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THE HONEYMOON

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THE HONEYMOON

 

I went to the cove ostensibly to join my cousin and her new husband while they snorkeled. I was truly hoping to catch Adam (her husband of two days) in a bathing suit. I arrived for the wedding and meeting her man I was blown away by his handsome face and athletic body. I could tell his clothes were expensive and tailored. He didn’t wear skin tight clothes or shirts a size too small like some bodybuilders do. Adam was intelligent and witty and just as my cousin Lori predicted Adam and I were fast becoming friends. 

 

I had been busy shuttling people to the airport after the five day weekend wedding celebration and that morning the last of them left. Adam and Lori were here for two weeks of honeymooning and I was planning to catch a cruise ship that would island hop for the next ten days. 

 

Grabbing my square cut swimsuit I stretched it over my narrow hips so I could join them at the beach. I pause and looked in the full length mirror to see how the suit accentuated my gymnast physique. I reached in to adjust my junk smiling at the fact that there were no tan lines. I had worked on my tan for months so I wouldn’t burn on my island hopping adventure where I planned to be wearing revealing thongs to attract the studs. This was the most conservative suit I owned not counting the workout shorts that could double as a swimsuit.

 

I walked the beach with mask and fins in a dive bag not seeing the newlyweds. Lori told me to look for a bright yellow flag she would plant at their spot on the beach they would be claiming for the day. I was about to give up when I spotted the flag that had been blown over by the breeze. The sand was so dry it didn’t hold the skinny pole. I looked toward the water and saw a man on his back in the shallow water. Fins, snorkel, and mask were above him on the dry sand and I figured it was Adam taking a break. I left my bag, towel, and sunglasses just inside their well anchored pop up tent and walked to the water’s edge. I called his name.

 

When Adam leaned up on his elbow and faced me, I saw how muscular he actually was. My face reddened and my cock stretched the Lycra in an obscene way. Now I wished I had worn the workout shorts and a jock.

 

“Lori is relentless. She refused to take a break,” Adam said as he patted the water inviting me to sit beside him. “That is some hardware you’re packing there stud. You either love the beach or you like what you see,” he laughed. He moved his hand away from his red shorts and I saw that he had a log stretching his own suit. “Tom, I certainly am turned on by what I see. I have been since we shook hands the first time.”

 

“What are you saying Adam?” He looked around to see if anyone was within earshot. “I wouldn’t mind sampling your hot body,” he said very calmly as he looked over the water for Lori.

 

“What the fuck! You just got married to my cousin!” 

 

“Yeah, I married into the family and incest is best!” he laughed.

 

“I wouldn’t do that to Lori,” I protested.

 

“That boner says you lie,” he chuckled. “I reserved a room for you in the motel across the road from the condo we are renting. Don’t get on the cruise ship and I guarantee you the best sex of your life. I hope you are versatile because I need some fucking too. Leave on the cruise and nothing will ever happen even in the future. It’s now or never!”

 

“As in no second chances? Does that mean this is a onetime fling?” I asked.

 

“Stay and I’ll be perpetually available. Go and you’ll never touch me intimately. Ah, here comes my lovely bride,” he smiled and returned her wave. Lori was waist deep in the water and she was rushing to get to Adam. His boner was gone as she threw her body over his and kissed him passionately.

 

“Honey, mmmmm is that a gun in your suit or are you glad to see me?” Lori moaned. She looked at me. “Tommy, after last night I didn’t think I would be able to walk today. I slept like a log. But this morning was… even better,” she said with a sexy moan.


“TMI,” I yelled and covered my ears. 

 

She lost it in hysterical laughter. He rolled her to her back and kissed her so passionately I felt his lust hit me like a shock wave. She wrapped her legs around him and I expected him to fuck her right there in the water. Lori actually had an orgasm. In her throes of passion she had her eyes closed and Adam looked at me. His eyes told me he was going to do the same thing to me.

 

“I should pack and check in… I mean out so I can check in for the cruise… I mean leave you two love birds to… honeymoon or make babies or something. 

 

The three of us walked to their spot and I wrapped my towel around me. I packed my dive bag and saw the card key Adam tossed in the bag when he handed it to me. Two hours later Adam drove me to the big boat. He took my cruise ticket and handed it to a guy about my height and weight. So someone looking like me will be on the cruise while we play. He dropped me and my luggage off at the 1950′s Art Deco motel.

 

I moved into room 108 and was pleasantly surprised the suite was so nice. It had a kitchenette with an apartment size refrigerator and a bathroom with a hot tub and a shower enclosure big enough for four. The outside of the motel was stuck in the 1950′s but the inside was nicer than the condo that I just vacated across the street. I showered and ate some food that Adam left for me in the refrigerator. I was naked on the private patio sipping on a Corona when I heard the sliding glass door open.

 

Adam stood there naked and I could see what he was giving Lori. His cock was impressive soft or hard. And damn his physique was incredible.

 

“Hey,” I said to break the ice.

 

“Can I sit down?” I nodded my head.

 

The lounge chair I was in was like a big platform with plenty of room. It could probably hold two couples shoulder to shoulder but it would be tight. Adam didn’t only sit down, he jumped up behind me folding his hard body against my back as his legs and arms wrapped around me. Feeling my body jump, I heard a low growl then a kiss on my shoulder.

 

“This is your fault you know.” It was said conversationally with a little wry humor.

 

“Why is that?” I asked coming out a little rough and nervous.

 

“Do you understand what is happening?”

 

“Uh Adam…  I think I do. Lori isn’t enough. I never doubted how you and Lori felt about each other. Man you two kissing was like fireworks exploding on the 4th of July. It wasn’t only the sexual attraction that was obvious, but man you two scorch the earth when you look at each other. And that happens every time I see you two together.

 

“And here’s Adam Hays who is about to get married and he gets tasered by Cousin Tommy when they shake hands for the first time.”

 

“Uh… sorry?” I heard a low chuckle next to my ear.

 

“Never be sorry,” he said as he tightened his grip around my chest. “I’ve made and lost a few fortunes in my short life but I never truly fell in love. And the closest I’ve gotten so far is… ”

 

“Lori.”

 

“Yeah. Then you came along and I knew I made a mistake. Well not a mistake but I should have waited to find you.”

 

I pulled away, turned and moved in with my legs over his so we were face to face and our arms rested on the other shoulders.

 

“Without Lori you would have never met me. But you already committed to the union. She loves you man, it is so cool and fun to watch those smoldering looks between the two of you.”

 

“Then Tom arrived and shook my hand. Nice, good looking guy and there was this instant lust that swept over me like a raging forest fire.”

 

“I’m sorry,” I said and Adam heaved a heavy sigh.

 

“Never be sorry!” he barked and then his face softened. “I truly love Lori and I don’t want to hurt her.”

 

“Oh?” I almost whispered.

 

“You know the only way to not get hurt… ”

 

“Yeah, yeah Lori says that all the time… The only way to not get hurt is to not love in the first place. You’re a smart man Adam Hays,” hearing him chuckle. “So I need to ask you a question.”

 

“What’s that?” Adam smiled.

 

“Is this make-up sex?” I asked and he looked puzzled. Then my question earned a bark of laughter. “I feel like we had sex on the beach before my cousin came out of the water.” Adam grinned while shaking his head. Looking down we both chuckled since both our big dicks were hard and dripping pre-cum.

 

“When we have sex you’ll know it,” Adam whispered. Our hands began sliding across the other’s muscular frame. We started out slow with a tentative kiss that went a little longer. Both of us taking our time to explore but soon Adam planted an earth shattering kiss similar to the one he gave Lori on the beach. The moans grew louder with the touching more frantic. Adam dumped lube on both our cocks and stroked them as one. I pushed up from the platform and moved chest to chest straddling him before lowering my ass slowly down onto Adam’s cock until his huge shaft filled me completely.

 

“Fuck that feels good,” I moaned as I bottomed out on his cock. Adam was inches away from my chest and heaving pecs. Closing in he sucked one of my nipples before moving to the other as I slid up and down.

 

“I need it hard,” I moaned and before long I was flat on my back as he pounded my hungry chute. My ass tightened around his huge shaft forcing him to spray my insides with his cream as I fought to keep my cum in my balls. He fucked his way through the orgasm lubricating my hole so he could pound me even harder as my moans made it clear to him that this is exactly what I wanted.

 

Finally dumping more cum, he pulled out, tumbling over and rolling on his back. I got up on my knees and lifting Adam’s legs sliding my hard tool into his more than willing well-lubed butt. It seemed like it only took a couple thrusts for me to orgasm. I tried to fuck through it but my cock was just too sensitive. Adam grabbed my ass to make me thrust into his cum fill tunnel and I was in ecstasy. Exhausted I gasped for breath as his arms came around me pulling my face to his awesome chest. My tongue lapped at his sweat and I tasted some cum on his skin.

 

“Will Lori miss you?” I asked.

 

“Nothing awakens your cousin once she is asleep,” Adam chuckled. “Let’s shower.”

 

Soaping and washing his body was almost as sensuous as fucking. When he washed me his rod entered my ass the second time… or was that the third time and he deposited even more cum.

 

For the next ten days he pounded my ass as Lori worked on her tan, when Lori went shopping, or when she went to the spa or gym. I would guess I fucked him once for every five times he dropped his cum in my ass.

 

When he wasn’t here during the day I was out in the sun working on my tan. On the day the boat came back I took a taxi to the dock with my packed bags. Adam and Lori picked me up and I told her my cruise stories all the way back to the condo. This wasn’t my first cruise so true stories came easily. Lori was the happiest she had ever been in her life

 

“Adam and I have a bet and I think I know you better than him so I’ll win,” she said.

 

“Okkkkk… a bet about me?” I asked cautiously. I began to wonder if Adam told her everything.

 

“Yes. I want Adam to offer you a job. He says you are established and wouldn’t move from Chicago.”

 

“Lori, do you know how much I hate winter in Chicago?” I snickered. “I would consider a move but the right conditions would have to warrant relocation.”

 

“See!” she said to her smirking husband. “I told you so!”

 

I caught Adam’s eyes in the mirror. He was an evil, evil man.

 

Lori ran up to the condo to use the facilities while Adam and I rode up on the next available elevator with his hand on my ass. I began to think that maybe I should have gone on the cruise. Then I thought what life would be like without Adam and I knew I made the right decision.

 

“Adam the day she stops giving you those smoldering looks is the day it is over between us,” I explained. “I will cut you off so fast it will make your head spin!”

 

“Understood,” he said as the elevator doors opened.

 

There was enough of Adam to go around, keeping us both very, very happy. He was true to his word and Lori had that sparkle in her eyes until the day she died from ovarian cancer. Adam was devastated losing Lori. He came to me one night to tell me it was over between us but I knew he didn’t mean a word of what he was saying. I lifted his chin and looked into his tear filled eyes.

 

“I miss her so,” he sobbed. I held him and listened to all his reasons for ending our relationship. He fell asleep in my arms after I told him how much I loved him. After an hour I led him to my bed. We spooned fully clothed on top of the covers. There was no sex as Adam grieved but then one night months later when I was lost in thought watching a spectacular sunset he wrapped his arms around my chest and kissed the back of my neck.

 

“You must be terribly horney… I know I am and I have been neglecting you,” he growled in my ear. Tears of joy ran down my cheeks as he held me and seduced me as passionately as he did on his honeymoon. “I realized that I will always love both of you… Lori is gone but you are here and I’ve shut you out. Let me show you how much I love you.”

 

And boy did he ever!

DAC

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Jacques Was Depressed

 

My friend Jacques was all depressed because he had been dumped by a married guy and because he had been dumped he didn’t think he was sexy anymore. 

 

“Would you trust me just this once Jacques?”

 

“No,” he said as he mumbled something in French.

 

“Alright let me drive you home and you can wallow in your sorrow.” I offered.

 

“But za sand in za Corvette…” he scoffed at my rules for the car.

 

“Shower off and pull on some shorts,” I said walking away. He loved the car. His cock was often hard after a ride. It had nothing to do with my massive chest and slim waist. Nor was it my twenty three inch arms. I knew he would follow. 

 

He walked up to the car wearing white jeans and nothing else but sandals. Fuck he looked good enough to eat. I flexed my arm and he shivered when he touched me. I sped away and he forced himself to breathe. At a light I told him I had to make a stop and he cursed me out in French.

 

“No you can stay in the car. I’ll only be a minute,” I offered. “I have to show my face.” I turned into the estate and Jacques was drooling over the security guards that checked the invitation. I parked in sight of the pool and I sprung a boner seeing the bikini clad guys milling around. I heard my door slam and then his door slammed. I smiled. I knew Jacques would be swarmed. Twenty minutes later I found him surrounded by four hot sexy bodybuilders and there were also a dozen onlookers waiting for their chance at him.

 

“Let’s go,” I said pulling his arm. He looked at me like I was crazy.” What about Jim (the guy who dumped him), I whispered in his ear.

 

“Zat man ‘as to be koo koo to do zat to me,” he smiled. His face looked like a happy drunk but Jacques didn’t drink.

 

I shrugged and was about to leave when my partner arrived dressed in a business suit. He pulled a red thong out of his right pocket and a bright yellow thong out of his left. The host let us use a bedroom to change and after wild shower sex we emerged to join the party. 

 

Later that night I thought Jacques was going to faint when I asked him to drive the Vette to our house because I was going home in the Bentley with Roger. I also offered him the pool house for the night thinking it would give him the opportunity to bring someone home and forget Jim the married guy. How he got the four bodybuilders in the Corvette is still a mystery to me. In the morning Jacques was a very happy and satisfied man. He thanked me profusely for getting him out of his funk.

 

Isn’t that what friends are for?

 

DAC

 

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A Trainer at My Gym

 

Each time I saw him in the gym my heart filled with desire and lust. He seemed to be polite and soft spoken as he trained his customers who were mostly ladies. Hearing what they said behind his back while gossiping on the treadmills made me wonder if he wasn’t looking for a sugar-momma. Then one day I saw him in street clothes. He looked like a top fashion model. He didn’t see me but I had the feeling he was rich enough not to need a sugar-momma. Either his tips were pronominal or he made millions in the stock market.

 

One night the weather turned bad while I was working out and they announced the gym was closing early because of the intensifying snow storm. I could see the reasoning. There were more employees in the building than customers. Guys were packing up to rush home without showering but I decided to shower because I could walk home from the gym if necessary.

 

I was in the shower letting the water pound my shoulder when I heard a locker slam closed. I figured that may have been a signal telling me to get out so they could go home. I shut off my water and was drying when I heard someone muttering about commitments. I tried to be discreet and not listen but I couldn’t help myself. Someone he knew had delayed coming home so as not to fight the weather. There may have been a Dear John message involved. I suppose perhaps closing early put a kink in his plans… or maybe it was the snow.

 

I wrapped the towel around me to make a quiet exit and then I had second thoughts. Why not nonchalantly dry my hair as I pass his shower cubicle? Show off my body and my equipment like a jock on a sports team. Why hide what I had? His cubicle was near the door and if he was facing the wall he wouldn’t even see me pass so I walked slowly as I dried my hair with one hand.

 

“What the fuck?” I heard and my towel went from my head to my crotch to cover my cock. “I thought you left!” There was fire in his eyes as the water poured over his head. I stopped dead in my tracks taking in his perfect physique. The custom fit clothes he wore hid and disguised so much of his awesome physique.

 

“I just finished showering,” I muttered. He grabbed my towel and tossed it toward the door before he pulled me into his shower. He took my chin and forced me to look into his piercing eyes. Just as in the Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Brad had turned from Mr. Nice Guy to Mr. Alpha. We were both tall but maybe he was an inch taller.

 

“We are alone in the building and the front door is locked,” he said at point blank range. He reached down and stroked my now hard cock; he cupped my balls. “I’ve been watching you Charlie. Your eyes follow me all over the gym. Are you gay Charlie?” he demanded. With my back to the wall and his hand at my throat I let out a squeak and was able to nod just a bit. “I’m stuck here Charlie. My ride decided not to fight the weather and come home. Invite me to come home with you Charlie,” he growled as he pressed his body into mine. “Take his place Charlie and we’ll fuck each other silly!”

 

“Brad?” I whispered. “Oh fuck Brad I feel like I’m gonna cum.” He knelt and sucked on my cock. Seconds later my cum flooded his mouth and instead of cooling his passion he seemed even more inflamed. I know he swallowed but when he kissed me his tongue invaded my mouth and I tasted my seed. Brad had taken charge and there was no doubt in my mind that he was gonna fuck me. I soaped his body and he soaped mine. As we rinsed Brad slowly turned from Mr. Alpha back to Mr. Nice Guy he pressed me against the tile and whispered in my ear.

 

“So am I invited?” he asked. Mr. Alpha wasn’t totally gone.

 

“Of course. I couldn’t leave you stranded.”

 

He shut off the water and we went to change into street clothes. I remote started my car so it could warm up as we dressed. He locked the door and set the alarm before we ran for the car. At home I parked in the garage and led him into the house. He seemed to nod his approval of the designer’s touches. The house was going to be listed as soon as winter released its icy grip and spring set in. The renovation was cheaper to do in the winter months when construction work was scarce. I just had to keep the house pristine until the open house and sale.

 

“Did you do this?” he asked.

 

“A designer. I’m selling in the spring,” I said as I started to make a protein shake for us to share. He watched and then added another scoop of protein and then some honey. I have to admit it did taste better than when I made the shake. “So it looks like the weatherman is predicting 12 to 18 inches of snow,” I said as I leaned my butt against the counter. He came up to me and pressed his cock to mine.

 

“Thank you,” he said as he looked in my eyes with those baby blues. I laughed nervously; Mr. Alpha was back. “This may come as a shock to you but I’ve been watching you at the gym. I go home very frustrated. Tonight I will live the fantasy when I slowly strip you naked and invite you into my bed,” he almost whispered. “Charlie,” he said as his lips brushed mine. At that very moment there was a transformer explosion somewhere in the neighborhood and the lights went out just as he began to kiss me. My eyes saw sparks flying as our aura’s reacted. “Lead the way,” he whispered as he lifted my sweat shirt and tossed it aside.

 

“Fuck,” I hissed when he pressed his chest to mine. He blindly followed me to the master bedroom where we stripped naked before crawling into bed. He was fucking me and I was in seventh heaven until he called me Tom. I confronted him.

 

“I said this could have been all yours Tom. Tom is my mentor,” he explained.

 

“You mean your Alpha?” I questioned.

 

“The split has been brewing for a long time. This was the final straw and now I’m fucking you,” he said as he thrust. He hit my sweet spot over and over and drove me to oblivion. My orgasm was massive and his soon followed. He was spooned behind me when I awoke at dawn. The house was frigid but it was warm in bed. I ran for the bathroom and a moment later Brad was pissing in the toilet next to me. Damn he was handsome. He reached into the shower and started the hot water. He dragged me in there with him. We quickly washed off the stink and ran back to bed. We talked and made love. Brad never bottomed. The closest I got was a finger fuck and then he attacked; I submitted.

 

By noon the power was on but the streets were impassible. Brad hugged me from behind and we returned to a freshly made bed.

 

I only saw pictures of Tom but I could see why Brad was attracted to him.

 

I never did sell the house because by spring Brad had moved in with me and became my full time lover. Brad was a millionaire. He came from money and he knew how to make money with his wealth.

 

His job training the ladies at the gym is a very lucrative game to him.

Now when we are at the gym together I smile and shake my head at his antics. I know that those ladies don’t have a chance and when he comes home he will take me to bed and lead me to heavenly bliss.

 

 

 

DAC

 

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The Townhouse Alpha

 

They moved in on a Saturday afternoon while I was running errands and shopping for groceries. The rental truck was leaving when I got back home so I didn’t get to meet whoever bought /or was renting the townhouse. I noticed the new BMW parked in the spot reserved for the townhouse which was physically at a right angle to mine. The townhouses are built around a courtyard and generally speaking you can only access the courtyard from one of the townhouses. There is an access gate at one side big enough for a pickup truck to drive through but it is solid and always locked. During the next week there were workmen coming and going in and out of the vacant townhouse. Service people were installing everything from cable TV to a new tank-less water heater but then weeks passed and I never saw the occupants. Maybe he worked nights or something. There was evidence of a renovation going on but the windows were covered and I couldn’t see inside.

 

One Saturday several weeks later I went out to the mailbox to get the mail, which amounted to nothing but junk mail and my neighbor’s junk mail. The mailman knew that townhouse was empty but he knew that I would write ‘return to sender’ if it looked important. It was strange that my new neighbor never had any mail in his mailbox. Maybe he didn’t fill out a change of address form or maybe he had a P.O. Box number. As I passed BMW’s townhouse my eye was immediately drawn to his open door. I decided to ‘deliver’ his junk mail and find out his name. I called him BMW man because he didn’t bother to put his name on the mailbox.

 

“Hello?” I called out as I knocked on the open door. There was a shirt hanging on the doorknob and when I touched it the shirt fell to the floor. I bent to pick it up and the material was soaked with sweat. Still bent over I brought the shirt to my nose. I inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma of manly, musky odors. I closed my eyes and there was more than a hint of sex… Then I opened my eyes and saw his shoes. In the shoes was BMW man. BMW man was about 6’6” or 6’7”, 285 pounds of solid muscle, with short blond hair kind of spiked on the top. He was holding a weight bar.

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As you can see (top picture) I am is good shape but his body blew me away.

 

Caught! There are security cameras everywhere these days. What if he had one pointed at his front door catching my home invasion. What if one of them was shooting video of me right now getting a boner and what if he loaded that video onto the internet? 

 

“What the fuck are you doing?”

 

I stammered idiotically for a moment then fell silent handing him the junk mail. Finally, I decided to tell him the truth.

 

“Sorry, but I haven’t seen you around and I… I live next door… I knocked your shirt… on the floor…”

 

“Get in here,” he commanded.

 

“I’ll just go,” I offered.

 

“Get in here,” he repeated. “Do you really want to do this outside where everybody can see?”

 

“Well no,” I said. I didn’t want him to do anything outside that was confrontational so I stepped further inside.

 

He closed the door and set the bar in the corner. At least he wasn’t going to beat me to death with the steel bar. He locked the deadbolt before he turned and began looking me up and down. He was half naked wearing only baggy karate style pants. When he turned I focused on his huge pecs, he looked damn good.

 

“Strip and turn around,” he ordered.

 

I stepped back, tripping over my own feet totally shocked. “What?” I stammered.

 

“Strip! Drop ’em! Get naked and turn around. That’s my requirement for not calling the cops.”

 

“Cops? I just brought… mail…”

 

“You stepped over the threshold boundary. I’ll claim trespassing and home invasion,” he said calmly.

 

Slowly, I complied. I let my basketball shorts slide down my thighs, then my boxers. I covered my cock with my hands.

 

“Shirt,” he ordered. I complied and I looked over my shoulder.

 

He pulled the knot of the string holding up his pants and shoved them off his hips. He stepped out of his shoes and the pants. His legs were huge but my focus was on his cock – it was thick and long, nestled trimmed blond public hair cut low enough to wear a posing suit.  His calloused hands grabbed my traps before he pushed himself against me. I felt his semi-hard cock pressing between my butt cheeks. He began moving his hips rubbing his shaft against my hole and under my balls. He moved closer pressing his huge physique against my back. His cock was getting harder by the second.

 

“Whattayadoing,” I mumbled with my chest pressing against the wall.

 

“I just want you to know,” he whispered, his chin was on my shoulder digging his beard into my skin, his breath was hot in my ear. His tongue licked my earlobe before he sucked it between his lips. His massive arms wrapped around me like two pythons. “I am going to stick my big cock up inside you. Do you understand? I am going to slip it in you, and I am going to fuck you. I am going to use your hole as my personal cum dump. And you are not going to do anything but stand here and take it.”

 

I nodded, too excited to open my mouth and say something that would ruin everything. My heart was hammering not out of fear but from lust. This encounter had taken an unexpected turn for the better.

 

His dick left my crack for a moment and when it returned, it was not only super hard it was slippery. Was it lube or pre-cum? No matter. I felt it rub against my ass and I tried to relax and open myself to him. I felt his knob push against my ass ring and back off several times before he slowly slipped his cockhead inside me.

 

“I’m in you now,” he rasped, his lips touching my skin just below my left ear. “I’m invading your ass. I’m using it for my own pleasure, and when I get through you won’t be able to walk right for days. I’m going to cum inside you... I’m gonna breed you!”

 

He wrapped his arms tighter around my chest and dug his chin in against my spine. He continued to push inside me using small thrusts. I felt a warm glow spreading from my ass across my entire body as his rigid shaft sank deeper and deeper. My hole had relaxed and soon I could feel his pubes on my ass and his balls rubbing against my body.

 

He started fucking me and I could feel his cock corkscrewing inside me sending waves of pleasure surging through my spine and into my brain so any resistance was futile. 

 

“You’ve never let a man use your body for his pleasure, have you?” BMW man groaned as he fucked harder and harder. “But today you’re letting a real man conquer you and use you like a filthy slut.”

 

It was true. He knew what to do and what to say to get me hot. It would be rape if I wasn’t so willing. I have never allowed anyone to top me but yet his balls were now banging into mine and I didn’t even put up a fight. Did I let him fuck me because he had been so commanding, so alpha, so direct and forceful?

 

The sensation of being fucked by this bodybuilder was more than I could stand. I spread my legs a little wider to lower my ass, and somehow that gave him the ability to push more of his cock into my asshole. As he continued pounding me I began to feel his sweat and smell his musk. The shirt I smelled earlier was nothing compared to the cloud of sexy musk his hard body was producing.

 

I couldn’t take it anymore. My orgasm exploded. For the first time in my life, my cock shot wads of cum by anal stimulation alone. It hit the wall and oozed down to the floor. Then his breathing increased and his body grew stiff, and he plunged his cock deep inside me one final time.

 

“Yeah!” he yelled as his cock lifted me up off my feet and a flood of cum spewed into my ass. He held his cock there as his balls emptied themselves into me, and I knew what he had said would be true. I wouldn’t be able to walk right for a week. I had a feeling there was simply too much cum in my ass not to flow out again when he pulled his cock out of me.

 

He held onto me and continued to jam his cock into me through the aftershocks of his orgasm, and then he slowly fucked me until he had a second orgasm. When my feet touched the floor again, he slowly pulled all of his cock out except the head. He plunged in as if to shove his seed deep into my body and then he stepped backwards breathing heavily. He grabbed my shirt and stuffed it in my ass crack as he led me to his shower. He had taken the small bedroom I used as an office and expanded his bathroom to near spa like size. When he squatted over a bidet and washed his cock that was when I saw him pull off the nearly empty condom.

 

“On the bidet!” he ordered. He had an ass wash nozzle and he filled me as I leaned forward. Muck shot out of me. He did it several times until the water was clear. Then he was pushing me into the shower. “Ok now wash me,” he demanded. I used my hands without a washcloth so I could feel every inch of his physique. By the time I was finished we were both hard again. He moved behind me.

 

“I just want you to know I was a virgin,” I said.

 

“I know,” he whispered, his chin again on my shoulder. “I don’t put naked cock in dirty places but since I cleaned you out,” he chuckled. His tongue licked my earlobe before he sucked it between his lips. His massive arms wrapped around me again. “I am going to fuck you bareback. Do you understand? I am going to stick it in you, and I am going to fuck you. I am going make your hole my personal cum dump. And this time there is nothing… between… you… and me,” he said between each thrust. When he was balls deep he stopped. “Fuck you are so tight,” he groaned. He fucked me and filled me with cum while standing under the shower, then he fucked me again on the shower floor, sitting, in his bed, on the cushioned bench at the foot of his bed, and once again in the shower. It took the rest of the weekend for me to recover.

 

Monday I headed out of town for a week long training seminar. When I returned I didn’t see his BMW in the parking space and looking into his townhouse through the sliding glass doors from the courtyard I saw there was no furniture. Had I imagined the whole thing? My ass said no. My brain had doubts. Then I saw a woman enter the house. She made a bee-line to the glass patio doors and unlocked them.

 

“To late,” she cheerily proclaimed. “The townhouse sold last week! We did some renovations and staged the home. Would you like to take a look around? My company has done three of these townhouse renovations and they sell fast. I assume since you were in the courtyard you own a townhouse.”

 

“Yes, I saw workmen and I saw the furniture… through the window… I was out of town last week.”

 

“We could renovate your unit and sell it if you are interested. This was only listed for two days before it sold. We expand the bathroom downstairs and make a master suite. Upstairs we reconfigure the bedrooms by closing in the loft so there are still three bedrooms but now there are three bathrooms with walk-in closets. It is great for families or singles sharing a residence.”

 

“So was anybody staying here? I saw a BMW in the parking space.”

 

“That belongs to the boss. He and his wife were on a six week cruise and he parked it here because this place is closer to the airport than his house. The parking is secure. He asked me to drive it now and then. Was somebody in the house? A workman perhaps?”

 

“The door was open when I went to get my mail,” I explained. I didn’t say anything else except I might consider having her company renovate my place. She began selling hard and she got my cell number. My place could use a facelift but it all depended on how much the renovations cost.

 

So that solved the mystery of the mail, the mailbox, and the BMW but I still didn’t know his name. I needed to ask him about the changes I was beginning to see in my body. I needed to ask him why I had developed this need to be at the gym five to six days a week to work out for a couple hours. I wanted to ask how I grew an inch taller. Most of all I wanted to ask him if he had anything to do with my dick growing longer and my balls doubling in size causing them to hanging lower.

 

“You know Carter could have been here. Carter is…” she sort of blushed. “Carter is memorable. Tall, strong… assertive… Kind of like Superman and Captain America rolled into one. Handsome to a fault! I asked him to pick up the boss at the airport.”

 

“A co-worker?” I asked.

 

“I wish,” she sighed. She gave no other information. She was persistent and soon I agreed to renovate and sell when I found out what the townhouse next to mine sold for. What furniture I kept went into storage and I rented a room from a friend. The basement apartment’s living room was his gym so it was a good setup for me; I was steps from a gym. It helped explain my slow transformation. Six weeks later I went back to my townhouse to check on the progress and was shocked to see the renovations were complete and the house was in the process of being staged.

 

“I’ve been looking for you,” I heard in my left ear as two gigantic arms surrounded my chest. I reached back and felt a naked body behind me. He lifted off my shirt and opened my shorts as I kicked off my sandals. “Fuckkkk!” he said as he ran his hands over my much improved physique. He groaned when he felt my cock and balls. “I just want you to know,” he whispered, his chin was on my shoulder digging his beard into my skin, his hot breath was against my ear. His tongue licked my earlobe before he sucked it between his lips. His massive arms tightened around me like two pythons. “I am going to stick my big cock up inside you. Do you understand? I am going to stick it in you, and I am going to fuck you. I am going to use your hole as my personal cum dump. And you are not going to do anything but stand here and take it. Are you cleaned out?” he whispered. I nodded. It was a habit I acquired. He groaned. “This time you aren’t getting away. When we finish you’re coming home with me.”

 

It wasn’t a suggestion, it was an order.

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Mirrored Elevator

I ate the breakfast buffet and was headed back to my room to pack up and check out. The sales trip was a bust and I was heading home a day early. I absentmindedly stepped onto the elevator and was taken aback by the pair of muscle studs riding upstairs from the gym. They said they were staying in the hotel while their house was being panted. They were certainly brothers and possibly twins. An Ipad was shoved into my hands and I was ordered to take some pictures. When the elevator stopped I was seven floors above my room. I hadn’t even pressed the button for my floor. The doors opened and fresh air replaced the heavy gym musk that filled the movable mirrored room. They sort of ushered me out into the hall to look at the pictures. My head was swimming. They stood behind me and reached around my body to point at the shots they liked as I scrolled through the pictures. They were so tall their pecs rubbed against my shoulders.

 

“Hey there are more pictures of you than me cuz,” the one on my left complained.

 

“Cousins? I thought you were brothers,” I said.

 

“Hey, that’s funny. How about taking some more shots of cry baby,” the guy on the right said as he opened the door behind me. “He really is my brother although we aren’t related at all. The egg donor and the sperm donor were giving away fertilized eggs and we got implanted in two couples that were friends and neighbors. Legally we aren’t related but our DNA says we are brothers.”

 

“Pose for him Rick,” the guy behind me said. 

 

“You got it Rob.”

 

Rick began to strip until he was just wearing posers. I was happily snapping away when Rob stepped around me totally naked and began to match poses with Rick. Then Rick stripped off his posers.

 

“Okay guys I have to go,” I said red faced. My cock was rock hard.

 

“Spoilsport,” Rick protested. “You got more naked pictures of Rob!” Rob looked at me and tipped his head telling me to get more pictures of his brother. Rick stood next to me. Rick’s six inch soft cock began to get hard and I began to notice the strong musk I smelled in the elevator. I sort of blanked out and the next thing I knew it was dark outside and I was naked between the muscle brothers in the king size bed. My cock was sore from fucking and my ass was leaking cum. I began to softly sob.

 

“What’s the matter?” Rick asked.

 

“I’ve been fucked by two muscle studs and I was passed out.”

 

“That means it’s time for round two,” Rob said as he ran his hands over my body. His hard prick hit my hip. “Your turn to go first Rick,” he smiled. Rick mounted me and we traded fucks between the three of us all night long. When I got back to my room there was a message from the front desk. Two of the clients that didn’t buy anything were asking for a lunch meeting with me. My competitor had informed them that there was a warehouse fire and they couldn’t deliver what had been ordered. The standing order I got was more than my yearly quota so whatever else I sold during the year just gravy.

 

Now once a month when I come to town I stay with Rick and Rob for a long four day weekend. I’d like to tell you they welcome me because of my charisma and charm but that would be a lie. The truth is they love to ride my foot long cock while I worship their rock hard hot bodies. Personally I can’t go more than a month without being filled with load after load of the two studs muscle cum.

 

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COWBOY

 

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COWBOY

“What you hiding there cowboy,” I asked as I ran my hands over his pecs to tweak his nipples.

 

“I’m warning you…” he groaned as I worshiped and kissed his hard physique.

 

“The cowboy’s back at the ranch said your pecker is tiny,” I teased. I bent and sucked his nipple which had him bucking like a bronco. He turned to his side and hung his hat on the shade of the lamp next to the bed. He extinguished the light and rolled to his back.  Only the dim moonlight lit his body and his crotch was in deep shadow. He pulled me down on top of his hard body and the real lovemaking began. He played with my butt and injected some lube in my hole. It smelled strange. I straddled his chest and let him lick my hard cock.

 

“You gotta ride me,” he moaned as his strong arms pushed my butt down below his navel. I jumped when I felt his hard cock hitting eight or ten inches above my tailbone. I knelt up for a personal feel and the thick stalk was at least twelve inches long. He squirted some K-Y on his cock and brought the tip to my hole.

 

“I don’t think it will fit,” I said with trepidation.

 

“Yeah it will,” he said from experience and utmost confidence. “You are in control of how fast I enter you,” he added. When the head popped in I couldn’t breathe. He grabbed my hips and I relaxed. My weight shoved a couple more inches into me. I lifted up and he thrust upwards. I put my chest to his to try and escape and he rolled us over and began to fuck me in earnest. When all was said and done I took every inch of his cock before he filled my ass with his cum.

 

“There ain’t nothing tiny about that dick of yours,” I commented during the afterglow. “So why do they call you Tiny,” I asked.

 

“I’m guess I’m a grower and not a shower. My cock looks like a hot dog when I’m soft,” he said as he pulled me tighter against his side. “You took it like a real man,” he added. “It’s you and me up here in the high pasture for the next six weeks.”

 

The guys at the ranch let it slip that when Tiny gets in the mood he wears women out by fucking six or eight times a night. He wouldn’t confirm or deny that rumor but anytime I touched him he was ready to fuck. That first week alone proved that eight times a day was a very low number. “Partner,” he said to me, “I think I finally found a guy that likes to fuck as much as I do.”

 

After the first dusting of snow we brought the herd down and then we moved in together. It just seemed like the natural thing to do. Yeah there were cat calls and questions about his stamina and they wanted to know if eight was an accurate number. I told them to go ask Tiny and if they asked Tiny he would just smile.

 

 

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The Paris Metro

 

I was in the Paris Metro trying to figure out how to get back to my hotel. As you may or may not know all the Metro lines are numbered and my hotel was on #8 and although I had instructions from the concierge at the moment I was a bit turned around. Finally after studying the map I was on the right platform heading in the right direction. It was late and I normally was finished with dinner at one of the Bistro’s near where I was staying. I wanted to do the night time river cruise to capture the lights reflecting off the water. 

 

That late the stations were more deserted than when I normally traveled so I was being cautious as any American traveling alone should be. Growing up in a big city I knew to have my ID, one credit card, and just a little cash on my person while touring the city. I always carried my cell phone for pictures and I always had a business card from the hotel in case I had to take a cab. The phone was useless for phone calls except maybe back to the hotel where I knew they spoke English and could help me. I carried the phone because it took damn good pictures which I downloaded to my laptop nightly.

 

I had just missed a train so I knew it would be a few minutes. Looking around I saw a placard showing food which made my stomach rumble. I was about to snap a picture of it when this big muscle dude stepped in front of the camera phone. I rolled my eyes and gestured for him to move with a Merci. I was considering finding the restaurant and then taking a cab home.

 

“Is the food good here?” I asked him. “Bonne nourriture?” I asked murdering the pronunciation.

 

“Oui, Za food ur… tasty,” he said as he gave me a thumbs up. “I know English,” he added. “I am Pierre.”

 

“Je suis Jack,” I said using the little French I learned. “Is this far from here?” I asked.

 

“Oui, near Louvre,” he smiled. “You are hungry?” he asked. I knew by the way he said it that it could have a double meaning. 

 

“I have not eaten,” I said. “Supper,” I added. I felt myself slipping into a hole I was digging. He was obviously on the prowl and I was flattered he was targeting me but at the same time it was frightening. Was I saying things that had a double meaning no matter what language?

 

“Above is a Bistro,” he hesitated as if he wasn’t sure that was correct. Just then there was an announcement in rapid French that echoed through the station. I looked at him and pointed up.

 

“What?” I asked.

 

“He say no more service on #8 until morning because of fixing tracks.” he translated and then he flipped his head for me to follow him. We walked a block or so before I saw the Bistro and I smiled. Just as we were about to get to the corner he stopped and put a key in the door. “Above is a Bistro… j'habite. I looked the word up on my phone and my jaw dropped.

 

“You live above the Bistro,”

 

“Oui,” he grinned and then repeated what I said. “Viens chez moi… come to my home. I a’ve food. I work…I cook,” he pointed at the Bistro. I hesitated but I followed him upstairs. In his kitchen I watched as he worked. In less than fifteen minutes he turned ordinary chicken and vegetables into Chicken Dijon. He poured two glasses of wine from the bottle he used to deglaze the pan and then he took off his apron and sat with me to eat. It was one of the best things I ever ate in Paris especially since he only wore the tight black sleeveless t-shirt which molded to every inch of his incredible physique.

 

I was mellow from the wine and he seemed to get nervous as he cleaned the dishes. He poured me more wine and like a fool I drank it. It was good but I was too tipsy from just two glasses of wine for it not to be drugged.  

 

“I must go,” I said.

 

“Taxi,” he asked with a smile. I pulled the hotel business card out of my pocket, nodded, and grinned.

 

 “Merci,” I said as I reached for the door. He pressed his huge body against my back and spoke in rapid French. He turned my back to the door and kissed me like I’ve never been kissed before. After that there were snatches of memories. Being lowered onto fresh clean sheets, seeing his extremely muscular naked body hovering over mine, my orgasm as I clawed his ripped body and the empty feeling he left each time his cock vacated my ass. Yes multiple times! Then I was standing in the rain. Pierre half carried me back upstairs.

 

I opened my eyes and sunlight was streaming in the windows. Someone was whistling. You know sometimes I hate morning people. I stumbled out of bed and I was naked. I didn’t smell of sex and my ass wasn’t sore. The sheets on the bed were not stained with cum. I wrapped in a sheet and followed the smells coming from the kitchen. I stood at the doorway watching the muscle on his body flow and ripple. He was naked except for the apron and I was getting a boner that was obvious even under the sheet I had wrapped around my waist.

 

“Jacques,” he called out as if I was still in the bedroom. He was still busy at the stove as I walked up and dropped the sheet. I reached over his shoulders and rested hand on his chest. My hardness pressed against his ass crack as I folded my body around his physique. Undaunted he plated the two omelets and turned off the stove. He opened my hands and turned to face me. There was a huge tent in his apron.

 

“Mon amie mon amant,” he said.

 

“My friend my…”

 

“Lover,” he translated. “You were angry in the rain. You make me guilty of drugs given to you.” He held up a small cloth bag with chocolate candy in it that was on the table last night. “One of my friend give this to me. You eat one of this while I cook.”

 

“The chocolate was bitter.” I said.

 

“The chocolate was drugs in it. My friend comes last night to see if I have like his chocolate. I take his key to my apartment and take you back from the rain.” he explained.

 

“I dreamt we had sex,” I said.

 

“You come to my room after my no longer friend has leave. Za food she is getting cold.” he said as he made me sit.

 

I checked out of my hotel that afternoon and spent the next month in Paris with Pierre… learning French. Okay, okay learning French and fucking my brains out. I did have to go home to get a visa and vacate my apartment but Pierre was at the airport in Paris to greet me. After we hugged he handed me that bag filled with new chocolates.

 

“I hope zis candy have the same thing as when you eat from this bag long ago. Chocolate is za aphrodisiac even not… how you say… spiked.” 

 

I popped a piece in my mouth and whispered in his ear. “I want to rip your clothes off and have my way with you right here.”

 

It took a minute for him to catch my drift but then he grabbed the candy and ate two pieces with a shit eating grin on his face.

 

I didn’t unpack for days.

 

 

 

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Roger Packington Harper VI

 

He was riding on the back of the Harley of my opponent. He looked oddly out of place dressed in leathers and jeans. Tough, sexy, and stoic yet he wasn’t a thug, goon, or hoodlum like the others in the gang. To me it looked like a classic case of Stockholm Syndrome. He was part of a high-profile kidnapping and hostage case where he appeared to develop sympathy with his captors and joined the gang.

I placed my wager on the table which was five (5) one ounce gold coins. He presented the kid as his wager. I took three coins back and he said the deal was off. I put one back as he started to walk away. I returned one more coin and he hesitated until I tossed the last coin back. As he came back to the table he didn’t know I had ten more coins I was willing to wager.

Several shots of fine whiskey were lifted before the arm wrestling contest began. I let him win the first round and the whiskey flowed. I took the second round after almost losing. I rubbed my arm pretending it was sore. He wagered his Harley along with the kid. I added all my coins to the table and I could see the greed in his eyes. There was enough gold on the table to buy a new Harley.

When it was time for the deciding match I pushed the button inside the top of my boot activating the GPS signal. I finished him off in ten seconds and scooped up my coins. He called foul and the judges ruled against him. I grabbed the kid and moved away.

“Keep your Harley,” I said as the helicopter approached. The judges were in their truck and speeding away. I shoved the kid into the chopper and we were lifting off before I was fully in. 

Once we were at the posh hotel his very wealthy family reserved for us, I made the call that I had him. The private plane was in the air and they would be at the airport within two hours. I was to clean him up and burn the clothes he was wearing. He heard the whole conversation.

“I’m only going back because of the money,” he said as he unzipped the jacket. The kid was a stud. “I want to give you something that money can’t buy,” he continued

I was no stranger to man sex but he took me to places I had never been before. Finally I muscled him into the shower and that may have been the ultimate mistake. He took the lovemaking to the next level and I barely kept the upper hand. The kid was insatiable bordering on the male equivalent of nymphomania. When I finished fucking him he fell to his knees. I cleaned him up and as I dried my body he inserted a butt plug to keep my seed inside him.

“It has been a long time since somebody satisfied me,” he told me.

The clothes changed him into an upper crust stud–man about town. He poured himself a drink and lounged in the suite. His family was minutes from arriving, yet he was still coming on to me. He admitted that sex with me was better than he ever had.

When the family arrived he became the college boy victim of kidnapping. He was almost a twink and pure as the driven snow. Ah the rich!

Roger Packington Harper IV (His grandfather) shook my hand as my charge Roger Packington Harper VI was hugged by his mother. Food arrived and the festive family reunion began. I was taken aside and the transfer to my offshore account was complete. Then Roger Packington Harper V my charge’s father approached me.

“My son suggested that I hire you as his bodyguard,” he said. I shook my head no but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He doubled the original salary offered and I continued to shake my head in disbelief. The kid had more street savvy than I did. He would devastate me in bed. My cock and balls would stay sore. Then Roger Packington Harper V added an expense account and company medical benefits.

“I’ll consider it,” I said. “I’ll need to talk to your son. We’ll need to define the job. I need to have time to scrutinize the package.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Roger Packington Harper V said as he lifted his drink.

To make a long negotiation story short. I was on the private jet with the family. The deal was cemented the next day by none other than my charge when he discreetly handed me the butt plug and told me he was running on empty.

 

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MARDI GRAS BALL

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February 25, 2020- Today is Fat Tuesday or Mardi Gras Day. There are hundreds of thousands of people on the streets of New Orleans and throughout the region watching parades, having parties, getting together with friends, eating and drinking.  I had my first beer at 8 am this morning when I walked into a friends home to celebrate the day. If you have never been to our Mardi Gras celebration you should put it on your bucket list.  Today I have a story for you that has a bit of local flavor most people don't get to experience as some of us locals poke fun at the high society Mardi Gras balls. Of course the story involves muscles and muscle growth. Enjoy and Happy Mardi Gras!

 

MARDI GRAS BALL

 

I attended the Krewe of Krazy’s Carnival Ball on Mardi Gras night dressed as Bonnie the gangster of Bonnie and Clyde fame. My costume was complete with a 1920′s hat, a wig, flapper dress, sparkly shoes, white gloves to cover my man-hands, and a violin case filled with my booze bottle and a subway sandwich for my supper. The Krewe provided king cake and beer plus ice and water as mixers for the BYO Liquor. There was a band and dancing but mostly it was getting together with your neighbors and friends. I arrived with the party in progress and nobody recognized me.

 

A Mardi Gras Krewe can be any organized group that party during the Mardi Gras season which starts on January 6th and ends on Fat Tuesday which is the day before Ash Wednesday. Our neighborhood group started as a small street party and as it grew we rented a hall and charged just enough admission to pay for the hall, the food, and the bands. Some people like myself no longer live in the neighborhood but we still go to the party.

 

I danced with guys and they tried to figure out who I was. At first I didn’t dance with anyone that knew me but I realized it was so loud in the hall nobody could hear me very well since I played like I had laryngitis. As a tradition the committee that runs the Krewe picks the king and queen of the ball the night of the party. Sometimes it is the most outlandish costume, sometimes it is the sexiest costume, sometimes it is the most mysterious costume, and sometimes the choice makes no sense at all.

 

I was chosen queen! Not bad for a gay guy in drag. George my former neighbor ushered me forward with his hand on my elbow. They put a paper crown on top of my hat and handed me a plastic scepter.

 

“Sally Bartlett,” I whispered into the mike making my voice crack. “I am the guest of Clyde Barrow AKA Tom Walker who was supposed to meet me here.” They all clapped at the mention of Tom Walker. They had no idea they were looking at Tom Walker.

 

“And our king is Mark Weston!”

 

A cheer went up in the back corner and the guy reluctantly stood. He was tall and wore a jester hat and a frilly collar. His friends made room for him to pass and when I saw him my knees got weak and my cock got painfully hard in the spandex shorts that I had on under the dress. The harlequin pants rode low on his hips and a teardrop jewel hung from a pierced nipple on the biggest most muscular chest I had ever seen. That was a costume I would expect to see in the gayest part of the French Quarter where I live and not at this ball.

 

As he made his way to the middle of the floor he pulled up the spaghetti straps and hooked them over his massive shoulders. I thought I might cum when his huge arms flexed. It was like a wrestlers singlet cut low enough to expose his belly button. If anything it made the bodybuilder look even sexier. They crowned him and we promenaded around the dance floor waving our plastic scepters to the adoring crowd. The music during the promenade was provided by the committee who held their noses and gave and off key rendition of the Mardi Gras March.

 

We were shown to lawn chairs where the Krewe members could pay tribute with Mardi Gras beads and fake roses they bought at the drug store or caught on the street during the parades. Everyone was totally mocking the upper crust Krewe’s of Rex and Comus who were having their lavish balls downtown. Sometimes I really thought that they think they are royals with all the pomp and traditions they have. Then it was time for the king and queen to dance and they played a Tango at the king’s request.

 

“A for real Tango or are we going to mock the Tango,” I whispered.

 

“Real if you can do it,” he said. I pulled out a fake rose to put in my teeth and tied my shawl around my hips. I just hoped the padding I was wearing didn’t dislodge.

 

“No fancy lifts or back bends,” I cautioned as the music started. He kept a decent distance between us and let me do some fancy footwork and then he spun me and I crashed into his muscular body. I knew he felt my hard cock against his gigantic thigh. He paused and his eyes told me he knew I wasn’t a woman. Instead of backing off he danced closer and then he lifted me straight up at arm’s length and let my body (and hard cock) cascade against his hard muscles until my feet touched the floor. As the music ended he bent me backwards. I turned my head to the side so my Adam’s apple wouldn’t be noticed.

 

“So fucking sexy,” he whispered in my ear as he pulled me up against him one last time before we took a bow. I had to go to the ladies room to adjust my makeup and padding. The party continued until about 11pm and the Jester danced with me on and off all night long. The ball ended before midnight so people could get their babysitters home. My feet were killing me and Mark wanted to take me home. I had my car so he walked me out to the parking lot.

 

“Give me your phone number so I can meet up with you after I ditch my friends,” he said as he leaned against my open window. “No,” I said for the tenth time as I handed him a scrap of paper which he palmed. I drove away into the night. I could picture him telling his friends that I told him no and drove away angry. I parked in my leased parking spot and walked to the house. By the time I opened my front door my phone was ringing. Mark wanted to come over but I was reluctant to meet him at the house.

 

“If you can find me on Bourbon Street I’ll let you buy me a drink,” I chuckled.

 

“In the 800 block of Bourbon is Oz the gay bar. I’ll be out front,” he said.

 

“You’ll be mauled by the boys in the bar before I get there,” I laughed. I stripped out of the costume, washed off the makeup, and pulled on jeans and a sweatshirt. I had to see what would happen if I didn’t show up in costume. I walked into the bar to get a beer and he walked up right behind me.

 

“A beer for my friend and me,” he said to the bartender who stood there like a deer in headlights. “Even sexier without the dress,” he muttered. Mark moved against me. It was alike a wall of muscle was pressing against my back. His musk surrounded me and it smelled like sex.

 

“How did you know it was me?”

 

“My secret!” he laughed. He tapped my phone with his finger. “Tracking device.”

 

A cascade of sexual yearning spilled into my cock making it harder than it had been all night. My balls tingled and my mouth went dry. The bartender set the beers down and took the money. I took a long sip of beer and by the time my mouth felt hydrated the bartender returned with the change. In the mean time I turned to face Mark.

 

He wore a white T-shirt that hugged his body like a second skin. The single pierced nipple minus the large jewel pressed against the thin cotton. The nipple ring had been replaced with a barbell stud complete with what looked like miniature weights. I could see every defined muscle that stretched across his huge frame. In his costume there was no indication of hair color but I wasn’t surprised to see blond hair cut high and tight like some jarhead Marine.

 

“Thanks for defending our country,” I told him and he smiled. He leaned down and kissed me on the lips. His tongue playfully brushed around the inside of my mouth before retreating. Intense sexual heat surrounded me and made me go a little weak in the knees. I licked my lips.

 

“Fuck dude, you even taste like sex,” I hissed. Mark started to sway with the music and he began rubbing his stiff prick against my leg. I swallowed hard and took a long drink of beer. Waves of sexual bliss seemed to wash over me. He ran his finger along the outline of my shaft and then rubbed his palm against my hardness.

 

“You’re so fucking sexy. You’re the sexiest fucker in this bar, did you know that?”

 

“Besides you,” I added as I set the nearly empty beer bottle on the bar.

 

“Do you think they are looking at me?” Mark asked as he shook his head in disbelief. “They are looking at you my friend.”

 

“Have you ever looked in a mirror?” I laughed. “I’m going home. Mardi Gras is over for me.” I looked at my watch and it was just after midnight. From the door I could hear the mounted police using bullhorns telling everyone to “Clear the streets Mardi Gras is over!” and I could see the legion of street sweepers washing away the debris left by the revelers. I turned down St. Ann Street and Mark was right beside me. I came to the ten foot high wall that hid my house from Royal Street and put my key in the gate lock. Mark stood there looking at my back. “Coming?” I asked. He grinned and rushed past me. Just inside the front door he stripped us nearly naked. My briefs were tented and left nothing to the imagination.

 

“Fuck,” I said as I touched his body and kissed him in the dim light. I shoved his thong off his butt. He wrapped his arms around me and began to hump his huge hard cock against my body.

 

“After the Tango I wanted to rip off your clothes and fuck you right there on the dance floor,” he whispered.

 

“That would have been… revealing,” I said coyly. “What about now?” I added as I pushed the thong toward his knees. His hands moved to my hips and they began to stretch my briefs until they ripped apart and fell at my feet. He kicked off his thong and we stood there naked kissing.

 

I gasped for air when the kiss broke. My cock was leaking trails of slime all over his abs. My knees were weak.

 

“Are you going to take me to bed or are we gonna fuck right here in the foyer?” he groaned breathlessly. Suddenly adrenaline kicked in or something because I was tugging his hand and leading him to my bedroom. He took me in his arms and we fell into bed. He straddled me and I expected that his huge cock would soon be between my legs but instead my shaft was rubbing his ass crack. “Lube?” he whispered with urgency. I pulled open the drawer. He leaned his hard body against mine rubbing our chests together. He reached behind him and drenched my cock before he impaled himself on my hard throbbing cock. He trembled as he bottomed out and his ass was spasming up and down the length of my cock producing waves of pleasure that was moving me to the brink of orgasm.

 

“Oh fuck! If you don’t stop… it will be over… before it starts,” I moaned. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up so we were again chest to chest.

 

“It doesn’t start until you cum in me,” he groaned. His ass gyrated and it brought me closer and closer to the brink. He released me and began to ride my cock as I thrust up to meet his down stroke. The orgasmic feelings built and built but it was as if some invisible force held my cum in my balls. Covered with sweat I repeatedly slammed into his ass until he lowered his full weight onto my hips and began to spew cum all over my body. His ass clamping my cock was the trigger for my massive orgasm. Chest to chest his body weight was crushing me into the bed.

 

“Are you ready to be fucked?” he whispered in my ear.

 

“If I had a body like yours…” I gasped. “Strength, power, and limitless… cum?” I chuckled. “I need to catch my breath,” I said as my softening cock pulled free. He rolled to his back and I snuggled against his left side. After a moment I licked his left nipple and toyed with the barbell replica in his right nipple. His left hand cupped my ass and pulled my lower body against his thigh. My soft cock began to chub as soon as it touched his muscles. He moved me up for a kiss as his fingers toyed with my ass crack.

 

“What if you had a body like mine?” he asked.

 

“I guess I’d have your seductive power and limitless cum,” I teased. “Every head would turn when I walked into a bar,” I said before he could reply. “I could pick up a guy like me on a whim. I could Tango him into bed. I suppose I’d have to eat right and spend hours in the gym having guys drool over my physique. I’d have to be like Superman always doing good deeds. Helping people like a superhero and fighting evil. Why do you ask?” I chuckled.

 

“Nothing about bedding a guy like me every night,” he asked.

 

“Oh, that is a given. I’d have you in bed morning, noon, and night!” I was dead serious and so was my face.

 

“Would you fuck me or are you a total bottom?”

 

“Morning, noon, and night… sometimes more if you’d let me.” I said lifting myself and looking into his eyes.

 

“Let’s shower and go to Café Du Monde for coffee and beignets,” Mark said as he hopped out of bed and jumped into the shower. I joined him after changing the sheets. I scrubbed his back and when he faced me he grabbed my ass and pulled me against him. His big boner rested on my abs.

 

“I wish I was as muscular as you are so you could feel what I’m feeling,” I said as I looked into his eyes.

 

“You sure? That’s what you want?” he grinned as he flexed.

 

“Absolutely,” I said as I reached for his nipples. I was surprised that he had removed the fake barbell from his right nipple to shower. I felt a needle stick in my ass cheek and I tried to pull away from his strong grip. He held up the barbell nipple ring and I saw one end was missing. A needle stuck out of the missing end and on the other end was a button that would inject the contents of the solid gold mini-hypodermic needle. “What the hell?” I yelled as I pulled away. He shut off the water.

 

“This is what will fulfill your wish to be muscular,” he said as he screwed on the missing end. “In a few minutes, you’re going to start to feel very warm. You’ll feel like you’re burning up. Not only your skin, but your insides too… everything including your dick and balls will…”

 

“What about my dick and balls?”

 

My dick began inflating in seconds and it felt like it was stretching my skin tighter and tighter. My balls began swelling and drooping lower and lower like my ball sack was being stretched by some heavy weights. I was so hot I had to sit on the floor.

 

Mark pointed his hard cock at me and then he shot a volley at my chest that felt hot, wet, and almost thirst quenching. His cum dripped down my chest and into my crotch. The next salvo hit my legs and he started to laugh as he let loose volley after volley of hot white cum which felt like it covered every inch of my skin. I ran my hands through his cream and I didn’t want him to stop. The heat was building in me like an oven and I started to concentrate on the heat, because it felt good. It felt like I was having sex. Everything was hot, and hard, and tingling. I was hitting the first rush of whatever he injected in my ass and it felt fucking amazing.

 

“You’re feeling it now,” Mark smiled. “It feels so good, doesn’t it? Yeah, I remember.” I felt his arms surround me, his muscles pressing his body on mine. His hand was behind my neck and I sank into his huge physique. I felt his lips brushing mine. He was breathing hard looking at my cum-soaked body. More cum hit my cock and balls. My whole body, every muscle, began to tighten and grow.

 

Then I felt it in my balls. They began to ache like they had been kicked by a mule. My whole body was aflame. Mark stood and doused me with more cum which seemed to help quench the burning. Wave after wave of heat followed by his cum racked my body until I felt an orgasm building. My body began to spasm on the shower floor and I began to cum. I could feel my whole body swell and throb as if some fire hydrant valve had been opened and was pumping me up like a water balloon. Mark held a plastic Mardi Gras cup I caught at a parade under my cock to collect some of my cum. They were a matched set and they each held four cups of water. The cups were more for décor than for use. The pain had subsided and the heat was gone but I was cumming like I never had before.

 

He filled two 16oz cups with my cream and I was still cumming and cumming and cumming! I held my cock upright and the cum was shooting higher than Mark’s head before it started to slow only shooting out in dribbles and it began to stop. Cum was everywhere. I must have shot gallons and gallons of cum because there was slime dripping down the tiles and shower curtain. I was wallowing in a layer of cum on the shower floor. He turned on the shower and helped me to my feet as the mess ran down the drain. The bathroom smelled of male musk and hot sex. Mark stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest.

 

I lifted his hand to kiss it and when I looked down my chest was swollen. The two plate-like pecs were separated with a deep cleft. I lifted my arm and flexed. The girth of my arm had doubled. My twink swimmers physique was gone. I chuckled thinking how I would never fit into that dress again. Fortunately it was a rented costume. I turned to face Mark for an explanation and I realized that I was no longer a foot shorter than him. I was slightly taller by an inch or two.

 

“Yes you’re bigger. You have to be, for what comes next,” he smiled.

 

“Like what?”

 

“Mostly internal stuff too like bones and organs so your body can handle what is coming next. The majority of the changes take up to a week but that depends on your metabolism and present health. They just don’t know.”

 

“They?”

 

“If you pay attention you can feel it? Your body is probably vibrating inside like a very low pitch tuning fork.” He ran his hands over my body and pulled me in for another kiss. “Once your body is ready internally the changes will start. They start off slow but then start to speed up in about 8 to 10 hours. At 16 to 24 hours there will be almost constant growth, but it isn’t just size, you’ll be growing in power and strength too. You may get a bit taller. You will be totally immune to diseases. You can’t get cancer, a cold or an STD. The pheromones will kick in and slowly you’ll understand how to use them. The libido will be like a persistent buzz making you willing and able to fuck anyone you chose. Fortunately you can control your libido with your intellect. Lastly your IQ will increase. No promises but there have been cases where the IQ doubled and even tripled.”

 

“I can’t wait,” I whispered.

 

“Excellent. Let me tell you what’s going to happen next.” Mark moved his hand up and down my fat prick and then he began to wash my body. I could feel a cascade of orgasmic pleasure erupt through my body as he rubbed against me. “You will eventually turn into a model of male perfection.”

 

“Like you,” I injected.

 

“Perhaps better than me but be patient. You will have to change your identity. Sell your home and business to a fictitious cousin. Call everyone and tell them you met someone at Mardi Gras and are moving to France and then you can become your taller more muscular fictitious cousin.”

 

Mark let me luxuriate in the shower while he ordered some pizza. I slowly dried my body as I admired my new physique. Swimmer skinny to muscular gymnast in just a few hours, I thought as I looked in the mirror and flexed.

 

“Food is here!” Mark called out. I noticed that the cups full of cum was missing. When I went to the door Mark was on the phone talking in hushed tones. “That was the only container available in the bathroom. Yes Sir,” he whispered.

 

“Who is open this late to deliver hot pizzas?” I said grabbing a huge slice.

 

“Mama Rosa, up on Esplanade,” he called out to me and then he finished the call in an ordinary voice.

 

“Who was that on the phone?” I asked.

 

“You’ll know soon that I… and now you… We belong to an organization which is like a federation of men… which I’ll explain later… and that initial orgasm you had… the cum is valuable. It is distilled down to form the serum I injected into you. The doctor was complaining about the plastic cups and the milk jug I used as collection devices,” he said looking flustered.

 

“There are more of you?” I smiled.

 

“Yes. All of them with a massive libido,” he grinned. “But right now you are mine!”

 

When the pizza was gone he took me to bed and gave me a sample of his prowess and staying power. Formerly fucking once before going to sleep would have satisfied me but I think we only slept an hour and fucked the rest of the night away. When we awoke at dawn I was ready for more.

 

I had no idea how much ‘more’ there would be.

 

DAC

THE GIFT

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THE GIFT

 

Today I received a package and inside the box were briefs. The note said I should wear them in the shower and something magical would happen. The note was signed Brad. I don’t know anyone named Brad. As the water ran over my body my cock started to harden. I never felt so sexy. I read the brand name on his briefs and to me it said PET IT. So I did. An earth shattering orgasm had me on my knees. The room started spinning and the next thing I knew I was being pelted with ice cold shower water. Still incoherent, it didn’t make any sense that the shower was filled with steam. The water was cold but I was hot and there was this hissing sound like hot steel being quenched in water. When I passed out I must have blocked the drain because I was laying in several inches of water. I sat up and realized the steam was coming from my body.

After standing under the ice cold water for about thirty minutes I finally felt cool. I had been in the shower so long, night had fallen and my fingers were beginning to prune. I dried my body in the dark and pulled on the oversize tank top I wear to bed like a nightshirt. Normally it comes to my knees but it barely covered my ass. I flipped on the lights and tripped over my own feet when I saw my reflection.

My phone buzzed with a text message.

This is Brad. Have you showered? Text me a picture.

I texted back.

Who R U.

Text me a picture, he replied. Text me or you will continue to grow taller and more muscular.

BS Who r U. I shot back.

Right about now the heat should start to build up again. Your cock will grow first. If your dick is hard it should be about a foot long by now. Get in the shower now to cool down or the heat will be unbearable. The next growth spurt might kill you but you can save yourself by sending that picture.

I knew he must be older because he used no text abbreviations. Standing there I began to feel feverish. I started shaking and there was pain all over my body. I looked in the mirror and my hard cock was twice as long as it was this morning. I could hardly see my cock over my huge pecs. I lifted my phone and took a picture. It took all my strength and mental ability to send the photo.

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I could see my arm growing thicker and veins begin to pop out. Sweat began to drip down my back. My fingers hit something and the camera began to film the growth so I sent that too. I was on my hands and knees crawling toward the shower when another text alert buzzed. I could hardly focus on the screen. There was only one word all in capital letters.

STOP

The pain and heat were dissipating. I collapsed on the floor, still conscious but exhausted. The tile absorbed the heat from my skin. Back in the shower I washed in the frigid water and it felt good. I stumbled toward my bed thinking the doorway used to tower a foot or more over my head but now there was only about four inches of clearance. Nobody grows from 5’1” to 6’7” in a few hours. Nobody’s arms go from 12 inches to 24 inches in an afternoon but the mirror reflected a handsome muscular giant.

I closed my eyes suspecting I would awaken from the dream smaller again.

A beam of sunlight made its way to my pillow through the crack in the room darkening drapes. It had to be afternoon if the sun was on this side of the house. It is always my Saturday treat to sleep in. I stretched and rolled out of bed. Throwing open the drapes I was blinded by the light so when I turned and caught my reflection in the mirror I did a double take. Then I touched my buff super muscular body and my cock grew hard.

The text alert on my phone buzzed.

Please text me an updated picture. If you want an explanation we can meet. Brad.

I sent the photo. Full frontal in the mirror (cock covered). Then I flexed my arm and sent him that picture too.

Who R U. I demanded to know.

The download icon showed a large file at 30%… 55%… 70% being downloaded to my phone which I tried to abort… 100% flashed and the phone vibrated. There was a tingle like an electric shock that traveled up my arm causing a bright flash in my brain. I gasped. My brain was absorbing data, facts, and experiences of my journey becoming a bodybuilder but I still remembered the old me. I never belonged to a gym in my old life but years of being a gym rat and watching my physique grow were implanted in my brain. College experiences were implanted; instead of stopping at a bachelor’s degree I now had a PhD. Instead of a dead end job I now owned a multi-billion dollar company that was about to be sold. Instead of being a virgin I was a confirmed bachelor who fathered at least a dozen sons beginning when I was sixteen. I was rich enough to pay their mothers 100K a year to raise the boys until they turned twenty one.

I met Brad in my freshman year of college and within a week we became lovers. I started my company that year and by the end of summer I had three new sons. I couldn’t resist women or having sex with Brad. Brad said if he wasn’t around I would have thirty new kids instead of three.

The doorbell ringing brought me back to the present. I answered using my phone. It was Brad.

“I left my phone and keys in the kitchen,” he said. I unlocked the door via phone and walked downstairs to greet him.

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“Is something wrong Charlie?” he asked as I gawked at his physique.

“Just horny Brad, just horny,” I said as I stroked his pecs.

“Washing the cars can wait,” Brad said pulling me against his body.

“Washing cars dressed like that? Teasing the neighbors again?” I asked.

“Let’s spend the afternoon trading fucks,” Brad suggested. He didn’t have to ask twice.

Things like this would never happen to the old me. Gradually the old reality faded like a once read novel. You always remember the story line but forget the details.

I love this new reality. I love being muscular. I love being rich and I love Brad.

 

DAC

MONTANA STUD RANCH

 

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MONTANA STUD RANCH

 

 

It was just another ranch in Montana that put a one line ad in the paper for a cowboy. They called it a Ranch Hand to make it sound more glorious but nobody was fooled. I didn’t need a job. I was happy where I was so I ignored the ad as apparently just about everybody else in world was doing. It got to be a joke and almost a challenge to be the first to find the ad when the paper came out. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that the ad was in the Penny Pincher paper. We all assumed that the ranch owner was also a penny pincher when it came to salary.

 

I got curious about where this place was so one night I got on the internet to look for it. As far as I could tell it was near the Canada/US border and the closest post office was in a place called Whitlash. Out in the middle of nowhere there were some mountains and the ranch was in those mountains. Google Earth didn’t have high enough resolution to see any ranch buildings and the names on the map like “Old Banks Place” disappeared when you tried to zoom in. It seemed to me like a place you would go to disappear forever.

 

The next time I was in town I got one of those throwaway cell phones and called the number in the advertisement.  A friendly but extremely deep voice answered the phone. I’ve run across one or two men with voices like that and to tell the truth they were virile and sexy as hell. Face to face their voice literally made my insides vibrate with excitement. This guy made that happen on the phone.

 

During the conversation he seemed to be talking me out of considering the job but the longer I talked to him the more I wanted to see his spread. He said the easiest way to get to the ranch was to get myself to Great Falls and they would do the rest.

 

I made arrangements and then told the guys I was going home for my mother’s birthday, which was true, except on the way back I was stopping in Great Falls for a couple days. The trip home was well documented in pictures to prove I was there. I made sure there were gaps of a day where there were no pictures.

 

I got to Great Falls and was met by the pilot that would fly me north–I assumed to the ranch. I’ve faced charging bulls, hung off the edge of a cliff while rock climbing, fallen off horses, and rode bucking broncos but going up in a two seat airplane made me fear for my life for the first time ever. He landed on a road and let me out. He had to take off immediately and he told me I would be picked up by the rancher. When he was gone the only sound was the wind and there was nothing in all directions for miles. I was looking for a car or truck when I heard a helicopter. The pilot could have been a cover guy for a muscle magazine but he wasn’t the man I talked to on the phone. I only thought terror meant the small plane. A helicopter is like a flying fishbowl. I was more than glad when we landed.

 

At last a pickup truck approached, stopped, and then he stepped out. It was the man, the voice on the phone. As expected I saw cowboy boots, the jeans, and a big buckle on the belt around a tiny waist. Then instead of a western shirt he wore a gray t-shirt and that made my jaw drop. Not the shirt but the massive muscles stretching the 6 XL Long shirt. His voice boomed in greeting and my cock nearly exploded. He tossed my bag in the bed of the truck and drove me the last couple of miles to the house. Up close in the truck his arms looked more than a foot wide. In profile his chest and back were at least double the width of his upper arm. His belly was flat and his waist was tiny yet there was plenty of man meat packed behind the zipper in his blue jeans.

 

It was near supper so I was handed a beer and forced, forced I tell you, to talk to the man whose every word almost made me want to cream. He told me about the ranch and the remote pastures they used to graze the cattle. Each valley had a one room cabin to live in while tending the herd. He had pictures and each valley was more breathtaking than the last.  I didn’t notice that the ranch hands had begun to gather for supper until the noise level started to rise in the kitchen. Then Erik stood and offered to introduce me to the guys that were able to make it to supper.

 

Standing among them I felt like a tiny skinny freshman in high school surrounded by all the alpha jocks on a varsity all star football team. It didn’t matter if they wore western shirts, t-shirts, or dress shirts nothing could hide the muscle packed onto their bodies. They ranged in age from twenty to forty years old and there wasn’t an ugly face or a small cock among them. Put me in the bunkhouse and somebody start an orgy! Bottom or top I’d take all of them on.

 

It was still dark when I smelled the breakfast cooking in the kitchen. Half of the guys had already eaten and started their day. Others straggled in as a freshly cooked omelet was put on my plate. I found myself alone in the kitchen drinking coffee when Erik came in wrapped in a sheepskin coat. He poured himself coffee and sat in front of me.

 

“I want you to come work on the ranch,” he said. “The others all give you a thumbs up too. Stay another day or two,” he said.

 

“I think I’d like to work here but I have a job in Colorado,” I smiled.

 

He stood and rinsed his cup out then he flipped his head telling me to follow him. My guess was that it was time for a tour but the tour ended in his bedroom. “The wild mushrooms that were in that omelet should be kicking in soon,” he said as he pressed into me. His hands went under my sweatshirt and pinched my nipples. I felt it building since he walked in the door.

 

“You’ll have complete control over when you cum,” he said softly. “It’s like being edged isn’t it? Yeah let it build up and then pull it back.” he whispered after his shirt came off. I groaned as I felt my orgasm rise to the boiling point and then I willed it to subside. It was like temporary blindness when the orgasm built. I was closer and closer to being totally naked each time I pulled back from cumming.

 

“Fuck,” he said as he pulled my face into his humongous pecs. I looked down at his hard uncut cock. It seemed to be a foot long and eight inches in diameter and it looked like his foreskin was already filled with cum. My only thought was that his cock would never fit in my ass. He took my face in his hands and kissed me. I felt like my whole body could burst into flame. He lifted me and took me to his bed. 

 

“Ride it cowboy!” he ordered and I lowered my ass onto his fence post of a cock. I don’t know how but there was more of a stretching feeling than pain. He used his tremendous strength to thrust up into me as I rode. “Cum,” he yelled. “Fuuuuuuuccckkkk!” he groaned as his balls filled me with his seed. His orgasm triggered mine and four times my normal load of cum was spewing onto his physique.

 

I was awakened by Jon and Rick, two of the bigger ranch hands crawling into bed with me. I looked at the clock and it was almost noon. They took turns fucking me for the next hour and most of the time I was fucking the cowboy that wasn’t fucking me. I felt like I had unlimited cum and I did.

 

Exhausted by the sex I was breathing hard and gulping air. Rick opened a small container on the nightstand and picked a fresh mushroom which he popped in my mouth. I went to spit it out but he made me swallow it whole. Jon picked another and ordered me to chew. Except for a bit of mushroom dirt they were good. They told me to dress for lunch and smiled as they watched me struggle to pull on my sweatshirt and pants. I couldn’t get my boots on my feet.

 

A cheer went up from all the cowpokes when I entered the kitchen and I was surprised to see that most of them were naked. They surrounded me and stripped me naked too. Somebody rolled a three way mirror into the room and they stood me before it as they opened the wings. Damn, my fat had melted away and my muscles were showing. I wasn’t very big compared to the other ranch hands but I looked like an amateur bodybuilder. My cock shot seven big ropes of cum at my reflection. Big Erik walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I felt his hard cock nestle against my ass crack.

 

“Ready to call your old boss and resign?” he asked softly. “I’ve got a dozen studs just chomping at the bit to get to your ass. That ain’t counting the guys staying at the cabins up in the hills. Whatdya say?”  

 

“Not only yes but FUCK YES!” I yelled. Then Erik slipped his cock into my cum filled ass and fucked me right there in the dining room.

 

I made up some bullshit excuse for quitting and told them to give my old clothes and boots to charity because I had no use for cowboy duds in the city. Truth was nothing I owned would fit me anymore.

 

I all the years I worked on ranches as a cowboy I never had sex with other guys on the ranch. Back then a weekend in the big city now and then cleaned my clock. Here in the middle of nowhere hardly a day goes by without at least a blowjob. The mushrooms are just mushrooms. You could eat ten pounds and nothing would happen unless they are specially pre-treated. The mushrooms don’t cause you to grow muscle either. Initially something happens to your metabolism that helps burn fat and then your body chemistry changes and you begin to get more muscular but everybody is different. They tell me that Jack gained a pound a day for the first month and then he abruptly stopped gaining and only added a pound a week before he had another growth spurt. Eventually he added eighty pounds of rock hard muscle and he might fluctuate a few pounds now and then but he doesn’t have an ounce of fat on his body.

 

My bone structure expanded I grew six inches taller but I was only 5’7” when I arrived, My muscle growth has been slow and steady and after a year I’m still growing more muscular which is not the norm. Erik says that his muscle growth pattern was similar to mine and then confided in me that his body had never quit gaining muscle. 

 

I just hope that nobody in Colorado figures out that the penny pincher ad’s stopped about the time I quit. I’d hate to have to explain why I answered that stupid ad in the first place. Then I’d have to explain why I have been working as a cowboy on a ranch full of gay muscle studs all this time. I shouldn’t have worried though. Out of habit I picked up a penny pincher paper and there on the second page was the same old ad for a Ranch Hand that had been running forever.

 

Erik told me after a rather athletic and lengthy fuck session that he continues to run the ad because he is always looking for good people and if I didn’t qualify I would have been told the job was filled at the Great Falls airport.

 

Next week I’ll be going up to a high valley called the Eagle’s Nest to work with a guy named Sam the Mountain Man.

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SAM

 

I plan to keep a detailed diary to continue the saga of this once lonely cowboy. I’ll let you know what happens.

DAC

 

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THE PEACOCK FEATHER FAN

 

 

This morning I was alone. Jack had enough and flew back to Houston last night. It had been a long time coming but when I saw the ring I gave him sitting by the alarm I knew he was never coming back.

 

Things haven’t been the same since he got that job in Texas. My job, my house, my life was in New Orleans. He came back the weekend before Mardi Gras Day (Fat Tuesday) and planned to be back at work in Houston on Wednesday. He didn’t even make it through Sunday night. Monday I met friends at the big parade and they asked about Jack. I was honest and a good friend told me it for the best. We were pelted with beads but I just stood there in shock. It was like I was in the middle of a vortex with life going on all around me. I got really drunk at the after parade party.

 

So this was Mardi Gras Day and it was a cold 37 degree morning. Maybe it will be warmer for The Annual Drag Queen Costume Contest that started at noon on Bourbon Street. Despite my hangover I promised my friend I would be there to see him in costume. I knew he had to see me there so I grabbed my flamboyant peacock feather fan. All I had to do was hold it up at arm’s length over my head and open it when he walked out on the balcony.

 

I showered, shaved, and cleaned myself out because I wasn’t sure if anybody took advantage of my drunken state–yes I was that drunk. So drunk I found myself naked in my own bed this morning and didn’t know how I got home. By the time it was time to go to the contest I was hydrated enough that the headache was only a dull reminder.

 

Forget street costumes–most people were covered by a coat. The street queens in their elaborate costumes were prancing on the corner of Royal and Orleans as usual so I stopped to take some pictures. Jack dressed up like that last year and gave the costume away when he moved to Houston.

 

I held up my fan opening and closing it several times when I saw Ted. He pointed at me and flashed.

 

“Boyfriend?” I guy behind my left ear asked.

 

“Just a friend,” I said as I turned to leave. I was a bit taken aback by the guy. Ski jacket over a hooded sweatshirt, bearded, and hunky. His jacket bulged at the shoulders and chest.

 

“Leaving so soon?” he asked. 

 

“Obligations met,” I explained but didn’t move. “Are you cold?”

 

“I was until you turned around,” he chuckled.

 

“Oh brother what a bad pick-up line,” I laughed and started pushing my way through the crowd. Suddenly a big blue jacket stepped in front of me running interference. The throng was parting like the Red Sea and I followed him. “Hey thanks,” I said as we exited on Orleans Street.

 

“Hungry for lunch?” he asked as we reached St. Peter Street. He pulled my arm toward the Gumbo Shop restaurant. 

 

“Hey Gaston, I don’t even know your name,” I said as we were seated.

 

 “Gaston?”

 

“Gaston the character from Beauty and the Beast. He was always being all alpha just like you,” I explained. He sat back and laughed.

 

“Yeah but Belle didn’t go with him. You came with me!”

 

“I’m hungry and this place is great. We were lucky to get a table.”  

 

“Mark Hastings who just moved from the Florida Keys,” he said extending his hand.

 

We had a pleasant lunch and I invited him to join me at the parades on Canal Street. We watched Zulu and he caught a prized coconut. By the time Rex rolled by I was done but Mark was all warmed up and ready to watch the endless truck parade. I tapped him on his shoulder and handed him the bag of beads he caught.

 

“Going home,” I told him. His face fell. “Wanna come?” I asked. He beamed.

 

Once in the house Mark shed the layers of outer clothes revealing twenty-four inch arms and a fifty-five inch chest. Then he peeled off his tee shirt and my feet were glued to the floor as he moved closer. He stopped inches from my face. I nearly creamed my pants just looking at him!

 

“Hi sexy,” he said softly.

 

“Fucking Gaston!” I gasped.

 

“Mark,” he corrected me as he moved to kiss me. His kiss unfroze me and my hands felt his massive muscles. I considered myself to be a pretty fit until he stripped off his shirt. I had great abs, arms, and a slim waist. 

 

When I walked into the house I felt like I was in charge, I was confident and relaxed. That all changed when the behemoth walked up to me and stripped. Standing just a few inches away was an absolute mountain of pure, raw muscle!  He was huge and I found myself mesmerized by this handsome man. I couldn’t take my hands off his gargantuan biceps. My cock had hardened in my briefs and then he stripped me down. My dick was bulging obscenely out of my briefs. I opened his belt and he stepped out of his jeans. His big hard cock hit my abs.

 

“Fuck me?” Mark whispered. “I hope you’re versatile because I wanna fuck you too.”

 

A week later Jack called. I realized that I hadn’t thought about Jack’s hunky body since I bumped into Mark on the street. 

 

“No, you better stay in Houston,” I said. “It is over and I changed the locks,” I smiled. “Yes Jack you have been replaced.” I knew my friend Ted told Jack all about Mark. Just then Mark walked in naked and all pumped from working out. He ran his hand over my chest and kissed me. The phone found the cradle and Mark carried me to bed.   

 

 

 

 

DAC

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The Old Abandoned Farmhouse

 

I overheard Brad and Tony arranging a meeting at the old abandoned farmhouse out at the end of Pratt Road. Normally I would have ignored anything those two were involved in but that old farmhouse belonged to my family. Dad built a new house when my mom inherited the land because he hated old drafty houses. So all my life I lived in a sealed temperature controlled glass box he called modern architecture. 

Mom wouldn’t let him tear down the old farmhouse because six generations of Pratt’s were born in that house, including her. When my grandparents died three years ago she put all their furniture in storage and had the house boarded up. She wanted to renovate and use the house for family gatherings. Her grandparents had a table that had ten leaves and extended to about 20 feet long and even though it extended into the living room, all the adults in the family could sit at the same table. 

So I parked my truck by the creek and walked to the farmhouse. I hid behind the interior doors that were stacked against the wall. I could see the room and out to the porch from between the doors. Somebody had taken the plywood off the double doors that led to the porch. Mom will not be pleased when I tell her someone has been in the old farmhouse. I sat there on the sofa cushions I bought with my stash of water and munchies waiting to see what the two studs from the gym were up to.

I was about to give up when Tony walked onto the porch and called out for Brad. He said something about it being too fucking hot to be out here. He muttered about it being even hotter in the house and what a jerk Brad was for choosing this place.

I thought he was just opening his shirt but then he stripped naked, leaned against the siding, and crossed his arms. Occasionally he would walk to the edge of the porch and look for Brad. Damn he had a great body! He bent over his clothes and pulled out his phone. His ass crack and pucker were shaved and were shiny wet looking. I almost knocked over one of the doors straining to see. He was talking to Brad using language that would make a sailor blush and he didn’t sound happy. He put the phone down and began bitching about Brad planning ahead by getting gas in his truck before it was time to meet.

He grabbed the phone again and started flipping through pictures. His cock was getting hard and he was stroking the long thick shaft. Fuck he was a grower! I bet it was ten inches long. I began to think Brad was bringing a woman out here for them to fuck. What would Tony’s girlfriend Denise think about that? I could watch that too. I wouldn’t mind seeing their muscles flex as they hump her… especially Brad!

Brad was one built fucker. He wasn’t even half as muscular when he joined the Army… of was he in the Marines. He returned six years later looking like Mr. Olympia. He was 5’7 when he graduated high school two years before me. Today he’s 10 inches taller. I hardly recognized him mostly because his face was more handsome and more angular than I remember. He didn’t talk about his military service except that he had traveled all over the world on missions where he and the team carried out operations for the government. We were supposed to assume he was in some elite Special Forces unit taking out bad guys.

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Brad is obviously very muscular but I never saw him naked because he doesn’t change or shower at the gym being he lives so close. Even fully dressed in sweats you can see his huge muscles.

I was lost in thought and when I looked up again Brad was naked on the porch and kissing Tony like someone starved for sex. Tony was kissing back but Brad was overwhelming him. Tony seemed to be in a trance and yet totally obedient to Brad’s suggestions.

Brad turned Tony facing the wall and then he slapped Tony’s ass. I figured Brad’s cock was shrunken because he had to take steroids to build a body like that but Brad’s cock was just as long as and bigger around than Tony’s cock. Tony moaned as Brad inserted his condom covered cock in one slow thrust.

“Fuckin’ perfectly stretched and lubed,” Brad groaned. “Fucking so perfect, just shoving it in made me want to cum,” Brad said as he rolled and thrust his hips to fuck Tony’s willing ass.

“Fuck me Brad,” Tony yelled. “Fuck me hard! Cum in me!”

For the next twenty minutes Brad did exactly that as I watched with my mouth agape. I wanted to take pictures but I was afraid the flash would alert them to my being there. Then the phone vibrated and Brad looked toward the doors where I was hiding. I quickly put the phone between the cushions and powered it off.  He didn’t look my way again so I thought I was safe but started fucking Tony hard. I could see Tony’s cock shooting cum against the wall. Brad pulled out of his ass, ripped off the rubber, inserted his cock again, and started cumming inside Tony.

Now Tony was on his hands and knees on the porch floorboards. Brad got behind him and shoved his cock in hard. Brad was speaking in Tony’s ear and all of a sudden Tony was acting like a zombie. Tony took some water bottles Brad brought and shoved the opening in his gaping hole to fill his ass with water. He squatted right there with his ass off the edge of the porch and flushed his ass clean out. My jaw dropped. Tony got dressed, and then started cursing Brad out for being a no show. It was as if Tony couldn’t see Brad even though he was two feet away. And Tony didn’t seem to know that Brad just fucked the hell out of him. He tried to call Brad and calmly got in his truck when Brad didn’t answer. I heard Tony drive away.

I stayed quiet because I wasn’t sure Brad left.

“You can come out now,” Brad commanded. I didn’t move. I tried not to breathe. “Do I have to move those doors and drag you out of there?”

“No,” I said a bit too forcefully.

“No, you ain’t coming out… or no, don’t bother moving the doors?” he asked.

“I’m coming out,” I answered. I gathered my stuff and backed out of my hiding place. I dialed the phone. “Hey dad,” I said. “Yes sir I’ll be there for supper. I didn’t forget. Yeah, I had the phone on vibrate and didn’t hear it. Later, 6pm sharp… I might come early,” I said before breaking the connection. “I’m invited for supper with my parents,” I told the naked man. “You are trespassing,” I postured.

“You are predictable,” he chuckled. “Did you enjoy what you saw? I guess you did,” he said stroking my hard cock through my pants. I shoved his hand away. “Tony was a ploy to get you here. He will only remember I didn’t show up.”

“Why did you…”

“Why did I do it this way? Would you have come here and let me fuck you like that?”

“No!” I said with a little hesitation. “I would have called the cops and said you were trespassing.”

“Yet you didn’t call the cops when you saw me trespassing.”

“No, I was coming to my parent’s house for supper and got here a couple hours early.”

“Five hours early?”

“To see what you and Tony were up to. Tony is no innocent choir boy,” I said opening a water.

“I want to fuck you like that, without protection,” he took my water bottle and sipped some of my water.

“No! Didn’t you take the condom off and cum in him like he asked?”

“No.” He looked me in the eye and smiled. “I made him into an innocent choir boy. He’ll soon get religion and marry… Denise. She’ll have his babies and he’ll get a good paying job at the car plant.”

“Bull-loney,” I laughed. “I know Tony and he is a heathen.”

“After I fuck you you’ll look like me… this muscular not my face. You’ll look like you but better looking. You might get taller and your dick is gonna grow too. Everybody is different. You’ve got a big bone structure… your physique may get up in the three hundred pound range without a big belly. You’ll have a perfect V shape and abs like mine.”

“Who says I’ll let you fuck me? No thanks. I may look and sound like some country boy farmer but that isn’t likely to happen,” I said. “I’m a college educated Engineer and graduated cum laude. I am not stupid and I’m not gay.”

“Then… why is your cock so hard and why are you naked and why are you stroking your cock as your hand worships my awesome muscles?”

“Huh!” I jumped back. “Are you using hypnosis or something?”

“Nope, has your cock ever been that hard? I’ll bet right now your ass aching to be fucked? That’s it, touch me. Can you see what you will become? Both women and men will throw themselves at you. I can see you like fucking the ladies but you go to the gym to get off on studs like me. You’ll have to beg me to fuck you and transform your body. That’s it kiss my muscles. Run your hands over my physique in worship. Oh yeah suck my nipples! Lick my abs. Taste my cock and balls.”

“Brad please fuck me, transform my body,” I whispered.

Two hours later we washed buck naked by the well next to the kitchen using the hand pump to fill buckets with water. I poured a five gallon bucket of water over my head.

“I don’t feel any different,” I said flexing my arm. He laughed. “Brad…”

“Yes?” he smiled. I think he knew what was coming.

“Do we… Is it just once and its over? Do we ever fuck around again?” I asked. Brad closed the distance between us and took me in his arms. He rubbed his body against mine and he kissed me. If I had to rate the kiss it would be up there with the greatest kisses I ever got. By the time the kiss broke I was ready to be fucked again.

“I’m gonna fuck you every night of your life and at some point you will come to a plateau and stop growing. Then it is permanent. In the mean time we may find others but anytime you feel the need to be with me, my door is always open.”

“Is your door gonna be open about nine or ten o’clock tonight?” I asked.

“You bet!” he slapped my ass and kissed the back of my neck.

While at supper I brought up the subject of renovating the old farmhouse. My mom looked glum until I suggested that I pay for the renovations and live in the house. Family gatherings would be welcome as long as I could close off my private space upstairs. I did some rough sketches making the first floor including the master bedroom my grandparents added all for entertaining and the upstairs would be my private area. Dad rolled his eyes saying it was a waste of money but mom was enthusiastic.  

On the way to Brad’s that night I passed a bad accident. The vehicle was the same color as Tony’s truck but it was so mangled I couldn’t tell if it was his. The person in that vehicle had to be dead. I stopped and talked to the rescue crew and they said Tony was thrown from the truck before it rolled.

The headline in the paper the next day showed the truck and said the driver was not seriously hurt. The only injury Tony had was described as minor bruises. I know for a fact Tony had a bruised gluteus maximus and hemorrhoids. I saw those injuries were inflicted by Brad. The next Sunday Tony was in church with Denise. Apparently the accident cause a religious experience. Now (Tony) the once irreligious person goes every Sunday! I heard that the wedding is scheduled around Thanksgiving.

I grew slowly and naturally although it is a bit odd that I added six inches to my height. People aren’t supposed to get taller at twenty five. At present I weigh 307 pounds and have about a thirty inch waist with around 10% body fat. I love my new physique but I love my new cock even more. Now it’s a shower and a grower.

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It took over a year to do all the renovations. The foundation was fixed so the house was now level again. The walls, roof, and floors have foam insulation, there is all new plumbing and electrical, new triple pane windows, new HVAC system, all new walls, and the heart pine floors were sanded and sealed. The porches were fixed and the house has a new roof and several coats of white paint. Every door and all the woodwork was stripped and refinished. The kitchen has modern appliances but it still has the feel of Grannies old kitchen. As a matter of fact the whole downstairs has that old fashion feel that my grandparents would have loved. There were originally four bedrooms upstairs but now there are three. The first is my master bedroom and bath/spa, a guest room with bathroom, and lastly my office with bathroom.

Where is the gym, you might ask. I converted the small barn to the gym. It is a bare bones weight room with locker room and showers. There is no sound system or TV’s on banks of treadmills, there is no aerobic room, and there is no juice bar. There is a wrestling room that can double as an orgy room; there is a posing room with mirrored walls and a few storage rooms that just happen to have beds in them in case you need to nap or want to have a private massage with someone.

The Pratt family approves of the renovations to the old homestead, and even my dad is impressed. He still loves his glass box but that will never change. Brad calls it the frat house because of all the bodybuilders that hang out here. Lately Brad has been hinting that he wouldn’t mind living in the guest bedroom to be closer to the gym. I doubt very much that he would ever sleep in that room. He never does when he stays overnight which is four or five times a week after a heavy workout.

I can’t help but wonder what my life would be like if I had called the cops on Tony and Brad or even if I had ignored their plans to meet at the old farmhouse.

 

DAC

THE ELEVATOR

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The Elevator

 

He got on the elevator on the second floor.

“Where are you going? What floor?” I asked nervously as my fingers were poised above the buttons.

“I’m going with you to wherever you live,” he said as he put his hands together and flexed. I backed into a corner and he invaded my space. He leaned closer to my ear as I inhaled his manly musk mixed with his cologne.

“We’re gonna fuck,” he whispered in my ear.

I was about to faint but was saved by the elevator doors opening. Fresh air flooded the compartment and I quickly fled into the hall. I fumbled with the room key as he pressed his massive body against my back. “Need help,” he offered as his body undulated against mine. His hard dick rested in my ass crack just as the green light came on and the lock opened. I pushed into the room hoping to slam the door in his face but it was as if he was attached to my back and the door slammed shut behind him. My briefcase fell to the floor as he slipped my suit jacket off from behind me. In an instant his arms were around me exploring my chest and opening the buttons of my dress shirt.

“What if I don’t want this?” I said as I halfheartedly tried to pull away.

“Oh but you do,” he growled as his hand grabbed my hard cock.

“I don’t want to be raped!”

“By the time we’re both naked you’ll be begging me to fuck you.”

“I won’t!”

He just laughed as he opened my trousers. For some reason I automatically kicked off my shoes. My pants were falling as my undershirt was lifted over my head. Somehow my boxers joined my trousers around my ankles. He stepped closer and when I stepped away to avoided him I stepped out of my pants.

“I’m not begging,” I sneered.

“You aren’t naked,” he pointed out as he knelt behind me. He held my hips and then one hand slipped off my socks.

“Now I'm naked and I’m still not begging,” I pointed out.

“I said when we were both naked!”

He grabbed both ass cheeks and spread them open. He gasped at what he saw and then dove in making contact with his nose and tongue. I couldn’t help but let out a big moan.

“Ohh… fuck! Oh... fuck!”

It felt as if Pandora’s Box had just been opened and released a wave of evil pleasure. I found myself kneeling on the bed on all fours with my hands clawing at the bedspread. Every time he flicked the opening of my hole with his tongue I involuntarily arched my back and let a moan of pure pleasure. He started exploring my hole. He first licked it all over but then he slowly started to tongue fuck me. I was helpless.

We changed positions when I was flipped onto my back. My legs were raised and spread to give him full access. His backpack and shirt were off as well as his shorts. He kept attacking my rosebud but now he had my cock in play too. The sensation quadrupled. He grabbed me by my legs and pulled my ass ever higher in the air. I was literally on my shoulders with him attacking my ass.

I rubbed his cock still trapped in bikini underwear but he ignored the stimulation because he was only interested in eating my ass. I took it a step further and exposed his cock his hand pushed the briefs down and he worked them off his legs. He knelt over me and he easily lifted me and shifted me towards the pillows before his face was again on my ass. Then he asked me to sit on his face. Thinking I would have the advantage I squatted on his face and every time his tongue touched my asshole I lifted my butt away. He grabbed me by my hips and buried his face in my ass crack. I found my ass gyrating on his face because he was pushing his tongue into my hole and swirling it around.

Then he began to alternate between licking and sucking my balls and tonguing my ass. He grabbed a bottle of baby oil. I felt the oil trickle down my ass and right over my hole. I thought I knew what might be coming and I was both fearful and wanted it at the same time. He slipped his finger into my ass and wiggled it. I let out a loud groan. He had penetrated my ass and then he added a second finger and began to finger fuck me. I rode his fingers hard, and then begged for his cock. I actually begged him to fuck me.

The next thing I knew I was on my back and he was kneeling between my legs. He wasted no time in parking his hard cock against my tight hole. It hurt when he breached my virgin hole but the further he went in the more I loosened up. I was so damn tight. It was as if I could feel every vein in his cock. I wanted him in me deeper, harder, and faster. I didn’t have time to think about the fact that I was being fucked by a big huge muscular man.

I was damn near exploding, but he beat me to it. He thrust in harder, deeper, and faster but just as I was about to cum he shot his load in my ass. His prophecy had come true. My hands were on his ass helping him shove his cock up my ass as far as it would go while I was begging him to fuck me. He didn’t say it but ‘I told you so’ was written all over his face.

He spooned me from behind. I could feel his erection in my crevice, teasing my satisfied hole and painting it with aftershocks of cum.

“Fuck me,” he said as he nibbled my ear.

Clumsily I proceeded to dive in and I tried to repeat the treatment he had given me. I probed his tight little ass with my tongue and worked on sucking his balls. My fingers dripping with lube dove into his slippery ass and his hole clamped tightly around them. Now I had an idea what he felt when he fucked me. I couldn’t wait to get my cock in him. I poured oil on and stroked my cock to get it good and hard then slid into him. I had no idea my cock could feel this good. His ass was super tight as he flexed his ass muscles around my cock my pleasure soared. I had never felt anything like that before. I thrust into him with everything I had. I drove in as deep as I could go and withdrew until just my cock head was just inside him. Finely I couldn’t take it anymore, I thrust hard into him and my cock pumped my cum deep in his ass. I never imagined I would be doing this, but had I known how good it felt, there was no way I would have rebuffed his advances.

Roger spent the next two weeks at the hotel with me. Each day I was out beating the pavement visiting customers and my sales soared. I blame it on the self confidence Roger instilled in me or maybe it was the cum I had sloshing around in my ass from his early morning fuck. Nonetheless I doubled my quota. It didn’t end there. The company was so impressed with my sales they created a new territory for me. Roger insisted I stay with him until I found a place of my own. Each time I found an acceptable domicile he talked me out of signing a lease.

Many a night when I get home dragging he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me. I melt into his hard body.

“We’re gonna fuck,” he whispers in my ear and all is right with the world.

 

DAC

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Above is a picture of Mo the tow truck driver

Update: Mardi Gras 2020.

This is our third Mardi Gras as residents of New Orleans.

The first parades began on January 6th and the last of the parades this year will begin at 8am on Tuesday February 25th 2020 MARDI GRAS DAY. Our guests will be arriving about an hour before the first parade on FAT TUESDAY and the beer will start flowing. There will be food and food and more food. There will be laughter and frivolity until midnight when Lent begins on Ash Wednesday. We will wear ashes on our forehead as a reminder of individual mortality and observe a day of fasting and abstinence which will be followed by planning for next year’s Mardi Gras party. 

We have been a committed couple for more than twenty years. We ran a successful business and traveled the world. On a trip to New Orleans we fell in love with the city. We sold our business and were set for life. We planned to grow old together in the lap of luxury so we bought a home in the Garden District, a posh neighborhood in New Orleans. We got much more than we bargained for and here is what happened.

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Edward and Robert on vacation somewhere in Ireland in 2015

 

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Robert and Edward at Mardi Gras 2019

As you can see from the pictures there has been a drastic change. This is our story.

 

Retiring In New Orleans: prologue

 

After you hear this tale you too may wonder if ancient gods still roam the earth. In New Orleans many Carnival Krewes are named for the gods, Bacchus, Momus, Morpheus, Proteus, and Argus to name a few. I think we were visited by one of those gods right after we bought the house in New Orleans. His name was Mo but we think he has an alias. We think of him as Mo, AKA, Morpheus.

 

Morpheus is a mythological god that has the ability to mimic any human form and to appear in dreams. His true semblance is that of a powerfully built winged god. In classical depictions of Morpheus, he carried a box full of dreams with two lids, one half black and the other half white, to signify good and bad dreams. In myth, Morpheus is invoked as the god of sleep and dreams.

One thing for sure he fulfilled all of my dreams…  Robert’s too.

 

Retiring In New Orleans

 

So this was the home that we bought.

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The main house is 8,516 square-feet with 6 bedrooms, 6 full bathrooms plus 2 half bathrooms. Everywhere there are huge floor to ceiling windows that flood the house with light. Gorgeous details adorn its interior, and along with 13-foot high ceilings, there are elegant chandeliers with ceiling medallions, original dark polished hardwood floors, carved marble mantel pieces, deep crown moldings, a double parlor, an office, a library, a grand curved staircase that speaks of old world New Orleans charm, and a kitchen worthy of a fine chef.

 

The rear of the house also has a huge screened porch looking out onto a terrace patio, pool, and outdoor kitchen. The backyard also features a brick patio with fountain next to the four car garage. Then there is the garçonnière complete with a great room, a small kitchen, two bedrooms, and two full bathrooms. Some call it a pool house, a mother-in-law cottage, maid’s quarters, or grounds keeper’s residence but in New Orleans it is a garçonnière or bachelor pad. They were built so unmarried gentlemen of age back in the 1800’s could move out of the main house because sometimes when there were blended families the young ladies could not reside in the main house with their stepbrothers and be considered pure… if you know what I mean.

 

The house was too formal for our taste so we were having it renovated from deep dark Victorian furnishings, carpets, and draperies to tastefully elegant furniture but by no means ultra modern. The swags, tassels, and tiebacks as well as the grandma Victorian red velvet sofas were a bit much for our taste.

 

On out third trip to New Orleans to check the progress and pick out furniture we drove up to the house to find no cars parked on the street. There were some step ladders chained to the oak tree which we found strange. Entering the house we were hit with the smell of fresh paint and polyurethane fumes. The paint colors and the new drapes were perfect and we were about to go back to meet the designer when a tow truck pulled up and stopped in front of our car.

 

The guy that jumped out was a stud that had the two of us panting. There was no doubt the guy lived in the gym and that he was gay. He was as polite as he was handsome and muscular. He pointed out the sign about parade parking we didn’t see. Mo (or is it Moe) answered all our questions about the parades and we invited him to watch a parade from our porch. Robert moved the car to the garage and I got a business card from Mo the tow truck driver. I didn’t think we would need road service but it never hurts to have the phone number of a good looking muscular man.

 

We called Ann at Interiors Plus to set up a meeting and she told us the pool house was completely finished and furnished. Yea! We didn’t have to get a hotel room. She knew there would be no hotel rooms to be found this close to Mardi Gras so she pushed to have it finished and furnished before we arrived.

 

After that first night parade we were hooked. The sale of our business the year before allowed us to make our own schedule and we opted to stay in New Orleans for the whole of Mardi Gras season. We would video conference the meetings and consultations with the new owners of our business like we did while we were traveling so it wasn’t a problem.

 

Then the weekend before Fat Tuesday the mega parades brought an incredible amount of people to the streets. We were actually fearful at first and then Mo the tow truck driver showed up at the fence with a bunch of friends to watch the parade. Recognizing him by his wide shoulders we went to the fence to talk to him. That was the closest we had ever been to the parade.

 

Mo and his friends thought we were not in the Mardi Gras spirit and offered to teach us how to catch beads and grovel for doubloons (Aluminum disks imprinted with the name of the Krewe and the theme of the parade.) Mo, who is 6’6”, lifted me onto his shoulders to get beads directly from the float. Upon completion of the raid he lifted me by my hips and set me down on my feet. His knowing smile told me he felt my boner pressing on the back of his bull neck and skull. He held the bag open for my bounty as the mob surrounded us. The people were at least ten deep and busy begging for beads so nobody noticed him cop a feel of my huge erection. His arm went over my shoulders and he spoke in my ear.

 

“That was fucking awesome,” he said as he pulled me against his rock hard physique. I almost filled my briefs with cum. “Want to ride me again?” he asked. I was not beyond the double meaning.

 

I saw Robert riding on the shoulders of Mo’s friend Jason collecting arms full of beads. Jason was almost as muscular as Mo, if that is possible. I may have been jealous but it looked like Robert was seducing young Jason. Without warning I was again lifted onto Mo’s broad shoulders to garner trinkets at a stopped Mardi Gras Parade float. This time, after I handed the beads to Robert, I was lifted down by two other guys (I forgot their names) that were with Mo and Jason. The front of my body slowly slid down Mo’s back and when my feet touched the curb, the two guys pressed against my back. I was not only surrounded by muscle, my hard cock was rubbing against Mo’s ass since Mo was standing on the street and I was standing on the curb. He turned to face me and we were cock to cock. I felt pre-cum wet my briefs. Mo’s smile dismissed his cohorts.

 

“You did that on purpose!” I laughed.

 

“Happy Mardi Gras,” Mo yelled. We were eye to eye and I knew he wanted to fuck me. I backed away because I was a committed man; committed to Robert for the last twenty years.

 

After the parade Robert invited the group onto the property to use the bathroom. Imagine ten muscular men crowded into the living room of the garçonnière. They all knew what it was and explained that ladies of the night would come up the alley to service the young gentlemen. And that was how the conversation turned to sex. A small group left via the alley and then others drifted away until it was only Mo, Jason, Robert, and me talking, laughing, and drinking beer. Robert followed me into the kitchen and indicated that he wanted to spend the night with Jason.

 

“Then taking Mo to bed would be okay for me?” I said to jolt him out of it.

 

“Yes,” he said and walked out of the kitchen. Seconds later Mo walked in to inform me that the others went for a swim.

 

“Naked or in briefs,” I joked.

 

“Naked. We could get naked too but I don’t care to swim,” he said as he pulled his shirt sleeve back and flexed his arm.

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“What did you have in mind?” I said looking at the massive muscles.

 

“What we both wanted when you asked for my business card,” he said as he moved closer.

 

The next thing I knew I was naked in bed with Mo’s huge muscular body hovering over mine. He was huge and solid and built like a rock. He slowly pulled me into a kiss. Our kisses grew passionate as I pushed my tongue into his hot mouth. My arms embraced his thickly muscled back, as he lowered his body onto mine. A moan escaped his lips as he pulled our crotches together. I felt his huge cock press against mine and all I could think was that I needed him now.

 

I slipped my hands down to his naked ass and let my fingers explore his tight crack until I found his hole and we kissed with renewed passion. We were breathing hard as our cocks began grinding into each other. He rotated his body into the 69 position, and I inhaled his musk. The weight of this hot man on top of me and the strong smells of his sweaty cock drove me crazy! I buried my face in his crotch and licked his big balls as he took me into his hot mouth. I felt his tongue roll around my shaft, hungrily sucking up my pre-cum. I licked from the tip of his shaft to the base, and then all around his balls again. The taste of this man was incredible!

 

He turned and pushed my knees to my ears so my ass was spread wide, and I felt his hot manhood lightly probe my hole, and then slowly slide in deeper and deeper. I nearly had an orgasm as I felt his cock fill my ass. His cock was so huge but I knew my hole could take it. I felt him slide out until his cock head almost pulled free of my ass, and then he rammed back in again, and again, and again.

 

His balls slapped hard against my ass, and his cock pressed deeply into me. Suddenly I felt his dick explode deep in my ass. He was out of control nearly lifting me up off the bed with each thrust. Then he fell onto me with his cock still buried to the hilt. His muscled body crushed me and he slid his arms around me. He rose to a kneeling position with me in his arms. He stood and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Each step he took across the room felt like another thrust and as he reached the bathroom door he had another orgasm. His whole body trembled and it felt like jolts of electricity were flowing into every muscle in my body. Uncontrollable flu-like shivers pulsed through my body as he stepped into the shower room. I felt hot enough to burst into flames as he pushed my back into a corner and began to fuck me again. My body felt like it was going to explode. I passed out.

 

How many orgasms he had between then and when I woke up on the shower floor being humped is another mystery. It could have been one or one hundred for all I knew. The water was raining down on us as I worshipped his massive physique. I felt his cock expand and dump more cum into my body and I faded from reality once more.

 

During the night I know I was fucked a few times but it could have been a dream. The whole thing could have been a dream. For all I knew Robert and I could have had a wild night even though we hadn’t done anything like that for almost ten years. When you get older it just stops working as well. I slept into the mid morning hours which I never do, not even on the weekends. I am usually wide awake by seven in the morning. Old habits die hard.

 

Robert was beside me in bed sleeping as he normally did with his head buried in the covers. I turned and pressed my morning wood into his back. Morning wood was another thing that over the years had started to fade. I ran my hand down to his crotch and discovered his wood was just as healthy as mine. He rolled to his back and we kissed. He looked guilty and I told him my theory about our wild night of sex being caused by fantasies about our muscular guests. We both recalled the midnight swim in the buff but then to the best of our knowledge our guests went home after asking if they could come back for the rest of the parades that week.

 

“But I watched Mo fuck you,” he protested.

 

“That never happened as far as I recall. If that was the case I would be limping for a week,” I reasoned.

 

They did come back for every parade including the endless truck parades on Mardi Gras Day. Robert and I drank more liquor than we had in years and we fell into bed in a stupor after our guests left. Yes there were dreams of the countless bodybuilders that Mo and Jason brought to the parades, Mo, Jason, Bill, Tom, Jim… and so many others all fucking me. At the endless parade parties we stuffed our bodies with the food and drink the bodybuilders brought. We provided the location and they provided everything else.

 

Forty days later as the season of Lent ended Robert became concerned about his losing weight. His doctor told him he was healthier than he had ever been and that he should discontinue two of his medications. By summer we were living full time in New Orleans because our consulting obligations had been fulfilled. We began working out at the gym and our pudgy bodies began to transform. It was as if we were going through an age regression. As the next Mardi Gras approached we decided to have a costume party and show off our improved bodies by having Centurion costumes custom made. (See the picture above)

I tried to call Morpheus Towing (Mo Godeaux proprietor) but the number was disconnected and/or no longer in service. Fortunately several of the party goers Mo and Jason introduced to us had been added to our circle of new friends and they organized a list of people to invite. Mo and Jason didn’t show up for our parties that next Mardi Gras and I began to wonder if they really were mythological gods that found us and fulfilled our dreams. Then as the last parade passed the New Orleans Sanitation Dept began to work its magic.

 

After the parades end, an army of men and women dressed in safety-orange reflective vests and clutching plastic rakes takes to the streets, neutral grounds and sidewalks to pick up the vestiges of the party. Within three hours, nearly all of the refuse is cleared away. Except for the beads hanging from tree branches, power lines and traffic poles, the garbage disappears. Anywhere between 50 to 100 tons of trash which includes abandoned chairs, couches, food scraps, paper, plastic bags, foam cups, cigarette butts, beer cans, bottles and all the odds and ends synonymous with the city’s Carnival celebration is no longer on the streets.

 

By daybreak any and all evidence of trash was gone but Mo and Jason were at our front door. Once inside Mo and Jason opened our cotton bath robes and ran their hands over our new and improved physiques.

 

After hugs and dozens of questions about their whereabouts during Mardi Gras they wanted to know if we were ready to progress to the next level. I looked at Robert and he looked at me because another dream we had openly talked about and discussed in length was about to come true; foursomes with Mo and Jason.

 

 

DAC

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Mr. Gamboli

 

 

I was at the gym in the town where I grew up and went to high school. While working out I heard a name I knew and that made me smile. Mr. Mike Gamboli was my math teacher for three straight years while in high school and he was the one that turned me and about ten other guys on to bodybuilding. Mr. Gamboli was pure Italian with olive skin and dark curly hair. Years ago he worked part time at this very gym and he started a program to encourage guys my age to stay fit for a lifetime. 

 

The program was designed for us to learn proper lifting technique, proper nutrition, and to learn our limits as well as safety. I think that all of us stayed with the program and continued to lift in college. I knew I would never join the pro bodybuilding ranks because I was built like a swimmer or basketball player. That didn’t mean I wasn’t buff and muscular, I just didn’t have the muscle size it takes to win contests.

 

A few years ago Mr. Gamboli moved away and it is rumored that he doubled his salary in California… the Mecca of bodybuilding. Now he was returning to New Orleans for a bodybuilding contest and I had a ticket for the main show on Saturday.

 

The business I had in my hometown was resolved so I headed to New Orleans mid week and when in New Orleans you eat, drink, and then drink some more until it is time to eat again. And when you need a coffee break how can you have French Market coffee without a plate of beignets (doughnuts) covered with powdered sugar. Then you go to supper and afterwards you have to go to Pat Obrien’s for a Hurricane (rum punch drink). You fall into bed and do the same thing again the next day.

 

I was stumbling into the hotel around midnight planning to crash. I was waiting for an elevator when I heard my last name being called. I didn’t see anybody familiar and was about to step on the elevator when a hand clamped onto my shoulder.

 

“Stevens?”

 

“Mr. Gamboli?”

 

“Looking good Stevens,” he replied as he looked me up and down. “Are you staying here in the hotel?”

 

“Third floor,” I smiled. He held up his room key envelope. The number on the front was 321. “I’m in room 325.” I grinned. “I heard you are competing in the bodybuilding contest.”

 

“Yep. Hey why don’t you come to my room and we’ll catch up over a beer… water for me,” he chuckled. “And call me Mike.”

 

“As long as you call me Lenny and not Stevens,” I said.

 

“Agreed,” he said as the elevator door opened. As we rode up together we traded information about our lives since high school all the way to the room. Do I have to remind you that a beer is just as acceptable at midnight as it is for breakfast if you are in New Orleans to party? I planned to sleep until noon anyway. Mike was teaching college now and I told him I was a CPA working in Memphis. I didn’t bother to tell him I just resigned from the firm to start my own business. Once in the door Mike immediately excused himself and ran into the bathroom. I drank some bottled water he handed me and sat on the sofa.

 

“Hey Stev… Hey Lenny I need to jump in the shower. Be right out.”

 

“Take your time,” I muttered. Five minutes later he came out drying his hair. “Holy fuck Mr. Gamboli!” I gulped.

 

“What you never saw a naked man?” he laughed. “The name is Mike!”

 

“Your body is ripped! Fuck yeah! Damn you are huge!”

 

“Contest ready,” he corrected with a big grin.

 

“How do you conceal the sausage?” I asked looking at his cock and balls. He had at least eight inches of soft man meat hanging between his legs. He stopped right in front of my knees making no attempt to cover up. “Um-mm M-Mike,” I stuttered. He tossed the towel and straddled my knees until we were practically cock to cock.

 

“Young Lenny Stevens all grown up. What are you about 6’3” or so? I know you want to run your hand all over my body. Have you come out of the closet yet?” he asked. My mouth was dry and I drained the water. “I knew you were gay back when you were a sophomore,” Mike added.

 

“M-Mike,” was all I could vocalize. A grunt of urgent lust escaped my lips when I looked down at his hardening Italian cock. I felt hot all over. My skin tingled and I wanted to rip off my clothes.

 

“The first sign that the formula is working is sweat. It has a sweet odor,” he said as he lifted my shirt. I let him take it off. He opened the empty water bottle and started gathering sweat off my chest, arms, and face… anywhere he could reach.

 

“W-what are you talking about,” I slurred.

 

“The first dose has been dormant since the graduation party. Remember the glass of punch the guys at the gym club raised to those of you that graduated? That was my gift to all of you for participating. All of you have huge potential Stevens. Wait until you see yourself. Wait until you see what is in store for your physique.”

 

My mind couldn’t comprehend what he meant. It was like a riddle. I was filled with lust for his muscles. I leaned into Mike’s chest and found one of his hard nipples with my tongue. I licked and chewed pausing only to attack the other nipple. My hands meanwhile were feeling and worshiping every inch of Mike’s hard physique. I heard the man begin to groan with pleasure. Occasionally he would start grunting when I got overly aggressive.

 

“Yeah, man that’s right, that’s how to do it. Suck!”

 

I saw that his cock had stretched to obscene proportions. I lowered my mouth to his twelve inch shaft and hungrily licked the pre-cum that was flowing like water. Suddenly I felt dizzy. I had succeeded in removing my shirt but Mike was sitting on my legs which felt like they could burst into flame at any second. I opened the zipper to relieve the pressure on my cock. It was so hard it hurt. I was beginning to lose consciousness when I felt his cock shoot in my mouth. I dreamed that I was being carried somewhere in Mike’s huge arms.

 

I imagined being thrown into bed and being smothered by hard sweaty muscles.

 

The next afternoon the maid found me still sleeping in the darkened room. Seeing me in bed she backed out of the room and slammed the door. That didn’t do anything for my throbbing headache. I felt like I was still drunk because I couldn’t balance. I knew I had a beer or two with Mr. Ga… Mike but beer doesn’t get me this drunk. I crawled to the bathroom to take a long piss. I began to wash my hands but couldn’t find soap so I flipped on the light and froze.

 

The man in the mirror was a hulking 6’3” figure whose shoulders could nearly span the bathroom doorway. His physique bore little resemblance to the body that rented this room 30 hours earlier. He had a thick corded neck and muscle-knotted shoulders, massive square pecs and awesome flaring lats that were pushing his 24” arms away from his body. There were rock hard abs as flat as a board, serratus fingers on his ribs, and outstanding obliques that formed an Adonis belt around a tiny waist. There were huge 38” thighs and a cock that would make any porn star jealous. The heavy low hanging ball sack contained golf ball sized gonads and the soft uncut dick was at least six inches long. He was perfectly hairless from the neck down and a shock of dirty blond hair covered his head and hung to his shoulders.

 

“What the fuck have you done with Leonard Stevens,” I asked my reflection. My voice was an octave lower and sounded so sexy it sent a chill though me. “Fuck, I like what I see,” I said as I began flexing. My cock rose to a length of ten inches and I stepped into the shower to stroke one out. That orgasm brought me to my knees in the tub. I licked the cum off the tile and then started the water to wash my stink away. Drying the new body I realized that none of my clothes would fit me. Digging through the suitcase I pulled out a 4X tank top and basketball shorts I use as workout clothes. I had shower sandals for my feet. I had to find a sports store to buy some sweats and clothes. Anything would look better that what I had on. Maybe I could find a big and tall store too. I called Mike’s room and pounded on the door but there was no answer. On the way downstairs to the parking garage I asked the maid to clean my room.

 

I had to re-learn how to get in the car because my shoulders were so wide. People in the lobby were gawking at my pecs but I have to say the cleft between my pecs was awesome. I moved the seat back because my chest was too close to the steering wheel. I couldn’t see my back but it too felt very thick as I leaned into the seat. It was strange that my body didn’t fit.

 

Returning to the hotel I was mistaken for a contestant. They seemed very disappointed they wouldn’t see me posing on stage almost naked. Mike never answered his phone or his door and I was beginning to think I imagined him being there in the hotel until I saw him on stage Saturday night. He did very well but wasn’t in the top ten in his weight class. I began to believe there was some politics going on when I saw a couple of the guys in the top ten. Mike had a better body than they did.

 

After the winners were announced and knowing Mike was backstage I got a chair out of my room and sat in front of his door. I needed an explanation.

 

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Mike said smiling broadly as he approached. I thought about getting violent and trouncing him.

 

“No, I’ve been looking for you,” I said. Then I saw Mike scanning my body and he began hyperventilating. He went down on one knee and held onto the arm of the chair. He looked faint. I knew he needed food and probably water too.

 

“Len,” he said as he lifted his head. “You are more beautiful than I remembered. You were so young and untouchable… Help me into the room.”

 

Mike took a long hot shower and I helped him wash off the body makeup. Room service came with steak dinners a few minutes after were got out of the shower. As we ate Mike explained that the formula was a two step process. He also told me that the water bottle contained a double dose of his muscle growth formula. He planned to use that bottle of the formula to help win the contest because it would have temporally made him super buff as if he were super dehydrated.  

 

“You let me drink the whole thing,” I grinned.

 

“You had almost drained the bottle and there was no use stopping you,” he said.

 

“What happened after I passed out?” I asked.

 

“Fortunately for you, nothing. Fucking you would have negated any muscle growth. It may have even killed you. Three days is what you needed to make the muscle growth permanent and that is why I disappeared on Thursday and Friday. I avoided you all day today.

 

“And what happens after the three days is up?” I inquired. Mike stood and dropped the robe he was wearing. He sat across my knees facing me and began undressing me.

 

“We fuck, and fuck, and fuck!” Mike growled. “The muscles are now permanent as is your cock. I’ve waited almost ten years to fuck you,” he said kissing me. “I can stay in New Orleans the whole summer,” he said as he led my naked body to bed.

 

“And I can locate my new business anywhere in the country,” I added. He didn’t respond because he was too intent on kissing and lovemaking. It was days before I was able to fill Mike in on my plans to start a new business.

 

As we flew to California Mike began talking about the other nine guys that were in the gym club. He said that he would offer each one of them the formula and that we might have to use our physiques as an example of what was possible. My cock hardened at the thought of my high school buddies Tom and Ed having a physique like mine. The possibilities seemed endless.

 

Of course there were some negatives to taking the second dose of formula like having to explain the overnight explosion of muscles and a libido through the roof. Then there was being able to cum all night long. Also the aging process slowed down. That was why Mike moved to California. He explained that he only aged about one year for every ten. He thought it had something to do with the immune system since he never got sick; not even a cold.

 

I sat back pondering the possibility of being a hundred years old and looking like I was thirty, muscular, and in the prime of my life.

 

“Want to join the mile high club?” Mike whispered as they turned off most of the lights. I must have looked puzzled. “We could trade blowjobs,” he said wiggling his eyebrows.

 

“Why Mr. Gamboli!” I said as if shocked. “I’d love to…”

DAC

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New Years-The Countdown to Midnight

 

The first person to enter your home after midnight foretells the kind of luck you’ll have in the coming year. A tall, dark, handsome male bearing gifts is said to bring the best luck. - A quote from my mother.

 

The countdown to midnight was about to begin.

 

Paul slowly opened the plastic canister that contained the wine we ordered. The sampler arrived via special delivery on New Year’s Eve morning and we had been chilling it all day as instructed. We had ordered four wine samplers for the midnight toast instead of getting a bottle of Champagne. As he twisted open the lid there was a hiss and a mist surrounded him before it began to fill the room. I would have run for help but my feet were bolted to the floor by what I witnessed.

 

First his body shivered; it was as if a chill ran up his spine. His arms doubled their muscularity and then tripled in size before they came into sharp focus and a huge vein rose on his biceps. Then his shirt bulged as massive pecs appeared. Threads were popping all over the place but that wasn’t what amazed me the most. Paul started growing taller and taller. He grew from 5′7” to 6′6” as his body morphed into perfectly proportioned muscularity.

 

Then the cloud overtook me and I inhaled the musk-like mist. It was man odor mixed with leather and coconut oil and fresh cut lumber. It was new mowed grass, pine woods, and salt air with an undertone of perspiration from a hard gym workout and the pheromones of sexual excitement. My spine shivered and my cock grew hard in my briefs. Internally I heard bones creaking and cracking and my physique begin to expand with incredible speed. I was growing taller as my pecs exploded on my chest. Like Paul, my arms were in the twenty four inch range yet my belly was tiny and remained as flat as a cliff. My back and lats were getting massive. I shoved down my shorts and they caught on my thirty six inch thighs but at least my cock and balls were free. Judging by what I felt on my thigh, I think my cock doubled in length; in fact both my fists couldn’t cover the length of my shaft.

 

Paul stumbled toward me and began ripping off my clothes. I followed his lead and ripped his clothes away also. Crashing together we kissed and hugged. We had been gym rats for several years but always retained swimmer physiques no matter what routines we used or what supplements we took. It was as if all our years of hard work had been applied to our bodies in just a few moments.

 

“Happy New Year!” we both said in unison as the New Years Eve fireworks began to explode in the sky. Paul stood behind me with his arms wrapped around me. His hands roamed over my chest and abs and occasionally he stroked my cock causing pre-cum to erupt. Then as the fireworks finally approached his cock breeched my ass and he began to thrust. The fireworks going on outside in the harbor couldn’t hold a candle to what was going on inside our condominium on the 26th floor. It was as if a fireworks display ten times as intense as what we were watching was going on inside me. As Paul’s cum filled me, a river of my seed was splattering against the window.

 

It was my turn to explore his body. I led Paul to the bed where we kissed. I turned down the bed and Paul slid in pulling me on top of his massive physique. Chest to chest we kissed as his hands explored and caressed. As my hard shaft touched his hole, spurts of pre-cum lubricated the pucker. Thrusting I entered his hot ass and pre-cum was firing anytime there was the slightest resistance. Paul moaned as my balls touched him. His fingers pulled me closer for a kiss filled with so much passion I thought I would burst.

 

“Fuck me,” Paul whispered and I did. How long was inconsequential but as our mutual orgasms exploded I saw fireworks that put the New Years display to shame. They may have been in my head but then Paul touched my cheek. His eyes searched mine. “Fireworks,” he said. “I saw fireworks as we made love,” he groaned and pulled me hard against him.

 

“I did too my love,” I whispered in his ear.

   

They say that the love and joy you feel as the New Years begins is a precursor of the year to come. The best love is the kind of love that awakens the soul. That pure love makes us reach for more and in turn ignites a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds.

 

That is what I hope we have forever.

 

Come to think of it the first person to enter my ass after midnight was Paul. I hope that foretells the kind of luck we’ll have in the coming year. After all he is a tall, dark, handsome male bearing gifts.

 

 

DAC

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Christmas Eve and the Night After

I stumbled in from the Christmas party barely alive… actually the hangover was so bad I wished I was dead. I had been deposited in front of my building by my so called friends; those same friends that fed me those extra strong drinks at the office party. Those same friends who were supposed to get me home took me to an after party at their friend’s house. It was a great party but unbeknownst to me they were spiking my cokes. They knew I wanted to be home by midnight to put out milk and cookies for Santa–well actually he prefers eggnog and chocolate cake. I know because he told me so himself seven years ago when I met him. 

 

Yeah, yeah I know, fourteen year old kids aren’t supposed to believe in Santa but I did. He wasn’t what I expected. He doesn’t look anything like the roly-poly pictures depicting him. In fact he is young, handsome, and muscular. Think about hauling millions of toys into houses.

 

So I have this standing appointment to meet Santa at midnight every year on Christmas Eve. 

 

Last year Santa promised something special for this Christmas. He pointed out that I would be twenty one and that I would learn the true meaning of giving and receiving. What actually happened was that by midnight I was passed out on the floor of a bathroom and didn’t wake up until the sun was high in the sky on Christmas morning.

 

Entering my apartment I saw that there was nothing under the tree. I felt even worse that I stood Santa up. Maybe he was pissed since he didn’t leave anything for me. I went into the kitchen for water to hydrate and when I opened the refrigerator the container of eggnog was half empty and the cake was cut. 

 

“So you were here!” I said to the open refrigerator.

 

“It was a wild night,” I heard from behind me. I whipped around and stopped in my tracks. I didn’t know the guy sitting on the stairs drinking eggnog.

 

“Who are you? How did you get in here? What are you doing here?” 

 

”Elf Adam. I came with Santa. Waiting for you,” he answered.

 

“I missed him,” I sighed as I plopped in a chair. I wanted to cry but sobbing would make my head hurt worse. Adam stood and tossed a pill down my throat before he placed an oxygen mask on my face. He told me to breathe deeply. I knew the only thing that would cure me was time and sleep.

 

“This isn’t oxygen. This is a real cure,” Adam chuckled.

 

“Fezeaejh anta mmmsoey” I spoke into the mask. He pulled off the face mask. “Tell Santa I’m sorry when you see him,” I said to Adam.

 

“Tell him yourself.”

 

“Should I write him a letter?”

 

“No, when he finished the toy run he came back here instead of going home. He knew what your friends were doing so they are on the naughty list.”

 

“So I missed him twice?” I said as I slumped back in the chair.

 

“Not really. He is sleeping upstairs waiting for you,” Adam said calmly.

 

“What!” I jumped up and realized that my head didn’t hurt. I ran up the stairs and burst into my room. He held up the covers and I crawled into bed with him. By the time the blankets touched my body I was naked. That had to be Santa magic.

 

“Sorry…” I began. He put his finger to my lips.

 

“You could have taken a cab home,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. “Time for your 21st birthday Christmas present.”

 

 

 

Then up in the bedroom there arose such a clatter!

Adam ran up the stairs to see what was the matter.

 

He stood at the door with a smile on his face

and walked to the bed at a very slow pace.

 

Santa was huffing and puffing and ready to cum

when Adam approached and asked Santa to save him some.

 

Elf Adam quickly joined us in bed

who knew that Elf could give such great head.

 

His eyes–how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose, lips, and tongue worked over my cherry!

 

His droll little mouth was drawn up for a kiss,

and the red of his lips begged to give me great bliss.

 

He had a broad muscular chest and a flat little belly,

that flexed when he thrust, to deliver cock jelly. 

 

Santa thrust and he thrust over and over again

and started cursing and swearing with bad words like darn, and spit, and oh gosh cazan.

 

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

and filled my ass full, then turned with a jerk. 

 

And wiping the sweat from his face and his nose,

giving a nod to Adam, up from the bed he arose.

 

Once on his feet he was so lively and quick,

I confirmed in a moment that St. Nick had a huge dick.

 

Adam will train you until I return

In a month maybe two to test what you’ve learned.

 

More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,

and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

 

“Now Dasher! Now Dancer!

Now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! On, Cupid!

On, Donner and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch!

To the top of the wall!

Now dash away! Dash away!

Dash away all!”

 

Merry Christmas everybody!

DAC

The Day After Christmas

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The Day After Christmas

I’m not exactly young. I’m 36 with blond hair and blue eyes, 6 feet tall and a muscular defined body. I don’t have a bodybuilder physique but I wish I did. Anyway I was in my home waiting for a stud I met to come over. We met at the wedding of a mutual friend. He knew the bride and I knew the groom. He was coming in to the wedding reception as I was leaving to attend a family Christmas gathering. We were introduced and we toasted the happy couple. I lingered and we agreed to get together for a drink. Naturally we exchanged phone numbers.

 

Brad was a true hunk of a man, around 40 but looking ten years younger, more than 6’6” tall and about 280 pounds of rock hard muscles with a chestnut hair and intense green eyes. The day after Christmas I opened the door and the massive man looked me up and down. Without a word he took my hand and placed it on his massive bulge never breaking eye contact. He continued staring at me until I looked down in submission. With one hand on my chest he moved me back and entered my home. I locked the door and he replaced my hand on his cock.

 

I cautiously explored his crotch with both my hands as his cock continued getting bigger and harder. His fingers opened the buttons of his dress shirt revealing his huge buff body. In a trance I undressed myself following his lead. I couldn’t believe how his huge dick was stretching the silky white underwear until it was like a second skin around his shaft. He dropped his shirt and pants very quickly and then slowly lowered his underwear to his knees. My jaw dropped; I never saw such a massive cock. It was very long, uncut, and very thick.

 

He held my shoulders as he invaded my personal space telling me he was completely turned on by my physique, handsome face, and blue eyes. In a trance I led him directly to my bedroom bypassing the food and liquor I had set out to entertain and seduce him.

 

He turned down the bed and smiled. We wrestled in the dark, kissing, exploring, and jousting for dominance. Eventually he immobilized me on the bed face down. I never had a chance. He pinned me and lowered his whole body on top of mine. He was so heavy I could barely breathe. With one hand he put a glob of K-Y in my ass crack even though I was already well lubricated inside. I had cleaned out and lubed up inside anticipating being fucked but not minutes after he arrived. There was no foreplay with Brad unless you count the wrestling. I was trying to slow him down but it was like standing on the tracks trying to stop a freight train with one hand that was traveling at full speed. He began teasing my ass with his fingers, and then he placed the head of his pole in my crack and begun pressing it against my butt hole.

 

I already understood that resistance was futile and tried to relax my hole as much as I could. I began begging him to enter slowly so I could adapt to that monster cock, but once the head was in he shoved what felt like the rest of his cock in without pausing. He groaned in my ear. I was paralyzed by the pain but he told me to relax and to breathe. He told me to trust him because he knew how to use his weapon.

 

I don’t know if he penetrated me fully on that initial entry. My guess was no because he pulled his cock out slowly leaving just the head inside and then plunged in deeper. He pulled back, added lube, and then pushed back in again slowly and carefully. His lips whispered in my ear as his chest weighed down my back. With each thrust he was nailing me to the bed. All I wanted to do was breathe better but in trying to move I arched my back more so that my butt was more easily fucked. The end result of my move was that I made it easier for his huge cock to go deeper in me.

 

He was truly hung like a horse and he was taking great pleasure shoving his cock in deeper and deeper with each thrust of his hips. He was kissing and biting my neck and I could tell that it was a big turn on for him feeling me writhe under him. Inch by inch he penetrated me deeper and deeper with each thrust. We were both sweating heavily from the lovemaking and I was intoxicated by his musky odor. This was nothing but pure sexual lust. I thought that he was fully inside me when he suddenly lifted his chest and pressed with both hands on my back. I lifted my butt even more and he pressed his cock in even deeper until finally his ball sack was slapping my butt.

 

He lowered his chest to my back again and wrapped his huge arms around me. I was in heaven. I was moaning with pleasure while he was sucking my ears and licking my neck. He slammed his cock into my ass repeatedly until I thought he was going to cum.

 

Then he pulled out and he flipped me onto my back. Half his cock was back in me before his big hands closed around my ankles. He spread my legs wide telling me that he wanted to control me completely as his cock was again going in balls deep. He brought my legs together and then, with the back of my thighs imprisoned between us, he pressed his huge body against mine passing my legs over his broad shoulders. By pressing my knees close to my shoulders my hole was in the best possible position to be fully penetrated. He was pinning my body to the bed with his broad shoulders and huge hard chest and at the same time he was thrusting his dick inside me by just moving his hips. Faster and faster he thrust in and out massaging my prostate with each stoke until I was about to cum. But I didn’t.

 

Then I realized I was being edged. He knew full well what he was doing and how to make my pleasure unbearable. With each urge to climax he would change tactics. I was so lost in lust I didn’t know he was doing it. I was clawing his back begging him to fuck me deeper and then he paused and smiled. I began pulling on his butt to get his pole thrusting back inside me.

 

“Want more?”

 

He knew the answer. He knelt up between my legs with his hands again imprisoning my ankles and his dick still in my ass. He grinned and began massaging my prostate from inside with little flexes of his shaft. Then he began thrusting rapidly in and out but never fully out. I was overwhelmed with pleasure as my orgasm built. He continued until I could take no more and the cum damn burst without anyone even touching my cock.

 

I never had an orgasm that intense. My over stimulated prostate was pumping loads of cum over my head and onto my body while my ass muscles were constricting around his dick. My ass was milking his huge cock driving him completely wild and I sensed his shaft becoming even harder and thicker. I could almost feel the flood of his cum traveling up his shaft then pumping into my body. His back arched and he roared. His climax seemed to last forever. I really thought his supply of cum was endless. Then he began to relax. He looked down at me and his sweaty body crushed me as we embraced. His cock, which was still inside me, pulsed with an aftershock.

 

I awoke an hour later spooned with my back against his chest and his gigantic arm around me. I felt his hard cock pressing into my ass crack. I moaned and kissed his massive bicep.

 

“That was just a small sample of what my cock can do,” he whispered. “I could fuck your perfect ass all night long. Are you ready for some serious fucking?” he said with a chuckle.

 

“Will I live?” I teased.

 

“From now on you’ll live like you never lived before,” he said forcefully. “This ass is mine from this moment on.”

 

“Yes Sir,” I said as I wiggled my ass against his cock. His arm tightened around me and his body trembled.

 

Over the years Brad has been a man of his word and I’ve never regretted letting him into my life. This is a special time of year for us since we first met at that wedding the Saturday before Christmas.

 

No matter what the season just knowing he is on his way home still makes me super horny, but when holiday decorations appear and Christmas carols fill the air when he takes me in his arms it is magical. Yes we participate in gatherings with friends and family but sometimes our eyes meet in a crowded room and waves of lust will wash over me. I feel as though somebody was about to be tossed on the table and worked over, then Brad would smile and I knew it was time to say good night to the host. It was time to go home and celebrate.

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THE WRISTBAND

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The wristband

“The wristband?” he smiled when I asked its meaning. “A local Veteran in need of a special wheel chair. They ask ten bucks but I gave them $100. They gave me ten to pass out. Would you like one?”

 

“I’d buy it,” I offered just to keep him talking. He muttered something about paying big time.

 

“Thanks for helping. Would you mind coming to my place to get the wrist band?”

 

“I have the time. Point the way,” I grinned.

 

Twelve hours later when I rolled on top of him telling him I had to go home and get some sleep, he fondled my cock and balls where he had placed the wristband that he had heated and shrunk down turning it into a very lose fitting cock ring. I didn’t need a ring to keep me hard but he thought it looked sexy.

 

Two hours later after more wonderful sex I left his place with a band of support around my wrist and another around my cock. He made an additional large donation in my name when I promised to come back the next weekend.

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Dominating Sven

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Dominating Sven

Sven was a handsome Swede with bright blond hair and a muscular body made me weak in the knees.

Wherever he went heads turned. First they saw how tall Sven was and then they marveled at how handsome he was. The next reaction was either intense excitement or total revulsion, there was no in between. 

Those that were excited threw themselves at his feet. Those that felt revulsion couldn’t fathom why anyone would want that much muscle. The latter of the groups were the same people that loved Michelangelo’s muscular men—go figure. I guess they saw the drawings as great art!

I fall into the first category. I saw his thickly muscled arms and his massively built chest and I was ready to offer to worship his body. I wouldn’t have expected him to notice me in the sea of people but as he worked the stage he stopped and looked directly at me. A look of shock crossed his face and then he recovered. Hands were reaching up and tucking dollar bills into his posing suit after they touched him or ran a hand over his body. While still making eye contact he flexed his biceps and rolled his hips as he pivoted toward the men behind him.

My hands hung at my sides and the five dollar bill I had in my fingers seemed so inadequate for the privilege of touching that 6’8” 370 pounds of raw muscular perfection. He did a quarter turn so I saw him in profile. My jaw dropped. His lovely assistants were stuffing bills into cloth bags almost as fast as it gathered in the skimpy posing suit. The bouncers were doing their best to keep the crowd orderly and a big burley guy in black suggested to the guys in front that they move to give other guys a chance. I moved closer to the stage.

Sven did another quarter turn and did a most muscular at me. He straightened, walked right up to me, and knelt on the stage before me. I looked up and up and up before I saw him smiling down at me. He took my left hand by the wrist and he ran my hand down his body. He grabbed the hand holding the money and stuffed that hand deep inside his pouch right next to his cock. My knuckles dragged against his shaft when I released the bill. He snapped his fingers and a gold colored doubloon was handed to him. He kissed the coin and slipped the coin deep into my briefs until it nested against the base of my erection. Several people around me gasped as they pawed his body. Sven turned and strutted toward the next nest of worshippers.

Nobody noticed when my knees buckled and I slumped to the floor. I knelt there sitting on my heels as the crowd surged all around me toward the huge bodybuilder on stage. My hands were numb and my mind was blown. I felt my body being lifted by one of the bouncers in black. He dragged me to the back of the room and sat me in a chair before he shoved a bottle of water at me. He saw something he didn’t like up by the stage and I saw him tap a patron on the shoulder. He spoke in the guy’s ear intimidating him into good behavior.

I stood and walked toward the exit where it was cooler. From there I could see Sven strutting and performing his seductive moves on the stage. His two twinks were snatching bills from the floor as well as from his person. Some patrons handed him handkerchiefs with money attached so he could hand back some muscle sweat. I dug in my pants and pulled out the souvenir aluminum coin not knowing what it meant. I pulled the string-like cord out and hung the coin around my neck. I had come to my first muscle worship show and now I could go home and return to being the alpha male in my circle. I had not only met a fellow alpha I had my muscle worship fantasy fulfilled (and exceeded) by the biggest and the best muscle giant in the world.

The instant I walked out into the cool night air a bouncer guided me to the back of the building. I thought I had done something wrong and began to go all alpha on him until I found myself standing before Sven who was now dressed in sweats. He smiled at me and shook my hand.

“You are fucking beautiful,” Sven said with awe in his voice. “Would you do me the honor sir?” he asked with respect for me, the superior alpha. I pulled him closer and ran my thumb over his lips and he fully submitted to me before he led me to his limousine. “You posted a picture of yourself on ALPHA.com the other night in front of some treadmills and I’ve been having these fantasies…”

“Really,” I said flatly as the doors closed.

“You… dominated me and fucked me… repeatedly,” he said like a submissive beta. I sat there and smiled as we drove toward his place. I grabbed his chin and there was shock and awe in his eyes.

“So you are prepared to submit to me?”

“Yes sir,” he whimpered. I pressed my lips to his giving him one of the most passionate kisses he had ever experienced and he melted into the seat.

“You better not cum,” I growled. He groaned and crossed his legs to prevent his orgasm.

  He sat there stunned, almost like a deer in headlights.

“Sven, from the moment I saw you I knew I had to have you,” I whispered seductively into his ear.

“Have me,” he repeated robotically. “We can’t… not here.”

“No not here. When I take you you’ll be naked. I’ll be the one removing every stitch of clothing. I’ll be the one washing your body in the shower.”

He moaned and was about to say something but I shut him up with another mind numbing kiss, the kind that makes your knees go weak and your resolve disappear.

The power I felt in his arms was incredible, but the sheer force of my personality was enough to make even a muscleman forget how easily he could overpower me with sheer physical force.

“You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen, and I want you to know you are a fantasy come true,” he said softly when we pulled apart. 

I couldn’t believe this was happening. The muscle stud was a total bottom boy. I knew exactly what to say and when to say it. I have dealt with bottom boys for years but this was no ordinary beta boy. I knew he was more than a receptacle for my seed. I knew he could fulfill my secret desire to worship his colossal muscles. The limo stopped and the driver was coming around to open the door.

“Sven, have you ever been taken hard, I mean really hard and totally ravished by someone like me?” 

All he could do was whisper, “N-no, never.”

The door opened and he deferred and let me exit first. I knew he had to adjust his super hard cock. As we walked toward his apartment he held a jacket in front of his bulge.

“Turn around, Sven,” I said softly as we entered his place. “Face away from me and lean against the wall with your hands,” I ordered. He offered no resistance as I lifted his sweatshirt over his head. I left it at his wrists like a pair of handcuffs. 

“W-what are you going to do to me,” he stammered, while trying to look back over his shoulder.

“You’ll find out in a minute. Look straight ahead,” I demanded with a light slap to the side of his head. I could hear him breathing hard in anticipation. I couldn’t let him know how intimidated I was by the massive physique I was about to worship. I knew he had recently competed in a bodybuilding contest and he was still shredded. I ran my hands around him and tweaked his nipples.

“Oh sir,” he groaned at what was happening as well as the prospect of what was about to happen.

“Are you ready, Sven,” I asked quietly as I pressed my body against his back. 

“R-ready for what,” he gasped. “You still haven’t told me what you want with me?” 

“Sven, Sven, Sven, you disappoint me, didn’t you know what I meant when I said I was going to take you?” 

“I’m not sure,” he said weakly. “Please tell me sir.” I remembered how he almost orgasmed when I described what I was going to do to him when we were alone.

“Let me get this straight, you’re not sure what my motives are, is that right?”  

“T-that’s correct sir. Please sir, be more specific.” 

I knew he wanted me to go into great detail about how I was going to use his body but I didn’t have time for that.

“Is this more specific,” I whispered as I rubbed my hard cock against his ass crack and my hands found his hard dick. “Don’t you dare cum!” I growled. His body was trembling uncontrollably and there was a huge spot of pre-cum on his pants. “I promised to strip you naked,” I said and with a quick jerk I pulled his sweat pants and jock down around his ankles leaving his hand and feet cuffed, almost totally naked, and vulnerable. 

I ran my fingers between his muscular buns and felt the nub of a butt plug.

“Well, well, well, it seems you knew what I wanted all along. Is that lube leaking out around the plug?”  I began fucking his ass with the butt plug.

“Oh, fuuuccckkk,” he moaned. “Please sir k-keep doing that, it feels so good.” 

“This,” I said incredulously as I tossed the plug aside. “That’s nothing, feel this,” and with a hard shove, I rammed my entire cock deep inside of his well lubed hole. 

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh, fuck yeah,” he groaned. “F-f-fuck me harder, ohhhhhhh that feels so good, I’ve never…”

“You’ve never what,” I asked softly. 

“I’ve never had a dick like yours before,” he said while panting hard. “I’ve never felt so full before, so full of cock, and so hard and thick. Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, please sir, I think I’m gonna cum, sir. F-fuck me harder.” 

“You’ll cum when I tell you to cum,” I snarled.

I began ramming my erection in and out like piston, hard and fast without missing a beat.  Of course my orgasm was going to be one for the ages but I knew he was losing control when his ass started to clamp down on my shaft.

“Cum,” I barked in his ear. I grabbed his cock and stroked him once before cupping my hand to catch his jizz.

“Siiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrr!” he yelled as his ass clamped down on my cock now buried deep in his ass. That was all it took for me to start blasting his guts with my cum.

As my cock started to soften and pull out he fell on his knees. I pulled his head up by his hair and planted another passionate kiss on his lips. I pulled the shirt from his arms and ordered him to get in bed. I stepped on his sweatpants and he pulled his feet free. He practically dove into bed. I knelt between his legs and began running my hands over his massive physique. My cock responded and I fucked him missionary style, doggie style, and in every position I knew.

We slept briefly and then we showered together. I teased him mercilessly before I allowed him to start washing my body. He complimented my physique even though he was twice as muscular as I am. His cock was hard and throbbing as he washed my cock and balls.

“I was wondering if I had the chance to have this monster cock everyday if I could take it,” he said as I touched his body with my shaft. “After my third, or was it my fourth orgasm… as my last orgasm plowed through me, I knew the answer. You just tell me when and where, and I’ll be there,” he promised. 

Cum was still running out of his ass as I plunged my hard cock in one final time before midnight; right there in the shower.

I had my way with him again during night and in the morning I fucked the hungry bottom boy again before I dressed to leave. He knelt before me still naked and handed me a business card.

“Please come back,” he begged.

“We’ll see,” I said as I looked down at him. Then I simply walked out and stepped into the waiting taxi.

 

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CHARLES WELLINGTON PARKER III

I was the guest on the thousand acre estate of Charles Wellington Parker III. The manor house had twenty five rooms and Charles lived there alone, except for the maids and cooks. We had been friends as little kids and then we met again after college.  It was as if we had never lost contact. You see my mother worked for his family when I was small and we lived in a tiny cottage on the property. Then we moved away when my dad was transferred. They were still extremely wealthy and I was still middle class poor because of college debts.

 

I accepted an invitation to stay the weekend and after a wonderful meal and stimulating conversation I retired. I checked my email, stripped, and was just about to crawl into bed when there was a knock on the door. 

 

“Is there anything you need?” Charles asked when I opened the door a crack. “You can’t ring for anyone because the staff and cook have gone for the night. Everybody who works here lives in town.”

 

“There aren’t any bath towels. I’m wearing the only towel in the bathroom.” I told him. I swung the door open to show him what I meant. 

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“Impossible!” he said as he got an eyeful of my huge physique. He charged past me and I heard him laughing in the bathroom. “Daniel,” he called to me. He stood before what I thought was just a mirror and behind the mirror was a linen closet. Not only were there towels but there were also robes and extra sheets. I grabbed a terrycloth robe and returned to the bedroom. Charles had his shirt and shoes off and was opening his belt. Damn he was buff. His pants fell around his ankles and he was naked.

 

His soft cock was six inches long and his balls hung low and looked full. I couldn’t seem to tie a knot with the robe’s belt. He pushed the robe off my shoulders and pressed his naked body to mine. 

 

“Don’t think badly of me,” he whispered. He pulled away and looked like he was going to run. I grabbed him and pulled him against my body.

 

“I’ve known you for eighteen years and I wanted you to do this the first day I met you again after college,” I said as I hugged him tightly. “Stay with me tonight?” I asked as I looked in his eyes. He threw his arms around me.

 

“No,” he said and I was crestfallen. “That bed is too small, so you have to stay with me in my room.”

 

“Charlie you are such an asshole!” I said before I kissed him. Maybe my bed was too small to sleep in but it was perfect for fucking. Two hours later we climbed into his king size bed and snuggled up to get some sleep.

 

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MY COUSIN THE MARINE

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MY COUSIN THE MARINE

 

“When this water warms up I want you in the shower with me,” he said as I finished shaving.

 

“Why? I can wait until you finish,” I said preparing to brush my teeth. I was visiting colleges and staying with my cousin who had recently been honorably discharged from the Marines. I made the mistake of calling him an ex-Marine. He corrected me telling me there were no ex-Marines. Once a Marine, always a Marine.

 

“Now!” he ordered. I set down the toothbrush and did as he said. He dropped the towel and pushed his hard body against mine. “Why?” he barked my question back at me. “So I can fuck you!” he growled. “You’ve been here three days teasing me with your touching and staring and drooling and lusting for my cock… and that boner of yours tells me you want it right now.”

 

I was like a deer in headlights. He spoke and I obeyed. I knelt. He fucked my throat and then he fucked my ass. As a matter of fact he fucked me seven times that night. Ten years older and he had twice my stamina. Ultimately he picked the college and my course of study… He trained me in the gym and taught me how to eat properly. He fed me the supplements he took.

 

Punishment for not getting an ‘A’ was no sex for a week. In four years I only got a ‘B’ once and that happened in my freshman year. Since graduation our accounting business has provided us with lifestyle beyond my wildest dreams. Even though I am now taller and more muscular, whenever he starts the shower I come running. All he has to say is “Now!” and I am his to command.

 

 

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Alex in Wonderland AKA Disney World

 

My name is Alex and I was in Disneyworld with my cousin and her family. Don’t ask how I got roped into going. By 9am I had enough of her kids so I went off on my own. The plan was that I was to meet them at 4pm in the Magic Kingdom near the Flying Carpet ride and then we would decide where we be going for supper. I allowed plenty of time to get from Epcot to the Magic Kingdom so I was early. I found a bench in the shade where I could see them approach from any direction.

 

Then about 4:15pm I got a text from my cousin. Jane and Ted (her kids) tired /sick back at hotel. Sorry… On your own for supper.

 

Damn, I thought. I could have stayed at Epcot.

 

I was getting up when I saw the glitter of a trading pin under the bench. Disney sells these little one inch enameled cloisonné pins everywhere and people trade them. The pin depicted the genie from the Aladdin movie. It didn’t have the pin back that would hold it in place so I guessed some kid lost it or tossed it because he didn’t want it. Holding it between my fingers so I didn’t get stuck with the sharp point I rubbed the dirt from the face with my thumb.

 

A gust of wind seemed to whirl around me and I found myself standing in front of the French restaurant in Epcot where I was going to suggest we eat. My cousin’s kids should experience more than hot dogs and hamburgers. I knew my cousin and her husband would love the food. I even made reservations just in case they agreed. I had to sit. The fountain to the right of the entrance was the closest spot. I looked down at the pin in my hand and when I looked up again a handsome bearded man was smiling down on me.

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“Are you okay?” he said putting a hand on my shoulder. “It was rather abrupt but I know the reservations are for 5pm unless you would like to wait until later,” he said in the sexiest voice I ever heard.

 

My shoulders suddenly expanded until they were as big as bowling balls. My wimpy biceps and triceps began growing until they were bigger than my head. Huge pectorals began stretching my polo shirt. I could feel my back and lats thickening my back. My legs started to grow longer and bulge with muscle until my shorts threatened to split. Then the shorts… changed into tailored cargo shorts. My hand stitched shirt fit me perfectly. I was in shock! I ran my hand along my rock hard stomach and it was like a brick-wall. I stood and almost lost my balance. I was taller. I looked from the man to the pin and back at the man.

 

“The pin doesn’t look anything like me,” he grinned.

 

“I don’t look anything like me!” I laughed. “How…”

 

“I’ll explain everything later,” he said as he turned to the reservation desk. “There were to be three adults and two children but the kids got sick. There will be just the two of us tonight,” he informed the French woman. I realized he was speaking French and I understood every word; I knew about three French words before today. Her accent told me she was from the south of France. We were led upstairs to a table by the window. I was able to order my meal in fluent French and after the waiter poured the wine I turned to my new friend.

 

“Is it time to explain?”

 

“This isn’t the place but I will explain if you insist,” he said in an ancient language. I understood every word of his fantastic tale but nobody else around us did. Of course I didn’t believe him. It didn’t explain the lack of a genie lamp, the legendary smoke, and the promise to grant three wishes.

 

“So how did you get in the pin,” I asked in English.

 

“The last thing I remember was being in China. Wu Lee fell and I tried to save him. The next thing I saw was you holding that pin. I read your thoughts and brought you here. Touching you I knew your desire for a physique…” he was saying as the food arrived.

 

The dessert and the final wine arrived as the lights around the lake dimmed. He paid for the meal and we got up to go watch the fireworks display. I stopped in the restroom and he followed me in. After washing my hands the restroom started to move like and elevator. The door opened and we were on the top of the replica of the Eiffel Tower. Seconds later the spectacular fireworks began. His powerful arms wrapped around me from behind. He kissed my ear and whispered all the things he wanted to do once he got me back to our rooms. I was so excited I almost filled my shorts with cum.

 

That night he exceeded all his promises.

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In the morning I awoke confused. I showered and began to get dressed. I still could not believe my physique. I couldn’t believe I was a billionaire. I was lost in thought when Gene walked in clad in a robe. He had been to the gym and the pool. When his robe opened the sight was… spectacular. I took his sweaty body into my arms and kissed him.

 

“What about my cousin?” I asked. He looked at my cell phone and gave a nod. It rang.

 

“Thank you so much for this vacation,” my cousin gushed. “We are about to board your private jet to go back to the frozen north.”

 

“Stay another week,” I suggested knowing her husband was eager to get back to work.

 

“We couldn’t!” I could almost see her blush. “We had a great time. You and Gene are wonderful hosts.” She coached her kids. “Thank you.” She and the family said as a chorus. I could hear the engines winding up for takeoff. They would be landing in a nor’easter. There was already a foot of snow on the ground.

 

“I hope they get home safe,” I said as I put the phone on the charger.

 

“I’ll make sure they will,” Gene said as his arms surrounded me. I could feel his hard cock rub against my ass.

 

“Gene, thank you for last night, this morning, this physique… everything,” I said as I turned to face him. I shoved the robe off his shoulders and began running my hand over his massive physique. Before the robe hit the floor we were both naked. I led him to the bed where we spent the day making love.

 

The stocks that Genie picked to buy that day made a modest profit even though the stock market was down a couple points. That night we had supper in Rome and we were back in our Orlando condo before midnight. Why Rome you might ask? We had to be there to prevent a catastrophe at Gene’s favorite restaurant. Had we not been there the oven that exploded would have leveled most of the block. As it was it just blew a hole in the wall to the alley.

 

I spooned in his arms that night thinking about picking up that pin under the bench. I reached for it and polished it with my thumb. I felt his cock rise behind me.

 

“Are you awake?” he whispered.  I nodded. “Rubbing that pin let me see your inmost sexual desires,” he chuckled.

 

“Oh Gene!” I gasped. And we were off to another marathon of lovemaking.

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Dan the Mountain Man

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Dan the Mountain Man

 

I hadn’t put much credence to the legends, rumors and stories I had heard about the newest phenomenon to hit the bodybuilding world.  They say he came out of the Rocky Mountains but they didn’t say if it was the Canadian Rockies or the American Rockies. They said he was a cross between a mountain man and the abominable snowman. The rumors said he started to work out the day he took his first steps. By the time he was five he was chopping and stacking cords of firewood and that as a teen he had a pet bull that to this day he carries on his shoulders. It sounded to me like the Paul Bunion legend had been attached to the guy.

 

I had been around bodybuilders all my life. As a matter of fact I am a fourth generation bodybuilder. Our family genetics lend to bodybuilding although not everyone in the clan is a bodybuilder. Those not interested in the sport have a natural physique and are quite handsome. We are the boy next door, the handsome rogue quarterback, the hunk of a fireman, the Highway Patrol Man whose shirts bulge with muscle.

 

We tend not to compete in bodybuilding contests. My great grandfather would psyche out other contestants by just showing up. I have to admit I have done it too. I wasn’t even registered to compete and the others were saying I had the big trophy hands down. Also we tend not to show our age. My grandfather, dad, and I have been mistaken for brothers with a large age spread. They usually don’t believe we are three generations.

 

I was on my way to the big and tall shop in the mall not knowing the shop had scheduled a posing exhibition to promote their store. I saw the crowd gathered and skirted the outside edge of the group to get the shirts I ordered. Inside it was a quiet haven. The event seemed to have the opposite effect on their business because the store was devoid of customers. Even the sales people were at the front window looking out. My salesman, Roger, was among them. He was so focused on what was going on out in the mall he didn’t even see me come in.

 

“It is about to start,” he said with distant awe in his voice. I think he was talking to himself more than to anybody else.

 

“I’m here for the shirts I ordered,” I said to start the conversation.

 

“Holy…” he gasped and his mouth hung open. I followed his gaze and saw the guy on the stage posing. He was in the super heavyweight class and he was lean and cut and handsome but he looked like any other amateur bodybuilder with a well developed physique. He had a great body but his posing routine sucked. It was choppy and repetitious.  Chest, arms, back, legs… chest, arms, back, legs… chest, arms, back, and legs. He didn’t smile enough and he didn’t make eye contact with his audience or interact with them. I stopped watching him because his posing hurt my eyes and I walked to the back of the store to see what was on the sale rack. A roar went up outside and I looked up to see him doing a most-muscular pose. Probably his best pose because he held it and worked it. I turned back to the sale rack.

 

I found a windbreaker that would fit me and a 7x tank top that I wanted to try on. I might be able to use the shirt in the gym if it didn’t fall off my shoulders. I was in the changing room when the store owner ushered somebody in and asked him to model some of their clothing.

 

I heard Roger, my salesman, gushing outside at the entrance to the changing rooms about how big and massive and gigantic and enormous and colossal Dan the Mountain Man was.

 

As I stood before the three way mirror I heard the muttering of the other man in the changing cubicle next to mine complaining that the shirt was too small.  Just turning made the 7X shirt slip off my shoulders, so I took off the shirt and tossed it over the top of his cubicle.

 

“Try this,” I said.

 

“Thanks,” he answered. “Hey it fits,” he said as his door swung open. “Thanks mister,” he said as he stepped up to the three way mirror. He was naked except for the shirt I tossed to him. The 7x shirt that came almost to my knees barely covered his bare ass. He wasn’t doing anything, but his entire body seemed to be flexing with suppressed power. In the mirror I could see the cock of my dreams lazily hanging down like a python. The length not only suited him he filled the shirt with the biggest physique I had ever seen. The arms on the man looked like oversize footballs and ball of his biceps swelled enormously as he scratched his neck.

 

His colossal chest spread and lifted as he inhaled a deep breath, making the fibers and cables of the exposed muscle beneath the shirt dance and demand attention. The tanned skin on his back rippled and bunched as he moved his shoulders. His thighs were the size of the average man’s waist. I knew he had to be north of seven feet tall. He turned and faced me and the two thick slabs of pecs filled in the shirt, pushing the points of his nipples against the material. He walked toward me with his hand extended in greeting. “I’m Dan,” he said. “Man you are one built son-of-a… oops sorry I forget I’m in polite society,” he said.

 

“Mason, my name is Mason,” I said as I shook his paw. His handshake was warm, firm, strong, commanding, powerful, masculine, and sexy. I realized that this was the guy I saw posing in the mall. I am tall so most guys look up to look me in the eye but I was staring at his chest and he was fucking huge. “Daniel how…” I said as I looked up and up and up. He was fucking purely masculine.

 

“How tall am I? I’m 7’3” and growing,” he said.

 

“I was going to ask how you find clothes to fit your physique,” I smiled through the lie.

 

“I learned how to make shirts from scratch. My mom taught me. Jeans that fit my legs have to be taken in at the waist—mom taught me how to do that too. Most of my shoes come from mail order. Want to know a secret? At home I mostly go around naked,” he confided. That was why he was so comfortable being half naked with his cock dangling out of the shirt.

 

“I wouldn’t recommend that in public,” I smiled.

 

“Yeah but a posing suit is ok, go figure,” he chuckled. “You’re a bodybuilder, can you explain that?”

 

“The logic is, I want to see every muscle in your body except what is between your legs,” I blurted out without thinking. He lifted off the shirt and my cock reacted before I could speak. He noticed. He looked at the tag sewn into the shirt but I could see his cock chubbing up too. Then he lifted his right arm and tensed the muscle into a bulging mass of powerful sinew. I watched the biceps and triceps swell thicker and thicker until the muscles were literally ready to burst through the skin. His skin was so thin, and so incredibly tight! It stretched exposing the muscle fibers. Then he lifted the other arm and did it again. Thick wings spread beneath his arms and the serratus muscles stood out in high definition. His delts grew higher and higher until they nearly touched his earlobes. His neck was almost as wide as his head. He was tall and wide and handsome and super muscular. I forgot all about the choppy transitions in his routine. He quickly lowered his hands and covered his genitals with the bunched up shirt.

 

“Is there a problem,” the store owner asked.

 

“Clothes are too small,” Dan said.

 

“Need 7x,” we said together. The manager left I assume to get bigger clothing. Dan moved forward and his cock made contact with my skin—his balls banged against my abs. I could feel something happening, that I wasn’t entirely comfortable with. I was... excited and horny and my balls tingled. I was intimidated by Dan’s alpha posturing.  My heart was racing and I felt weirdly hot like when the AC delays coming on and humidity makes the room stuffy. I could smell Dan’s body. His musk was overpowering and… damn he smelled good.

 

“I gotta go,” I said. I turned, walked back to my cubical, and closed the door. When I looked in the wall mirror I saw the streak of pre-cum on my chest. “The son-of-a-bitch marked me,” I muttered to myself. My breathing had quickened, my heart was beating rapidly, and my pits were damp with sweat. I felt a drop of perspiration running down the crevice of my spine and creeping into my ass crack.  I felt simultaneously excited, and scared, and curious about my encounter with the 7x giant.

 

I looked down at myself and pulled a long breath into my lungs through my nostrils. I pulled on my shirt and watched the two great plates of my pectoral muscles shove against the material. I felt the nipples drag against the cotton sending deep sexual thrills through my frame. My swollen cock still throbbed.  Could I still smell the musk of his pre-cum on my body? I inhaled deeply. Damn, I really could still smell the musk of his pre-cum. “He marked me,” I whispered as I re-lived first contact. My hardened nipples were obvious. I had to calm down before I went back into the store.

 

I opened the cargo shorts I was trying on and let them fall to the floor. I had to sit to get the shorts over my shoes and my favorite fantasy began transforming the cubical into a shower room. Curls of steam billowed all around me as I hung my shirt and shorts on the back of the door. He uttered the words to a song and I recognized the lyrics. It was as if he was singing along with the song playing in ear buds. His huge physique loomed in the fog. There was a slap and I realized it was the soapy wash cloth making contact with rock hard traps.  I entered the fog and my left hand made first contact on his hip to tell him I was there. My right hand scrubbed his back with the soapy cloth while my left hand touched his cock. It felt like a foot long sausage that was morphing as it engorged and stiffened.

 

I was standing at Dan’s left hip simultaneously fondling his low hanging balls and scrubbing his lower back. My right hand drifted into the cleft between his butt cheeks and his legs spread to give me access. An electric shock traveled down my dick and into my balls when my cock made contact with his side. Intense heat spread into my belly as my left hand tried to surround his prick. It was throbbing with each heartbeat and I ached to feel his cock stretching my hole and shoving deep inside me.

 

Time slowed and I could see every drop of water bounce off the skin of his massive pecs like tiny bullets. I heard the echo of a groan as the fingers of my right hand breeched his hole. My left hand squeezed the foreskin to form a reservoir filled with pre-cum.

 

His abs expanded and receded as his breath quickened and I traced the cobblestones of perfectly developed muscle with lust. My heart thumped in my chest as my fingers circled the rock hard nipple. My mouth went dry as I touched the other nipple with my tongue.

 

“Where should I start?” I whispered as I let my lower teeth linger and scrape across his distended nub.

 

“I think you made a fine start already,” Dan said biting his lower lip as my fingers continued to stroke his prostate.

 

Dan’s huge muscular arm surrounded my head and pulled my nose into his dark pit. The manly musk of Dan’s body mingled with the smell of the soap, rank sweat, stale cologne, and a hint of leather, sandalwood, coconut, and vanilla. I sniffed in like a wild animal catching hints of a potential mate in heat.

 

My hand applied liquid soap afraid that Dan would stop me if I bent to recover the wash cloth.

My hand traveled over every inch of his mighty chest as I worshiped. My hand lathered his delts and traveled over biceps and triceps, along his forearm, and finally I took Dan’s hand into mine and kissed his fingers. It was an act of subtle submission and Dan smiled.

 

I was his and he could do as he pleased with me. He ran his hand along my arm and moved my body to face him. I ran my hands over his massive physique with long strokes before moving to parts still unexplored to continue the worship of the most astounding body I ever touched. There is nothing like the sensation of moving your hands across another man’s physique in such an intimate way.

 

I could feel the muscle fibers move beneath his skin, I could feel the warmth of his flesh, and the power emanating from the man as Dan lifted both arms into a double biceps flex. I soaped both armpits, down his lats, and up to his triceps.

 

Dan watched me touch him with a growing sense of lust. I’m sure that he had been worshiped before but for me this was something special, something unique and for me this was a huge turn-on. I was discovering the intimately one man can find in another while exploring Dan. At the same time I was exploring my own feelings, allowing the worship of a man’s body to explode inside me. I moved my hands down Dan’s body to his slim hips and stepped in closer. I rested my hands there for a moment to savor this deep intimacy.

 

The hot water splashed and rained down on our intertwined bodies and I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision and when I opened my eyes again the fantasy evaporated.  I sat on the bench nearly in tears. What about the blowjob I was about to perform in the fantasy. Missing was the seed he would repeatedly plant in and on my body. Missing was the ultimate submission to the gigantic bodybuilder pounding his love tool into my ass and filling me with his cum.

 

I tried with all my might to drag my mind back into the fantasy.

 

“Fuck, that feels so good,” I whispered the words I wanted to hear Dan speak. The feeling of sexual power increased. Then Dan lowered my body onto his cock and began using me, holding all the weight of my entire body against the tiles and using my ass as a fuck toy. He thrust up into my ass as he lifted and lowered my body up and down on his pole, letting out a string of filthy words and outlandish threats. Tile was breaking and falling onto the floor and…

 

“Hello?”

 

“I’m not done yet,” I said to answer the knock on my cubical door. Aw, fuck, who is that? I heard Dan moan in my fantasy.

 

“Are you okay in there?” a voice chuckled.

 

“Yeah. Maybe. I… that… yeah,” I called out to the guy on the other side of the door.

 

Gonna fuck you, the phantom voice echoed in my ears and then was gone.

 

“Hey, would you like to get some lunch in the mall?” Dan asked. It was definitely Dan.

 

“Yeah, yes… um I’ll be right out.”

 

“I’ll be at the cash register,” he said as his voice faded.

 

Again I tried to engage the fantasy but nothing happened.

 

I dressed and gathered everything I brought into the room and made my way to the front of the store. Dan looked up and smiled at me. It was as if he knew what was happening in my fantasy but I knew that was ridiculous.

 

“I checked on the shirts you ordered and it looks like they’ll be here by next Friday. Usually they don’t take this long but with the and blah, blah, blah, blah,” he continued as I tuned him out.

 

“Will you call me and leave a message when they come in?” I requested as I picked up my purchases and together Dan and I entered the mall.

 

“You know what?” Dan said as we entered the food court. “I especially liked the part where you were finger fucking my ass as you fondled my balls, but the way you were riding me…”

 

I stopped in my tracks and he continued on towards the oriental food. He smiled and returned to where I was standing.

 

“My shower at home is about the size of those changing rooms back in that store. White tiles, three showerheads, and a rain shower on the ceiling,” he said describing my fantasy shower room. “Would you like to skip lunch and follow me to my place? I have some leftovers in the refrig…”

 

“Yes,” I cut him off. “Yes right now!”

 

“There were also some tender moments like when…”

 

“Shut up. Be quiet. Lead the way,” I said quietly. I was red faced as we walked toward the exit. A hand rested on my shoulder when we got to his car.

 

“I have a few fantasies that I would also love to share with you,” he said as he unlocked the car. If he said that to insure I would follow him home he was wasting his breath because if reality was half as good as that dream had in the mall, I was his for life.

 

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