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Too Forward? Parts 1 - 7

londonboy

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Listen, I know I’m being a little forward and maybe coming on too strong, but I caught you watching me as I worked out and . . . well, it kind of turns me on.  I’m really an exhibitionist at heart.  I crave attention.  I guess you could say that’s why I work out.  I want to get these muscles bulging so people will notice me . . . blatantly stare at me.  I can see the desire in your eyes, man.  Even now, you keep stealing glances down at my arms.  I got ‘em nice and pumped for you, didn’t I?  No need to answer, man, your open mouth is all the reply I need.  Arms maketh the man, as they say . . . right?  Look at you squirming.  I’m making you nervous, aren’t I?  What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?  No biggie, dude, your body is speaking volumes.  Each time I tense my arms, like this, your body quivers a little – like you got a chill or something.  It’s really cute.  And those nylon basketball shorts ain’t hiding a thing, man.  You’re sporting a mighty fine slab of sausage, too – that’s clear to see.  Something must be rocking your world.  Muscles do it for you, man?  Cause showing off all my bulging mass for a guy gets me stiffer than a Redwood.  Wow, cue the heavy breathing.  I could give you a show right here, right now if you’d like, man.  It would be no problem.  I don’t care if anybody walks in.  Hell, they can enjoy the performance, too.  The more the merrier is always my motto.  I bet you like the way hard muscle feels, don’t you man?  I bet you’re a groper.  Cupping softball-sized biceps, kneading stone-like pecs, or strumming a solid six-pack.  I’m thinking all of that makes you as weak as a wet noodle.  Dude, you might as well just take a good long stare at my arms – quit with the furtive glances.  I’m telling you I don’t mind.  Yeah, that’s it, take a long gulping drink of my bulging guns.  And now we have some major tent action in your shorts.  The body never lies, bud.  That rod of yours has just ratted you out as a verified Grade A muscle-pig.  Just as I suspected.  Nothing wrong with that dude, so quit your blushing.  I pack on muscle to make guys like you happy.  Sure, there’s a messy financial side of what’s taking place between us right now, but let’s not rush into anything just yet.  I’m enjoying our little one-sided chat.  Almost as much as I’m enjoying you turning into a blob of drooling blubber.  Oh dayum, I just realized I must be your first time.  Am I right, man?  Another red face confirms it.  You mean it’s possible that a guy as cute as you has never been approached before.  Oh fuck, make my day and tell me you’re also a muscle worshipping virgin.  Bingo!  I’ve hit the jackpot.  You look to be about twenty-six or seven.  There must be so much pent-up sexual frustration in that body of yours you’ll be like Mount Vesuvius when you finally erupt.  My hard chest is just dying to be the city of Pompeii and be covered by your hot man-lava.  Oh bummer, gray shorts don’t hide leakage very well, do they?  Sorry about that, man.  Listen, I had a killer workout today and the endorphins that are kicking around in my body have me higher than a kite.  That, in turn, makes me feel very generous.  Very generous, indeed.  How about I give you an introductory worshipping session for free?  Consider it an early Christmas, birthday, or Hanukah gift.  No, don’t go feeling guilty or non-deserving.  Just take it in the spirit it is given.  Trust me, I’m going to make sure I have some fun, as well.  So, I take that bouncing crotch of yours as a positive response.  I only have one request, dude.  You fix me dinner when we’re done.  You look like someone who’d be a good cook and I haven’t had a homemade meal in a while.  Most guys into muscle just want to take me to fancy restaurants so they can show off their trophy.  I don’t mind, but it would be kind of nice to drink my beer from a bottle, go shirtless at the dinner table, and stroke your hardness with my bare foot as we eat.  Wait ‘til you see these puppies flexed, dude.  You’re going to think you’ve died and gone to muscle heaven.  I know I’ve kind of insinuated myself into your plans for the evening, but I’m thinking you don’t mind.  I’m thinking I’m about to unleash a major muscle-loving whore that’s been buried inside of you for a long time.  Let’s go do some groping, stud. 

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Part Two

Whoa!  Slow down there, stud.  Where’s the fire?  There’s no need to rush anything, bud.  Now, look what you’ve made me go and do.  I had to put my big beefy hand on your head and hold you away from my body like you were some little tyke trying to take a swing at me.  I’m going to hold you here until you calm down, mister, and don’t think this big arm of mine can’t do it.  Holding you in place is as easy as holding a paper napkin on the table during a strong breeze.  Slugger, we got all the time in the world.  There’s no need for you to grope like a wild man as soon as we step into your gorgeous pad.  Don’t you want to offer all this beautiful muscle in front of you a drink, first.  I’ll take a vodka tonic, thank you, but let me squeeze the lime, okay.  The strength in my hand will clearly produce a lot more juice than yours.  Oh, don’t give me that pouty look.  I’m just stating the obvious.  Let me guess, you like to curl about twenty-five pounds, don’t you?  Bet you’re pretty proud of that, too.  For a guy your size it’s cool, man, but it’s not going to make you grow.  You see, my big arms are curling about eight times that amount, dude.  Yep, that’s right.  I’m curling a lot more than you even weigh, man.  Look how that fact excites you.  Yeah, your big, bald-headed genie, here, could pick you up right now and curl your entire body while he walked around looking at your nicely decorated living room.  You’re slobbering, dude, wipe your mouth.  You gotta try and hang on to all that boiling, muscle-loving juice as long as you can, squirt.  We haven’t even started the fun and I can tell you’re about to pop like a lonely kernel of corn thrown into an open fire.  Don’t see you scrambling to make those drinks, dude.  I’m offering you a complimentary worship session – since it’s your first time and all – but that doesn’t mean I don’t expect some other forms of recompense.  Hey, I’ve been wanting to use that word in a good sentence for a long time.  In my profession, guys are always looking for synonyms they can use in place of the word ‘payment.’  Mind if I take off my shirt, dude.  Don’t even know why I’m asking.  It’ll make me a little more comfortable, but it’s going to make you heat up like a newly active volcano.  Yeah, take a good long gander at all this low body-fat, enormously bulging goodness, man.  Now there’s no need to stop pouring that alcohol, dude, just because you’re stunned from soaking up my big uncovered pecs for the first time.  We just want to make sure we give you some easy access for when we start the show – no need for a shirt to be in your way, even though it does nothing to hide my muscles.  I get the feeling you’re wealthy, pretty boy.  This place does not look cheap.  I’m hoping you turn into a repeat customer in the future, man.  I could get used to visiting here.  Time for my big hand to do some squeezing, huh.  Yeah, look at all that nice juice mixing in with that vodka and tonic.  We’re going to be squeezing out much more of your sweet juice in a little while, stud.  Don’t you worry about that.  Yeah, cheers, man.  Here’s to you quickly learning to not uncontrollably slobber so much when my hard body comes close.  I might need to enroll you in my obedience class for a while – just to get you nice and trained.  Look at you – already downed that entire drink.  Dude, don’t go getting so pissed that you won’t be able to worship.  Part of my recompense – there’s that word again – is going to be listening to you moan and watching your eyes roll back into your head as you feel my hot, hard body.  Here, let’s give you a taste of what’s to come.   Take a feel of this flexed biceps.  Look at your hand shaking, dude.  It’s like you’re some junior high kid at your first dance – waiting for the chance to kiss your date.  Yeah, rest those fingers up against my hard muscle – that’ll stop the shaking.  Listen to you with the expletives.  I wouldn’t have guessed you knew so many curse words.  Oh baby, you look like you’re about to pass out.  Here, let’s get you to that chair.  Don’t be silly, of course I can carry you.  You’re as light as a feather.  Let me be your big strong Prince Charming.  Now, you just sit there and recover from your first massive rush of blood to the groin area from touching my body.  Soon, you’ll no longer be a muscle-worship virgin.  I’ll go make you another drink.  Make sure you get a good look at my strong, wide-as-fuck back as I walk away.  I think you’ll also be happy with my bulging muscled butt.  Hope the sight doesn’t make you go all unconscious on me. 

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Part Three

 

Yeah, that’s it, dude.  Welcome back to the land of the living.  Don’t worry.  You were only out for a few minutes and I didn’t touch a thing.  All your precious valuables are still where they were.  I simply made your drink.  I was right to be afraid the sight of my ass and back was going to make you pass out.  There’s this one guy I know that is only into backs.  He’s got a muscled back fetish that just won’t quit.  I swear he sometimes only wants to stare at me flexing my back at him for the entire session.  I turn around at the end to find he’s satisfied himself two or three times, just from me spreading out my gigantic back muscles over and over.  Other times, he likes to sit on my back while I crank out push-ups.  He calls me his wide Aladdin carpet and sits there counting the reps and stroking my broadness lovingly as I go up and down.  I think about him specifically every time it’s back day at the gym.  It gives me an extra push.  We’re going to have to be careful with you, dude.  You’re delicate.  I think it’s mostly from the fact that this is your first time around so much muscle, right?  Yeah, just nod your head, dude – it’s probably best not to talk just yet.  Here, have another sip – and I mean just a sip – of your drink.  Gotta keep you coherent for the worshipping to come in a little while.  Can’t have you drunk-as-a-skunk the first time you do some proper groping.  Of course, a guy could be stumbling-ass off his rocker and still know what particular body part of mine he’s groping since every bulge on this frame is so enormous, don’t you think.  Yeah, go with the nodding, again.  Let’s try this again, sport, but let’s have you sitting down for the fun.  Now, I’m going to drop my sweats and reveal to you what one of my clients calls my ‘fucking gigantic tree trunks.’  Don’t worry, man, I think you’re ready for it.  I’m going to stand back a little so you can’t reach them – in case the sight makes you turn into a groping mad man again, but I’ll be close enough to catch you if they start to make you pass out.  Now, remember, we’re going to work on trying to prevent ourselves from slobbering all over the place.  Just sit back and enjoy the 3-D muscle show.  Yeah, you’re doing well, bud – except for the fact that your eyes are now as big as frying pans.  That’s okay, I get turned on by that kind of reaction.  Oh no, you’re swaying back and forth a little, bud.  Feeling light headed?  Oh, it’s the fully-stocked posers, isn’t it?  Yeah, that’s one of my finest muscles, dude.  It probably gets worked out the most.  You know what they say, all muscle roads - huge arms, massive pecs, enormous quads – lead to colossal beef.  You’ll be impressed by how much weight it can lift, too, bud.  I promise.  I’ll just draw your attention back to my legs by flexing them a little. Bam!  Yeah, look at those swole puppies, dude.  Mountains and valleys of bulges and striations.  It’s amazing I don’t burst out of all my slacks.  Yeah, I knew those monstrous quads were the only thing that could take away your awe and fear of my mammoth tool.  I’m going to move in so you can feel ‘em, bud.  Now go slow.  Don’t be groping for dear life like some crazed cat on a tree limb.  Take your time.  Feel all of my hard tree trunks with those trembling hands.  Yeah, that’s it, man, soak up the reality of all that power in front of you.  Kiss it?  Look at you, ready to take all this fun to the next level.  Yeah, dude, you can kiss that bulging thigh, but be careful – I don’t want that huge thing to be sending you into cardiac arrest.  Although, it would be a lovely way to go, now, wouldn’t it?  Yeah, those plump lips feel good up against my hard skin, man.  And look, you’re not even slobbering.  See, I knew we’d get you trained.  I think you’re ready for one of my special muscle tests, little dude.  Let’s get you up here in a big old bear hug.  Oh honey, quit talking nonsense, saying you’re too heavy.  My big guns are used to easily lifting more than three times your weight.  Now, remember, the goal is not to spill your precious man honey during our little embrace.  You gotta learn to prolong the final explosion as long as you can, dude.  That’s half the fun of doing this.  Look at your eyes bugging out as I tighten these big arms.  Feeling a little compressed, are you?  Yeah, arch that pretty back of yours and stifle a scream.  It’s getting a little had to breathe, isn’t it – but you like this feeling, don’t you?  This big man has you completely trapped – completely under his power and you love it.  Yeah, buddy, push hard against my pecs with those soft little hands.  Hell, pound away if you feel like it!  My massive mounds love taking the puny punches of some worshipper.  I can tell you’re on the brink of release, bud.  Let’s just edge you a little closer to that explosion you desire so much.  Wow, look at those big veins popping out all over my big arms as I squeeze the air out of you.  That’s one gorgeous sight, don’t you think?   One more tight-crush and now we drop you back into your chair.  Take a sec to get your breath back, dude, and then have a nice long gulp of that drink.  You deserve it.  Stronger men haven’t lasted that long in my powerful embrace.  Our little pup is learning.  Half of mind-blowing muscle worship is learning that delayed gratification is like a good drug.  Now this huge body of mine is definitely clean as a whistle – so I simply use the drug analogy in the metaphorical sense.  Yeah, that was a nice long sip of vodka, bud.  Burns so good, huh.  Let’s just get a handful of that beautiful hair of yours and steer that handsome face over to my brick wall of a stomach.  Oops, pulled a little too hard, didn’t I.  Your nose okay, man?  Those abs of mine are like bumpy marble, aren’t they?  Sorry about that.  Now to just rub that face of yours over my skin-covered washboard – gotta keep everything nice and clean is what my mama always used to say.  Look how your tongue just naturally slides out, now.  Just gotta lick up as much of those hard muscles as you can – isn’t that right, bro?  I can’t say that I blame you – just can’t prevent the way your body naturally reacts to all my huge muscles?  You don’t even realize you’re moaning like some wild animal in heat, do you, man?  Time for another test.  You ready to be picked up over my head, dude?

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Part Four    

 

Before we let you fly like a bird above my head, man, let’s show you the power of my thick thighs.  Slide a hand up between my legs.  Don’t be shy, dude.  Get that hand up in there like you were trying to grab my big package.  I love the way you squirm every time I mention my big meat.  Yeah, nice and snug.  Now, let’s flatten that hand of yours.  First thing you feel is the heat, huh, man.  Yeah, my muscles churn out a lot of testosterone, so that keeps the temperature always nice and warm.  I bet you wish it was your head up in there, don’t you.  Breathing in all my man sweat as everything got hotter and hotter.  Bet it’s getting a little tight about now, isn’t it?  Feeling the pressure of what my powerful wheels can do and guess what, bud?  I’m not even squeezing that hard . . . yet.  And then I flex a little harder, turning all that muscle into stone – compressing in on that hand of yours like it was caught in a trash compactor.  Was that a wince, dude?  The pain getting to be a little too much?  Or do you want me to crank it up even more.  Yeah, those little yelps might sound like you want me to stop, but your eyes are begging for more.  Those things are pleading with me to show you more power – to make that hand of yours feel as flat as a piece of paper.  Aw yeah, man, try to pull it out – see that - it’s not going anywhere until my powerful quads say it is.  Let’s give you one more bone adjusting crush, just so that little hand of yours will be numb for a good ten minutes.  Yeah, look at your face scrunch up in pleasure-pain.  Go ahead, dude, pull the throbbing thing out.  Fuck, look at that big grin on your face.  What happened to that shy newbie I walked in here with just a little while ago?  Are my muscles making you more confident, dude?  Being around all this hugeness making you walk a little taller?  Yeah, that’s what muscle worship is all about, bro – giving you exactly what you need, what you’re looking for, right when you need it.  I’m here to make you an out and proud little muscle pig, man.  I’m here to turn you on so much that asking a big, bulging dude to flex for you will be like second nature from now on.  Yeah, shake out that crushed little hand, man.  Still trying to get the blood flowing back into it?  Just wait until we squeeze that noggin of yours.  You’re going to love that.  Ready to see your living room from an aerial view, dude?  Wanna get a new perspective on your place.  I hope that’s not an expensive shirt, man, because it might get a little torn in the process.  I slide one hand up around your balls, dude, and grab a handful of material at your chest, then three, two, one, your feet leave the ground.  Wow, listen to that bold, loud moan as my big arms easily rocket your body into the air.  Man, your shaking as if it were freezing cold in here.  Never thought being manhandled by a big guy would turn you on so much, did you?  This is what the view would be like if you were close to eight feet tall, dude.  Again, with the whimpering cries that you’re too heavy.  Bro, haven’t I already proven to you that to my enormous guns you weigh nothing.  Here, let’s move over to these nice big windows that reflect all my massiveness so beautifully.  Dude!  Quit worrying I’m going to drop you.  Can’t you feel how solid these arms are?  Let’s do some reps, man.  I want to hear you counting.  Look how easily your little body comes down and then goes back up.  Look at my form, bro – it’s perfect, isn’t it.  Working out with a full-grown man is so much hotter than just lifting weights.  Feeling your heart and cock throb as I push you into the air so easily probably makes me crank out three or four more sets than I usually do.  There’s just something about picking up a guy like I am a modern-day Hercules that makes me so very happy.  Look at you – up there all helpless in my strong grip.  I could toss you across the room.  Don’t worry, little man, I’m not into that.  I’m here to please you, remember.  I’m so good at my job that we aren’t going to do anything unless I sense you are ready for it.  Your body tells me what it wants.  Even if you never spoke a word I’d know how to lead you through a hot muscle worship session.  How?  It’s all in your eyes, dude.  I note closely what those pools to your soul give away.  Earlier, in the gym, you couldn’t stop looking at my arms.  You were glued to these guns like a kid salivating over a big chocolate bar.  That tells me you’re going to love anything that shows off the power of these gigantic mounds of muscle.  Like right now, you’re harder than ever just because I’m talking so effortlessly as I rep you over my head.  Look at the way you stare at our reflection in the window.  That’s sending a signal, too, man.  It’s telling me you get off on the difference in our bodies.  You love how I tower over you, don’t you, man.  And the way I pick you up like you’re nothing more than a stuffed animal makes you feel so small.  You keep saying you’re too heavy for me, just so you’ll hear me talk about how big and strong my arms are.  Let’s press you up and down a few more times, bud, just to emphasize my power and then we’ll put you down so that dry mouth of yours can take another long sip of your drink.  Don’t hear you counting, man.  Yeah, that’s it.  Look how a light sheen of man sweat is highlighting my pecs perfectly and how my biceps are bulging even bigger than before.  Damn, there’s not much that’s better than a good pump, dude.  I’m not talking about the little endorphin rush you must get when you struggle with your light weights, I’m talking about the strong manly rush I get when my arms feel like they’re about to explode from powering up some mind-boggling amount of iron.  The kind of weight that made you watch me all evening while I was working out.  Your eyes were full of awe, lust, and head-shaking non-belief as you watched me – just like now.  I’d say twenty is a good number, wouldn’t you?  Twenty overhead lifts with your body.  Twenty times pushing you into the air and wishing you had about a hundred more pounds so you’d give me some resistance.  Yeah, dude, stagger over to your drink, shaken to the core by my power.  Legs are too wobbly, I see – had to sit down.  Here, I’ll lean down over you so that tongue of yours can lick up some of the sweat flowing in the deep valley of my pecs.  Slurping like a pig again, bro.  Slow down, there will be a lot more of my salty goodness to come.  We’re only just beginning.  Looks like we both could use another drink.   

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Lb you rock dude.  Love your stories.  Keep this one going man its perfect.

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Part Five

 

Wow, who’s the brave man copping a feel of my hot ass as I turn around.  Go for it, dude.  Grab some of that firm, muscled cheek.  See, how I can even flex that hard thing.  Well, that was one long moan, wasn’t it?  Here, let me back this thing up so you can bury that pretty face of yours all up in it.  Let my ass cheeks squeeze the hell out of your cheeks, man.  Oh yeah, let me reach around your head and pull you up into that hole even tighter, dude.  You like that ass, don’t you?  Massaging your face like a pro, aren’t I?  Listen to you, making sounds like a baby gurgling with his bottle.  Never thought a big strong ass could make you so happy, did you?  Just wait for when my poser isn’t there to stop your tongue.  Wow, that thought really got you going, didn’t it?  Look at you, the once all shy thing is now a proud butt boy.  Damn, dude, I can tell that mouth of yours is going to be hot as hell.  You’ve got some mighty fine skills going on.  It must be the material you’re working with that’s bringing out the beast in you.  Let’s slam that nose of yours up in there a few more times.  Yeah, look at the smile on that face as I walk away.  You’ve been in ass-heaven, haven’t you?  There’s no tighter, stronger, or more-bubbly butt around, dude.  You’ll need to see that thing filling out some tight jeans, one day.  A more-beautiful sight has yet to be found.  Oh, you look so lonely over there as I make these drinks, man.  Here, how about a big arm flex to entertain you as I work.  Yeah, that’s it – rub that hard cock of yours through your pants as you gaze at my arm.  My big, flexed mound of muscle makes you get all steamed up – happens to the best of them, dude.  No one can keep from yanking on himself when I pop these puppies up in the air.  I think I’ll make these drinks a little stronger, dude.  The alcohol seems to be taking away a lot of your inhibitions.  Here, let me disintegrate this lime with one tight powerful squeeze, I have a feeling you won’t mind licking the juice that misses the glass and runs down my muscled, veiny forearm, will you?  Yeah, that increased rubbing action at the crotch tells me you like the idea.  Look at that poor demolished lime – crushed to smithereens.  Here’s your drink, cutie.  How about we trade places so you can straddle my big thighs and play with all this upper body goodness for a while.  Careful with the drinks, man!  Who knew you could move so fast.  I might need to call you the Flash from now on.  Must be the idea of feeling all these hard bulges that turned you into Speedy Gonzalez.  Dude, you’re going to have to spread your legs a lot more than that – look how wide my quads are.  Yeah, that’s it . . . ride those big things like a proud cowboy.  Look at you turning all shy again.  You don’t know where to begin, do you?  Here, first take a big gulp of your vodka tonic.  That might make you surer of where those tiny trembling hands should go first.  Oh baby, your big bald genie was hoping you’d go for his mammoth chest, first.  It often gets overlooked because of my bulging mountainous biceps.  Guys just love my big arms – what can I say?  Yeah, that’s it, try and make my pecs yield to your weak hands, but they’re just not giving in at all, now are they?  And when I tense them like this, you can’t even push in the skin, can you?  Look at you, frozen in awe.  I love it when my muscles make a guy automatically take a Zen moment and contemplate powerful things for a few seconds.  It’s like you went off to muscle Neverland for a little while.  Here, I’ll lessen the tense so you can go back to being able to grab a little meat.  Yeah, that’s some mighty fine kneading, there, stud.  You should be a baker.  How about those big jutting plugs, dude?  Care to latch on to my nipples and have your way with them.  They love abuse, so pull, twist, and poke til your heart’s content.  You ain’t ever going to be too rough for my nips, pal.  You just aren’t strong enough.  Yeah, listen to you, already huffing and puffing from the exertion – trying to make me feel something more than just a lovely nipple massage.  Soon, we’ll have you sweating up a storm.  Let’s take that shirt of yours off, man.  Since we’re this close and all, let’s get off on how much bigger all my muscles are compared to yours.  Let’s not waste time with so many buttons, man.  Let my big strong hands just rip that thing open.  Aw yeah, buttons be gone.  Now, let’s tear that thing from your body.  See, isn’t this a lot nicer – your surprisingly quite furry little body so close to all my colossal-ness?  Skin to skin is always much nicer.  Yeah, that’s it, look back and forth and soak up the unbelievable difference that can exist between a body that’s been in the gym since it was fourteen and a dad bod that picked up its first weight . . . what, maybe about a year ago, I’m guessing from the look of you.  Oh, two years ago – wow, man, not much progress for two years.  You’re gonna have to let this big powerful man show you how to lift for some improvements, okay?  Squeeze one of your own nips with one hand.  See, even our plugs are different.  Feel how solid and huge mine are compared to your little mosquito-bite-sized bumps.  Amazing what an enormous turn on just a chunky, hard plug of beef can be, isn’t it?  Twist your own with the same force you’re using on mine.  Whoa, okay, let go, dude.  I didn’t think you’d really do it.  Those nips of yours, dude, are not ready for that kind of abuse.  They need to be worked out just like the rest of your small body.  I can recommend some nipple exercises to help those things jut out pleasingly through the material of a tight polo, dude.  And when we get some hard meat on that chest of yours you’ll love the way a shirt can rub those nubs raw and make them overly sensitive.  Look at you, still trying to get over all that self-inflicted pain – while my man-tits just love your double-downed effort to make me feel something.  You want to gnaw on that nub for a while, dude.  You want to show this big man what that mouth of yours can do for his massive pec?  Yeah, look at how that idea makes you light up like a Christmas tree.  Chow down, dude, it’s big enough for a family of six.

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Part Six

 

Those are some pretty powerful molars, you got there, hot stuff.  My sturdy nips are actually feeling it quite a bit.  Your dentist must have been proud of the way you kept your chops so strong.  Yeeeowww, that one I felt a lot.  Damn, you’re sounding more like a slurping pig than ever before.  Just can’t get enough of that tough as leather nub, can you.  Oh fuck, that one sent a shiver down my spine.  Who knew your mouth would be the most powerful thing on you, bud?  I hope you can suck as good as you can chew.  Mind if I move your face to my furry pit, bro.  It’s feeling jealous of all the attention my pec is getting.  Yeah, this is how you grab the back of a guy’s head and drag his face to your pit, dude.  It’s hot as hell when you try to resist me, too.  I just power that head of yours across my body making you do my will whether you want to or not – but I know you want to.  I can feel I in your mouth.  I can feel it in the way you pretend to hate struggling against my big arm.  You know you can’t win, but you don’t submit, either.  Where’s the fun in that.  You want me to force you into submission – it’s all part of the worshipping game.  Look at you snorting in my pit, like you’re trying to inhale as much of my testosterone as possible.  Nasty little pit-pig, that’s what you are and that turns me on so much.   Yeah, lick up that sweat boy – let my saltiness give you the kind of satisfaction that can only come from an all-natural, honest-to-god, hard-earned lifting muscleman.  Let’s squeeze that head of yours under my arm, dude.  Feel that pressure.  Smell that manliness.  Lick up all my excess power, bud.  Let’s not forget the other pit, cute one.  You must always be an equal opportunity muscle worshipper.  That mouth of yours is better than a washcloth, man.  That’s what I call a true spit shine.  You love being buried in that deep muscle cavern, don’t you?  Surrounded by hard thick meat that makes you feel secure, protected, dominated.  Look at you, squirming with glee at the word dominated.  You want a big man controlling you, dude?  You want a muscle master?  You want me to be the big brother, the muscled uncle, the strict mentor – any of those sound good to you, right man?  Yeah, my pits must be sparkling, by now.  Aw fuck, little muscle worshipper, I just want to edge you on until your balls ache badly and scream for release.  I want to bring every muscle fantasy you’ve ever had in that head of yours to life and make you explode over and over in adoring ecstasy.  Let’s smack that face of yours up against one of my hard, flexed peaks.  Let’s take that tongue of yours mountain climbing, man.  God, just look at that big gun, dude.  That sight gets your juices boiling more than anything, doesn’t it?  You’re a big sucker for humongous arms, aren’t you?  Yeah, that enormous thing has gone and made you forget all the training we’ve done cause you’re slobbering like a big dog all over again.  Time for that pretty face of yours to feel a little pain smashed up against that flexed wall of granite, dude.  Time for you to worship my arm with that hot mouth of yours.  Bam!  Hard as hell, isn’t it?  Pain has never felt so good, huh?  Yeah, that’s it, dude, don’t even stop to register your crushed face, just start licking and kissing all that bulging mass like you’re making love to it.  Later on, we’ll let that hard cock of yours bang against my mountain until you cover it with some hot snowy-cum.  How about that, dude, want to lose your cream all over my giant scoops of muscle?  Those moans are the only answer I need, man.  There’s no need for words when your primal uncontrollable verbal responses tell me everything I need to know.  Man, you dig my big guns the same way a fish digs the water.  You aren’t going to be able to live without my massive bulging arms after tonight, dude.  You’re going to dream about them all night and fantasize about them all day.  This bald-headed muscled Mr. Clean – thanks to your oral skills – might need to have his mail forwarded here, since I have a feeling you’re going to be needing my big body twenty-four-seven.  Time to ratchet up this sexual tension a few more notches, man.  I’m going to have your balls a pretty dark blue color in no time.  Your cock’s about to find out what real painful delayed release feels like.  And when you finally explode, my muscle loving friend, you’re going to pass out for a couple of hours from the exhaustion.   

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Part Seven

 

Ever wonder what it was about a big strong muscleman that turns you on so much, bud?  Is it just merely my bulk, my size when I stand close to you that makes you weak in the knees?  Big muscles just overwhelm you?  Or is it when I act all cocky and make sure you know that my muscles aren’t just for show?  Yeah, is it the power, man?  Are you addicted to another man showing off his strength?  Cause I find it hot as hell showing off for you.  You want to be big yourself, man?  Do you imagine that little body of yours growing as big and strong as mine?  You wanna be able to lift more than me?  Beat me at wrestling?  Power up a bigger biceps flex?  Or do you wanna stay small and have me just continuously smother you with all my hugeness and power?  Which is it, man?  Both sound good to you, huh?  Good answer.  Can’t see you passing me in size or brute force, man, but we can make you bigger.  We can make it to where you want to go shirtless all the time – just like I do.  Yeah, man, you want some protruding mouth-watering massive pecs like I have?  Just imagine the weight of those puppies hanging all firm and thick in front of you.  They’d make you walk taller man.  Yeah, some swole pecs would make you all cocky and stuff, man.  You want to get off on your own flexed gun, don’t you, man.  You want to raise that thing and put your hand into a tight balled fist and make that biceps bulge higher and higher, to some freakish size that stretches your shirtsleeve until the material digs into your skin and looks like it’s begging to rip apart.  Yeah, dude, staring at myself in the mirror – all pumped and colossal – really turns me on.  You should try it one day – get so big that you can watch yourself flexing and bust a big thick load all over the mirror just because your own body rocks your world.  That’s not self-love, man, that’s self-lust.  And it’s fucking incredible.  We could get you bigger and then flex in front of the mirror together – getting turned on by our own huge bodies, but also by the way we’d admire each other.  Ain’t nothing hotter than two musclemen going from some intense mutual worship to a little flexing competition and then to some bulge on bulge pounding.  Yeah, I’m getting all hot and bothered just thinking about you flexing a big arm up next to mine.  And banging on each other’s chest like some kind of huge primates enjoying foreplay.  So, buddy, want to get enormous, hard, and cocky?  Want to come over to the dark side with your big boy, here?  Want me to turn you into something that waddles across the gym floor while people drool daydreaming about feeling your big body?  Want to be a huge guy that needs release . . . every . . . time . . . you . . . lift?  Look at you getting even more horned up and light-headed thinking about us rubbing all our big muscles together.  Speaking of banging and pounding things, buddy-boy.  You’ve been unconsciously rubbing that ass of yours against my crotch for a while, now.  I guess playing with these pecs and biceps makes you just naturally know what a big man like me would want.  I know you were down for some virginal muscle worship, but I’m hoping my huge bulges might entice you to offer up something else to my biggest and strongest muscle.  You sure you don’t understand what I mean?  Something tells me that backside of yours is already begging for me to fill you with my giant love muscle.  Damn!  You’ve never done that, either?  Could have fooled me, you little hornster.  You’re teasing my cock like a pro.  Oh baby, don’t get all nervous and stop what you’re doing.  No need to suddenly turn all shy again.  I’m just thinking you might want to feel all of this enormous muscle pushing against you . . . inside you.  I know you can feel how excited I’ve become.  It’s like you’re rubbing against a log, isn’t it?  Yeah, that’s it, buddy, relax back into that satisfying motion again.  See how that ass of yours just knows what it wants, without that pretty head of yours having to say a thing and get in the way.  Oh nice, you’ve learned quickly how to make my nipples stand up and take notice of your twisting and yanking.  That’s it, move your hands to these flexed arms, use these big hard things to help you drag that body of yours up and down my happy rod.  That’s it, keep on rocking until I start knocking.  Oh, cute little mister, you’re making me want to charge like a rhino.  You sure you’ve never done this before?  Well, you’re a natural, dude – some things can’t be learned, they’re just instinctual, know what I mean, man?  You’ve taken to worshipping like a baby honing in on his mom’s tit.  Damn, dude, if you don’t let me start plowing soon, I might have to start busting up some of the nice things in this place of yours.  I’m gonna have to get release one way or the other. 

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