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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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Hi bros and basics. There will not be an update this weekend and the progress updates and any pictures taken between updates will be published with the progress update, which will now be every other week.
I want everyone to recognize wagner09, my biggest, or tiniest but with the most enthusiasm, fan. Keep liking buddy! Also I want to give a shout to Desato for being a big supporter with his comments.
"What do I want? I want what all celestials want, to be the center of the universe, to be worshipped, for my desires to be law."
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“Eric… Stop it, I know what you’re thinking, just let it go.”
Matt looked from the two formal looking young men to his friend Eric who was currently giving them an icy glare.
“Let what go?” One spoke up in an irritatingly nasal voice. “We just want to talk to you about your eternity! Your immortal souls! They are in peril if you go into such a place!” He opened his noodle-ey arms melodramatically, gesturing at the small gay bar he had stopped the pair from entering. Matt put his face in his palm.
“I don’t like being preached to Matt… I just wanted to go get a drink. I really was just minding my own business this time…” Eric eyed the two now frowning men.
“I know but that doesn’t mean it would be okay to wreck their lives dude…” Eric turned his glare on Matt for a moment causing a momentary chill to run down his spine.
He looked back to well dressed pair and spoke through clenched teeth.
“…Fine. Let us through, we just want to get a couple of drinks… Please.” Eric took a step and the second and quieter one actually physically blocked him from the door.
“W-Wait!” He stammered. “You don’t want people to know you’re one of the disgusting people that goes here, do you? Everyone inside is going to go to He–”
Matt just began opening his mouth but it was already done. Where the pair of annoying proselytizers stood were now a pair of handsome, if dull looking, male model types, the pushier one being suddenly rather shirtless.
Matt gaped as Eric spoke up.
“Sorry guys! This is just a bar, the closest gay strip club is almost clear across town.” Eric rambled off some quick streets, directing them to a rather seedy gay strip club downtown.
The former talkative one put on a confused look then a pout.
“Aww, I can’t believe it, I’m so bad with directions…” He eyed Matt and Eric, appearing to suddenly get an idea, flipping up the front of his shirt revealing his new ripped stomach, lightly running his hand over it.
“If you guys showed us the way we’d be super grateful…” His partner put on a half grin, running his hand through his hair.
“No. You guys were kind of assholes, you can find your own damn way or I’m sure some other random strangers to take you.” Eric stated flatly, walking past them as well as the bar while they stood looking flustered and confused.
Matt quickly jogged to catch up with him. “Hey man, you didn’t hav–”
“I was WAY nicer than I wanted to be. Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do, when the truth is I can do anything and no one would ever even know.”
Matt paled a little once again but didn’t say a word as they made their way silently down the street…
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It didn’t seem weird to Mitch that all his friends had to suck his dad off when they came to visit, though he never had to do it when he went round their houses. It was just how his dad was, plus it was his house, you had to go by his rules.
But then other people's fathers didn’t have constantly boned 13 inch wrist thick monster cocks with orange sized balls that were forever streaming thick gooey cum.
His father had one rule, if you were a guy over 16 and under 30 you had to milk a load out of his cock before you came into his house. It was a fun rule, all Mitch’s friends thought so, even when his father hosted his work barbeque every year and the hot interns and his colleagues sons sucked his bull nuts dry no complained, even though a lot of food went uneaten. Though Mitch his hate having to make conversation with his fathers work friends while their sons were busy milking his dad. It left poor Mitch with no one his age to chat with for a while.
At this very moment Mitch was watching TV while his buddy Vince sucked out his ‘welcome’ load from Mitch’s dad’s cock, Vince was a regular visitor, everyday since school ended, even though he lived across town. Vince was getting pretty good at milking that horse cock, he almost had it down to a science. A couple flicks of his tongue and it would only be another 20 minutes till his guts were sloshing with Mitch's father's thick cum. For most people it took an hour to get a load out of the monster.
A clicking started, Mitch saw his dad smirking while he quickly typed something onto his phone. Which was pretty rude, Vince was trying really hard to be a good guest and his dad wasn't even giving his friend the attention he deserved.
Mitch blinked, Vince’s loud moans blocked out the TV’s sound. Why did his father have to be such a good fucker, poor Vince’s eyes were rolling into the back of his head while Mitch’s dad impaled him again and again on his 15 inch baguette of a cock, his swollen grapefruit sized nuts slapped Vince’s peachy ass. Mitch watched Vince's feet flex from their perch over Mitch's father's boulder like shoulders. Vince was probably delirious from another orgasm.
It was easy inviting friends over, they always came, then his dad made them cum. His one rule of fucking every 16 to 30 year old boy was ironclad, even Mitch’s young English teacher didn’t escape when he came around to talk about Mitch’s progress in class. Or the neighbour boys when they 'accidentally' tossed a football over the fence, they seemed to do that once or twice a week.
Mitch watched his father’s wide back flare as his hairy arms pumped Vince down onto the his massive member. His dad’s muscle ass clenched and he roared. Mitch knew that his father had welcomed Vince properly with a thick gooey load shot deep into his guts. Now they could hang out, that was if Vince wasn’t exhausted after an hour long fuck.
Why did his dad have to be such a welcoming stud.
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Finn was always a small lad in school. He was picked on by several of his peers because he was so tiny in comparison to them. It wasn't until he graduated high school and turned 18 that weird things started to happen to him physically. He would go to sleep, have wild dreams where he felt himself constantly swelling in size, and then wake up in a completely soaked bed of sheets with his muscles shrinking at that very moment. His dad always told him when he was younger that he had a gift that would change his life when he was older. Eventually, the dreams stopped after a few weeks and the swelling started happening earlier (or later) depending on the urges he was feeling. He wanted to document what was happening to him so he set his camera up in his bathroom and turned away to show his back ballooning in size as he explodes out of his shirt. He would do so again a day later, only this time, reveling in his new power, flexing and bursting free of the seams.
Young military cutie Zakarov has been a good friend of yours for quite some time. In fact, you both used to serve together in the Russian army. In an effort to appeal to his love for growth and a lust to be as big as a house, you decided to have his hat enchanted by a warlock. The next time he would put it on, he would experience the most intense growth session of his life. You both met up in your apartment one day and handed him his hat to put on. He was more than obliged to put it on after you tell him what you did to it. With your camera ready to take a picture, he arranges it on his head and smiles as he begins to flex his right bicep. The swelling softball immediately starts to tear through his sleeve as the rest of his body starts to match it in size. He is more than willing to destroy his shirt for your affection.
Derrick loves to deadlift, I mean he REALLY loves to do it. He has been told several times by his trainer that he needs to slow down or his ass will be so big that the rest of his body will never be able to catch up to it in size. His training partner managed to take a picture of him in the bathroom after an intense session. He unfortunately was unable to catch him when it was happening, but he got evidence of afterwards where the seam was unable to handle the intense growth. The second time though, he was successful in catching Derrick burst through his pants, but he was wearing another pair of pants underneath so there was no visible butt that time.
Remember Gianni? Well, he is at it again, getting himself all worked up on more than one occasion after his followers sent him some more shirts. He may have prematurely took these two photos above as the first one shows his bicep destroying his sleeve with ease. The second shirt was much harder to destroy as noted here because the material was thicker. His followers got to see a lot more than this, but at least he was able to post these pictures to show skeptics that still think there is no way that such a condition exists.
Brantley has competed in multiple competitions and finished in the bottom half of the top ten each time. The one big problem he has had over the years is trying to get his legs to catch up to his immense upper half. He sought out expert advice as to how he could grow his legs, and in a short period of time. A website which has been mentioned before in previous posts is visited and he orders a vial of alien DNA which is promoted as a growth serum. It promises to even out the inconsistencies in his frame and possibly go beyond even what he imagined was possible. After injecting it into his ass in the gym bathroom, he leaves but doesn't get far before it already takes effect. His calves and quads stretch and balloon outward so quickly that the front of his shorts explode, revealing the immense mass growing beneath them. The serum manages to grow his upper body even further than it was before. I don't think he will be finishing at the bottom any longer.
Viktor has always loved living the high life. The thing is though, he has always wanted to live the GIANT life as well, if you know what I mean. Sometimes the two paths don't always cross, so he had to decide which one he preferred more than the other. His best friend spent an afternoon with him one day after going out for a big meal because it is something that Viktor loved to do. For some reason though, they ended up parked in a secluded area in the local park where there was nobody around. Viktor jokingly turned to his friend and said that instead of using salt on his food, it was a special serum that he bought from some guy he knew at his job. His friend could hear him groaning as his muscles started swelling as he sat in the driver's seat. He started flexing his right bicep and watched as the fabric began splitting under the mass that was expanding beneath it. It was obvious that this was planned and his friend would experience Viktor growing into the giant he deep down always wanted to be.
Chane is quite obsessed with his own body. He sometimes talks to himself as he works out trying to get his muscles to respond to what he is forcing onto them. Some of his routines can be quite grueling, but he honestly believes that eventually they will just start growing uncontrollably. The managers of the gym he trains in kids him all the time about his narcissistic personality, but they do also enjoy the entertainment he provides. One of them decided to switch out his power water one day with an enhanced version. After drinking a quarter of the concoction, Chane realizes that it isn't the same and turns to look at the culprit who is holding a phone in his hand. He smirks at them and says that he feels like he is about to hulk out, it is a feeling that he has been waiting for his entire life. As the other man looks on, Chane turns to stare at his left arm and starts to flex it, squeezing it as his muscles start exploding in size. His sleeve begins to rip as the gym manager snaps a pic of him. This was just the beginning of the narcissist's hulkout.
Aaron has always been quite fond of his boss Grant. Part of that reason is because his boss hired him as a favor to his dad and because Grant is quite muscular and incredibly good-looking. There have been times in board meetings where Aaron would daydream about his boss growing out of his dress clothes and totally manhandling him right there in the board room. He researched online on his lunch breaks on how he could achieve this scenario without his boss ever knowing how it even happened. After several weeks of browsing hundreds of websites, he finally found one which sold colorless and odorless serums that could be hid in people's drinks. The promise of the product was to increase muscle mass in those individuals that were predisposed for rapid growth. He couldn't resist and ordered the product. After one of their board meetings, Aaron managed to pour the serum into Grant's energy drink when he wasn't looking. Everyone was leaving at this point except Aaron. After gulping down half of the bottle, his boss retrieved his briefcase and started walking away from him. Before he could even get out of the room though, it was obvious that Grant was struggling with his shirt as it started to rip apart due to his rapidly expanding muscles. Perhaps Aaron would get his wish after all.
Heiko has always been the cute Japanese admirer in his group of American friends. He was originally an exchange student at their high school and was quite shy. He was also completely unfamiliar with the culture as well, but for some reason, he was mesmerized by weightlifting. Back in his country, it wasn't common to see guys lifting like his friends here do. He even watched one of them grow quite a bit as a result of their training for football. He remained in the US to go to college and just happened to pick the same one as one of his friends from high school. They decided they would be roommates starting their freshmen year together. His friend, Zane, continued to swell up into a colossal hairy beast and by their junior year, the two friends became more. Heiko spent many nights sleeping on his gigantic hairy partner's bloated pecs and floor tile sized six pack after several completing several stressful tests and finals.
He was completely unaware that his partner was planning something life-changing for him after graduation the next year. When the time finally arrived, Zane gave him one of his pairs of jeans and a tank top that he kept from high school a few years ago. At first, Heiko was a bit disappointed, but he cared deeply for his partner and would put it on if he wanted him to. Zane told him that he should only put them on when they are with their closest friends, otherwise it may become a bit uncomfortable for him knowing that Heiko can be self-conscious. He agreed. Once all of the graduation parties were over, Zane approached Heiko and said that he thought it was time for the big surprise. After putting the outfit on, the slender Japanese man felt a bit sick for a few minutes but that quickly subsided. It wasn't long after that when his entire body blew up into an engorged mass of power, bursting free from the confines of the tank top. He was fulfilling the destiny that was always meant for him. He quickly realized that this is how Zane achieved his size from the very beginning and he was passing it along to him. Now the two beasts can move forward as equals and Heiko can be envied by others. Just wait until their friends from high school see them at the reunion.
Louis is notorious for spraying his special booty growing concoction that he developed in his lab at the research facility he works at in the air everywhere he goes. Here are just a few examples of the lucky bastards that became fortunate victims:
His close friend, Brian, in the doorway of his apartment.
Ryan, his boyfriend's ex, walking down the street, half-baked, after leaving a club.
Frank, at work, in the bathroom after a research meeting.
And Rodney, his hunky boyfriend, in their personal bathroom.
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"And you are sure that's a good idea Tyler? You know what this stuff can do!" Mike said eyeing the small flask with the slightly milky substance inside.
Tyler just sighed. "We've been over this, who cares if we are gay afterwards? It's not like that is a big deal anymore! Besides, this is our opportunity to finally put that asshole in his place! Or do you want to hide your bruises from your family for the foreseeable future?"
Mike winced, holding his arm and remembering for a short moment how Kai had come close to breaking it. Neither he nor Tyler knew what that guys deal was. Kai and his gang had just one day chosen both of them as their favorite target for their bullying, seemingly at random. Perhaps it had something to do with Mike being latino or Tyler being nerdy, who knew. Kai didn't even throw any explanatory slurs at them, he just beat them up (especially Mike, leaving Tyler for his buddies), ruined any homework they happened to take with them at that moment and threatened them to not tell their parents or he would make their lifes even more of a living hell. And since Kai's parents were the richest people in town, with considerable influence over the high school, Tyler and Mike didn't even feel safe telling their teachers. Tyler, having been bullied for much of his life until meeting and befriending the much more popular Mike was especially shaken by all of this. The memories were still too fresh and only the extremely close friendship that the two had developed over the years had slowly begun to heal those old wounds. That was, until now.
They felt powerless, seeing as Kai, the star quarterback of the school, was also considerably bigger and stronger than both of them. At least until they heard about supersteroids. They were all over the news lately. The stuff spread like a wildfire and even quarantines didn't help much. Too many people were willing to ignore the side effects in favor of what the substance promised: Incredible virility, gigantic muscles and nearly inhuman endowment. Tyler and Mike mostly cared for the strength and power it would give both of them though. And it wasn't exactly hard getting a sample of it. Especially when, like in Mike's case, your father is a biologist trying to study it. Sure, the samples were tightly locked in his dads lab, but why would his father expect that a small visit by his son had ulterior motives?
Now that they got it Mike felt unsure about the whole thing. "Of course not, but I also want them to recognize me afterwards! Who knows what exactly it will do to my body or my mind, they said the changes were always severe and sometimes random. And... quite frankly I don't know whether we are doing the right thing here..."
Tyler took the flask in a swift motion, put it at his mouth and drank most of the contents in one go. "Suit yourself, I want this fucker to pay! Here, once you come to your senses you can drink the rest and join me." Mike was speechless, Tyler had always been the more care- and thoughtful one of them. Such impulsive actions were totally out of character for him... or perhaps he just had never noticed this side of his friend's personality before. He just looked on as Tyler first became very quiet, then began to moan and quiver. His clothes started to fit him better, then worse again as his muscles expanded inside of them. What had been a very thin neck seemingly barely capable of holding up his head filled with brawn, his nearly non-existant chest suddenly pulsing outward, ripping of most of his shirt, with his new cannonball-like deltoids undoing the rest. His back pushed his perfect new biceps to the side, widening his frame to thrice the width it had before. He constantly had to adjust his stance because of his massively developing wheels and the horse cock and melon-sized balls that were both slowly growing towards his knees.
"Fuck, this is so good Mike, you have to try it!" Tyler exclaimed, not even surprised by his voice dropping by at least two octaves. His face shifted, his skin was clearing, his hair becoming shorter and his jaw stronger. A small alteration of his brows and forehead caused his glasses to fall off of him, and Tyler gladly crushed them beneath his still growing and already huge feet. He didn't need them anymore anyway. As the compound flooded his mind his whole demeanor changed, gone was the apparently shy and cowardly nerd, replaced not by something strange and alien, but by the Tyler that he had always wanted to be: Strong, in control, assertive. Dominant. He couldn't, he didn't want to hold back any longer. With a loud roar he came, shooting buckets of cum all around him.
When it was finally over the new Tyler stood in a puddle of his own cum, broken glass and destroyed clothing, panting heavily. He took the previously prepared red bandana that had miraculously survived the torrent and put it on. Then he looked at his friend Mike, covered in his cum. He had clearly swallowed at least some of it by accident, his body already starting to tremble in preparation for his transformation. Tyler looked on with approval. Seemed like his friend didn't need to be convinced of taking the stuff after all. He watched Mike's body expanding while clenching his fist and palming it with his other hand. That fucker Kai would soon learn his lesson...
Kai was sitting on his computer when he heard a loud noise coming from downstairs. Strange, he thought, no one should be here right now except for me... He wasn't even able to react before the door to his room was violently ripped open, revealing a fantastically handsome musclebound guy with a massive, barely concealed cock. Kai was so shocked that Tyler had no problem grabbing him by his throat, then sucker punching him into his (admittedly quite hard) stomach, before throwing him onto the ground. Kai tried to get up and flee, but a second, hooded figure appeared directly in front of him, even bigger than the first one and threw him back on the ground.
Before he could even comprehend what he was seeing Tyler was already on top of him, punching him in his face, with the first strike breaking the previously immaculate nose of the quarterback, and the second breaking of a small piece of teeth.
"Doesn't feel so good, being powerless, right?" Tyler asked, reveling in his testosterone-fueled rage and the feeling of his new body's incredible strength. Blood, snot and tears ran down Kais broken face, but he couldn't answer, Tyler's weight on top of him prohibited him from breathing. "Remember to bully someone your own size next time!" Tyler said, starting to throw the final punch... before being stopped mid-air by Mike.
"Let me go. He deserves this!" Tyler growled, trying to free his thick arms from Mike's steel-like grip. "No. This isn't right Tyler. He's already down. Let. Him. Go." Mike's new voice was soothing and powerful at the same time, finally calming his friend down a bit. Tyler stood up, his hands still covered in blood. "This should be a lesson for..." He didn't continue, instead staring at Kai's computer, which was still clearly playing some kind of gay porn. Now that his anger was quenched a bit his enhanced libido took over again and he felt his cock getting harder at this sight. But that wasn't even what was primarily on his mind. "You are gay?" he asked Kai, who just whimpered a little, then nodded. Tyler felt his anger flare up again. "Don't fucking tell me that's the reason you were bullying us! I know how macho the football team is, if they knew that their star player was gay... so you just beat up random people weaker than you to put up a facade? Is that it? You are unbelievable!"
"Not random... couldn't tell... my parents..." Kai mumbled, out of breath and not quite coherent. "I just wanted... what you guys have... my parents would disown me if they knew. My football friends... they would abandon me. I just felt so angry about all of this... and..."
Even with his bloodied face it was clear that Kai was blushing. "... I... would never be able to tell you how I feel... about you Tyler..."
For a short moment even the supersteroid induced changes couldn't stop the old and shy Tyler from resurfacing. Kai, the massive quarterback, who had bullied and threatened them... had feelings for little, unsure, nerdy Tyler? Trying to get through a haze of conflicting feelings Tyler asked: "W-Why did you attack us if you feel that way? It doesn't make sense!"
"Because he thought we were together." Mike suddenly stated very matter-of-fact. "He saw us hanging out all the time and became so frustrated with his situation that he let out his anger on us. That's why he only beat me up, not you. He feared that his group would question him sparing you, so he let them beat you up. Am I right?"
Kai teared up again and tried to look away ashamed, but nodded slightly. The sight of someone so obviously broken was enough to finally calm Tyler's fury. He looked at his blood-tainted hands, then to Mike, who just sighed, letting his massive pecs bounce slightly. "I told you that this didn't feel right. We wanted to take revenge on him by becoming stronger than him and then showing him how it feels like to be powerless and hurt. Seems to me that he was already in that situation. And seeing him beaten like that... doesn't feel as satisfactory as I imagined. Feels more like we just did to him what he did to us. I don't really feel great about that. He is an idiot, and needs a wake up call, but the real problem lies elsewhere. Isn't there any way we can use all of this...," he flexed his enormous pecs and arms, "to actually help all of us?"
Tyler looked down at Kai, then slowly reached out to him with his thick hands. Kai at first shied away, but then noticed that Tyler was just trying to clean the blood from his face and let it happen. "You are right. It's hard for me to say that, but... I'm sorry Kai. You are definitely a moron for doing what you did... but so was I. Let's patch you up and then we'll help you get through your issues." Kai nodded as enthusiastically as he could in his condition and whispered "Thank you". "I think I already have an idea how we could do this actually!" Mike said, looking at the gay porn and feeling his cock stirring. He stepped towards Tyler and whispered something in his ear. Tyler began to grin, then nod.
"Don't thank us yet!" Mike said with a mischievous grin. Both he and Tyler fished out their footlong cocks, pointing them at the flabbergasted Kai. "This will be a long night for you as well. But believe us: It will be worth going through everything before for this!"
"Wow, what kind of stuff did that guy take?" "Must be one of these faggot supersteroid freaks, those degenerates are all over the news." "You shouldn't trust everything on the news. Definitely looks like one of those older queer gym bunnies though. Probably all puffed up muscle with nothing behind it." "Probably here to perv on some real men. We should probably teach him a lesson." "Not while coach is here. Perhaps after the training. Let's ignore him for now." "By the way, where is our QB? Probably wants in on that action later on as well!" "Haven't seen him in days, coach is threatening to replace him already. Probably just slacking off knowing that his parent's money will keep him in the team." The football players finished rehydrating and went back onto the field.
Kai was mildly surprised that no one was recognizing him. Granted, the 200 pounds of pure muscle mass that had been added to his body and the extreme masculinisation of his face had definitely changed his appearance considerably. And he did look older now, for whatever reason. But all in all his broad face had remained the same. Perhaps it was the fact that he wore a suit today. Even with all his enhanced features he was nervous and excited at the same time, and somehow wearing a very form-fitting suit was calming his nerves considerably. Someone tapped his incredibly large shoulders. He looked up to Tyler's own huge body and immediately felt a pleasant jolt going through his cock. "Hey big guy. How is the plan going?" Tyler asked, grabbing his own expanding bulge. "Well, they all drank the water. They seemed to be so distracted by me sitting here that they probably didn't even notice anything strange." Kai grinned, looking at the players on the field. "Probably takes a few minutes for the effects to be noticeable. Mike is already at the water tower, and I'm pretty sure his balls looked even bigger than before. Let's see how long it takes until the whole town will feel a bit... different."
"And what about your parents? I think we can't wait until that happens before you tell them, they are already organizing search partys for you!" "I must admit, I'm still a bit afraid to face them... I mean, look at me, now I'm a real muscle bull and I'm still too much of a chicken shit to tell my parents. I really am a moron." Tyler looked Kai deep in the eyes. "Don't worry, I'll be with you the whole time."
Kai couldn't stop himself and gave Tyler a short kiss. "Thank you! For nearly everything!" he said smiling, scratching the small scar on his nose that the supersteroid-filled cum hadn't been able to repair. "Let's have some fun later on again, once Mike is back." "You mean like the fun we had for the last 48 hours?" Tyler laughed. Kai laughed too, hugging him and observing the football players slowly growing out of their clothes.
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nudist bodybuilder and looking for mentor with a experienced muscle or bodybuilder top that will help me turn me into muscle beast with nudism and weekly inspections in front of his nudist muscle buddies to watch my development as i transform. forced workout,milking, ,nudity in front of others.. nude training with a nude trainer he will also inspecting also... hole inspections.balls.hair.shaving...and more
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Welcome to Packing Heat! The game of bluffing in the buff.
Today we have two contestents, Mark!
You know the rules, it's their job to convince us who has the bigger man is. They'll use everything to their advantage, their swagger, their exploits and that big dick energy.
Once they're done with their peacocking, you'll vote for who you think is packing heat. We'll tally up the votes and the actual measurements and decide who comes out on top.
Are you ready?
Gary talked up a big game but his muscles didn't have you convinced. Mark's swagger had you swayed with the overwhelming vote. So let's see who's really packing.
Mark can talk the talk and walk the walk.
And Gary doesn't quite measure up.
Looks like we have a resounding winner tonight here folks. Sorry Gary, looks like you're losing it all tonight. As we all know, winner takes home the prize and the loser walks away half the man he used to be.
Tune in next week for another exciting installment of Packing Heat!
There’s a generous pop to my noticeable boner when the guy finally senses that I’m staring at him. It’s something like an elephant just climbed into a Prius and sat beside you. Something big and covered in muscles can’t go unnoticed for very long. The dude quickly looks around to make sure there’s no one near him that might be attracting my focus. A wink from me makes him freeze and actually quiver with excitement. He’s shocked to find out that the mountain of bulges is flirting with him. That’s when a pec bounce can cause a mouth to drop open wide and an already racing heart to skip a beat. I smile to make his knees go weak. A chiseled face with a two-day growth is like a neon sign pointing towards the scrumptious hard mounds of flesh popping out everywhere below. The delicious fur upholstering all of my hardness is clearly visible through my form-hugging white t-shirt. I realize I’m too hot for him to believe all of this is real – but it’s my smile that causes all of his doubt to disappear. I reach up to scratch one of my voluminous pecs – knowing the bent arm takes his kettle to the boiling point quicker than even an open fire could.
Here’s where I get to make an important decision – realizing it will set the tone for the rest of the night. I can saunter over to him – thick-as-hell thighs causing me to waddle more than walk. This will almost make him piss himself, the mountain coming to him. Or I can stand there and wait – giving him time to calm the raging storm I’ve caused in his body and allowing him to prepare whatever adorable introductory remarks he has for his dream muscle daddy. I choose to wait – forcing him to cross that wasteland of disappointed souls who have realized I’ve already made my pick for the night. I come up off the stool I’m leaning on to let my full height and size cast an imposing shadow on him, blocking out all of the light from above. His Adams apple bounces strongly from the gulp caused by my towering presence. It’s like a kid standing before a New York skyscraper for the first time.
I hold out my hand, intentionally letting its hugeness force him to break out in a sweat as he contemplates its power and the fact that it’s a precursor to something equally as large lurking down below in my pants. He’s confused – should he reach out to shake my big mitt or should he turn around and run, avoiding any displeasure foreshadowed by such an obvious difference in size. I’m reminded of my immensity and power when I grip his small, defenseless hand, quickly calculating enough pressure to thrill, but not crush. The jolt my light squeeze causes in his body is so perceptible I’m momentarily fearful he may pass out. It makes me instantly wonder if I unintentionally clasped too hard. I continue holding on, just so he can use my big hand for support. At any moment I might need to help him stay upright.
I watch as my voice literally rattles his insides when I tell him my name. He’s expected it to be deep and manly, but the actual sound is much more impressive than even what he imagined. I’m still holding on to his small hand and he doesn’t even realize he’s been squeezing with all his might, hoping to try and emphasize his own manliness this close to my huge testosterone oozing body. I clamped down a little harder on his fingers just to make his eyes bulge out a little and his voice to go up an octave or two as he tells me his name. It’s surprising that his first words aren’t the expected ‘fuck, you’re so big’ or ‘wow, you have a lot of muscles.’ He actually asks where I’m from and what I do for a living. Intelligent questions from a guy working hard to not wince from my grip and forcing his gaze to stay glued to my eyes and not travel down to my mountainous chest or bulging arms. I’m starting to realize I chose well out of the sea of muscle whores ogling me at the bar. I let go of his hand, noticing the relief in his face, and let my big paw travel up his arm to land with a heavy plop on his demure shoulder. He tilts a little to that side. My thumb and fingers easily straddle his deltoid muscle and we both realize at the same time his small hand wouldn’t come close to doing the same thing to my immense shoulder.
I get another joyful zing to my crotch as I recognize a fellow comparison junkie in my newfound friend. His mind has uncontrollably moved to thoughts of tiny biceps flexed next to gigantic ones and even grown-man thighs being dwarfed by relaxed, get-a-bigger-tape-measure guns. I smile broader when he finally cannot take it any longer and has to steal a glance at my upper torso. I let him take a long gander, knowing the front of his pants just got a lot tighter. I grasp harder with my hand, instantly making his gaze return to mine. He’s afraid I might continue squeezing harder and doesn’t fully understand why his brain hopes so. I pull my arm in a little, just to temporarily marvel at how easily I can make his body do as I please. I contemplate palming his head and seeing if I could lift him off the floor, but I realize that would definitely scare him off or cause him to have a messy accident.
Suddenly, I become aware he’s asking me what I call the ‘gym-bo’ questions. Where do I work out? How much can I bench? What exercises do I do to get certain muscles so big? I debate for a second whether or not to tell him about the cute muscle bear gay couple I plowed in the sauna at my gym a few hours earlier, but decide it’s better if he thinks he’s my first fuck of the day. It’s always important to make a guy feel special. I pull his body even closer, loving how my one hand easily drags him a few inches. I can tell his questions are intended to be a subliminal message for me to ask him if he’d like to feel my muscles, but I decide to wait and finally make him say the request out loud and clear. I also don’t want to rush the evening. I want to have more fun with my puppet-man before I fulfill his long hidden fantasy for a domineering muscle daddy that toys with him into the wee hours in the morning.
He’s now chattering away uncontrollably. His lust for ‘all things muscle’ has gotten the best of him and he can’t stop himself. I do what I know will shut him up the quickest. I tense my big arm at my side, bending it slightly to make the biceps bulge with intimidation. He stops mid-sentence, with his lips apart and then his tongue darts out like a panting dog. He somehow controls his body enough to whisper the words ‘can I feel it’ and I tighten my grip on his shoulder a little, pull him even closer to me, and say ‘have at it, kid.’ You would have thought I was the general of some awe-inspiring mega army giving the signal for attack by the way he pounced on my arm. His trembling fingers seemed to get some kind of electrical shock as soon as they touched my hard skin. He let out a childlike yelp of glee and started running his hands around my big gun as if he were trying to memorize every vein, indention, and bulge for future masturbatory moments. I told him to ‘slow down, tiger’ since the big thing wasn’t going anywhere any time soon and when it did go it would probably be carrying him out of the place. You would have thought I had just told him he had won a billion dollar lottery – the way he responded to the idea of me carrying him. So the little man had a lift and carry fetish, as well. That was good to know, since there were few things that thrilled me more than tossing some guy around the bedroom. I was so turned on by that thought I actually squeezed his shoulder a little too tight and he screamed slightly, but never stopped his intense caressing of my arm.
I had to apologize to the guy and explain that lifting him later on would be the best foreplay I could think of. This seemed to please the little fella to no end. He pulled his body forward and brought his lips down to my biceps, pressing into my skin hard enough to bend his nose downward. He stayed that way for a good minute, as if he had frozen to my gun. Finally, he pulled back and stopped his lustful massage of my arm. I let the tensed thing relax. He then looked up at me and, laughing, asked if I was a top or a bottom. I smiled and said ‘what do you think?’ He said he thought all of my muscle could probably plow a mountain and I told him that was a nice compliment. With my free hand I grabbed his and guided it to my crotch, pressing his palm and fingers into the muscle I worked out the most.
There it was, that look of shock I had come to love so much. He thought my man-tits were huge. He thought my arms were enormous. He thought my legs were swollen beyond measure. He was, however, not prepared to know that the size of my love muscle matched the rest of me. I kept my hand on his, so he couldn’t jerk his away in fear. When his fingers finally started groping with exploratory excitement I pulled away. His squeezing stopped momentarily when I mentioned I wasn’t fully hard – the idea that my substantial tool could get bigger and harder almost terrified him, if he hadn’t been so turned on. When a guy openly fondles your enormous cock in the middle of a bar is when you know he’s completely yours. This dude had brought his other hand over to my crotch so he could do some double fisted groping. My response to his kind work was making him a little worried because he was actually beginning to realize just how massive my plowing machine would grow. I told him I hoped he was ready for a sore jaw and ass tomorrow and he said the pleasure would be all his. I guaranteed him that not all of it would be his.
I sealed the deal and finalized the catch by pulling him into my hard body, forcing him to turn his head upward to look me in the eyes. I brought my face down to his and gave him a kiss. When we stopped he was smiling and I asked him what he was thinking about. He told me he was imagining what I would look like in the morning with no shirt on. I suggested I carry him out of the place so he could go see.
“Fuck man, you’re really settling in. This pic is gonna get all the guys hungering for you.” Brax’s deep voice boomed.
“That distant stare… All those hard as shit muscles on full display in the afternoon sun. I can’t imagine a guy who wouldn’t want to get a taste of those salty lips while having your prickly beard pressing in their faces.” Brax continued with a soft whistle of admiration.
Brax tried adjusting his extremely formidable package with as much subtly as he could muster.
“Every boy on the block is gonna want to get up close with the guy who has biceps bigger than their heads.” Jeff replied with a grin.
The muscular beast swiped through the rest of his photo album. Jeff smiled while showing off some of the other pictures his photographer had made that day on the small phone screen.
It weren’t all that many. It hadn’t been long before the twerp taking pictures had given in too his urges and had licked each and every muscle that Jeff had on display squeaky clean.
Brax couldn’t decide if the special shine on Jeff’s huge chest in the pictures came from either a dive in the pool or was just from the natural layer of sweat coating the huge man.
Well, ‘natural’, that was a strong word.
“Very nice. Clearly I need to get me one of pro photographers too for a shoot.” Brax said while using his thick and muscular digit to do some more swiping down Jeff’s photo album.
Jeff raised an eyebrow.
“Those pictures on your Instagram looked alright.” The viking look Jeff said bemused, recalling the various lewd pictures of Brax bursting out of clothing.
Brax shrugged, his wide lats rolling with the effort.
“Lot’s of close-ups of my bulge. Need someone to capture the rest of my huge and hunky body. Whoever this dude is, he clearly appreciates your steel like muscularity.” Brax said with widening grin.
Jeff chuckled, the little guy sure had been in pure awe and admiration when Jeff had first thrown of his shirt and revealed his cobblestone six pack and voluminous pecs.
“Well, when you’re hung like us, it’s hard not having those monsterous cocks dominate every picture they’re in.” The viking mumbled while adjusting his own quickly inflating package.
Brax swiped through some more pictures. But his smile quickly faded when, in between the galleries of him using his footlong salami to split open bubble butts, and photo’s others had taken from is insanely muscular and manly physique, the big man noticed a selfie Jeff had taken.
“Dude.” Brax said in a tone of annoyance while his faced pulled into a grimace.
Jeff looked over, his selfie stretched out over the phone screen. His tanned skin almost immediately went white.
The selfie was from just a few weeks ago. Most wouldn’t recognise viking looking Jeff right away, mostly because he was a few hundred pounds lighter, nearly a foot and half shorter, and looked more like a twig than the towering hunk of manly muscle he was now.
The two friends locked eyes, Jeff’s cheeks burning scarlet on his pale skin.
“I told you to delete all your old pictures.” Brax said in a hushed tone.
Jeff looked at his size 17 feet in embarrassment.
“What if someone had found this selfie? What if someone had made the connection between this twig like stain of bones, and your current deliciously hunk and powerful body?” Brax scolded.
“I told, you could join our little league of super studs, but you had to keep a low profile. I thought you were settling in just fine…” Brax said, bouncing his pecs and stretching his large and beefy arms.
“We can’t have anyone know. Otherwise the whole town, the whole country, the whole world, they’d all want to be looking like a god of size and strength who can drive any girl of guy to orgasm with a simple glance. We really can’t have that, my brot--” Brax continued on babbling about ‘responsibility’ and ‘secrecy’ but Jeff wasn’t really listening anymore, checking out the grooves on his muscles was far more interesting.
“You didn’t transform anyone else, did you?” Brax said with side eyed glance, his voice cutting through the increasingly thick fog of pleasure clouding Jeff’s mind.
“What? Do the one thing you ordered me not too? No way.” Jeff said, in a tone that might to a more observant listener sound like slight panic.
Brax wasn’t really that observant any more though, his own steel like muscles brushing against the viking sitting next to him had awakened more than a few things inside him.
“Good. You know how easy it goes. Just one drop of cum down their throats and they’d be looking like an stallion made for fucking and lifting just like us. Then they can turn people into super studs themselves. The shit you’d be in if you turned someone without the league’s permission…” Brax mumbled while eyeing his friends outward jutting pecs
Jeff let out a nervous laugh hearing his friends comment, quickly putting his phone back in his pocket.
While doing so, his own twenty plus inch arm brushed against that of equally muscular Brax. That finally pushed both men over the edge, and it wasn’t long before they were rolling around the floor, kissing passionately in a duel of tongue’s.
Jeff was glad Brax hadn’t stumbled upon the big folder of Jeff’s thick manhood shooting loads down the throats of tiny and eager twinks. Turning a hundred men in his first week probably wasn’t gonna make Jeff look too good.
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The last part of agmsye and my RP.
Connor stared into the mirror at his unassuming form. He was nothing like the men the curse had created and he hated he would never be able to at least have sex with, let alone form a relationship with anyone guy now. Either they wouldn’t be interested, or he would be soft all the time. He grit his teeth, regretting being so rude to the guy before and being so picky about what he saw as the perfect guy. Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a glint, not a flash, but a glint.
He looked into the mirror more intense and noticed a slight shimmer washing away his imperfections. His formerly slightly spotty skin got freed of the pimples and took on a healthy tan. His face reformed into a more angular form, his jawline squaring out, not as much as Roman’s though. His eyes took a deeper shade of blue and gained a mischievous sparkle. Connor was totally perplexed by the sight and enjoyed the feeling of the shimmer working in his face.
He smiled, his teeth glinting as they realigned and became a pearly white. His lips looked fuller with a pink cupid’s bow curve. He brought his finger up and ran it along them, feeling them to be perfectly straight. Just at the tip of his finger, another glint shone. The finger began to lengthen and thicken, the growth seeming to spread into his palm and other fingers, looking oversized for his decent arms.
The shimmer worked further up his arms and slowly but steadily increased the size of first his forearms, which grew to the size of small hams and then his biceps and triceps, which took on the size of Softballs, gaining a nice horse shoe. The shimmer refined his shoulders too, widening them a bit and rounding them too, giving them a nice cannonball size.
Connor stared down in awe as he saw a glint form in the middle of his chest. His arms were flexed at his sides, but his attention was on the growing mounds under his shirt. Soon the cloth grew taut, then tight, then looked like it couldn’t contain much more. The square, pillowy mounds of muscle pressed his nips into the shirt and they looked ready to rip through it.
The magic started to work underneath his pecs too, refining Connor’s already not too shabby abdominal muscles. He had had a nice fit set of six-pack muscles before, but now he got a cobblestone road. The ridges between the individual bumps deepened and even revealed another row of muscles, making his abdominals into an eight-pack. Connor couldn’t see it beneath his tight shirt, but running his hand across his stomach confirmed the feeling he had.
Connor could feel his shirt pinching in his pits as it grew tight everywhere. His lats were pulling at the seams of his sides. His traps even rose up his neck. It suddenly felt as if someone had grabbed his hips and pulled back on him. Looking behind himself, he saw nothing. Until he looked down and saw the massive shelf of an ass he now had pushing at the seat of his pants.
The bubble butt stretched the textile taut over its shelf and made the changes of Connor’s legs even more noticeable since he could feel the fabric against his growing flesh. His thighs and calves ballooned outward, giving his new studly figure a Fitting pedestal and making him look like he was a regular of the track Team. His feet grew several sizes too making it necessary for his socks and shoes to grow a few sizes, to make place for his size 15s.
“Ro-Roman…” He tried to call out. His voice was smooth and deep. His own voice was turning him on. That’s when he realized he was still changing. His looked down and saw the light glint off the button on his pants. Just below it, he could see his basket bulge out. His cock AND balls were definitely growing. He could feel them fighting for spice in their confines. With some relief, he saw his cock snake down his left pant leg. It was pressed against the fabric, showing how thick it was. His jaw hung open as he stared at it.
Just then Roman came rushing in. “What’s up?”, he asked worried, before noticing how Connor had changed. He took the fabulous hunk before him in and took his dear time gazing at the obvious outline of Connor’s dick. A smirk crossed his handsome face and he chuckled “Mine is bigger and seeing you doesn’t help shrinking it either.”, while gesturing at the growing bulge in his own pants.
Connor found himself breathless. He was getting hard looking at Roman. A look of shock crossed his face as he realized it. He jumped at Roman to hug him, wrapping his thick arms around the hunk’s torso. It went beyond a hug as his mouth eagerly found Roman’s and began to passionately make out with him.
Their tongues intertwined as Connor began rubbing Roman’s impressive tool, while the other hunk was playing with Connor’s nipple through the tight shirt. Roman could feel his partner’s own impressive tool getting hard. It didn’t take Roman long to force Connor down to his knees easily, even though he was now pretty well built. Quickly Connor unbuckled Roman’s pants and worked the monstrous dick before him with expert hands.
Once Roman was fully hard, Connor wrapped his lips around Roman’s massive cock and began to blow him. His head bobbed up and down while his tongue pushed and prodded the massive cock. Connor’s hands were rubbing over Roman’s huge form and Roman’s hands were doing the same. Roman pushed Connor off his cock and instinctively took him to the bedroom, even though he had never been in the apartment before. Once on the bed, Connor resumed sucking Roman’s cock, but Roman maneuvered so they would be 69ing.
What followed was a night of passionate sucking, fucking (Mostly Roman jackhammering his tool into Connor’s tight ass) and bucket loads of cum. Finally after hours and hours of furious pounding the two fell asleep, Roman’s cock still buried deep inside Connor. The next morning the two studs woke up to the rhythmic pounding of Connor’s neighbor’s bed against the wall, accompanied by the moans of the guy’s wife, which stirred memories inside the sleepy Connor.
He remembered fucking his stud of neighbor’s husband. His wife liked to watch the two hunks go at it. The man had a tight ass and admitted to being bi-curious. After one night with Connor, he wasn’t curious anymore, he knew he liked it, and his wife did too, so it was a win-win situation. Connor would occasionally come over to get a piece of that hot ass so the wife could live out some of her stranger fantasies. She even wanted to do a three way with them. Connor’s recollection grew hazy as he felt Roman move next to him.
Connor blushed, another rush of memories hitting him. He remembered Kenichi pushing him over the laundry machine and shoving his horse-sized cock into Connor’s ass. Connor stuffed one of his jockstraps into his mouth so his moans wouldn’t alert anyone to what they were doing in the communal laundry room. They had almost gotten away with it, until that nerdy jock who lives with his grandma walked in and asked to join in.
Connor quickly walked on. As he passed the old woman’s flat he heard orgasmic screams from the inside, which usually meant that her grandson was home and had some guy or girl over to work his expert skills on, which Connor knew all too well. He was tempted to keep standing there and listen to the girl screaming down the house, while working along the length of his impressive tool through the fabric of his pants, but he couldn’t let Roman wait, so he left the house.
Connor walked confidently outside and hailed a taxi. He got inside and the smell of spices and musk hit him. It felt familiar somehow, and when he looked at the driver he knew why. He had forgotten his wallet the last time the taxi driver too him to college, so he paid with his expert blowjob skills. The middle eastern driver looked happy to see Connor and offered a free ride.
A short ride and what felt like a gallon of cum down Connor’s throat later, he left the taxi and said goodbye to the taxi driver who had a satisfied grin on his face which was no surprise, considering his musky footlong tool had just been expertly milked. Connor entered the Starbucks and immediately saw another familiar face in the queue. The football team’s water boy was waiting for his order, bewitching the cute guy behind the counter with some flexing of his muscles.
Connor smiled, thinking they made a cute couple. He remember even being the one to set them up. The water boy had just finished a workout and Connor happened to be heading to the Starbucks too. The hunky barista happened to be working and a bromance quickly formed. Just as fast as it formed, the bromance dropped the ‘b’ and they constantly flirted with each other while at work or games. The barista smiled as he saw Connor and motioned him to come forward, saying his order was almost done, as they were expecting him. Connor thanked the two as they went back to making googly eyes at each other.
Connor decided to walk home and get some fresh air. While walking down the street he spotted some guys he knew. Like the huge black guy from the club last night, who was strolling down the street, still dressed the same like yesterday, meaning he had probably spent the last night balls deep within some poor guy, or even the two stripper’s who Connor had introduced him to. The two strippers, Alex and James were close friends with Connor since the three of them had gone to the same high School. He knew they liked the black behemoth type, so Connor simply had to introduce them.
Connor chuckled to himself as he walked. He passed one of the practice fields and saw the football team practicing. Every one of those studs were shirtless, only wearing their large cleats and football tights. Coach Stromberg’s hairy form was on complete display. He was shirtless as well, and his shorts almost looked like a speedo. His pecs would bounce as he barked orders at the team. Connor lewdly rubbed his bulge as when he remembered Stromberg trying to recruit him for the team. Connor declined, but was convinced to at least join the after practice orgy. That was a fun afternoon.
Connor took his dear time walking home, passing by a police car with a familiar muscular cop, who had someone, maybe a criminal sucking his meaty dick off and making the car shake from his deep reverberating moans. Connor chuckled to himself as every built and handsome guy either winked at him or blushed and hurried his steps when they saw Connor’s imposing figure and even though there were so many guys, Connor remembered what each one of them like very clearly. But then finally, he reached his house.
Connor leaned over to his husband and gave him a passionate kiss, enjoying the feel of Roman’s stubble against his face. “I love you, Roman.”
“I love you too, Connor,” Roman answered and gave his husband another kiss.
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When I'm not busy becoming a totally ripped muscle-dawg you'll usually find me marking my territory, sniffin' butts and lickin' nutz.
Don't be afraid to hit me up as I'm non-judgemental, easy going, and very easy to get along with and talk to.
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I remind you that this story is imaginary.
Quentin is a 28 year old man with belly
You had a power that was not to die that power allow you to be crushed without losing blood and after your body is reforming all alone, the only problem is that you still had pain. You were secretly in love with superman because of his body and his powers.
you had a diary where you were full of superman pictures in different shots and you also write what he could do to you, he wrote your power, this diary follows you everywhere.
one day you go home and go to your room to see pictures of your newspaper, unfortunately you do not find and then you think and you start screaming, because you remember that you had put it on the bench this morning, you must have forgotten all day but before you can think of something someone knocks at your window, you tell yourself at the beginning it's a branch, because your room and the first floor, then it continues to hit you look back and see superman at the window with your newspaper in his hand, you run to open it and you get it back.
"It's nothing quentin I found your name and donate address in your journal, I allowed myself to read also your newspaper, because when I found them it was open on a photo of me" says superman
you were all red then superman add "do not worry what you wrote I liked more you like me" you were upset you answer "I thought you were with laws"
"In fact, laws are there to disguise that I'm gay, and my fantasy" says superman
"oh well, what fantasy" do you answer
"Well, you know, I love being admired, I love to use power too, sometimes I go to a place just to crush some car and something else, but what I will love the most is to make love without holding back all my powers "answered superman
you were surprised but you did not have time to answer that superman said "do you want to play with me and do you want to be my sulfur pain plus my sexual object"
you think, but you do not know why you said without realizing "yes"
superman approaches you is done .... (next in a future)
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Who says the only sportsperson has the right to improve health. Athletes are healthy because they select to live a good lifestyle. Keeping a healthy lifestyle and a healthy heart is, after all, related to a person’s well being. Exercise can help you increase your immunity, muscle growth, gain strength and elasticity. But did you know it can good for the heart too? Let us have a look at some good exercises boost your heart health:
The human type was intended simply to walk. Should you be considering to rack up the miles on a treadmill or hit the road walking is the best way to improve your fitness and hence keep your heart healthy too.
Running is one of the perfect techniques to blaze calorie consumption, a reward is given that you are additionally seeking to get thinner to reduce your risk of coronary disease. Supposing that you are new to running, begin with an energetic walk and slowly of increase the minutes of running to lastly stay longer. After all improve a heart health can take you far!
A different cardiovascular act that is simple on the joints, cycling is a low-effect exercise that you can do single anywhere or in any landscape. Make effective use of your cycling time and pattern to work or to do your tasks. While your heart is pumping you’ll furthermore be building quality and sculpting your muscle tissues too.
The pool may be the right area to relax around. But did you know, swimming not just fortifies your muscle tissues, but it also contributes oodles to your efforts of keeping a good heart health? Swimming exercise or even water sports provide multi-directional resistance. Swimming is above all other exercises recommended also the most secure substitute if you are affected by joint pain which walking or running etc. may worsen.
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ALL THE WAY HOME
I was at a conference and medical equipment show in New Orleans and while down at the pool for an early morning swim I met a man in his mid 20’s that looked to be of Russian descent. His name was Dennis. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and a very buff, big muscular body that was totally shaved from the neck down. He was about 6’2” and had an amazing ass.
We had a fairly short chat about sports and exchanged info before we agreed to meet for a drink in the late evening. After a long day of presentations I showered and had supper. I was flipping through TV channels when Dennis called asked if he could come over. Of course I said yes and he showed up at my door about 10 minutes later. The guy wasn’t really dressed like I expected, but I found him quite hot. Literally! He was just coming from the gym so he was dressed in sweats still dripping with sweat and man musk which filled the room when I closed the door. He lifted off his shirts and his physique was really pumped. I offered him something to drink and he asked for water.
He asked to take a shower as he stuffed his wet smelly clothes into a plastic laundry bag. He sat and took off his shoes and then lowered the sweatpants adding them to the bag. I ran my hands over his arms and pecs as he flexed for me. I expected a stud like him to be a real alpha but he told me he was a total bottom and thought all day about being fucked by me. This was definitely my kind of guy!
He wrapped his arms around me and we kissed after I assured him he would get the fucking of his life. He stripped naked and then he went in and took a quick shower. I got on the bed wearing just my boxer briefs with a hard-on that wouldn’t quit. He came out of the bathroom naked and I focused on his big juicy 8-inch cock. His dick was getting bigger, harder, and longer as he walked toward me. He crawled up on the bed and started licking my cock through my briefs.
“I thought you’d be naked,” he said before he ripped them off.
He sucked my cock for a while and then we kissed while I worshiped his huge physique. I fingered his ass and realized he was already lubed. He grabbed a condom and put it on me. He lubed my cock and he guided my cock to the target before he sat down on it taking all seven inches at once.
His cock was hard as he rode my dick. I ran my hands over is body and he moaned, begging for more as I thrust up into him. When he was close to cumming he would lean down to kiss me.
Then we switched positions, he got on his back and I started fucking him missionary style. I started kissing him and he wanted me to fuck him harder and by then I was drenched in sweat and so was he. We switched again, and I took him doggie style, fucking him hard until I filled the condom with cum.
Then we lay on the bed for the longest time talking and stroking each other’s body. My cock never quite went soft and neither did his. After a time he started stroking my meat again and he got me totally hard. He finally grabbed another condom and put it on me, lubed me up, and got back on top to ride me, again taking my cock up his ass in one swift movement. I grabbed some lube and greased up his big cock, jacking him while he rode me until he sprayed cum all over my chest.
We lay together talking and then he led me to the shower to get cleaned up. Soaping up his body was almost like sex for me. I watched as he got dressed in clean clothes from his gym bag and he seemed reluctant to go. He lingered to kiss me and tell me how hot I was.
Every day we exchanged vague brief texts all during the ten day conference and show. Every night Dennis was in my room or I was in his for hot sex. We often lay in bed talking about our dreams and goals. We talked about being together and possibilities for the future.
After I got home I tried to text him and even call him but my calls went directly to voice mail. I left messages as if I was following up on a sales lead but they went unanswered. Then when the mailbox was full I couldn’t even do that. Eventually there was a ‘this number is no longer in service’ message when I called.
The phone may have been lost or maybe something happened to him on the way home. Surely Dennis would replace the phone if he was alive. Weeks went by and life went on. I was flying all over the county getting signed contracts from leads I got at the show. It looked like I would be the top salesman in the company but the victory was hollow because I realized I had fallen in love and life was empty.
It took all the strength I had to act enthusiastic at the company awards banquet. As top salesman I gave a rousing thank you speech about never giving up knowing I was getting on a plane in a few hours to go look for Dennis in California.
Before dawn the next morning I was closing my carry-on bag when my phone rang. It was a (601) area code followed by a number I didn’t know. I had been getting calls about lowering my interest rate on my credit cards and I had asked them to remove me from their call list. It was time they took me off the call list so I answered.
“This is Dennis,” he said and I fell to my knees. “I am using a borrowed cell phone. I’m still in New Orleans… Hello? Mark?”
“I’m here,” I croaked out.
“Mark, my boss called me to the restaurant in the Hilton and fired me after you left. They took my phone, company credit cards, rental car, and even my plane ticket. I was mugged and shot at the edge of the French Quarter. Now I don’t even have an ID or personal credit cards. I have been in the hospital and this guy let me use his phone. I didn’t know who else to call…” his voice trailed off.
“Get to the airport and go to Southwest airlines. There will be a ticket in your name… Spell your last name. Go to the Hilton where we were staying and get the shuttle to the airport.” My mind was going faster than I could talk. “Dennis? I love you.” I said. I heard a sob. “I’ll be at the airport waiting for you,” I told him.
“I’ll get him to the airport,” a strange voice said. “He’s really messed up,” the guy said quietly.
“Take him to Southwest Airlines and I’ll have a ticket waiting for him.”
“You are a good brother. My brother wouldn’t do this for me,” he said. I began to wonder what Dennis told the man so he would let Dennis make the call.
“I wish I could reward you,” I offered.
“No reward needed,” he said and we said goodbye.
I went to Midway Airport as soon as I bought the ticket. There were flights arriving almost every hour and if I was lucky he would be here by noon but I had no way to know what flight he was on since he didn’t have a phone. I waited outside of the TSA checkpoint. I got worried when the 5:40 pm flight arrived and he wasn’t on the plane. I was eating a sandwich when my phone rang.
“Is this Mr. Mark Hanson?” the voice asked.
“We have a gentleman trying to claim a ticket you purchased but he has no identification. We can’t let him on the plane without ID.”
“How many people named Dennis Selikoff do you think there are in the United States? (There was only one) Look up his facebook page for picture ID. Look he was mugged and his wallet was taken. I sent him a ticket to Chicago. He was shot and mugged,” I said with a steady but angry voice.
“I’ll take this to my supervisor but chances are not good,” and the guy hung up. I couldn’t even beg him to call me back with news one way or the other. My stomach flipped and I couldn’t eat anymore. The last flight until six in the morning came in at 12:15 am and as the stragglers headed for baggage claim I turned to leave. Did I have to send him a fake ID? Did I have to charter a jet to go get him? Drive to New Orleans to pick him up?
“MARK!” I heard. I swiveled and almost lost my balance. Dennis was handcuffed to a wheelchair and he looked like shit warmed over.
“Can you identify this man?” the cop asked.
“His name is Dennis Selikoff. Are handcuffs necessary?” I asked as I showed them pictures of Dennis and me together in New Orleans. The cop removed the handcuffs. The porter brought Dennis to my car. I handed him a $50 dollar bill for his service.
“I had to get a photo copy of my driver’s license from the DMV in California. TSA still treated me like a criminal,” he said softly.
I sat behind the wheel and started the car. Before I could put it in gear the tears began to flow and I wept. His hand gently touched my back and when we tried to hug the seatbelts wouldn’t let us. He started to laugh and I smiled through my tears. He kissed my forehead because that was all he could reach without being in pain. I released my belt and kissed him properly and tenderly.
“I’d go through this all again to be here with you at this moment,” he said as he touched my face.
“I should have just chartered a jet to go get you,” I said.
“You wouldn’t do that!” he mocked.
“I thought about it,” I admitted. I didn’t tell him I thought about it at 7pm last night and again at midnight when he didn’t show up.
“You did too much…” he choked up.
“I’d do it all again and more to have you here with me right now,” I said before I kissed him again. “Now to your new home,” I said as I clicked the seatbelt in place. I smiled and held his hand almost all the way home.
Hello again everyone! I decided that I would let Wednesday blog posts be reserved for my reviews of things tangential to this forum, such as Patreon pages, comics or muscle-focused adult sites/films, both paywalled and freely available. For now, of course, I don’t have a ton of ideas of specific things to review, so first things first I’m asking you to leave a comment for what you want a review on. I’m curious to see what you are curious to see, as it were.
The following story ideas received the most votes in the poll which I posted on my Blog on Tuesday:
1. A genie grants wishes and grows the muscles of a few guys in a college dorm - 10 votes
2. An ordinary young guy becomes a superhero with amazing strength and muscle - 8 votes
3. A scientist creates a clone from scratch and this guy becomes a popular, muscular college student - 8 votes
4. A skinny guy comes in contact with an alien object and gains super strength - 8 votes
5. A guy is bullied in school or college and seeks revenge after drinking a strength potion - 6 votes
6. A muscle guy with super strength travels back in time and becomes friends with a college nerd - 5 votes
7. A bullied young guy dies and is resurrected as a young bodybuilder - 3 votes
THANK YOU to the 24 guys who voted in the poll!!!!!
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I have struggled with my thoughts and feelings since I realized I was gay. I was 41 and scared out of my mind. I was certain I would be sucked to hell at any moment. Being Catholic homosexuality is a no-no. So I come at being gay with a different perspective. I do not force my beliefs in anyone's face but I still have them.
Coming from a Christian background I find the idea of sex daunting. I do not disregard anyone else's enjoyment of it but I hope they do it safely. My mind is always thinking; sometimes quietly, sometimes loudly. I often feel I don't fit well enough in either the Gay or Christian cultures. I am an enigma swaddled in doubt and emotion. I may go on with this in more detail one day. Suffice it to say I am always thinking. Some have said I think too much and they have a point. My brain never stops thinking which gives me access to empathy and understanding. It also opens a floodgate of doubt and anxiety.
So there is always something on my mind even if it is not in my conscious mind. It is rather like a program running in the background on your computer that will suddenly report things. I have tried to adapt to society but I believe I have failed. This is not necessarily a bad thing. I was a bit of a uninhibited kid, outside of school, until I was around age 8. That was when the bullying began and I tried to be adjust to the new reality. No matter what i did I was harassed. I was harassed for my name, clothes, academic abilities, being a goody two shoes/boyscout type, and for many more things. The abuse continued until the end of high school.
That combined with more abuse at home combined to make me a person with low self esteem. Because of this I am constantly critical of myself. My standards for myself are exceedingly high so I generally fall short of what I deem to be "the best I can do." Being a good person is what I am 'supposed to be" so I downplay compliments and praise. You don't reward someone for doing what they should. This is mostly because of my parents but that is a separate issue.
So with this understand of my history I hope you can understand the doubts I have about writing gay fiction. I must attest to questioning my desire to write gay erotica nearly every day. Unfortunately the Tumblr purge has me thinking even more. Is there a point to writing what I do when the world seems against me? Am I leading others down a dark path by feeding their lusts? I have wanted to tell people about how I feel for a long time but I have been afraid. Afraid of more criticism that I have experienced in my past. I hate hiding things from my friends so I am trying to be as honest as possible now.
I'm really not sure why I am telling you this. I have been a very private person for most of my life. As I have matured I became more open. I tell people a lot about myself to avoid masking who I am yet I still worry about expressing thoughts that may contrast with the accepted views of a community. in other words I don't discuss my desire for a male partner in front of most Christian/Catholic friends and I don't discuss my views on religion with most gay men.
To be clear: I DO NOT do this to be politically correct.
I do this to avoid being a rude douchebag as I was in my 20s. To be fair I was in a lot of mental and emotional pain back then but I was told by a close friend that being rude to others is not justifiable in spite of suffering. He was right of course and over the years I got better at being pleasant company. I do not consider this being fake because if asked I will say how I feel but I try to not immediately dump my emotional baggage into a conversation. I suppose posting this may seem like vanity.
I just wanted to let people know that we all have doubts and insecurities and that it is okay to be worried, doubtful, or uneasy. I write this to remind people of the gray areas in thinking where you don't have to be 100 percent for or against something.These days American society is polarized like I have never seen before in my lifetime. It is a balancing act for me. "Being Gay and Christian is like dipping one foot in the Atlantic Ocean and one in the Pacific. You can do it but you have to be very flexible." Peace, CF