Muscle Fantasy Island 10
by Londonboy
The group reached Mason’s bungalow and Henry proceeded to lower each man to the ground. They entered the place and in mere seconds everyone had their clothes off. The soon-to-come final changes to their bodies were making all of them as horny as junior high boys going through puberty. Mason turned to face the tall Brit when they were undressed and reached out to Henry’s crotch. He wrapped his hand around the hard cock snaking up the man’s stomach. The length of the dick impressed Mason, but he was turned on even more by the fact that he could not budge the damn thing even a fraction of an inch. Henry’s rod was as super powerful as the rest of his body. The taller man looked into Mason’s eyes and then willed his cock to move downward. Mason’s hand was easily overpowered and forced to submit to the movement of the incredibly strong tool. It was like Henry’s cock was beating Mason in an arm-wrestling contest. Mason added his other hand to the competition and used all of the strength in his body against the prick, but to no avail. Henry forced his cock downward even more – and then with a sudden quick jerk he sent Mason tumbling to the ground. Harry and George had begun to stroke their own hard dicks as they watched the unbelievable display of strength. Mason looked up from the floor and watched as Henry’s long shaft moved slowly upward, returning to stick straight against the man’s abs.
“Shit son, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever felt,” Mason exclaimed joyfully. “That cock of yours has more power than my entire body. Hell, it has probably got more power than a hundred men.”
“More, sir,” Henry said proudly.
“You could fuck a concrete wall with that thing,” Mason added as Henry reached down and easily lifted him up with one hand.
“I already have sir,” Henry replied.
“Aw hell, Henry, you’re going to have to show us that later on,” Harry chimed in.
This caused the other three men to look in the college stud’s direction. It was the first time they had seen his new body unclothed. The pleasant surprise of what they found made every man freeze in their place. Mason’s mouth dropped open and Henry mumbled the words “bloody hell.” Harry’s face turned red as he noticed how everyone stared at him.
“Harry, my boy, you are one fucking gorgeous looking stud,” Mason exclaimed as he walked over to stand in front of the man. “I knew your college-boy body was beautiful, but nothing could have prepared me for what I now see. Henry and George, what we have here is the perfect example of Grade A man-beef. Just look at this boy’s body, would you. He’s got giant shoulders just ripe for busting bodies in football, thick massive arms all knotted up with muscle perfect for lifting heavy weights, tree trunk legs made for squeezing the life out of opponents in wrestling, and a bull’s dick that looks like it could easily fuck a whole fraternity in one night. And don’t even get me started on how beautiful the boy is – if Helen’s face launched a thousand ships then this mug could surely send out a fleet ten times that size. When your college-boy body finishes its changes, Harry, I bet you are going to be needing sex about ten times as much as the rest of us. You’re going to be at the stage in life when a man eats, sleeps, and dreams about sex at every moment. You’re a fucking wet dream come true, don’t you think so boys?”
Mason’s description of Harry’s body, along with the increased sexual desires caused by the upcoming changes was too much for Henry and George. They were standing there with their hands sliding up and down each other’s hard cocks. The room was filled with only one thought – man on man sex. Mason quickly took charge of the situation. He wanted to please everyone – even as much as he wanted to please himself. He turned to George.
“Hey George, can you focus that desire thing you create in men on just one person?” Mason asked.
“Sure,” came the pilot’s answer.
“I believe Harry’s insides are quickly catching up with the rest of his body. Why don’t you focus all your power on him – you’d like a little of that fine muscle boy cock, wouldn’t you?” Mason added.
“Hell yes!” George replied and then he looked at Harry with a face full of concentration.
Immediately, Harry turned to look at the pilot standing near him. His face had turned quickly from being embarrassed to a look full of intense desire. Without saying a word the young man walked over to George and started running his hands all over the man’s body. Harry then brought his lips against George’s mouth and started kissing him hard, moaning like a dog in heat at the same time.
“Henry, I think our friends would be a little more comfortable over on the bed, don’t you?” Mason asked after turning to the tall Brit.
Henry knew exactly what to do. Mason’s muscle daddy-ness made Henry desire nothing more than to please the alpha man. The tall skinny strong man walked over to Harry and George. He wrapped his arms around them, lifted them off the ground, and carried them to the bed. The two men never stopped kissing. Once they were deposited back on the ground; George pushed his body against Harry until they were lying on top of the bed. The pilot then slid down Harry’s bulky frame and quickly took the man’s hard cock in his mouth. The room was suddenly filled with the sound of deep sucking and the guttural pleasure-moans of the young man being serviced. George was kneeling on the edge of the bed as he went to town on the oversexed, cum-filled tool of the twenty-year old and this caused his ass to be in the perfect spot for added fun. Mason continued to orchestrate the orgy.
“Look at that ass, Henry,” the muscle daddy said, prompting the Brit. “You’d love to fill that hole with your meat, wouldn’t you? Now remember, boy, you have to be careful. Your powerful cock could easily split our friend George in two. You need to use only a slight fraction of your strength. I bet even when you are as delicate as you can be it will still feel to George like he’s being fucked by a five hundred pound gorilla. You want to give the man pleasure, not send him to the hospital, okay? And when I begin to pound your ass, son, I want you to also remember that you super strong butt cheeks could easily crush my manhood to oblivion. You open your big hole to your daddy and remember to play nice. I have a feeling that if you leave your body un-tensed then I’ll be able to give you much pleasure. So how about you and I rounding out this little quartet and join in the fun? Can you play nice, Henry?”
“I will try, sir.” Henry replied quietly.
“Good boy. Now fill George’s asshole with that superman cock of yours,” purred Mason.
Mason grabbed one of the Henry’s arms and turned the Brit’s body toward George’s ass. Henry’s cock was sticking straight up, so the guy willed the long shaft to bend downward again. Mason watched in awe and sucked in air when Henry steered the head of his muscled dick towards George’s chute. Henry did not use his hands at all. He did not grab hold of the man’s hips or anything. He simply pushed his crotch forward lightly and the tip of his dick promptly sank into George’s inviting hole. The pilot stopped sucking on Harry’s cock long enough to cry out at the invasion, but quickly went back to forcing Harry’s thick sex-instrument all the way into the back of his throat. Henry continued to push gently and Mason watched the long stick of lead-like meat disappear between George’s ass cheeks. By the time Henry’s thighs bumped into George’s cheeks the pilot was moaning like crazy – slurping up the big college man dick in his mouth and enjoying the super strong cock sinking far into his insides.
Mason then proudly reached up and pinched Henry’s nipple with all his might. Henry just looked down at the hand latched onto his hard nub and made a quizzical face. He then turned his gaze to Mason and shrugged his shoulders to signify that he felt nothing. Both men knew that the muscle daddy would actually need to take a pair of jumper cables and hook up one end to the strong man’s chest and the other to a semi-truck to cause any kind of reaction from Henry’s body. A giant jolt of electricity into the erect nipple of the powerful man would probably only feel like a slight tickle, but at least it would be something. Henry’s cock, on the other hand, seemed to be feeling much pleasure from plowing the tight ass of George. The tall Brit began to move his crotch backward and forward as Mason moved in behind him. Mason pressed his own thick cock up against the Brit’s ass and pushed in hard – anticipating to penetrate the hole. Unfortunately, the tall skinny strong man chose not to unclench his tight-as-hell cheeks and Mason’s dick bent painfully in the middle as if he were pressing the tip up against a rock wall.
“Damn, Henry, you’re going to have to let me in,” the man yelled from behind.
“Sorry, sir. I forget how strong I am,” answered Henry.
The guy then released the tension in his cheeks and actually willed his asshole to open. Mason was able to slide his big cock in without any lube – mainly because Henry didn’t feel any pain. Once inside the Brit, though, Mason was able to start giving the guy some pleasure. Henry’s insides must have been somehow more sensitive than the rest of him. The fat dickhead slid back and forth in Henry’s chute and this made the man moan as loud as George. If someone had looked at the row of men servicing each other in the bungalow it would have looked like a bizarre porno movie. No one would have been able to understand what drew each man to the other, but the underlying attraction was intensely powerful. The grunts and slurps of the men were getting much louder – especially the growls coming from the now deep manly voice of Mason. Suddenly the door to the bungalow opened and Adrian came jogging in. The boy was still covered in sweat and had obviously been working out all day.
“Hey, why wasn’t I invited to the party?” he asked as he stopped jogging.
“We didn’t know where you were,” answered Harry, looking up from the bed as he enjoyed the oral stimulation from George. “Why don’t you come over here and let me suck on that sweaty cock of yours.”
Adrian quickly undressed and climbed up on the bed. He knelt at the head of the college stud. Adrian guided his cock into the waiting mouth of Harry beneath him. He spoke to the rest of the group as soon as Harry started sucking.
“Hey guys, did you feel the earthquake earlier?” Adrian asked and all the guys paused in their throes of pleasure. “Yeah, I was doing pushups in my bungalow and suddenly it was jolted off of its foundation – well, actually its foundation just shifted a little. I guess it was a powerful jolt of some kind.”
“Yeah, Adrian,” answered Mason, “it was a jolt from Henry’s super strong arms! He pushed the whole damn thing a few feet with no effort, at all.”
“Cool,” replied Adrian, “and I’d like to say sir, that your voice is fucking sexy.”
“Thank you, boy.” Mason replied.
The intensity of Henry’s plowing of George’s ass was causing the bed to bang into the wall with great force. Chips of plaster and concrete were being knocked away by the headboard. Mason was also doubling the speed of his tool in Henry’s chute. Every guy was getting ready to climax. Even George had started stroking his own cock as he sucked on Harry’s young cock and got plowed by Henry. The only noises in the room were moans of pleasure, dicks slamming into holes, and the bed banging into the wall. All of this action started kicking into high gear and then all hell broke loose.
Harry was the first to cum – probably because he was turning into such a young stud and would need release more times than anyone during the evening’s festivities. Of course it could also have been his incredible overpowering desire for George, who seemed to be an expert cocksucker, as well. The force of his erupting cock caused the emission of a frat-boy yell that echoed throughout the entire bungalow. The volumes of spunk that came spewing forth from the slit in his dickhead caused George to lose control of his body in all areas – he started to choke because there was too much cum shooting from the college boy’s rod in his mouth, his own dick started shooting ropes of jizz onto the end of the bed, and his ass tightened severely around Henry’s rock-hard cock. The pressure from George’s ass caused even greater pleasure to the Brit’s body as he plowed the pilot and it was mere seconds before the super strong man was emptying his load, as well. During his euphoric ejaculation Henry forgot about his enhanced strength. As his body began to convulse from orgasm he straightened his long legs, which caused his rock hard shaft to lift George’s feet off the floor. He was holding a full-grown man in the air simply by the power of his cock. He tensed his ass cheeks at the same time, which did three things immediately – first he crushed Mason’s cock which was buried deep in his hole, second the strength of his ass lifted Mason’s body into the air as he stood up, and third Mason’s ejaculating cock was forced to spew without release because of the pressure. This caused major pain for the soon-to-be muscle daddy and he cried out with a piercing scream. Adrian was able to watch all of this from above on the bed and as soon as he saw Henry’s ass and cock easily lift two men in the air he started emptying his massive load into Harry’s mouth. The entire room was engaged in one simultaneous orgasm and the room was instantly filled with multiple cries of ecstasy and pain, as well as being filled with the powerful smell of thick semen.
“Sorry sir!” Henry said between thrusts of his emptying cock and he forced his ass cheeks to lessen their grip on Mason’s rod – allowing the dammed up semen to finally flow and the man’s feet to re-connect with the floor.
“Fucking hell . . . that’s okay, son,” Mason shouted as he shot a giant load into the powerful ass of the Brit. “You’ve got so much strength you don’t know what to do with it.”
After what seemed like minutes each man finished churning out their juices, which had been built up over the evening for many different reasons. Everyone removed his cock from the myriad of orifices and found a place to rest on the large bed. Arms, legs, heads, and torsos were on top of each other and sprawled out in different directions. The room was no longer filled with sounds of heavy breathing, but the scent of drying semen was still very potent. In the distance a clock began to strike twelve.
“My body is beginning to burn like hell,” Mason said softly.
“Mine, as well,” Henry added.
“Mine, too,” Adrian responded.
“My change is more mental than physical,” Harry said. “I can feel my internal organs becoming twenty – to match my body. I’m starting to feel ready to shoot again. It’s almost like I don’t need time to replenish my juices. Damn, this is really hot!”
No one noticed that George said nothing. Every man was focused solely on what was happening to his own body, but each also wanted to watch the others’ transformations. It was finally time for growth!