Popular Post W0lven Posted November 3, 2020 Popular Post Share Posted November 3, 2020 Heya y'all! It's my first time actually posting anything on this site (that i can remember, at least) and the first time I try my hand at writing this kind of story. but since I read a lot of content from lots of authors both from here and from the previous website, I figured it was time to give a small fraction of it back. Fair warning; English isn't my mothertongue, so any mistakes are entirely mine! Without further ado, here's part one! I hope you'll enjoy it. Male Hunger Part one The humid air of his room had gotten warmer. Bran huffed and licked his lips, tasting the salty sweat racing down his head, hips rocking, his wide hands wildly jerking off his thick cock. He groaned lowly, racking a cum-covered palm through his short hair and started slapping his dick on his 6-pack, splashing precum everywhere. After a few beats, his heavy balls surged higher.. And Bran stopped, out of breath, hands off his penis, his body tensing, muscles flexing hard to keep himself from cumming. After a few long seconds, he brought a veiny hand to his mouth and licked the pre off his thick fingers, one after the other. The taste of pre and the weight of each rough fingers in his mouth had him shuddering so much his eyes closed. Bran roughly pinched his nips and grunted quite loudly as saliva filled his mouth. His other hand skimmed down his thick pecs, along the valleys of his abs, to finally grasp at his thick shaft. He fisted his dick and – the immediate, overwhelming pleasure had him gasping out and snorting air back in, nostrils wide, hips pumping- he distantly recognized the potent scent of his own musky sweat and semen, different, stronger than ever before – He needed more. “Fuuck…,” he growled out, kicking his muscled legs further apart. He needed just a bit more. His other hand left his fluid-covered pecs to tug at and massage his bloated balls, the sensations shooting up sparks up his body. They felt so good, so full, he threw his head back on his pillow; his pre-covered hair coating them. He rocked his hips harder, the sound of his bed hitting the wall getting louder. He distantly heard some of his dorm neighbors hit the wall back but he couldn’t find it in himself to give a single fuck; his attention solely focused on pleasuring his thick, weeping cock. “Fuck!,” he snarled, teeth bared, as release started sweeping through his body. He tensed ever more, both hands tight on his shaft now, tense, striated pecs protruding more and hiding the root of his dick. Not that it mattered; his eyes were focused on the way his cock thickened even more, despite the two fists holding it. Long moments passed, during which his heavy balls, usually hanging low, pulled up and sent its fiery magma up. Bran panted wildly, wide eyes almost rolling backwards, as the first load of semen burst out and arched up the wall behind him, almost splashing on the wall. Some of the thick magma dropped back down and landed on his face, in his mouth, in his hair and on his pecs. After a few tense seconds, as the thicker and warmer liquid and its unusually strong taste coated his taste-buds, a second explosion of semen went out. It did much the same as the first. The third was much the same. “Mmhhh… So good...,” Bran moaned lewdly, in a pleasure-filled haze, as his body alternated between tensing and releasing loads of thick cum over and over. He groaned some more at the ninth; the final shot, the rest of his release dribbling out thickly and utterly flooding his abs. Still in a daze, heart beating loudly in his ears, Bran stroked his heaving belly, sliding the thick white goo over his wide torso, up his neck, down to his pubes. He thoroughly coated his still-rock-hard penis and huge, heavy balls in the stuff. Then he scooped as much as he could and licked it up with one hand, the other dedicating itself to playing with his hard cock. After a while, Bran’s stomach cramped. He was quite hungry but couldn’t be bothered to move. But the sleepiness he expected after such a release didn’t come: he started feeling antsy, as though he had had too much caffeine. His cramping stomach decided him; he would eat something, maybe watch something mindless on the TV, and then he’d go back to bed. But as he got up, something felt off; but Bran shrugged the idea away. He did the same with the vague idea of putting on clothes; it was too much trouble, besides no one was there to care besides himself. And he felt quite warm; he was still sweating. The fact he used to care a lot more about not being buck-naked in the dorm, even in his room, a few weeks ago amused him distantly. His feet thudded and left perspiration on the floor as he left the cum-covered bed and wall behind him. He felt something warm hit his legs and snorted in amusement; his hard-on was still leaking. Feeling even hungrier, Bran headed straight to the small fridge and opened the door. The sudden light had him squinting -the sudden cold surprised him – as he bent his head to search for something good to eat. The cold felt good against his warm flesh and he shuddered in delight. He reached for a can of coke, rose back up, and drank it in a few big gulps. He drank another, and another after that. Then, stomach feeling less empty, but still needing fuel, he went back down and was about to take another can when he noticed something and huffed out a short laugh. “Fuckin’ hell,” he whispered. So focused he had been on filling his belly, he hadn’t really noticed that his still leaking hard-on had coated some stuff in pre. He smirked, shook his head and took out some leftover – spaghetti bolognese – to heat up while he turned on the light, searched for a fork and a big plate. After serving himself, he set himself in front of the TV and, before turning it on, he couldn’t help but checking himself out. His reflection showed him as he was; sitting on a slightly-too-small sofa, large arms bursting out off thickly muscled shoulders and traps rising high of his bull neck. Big legs spread wide, cock high and thick, still dripping, heavy balls low and resting on the sofa. His tight musclebound gut and the V-shape low on his hips partially hidden by his wide and 10 inches long cock, his tits hanging low on a decent pair of round pecs, biceps close to 17 inches and veins and striations both easy to see on his 6’3 frame… All of those were pretty good reasons for the deep satisfaction he felt at looking at himself, a smirk reflecting such masculine pride tugging at his lips. His cock pulsed heavily as pre made his abs glisten and- his stomach cramped: he took a big bite of his meal, burped loudly – the coke – huffed out a laugh, and, feeling a bit more satisfied but still quite ravenous, he demolished his meal. But before he knew it, he was back at the fridge, pulling out enough to make another, albeit bigger meal – he was that hungry. But a man his size needed to eat quite a lot to stay so big. He smiled. “’m damn glad Ian’s not back yet,” he snickered, “he’d freak if he saw me right now”. He slapped his belching cock absently, a meaner smirk on his lips. “Though I know how I’d shut him up, mmffhhh…”, Bran closed his eyes and inhaled sharply, imagination running wild, his cock pulsing harder. Bran then smiled and stole an under-cooked chicken breast from the frying pan, too hungry to wait any longer. He munched on it, muscled jaw breaking it down fast, and his strong neck moving as he swallowed, eyes glazing over in pleasure, drool dropping from his lips. Too busy eating, he didn’t notice the bigger veins appearing all over his studly body. He was too taken up by the need to fill his void-like belly. Meanwhile, the scent of his body, of male pleasure and exertion slowly but silently got stronger in the warm and humid air of his room. 58 5 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted November 3, 2020 Share Posted November 3, 2020 Well he is quite hungry.... And now i am too for more of this story Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Freaker2 Posted November 3, 2020 Share Posted November 3, 2020 Technically, Biceps should be 3 times a Cock's length - in circumference. And cum should ejaculate once for every inch. Raw muscle lust compensates for all shortcomings. Shortcomings leaves room for growth. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrAlice Posted November 3, 2020 Share Posted November 3, 2020 Love gluttonous muscle bulls! Can’t wait to see more! 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
neuheimeer Posted November 3, 2020 Share Posted November 3, 2020 This story is literally talking about a personal fetish for me: Muscle BULLS! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post W0lven Posted November 3, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted November 3, 2020 I'm glad you all liked the first part! Here comes (heh) the second. Things are falling into place... Part 2 As he bit into his second meal of the night, Bran mused that, while he had always been a pretty beefy guy – years of wrestling, lifting and an unbalanced diet ensured that -, he had never been as lean as he was now. He had figured a few stressful semesters of college would have made him pack on more fat than muscles, and that would have been that. It had certainly been true for the past year and a half, despite the time he regularly spent in the gym. At least, he tried be regular; but the last semester had only recently ended, and the flurry of activities had all conspired to keep him out of the gym for the last few weeks – cramming and passing midterms had transformed into partying. And while his roommate had gone home a few days ago, he’d chosen to stay behind to kick back and relax. Bran drank down half a bottle of water in a few thick gulps and told himself he’d go to the gym the next day – or the one after that. He had energy to burn, he huffed, a bit bewildered, his knees bouncing up and down on the sofa, his thick cock feeling harder than ever. He gave it a few yanks – incidentally coating his fingers in thick pre- grabbed the bottle and finished it. As he did, he noticed the thick veins running around his biceps and his well-defined forearm and flexed for the hell of it. Sharp tingles raced along his flexing arm and he stopped, mostly out of surprise at the pleasure he felt. He took in a sharp breath- and he felt his stomach cramping painfully, distracting him. “..Again?,” he muttered, surprised, and took in his own state; covered in sweat and jizz, naked, and decided he might as well order out. He and his roommate only had a small fridge, which was currently not well-stocked. After all, parties tended to offer lots of junk food to eat and more of shit to drink, and he hadn’t needed to go grocery shopping in a while. He checked the time – around midnight – and went on his phone to look up what place he could order from and be delivered by at this hour. By the time he called, he felt like he could eat a whole cow, bones included. He decided on ordering four pizzas and decided to grab a glass of water while waiting for them to arrive. He was so thirsty, he ended up drinking a dozen glassful of water. He chuckled; tonight, his belly felt like a big pit he constantly needed to fill. But, he reasoned, no wonder he was thirsty! He shook his head, half-bemused, half-smirking, at his pulsing hard-on and the dribble of pre that was leaving his fat gland. He stood there, mesmerized, as every few seconds, strands of whitish liquid was pushed out, extended down almost to his knees before breaking off and landing on the floor. And his hairy legs, or worse! His wide feet were looking pretty coated in the stuff, too. He could even feel the wet texture under his long toes. He huffed, annoyance covering his internal confusion; he knew he’d have to clean everything up soon. Oh well, it wasn’t like he’d let the delivery man in, he could leave the mess alone for tonight. And as yet another cramp hit him, more sweat beaded on his skin. The sudden hot flash had him scrunching up his face. Knowing he’d have to face another human being in this state had him lifting his arm and taking in the forest of hair that was his deep armpits. God, he was rank and filthy, but as the masculine scent hit his nostrils, he couldn’t help but drool, his huge hard tool verging on painful. He’d better put on clothes, Bran knew, but he had a while to wait before he absolutely had to, and… Hunger pangs had him bent over the fridge, big-and-tight ass out, wide back almost eclipsing the small fridge as he stood up again, containers of leftovers in his thick hands. Impatient and restless, he began eating with his thick fingers. The first contained rice and vegetables, which were demolished in no time, the taste making Bran one happy dude. He went through all the containers, inhaling food as though he was a starving man. He didn’t notice the mess he was making of himself; hairy pecs already coated in dubious liquids were now covered in food debris, too. The only thing that mattered was filling his gut, the faster the better. As he did, Bran chewed noisily and rumbled out growls after growls, occasionally petting the ridges of his abs, distantly aware of more sweat dribbling down his bod. At last, he glared into the last emptied-out container, irrationally angry. “Gawd I need more…,” he rumbled out, and brought it to his mouth, large and surprisingly long tongue lolling out and then swapping inside, leaving behind nothing but drool. “’m so fuckin’ hungry…,” he moaned, palming his wet meat- he was interrupted by a notification on his phone. Nose flaring wide in irritation, Bran checked it out and suddenly smiled, ravenous. “Fucking finally!”, Bran grumbled, voice low and almost menacing. He marched toward a small pile of discarded clothes and took the first thing on the pile and started drying himself as well as he could – his cock jumped several times as he dried out his pecs and head, and by the time he reached his thick legs, the T-shirt he was using to clean up was too wet. He picked up the next thing on the pile – a boxer briefs with a hole in it – and cleaned one of his long hairy legs as well as he could. Then, once again, he had to pick another piece on the pile – this time another T-shirt- and, muttering in annoyance, he dried out the other leg and attempted to do the same to his thick pulsing cock and low balls. But since his meat was constantly pouring out globs of precum, he gave up rapidly, knowing it was a lost cause and too hungry to care anymore. Quite annoyed by now, he meant to put on his usual sport outfit for warm weather; no underwear, a pair of gray shorts and a form-fitting red t-shirt- which ripped when he pulled too hard on it. With a growl, he threw it somewhere and went searching for the next best thing in his closet, a t-shirt with a v-neck. It usually showed off his pecs quite nicely, but that night, putting it on was a struggle. Shrugging it off, he stuck his meat under the elastic band of his shorts. Then he marched to the door, growling under his breath at his clothes. They felt unusually tight across his shoulders and pecs, and his shorts were skintight, bunching up as he walked, thick erect cock quite noticeable as it pushed out the fabric. Wetness was already spreading out on his shorts. Muttering out a litany of fucks, Bran went to pick up his bag and set it on the already-darker area of his shorts, groaning at the weight on his dick, then went out the door. The fresh air of the night contrasted pleasurably with the thick humid warmth of his apartment. Feeling like he had already lost enough time dressing up already, Bran went straight to the elevator and called it, huge-ass bare feet smacking the cold floor without a care. He waited a few seconds, nervously moving his hands, as he stared in his reflection on the elevator’s metal door – sweat was still pearling on his forehead, and his short black hair was a mess in it. The skin over the steely, striated muscles of forearms had (obviously, he thought) dried out white cum on his tanned skin. So did his pecs. He idly hoped the night would cover the evidence. His eyes crinkled at the corner, a proud smirk on his lips, as he watched the way veins (so thick, so many… his dick jumped) writhed everywhere through his visible skin as he breathed. Hunger pangs clawed his insides and, angry and out of patience, he went for the stairs, leaving a cloud of aggressively manly scent behind him. As he trod down the 3 levels to the entrance, he felt his temperature racking up higher, and sweat drenched out his clothes. The skin of his broad pecs, the entire width of his shoulders and the hills of his abs became almost obscenely visible. More juice pumped out of his dick, still. The slight effort of going down a few stairs had his thick thighs and ass visibly pumped, bloated with blood. A smile twisted at his lips as he felt the pump spreading through his body. He grunted and clenched his fists, panting in primal arousal at the feeling, hungry for more. When he reached the entrance, a few sniff had him pant for another reason: the smell of pizza was sudden and pushed everything out of the way. He swallowed back drool and banged the door open, startling the smaller deliveryman. The smell was heavenly and cramps started again, more urgent than before. He headed straight for the diminutive man. He startled again, eyes wide, as he took Bran in. Having a huge-ass lumbering motherfucker heading straight at him, with a broad face - heavy brows set over glaring eyes and a square stubbly jaw - would intimidate anyone. Bran noticed that he couldn’t help but take a step back, and that amused him. Something in him stirred, besides hunger for more food. Bran closed on him rapidly, making sure not to slow down, and that intimidated the guy until he stepped back against his motorcycle, with a startle and a scared look on his face. That glimpse of fear had his dick so hard it spilled out of the elastic band of his pants and up above the tight white shirt. Another glob of precum, heavier than before, slid out, hidden behind the bag, and Bram realized with a small start that he liked that reaction. He liked it very much. He felt… powerful. He liked that, and he wanted more. That scared him a bit; he wasn’t usually like that. He smiled down at the little dude to calm him down. It took a few embarrassing seconds for him to pull himself together, a pause that suited Bran until hunger struck again. “So where’s my food.”, Bran drawled flatly, an eyebrow raised, and when splutters were his only answers, he added brusquely, “You didn’t forget it, did you.” “No, s-sir,” the boy trembled, “it’s right there, just a sec.”, and he turned around to take the boxes. Bran smirked and got close enough so that his overheated skin could be felt despite the chill. He meant to intimidate the shy boy some more, confusion forgotten. The deliveryman trembled and turned his head, eyes wide, and when he met Bran’s glare, he looked down and… Started looking at the obscene show Bran’s body made. The wide brawny mountain of muscles, the veiny flesh everywhere, the glistening wet hairy skin visible under the streetlight, the translucent shirt that made every dips of his abs visible, the super tight shorts that hugged the top of his wheels so tight he could see everything – Bran could see the confused disappointment on his face when he reached the part hidden by his bag -, the huge, wide and very male naked feet on the pavement… Bran saw all his reactions (admiration tinged with fear) and went harder than steel. He groaned quietly and discreetly clenched his palm around his wide gland through the fabric of his short, behind the bag – thus putting some juice on his hand. Then Bran snorted, making the guy jump, and bit out, “You gonna give me what I bought or what.” The dude got beet red and started moving fast, apologizing repeatedly – “Hum, sorry sir” (Bran liked that, too. He hoped to get more of that.) – and went fast; in a few seconds, he had all the cardboard boxes in Bran’s hands and was ready to go, decidedly too scared to stay longer. Bran forgot all about him right away; the smell of pizza wafting in his nose too potent to ignore. He opened one and started eating it right away, groaning lewdly in pleasure as he swallowed, as drops of precum ran down his legs. As he ate his first pizza, ravenous, he went back upstairs, the slightly bigger effort making his wheels pump even bigger, torturing the threads of his pants. Bran could hear them creak, but he had no fucks to give; heat radiated from his body, his clothes thoroughly soaked and welded to his muscles. Considering the overheated state he was in, getting back in the damp air of his apartment had him even sweatier in a few seconds, and the difference of temperature had him gulping air. Finally, he sniffed hard, nostrils wide: smelling the smell of cum, sweat and his intoxicating body odor, he groaned quite loudly. He sat in the creaky couch, set the pizza boxes on his thick round thighs and started devouring his pizzas, putting tomato sauce everywhere, fisting his cock roughly, totally uncaring that warm, dense precum rained down on his pizzas, loudly moaning and grunting after every few bites. His hips slowly but slowly moving back and forth. He wanted more. He needed more. 42 1 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted November 3, 2020 Share Posted November 3, 2020 For a moment i thought he was gonna demand the delivery man to go upstairs with him. He hasnt noticed he is slowlly hrowing and that's makes it even perfect, 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MochiNii Posted November 4, 2020 Share Posted November 4, 2020 Dios espero que coma mucho más! Incluso sin querer asustó al hombrecito de la pizza o.o genial 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dredlifter Posted November 4, 2020 Share Posted November 4, 2020 Wow. You said English ISN'T your mother tongue?? I would never have known because this is excellent. The story isn't just sexy, it is very well-written too. I'm exciting to see more. Bran loving his growing masculine power is intoxicating to read. 3 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
neuheimeer Posted November 4, 2020 Share Posted November 4, 2020 So, if Bran continues growing, we'll on our feet! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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