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Close Encounters with Joshua Banks - Chapter I-II (7/8/19)


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Close Encounters with Joshua Banks - Chapter II

It had already been three days since my encounter with Joshua, but I just couldn’t get him out of my head. Every night I had dreamt of licking his humongous 19 inch arms, all of my jerk off sessions had been fueled by images of me caressing his body, my afternoons spent by the window, waiting for the muscle god to leave his home. Sadly he never did. It seemed almost as if he had disappeared after our encounter, but then I heard a knock at the door. Standing at my doorstep was, no surprise there, Joshua in a brand new but very tight shirt and a pair of shorts. “I know it’s really rude of me to be barging in like this and asking you for favors the whole time, but I really need a ride to the gym. It’s chest day and the weights I have at home just aren’t heavy enough for me. Usually my dad drives me but he’s on vacation with my mo,” Joshua said. He played the innocent friendly neighbor who needed some help but at this point I knew exactly what he wanted and I wasn’t about to object to it.

 

I drove him to our local gym which was about 7 miles away from our street and as empty as a graveyard. It was old, the weights were rusty and other than they guy by the counter, there wasn’t a single soul in the entire gym. For most people the gym’s horrible appearance was a big reason why they didn’t go there but Joshua didn’t care. All he needed were big, heavy weights and the gym and those in excess. For his workout, Joshua asked me to be his towel boy. My job was to basically dry him off in between sets and pass him water. Today was his chest day so I knew I was in for a treat. I just had no clue how big that treat would be yet. Watching him workout was mesmerizing. It was almost godly the way he seamlessly pushed those immense weights up and down, his muscles slowly contracting and expanding. I had no frame of reference when it came to the weights he was lifting but whatever he was lifting, it barely seemed humanly possible. Feeling his ballooning muscles in between sets while pretending to dry him off was like touching a walking Greek god. By the time he had finished his work out, his clothes were barley containing his hulking physique. Luckily his shirt didn’t stay on long as he followed his final set with a mouthwatering side-chest pose which made his shirt split down the middle. 

 

“MEASURE THIS BEAST,” he growled as he hit another double biceps. It wasn’t even arm day but his almost volleyball sized biceps and grown by almost 4 inches since I last measured them, measuring in at 22.5 inches. I couldn’t help but foolishly attempt to wrap my hands around them, to no avail of course. Then came his freshly pumped, melon like two pecs. They were beet red and heaved up and down. I had problems wrapping the tape measure around them because Joshua’s back was just too wide. His chest was a staggering 59 inches. Joshua flexed his pecs and let out the manliest and deepest growl I had ever heard in my life upon hearing that number. The last thing we had to measure was his weight and while I was aware that he had packed on a considerable amount of weight, all muscle of course, I still was shocked at the number that flashed on the scale. He had “only” been 200 pounds a few days ago, but now he was 240 pounds. That’s 40 pounds of rock hard muscle in less than four days. I couldn’t believe it and Joshua saw in my eyes that I was confused. “You don’t believe that this is a 240 pound body?” he began while bouncing his pecs. “Well let me prove it to you.” He grabbed a 250 pound barbell, more than his weight, and curled it for reps as if it were nothing. And then after he was done showing off, he proceeded to BEND the barbell with his bare hands. He looked like a wild animal or a brute as he gritted his teeth and tensed every single muscle in his body in order to bend the barbell in half. “One day I’ll be able to break that shit in half as if it were cardboard,” he said as he dropped the deformed barbell to the ground. 

 

I just stood there in awe, pre-cum already dripping from my pants, watching his ripped back rippling as he walked towards the showers. To think that we were the same species, let alone age. The words “GET IN HERE” ripped me out of my trance. My mind immediately began to race with the endless possibilities and reasons he could want me in that shower with him. No matter how hard I tried, I could not think of any non-sexual reason he would ask for me to go in and I began to shake with excitement. Once I reached the door to the shower I took two deep breaths and then slowly pushed it open. “What are you waiting for? Get in here,” his deep voice commanded. “Wish I could do it myself but I am just too big to soap my own back.” “Erm…,” I stuttered as I watched the beauty that was his naked body stand underneath the shower. He was facing away from me so I had the opportunity to appreciate his gorgeous and incredibly muscled butt. I had watched more than my fair share of porn but none of the asses online where as great as his. He extended his arm and passed me the soap upon which I began to roam his inhumane back. I made sure to go over every single muscle and crevice. After I was done I took a step back in order to come down from the muscle induced high I was on. At this point my pants where already dripping in pre. “You didn’t soap everything,” he said as he flexed his butt. For a second I was shocked at what he was asking me to do but then I remembered the way he had been acting and the hints he had been dropping and I rushed to grab his ass. At first I was scared that it would be going too far but then I decided to just go for it and put my hand between his two ass cheeks, pretending to soap them. They immediately turned from two warm and soft pieces of flesh to two rock hard slabs. I winced a little in pain which made him laugh as he let my hand go.

 

 “You know,” he began. “It’s becoming increasingly hard to clean my armpits on my own too.” I did not need to be told twice and rushed to his hairy armpits. The smell of intoxicatingly hot and manly must filled my nose as he put his arm behind his head, exposing his armpit and flexing his over 22 inch arm. As I washed his armpit, I couldn’t help but move over to his beautiful bicep multiple times and catch a few feels. It did not take long until I felt something pressing against my leg. And didn’t seem short but I mustered up all my strength and managed not to look down. I moved over to his other arm to repeat my wash/worship ritual which only caused him to become even harder. Then something that could only be explained as a miracle of God occurred. The soap bar slipped out of my hands, right in front of his feet. I got down to pick it up but as I was getting up he lost his control. He couldn’t take the wait anymore. He grabbed the back of my head and using what I imagine is only a tiny fraction of his strength, he shoved his dick into my mouth. “SUCK THIS MOTHERFUCKER. 10 FUCKING INCHES OF MUSCLE MAN DICK,” he boomed. The past times we had talked he had always been so polite but now as he stood in his all his naked and pumped up glory he let out his inner beast and to be honest, with that body there wasn’t a single person on the planet he had to be polite to. I wasn’t an expert dick sucker by any means so being confronted with such a large tool was a challenge but I learned to adapt to it fairly quickly. Sadly for me it did not take long for him to start cumming and boy did he CUM. At first I tried to swallow it but it was so much and he just shot it so fast that I ended up pulling his dick out of my mouth mid-ejaculation. This led to him getting some cum on me, the floor and himself. “Oh God, now I’ll have to shower again,” he playfully complained. I had a better idea and began licking the come off his teaming hot body. My tongue traveled from his globe-like pecs to his unbelievable hard and sexy 8 pack. “Now I’ll leave you to take care of that,” he said while walking towards the door and pointing at my still very wet and still very hard dick. Before he left the shower, he turned around, did a magnificent double bicep pose and flashed me the most beautiful smile that mankind had ever witnessed.

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