Mr. Ross 6: Mr. Ross' Endless Energy
by Londonboy
My post-coital blackout was full of wild vivid dreams. Mr. Ross’s enormous body dominated every image that passed through my resting brain. At one point he was a nude giant Atlas holding the earth on his shoulders and smiling because the burden was as light as a feather. Another wave had him dressed in only a lion skin loincloth battling one hundred armored men – defeating them easily with just a stone club and his sweat-drenched muscles. That vision blurred into one where he was dressed in a skin-tight Superman outfit that actually ended up being only thin paint covering his bulging body – revealed simply because his huge red-colored penis stood out so obscenely. The last image I remembered was of my muscle daddy’s body growing larger as he worked out like some kind of uncontrollable machine – his weights consisting of tanks slammed on the ends of a telephone pole for bench pressing and metal rods shoved into giant boulders to create dumbbells.
My first connection with reality was the sound of someone moaning loudly in ecstasy. It took me a few seconds to realize that I was emitting the noise. That’s when I registered the unbelievable pleasure I was feeling up and down the back of my legs and across my ass cheeks. I was so thrilled by the sensation that it was hard to discern what caused it – and then it hit me like a burst of fresh air. My super daddy was running his thick man-‘stache across my body to awaken me gently. The strong bristles tickled and pleased as he slid up my legs, pausing briefly to nestle warmly at the backs of my knees. He continued up my thighs and let the bushy hair on his upper lip brush firmly against each buttock. This caused my body to tremble with excitement. Mr. Ross then pressed his mustache, nose, and lips into my ass crack – which gave me such an intense thrill that I had to grab the sheet and blankets underneath me tightly with both hands. I also cried out even louder and that only fueled the man on more.
I heard the massive man hovering above me inhale deeply – surely getting a strong whiff of the sweetness his confident teasing of my body caused within me. I was positive that sexual phermones were being released from every pore of my body creating an unmanageable lust in my muscled master. Without any warning, the colossal Mr. Ross suddenly exhaled quickly and sent an intense blast of warm breath into the puckered entrance of my ass chute. There was no way I could have prepared myself for the explosive force that shot into my body. It was certainly similar to the strength of his muscled cock, which had pierced me so powerfully before I went unconscious. I felt the gust of wind all the way in my toes and it caused my dick to shoot instantly hard. I immediately realized that the behemoth could easily make me erupt like a sex-crazed volcano just from blowing air into my tight hole. This was a kind of supremacy I could not fathom – to be so completely dominated only from a man’s moustache and breath. I instantly wanted another gush of cum-inducing air to be blasted into my quivering shaft. My muscle daddy did not disappoint. A second hurricane-strength gush of air effortlessly penetrated the tensed entrance to my love channel and made my entire body go completely rigid as I fought hard not to ejaculate. Mr. Ross was keenly aware of my fragile state and this made him chuckle in an almost evil deep growl. It made me think of giant grizzly bears for some reason.
“Does Mr. Will like it when I plow his ass just by exhaling?”
His voice was muffled a little because he still had most of his face buried in between my cheeks. The bed was shaking a little because his big body was still chuckling. I was breathing hard and counting to ten slowly to prevent myself from shooting a big load. I merely tensed my ass around his face in three quick squeezes as a response. I was torn between desperately wanting to be filled again with a burst of his breath but also not wanting to empty my body so quickly of the precious juice it had been able to build up after the most recent cock explosion caused by my giant boyfriend. Mr. Ross pulled his face away from my ass.
“I think I’ll give your little body some rest, William. Our last sexual encounter caused you to sleep for about five hours. I don’t think it would be a good idea to wear you out on our first day together. I want to make sure to build up that stamina of yours so we can last for hours of foreplay and even longer orgasms. How does that sound, little man?”
As he spoke I turned my head and glanced at the clock on the bedside table – shocked to see that I had truly been asleep for almost five hours. Being plowed by the big man’s giant dick had seriously worn me out – both physically and mentally. I was suddenly very glad that he was taking a break, for I worried that his body was so overpowering that I might have a heart attack just from the excitement.
“It sounds like a good plan, sir, but I hope I can still feel my daddy’s manly whiskers against my body.”
A big hand grabbed my right shoulder and easily turned my body over on the bed. I was suddenly staring up at the smiling face of Mr. Ross as he held his body above me like a wrestler that was about to pin someone for the finish. He quickly moved his face down to my crotch – nuzzling his nose and moustache up against my throbbing balls. The prickly hairs on his upper lip pressed into my tender sacs and I arched my back off of the mattress because of the sensation. He moved his head back and forth brushing my testicles hard. I was no longer in danger of shooting but the pleasure he was giving was still intense and mind-blowing. His strong tongue suddenly wrapped itself around one of my balls and pulled it into his hot wet mouth. The forceful sucking – on top of the continued grazing of his ‘stache – made me forget some of the lessons my daddy had already taught me that day.
“Aw, fuckin’ hell, man!”
All stimulation at my crotch ceased and Mr. Ross pulled his body back above me like Zeus looking down on the earth below him. I instantly noted the change in Mr. Ross. It showed all over his face.
“Watch that mouth, boy. I’ve let you get away with bad language and incorrect grammar for a while now, but I think it’s time your muscle daddy taught you some manners - along with building up that body of yours, too. Turn over son and give me ten pushups.”
I’m sure the look on my face made it clear that I thought Mr. Ross was joking. He simply remained motionless and stared straight into my eyes. His look and silence intimidated me tremendously. Part of me wanted to scream fuck you and leave, but there was a stronger desire in me that started to take over. I wanted to please my daddy more than anything else – even more than my old feelings of entitlement and privilege and getting what I wanted. I could feel my entire body beginning to submit to the power emanating from the huge man above me. I instinctively knew I had the freedom to do anything I wanted, but my need to be around his unbelievable “muscle daddy-ness” made me roll over – brushing against his thick hard-as-stone right forearm as I did. I got in position and then executed my first perfect pushup. As I reached the point where my arms were fully pressed out Mr. Ross brought his big body down and pushed lightly into my back. He also brought his face beside mine.
“That’s a beautiful pushup, Will. Your daddy is very pleased. Feel my muscles pressing into your back – that’s your reward for being good. You can leave any time you want, little man, but know that if you stay I’ll give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of – and then some. We’re going to grow together, Will, and I’m going to teach you how to show me the respect you know you want to give. This is going to be heaven for both of us. Yeah, that’s a good boy. Your fifth pushup is just as pretty as the first one. Watching you pump out these exercises is getting my cock hard. Can you feel it, Mr. Will? I can’t wait until you can do a hundred of these with my big cock filling your ass the entire time. Yeah, that excites you, doesn’t it? But that eighth pushup was still pretty – even with your body shaking from anticipation of me keeping my giant dick in your hole as you press up and down. Yeah, that’s it boy – your tenth pushup and the beginning of a lifetime of Mr. Ross muscle. The best kind of discipline is the stuff that makes us stronger. But I want you to know, Mr. Will, that your rewards will be even more astounding. Your muscle daddy is going to keep that cock of yours hard all the time – don’t you worry about that. You’re not mad at old Mr. Ross are you, Will, - for making you do pushups?”
“No sir. I need to learn and I want to grow.”
My answer caused my muscle daddy to purr loudly. He brought his huge heavy body down on top of mine and it felt like someone had placed a building across my back. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to breathe, but Mr. Ross shifted his body slightly to free up my lungs. He again spoke with his face close to mine – his voice low and full of man-sex.
“You’re such a good student, Will. See, you get to feel my entire weight on top of you – my big muscles smothering every part of your little body. I think it’s time for another reward, though. Care to join me in the shower?”
“Fuck yeah . . . I’m sorry . . . I mean . . . I would love to, sir.”
The huge man purred louder and rubbed his hard cock against my tensed ass. I knew my corrected answer made him very happy. And that fact pleased me even more.