Mr. Ross 2: Mr. Ross Grows
by Londonboy
Mr. Ross and I had moved to the bed to be more comfortable. I was lying on top of the huge man – with all of my upper body being supported by his hard muscled frame. He was stroking my stiff-as-a-lead-pipe cock slowly with his big hand - as we talked intimately. I had just asked him to tell me about what it was like growing bigger.
“Right after mom died I needed something to pour my grief into, you know. I needed something to take my mind off of all the sadness. I had always wanted to build up a little muscle; having been pretty small all of my life. I dropped by the Iron Man
Gym over near the high school one day and they said they would hook me up with a personal trainer. It happened to be Simon Stinson – was he in your year?”
“He was one grade ahead of me. God, he had a great body in high school. I’m not surprised he’s a personal trainer now.”
“He still looks great. Anyway, Simon was a pretty good kid in school and he was someone who actually liked me as a teacher. I think he felt sorry for me so he really took an interest in training me. He educated me about food, supplements, and ways to maximize the benefits of my weight training.”
“I’d say the boy nailed it.”
“Thanks Will. The poor guy had no idea of how much I’d devote my heart and soul into training. Since it was the beginning of summer break I kind of went overboard and spent a large part of each day in the gym. I was like a sponge. I listened to every guy that would take the time to give me advice. I sought out guys that seemed to have had success with certain body parts – if a guy had huge arms I’d ask him about training them. If a man’s thighs were busting out all over the place I would corner him for advice on how to build that part of the body. Well, after about only a month, I started to see some results. It wasn’t much, just the beginning of a little mound on both of my arms, some definition in my chest, and the first row of some abs starting to show. This was enough, however, to spur me on even more. I kind of turned into a madman and focused only on training. I’m sure some therapist would say that I had been in a deep dark depression, but luckily I focused all of my energy on working out instead of something like alcohol or drugs.”
“I wish I could have been here for you.”
“No, that wouldn’t have been good, Will. You needed to see me when the finished muscled project was ready. We wouldn’t have connected like we did today. No one would have. I was focused only on myself and had not yet blasted through four increased sizes in my clothes. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was not only getting big for myself - I was also growing so my body would cause your hard dick in my hand right now to guide you into my arms. Let’s be honest; you wouldn’t have given me the time of day if I hadn’t been this new mountain of muscle.”
“Sure, that’s true, but it’s more than that. I’ve known lots of big guys in my life and
I’ve dated many of them. But something’s happened to you internally, as well. That change attracts me just as much as your muscles. It’s one thing to be big, but it’s totally different when you have the attitude that matches the size.”
Mr. Ross squeezed my cock hard. It hurt for a few seconds and I pulled my arm back and punched him in the stomach. I actually hit him with a lot of force, but his abs reacted in a way that made it obvious he felt nothing more than something akin to being tickled. The big man laughed out loud and his reaction made my cock twitch with excitement in his hand.
“Yeah, like I said earlier, my growth has caused me to get a little cocky.”
“A little?”
“Okay, okay, I’ve gotten very cocky. I can’t help it, though, Will. There’s something that’s been released in me since I’ve grown larger than most men. I mean look at you – your body is resting on my chest and stomach and I can’t help but notice how little you are compared to me. You can actually roll back and forth and not fall off my massive frame. I’m like a single bed made of muscle for your resting pleasure. Even lying down, my chest sticks out far enough to support your head like two hard generously stuffed pillows. And don’t get me started on how light your body feels lying on top of me. I’m just breathing normally and it pushes your body up in the air easily. It barely registers that you’re there.”
“I know a way to make sure you know I’m here.”
I reached down and grabbed Mr. Ross’ engorged cock. I gripped it hard, using most of my strength. This caused the man to purr as if he were a large lion. I was clamping down on his cock with all my might and it only felt like foreplay to him. I turned my head at the same time and let my mouth hone in on his large right nipple. I closed my lips around the hard nub and then teasingly bit at it with my teeth. This caused the big guy to bring both of his arms around my upper torso and he pulled me tightly into his body.
“Hold on there little man. Do you want to hear more of my story or are you ready for my muscles to cause you to fly into orgasm number two?”
“I want more of the story please, muscle daddy.”
“That’s a good boy. Leave my man-nip alone for right now and it’s fine for you to hold my cock, but if you grip it with all your might it may just reward you with another flood of my warm spunk. My big muscled body can be ready for round two in just a few seconds, but I think your cock could use a little more time to re-fuel. Am I right?”
“Yes sir. I think my cock would just dry heave right now.”
“Well then, back to my story. We’ll save more discussion about the changes to my psyche for later on. I think my attitude improvements can be used as foreplay for little Will. Anyway, the end of the third month of training definitely brought some more noticeable changes. My arms grew from their regular scrawniness to twenty inches of hard muscle. Simon couldn’t believe my development. My chest moved from looking like the proverbial ninety-pound weakling to a respectable thirty-eight inches. I would actually get a hard-on when I looked at myself in the mirror. That was such a new feeling for me. I moved from never even thinking about flexing my pathetic body to seeking out mirrors to look at myself any chance I could. The only thing I thought about was my body and getting bigger. I was obsessed. I think Simon actually got a little frightened by my intensity. I would come to workouts so pumped up with excitement and adrenaline that I’d wear my trainer out in forty-five minutes. When my arms hit twenty-four inches I was out-lifting Simon by hundreds of pounds. He told me that he wouldn’t train along side of me any more – mainly because it made him look bad – but that he would continue to coach me. When my arms hit twenty-eight inches Simon begged me to plow his virgin ass.”
“You lie! Simon is not gay!”
“Your right he isn’t, but I think my size and power was just too much for him to handle. I had noticed for a few months that every time we got together to train his cock would get embarrassingly hard. The poor boy did everything to try and hide it. I even think he started wearing two pairs of tight briefs hoping to contain his uncontrollable rod, but nothing worked. He would be spotting me as I easily benched over six hundred pounds and it would cause a reaction in him that I knew was both frustrating and new. He could not understand why he went full-mast just from seeing his old school teacher morphing into a muscle monster. I secretly loved the power I held over the little bodybuilder. It was then I began to notice the change that was taking place within me. More on that later, though. One day I was feeling a little devious and decided to send Simon over the edge. I had just finished working out and we were recovering in the locker room. I asked him if he would help me take some body measurements for my record keeping. I had never asked him to do this before, but I could see he was eager to assist. I knew he secretly wanted to know how big I was.”
“Is there any man alive that wouldn’t want to know that?”
“Well, the poor boy began to shake when I asked him to help me take off my shirt – kind of like you did today, Will. He had trouble pulling the t-shirt over my arms. As a matter of fact that’s about the time I decided from them on I would only work out in a tank top. We finally got the sweat-soaked t-shirt off of my body and when I stood back up Simon almost fell over. His eyes got really big and he began to sway like he was going to faint or something. I guess it had really never registered with him how much I had grown. He was taller and younger than me, but I now out-sized him by a lot - on every part of our bodies. It was almost too much for him to handle. I flexed my arm and had to pause because he needed a few minutes to control himself after every drop of blood in his body zoomed instantly to his cock. When he was finally able to wrap the tape measure around my bulging muscle and it showed twenty-eight inches, the poor boy lost control. He dropped the cloth measuring tool and started groping my flexed arm. He ran his hand all over the giant mound and seemed to care nothing at all that someone could actually have walked into that part of the locker room at any moment. He even leaned over and started kissing my biceps. This caught me totally off guard and I was even more flabbergasted when he looked at me and begged me to follow him. He grabbed a mop from a maintenance closet and then led me to the steam room. Simon opened the door for me and we stepped into the large space. He glanced around and once he saw that no one was inside he took the broom and stuck it through the door handle so it couldn’t be opened. We then moved away from the door, so we were hidden in the steam. As Simon continued to stare at me he quickly took off all of his clothes.”
“You are making this all up, aren’t you?”
“Every bit of it is true, Will. I looked at the man’s body and marveled at how beautiful he was, but I was also shocked at how small he appeared next to me. This is a guy that would have filled all of my wet dreams a year earlier, but I had now personally surpassed every conceivable fantasy of what I thought a muscle man could look like. I was my own walking wet dream come true. I still liked Simon’s smaller built body, but suddenly the bigger turn on was the fact that he desired my body more than anything. The guy was willing to risk his job, his straight man status, and his self-esteem just to spend a few minutes up close to my big body. Can there be anything more of a turn-on than that?”
“Yeah, being up close to your body!”
This made Mr. Ross smile and he again hugged me tightly. I knew by his reaction that I had said the right thing – but I had merely spoken the truth. I was turned on by his body, but I was also excited by the fact that he loved turning me on. His newfound confidence was intoxicating and only topped by his newly developed muscles. I kissed his giant pec – sticking out toward my face. I continued to hold his stiff cock, but looked back at his face – eagerly expecting him to continue the story. He did not disappoint me.
“We were standing there in the middle of the room and the only sound louder than the hissing of the steam was Simon’s heavy breathing. He was just staring at my body and panting like a dog in heat. I asked him if he wanted me to take off my shorts and underwear. All he could do was nod his head yes. I pulled the waistband of my gym shorts and underwear out and down beyond the tip of my hard cock. I then pushed the material over my huge thighs, which was a struggle, and kicked my feet free of the clothes. Simon only briefly glanced at my hard cock and then quickly returned his gaze to my chest and arms. The guy wasn’t interested in my tool; he was on fire for my big body. Simon then asked me to sit down so he could worship me correctly. I sat on the lower bench and rested my now very sweaty body against the upper one. Simon came over and placed his small hands on my chest. He began to rub my upper body all over. Being covered in sweat from head to toe made it easy for him to massage my muscles generously. Before I knew what was happening Simon had his entire body on top of mine and he was lapping up sweat from my chest with his tongue while he grinded his hard cock into mine. I think the man had totally lost control of his mind and body – all he desired was to be connected to my muscles.”
“Who could blame him?”
“Simon then begged me to flex my arms. I raised both mounds into the air and before my biceps were even slightly pumped the guy had his face buried in my right armpit. He had become some kind of sweat junkie. He was inhaling deeply, licking and sucking my pit, and chewing on the hair underneath my bulging biceps. I couldn’t believe this was the same guy that had come across as full of testosterone the day I first came to the gym. Here he was trying hard to lick up every bead of man musk covering my body. He kept talking about how I smelled like a real man and how he couldn’t taste enough of my sweat. All during this time I had been busy having a little fun myself, cupping his ass with my big hands and letting my wet fingers slide teasingly up his crack. The temperature in the room was skyrocketing and not because of the steam. The friction between our bodies was causing the room to feel like the inside of a volcano.”
“You seem to have that effect on me as well, sir.”
“Suddenly, Simon pulled his face from my pit, grabbed hold of both of my flexed biceps and pulled his body upward on mine. Before I even knew what was happening the big boy was shoving his virgin ass down on my cock and impaling himself using the weight of his entire body. Simon’s mouth flew open wide but no sound came out. I could tell the pain was excruciating, but the guy didn’t care. He was so overwhelmed by my body that he wanted his submission to be complete. He wanted to sacrifice his man-cherry to my monster cock – and only mine. Once the feeling became slightly bearable Simon began to pull on my biceps and move his body upward and then let it drop back down on my rod. He quickly got the hang of it and started pumping his body up and down furiously. I knew the juiced up little muscle dude was going to shoot his load quickly – I was just too much man for him. Sure enough, Simon rocked on my giant cock a few times and then began to spray his cum all over my chest. His cries of pleasure reverberated throughout the room loudly and he seemed to cum forever. His tight sphincter closing in around my hardened rod was too much for me to handle, as well. I began to empty my hose into his ass with a load that filled him completely and then spewed out of his tight hole down my legs. Once his orgasm ended Simon simply fell against my body, completely worn out. It took him a good five minutes to re-gain composure. I grabbed him at the waist and easily lifted his body off my dick – causing a loud popping sound when the mushroom head was pulled from his asshole. When he was finally able to speak all he could say was thank you – over and over. Soon, I knew neither of us could take any more steam and I literally had to carry his body out of the room because he was still too weak to walk.”
“Man, what I would have paid to see you fuck Simon Stinson. It gets me hard just thinking about it.”
“I’m beginning to think anything will get you hard, little Will.”
“Anything that involves you, Mr. Ross.”
We both smiled at each other and kept stroking the hard cocks in our hands. I was extremely turned on by the big man’s story, but I knew I needed to wait for more. He had promised to explain his internal changes, as well. These interested me as much as the growth of his muscles. I wanted to understand how my old English teacher had moved internally from the shyest dweeb of the century to the biggest badass muscle daddy I had ever seen. I wanted to know him completely – so I could continue to please him completely. It was clear that Mr. Ross understood my desires – no, my needs – and was ready to share all information willingly. He did, however, expect me to beg for it.
“Please tell me about other parts of your transformation. I’m ready for the foreplay now.”
“You sure that cock of yours has some juice ready for this muscle man, Will? I’m thirsty for more of your sweetness. I don’t want to suck on your love cannon and find it not able to ignite. I need another cum explosion in my mouth to satisfy this growing desire for you, boy. I don’t think you fully understand how you’ve already got this huge man wrapped around your little finger. I may be covered in massive muscles, but know that my heart can still be hurt.”
“I have no other desire in life than to please you, sir.”
“That’s what a man likes to hear, boy, that’s what a man likes to hear. Let’s see how I can begin this part of my story. Let’s go back to when I was small. When I was like how you knew me in high school. Because of a lot of stuff that happened in my formative years, I had learned it was best to fade into the background. I just scuttled through life as best I could and tried to stay out of everyone’s way. If no one noticed me then I would be able to simply live my life in peace. It was a fine life for the old Mr. Ross. I went to work, I came home, and I took care of my mom. I didn’t anticipate anything ever breaking this pattern. That’s when my mom got very sick and eventually died. It’s still a little hard to talk about – I miss her.”
I could see that the big man loved his mom very much. His eyes were a little misty and his focus went somewhere else. I reached up with my hand and stroked the side of his face gently. This brought him back to the present moment. He turned to me and smiled. I could tell he was very appreciative of my loving gesture. We were creating a bond that would probably be even stronger than his muscles.
“Wow, sorry about that. I didn’t see that burst of emotion coming. Anyway, after mom died and I started working out something began to change. I’ve alluded to it earlier. When my body grew big enough that I had to buy an entire new wardrobe for the first time it was an unbelievable feeling. You have no idea, boy, what it’s like to put on a shirt and hear the seams rip just from adjusting your shoulders so you can hopefully button the damn thing. And to have it happen to three shirts in a row is almost too much to handle. I swear, one morning I was worried I would have to go to work in a sweatshirt or tank top. I couldn’t fit any of my shirts over my improved body. And I hadn’t even come close to growing to my full present size. That first day it happened I came home after school, stood in front of the mirror, and for a couple of hours I put on different shirts and flexed my body so I could watch fabric burst at the seams – just from the overpowering pressure from my enhanced muscles. I even filmed a few of my hulk out sessions. We can watch them later if you want to.”
“You know I do.”
“Well, that’s also about the time when something inside of me snapped. From that day forward I would strip down to my briefs as soon as I walked in the door. Sometimes I would go around totally nude because seeing my growing muscles caused my cock to be perpetually hard. I don’t know if working out causes every guy’s body to go into cum-production overdrive, but I could never beat off enough. I’d be brushing my teeth in the morning and my bent arm would look so incredible that I’d use my free hand to pump my cock in the same rhythm as the electric toothbrush. Usually I’d be emptying a load of my man-juice into the sink at the same time I was spitting out toothpaste. I spent a shit-load of money on detergent that first year because I had to change my sheets every day. I would lie down to go to sleep and my hands would unconsciously begin to grope my enlarged muscles. Before I knew it I would be pumping my cock hard as I got turned on by my own chest, abs, huge thighs, or growing biceps. The crazy thing is that I wasn’t even really massive at this point. Just the idea of my body growing was enough to get me started on my journey to cockiness.”
“Okay, you need to stop stroking my cock now, sir. I’m afraid the combination of your story and the motion of your hand on my shaft could cause my cannon to fire at any moment. And I’d really like to hold off for more of your transformation story, if it’s possible.”
“Oh, sorry little man. I guess I was getting carried away by my story, as well. I didn’t realize you were so close.”
Mr. Ross moved his hand from my jacked-up cock and we stayed motionless for a few seconds to allow the wave of cum pressing against the weakening dam inside of me to subside. Both of us realized that any movement of his big muscles would send me over the edge and I could tell my muscle daddy wanted me to last a little longer, too. We both wanted to get more of the story told before the release of our inevitable mutual orgasms. When the risk of explosion had passed, Mr. Ross continued his walk down memory lane.
“I wish you could have been here the first time I measured my arm, Will. I was totally nude and standing in the kitchen. I had bought a tape measure that afternoon and when I wrapped the thing around my arm and flexed I was not prepared for my reaction. Seeing that my arm had grown to nineteen inches and knowing that I had by then gone through my second round of shirts was just too much for me to handle. My cock – without me even touching it - blasted a wad of cum against my new refrigerator. I had to brace myself against the counter as I shot rope after rope of juice onto the pristine stainless steel doors. I didn’t really understand how unusual it was for a guy to have arms that big, but I knew instinctively that I was turning into something magnificent and powerful. Something changed inside of me that day. I went from not thinking about myself in any way at all to realizing that there was something being released inside of me that was connected intimately with the power being pumped into my muscles. With each layer of muscle added to different parts of my body I was becoming aware of my inherent self-worth. It doesn’t take big muscles for some people to feel this way, but my own confidence needed a big chest and huge arms to jump-start its late-in-life development. I went to the gym the next day a changed man and I’m pretty sure this was the first day that Simon got a hard-on while we worked out together. His excitement was caused mostly by the beast that had been released in me the day before – the growth in my body was secondary. That was the first day in my entire life that I ever wore a tank-top and a tight pair of shorts to the gym.”
“Shit, I wish I had been there.”
“Me too, Will. I think you would have loved the change as much as I did. When I entered the gym it was obvious that I was walking differently. I no longer wanted to fade into the background. I actually strutted into the place like I owned it. I was by no means the largest guy in the place, but breaking free of years of suppressing my true self caused me to appear larger and more powerful than I really was. It was then that I also began to realize that my body would soon catch up with the largeness of my attitude. I knew it was only a matter of time when I would be one of the largest guys in the place. All of this was going on inside of me and it’s what caused Simon’s cock to shoot instantly hard the minute he got his first real look at the improved man he’d been working out with. He realized that day that I was getting close to matching his size – and I think it’s the first time he sensed that my body would soon grow way beyond his. One glance at my tight clothes, my beefed up body, and the attitude dripping from every pore caused the poor guy to move for the first time into the confusing world of lusting after another man. Simon had never thought about a dude in the way I’m sure he contemplated me on that day.”
“I bet he hasn’t since, either.”
“You’re probably right, Will. We started our warm up stretches on some mats in the corner of the gym and that’s when I noticed the thick hard tube of meat pressing against Simon’s sweats. The poor guy was unusually quiet and kept excusing himself to go to the bathroom. I’m pretty sure he beat off in hopes that it would cause his dick to subside, but one minute around me again caused the same effect at his crotch. He actually ended his part of the workout early that day and went home – I’m sure he spent all that afternoon and evening trying to make sense out of his reaction to my body. The poor guy really never recovered from that moment – a massive woody continues to spring forth in his pants any time he gets near me. That’s also the first night I ever went to a gay bar.”
“What? Are you kidding me?”
“No sir, little man. I was a gay bar virgin until that day. I was just too shy before then to even contemplate risking rejection at a bar. Up until that day I would never have thought of myself as worthy of someone’s advances. That, of course, changed as I watched my thick cum slide down the front of my refrigerator and then later on when I saw Simon’s cock springing to life because of me being near him. The weeks of training and building up my body had momentarily culminated within me and created a strong desire to show off. The cocky Mr. Ross had begun to be unleashed. I wasn’t even close to reaching my present massive size, but my attitude had already grown by leaps and bounds. I poured my body into a skin-tight polo shirt and some jeans that looked like I painted them on. I went to the most popular gay watering hole in town and walked into the place like I was some muscle god gracing mere mortals with his presence by visiting earth. My new opinion of myself instantly garnered the attention of most of the guys in the bar. I’m sure my pumped up body barely contained in my outfit helped a lot, but I also knew that my let-me-dominate-you attitude caused almost every guy to seek my daddy-like approval.”
“I know exactly what they felt!”
“Yes, I’m sure you do, but the difference is that you are to be granted my undivided attention forever. That night, however, I was like a kid in a candy store that had never been allowed to have sweets a day in his life. I wasn’t going to be satisfied until I had tasted every piece of sweet confection in the entire place. I think a better description would have been that I was like a bull in a china shop that didn’t care if his big muscled body broke a few things. I certainly didn’t ever intend to be mean. Deep down I am not that kind of person. It’s just that I had never been given the time of day by most people and, more importantly, I had never believed I deserved better treatment. But here I was suddenly blessed with more confidence than five WWF world champions put together and a body that simply screamed power. I couldn’t help but using the little men that surrounded me as playthings. Two guys actually started a fist fight in the first two minutes I was there just over who was going to buy my first drink. They were kicked out of the place for fighting, but a long line of guys gathered quickly to supply my alcohol for the evening. Guys asked if they could feel my chest and arms – something that I quickly came to expect after the initial shock of the first time. Of course guys would want to feel my hard muscles, why wouldn’t they? I was a living example of their fantasies and it was my pleasure to make them happy by causing their cocks to get super stiff. I was like some kind of monarch passing on favors to his lowly subjects.”
“You need to stop talking just for a second, please sir. I’m nervous that I’m again near the point of a second cum explosion.”
“Without anyone even touching your cock?”
“Yes sir.”
“Damn! Good for you, boy! Let’s take a little break, then. You let me know when I can continue.”
I closed my eyes and thought of anything to completely distract me from the big man lying underneath me. I did not want to think about the story of how he began to explore his newfound cockiness. Oh, how I longed to be one of the guys that had been at that gay bar the first night. To have witnessed first hand the initial days of Mr. Ross’ inner transformation would have been the mental material for beating off for many future years. The only thing that made me happier was the fact that I would have the real muscled package to induce my orgasms forever. This thought almost made me erupt like a human volcano, but I quickly thought about paying bills, cleaning toilets, and the sagging breasts of elderly women. These images immediately calmed my throbbing cock and my thumping heart. I was finally able to open my eyes and signal for Mr. Ross to continue.
“You’re holding out really well, Mr. Will. I’m very impressed. I am a little nervous, though, that your building explosion is going to hurt like hell. Are you sure you want me to continue?”
“With every fiber of my being, sir.”
“Very well, then, let’s see. During my evening at the bar I was asked by two little guys to lift them in the air, which I did easily. Numerous men begged me to take them into the bathroom and fuck them silly. I was too new to the scene and too nervous about diseases to fulfill those fantasies, however I did grant some rain checks to many of the guys. I teased them by making it clear I wouldn’t plow their ass until they had bought me a meal. I actually think I could have gone the next two months without ever paying for dinner. One brave man asked if he could sit in my lap. I was so surprised by his request that I unconsciously reached out, easily picked up his small frame, and then placed his ass across one of my big legs. The poor man immediately started shaking uncontrollably and I knew he was creaming inside his underwear. I quickly placed him back on the floor – nervous that his wetness would seep through his pants onto mine. I was like a nervous parent that thinks his baby might have an accident. The guy simply gave me a big smile of gratitude and then left the bar. After that I was very careful how I touched or allowed someoene to touch me. I didn’t want to cause the place to clear out prematurely just because guys had to go home to clean out their cum-soaked underwear.”
“That was very thoughtful of you, sir. Please tell me, though, that you did get to have some fun with someone that night.”
“Oh sure. The cute beefy bartender asked me to stay until after closing. He locked up the place and then I fucked him on the pool table until he curled up and fell asleep like an infant. I left him there with his pants still down around his ankles and him sucking on three of his fingers. I was pretty sure he woke up and worried that I had been just a dream. I knew, though, that as soon as he moved his body the left over discomfort he was going to feel in his ass would confirm it had all been real. I also worried that it was going to take a lot of work to clean his dried up cum off of the table’s felt covering. I bet every time he sees that stain he gets a hard-on thinking about me. And that, my little fellow, was the first night out with my improved body and my newfound confidence. From that moment on my love of myself continued to grow as big as my body did. I continued to get excited by looking at and feeling my own muscles, but the biggest orgasms came when I would remember how I lifted some little guy with just one arm or how I easily made some guy’s cock squirt just from flexing. I definitely got off mostly when I got the chance to dominate someone that would have impressed the hell out of me just a year earlier. Like with Simon, I loved it when I could compare myself to someone who most people thought were big and got the chance to see that my body was now super-sized next to them. I loved being an alpha male just because of my big body, but it was even better when I caused men to squirm because of my cockiness. Like I said, I wasn’t mean – I just made sure every man that came near me didn’t walk away without having an unquenchable strong desire for my approval. Being a muscle daddy is cool, but being a muscle daddy that makes grown men go weak in the knees is true power.”
“I think I’d like to cum now, sir.”
“What’s that, little Will? Oh, sure, I bet you’re about to pop big time by this point aren’t you. Listening to your big muscle daddy talk like this has pumped more cum into that hard cock than you ever thought was possible. Here, let’s take care of that for you and fill my belly at the same time.”
Mr. Ross reached down and grabbed my waist. He easily pressed my body away from his and I suddenly remembered him talking about being able to bench over six hundred pounds - months ago. I wondered what his limit was now! He lifted my body upwards until my crotch was even with his face. He manipulated my body forward until the tip of my cock was forced into his mouth. I felt like a gulp-sized cup in his hands and my dick was the straw he easily maneuvered to his lips. As he had done earlier that day, he sucked hard and my entire shaft slid into his mouth all the way in. My dick-head was easily forced into his tight throat and the man swallowed hard. The sensation this caused in my cock was incomprehensible and it erupted immediately – sending huge amounts of my hot cum down into his body. Every limb on my frame seemed to flop around uncontrollably, but Mr. Ross’ strong hands kept me in place.
Once he had milked every possible drop of cum out of me, he released my cock from his mouth and then slid my body down his huge muscled chest and abs. The big man then, using just his strong arms, began to rub my chest and stomach up and down his hard giant cock. He was using me like some guy might use a pillow to stroke his rod. I could not believe that my body could be manipulated so easily. Mr. Ross started shoving his cock into my chest and abs even harder and the pace of his stroking got much quicker. Just when I thought my body couldn’t take any more and I was going to have something like rope burns up and down my torso, Mr. Ross’ stiff piece of meat shot off like he had not cum for years. I was amazed at how much juice this man’s huge body could produce in such a short time. My entire upper body was covered in his sticky manliness and the wetness helped to ease the pain of being rubbed almost raw. Finally the big man released my body and I dropped onto his hard chest and abs. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly against his hot body.
“And now we sleep for a while, little man. Sweet dreams.”