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Since it was the first week of college I, of course, found myself wandering the aisles of the campus bookstore hoping to find all of the items I needed for classes.  It was strange being at a new place and not knowing a soul.  I had traveled across the U.S. to attend this specific establishment of higher education and I was the only person from my hometown to ever be accepted.  Certainly a boost to my self-esteem, but at the moment it just seemed lonely and depressing.  I was having a bitch of a time finding the textbook for my philosophy class and was beginning to panic.  A deep voice suddenly broke my concentration.

 

“Need some help there, sport?”

 

I turned toward the sound and froze immediately.  I was gazing at the face of Stack Winston, the most popular guy on campus.  He was the quarterback, linebacker, or some kind of back for the football team and had a body that made you immediately think of sword and sandal films, Greek statues, or a very young and huge Lou Ferrigno.  The guy was leaning against the row of books to my left and looking me directly in the face.  He was wearing his letterman’s jacket, but I could still see the distinct bulges of the huge muscles in his arms, shoulders, and chest underneath.  My eyes dropped to the straining buttons of his shirt and would not move back up to his face – no matter how much I told myself it was bad manners to stare.  I was too mesmerized by the way his jacket heaved up and down as the guy merely breathed. 

 

“My eyes are up here, man.”

 

“Um . . . I’m sorry.  It’s just that . . . well . . . I mean . . .”

 

“Don’t worry about it dude.  I get that a lot.”

 

“I . . . uh . . . I guess . . . you would.”

 

I was speaking without thinking – something I never did.  I was usually a thoughtful introvert who only spoke after contemplating an answer.  I was so caught off guard by the fact that the senior that graced all brochures and advertisements for the school was standing just a few feet from me.  I had certainly taken a second look at the college mainly because of his beefy picture on the cover of the introduction packet the recruitment office had sent me. 

 

“What’s your name gorgeous?”

 

For most of my life I had been called beautiful and handsome.  I knew, on some level, that the compliments were true – I was about six foot tall and I had curly blonde hair that always seemed to fall perfectly.  I also had an attractive swimmer’s build that seemed to cause lots of people to notice.  But no comment up to that point in my life had ever had the impact of Stack’s words.  The reality that he called me gorgeous made my face turn red and my cock begin to swell.  I lowered the books in my arms to crotch level.

 

“Um, I’m Michael. Michael Thomas.”

 

“Nice name.  Meeting you has just renewed my faith in the freshman class, Mr. Thomas.  Here I thought there was no hope of anything worth writing home about and then I bump into all this deliciousness.  Whatcha looking for?”

 

“I . . . uh . . . need, um . . . a book for my . . . philosophy class.”

 

“Philosophy?  Wow, brains to go with all the beauty.  I just got all tingly inside.  I bet you have old Dr. Horan.  He’s tough, but a damn good teacher.  I think I still have that book from freshman year.  How about I drop it by your place tomorrow?”

 

“Well . . . um, that would be . . . you know . . . swell.  I could buy it from you.”

 

“Do people actually say ‘swell’ anymore?  Don’t worry about money Mr. Thomas; it will be my gift to you.  I like the fact that it will give me a reason to see you again.  We might even find other ways for you to thank me.”

 

“Um . . . no, Stack.  I insist that I pay you.”

 

“Hey, you know my name.”

 

I didn’t realize he had not shared his name by that point.  I was too busy focusing on the fact that the biggest and most studliest of guys at my school was planning to lend me a book.  His attention was also a little too much for me to handle.  I could feel my legs getting weak and I was becoming a little disoriented.  I simply shook my head in affirmation.  The big man smiled and lifted his hand to his face – using the big thumb and forefinger to caress the manly mustache this dark-haired angel had grown above his lip.  It made him seem so much older than a senior in college.  My head began to spin a little more as I stared at his beautiful features – enhanced by the manly handlebar shaped fur.

 

“Where’s your room Michael?”

 

“Um . . . Atlas Hall.  Room 203.”

 

“Nice digs for a freshman.  Your family must know someone.  Appropriate dorm name for a big guy like me to visit, don’t you think?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“See you tomorrow, Michael.  Damn, you are one fine looking man.”

 

With that comment, the big hulking muscleman backed up the aisle, never taking his eyes from mine.  When he got to the end he winked at me, blew me a kiss and then disappeared.  I stood there in shock – doubting any of this had just taken place.  I reached up to grab hold of the shelf at my right – hoping it would help to give my body some much needed support.  It was a good ten minutes before I was able to move from my place in the bookstore.  I could sense people moving around me, but my mind was solely focused on the interaction that had just taken place.  I also needed a few minutes to let my raging erection subside – it simply wasn’t used to being so close to so much muscle. 

 

My evening of studies the next night was interrupted by a sudden loud knock.  My heart skipped a few beats as I stood and walked to the door of my dorm room.  I glanced in the mirror attached to my closet as I passed by.  I had spent half an hour trying to figure out what kind of outfit would please the man now standing out in the hallway.  I had decided to go for a preppy look and now I second-guessed my choice.  I took a deep breath and then exhaled.  At the same time I opened the door.  The behemoth of my dreams stood before me. 

 

“Hey bud, what’s happening?”

 

“Um nothing, Stack.  I mean . . . nothing.  Um . . . what’s um . . . How are you?”

 

I found it difficult to speak.  Stack was wearing a gray t-shirt emblazoned with the name of our college and the material was stretching way beyond the expected limit – trying desperately to cover the big dude’s muscles.  It was like the guy chose the shirt to intentionally make me come close to passing out when I beheld his body.  My eyes could again not stay focused on his face.  I quickly took in the expanse of his massive chest and bulging arms.  I clearly saw small gaps appearing at the seams of the shirt – simply because the triple x shirt was not big enough to contain all of Stack’s hugeness.  My breathing completely stop, I had no power over any part of my body.  I was lost in a moment of lust. 

 

“You gonna invite me in, handsome?”

 

I could see that his lips were moving and I heard his voice, but northing registered - it sounded like I was two feet under water and he was attempting to tell me something from above.  I was finding it hard to move my gaze from the clear outline of his gigantic pectoral muscles bulging underneath the material of his shirt.  I had never seen a chest so wide and pumped.  Well, not this close and all personal – that’s for sure.  I guess some of the guys online or in magazines were this big, but I was sure they were morphed in some way.  What appeared before me was the real deal and it was causing me to have dry mouth and become speechless.  I just stared at the guy as I moved to the side, giving him room to walk by – but the guy could only fit because he turned his body sideways.  Stack purposefully chose to let his chest face me as he slid into the room.  I took a deep breath and licked my lips as his hardened nipples – poking the shirt out like some kind of pornographic teepees – passed in front of my eyes.  I fell against my door when I got a glimpse of his incredible back, which pulled the material of his shirt so much that it was thin as tissue paper.  I knew instantly that if the guy chose to flare out his lats, even slightly, the flimsy cloth would surely completely rip down the middle.  I quickly regained control of myself and followed the big man.  

 

“Nice room, Mr. Thomas.”

 

“Um . . . thanks.”

 

“What did you do to get in this dorm?  Blow the president?”

 

“No, I . . . um . . . I mean . . . my father kind of paid for the new gym.”

 

“No shit!  Wait a minute.  The whole fucking place is called the Thomas Center, isn’t it?  That’s for your dad, right?”

 

“Um . . . yes.”

 

“Cool.  Aw, wait!  The weight room is called Michael Hall.  Is that for you?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Damn!  I spend half my life there.  You mean to tell me that every time I throw around some heavy weights and grow bigger I’m standing in a place named for you.”

 

“I guess so.”

 

“That’s sweet.  Your gym has certainly helped me to get huge, man.  I owe you a lot.”
 

“Well, not really.  You don’t . . . um owe me anything.  It was my dad . . . really.”

 

“I’m sure your dad would feel that any thank you gift I give to you would be like giving one to him, don’t you think?”

 

“Yes . . . I think he . . . um . . . would.”

 

“And I think I’m gonna need to be thanking you for a long time – to make sure I show you how grateful I really am.  After all, I’ve grown pretty big.”

 

Stack was tensing his huge chest as he spoke – clearly teasing me.  I watched as the heavy meat rose slowly on the right side and then on the left.  It was clear the guy had total control over every possible muscle in his body – both pecs rippled beautifully to prove the point.  My tormentor was staring at my face; as if he wanted to make sure his body entranced me before he moved the evening forward.  This all registered in my subconscious and I smiled because I thought how impossible it would be that anyone would not be spellbound by the guy’s muscles.  My gaze, however, stayed locked on the show being produced underneath his t-shirt.  I was a huge sucker for mammoth slabs of beef and Stack was blessed with a chest beyond my wildest fantasies.  His voice shook me from my intense gawking.

 

“I brought the book.”

 

He held up the exact text I was looking for and I nodded my head in silent thanks.  He tossed the heavy volume on the bed and then grabbed my desk chair with one hand – easily lifting it to the middle of the room and sitting down to face me.  He glanced around the room again and then turned his gaze back to me, clearly knowing that my eyes had stayed locked on his giant body the entire time.  He let his own eyes move up and down my entire frame – meticulously, as if he were a doctor giving me a complete physical and I was totally nude.

 

“I hope you don’t mind me making myself comfortable, man.  I thought you and I could spend some time getting to know each other.  So, I’ll start.  I like hot men and you’re the hottest thing to step on this campus in a long time.  I get the distinct feeling you like big guys and I’m sure I’m the biggest man you’ve ever met.  That means we’re like a match made in heaven.  I think you should come over here close to me and we’ll see where the evening takes us.  You’re like the honey this huge bear has been hunting for all year long and I’m going to go crazy if I don’t get a taste of you soon.  At the same time I think you might enjoy exploring all the muscled parts of me.”

 

Stack’s words seemed to echo off the walls of my dorm room.  I was trying desperately not to faint.  I knew there had been a connection between us in the bookstore, but his honesty and forwardness still caught me off guard.  The fact that he had nailed me as a lover of muscle was not a surprise – he clearly saw the lust in my eyes and the outline of my hardened cock at my crotch.  I walked across the room and stood in front of the huge man.  It was like he was a giant magnet and I was a small piece of metal – there was no way I could have denied the control he had over my body.  We were staring into each other’s eyes and I got the feeling it was my time to speak. 

 

“I . . . um . . . see you’re the master of the direct approach.”

 

“That doesn’t scare you, does it Michael?”

 

“No, I find it flattering and refreshing.”

 

“Is there anything else that might . . . refresh you?” 

 

I said nothing.  I reached up and ran my forefinger across his thick mustache – marveling at how hard even short strands of hair could feel.  It was simply amazing how power seemed to ooze out of such an ordinary part of a human being.  But I was quickly learning there was nothing ordinary about this particular human, he was definitely beyond normal.  My finger moved slowly and deliberately, allowing me to fully comprehend the intense masculinity that produced the beautiful love forest above his upper lip.  The giant purred softly as my finger stroked his face.  I sensed that both of us were fighting a profound urge to pounce on each other as if we were foxes let loose in a hen house.  We were intent on making this moment last, fully intending to let the morning sun come up finding us fully awake and having lost count of our numerous orgasms.  It was hard to imagine how I would be able to delay gratification being this close to so much muscle, but I knew instinctively it was the unspoken wish of the man beneath me.  I continued to stare into his dark eyes, but my peripheral vision registered one of his huge hands moving to his crotch and adjusting what I knew was a growing substantial piece of meat.  I smiled at the realization that caressing his facial hair could cause the big guy to shoot hard, but then I remembered that my own cock had turned to something similar to stone as soon as I felt the dense bristles.  For the life of me I could not grasp why a little bit of stubble and upper lip fur coating made me so weak at the knees.  Stack, of course, could sense how I had lost control of my entire body, just from sensations shooting through my one fingertip.  This, in turn, sent the insides of his huge frame into a state of frenzy, as well.  It was a vicious lust-filled cycle of exciting each other beyond our wildest dreams and we were quickly moving beyond the point of no return.

 

“Hmmmm, feels good.”

 

Even though Stack whispered, his voice seemed to fill the room like a fifty-piece orchestra playing a dramatic symphony.  He could have simply read from the phone book at that moment and my cock would have still leaked pre-cum.  My head got a little fuzzier as I began to fully grasp that I was exciting this huge beast in the same way he affected me.  A sense of power began to well up inside of me – a feeling that was completely foreign.  The thick legs parted before me and I slowly moved forward, never taking my finger from his face. 

 

“You like my ‘stache, don’t you?”

 

I merely nodded my head.  I was so focused on the feelings rocketing through my body that I could not speak.  I felt his solid heavy thighs press into the sides of my legs.  I knew he wasn’t applying much pressure, but it still felt like I was wedged between two mountains.  Even through both of our jeans I could feel the heat his beefy body produced, causing my own internal temperature to shoot up about ten degrees.  I felt beads of sweat instantly burst through my skin - down my back and at my temples.  All of this caused my stroking to pause momentarily and Stack took advantage of the hesitation.  He parted his lips and lifted his chin slightly, causing my finger to pop into his mouth.  His teeth clamped lightly on my knuckle and his tongue began to teasingly circle around my tip.  My own mouth fell open a little and a faint moan escaped.  The big man’s eyes never left mine.  I watched his already chiseled cheeks indent even more as a powerful suction pulled me deeper into his mouth, even though I used all of my strength to fight its force.  Stack was showing me that even his throat had strength beyond comprehension.  I briefly worried that my entire arm was going to be sucked into his warm mouth.  The pressure suddenly released and I knew what to do.  I pulled my finger back slowly, making sure to run the tip back and forth across his bottom lip after passing his teeth. 

 

“Just imagine all that suction on another part of your body.”

 

Part Two

 

The sensation of Stack’s warm mouth and its powerful suction still pulsed through the finger I rested on his bottom lip.  He had encouraged me to imagine how that same feeling would affect my hard cock, but I couldn’t let my mind stay there very long.  I was worried that my throbbing piece of meat would erupt merely from thinking about this huge man sucking me off.  The entire evening was still so surreal.  I was standing in front of the largest human being I had ever met and he kept reiterating how much he wanted me.  Doubts and uncertainties were trying hard to pop into my brain, but something inside of me shoved them away.  I knew in my core – at the most basic level of my being – that the mountain of muscle sitting in the middle of my room desired me in the same overwhelming way I craved him.  This knowledge somehow empowered me and freed me in a way I had never realized was possible.  To put it in plain English - it made me cocky.

 

“And what makes you think you deserve another part of my body in that beautiful mouth, Mr. Stack?”

 

My comment sent a wave of euphoria through the big guy’s body – I actually felt it rush across his bottom lip, where my finger rested.  I also saw his entire huge frame shiver from the excitement.  This caused me to swell even more with self-assurance and I could feel some kind of new life coursing through my body.  It was like my blood had been infused with a dose of super testosterone.  I had the urge to lift the back of a car or bend a metal bar.  It crossed my mind that this is how Stack felt all the time, but the intense pleasure pulsating from beneath my skin made me want to continue to explore what was happening within me – instead of focusing on the big man.  Without taking my eyes away from Stack’s, I moved my hand from his lip and dropped it to his mega-sized chest.  It took mere seconds for my fingers to find his jutting right nipple.  I pinched it hard between my thumb and forefinger – squeezing as if my life depended on it.  My other hand quickly found the target on his other massive pec and it copied the previous action. 

 

“Ahhhhhh!!!”

 

Stack cried out in pleasure and all of his enormous muscles tensed harder than concrete.  I showed him no mercy.  I immediately began to twist my hands back and forth like I was trying to find a radio station using his thick man-nubs.  The giant sat straight up in the chair and closed his eyes.  He was being shot into a land of utter ecstasy and this, of course, only fueled my desire to tease him more.  As I twisted his big nipples I also pulled them toward me and jerked them up and down at the same time.  I watched Stack’s jaw tighten and his lips quickly parted.  He spoke through clenched teeth.

 

“Aw fuck!”

 

I then reversed the motion and pressed his nipples into his chest, realizing I had to press even harder than I imagined because his pec meat was so tight.  I let my thumbs push his dense plugs far into the beefiness and Stack leaned forward to make the erotic pain even more intense.  I moved my thumbs up and down and felt the muscle underneath start to undulate in the same rhythm.  Again, I was beyond amazed at the control this guy had over his massive muscles.  I latched on to the nipples even firmer than before and started to jerk the thick meat in different directions.  This seemed to send Stack over some unseen edge.  I’m not sure he had total control over what he was doing.

 

“Come here, boy!”

 

Stack’s giant hands suddenly shot around me and seized hold of my ass cheeks.  He squeezed tightly and the thrill that pounded through my body caused me to pull on his pec meat even harder than I thought was possible.  This action made the two big hands attached to my rear pull me quickly into Stack’s waiting crotch.  My stiff cock slammed into his hardness and we both gasped loudly from the painful bliss that registered below our waists.  We both froze completely – obviously worried that any further movement would make our dicks spew like soda bottles that have been shaken for hours.  My fingers were still tightly secure on his nipples and his big paws were gripping my plump ass cheeks so tightly that I knew bruises would noticeable tomorrow.  We stayed motionless for a good thirty to forty seconds.  Neither of us was breathing and I could feel his hard beef stick through our jeans beating in rhythm with his heart.  I was sure he felt the same from mine.  We both finally exhaled at the same time and my hands dropped from his aching nipples.  He moaned out loud as my fingers released their prisoners.  Stack, however, continued to hold on to my ass, but he did, thankfully, lessen the pressure.  He also began to knead my bubble butt with his fingers.  The feeling was fucking amazing. 

 

“My nipples are going to hurt for days.”

 

“Something for you to remember me by.”

 

“Oh I don’t think I could ever forget you, gorgeous.  And I certainly won’t forget how awesome your ass feels.”

 

To emphasize his point he squeezed my cheeks harder and lifted his arms at the same time.  My feet left the ground and the big man held my large body in the air as he shamelessly let his forefingers press my jeans further up into my crack.  His massive thighs were still against my legs and this helped to keep my body balanced, but I had a feeling that his arms were strong enough to hold me in place all by themselves.  I gasped out loud as he used little effort to raise my body upward.  Even though I clearly understood I wasn’t going to fall over in any direction, I took advantage of the moment and reached out to grab his colossal shoulders, acting like I needed to balance myself.  As soon as my fingers landed on his wide traps I got my first real understanding of how hard and big Stack actually was.  My hands instantly looked like those of a two-year old  because they were lying on top of this part of his monstrous body.  My mouth flew open in awe when I saw that the expanse of my entire hand did not come close to reaching across his thickness.  I was pretty sure two talented gymnast could use his shoulders simultaneously as pommel horses or for vaulting.  I was reminded just how immense Stack Winston truly was and it was a little unnerving.  My previous bravado dissipated as I let my hands move across his muscled traps – amazed that they seemed to go on forever. 

 

“My god, it’s like somebody attached two thick slabs of concrete to either side of your neck!”

 

I balled up my fists and started to pound on his shoulders, to see if I might be able to dent them even a little, but it was like I was hitting heavy metal cylinders that were wide enough to rest saddles on.  Stack’s big hands continued to squeeze my ass as he easily held me in the air.  He also chuckled at my comment.

 

“Easy there, tiger, you don’t want to hurt your hands.”

 

I ceased my pounding and felt a slight pain in my hands.  I went back to just resting my palms against his hard skin – easily felt even through the thinly stretched t-shirt.  The big man lowered my body back to the ground and released my ass cheeks – but I knew I’d continue to feel his grip for at least an hour.  He interlocked the fingers of his hands behind me and then pulled my body into his.  Our hard cocks were throbbing against each other once again and my tight stomach was pressed against his bulging chest.  He tilted his head back to look up at me – even though his forehead actually came up to my eyes and he was still sitting down.  I gazed into his face for a few seconds – it was long enough for much of my previous self-assurance to return.  I brought my lips down to his and pressed in hard.  He gave his mouth completely to me.  I turned my head slightly and pushed my tongue inward, exploring every part of his warmth.  Neither of us closed our eyes.  It was clear we wanted to savor every moment of our first kiss.  We stayed lip-locked for a good five minutes, filling the room with just the sounds of our wet smacking and frequent moans of joy.  I consider myself a great kisser, but there was something about kissing a man as muscled and handsome as Stack that caused me to even step it up a few more notches.  I sensed immediately that he also rated my abilities off the chart, but he clearly understood that what he brought to the kiss also made it special.  I finally pulled my face from his.  He began smiling like a child that has just gotten the gift of his lifetime.  He spoke in a falsetto, pretty humorous for a guy with a body like his.

 

“He likes me, he really likes me.”

 

“Of course I do.  What’s not to like?  You’re huge, beautiful, and nice.”

 

“Some say I’m stuck on myself, I’m too big, and way too bossy.”

 

“Really?  Let’s see.  If by stuck on yourself you mean you really like what’s on the inside and outside, then I’m all for that.  I like a guy that’s not shy of flaunting what he’s got.  And I think you’ve got a lot.  As for too big – is there really such a thing?  Sure you could easily cause me much pain, but that’s part of the attraction – I love a huge man that can be gentle, but there’s always the knowledge that he’s very powerful.  What a turn on!  Oh and then there’s the complaint of being too bossy.  That kind of makes me laugh.  I’ve realized tonight that we both have much power in this blossoming relationship.  You can certainly get me to do many things – and your strength and size can certainly intimidate, but I have the distinct feeling that you want to please me in a big way.  I can sense that one disparaging look from me will send you into a tailspin.  Am I correct, Mr. Winston?”

 

The big man looked into my eyes intently.  I saw a clear look of adoration in his gaze.  I had hit the nail on the head – but I knew that before I even spoke.  There was an understanding between us that needed no words.  I could see that Stack wanted me at the same intense level I wanted him.  I didn’t try to figure out why he felt that way - there was no need.  I just accepted it as fact.  It was 2012 for god’s sake and two men – even two men that were physically very different – had the right and the opportunity to lust after each other in the way that we did.  I could see that my words had somehow taken our relationship to a new level.  Stack was definitely smitten on a level that could not be reversed.  I loved the idea that a huge muscled god could be easily overpowered by something as simple as love – it was certainly something like an erotic David and Goliath story. 

 

“I want you as my boyfriend, Michael Thomas.”

 

“Wow, Mr. Winston, there are so many men at this college – why should I pick you as my boyfriend?”

 

I was toying with the big guy and he instantly recognized it.  We both knew that this evening was cementing something beautiful and beyond words, but we also realized we were going to milk it for all it was worth.  I was his and he was mine – plan and simple.  We both understood that within the first two minutes of meeting each other at the bookstore.  For some reason he seemed to like smaller fit handsome men and we both knew I lusted after heavily muscled men.  Like he had said earlier – Stack and I were definitely a match made in heaven.  

 

“Well, first of all, if you choose anyone else I will crush them like a little grape.  Second of all, you’re into muscle in a huge way and I’m definitely sure you’re not going to find anyone bigger than me.  This body, I’m sure, is way beyond even your jerk-off fantasies.  But more than any of that, I don’t think you’ll ever find a guy that wants you more than I do.”

 

It was the final statement that stayed in my head.  I knew, instinctively, that this guy could beat into a pulp any guy that challenged him.  I also realized that he fully understood and accepted my lust for huge muscles.  He clearly got the fact that I needed more than just a huge body – but also that, in my mind, it was a great starting point for any relationship.  And yet, it was the fact that he desired me in such an intense way that really made me fall in love with him.  I know the word love is pretty strong – especially after only two meetings, but it was the most obvious thing ever in my entire life.  We loved each other.  I was completely aware that Stack felt the same way.  I moved away from teasing comments and suddenly went serious.

 

“This is really intense, Stack.  I’ve never felt this way.  It’s a little overwhelming.”

 

“I feel the same way, Michael.  You kind of hit me like a shot out of the blue.  I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend, but then I saw you in the bookstore and I was smitten.”

 

“Does anyone really use the word smitten anymore?”

 

We both smiled at each other.  The sexual intensity that had existed just a few minutes ago was now gone.  We had moved to something much deeper and more satisfying.  I knew we both still had cocks as hard as telephone poles, but the need for immediate gratification was gone.  It was clear to both of us that this relationship was for good and we knew that meant we could get our rocks off any time we wanted.  It didn’t lessen our desire for each other – it only made us less desperate.  I moved my hands up to his impressive chest, which immediately caused him to tense it so hard that I could only rest my palms against it – there was no way I was going to push the meat inward.

 

“You’re a chest man, aren’t you, Michael?”

 

“I’m a muscle man, Stack.  Yes, a big chest is beautiful, but all huge muscles impress me.  I think you’re an ass man, aren’t you?”

 

“I like a firm butt, of course, but it’s not the only thing I get into.  I like a beautiful face and a tight little body.  You seem to fit that bill perfectly.  Your fantastic ass is just icing on the cake.”

 

“And do you like to lick the icing, Mr. Winston?”

 

“Not only do I like to lick it, but I also like to plunge my hard cock into the icing, as well.  Is that okay with you, Mr. Thomas?”

 

“You know the answer without even asking the question, sir.  You can dip into my icing any time you like.”

 

“Shit, man.  You’re getting me so hot and bothered I’m ready to rip a car apart with just my hands or bring a building down with a few punches.  I’m not sure I can hold out much longer.”

 

“Is that so?  Well, I’d like to see what those arms can do with that flimsy t-shirt for a start, sir.”

 

My request made the big man grin like a child that just won first prize in some contest.  He grabbed me at my waist and easily lifted my body up in the air.  He then moved me a little distance back.  I had to remove my hand from his body and I immediately felt the loss.  I was still close to the man, but we weren’t touching at any part of our bodies.  He reached up and grabbed the collar of his t-shirt.  I swear what came next was like a slow motion camera had caught all of his actions and I was watching it in replay.  He pulled his hands apart methodically and teasingly.  The room was filled with the sound of ripping material and I watched his massive chest plop out as he pulled his shirt apart.  My mouth dropped open at the beginning and a big glob of saliva slid down my cheek as soon as the rip reached the bottom of his pecs and began to reveal the perfectly chiseled abs below. My eyes stayed glued to every inch of skin that was exposed as the shirt was easily pulled away.  Stack’s chest was covered with the same kind of heavy fur that was found on his upper lip and that made my cock squirt pre-cum like a volcano teasing people before the final eruption. 

 

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

 

“Spoken like a true student of philosophy, Mr. Thomas.  I’m certainly glad you approve.”

 

“Approve?  What’s not to like?  Your chest is the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen.  Just look at how the mounds of muscle stick out like an erotic 3-D movie.  I haven’t ever seen a pair of pecs so big and full of muscle.  I already know what those babies can do – I’ve seen you ripple each part of them with control that’s unimaginable.  The added bonus of abdominal muscles that look like they have been cut in marble only intensifies my reaction.  Just look at that fucking eight-pack covered in a dusting of fur that makes me want to lick every inch of your stomach.”

 

“I don’t think any other words have ever turned me on so much.  You are a true muscle worshipper, my friend.”

 

“You have not idea.”

 

“Well, that’s why we’re so perfect for each other.  You like muscle and I’ve got lots of it.”

 

“So I see.”

 

By this point the big man had completely ripped his shirt down the middle and was straining to pull the remnants from his massive arms and shoulders.  When the material finally fell to the floor and his entire torso was revealed I immediately became silent – mainly because I had not prepared myself for what I would see.  Stack’s upper body was more than a work of art – it was beyond description or reproduction.  First of all, there was muscle everywhere.  It was certainly in all the places you would expect, but then he had other muscles that seemed to be a surprise.  He had muscles on top of muscles.  His uncovered shoulders seemed to be an intricate pile of sinew and thickness placed on top of each other and then covered in skin.  It was multiple mountains of muscle that rippled when he moved his body.  Stack knew I was looking at his shoulders so he started to tense up his trapezius muscle and the big boulders on either side of his neck rose even higher.  I moaned out loud as I gazed at all the power in just that one part of his body.

 

“Shit, your traps flex up higher than your ears.”

 

“Not quite, Michael, but it’s nice of you to say.  And what do you think of the work I’ve done on my delts?”

 

The big guy rolled his shoulders forward a little and then pushed them back, his chest pushed out so much further that I could have easily leaned forward and found total support form his monster pecs.  My eyes, however, were locked on the giant solid mounds that had somehow been implanted underneath his skin at the top of both of his beefy arms.  The man’s delts looked as big as basketballs.  I knew immediately that my hand would not cover even a fraction of the freakish muscle he had built at this part of his body.  It didn’t just look like the guy was wearing skin covered shoulder pads; the deltoid muscles were much bigger than that.  No, it looked like someone had attached tractor tires above his biceps.  My mouth was still wide open and I finally realized that I was gurgling like a little baby – that’s how unbelievable Stack’s delts were. 

 

“Look at this, man, I can even tense up my delts something hard.”

 

Striations suddenly appeared up and down the mounds of muscle at the edge of both of his shoulders.  I swear both bulging masses ballooned up a lot more than before.  I easily saw that I could have placed a bunch of quarters all up and down the grooves in his hard meat and they would have stayed in place – hell, they probably would have been squeezed so hard they would have been unrecognizable.  I reached out and slid my hand up and down his right deltoid muscle.  It was like I was feeling the trunk of some petrified tree – ridges of muscle that seemed harder than anything humanly possible. 

 

“No fucking way.”

 

“I can see that Mr. Michael is pleased.  Are you ready for the gun show, sir?”

 

“No, please don’t!”

 

I yelled loudly and quickly – raising both hands up in the air.  My heart was beating so fast and my cock was so pumped that I knew if he flexed his massive arms I would either have a heart attack or blow a giant hole through my underwear and jeans from just because of one look.  Even relaxed the monster biceps were peaked like Mount Everest and looked thicker than a Hummer.  Seeing those arms swell up even larger was going to need some building up to – I had to have a hell of a lot more stamina.  The enormous tease of a man chuckled at my reaction, but I could tell he completely understood.  It was clear he had caused this kind of reaction before in many other guys.  I was glad he was sympathetic.  He could have easily sent me beyond the point of control.  Stack tensed his massive pecs and made them ripple as before.  This time I was seeing muscle directly and not covered by a thin t-shirt.  I marveled at the beautiful heavy dusting of fur across his colossal mounds of meat and it somehow seemed to enhance their size and beauty.  Stack’s hairy chest was exactly what any artist or muscle pig could wish for.  He was beyond huge, but everything was beautifully proportioned.  His thick neck looked natural placed atop his giant torso.  His chest and arms easily matched the enormity of his shoulders and his stomach looked like a perfectly plowed field of muscled abdominals.  By this point I was beyond cohesive thinking or speaking.  I was lost in Stack heaven.  I could tell he loved my adoration, but there was something more.  I sensed that he was looking at me in the same way – with the same level of lust.  This turned me on even more.

 

“How about you get naked for me, Michael.”

 

Part Three  

 

It briefly puzzled me that Stack wanted to see me nude – mainly because, compared to him, I was a toothpick standing before a redwood.  Normally, I would have become very self-conscious and found some reason to not take off my clothes, but today was different.  It had dawned on me earlier that Stack found my body, not to mention my size, a big turn on.  Now it hit me fully that the big man liked my body as intensely as I lusted after his.  Instead of freaking out about that revelation, I simply accepted it as fact and relished in the power it created within me.  I knew instinctively that I should prolong the gratification of him seeing my uncovered nicely proportioned build as long as I could.  We were caught up in some mind-blowing type of foreplay dance that would probably last the rest of our lives.  I reached up to my shirt and undid a couple of buttons, allowing my smooth hairless chest to be slightly revealed.

 

“Yeah, buddy, that’s nice.  You’re so less furry than me and look at that swimmer’s chest, nice and muscled.  That fucking v-shape you got going on is messing with my cock something awful.  Let me see your nips, I’m begging ya, Michael.”

 

I reached down and slowly pulled the shirttail from my jeans.  I then began to undue the rest of the buttons – never taking my eyes off of Stack’s face.  He tried to return my gaze, but he was too distracted by my striptease act.  When I pulled the sides of my shirt back to fully reveal my chiseled torso he became extremely silent and I swear his eyes got twice as big as before.  The giant wasn’t breathing.  He was moving his eyes quickly up and down, taking in my tight thin stomach, my nicely molded pectoral muscles, my broad shoulders, and then, what he really wanted to see, the wide dark skin that circled around my hardened erect nipples.  All my life guys had been surprised by the expanse of my areolas and the thickness of my guy teats.  I paused for a while and gave Stack some time to let this special treat sink in completely.  He was biting his bottom lip without even thinking about it – obviously excited by what he knew would eventually be a mouthful of my sweet meat. 

 

“Damn, those things are beautiful and huge.  What do you do to get them so big – dangle hundred pound weights attached by some kind of modified jumper cables?  Those hefty plugs are bigger than mine.  Shit, I can’t wait to suck on those things.”

 

“I’m glad you like ‘em, Stack.  They’re all yours.  And I don’t need to do anything to get these nubs so large – they came this way.  I guess I was just blessed.”

 

“I’ll say, Michael.  And I’ll make sure I treat them so nice you’ll feel blessed twice.  Man, I’m salivating like a rabid dog dreaming of spending quality time on those nipples.  Come here and let me taste ‘em.”

 

“Not yet, Mr. Big.  You wanted me naked and I’m not moving until I’m down to my birthday suit.  I want to please my admirer like he’s never been pleased before.”

 

“You already have, man, you already have.”

 

I laughed out loud and then slid the open shirt off of my shoulders.  I could tell I was standing taller than I ever had before – fully charged with confidence and proud of my body.  I shook out my arms and then stood there, frozen like the statue of David.  I watched Stack’s eyes roam around my entire upper torso.  He had no idea where to let his gaze rest – but he always paused when he went past the thick nipples perfectly framed in dark circles on my pecs.  After a few minutes he finally locked his eyes on mine and I could tell he was pleading with me to continue and to make it quick.  I, however, had other plans.  I undid my belt and pulled it from my jeans slowly.  I was teasing him mercilessly and he knew it.

 

“I think you want my body as much as I want yours, Mr. Winston.”

 

“More.”

 

“I doubt that is possible.”

 

“You can think what you want, Michael, but I’ve never met a guy that turns my crank as hard as you do.  It’s taking every ounce of strength to prevent myself from bursting from this chair, tackling you on the ground, and having my way with you.”

 

“I have a feeling that’s a hell of a lot of power then – if it’s every ounce of strength in that big body of yours.”

 

“You have no idea, sir. No idea.”

 

By this point Stack was breathing hard and his massive chest was heaving up and down.       

He did, indeed, look like a raging animal about to charge.  I fantasized for a few seconds about having a red cape and standing in a big stadium – a toreador about to fight the largest bull in the world.  This led to the idea of wrestling my mammoth admirer and that thought made my cock twitch.  Even though I knew the match would be heavily one sided, the thought of having his large body on top of me caused a jolt of electricity to shoot through my body.  I think my nipples actually poked out further because of my daydreaming. 

 

“I think you’re having a little trouble controlling your own gorgeous body, aren’t you Mr. Thomas.  I think those plugs just grew bigger.”

 

“I’m just thinking about all the things I want to do to and with that big body of yours, superman.”

 

“I like the sound of that.  Copying a phrase you said a few minutes ago - all these big muscles and whatever they can do is now just for you.”

 

“And I like the sound of that.”

 

We had once again been carried away on a wave of lust and presently teetered precariously at the edge of some unknown orgasm cliff – desperately wanting to take that little step and be consumed by overpowering ejaculations, but our desire for more foreplay caused us to silently call a truce.  We stood in silence, only staring at each other’s face because we had a feeling that one glance at the other’s naked torso would cause the impending tsunami presently dammed within our cocks.  My own dick was throbbing so much that I could feel it had become a little raw from all the friction against my tight jeans through the underwear, but the pain felt so good. 

 

“I’m ready for you to continue, Mr. Thomas.”

 

I needed no more encouragement.  I undid the button of my jeans and pulled the two sides apart slowly, letting the sound of the opening zipper fill the room.  Stack could not keep his eyes on mine with this kind of action going on.  He quickly dropped his gaze down to my crotch and it was clear that the sudden view of my white briefs caused the kind of reaction in him that was usually saved for watching cum shots in porn videos.  My underwear was turning the giant on in a way that made me chuckle.  I pushed the jeans down over my hips, purposefully leaving my briefs untouched.  The removal of the thicker material made me aware of the large damp spot at the front of my underwear and I remembered how much pre-cum had gushed from my cock so far.  Stack must have noticed the same thing and his large tongue crept out and slid across his thick mustache.  He looked like a huge lion preparing to eat some captured smaller prey.  The heavy bristles above his lip glistened from his spittle and I began to fantasize what it would feel like to have that bushy facial hair prickling different parts of my body – my earlobes, my balls, and way up between my ass cheeks.  My legs actually wobbled from the imagined pleasure. 

 

“I see something just made you happy, Michael.  A penny for your thoughts.”

 

“I’ll share anything with you, good sir, for free – no need to pay anything.  I was just thinking about how that dense ‘stache is going to feel slammed way up in my ass crack.”

 

“Whoa, slow down there tiger.  If you throw out visuals like that without any warning I’m going to explode like an overheated nuclear plant.  I may be a big man, but I can’t control my cock from spewing when I’m turned on more than I ever thought possible.  Now I’ve got to calm down  - I must put new images in my head before I shoot my load.  Let’s see: dead puppies, my grandmother’s underwear, Martha Washington, wet noodles . . . there, much better.  We’ll have no more talk of your tight bubble butt, agreed?  Let’s just leave that as your secret weapon, to be revealed only when you finally want to bring this big man to his knees.  Fair enough?”

 

“And what will you hold off on in return – it’s only fair?”

 

“I promise not to flex my massive guns until you tell me to.  I think that’s a even trade, don’t you think.”

 

The mere mention of his giant arms caused a little whimper to escape from my mouth.  I held my gaze level with his face and used all of my will power not to behold the mountainous peaks that exploded insanely below his shoulders.  I knew the same detonation he had alluded to for him earlier would have happened at my own crotch – from just one glance.  Stack instantly recognized my struggle and the incredible fortitude I showed by not looking down.  I saw that my inner strength impressed him.  For now, me exposing my ass or him pumping up his arms was off limits.  It was clear we both wished to show mercy. 

 

“We have a deal, sir.”

 

“Thank you, Michael.  A tight hole and flexed guns can be the final prize for both of us.  That way we can prolong this newfound teasing as long as possible – maybe even all night.  I don’t want this feeling of power and powerlessness to ever end.”

 

“It doesn’t have to, Stack.”

 

My comment made the colossal man smile.  He understood I was inferring we could be together forever.  He stood up, undid his jeans, and pushed them down over his own briefs – and I thought about how I could have fit my entire body through just one leg opening.  This thought pleased me very much.  We both kicked our pants away from our feet after slipping off our shoes.  Without even discussing it, each of us chose to keep our socks on, somehow getting more excited by the decision.  I could not hold out any longer and I let my gaze fall first to his legs. 

 

“Aw fuck!”

 

My reaction was instant and impossible to hold back.  When I got my first glance at Stack’s gargantuan thighs, I simply had to express my shock in the first way that came to my mind.  Their size was unfathomable.  I swear it looked like someone had taken two large kegs and covered them with skin.  To say his thighs ballooned out was an understatement.  I was surprised human skin could expand so much.  I couldn’t begin to count the thick long veins that stretched in every direction across his bulging legs.  They disappeared in deep crevices and pulsed with power everywhere.  It was clear his legs were relaxed but they appeared more tensed than a nun in a whorehouse.  I was sure that when he flexed his leg muscles I was going to hear noises like rubber stretching or metal scraping against metal.  I didn’t have any fetishes that involved me being a child, but the idea of riding on one of those muscled stallions turned me on in a big way.  I wanted to try and wrap my own legs around one of his monster thighs and hold on as he bounced my ass and balls up and down until I shot off so hard my cum hit the ceiling.  I would certainly be more exciting that a real bucking bronco. 

 

“Those two legs come with saddles?”

 

“No, but I guess I have gotten them pretty big, huh?”

 

“Big?  Hell, they aren’t big - they’re monstrous.  I’m surprised this entire dorm doesn’t shake when you take a few steps.  One of those trunks is wider than some pro bodybuilder’s backs.  You usually need a special license just to move things that big from place to place.”

 

“Well I’m certainly glad you’re not disappointed.”

 

“Disappointed?  Hell no.  I want to wrap my arms and legs around one of those things and go for a ride across campus – but I’m damn sure I’m not big enough to reach around such thickness.”

 

Just to tease me more, Stack tightened his leg muscles.  The bulkiness below his waist flared out even wider than before and suddenly his legs blocked the view of half the room behind him.  It was a true testament to what was possible in muscle growth.  Stack had created the true definition of thighs of steel.  I had a feeling that an arrow shot from a cross bow at close range would have simply bounced off his tensed thighs.  On second look I figured a speeding car would probably bounce off, as well.  The striations were not slight indentions – they were more like mini Grand Canyons.  I had never seen muscles bulge so much.  I found myself suddenly getting very dizzy.  I moved my gaze back up to his face to prevent myself from passing out.  I was amazed to find Stack staring at my body in the same lustful way, as I was his. 

 

“Your body is beautiful, Michael.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

I accepted the compliment and was amazed that I didn’t try to deflect it in any way – or turn the focus back to his enormous body.  I was, again, empowered by his honest desire for me.  I didn’t try to second-guess anything.  This was such a new and liberating feeling.  My blood seemed to pump more powerfully than ever before through my body and I began to view myself through the gaze of Stack.  I found much pride in my tanned face and thick golden brown hair.  I could feel the warmth of the room enveloping my tight body, my erect full man nubs, and especially my firm round ass.  Knowing my body gave this superman so much pleasure brought me unending joy and a self-assurance that made me feel incredibly potent and alive.  I could tell I was radiating a kind of confidence that was intoxicating to Stack.  He moved toward me and I took the opportunity to watch his massive thighs battle each other for space as he walked – shoving the heavy meat on the opposite side back and forth as he came forward.  He slid his big hands under my arms and I instantly realized his forefingers and thumbs probably met above my shoulder, but I didn’t have time to contemplate that thought for long.  Stack’s massive arms lifted me off the ground like I was as light as a towel.  As a matter of fact he slid my body against his own huge torso like he was trying to dry himself off or something.  It quickly dawned on me he really just wanted to feel my hot skin against his – and I certainly wanted the same thing.  When my face was even with his he pressed his lips against mine and this time his tongue ravaged my mouth like this was going to be the last kiss on earth.  I could feel the rigid log in his briefs pressing against my semen-charged balls, while the tip of my cock – which had snuck past the elastic band of my underwear – was smashed into his marble-like furry abdominals.  My dangling feet kicked slightly back and forth with scrunched up toes as Stack sucked on my tongue in the same expert way he had my finger earlier.  I was lost in his kiss, but mainly I was focused on the way his bushy mustache tickled my upper lip.  It was odd how something so easily grown by a testosterone-laden muscleman could cause such unbridled erotic joy in a lesser human.  His mustache turned me on as much as his muscles.  We kissed for an eternity and it never once entered my mind that I might ever become heavy to Stack – I knew instinctively it wasn’t possible.  He finally pushed my easily held body from his and our mouths popped when pulled apart. 

 

“Michael, I’ve got to let loose some of this built up super energy or I’m going to self combust.  This is all just too much for me to handle.”

 

“Then drop and give me a hundred push-ups, but let me ride for a little added weight and a lot of added fun.”

 

Stack moved so quickly that I almost didn’t know what was happening.  He gently placed me on the ground and then he dropped forward catching himself on the carpeted floor with his big arms.  He squeezed his immense back and I gasped when I saw it burst into unimaginable mounds of muscle.  His ass also tensed up within his underwear and I clearly saw those giant bodybuilder butt dimples that came with being able to control your body in ways that seemed inhuman.  The big guy was stock-still and I could tell he was waiting for me.  There, of course, was room for a small army to sit on his substantial torso and I hesitated briefly, trying to decide how I would ride the huge stallion. 

 

“Lay on top of me, buddy, and play with my nips as I crank these reps out for you.”

 

The giant man had turned his head to look up at me and he did not need to ask twice.  I climbed on top of him, noting that it felt like I was getting into a queen-sized bed.  I slid my body down his slightly, mainly because my arms could not have possibly reached around his wide back, thick lats, and huge pecs to latch onto his nipples, but also because I wanted to rest my hard cock between the two round globes of beef that was his ass.  I was able to reach around and up to his hard plugs from this angle.  My chin rested on the space between his two giant rhomboid muscles and both of my legs lay comfortably across one of his massive thighs.  Touching his body in this way made my cock start to twitch noticeably and the big man squeezed his glutes, just to tease my aching rod.  He was somehow able to tense his butt cheeks in a ripple effect, which, in turn, felt like heavy hands stroking my cock.  I pulled down hard on his nipples and moaned out loud at the same time.  He knew his ass manipulation was about to make my dick explode.

 

“Sorry, sorry.  I couldn’t help it.  Your cock just feels so right stuffed into my crack.  It’s a natural reaction for me to want to please you.”

 

“The only way to please me right now, big man, is to show me what those arms and this chest can do.  Let’s see a little less talk and a lot more action.  Pump out those push-ups!  Now!”

 

Part IV

 

Like I mentioned earlier, I’ve always been considered quite handsome.  I even did a little modeling in high school.  But true to human nature, I always dreamed of being something other than what I was.  The grass is always greener on the other side, right?  I wanted to be a huge muscleman, but I didn’t really have the right body or the drive to get big – I mean really big.  I was a well-built guy that attracted the gaze of both girls and guys, so that seemed to help me accept myself on some level.  There was, however, an ingrained lust for big musclemen and it dominated many of my dreams and fantasies.  The moment I felt Stack lower his huge body toward the ground and then crank out his first push-up with me laid out flat on his massive back my whole world turned upside down.  It really is wild to have one of your biggest desires in life come true in a matter of a few days.  I was holding on to two monster pecs as my cock was squeezed teasingly between powerful ass cheeks – and all as we started moving up and down, slowly and methodically.  The big man was now showing off, easily pumping out perfect reps with a decent sized guy on his back.  Somewhere in the back of my mind I counted each push-up even as I pulled hard on his man-plugs and tried to knead his stone-like chest with my hands. 

 

“Like the ride, Michael.”

 

My body purred in response.  It was a mixture of moaning and speaking, but it seemed to come from deep in my chest, crotch, and even from the tips of my toes.  I knew Stack could feel the vibration as my body shivered in pure delight.  We had already hit thirty reps and the brute wasn’t showing any signs of strain or even slowing down.  I could not – no matter how hard I tried – get my mind around how strong this beast must be.  He started shooting one hand out to the side as he went down, just to make my cock grow even harder between his cheeks, merely from the knowledge that he could easily do one-arm push-ups with my entire body on top of him. 

 

“What number are we on, sport?” 

 

“Fifty-two.”

 

I whispered my answer, mainly because I was too carried away by the feeling of his warm stone-hard back beneath my chest and the fact that my hands could no longer grab any meat off of his chest – it was simply too tight from the exercising.  I realized immediately that we were going to be here for a while.  Stack needed to work off some built-up sexual tension, caused – of course – by me.  His nipples were still erect and hard as small anvils.  I had a feeling his cock was the same, but the push-ups seemed to be helping a little.  I could tell his heartbeat was moving back to normal – even though he was pumping out numerous reps in the fashion most people breathed, easy and calm.  I squeezed his teats even harder when he hit eighty push-ups; his form still impeccable and he wasn’t sweating even a little. 

 

“I can tell by the super stiff rod pressing into my ass that Mr. Thomas is pleased with my work.”

 

“My cock reacts to muscle the same way Superman reacts to the sun.  The closer I am to it the stronger it gets.  And the thing’s never been so hard - let me tell you.  I think I could easily press through a wall of metal – that’s how stiff my pole feels right now.”

 

“Now that would be fun to watch.  You know just how to turn a big man on, Michael.”

 

“Right back at you, Stack.  Right back at you.”

 

At this point we were way beyond a hundred repetitions. The man was still breathing calmly and now held an arm out to the side for five push-ups in a row and then did the same with the other arm.  I was getting dizzy from the up and down motion, but mostly from his display of raw power.  My cock throbbed noticeably within Stack’s muscled bubbled ass.  He kept squeezing my stiffness – sometimes with so much strength that I would holler like some schoolboy being teased on the playground.  The huge man had more might in just his cheeks than I did in my entire body.  I was getting scared that my shaft was going to shoot a major load just from the workout his ass was giving to that part of me.

 

“You got to quit teasing my cock, big guy.  I am about to blast a wad and slather up your crack something good if you don’t watch it.”

 

“Okay, I’ll show some mercy, but just for now.  I can’t wait until I finally get the chance to make you empty your sweet juice all over me.  I want to see what you taste like.  I bet you’d like to see me covered in your cum, wouldn’t you?”

 

“You are an evil man, Mr. Stack.  By the way, we’ve gone beyond two hundred reps, maybe we should stop.  I’m a little light headed.  Has this . . . um . . . lessened the intensity of your impending combustion?”

 

“No sir, it’s only made it worse.  Feeling your hard dick in my ass crack has gotten me jacked up beyond belief.  I could crank out about five hundred more of these things before I even began to feel some relief.  How about some presses?  Here, let me turn over.”

 

Stack lowered his body down to the ground one more time and I rolled myself off of his huge frame.  I immediately missed the warmth and hardness of him.  I stood up beside him and watched him turn over.  Seeing his muscles from above was breathtaking.  I was kind of dancing around – like a puppy that needs to pee – because I knew what was coming.  I was going to lie across his hands and he was going to push my entire body up and down with just his beefy arms.  This was one of my deepest fantasies and I loved all the videos online that featured this act.  I was slightly leaning over as he situated himself.  He looked up at me and smiled at my excitement. 

 

“Well, are we a little happy about what’s to come or what, Mr. Michael?”

 

“You have no idea.”

 

“I think I’m getting a pretty good picture of what this is going to do for you, but I’ve got a surprise.  Turn around and sit on my right palm.”

 

My face immediately showed disappointment, but then the light went on in my head.  I turned around and watched as Stack flattened his right hand and lowered his arm so I could easily fall back and sit squarely on his giant paw.  My ass was just a little wider than his hand, but it was still quite comfortable.  I kind of let out a squeal of glee when he tightened his fingers and thumb around my butt meat, enabling me to feel completely safe in his grasp.  I didn’t need to hold on to anything.  Without any warning my body was pushed into the air by just one of his giant arms.  I could tell it was a simple act for him, like he was pushing a folded shirt up to a high shelf or something.  I weighted nothing to him.  Stack quickly got into a nice rhythm of pressing my body fully into the air and then lowering his arm until his elbow grazed the floor.  I wrapped my legs around his thick forearm.  Again, the man breathed and spoke normally, as he basically tossed my body around like it was some kind of small rubber ball.  After fifty reps with one hand he merely moved my body over his wide chest and switched hands – like it was no big deal to transfer a full-grown dude so easily.    

 

“This is helping a lot, Michael.  I can actually feel your weight a little when I use one hand.  It’s still pretty simple, but, at least, I know you are there.  It’s also the best win-win for both of us, because you love being lifted and I adore getting to feel your nice tight ass.”

 

“Next time I can put some weights in my lap, if it will help.”

 

“Yeah, that sounds good.  Can you hold a few forty pound plates on your legs, man?”

 

“Depends on how many.”

 

“Let’s say three or four.”

 

“Four would make the total weight over three hundred pounds!”

 

“You’re right.  What was I thinking?  Can you hold six in your lap?”

 

Stack started laughing and his arm shook a little.  It didn’t matter to me, though, because the beefy hand was clamping my ass in a way that made it clear I wasn’t going anywhere, even if he stood up and turned his palm upside down.  There are moments in your life when you feel completely satisfied and at peace – maybe it’s the first time you get embraced by someone you love, maybe it’s the first time you experience a night in a hot tub, maybe it’s the first time you feel the perfect warmth of expensive sheets and thick comforters on a cold night – well, being held by this big man in one hand was all of these feelings combined.  It was almost indescribable.  I could actually hear his biceps expand when he lowered my body and the sound of the enlarged muscle rubbing up against his giant forearm was sending me over the edge.  By this point, the strong man had lifted my body up and down over a hundred times in each hand.  This experience was better than any ride at any amusement park, but it was also the biggest turn on I had ever experienced in my entire life.  My cock was pressing into my stomach hard, its almost purple mushroom head sticking way past the elastic band of my briefs.  Stack actually started tossing my body into the air with one hand and then catching me easily in the palm of the other.  That’s what finally made me lose control.  I sputtered words quickly as I went over the orgasmic edge.

 

“I’m sorry Stack, I just can’t hold out any longer, man.  You’re just too much, man.  I gotta cum!  I’m going to explode.”

 

I could tell my words caught the big man off guard.  I think he was enjoying tossing my body around as much as I did.  My warning, however, made him spring into action immediately.  He brought his other hand up to my ass and rolled my body easily around in his big paws.  The enormous man then lowered me toward his face and nudged his nose into my stomach and then in a flash pushed the band of my underwear down beyond my balls.  Before my cock had even contracted inward in preparation of shooting harder than ever before, his warm mouth engulfed the head and then slid down my entire long shaft.  I could tell Stack opened his throat completely to take my entire geyser-like offering to his body and strength.  My cock plunged deeper into the opening at the back of his mouth from the force of my ejaculation and I screamed as if I were trying to pass something as big as a truck through my dick slit.  My body was as straight as a board and Stack easily held me in place, with just his two hands.  The giant beneath me moaned loudly as a mouthful jism shot into his throat.  I could tell he was impressed with the size of my first wad explosion and then all hell broke loose.  I started bucking in his strong grip and that forced my rod to thrust in and out of his deep throat, which, in turn, sent me into even deeper euphoria.  The mixture of feelings from his strong hands, his warm mouth, and his tight throat around my fat dick head sent me into some other pleasure universe.

 

“Aw fuck, yeah!”

 

Stacks words were muffled because my cock was still emptying what seemed like the entire insides of my body deep into his throat.  I could tell he was as stimulated by the experience as I was and that’s when I felt his giant arms begin to tremble beneath me.  At first I had no idea what was happening, but then it became clear that his big body was bucking on the floor as hard as mine – maybe even more.  He held on to me tightly and I continued to pound his throat hard, but Stack was shooting a powerful load of his juice at the same time.  I had simply sent the big man beyond his control point, as well.  He easily held my body in the air as his crotch pushed up off the floor from the force of his orgasm.  Stack had to stop sucking for the duration of his ejaculation, but left my cock plunged in his throat as he cried out in ecstasy.  I could tell by the way our bodies scooted a few feet across the floor that his cum explosion had registered higher on the Richter scale than a small earthquake.  We were both experiencing lust that was much more intense than we thought was possible.  As soon as my cock had pelted the last squirt of juice it had churned slowly over the last twenty-four hours from fantasies of Stack, my stiff body collapsed and my chest fell to the floor above his head while my legs fell on his muscled torso.  The giant still held my body so my cock stayed nestled in his warm mouth.  He had resumed sucking on my meat gently, obviously loving the taste of me.  I was breathing so hard it seemed like I was having an asthma attack.  The mixture of soothing sounds coming out of Stack’s mouth – slurping and moaning – helped to slow my heart rate down.  Finally, the big man pulled my body downward, allowing my still-hard cock to pop out of his tight throat.  He pulled my briefs back up with his teeth and then he licked my stomach and chest as it passed across his face. Stack latched his lips on to mine when they were finally even with each other.  My smaller frame molded into his massive upper body and one of his huge arms wrapped around my back, securing me in what felt like a blanket of muscle.  We stayed lip-locked for a few minutes, just enjoying the warm wet softness of each other’s mouth.  The bristles of his mustache made my body ache for some unknown pleasure, but I knew, instinctively, it involved his face buried in my ass.  Stack finally spoke, but he kept his lips on mine.

 

“That was the sweetest tasting stuff I’ve ever swallowed.  I think that’s the only dessert I’ll ever need for the rest of my life.  There certainly was enough for a giant boy like me, too.  Have you been saving yourself for big Stack, Mr. Michael?”

 

“You know it, but the combination of your lifting me up in the air so easily and that powerful mouth of yours also made my body produce about a gallon of juice just in the last thirty minutes.  I’m like a cum making machine and your body is the only switch that can get me going at some unimaginable super speed.  It’s almost as if I know your body needs a hell of a lot more protein than normal people.  My cock merely wants to please its muscle master.”

 

“Damn, boy, you know just how to get me rock hard again – even after I’ve blasted off harder than ever in my life and my body is craving some much needed rest.”

 

I could feel his throbbing piece of thick meat stiffening against my thigh.  It actually felt like a normal guy’s arm was pressing into me.  My own worn out cock started to stir again, confused because it desperately needed more time to recover, but it couldn’t be near all this hard muscle and not react.  I started grinding my crotch into Stack’s lower abdominals, allowing my thigh to rub up and down Stack’s hardening rod.  The man started to purr softly and shivers were sent through my body because I could feel the sound reverberating through his enormous chest.  Within seconds we were both fully erect again.   

 

“Shit, I believe you are going to be the first person to ever wear me out, Thomas-man.  It’s like you should win a gold medal for cock teasing or something.”

 

“Maybe you don’t have an Achilles heel, Stack, but your cock is actually your weakness.  It’s the way this little David can bring down the big Goliath.  I’ll control you by your thick stick!”

 

“I bet you don’t find my cock weak when it’s pounding your ass in a little while.  There’s not a vulnerable part to this big body, Michael, but there is a defenseless spot in my heart when it comes to you.  I haven’t ever felt something this powerful and this quick.  I’m serious.  It’s a little frightening, you know.  I have this urge to squeeze you so hard that you become one with my body.  It’s taking a lot of stamina not to bear-hug the life out of you.”

 

“Well as nice as that sounds, I’m glad you’re controlling that impulse – seeing how you could probably manipulate my body easily like a tube of toothpaste and force all of my insides out with just a slight cuddle.  Hell, it already felt like you sucked everything in me out of my cock earlier.  I have a feeling I lost five pounds down your throat.”

 

The big arm around my body crushed me teasingly as Stack laughed out loud.  I loved saying things that made him chuckle – it was like I attained some goal or crested a mountaintop.  I had never desired to please someone as much as I did this big man.  The feelings were all so new, but they felt so right.

 

“Let’s not go overboard there, mister.  I’m big, but I’m not Superman or anything.  Besides, I wouldn’t hurt you for anything in the world.  I just want to do things that make you stay hard all the time.  If I can make you cum again as hard as you did a few minutes ago, it will be the greatest gift I’ve ever received.  Making you horny gets me going in a way that I’ve never experienced before.  I don’t understand it, but I certainly like the way it makes me feel.  It’s like I desperately need your affirmation and the best way to get it is by making your cock spew.  Does that make sense at all?”

 

I pressed my lips into his to give him his answer, but also to shut him up.  My dick was ready to erupt again and I had a feeling any more of this conversation was going to make me explode without even touching myself.  Stack’s body shook as he laughed at my actions.  He knew exactly what I was doing and I got the feeling he was thankful, as well, since his body seemed poised for eruption, too. 

 

 

Part V

 

There’s that old saying about kissing a lot of toads before you find your prince, well I had kissed a lot of princes in my life, but nothing could have prepared me for the intense toe curling lip lock with the muscle king who had just sucked me completely dry.  The huge arm that was wrapped around my upper torso was pulling me so tight it was causing all of the air inside to be forced out of my mouth – I was stunned by how Stack even kind of controlled my half of our kiss.  I was like his squeezebox and he could determine how much lungpower I could give to our intimate exchange.  The guy’s tongue began to massage every nook and cranny in my warm mouth and a feeling of surrender shot through me just because of the guy’s natural dominating abilities.  I still couldn’t get over how unbelievably massive and sexy this senior classman was – even though I had been with him for a while now.  It also thrilled me beyond belief to realize he was turned on as much as me.  Without any warming, Stack pulled his face from mine and let it fall back on the floor with a loud dramatic sigh.

 

“Damn, man, we’ve got to take a break or I’m going to need to destroy something big just so I don’t ravage your body uncontrollably.”

 

“Ravage away, sir.”

 

“No, Michael, I mean it.  I haven’t ever felt this way.  What is it about you that drives me so fucking wild?”

 

“My winning personality.”

 

“Is that a code name for a tight ass and a fucking unbelievable face?  Cause that’s what’s making me so out of control.”

 

“I think I’d love to see you really out of control.  I bet you can create some serious damage.  Just thinking about it makes me bone up even more”

 

I had begun to run my finger slowly over his mustache again, knowing with each caress his cock would harden that much more.  He closed his eyes and let out a gurgling sound as he licked his lips, making sure to get a taste of my finger.  It was like he was a huge lion and I had found a way to calm the beast by petting this part of his body.  I brought my face closer to his, kissed him softly, and then caught some of the hair on his upper lip between my teeth and pulled on it.  At the same time I reached up and latched my right hand onto his left nipple, twisting and pulling hard.  Stack’s back came up off the floor as he arched with pleasure, a loud moan sounding through the room.  My body rose, too – easily forced up by the man’s enormous frame beneath me. 

 

“You’re the devil, Mr. Thomas.  Just when I get my heartbeat back to something close to normal you have to crank my body back into overdrive, don’t you!”

 

The big man whispered through gritted teeth – mainly because he was again having trouble controlling his body and his breathing.  I had easily found two ways to please the giant this early in our relationship – abusing the hard tough plugs on his chest and teasing his ‘stache.  I was again seeing how perfectly matched we were – just as he had said earlier.  He needed someone to fully appreciate all the hard work he had done – shaping his body, as well as the hair on his face.  He wanted the unpretentious admiration of a man who really understood what muscle men liked and deserved.  It was clear Stack had realized instantly I was the perfect man for the job.  I’m pretty sure he understood my potential even while we stood in the university bookstore – at our first meeting.  I’ve heard people talk about “gay-dar,” but I think this was more like “muscle appreciation-dar.”  Stack craved me because I easily equaled his lust for muscle.  He needed a partner to share in his desire and need to be huge – surely for inspiration, but also for loving affirmation as he reached new heights; surpassing what others thought was impossible.  He also yearned to reward such a dedicated worshipper and I was beginning to understand it was part of the process – giving back to the guy that inspired the growth.  I was happy to oblige the colossal man.  I knew I had the ‘right stuff’ to help Stack reach even more massiveness than he could imagine.  After the initial wave of uncontrollable lust for what I was doing to his nips and mustache, Stack’s body fell back down to the floor with a loud thud.  It was like riding a bunking bronco in slow motion. 

 

“Your mustache tastes good, big boy - like what a man should taste like.  Salty and sweet - it must be your sweat mixed in with your muscle body’s natural flavor.  And by the growing mound I feel down below it looks like I’m not the only one that needs a break, dude.”

 

“Shit, Michael, I’m so fucking crazy right now that I can’t think straight – I’m pretty sure all your taunting is causing me to go slowly insane.  I’ve never been so completely under someone’s spell.  It’s like you’re some kind of addictive drug and I can’t get enough – I’ll never get enough.”

 

“Well, don’t plan on going to rehab Stack, I like you this way.”

 

“Around you, I don’t think I could be any other way.  Studies show that I’m at my prime right now – a college stud able to easily pack on pounds of muscle and churning out more of my thick cum than any other time in my life.  I have a feeling you may be the impetus for both of those things going way beyond my wildest fantasies.  Being around you, Mr. Thomas; makes me want to grow to some freakish size and blast copious amounts of my juice at the same time.  I can’t stop fantasizing about you sitting on my hard cock as I lay across a bench and press enough weight to equal an SUV.  I’m sure that as I unload a geyser into your ass I’ll be able to crank out enough reps to blow up my chest into the size of small mountains.  You could then think of my pecs as a playground for your little body, buddy.  Shit, it’s great to be a fucking horny college stud and have someone like you to motivate me!  This kind of talk gets me as excited as when I lift something really heavy.”

 

“Right now, I believe you’re so horned up that a slight breeze could cause you to explode.”

 

“Please don’t say ‘horned up,’ it’s just too overpowering coming from your perfect sexy mouth.”

 

“Horned . . . up.  Horned . . . up.  Horned . . . up.”

 

“I think someone needs to be punished for disobeying orders.”

 

“And does Mr. Stack think he’s big enough to do the punishing?”

 

“This man is not only big enough, but right now he’s feeling powerful enough to punish an entire battalion of men without any problem.  Care for me to give that beautiful ass of yours a pounding, Mr. Thomas?”

 

“As incredible as that sounds, Stack, I’d really like to see you show off a little more.  That is, if you don’t mind.”

 

“If you kiss me again, handsome, I’ll bring this entire dorm down without any problem.”

 

“Let’s not get into trouble with the law or draw too much attention just yet, big guy.  I want you to myself right now.  I’m not into sharing big things.  There’s plenty of time to unleash your massiveness on the unsuspecting public later on.”

 

“I see Mr. Thomas is a greedy little bastard, but he doesn’t have to worry – I only have eyes and muscles for you, man.  Only for you.”

 

Stack brought his big hand up behind my head, his thumb touching one ear and his pinkie touching the other – it was a feeling that made me suck in air.  He then pulled my face into his; purposefully rubbing his mustache across my lips a few time to make me purr with delight.  Again, his muscled tongue pried my lips and teeth apart and darted down my throat, making sure to caress all parts of my mouth in a manly and forceful way.  I marveled at how powerful his tongue was and got shivers across my body when I realized his cock was going to be even stronger and much bigger.  I was now lying fully on top of him and we were grinding our heated crotches into each other with a savagery that seemed almost inhuman.  My hands went everywhere – one moment they were holding on to his chiseled cheeks, the next moment they were latching on to the guy’s protruding nipples, and then they made their way to his massive biceps, which he would flex to give my body an adrenaline rush that was almost too overwhelming.  Stack’s hands, in between flexes, were groping my ass with enough strength that it caused some glorious, cock-stirring pain – but the feeling was somehow so enjoyable that I craved even more.  Grunts and the sounds of heavy kissing filled the room so loudly that I was sure my neighbor in the next room thought I was watching porn with the volume turned all the way up.  Not missing a beat in my adoration of his body or in our mutual face sucking, I started propelling us closer to eruption with some intentionally muscle related questions.  I staggered them between kisses. 

 

“What’s . . . the heaviest . . . thing . . . you . . . uh . . . you ever . . . lifted?”

 

“One handed or two?”

 

“One.”

 

“Back of a . . . Jeep Grand Cherokee . . . weighs . . . mmm . . . about 4,800 llbs.”

 

“Aw fuck that’s . . . so hot.  Best strength feat when you were younger?”

 

“There were a few . . . mmm, even your tongue is getting harder from all this talk . . . in junior high I held three hardbound encyclopedias in my hands and ripped them in two.  Made two of my friends so excited they shot for the first time.  Shit, it’s hot now knowing I forced those guys into early puberty.  My father was so fucking mad about the books, since I kind of used some of the thickest ones.  Another time, in high school, I pressed a bench overhead a bunch of times while four of my friends sat on it.  Got one lift out with six guys on it.”

 

I pressed my lips into his with additional force, trying to connect our bodies even more, but also intending to stop the conversation I had initiated.  Just thinking of Stack as a junior high kid ripping huge books apart and later lifting some of his buddies during gym class in high school was enough to make me have a heart attack, not to mention spew a heavy load of man milk from my throbbing cock.  I could feel cum boiling so hot in my balls that I knew I had to cease all crotch thrusting to prevent a tsunami-sized release.  I froze all motion of my body, but kept my lips planted on Stack’s mouth.  It was clear he had no intention of stopping the conversation, although he did refrain from continuing to jack his lower body up against mine.  Stack spoke from the corner of his mouth, so our lips could stay together and he continued to push his mustache into my upper lip.   

 

“In the ninth grade I grew larger than my father – about two inches taller and outweighing him by almost fifty pounds.  I used to come up behind him, grab him at the waist, and lift him up into the air.  He’d flail his legs wildly and yell at me, but I could tell he was actually really proud of my growth.  I caught him boasting about me to his friends all the time – even encouraging some of them to see if they could beat me at arm wrestling.  It was a wild feeling – to slowly force a grown man’s arm down to the table – when I was just in 9th grade – and watching the guys having to adjust their hardened cocks after I easily beat them.  My parents wouldn’t let me play high school football because I was too big.  Only in college could I join the team, since the guys were all much larger.  I walked onto the field the first day of tryouts my freshman year here and the coach’s jaw fell open almost to the ground.  When I told him I had never played before he warned me that probably there wouldn’t be a spot on the team for me – since he needed experienced players.  But when I easily plowed through six other players to lead the quarterback into the end zone, the guy made me a starting linbacker on the spot.  I’ve played every position possible, but it’s the ones where I get to shove my big body into other large men that makes me happiest.”

 

I could actually feel the man’s nipples getting harder as he spoke.  They pushed into my smaller frame and felt like someone was poking me with a big finger.  All this talking about himself was obviously getting Stack turned on even more.  I wasn’t sure how long my cock was going to be able to hold out, but I didn’t care.  I wanted to urge this behemoth’s jog down memory lane on for his sake, as well as mine.  I wanted to test a little theory that had popped into my head just minutes before – I now believed Stack had reached a point in his life where his size and strength were just taken for granted.  He had been huge and powerful for so long that he was trying to figure out how to live out his own version of “happily ever after.”  It was a wild concept to grasp – trying to imagine what big studs did after finally reaching their goal size and becoming as powerful as they had always dreamed.  It made sense that two things naturally happened – they started setting the bar higher, deciding to crave more size and strength even though they had already met their fantasies and then they also looked for men who could equal their intense lust for all things that come with large muscles.  This way, they could start seeing themselves with fresh eyes.  Stack desired me so much not only because I was the kind of guy he desired physically, but I also helped him to see his body as I viewed it – I reminded him of how fucking huge and mighty he had become.  He realized that I would never tire of his stories about strength, not to mention his actual displays of brawn, and that meant he could begin to re-live them again, as well.  I helped to keep Stack’s desire to grow larger alive in his heart by my lust and my appreciation for his enormous body.  In short, I fueled his desire to keep getting bigger.  A flood of awareness of and deeper appreciation for the man was released into my body.  I was going to be the flame that continued to ignite Stack’s fire for a long, long time. 

 

“More stories, big man.  Make me cum just by sharing tales from your younger years.”

 

“Aw fuck, Michael, that would be so incredibly hot to have you gush without touching yourself in any way.”

 

“You’re almost there, dude, you’re almost there.  Now finish me off.”

 

“Okay, okay.  Let me see . . . after freshman year in high school I invited five of my best friends to my house for a sleepover on my birthday.  My best friend, David, decided the theme of the party was going to be ‘testing the limits of Stack’s strength.’  I knew David had a thing for me, but I also knew he would never admit it.  My family had about seven acres and we were camping out on the back part of our land – far away from the house.  It was summer, so I was wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off and some cut off blue jean shorts.  The other guys were dressed similarly, but no one filled out their shirt and shorts like me.  They were pretty big guys, all on the football team, but I was still bigger than any two of them put together and I was confident that I was stronger than all five guys at one time.  It was late afternoon and I could see that David’s fat cock was already hard as hell as he announced the competitions would begin.  It seemed that the five guys had gotten together and come up with a list of tasks for me to perform – they called them the ‘twelve labors of Stack’ in honor of Hercules.  We had studied Greek Mythology that year.  I was pretty embarrassed by all the attention, but my desire to show off overpowered my self-consciousness.”

 

“You are making all of this up, aren’t you – just to excite me more.”

 

“No, Michael, it’s all true.  I promise.  The tests started pretty tame.  They had drug out an old weight set with them and they loaded it down with all the plates they had and made me lift it.  I remember it being very light, but no one else was able to lift it overhead like I did.  I think two of them were able to lift it in the air when they did it together, but I could press it up and down many times with not help.  Next came arm wrestling, something I had come to love.  I defeated every guy with both of my arms and then started taking them on at the same time – one guy challenging my right arm at the same time someone took on my left.  I really got excited when I easily beat two of them challenging one of my arms as a team.  It was hard, but they did finally defeat my left arm when three of them were allowed to take me on together.  I can’t remember all of the tasks, but we did end up wrestling at one point – the five of them against me.  The goal was for them to just knock me to the ground.  At one point I had three of them hanging onto my upper body and the other two decided to run up and knock my legs out from under me.  Right when the two guys dove at my calves, intending to send me flying to the ground I jumped into the air – yep, even with the three guys hanging onto me – and the two guys went sliding on the ground past me.  I landed on my feet with a thud and the impact sent the three other dudes falling to the ground.  There I was standing tall while all five of them lay on the ground.  It was such a thrilling moment for me.  I reached down and grabbed two of them by their belts and started lifting their bodies up and down, finally tossing them onto the other guys to create one big heap.  That’s when I noticed a big wet stain at the crotch of David’s shorts and knowing my feats of strength had caused him to shoot what looked like a bucket full of cum made my body lose control. I started ejaculating uncontrollably.   Seeing my pumped up body jacking wildly sent the other four guys into their own muscle induced orgasms.  It was a turning point in the sleepover.  Let’s just say that was the first time I learned about the thrill of muscle worship and the enjoyment I could give other guys.  I had certainly felt my own muscles to give me much needed release, but feeling five guys run their hands all over my body and seeing the lust in their eyes was the greatest moment of my life up to that point.  Later, as we all stood there in the woods totally nude and I flexed for them – causing them to come numerous more times – I fully accepted my destiny as a huge muscleman.”

 

“Damn, I wish I could have been there, Stack.”

 

“That would have been cool, Michael, but now you have the bigger and stronger version of that young man all to yourself.  And we can think of some labors for this big Hercules any time you want – don’t you worry  Anything to make you happy.”

 

“I’m so close, Stack.  All this talk is taking me so close to the edge.”

 

“Then let’s finish you off, shall we, Mr. Thomas.  I’ve been saving the best for this moment. My senior year in high school one of my best friends, Tanya, was dating an asshole named Dustin who didn’t treat her very well.  Dustin was a big dude, but nowhere near my size – I had grown a lot more by this point. He also didn’t lift weights at all, so he had no body strength.  One day, towards the end of final period, I found out that the jerk had punched Tanya in the face during a fight at lunch.  I got myself excused from class, pretty easy since Senor Hawley, my dweeby Spanish teacher, was scared shitless of my size.  I went and found Tanya to see what had happened, but the swelling around her right cheek was all I needed.  I always remember that she didn’t try to stop me when she saw how angry I became before stomping away.  I’m pretty sure she wanted me to do some serious damage to Justin.  Anyway, I started tormenting the guy by first going to his locker and punching in the door with one quick thrust of my fist.  It looked like someone had taken a sledgehammer to the thing.  I hit it so hard that the bolt of the combination lock ripped apart and fell to the ground.  It would have been cool to wait around and see the look on his face when he got there, but I had other plans.  Someone told me later that Justin actually pissed on himself when he walked up to his locker.  I can’t lie, causing that much fear in that particular asshole kind of turned me on.  I don’t usually like to make anyone scared, but I felt he deserved it.”

 

“A good thing for me to note.”

 

Stack looked at my face and smiled.  He had his huge hands behind his head and that caused his arms to be bent and his biceps were bulging.  He made them bounce up and down just to taunt me.  He then lifted his head forward and kissed me on the lips.  I kissed him back and felt his cock twitching with excitement.  I knew I could kiss the guy for hours and not get tired, but my desire to hear more of the story was much stronger at that moment.

 

“I would never hurt you, Michael.  Please know that.  And now back to the story.  Well, I moved from the locker to the parking lot outside.  I knew Justin’s brown Camaro and decided it would be nice to have a little fun with it – everyone knew it was his pride and joy.  Every day he parked the thing diagonally across two spaces, even though it was against school rules.  I was alone in the parking lot and I knew I had about forty minutes before the final bell.  I walked around the car trying to decide what I wanted to do.  I finally landed on the idea that I could trade a bunch of punches – to his locker and his car – for the one and only punch he was ever going to give anyone at our school.  I took off my letterman jacked and wrapped it around one of my fist.  I went to the driver side and with a light punch I easily busted out the window.  I went around to the passenger side and repeated the damage.”

 

“Fuck me, Stack, I am so close and I’m not doing a damn thing to my cock.”

 

“Hold out buddy, while I finish the story.  Anyway, I became really jacked by how easy it had been to destroy part of his car that I kind of lost control.  I reached down and unlocked the passenger door, opening it wide.  I bent down and placed my big right palm up against the inside of the door and continued to push it open, until the thick curved bar holding the thing to the rest of the car basically snapped in two.  The door flew into the front side of the car and then fell to the ground.  I looked down and saw that my efforts had actually caused my right biceps to rip through the sleeve of my polo.  My arm now looked so massive and it had felt like nothing to fuck up the door that way, I was so stoked that it barely registered I was using so much power.  I went to the driver side door and decided to try something different this time.  I brushed away broken glass and then grabbed the shut door with both hands.   I looked at my bulging gun, now totally freed from my short sleeved shirt and again marveled at how huge it was – and then I jerked both hands toward my body at the same time and the locked door was ripped from its frame with one loud screech.  My body was on fire with adrenaline.  I lifted the easily demolished piece of metal over my head and then slammed it down into the top of the Camaro, causing the entire left side of the roof to cave in.  I released the door and it stayed standing up, wedged into other dented piece of metal.”

 

“I’m sorry Stack, I can’t take any more.  Here comes the tidal wave!”

 

“I’m right there with you, man!”

 

As soon as I began to spew my giant load of cum, I could feel Stack’s cock twitching uncontrollably and his warm juice shot out, as well - mixing with mine.  Both of our bodies were rigid from the intense explosions and we cried out like we were in pain, but it was, again, one of the most enjoyable orgasms I had ever experienced.  As I ejaculated I suddenly realized that Stack’s storytelling had brought him to the point of no return just as it had me.  It was clear we were destined for an intertwined life of mutual muscle lust forever.  I allowed my semen to squirt all over the big man’s torso, even as I felt his warm liquid spurting up even higher between us – obviously because it had much more muscle power behind it.  I let my body melt into the large man that carried all of that strength, knowing a bond that could never be broken now tied me to him.  I could feel the excitement pulsing through his body as he realized the same thing.      

 

Part VI

 

The post cum-eruption rest was just as blissful as the moments leading up to my synchronized orgasm with Stack.  Hearing so many strength stories from the big man’s past and groping all of his hard muscles as he sucked me off was just too much for my body to take – as well as his.  Stack’s huge arms were wrapped around me and our legs were intertwined – my little twigs among his redwoods.  The heat radiating off his body was causing me to drift in and out of a sleepy haze.  I could feel the college jock’s heart beating intensely – even through his massively thick chest, as he kept brushing the hard bristles of his mustache across the back of my neck and below my ear.  I had just ejaculated what seemed like every drop of liquid in y body, but my cock stayed rock hard because of the giant stone-like muscles surrounding me and his expert ‘stache massage. 

 

“Did big Stack make you happy, Michael?”

 

“Doesn’t the river of cum drying all over your beautiful huge chest answer that question, my big man?”

 

“Yeah, but I like hearing you say it.”

 

“I have never been happier on any day in my entire life and I doubt I’ll ever be this happy again.”

 

“Oh, I think you will Michael.  Just wait until you see all the things I have planned for you.  I’m going to make so many of your muscle dreams come true that your dick will be perpetually raw from constantly beating off.  Your gorgeous face and body turn my crank so hard that I won’t ever get tired of showing off for you.  This big man is going to grow fucking huge because of all the adrenaline you cause to explode inside of him – and all this will happen just from being around you.  Shit, I’m as hard as hell again.  See, you make me churn out juice like a cum machine on turned up to overdrive.”

 

“You’ve got to shut up, dude, or I’m going to have a heart attack when my dick starts trying to spew again and ending up only able to dry heave painfully.  I’m like some raw nerve exposed to the elements and your chit-chat is going to set me off.”

 

“My big muscles and muscle talk is like some kind of addictive drug for you, aren’t they, Mr. Thomas.”

 

“Yes!  Now shut up and kiss me, superman, before I have an overdose.”

 

“I like the sound of that.  You want me to be your superman, Michael.  You just request it and it’s done.  But the only kryptonite that’s going to make me weak will be discouraging words from you.  There’s not anything that’s going to get through this superman to you unless you ask for it.  You can count on that, man.  I’d battle the world for you – and you know I’d win.”

 

I plastered my mouth on to his to get him to be quiet.  My dick had started jerking wildly in an attempt to cough up some more cum, but the big man had already caused me to unload everything I had.  The best my cock could do was to twitch dryly like a robotic dancer.  I needed him to shut up so my body would have a few minutes to recover and hopefully rejuvenate a little.  Stack’s mouth was one of the most incredible feelings I had ever experienced – warm, wet, masterful, and the mustache only added to the pleasure.  It was clear this man had developed his oral abilities as much as he had developed his body.  As we kissed hard I found my hands wandering back down to his giant biceps, which he quickly started to pump just to give me a thrill.  Stack knew perfectly what to do to excite me on multiple levels.  His tongue probed my mouth like a pro, feeling his flexed arms made my body tingle all over and the big man grinded his hard cock into mine in a way that made it clear he was definitely ready to go to town again.  I, however, still needed time to recover.  I pulled my mouth from his.

 

“Remember, Superman, your Jimmy Olsen isn’t a superhero like you.  He needs a lot more time and rest before he can shoot off again like some kind of pornographic roman candle.  You may be able to rip apart a tank and then go right into twenty-four hours of sex, but normal men aren’t built that way.”

 

“Ummmm, fucking you for twenty-four hours sounds so good.  Getting fucked by you for twenty-four hours straight sounds even better.  What about it sailor, you want to plug my ass with that hard pole?”

 

“Right now my pole just wants a little rest, admiral.  You and your huge muscles have plum tuckered the thing out!”

 

“Well then let’s get cleaned up and go out.  I’d love to show you off!”

 

“You, the massive college jock that looks like he was carved out of the most expensive marble ever created – the one that can lift the back of a Cherokee with one hand – and the one with more muscles than all the guys in my geeky classes put together – wants to show me off?  Where’s the hidden camera, Stack, cause this must be the moment when someone comes out and says I’ve been punked.”

 

“Nope, dude, you’re hotter than any other guy on campus and, besides that, you can throw down head to toe with me when it comes to muscle lust, so that makes you the best thing to happen to me since my arms blasted beyond twenty-five inches my junior year in high school.  When I’m around you we might have to use some heavy-duty duct tape to fasten my big cock against my hard abs so I don’t poke holes in doors, people, or heavy machinery, since I’m probably going to be at full mast the entire time.  Even the bristles of my ‘stache are shooting harder because you turn me on so much.  Come on, Mr. Thomas, I’m going to make sure everyone on this campus and beyond knows that you are mine and mine alone.   If anyone even bumps into you the wrong way they’re going to be twisted so tight by my bare hands it’s going to take a team of ten men to untie their limbs.  Shit, just the visual of me wrapping some guy’s body into a knotted mess gets me hard, but doing it all just to show off for you makes me fucking harder than I’ve ever been before.”

 

“But what if some of your friends don’t like me, Stack?  What are you going to do – bend their body into a ball of jumbled limbs?  I don’t think so.”

 

“Everyone’s going to love you, Michael.  I promise.  You’re the most powerful man on campus now, because you’ll have the strongest guy in town standing right behind you.  If someone doesn’t like you they’re not going to say a word because they know they’ll have to answer to me.  And trust me, Mr. Thomas; no one has fucked with me since that doctor spanked me right after I was born.  I punched back, by the way, and he went flying across the room.  Let’s take a shower.  I want to soap up that gorgeous body of yours so much that I’m about to shoot off again right here and now.”

 

Stack’s cock was actually twitching and the slit was gaping open like a fish’s mouth out of water.  A big gob of healthy pre-cum oozed out and the big man dipped his finger into it and then streaked the think juice across the hair above his upper lip.  It looked like Stack now had a hairy milk-mustache – bristles poking through the whiteness of his powerful cum.

 

“Looks like I need someone to clean my fur, boy.  You up for the job?”

 

“Very ready and very able, sir.”

 

I leaned into the huge man and pressed my lips against his thick mustache, sucking in between my lips.  Immediately my mouth was full of the sweet and salty taste of Stack’s man-milk.  It felt like I tasted the actual nectar of life.  I ran my tongue up and down his manly hard bristles and gathered every delectable molecule of the hot lava that had gurgled up from his throbbing cock.  I then pressed my lips into his firmly and let my tongue share some of the saltiness that remained with his taste buds, causing the big man to purr loudly.  I also reached up and pinched his protruding nipples with all of my strength – knowing that most people would certainly feel pain, but all Stack felt was pleasure.  I could have chewed on those nubs with all my might using my sturdy molars and it would have done nothing but turned the college’s stud crank to an even higher level of delight.  I could have played with the man’s body for a week non-stop and not even care about resting, but I also knew how much fun it would be to go out on the town with such a gorgeous man.  I pushed my body away from Stack’s and looked into his eyes, which were full of desire.

 

“Care to take a shower, Mr. Stack?”

 

“Yes, but not with you, Mr. Thomas.  I’m afraid that would lead to things we aren’t ready for at this moment.  I’m going to head back to my place so I can get a new shirt – something seems to have happened to the one I wore over here.”

 

“I don’t think I can manage not being wrapped up in your arms for more than a few minutes, sir.”

 

“Ah, that’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me since the last nice thing you said a few minutes ago.  You could definitely become a habit with me, Mr. Thomas.  I’ll make sure I bring my toothbrush and my barbells with me when I return – so I can stay for a few days.  I won’t need any clothes if you don’t mind going out to get food when I’m working out.  That way we can stay wrapped up tightly for seventy-two hours straight.  How does that sound?”

 

“So heavenly that I’m not so sure I want to go out now.”

 

“Well, you said your cock had to have some much-needed rest and I could use a few mugs off beer – the food of the muscle gods.  I know a hot little bar in town – a place where we can get into trouble.”

 

“Well, then go ahead and go, sir, but hurry back.  I’ll miss you very much.”

 

“How about I show off a little to give you something to keep you hard as you shower?”

 

“That sounds like a good plan, Stack.”

 

Without any warning, Stack jumped up off the floor and then grabbed my body and basically tossed me into the air.  He carried me above his head and then stepped up on my bed.  This made him tall enough to press my body against the ceiling of the dorm room.  He took one hand away, but kept me shoved against the plaster above with one hand against my stomach.  I looked down at his beautiful face and he flexed his other arm, making sure the biceps was right under my face.  The tip of my growing cock pressed against his hand and this made the big man smile.  Again, without any warning, Stack dropped his hand and jumped off the bed at the same time.  My body fell the seven or eight feet to the mattress and bounced wildly.  I turned my head and watched Stack put on his jacket, blow me a kiss, and then leave my room.  I lay on the bed for a few minutes of rest and to daydream about my new huge boyfriend.  I had a feeling Stack was having the same kind of thoughts about me as he ran to his own dorm.  I knew he wanted to get back as quickly as I wanted him to return.  And sure enough, by the time I was stepping out of the shower, a newly refreshed Stack was coming into my room – wearing a obscenely tight t-shirt.  I quickly dressed, choosing an outfit that highlighted my eyes and my ass.  Stack whistled in approval and then stood beside me.  He gave me a deep, masculine kiss and then pulled away – obviously fearful of what our embrace might lead to. 

 

“Let’s go have some fun, Mr. Thomas.”

 

“Lead the way, sir.”

 

Soon, we were standing at the bar of one of Stack’s favorite watering holes drinking two beers.  I could tell my boyfriend was starting to get a little tired of looking down at me. 

Stack lifted what to him was my almost weightless body and sat me on the edge of the bar’s smooth top.  He then wedged his muscular but unbelievably thin waist between my legs, leaning into me with a ferociousness that was almost frightening.  The big man needed a kiss and he needed it right then.  I found my mouth invaded savagely by his tongue and felt his sturdy lips pressing into me hard.  It was definitely the kiss of a big man and a powerful big man, at that.  My toes curled up in my tennis shoes and I felt my cock pushing into his crotch with enough force that he could feel it even through both my pants and his.  I knew that Stack’s own huge pole was equally as stiff and he pressed it up against the lip of the heavy oak bar – I actually heard the wood creaking in submission to his powerful thrusting.  At the same time Stacks’ beefy, muscled arms enveloped my smaller frame tightly and it felt like a blanket of skin covered stone.  I had tasted and felt many parts of the man by this point, but I was still shocked at how his warm, wet mouth made me giddy with excitement and at how the wall of muscle surrounding me caused me to shoot close to ejaculation so quickly.  We stayed lip-locked for a while and then Stack suddenly pulled back and let out a loud rebel-like yell.

 

“Shit, Mr. Thomas, there’s nothing in the world that feels better than a kiss from you.  I feel like I could rip a massive chunk out of this bar just from the strength you cause to well up in me from just one kiss.  My cock is also about to start splintering the front of this big wooden bar like it was made of toothpicks.”

 

“Um, Stack, we have some visitors.”

 

There was a group of five guys standing in a semi circle behind the big man.  When I revealed the information about our little welcome party a devilish smile crept across my big boyfriend’s face.  I realized instantly that Stack had chosen this bar on purpose and had purposely given me a deep throat kiss just to draw attention.  The guy turned around slowly and draped his bulging arms over my legs, letting his back lean into my chest – so my head could rest on his shoulder.  I sensed immediately that Stack was going to toy with these big gentlemen and found myself feeling sorry for each of them.  I knew they had chosen the wrong guy to mess with – even though nothing had happened yet. 

 

“Howdy gentlemen.  Did you come to play?”

 

“Depends on what you mean by play . . . Stack-man!”

 

Suddenly, my boyfriend and the group of big men started whooping and hollering like a bunch of sailors on leave for the weekend.  It then hit me that these were Stack’s football buddies from school – not some group of guys looking to pick a fight.  I had no idea what the group of men meant when they used the word play, but I had a feeling I was going to like the outcome.  I had certainly reached a comfortable place with my new man and I was sure his friends were only going to only add to the pleasure.  Stack looked back at me as he talked and I could see that he was proud to be introducing me to the guys.  He pulled my face down into his and we kissed again.  He made sure his mustached scraped against my face hard.    

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hubba hubba, this was pretty damn hot. whew! the muscle worship scenes and the general imagery of Stack were especially erotic.

 

huge props for writing furry stuff. seems like there isn't a lot of that kind of stuff over here and you pulled it off wonderfully. I dunno about the species of the main character but I definitely get the impression of Stack being a bull.

 

also, bonus props for having the characters not diving immediately into buttsex and instead pleasuring each other through other means. that was really refreshing.

 

keep writing! can't wait for more!

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Wow Londonboy!  This has to be one of your most erotic efforts! And all through kissing!

 

I loved the teasing banter and the open frank acknowledgments of mutual interest and desire.

 

Hubba Hubba!

 

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