Not in the Architect's Plans 8
by Londonboy
“What do you mean boss?”
“What could I do to please you more, Justin?”
“No one’s ever asked me that question before.”
It was clear that the big man often acted like he owned the world when, in fact, he merely projected a confidence that came naturally from being so huge. He wasn’t really a guy that made things all about him - he was simply too nice for that sort of attitude. The world revolved around him for the simple fact that his muscles demanded attention – and he didn’t even realize it all the time. This was almost more of a turn on than his freakishly large body parts. A giant that not only cared about others, but also was unfamiliar with expecting pleasure whenever he wanted it didn’t fit with my understanding of guys that looked like Justin.
“So let’s say we make this about you for a while, Justin. What could I do to please you more?”
His face showed utter joy but it was mixed with an obvious confusion on what he should say next. The monstrous man was still holding my entire body in the air, with just his hands cupped around my ass like he was carrying an empty box. My legs were clamped to his waist as best they could and my super stiff pants covered cock continued to rub against his hard abs. I began to wish my house came with room service, because I had a feeling both of us could stay in this embrace for a few days. By this point I was twisting and pulling his nipples like they were iron gymnast rings and I was doing an Olympic routine off of his massive pecs. This kind of abuse would have put normal men on the floor in the fetal position because of the pain, but to Justin it felt like I was just giving him a sexy caress. His face suddenly turned a little childlike and he smiled at me. I could tell he had something to say.
“I guess . . . I mean I’d like you to . . . I find it hot when you . . . you know . . . talk about my . . . my . . . muscles.”
“Damn boy, I think you’re a bigger muscle whore than me, aren’t you?”
My comment made Justin turn a darker red than at any other point in our date and he looked away. I’m pretty sure I was the first person that ever said anything like that to him. It was obvious by now that I had been the original impetus for Justin wanting to be big, but something else had happened on the journey from normal to becoming huge – Justin had begun to really like his transformation, as well. I was beginning to understand that the large man holding me in his arms now seemed to be fed in a certain way by acknowledgements of his muscles. This was fueled especially when the compliments or the comments came from me, the main reason for the growth in the first place. All of this was a little hard to comprehend so I just allowed myself to land on the fact that Justin loved people noticing his massive body. It would have been hard for anyone not to notice the giant man, but that didn’t matter to Justin. He wanted me to share my feelings and thoughts about his muscles and I was more than happy to oblige.
“You’re just so damn thick, man! I feel like I’m being held against the hull of an aircraft carrier.”
The cock head pressed against the base of my ball sac twitched hard and I knew instantly I had chosen perfect words to begin my Justin soliloquy. I had a feeling the big man was metaphorically in the palm of my hands like my ass was literally in his. This was certainly going to be a lot of fun for both of us. I began to map out my plan of attack even as I continued to speak.
“It’s like your body had been morphed by a gigantic laser machine or something. Just look at these massive pecs, Justin. I haven’t ever seen anything so packed with muscle.”
I took my fingers away from his nipples, balled up my hands and began to pound on his meaty chest like my fists were gavels. Nothing moved – the heavy muscle didn’t jiggle even a little from my assault and the tight skin didn’t dent in at all. This fact caused me to put a lot more force behind my pounding – to see if I could cause his body to react in some way. It was useless, however, his chest could have easily been made out of stone since that’s what it felt like I was hitting.
“Look at that man, your chest doesn’t give even a little when I hit it as hard as I can. Your skin stops my hands as if it’s concrete or something. You have no idea how hot that feels, Justin. I mean that sexually and literally. Your skin is warm to my touch, so I know it’s human, but these fucking pecs are so solid underneath it’s like you implanted a suit of armor just below the surface. My hands are starting to hurt like hell.”
I began to feel a little more wetness seeping through my pants and underwear just beneath my balls. The big guy was leaking pre-cum as if his dick were a fire hose that was still sending forth a steady stream right after being turned off. My prediction had been correct; the behemoth could easily re-fuel his monster cock with some of his highly charged semen without even thinking about it. He was going to be ready to blow a second time without any problem. I was not going to let up on the poor guy. He was so big and muscular that I knew he could easily handle whatever I did to his body – no matter how hard I abused him. That thought just fueled me on even more.
“You’re so huge, Justin, it’s obvious that you didn’t set out to pump your body up into some proportionally cut bodybuilder, no I’m thinking you just set out to grow every fucking part of your body as big as humanly possible. And the fact that you leave it covered in your manly fur is hotter than you’ll ever know.”
“Oh hell yeah, Marcus, that’s exactly what I did.”
Justin’s big hands were grasping my ass cheeks harder and pulling them apart at the same time. He was using so much force that I briefly thought my asshole was going to be ripped a good foot wider. Suddenly, the pants’ seam running up my crack tore apart loudly and the big man immediately slid one of his big forefingers into my ass crack, pushing my underwear up into my hole until the fabric finally ripped. His thick finger plopped into my insides like someone was plugging me with a big dick. I moaned out loud in pleasure and this caused Justin to rub the tip of his finger against anything in my chute that might give me more thrills. He wanted to feel my little body shivering with delight. I used my thighs to push my body off his huge forearms, hoping to avoid his intrusion a little and save the building orgasm in my aching cock. The man holding my tensed body in the air would have none of that, though, and he shoved his monstrous finger even deeper into my hole. This caused me to curl my toes tightly and grab hold of his muscled traps with all of my might, but I quickly noticed that my entire hands barely covered the top of that bulging part of his body. The man’s traps seemed thicker than kegs turned sideways.
“Damn boy, how do you get these traps so big and hard?”
“Sometimes I go to work sites of mine where big trees need to be cleared for new buildings and I pretend like they’re the offensive line of some pro football team. I lower my body and aim my shoulders at a row of three or more. I like to see if I can take them all down with one swift pummel from my running body. The most I’ve ever destroyed in one blast is eight. It’s really hot. I usually just split the trunks in two with my power and I have to go back and pull up the splintered stumps, but a few times my power has simply ripped the entire trunk and root system out of the ground. That’s when it looks like a row of mow downed oversized jocks. I usually can cum for days just thinking about how I demolished trees with just my shoulders. I also guess that’s what makes my traps so hard and big.”
“Ah yeah, Justin, you got to let me watch you do that one day. I can’t even imagine what it must feel like – to uproot a giant tree with just a slam from your big body. And this chest? What makes it so big and hard? I mean what weight are you benching now?”
“Hell if I know, Marcus, it’s a lot easier to just tell you that I usually bench one of my dozers – you know, like the one I manhandled for you the other day. I hope that kind of gives you the picture.”
In order to not spew the sweet juice gurgling like hot lava in my body, I clamped my ass tightly around Justin’s finger. This caused the thing shoved up in my hole to seem bigger and fatter than anything that had ever penetrated my anus before. I swear it felt like an entire hot water heater had been crammed inside of me. The strength of my entire insides, however, was no challenge to the power in Justin’s one finger. He twitched and bent the muscled digit, easily forcing the walls of my chute to open wide again. The man started blowing my mind even more when he dropped his other hand and let the one finger corking my hole hold me in place. He was basically lifting me with one hand and treating me as if I were just a small finger puppet. I needed to fight back somehow, before I lost control.
“And get a gander at those massive guns, man. Under those black sleeves it looks like your big biceps have other multi-layered peaks bulging out on top of them. It’s like there are skyscrapers sticking out from your arms – hell no, it’s more like an entire city skyline is resting on your arms.”
I could tell Justin’s excitement was now at an all time record high – his cock was, again, poking into my balls, his finger was wagging back and forth to widen my shaft, and the smell of pre-cum had filled the room a second time. I knew the big man’s dick was dripping big globs of his thick juice as if it were some machine gone wild pumping out ice cream at a Baskin Robbins. Quickly, I made a mental note to one day cover a bowl of chocolate ice cream with his jism, knowing it would be the sweetest thing I could ever add to a dessert. I returned to the job at hand – egging the giant man on.
“Come on big guy, show me what one of those big biceps can do. Prove to me you’re not a wuss.”
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what I wanted. Justin used only the one finger up my ass to pull my body over into that one palm – which still amazed me, even though he had already held my entire weight with one hand for so long. By this point the thick finger in my ass felt fan-fucking-tastic and I had even started using my ribcage to lift and lower my torso on the thick thing – giving myself more pleasure. I could tell Justin loved how I was basically plowing my own ass. My pleading for Justin to show off was just what the big man wanted. He raised his free hand, clenched his fist, and then blasted his biceps into the air. I cried out in amazement when, without any type of warning, the bulging mound of hard meat split through the material of his shirtsleeve like a whale coming up out of the ocean. The black material around his giant upper arm basically disintegrated instantly. His hard biceps and triceps seemed capable of obliterating even solid steel armbands if they wanted to.
“Fucking hell!”
That was the most intelligent thing I could say when I got my first gaze at Justin’s uncovered flexed arm for the first time. I’m pretty sure there were two or even three feet of meat between the monstrous peak and the even wider expanse of the bottom of his triceps. My mouth remained wide open – to match the size of my astounded eyes – as I looked at the mountain of flesh. I was less than a foot away from this living, bulging mass and, yet, the arm sill looked fake. I guess it is hard for mere mortals to understand how gods are able to mold their bodies into something larger than Mount Olympus. I continued to raise my ass up and down on his finger, but I also reached out with both of my hands and started to press into his thick biceps. My body shook with near-ejaculation shivers when I realized that both of my hands, with fingers spread apart, did not cover the expanse of even one of his upper arms. I moaned out loud as I pushed into the hard meat. It registered straight away in my brain that this part of his body was much harder than his fucking hard-as-hell chest. I couldn’t believe it. How was that even possible?
“Your arm is harder than your pecs, man! How can that be?
“I guess maybe cause I work them out the most, Marcus. I’ve put big metal handles in the side of an abandoned drum of a cement mixer truck and I curl it regularly. Okay, it wasn’t abandoned. I basically ripped the cylinder from the body of the truck, but I needed something to lift. I first had to fill it with cement and let it harden, though. I’m afraid it’s getting so fucking light now that I’ll soon need to find something else to challenge these arms.”
At this point I was rubbing my cock up and down the hard ridges imbedded in his barrel shaped mid-section. It was the stomach of a power lifter – made more beautiful by the thick trail of fur down the center of his abs – but it wasn’t soft or pudgy. It was as hard as the rest of him. My cock was aching for relief and my ass chute was squeezing his finger joyously because of the pleasure that was being shot through my entire body. I pictured him holding on to those huge handles that he had probably slammed into the side of the cement mixer with his own strength and then easily lifting the completely concrete filled drum. I was so close to the edge of no return that I shut my eyes so I wouldn’t be staring at the biggest arm I’d ever know. I simply let my hands continue to roam all over his biceps and rocked my ass on his finger. Justin, however, clearly understood I was near the point of ejaculation and he desperately wanted to even the score. I had thought earlier that I was now in control of our little back and forth foreplay, but I was beginning to realize that you should never count Justin out. He went in for the kill.
“Yeah, the other day I was able to lift my cement mixer drum with just the arm you’re about to cream over, Marcus. Picture that man, just one of my big arms lifting something that heavy without any problem.”
Since my eyes were closed I had no trouble imagining the big man standing beside the drum and reaching out with one arm to grab and lift it. At the same time as he forced this image in my head the big guy also somehow pumped more muscle into his arm. Even with my eyes closed I could sense it. It was totally unbelievable, the hard-as-anything biceps swelled even bigger and even harder. My hands were trying desperately to grope anything they could latch onto on his arms, but they were just too hard and even the peak was too giant for me to grab. When the massive gun ballooned out even more and an exploring second finger, which was even bigger than the first, slid into my tight hole, I lost control. My mind was focused on the image of the giant curling a truck with one arm and my body was tuned into the fact that it was being serviced on one end by his finger and the other end by his un-worldly large arm. I gasped loudly and then immediately went silent. There was a brief moment of calm before the storm. I opened my eyes in the brief intermission. My cock then exploded like it was the finale of the Macy’s Fourth of July fireworks show, my ass chute tightened ten-fold around the two fingers still busy at giving me pleasure, and I pulled back my arms and started punching Justin’s massive gun. I wanted to increase the pleasure of my already earth-shattering orgasm and I knew using his arm as a punching bag would certainly make the ejaculation even more off the charts.
“Yeah Marcus, shoot for me, man.”
There was no way Justin could have understood how the intensity of my ejaculation made everything in my life up to that moment seem like child’s play. I actually had enough control of the situation to decide that if I had a stroke from being overwhelmed by the powerful release I would still be happy because I would dying a content man. Here I was, punching human muscle that was so hard I feared my knuckles would start bleeding, I had two giant fingers stretching out my ass in a way that made all past fucks pretty lame, and I was picturing a modern-day surfing-Hercules doing real feats of strength that were only ever fantasized about in comic books. Justin easily held my bucking body in place with his one hand underneath my ass and his biceps took my beating like I was merely hitting him with a big feather. My legs shot straight out, still wedged far apart because of Justin’s insanely thick body, and I emptied enough cum into my crotch that it gushed around my hips and waist and between my legs to cover Justin’s hand and forearm, which were still pushing fingers into my ass. I let my worn out arms drop back to my side and noticed that my fingers ached as if I had been punching a brick wall.
“Time for some Marcus candy.”
Justin brought his flexed arm down and returned his hand under me. He pulled his fingers from my ass and my insides instantly missed their presence. I felt empty in some way and much lighter – of course some of that could have been caused by the fact that I had lost enough semen to fill a small pond. Mostly I felt differently because part of the muscleman was no longer inside of me. I watched as Justin brought his cum-covered fist and forearm up to his mouth. He started to lick the sweet smelling spunk the stuff he had caused my body to discharge so powerfully. He purposely made slurping sounds and moaned like he was eating some over-the-top gourmet meal. My white milk looked thicker than ever – probably an automatic reaction to the muscle god before me – and it dripped like honey down Justin’s muscled forearm and caused the black shirtsleeve, rolled up at the elbow, to become sopping wet.
“You taste good, Marcus. How kind of you to give up your nectar for me.”
“As if I had a choice. It’s like your fingers were churning the sweet stuff inside of me the entire time. I couldn’t have held out any longer even if my life had depended on it.”
“Too much ass play, huh?”
“That, a meaty biceps that’s bigger than a punching bag – not to mention harder – and the vision of you lifting that cement mixer drum. No person on earth could have prevented his or her body from spewing. I’m amazed I didn’t have a heart attack. My body is still shaking uncontrollably.”
“Here, let me calm you down then - in a little bear hug, man.”
Justin brought his free arm around my upper body and easily pulled me into his chest. This time it did not feel like I was being slammed into a brick wall – the guy had done something to lessen the hardness of his massive pecs. My face and upper body was immediately surrounded by hot sweaty muscle. His one arm across my back easily held me in place and then he moved his other arm beneath its partner and squeezed me tightly into his body. The temperature inside me shot up by about ten degrees in mere seconds. The incredible security, warmth, and power offered by his two arms was unimaginable, but being smashed up against the granite-like wall of human muscle, which was his body, made me want to instantly curl up and go to sleep. The best way to describe it was to say I had suddenly been placed in a muscle womb. I felt his heartbeat quicken through the slabs of beef pushed against my own upper body – he obviously loved having me in this position as much as I did. Justin tensed his biceps and the pressure holding me in place increased. I anticipated the added restriction to any movement would cause me to be uncomfortable, but the opposite was true. The eroticism and pleasure equaled the power he was using.
“You feel nice right here, Marcus. I could get used to this.”
My face was resting in the top part of the great divide between his monstrous pecs. I was able to still breathe because the valley was so deep that a tunnel of air could shoot up to my mouth. I was able to look downward and noticed it was the view he probably saw all the time – two bulging mounds of muscle and nothing else, unless you looked straight down the crevice. I wondered what it must feel like to never see your stomach or feet unless you bent over. I pulled my face from its resting place and looked at Justin. He was smiling at me in a way that seemed both powerful and gentle at the same time. I was beginning to understand that this huge man encompassed both spectrums of what I longed for in a partner. He was stronger than I could ever imagine being humanly possible, but the guy also had an innocence and softness within him that made me want to take care of him forever. I wondered how it was possible for such opposite forces of nature to exist in one person, but then I remembered that I was not dealing with just a normal guy – this was Justin.
“Yeah? I think I’m already used to how right this feels, Justin.”
My comment made the huge man’s body suddenly tense up more, restricting my breath a little, and then a single tear was released from his eye and slid down his cheek. My cock was back to throbbing harder than even before – mainly because of the contradiction between arms as hard as steel constricting around my body like two giant snakes juxtaposed against the incredible beauty and pure surrender of that one tear. Justin could have crushed me like a little grape, but his obvious love for me caused his big body to automatically cuddle me like a newborn puppy. The guy was master and slave wrapped into one giant mountain of muscle. I started leaking pre-cum again at this realization – even though my body had been entirely emptied of its juice just minutes before. My heart opened wider than I ever thought possible and a feeling that could only be defined as love enveloped my entire being. Our life forces molded together in that one moment.
“Let me guess something, Justin. You told me the other day that you wanted to suggest some adjustments to the plans for my Malibu house. Those changes wouldn’t have anything to do, by any chance, with enlarging the place so it might be comfortable for sharing with someone as big as a bull, would they?”
The huge body holding me so easily in the air began to shake a little. Justin’s reaction was clearly a mixture of excitement and cautious nervousness. I had hit the nail on the head, but it was clear he doubted the outcome of his unspoken proposal. The guy could have forced me to do anything in the world – one of his arms had more strength than I would ever have in my entire body. He fucking curled trucks, benched bulldozers, made armies of straight construction workers cream in their pants from his displays of strength, and could grow his body as easily as dough rising in the oven, but he refused to force me to do anything. I was free to say whatever I wanted and he would follow it like an order from a parent. His entire life, not to mention his body, had been building toward this exact moment and I realized he was ready to completely accept as his fate whatever I said – but he would not influence me in any way, other than offering himself completely.
“Yes, Marcus. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you please have me?”
Justin’s heartbeat tripled it’s already very fast pace. His entire frame seemed to tense up even more – something that I thought was impossible. It now felt like my body was trapped in dry concrete. I was still able to breathe; mainly because of how far his chest stuck out from his stomach and it freed my lungs from the pressure. The man’s face clearly showed how my answer would either empower him or devastate him – he was taking the biggest risk of his entire life. I moved my head next to his, so my lips were near his right ear. I whispered my answer so it would heighten the effect. He did not miss any of the hidden messages in what I said.
“Our master bedroom is in the back of the house. Why don’t you take me back there and fuck me senseless so we can consummate this marriage.”
It never entered my mind that a mountain could move so fast.
To be continued