Meeting Rick

[hungry4muscle]

From: [email protected]

This is a story that I wrote years ago. Hope you guys like it!

Meeting Rick

True story...no lie!

My name is John. Temporarily living in Philly. Moving back to L.A. in the fall.

Was living in West Hollywood, CA at the time. It was about a year ago. Came

back from a bar, hornier than hell. Decided to surf the internet and wound up

in that Muscle Room on Gay.com.

Me: 6'/190/masc btm/work out/br/br/Italian good lks/hry ch & abs/8.5 thick

inches/into worshiping huge muscle freaks!

Well this guy named Rick popped onto the screen and asked if I wanted to chat in

private. "Sure", I said. He told me he lived up north and was into phone sex.

I told him I hadn't tried it before but was curious. "What do you look like?" I

asked.

"I'm 6 feet...same as you...but a lot bigger...250 and hard as rock!

Spanish...could pass for Italian. 54" chest...22 inch arms...34 inch

waist...some light chest hair, mostly around my nips and between my pecs...real

hairy six-pack and thick powerful hairy legs. Real strong too!"

He got me so horny talkin' about himself I decided to give him my phone number.

I couldn't believe how hot this guy made me over the phone. We must have

chatted for 2 hours, jerkin' off together. He said I made him hornier than

anyone he ever chatted with. We hit it off so well we became regular chat

buddies.

A few months later he said he had business in L.A. and wanted to meet. With a

little hesitation, I agreed. I'd heard about so many fakes on the net that I

wasn't sure if I could go through with it.

He called me when he arrived in town and talked me into letting him drop by my

place. We decided on a time.

What would he look like? We hadn't even exchanged pics! Would he be as big as

he said he was over the phone, or just a fake? His voice made me so hot I just

had to meet him!

There was a knock on the door. I hesitantly opened it. I couldn't believe my

fucking eyes! This huge monster was standing at my doorway. He wasn't

gorgeous, but good looking in a real masculine sort of way. Dark brown hair cut

real short...military style, and a day's growth of beard. He wore a real tight

white short-sleeve button-down shirt and tight-fitting jeans. He smiled, put

his arms up over his head so that he was holding onto the top of the door frame

and leaned in a little. He teased me by flexing just enough to make his lats

spread slightly and to show off the thickness of his arms. He pressed his

elbows against the sides of the doorway and began pushing. I swear I could hear

the frame craking from the pressure. He walked in and closed the door behind

him.

"Oh my God!" I said. He touched my lips with his index finger to hush me. Then

he raised his right arm up and began to flex it. "Feel it!" he said. I molded

my hand around it as he flexed it. "Holy shit, man...it's huge!" I said as I

felt the thickness of it through his shirt sleeve. "Feel it!" he kept saying as

he flexed it harder and harder. I could see it growing in front of me. "Feel

the power of it John!" He kept flexing it as hard as he could. His arm started

shaking from the stress. He shouted "I CAN'T STOP FLEXING IT

JOHN...GGRRR...GGGRRRR!!" With that the sleeve began to actually split! I

couldn't believe it. This guy's shirt was actually ripping from the pressure of

his bicep flexing. "OH MY GOD!" I kept saying as his bicep started peaking out

of the material. He kept flexing it harder and harder until the seam split

completely. "YEAH!!" he yelled. Then he pressed his body into me, pushing me

against the living room wall. I could feel his hard cock against mine through

our jeans. He raised his other arm up so he was in a double-bi position. He

flexed his lats and bi's so hard that the seams on both sides of his shirt

ripped and the other shirt sleeve ripped at the same time. "HOLY SHIT!!" I

yelled, positioning both my hands on his biceps. He kept grunting louder and

louder while he flexed, splitting the seams so that his veiny lats and bi's were

completely visible. Then he put his arms down and began flexing his chest. His

top button was already open. I could see the deep hairy line between his pecs.

His chest started expanding, stretching the material until the three top buttons

popped exposing his thick muscle. "Un-fuckin'-believable!" I said with a

dropped jaw. I placed my hands on his upper chest, feeling the striated muscle

as he flexed for me. "YEAH JOHN...FEEL THIS FUCKIN' MUSCLE!!"

Then he picked me up underneath both my armpits...and I wrapped my legs around

him. He humped me for a while then carried me into my bedroom. We both

stripped out of our clothes, both our cocks pointing straight up at each other.

He looked me deep in the eye, then knelt down in front of me. He raised up his

right arm again. That one had the most veins! He flexed it slightly, but not completely, and

positioned my cock between his bicep and forearm. He started flexing it as hard

as he could. I felt his bicep and forearm as he did this. It felt so

hard...like rock...veins crawling all over it! "GGGRRRRRR...FEEL MY

POWER...FEEL THE POWER OF THIS ARM...FEEL IT!!!" I couldn't believe he was

doing this to me. I began to feel faint from the excitement. "Stop...I don't

want to cum yet" I yelled.

With that he let go. But instead of giving me a break, he placed my cock

between his huge pecs. He wrapped his arms around my hips...pulling me into

him. At the same time, flexing his pecs so hard they surrounded my cock. I

could feel the thickness of them around my cock. I could feel the hair between

his pecs on the underside of my cock as I pushed against him. While he flexed,

I began grinding my cock against him, literally fucking his pecs. "Yeah

man...fuck this muscleman's pecs...yeah...come on...come on!! I CAN"T STOP

FLEXING JOHN!!!" I couldn't believe how hot this felt! "GOD!!" I yelled. I

guess he could tell that I was about to cum and finally let go of his grip.

He got up and looked over at the corner of the bedroom. I wondered what he was

looking at. He walked over to my curling bar and took the weights off of it.

"What are you going to do with that?" I asked. "This is for later!" he said.

He pushed me onto the bed, lying the bar next to me. He propped some pillows

under my head and shoulders so that I could see him better.

Then he took me by the legs and positioned my calves so that they were lying on

his shoulders. I could feel his fingers lubing my hole. He leaned over

me...both his huge ham-like arms along each side of me. I could feel the tip of

his cock against my hole. He pushed the tip of it in to tease me. "Ready for

this muscleman to fuck you John???" I was speechless! With a roar he shoved

his cock into me so hard I thought I would go through the fucking headboard!

I reached up to grab his huge massive pecs. I cupped my hands around them. I

could feel the weight of them bouncing slightly as he pounded his cock into me.

He must have fucked me for an hour. I couldn't get enough of him...feeling his

pecs...arms...shoulders. He was so massive...his chest was like hair covered

rock with thick and thin veins crawling all over it...branching out to his

shoulders...leading down to his heavy ham-like arms. I couldn't stop feeling

him. He kept flexing over and over again while he fucked me.

Groaning...yelling...screaming while he flexed. He was an animal! He raised

his arms up in a double-bi. He flexed them so hard they double peaked. I held

onto them while he flexed and fucked me. "Yeah you fuckin' animal...fuck

me...fuck me you bull!!!" With that he grabbed the curling bar beside me. He

placed it behind his neck and started straining. "No...he wasn't going to try

and bend this. No way!" I thought. He strained harder and harder. Veins were

popping out everywhere, his skin was turning deep red too. I couldn't believe

it. He was trying to bend the fucking bar while he fucked me!

"GGGRRRRR...GGGGGRRRRR!!" I thought the veins in his head were going to pop.

The bar actually began to bend. I couldn't believe it! I could feel his cock

getting thicker and harder inside me as he was bending it. "OH MY GOD!" I

yelled. I kept feeling his arms as he was bending the bar. Muscles on muscle

were popping out everywhere! He kept moaning and yelling...straining every

muscle until the bar was almost a U-shape. "FEEL THE POWER!! FEEL MY FUCKIN'

POWER" he yelled. With that I could feel him explode inside of me...his warm

cum filling me up. I came too...my cum flew everywhere...in the air...back down

on me...onto his chest...everywhere. I came harder than I ever did before...I

must have shot at least twelve time! He threw the bar down and collapsed on top

of me. He kissed me and then whispered in my ear "Nice to finally meet you

John!"

OK! Well it isn't really true. But hey...it could happen! Any big guys out

there want to make my fantasy cum true. Either here in Philly or when I get

back to L.A.??? Drop me an e-mail!

-JOHN

[timovdrow]

I like this kind of style --  really fun. And, of course, erotic as hell. Cudos