsided and I was ready to flip over and finish myself off when he walked to the front of the table and rubbed his naked cock against the sides of my head. He pulled me forward and I was facing his hard shaft. I opened my mouth to protest and the tip brushed against my lips and just part of his cock head entered my mouth. I recoiled and rebounded before I took more of his cock into my mouth.
He leaned forward running the heels of his hands down my spine while inserting about half of his uncut cock into my mouth. Touching my throat made me gag. He stuck two fingers in my ass and began pumping into me from both ends. I’ve never even touched another guy’s cock much less had one in my mouth. Sure I had sex with a couple of women that were willing to suck on my cock but I never even considered touched a guy sexually. I began to lick and suck, and he began to moan.
“Fuck,” he whispered as he began to thrust. I pulled my knees under me and he pulled his cock free.
“Yeah fuck,” I said as I caught my breath and stroked his cock with my oily hand a few times. In an instant he was behind me stroking his big cock against my stretched relaxed ass. The instant his prick entered my ass, an involuntarily moan escaped my lips. I tried not to be loud but I had little control over my voice. He was cautiously thrusting and penetrating me slowly. When I fuck I need to get in as deep as possible as fast as possible so I didn’t know if I was doing something wrong or if this was normal.
“We have to move to the bed,” he said in my ear. He slowly retracted and then he finger fucked me again before he dismounted the massage table. He reached in his bag and grabbed out a waterproof mattress pad big enough to cover the entire king size bed.
With that I was on the bed, on my back. I was running my hands over his huge muscles and he was sucking at my nipples and thrusting his oiled cock against mine. He lifted my legs and before I knew it he entered me for the second time. Again I let out a long involuntary moan. I couldn’t believe that I was willing letting a guy fuck me let alone that I had already sucked his cock.
“I’ve never done it before,” I told him as he plowed my ass. He was so focused on getting every inch of his cock in me I didn’t know if he heard me. At the same time I was surprised that one man could give another man that much pleasure. I didn’t know and I think that made the experience even hotter.
Then he really started to fuck me and it was overwhelming. I began making noises I didn’t even know existed and I was grabbing his ass to help him drive his cock in as deep as he could. The sensations were mind blowing and at the same time I felt so vulnerable. I couldn’t believe that this beautiful man wanted to fuck me. This fuck was incredibly hot and primal and aggressive. This was wrong but it was right I never wanted to be in bed with anybody this badly before! I wanted him to fuck me hard but where was all of this coming from? Yeah I thought some guys were sexier than others but I didn’t even consider having sex with them. I was thinking of all the women that would throw themselves at him. Now I just wanted to get fucked repeatedly by him.
I was writhing and shaking from everything that was happening to me. I felt so dirty and animalistic and kinky but I also felt like this is what I was meant to do… I was predestined to be fucked by someone like this muscular stud. I just know that it’s crazy to get fucked in the ass. It hurts, it feels good, it feels wrong, and it feels right. It’s a dick going deep into your ass. It’s a connection. It is pure raw sex.
Then he stopped and I could feel his cock throbbing inside me. It’s what a man does when he cums inside a woman. I expected him to pull out but he started thrusting his cock into me again. I kept gripping his cock with my ass muscles and he really responded to it by picking up the pace even more.
“Do you want me to shoot inside me or outside,” he said as he paused and hovered over me.
“On me,” I said because I thought it was what he wanted to hear.
“Do you want cum in your ass? Some guys make me pull out and shoot on their ass or on his face.”
“I thought you had already cum in me but then you kept fucking.”
“I did so you are already full of my seed but I’m ready to cum again.”
He still had enough cum in his balls to shoot all over my face, chest, and belly. He looked down at me and I pulled him against me until we were chest to chest. I wrapped my arms around him and he rolled to his side taking me with him. I touched his chest smearing the cum he picked up from my body into his skin.
“Fuck,” he said catching his breath. He looked into my eyes. “You know this wasn’t supposed to happen… but I’m glad it did,” he admitted. I looked down and for once I had no idea what to say. I thought about what my colleagues might think if they knew this happened. I looked up.
“This is just between you and me. What happened in this room stays in this room,” I said with authority.
“Are you throwing me out?” he asked. There was hurt and anger hidden down deep.
“No!” I said harshly. “I just don’t know what comes next. Do you threaten to expose me, do you stay and we talk? Do you pack up and leave?”
He rolled to his back and then ran his fingers through his hair.
“I’d like to come back,” he said quickly looking my way to see my reaction. “For more of this,” he said running his hand down my body to my cock.
“I’d like that too,” I said maintain eye contact. “You still owe me half of a massage,” I grinned. He burst out laughing.
“You wouldn’t consider all that friction from our bodies rubbing together…”
“Hell no,” I smiled. “Holy shit! Would you lose your job if this got out? From what you told me there are strict company guidelines and policies about sexual contact.”
“You seduced me,” he said with an impish grin. “At least you started it by grabbing my cock first. You didn’t object when I took it a step further and then the aggressive attack on your butt… you were lifting your hips into it. You even moved into the doggie position. You don’t think that was begging?”
“Hold on, you put your thing against my head and in the palm of my hand… both hands. You were naked and hard and you put your… your cock in my mouth while you fingered my butt. You put it in me…”
“You willingly got on the bed,” he smiled.
“I did… but I had no idea…” I said and he looked skeptical. “That I would enjoy it as much as I did.”
“Have you ever had a shower with another man?” He didn’t let me answer. “A sensual, hands on, long hot shower with another guy where you wash each other and rub against each other and you don’t have to hide an erection?”
“No but I think I would like to,” I grinned.
I was in a suite with a combination steam sauna/ shower with a bench at the back of the tub. I started the shower and when he came in he turned off the lights. The first thing he did after he got wet was kiss me. That was another first. It took me s second to respond but I think he expected that. We washed each other and started the steam. We cooled off under the shower and I knew our time was coming to an end. He left his towel in the bathroom and went to raid the bar and grab some cold pizza from the mini fridge.
“Hope you don’t mind, I love cold pizza.” He said and then beckoned me to him with one finger. He smiled and removed the towel around my waist. “For a guy who is not that much older than me you sometimes act like an old guy.”
“I had a female cousin that used to say the same thing,” I told him. Maybe that is why I was able to rise to top management so quickly, I thought.
“With the right trainer you could look like me,” he said flexing his arm.
“A good trainer and about a hundred years,” I said as I grabbed a beer.
“I would like to come back,” he said getting rather serious.
“You better because you owe me a half a massage,” I said before looking at him. “But I’d like you to come back even if I didn’t get another massage.” I paused. “We could talk and play cards or watch a football game together…” I said to tease. “Or seduce each other and spend some quality time in bed,” I added as I rubbed against him.
“You confuse the hell out of me. One minute you are this old guy and the next you are this sexy stud tempting me to do things, bad naughty things,” he said as he put his arm around me. “I would love to stay but I can’t. The hotel management knows I’m here and they need to see me leave.”
“Two hours later? All freshly showered with your hair wet?” I asked. “Use the blow dryer in the bathroom.”
“There is such a thing as a two hour massage,” he said from the bathroom.
“Do a change order and I’ll pay for the extra time if it would help,” I said watching him from the doorway. Damn I loved watching his muscles ripple as he dried his hair. The dryer went off and I stepped behind him. “Come back?” I said as our eyes met in the mirror. “Call my cell to make sure I’m in the room. Use this card key to park in the underground garage and act like a hotel guest. You’ll be my hotel guest.”
The rest of that trip he was there every night for at least a few hours. I extended my stay to include the third weekend but Sunday night he didn’t show up. I was resigned that it was over but just after midnight a body slipped into bed with me to spoon behind me. We didn’t have sex but he stayed all night holding me in his arms. It was probably the right thing to do. I was in no rush to leave on Monday morning. There was a conference call to evaluate the corporate meetings and everyone assumed I was attending the meeting from home. I was a bit subdued and I think it was noticed. After the conference call I called my boss to tell him I was still in town because I was under the weather last weekend so I decided to get rest and not travel. I made it sound like I over imbibed at the Friday get together. I even offered to use a PTO day as a travel day.
“No,” he said rather emphatically. “Since you are still in town I would like you to attend a meeting here in the office at 3pm this afternoon.”
He said he had to go and told me to be there early. I assumed my time with the company was coming to an end. One of the things we discussed in our corporate meetings was employee attrition, severance pay, and early retirement as cost cutting vehicles. I feared that meant the people in my position would be cut first after the smaller severance pay schedule went into effect. Maybe somebody knew about my visitor.
I spent a couple hours refreshing my resume. I ate lunch, showered, and put on a better suit. At least I would go out looking good. One of the first orders of business was the announcement that my boss was retiring (under the older more generous retirement plans) and that I was being offered his job. I was both elated and shocked that I had climbed one more rung in the corporate ladder.
They wanted me to stay an additional two weeks and they insisted I take better rooms befitting my new status. The first thing I did when I moved to the new suite was call the massage service and request Steve (only Steve and no substitutions) for a two hour massage. I didn’t give my name just the new location and room number. I could hardly wait to see the look on his face when I opened the door.
Under my leadership as well as the recent changes to the extreme government regulations imposed on our business, the cost cutting measures never went into effect. Bonuses were paid to all employees and wages were increased to retain our workers since they were in high demand. At a company picnic I even overheard two supervisors telling how people were turning down job offers because they were being treated like family by our company. I smiled knowing they were right. The new onsite employee gym, the flex hours, the leeway we give to them for kid emergencies (picking up sick kids at school while still on the clock), daycare for young kids, sick kids care in the building with skilled nursing, and free summer camp (all summer long) for employee’s kids where they could eat lunch with their kids during camp were just some of the benefits I instituted.
Steve and I are together now and he is no longer a massage therapist except for one client. He is a highly sought after certified personal trainer NASM (National Academy of Sports Medicine) working one on one with his clients. I am proud to say I am one of his top clients and he has slowly made me a believer that I could have a physique to rival his. He tells me it is for selfish reasons. He says that athletes make better lovers and I can vouch for that first hand.
Huge Thanks to @Muscleacefor providing me with yet another round of amazing inspiration
It wasn’t like a loner such as Darren had anything else to do on a Saturday evening than standing on some hill in the middle of nowhere and use a telescope to look at the starry sky. Sure the scenery was beautiful, with even the Milky Way being easily visible and all, but not having any parties or friends to spend the evening with was pretty sad. The loner had even asked the girl he had a crush on to spend the evening with him in this romantic setting, but considering how skinny and overall unsightly the loner was, she had done the expected and denied him with a laugh.
As Darren stood there and thought about his situation, the event he had been waiting for happened. All of a sudden shooting star after shooting star started crossing the sky, the meteor shower had begun. Darren had been waiting for this for quite some time now, because legend had it that this meteor shower was no ordinary one. The loner clutched the stone in his pocket tightly, the citrine humming with anticipation of being used, infused with the power of the meteor shower. Anticipation rose within the loner and he uttered a wish under his breath.
As he felt his facial structure rearrange and an itch spread over his new square jaw as stubble coated his new handsome features he knew that the legends had stated the truth. His wish to be more handsome and ooze sex appeal had been granted and he still could feel the citrine hum in his pocket, the essence of more and more shooting stars pouring into it. He quickly mumbled more wishes, each one altering his body and mind more and more until he was eventually totally unrecognizable from the skinny, ugly loser he had been before.
His body was now so bloated with muscle that even guys, who practically lived in the gym, would have a hard time not looking puny to him. And yet despite his mass it looked insanely good on him, because his enormous height made it look proportionate. Everything about his body was massive, from his huge size 20 feet to his massive boulder like pecs that threatened to rip the skin tight grey shirt right off of him.
While Darren hadn’t seen himself yet, the thought of his wishes alone was getting the gargantuan tool that bulged down his right leg hard. The coke can thick cock, nearly reaching down to his knee, was quickly getting as hard as a steel pipe, the apple sized head leaking an astonishing amount of pre. The titan of a man turned around, the 3 girls that had appeared nearby already throwing hungry stares at the outline of the tasty dick they would soon be filled with. Darren felt a smirk cross his handsome face and saw the girls swoon even more over the sheer sexiness of the expression. He quickly through one last glance through the telescope and saw the last of the shooting stars fly across the sky. He grabbed the stone in his pocket one last time and muttered another wish under his breath, “I wish I had unlimited wishes”. As he turned around and saw the horny girls sitting there he added another one. After all he really wanted the girls and himself to enjoy his first time.
When Ethan opened his mail program he was immediately greeted with a new message, telling him about a new update that’d let him filter out spam mails even more effectively. Since the nerd had had to deal with tons of these lately he quickly decided to install the new function and within a few moments the new “Chronivac Spam Filter” had been downloaded and added to his mail program. Deciding to check the new function out, Ethan opened the spam folder and much to his surprise it had been categorized into “Topics you may find interesting” and “Topics that don’t interest you”.
Being the frail computer nerd he was, Ethan expected to have offers for new computers and such stuff in the first category while new merch from the video games he was spending all day with would probably land in the latter one. But upon taking a closer look into the second category he was proven wrong. He had kind of thought the usual muscle pills and cock growth portions ads everybody gets and that looked really tempting to someone with Ethan’s pre-pubescent body (even though he was 22), but apparently today something else had come in.
The first mail already sounded extremely fishy with its subject line reading “Tired of Looking like a Kid? Try our new testosterone cream today!” and Ethan could fully understand why the program had decided to move it to the uninteresting section. As he traced his magnificent lantern jaw and thick scruff, that he’d shaved only this morning and that was already dense as fuck he really didn’t need anything like a masculinity enhancing cream unless he wanted like a fucking wolfman. Without further ado he deleted it.
The second and third mail weren’t much better either. “Feeling like a Stickfigure next to your friends? Use the newest research results to build muscle near instantly.” and “Do normal sized people make you look like a dwarf? Our new height boosting injections can help you drastically improve your height!” didn’t really sound like anything he’d ever need. After all having to duck through doors because his handsome face would otherwise hit the doorframe and looking like a gym regular despite never even setting foot into one always made sure that everyone he met felt like that. But since he didn’t need it, two new mails were added to his “Deleted” folder.
The last one sounded a lot more interesting “Even porn stars are amazed by the results. Try out the miraculous Macrophallus Magic Pills now.” It wasn’t like Ethan needed anything like penis growth supplements or anything, his legendary 11 inch log having earned him the nickname Elephantine Ethan effortlessly, but it sure would be nice to finally pass the footlong mark when soft. But then again, his fucks already had trouble handling the massive tool as it was and it might be a little selfish to force an even bigger tool on them, so he quickly deleted the ad before he got tempted.
Some of the interesting ones looked really good though. As Ethan felt his personal fucktoy of a roommate splutter on his tool he thought that maybe the “Cumdump Seminar” might be a nice little upgrade to his human fleshjack and maybe the “IQ Pills” would help the dumb, towering muscle giant to get better grades without having to fuck all of the professors, but the “Get your own Harem of obedient cock hungry twinks“ really sounded like a dream come true. Maybe his cumdump could use some competition for the huge, delicious loads from Ethan’s furry bull nuts to encourage him to get better.
Finally the big day was near. After 8 years Steven and the love of his life, Sarah, would step in front of an altar and get married. Nerdy little accountant Steven could barely believe his luck. He and Sarah had been together ever since falling in love in college and even after all these years he still loved her like the they met. The same however could not be said for his future wife. Of course she still loved her longtime boyfriend, but after this many years she couldn’t help but feel increasingly disappointed by her fiance’s body. Sure he was sweet and all, but being taller than your man despite only being 5’8 was kind of a letdown. And being able to beat him at an arm wrestling match certainly wasn’t the biggest turn-on either. Add to that the sexual frustration only a 3 inch cock could lead to and you had the perfect recipe for growing dissatisfaction.
Luckily Steven’s best man and best friend since high school had noticed that (not that it was particularly hard to notice for anyone) and so he formed a plan to fix the relationship between the nerdy accountant and the bride to be. It was easy enough with the resources that were at his disposal. After all he came from a long line of magic users and so he was able to brew up a potion within a matter of days. Of course that wasn’t just any potion, but a similar one to the drink that had made a man out of his formerly runty form. The only difference would be that Steven’s potion would take it a step further.
The night of Steven’s bachelor party came quicker than Steven would have liked and so he found himself out with his best friend and some other pals on the evening before the wedding. He had been nervous, his best man being infamous for his surprises, but after some drinks in one of the best bars around the feeling dissolved. It was just past 11PM when Steven’s best friend pulled out a little vial from his pocket and poured it into Steven’s new drink when nobody was watching. It took all of his willpower to not grin the widest grin his handsome face had to offer when Steven just took the glass and downed it in one go. Now it would only be a matter of time before his wimpy friend would get a new outlook on life.
This time proved to have come be a few hours later. After more than a few drinks and a bill that was nearing four-digit territory Steven’s best friend found himself the soon to be husband home, the smaller man’s body barely proving a challenge to his muscular frame. It didn’t take him long to get his pal home and as if on command, upon entering the flat Steven started to groan like crazy, the transformation had begun.It wouldn’t take long, his mother describing it “like a sneeze, although a life-changing one”. And true to her word and his experience within the 30 seconds the best man had taken to get Steven a glass of water the nerdy accountant had disappeared and in his place laid a titan of a man. The best man certainly wasn’t a small man by any means, but he guessed that once the sleeping giant woke up, the formerly bigger man would look like a wimp next to his improved best friend.
He also guessed that the suit he had gotten for his friend’s new body would look awfully tight, even though he’d gotten the biggest size they had. But there was no way Steven would ever wear anything that wouldn’t look tight on him, considering the massive brawn he now could proudly call his own. The even more difficult thing though would be to find anything that could contain his massive cock. There was just no way the XXXL Magnum condoms that the best man had bought beforehand could fit on the insanely huge cock Steven now owned. His wife certainly wouldn’t complain about satisfaction now.
There was quite the uproar when then behemoth Steven now was walked through the church instead of the wimpy man everyone had expected. But after some explaining and verifications the ceremony proceeded and ended without any further complications. That is if you didn’t count the priest being constantly distracted by the outline of the fat cock and furry bull nuts in front of him. It was pretty likely that the wish for kids that Steve and his love had had for quite some time now was soon to be granted. The best man just made sure to tell Steven to send some videos and pictures from their honeymoon, he wanted to see how his studly best friend managed to settle in. Considering that among the various shoots of Steven flexing in public spaces and barely hiding his meaty bulge just flooded into his inbox was a good sign, though the clips of the new beast jackhammering his immense tool into his wife’s tight pussy was an even better one.
Sam really didn't get why he had been put under arrest, for indecent exposure of all things too. Then again, maybe whipping out his dick to impress these hot babes at the park hadn't been the brightest idea. Especially since his built footballer body and manly handsome face probably would have been enough to get a nice quick fuck with the two bimbos. Showing off his massive 9 inch tool did go a bit overboard. Then again, the temptation to show the nearby group of guys just how inferior they were to a god like Sam was simply irresistible.
As soon as the cop that was to keep Sam under guard walked in, the hunk knew that he wouldn't be under arrest for too much longer. He knew the type, a small, thin desk job kinda guy that had to watch over him. The jock had had to deal with those guys a lot and it always had ended the same. A quick flex, some sweet talking with his manly baritone and maybe a quick blowjob in the bathroom and Sam would be free again. Time to set the plan into motion.
With a confident stride Sam went over to the bars of his cell. "Hey.", he started, his deep voice instantly getting the smaller man's attention, "How you doing little guy." It was like the lamest line he could think of, but casually running his meaty fingers through his hair and some light flexing of his football sized biceps should make sure that the small guy would give in quickly. But instead of the expected swooning or lusty looks of admiration from the thin cop, Sam just got a frown as response and the smaller man started mumbling something that the jock couldn't understand from this distance.
The jock just defiantly ran a thick calloused hand though the long blonde locks that had earned him the nickname "Samson" since middle school. He sure had other methods at his disposal, he thought and a challenging smile crossed his boyish face. This time he was more aggressive. "Come on, short guy, don't tell me you wanna see all of this caged up?" Sam just gestured at his impressively muscular while sneering down at the shorter man. He even flexed his massive brawn right into the guards face through the cell door, only getting an even more annoyed look than before from the guards. This time whatever the cop was mumbling sounded angrier and more intricate than before.
"It sure would be a shame to see a fine twink like you spending the night behind bars.", the massive policeman said in his deep sexy baritone voice. Sammy's cock, that outsized the dick's of his tops' on a regular basis instantly got hard at this compliment. Especially since it came from such a fine specimen of a man, with the massive height and even more massive muscles making him look like a god among men. "Let's make a deal, little man.", the bodybuilder sized cop proposed and flexed his huge biceps, "If you can manage to deepthroat my cock I'll set you free." Of course Sammy agreed, he prided himself on his cocksucking skills after all. And surprisingly enough the front of the man's pants looked rather flat. As Sammy took his position and the man slowly unzipped his fly, the big guy mumbled another short line.
Instantly the zipper gave in and a massive apple sized cockhead slapped Sammy square over the face. The thing looked like it could take down castle doors and to top things off it was leaking pre-cum like crazy. Sammy had no doubt the furry orange sized nuts that the man was packing would be enough to satisfy even his bottomless throat too. Before the Sammy however got a chance to start sucking on the massive tool presented to him, the massive man asked something. "By the way, why did you get put under arrest?" "Expertly sucking someone off in public.", the twink just answered, before impaling his throat on the farm animal sized cock.
I had to admit that during summer break I had become increasingly lazy. It had been barely a week since we had finished our last exam and so my bros and me had spent all the time we had at the nearest beach, tanning our toned bodies and looking for all the hot chicks passing by our perfect spot near the water. Today especially I felt rather adventurous and wanted to get a good fuck out of one of the hot beach babes.
Just as I stood up from my beach chair to make my way towards the water, a busty girl walked by our camp, sporting these cute goth looks I found extremely hot and that threatened to make my anaconda of a cock harden. I walked up to her, making sure to subtly flex my hard earned athletic muscles and accentuate my heavy package when she looked at me. I also put on my best cocky, charming smile, which by itself was enough to make many girls drop their panties, but she was obviously not impressed by my body.
It isn’t important at this point what pick-up line I used, it’s enough to say that it was incredible cheesy and after she denied me I didn’t stop trying to get into her pants. That of course caused more annoyance from her and eventually after what seemed like the 10th futile attempt of seduction she answered. “Hey, airhead, make sure you don’t get bitten by one of Twink Fish. It just might change your attitude.” I had never heard of that species, but before I could ask her any questions about the weird stuff she had said, she just pushed my bulky body back without effort, causing me to stumble and fall into the water. “Weird bitch.”, I just muttered as I got up and went for a swim.
Weirdly enough after taking a few steps into the cool blue I stumbled, which thanks to my wide size 17 feet helping with my balance was a rare occurrence. Just as I fell down, chest forward into the water, I could see a colorful little fish swim away from my feet almost looking like it had bitten my massive foot.
Immediately I felt weird. I hadn’t felt like this in years, small and weak, like someone had drained me of energy. Naturally I left the water right away, but much to my surprise I didn’t recognize the beach before me. I was sure that I hadn’t swam off and that I should still be in the same area as before, but instead of the normal beachgoers I had expected, the whole beach was full of nude people, I was at a nudist beach. I felt completely out of place and looked down at my body.
If I hadn’t been so weirdly calm, I would have screamed. All of my hard earned muscles had faded away and i was left with nothing but some small, lithe physique that I did not recognize. Also my now far smaller feet looked to be a lot closer, indicating that I had also shrunken in height. My skin still had the beautiful light brown color I loved, but I still couldn’t make sense of what had happened. To my horror though I could feel the small cock that had replaced my huge dick get hard at the sight of all the naked males at the beach.
One man in particular caught my eye. He was standing next to the water, his mountain range like back to me and his beautiful butt on display. He had just been on a swim, his ebony colored skin still glistening wetly. It wasn’t long before he noticed me, just a lone twink standing around, ogling at his massive body. A pleased smile crossed his handsome face as he turned around. My eyes nearly fell out when I saw the massive cock that was swinging between his muscular legs. It would have even put my old tool to shame and the orange sized bull nuts that swung beneath the fat dick promised that the hunk could also fulfill any promise the cock made. He lumbered over to me.
“Hey there, little guy, are you lost?”, he asked, his deep voice making my knees feel like jelly. I just nodded weakly. “Alright then, I’ll keep you company.”, he said with an even wider smile and threw my petite body over his massive shoulders. Even from behind I could see his wrist fat cock get hard and swallowed at the tasty sight, though i was sure this wouldn’t be the last time i would swallow hard today.
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