Flip, This House!
by Londonboy
Late last night I was sitting at home – depressed that the weekend was coming to an end – and not ready to go to sleep. I was running through the unlimited channels on the TV as quickly as possible – having memorized what each show offered without even watching it for a few seconds. I was about to give up and turn in when I happened upon one of the local cable stations that were airing some type of home improvement show. It had a warning that the show had material inappropriate for anyone under eighteen. That warning, and the fact that the host of the show was a hot well-built surfer dude, caught my attention.
The host’s name was Chuck – it figured – and the show was not a home improvement show, but a home demolition show. Chuck explained that the show was live. It followed a crew as they were brought in to clear a lot by tearing down the present structure. It was done live to prove that this kind of destruction could happen in one day – unlike shows that professed to do things within twenty-four hours but you knew they didn’t. The thought of a bunch of hot sweaty guys swinging big tools or riding manly bulldozers made me put down the remote and stay with this show. It was obviously not a well-made show – and I could tell there was just some guy with a semi powerful hand-held camera following the crew around. Still, the hope of one shirtless guy – maybe even the built Chuck, himself going shirtless – made me hopeful. There was no way I could have been prepared for the true star of the show.
Chuck was standing in the middle of the camera shot and seemed to be introducing the crew. He called out the name “Flip” and a giant torso filled the entire screen behind the host – it was a freaking monster-of-a-guy walking into the shot. Chuck’s upper body was the focus of the camera angle so this made it impossible to see Flip’s head at all – he was simply too big. All you could see were shoulders that stuck out way beyond Chuck’s well built body, two massive pecs that looked like giant couch pillows, and arms that screamed to burst from the sleeves of the strained polo the guy was wearing. My mouth fell open as I registered that the obviously tall Chuck didn’t even come up to this guy’s chin. Chuck kept talking for a while and I found myself shouting at the TV – begging the cameraman to pull the shot back. As if he heard my pleas – the camera slowly began to pull back – almost teasingly. In the time it took for the camera to pull back far enough to show the entire massive bulk of Flip, I had all of my clothes off – fully intending to shoot my load before the show was over. At this point there was no way I could have foreseen how many times that would actually happen.
To say Flip was gorgeous would have been lying. He was not this drop-dead beauty, but he was a fucking bear of a man. He had a full brown beard and bushy dark hair – filled with streaks of gray. He looked to be about fifty-five or so. My childhood fantasies of Paul Bunyan did not prepre me for the real lumberjack I saw on the screen. Chuck was still talking but I had not heard a thing he said. His body looked like a fourteen year old ninety-pound weakling when compared to the mountain man behind him. My eyes were glued to every bulging muscle of my new dream man named Flip.
Chuck introduced two other men on the crew. The camera turned to show the guys in the back seat of a huge SUV in the driveway. They were obviously asleep. Chuck was saying something about the job they had just finished and how the two guys were still worn out. I could tell the men were pretty big and would usually have made me get excited – but they were nothing compared to Flip. Put both of them together and they still didn’t equal the size of that fucking incredible body. I was happy when the camera returned to Chuck and Flip. Now they were standing side by side and I could get a real sense of Flip’s true size. He was enormous. Flip was wearing baggy cargo shorts that had been ripped a little at the sides so his muscled quads could have room to explode in numerous directions. The separation in his legs was unbelievable – and it gave the appearance of a wall of muscle painted behind some bodybuilder’s powerful legs – but then you realized that all of it was this one man. He had upper legs that were wider than the largest part of my body. I knew immediately that no man-made force on earth could stop those powerful pillars of muscle.
At that moment Flip reached up to scratch his head – and I saw his bicep contract into something bigger than a basketball – and it wasn’t even flexed. What really made me want to cum was the fact that his raised bent arm was a few inches above Chuck’s head. Flip was a fucking giant! Chuck could have reached up and did pull-ups on that massive arm – if he had been able to get his normal man-sized hands over that giant bicep. Chuck was saying something that caught my attention – he repeated that this demolition show did not use any tools or machines. I didn’t understand at first and then he said, “This is the only machine we need!” reaching up to pat Flip’s mammoth sized shoulder. I began to stroke my rock hard cock. I was going to witness this huge man tearing down a house – it was almost too much to bear. I slowed down the motion on my rod – just to save myself for later.
Chuck then asked Flip to prepare himself for the upcoming job – telling him to show everyone his uniform. Flip then reaches up to the lapel of his polo shirt, grabs both sides tightly, and pulls the shirt apart – the rip down the middle allowed his massive chest to be freed. It reminded me of a powerful force of water bursting through a huge dam. The sound of the ripping cloth, the soft grunting of Flip as he easily tore his shirt from his body, and the sight of those hairy pecs and abs being unveiled caused me to shoot the first - of what I knew would be many - powerful loads of cum all over my body. It landed on my shoulder, in my hair, and all over my chest. I did nothing to clean it up – I could not afford to take my eyes from this show for even a second. I simply took my hand from my cock to give myself a few minutes of rest – knowing it would have to recuperate quickly since Flip had not even begun his work.
At this point Flip was wearing nothing but huge tan workman’s boots and those too-tight cargo pants. He was the definition of the alpha male. I could tell – by the way Flip acted and responded to Chuck – that he was not the smartest guy on the block. It didn’t matter, though, because he could easily beat up one hundred of the smartest guys on the block at the same time. There was no human being that would not be intimidated in his presence – and Flip was fully aware of the power he possessed. He could care less about being smart – this was a man that just wanted strength and knew he had it. This made him sexier than any beautiful model or actor in the world. The thought of the control this man had over us mere mortals was an unbelievable turn-on. I longed to meet Flip in person.
I forced myself to stop fantasizing and returned my focus to the show. Flip was walking up to a stand-alone garage that was a few yards from the two-story doomed house. I could tell there was an apartment over the garage. The cameraman and Chuck stood pretty far back – to get a good shot of Flip in action, but also because they were probably scared of getting hurt. Flip stood at the side of the two-car garage. He ran his hands along the wall at the end of the long structure – as if he was trying to choose the perfect spot for his work. I was, again, stroking my hardened cock because I anticipated Flip putting his fists through the wall. This was a major fantasy of mine – seeing a guy punch holes in concrete. Flip took his open palms and pressed them against the wall – and then he performed a few movements that looked like he was doing push-ups against the building. Suddenly, Flip brought back his powerful arms – causing my cock to jerk at the side view of his flexed biceps – and slammed them into the building. I couldn’t fathom why he wasn’t using his fists – and was a little disappointed – until I saw that the explosive force of his arms and open hands sent the entire building falling over sideways. As I shot my second load of cum into the air – as high and powerful as the first – I watched the entire garage collapse as if some child had flicked a house of cards with his finger. My orgasm was so intense that I missed Chuck and the cameraman exclaiming their amazement. “Holy fuck!” was all Chuck kept repeating. The camera seemed to jerk up and down dramatically after the structure came down and I could swear the cameraman was also cumming. Flip just rubbed his hands together as if he were brushing off dust and then placed those huge paws on his hips. He turned to the camera and smiled – knowing that thousands of men across the city had just had the same reaction as mine. God, the guy was so cocky! His attitude made me stay hard even though my cock was worn out by the two intense orgasms coming so close together.
After a few seconds my heart stopped beating heavily and I heard Chuck asking a question. He was pointing to something in the rubble of the garage – it looked like two cars – or what remained of two cars. Since the show was live I could hear Chuck going through some papers he had with him and then saying out loud, “Oh, God, no! Flip, I think we are in trouble. We’ve got the wrong house! I think it’s that one!” The cameraman turned the shot onto Chuck. Chuck was looking across the street at a two-story monster house that did indeed look deserted. “Flip, this house!” Chuck said pointing frantically in that direction. At this point you heard a door opening and a voice shouting in concern. The camera turned to reveal a young guy – thirty-five or six – coming from the house that went with the destroyed garage.
“What have you guys done? What happened? How did you tear that down? Where’s the bulldozer? I’m calling the police. Get that fucking camera out of my face.” The guy grabbed Chuck by the shirt and pulled him close. “I am going to have your head on a platter, boy. You are dead. So dead.”
Thank goodness the cameraman knew this would make great television and kept everything rolling. The shot was pretty tight on the guy and Chuck – and I could tell Chuck was shaking a little from fear. The young guy looked like he could kill someone. Suddenly a huge hand seemed to come out of nowhere and grab the guy’s shoulder. I watched as the giant fingers began to grip the child-like sized shoulder harder. A look of pain shot across the angry man’s face and he let go of Chuck immediately. The guy reached up with both hands and tried to pry the fingers - that looked as thick as soda cans - away from his shoulder. The grip tightened more and I could hear bones readjusting to try and bear the pressure. The young man cried out in pain. Flip’s bear-like hand spun the guy around so he was looking right at the bottom of a heaving massive chest. The camera caught the guy’s eyes growing as wide as saucers and his body stumbling back to take in the giant standing in front of him. He was holding on to his shoulder – still in pain – but the fear that registered across his face was almost humorous. I was certainly glad I wasn’t in his shoes right now.
Flip suddenly threw his body into a most muscular pose and growled like a thousand lions had just inhabited his body. It was like in the old television series when Lou Ferrigno as the Hulk wanted to show his power and intimidate someone. The guy’s face went completely white, the front of his crotch tented because of his instant hard on, and then he fell backwards to the ground – out cold. He had fainted in fear, but not before the god-like giant in front of him had turned him on. Flip laughed out loud and then turned to the camera. He repeated his Hulk-like imitation for the audience at home and my cock spewed for the third time – just from the sight of that man flexing and the sound of his deafening growl. My orgasm was partially from his display of power, but mostly from fear mixed with desire – caused by the bulges popping out all over his body – his shoulders, his arms, his chest, and even his neck. My cock was full of pain as it forced another load of cum from my body. Flip had caused me to pump semen from an empty well – now that was true power!
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Chuck was telling Flip and the other guys to move to the house across the street. The camera followed the giant as he walked up to the gate at the end of the house’s driveway. I could hear Chuck in the background saying something about getting the key from the SUV. Flip just reached down to the large padlock on the chain that held the two sides of the gate together. He wrapped his hand around the metal and lightly squeezed. You could hear a sound that reminded me of Styrofoam being folded in on itself. Flip opened his hand to reveal an unrecognizable chunk of metal that had simply been destroyed. He let it fall to the ground and then pushed open the gates. Flip was now all about the show. He pushed the gates pretty hard so they swung violently around and smacked up against the stone wall surrounding the yard. The hinges of the gates ripped out of the bricks and the gates fell to the ground. Flip followed the driveway along the side of the house and went to a door that apparently went to the kitchen. Chuck was yelling in the background that he knew for sure this was the right house. Flip turned and smiled at him – and then nodded his head.
Flip was standing in front of the solid metal and wood door that must have been created to offer security. Flip assumed the viewers realized, by this time, that no door could offer resistance if he wanted to bust through it – so he thought he’d show off in a different way. He ran his hands along the bricks that outlined the frame of the door. Chuck, again, said he had some keys for the door but he had to figure out which was the right one. Flip just grunted and then took the fingers of both hands and shoved them into the cement between the doorframe and the bricks. I kid you not. He pressed his fingers into cement like it was no harder than cake batter. My cock shot harder than it had been all night. I actually cried out in pain from the instant hard on I got. Flip dug his hands far into the wall – bricks near where he was working began to break in two and fall from the wall. At first I did not know what Flip intended to do but then he yelled like a wild man and pulled the entire door – frame and all – from its place in the wall. Bricks flew everywhere. Pieces of concrete fell from above the door around it. You could hear two-by-fours and other pieces of wood breaking like they were small twigs. Flip stepped back about ten feet – his back now rippling with even new muscles from the slight exertion he gave to rip out the door. He lifted the door and frame high above his head and then tossed it hard through a big window to the right of the new hole in the side of the house. The camera followed the door as it flew into the room – shattering the window. Flip used enough force to make the door go flying into the wall on the other side of the kitchen. It sank into the wall leaving half of it sticking out into the kitchen like those old ironing boards you’d lower from the wall. I knew that the other half of the door must have been sticking out into the room on the other side.
Flip stepped into the kitchen and waited for the cameraman to come in, as well. The camera panned the room and we could see it was a large kitchen with a huge island in the middle that also had a range top. It also had a huge stainless steel and iron double oven in the corner. There were heavy slate-covered counters everywhere. It was obvious that the house was deserted because there was no furniture or any other items. Flip wasted no time. He walked quickly to the oven – grabbing it at both sides. The camera focused on his right hand as it grabbed the iron siding to the oven – and I watched as his hands made the iron cave in from his grip - like it was only play dough. Because his hands had manipulated the iron and steel so easily it enabled Flip to have a solid grasp of the huge appliance. He grunted again and, in one quick movement, ripped the stove from its place. The sound of pipes bursting and the counters near the oven being shattered filled the room as he lifted the stove above his head. It made me unsure of what to watch. I just focused on his massive biceps bursting into inhuman peaks from the weight of the stove. Flip turned to the camera – holding the stove over his head. He lowered it and raised it three times as he calmly laughed. It was no task for him to lift a stove that probably took four huge men to bring in. Flip surprised the cameraman by suddenly acting like he was going to toss the stove in his direction. The guy must have panicked and ducked quickly – because the angle of the shot immediately dropped even with Flip’s incredible calves. The camera quickly turned back up and I could see that Flip was holding the stove out in front of his chest – as if it weighed no more than a pillow. He was, again, laughing. Chuck yelled from the back, “Come on Flip – stop kidding around. We have a lot of work to do.”
Flip lifted the stove back over his head and turned toward one of the walls in the kitchen. The back yard was clearly beyond it. Without even a sound – or even a warning – Flip brought the stove back behind his head and then sent it flying through the wall. I could tell that the room must have shaken greatly from the impact. I actually heard the cameraman – or Chuck – scream like a scared little kid. The camera caught everything, though. The stove created a huge hole – taking out most of the wall. Part of the ceiling along the edge came down – Flip must have taken out a load-bearing beam that held up the second floor. There was no time to stop and think about what he had just done. Immediately Flip started walking around the kitchen raising his fists and bringing them down one at a time on the counters. It was a fucking incredible display of power. He would bring his fist down hard and the entire counter would shatter and the cabinets below would buckle into scraps of wood. It was shocking to watch because it was so quick and effective. When he got to the double-sided stainless steel sink he did the same motion with both hands at the same time and the entire counter on that side crashed to the floor. That obviously made Flip very happy because he, again, turned to the camera and smiled broadly – raising his fists in the air like he was a boxer. It was too beautiful to describe. At this point there was nothing in the room higher than Flip’s calves – except for the large island in the middle. Flip had destroyed the entire kitchen in less than five minutes.
Flip moved around to one side of the island. The thing was about as big as a king-size bed and came up to a normal size man’s midsection. Flip placed his two huge paws along the side of the island. He was facing a wall and door that probably went to the dining room. Flip shoved the island hard – continuing to move with it – into the wall. The motion took the door, the wall, and the remains counters and cabinets with it. Flip had basically created a larger room with one shove. The island miraculously survived the ordeal and now stood in the center of the dining room with chunks of the old wall on top of it. Flip raised his two fists again and brought them down – much harder than before – on the island. The force of his arms sent the island straight through the concrete floor into the basement below. I was thankful the cameraman was not further in the room because a huge part of the floor was sent flying below. Flip again struck a most muscular pose, grunting loudly – obviously impressed by his own display of power. He turned to the cameraman and Chuck and motioned for both of them to go into the next room. The camera showed the huge hole in the floor as it moved to the front hallway through an archway. It panned a huge curving staircase that went to the second floor, a big chandelier hanging in the middle, and the large double front doors. Flip was leaning into the room – checking to see where the two men were standing. He motioned them to move back a little – away from the wall that divided the front hallway and the dining room and then he disappeared. The cameraman must have been on many trips like this because he knew exactly what to do. The camera stayed focused on the wall. Suddenly something came flying powerfully through the wall. I got excited because I knew it was Flip’s fist and huge arm. When the dust cleared a little I saw it was his head. Flip’s hair had plaster in it and he turned his face up to smile at the camera. He had made a huge hole in the wall with just his head. Flip motioned with his chin for the guys to back up even more. Suddenly, Flip’s entire body came crashing through the wall – like a football player running through a paper sign at a pep rally. It was an incredible sight. There was a huge gaping hole – equal to the size of his body. Flip still had a huge smile across his face.
I could tell that Flip was just getting started. He walked to the base of the huge staircase. He placed his right hand on the thick wooden banister. In one mighty yank Flip pulled the entire railing down. Every wooden pole supporting the hand rest snapped in two because of the tremendous force from his arm. Flip held the long piece of curved heavy wood in one hand. He raised it in the air and then brought it down on to the staircase. The railing shattered and small slivers of wood went flying everywhere. Flip walked up the staircase and the camera feasted on his powerful ass and legs as it followed him. His body had a slight white dust covering that highlighted the muscles as he moved. He looked like a giant Greek statue of Hercules – all he needed was a big club. When we got upstairs Flip turned left and went into what must have been the master bedroom. First he walked in a giant circle in the middle of the large room – like he was measuring something. He then stepped into the huge bathroom just past the bedroom. He walked to the counter with two sinks and – like in the kitchen – brought his fist down quickly to demolish it in one swift swing. Turning, he reached down with his left hand and grabbed the toilet by the side of the bowl. He ripped it from the floor as if he were taking the lid off a piece of Tupperware. He held the bowl in the air for a second – his arm bulging from the destruction he just caused. Then Flip merely tossed the toilet sideways and it went flying through the bathroom wall – shattering from the impact but at the same time creating a hole because of his unbelievable strength. Against another wall was a large tiled Jacuzzi bathtub – made for three to four people. Flip got on the floor and lay on his back – propping himself up by his arms. He placed his two giant boot covered feet against the tub figuring out just where to aim. He bent his legs and brought them up to his chest – his shorts ripped further up the side as he flexed. Then, bringing his feet back to the tub with the force of a rocket going to the moon, he sent the entire Jacuzzi soaring into the back yard. The entire back wall of the bathroom, along with a huge chunk of the floor, flew onto the lawn. The camera shook vigorously because the house was rocked by the impact. It looked like an earthquake was happening.
In a dance like movement Flip was back on his feet and returned to the bedroom. He walked to the double doors that opened into the room from the hallway. He reached up to the top of each of them with both hands – grabbing them tightly. He tore them from the wall – hinges and all – and then tossed them to the side of the room. He turned and pointed to the hallway – signifying that the cameraman and Chuck should stand out there. He had obviously ripped off the doors so there would be a good view of what he was about to do. The anticipation was too much. I found myself trying to guess what feat of strength he might do next – but so far he had topped my wildest fantasies every time. Again, he walked in a circle around the room and then settled for a spot in the middle. He looked up to check how high the vaulted ceiling was – but there was no way I could have guessed why. Flip bent his powerful legs bringing his perfect ass nearer to the floor and resting his hands on his powerful thighs. I heard the material of his pants tear even more from the mountains of muscles that exploded in his legs. In one powerful jump Flip went high into the air – almost hitting the ceiling – and then came down on the floor with a loud thud. The entire house shook violently and we heard the giant chandelier in the front foyer go crashing to the floor. I was so disappointed that the camera had not been there. Flip looked a little frustrated. He bent down again – let out a loud yell as he propelled himself back into the air – and then came down ten times harder than before. Instantly the entire floor of the master bedroom sank to the first floor. Flip went with it and was still standing when the dust settled – except now he was one floor lower. The camera panned the room to show that Flip’s powerful legs had forced the floor to be shoved down. Then entire floor had fallen - right up to the doorway where Chuck and the cameraman stood. The camera stayed on Flip looking up to the second floor and smiling. He looked right at the camera and spoke for the very first time. I could tell he was ordering Chuck to do something. He simply said, “It is time to prepare the workers,” and walked toward the hallway and the front door. You could hear Chuck answering something like, “Yes sir, Flip. I think they are ready.” The cameraman quickly turned and went back down the stairs focusing on the broken chandelier on the floor and then following Flip out the front doors.
The SUV was in the driveway – near the front door. Flip seized the handle to the back door and opened it – pulling too hard. The entire door came off in his hand. The massive man was apparently excited about something and did not realize his own strength. He looked back at Chuck – somewhat ashamed. The camera stayed on Flip but you could hear Chuck saying, “Aw Flip, no. That’s the third car door this week. You gotta remember not to get too excited. When you get excited you don’t think and look what happens. You’re just so fucking strong. Don’t worry – it’s okay. But be careful with the guys, now. We can’t replace them.” Flip dropped the door and nodded shyly. He then leaned into the back seat and grabbed the sleeping guys – one with each hand. He easily pulled them both out of the car. Each man began to wake up – and immediately had looks of desire on their face. The men were the size of well-developed bodybuilders, but they looked like small guys next to the hulking nearly seven foot tall Flip. He was huge and held both guys in front of him – as if they each weighed nothing. They were each wearing denim workman overalls and t-shirts. Flip held them about two feet in the air – just by the front of their overalls. He set them on the ground and their heads were just even with his humongous chest. He reached around – grabbing their heads and pulled their faces into his pecs. Both guys opened their mouths like babies expecting a bottle. Both men immediately found his big nipples and began sucking – as if they were trying to get some life-giving nectar from that massive chest.
Flip moaned loudly and pressed their heads into his chest roughly. The two men were focused on giving this big man’s nips a thorough work over – as if they were competing. They were not, however, too busy to reach down and begin to rub their own hard cocks through the denim. Their moans of pleasure began to mix with Flip’s – as did mine. I suddenly realized that the two guys were not there to help Flip with the demolition – they were only there to appease his sexual appetite that was fueled by his own strength and abilities. He was taking a break from the destruction of the house to get release and pleasure from these two big guys. The thought of this muscleman getting off pushed me to the edge of losing cock control. I forced myself not to cum again – hoping to release my load at the same time Flip did. I returned my attention to the show to see Flip release his strong grip on the guys’ heads and raise his arms into the most beautiful double bicep pose I have ever seen. The peaks of his arms were twice the size of their heads. There was some good definition – but mostly there was just fucking size. Flip began to look back and forth at each bicep as he made them peak hard and then lowered them again. As he performed this show of mind-blowing control he leaned his face into his arms and kissed each muscled mound – first his right, then his left, then back to his right and so on. Each bodybuilder kept one hand on their own cock, their mouths sucking on the now rock hard nipples, and now let their other hand move up to the monstrous peaked biceps above their head. While they worked on Flip’s chest they let their gaze turn upward to the mountains being flexed. I, along with both men – not to mention probably half the men of our city – was in muscle heaven. The sound of the sucking, the sight of those muscled arms, and watching Flip admire himself almost sent me over a line of no return. I forced my hand to leave my hard cock – refusing to touch it again - even with just a finger – because I know it would have shot like a missile launched to another country. I could feel my heart trying to return to normal beating – and my body working hard to calm down from the show in front of me.
Flip unexpectedly lowered his arms and wrapped them around both men – lifting them from the ground but not disturbing their work on his chest. He held them tight to his body and I could tell they were having trouble breathing because of his squeeze. Flip walked around to the front of the truck. He put both men back down on the ground and then reached up to pull their heads from his nipples – it sounded like the corks on champagne bottles popping as their mouths left his chest. Both men immediately made sounds of longing – like a child whining for his mother. Flip seized one guy at the waist and lifted him easily to sit on the hood of the car. He spread the guy’s legs and then grasped the other guy by the front of his overalls – shoving him down to sit on the bumper of the SUV in between the other guy’s legs. Flip then pressed his incredibly wide body up against both men. I could tell right away the goal of this little maneuver. The guy on the hood was the perfect height to continue working on Flip’s chest and the big man on the bumper was even with Flips crotch. There were no orders exchanged – each man simply followed their desires and instantly started servicing the colossal man. Flip let his head fall back in pleasure as the lower man opened his mouth and pressed it up against the hard piece of huge meat that strained against the cargo pants. The shot was actually humorous because it looked like the smaller bodybuilder was trying to get a two-liter soda bottle into his mouth. I had not noticed how enormous Flip was down below, as well. I had been too focused on his inconceivable body. They guy sitting on the hood alternated between Flip’s pecs - sucking and biting on both protruding nipples. It actually looked like he bit down pretty hard – and each time you could hear Flip grunt in appreciation.
Like the immediate rush Flip must have gotten from destroying something, I believe he finally reached a point where he wanted the rush that could only come from orgasm. He pulled his crotch back from the guy on the bumper – being careful not to pull his chest from the adoration it was receiving – and ripped off his shorts in one quick movement. His granite-like log of a dick sprang out and pointed toward the guy in front of it. Flip brought his crotch forward and pressed the head of his giant cock into the waiting mouth of the workman. I have no idea how the guy opened his mouth and throat wide enough to accept that piece of meat – it could only be that he had worked up to it over the last few years. I was nervous that he was going to die from choking when Flip started to push the insanely big rod forward and back in the guy’s mouth. At first Flip was gentle – he seemed to know how to get the guy ready to take the whole thing. After finally shoving his cock completely into the guy’s open throat Flip began to face fuck him hard. The workman braced his head up against the crotch of the guy on the hood - so when Flip pressed into his mouth the motion also pounded the other guy’s hard cock. Both men were getting much pleasure from Flip’s powerful hammering. After a few minutes the guy below could not contain himself any longer. The beating his throat was receiving from Flip’s dick sent him into a powerful orgasm. He moaned loudly and shook all over as Flip pushed his cock hard into his mouth one last time – allowing the hair around the base to press into the guy’s face. A dark wet stain appeared at the crotch of the guy’s overalls and his body went limp from exhaustion. The guy on the hood never stopped chomping down on Flip’s erect nipples. Flip pulled his monster prick out of the guy’s mouth and reached down – again grabbing the front of the guy’s overalls. He lifted the spent body of the workman high in the air and dropped him on the hood behind the other worker – still busy on the massive chest. I worried that the guy was dead but then I saw him curl up like a baby – apparently satisfied and worn out. This explained why the two guys were sleeping all the time. They were only awakened when the giant needed pleasure. They were simply his sex toys. It was all I could do not to place my hand back on my cock – but I didn’t. I still wanted to wait until Flip came. I began to worry that soon my rod would spew its juice without me even touching it – I was that excited.
I watched as Flip backed away from the hood – the guy tried to follow the nipple as it moved from his mouth, but Flip’s big hand stopped him. Flip grabbed the front of the guy’s overalls and lifted him – placing his other hand at the guys back. Flip easily turned him around and laid him on the hood of the car – leaving the guy’s legs and butt hanging off. Flip gripped the back of the guy’s overalls and quickly pulled his hands apart – ripping the denim from the beefy body. The guy, of course, wasn’t wearing any underwear – Flip obviously demanded easy access. His ass was hanging right at the front of the hood. Flip had to bend his knees slightly but he was able to aim his monstrous tool right at the guy’s asshole. Flip knew that this workman would not be able to accept his entire huge manhood unless it was forced into him quickly – none of this slow easing in. Flip pressed the dickhead up against the man’s crack and then shoved the full thing in until his crotch met the guy’s ass cheeks. The guy screamed out in pain and his head and upper body rose off the hood. Veins popped out all over his neck and muscled body - because of the strain caused by being forced to accept something so freakishly huge into his ass. I shut my eyes quickly because I knew I was about to shoot my load – I prayed that seeing only darkness for a few seconds would calm me down. It worked but I knew I was barely spared from losing my personal desire of waiting for Flip. I reopened my eyes to see that Flip was not being gentle with the guy. Flip was moving his crotch roughly backward and forward into the guy’s ass. After a few times the man began to cry out in ecstasy instead of pain. I am sure this was not the first time he had been fucked by Flip – but no man on earth could ever get used to having a redwood shoved inside him. Each time Flip pushed in the giant SUV jerked forward. You could tell that the parking brake was on because the wheels didn’t turn – instead the entire car just skidded forward. The power in his thrusts was just too much. Flip was going to have none of that. He bent over forward and grabbed the huge front bumper at either end. He stood up – even unbending his knees and the front end of the giant car came off the ground. The guy that was passed out on the hood rolled up against the front window with a thud – but nothing was going to revive him at this moment.
Flip continued to work on the guy’s ass as he held the front end of the car level with his crotch. From behind it actually looked like Flip was fucking the car – especially from the way it was rocking. I began to realize that there was no way for me to prevent myself from cumming – and I wasn’t even stroking my cock. It was throbbing hard and had turned a dark purple-red. I prayed that Flip was close too. I wanted to share in his orgasm. A sound from the TV forced my body to delay its cum explosion. I stared at the screen to see what was making a noise like metal scraping or bending. When I saw what it was my body stopped functioning completely – I didn’t even breathe. As Flip pounded the guys ass – holding the car in place so it wouldn’t roll – the force of his cock caused the large bumper to bend outward towards Flip. He was causing metal to bend just from the movement of his crotch. The bumper already looked like the horns of a bull mounted on a wall – all bent out. The cameraman was shaking uncontrollably – probably shooting another load – but he faithfully kept the camera on Flip. Suddenly, there came a loud burst of thunder – wait, no, it was Flip shouting from pleasure. The camera zoomed in on Flip’s hands crushing the ends of the bumper easily – making it look like he was wadding up a piece of aluminum foil. Next the camerman focused on Flips powerful ass – right when he released his built-up load of cum into the workman. The muscles down the giant’s backside exploded everywhere. His quads flared out so wide that they almost stretched across the entire front of the car. The dimples in his ass pressed his cheeks in so much that you knew they were strong enough to crack a bat placed between them. And the wide spread of his back – caused by the damage he was doing to that bumper – made him appear like five big men standing beside each other.
My body was still frozen. I had not cum. Flip had already stopped his freakish spasms and was setting the car back down on the ground. I was in great pain from the need for release – but something was preventing me from shooting my load. I began to worry that I was having a brain aneurism and was about to die. I could barely focus on what was happening on the screen. Flip pulled his giant cock out of the guy’s ass and then pushed him further up on the hood next to his co-worker. Both men were completely out. He walked to the side of the SUV and grabbed both men – one around the waist and one by the overalls. He then stepped back and tossed them into the back seat of the car through the hole he had made by ripping off the door. And then Flip turned to the screen. It was the first time I saw his monster cock in relation to the rest of his massive pumped body. It was too astonishing to even begin to describe. For the third time that hour he looked at the screen – growled deeply – and went into his most muscular pose. Every part of his body blasted into muscles upon muscles. I was unable to see him on the screen because of the volcanic cum spewing between the TV and me. Everything went dark for a few seconds. The eruption of my cock caused me to black out. Even though I was out cold my body willed itself to regain consciousness – just so it could witness this amazing muscleman on the screen. I was still breathing hard and my body was wracked with pain. I simply ignored it and watched the television again.
Flip was walking back into the house and the cameraman and Chuck were following. When Flip got to the doorway he turned to the two men and motioned them to stop. He then flicked his hand instructing the two guys to back up. When they had obviously gotten far enough away Flip again motioned for them to stop. He then turned and went inside. Chuck stepped in front of the camera so there wouldn’t be down time on the screen. The poor guy looked horrible. He was clearly worn out and cum stains appeared all over him – his shirt, his forehead, his hair, and covering his pants. The man must have churned out as many loads as I had. It was apparent that he could barely stand up. He was saying something about going into the house soon to get more incredible shots of Flip when the two-story structure behind him simply imploded on itself. It was an amazing sight. There was no explosion – or loud noise preceding the destruction. The house just caved in on itself. It caused a huge amount of dust and when everything began to settle you could see there was a giant hole that everything basically fell into – it was the basement underneath the house. And there standing in the middle of the hole holding a huge mangled metal beam was Flip. He had ripped out a huge I-beam supporting the house and then used it to take out all the other load-bearing beams. I was pissed that the camera could not have been down there to show us Flip in action. I wanted desperately to see that Herculean man swinging that piece of metal - taking out anything it came in contact with. I knew that if the camera guy had been down there he would have been killed – but I still wished I had not missed the show. Flip was the only human being in the world that could have a building fall on top of him and still be standing.
Flip decided to have some fun with the beam once the camera focused on him again. He raised the fifteen-foot metal rod in the air and then slammed it into the concrete floor of the basement. The beam sank about five feet. He then put one hand around the middle of the beam and pressed his other palm slightly higher up. My still rigid cock intensified its hardness as I watched Flip easily bend the top of the beam over. The sound of metal screeching filled my apartment and made me long for another orgasm. I was just too worn out, though. My body could not find any juice to send forth. Flip then grabbed the end of the beam that he had bent a few feet in. He raised his hand and brought it down to the beam as if he was doing a karate chop. The force of his arm sent his hand slicing through the metal. It was like some magic trick. He chopped through a metal beam the way I used to break long thin blades of grass as a kid. My mouth dropped open as I sat there stunned. Flip then took the piece of metal he had broken off and slammed it into the beam slightly lower than the place where he had bent it. The two pieces of metal collided with a force that made the smaller one stick through the one that was slammed in the floor. Flip stepped back to reveal that he had made the letter “F.” My mouth was still wide open and my mind could not fathom what he had just done. There was no way a human could have that kind of power. Flip turned to survey his work and the camera followed his gaze. The entire house was demolished – except for the chimney!
Somehow the two-story brick formation at the end of the house remained standing. The cameraman knew this would bother Flip. He kept the camera on Flip as he moved to the edge of the basement and easily used his powerful legs to leap to the ground level. He stood beside the chimney.
Flip turned to the camera and smiled – just to make sure he had our attention. It was during this brief exchange that it registered he was still stark naked and his giant hard cock was sticking straight out from his body. He faced the chimney and then brought his right arm back and sent his fist flying into the brick structure with the force of a hundred torpedoes. The chimney seemed to burst into a million pieces and large chunks of bricks and cement fell on top of Flip. The camera caught these heavy portions of the chimney hitting Flip’s body – and when each of them struck his muscles they shattered into smaller pieces and fell to the ground. There was not even a scratch on the man’s perfect skin. Flip loved showing off that kind of power for the camera – you could tell. Because he was so excited his cock was now sticking straight up against his rock-like abs. He bent down and picked up two huge bricks – which actually looked small in his hands. He faced the camera – and because he was a few yards away – the cameraman zoomed in on him. Flip pointed to his crotch with a finger – but not dropping the brick. The camera moved lower to take in his perfect dick. To show off his incredible control over his body, Flip made his rock hard cock slowly push away from his body and go down perpendicular to his stomach. You could tell that this was taking a fucking amount of strength – for now Flip was actually not fighting against some man-made structure, but was up against himself. He was using his strength to fight his own full erection. His stomach muscles were exploding from the mouting tension – it was beyond words. When his tool was again sticking straight out, Flip took the two bricks, held them out to his sides, and then brought them flying down smashing them into the sides of his monster cock. He cried out – not in pain – but in victory. He then opened his hands and tiny bits of brick and dust fell to the ground. His cock bobbed in excitement and Immediately shot straight back up – slapping against his stomach with a hard loud thud. He actually stumbled back a little from its force. He then looked up – not into the camera – but at Chuck and the cameraman. He smiled and held out his hands using his forefingers to make a motion inviting the guys to come over. The camera caught an evil grin spreading across Flip’s face and at the same time showed his cock twitching in anticipation. It was quite apparent what the giant wanted. He needed release again and his two bodybuilding co-workers were still fast asleep.
Suddenly Chuck screamed, “Man, he’s out of control again. Get to the car. We’ve got to get the fuck out of here.” The camera then became like a show being filmed in a war torn village. The cameraman was running to the car but he tried to keep the camera on Flip – to continue to get good footage. He was a true professional – but he also wanted to save his life. Chuck got to the car first and jumped in the driver seat. The cameraman got in the other side but kept his camera on Flip. Even though they were running Flip did not panic. He moved slowly over to a huge chunk of concrete that used to be part of the floor of the second level to the house. It was the size of a small car. Flip reached down and easily lifted the slab of stone over his head. Chuck had the car going and was turning around in the driveway. The cameraman was able to stay on Flip – but not for long. He focused on Flip standing yards away. Flip bent his legs slightly and then jumped – disappearing from view. You could hear the cameraman saying, “Where the hell did he go?” He then turned the camera to Chuck right as the petrified driver was staring straight ahead saying “Oh fuck.” The camera swung to show the view outside the front window. There was Flip with his giant metal-like cock sticking straight up, a smile across his face that begged for a fun challenge, and still holding the huge piece of concrete above his head. He was about twenty feet away. I realized quickly that he had jumped way beyond the car on purpose – but dumb old Chuck didn’t get it. They say it is always easier to know what to do if you are not directly involved in the emergency – like giving advice to people on the movie screen. I knew what they meant now.
The not-so-smart Chuck decided to gun the SUV and run it into Flip – which is exactly what the behemoth man wanted. Chuck wasn’t completely stupid – he knew it couldn’t really hurt Flip. He just wanted to knock him out of the way so they could escape the dreaded sexual pounding that the excited-beyond-belief monster wanted to offer them. Tires spun and squealed on the pavement as the car took off. It was able to build up pretty good speed in the short distance. The cameraman braced himself and the camera - hoping to capture the entire thing on film. We saw Flip’s smile the entire time – and his bulging biceps which seemed not be straining even though they had been holding that slab of stone for a while. By the time the SUV hit Flip’s bent legs and crotch he had willed his cock to stick out straight again. As I watched I realized his legs were not bent from the strain of the concrete – he had lowered his crotch on purpose. His monster cock was shoved into the grill of the SUV a few seconds before the car hit his legs. The camera caught a quick glimpse of Flip’s face showing great pleasure before the airbags exploded and both men were sent flying forward. We could also hear the two bodybuilders hitting the back of the front seats as they were sent forward. Both Chuck and the cameraman were saved from flying through the windshield because of the bags. The cameraman quickly deflated his bag so he could focus on what was happening outside. The windshield miraculously didn’t shatter – but the same could not be said for the front of the SUV. It looked like Flip’s legs and crotch were in the middle of the front hood – the car had actually wrapped around his immovable body. The car was rocking pretty hard because Flip was pushing his super strong dick in and out of the engine – and the fucking thing was still running! You could hear the motor going - but each time Flip shoved his cock in, the motor died a little more. And then finally it was completely gone. As Flip pulled back from the car you could hear and see metal being manipulated by his legs as if it were cardboard.
Once he was free from the car he looked straight at the two men and said, “Don’t you dare move.” Since this was a man that rarely spoke the weight of what he said scared the hell out of both guys. You could hear that the cameraman actually pissing in his pants because he was so freaked out. Neither guy moved a muscle. The camera stayed on Flip. He was still holding the large piece of concrete above his head – as if it were nothing. He brought it down suddenly and powerfully on the front end of the SUV. The car bounced up hard and both men hit their heads on the ceiling. The camera was dropped briefly but the guy picked it up quickly and showed that the slab of stone had been forced through the hood – crushing the engine completely. Flip wanted to make sure this car went nowhere. Suddenly the camera went crazy – as if it were falling to the seat again. There had been a sound like a door being ripped off the car and then a man screamed. Suddenly the camera steadied again – and it showed that Flip had, indeed, tore off he front door on the rider side and now was now holding the cameraman in one hand. Chuck had obviously picked up the camera to capture what would happen next. We could only see the lower part of Flip’s torso since he was so big – but we could see the cameraman fully. He was actually a very handsome guy – and built pretty well. The camera was getting everything that happened and you could hear the guy begging Flip to let him go – and then he screamed that he couldn’t take this again so soon. It was apparent that Flip sometimes sought relief for his excitement on these guys, as well. Suddenly the cameraman was pressed up against the backside of the SUV – we could see his face and the front of his upper body through the window. He had a look of fear on his face – but it was mixed with a look that could only be described as desire. We heard his pants being ripped from his body and then saw a giant hand toss them to the side. As he had done earlier, Flip did not ease his monster cock into this smaller man. He shoved it in quickly and the camera caught the man screaming and his face strained in pain. The SUV rocked back and forth brutally as Flip pounded the guy’s ass. It was amazing to watch the man’s face go from pain to pleasure as he finally relaxed more into the rhythm of Flip’s movements. We were also able to see the man pass out from ecstasy after his body jerked aggressively from orgasm. When Flip was done he backed away – pulling his cock out – and the camera watched as the man slid down the side of the car to the ground – satisfied and asleep.
Chuck had momentarily gotten lost in the action because suddenly the camera started spinning around trying to find Flip. He had disappeared. He was no longer on the other side of the car. By the time Chuck got the camera turned around to the window beside him the view was blocked completely by Flip’s crotch and throbbing monster cock. The big guy was pressing his giant piece of man meat against the window. Chuck screamed a little and backed up across to the other seat. He surely had figured out what was about to happen. Flip had already shown the incredible control he had over his cock – but earlier he had made it come down slowly – showing how difficult it was to accomplish. This time he willed it down quickly and powerfully – the glass of the window shattered as his giant rod fell into the car. This was a moment when I wished I had 3-D glasses – that would have been a great way to improve the view of this man’s giant tool sticking straight into the car. Flip backed away and placed a giant hand on the door where the glass had been smashed. In one simple jerk he pulled the door away from the car and sent it flying across the yard. He bent his huge body down and peered in the window - growling deeply. The sound sent shivers down my spine. It must have had the same effect on Chuck because the camera shook from what I’m sure was fear. Flip reached in and pulled the smaller man from the car. When he had Chuck completely clear of the car he took the camera from him and placed it on the roof of the SUV – so it had a great shot of the two of them.
Flip was holding Chuck in the air with one hand. With his other hand he reached down and grabbed the front of the smaller man’s pants. He ripped them off his body and Chuck let out a whimper. Chuck’s own very hefty-sized cock slapped up against his stomach – stiff as a board. Flip dropped the pants and placed his free hand at Chuck’s waist. And as he squeezed tightly he was able to hold the little guy in place as he brought his other hand down – holding him at both hips. Flip then raised the guy higher so their faces were even. Chuck reached out and grabbed the sides of Flip’s head. They both leaned in and gave each other a passionate kiss. Chuck finally pulled his head away and said, “This has been fun. Make sure you are quick and hard.”
That was all Flip needed. His cock was sticking up – aimed at Chuck’s ass. Chuck wrapped his legs around Flip’s waist as he was forced down on the telephone pole that waited beneath him. I immediately started stroking my hard cock again as I watched Flip slide Chuck up and down on his rod – using just his arms. Chuck did not scream. You could tell by the look on his face that it hurt at first but he moved to pleasure quicker than any of the other guys. Flip started pounding Chuck up and down harder and faster. I could tell both men were close to cumming – and so was I. I watched as Flip threw his head back and let out a loud roar. He started to shoot his load up the ass he continued to pound. Chuck yelled loudly and came all over the giant’s chest. Like everyone else who came in contact with this giant he passed out from exhaustion. I, myself, was only able to force a few drops of semen to shoot into the air – my body was just too exhausted and empty. Flip continued to shoot his load for a few more minutes. He finally pulled the sleeping Chuck off of his tool, walked over to the car, and laid him in the front seat. He then reached up and took the camera – making sure it stayed on him. He tilted the camera down to his feet and made it slowly creep up his magnificent body. I memorized every bit of his muscles as it traveled upward – taking a mental picture of that huge cock as it passed for future whack-off sessions. When the camera got to his face Flip had a huge smile. He lifted his left arm and flexed his bicep – showing off that unfathomable peak one last time. The shot was wide enough to take in his face and the arm at the same time. Suddenly I heard the sound of crunching metal. Flip was crushing the camera with one hand.
Just before the screen went black from the camera being demolished Flip pointed it to his face – shared that well-known evil grin – and said, “See you next week!”
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