super-strength Old Man Stevens - Part Twelve: Bud Takes on the City

[londonboy]

[i know this is not everyone's kind of story, but I keep needing to come back to Mr. Stevens every now and then.  If you don't like older muscle men then I suggest either pretending he's younger or reading other stories.  I hope it pleases some people.  I'm certainly enjoying it.]

 

“Connor, my love, I think I’d like it best if you rode on my shoulders as we toured the city,” Bud said sweetly, but backed the comment with enough testosterone that I immediately knew I didn’t have a choice – as if I would have said ‘no’ anyway.  “I’m afraid these huge muscle-gramp wheels are pumped with so much power that you’d be worn out in thirty minutes from trying to keep up with me.  Besides, I love lifting your little body and I like it when you’re close to me.”

 

I looked into the smiling face of my senior muscled behemoth lover and then let my view glide down his monstrous body.  Jim, the tailor, had created a hot, bulge-hugging sky-blue tank top that left nothing to the imagination as it attempted to cover Bud Stevens’ upper torso.  Mega-thick hard nipples poked dangerously against the material – propelled forward by mammoth concrete-like pecs that had easily withstood a barrage of bullets earlier that morning.  When the dude walked the nips would peek out from behind the material like doorknobs waiting to be twisted.  My own little body shivered as I glanced at the thick white he-man fur that dusted his mountainous chest and cascaded out teasingly, as if it was begging for me to brush my face against the hard elder-man bristles.  I’d been around those massive man-teats for a long time now, but I knew – instinctively – that I’d never get used to their size or the way they oozed power.  The word mountain didn’t come close to describing this man’s chest.  Bud’s car-crushing arms protruded gloriously out from the new tank top like they were two human battering rams seeking something huge to destroy.  I had been cradled lovingly in those two insanely thick guns – so I knew they could be gentle – but I had also watched them easily lift two men, rip apart a thick oak door, crush three cast-iron pans at the same time, and compact a Cadillac into something unrecognizable so I knew they were an entire army wrapped up in two monstrous guns.  The superhuman eighty something year old man had arms that instantly made my legs weak, my cock shoot hard, and my ass tighten because of an insatiable desire to ride those bulging mounds for hours as he flexed.  I finally, however, let my eyes land on what he had referenced when thrilling me with the news that I would ride on his wider-than-double-door shoulders – his enormous trunk-like legs. 

 

The shorts Jim had made for my elder lover were a masterpiece.  They were so tight they hid absolutely nothing.  I could easily make out the thick, two numerous to count veins snaking down Bud’s giant quads – even though they were covered by white lycra.  The so-called shorts were actually like a second skin painted on his hard muscles.  The octogenarian’s fire hydrant sized tool bulged so menacingly through the material I was pretty sure the second Bud Stevens got excited his shorts were going to shoot off like a stretched-to-the-max rubber band.  Again, the material did nothing to hide his massive sex organ – to the point where I could clearly make out the gaping slit at the thick tip.  To say Bud had big quads was kind of like saying the Queen Mary was a toy boat.  The man had jumped down a bunch of flights with three grown men on his shoulders – so I knew his giant wheels were much more powerful that I could comprehend.  Their bulging thickness caused the guy to walk with a swagger that screamed ‘get the fuck out of my way or I’m going to easily mow you down’ – kind of like the slow steady destruction of a charging tank.  I had a feeling that if a speeding car slammed into his legs it would end up wrapping itself around his huge non-moving trunks like foil being molded around the edge of a plate.  Imagining coconuts being busted between those bulging thighs, along with kegs, logs, and major appliances caused me to shake uncontrollably and lick my lips like a wolf about to pounce.  The senior muscleman immediately noticed and appreciated my reaction.

 

“Whoa, I can see my Connor-babe likes my new clothes, doesn’t he?” Bud asked with a voice so deep that it made a rumbling in my chest that got me even more excited.

 

“Yes sir,” I said, without even thinking about my response, “they seem to emphasize your humongous bulges even more and I didn’t think that was possible.”

 

“Damn, Connor, the way you talk always gets me so juiced up.  It makes me feel like I could take on the world.  Are you ever going to get tired of my muscles, honey?” Bud asked teasingly, since he already knew the answer.

 

“How could I get tired of them, Bud?” I answered, “There’s enough of them to last for centuries.”

 

This caused my huge muscled lover to laugh loudly.  Suddenly, I felt the now familiar thick fingers wrap around my waist and easily lift my smaller frame high into the air.  I instinctively spread my legs and Bud dropped me behind his head, so my thighs draped over his massive shoulders.  I quickly noticed that my legs only took up a fraction of the wide expanse jutting from either side of his neck.  I also noticed, for the first time that Bud had gotten even taller than he was before.  The dude was still growing!  I was a lot further away from the ground as I was the last time I rode on his big shoulders.  My raging hard-on smacked against the back of his head and he felt it immediately.  The jolt gave my meat an extra thrill.

 

“I’m better than Viagra, aren’t I, son?” Bud asked, laughing at his own joke.  “I can keep you hard for ages, right?”

 

“Around you, Bud, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to deflate this thing,” I responded, knowing it made my senior man very happy.

 

“Who would have ever thought that a simple blood transfusion from you, Connor, would make me into something bigger and more powerful than the Hulk,” Bud said as he started walking down the street – carefully avoiding tree limbs or signs that were too low since I was now riding on top of his giant body.  Other people were not so lucky, I’m afraid - they were taking one look at me and my senior giant and running into walls, trees, and anything in their way.  Bud Stevens was just too shockingly huge for anyone to not be overwhelmed.  This only fueled my hard-on even more.    

 

“I’m honored that I got to help make you into a senior muscleman, Bud.” I happily answered – thrilled beyond belief riding on the big man’s shoulders. 

 

“Hell, son, you’ve made me into a superman.  I’m having trouble coming up with ideas to test my power limits,” Bud said, knowing full well it would make my cock throb noticeably against his head.  He pushed back with his powerful neck, just to pump my rod up even more. 

 

At the same time we both noticed a handsome young guy dropping some envelopes into a mailbox at the corner of the street.  He had the sort of face that made other men notice.  I instantly knew that Bud wanted to have some fun with the good-looking man – and flirt at the same time.  He walked up behind the dude and his position cast a large shadow – something weird for a cloudless blue-sky day.  The young man immediately noticed and I think he also sensed something huge had moved into his personal space – like an elephant standing beside a tiny dog.  He slowly turned around.  The first thing he noticed, because his eyes were at the same height, was the deep crevice between heavy bulging monstrous pecs, teasingly revealed by a stretched-to-the-max tank top.  The dude’s eyes grew as big as saucers as he realized what he was looking at. He then tilted his head slowly back and his already huge eyes grew even bigger as he took in Bud’s massiveness and then saw how small I was compared to the older man – sitting like a kid on his shoulders. 

 

“How you doing?” Bud said, making sure his voice boomed with manliness and oozed power in a way that made the toes of normal men curl.

 

There was something about my monstrous senior muscleman making other grown men go speechless that thrilled the crap out of me.  It was the idea that Bud’s muscles – the sheer bulging hugeness of the guy – could make another human being freeze with a mixture of fear, lust, and awe.  I loved the idea that my lover could actually cause another man to lose control of his body – and his mind, for that matter.  I could sense that the smaller dude in front of Bud was desperately trying to compute many things at the same time – how fucking huge the muscled senior in front of him truly was, if he could run fast enough to get away from the giant, and how could so much bulging hardness fit in one man’s arm.  I also knew in the midst of thinking about all of this the smaller guy – no matter who he was – would begin to actually desire the behemoth in front of him.  It was another uncontrollable reaction.  It didn’t matter about sexual orientation or how macho the dude was – again, it was an automatic response to desire Bud’s massive muscles.  Maybe some guys wanted to be built like him.  Other men wanted to worship him.  Other men wanted to be protected by him.  Or it could be a mixture of all those emotions at the same time – like me.  It just didn’t matter whom the other dude was, Bud Stevens caused all men to instantly become puppy-like – peeing on himself from fear or excitement, or ejaculating from an intense lust they’d never felt before.  Earlier, I had watched a straight-as-hell masculine policeman turn into a muscle-groping bulge addict simply because he had come in contact with someone so laden with testosterone and power.  Bud hadn’t turned the guy gay or anything – he’d just heightened the guy’s need for succumbing to something much stronger and larger.  My old man Stevens could clearly stop an army of men just by flexing – every dude instantly sensing his own inability in front of something so powerful, so standing in front of just one guy could be so overpowering that I feared my musclemen could actually cause heart attacks.

 

“What’s the matter, pal?  Too much muscle for ya?” Bud asked, as the poor dude stood there almost comatose.

 

The guy’s mouth was wide open and no sound was coming out.  I was actually scared he wasn’t breathing.  Bud used one of his thick forefingers to push the guy’s chin up to close his mouth.  Surprisingly, it stayed shut – so I knew the dude was still alive.  It was clear that Bud loved causing this kind of reaction without even tensing one part of his body.  Of course, he was so packed with muscle that he constantly looked like he was flexing, but that was only until he did tighten an arm, pec, or leg – and that part of his body ballooned out with even more min-boggling massiveness.  I loved how my man looked when simply standing relaxed.  It was hard to think that he could become even more jacked than he already was, but then he would flex and all hell would break loose.  His insanely morphed body would seem to double in size and most men would immediately release a load in their pants as an offering to what could only be described as the alpha beast of all time. 

 

“You’re one gorgeous little man,” Bud said, purring like a huge lion.  “Don’t you think he’s handsome, Connor?”

 

“Yeah, he’s really cute, Bud,” I responded, loving every second of watching my big man give the little guy such pleasure.

 

“What’s your name, son?” the elder man asked.

 

“….such big muscles….” whispered the little man, as if in a trance.

 

“That’s a funny name,” Bud responded.

 

“…muscles so big…” the dude added without even thinking.

 

“That must be your full name,” Bud said, laughing.  “I kinda thought you might be into big men.  There was just something about you, dude that made me think I should grace you with all my massiveness.  So, you think I look like a guy that’s over eighty years old?”

 

“…umph…” cried the small guy.

 

I joyously watched the little man’s stomach suddenly concave inward as his body fell back against the mailbox.  His face turned red and a few veins instantly popped out on his neck and forehead.  The dude’s crotch jerked back and forth at the same time and I realized Bud mentioning his age – combined with the fact that he was covered with muscles that seemed bigger than buildings – was too much for the handsome man.  He was clearly into older men, just like me.  Bud’s silver hair, white chest fur, crow’s feet, and slight splattering of wrinkles was just too much – especially since it was all connected to such a mountain of a man.  I immediately felt a connection to the guy – now with the growing wet spot at his crotch.  We both desired the security that came with being surrounded by the bulging muscles of an older man.  Sure, Bud could take on a hundred tanks and easily win – destroying them all without even a slight struggle – but it was more about knowing his giant arms could wrap around me and surround my body with muscle protection.  It was the heat and the comfort of his bulging hugeness that turned me on so much.  I loved it when he showed off his strength – like lifting a grown man like other guys might lift a sock – but it was more thrilling for me when I could feel the hardness of his muscles, tensed or not tensed, touching me, caressing me.  The hottie at the mailbox clearly felt the same way.

 

“Connor, look, he gave me the best compliment ever,” Bud said, glancing down at the dude’s sticky crotch.  “Dude, you must love older men just like my boyfriend, Connor.  There must be something about a silver-haired muscle god with humongous rippling bulges that overheats your motor, right?”

 

“…ungh . . . umph . . .” was all the dude could muster as a response, since his body was still spewing cum into his pants.

 

“Wow, little man, you must be a cum-pumping factory.  Look how much juice you’re dumping.  Or is it just the fact that I’m so huge and powerful,” asked Bud.  “Oh, but wait, so far I haven’t even shown you how powerful, have I.  Let’s get you to empty some more sweet juice for me, shall we?”

 

Without even having to bend in any way Bud reached over and grabbed the middle of a street sign pole at the corner.  Before I saw the metal rod start to bend I heard a high-pitched squeal as it succumbed to the elder man’s power.  Bending a metal pole was child’s play for my elder muscleman, but the handsome dude was new to Bud’s strength, so he had not idea.  My lover merely twisted his wrist and the pole screeched sideways until the sign was even with the younger dude’s face.  The entire thing took mere seconds for someone as powerful as Bud.

 

“Can you tell me how to get to the corner of third and main?” Bud asked teasingly, since those were the two street names at the top of the pole. 

 

This time the smaller man’s mouth flew open wide, but no sound came out.  His entire body jerked back and forth as his almost empty cock instantly churned out more juice and spewed it forth into his underpants.  I’m sure the guy thought there was nothing left for him to ejaculate, but seeing Bud so easily manhandle steel was just too much.  His cum factory found some unknown reserves and pumped hard enough for some of his milk to leak out onto the sidewalk.  Since Bud had receive the response he desired he continued to twist the pole around in a complete circle until the sign pointed upwards again, but now with a knot in the middle.

 

“I think I’ll leave the pole just like this, handsome man,” Bud said, “so every time you come to mail a letter you’ll spew again – just thinking about the power in this old man’s arm.  Would you like that?”

 

“…so much power . . . big muscles . . .” was all the guy could get out.

 

“You really need to work on making complete sentences, little man,” Bud said and I could tell he was smiling.  “How about I make you cum a third time?  Would you like that?  Hey, Connor, he doesn’t seem to be able to talk.  What do you think, honey?  Would he like to see more of my power?”

 

“I know he would,” I answered, looking down at the face of the handsome man and recognizing a kindred spirit.

 

“That’s what I thought,” replied Bud, “I can recognize a strength junkie when I see one.  And I have enough power for about a thousand strength whores at one time.  Let’s make that rod of yours spurt even harder this time.”

 

Bud was now way beyond just ‘show off’ mode for the cute little guy.  He was now doing powerful stuff to quench his own big-man desires.  He loved being fucking strong and he loved using his muscles to do incredible things.  It’s what made him the happiest.  Sure it was fun to have other people watch and get off – especially if it was me, his lover – but he mostly did it because he loved feeling how his new improved body could do amazing things so easily.  Crush a gun with one hand, hold a grown man against the wall with one finger, crumple an oxygen tank like it was tinfoil, or bend bars by simply inhaling to expand your chest – it didn’t matter how easy the task was, he just loved using his strength.  Bud was now in a similar trance as the small guy.  The big man only wanted to be powerful.  I had the best seat in the house – on top of his massive shoulders – and that’s just how Bud wanted it.  The big man reached down and grabbed the cute guy under the arms – easily lifting him into the air, as if he were looking at a shirt in a store.  Bud raised him high enough so his face was even with mine.

 

“Hey, cute dude, meet my lover, Connor.  He means the world to me.  I’d destroy a mountain for him – and I can do it, too,” Bud was saying all of this to turn me on – and it was working.  “Connor makes the sun rise and set for this big older superman.  I only want muscles and power so I can make him happy.  If he’s not happy, I’m not happy.  And if I’m not happy – watch out!  I also want you to know that Connor is mine and only mine.  If I ever caught you flirting with him I’d bend your body just like I bent that street sign.  You may be cute as hell, dude, but I know what Connor likes – he likes humongous muscles on older dudes.  And I think you can see that there will NEVER be a bigger or stronger man than me.  Connor’s the love of my life.  I’d be nothing without him.  So, even though I’m having some fun with you, cutie, know that I only love that man right in front of you.  I’m happy to please you with my muscles and strength – and I hope thinking about me gets you off for years to come – but know that I’m totally devoted to Connor.”

 

Again, Mr. Stevens was saying none of this for the cute man at the mailbox.  We’d probably never see him again – although he’d always remember Bud.  My elder muscleman was saying all of this for me.  It was easier for him to share his feelings for me through some strength feat and total domination of another guy.  That was fine with me.  It actually made the comments much hotter.  I was now freaking hard and my stone-like dick was smashed against the back of Bud’s non-moving head.  The other little dude was staring at me and I saw so much jealousy and awe in his eyes.  He was so amazed that I had a huge older muscleman that was totally devoted to me – it was like I had the last glass of water on earth and he would have given anything to have it.  Bud lowered the little guy so he was sitting on top of the mailbox and then he placed his hands beside him, so his fingers kind of slid under the guy’s ass.

 

“Look at you perched up on that box, little man.  Like a king or something.  Your feet, however, are so far from the ground.  How about I change that for you?” Bud teasingly said and I suddenly realized what he was going to do – which made me shoot even harder.

 

I watched as my senior boyfriend started applying pressure to the top of the mailbox with both of his hands.  I again heard the squealing of metal before anything happened and then I watched – thrilled beyond belief – as the small handsome guy’s body started to descend.  Bud was compressing the steel box in on itself and it looked like the younger dude was on some kind of lift lowering him to the ground.  The power from Bud’s arms was too much for anything to withstand, so that meant a U.S. Post Office box was going to give absolutely no resistance.  Finally, the smaller dudes feet hit the ground.  The box looked like a miniature model of itself.  The legs of the box had been completely folded like an accordion and the body of the box was now half it’s original size.  It used to say ‘Property of the United States Government’ on the front, but now it only said ‘Property.’  At first, I thought the big man was going to stop there, but he kept on pushing and squatted at the same time so I wouldn’t fall forward.  Soon, the handsome dude was sitting almost on the sidewalk – the mailbox now a flattened piece of metal under his ass.  Bud lifted the smaller guy to the side and then peeled the wide scrap off the ground, easily ripping bolts from the cement.  He then rolled the flattened box into a long tube and wrapped the thing around his wrist two times – twisting the ends together to make a handsome blue bracelet.  I knew I would have barely been able to lift my arm with the thing attached to my wrist, but it was just simple hand-made jewelry for Bud.  The big man looked down at the gawking young dude who was still sitting on the sidewalk, staring in utter disbelief.

 

“Sorry about your letter, little man,” Bud said, referencing the mail the guy had dropped in the box when we walked up.

 

“…umph . . . umph… awwww…”

 

The poor little man immediately started convulsing on the sidewalk – clearly spewing for a third time within such a short period.  This time it was so powerful that his eyes rolled back into his head and veins popped out all over his face.  When he finally finished jerking uncontrollably, he opened his eyes, silently mouthed the words ‘thank you’ and then slumped into an unconscious heap on the sidewalk.  Bud giggled and stood back up – causing me to get a little dizzy from flying so high so quickly.

 

“Look at that, Connor, the little man actually still had a lot of juice to release.  I’d say that last blast was pretty impressive.  I think he’ll probably have to toss those slacks and his underwear in the trash, though,” Bud said, proudly.  “That was fun, wasn’t it?  Who knew flattening a mailbox would be so easy and so sexy.”

 

“Hell yeah,” I said, “but we can’t leave him passed out here on the sidewalk.  Who knows what will happen to him.”

 

“Good point, honey.  I have an idea,” Bud said and then he pulled the guy’s wallet from his back pocket.  “Wow, even his wallet is sticky with cum.  Let’s see where he lives.  Good, it’s right up the street, here.”

 

Bud replaced the wallet and then easily picked up the limp body with one big hand and carried the dude like a rag doll as we strolled up the lane.  We found his place and when Bud was about to rip the guy’s front door open, I quickly suggested we use the keys that were probably in his front pocket.  They, too, were covered in sticky juice, but we opened the door, placed the guy on his sofa, and then left him to his vivid dreams about a monstrous elder muscleman.           

[iceman751]

Just got done reading this and of course, as you know about me, LB, I love stories about older muscle men, and I have been entranced with this series since the beginning! Old Man Stevens is just so incredible, so hugely muscular, so strong! I mean the stuff he did in this story was just the tip of the iceberg! But it was still so hot to read anyway, good to see another person who is into old super muscle as much as me and Connor are! Man, he got to live the dream, I can just picture myself in that role, standing there in absolute awe and lust as my dream grandpa comes along, showing awesome muscle size and superhuman strength for both my pleasure and the pleasure of his boyfriend, who he is holding on his shoulders like a stuffed animal. I hope there's more soon, more of Bud using his awesome strength to turn Connor and myself on immensely!

[flamedelft]

Can't wait to read this later. Can't get enough of Bud. Just a thought, isn't this the 12th part?

[londonboy]

Good sir, I believe you are right.  Thanks for noticing. 

[muscl4life]

Powerfully amazing! I just love that he is still growing huger and more muscular!

 

Keep up the great work!

[flamedelft]

I agree with muscl4life, more growth means more fun! Can't wait until Bud takes on an army.

 

And don't make us wait so long for the next part

[Mekal]

I loved that story in the old forum, and it's good to see it back!

Keep making him grow! Bigger, bigger, BIGGER!!

[carlos]

BEAUTIFUL CONTINUATION. THANK YOU

[londonboy]

Thanks everyone.  I'm really glad some people like Mr. Stevens as much as I do.  

[xboy]

great work, but I suggest to link the others, so the newbie can read the full story!