Popular Post londonboy Posted December 10, 2014 Popular Post Share Posted December 10, 2014 (Hope you don't mind a re-post from the old site) I scanned the bar quickly as I walked through the front door. This is my turf, the place where I feel most comfortable. I’ve come here early on a Sunday evening since this is the time when the kind of guy I most desire will arrive. I’m looking for the men that have no idea that gay bars don’t get going until long after nine pm – even on a work night. I’m not disappointed, the place is full enough for me to find a nice distraction for the evening, but not so full that I’d get overwhelmed by too many choices. I pause after walking through the doorway to give everyone the chance to check out the latest addition to the crowd, knowing everyone is scoping me out, even if they don’t turn and look. Some use the long mirror behind the massive long bar and some just use their highly trained peripheral vision. I notice some of the other “regulars” get a disappointed look on their face when they see it’s someone they already know, but that doesn’t matter to me. I quickly determine that there are about five “fresh” guys worth checking out that are standing in the front room of the small bar. I continue to glance around the place without letting my gaze land anywhere particular. I make eye contact with no one. The first three new guys I survey are not my type – cute enough, but that’s just it – they’re cute. I’m looking for something more, much more. As I walk to the bar to order my first beer I take full stock of the last two newbies. Number four has a lot of potential. He’s pretty tall, I’d say six one, and has a surfer’s build. He could certainly take my mind off of the fact that the weekend is ending in a few short hours. I could be the surf board that he rides this evening and I get the feeling his body could handle the ocean motion I’d create. I grab the beer I just paid for and move to my favorite standing place, just inside the large archway between the two rooms. This spot gives me a great view of the entire place and will help me to get a long look at new man number five who’s concealed slightly since he’s standing in the corner on the other side of the jukebox. I use the motion of tilting my head back while taking a swig of beer as a chance to stare inconspicuously at the final choice for the evening. At this point I’m pretty sure that surfer dude was going to be my number one choice, but I needed to be fair to all the contestants. The view that waits in the corner causes me to freeze with the beer bottle in the air - pressed against my lips. I almost choke from the rush of liquid that flows into my mouth. I quickly lower the bottle but I don’t move my eyes from the big guy hiding in the shadows on the other side of the room. I say “big” because the first thing I notice are arms that are forcing the fabric of his short-sleeved shirt to bunch up above bulging biceps. Damn, I love that look. The guy is looking at a poster on the wall next to him so I am able to stare without him knowing. The word that comes to mind as I survey his upper torso is “beefy.” I can tell immediately that he is packed with some serious muscle. Everything seems to be just right – wide shoulders, big arms, thick neck, mountainous pecs, and what seems like a pretty nice face. The darkness of the corner prevented me from seeing all of his features, but my motto is “it doesn’t matter what the guy looks like since his face will be in the pillow for most of the evening.” I was more interested in the huge body and what I hoped would be a tightly muscled bubble ass. Mr. Muscle, my new name for him, was leaning against the wall so I couldn’t tell how tall he was or if his legs’ size matched the rest of his body. I hoped so; I did not like guys that worked hard to perfect their upper body and never paid attention to their legs. It always made me think the man wasn’t “all there” – as if he was some kind of weird modern painting that made a statement about unfinished tasks. Suddenly, Mr. Muscle pushed himself from the wall and stood straight up. His movements caused me to get a good look at his upper torso while I also confirmed that the south side of him definitely matched the north side. He had thick legs that seemed to stretch his jeans almost to breaking point. When he stood straight I was rewarded in so many ways – first, he was about six feet tall or more, second, I saw that his face was actually quite nice, and third, I got a chance to take in his upper body in the light. Mr. Muscle was definitely big and thick, but he wasn’t perfectly chiseled like some of those bodybuilders that end up looking plastic and fake. He was built like some kind of muscled power lifter – you know the type, a guy that has just a smidgen of fat around his waist, but the huge muscles that cover every other part of his body make it almost unnoticeable. Shit, I would not have care if he had a roid gut or a freaking beer belly, his chest, arms, legs, and shoulders made him a walking wet dream. I could tell the guy had some serious strength to go with those muscles and I instantly became determined to rope in that beefy bull. I continue to stare at the guy and let his beautiful body cause my face to light up with a natural, friendly smile – that made my desires and my intentions clear to anyone that might look my way. I knew every guy in the bar was staring at Mr. Muscle – everyone was trying to figure out a way to get the big guy to notice him, but I also knew that no other guy here had the “shark” skills I possessed. As a matter of fact I knew that was the nickname many people used to refer to me, “The Shark.” I didn’t care because I knew my skills of circling my prey had landed me in bed with some of the hottest guys in town. What was the problem with that? I took another swig of beer, but I kept my eyes locked on Mr. Muscle. The big man awkwardly looked around the room, making sure his gaze didn’t stay in one place for too long. I began to get a feeling about his personality as I watched him only let his gaze land on empty places throughout the room. I also noticed how the beer bottle he was holding was empty and he was busy tearing the paper label off one small strip at a time. I continued to keep my eyes locked on him, just waiting for the big moment to happen. Finally, the heat that must have been radiating off of my revved up body reached him across the room. He looked up and turned this gaze directly at me. Dang, this Mr. Muscle was rugged looking. My cock stirred a little just from locking eyes with the man. As soon as he noticed me staring at him the big guy froze. His mouth opened slightly as it dawned on him that I had probably been watching him for a while. Then, suddenly, the guy’s face turned red and he quickly looked down at the floor. Shit, Mr. Muscle was fucking shy! Wait for it, I thought, and didn’t move a muscle. Five . . . four . . . three . . . two . . . and bingo the guy looked back up to see if I was still staring. He immediately returned his gaze to the floor when he saw I hadn’t quit staring. A bigger smile crept across my face. The Shark had found his catch for the evening. I sprang into action and walked back to the bar. I ordered two beers, all the time knowing that Mr. Muscle was watching me. As soon as I turned around I saw the guy turn his head from me and again pretended to look at the poster on the wall. I made my way slowly toward the guy, walking with an attitude that made Mr. Muscle nervously shift back and forth on his feet as he watched from the corner of his eyes. When I finally stood in front of him, he straightened up, glanced at me, smiled, and then looked back down at the ground. I noticed that he was just a few inches taller than my six-foot frame. Damn, this man was fine. I held out a beer. “Thought you could use another one.” The big guy froze after I spoke. He just stared at the beer with a face that was full of fear – as if I actually held a gun pointed at him. I could tell his brain was working on overload. He finally reached up and grabbed the bottle, being extra careful to not let his hand touch mine. When he finally spoke it was mumbled and very soft. He continued to look at the bottle and not at me. “Thanks.” “Your welcome. My name’s Demetri.” He looked up at me and I noticed his face was even redder than before. I wasn’t sure, but I think the guy was actually shaking a little. He started to speak, then cleared his throat, and took a swig of his new beer. I loved how his lips were slightly wet when he lowered the bottle. I wanted my tongue to swipe the beer from his kisser instead of his own. “My name is Con . . . I mean Conrad.” “Cool name. May I take that?” He still had the empty beer bottle in his other hand and I could tell he was trying to figure out what to do with it. I reached out and took the bottle from his hand. He watched my movements as I turned to place it on the top of the jukebox. I then turned to look at his rugged face – dark eyes, slight stubble, sunken cheeks, and a Roman nose. This guy definitely had some Italian blood in him. That was like icing on the muscle cake for me. “First time here, Con?” I used the name he had quickly corrected earlier since it was obviously what most people called him. I don’t think he even noticed. It seemed to ease the tension a little that I used his nickname. He answered without even hesitating. “Yeah. Actually, it’s my first time out . . . ever. I mean, to a place like this. I . . . uh, I’m . . . I am kind of inexperienced.” Sweet! A true newbie! It doesn’t get any better than that! Wait, it does! He’s as big as a fucking bull and that makes it much nicer! I smiled at the guy with my best “that’s okay” kind of look. I had moved into my smooth operator mode by this time. I was already trying to choose whether his legs would be draped over my shoulder as I plowed him or if I wanted him to lay face down on the bed. Confidence and charm poured out of me. “That’s okay Conrad. I have enough experience for the both of us. You just stand there looking great and let Demetri take the lead, okay? I certainly can help make this painless for you. Your in good hands.” Believe it or not, this line of crap actually seemed to calm the big boy down. This confirmed that I was truly standing in front of a gay bar virgin. A fucking huge gay bar virgin, at that. My cock was beginning to ache from shooting so hard so fast – a reaction caused from the anticipation of fucking a gay bar virgin. I also momentarily allowed myself to contemplate that Mr. Muscle Conrad was a virgin in other ways and this thought made me leak a little sweet juice from my dickhead. I decided to take a new approach with this guy – I knew I needed to build up his confidence. “You know you’re the best looking man in here don’t you, Conrad? Not to mention the biggest!” I just stared at the guy after I finished speaking. He quickly looked around the room to find someone that would contradict my statements. Even though he was extremely embarrassed, I could tell that he did acknowledge to himself no one else was larger. He returned his gaze to me and I saw a flash of confidence flow through his eyes as he answered. “I may be the biggest, but I’m not the best looking . . . that would . . . I mean, in my opinion . . . that would be you.” Touché Conrad. The big man did have a little spunk after all. His comment actually made me smile with appreciation. Mr. Muscle, of course, immediately took a long drink of his beer after the statement and then returned his gaze to the floor. He was embarrassed by his forwardness – a reaction that pleased me to no end. “Thank you Conrad. I guess beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I did, however, notice that you didn’t arguer about being the biggest man here. Now, did you?” He, again, looked around the bar. I’m pretty sure he was double-checking his earlier assessment. He didn’t look at me when he responded, but I could tell it was very hard to acknowledge what we both already knew was true. “I guess I’m kind of big . . . I mean, I’m not sure . . . I . . . I’m not really sure that I’m the biggest guy here. But it kinda looks that way, I guess.” “Trust me, Con, you are the biggest by far. It would take at least two of any men here to match your size and bulk. I bet you’re pretty strong, too, aren’t you?” This statement caught him off guard. He looked at me and scrunched his face in embarrassment. He then looked back down at the ground and began to shuffle his feet again. This guy was so incredibly shy it was fucking unbelievable. I smiled and waited for him to look back up. Finally he stopped shuffling – aware that I was staring at him. “I dunno, I mean . . . I guess I’m kind of strong. I’ve never compared myself to anyone. The guys at work say I’m strong, though.” There was an ounce of pride in his last statement. I suddenly realized I was getting somewhere with the compliments. I took a long sip from my beer and continued to look at the big guy. “So it looks like you work out a lot, too. What gym do you belong to?” Again, Mr. Muscle looked at the floor from embarrassment. This made his chin almost rest on his pumped up chest. It was a beautiful site. I could tell the guy was struggling to find a way to say what was on his mind. He finally looked up at me. “I don’t belong to a gym, Demetri . . . and I don’t lift weights.” Fuck me and the horse I rode in on! This guy was this huge naturally? That was music to my ears and it made me feel like I was winning some kind of lottery jackpot. My mouth fell open in disbelief and my cock began to throb from the excitement his confession caused inside me. The Shark had caught himself a prime piece of beef tonight. A prime piece of big muscled beef! “Damn, Conrad. You mean to tell me that you’ve had all this bulging muscle for most of your life?” “Well, yeah . . . kind of. I did most of my growing in high school, though. I guess I’m still getting bigger some. I mean I do a lot of lifting at work and stuff. I think that’s made me grow a little.” “Shit, man, what do you do?” “I work construction and do a little landscaping.” That explained the big boy’s nice tan and it also meant the beautiful lighter streaks in his hair were probably natural, too. This muscled monster just kept getting better. I was still amazed that his huge body wasn’t the result of hard workouts in the gym. The man must have the genes of some kind of fucking Greek god or something. I let my eyes wander down his frame aggressively. I could tell my attention both bothered the guy and flattered him at the same time. He truly didn’t know how to react to my obvious approval. “You are one huge man, Con. I mean it. You’ve got muscles that most men can only dream of having. You’re a lucky guy.”“Uh . . . thanks, Demetri.” We stood there in silence. I was too distracted by thoughts of what it would be like to be naturally huge like Conrad. I could only imagine what havoc I would cause in the world if I had his body. I took a long gander at his arms and pecs – noting that the skin covering his biceps looked like smooth hard lightly brown marble. I immediately noticed that the silence made Conrad very uncomfortable. He began to fidget like a small child and kept taking quick sips of his beer until there was nothing left in the bottle. I didn’t want the guy to feel more awkward so I finished off my own beer with one long swallow. “We both must be thirsty. Excuse me for a second while I go get us both another beer.” “I . . . um . . . should get this one, Demetri. It’s just that . . . um . . . you got the last one.” “Now, now, Con. Didn’t I tell you that I’d take the lead? Let Demetri make your evening nice, okay?” “Uh . . . okay . . . thanks.” I walked away slowly, knowing that the big guy would watch my ass as I moved away from him. I knew it was one of my best assets – no pun intended. My tight jeans emphasized my firm mega-round cheeks perfectly and I knew the way my back tapered into my caboose made it stand out even more. Just before the archway to the other room I quickly turned around to see big Conrad staring at me. He immediately jumped a little and turned away. The poor boy looked like he had been caught stealing a million dollars. He was so shaken that he almost dropped his empty beer bottle. I let out a chuckle and kept my eyes glued to the guy – I knew he would glance back after a few seconds. And, true to form, he turned his head back to look at me. I flashed him a big smile and waved. He held up his hand halfway and stood there embarrassed. I turned and walked to the bar. As I stood in line waiting to be served I began to fantasize how it would be to undress that fucking huge Christmas present in the other room. I started to sport a little wood in my tight pants just from thinking about peeling that close-fitting shirt off of Conrad’s body. One of the best moments in life is when you got to see some huge guy’s chiseled body for the first time. I didn’t think it would ever get old taking a gander at Conrad naked, but there is nothing like that original moment when monster pecs and bulging arms are unveiled. I was pretty sure big Conrad had never worshipped in the way he deserved and I got the feeling he was going to be blown away by my expertise in this particular field. I knew how to make a big stallion feel good – and I had never been around such a big horse before. I quickly ordered the drinks and returned to the other room. Conrad was standing there waiting for me, like a puppy at the door when his owner returns at the end of the day. I could tell the big guy was excited about the fact that I was taking charge of the situation. Little did he know that I’d be taking charge of a whole lot more later on. “Here you go big guy.” I held out a beer for him. He placed his empty bottle next to the one I had put on the jukebox beside him and then grabbed the full one. Conrad purposely grabbed me so his hand covered mine a little. So the big boy wanted to get a little human contact, what do you know about that? I noticed two things immediately – first, his fingers were fucking huge. I kid you not. He had a forefinger that was bigger than three of mine put together. I have no idea why, but feeling the size of his fingers made me immediately glance down at his feet. Shit, I could ski in his shoes! The guy had some of the biggest loafers I had ever seen. I knew that small children could take baths in those things. Giant hands and giant feet had to mean that this guy’s cock was mind-blowing. I was sure of it. This made my own member begin to swell up even harder. I couldn’t wait to turn this man on so much that his monster piece swung upward like some kind of super drawbridge. I loved the sound a big cock could make as it smacked up against a hard stomach. I had a feeling both the size of this man’s dick and the hardness of his abs was going to be beyond anything I had ever seen before. I looked up at Conrad’s face as he took a big swig from his bottle. “I still can’t believe you don’t lift weights. You’re not fucking with me are you?” “No, Demetri. I promise.” “That’s just incredible, man. What’s the heaviest thing you’ve ever lifted, Con?” “I dunno . . . I guess it would be . . . well, probably some of the trees I lift when I’m landscaping?” “You mean like shrubs and plants?” “No . . . I mean . . . well, I mean like grown trees. You know, like oaks, and maples, and palm trees.” “So you mean when they’re small or developing?” “No, Demetri, I mean like when they are fully grown and taller than buildings.” I know my mouth dropped open. I’m pretty sure beer dribbled out of the opening and down my chin. I was dumbfounded. Damn, how I wished I could see this big man carrying a full-grown oak tree. Maybe if I played my cards right he’d uproot a few just for me later on that night. I was reminded of some of my favorite fantasy scenes in some cheesy Hercules films. I was ecstatic because my very own Hercules was standing right in front of me and there wasn’t anything fake or cheesy about him. I regained my composure and wiped my chin with the back of my hand. “You gotta show me that sometime, Con. I mean it. I haven’t ever seen a guy carry a fucking tree before. That would make me very happy.” “Okay, Demetri. I guess I didn’t realize it was that big of deal. But I’d love to show you sometime. That would be great.” Wow, the kid really got off on the fact that he could do something that would please me. This made me go all gooey inside – just thinking about the things I could ask Conrad to do to show off his strength. So the big boy had a desire to please people. That was certainly going to play in my favor. I made a mental note to make a list of feats of strength I had always fantasized about. Conrad was going to be my source of jack off material for a long time to come. “And I’d love to see you do it, Con. That would please me very much.” This made the giant smile. He was truly smitten with me. I could tell. I needed to make sure I made the guy happy in some way. I didn’t just want to use him for my own pleasure and he not get anything out of it – oh wait, maybe I did. No, I did want to make him happy, too. “And what could I do to please you, Conrad?” The huge man’s face lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July. I could tell that he had never placed himself in a situation to be asked that question. I could also see that he had thought about the answer to this question for a long time – maybe even years. He leaned toward me and whispered, as if he had a secret that no one else could hear. I noticed there was, however, no hesitation when it came to answering. “Would you . . . I mean you don’t have to, but . . . would you let me . . . sometime . . . umm . . . would you let me show off my muscles for you sometime?” It was obviously so painful for him to ask the question that you would have thought I was pulling out all of his wisdom teeth at one time. He leaned back against the wall and his face was white. The poor guy had probably waited all of his life to ask someone that favor. The poor schmuck had no idea that a huge majority of the people on earth would die to have a private showing of his body. I stifled a smile and looked down towards the floor to prevent myself from showing too much enthusiasm. After a few seconds I looked back up at his waiting face. “I don’t know Conrad. I mean, I don’t think I’d want just a show. I’d want a lot more and I’m not sure you’d like it. I’d want to touch your muscles and feel them. Hell, I’d probably want to kiss and lick them some too. Just watching you flex your body wouldn’t be enough for me. I’d want a lot more, big guy.” It was Conrad’s turn to stand there with his mouth open wide. My words had affected him just as planned. The guy was probably oozing pre-cum just from my taunting. I gathered by his reaction that everything I suggested was listed on Conrad’s “top twenty-five things I’d like to have done to me before I die” list. His reaction only encouraged me more. I now desired this mega-muscled slab of beef more than anything else in the world. The thought crossed my mind that Conrad was a virgin in many more ways than just this being his first time in a gay bar. My body shivered from excitement as I fantasized about piercing this big man’s cherry. Was it truly possible that a perfectly formed and untouched god like Conrad truly existed? Had I somehow won the sexual lottery and someone forgot to tell me? I quickly formed my plan of attack to conquer the mountain of muscle that stood before me. “Hey, Con, you look a little tense there. Let’s do something about that, shall we. Follow me.” My change of subject caught the big guy off guard. He snapped out of his desire mode and watched me move to a stack of boxes to his right. This particular bar lined a couple of walls with beer crates as a place of storage and a way to provide seating for patrons. I hopped up on a stack of boxes and spread my legs. I looked at the muscleman staring at me and smiled. “Come to papa, Conrad. Let’s work out some of those knots in your shoulders.” I patted on the top of the boxes in the space between my legs. Conrad’s excitement and desire helped him to understand what I was suggesting and he turned around and leaned his body back so his ass rested on the corner of the box just beneath me. It felt like a second stoned wall was springing up against my body. I felt pinned between two immovable forces. This particular arrangement actually made our bodies pretty equal in height. Conrad was careful to not let his body touch mine, but I anticipated as much and reached up to grab his shoulders. My hands were rewarded with the most incredible feeling I had ever experienced. Now, I’ve been with lots of men – big men and small men, muscled men and lean men – but nothing could have prepared me for the way that Conrad’s muscled traps felt. It was like touching concrete warmed by a blazing sun and covered by a thin fabric. I had no idea if the heat radiating from this big man’s body was caused by his fucking awesome muscles, his excitement at being touched by another guy, or by me being so turned own by the hard solid surface my fingers now tried to grab. My hands did not come close to covering the expanse of the bulging mountains that stuck out from his neck. I squeezed with all my might and barely dented his tight cloth covered flesh. Conrad must have been able feel it a little because he let out a low groan of pleasure, which sounded like the growl of a lion feasting on an antelope. I didn’t let the moment pass without taking advantage of his lapse into newfound feelings of desire. I pulled his upper body backwards until his doorway-sized back came up against my chest. It felt like someone had slammed a huge boulder against my body. This guy wasn’t human; he was some kind of fucking tank. I stopped all motion for a moment to just bask in the pleasure of feeling something so hard, so muscled, and obviously very strong pushed into my body. I found it hard to breathe because my chest and abdominals could not expand much since Conrad’s insanely thick torso was pressed up against me. This inconvenience did not bother me at all. I felt like a thousand tiny fireworks were shooting off from every inch of my skin. Being this close to so much hard muscle was too much for a mere mortal like me to handle. I took as deep a breath as Conrad’s weight would allow me and I got a strong whiff of an authentic muscleman. It was easy to detect the smell of Dial soap and some kind of herbal shampoo. I also, to my delight, detected the light aroma of sweat mixed with something I couldn’t name. It wasn’t particularly hot in the bar, but I could tell Conrad was perspiring because of something. It suddenly struck me that the other scent I was picking up on was fear. Conrad’s body was very hard, yes, but it was also completely rigid from the mere fact that I had pulled his body against mine. A large smile crept across my face when I realized that Conrad had not taken a breath for the last few seconds. The big boy was overwhelmed by the fact that another man was this close to him. I immediately had an urge to kiss the poor boy, but I know that would have made him fall apart. I let a few more seconds pass before I started massaging his shoulders again. I applied even more pressure and was rewarded with a loud exhale from the big man and then another moan of happiness. I leaned in and whispered in Conrad’s ear. “How does that feel big guy?” “Um . . . nice . . .very, um . . . nice.” He could barely speak. I noticed that his body relaxed slightly and I was actually able to grab a lot more muscle in his traps. This increased massaging made his body fall into mine a little bit more and I could tell the guy was beginning to truly get into what I was doing. I suddenly became brazen and took advantage of his vulnerable space. “You’ve never been with a guy have you, Conrad?” Suddenly his body tensed so much again that I could not squeeze even a slight part of his massive shoulders. I just started rubbing my palms around the bulges that were exploding under my hands. “That’s okay, Conrad. Really. You have to trust Demetri. Trust me, Conrad. Trust me.” His body began to relax again and I started massaging his monster shoulders with a little more force than before. I believe the guy actually started purring. We just sat there for a few seconds while I helped him to return to a state of calmness. “Is it that obvious?” “The way you ask that question, Conrad, makes me think you judge it a bad thing that you are experiencing all of this for the first time. Why would that be so bad?” “Well, because . . . I mean . . . because, because I’m sure you’d like to be with someone . . . someone more experienced. Wouldn’t you?” I almost laughed out loud and began to look around the bar for a hidden camera. Was this guy for real? It could not be possible that there was such an innocent mound of muscle walking around on earth. I felt like pinching myself to see if I was dreaming. The hard muscle being kneaded by my hands convinced me that this was not figment of my imagination. My cock started aching a little from the fact that Conrad’s simple statement turned me on so much. “Well, I think I have enough experience for the both of us Conrad. Maybe you’d like to find someone else that is relatively new to all of this. It’s possible that you might not like the fact that I’ve been around the block a few times.” The big guy pulled his body away from mine and then turned his giant upper body sideways so he could see me. His innocent face was unbelievably beautiful and full of some kind of sadness. I suddenly felt a pang in my jaded heart and it was flooded with empathy for this gentle giant. “Don’t say that Demetri. I noticed you when you first walked in. I didn’t think you’d even notice me, though. I wanted you to talk to me more than anything in the world. You looked so confident and full of experience. That’s why I wanted you – I hoped you’d help me with . . . with what I’m feeling.” How in the hell was I supposed to be ready for something so unexpected and completely honest? It felt like someone had instantly sucked all of the cynicism that had developed over the past fifteen or so years right out of my body. I actually felt myself beginning to choke up. I was the Shark for god’s sake. I did not get choked up – over anything. I forced myself to recover from my temporary lapse into sentimentality. I smiled at the monstrous man in front of me and then signaled him to turn back around. My smile must have soothed the big beast, because he did exactly as I suggested. He turned his body forward again and then leaned against my waiting body. This time I slid my arms under his two beefy huge limbs and let my hands rest up against his tight stomach. As soon as my palms touched the shirt covering his abs we both gasped out loud. Feeling the super- emphasized hard muscled speed bumps that lined the front of his body caused my reaction. It was like my hands were resting on ridges of cement. Conrad’s reaction was caused; I’m sure, by the fact that no man had ever touched him that close to his now mega-charged groin area. I was absolutely positive that I could have caused the big man to shoot a jumbo load of cum just by merely running my hands up and down his abs. I, however, did not want to waste a precious ounce of his sweet juice into his underwear. I wanted to save his initial man explosion for my mouth or, possibly, my ass. This guy’s innocence was so intoxicating that I was getting confused about my normal need to be the man that does the plowing. I could see myself offering my tight hole to this muscle god without any reservation. The Shark might have to give into this Orca. “That’s probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, Conrad. I’m glad you liked what you saw. I felt the same about you. You caught my attention right from the moment I noticed you.” “Really? What did you like about me?” His question was so sincere. It still blew me away that a guy this big and this powerful would need some affirmation. I was pretty sure that Conrad’s self esteem had somehow been crushed at an early age. He was pretty desperate for compliments, but my Shark instincts kicked in and I immediately fell into my typical pattern for building up a guy that was packed with this kind of muscle. I knew I had to work my way up to talking about his body. Conrad did not want that to be the only thing he had to offer. “I noticed your eyes right away. They seemed a little sad, but they came across as excited, as well. I also noticed your smile. That is, when you actually chose to smile.” We both laughed a little and I jumped at the chance to tighten my grip around his stomach. Conrad was so happy with my compliments that he didn’t notice the movement of my arms. The big guy was beginning to get even more comfortable with me. He actually let his back push into my chest a little more. I suddenly felt the warmth and the hardness of his body pressing against me in a way that seemed very familiar. I could sense that Conrad wanted the experience of touching me more than I desired it of him. “And then what did you notice?” There it was – the permission to enter the territory that every muscle junkie craves – Conrad was allowing me to move into new frontiers. I could now comment on his body. I had started with his eyes first and then his smile – I didn’t start with his gorgeous muscles. This had allowed me to pass the test. I was obviously more than just some muscle pig that wanted to see him nude, shoot my wad, and then say goodnight. Oh how little Conrad knew me. I wasn’t that kind of guy – I would, at least, help him get off before saying goodbye. That was the least a Shark like me could do for a muscle stud. Even as I contemplated this I realized there was some kind of blip in my normal pattern. I might have won the ability to move into conversation about his huge body and I was pretty sure we’d be leaving together within the hour, but I felt a knot in my stomach that made it clear Conrad was casting a serious spell on me. I forced that thought out of my head. I knew better than to let myself dream about some unknown future. I returned my attention to the cement wall of a stomach they rested on. “I think you know the answer already, don’t you Conrad.” “I hope so. But it would still be nice to hear it from you.” “Why is that, sir?” “I don’t know. I guess it’s because I’m really shy and not so sure of myself.” “Tell you what, Conrad, why don’t we begin by you telling me what you hoped I would notice.” The big guy went silent, but I noticed that his body did not tense up this time. I could tell that thoughts were spinning around in his head like some kind of wild tornado. I was also pretty sure the guy started to smile. My cock pulsed and shivers shot through my body when I felt a huge hand come to rest on top of mine. Conrad was getting braver. His strong thick fingers forced mine apart and then he curled them around my hand. I could tell the guy had shivers running through his body, as well. I let my other hand slide down his abs and come to rest on something that felt as hard and thick as a baseball bat. I let a gush of air escape from my mouth as soon as I felt his cock. I didn’t move my hand at all. I just let it rest on top of his hardness. I swear the man stopped breathing as soon as I made contact with his dick. We sat there for a few seconds – no movement and no words. Then, after the feeling became familiar, Conrad inhaled deeply. Another milestone had been approached and surmounted. “I hoped . . . I . . . uh . . . I hope that . . . um, you see . . . I hoped that you liked . . . my, my . . . um, my muscles.” Bingo! Houston, we have lift off. Bull’s-eye! I felt like letting out some kind of victory yell. The massive man – although bigger and more built than most men walking on the planet – wanted to make sure his assets were “good enough.” I knew right then that I had died and gone to heaven. I felt like I had just hit a home run and it was time to start my lap around the bases. “Now that wasn’t too hard was it, big guy? I’m proud of you. Yes, Conrad, a thousand times yes. I noticed your muscles right away. I thought I made that clear earlier when I commented on your size and how strong you look.” “Yeah . . . but that wasn’t specific. I mean, I was hoping that you noticed specific stuff. You know, like . . . well specific stuff.” I pulled my hand from his and lifted the other one off of his hard cock. I brought both of my palms up to his massive chest. I realized quickly that in order to lay my hands on his pecs I had to spread my arms wider to get passed his huge lats. I couldn’t have made my hands meet even if I had tried my hardest – the guy was just too fucking wide. I gripped the hard muscled meaty pecs with both hands. Conrad instinctively tensed his chest and my fingers were forced straight and I was now only able to press my hands into his upper body. “You mean did I notice these two mountains of hard muscle, Conrad? Is that what you want me to say. Hell yeah, man. I shot super hard as soon as I saw you stand up to your full height and these two bulging pecs caused your shirt to explode so much that it looked like it would burst.” Conrad’s body shook hard from the excitement that my words were causing. I was getting equally turned on as well. I moved my hands from his meaty pecs to his biceps. Conrad instinctively bent his arms so it caused his guns to swell a little. They turned instantly hard and actually bulged thicker. “And then I noticed your massive arms, man. These guns are bigger than any others I’ve ever seen. Hell, I couldn’t have ignored such big biceps even if I had wanted to. And right now I’m rewarded with the best prize of all – getting to feel these rock hard mounds of muscle. Fuck, these things are so tight.” Conrad was actually beginning to squirm in front of me. I suddenly realized the guy was trying hard not to shoot a load. That’s how much my comments about his body were turning him on – not to mention the way I was groping his massive biceps. I quickly moved my hand down to his giant right thigh. I grabbed the chiseled-as-stone multi-layered sinew through the fabric of his pants. “Your big-as-tree quads caught my attention too, Conrad. These pants can’t hide the fact that each of your legs is thicker than your waist. How the hell did you get these things pulled up over those monsters? But then, again, if you didn’t have huge legs then this thing would look a little freakish, don’t you think?” With that I took my left hand from his arm, moved it quickly down his hard torso, and let it slide between his abs, his pants and underwear until my fingers struck the base of the giant log that was pressing out obscenely atop of his left thigh. Again, all breathing stopped. As a matter of fact, it felt like time, itself, stopped. I didn’t move a muscle. I left the tips of my fingers pressed into the hardness of his cock. I noticed Conrad was whispering something softly to himself. I listened intently. “No . . . no . . . don’t cum. You . . . can do . . . it. Don’t cum, Con. Don’t cum.” I wanted to laugh, but I knew I shouldn’t – for two reasons – one, because the movement would have caused him to erupt like a volcano and two, because it would have hurt his feelings. I was far too invested in this potential sexual connection to lose such a big catch because of crushed egos. I merely wanted to bring Conrad to the brink of ejaculation so he could get a taste of what was to come, so to speak. I was dangling a giant carrot in front of this huge horse of a man. And it was obvious that Con loved every second of it. I finally realized the wave of almost-orgasm had passed and I let my fingers slide down the side of his thick cock until my hand cradled the bottom part of the long shaft. I quickly realized that my palm barely covered half of his long pole. It was, again, time for my body to shiver in anticipation of playing with Conrad’s dick until the early hours of the morning. The big guy started breathing again and I could tell he was oddly comfortable with the fact that my hand was down his pants in a public place. This got me to thinking that there might actually be a wild side to this innocent behemoth and I was sure I was the guy to unlock his hidden kinkiness. “So Conrad, did that answer your desire for more specifics on what I noticed about your body?” “Yes.” His voice was very weak. I could tell he was not totally there at the moment – he was still basking in the sexual pleasure that my words and actions had caused throughout his body. He was definitely still “on edge” and a stronger than average gust of wind would have probably sent him into ejaculation mode. We sat there in silence for a few seconds. I desperately longed to know what was racing through his mind. Was he thinking back on how I had ran my hands all over his body? Was he re-living in his mind the way I described his muscles as I groped them? Or was he focused on the feeling of my hand resting against the base of his cock? It really didn’t matter, either way Conrad was in some kind of pleasure zone that was obviously happening for the first time in his life. I sensed that the nerve endings throughout the man’s body were now back to normal and movement would not send him over the edge. I brought my right hand up to his massive pec and easily found the hard-as-rock nipple jutting out through the shirt. I pinched it hard with the three fingers it took to grab the big thing. Conrad moaned slightly and his body pressed back into mine even more. I brought my face close to his left ear – as near as I could get since he sat higher than me because of his height. “Look around the bar, Conrad. Every guy here is so fucking turned on right now. Everyone in this room wishes they were me. They want to be the one touching your body and feeling your hard muscles. They’ve never been so full of jealousy in all of their life.” I could tell that Conrad was looking around the room. His cock twitched a little as he noticed guys boldly staring at us. A couple of different men in the room were blatantly rubbing their hard-ons through their pants. I was beginning to think that if Conrad and I continued our little show for a little longer we could definitely cause a few wet spots to appear across the crotches of quite a few men in the place. That thought made my own cock pulse a few times against Conrad’s rock hard ass pushed up against it. “It feels like someone else is turned on, too.” “Listen to you, mister, getting a little bolder aren’t we.” We both chuckled. My left hand gripped his cock a little tighter as my right hand pinched his nip harder, as well. This time the moan that escaped Conrad’s mouth was louder and longer. “Look at all the hard cocks in the room, Conrad. That’s all because of you. All those erections are like metal pipes drawn to the magnetic pull of your huge muscles. You control these men, big guy. Really, I bet any man in here would do almost anything you asked, that is if you rewarded them with a chance to see and feel your body.” “Um . . .Does that . . . does that include you, Demetri?” Conrad was able to ask his question between slight moans and deep breaths caused by the action my hands were giving his chest and cock. I was impressed that he could tear his focus away from what was happening to his body to check to make sure I desired him as much as everyone else. I felt a surge of energy rush through my body as I realized that at that moment Conrad only wanted me – no one else in the room mattered. I could see the finish line ahead of me – the big orca whale was now completely mine. “I think that hard thing poking your ass through my jeans is all the answer you need, Con.” The big man suddenly began to move. He pulled my hand from his pants, as he pushed away from me – not, however, before I got one more squeeze of his hard nipple. In what seemed like a flash Conrad was turned around and bent over with his hands resting on the boxes on either side of me. This stance accomplished two things. First, it brought his face even with mine. Second, it caused me to be surrounded by muscle on three sides. His huge arms encased my shoulders and I suddenly realized that his massive upper arms were wider than my body. The top of his chest rose like a mountain underneath his chin and my mouth became dry as I looked down the deep valley between his pecs. His shirt looked much more strained from this angle – at the chest, the arms, and the shoulders. The big man had a huge smile across his face. “How about a kiss, Demetri?” It registered immediately that it wasn’t a question, but an order disguised as a request. I was too caught off guard to notice the slight change in Con’s behavior. I was surrounded by muscle, this huge guy was asking me for a kiss, and my body had begun to want this enormous man as much as it wanted air. I simply nodded my head. Conrad brought his lips to mine in a way that was awkward and juvenile. I actually think he ran his tongue around the outside of his mouth just before we kissed. He pushed my head lightly against the wall and then continued to press his lips hard against mine. For a second the tightness of his mouth and the pressure of his head ramming against mine caused me some pain but then something glorious happened. Conrad relaxed and parted his lips slightly. Hardness was replaced with the warm softness of a mouth of a man who was obviously a quick learner. I could sense that the big man was quickly copying how my mouth moved to increase the pleasure. His tongue began to wrestle with mine and then filled my mouth in a way that made me moan for more. My head went light and I became dizzy as the big man continued to balance sucking in lightly, biting at my lips, and maneuvering his tongue in a way that made me curl my toes in my shoes. God, this guy was a natural born kisser. My cock began to twitch uncontrollably and I knew that I was close to shooting. I turned my head away from Conrad, but he tried to follow my lips. “No, wait, I’m going to shoot if you don’t stop.” Conrad quickly pulled his face away from me. I sat there with my eyes closed tightly and my body teetering between exploding and calming down. It seemed like forever that I waited to see which way my cock would finally decide to go. It was only after a few seconds I realized that I was not breathing. I took a deep breath – aware that the action might cause me to cum – but I needed air. After inhaling a couple of more times I was able to open my eyes and the danger of ejaculation had passed. I turned my head and was, again, met with a huge smile on Conrad’s face. I smiled back. “Good control, sir.” “Thanks. It was hit or miss for a few seconds. That was one powerful kiss.” “I’m so glad you liked it, Demetri.” “I’d say I more than liked it, Con. It made me dizzy and caused me to completely lose control.” This comment made the big man’s smile grow even wider. He seemed like a proud student who had just aced a test. I detected something new in his eyes. Could it be some kind of excitement that had not been there before? Had I unleashed something in Conrad that made him more confident in some way? I had no idea what it was that revealed itself in his gaze but I was damn sure I liked it. Somehow the muscleman in front of me seemed larger. I knew it was impossible, but something was making Conrad appear to be more enormous than before. “You know what would make me really happy Demetri.” “What’s that?” “If you reached out with your two hands, there, and grabbed hold of my muscle-packed pecs. Yeah, buddy, that would make my motor kick into high gear.” Conrad’s words excited me beyond belief. The shy guy I had met at the beginning of the evening – the one that could barely look me in the eye – was now asking me to grab his hard meaty chest like we were in some muscle worshiping video. My cock was aching from the thrill his words caused in my body. I might have been a little shocked by his request, but I was still the Shark and I knew how to take full advantage of the situation. “Well, I’d really like to oblige, you big man, but I think that shirt of yours will get in the way. How about you go shirtless first and then I’ll grope those two gigantic mounds of muscle so much that you’ll wish you never asked.” Conrad’s smile changed – it was now somewhat devious or something. I couldn’t name it exactly, but I immediately realized the man was not scared of my challenge at all. He leaned in and gave me a big kiss. Then, Conrad pulled back and raised his monstrous body to its full height. I had to tilt my head backwards a little to follow his gaze. He never took his eyes away from mine. I, however, glanced down to watch him pull the bottom of his shirt out from his pants. He did it very slowly – as if he wanted to tease me – but I’m sure it was because he was somewhat embarrassed about what he was about to do. That’s when he started pulling the front of his shirt upward even slower so his perfectly chiseled stomach would reveal each highlighted abdominal muscle one at a time. I was completely mesmerized, however I was lucid enough to notice that everyone in the bar moved to our side of the room as if we were on a giant ship and a giant wave sent everyone flying. I knew what everyone wanted; it was the same damn thing that I desired more than anything else on earth. I needed to see this man’s body uncovered and I needed it immediately. Conrad, however, had other plans. He stopped lifting the shirt just at the base of what I knew was an incredible chest. He crunched his abs and moved his torso from side to side just to highlight the perfect valleys that ran across his stomach between each bulging mass of muscle. It was as if someone carved his midsection in marble – that’s how perfectly symmetrical it was. A beautiful indention ran down the middle and four flawless rows of beautiful hardness appeared on either side. It was a fucking piece of art. I had thought that Conrad was a little pudgy at the beginning of the evening, but I had been completely mistaken. This guy’s lower torso made my mouth drop open and my hand shot up, without even planning it, to feel the seamless row of abdominals. I immediately pulled my hand back when my fingers touched his stomach. His skin was hot and hard as a brick wall. I was caught off guard and shocked by how it felt. “Are those abs hard enough for you Demetri?” Conrad’s voice caught me off guard and I was momentarily disoriented. For the first time in a long time I could not speak. As a matter of fact I could barely think. I could hear men on either side of me gasping and moaning as they gazed on Conrad’s astonishing stomach, but all I could find the strength to do was nod my head slightly. “What’s the matter Demetri, are you already overwhelmed by my body? We haven’t gotten very far, man. We have a lot more muscle to reveal. Are you sure you can handle it?” This sounded like a challenge and it caused me to regain control of myself. Nothing can get me focused more than someone telling me I can’t do something. I tore my eyes from Conrad’s stomach and looked him in the face. As soon as I looked him in the eyes I could see that the man had somehow changed. There, in his smile, was a newfound confidence that had not existed before. I marveled at how fast Conrad had taken to my suggestions. I was full of pride at the fact that I had been able to awaken something bold inside of this huge muscleman. I felt like patting myself on the back for a job well done. The Shark still had the gift of helping men to find their hidden strengths. I smiled back at Con in a way that signaled I was still in control. “Bring it on boy, bring it on.” Conrad let out a low chuckle that sounded almost evil. I could sense cockiness being released from his body like some kind of floodgates had been opened. He returned to the task at hand and my eyes, along with the eyes of every other man in the room, moved back to his chest. Conrad had to actually pull the bottom of the shirt away from his body to get it passed the mounds of muscle hanging above his abs. He let the bottom of the two giant slabs of beef kind of pop out of the tight fabric in his hands and it was like some shot off a cannon. There were loud gasps, unbelieving moans of pleasure and I was sure a couple of guys shot their loads just from the sight of his huge nipples sticking out proudly from two mountainous pecs. Conrad let go of the shirt when he got it halfway up his huge chest and the stretched-beyond-belief material stayed in place. The bottom part of those two gorgeous mounds actually bulged out underneath the tight curled up bottom of his shirt. I was sure that if Conrad had taken a deep breath he could have caused the shirt to rip in two as easy as most people tear tissue. It then dawned on me that this was exactly the effect Con wanted show off – he was actually making us all wait for the full picture. He was teasing us mercilessly. This made me so proud of the guy. He certainly was a fast learner. I stared at the two perfect dark circles that surrounded the thick nubs of meat that were his nipples. I actually started to drool as I gazed on those dense chunks of meat just screaming for someone to suck, bite, and lick them into submission. I had always imagined an internal cord running from both nipples to a man’s cock, which is why there was such an incredible connection between abusing a guy’s chest and sending him close to orgasm. Conrad must have picked up on what was causing me to drool. “I see Demetri likes my hard-as-rock huge nips. Want to suck on those puppies for a while, buddy?” I was again lost in my muscle worship. All I could do was mouth the word ‘yes.’ Conrad brought his hands up to his chest and flicked both nipples hard with his forefingers. It actually made a loud sound, like someone was being slapped. I heard two more guys in the room lose control; begin to cry out, and obviously cum in their pants. I’m sure Conrad registered what was happening in the room around him, but he never moved his eyes from me. It was like we were the only two people in the bar. He placed two fingers and his thumb around the big protruding nipples and squeezed hard. I was sure most men would have screamed in pain from the amount of pressure he was applying, but Conrad just smiled more devilishly. He released the now harder nubs of muscle and again grabbed the front of his shirt. He pulled it over his head, but let it rest on the back of his neck. I could see that the fabric, still beneath his arms and over his broad shoulders, was strained beyond belief, but Conrad knew this pose would push his mighty pecs together and upward. His massive chest was highlighted in a way that made every man, including me, instantly imagine what it would be like to shove his face in between those two mounds of solid muscle. I was sure that Conrad could have easily squeezed my face until I cried for mercy between his two bulging pecs, but I didn’t care. I only wanted my face to be surrounded by that hard-as-concrete chest. Again, Conrad clearly understood where my fantasies had taken me. “You want to shove your face between my pecs, don’t you Demetri? You want me to crush you with these two mountains? Would you like to be surrounded by all of this mass, my friend?” It was as if he had orchestrated this entire evening perfectly. Conrad began to bounce his massive pecs slowly as he spoke to me. I barely heard anything he was saying because my eyes and my mind were focused on the incredible control he had over his chest. It was like he had been able to divide each monstrous pec into different areas that he was able to move at will. It was fucking unbelievable. Conrad chuckled as my mouth fell open. He was able to ripple one side of his chest upward while the other side rippled downward. How was that possible? I watched, totally mesmerized, as the big man inhaled and made his upper body swell up so much that his nipples seemed to be pointing straight in the air. The man looked thicker than a large doublewide refrigerator. The gaping valley between his pecs had grown deep enough that his mounds of meat would have covered my hand completely if I had placed it there. As the big man exhaled he tensed his chest hard and I heard the sound of fabric tearing. The swelling of his chest was straining the shirt to its limit. Conrad immediately relaxed his body and reached up to pull the shirt off of his shoulders and arms. “My closet’s getting a little bare because I’ve shredded too many clothes from flexing. I want to save this one – it’s one of my favorites.” As soon as his upper body was completely uncovered the temperature in the room shot up about ten degrees. I felt sweat sliding down the middle of my back and gathering across my brow. I watched the multitude of muscles in Conrad’s arm bunch up as he reached around and stuffed his shirt into the back of his pants. The teasing man then let both of his monster arms hang down at his side and he froze so I could get a full glimpse of his body. It was a masterpiece. I became aware that one guy to my left started shaking uncontrollably and he fell to his knees – totally wrecked by an intense orgasm. Another man quickly ran across the room hoping to get to the bathroom before he shot his load. I could not move, though. My body was frozen as I glanced up and down, trying to take in every inch of the chiseled Hercules in front of me. I could not decide what part of his body to focus on – all of it was perfect. “So, whadda ya think, Demetri? Like what you see?” “I . . . I, um . . . uh . . . I . . . nice . . . so big . . . unbelievable.” Conrad laughed at my sudden loss of words. I sounded like some kind of idiot. I could not, for the life of me, form a coherent sentence. I stared at his bulging biceps - that weren’t even flexed and, yet, they looked to be as thick as trees. Then my gaze was drawn to his wide-as-a-bus shoulders. They were so thick and jutted out so far that I figured he could take out huge chunks of doorframes if he wasn’t careful. Suddenly, the big guy leaned forward and placed his palms against the wall on either side of my head. He brought his upper body closer to my face. The man towered over me and I got a little claustrophobic from being encased by so much muscle. My eyes shot to either side so I could get a look at his bent arms – a stance that caused his biceps to bunch up in a way that screamed of mind-boggling power. At that moment I wanted to see those biceps completely flexed more than I wanted to live. Conrad must have sensed this because he tensed his arms a little and caused the skin-covered mountains to swell to an astonishing size and, yet, I knew they still weren’t fully flexed. “If my memory serves me well, Demetri, you promised to grope these two muscle-packed slabs of beef. Isn’t that right?” I couldn’t answer. His question had caused my eyes to zone in on his huge pecs hanging in front of my face. It was obvious that Conrad did not expect me to answer. He chuckled softly and bounced his chest so both pecs went in opposite directions again. My entire body was as stiff as my cock as I watched his chest heave up and down. “What’s the matter Demetri? Are you scared that your tiny hands won’t be able to grab enough of these monster pecs to have any impact? Don’t worry, man, my entire body is supersensitive and I’ll get some pleasure from your groping – even if you can’t dent the muscles. Come on, you know you want to. I guess you’re kind of like a little kid in a candy store, huh? You don’t know where to start.” Conrad was smiling in a way that both thrilled and embarrassed me at the same time. For the first time in my life I was at a loss for words and could not move. I was so completely mesmerized by the stud in front of me that all I could do was sit there and lust after all his muscle. I was frozen by a desire so intense that it made my bones ache. This was all a new feeling for me. I was grasping for the first time what all those men must have felt over the years when I, the Shark, chose them for my prey. My mind was only filled with thoughts of muscle – Conrad’s muscles. “What’s up with you Mr. Man? It seems like you can’t move at all. Is all this muscle just too much for you? Maybe I can help a little, Demetri. How about I let you feel these pecs and arms up close and personal. I think I know a way to make you really happy. Let’s make sure you get a taste of what my body can really do.” I was completely under some kind of muscle spell but this didn’t prevent me from registering what Conrad was doing. The big man pushed away from the wall and brought his big hands underneath my arms. Suddenly my body was lifted off of the boxes as easily as someone lifts a pillow. Conrad stood up and brought my body into the air even with his. It felt like I was having a dream about being able to fly. I knew my feet dangled many inches off of the ground as the big man held me in his outstretched monster arms as if I weighed five pounds. I could hear the few remaining men around us begin to shoot their long-held loads of cum. I was sure a couple of then fell against the walls and slid down to the floor – exhausted, but joyous, from the ordeal. I then felt my body traveling higher into the air as Conrad lifted his arms more. I could not believe he could lift a full-grown man so effortlessly. There was no doubt in my mind now that I would someday have to see him carry a giant oak tree. Conrad held me in the air slightly above his head. He then maneuvered his hands in a way that caused my body to quickly slide down his bulging arms until I slammed into the brick wall that was his chest. This was exactly what the big man wanted. The pain that shot through my body as my chest met the waiting immovable muscle temporarily stunned me. My face was a few inches below his and Conrad brought his lips to my forehead and kissed me in a way that made me feel like a child. The gentle kiss distracted me so much that I was not prepared when his giant arms wrapped around my upper torso. Conrad squeezed slightly and the front of my body was forced to conform to his hard chest muscles. I could feel his massive biceps bulging into my back as he began to apply more pressure. The intense closeness of our bodies forced me to put my face deep into the valley between his pecs. I could tell Conrad was barely using any strength to hold me in place, but I found it pretty hard to breathe. He brought his face down so his mouth was near my left ear. “Ever been hugged by a bear, Demetri? Even if that has ever happened to you, little man, I’m sure it wasn’t by one as big as me. I’m barely squeezing and you’re having trouble catching a breath. Just imagine was it will feel like when I use all of my strength. Yeah, I just felt your cock twitch against mine – you like the thought of me tightening my arms around you so hard that you won’t be able to breathe, don’t you?” My cock twitched again. The big man had somehow tapped into my subconscious and found something that would turn me on more than anything. It was a secret so deep inside of me that I hadn’t even known it until that moment. I did, indeed, want this massive bear to squeeze every last bit of oxygen out of my body. It was such an intense desire that I could feel pre-cum beginning to bubble out of my dickhead. Conrad’s arms began to tighten even more and this caused so much excitement in every inch of my frame that I knew I was close to the biggest cum explosion of my life. “Yea, little Demetri likes it when big Conrad bearhugs the life out of him, doesn’t he. Listen closely little man because I’m going to share something important with you right before I crush you so hard that you black out. Don’t worry; I’m not going to use all of my strength. We both know that your body couldn’t take that much pressure. I could easily snap both your back and your chest cavity with very little effort, but I don’t want to do that, Demerti. No, I just want to give you a quick little message before you go nighty-night. And don’t worry; we’ll have a lot more fun later on. I just want to make sure you learn a little lesson. You see my little friend; about three years ago I stood in this bar for what was my actual first time. I wasn’t nearly as big as I am now and I was scared shitless. That night you didn’t notice me as quickly as you did tonight. It took you a long while to finally decide I was worth talking to. You were so handsome and so fucking charming. I fell for you in the first two minutes of our short conversation – and I fell really hard, Demetri. I wanted you so much. After only about thirty minutes, though, a bigger guy entered the bar and you became so distracted that you finally told me to have a great night and you walked away. I could have cried I was so hurt. I had to watch you flirt and leave with the bigger guy. That night I vowed I’d go home and get so big that you’d want me more than anyone else, Demetri. I wanted you to desire me as much as I desired you. I didn’t want revenge, I just wanted you to feel what it was like to want someone desperately.” Conrad tightened his monstrous arms even more and my face was shoved deeper into the cavern between his pecs. I was becoming light-headed because I wasn’t able to breathe - and because of my building orgasm. I was searching my memory desperately to remember this giant that was holding me in the air so easily. There were too many men in my past for me to recall the specific evening with Conrad all those years ago. There was part of me that wanted to beg him to stop squeezing my puny body, but the stronger part of me wanted him to crush me completely. I had never felt anything like this before. I was completely under Conrad’s muscle spell. He tightened his arms even more. I tried to inhale and barely got any air at all. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to last much longer – before I blacked out and before I shot my load. “Yeah little man, it’s kind of difficult when you don’t know what will be your last breath isn’t it? That’s what it felt like that night when you left with the other guy. It took all the air out of my body. By the way, I know you don’t remember, but you should know that I’m now more than twice as big as that guy was. That excites you doesn’t it Demetri? What does it feel like to know that you’re now with the fucking biggest guy you’re ever going to meet and he’s about to bearhug all the air completely out of your body? That hard cock pressed against my monster rod tells me you like it, buddy. Yeah, I think you like it a lot. How about I let you gasp for one more breath before I let you feel a little more of what these arms can do? Go on, Demetri, try to inhale one last time. Don’t worry, I don’t want to really hurt you, I just want to make sure you get a good idea of what these muscles can do. You see you’re the reason I’m so fucking big. I know that makes you proud, buddy. Even with your face smashed between my monster pecs and your body desperately trying to get air I know you’re smiling right now. You love the idea that I went home three years ago and started packing on muscle just for you. And here’s the best part Demetri, I’m not finished growing. Yeah, that’s right, I’m going to get even bigger for you man. I’m going to be so huge that you’ll never even think about looking at another man and if you do I’ll just crush the air out of you again. I’ll be everything you’ll ever need and more. I know that gets your juices flowing even harder, doesn’t it Demetri? Just thinking about this big muscleman getting even more monstrous for you. Let’s give you a little more taste of what this body can do.” I was in heaven. I couldn’t breathe and I knew that I would have bruises on every part of my body that was being pressed into Conrad’s fucking hard muscles, but I didn’t care. This giant bear was crushing me into submission. I was ready to give myself completely to this massive muscle god – especially since he promised to grow even larger. I was so completely overwhelmed by his manly aroma, his vice-like grip on my body, and his enormous rod pressing against my crotch and stomach that I completely forgot about not being able to get any air into my lungs. It registered on some level that I was about to black out but I only focused on the feeling of his bulging hard muscles surrounding my body. Conrad tightened his arms even more – and it felt like I was being pressed by one of those machines they use to crush cars into small cubes. I knew, however, that the big man wasn’t even squeezing that hard and this sent me into an unknown euphoric state that enabled me to last even longer than we both expected. I heard Conrad chuckle because I was still hanging on to consciousness and I felt his muscles bounce a little. His bearhug compressed around my body even more and I knew I only had seconds remaining. Conrad whispered in my ear softly. “Looks like I caught me a Shark.” His monstrous arms squeezed even tighter. My cock exploded and warm juice flooded my crotch area. My legs jerked wildly because they were the only part of my body that could move. The last feeling I had before everything went black was biceps so hard and bulging that my back and sides could feel the huge veins that snaked across them. Conrad’s bearhug had become the Shark’s downfall. 6 32 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gogr2 Posted December 10, 2014 Share Posted December 10, 2014 More please! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
londonboy Posted December 10, 2014 Author Share Posted December 10, 2014 More please!Sorry, sir. I didn't realize the ending wasn't attached. I've now added it. I hope that is better. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gogr2 Posted December 10, 2014 Share Posted December 10, 2014 Thank you! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted December 10, 2014 Share Posted December 10, 2014 One of my favorite stories of all time! Thanks for re-posting it! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WideThickGayMuscleboy Posted December 11, 2014 Share Posted December 11, 2014 Indeed it's going to be my favorite story from now on ! I really LOVED it.... thanks Londonboy ! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
crushme99 Posted December 11, 2014 Share Posted December 11, 2014 WOW.That is one of the BEST pieces I've read in a long, long time. It tapped into my own lusts.Excellent work. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GymWolf Posted December 12, 2014 Share Posted December 12, 2014 Damn it is hot. Would love to see if Conrad and Demetri will carry on from the bar scene. p/s: I like the name Demetri, and Conrad sounds quite fitting too. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mario2007 Posted December 13, 2014 Share Posted December 13, 2014 Londonboy, please, please, please say you're continuing this one That's one of the hottest stories I've EVER read. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted December 13, 2014 Share Posted December 13, 2014 what a great story! The shark couldnt win this time! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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