The Pupil Earns a Muscle Gold Star
by Londonboy
The small ad in the back of the gay magazine found in the corner of the bar simply said ‘Muscle dad seeks boy to grow’ and then listed a phone number. It was a Sunday afternoon and the place was empty. I had been there for a few minutes and was perusing the pictures of the escorts and masseuses that made up the last part of the trashy rag. Most people probably missed the short note or weren’t even interested. I was bored enough to call the number – even if it was hoax.
“You got Sam, talk.”
The way the guy answered the phone was so abrupt and incredibly sexy at the same time that it caught me off guard. The voice was also gruff and masculine. You could tell he was a real muscle daddy just from his voice. I fumbled for words.
“Yes . . . um, I was calling about . . . I saw the ad . . . in a magazine.”
“How much you weigh, pup?”
“I’m sorry?”
“How much do you weigh?”
“Um, about two ten, I think.”
“How tall?”
“I’m just over six foot.”
“When was your last physical, pup?”
“Um . . . about three months ago.”
“Doc say everything was good?”
“Yes . . . I mean, he said I’m a little overweight, but the rest is . . . well, um, normal.”
“How young are you, son?”
“Uh . . . I’m twenty-three.”
“Fuck yeah, that’s nice. Real nice. You’ll do, pup. Let’s get a few things straight, though. You like to get your ass pounded?”
“I’m sorry?”
“I can grow you man. I can grow you real big. But in the process, I need to use your ass to satisfy some of my urges. Consider it payment. I take care of you and make you grow beyond your wildest dreams and in return you become my fuck toy. It’s that simple. Don’t worry, pup, the pounding will make you real happy, too.”
“Um . . . I’m not sure I’m . . . well, maybe I’m not . . . “
“Suit yourself, son. I’m not forcing you into anything – it’s your choice. You want to get big or not?
“Yes sir, I do.”
I have no idea why I added the ‘sir’ to my answer. It just seemed like the right thing to do. I was already in awe of the man and we hadn’t even met face to face. His cockiness came through loud and clear over the phone and I knew, instinctively, the proper way to address this man. I sensed my answer pleased the elder guy – and that, in turn, gave me much pleasure.
“So, you like getting fucked, pup?”
“I’m pretty sure I’d like getting fucked by you, sir.”
“Damn, son, you know the right things to say. That’s a mighty fine answer. I think you and I are going to get along swell. You got a boyfriend, pup?”
“Um, no sir.”
“Too bad. I like it when I get to wrestle my boy from some other guy. That’s okay, though. I’ll just have to work off the pressure you’re creating in my body some other way. That’s no problem, boy. Lastly, you have to live here. Just pack some clothes and close up your place. I need you here so I can monitor your lifting, your eating, and your cock wanking. I’ve come to realize that semen build up and release has a direct connection to muscle development. I’ll be putting you on an ‘ejaculation’ diet.”
“I’m not so sure I can . . . um do that, sir.”
“Like I said, suit yourself, pup. If you aren’t willing to sacrifice a little for big muscles, then you aren’t the right guy. It’s been nice chatting with you, boy…”
“Wait! I’m sorry, sir. I . . . um . . . I can come to your place this evening.”
“That’s more like it, son. I have a feeling you’re going to be just what the doctor ordered. I’m going to make you a huge fucker. Let me give you my address and I’ll expect you here at eight. The fun and the work will begin then.”
That’s all it took for me to make a major change in my life. It may sound crazy to most people, but I had hit a dead end street in my love life, my work, and my entire being. I was in a big rut and needed something to kick my butt into gear – and Sam sounded like just the man to do it. After hanging up the phone, I went home and packed, I closed up my pathetic apartment, and then I drove to the part of town that was made up of huge homes and yards that took up acres. I found myself standing at the front door of what could only be described as a mansion. It was seven fifty-nine and I was full of anxiety as I rang the doorbell. The front door opened a few seconds later and I gazed at perfection. If there had been any doubts in my mind up to that point about this new phase of my life they disappeared immediately when I gazed on the huge body of a man clearly in his late fifties or early sixties. My shock and excitement at the godlike figure in front of me caused me to start babbling uncontrollably.
“Um . . . hello, Sam, my name is Scott. I called earlier. I did just as you said, Sam…”
“Hold on there, pup, let’s get another thing straight right away. From here on out you call me dad, daddy, muscle daddy, pops, or even gramps. But know that being called gramps gets my juices bubbling so much that I might throw you on the ground right then and there and fuck you silly. It’s your choice. You’re my pup, now, and I want you to use terms of endearment when addressing me. We’re going to get so close, son, that it will start to come natural anyway.”
“Yes sir, dad.”
“Shit, boy, you’re going to do fine. I can tell by how quickly you learn that we’re going to have you pumped up in no time. And look at what I’ve got to work with. You weren’t lying to me on the phone, were you? That’s a good thing. We can lose those extra pounds in a few weeks and then start bulking up that already good-sized body immediately. Well come on in, son, and let’s get you settled. I’ve got some protein shakes for us in the kitchen – think of it as a little ‘welcome to your new home’ present.”
The giant older man threw his thick arm around my neck and basically dragged me into the front room of his huge house. He grabbed my two big bags with one of his massive paws and shut the front door behind us. The chance of a lifetime was beginning.
It’s hard to remember, in detail, all the things that happened that evening. After showing me to a suite of gorgeous rooms, which would now be my living quarters, I was whisked into the kitchen and offered a sweet tasting concoction made specifically by my new muscle daddy. He refused to tell me what was in the drink until I was completely done. While we were draining our major gulp-sized drinks the elder man basically groped every part of my body – as if I were some kind of fruit in the produce section and he was checking my ripeness. The big man moaned appreciatively when he grabbed my plump ass cheeks – whispering something about how his big piece of meat couldn’t wait until it pried my mounds apart. He also smiled as he noticed how flabby my arms and legs felt – which led me to believe he looked forward to making that part of my body hard and beefy. When he felt my stomach he opened his calloused palm and rubbed it like I was Buddha. He continued to let my flab move around under his hand.
“Believe it or not, pup, but I like a little spare tire on my man. Don’t worry, we’re going to give you a set of abs that would make pro bodybuilders cry with envy, but I’m going to enjoy this extra meat while it lasts. There’s something so fucking sexy about watching pounds of flab turn into solid muscle. It makes me churn more hot lava-like cum than anything else. We need to do a little filming of your stomach changing so I can edit it all together to make a slow motion video of the makeover. Watching that in the future will make me shoot buckets of my thick spunk. Shit, I’m getting so jacked up just thinking about how you are going to grow. We are going to make you even bigger than me.”
His words were causing me to get very excited. My cock was now a huge bulge pressing out at my crotch – the outline clearly and deliciously displayed. I noticed the arching outline of something obscenely large growing in my daddy’s sweats, as well. My mouth dropped open wide in a mixture of fear and lust. Daddy’s massive cock matched the rest of him – and he wasn’t even fully hard.
“Yeah, that’s good, pup. Talking about growing your body gets your cock super charged, doesn’t it? That’s a good sign, boy. We need your dick to love muscle – we need it to produce semen at the mere mention of bulging biceps or thick quads. We also need it to sprout harder than hell when I flex like this.”
The elder muscleman bent his upper torso slightly to the right and then brought his arm up into a beautiful biceps flex. It was a pose I had seen on television and in videos for years, but watching it in real life was unbelievable. His arm pressed aggressively against the seams of his polo shirt sleeve and I moaned out loud. The big man reached up with his other hand and pulled the material upward, off of his huge gun – just so he wouldn’t ruin the shirt. My cock shot even harder and I heard my daddy chuckle as he found confirmation in all that he had just said.
“This is the kind of arm you desire, son. Hell, you’ve dreamed of being as big as this senior muscle daddy ever since you could remember being able to dream – haven’t you? Don’t worry, son, we’re going to pump your muscles up something big. There’s going to come a day when you won’t even remember being like you are now. You’ll reach a point where you’ll just assume you’ve always been massive. I can’t remember being small, son. I can only remember muscles – and lots of them – bulging all over my body. Tell me what you see when you look at your daddy’s big body, pup.”
“I just see hugeness everywhere, sir. Your shoulders seem as wide as mountain ranges. That flexed biceps makes me think of cannonballs, sir. I haven’t seen guns that size even on men half your age…”
“Those puny runts! They wish they were as big as your muscle daddy.”
“Yes sir. Your chest seems thicker than a house, sir. I’m surprised they make shirts that big.”
“Custom made, son. You’ll have to do the same some day.”
“I can’t wait, sir. And those legs, even when covered by sweats, look thicker than the giant trees along your driveway. I’ve always heard the expression – legs as big as trunks, but now I understand the saying more fully than ever before. I also see a mature man – someone who knows what he wants and he knows how to get it. That silver buzz cut makes my toes curl up, sir, and that goatee makes you seem like some Olympian god that has just beaten Zeus in a battle of muscle power.”
“Damn, son, you have no idea what you are doing to me. You might want to stop talking for a few seconds or I’m going to slam you up against that hefty Viking fridge and shove my cock through your slacks and briefs just to plug that hole of yours. But right now, since you’ve finished that drink I want you to know that it’s my frozen cum that makes it taste so good. I’m going to keep churning out cups of my juice for you and freezing it so we can make more protein shakes like this until you are twice the size you are right now. Yeah, I can see you licking your lips now that you know you got some of me down your throat. Well, we’re going to make sure I fill that mouth and ass of yours with my semen every day. It’s my secret weapon for making you into a muscle monster, boy. But right now, we’re going to consummate this little partnership.”
With those simple words, my muscle daddy bent his shoulder down, wrapped an arm around my waist, and then easily threw me into a fireman’s hold. He immediately started walking to the opposite end of the house. On our way I began to hear and feel material being ripped away from my body. My daddy was using his free hand to pull my pants and underwear away from my legs and ass. He then moved on to my shirt. By the time we reached his master bedroom and the giant bed in the center of the large room I was wearing only my socks. The giant threw me down on the bed like I was just a pillow. He then reached up and ripped his polo shirt – the one he had protected earlier – from his body. He was obviously so turned on that he didn’t care if he ruined his clothes. I gasped out loud when I saw his naked upper torso – amazed that a senior citizen could be so massive and so ripped. He had the body of a twenty year old, but the face of a mature sexy daddy. He saw my cock twitching with pleasure and decided to make it go to full attention by throwing both of his arms up into the most beautiful double biceps pose – a stance that showed off his size and power. My cock responded appropriately and shot up into a straight tower – glistening because of the pre-cum streaming out of my dickhead.
“Yeah, look how my fucking biceps can control your dick, boy. You can’t help yourself around this much muscle, can you? Well feast on the beast, boy!”
With that, my senior muscleman pulled down his sweats and stood back up, allowing his giant cock to arch out from his body – huge beyond even my wildest imagination, but still not fully hard. I gazed on his amazing body and my balls began to ache from the need to release the load of cum that had built up inside of me so quickly. I waited desperately to see what my muscle daddy would do next.
“Show me that hole, boy.”
I lifted my legs toward my chest and grabbed hold underneath my thighs with my hands, pulling my legs apart as I exposed my tight chute to the silver-haired man at the edge of the bed. As soon as the elder daddy got a view of my opened ass the pole arching out from his crotch began to slowly crank upwards, like a thick metal periscope cresting out of the water. I knew I was in trouble when the hard cock finally smacked against his rigged abs.
“Time for you to get another load of my spunk at the other end, son.”
Suddenly the big man’s upper torso was hovering above my face – his giant arms blocking my peripheral vision in both directions. I leg go of my legs since my ass was now supported by the lower part of my muscle daddy. I reached out and grabbed the thick, vein-covered forearms at my sides and marveled at how hard his body felt. I screamed from shock and some major pain as I felt the monster cock of my super man burst into my tight ass. If I expected mercy it was quickly clear that none would be given. My entire ass chute was quickly filled with his enormous tube of hard meat. I continued to cry out until the thrusts of my muscle daddy began to feel less invasive and almost inviting. The entire bed seemed to rock back and forth from the force created by the big man’s heaving body. Even in the midst of pain my cock stayed rock hard and at the verge of explosion the entire time. True to his earlier prediction, it seemed I was nothing more than a warm tight hole to fuck for my daddy. He kept his eyes tightly shut and finally got into a slow rhythm of thrust and withdraw, which seemed to give him the kind of thrill his big body needed. He spoke to no one in particular as he pounded me so methodically.
“Yeah, fucking tight hole. Gonna get you big, boy, real big. You need my muscle juice to pump you up and I’m going to fill that body of yours with so much hot cum you’re going to sound like a gurgling water cooler when you walk. Take that big daddy pole way up in your ass, son. Yeah, that’s a good boy. It’s starting to feel real nice now, isn’t it? Shit, your man hole is keeping me harder than hell. My balls are almost slapping up against your ass, son. Just a few more power thrusts and you’ll have my entire massive rod all the way up inside of you. Yeah, that feels so nice. You’re so fucking tight, man. I’ve gotta shove extra hard to get up in all that tightness. Yeah, my big cock is filling you up, boy – filling you up so much you aren’t going to walk normal for days. So tight, man, so fucking tight. Aw fuck, feel my big balls slamming against your cheeks – that’s a beautiful sound – that smacking, ain’t it, boy?”
I couldn’t tell what was making me more excited – his huge cock plowing my ass or the insanely sexy stuff he was growling out loud. I was stimulated beyond belief – ready to explode, but I knew I should wait for my big man. Seeing the muscle daddy getting so much pleasure from my ass made me proud and very happy. Suddenly his thrusts got harder and his moans got louder. I sensed he was close to release.
“Fuck, boy, your hole is gonna make me cum harder than I have in a very long time. My balls feel like they weigh ten pounds each – they are just ripe for spewing. It feels like I’m about to shoot mega spunk torpedoes into your body.”
By this point the pounding was so hard it felt like either my back was going to break or my muscle daddy was going to actually shove my body through the bed. His manly heavy breathing and the way his entire body started to bulge magnificently made it clear he was at the edge. My ass felt like it was going to be ripped apart. He wasn’t even conscious that he was fucking me hard – I was just something that was giving him pleasure. As the end of each thrust the big man would give an extra muscle push and force the fat tip of his cock deeper into me – sending my body into ecstatic convulsions.
“Muscle daddy wants to come. Got to cum. Gonna fuck you silly, boy. Here . . . it . . . comes . . . ah. . . ah . . . aw fuuuucckkkkkkk!”
With one powerful slam deep into my body his giant hard hose began to spray his juice into my tight ass. It was like some dam had burst and the force of the liquid was too much for anything in its path. The warmth in my chute was equaled by the hot cum that sprayed out of my own cock all over my chest and abs. The two of us rocked the bed at the same time – screaming out loud and continuing to buck out bodies together – as if we had been partners for years. My cock was still sputtering drops of cum when the big man pulled his cock from my body and allowed my numb legs to drop back on the bedspread. My muscle man lay down on the bed beside me and draped a huge arm across my still heaving chest. He spoke loudly as he closed his eyes.
“Now we sleep, boy. Tomorrow I will wear out your ass in a different way, so you need your rest. Your growth begins soon. Tonight we let my juice work its magic in your body, while I think of new ways to fuck you. Every part of you will ache after tomorrow’s workout – to match the pain you presently feel in your ass.”
It’s a good thing I was worn our by the man’s brutal attack on my hole and wasn’t looking for tenderness or cuddling. The big daddy was sound asleep in mere minutes – his rhythmic heavy bear-like breathing gave me immediate comfort. It was like sleeping with Superman. His heavy arm had me pinned to the bed and my ass still ached from his pounding, but I was very happy. I fell asleep quickly and dreamed of my muscle daddy – but also of my body growing huge.