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Popular Post AKA Posted January 29, 2016 Author Popular Post Share Posted January 29, 2016 NAKED Part Three Lance still showed up to all his classes, but he had become an incredible distraction to everyone, students and teachers alike. He was still The Naked Guy, sitting in his seat in the midst of the classroom, his long, thick cock dangling off the edge of his chair, his massive chest rising and falling as he breathed, his long, muscular legs stretched out in front of him.He stopped shaving and his angular, chiseled features now sported a thick, dark beard and mustaches. His hair was still a shaggy mane atop his noble head, but now it hung past his shoulders and spread along his incredibly wide back. His broad, enormous chest was coated in a forest of manly fur, thick dark curls that spread like a carpet and allowed his fat, prominent nipples to poke through like kiss-fattened lips. A heavy bush of more dark curls crowned his massive dick and tried unsuccessfully to hide his fat balls. Strands of more beautiful hair lined his forearms and legs.His effect on others was now as magnified as his strength and size. His libido had no problem keeping up with the near-constant demands on his sexual drive, and he was entertaining the guys and the girls who flocked to him like bees to honey with his usual friendly and accommodating demeanor.But he saved up his most primal and passionate sex for us.We were fucking every day, often multiple times, whether he’d been with two or two dozen other partners that day. When I appeared, he would politely excuse himself, or beg pardon from his partners and explain that he needed me. His power over them seemed absolute, and they would agree to his wishes without comment.He never invited others to engage in our partnership. It was always just him and me, and I received his undivided and very energetic attention.I had to start working out harder myself just for my own body to keep up with him. Sex was its own workout, but as he grew larger and more powerful our sexual escapades grew equally athletic and muscular. He never demanded anything from me or suggested I change something, and I knew what he wanted from me without words. When we were together I was his complete focus, with an intensity and passion that always overwhelmed and enthralled me.My unusual ejaculatory abilities when I was with him continued to increase until I was nearly constantly coming from the moment I was out of my clothing and his hands were on my body. His merest touch now seemed to elicit the height of sexual bliss, and my cock would inflate to rock-hard erection and begin to fountain cream almost before he applied his lips to the head of my orgasmic shaft.And of course he continued swelling with muscle, cock, and beauty. I did not think he could continue to grow but in the four months since I met him in our room, he was nearly a foot taller and at least a hundred pounds heavier. Probably more.In addition to my newfound ability to produce a flood of cum for him to consume or absorb to feed his growth, my dick actually had increased in size by a considerable amount, perhaps in direct response to the needs of my lover’s body.Nothing else about me had physically altered, although I was seeing the direct benefits of my necessarily increased gym time as one would expect. But my gains were dramatically outpaced both by Lance’s incredible muscular development as well as the inches of length and girth that my horse cock was somehow magically developing.Having a huge cock was both great and terrible. It was great because it made me feel more…self confident. I could feel it down there shoved inside my jeans like a heavy burden. It would throb and tingle along its thick inches whenever I saw Lance, and his smile could nearly cause me to spontaneously cream.It was terrible because when I did start springing a stiffy when I was still in my clothes, it could be pretty painful as it inched its way in my crowded crotch and wanted its release from those denim confines.When I did haul it out, it was quite a sight to see. I could tell that the guys in the gym showers were jealous of my meat, wagging like a thick limb from my groin. My balls were also bigger, undoubtedly due to my new talents concerning the fountain of cream I could pump out whenever Lance touched me.And when we were together, he and I, there was no other sensation in the whole world that could compare to that bliss. We fit together like a hand in a glove when I fucked him, and his mouth on my pumping joint made my eyes roll up in their sockets and my toes to curl.When Christmas break rolled around, I almost refused to go back home. The thought of being parted from my perfect lover for two weeks seemed unbearable.“It will be good for us to have some time apart,” he told me, as he cradled me against his hard, massive chest and surrounded me in his powerful arms. I could feel the low rumble of his voice against my body and it made my dick throb and tingle.“I’ll miss you.”“I know you will,” he said, and then he whispered in my ear, “but I’ll miss you more.”“You’ll miss this,” I said, reaching down toward my nearly foot-long prick and grabbing its thick shaft in my hand.He laughed gently, his massive body shaking, and he kissed the top of my head. “No,” he chided, “I’ll miss you. I love you, Dave.”“Then why do you want me to go?”“I don’t want you to go, but I think you should go. I think some time apart will do us both some good.”“Will you be lonely?” I asked it even though I knew he would not be. His social schedule was always full - except when I was around.“Of course,” he said. “I only feel complete when I’m with you.” He squeezed my smaller body against his warm, naked, muscular frame. I could feel his mammoth prick swell against me, working its way between my ass cheeks.“I have some time before I need to grab a cab to the airport.” “How much time?” he asked.I turned around in his embrace and pushed my mouth against his. I started exploding cream like a hydrant instantly.If my friends and family back home noticed my accentuated appendage, no one mentioned it to me.At least at first.It was hard to ignore, of course - I had previously owned an adequately-sized cock, but certainly nothing noteworthy. I could pretty much manage, even with a hard-on, to go about my day inconspicuously.Now I had a fucking hose hanging from my groin, a tool that wasn’t only long but absurdly thick. Sure, it had temporarily calmed itself in the absence of Lance’s magical presence, but the bulge from an eight-inch tool that could swell another two inches in length when I was excited about someone (and I discovered that my excitement could still make itself known with head-spinning speed) was hard to ignore.After a week of abstinence and my dick practically screaming at me for some release, I hooked up with an old Fuck Buddy just to provide a little peace from its near-constant reminder of its insatiable need. My balls felt like lead weights and my cock was pounding like a hammer when I texted my bud and suggested a rendezvous that we’d both enjoy.His eyes practically bugged out of his head when he saw me. “When did you get so hot?” he asked, moving his hands over my more muscular physique, and then his fingers found my fat meat, rubbing and grabbing me through my jeans, and he added, “and hung?”I shoved my lips against his and felt my desire rise to volcanic levels. I didn’t know how horny I was until I was finally allowed to let the beast roar, and he had hardly pushed his mouth over my meat before I was shooting my fat ropes of hot cream down his throat.I had been wondering if I could now perform the same magic on others as I could with Lance. Would another man start to swell with power as he swallowed my magic potion? But I could see no evidence of that as my Fuck Buddy attempted to gulp down the heavy deliveries of cream my balls were pumping with increased force and magnitude.He was doubtful at first about letting my bigger prick anywhere near his ass, but his desire for it finally outstripped his fear. He was grabbing me and stroking me and sucking on me with a kind of worshipfulness, and I let him. When at last he consented to let me inside, we fucked like dogs in heat and I was pushing myself in to the hilt, making his eyes tear and groans of pain and then pleasure rumble inside his chest. He was so fucking tight! But that was mostly because I was so fucking big. Hell, even Lance’s mammoth frame hugged my fat meat like a vise.I must have used a whole bottle of lube just to force myself inside, but once I was well-seated and into a groove, I was shoving cum inside his guts with my usual plentiful volume. If my unusual ability to cum at a near-constant rate the entire time we fucked shocked or stunned him, he appeared to be enjoying it too much to question it.I leaned over him as my hips thrust my huge meat in and out of his accommodating ass and forgot for a minute that this wasn’t Lance under me, and I got a bit rough with him. Lance could take whatever I threw at him, of course, and loved it. That dude was made of solid steel and liked when I grabbed his hair or bit into his shoulder, but Fuck Buddy wasn’t made of such stern stuff and he decided, afterwards, that we might not be the perfect fuck pair like we used to be.So for the rest of my break, I was left with nothing but my own spit-slicked hand for partnership. Though it was gratifying to be able to get off with regularity, I found that jerking off wasn’t hitting the deep needs I was feeling for Lance’s body and cock.I contemplated pulling out Grindr and seeing who was around, but there was no appeal for anonymous sex for me. Even just to appease my constantly throbbing monster cock. Hell, my Fuck Buddy and I were well-acquainted and used to be a perfect match, and now even his company could not compare. I only wanted Lance….who else could possibly meet his beauty, his power, and his magic?By the end of my break, my longing for Lance was like a physical ache. I saw him in my dreams and awoke with my cock rock-hard and drooling for him. My balls had to be emptied on a regulate basis, and I would close my eyes in my childhood home bathroom and picture Lance in me head, smell his skin on my skin, see his gorgeous face and its beautiful smile and feel my prick swell with need. A few strokes and I was pumping fat ropes of cream into the sink and then into the bathtub when my load grew too copious for the drain.Things got so bad for me in his absence that I had to break the silence and text him. I had agreed - reluctantly - that we would take this time off from each other and not call or text, but I literally could not help myself. My need for him, even just to see his words on my little phone screen, had become imperative.u there?yesi miss umiss u 2wish u were heregetting any?someget some more only want uneed some help?fuck yesfeel my lips on yr cock?whats it feel likesoft warm wet u can hear me moanyesu like it when i moanyesu like it when i biteyeslicking yr dick licking yr ballsyesdragging my teeth across your rock-hard dickmmmballs hurt? u need to get off? u need to get me bigger?yesi swallow u all the way deep throat cuz i can take it allfuckgrab yr fat balls & squeezeyesi need all yr juice need to growmoreneed to get stronger biggerhow bigbigger than any1gonna fucking shoot until u cant hold moresucking yr fat cock fingering yr tight holeyesu need to cumyeswont let ufucku cant cum til i let uno i can'tyr balls hurt so much cumyesgallons of cum yr gonna blowhurtsready?yesu can cum nowI dropped my phone and exploded. I grabbed my fat cock and looked down as I shot a flood of white hot cream and nearly died with bliss.Lance could make me explode with cream even when he wasn’t there. Just the thought of him drove my libido past the red line and my balls were pumping like the overburdened balloons that they had become. Even when I was taking a morning shower, it wasn’t uncommon to find my dick throbbing hotly against my belly and before I was through, I was shoving a white fountain from the foot-high tip, groaning with bliss.The two weeks apart from him couldn’t pass fast enough for me.My plane ride back was agony. I had to go to the toilet twice just to beat off and relieve the pent-up wealth of cum in my balls. All I could think of was Lance. All I could see was his smiling face, his massive pecs, his rock-hard abs, his thick drooling cock. My underwear was soaked with pre and I had to clean up gobs of spent cream I was shooting like a fountain.I practically ran to my dorm room in anticipation of seeing Lance again. My need for him was now painful. Literally. My balls hurt with the cargo I had managed to save up for him, and my dick was practically tearing a hole in my jeans for escape. I could feel his mouth on the swollen head, his tight hot ass surrounding my thick shaft, the sensation of my explosion of cream erupting up the fat inches of my cock as I watched his body swelling with power.He was waiting for me in almost the exact same pose as I had first encountered him months before, and the experience was shocking.He was so much larger than he had been, and he’d been so muscular and beautiful to begin with. I could hardly remember that version of him compared with now.He was leaning his perfect ass against the desk, again, with his insanely huge arms folded across his insanely huge chest. His beautiful, hyper-muscled body was now coated in that soft, warm fur, and his cock had gained several inches and was already standing at full attention as I walked through the door. His chest was bunched into massive cables of power, and his dick was coated in a thick glaze of his masculine honey.My heart nearly stopped in my chest at the sight of his intense beauty. His eyes flashed with desire and he was breathing hard. Was his need as deep as mine was? Had our parting played on his mind and his emotions with the same depth of desire for me as I had for him? Did he realize how much I loved him?How much I needed him?“Hello,” he growled. His voice struck me like a blow and I was pulling my pants open and allowing my eager, hungry dick out before I knew what I was doing.“I need….”“I know,” he said. “So do I.”“Come here.” I was shoving my pants off my body. He strode to me and ripped them off me as if they were made of paper, followed by my shirt. I was trying to kick off my shoes but he was already kneeling and stroking my hard-as-steel erection as if it was a beloved pet he hadn’t seen in years.He leaned forward and buried his nose in my crotch to sniff my scent, no doubt a funky masculine musk after my ample equipment had been cramped up inside my tight jeans the entire flight and cab ride. My foot-high cock pulsed against his handsome face, his rough beard, his chiseled features.His pink tongue emerged and he placed it against the thick base of my cock and licked me from root to tip, and then engulfed me with his mouth and I balled my hands into fists and ground my teeth tightly to stifle the scream of utter perfect bliss as my first explosion of cum erupted up my fat shaft like a blast from a cannon.His throat swelled and his cheeks sunk in as he sucked and swallowed with equal hunger. It felt as if my first pump went on for minutes, my balls acting like the bulb of a turkey baster that had been squeezed tightly enough to empty their contents.He was already swelling with new power. He reached around and pulled my cheeks apart roughly and pushed a thick finger into my asshole and nudged my prostate and was rewarded with another equally powerful delivery of muscle-building cream and his growth redoubled.It was incredible. It was impossible. Did he know this would happen? Did he realize that being apart from him would make my cum even more powerful than before?My god, I had never felt so good in my entire life. I was giving him everything, every drop, every seed of power that he needed and I watched his shoulders enlarge and widen and his chest swelling forward like two meaty balloons and his head was rising as his body grew bigger and bigger and bigger.I shot load after load into his mouth and he swallowed so quickly that I wondered if he was sucking me dry. He groaned in utter bliss and I wondered if he felt as good as I did.Bigger and bigger. And then his cock was tucking its head into the deep crevasse between his swelling pecs and the mouth opened and he began to explode with me, shoving ropes of cream against his neck over and over until his load was dripping in the heavy, dark carpet of his fur like pearls. I could feel his warm, wet delivery splash on my skin like lava.We came together and he grew more powerful by the second, swelling with muscle and beauty as I delivered it to him in a thick stream.When we finished our reunion and he stood before me, he was a god.“Jesus,” I said, looking up at his handsome face. He smiled and tilted his head, licking his lips of the last remnants of my load.Muscle was still bulging against his naked skin almost as if it was preparing to rip its way through. I could see every fiber of power and his growth was still happening.He was breathing hard as he looked at me with utter desire and lust. His chest would swell with a breath and then remain there as he continued to fill with brawn. His arms were ludicrously large, maybe as wide as his head, with prominent biceps and triceps standing out with stark definition. Fat, finger-thick veins pulsed with blood, feeding his slowing growth.I reached forward and set my fingers gently against Lance’s swollen belly, realizing he had swallowed so much of my cum that his stomach was distended. Now it was slowly receding, revealing his incredible eight-pack abs as his muscles consumed the power my cream somehow gave them.He was hot to the touch, and hi skin was gleaming with a coat of sweat. He smelled like sex, as his own load draped across his massive chest, mingling with the thick carpet of man fur that now grew there. I dipped my fingers to some of his load and pulled it to my lips, sucking his salty seed inside my mouth. It seemed to burn and tingle, and as it touched my tongue my own ponderous cock twitched and throbbed and began to rise anew.He was still growing, still breathing hard, still hot to the touch when he leaned his lips to mine and kissed me soundly. “Fuck,” he whispered against my mouth, “I missed you so much.”I smiled and sighed. God, how I loved his voice. “I don’t think I can do that again,” I said.“I bet you could,” he answered, squeezing my swelling erection in his huge grip.I laughed softly. “No, I mean…being apart from you. It hurt.”“I know what you mean,” he agreed.“I don’t ever want to be apart from you again.”He kissed me deeply as he squeezed my cock hard in his grip, rubbing the pad of his thumb across the tender, sensitive tips of the mouth and making my breath catch and my balls swell. “Then you won’t be,” he promised. 10 1 40 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Popular Post AKA Posted January 30, 2016 Author Popular Post Share Posted January 30, 2016 NAKED Part Four ”Holy shit.”“Mmm hmm,” he groaned behind me.“No, but…holy shit.”“You sure you wouldn’t rather be doing something else?” Lance was standing behind me as we gazed into the mirrors mounted on the wall, and he started to grind his pelvis into me. I could feel the firm, fat shank of his mammoth prick distinctly. He was hot in every sense of the word, and getting him this far had been a challenge. I wasn’t about to stop, now.But, holy shit! I knew the dude was big but big didn’t even begin to touch what he was. I was standing in front of him to get a better indication of our relative sizes. I was five-foot-eight and weighed around one-seventy-five. Pretty average, really, but my workouts over the past weeks and months were paying very apparent dividends. I was pretty fucking shredded, and I had a nice chest and well-defined arms. When I lifted my shirt, I now owned an obvious six-pack - and fuck, was that ever hard to achieve! I wasn’t neglecting my legs or my butt, either, working hard on squats and extensions so that there were lobes of muscle lining my thighs and I owned a not-too-shabby little bubble butt.But…holy shit!Lance stood behind me in his naked glory and his entire head was visible above my own. His shoulders stretched out so far that both his arms were exposed beside my own, and he’d planted his feet wide enough so that I could see the flair of his calves. The only part hidden was his absurdly narrow waist and that massive shank of sex he was now pressing against me.I mean, I knew he was huge, but it’s kinda hard to tell when you’re fucking a dude just how huge he really is. And Lance was…fucking enormous.I was frankly curious about the specifics involved in Lance’s fantastic development. How tall was he really, and how much did he weigh? More than that, how strong was he? If put to the test, how much could this giant mountain of pure muscle bench press? How much could one arm heft? How big did he get with a good pump put into his massive collection of perfect brawn?At first he balked at my request, and it took a few more weeks of constant begging on my part before he even said maybe instead of no.Perhaps he was waiting for just the right time - or the right size. We just kept right on having incredible sex, and he just kept right on growing. My balls were practically bursting with their load, and only my time with Lance seemed capable of easing my burden.His growth cycles weren’t increasing in frequency. There were still some occasions when I was pumping my copious loads inside him and nothing happened - well, nothing except me having mind-blowing orgasm. Often under these circumstances he’d blow a massive load at the same time, almost as if his body couldn’t handle any more growth at the time and it had to expel all the magic juice I had for him.When he did grow, the growth was now obvious and potent. He’d sit back, pulling himself off my still-erupting cock, and close his eyes and smile that fucking beautiful smile of his and I’d watch him swelling with power. The thick wedges of muscle lining his thighs would bulge upward as if inflating. His chest, like two globes, swelled forward and each hard mass would press against the other for space. His upper arms amplified with fat balls of brawn, and his back would flare wider and wider as his lats thickened and spread. Even the carpet of fur that now amassed on his frame seemed to grow thicker and more beautiful.Then he’d open his eyes and lick his lips and groan like a bear.He looked like a massive bodybuilder at this point, rather than the well-trained gymnast I’d met months ago. If I’d had the sense to take photos of him between that man and what he was now, I’m sure the differences would be insane. But having witnessed his development as it happened, it was often hard to remember what he had looked like before.If he was any other dude, I would have been jealous if not angry at him. After all, compared to anyone else my own body would be looking pretty awesome itself! I’d been working out like a fucking animal at the weights for the same amount of months that I’d been shoving muscle onto his frame, but my gains followed a more normal maturation.So I had finally succeeded in talking him into visiting the gym on campus. The only prerequisite was that he didn’t want there to be anyone else there. “Why?” I asked. The dude was obviously not shy, and what the fuck did he have to be self-conscious about?But he was insistent, so we walked across the darkened campus early on a Sunday morning when the chances of anyone else wanting to use the equipment was slim-to-none.I took his hand (even his fucking hand was huge, now!) and lead him over to the wall of mirrors where dudes checked their routine or checked their progress or, if they were gay like me, checked each other out on the sly. We stood side-by-side at first, and I told him to relax.“I am relaxed,” he said, furrowing his brow.It was fucking insane. No one looked like that. Dudes in pictures who looked like that were holding in their gut to get more definition in their abs. They had finished a punishing set of push-ups to work some size into their chest and arms.But he was just standing there. And he looked perfect.I looked puny next to him. Almost pathetic. Like I said, next to any other normal guy, I was more than decent. Squared-off pecs, a nice six-pack (when I tensed it up), even had a fat vein running over each biceps.But, holy shit.Then I moved to stand in front of his body to get a more accurate comparison and that’s where we were now, standing in the deserted gym in the middle of the night, him naked and me in my workout togs, looking at the reflection of us both.His cock was throbbing against me as he slowly pistoned his hips. I swallowed drily and felt my balls sizzle and grow heavy. “If you don’t stop that I’m gonna shove so much cream out of my balls it’s gonna look like someone threw a gallon on pancake batter against the mirror.”“I have a better use for a gallon of cream.” He moved his lips against the back of my neck and kissed me with loud sucking noises.“We made a deal,” I said, curling my toes and fingers against my desire to turn around and let him do whatever he fucking wanted to with me. “We come here when the place is empty and I get to see just how big and strong you really are.”“What does it matter?” he asked again. That was always Lance’s response to my pleading.“Curiosity,” I replied.He straightened and shrugged his mighty shoulders, rolling his eyes and mouthing ‘whatever.’We walked over to the scales to measure how big he really was. He’d gained several inches since we met - in every direction - so we started with his height.He stood on the scale and I lifted the stadiometer - the thing that measures height (I had to look that up on Google) until it rested on his head. His hair was thick and lustrous, long enough now that he tied it in a thong and it reached to the middle of his widely tapered back, and I pushed the rod against his skull and looked at the reading.He was now exactly two meters high, or about six-feet, five-and-a-half-inches tall. He smiled and he told be he was “five-ten when you met me,” which meant that he had grown over an inch a month since then. That was…impossible.But scales don’t lie.Then I asked him how much he weighed when we met. He pursed his lips and shrugged again. “Dunno. How much do you weigh?" I told him, and he said, "Probably around one-eighty, one-eight-five.” I looked at his massive muscles now and my heavy cock twitched in my shorts. I could practically feel my balls inflating with cum. Jesus Fucking Christ, how much had he grown?I shifted the two weights across the scale trying to estimate his new size and kept vastly underestimated it until I finally got the scales to balance and I leaned in to see how much my lover weighed now.I had looked up how much a bodybuilder needed to weigh before qualifying for a class. A heavyweight bodybuilder weighs between 198 1/4 pounds up to 225 1/4 pounds. A super heavyweight is any man weighing more than that.Before I tell you, I’ll note that when Arnold Schwarzenegger (who stands six-feet, two-inches tall) won Mr. Olympia seven times, his top off-season weight was 260 pounds.Lance weighed 279 pounds exactly. And he did not look like this was his off-season weight. The dude was ripped to shreds. I could see every one of his muscles flex and stretch when he moved. His skin was paper-thin.Now it was time to see how strong he was.I brought my phone with me to search online and look-up the current world records for various weightlifting categories. I didn’t think that Lance would be able to approach those totals, since he hadn’t been working out and maybe bigger muscles didn’t necessarily mean stronger muscles.I wanted him to warm up before we attempted the world record bench press. I wanted to see him shove more weight off his massive chest than any other man had ever done.And that meant a single bench press of 1,102 pounds - a record no one else had surpassed in two years.I walked him over to the dumbbell rack with my gaze locked on his awesome glutes as he strode across the floor. The dude had some incredible butt muscles, and it was hard to avoid watching them bob and swell as he walked naked.I went to the middle of the rack but Lance went right towards the end, where the heaviest dumbbells were. Luckily, our college had a decent football program so we had a nicely outfitted gym. Lance reached down and pulled two 60-pound dumbbells into his grip and looked at me with a shrug.The way his traps bunched up made my cock throb and my balls tingle again. I was definitely going to have a very wealthy pent-up supply of cream for him when this was all over.He started pumping his biceps with almost comical ease - and this was his only his warm-up! He finished ten, twenty…thirty reps without slowing and I had to stop him. It was evident that this was no challenge to him, so we went over to biceps curl machine and loaded it up. Maybe 60 pounds in each hand was no contest, but what about four 45-pound plates?This time his handsome face grimaced as he started bending his elbows. I watched his arms shake and his jaw tighten as he fought against 180 pounds using only his upper arms.“Maybe we should start off light….”“I…can do…this,” he groaned. Then he had the first curl completed. There was a fat vein caressing his biceps and I could see it pulse as the fibers of brawn pressed against his skin. He lowered the handles with a metallic crash, and began the second curl.He again struggled, but his face was calmer and I think I saw him beginning to smile.The third curl moved with a smoothness the first two lacked.By the fifth curl, he had a smile on his face, and by the tenth one his cock was visibly lengthening and swelling. Clearly, he was enjoying this.“Let’s move on,” I said, watching his cock growing with slight anxiousness.Lance let the handles go with a resounding bang and stood up, rubbing his right upper arm with his free hand. “Feels good,” he reported. By the look of his prick, that was an understatement.“Wanna try the leg press?” I suggested. “Let your upper body take a rest.”“Awesome,” he said.I knew that his legs were likely to be incredibly strong. They looked like they could press a fucking Mack truck, so I started heavy. I had 360 lbs. loaded - 8 45-pound disks - when Lance said, “More.”“You sure?”He nodded and smiled. His dick had calmed itself slightly but I could see a gleaming drop of pre already forming at the tip. After I loaded two more 45-pound disks on, I placed my towel on the bench and he positioned himself under the plate, pushing his bare feet against it and pulling his knees to his chest.Again, the first push was a strain for him, but something told me he liked that part. He liked being tested. He liked the sensation of his muscles being challenged. His legs started ti shake and I couldn’t tell if the thing was even moving. I started forward to remove some plates when it finally budged.It was harder for him this time. I was still thinking we needed to reduce the weight, but after five or six presses and a sheen of sweat had formed on his skin, the weights were moving more smoothly and picking up speed, and by the twelfth rep instead of being fatigued, it looked like it was growing increasingly easy for him.He did twenty reps of 450 pounds. By the end, it looked like he was pushing feathers. As he extracted himself from the machine, it was hard not to notice that Lance was completely aroused. His long, thick cock was standing straight up and throbbing hard. A glistening stream of pre was drooling from its mouth and the muscles of his legs stood out starkly with incredible vascularity across every inch.He was also breathing hard, his cobblestone belly extending and his massive chest rising and falling. “What’s next?” he asked, now clearly eager to keep going.What was he feeling - besides the obvious arousal? I’d seen this look in his eyes before. He wanted to attack me, to fuck me, overwhelming me until I was shoving my cock down his throat and pumping fat gluts of cream into his throbbing muscles.It was time, I thought, for a shoulder workout. I was saving his pecs for the big contest, the world record, and I admit that I was excited to see what would happen. I loved Lance’s mighty chest. It suggested masculine power and virility more than any other of his ample attributes. The carpet of dark fur glistened with sweat and I could smell his funky male perfume as he passed me.He threw my towel in place and sat down. I moved the pin all the way to the bottom and then loaded on the additional weights as well, overburdening the machine. My heart was beating hard, excited and aroused in equal measures. A fat pump of my own ample pre sizzled along the ponderous inches of my prick and stained my shorts.Fuck, I was horny!Lance exhibited the now-familiar pattern again. The first few pumps of the weight taxed his strength. I watched with fascination and desire as his delts swelled and stretched. Then, with growing ease and that handsome smile on his features, the strain decreased until he was shoving hundreds of pounds upward again and again, and I watched the round lobes of his shoulders swell and glisten.His cock was red and shining. I longed to feel it in my ass. It would be hard as steel and hot as the sun. He’d push himself inside me and groan with pure bliss, and then I’d flip him over and plunge inside him and explode, pushing fat fountains of cream into his body and watching him grow even bigger.But he wasn’t done yet.“More,” he growled, breathing hard.“What do you want to…?”“Squats,” he said.Fuck. The way he said it. He wanted to push that amazing ass of his until his whole body was screaming.As he stood up, I could see that the muscles we’d trained so far were already larger than when he entered the gym. The muscles of his upper legs, his arms and his shoulders and upper back - they were all out-sized, forced to grow from the concentration of each exercise. And now he was going to perform a set of squats that was probably going to cause me to spontaneous ejaculation.My cock was throbbing and stiff. I knew that if I took it out I’d started launching ropes of hot, sticky cum all over the fucking place. My balls would seize up and I’d be fountaining load after load of cream just looking at Lance, until he came over and attached his mouth to my unending flood and started sucking down my muscle milk as I watched his body grow even more massive than it was now.The bar across his shoulders sagged with the weight he and I had placed on it. The muscles of his thighs stood out starkly and he sucked in a deep breath before he sank slowly to his haunches. His dick, red and shiny, stuck out before him and a thick string of clear honey drooled from the lips of his massive meat.He clenched his jaw and furrowed his brow and let out a low, deep, feral noise as he started his first rise, attempting to lift 800 pounds, nearly three times his own body weight.This was obviously insane.I was beginning to think Lance was going to finally fail at one of these attempts. That we had gone too far, pushed on by what he had done. Was he going to hurt himself? Was he going to tear his muscles apart trying to achieve the impossible?Slowly, inch by inch, he pushed the weight upwards.I had never seen anything like this. Sweat was pouring off his naked skin. The muscles all over his body were shaking and straining. His eyes were locked on mine and I was watching for any change in his confidence, any sign that he needed help.I was about to intervene, to rush in and help him if I could (and I sort of doubted that), when I saw a change in his feature. His face calmed and his kissable lips quirked into a grin and I knew he had it.I knew he was going to accomplish the impossible.The latter half of his squat moved with a sudden smoothness and then he was standing there, his breath coming fast as he regained his feet and was smiling at me.A smile that told me that my ass was going to be in trouble when we were alone.Then he started a second squat, sinking with relative ease and pushing the weight back up.Then a third.Then a fourth.Each subsequent squat became easier until, again, his body had somehow adjusted itself to allow him to do what he required of it.After twelve squats of 800 pounds, he set the sagging iron bar in the rack and stood up straight. His cock was throbbing hard and I was almost sure he was going to cum right there on the gym floor. I’d never seen him so worked up before.He was insanely aroused.Maybe it didn’t help matters that the squats had made his muscular ass jut out like an invitation to fuck. I had never before seen such an amazing and prominent set of glutes, with thick hard arches and deep dimples. I wondered if I would even be capable of pushing my dick between those mountainous muscular buttocks.But he wasn’t done yet. We still had a record to break.We loaded up a bar over a weight bench, but I has to ask, “Do you know how dangerous this is?”“You’ve seen what I’m capable of.”“But this,” I said, gesturing at the set-up, “this is insane. You’re attempting the equipped world record but you’re unequipped. You’re fucking naked, dude.”“What’s that mean?”I took out my phone and showed him the article about powerlifting records. Heat was pouring off his body and his deep masculine funk was working on me like pheromones. “Unequipped means you’re not using any support. And usually even an unequipped attempt means you use wrist straps and a weight belt.” I looked up at him. “Stuff meant to keep your insides on your insides. Pressure against your strain like armor. You’re not even wearing a jockstrap!”My cock twitched thinking about Lance wearing only a jockstrap for some reason.“So what?”“You should have a bench shirt and elbow wraps and…I mean, you’re naked!”“I’m definitely naked,” he said. He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows.“It’s super dangerous!”He tilted his head down and looks serious. “I can do it.”“I don’t think you know what you’re….”“I,” he repeated slowly, folding his gargantuan arms across his gargantuan chest, “can do it.”“Well,” I admitted, looking my roommate’s bulging beauty up and down, “you sure fucking look like you can do it.”Lance just winked.He clapped his hands together and I watched his upper arms explode with power. He laid his wide back down on the bench and pushed himself beneath the bar. His chest was huge, bulging up and thick as hell.Just from his confidence, I had no doubt he could do it. Then I looked at the bar, sagging at both ends under the weight of more than half-a-ton of steel and I grew scared. Fuck, just hauling that weight over here and mounting it on the bar had got me winded. “Lance, maybe….”But before I got more than two words out, he had gripped the bar and pushed it from its moorings.He was holding over a thousand pounds above his chest using only his arms, which were shaking so hard I wondered if they were going to shatter. His face grimaced into a look of pain or intense concentration, I couldn’t tell which, and then he lowered the bar against his chest and rested half-a-ton of steel on his upper body.His skin was red. Sweat was dripping off the bench. He started breathing hard, taking deep, quick breaths as he prepared for his world-record attempt.No one had ever done this before. And Lance hadn’t even set foot inside a gym for months.All at once his entire body tensed and he started shoving against the weight and gravity to defy logic and common sense, as he started trying to push the weight off his body. In the same moment, I grew intensely scared and sure that he wouldn't be able to do this - but he wasn't going to stop. He was going to hurt himself trying this stunt.Suddenly, something possessed me. Some insane idea. Something crazy.I pushed off my shorts and kicked them away, allowing my prick to swell to its full extents and throb to arousal. My balls ached and felt like they weighed a ton. A heavy delivery of pre-cum swelled from the lips of my cock and fell towards the floor. I moved to the bench and took his ankles in my hands. Heat rose from him as his unsuccessful attempt continued. Then I moved forward, separating his legs and moving my throbbing meat towards his wet, furry, hot fuck hole.I started exploding with cream before I even reached him, nearly letting lose of his legs as the overwhelming sensation of orgasmic release hit me with both barrels. I had to lean over to position the head of my massive cock at his backdoor as I held his heavy legs aloft and he was groaning and huffing air, the weight of a car on his chest.I kissed the tip of my prick against his asshole, shooting cum inside him and painting his insanely muscular butt with cream. I was cumming a steady stream, now, and finally with a hard shove I seated myself inside him, pumping every drop of my pent-up load inside his massive body.His growth started immediately.I stretched my head on my neck, gulping in air as my body grew incredibly hot. I was sinking deeply into a massive orgasm that was shaking my body as my cock delivered a seemingly endless supply of cum to Lance’s body. I heard - and felt - him growl and I looked down and watched his muscles begin to expand with new power.The bar moved.He was looking at me as I fucked him. His ocean-colored eyes were wild and ferocious.I came even harder. I had never felt so good in my entire life as I delivered fat pumps of hot creamy cum inside his butt and fed his body all that it could take.His arms and chest were swelling with muscle. Fat cables wound over each globe of his chest and his biceps and triceps bulged with superhuman growth.The bar was inching its way upwards. His arms shook and I realized he was now supporting his own legs, holding himself open for me, and I began to run may hands along his legs to feel the muscle growing there, as well.The bar was rising and so was Lance, because his glutes and the muscles of his back were swelling with growth.He was halfway there. He was shoving against the half-ton of steel with every ounce of strength that he owned - and he was gaining more and more power with every passing second.I started moving my hips, feeling his ass gripping the fat inches of my cock. I could feel my dick growing in unison to him, and the sensation of growth made me cum even harder.Cum was gushing out of his ass, splashing hot and wet against me.The bar was nearly fully extended.I shoved myself home, plunging my meat all the way inside him and at the same moment, he straightened his arms and held over a ton of steel above his body.Then he started cumming, too, blasting fat fountains of cream across his developing muscles. It splashed against him, running like rivers between each ballooning muscle head, splattering into the thick carpet of fur that coated his swelling pectorals.He racked the bar with a resounding metallic clang, his hands still curled around it, as we came together.And he grew.And he grew.And he grew. 10 1 37 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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