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  4. It's probably my favorite erotic story ever. So i want to say take your time but the horny part of me refuses it :D. So please don't make us wait 9 years like GRR Martin
  5. Thanks for your kind words. That's very flattering, but as you might have noticed in some of my posts here, I have, as a non-native writer, some trouble with the prepositions 'of', 'by', 'through', 'with' 'in', 'at' and 'to'. English is my second language. German is my third. Latin is my fourth. In the case of German and Latin, I am too shy to try to write anything. I would probably just end up like Brian, when he wrote "Romanes eunt domus" instead of "Romani ite domum", and the same is true about any of my attempts at communication in the language of Thomas Mann, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe and Richard Z. Kruspe. Compared to German and Latin grammar, English grammar is relatively easy to use, and the early mediaeval Danish influence on English makes the latter fairly similar to my native language (although the similarities were more obvious back in the days of Geoffrey Chaucer). I'm very fond of the English language. It lends itself to playfulness, like the sentence: "Wandering, he walked peregrinatingly in an ambulatory fashion." Sentences like that amuses me. You Anglophones have a very entertaining language. Sometimes, I allow John Donne, William Blake (and a handful of others) cause my brain to explode. I also listen a lot to punk rock lyrics. Did you notice, that yet another spy novel by John le Carré was published recently? It's called Agent Running in the Field. I have to read it soon.
  6. Could it be The Brothers over on Metabods? https://www.metabods.com/stories/the-brothers
  7. Thank so much, Dredlifter! I appreciate it! I really like where I'm going as far as Mark and Thomas's dynamic is concerned. -Kade
  8. -: Atención unidad 3-27, tenemos un 10-14 cerca de usted, favor de reportarse inmediatamente -. "Persona sospechosa" pensé. Al fin después de tantas horas de patrullaje había algo interesante. Obvio el patrullaje no hubiera sido tan aburrido si Joel, mi compañero, estuviese aquí. Joel llevaba varias semanas sin reportarse a trabajar, la última vez que supe de él fue antes de que reportará que detuvo un auto para multarlo por una luz trasera descompuesta, cuando lo reportó sonaba muy extraño, decía que solo alcanzaba a ver que el conductor era bastante... Voluminoso... Cuando fui a auxiliarlo solo encontré su patrulla vacía y enfrente un auto destrozado, pero no parecía que hubiera chocado, más bien parecía como si algo enorme hubiera salido de ahí. Cómo no se encontró sangre, se descartó que hayan atacado a Joel y como no había cuerpo, tampoco dieron por hecho de que estuviera muerto. La molestia de que no se esforzaran por encontrar a Joel era lo único que me mantenía despierto mientras estaba patrullando, y ahora con novedades de un sospechoso, la noche se había vuelto más interesante. Estaba investigando lo que al parecer reportaban como una nueva droga que había sido recién lanzada al mercado, siendo un rotundo éxito, el problema es que no sabian que era, ni para que servía y quien la producía. Llegué al lugar y salí de mi patrulla para investigar, era una antigua bodega abandonada que si mal no recuerdo, había sido usada como laboratorio para producir farmacéuticos durante la guerra pero fue cerrada por causas "inexactas". Me diriji a una entrada pero se encontraba cerrada, empecé a desanimarme al pensar que quizá el reporte sólo era algún drogadicto queriendo entrar a la bodega a inhalar algo. Comencé a alejarme de la puerta cuando de pronto oí ruidos provenir desde dentro, me acerque a la puerta para escuchar más detenidamente, pero solo oía murmullos y ecos distantes difíciles de escuchar. Rodee la bodega en busca de alguna otra entrada hasta que me detuve cuando oí una puerta abrirse, me escondí detrás de un basurero, esperando que con eso y la oscuridad de la noche no le pudieran ver. Desde donde estaba vi salir de la puerta a un hombre o la silueta de un hombre, que se volteo hacia la puerta para seguir hablando con quien fuera que estaba detrás de él. -: Te pedí que no fueras a llamar tanto la atención y fue lo primero que hiciste, ahora hay moverse con los otros para poder seguir trabajando... ¿Te das cuenta de lo difícil que fue transportar todo... Y el lío en el que nos pudiste meter? Claro que no, tu solo fuiste a revolcarte con quien sabe cuantos tipos... Mejor date prisa para poder sacar ya todo lo queda de mercancía y largarnos de aquí -. Habia llegado justo a tiempo, quizás no eran los proveedores, pero son la pista suficiente para atraparlos, estaba listo para salir a detenerlos, pero me quedé petrificado al ver salir al segundo tipo de la bodega. Al principio solo vi la silueta de una cabeza salir agachada desde el punto más alto del marco de la puerta, depues salió una mano y seguido de eso pensé que era un tronco. Pero no era eso, era un brazo. Vi como el sujeto trataba de salir con dificultad por la puerta, como si fuera muy pequeña para el. Oí crujidos metálicos y algo rompiéndose, hasta que el sujeto logró salir por completo, quedé perplejo cuando pude verlo completo. Solo podía ver su silueta, pero la luz de la luna era suficiente para iluminar la piel obscura de aquel hombre que deslumbraba, era el doble de alto que el primero y 3 veces más musculoso que cualquier fisicoculturista que hubiera conocido. Era inverosímil, dude por un segundo que fuera un ser humano real, pero podía ver un poco de su cara, llevaba una camiseta sin mangas y podía ver sus gigantescos brazos y su espalda tan ancha que le daba una forma en diamante brutesca. Por fin comenzó a hablar, estaba hablando bajo, pero su voz era tan profunda que hacía retumbar todo alrededor y me dio escalofríos. -: Por favor, no pasó nada. Además... ¿Quién crees que hizo toda la mudanza?... Estos monstruos por supuesto -. Dijo flexionando sus bíceps que eran mucho más grandes que su cabeza. -: Mira, el jefe me dio permiso de hacer lo que yo quisiera, así que tomé unas dosis más, lo disfrute un poco y después me fui a divertir, tomalo como un reclutamiento, el jefe dijo que quería que distribuyeramos todo y yo fui la campaña publicitaria -. Ya no estaba prestando atención, estaba más atento al colosal cuerpo frente a mi. -: ... Y no olvides lo que dijo sobre la policía... -. "La policía..." ¡Yo soy policía! Tenia que detenerlos. Pero si lo hacía, lo más probable es que ese sujeto me hiciera papilla, yo era un delgado fideo frente a su gigantesco físico. Pedí refuerzos, quizás con más gente no podrían hacer nada más que rendirse. -: ¿Qué más queda adentro? -. Preguntó el tipo pequeño. -: Solo el resto de la mercancía, trae la camioneta para comenzarla a subir -. No podía permitir que se fueran, tenía que hacer tiempo. -: ¡Hey! -. Salí de mi escondite para poder enfrentarlos, o al menos distraerlos. Estaba aterrado, pero era mi deber detenerlos. -: Demonios... Te dije que la policía ya estaba tras nosotros -. Dijo el tipo pequeño, haciendo que el gigante comenzar a caminar hacia mí. Mi instinto me pedía correr, pero estaba paralizado, el físico de aquel hombre imponía un miedo que no dejaba moverme. Comencé a preocuparme de lo que me fuera hacer, hasta que hablo con un tono burlesco. -: Pero que dices, si es solo un pequeño policía -. Dijo la bestia poniéndose frente a mi. Mi cara quedaba frente a su... Entrepierna, era un bulto tan grande que solo estaba apuntó de golpearme en la cara. Las gigantescas placas de puro musculo le bloqueaban la vista para poder voltear hacia abajo. -: Además... ¿Qué no ves que lo está disfrutando? -. Señaló hacia abajo de mi. Mire y me percate de que estaba teniendo una ereccion. Me sobresalte ¿¡Cómo era posible?! Si yo no era gay. Aquel tipo era imponente y enorme, pero no por eso me parecía... Bastante ardiente. -: ¿Confundido pequeñín? No te preocupes, yo te guió -. Dijo incandose en una rodilla, metiendo una de sus enormes manos en mis pantalones, acercándome a su cara y poniendo mis manos en sus gigantescos y peludos pectorales. Comenzó a besarme y masajearme el pene, mientras yo recorría con mis manos cada centímetro de sus musculoso pecho. Cada parte de él era gigantesca, su cara, sus pectorales, incluso su mano. Sus dedos eran más grandes y gruesos que mi pene, cada roce era un golpe de placer, con toda su mano podía abarcar todo en mi entrepierna. Con dos de sus gruesos dedos me masturbaba, otros dos jugaban con mis bolas y el último trataba de abrirse paso entre mis nalagas para alcanzar mi trasero. Grite y solté un gemido muy ruidoso cuando comenzó a meter su dedo en mi ano, era una sensación que jamás había sentido, era doloroso, pero mientras más adentro se sentía, más placer me provocaba. -: ¿Quieres más amigo? -. Pregunto el enorme hombre. -:... Si... -. Dije entre gemidos. -: Oh vamos, te pregunté ¿Quieres más? -. Volvió a preguntar, su dedo seguía penetrando aún más. -: Si... -. -: ¿TE PREGUNTÉ QUE SI QUIERES AUN MÁS? -. Grito. Se oyó como el rugido de una bestia. -: ¡SI QUIERO MÁS! -. Grite con la voz quebrada entre gemidos. Ya no estaba tocando el suelo, el me estaba cargando con una sola mano mientras yo me agarraba con fuerza de su magnífico y grueso cuello. Estaba en un total estado de extasis. Cada movimiento que realizaba dentro de mí me eriza a la piel, me hacia gritar de puro placer y querer aun más, no quería que parara. -: Qui... Quiero probar lo que tienes ahí -. Le dije señalando hacia la pitón que empujaba con fuerza contra su pantalón -: Ohhh, ya veo, ya veo, de acuerdo -. Dijo de forma juguetona. Comenzó a desabrocharse el pantalón, yo solo tenía mis ojos bien puestos en el bulto a punto de ser descubierto, pero un destello azul y rojo atrapó mi atención. -: Ah mierda -. Dijo el otro sujeto sacando su mano de dentro de su pantalón, al parecer el también estaba disfrutando del show, había olvidado que el seguía ahí. Escuche las sirenas de las patrullas acercándose. "Ah mierda" pensé también. -: Dante hay que largarnos ahora -. Ordenó el pequeño sujeto. Dante sacó rápido su dedo de mi trasero, ni siquiera me dio tiempo de reaccionar, solo solté un pequeño gemido cuando salió. Me levanto y me llevo hacia un basurero que se encontraba cerca y me puso dentro. Cualquiera hubiera pensado que lo hacía para deshacerse de mi, pero yo podía ver que era para asegurarme, así podía hacer una coartada y el podría escapar. -: Nos vemos luego oficial -. Seguido de eso me beso en los labios con pasión. Jamás iba a poder olvidar ese sabor adictivo que tenían sus labios, fuerte y dulce al mismo tiempo. Cerro la tapa del basurero, dejandome totalmente a oscuras, pude oír como ponía algo encima para bloquearla. Seguido de eso se escucharon sus inmensos pasos alejarse en menos de un segundo. En seguida oi las patrullas frenar justo en el lugar, comencé a golpear las paredes metálicas del basurero para llamar su atención. -: ¡Estoy aquí! -. Grite. Oi varios pasos venir de prisa hacia el basurero -: Ayúdenme a mover esta cosa, empujemos todos a las 3 -. Fuese lo que haya puesto Dante en la tapa, no era tan ligero como para que necesitará varios policías para levantarlo. -: 1... 2... 3... UGHHHH -. Los quejidos de lo que parecían ser 5 policías indicaban que estaban teniendo problemas para levantar lo que impedía mi salida. Oí el estruendo del objeto caer al suelo, la tapa del basurero se abrió con una linterna iluminandome la cara dejandome cegado. -: Uff, creí que necesitaríamos traer una grúa -. Ese era Eddie, el era el típico policía come donas regordete, era bastante molesto y nunca hacía bien su trabajo. Voltee para ver que era el objeto, era una viga de acero gigantesca, con un peso que claramente sólo un hombre podia levantar. -: Cuando oí tu llamada de auxilio traje a todos los que pude, pero veo que todo está bien ¿Cuantos eran amigo? Seguro no pudiste ni con uno de ellos -. Si supiera... -: No lo sé, estaba muy oscuro, no pude ver bien, me atacaron y me encerraron en el basurero, pero estoy seguro que los hubiéramos podido atrapar si no hubieras armado un escandalo cuando ibas llegando -. Le dije fingiendo molestia. Eddie trato de excusarse y cambio de tema enseguida. -: Veamos que es lo que hacian estos criminales -. Abrimos la bodega y entramos. Por dentro estaba desértica, no había electricidad asiq je solo la luz de la luna y algunas linternas iluminaban el lugar. Note que había algunos espacios cuadrados en el suelo sin polvo, indicando que recientemente ahí hubo algun objeto o maquinaria. Seguí investigando, aunque mi mente divagaba pensando en Dante, de verdad quería que esa bestia me rompiera el trasero. Mis pensamientos se interrumpieron al ver una lona cubriendo algo. -: Por aquí -. Levante la lona y descubrí que eran un montón de cajas, eran suficientes como para llenar de camión escolar, abrí una de las cajas con cuidado y encontré decenas de frascos con un líquido blanquecino. Esa era la mercancía que habían olvidado llevarse. -: Genial, encontraste la droga -. Llegó Eddie por detrás de mí. Ordenó que llevarán todo a la estación para analizarla. -: Yo me encargo a partir de aquí amigo, tu ve y descansa -. No le insistí, probablemente tendria que hacer un papeleo enorme y quedarse hasta tarde y yo tenía una fantasía fresca que quería despejar de mi cabeza. Esa noche, lo único en lo que soñé, fue en Dante. Al día siguiente llegue a la estación, iba distraído pensando en que algunas partes de mi uniforme aún olían a sudor y semen, pero llegó Tony para ofrecerme un café. Me gustaba como le quedaba su uniforme, aunque se veía que los pantalones le quedaban curiosamente cortos. -: Eddie le está invitando un café a todos los chicos, aquí está el tuyo -. Lo tomé dudoso, Eddie nunca era así de amable y mucho menos con todos al mismo tiempo, pero no podía negar un buen café tampoco. Sentí como comenzó a calentarme, sabía que me iba a venir bien el café, aunque estaba algo amargo. Seguí caminando para llegar a mi oficina, veia a algunos de mis compañeros tomando de su café, me preocupe por un chico que se veía mal, se veía desde su uniforme que estaba sudando mucho mientras el se desabrochaba el cuello de la camisa. Instintivamente yo tambien me desabroche el cuello, se estaba empezando a sentir incómodo y apretado. Creo que había algunos chicos nuevos por que claramente nunca los había visto, se veía que hacían ejercicio, probablemente hacían fisicoculturismo. En ese momento infle el pecho, para no parecer tan escuálido frente a ellos, pero sentí que iba a reventar la camisa, de verdad que se estaba sintiendo apretada, baje el pecho pero seguía sintiéndose apretado. Viéndolo mejor, mi pecho en realidad permaneció en la misma posición, empujando la camisa hacia adelante, poniendo en peligro a que los botones comenzarán a salir volando. Me sobresalte, comencé a caminar rápido para llegar a mi oficina y entender que estaba pasando pero alguien se interpuso en mi camino. -:Hey, Hey tranquilo campeón -. Dijo aquel hombre. -: Oye amigo, ayer que me quede para ver los análisis de la droga... -. Los análisis... Ese era... -: ¿Eddie? -. Pregunté. -: Ja ja, si amigo, ¿quién más? Como te decía, los análisis arrojaron ciertos datos interesantes y muy prometedores -. Mientras hablaba sentía las mangas comenzando a apretarse alrededor de mis brazos y mis pantalones empezando a incomodarme, sobre todo en la entrepierna. -: Creí que quizás sería buena idea sacarle un buen provecho y pues... Ahí esta -. Vaya que se veía grande, sus músculos... Y todo su físico... pero... Comenzaba a verse mas pequeño que yo -: Aunque veo que los estas disfrutando mas que yo -. Dijo con algo de disgusto. En ese momento llegó un espasmo que sacudió todo mi cuerpo. -: UGHH -. Gemi con fuerza, oí la camisa romperse y vi el botón de mi pantalón salir volando. Me fui corriendo a mi oficina, sin siquiera decirle algo a Eddie. Me sentía más pesado pero al mismo tiempo, con más energía. Sentía mi gran pecho rebotar con cada paso, era una sensación casi erotica. Llegué y cerré la puerta detrás de mi... No lo podía creer, Eddie nos... Nos había hecho esto... A todos. Mi cabeza daba vueltas, pero una sensación cálida que emanaba de mi pecho me pedía que me tocará. Me empecé a tocar los pectorales, eran tan redondos y firmes, podía sentir de lo que era capaces de cargar, aunque también sentía que mis ahora enormes brazos les podía hacer competencia, tan grandes como pelotas. Pensé en comenzar a masturbarme pero una caja en mi escritorio llamó mi atención. Me acerque y vi que tenía una nota pegada. "Pará qué estés más a mi altura -Dante" La abrí, eran un montón de frascos, los mismos que la droga, pero el líquido en estos era distinto, se veía más espeso. Sin pensarlo me lleve uno a la boca. Han pasado 3 semanas y aún no sabía nada de Dante, sólo un par de cajas más iguales a la primera, aun no acabo la primera y el ya quiere que empiece una tercera ¿Pues que tan grande me quiere? -Ugh mierda -. Dije viendo mi último uniforme en pedazos, destruido por mis gigantescos músculos, ese era el tercero solo de esta semana. -: Bueno quizás esto ayude -. Me puse un chaleco que tenía, a ese no le faltaba mucho para que lo hiciera pedazo también, pero aguantaría lo suficiente hasta que tuviera otra uniforme a mi talla. Ya no tenía ningún pantalón, todos estaban hechos trizas, así que decidí irme en suspensorio, era lo único que podía usar ya que era lo único que aguantaba mi enorme y redondo trasero y mi gigantesca verga, que solo sobresale obsenamente por que no puede ser totalmente cubierta, pero me gusta. Y si se preguntan si eso no es indecencia, si lo es, pero Eddie de alguna forma logro llegar a un acuerdo con el alcalde para permitir a los policías usar la ropa que encontrarán más cómoda para sus nuevos cuerpos. No se como lo logro, pero creo que tiene que ver con que ahora Eddie pasa mucho tiempo en la oficina del alcalde. Ya se me estaba haciendo tarde, tenia que llegar temprano a la oficina, tengo un caso que investigar, para por fin poder dar con Dante.
  9. Really noticing some good arms gainz now

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  10. All! So many of you know I used to keep a Tumblr blog of ultra shredded guys, that is, until Tumblr went crazy and decided everything was porn. I'm trying again but this time on Twitter. We'll see how it goes. Twitter is more limiting but it seems a lot of folks are on it so. https://twitter.com/extrmcond

  11. AMAZING growth descriptions! One paragraph I especially liked: The feeling of his chest. Pecs growing beefier at an almost visible speed. Cupped his pec. Flexed. It jumped in his hand. Hard slab of meat. Full. Imposing. He could feel his manhood expand inside his posing trunks. His chest feeling hefty. Chiselled and beefy. Different than before. Different. Better. Beefier. Brawnier. Not like before. Him. Brawnier. God! Felt so hard. All of him: muscles, dick, mind. So hard. and another... His mind pumped up, because the testo ... the testo levels ... He was becoming a testosterone-factory. Yeah! Excellent stream-of-consciousness writing about growth, Hialmar! Are you SURE English isn't your first language?! This is very good writing! Thank you for posting this! Mdlftr
  12. Hey everyone. I've recently been reading Elongro a lot and was totally consumed by its storyline. Do you have any recommendations for other stories where a guy used to being pretty big gets gradually outgrown by everyone (not necessarily everyone, but several people) around him? Thanks.
  13. WOW! Thanks. I hadn't considered continuing the story but I will see what happens. Diesel
  14. What WrestlejockCT said! This one needs to be continued!
  15. I totally agree....this is a great "one-off" but it would make an awesome series!
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  17. I recently recommended this story and I will happily do so again. It's really one of the hottest dad/son stories I've come across. Would love to see the dad add his son to his harem.
  18. 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. Edward and Robert on vacation somewhere in Ireland in 2015 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. 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. “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.
  19. LINK IS NEW!

    Come on over to my Discord server and contribute.

    The link is available below:

    https://discord.gg/SvaCJt

    1. Mdlftr

      Mdlftr

      "Invalid Invite Link"

    2. ThatWeremuscleGuy

      ThatWeremuscleGuy

      Hmm, okay thanks!

       

  20. https://www.cyoc.net/ is not exclusively muscle growth is about transformation in general so you have to search but it also is going to have dragons and muscular dragons and probably anything else you can thing off
  21. This started out strong, and has great potential. I am sure I'm not alone in looking forward to your expansion of it into what you consider a "proper story".
  22. Why was I dreaming last night that I was locked up at a maximum security gym with all the muscles monsters in the world

    1. Kymuscleboy

      Kymuscleboy

      curious, but not bad!

  23. Musclenyc

    m/m FertiliGro

    Here’s a clip of that video: https://mymusclevideo.com/94929/jack-the-rod/
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