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Finally. I’d been looking forward to this all day. Gym time. It wasn’t so much that I was desperate to hit the weights or do some cardio, but I knew he’d be there. I’d managed to figure out his schedule and got mine to work around it. Not easy but the pay off was worth it. I know. I sound like a stalker, but no one knows. It’s my little secret. My little present to myself at the end of a long, hard day. My time to retreat into my own private world. My chance to admire from afar. My chance to dream, to fantasize about events that never could be. He was straight as they come. You can always tell can’t you. Can’t you? He wasn’t even my usual type, and yet somehow, inexplicably, I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Powerless to resist the pull he had over me. He exuded a raw, masculine energy. An unfinished product, a rough diamond, yet I couldn’t imagine him any other way. Irresistible. I felt my pupils dilate, my pulse quicken the second I laid eyes on him. Tall, powerful. He didn’t bother with fancy gym gear, he looked like he’d come straight from a day on the building site. He wasn’t the biggest guy in the gym, but he had the kind of body that could only be earned by hard manual labour. It was easy to picture him manhandling big sacks of cement, piles of bricks or handfuls of scaffolding poles and making it look effortless. He strode purposefully across the gym, everyone seemed to get out of the way as his heavy, scuffed work boots stomped across the floor. Half unlaced, revealing his grubby socks that made a perfect backdrop to his big, hairy calves. He was ruggedly handsome. I wondered how it would feel to have that stubbled face rubbing against mine, what those surprisingly soft, luscious looking lips would taste like, how would it feel to nibble on them? Then, as always, my eyes were drawn totally beyond my control to his shorts. Oh those shorts and the treasure that dwelt therein. He never bothered with underwear and those grey shorts, those tatty, stained, cement spattered divine grey shorts left nothing to the imagination. Every inch of that thick, veiny shaft and that glorious mushroom head clearly visible through the material. It was almost hypnotic watching that huge dick swinging as he moved around with the easy confidence of a man who truly didn’t give a fuck. Much as I would have loved to just sit and watch in wonder I did actually have to do something while I was in the gym. I tried to strategically position myself so I could get glimpses of the object of my desire. He was stronger that he looked and I could feel myself stirring as he casually loaded up more plates than I could ever hope to shift. I’d drifted off briefly into fantasy land, flat on my back on the bench press when I became aware of a presence looming over me. It was him. I tried to fight all that blood rushing to my groin as I looked up, that epic bulge mere inches from my face, the big, burly builder towering over me like some kind of giant. I swear I could smell the musk coming from his balls, feel the heat coming from those big thighs, making my face flush read and beard of sweat break out on my forehead. I felt the power of speech leave my body as he asked me if I needed a spot, instead only able to nod dumbly and hope I didn’t look like an overexcited puppy. Somehow I managed to get through a couple of sets although it was difficult to focus, being so close to the very thing I’d been craving. My mouth was watering with every rep, his big dick right in my field of vision, so close to my face it was almost touching me, feeling enveloped by his presence. I hoped I’d managed to disguise my lust, but the look on his face as I racked the bar for the last time told me otherwise. He had a kind of cocky smirk that I wasn’t sure was good or bad. We locked eyes for a few brief moments, and, no words needed, I knew he wanted me to follow him into the changing room. I still didn’t know if this was good or bad, but my legs moved anyway and I followed him into the empty room to find out my fate. I sat down on a bench. I could feel my body beginning to tremble. I’m not sure if it was fear, anticipation or a mixture of both. I felt a hand cup me underneath my chin and lift my face upwards. I saw that he’d stripped out of his t shirt and his thick, muscled furry torso was everything I’d hoped for. I got back on my feet, happy to let him guide me. He was surprisingly gentle for such a big, powerful man, but I really didn’t need much encouragement as has big hand pushed my face deep into his big, hairy chest. It felt like heaven and home at the same time, being caressed by his warm, hard muscle, his fresh sweat covering and dripping down my face. I could have stayed in there forever. I was harder than I’d ever been as my tongue went to work, exploring every inch of those big meaty pecs, running up and down the valley between them, teasing his nipples, working it’s way down towards his navel closer to the prize, still tantalisingly hidden underneath those grey shorts. I could feel him beginning to lose control, his movements becoming less gentle, writhing and bucking his body against my face and my warm loving tongue. Without warning, he grabbed my head and thrust it deep into one of his deep, ripe, sweaty pits, but I had no complaints, soaking up the taste and smell of his musk, strong, powerful, but irresistible, just like him. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven, I could spend eternity exploring and worshipping every part of this stunning, virile example of masculinity, but he brought me out of my reverie once more as he firmly but gently pushed me back down on the bench. It was obvious just how aroused he’d become and I wondered how those shorts were managing to win the battle. He put his fingers behind the waist band and achingly slowly began to peel then down those glorious thighs. Inch by inch, more and more of that thick veiny shaft was revealed. It seemed to go on forever, my eyes widened as it grew bigger and bigger until finally it sprang free from its confines, spraying my face with his warm precum. I wasn’t going to wait for an invite and I wasted no time taking that big, mushroom head into my mouth, savouring his salty taste as I worked his meat with my tongue my hands getting to work on that thick shaft and playing with his big bull balls as he moaned and thrust harder into me. I didn’t think I could take a cock as big as his, but somehow I did, making space for something I’d lusted after and longed for so long as I took more and more of his thick length. He didn’t object as I slipped a hand behind him and started roughly playing with his arse, thick, juicy cheeks from all the heavy lifting. Tentatively, I slipped a finger inside, enjoying the way he squeezed me harder into his crotch I decided to go harder and was soon massaging his prostate. Was there any part of him that didn’t feel warm, welcoming and inviting? It was only a matter of time, and soon I felt his breathing and his pulse quicken. I was drenched in sweat, unsure how much was his and how much was mine, and I couldn’t care less. I cupped his big balls and felt them tighten and pulse as he began to shoot a massive load down my throat. I’d waited for this and I wasn’t going to waste a drop. It was like nectar, warm, thick, sticky. Addictive. He put his clothes on without any words as I bathed in the afterglow, and somehow words weren’t needed. Our actions had said everything. He finally spoke just as he was heading through the door. “Same time next week”.

Hey there yall! First story in the forum. It is a short one, but I hope yall like it anyway! --------- "Ooooooh...fuuuuuck..." A deep, gutteral voice resounds through the room, almost drowned out by the sounds of wet flesh slapping against each other. Two men were seemingly having the best sex of their lives, their loud moans being able to be heard for miles with how loud they were being. The man on bottom couldn't do anythimg but scream "oh god, oh fuck" again and again as a massive cock slammed into him over and over, spreading him wide open as the cock was almost as thick as his wrist and almost as long as one of his arms. And yet, It was going all in effortlessly, all thanks to the owner of it, a man so muscular you would think he was one of the biggest bodybuilders ever, even when he has surpassed all of them long ago. Muscle upon muscle over every inch of his body. His pecs so wide and massive he could barely see over them. Arms so thick they were always in a state of flexing. Legs as thick as tree oaks. Glutes with the perfect mix of plump and muscle. And of course, a long, massive cock, giving him so much pleasure as he pounded away at the bottom, his balls as big to match. Those two weren't the only ones in the room, though. All over it there were men having sex, lost in their own pleasure as they fucked each other brain's out in all kinds of ways. All of them muscular, all of them with massive cocks and asses. All of them insatiable "F...Fuuuuuckkkkkk!" Like a dam breaking, the muscle god thrusts inside the bottom as he cums, gallons upon gallons leaving his balls, most of it going into the bottom's belly, some of it falling on the floor and making a pool. "Oooooh yesssss..." It goes on for a few minutes, and it almost seems like his release is never gonna end, but the flow eventually slows down, the man slowly pulling out his cock with a loud *pop*, the cock flopping down as the bottom drops to the floor, exhausted, but still moaning. "Mmmff...so fucking good..." The muscle god stares at his long, thick cock. It was quite a sight to behold, and even looking at it was making him hard again, leaking pre. "Hehe...f-fuckk..." He grips his cock on his hand, softly stroking it as it pulses, slowly and surely, just for his entire body to follow, growing and expanding in size. His pecs become bigger, his arms thicker, his ass rounder and buffer, a few inches taller, moans freely leave his mouth. It was a second orgasm. And his cock...his already massive cock grows even more. Before, he could wrap it on one hand without issue. But now? Now it came up short, and this fact made him shoot a load of pre to the nearest wall, joining an already huge splash of cum that was there hours before. "Fuuuuck...look at me...so fucking huge...so fucking horny..." He licks his own arms, smelling his own musky pits, turning him on even more than before. His cock throbbed to life again, as if he didn't just cum gallons after fucking that bottom for dear life. Just like that, his balls were full again, begging for sweet release. And he was gonna give it, for sure, stroking the massive tool with both hands as he looks as the other muscle gods, all fucking without a care in the world. Just like with him, they were massive, muscular men, with massive pecs, massive biceps, massive legs, the biggest cocks and the fattest asses. And every once in a while, they would grow even bigger, lost in the pleasure of growth, just to start fucking again. The floors, the ceiling, the walls. All of them were covered in cum. The only sounds were the sounds of moans, the begging for more, and the slapping of flesh upon flesh. "Mmmf..." There was a very small part of the muscle god that resounded on his head, on the very far back of his memories. Memories of fucking a guy in the gym's showers. Memories of that man giving him a "gift". Memories of waking up that night harder than ever, his cock unable to go down, just for him to grow when he came. Memories of him trying to stop, at some point, just to give in to the evergrowing lust, unable to stop being horny no matter how much he came. Memories of calling in his friend for help...just for him to fuck him, his friend unable to resist temptation, giving him the "gift" too. Memories of going out to the city, into a club, and fucking everyone there. Memories of someone going out, giving the "gift" to another person. Memories of...of... "Mm-mmf..." But his memories become fuzzier as his cock lurches, the stroking intensifying on pure instinct. What showers? What man? What "gift"? None of it was important. None of it was right. He had always been an insatiable muscle god. "Yes...m-mmmf..." A god that could fuck for hours, days, weeks, and never be satiated. A god that turned this city into a field of endless orgy, the men becoming truly happy as they, just like him, became insatiable. No matter where you go, you'll find men fucking in the streets, slowly but surely growing into lustfilled muscle gods, unable to ever go soft, unable to ever be satiated. Even if they tried to stop, they never would. Their "gift" would just make them horny again, swallowing their mind deeper and deeper into that hedonistic, perfect heaven... "F-FUCK!~" He cums again, his memories from before this point becoming swallowed up, any regret disappearing into the cum as gallons upon gallons cover the room, breaking through one of the windows, revealing the cacaphony of moans and sounds on the city below. Everyone in the room became covered in their God's cum...which only make their lust increase, their bodids grow faster. As that happened, the bottom he had just filled, the friend he had called for help, once, moaned and twitched. Just like everyone else, the cum was absorbed into his system as he began to grow, his muscles expanding. But mainly his ass, just so that he could take his god's even thicker cock. "Fuck...m-mmmore..." The god's cock went soft, but just for a second, as the growth kicked in once more, the pleasure hitting in once again. Bigger arms, bigger ass, bigger pecs...and a much, much bigger cock. Now, though, he turned to his favorite bottom, he offering his massive, bubble ass, spreading it to reveal his hole, still leaking out with cum. "Yess..." The god didn't even think twice, and went back to fucking the bottom, the pleasure bigger than before with his bigger, even more sensitive cock. The sounds of raw, pure sex continued on and on. "Fuckkkk...mmmf..." The muscle god could barely even remember his name at this point, but he didn't need a name. He just needed to fuck and grow. "Fuck yeahh...oooh...so fucking good..." With every cumshot, with every flex, with every growth surge, his mind sank deeper and deeper into pleasure, away from the life he once knew and embracing his new life further. He cums again, gallons once more, pulling back his still hard cock out of the bottom, cum leaking out. He sees his cock grow even more, pulsing and throbbing with endless need, just for him to thrust inside once more, no other thoughts on his head as he starts pounding away. "More...moooore..." He couldn't stop even if he wanted to, and stopping was the last thing on his mind. On anyone's minds. The hours turned to days. The days turned to months, and the months turned to years. The "gift" had spread all over the world, making it nothing but an orgy of muscle sex, 24/7. Many men had grown to the size of skyscrapers on that time, their growth having no limits, and yet their lust grew just as much, the world becoming covered in their seed as they flooded it all in their endless lovemaking. And even then, they didn't stop. Not one of them ever did. They couldn't. They wouldn't. Only a single thought remained in their heads, so deep into pleasure, and sinking even deeper. "Moooore..." --- "...Muscle sex zombies. You sneaked in, gave this man this virus, and then watched it all break loose?" A voice resounds, talking to a muscular man. They were very far away from that ruined world. Or any world, for that matter. Both of them looked like very muscular men, their naked bodies the image of perfection. "Yup. Thought it would be a silly thing to do. And look at that! Ain't that hot as hell" "Well, can't deny the results. Will they really just...never stop?" "Never ever!. The virus inside of them will just make them grow and fuck forever, sinking into oh-so-sweet bliss. Ain't that the happiest ending? Fuck, even just saying that makes me hard as hell." The man laughs, stroking his cock a bit. "You have issues, and I find this outcome hollow, in the great scheme of things, but...I can't deny it is kind of arousing indeed. So what, do we just leave this timeline alone?" "Sure, there's not much else to do here. Onto the next one!" "Sigh...you will let me do my own experiments now, right? You already had your fun, dooming the world with endless sex." "Hehe, sure sure. Show me your ideas, Mr big shot." The two men disappear, ready to cause even more chaos in random timelines. The multiverse was vast and endless. Surely nobody would mind a few hot experiments in some of them, right?