Read My Lips 3

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I followed Skip to the SUV. He walked around the entire vehicle as if he was taking inventory – noting it’s size, it’s weight, it’s weakest part and stuff like that. He stopped when we reached the front of the car again. Skip was standing to the side of the automobile and I was in front of it. He turned to me, laid his body up against the side of the car and then raised his left arm – the smaller one – into what looked like an arm wrestling position. He looked right at me and then used his large hand to make a “come here” motion with his index finger. Even though it was his normal arm on the hood of the car I still made a face that showed he must be insane. “Are you kidding? I’ve just seen you rip a turnstile apart. Do you think I’m going to arm wrestle you?” This made Skip smile. He then moved his large finger over and pointed at his smaller bicep. I immediately got his point. He had told me that any kind of resistance or exertion made his muscles grow. Skip wanted me to get the experience of a lifetime – being the source of some guy’s muscle growth. My strength could provide some resistance growing power for his arm. This was just too much for me to handle. I threw his backpack and my satchel on the hood of the car. My excitement momentarily dissolved because the car alarm went off. This caused me to jump back like a child caught doing something wrong. Skip simply stood up, silently chuckled at me, and walked around to the front of the SUV. I stepped to the side. Skip faced the front of the car, found a specific place, brought his huge arm back and then slammed his fist into the grill of the car. The alarm immediately stopped. On top of everything else about this man – he must have known something about cars. Skip pulled his arm out of the front of the car and then moved back its side. He again raised his hand – ready to arm wrestle.

I stood there with my mouth open – which was becoming a common pose for me. I didn’t want to move for a few seconds. Watching him slam his arm halfway up into the motor of the SUV had almost sent me beyond a point of control. I knew any kind of contact on my cock – even the fabric of my pants moving across it would cause a huge convulsion of cum-releasing pleasure. I needed a few seconds to regain control. Skip obviously understood my problem. He waited patiently – and I think he was impressed by my ability to prevent losing the load that had been building since he first smiled at me on the subway. I was finally able to move to the front of the car. I glanced at the hole in the grill and then quickly glanced away when the sight caused me to go toward the edge of losing control again. Skip was just standing there waiting. He had pulled his pad of paper and pen out of the backpack and wrote a note. As I leaned against the car and raised my arm to his, I saw what he had jotted down. “Very impressive control Mason. The more you savor this the larger my muscles will grow. I’ve never been this big before. We’ll get you some relief soon. I promise.” I acknowledged the note by simply nodding my head – as if in a trance. We joined our hands and the connection sent a wave of pleasure through my body. It was much more than lust – there was a deeper connection. I looked back up at his face. Skip had become more beautiful to me than anyone I had ever met. His smile, alone, could probably make me cum. I looked at his massively muscled arm lying on the hood of the car and then turned my focus to the smaller arm waiting for the match.

Skip did not push up his sleeve. This gave me a thrill. I knew we were going to get to see the sweater be destroyed as we went along. What a sly dog this guy was – he knew just how to get both of us going. Although Skip had a pretty good body – not counting the inflated arm that made it unbelievable – his left arm and mine were pretty evenly matched. Even after watching what happened to his arm when it met resistance I felt a little cocky about our upcoming battle. I might be able to beat him before his arm grew. Skip wrote another quick note on the pad with is huge hand. “You begin when you are ready.” Before I even registered that I finished reading the note I put all of my strength into my arm – thinking I would catch him off guard. I was so stupid with my delusions of being a match for this guy. My grip of his hand intensified because of the pressure from my arm – but his grasp didn’t change at all. It struck me immediately that he did not want to hurt my hand. That made me want to win even more. Even with the quick and, what I thought was intense, pressure from my arm, his hand did not budge at all. It felt like I was trying to arm-wrestle a building. I somehow doubled my pressure but to no avail. That’s when I noticed his arm. I swear the little resistance my arm was giving – especially when compared to the resistance of a metal bar – caused his arm to grow. No longer was I straining to try and win (as if I could!) now I was wrestling to make the arm get freakish. And that it did.

The wrist expanded first. It happened so quickly that I would have missed it if I had blinked – but I was not going to let my eyes shut for anything. The elastic band at the base of the sweater sleeve snapped instantly. I thought when clothes ripped off of growing muscles they would react like they did in the old Hulk series. On the television show they usually ripped down the seams – but that was not the case here. The intense explosion of muscles caused the sweater sleeve to rip in numerous places at the same time – and all of the rips instantly traveled down his raised forearm so the sleeve basically fell to the hood of the car in a few seconds. I knew that there must be some kind of similar reaction happening to his bicep, but I could not take my eyes off of his forearm. I watched closely as the muscle pulsed outward at the front and back of his arm. I also noticed the same type of giant vein as his other arm had produced start to rise from the rock-hard flesh-covered muscles. It was like a rush of powerful blood formed this masculine trail on his arm. It started at his wrist and then burst from the skin in a curved line down his forearm. I saw valleys and crevices form around the multi-layered muscles. The intense growth caused that part of his arm to quickly double in size compared to mine. My forearm looked like a baby’s next to his. I was sure his was now the size of one of my legs.

That’s when I heard an intense rip of fabric and, glancing beyond his forearm, I got to see his mega-sized bicep erupt through the sweater sleeve. Bits of green material went flying into the air and across the hood of the car. The entire sleeve disappeared in that one moment. There was just a small piece stuck under his elbow and fragments hanging near the shoulder. It was like a dam bursting as I watched his bicep pulse bigger since blood was now flowing unencumbered by the fabric. My hand was getting tired, but Skip wasn’t straining at all. He still wasn’t even pressing against my hand. He was just letting my pressure inflate his arm muscles. He wrote a note on the pad and I glanced down. “Use both hands.” I needed no more encouragement than that. I grabbed his growing hand with both of mine. The added pressure made Skip more excited as he watched the growth in his arm intensify. That’s also when I noticed that his hand was now much larger than mine. My fingers looked no larger than toothpicks compared to his. I also realized his arm was growing longer. My elbow was being lifted off the car. Skip noticed this as well. He wrote another note, but I anticipated what he was writing and stepped up onto the bumper of the car. I then pressed my entire body against his arm. My head was bent over his fist and I was able to look down at his bicep. The view from above was more amazing than the one below. From up here I was able to see how his bicep ballooned outward as well as upward. It continued to become incredibly wide and, yet, still kept its perfect melon shape. I saw the vein from his forearm snake across the top of his bicep and other smaller veins shoot off in other directions down the peak. I also got to see a split at the top of the bicep begin to take shape. Those two intense mounds that had appeared on his other bicep earlier were going to be on this one, as well.

That’s when my body gave out. I just couldn’t fight his giant arm any more. My back was aching and my feet kept losing their hold on the bumper. I fell to my knees on he hood and let my hands slide down his muscled forearm. Skip knew I was copping a feel of his muscles, but he didn’t mind. My left hand let go of his forearm at one point and went over to grab the top of his bicep. My palm didn’t come close to covering the mountain of muscle in his upper arm. I would not have been able to grab anything there if I had tried - it was just too big. I just let my open palm rest on his pulsing bicep. I could feel the thick vein and the blood rushing through it. I was breathing hard and a little dizzy from the workout. I glanced at Skip’s smiling face. He was looking at my tiny hand on his bulging muscle. I swear this guy was into muscle more than me – and I had always thought that impossible. I looked down and noticed that this arm had not grown as large as the other one and then it hit me that I had not been enough resistance to make it grow truly freakish. This disappointed me and I pushed away from his arm and stepping down from the bumper. Skip looked at me and noticed I was troubled. His forehead tensed with confusion. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t make it grow as big as the other one.” He read my lips and understood what was bothering me. Skip started shaking his head as if to say that I shouldn’t worry. He stood up and moved to the front of the SUV – making me step to the side. As he walked around I got a glimpse of his body with its recent changes. Even though his left arm was not as big as his right, what I saw was amazing. He looked like some deformed gorilla – with a small body and two enormous arms hanging down to his calves. I can’t begin to tell you how much this sight turned me on. Even though it was so abnormal, it somehow made his arms look even more pronounced – appearing even more insanely muscled when compared to the rest of him. Part of me wanted Skip to stay this way for a while so we could really enjoy focusing on those arms – but I did want them to be the same size.

Skip obviously wanted them to be the same size, too. I understood that he wanted me to get the pleasure of causing his muscles to grow, but I had forgotten that he could easily exert some more pressure on his left arm to make it continue to grow. And that is exactly what Skip intended to do. His arm was so long that he didn’t have to bend down to grab underneath the bumper of the car. I watched as he tightened his grip. Then using only his left hand he wrist curled the SUV a few times. I stumbled backwards a little when I saw this. The front end of the car came up and I know the tires left the ground as he used only his forearm to lift it – making it look as if it weighed nothing. His forearm quickly exploded beyond its already massive size. The definition matched his other forearm after about three lifts. Skip then straightened his body a little and moved into some bicep curls with the car. I cried out in what I would call a “my cock is too hard” pain as I witnessed him lift the front of the black SUV to his chest the first time. He lifted it as I would lift a mug of beer. It only took two lifts for his left bicep to attain the massive size and the freaky split peaks it had lacked earlier when compared to his right arm. Skip lifted it a third time just so he could drop the car from that raised height. It bounced a few times on enforced shocks and large tires. Skip turned to me after reaching up and writing something on the next page of the notebook. I read the note before looking at his arms. “Better now?” He tossed the pen and notebook on the hood and then just stood there. My first thought was thank God his shoulders had grown a little because I think the size of his arms would have caused them to rip out of their sockets. Even with his arms just resting at his sides he looked magnificent. The outer parts of his biceps bulged out a good half a foot farther than his shoulders. I didn’t find his arms and body weird looking – I found it the most erotic thing I had ever seen. His arms looked like someone had taken them off of a huge Greek stature and attached them to a normal body. Looking at him made me feel that every part of my body was ready to shoot a load – not just my strained cock – but every fiber of my being.

I looked at his smiling face and gave him a stern look. “You can’t just go doing stuff like that without warning me. I’ve never needed to cum as badly as I do right now – and I’ve been this way since I saw you on the subway. Do you realize how fucking difficult it is not to cream in my pants when I just look at your arms – and then you go and lift this SUV like it was a two-pound weight? Skip – you got to give me some time to calm down first – okay?” His smile became bigger and I swear I could see every tooth in his mouth. He was like a proud little boy. He tensed his arms at his side just to tease me. I had to shut my eyes so it wouldn’t send me over the edge. Skip let me be for a few seconds. He knew I needed to rest my aching cock. I tried to think of anything that could get my mind off of him. I thought about the time growing up when I saw my grandmother naked – and how her wrinkled sagging breasts had helped to confirm me being gay. I thought about burying my pet hamster in third grade after he had died of old age. I thought about how sad I was when I found out Bob Paris had a life-partner and we would not be getting married. All of this worked amazingly well – considering what I had just witnessed in real life. My hard-on didn’t go away, but the built-up volcano of semen did subside. I was again under control. Skip must have sensed this because I heard him walking toward me. Before I could open my eyes I felt two huge hands grab me at the hips and lift me off the ground. My eyes flew open as the volcano inside me moved closely toward eruption again. I brought my hand up and smacked Skip on the top of his head. I wanted him to know that, again, he should have asked before picking me up. Of course, there was no way that he could have known that being lifted by some muscle-god was one of my biggest fantasies – but he still should have warned me. My little slap on the head made Skip purposely tighten his grip on my hips and a slight pain shot through my body. I cried out in pain.

Meanwhile, Skip had carried me to the back of the SUV. He returned me to the ground once we were behind the car. He had the notebook and pen in his mouth. He took it with his huge hands and wrote a note. I was still a little miffed at him when he finally showed me what was written. “You have been very patient. It’s now time for you to be rewarded. I want to say thank you for helping me get these giant arms.” We looked at each other and smiled – he smiled because I had helped him attain such freakish arms and I smiled because he was going to give me a present. Skip placed the notebook and pen on top of the car. He then reached down and wrapped his huge hand around the large steel trailer hitch on the back of the SUV. I didn’t know if it had a proper name, but it’s that shiny metal ball that the arm of the trailer hooks to when being pulled. With nothing but a slight twist of his wrist he ripped the ball off the bumper. After all that I had already seen him do this evening, I was still amazed by this show of strength. He was ripping metal apart as if he were tearing a piece of bread. He brought the ball, which was about the size of a grapefruit, up to my face. I could see where it had been forcibly separated from its metal base. Skip used his other hand to guide my arm upward. He brought my upturned palm beside his and placed the ball in it. He then let go. The weight of the ball made my hand drop quickly. Skip anticipated this and had his other palm ready to catch mine. The weight of the solid ball of metal caused the back of my hand to smack into his non-movable stone-like palm with a loud thud. Pain shot through my arm and I winced. I looked up at Skip and he mouthed the word ‘sorry’. The pain lessened and Skip took the ball from my palm. I knew that he had wanted to show me how dense this piece of metal was – thus increasing how much pleasure I got from knowing how he easily tore it off the SUV. He also knew it would make whatever he intended to do with it now more powerful as well. I quickly forgot about how my hand was throbbing as I started to guess what he might do.

Skip held the ball in his hand level with his chest. We both looked down. He could have easily covered the entire piece of the car with his fingers but when he gripped it he was careful to leave room between his fingers for me to see what he was doing. What I witnessed next can only be compared to what used to happen when, as a child, I would squeeze a handful of Playdough – for that’s just what it looked like. As Skip brought his fingers together silver gobs of metal pushed out between them. He was manipulating the dense steel like it was nothing more than child’s play. He continued to open and close his hand as he maneuvered the crushed ball into a warm gooey substance. I was standing close enough to feel the heat his action was causing. He finally squeezed and rolled the soft putty-like material in his palm – causing the metal to fold into a thick tube-like sphere. I noticed the impressions left by is fingers. I was on the brink of having the orgasm of my life. Watching Skip manhandle this ball of steel forced me to use every ounce of my strength and concentration to not shoot my load. At this point Skip and I both knew a good stiff wind blowing against my cock could have made me erupt in cum-soaking pleasure. I was holding on for dear life. Skip brought the now semi red-hot piece of metal to his mouth and blew on it. I knew he was cooling it down a little for a reason – but I didn’t know what it was. When he saw that the metal could no longer burn a hole through something, but was still quite warm and soft, he grabbed me from behind with his free hand, then took his other palm, and pressed the warm, dough-like metal into my crotch. I immediately felt warmth – the warmth of the metal as Skip pressed it into and around my hard cock – but also the warmth of a fountain of cum spewing from my tool. I must have shook uncontrollably for two minutes. If Skip had not been supporting me with both of his huge hands I would have been on the ground looking like I was having a seizure. I now understood the term ‘his eyes rolled back into my head,’ because that’s exactly what happened to me. I left this earth for a few minutes. All I could focus on were memories from the day – hands crushing metal railings, fingers ripping steel plates, turnstiles being demolished, fingers writing in concrete, muscles exploding to freakish sizes, and hot crushed metal being manipulated around my cock.

I slowly came back to reality – which was now more fucking wonderful than fantasy – thanks to Skip. I could still feel his huge hands supporting my body. I hoped he did not move them soon because I was still totally dependent on them. It was clear that Skip knew this and he would wait as long as I needed him to. I was finally able to open my eyes. The first thing I saw was Skip’s smile – just as it should be. We stared at each other for a while and, when I could, I spoke softly. “Thank you.” That was all I could manage to get out. Skip merely nodded his head. We then both looked down at his hand on my crotch. What I noticed first was that releasing my load had been so forceful that much of it had shot out of the top of my pants and streaked half way up my shirt. I noticed that Skip’s hand was also covered in my juice. Secondly, I realized that my cock was still rock hard – even after such an intense orgasm. And upon closer inspection I realized that it was also now encased in what looked like a steel plate. It felt like some kinky sports cup or sex toy. Skip could tell I was sturdy enough for him to remove the hand at my crotch. He brought his big hand up to his mouth and began to lick my cum off his fingers. I continued to stare at the piece of metal that stayed in place around my cock. As my hard on began to lessen I could feel the metal mold beginning to slide off. I reached down and grabbed hold of it. I had forgotten how heavy it was. I lifted it higher and finally saw what had been Skip’s intention all along. There in the middle of that piece of metal was the perfect mold of my hard prick. You could even see wrinkles caused by the fabric of my pants. This was my gift – a reminder of the reaction his muscle growth caused in me. I thought to myself, “As if I needed a reminder” – but it was a cool gift anyway. I planned on keeping it forever. I also filed this little trick away in my mind for later use. Maybe we could get metal molds of his freakish muscles at some point. I bet I could make a fortune selling them.

I was now standing completely on my own, but I didn’t dare walk. I knew I was still too wobbly for that. Skip was busy writing a note and then handed it to me. “You let me know when you are ready for the chest.”

My cock was instantly rigid again. Did this man have no mercy? And even though most of my body screamed for me to say something different, my mouth – following the lead of my cock – spoke. “I’m ready right now.

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