Huge Legs

It was very late on a Friday night, about 2:00 a.m., when I decided to go the to the gym for a workout. I'm a college freshman, a tall skinny 18 year old boy who has always been ashamed of my body. I never played any sports and I was always ashamed of myself in gym class or on the beach. I always compared my body with the bodies of the other boys. The bigger, muscular, stronger boys. I looked pathetic next to them. So I was never comfortable working out in the school gym. I was ashamed to be next to those more muscular boys.

But the college's gym was open 24 hours a day if you had a gym card, which I had. Secretly I really wanted to gain some muscle. Deep down inside I thought I just didn't have the genes to build muscle, but I wanted to try. I was young and optimistic that working out might do something. I just couldn't do it in front of the other boys who already had muscle. So I went to the gym late at night after everyone else was gone. I knew there would be no one there at 2:00 a.m. on Friday. All the kids were out partying.

I opened the gym door and was surprised to see the lights were on. I frowned because I thought the last person who had used the gym forgot to turn off the lights and was wasting electricity. It was very quiet inside the gym. I was the only one there. The gym was large and very well equipped. I headed to the dumbbell rack to grab some 20 pound dumbbells to do some shoulder presses. My shoulders were very weak.

As I was heading for the rack I heard a loud grunt from the other end of the room, a clatter of iron plates and then a crashing sound like a bar hitting a rack. The noise came from the end of the room where all the leg equipment was. The squat racks, the leg press machines, the hack squat machine, the calf raise machines, the leg extension machines. All those huge machines with huge weights that I never used. I walked over there to see what was going on.

As I neared the area, I looked at the leg press machine. It was loaded with more weights than I had ever seen on it. The bars were completely covered with 45 pound plates and there were more plates on the top. I couldn't believe how much weight was on that machine. I kept looking at the machine and as I went around it I saw that there were two big feet on the plate. And attached to those feet were the biggest, most muscular legs I had ever seen.

I yelled out "Oh shit!" as I took in the enormity at what I was seeing. I was looking at the biggest pieces of muscle I could imagine. In fact, the size of those legs was beyond my imagination. They were absolutely enormous. From the side they looked like they were two feet across. The quads were enormous The hams were enormous. There was more muscle in one of those thighs than there would have been in four of my bodies. The calf muscles were huge, bulging with vein-covered striated muscle. I just couldn't take my eyes off the enormity of what I was seeing. I didn't even look at the face of the owner of those huge monsters.

And then those thighs started to move. Slowly the machine went up and I heard again a loud grunt, a deep loud grunt. The plates were clanking. As those thighs extended I could see the fibers of muscle twitch and flex, with each striation looking like thick cords of steel hard fibers. The muscle was so huge, so striated, so gigantic! As the legs extended the calves got rounder. They looked almost as big as soccer balls, huge balls of muscle attached to those big feet and to the thick knees above them. I said "Oh fuck!" as the legs reached the top. I looked at all those iron plates and I couldn't believe how much weight those legs were pressing up.

Then the legs slowly lowered and finally the machine crashed to the bottom. I spun my head and looked at the face of the guy who owned those huge monsters of muscle. He was looking right at me, smiling with the brightest, whitest teeth I had ever seen. Sweat was streaming down his face. He had blue eyes and dark hair and he looked very young for a man with such huge muscles. His face was wide with a strong jaw. "That's 30 plates, 1,350 pounds," he said in a deep voice. "That's a new record for me." He jumped up off the machine and flexed his legs in front of me. My jaw dropped open. The guy pounded his fist on his thigh. "My legs are so fuckin' strong! And they're fuckin' huge. I got fucking big strong legs! Nobody's got legs bigger or stronger than me!" He pounded his legs a few more times. His fists bounced off the hard muscle like they were hitting rock. I nodded in awe. "Yeah," I whispered.

I looked at my tiny little stick legs and again at his huge monsters. "Your muscles are so big!" I finally gasped. "They're so huge. I got little sticks and you got monsters. Monsters of muscle." He was smiling proudly. "Yeah," he said as he punched his hard thigh muscles. "They're gettin' bigger every week. I was using every 45 pound plate they got in here. I could hardly fit them on the machine. Next week, these big mothers are gonna need more. They keep getting bigger and stronger. Gotta get this school to buy some 100 pound plates! All these 45's are too light for these big fuckers," he said as he slapped his huge quads I looked at all the plates and then at his legs. "Shit," I said.

"You should ask the Athletic Department to buy some 100 pounders," I said helpfully. "I bet they never had such a strong student in here before." He looked me in the eye. "I'm not a student here. They told me I'm too dumb to go to this college. Well, I may be dumb but I got huge muscles, especially my legs. I've always had big muscles, even when I was a kid. And my legs have always been huge. I'm a big dumb jock, and I like it that way. I'm sure glad I'm not a geek like you. I like being big and strong. I love my huge legs. I got bigger and stronger legs than any of you brainy students." He flexed his thighs and looked at my body. "God, you are such a geek! Just like the guy I got my gym card from. I lifted his gym card key out of his backpack and I sneak in here late at night. He probably doesn't even miss it 'cause he looks like he never went to a gym in his life." He looked at my body and kind of laughed. "He looked like you."

I looked at his body and then at his face again. "How old are you, anyway?" He flexed his calf muscle and reached down and felt it bulge in his hand. "Eighteen," he said. "Just graduated from high school. I've been working out hard all summer. I put two more inches of muscle on these mothers." He slapped his quads. "My quads are 34 inches and my calves are 24. They're fucking huge!"

I gulped. "You're the same age as me! And look at you. You're so big and strong! God I wish I looked like you!" He grabbed my hand and put in on his leg. He put his other hand on my head. "Well, you got the brains and I got the brawn," he said. "But I can see and feel how big and hard my muscles are. You can't see or feel how smart your brain is. I love my huge legs." I rubbed my hand all over his throbbing quad and hamstring muscles. "Oh my god, your muscles are like rocks, big hard rocks." He smiled as I admired his giant thighs. He was proud of them. "Check out my calves. They're huge. And they're fucking strong as shit." I reached down and felt the muscles of his calves. They were huge, like big rocks, and so hard. I could feel the fibers of muscle and the veins. They felt like steel cords. "Shit!" I said.

He stood up and flexed his arms. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just some white gym shorts. "I got some pretty good guns, too, 21 inches. But lots of guys got 21 inch arms. Nobody's got 34 inch quads! My quads are huge! They're bigger than my waist. My waist is only 33 inches!" He flexed his abs and his legs at the same time and I gasped as I saw the rock hard corrugated muscle of his six pack and the striated mass of his quads. He had no fat on his body. And yes, his waist did look smaller than his thigh. "Oh my god," I said as I looked at his body and especially at his huge legs. He was smiling proudly.

"So like I said. You got the brains and I got the brawn. Looks like you like my muscles. You wanna help me lift? I'm gonna do hack squats and I'm gonna lift really heavy weights. I wanna make these mothers get even bigger. You wanna help?" I nodded my head feverishly. "Oh yeah! God I wish I had muscles like you. I come in here late at night because I'm so ashamed of my body. Look at me. I'm a little stick!" I stood next to him and flexed my leg next to his leg. "A stick and a redwood tree," I said as I looked at my little stick leg next to his massive muscle. He laughed. "Yeah, a big redwood tree," he said as he flexed. "Only stronger."

He reached out his hand. "My name's Mike," he said. I reached out and said "John." He grabbed my hand with a hand that was twice as big as mine and thick with muscle. His fingers were twice as big as mine. His skin was calloused and hard. His wrist was huge. His forearm was huge, thick with muscle and covered with veins. He was big boned and big muscled. He was a few inches shorter than me, maybe about 5' 11" tall, but he was big, very big. He squeezed my hand and I could feel the strength his huge muscles possessed. He could have crushed my hand easily. But he just shook my hand with what I would call a very firm handshake.

He headed over to the hack squat machine. "Here's the rack," he said. "I got all the plates on the leg press, so we're gonna have to bring 'em over here. Let's start with five plates a side. That's 495. A good warm up." My mouth dropped open. "Four-Ninety-Five is a warm-up? Most guys can't even lift that weight!" He laughed. "Yeah, well, most guys don't have legs that are this big. Most guys don't have this much muscle! Big muscle that's really strong!" He flexed and ran his hands over his huge thighs. "And these muscles are already warmed up from the presses, so 495 is gonna be nothing to them."

He walked over and grabbed two 45 pound plates, one in each hand. He lifted them off the machine like he was lifting a two feather pillows off a bed. I grabbed one plate with both hands and could barely lift it off the machine and I struggled to get it over to the rack. He laughed. "A lot of brain but no brawn," he said as he threw a plate in the air and then caught it easily with one hand. "Maybe I'm too dumb for this college but I like my beef." He pushed the plate onto the rack and flexed his forearm in front of me. "I'd trade half my brain for half your brawn," I said. He laughed. "No deal. I like having big muscles. I don't want half your brain. I like being who I am. Huge fucking muscles." He flexed his bicep at me and I said "I wish I were you." He rubbed his muscle on my face and whispered "I got muscle and you don't."

We loaded the bar with ten plates, five a side. He did seven and I did three. "Okay," he said. "This is gonna be easy. If you want, you can go in front and check out my quads while I'm lifting. Feel how big and hard they get when I pump 'em up." Oh god. I was going to be able to feel his huge quads as they were lifting 495 pounds! I ran around to the front. He grabbed the bar and lowered the bar on the hack machine down.

He then quickly pressed himself and the 495 pounds of iron back up. "Fuck, it feels so light," he said. "My quads have gotten so strong!" He lowered himself again and pressed himself up. It was like he was doing hack squats with just his body weight, not with 495 pounds of extra weight. I placed my hands on his huge 34 inch quads and felt them bulge as they pressed the heavy weight. He did 15 reps and then crashed the weight onto the rack. He flexed his quads and I ran my hands over the huge throbbing muscles. I dropped to my knees and wrapped my arms around his right thigh. It was so big I could hardly get my arms around it. It was rock hard, warm and sweaty. I gasped as I felt the size of his thigh muscles. "Oh my god, your muscles are so big," I said. "And they're so hard. They feel like warm steel." He looked down at me and smiled. "Yeah, warm, living coiled up steel. Big thick steel that's so fucking strong!"

He walked over and grabbed a basketball from the side of the room. "You're gonna see how strong this muscle is." He got on the floor facing me and placed the basketball between his two thighs. The basketball actually looked small beside those two monsters of muscle. His thighs were much bigger than the basketball. He crossed his ankles. I was amazed at how flexible he was. "Watch," he said. He started extending his legs and flexing his thighs, squeezing the basketball. The ball immediately got smaller in the middle. I couldn't imagine the amount of power his legs were applying to the ball. The muscles on his thighs bulged. Huge slabs of muscle slashed down and across this thighs, big huge slabs of rock hard beef. He squeezed harder. He was now breathing hard and sweat was pouring out of his skin. The ball got smaller and his thighs got bigger. Blood was surging through the muscle. Veins were popping out everywhere. Striations of muscle fibers were bulging out of his skin. Then he made a loud grunt and flexed even harder. "POP!" The ball popped from the incredible force of Mike's thigh muscles, muscles that were so strong it was inconceivable to me. Mike jumped up off the floor and grabbed the popped basketball. He waved the defeated ball. "No ball is as strong as these fuckers!" he yelled as he smashed his fist into his huge bulging thigh. I fell to my knees and grabbed that thigh, feeling the massive rock hard muscle that had just smashed the basketball. I couldn't believe how big and hot and hard those muscles were. I was beside myself. Mike looked down at me and yelled "More weight!" He lifted his huge leg and shook me like he was shaking an insect. I jumped up.

"Two more plates. That'll make it 585. Still a warm up for these big monsters. You wanna feel 'em one more time? I think you like my big muscles." I smiled and nodded my head feverishly and ran over to get a plate and put it on the bar. I went in front of him and immediately dropped to my knees. He lifted up his shoulders and pushed the bar up until his legs locked. I looked up at his huge muscular body holding up all that weight. Even his upper body was flexed. His neck and traps were huge and his arms bulged as they held the bar on his wide muscular shoulders. He was looking at himself in the mirror, watching his muscles bulge as he got ready to squat. I put one hand on each of his legs.

He lowered himself all the way down and then grunted as he pushed up that huge weight. I ran my hands all over this bulging muscles as they pushed. "Still feels light," he said as he got to the top. "My quads are so fucking strong!" I kind of moaned as I felt the huge bulging muscles as they pushed the heavy weight. I had never thought human muscle could get this big or this hard or this strong. He lowered and raised himself and the 585 pounds of iron another 9 times, grunting with each push. My fingers roamed around his huge thighs, feeling every striation, every vein, every bulge. His thighs were now huge, bulging with blood, hot and sweaty.

He looked down at me and said, "Check out my calves." He started doing calf raises with almost 600 pounds on his back. I moaned as I felt his huge 24 inch calves press up the heavy bar. His calves were way bigger than my little 18 inch thighs. They were huge and filled with rock hard muscle. The muscle was so hard and it was cut so finely with fibers of muscle showing so clearly and veins popping out everywhere. He did 15 reps and then clanked the bar back onto the rack. He stood in front of the mirror and flexed his quads and calves. I was on my knees and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Those muscles were enormous. "I think my quads pump up to 35 or 36 inches when they're all pumped up like this," he said. "And my calves get up to 25 at least. My legs get so fucking huge when they're pumped!" I wrapped my arms around his right thigh and yes it definitely felt bigger and more pumped. Bigger, harder, sweatier, hotter. Huge amounts of blood were surging through his thighs and calves, pumped by his big athletic heart. I moaned as I felt his huge thigh muscles. "I can't believe your legs are so huge," I said. "So huge and so strong." He shook me around as I hung onto his leg, lifting me up and down and to the side like I was just an annoying insect on his huge muscular leg. He shook me off and I stood up.

Then I looked at his shorts. There was a big bulge in the front and I could see the outline of a huge cock. His cock was getting hard! I looked his cock. "Looks like something's getting big and hard besides your legs," I whispered. He smiled. "Watching my legs gettin' so big and pumped turns me on. I love to see 'em get huge and pumped and rock hard as they work." He looked down at my shorts and saw that my little cock was rock hard. It had been hard from the moment I saw his huge legs. "Looks like my huge legs turn you on too," he said as he reached over and squeezed my cock with his huge hand. I nodded my head, bent down and licked the sweat on his leg. "Yeah," I moaned. "I love your huge legs." "Shit, you're making me hornier," he said. "Having you touch my muscles is making me real horny. Feel the power of those huge muscles! You saw what they did to that fucking basketball. Think about what they could do to you." I looked at his thighs and shuddered at the thought.

He opened his legs, grabbed my chest and pushed it between his huge, hot throbbing thighs. My chest was caught between his huge monsters of muscle. My whole chest was smaller than each of his huge legs. I was afraid of what those huge muscles could do to me, but I felt so good as those warm hard thighs encircled me with their warm firm muscle. I felt so secure inside all that muscle. Then he flexed, and that warm firm muscle turned into hot steel. He squeezed his flexed thighs together, crushing my chest. It was like I was being crushed my two big steel pilings driven by the force of a bulldozer. After what he did to the basketball, I knew those legs could have broken every one of my rib bones. Those legs could have crushed all my ribs in just one little flex. But he only crushed me a little bit. "Oh god," I said as I felt powerless in the grip of all that muscle. "Fucking strong," he said as he crushed his flexed muscles into my body. I moaned as I felt the muscle around me. Then he relaxed his flex and rubbed his huge muscles on my bony chest. The muscles were firm, warm and sweaty. I was overwhelmed to feel those huge muscles enveloping my chest and rubbing on my flab and bones. I wanted to cum right there. I loved his huge legs so much! Then he released me and I fell to the floor. He stood over me with his huge legs bulging. He rubbed his now hard cock and said "More weight! These monsters wanna get even bigger, even stronger!"

I jumped to my feet and grabbed another 45 pound plate. Those plates were heavy and I could barely lift it with both hands. Mike grabbed a plate with one hand and almost flipped in onto the bar. I couldn't believe the size of his forearm. All his muscles were huge, but his legs were gigantic. Now that bar weighed 675 pounds. "Gettin' up to the work weights, now," said Mike. "This is still a warmup. It's gonna pump those muscles even bigger. You wanna lick my legs while they're working? You wanna feel how big and hard they get with your little tongue? You wanna feel all that power?" I almost collapsed on the floor. "Oh yeah!" I yelled. Mike smiled and rubbed his hard cock. I think he liked having his huge legs worshipped by a little nerd like me.

He got on the hack squat machine and I kneeled in front of him. I looked at his massive legs. His skin was covered with sweat and his veins were popping out everywhere. His muscles were already incredibly pumped. I grabbed his gigantic calves, calves that were so large they were bigger than my head. I reached my head over to his right thigh and looked up at his face. "You ready, little man?" he said. I nodded my head as I placed my tongue on his hot sweaty quad muscle.

He pushed up and released the safety hinge. Then he squatted down and said, "Feel the power!" He let out a loud grunt and his legs started straightening. "Oh fuck," I gasped as I ran my tongue over the huge slabs of hot, sweaty rock hard muscle. He had more muscle in one of those slabs than I had in my whole body and his legs were covered with those huge slabs. The muscle was totally shredded and I could feel every fiber with my tongue. My hands were roaming over his calf muscles, muscles that were so huge and so hard. I was groaning with pleasure as I was licking and feeling Mike's huge legs. Mike got to the top and lowered himself for another rep.
He grunted even louder and raised his body and the 675 pounds up again. Now I was licking and running my hands over the huge muscles, feeling and smelling and tasting the unbelievable size and hardness and power as they pressed up the heavy bar.

Mike did a total of ten reps, really struggling and grunting for the last two. I was in heaven as I felt his huge muscles as they worked. He jumped off the machine and looked at his legs in the mirror. "God they're gettin' huge," he said as he looked at his gigantic muscles. "You liked feeling those muscles?" he said as he grabbed my rock hard cock under my shorts. "Oh yeah," I said as I looked at his rock hard cock under his shorts. He grinned. "Why do we need these fucking shorts? They're just getting in the way. Our cocks wanna get free. They wanna get huge." He ripped off his shorts and his huge cock sprang up and hit his abs. It must have been ten inches long and it was very thick. "Oh yeah, that's better," he said as he stroked his cock as he flexed his legs in the mirror. I ripped off my shorts too and my little five inch cock sprang to attention too. He laughed. "Well, your cock's just as small as your muscles. But it still knows how to stand at attention." We were now totally naked except for our shoes. We stood next to each other and I marveled at what I saw in the mirror. My legs looked like little sticks and Mike's legs looked like gigantic tree trucks, tree trucks of shredded muscle. He had ten times more muscle in one of those legs than I had in my whole body. I reached down to grab one of those monsters of muscle but Mike pushed me away. He looked at the hack squat machine. "More weight! Two more plates!"

We each grabbed a 45 pound plate and put it on the machine. Now that bar weighed 765 pounds. "Okay, now you're gonna spot me. When I can't get the bar up, you give it a little push and help these huge quads lift it. But make my muscles do most of the work. Only a little push. We wanna make these muscles work real hard." He pounded his fist into his huge quads.

He got under the bar and pushed it up. I was watching his quads as they bulged into unbelievable size. Veins were covering the muscle. Individual fibers were visible everywhere. I didn't know a human body could have that many huge muscles in its legs. His legs looked like an anatomy chart but with the muscles so big and shredded and pumped it was beyond belief. He lowered himself, made a loud grunt and lifting the huge weight up. He did this five times and started slowing down. On his sixth rep he went about a quarter of the way up and slowed down. He grunted very loudly and I gently put my little hand under the bar and applied about five or ten pounds of pressure. Slowly the bar went up as his legs bulged with huge, sweaty vein covered muscle. He got to the top and said "One more rep. These muscles are gonna burn!" He lowered himself and tried to push himself up but he only got about two inches up before he stopped. Sweat was now dripping down his skin and he was breathing hard. His huge heart was beating fast, pumping big gushes of blood though the huge muscles in his legs. As soon as he stopped I pushed up the bar with the least amount of force I could until those legs started pushing the bar higher. He grunted and those muscles bulged with unbelievable size as they forced the bar to the top.

He jumped off the machine and yelled "Fuck yeah!" as flexed his legs in the mirror. "They must be 37 or 38 inches. Look at those fuckers! Look how big they are!" His huge cock was rock hard. I got on my knees and started feeling and licking those muscles. They were incredibly massive and pumped. Both his thighs and calves were incredibly pumped. They were absolutely huge. So huge, so hard, so hot, so sweaty, so sexy. My cock was so hard I could hardly stand it.

"One more set," Mike said. "I'm goin' up to 855. That will be a record for me and you're here to spot me so I can make these fuckers burn even more. They're gonna get even bigger!" I looked at the machine. There were eight 45 pound plates on each side. That was the maximum the machine could hold. I guess the manufacturer didn't think any human could hack squat with more than 765 pounds. They never saw Mike's legs. "Uh, Mike, the machine's full. You're too strong for the machine." Mike looked at the machine and frowned. "They should make these machines bigger. Sometimes there are real men workin' out in here, not just little college dorks like you. Okay, I got a plan. I'll get on the machine and you put two plates behind my head, resting on my traps. You hold the weights there while I lift. And you spot me too. You got that?" That was a lot for my little body to do but I nodded my head.

Mike got on the machine and I put one of the plates behind his neck. He held it while I grabbed the other one and put it there too. He took his hand away and I grabbed onto to the two plates with all the puny little strength I had. "You ready, kid?" he said. "Yes, I think," I said meekly. He took out the safety hinge and lifted the bar all the way to the top. Then he lowered it and started pressing up. He grunted loudly as his huge legs started pressing himself and the 855 pounds up. Including his own weight, he was lifting over a half a ton. "Fuck I feel so strong!" he yelled as he pressed up the bar. It went up solidly and I didn't have to spot at all. "Oh fuck," I said as I looked at his legs. They were now beet red and drops of sweat were dripping off. Striations of muscle bulged under his skin. Veins were everywhere. And they were huge. He lowered the bar again and pressed it up. He got about half way and slowed down. I knew what to do. I pressed up a little bit on the weights behind his head and slowly he and the weights went back up. All the while I was staring at his legs, legs that were so big and pumped and shredded it was beyond belief. He got to the top and yelled "Fucking strong!" He lowered the weight again and pressed it back up, this time with a little more help from me. "Fuck my legs feel like they're on fire!" he yelled. "What a fucking burn! One more rep!"

He lowered the bar and started pressing it back up. He needed help right from the beginning, but I gave him as little help as possible. I gave him just enough help so he could slowly push up the bar. "Look at your fucking muscles, Mike. Look how fucking big they are. Look how fucking pumped they are. Look at all those fibers. Look at all those veins. They're doin' all the pushing Mike. I'm just helping a little bit. Those muscles are sooooo strong! They're huge and they're strong!"

He got to the top and jumped up off the hack machine. The two plates fell to the ground. He stood in front of the mirror and looked at himslef. "Oh fuck, 855 pounds! My quads are so big! They are so fucking huge! And they feel like they're on fire! They're burning so much!" I got on my knees and faced him. "I'm gonna feel that fire with my tongue. I'm gonna worship your legs, Mike. I'm gonna lick all that sweat off your huge hot muscles. I'm gonna make your whole body so hot you're gonna want to fuck my face." Mike looked down at me and smiled. His cock was already semi hard and it suddenly sprang up to almost full hardness. He pushed his huge leg into my face.

I was now going to be able to worship Mike’s huge legs, to feel all that muscle, to feel it’s strength, it’s hardness. To run my hands over those hot, sweaty muscle fibers, to feel the huge slabs of muscle, the veins. I was going to get him and me so hot we were going to have the best sex we had ever had. His cock was already rock hard. He loved looking at his huge legs. He loved his huge muscles. And I did too. We were both going to go crazy over his huge muscles.

I looked at Mike's huge legs in the mirror. “Oh fuck,” I said as I took in the enormity of his incredibly muscular legs. His 37 inch pumped up thighs were bigger than my little 33 inch chest. His 26 inch calves were as big as my waist. His legs were absolutely enormous. I stood beside him and flexed my own little stick legs, little sticks with no muscle to flex at all. He laughed and flexed his huge monsters. The muscles bulged with unbelievable size. It was hard to believe that so much muscle could be packed on his femur bone. What a picture of strength and weakness!

“Oh fuck,” I said again as I started running my hands around all that muscle. ‘Your legs are soooo big. Soooo strong. Soooo hard!” I started licking them as I felt them, licking off the salty sweat as I felt the bulging muscle. I licked his calves too. Those calves were so big and hard. He had more muscle in one calf than I had in my whole body. Mike started groaning as I worshipped his legs. I fondled his huge muscles and I licked his hot sweaty skin. I was moaning in pleasure and talking about how big and strong his legs were. He was getting hotter and hotter. His huge cock was twitching. But I didn’t want to touch it. I wanted to get him even hotter.

I got on my knees in front of him and looked up at his face. He was so beautiful. He was a man among men. A drop-dead brutally handsome face with s strong jaw, firm cheekbones, tan skin and clear blue eyes. A thick muscular neck and huge trap muscles leading out to extremely wide shoulders capped with inches of muscle. His wide lats flared out like wings and tapered down to his narrow athletic hips. His pecs were so big I could hardly see his face. His abs were an incredible washboard of muscle. “You are a man, Mike. I am a boy and you are a man. Look at your body. It’s perfect. Your muscles are so big, so hard, so strong. Every one of your muscles deserves to be worshipped.”

I ran my hands up to his abs and roamed them around his torso – his abs, his pecs, his lats, his shoulders, his traps. He was moaning as I caressed him. I ran my fingers lightly over his tan skin, feeling every muscle, feeling the hotness of his body. “But the best part of you is your legs,” I said as I dropped down and started caressing his legs again. “Your legs are beyond gorgeous. Your legs are incredible. Your legs are enormous. You have the legs of a young god. You are a god of muscle. I am worshipping the legs of a young god.” I was now moaning as I caressed his legs and he was moaning too. I ran my hands over his big round bubble butt and felt the hard muscles there. “And your butt is so round, so firm, so strong. It helps your huge legs press those huge weights. You are a fucking god.” Then I leaned in and touched his rock hard dick with my tongue. “Oh fuck!” he yelled. His cock was pulsating. I started licking his balls as I fondled his huge legs. He was moaning in pleasure as I licked each huge ball. I smelled the sweat that was evaporating from his crotch. It was so strong, so pungent, so manly, so muscular. Even his sweat was muscular.

I ran my hands over his calves and marveled at the incredible size and hardness of those 27 inch monsters. I moved up to his hamstrings and couldn’t believe how big and shredded they were. I felt his firm round muscle butt, which was as muscular and hard as the rest of his body. Then I moved to his huge quad muscles, muscles that had just squatted 855 pounds. I shuddered as I thought how strong those muscles were. By now, Mike was thrusting his hips as I licked and sucked his balls. Precum started forming on the tip of his penis. I moved my tongue up to his cock and started licking it, all the way from the base to the tip, a total of 11 inches. His cock was just as huge as his legs, very thick and very hard. It was as thick as a Red Bull can and much harder than that aluminum can. I licked and nibbled his huge man tool. Now he was yelling in ecstasy. I put my lips around that huge cock from the side and sucked it. I sucked and licked as I went up and down that huge monster. He was now going crazy, thrusting his hips and yelling and panting while precum was oozing out of the tip of that huge monster. I looked up at him, grabbed his huge legs and said “Fuck me!” I opened my mouth as wide as I could and wrapped my lips aroung that huge monster and got it into my mouth. It was almost too big for me to handle but I got it in. I immediately started sucking and licking and now Mike was going absolutely crazy. In one huge thrust he jammed his cock down my throat and started ramming it in and out of my throat with violent thrusts of his hips. I held on to his huge legs, feeling the muscle flex and bulge with each thrust. His cock was so big and thick my reflexes wanted to gag, but I was so turned on by his huge muscles and his violent fucking I didn't gag. I wanted this huge muscle stud to fuck me forever. I ran my hands over his huge legs and sucked and licked his huge cock as he fucked and fucked and fucked me. My cock was rock hard and was quivering with excitement.

He started thrusting faster and was now grunting and yelling in wild ecstasy. Finally he screamed as cum started bursting out of his cock, streaming down my throat. He kept thrusting as his cum filled up my stomach, spurt after spurt after spurt of thick creamy stud cum. I had millions of muscle stud sperms filling up my stomach, millions of sperms that could create millions of studs like Mike. And they were all in my stomach. I came immediately too, spurting my puny little squirts of sperm on the floor. It was the best orgasm I ever had.

He kept his semi-hard cock in my throat for a long time as he slowly pulled it in and out of my mouth, letting my mouth and throat stroke his still sensitive cock. He was looking at his huge legs in the mirror, legs that I was feeling with my little hands. "That was incredible," he said. "Mmmmmm," I moaned as I licked and sucked his cock and felt his huge monsters of muscle. He looked down at me with his commanding blue eyes. "Tomorrow at the same time," he said. "After my workout I'm gonna fuck your little ass." I rubbed his legs and sucked and licked even harder. "Mmmmmm," I moaned as I nodded my head. His cock started getting harder in my mouth. I looked up and him and said, "Fuck me again now, stud! And fuck me tomorrow too! Fuck me every day, you fucking stud!" His cock got real hard. "Yeah!" he roared as he picked me up and spun me around so my ass was facing him. He flexed his huge legs in the mirror as he rubbed his huge cock on my ass. "Oh god, your legs are so huge," I moaned as I looked at his muscles and felt his hard cock on my ass. He grinned. "They're gonna get even bigger! And this cock's gonna fuck you every day! We're gonna have a great summer." I smiled and nodded my head.

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