Popular Post Omnipotence Posted June 10, 2020 Popular Post Share Posted June 10, 2020 Hello everyone. Long time viewer/reader, first-time writer. A little nervous about it, so any and all constructive feedback is welcome! This part is really only meant to be a taster of sorts. I'm 110% open to change. Let me know what you think; super excited that I'm finally contributing! Without further ado: __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Part 1: Tom was hovering in midair. He casually motioned his hands back and forth, as if he was conducting some sort of invisible orchestra. In reality, he was using his telekinesis to clean the living room effortlessly and in record time. Empty pizza boxes were pulled upward by an invisible force where they were instantly vaporized into nothingness. Stains off all varieties were simply removed from existence. Empty soda cans were melted into liquid form, which was then dispersed into the surrounding atmosphere. And throughout it all, Tom wasn't even looking at any of it. He was staring absentmindedly out the window. Such was the ease of this godly display of power that he didn't even need to devote his full attention to it. I simply sat and watched his nonchalant display of power with my usual awe. I suppose I could've helped, but how the hell is a measly little human like me supposed to add to this?! Within a minute of initiating the clean, Tom was finished. He turned in midair, hover over to the couch, and lowered himself down onto it. "All done" he said with a smile. His voice was impossibly beautiful and sexy. A deep baritone, masculine voice. "Thanks" I said, trying to pretend I wasn't intimidated my his godhood. Probably wasn't working though. Tom could just read my mind if he wanted to. "Want me to send you to sleep now?" Tom asked, his remarkable blue eyes filling me with a sense of comfort and safety as we made eye contact. I knew what he meant, and what he intended to do. With my mouth instantly going dry, and my body shaking from anticipation, all I could do was nod feebly. Tom stood up, walked to the center of the room, and turned to face me. With a simply wave of his hand, all of his clothes except for his form fitting, jet-black briefs disintegrated. His godly muscles were on display. Tom was 6'8'', and when he wasn't altering his density of using his flight power, he would normally weigh around 300 - 320 pounds. I began working my way down. His shoulders were massive. Powerful, rippling masses the size of cinder-blocks, with prominent traps that my whole hand could just barely cover. His pecs were next. Each one was the vision of perfection. Slabs of concrete; almost perfectly square, beefy, and large enough to cup. Like everything else, they rippled. He bounced them effortlessly, yet could also make them rock-solid at a moment's notice. His whole chest: 60'' His arms were of a similar make. Massive, 25'' machines that I've seen lifting impossible weights. Veins running through them, looking like steel cables, running down into his formidable looking forearms. His biceps and triceps were equally beautiful. His abs were the definition of beauty. A rippling, rock-hard eight pack, where each individual ab was arrogantly prominent, and the deep cuts that ran between them only emphasized how sculpted they were. Although I couldn't see if from where I sat, I have seen his back. His perfect, v-shaped back. Powerful mounds and ridges of muscle covering it all, guiding you slowly to his 33'' waist. And lets not forget to mention the glutes that it leads to. Two bulletproof hemispheres of pure muscle (and no, I'm not exaggerating). His legs put tree trunks to shame. 31'' thighs corded with titanium veins, towering above 24'' diamond-shaped calves. All of this balancing on bizarrely beautiful, size 15 feet. Of course, as a god, Tom's whole body was free of all forms of blemishes and other such imperfections. His skin was smooth and supply; an easily missed detail on account of the muscle that lay beneath. At the moment he had no body hair, although he could if he wanted to. But he wanted to make sure that I could see every striation, every subtle flex as clearly as possible. And so the light dusting of hair that sometimes coated his chest and forearms was willed out of existence. "Ready?" he said, smirking. I would try to describe the beauty of his face, but I don't think the necessary words actually exist. I gulped. Without taking his eyes off of me, he bounced his pecs. It was effortless for him. All other parts of his body stayed motionless; only his magnificent pecs moved. Their dance became increasingly complex; the two mounds moving to a rhythm like no other. Sometimes they bounced in unison, sometimes one at a time, and sometimes they alternated. My cock was as hard as stone. Suddenly, without warning, Tom tensed his abs. My description of them before described them in a non-flexed state. Imagine now what they looked like. Pre-cum soaked my pants. I hadn't even touch myself yet. And I knew I wasn't going to. Tom hit me next with a double biceps. Their peaks! If he had flexed just a bit harder they would've sent out a shock wave. His most muscular was next. His pecs... I began to convulse; my cock couldn't contain my arousal anymore. I came. He made me, without either of us touching it. Such was the beauty of his body and face. He smiled sweetly at me as I slowly began to lose consciousness from the strength of the orgasm. With a single hand and arm, Tom grabbed a fistful of my shirt's collar and smoothly lifted me from the couch. My 5'9'' frame dangled pathetically as he held me at arm's length with such ease. He bent his arm as he slowly brought me in from a kiss on the forehead, still holding me in the air all the while. His other arm simply hung at his side. Throughout all of this, my cock was still sputtering out small amounts of cum, dampening my already soaked underpants and jeans. "Goodnight. I'll see you in the morning" he whispered in my ear, as I finally lost complete consciousness from the orgasm. I passed out at the end of Tom's arm; he still held me as if I weighed the same as a balloon. The last thing I remember was the feel of my own feet dangling in the air. My arms hanging limp at my sides. My chin brushing the side of Tom's hand that gripped my shirt's collar before my head fell to the side. My whole body rendered weak and useless from the hundred orgasms Tom caused me to have in the space of a minute. I loved that feeling. My name is Frank, and this is the story of how I came to meet my roommate Tom. Who, by the way, happens to be an actual god. 58 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liftme Posted June 10, 2020 Share Posted June 10, 2020 Awesome love the details and of course the lifting of you with one arm. Lol 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ileburger Posted June 10, 2020 Share Posted June 10, 2020 That’s a pretty good start 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sithspawn Posted June 10, 2020 Share Posted June 10, 2020 Good start but just a couple of tips. Firstly, you might just want to proof read it a tiny bit more closely as there's a couple of spelling mistakes in there. Secondly, when you say you're "110% open to change" don't let anyone tell you what they want if it doesn't fit in with your vision, and don't feel that one person's comment reflects what everyone else thinks. It's your story at the end of the day. It's always daunting when you start your first story because you don't know if you're doing it right, but stay true to what you want to write and you'll do ok 7 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dredlifter Posted June 10, 2020 Share Posted June 10, 2020 Great job! I'm hooked for wanting more. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liftme Posted June 10, 2020 Share Posted June 10, 2020 27 minutes ago, sithspawn said: Good start but just a couple of tips. Firstly, you might just want to proof read it a tiny bit more closely as there's a couple of spelling mistakes in there. Secondly, when you say you're "110% open to change" don't let anyone tell you what they want if it doesn't fit in with your vision, and don't feel that one person's comment reflects what everyone else thinks. It's your story at the end of the day. It's always daunting when you start your first story because you don't know if you're doing it right, but stay true to what you want to write and you'll do ok So true love it. I've written some stories and I got away from posting because of a few derogatory comments. I need to start writing again. 3 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jtchef2 Posted June 11, 2020 Share Posted June 11, 2020 Great start to your story!!! I can't wait to read more chapters 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
OldFashioned Posted June 11, 2020 Share Posted June 11, 2020 Oh god, this hits all my buttons! Can’t wait for more!! 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted June 11, 2020 Share Posted June 11, 2020 Incredibly sexy. Always looking for more stories of all-powerful muscle gods. Can’t wait to see how the story continues! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
asianman2410 Posted June 12, 2020 Share Posted June 12, 2020 Definitely hooked. I love the whole chapter how it's like an introduction. Great descriptions. Looking forward to more. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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