He's That Into You 4
by Londonboy
It is very hard for me to imagine someone dreamier than Mac. Yes, mainly because of his muscles, but as we progress further into our evening of introduction to each other’s body I begin to realize he is very special in many other ways. It slowly dawns on me that he is a person of great integrity. He definitely means what he says. There is not a pretentious bone in his body – or, more to the point, there isn’t a pretentious muscle in his massive body. I surmise that there is no need for him to pretend to be anything other than his true self because of the great confidence that comes from being fucking huge and fucking strong. And the way he looks at me makes me all gooey inside because I can intuit that his interest in me is genuine. My cock size definitely increases his desire for me – that’s obvious – but the foundation of that desire existed even before he met Mr. Ed. Yes, I named my cock after a horse since its size was equal or greater than those of most stallions. I make a mental note to ask Mac if he has named any of his bulging muscles. I certainly would if I were him because they were many times larger than those of most men. They deserved a name.
“That elephant cock of yours hasn’t gone down a bit, Seth,” Mac says to draw my attention back to the fact that we’re standing in the middle of his bedroom, he’s covered in cum because he spewed all over himself when he watched me suck my own cock, and I have an erection the size of a fireplug.
“How can it not stay hard when it’s around your fucking huge body?” I ask. “I don’t think there’s a man on earth that wouldn’t immediately pop a boner if you walked into the room – veins bulging, muscles all pumped, and enough mass to easily block out the sun.”
“You know just what to say to get my seriously drained balls to start churning more of my man-juice, don’t you?” Mac replies smiling. “I think it might be time for a little Jacuzzi action – what do you think?”
“That sounds very nice. Lead on, big guy,” I answer.
“First, I need this,” Mac says turning to me and bending down to bring his lips to mine. We kiss lightly, letting our lips brush across each other gently. Mac then moves his mouth down the side of my neck, kissing and sucking softly as he goes. My neck is one of my weak points. My body shakes strongly and Mac chuckles. “Well, well, well, I might have found Seth’s Achilles heel. I think I’ll make a note of that. How about I give you a little ride?”
Mac did not wait for an answer. He places one arm at my back and slides his other one behind my knees. He then quickly and easily lifts me into the air as if carrying me across some threshold of a honeymoon suite. It is clear that I weigh nothing to this huge muscled man. My body is on fire with desire because it is rubbing against his hard muscles in so many places. His huge arms at my back and my legs feel like two steel girders holding me in the air. My side is snug against his massive chest and it feels like I am next to a double-wide stainless steel refrigerator. Mac bounces his pecs and it tickles my side when his protruding nipples slide up and down my ribcage. I laugh out loud and squirm a little in his arms.
“So I see Seth is a little ticklish, too,” Mac says quickly and then, without any warning, lifts my body to his face and gives my stomach a loud, ferocious raspberry with his lips. I suddenly feel like a small child again. I squeal with laughter and try to push his head away. His neck muscles are so strong, however, that he easily keeps my body against his mouth and he continues to blow into my abdomen. Mac is walking at the same time and it has not dawned on me that we have reached some kind of cool outdoor courtyard in the middle of his place. Without warning he holds my body out from his chest and drops me like a sack of potatoes. I scream a little as I fall and then I hit the water in his giant hot tub. I sink under water and then stand up quickly. Mac immediately jumps in beside me and has his arms around my body before I even have a chance to brush my wet hair from my eyes. He traps my arms at my sides and squeezes me hard with his massive biceps. It feels like I have been pinned between two huge boulders. The pressure of his arms forces all the air out of my lungs and Mac lifts me off of the bottom of the Jacuzzi. My face is wedged in between his two mega pecs. It would have been a frightening situation if I didn’t trust the man and if I wasn’t so turned on by his strength and hard muscles. My cock begins to harden even more as it’s pressed up against his own throbbing member.
“Now I have you just where I want you,” Mac says in a mock sinister voice.
“Well it’s exactly where I want to be, too,” I say as I slightly pull my head away from his chest.
Mac gives my body one quick tight squeeze of his rock-like arms and then drops me in the water. He falls backwards and ends up sitting on the ledge that surrounds the large tub. I steady myself and then stand there staring at the upper part of his muscled body sticking out of the water. The sculpted ridges and mounds of sinew that cover his chest, arms and shoulders glisten because he is wet. Mac is more beautiful than ever and I thought that couldn’t be possible. He folds his thick arms across his unbelievable chest and stares at me with an evil grin on his face.
“Look how your cock sticks out of the water like some kind of huge telescope on a submarine!” Mac points out laughing.
I look down and see that my cock is standing straight up, half of it out of the water. It is a few inches from my body so it looks like it’s not even attached to me. I can see that Mac is basically salivating at the mouth as he gazes on my giant rod. I suddenly feel a power well up inside of me that I have not ever noticed before. I believe it is caused by this big man – and the fact that he likes me so much. I am pretty sure it is mixed up with a deep desire for him, as well. Mac sees in my face that these thoughts are running wild in my head.
“Come sit beside me – let’s talk,” he says as he motions to the space on the bench next to him. I move through the water and sit beside the big man. He reaches over and grabs my cock and starts to move his hand up and down the shaft. I move my hand to his bicep, which bulges each time he brings his hand upward. We both sit there in silence for a few seconds. Mac slides his hand down to the base of my cock and lets it rest there. I try to spread my hand as best I can across his monstrous bicep, but it barely covers the peak. We sit there – motionless and quiet. After a minute or two I turn to him.
“Tell me what it was like being you and growing up,” I say quietly, not wanting to ruin our intimate moment.
Mac keeps his thick hand around the base of my cock. I can tell he is thinking hard about something. He turns his head slightly towards me, as if he is checking to see if I really want to hear his story and then he clears his throat.
“When I was only six years old I was able to beat my dad in arm wrestling – with either arm. I was the size of most freshmen in high school and strong as an ox. At age ten I could easily dead lift the back of our station wagon. It was like it weighed nothing to me. My parents wouldn’t let me play sports because they were afraid I’d hurt someone – or worse. I can’t lie, I was fearful of that, too. My cousin was staying with me that summer and one night we got to wrestling in our underwear up in my room. He was fourteen and I had just turned ten. I was basically tossing him around the room like he was some kind of stuffed animal. He’d run up to me and I’d stand there laughing at him as he bounced off my chest like he was hitting a brick wall. I finally just wrapped my arms around his body and lifted him into a mind-blowing bear hug. He was having trouble breathing but I could tell by the grin on his face that he loved how I was manhandling him. Suddenly I felt a warm wet substance seeping through his underwear onto my stomach. I, of course, had no idea what was happening, but I knew instantly that I liked it. I was aware instinctively that I had caused his body to emit the milky substance that was making its way down my hard abs and soaking the top of my underwear. I also knew his reaction was because of my hard arms and chest that were squeezing his smaller body and the fact that I was so powerful. This realization made me cum for the first time ever in my life. I got to tell you, at that moment I felt more powerful than Hercules Superman, and the Hulk put together. I knew right then and there that I had a specific power over guys and it was really cool. I shot a load so strong that it knocked both of us to the ground. Before I knew what was happening my cousin had his warm mouth around my hard cock and was sucking with all his might. It didn’t take very long to get me to shoot a second more-than-full load. My cousin nearly choked trying to take all of the juice that was flowing from my cock head. After he sucked me dry he became like a madman and started kissing and licking my entire upper body. My cock stayed rock hard because of the worshipping job his mouth was giving my hard muscles. As soon as he got to my chest and wrapped his lips around one of my erect nipples I started leaking pre-cum preparing for my third orgasm."
Mac continues, "It felt like my body had all of the electric power of New York City coursing through every vein. It was as if I had opened some kind of Pandora’s Box at my crotch, which was unleashing a strength within me that enabled me to take on an entire army at one time. It’s hard to explain, but I was a ten year old being empowered with confidence way beyond most grown men. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t a cocky attitude. I didn’t suddenly want to go out and beat up men three times my age just because I could. It was more like a feeling deep at my core that helped me let go of any fear or any need to be someone that I wasn’t. I was completely free to not play games with people’s heads. I simply became a ‘what you see is what you get’ kind of guy. It also cemented the fact that I loved men. I kid you not, at age ten I was already at peace and excited about the fact that I was gay. I have never doubted it for a second. It also solidified the knowledge that I loved being the bigger man when it came to relationships. Something in both my mind and body shifted into place the second my cousin shot his load merely from me lifting him in the air with great ease. It was clear at that moment that I would seek to cause that kind of reaction in guys for the rest of my life – in order to please them, yes, but also to satisfy a deep desire in me, as well. Like I said before, I can blow my biggest wad ever just from making a guy wild with lust for my muscles and my strength. Kind of like the way I’ve made your giant cock super hard just from telling you these stories, Seth.”
Mac is completely right. My dick has turned to something beyond granite as I listen to him share part of his life with me. I know it would take very little at that moment to make me erupt like some kind of super-charged volcano. I am actually worried that the movement of the water in the Jacuzzi will send me over the top. Mac does not move his hand at all. I can tell he wants to keep my building cum-load for something else. I have a feeling it involves his ass and that makes my dick twitch a little.
“Hold on there, Mr. Seth. Let’s keep your sweet juice from exploding like a giant fireworks show for just a little longer. I know you can control this monster cock – just order it to save your man-honey for this big bear’s ass. I promise it will be worth the pain caused from prolonging the release. Let’s build up enough pressure in your cannon that you’ll send my big body through the wall when you shoot into me.” Mac says all of this calmly and he releases the base of my cock.
I sit there with my eyes tightly closed and use all of my strength to will my cock not to spew. I have no idea where this inhuman self-control comes from, but I am very thankful when my cock starts to lessen its rigid state slightly. I am finally able to open my eyes and exhale. I hear a soft chuckle from the huge man beside me when I finally start breathing again. Mac returns his big hand to my cock after it is somewhat deflated. It is clear that he loves holding on to my thick shaft. It suddenly dawns on me that my own hand has unconsciously moved from his bulging bicep to his massive chest sometime during my struggle to keep from ejaculating. I have latched on to the large dark circle surrounding his protruding nipple and I’m toying with the hard nub with my thumb. It surprises me a little when I notice that Mac’s man-nip is actually thicker than any of my fingers. We again sit there in silence for a few minutes – me playing with his chest and he holding on to my thick cock.
“Tell me more about your life,” I say in a whisper.
“You sure you can handle it?” he asks with a laugh.
“I’m sure,” I reply and squeeze his nipple roughly to emphasize the point.
“Let’s see, where did I leave off? Oh yes, well, my mom wouldn’t let me go to high school when I turned fourteen. It seems that having me in eighth grade had been too difficult for my junior high school. I was just too fucking huge. I found out later that my size scared the hell out of the female teachers and most of the male teachers couldn’t make it through having me in class without creaming in their pants. This was especially true in gym. I went to a school where the genders were separated for physical education. Coach Chandler always broke us into shirts and skins for every sport we did – even when we were just running track. I, of course, was always placed on the skins team. About two weeks into the year the coach told us that he was implementing a new activity in class – every Thursday would be wrestling. This wasn’t usually taught until high school, but he thought we were ready. This really meant that I was ready. He also said that since I was too big for anyone else he would wrestle me. Well, you know this pleased me as much as it did him. I had not had the chance to fully manhandle an adult. For the first few Thursdays I didn’t use even a fraction of my strength. On some days I let the coach pin me so he’d look good in front of the class. One day, though, he asked me to see him in his office after everyone showered. When I walked in he had a stern look on his face. He told me that I had disappointed him. I asked him how and he said that he knew I wasn’t using all of my power when we wrestled. He told me to quit being a pansy and feel free to challenge him with all my strength. I said I didn’t want to hurt him and he just laughed. He said he doubted it was possible for me to hurt him and reiterated that I was to use everything I had when we wrestled.”
“You are making this up aren’t you,” I say, but I know deep down he isn’t.
“It’s all totally true,” replies Mac with a proud look. “That next Thursday when we walked onto the mat to wrestle I could see the excitement all over his face. Coach Chandler was a big man in his mid-thirties but he actually had to gaze upward to look me in the eye. I think this turned him on even more. Before we began he said that he thought it would be best if we wrestled without our shirts on. I watched as he took off his shirt, instantly excited by the dark hair that covered his strong chest and obvious six-pack. When I took my shirt off, though, many in the class actually gasped out loud because it was the first time they had seen the coach and me standing so close and semi-undressed. Everyone seemed to really notice for the first time just how big I was for someone only thirteen when they got to compare me to a fully-grown large man. I caught the coach staring at my chest and I could tell by the look in his eyes that his cock had already shot to full stiffness. I glanced down quickly and, indeed, saw the man’s pole pushing out his gym shorts like some boy scout was halfway done in setting up his pup tent. Coach Chandler’s excitement caused me to grow instantly hard, as well. He whispered to me right before we started that I was to hold nothing back. I knew that there was no way I could use my complete strength in the match, mainly because I could have easily snapped the guy in two, but I was determined to fulfill his fantasy of me using what he thought was all of my power. I was pretty sure the guy thought he could beat me.”
Mac pauses for a second and closes his eyes. I pick up instantly that he is again turned on by his own story – from the memory of Coach Chandler. This excites me, too.
“I can’t tell you, Seth, how much that turned me on,” Mac says after he has opened his eyes again. “Chandler was kind and he let me begin the match with his body beneath mine. Some kid blew a whistle and I just stayed in place while the coach squirmed wildly. He wasn’t able to budge my body at all. He looked like some animal caught in a steel cage. He threw his entire weight against one of my arms and it actually only felt like a soft breeze against my bicep. The man shouted out loud as he tried to press my body upward with his and my huge frame didn’t rise at all. After a few seconds I lowered my arms and legs and flattened his body against the floor instantly. My weight was too much for the man. I heard the wind being knocked out of him. I rose up a little and then easily turned his body over while he was trying to recover from what had just happened. I wanted to actually pin him to the mat with our chests and crotches against each other. I wanted to feel his hard cock against mine. As soon as I placed my hard body on top of his, the man’s cock exploded. Just like my cousin from a few years before, the big coach had gotten off by being totally and easily dominated by me – some young kid. It took him a few minutes to regain control of his body. He was breathing hard and we both could feel his hot jism between us. The coach turned his head to the class and told them to hit the showers immediately. I knew he didn’t want to get up and show that he had a big wet spot on his shorts."
Mac pauses for a second remembering and then begins again, "I looked at the bleachers where the rest of the class was sitting and I immediately saw fifteen eighth graders with hard pricks pressing against their shorts. Some guys were already trying to cover up their cum-soaked crotches. Everyone jumped up and moved to the showers quickly. I was pretty sure some of the guys were rushing so they could get to the bathroom stalls first – eager to finish the job that my overpowering the coach so easily had started in their cocks. After everyone had left the gym Coach looked me in the face. I was still on top of him and neither of us wanted to move an inch. He asked me if I had still only used part of my full strength. My face turned red from embarrassment and all I could do was nod my head in affirmation. Chandler simply said, “Shit” and then blew another wad in his shorts. Feeling his body shake from his second orgasm was too much for me to take. I came, as well, and the gym began to reek of our combined juices. After my body stopped shaking I rolled off of the Coach’s body and we lay there for a few seconds trying to catch our breath. He finally sat up and then did one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me. He explained to me that I had been blessed with a gift. He also asked me for forgiveness because he had taken advantage of my gift and then said he would never do it again. I didn’t really understand what he was saying, but his tone made me realize it was important. Many years later I bumped into Coach Chandler at a class reunion. We had a great conversation and even talked about how easily I had controlled his big body all those years ago. He confessed that after that day we wrestled he had to wear Depends to class every day because watching me do any sport was too much for his cock to handle. He explained that he knew each time I did anything with my huge body that I was holding myself back completely and knowing that I possessed such power made him cum every time.”
“He probably still beats off every night thinking about you,” I say, smiling at the thought.
“Probably,” Mac says as he seems to drift away, overcome with memories. “I haven’t thought about him in years. That was such a time of self-discovery for me. He was a very kind man. Well, anyway, that get’s us to Darren Mason, my tutor. Like I said, my mom wouldn’t let me go to high school. This didn’t bother me too much, though, because I was too big for the desks, I could never get enough food to eat in the cafeteria, and the weight machines in the school gym were too small and weak for me. My dad and I had converted the basement into a super-gym and being taught at home gave me more time to work out. I remember the day I opened the door to greet Mr. Mason – the guy my parents had hired to come in each day to teach me. His mouth dropped open when he gazed at my pumped up body, which was straining the polo shirt and jeans I was wearing. He weakly offered his hand saying it was nice to meet Mac’s father. I shook it, making sure I squeezed it real tight to give him a quick thrill, and then laughed as I told him I was Mac. The poor guy turned completely white and fell forward into my chest – out cold. I carried him into the house and laid him on the couch. He was quickly revived and for a few seconds he couldn’t speak. He fumbled around for words and asked me how I got so big. I told him I’d always been big and that’s why I couldn’t go to school anymore. He nodded his head in agreement and in one long gulp drank the entire glass of water I had gotten for him. From that day forward I knew that Darren was completely in love with my body. He began tutoring me and we got along perfectly."
Mac looks away and I can tell he is lost in his story. He then adds, "Sometimes when we were working together I’d catch him staring at my arm or my chest and he always had to leave the room a few minutes later. I knew he would immediately go to the bathroom and jerk off. I found myself going to the bathroom as soon as he got back just so I could catch a whiff of his juice still present in the air. This went on for three years. He was an incredible teacher. When I’d get stuck on a problem in algebra or have trouble catching on to something in English class he’d suggest that we step outside and have me lift the front of the car a few times, just to get my mind off of the subject for a while. I knew he was mainly doing it to help me, but he’d usually sit on the hood of the car just to ride up and down as I pumped out reps. It always unblocked what was preventing my creative juices and I returned refreshed, able to easily do the work. Because of Darren’s great teaching I got straight A’s and really became kind of a Renaissance man. He made sure my education was well rounded. I was pretty amazed at his ability to refrain from ever touching me or asking me specific questions about my body. He was the consummate professional. I, of course, became completely infatuated with the smaller man and beat off regularly thinking about holding his body tight to mine or lifting him into the air to suck his cock. I never acted on my desire because I realized it could get him in trouble."
I can tell the story is somehow difficult for Mac to tell. I have no idea why. I just know it is turning me on greatly.
He pauses again and then begins, "Two weeks before graduation I turned eighteen. During one of our last classes I got the nerve to ask Darren if he would give me a special graduation present. He asked what I wanted and I told him that I wished he would ask me out on a date. This made the twenty-six year old break into a big smile. He told me that as soon as I graduated and his contract with my family was done he would be happy to take me to dinner. I remember every detail of our first evening as equals. We went to a small French bistro near my house and talked forever. I told him that I had gotten a crush on him the moment he passed out after finding out that the big man in front of him was really his student. He confessed that he had not really passed out, but had feigned it all so I would carry him into the house. He also told me about jerking off almost every day because he was around my big body. I asked him if he also got off on riding the hood as I lifted up and down and he said he had creamed in his pants often watching my arms so easily maneuver the car. I told him that I beat off dreaming about holding him in my arms and then asked if I could spend the night at his place. He said only if my parents agreed. I called them immediately and my mom answered the phone by saying it was fine for me to stay over at Darren’s. When I asked her what she meant she laughed and said I was crazy if I thought she and my dad didn’t notice the obvious attraction. She said I was an adult now and could make my own decisions. She then added that I really could have started making my own decisions when I was ten because no one could have stopped me. We both laughed. As we were saying goodnight she told me to make sure I didn’t get hurt. I told her I didn’t think anything could hurt me and she answered that she meant my heart. I didn’t get what she was saying at all. My cock was completely hard by the time we finished our meal, just from the anticipation of being able to squeeze Darren’s body hard with my big arms. I hoped that I would be able to make him cum that way, just as I had with my cousin and Coach Chandler."
Mac can see the story is thrilling me. He stops and looks at me, as if he is asking if he should continue. I just smile at him. He begins again.
"Once inside Darren’s car he became a different man and I really liked it. He reached over and grabbed my hard cock through the jeans and commented that he liked that the big man also had a big cock. He then slid his hand underneath my ass and said he couldn’t wait to plow my crack. No one had ever spoken to me so openly or so sexually. I began to quiver all over and Darren knew immediately how to tame my big body. Once inside his place he told me to undress slowly and he stood there watching me. He continued to talk dirty the entire time I disrobed. My cock was sticking straight up and leaking pre-cum just because of his words. I didn’t get a chance to wrap my arms around him because once he got undressed he ordered me to bend over the back of his couch. Meanwhile, he had retrieved a condom and some lube from his bedroom. It was a little painful as he impaled my ass, but it didn’t take me long to get into the rhythm of a good fuck and soon all I was feeling was pleasure. The crazy thing that happened to me that night was I had another life-changing epiphany just like when I had overpowered my cousin all those years before. On this night I realized that I was most satisfied when I got the chance to be an active bottom. I know it may sound strange, but I loved being plowed by Darren’s cock and giving him so much pleasure from squeezing different muscles in my ass. I could easily control how fast he could fuck me or if he was even able to move his cock at all. He loved it when I would squeeze so tight that he couldn’t pull or push his tool even a fraction of an inch. He didn’t realize at first that I actually had the strength to probably crush his dick completely - that came later that night when we had fun destroying his dildo collection. I actually loved snapping the things in two by exerting pressure with only my ass cheeks. He fucked me many times more as we continued to make love into the early morning hours. We would take breaks every now and then so I could show off how strong I was - by easily breaking one of his baseball bats in two, tossing him across the room onto his bed with one hand, squeezing the breath out of him in a half-hearted bear hug, and many other feats. Darren loved being manhandled by me – just like my cousin and Coach Chandler, but he also became confident when he would plug my asshole with his cock. He could maneuver his cock up against my prostate in a certain way that would make me spew cum like a backed-up garden hose sprays when a knot is undone. We fell asleep around six thirty in the morning. I had my big arms around his smaller body and my hand holding onto his cock. It was a magical night. Sorry to put a damper on the story, but Darren died tragically in a car accident two weeks later. He was hit by a drunk driver. I was only eighteen years old and my heart was broken in a way that at the time felt like it could never be healed.”
“I’m so sorry,” I say and raise my hand to his cheek, touching his face softly.
“Thank you,” he replies, squeezing my cock slightly. “It’s still a little hard to talk about – even after all these years. He was a big part of my life.”
“I can tell,” I answer. “I think he is still part of it.”
Mac looks at my face and nods his head. I lean in and kiss him hard. At the same time I reach down and grab his hard cock in the same way he holds mine. We kiss and stroke each other at the same time. It isn’t a hard motion with the intent of getting each other off; it is more like an act of intimacy. We are merely being present to each other and honoring the moment.
To be continued