Testosterone With a Capital T
by Londonboy
The handsome older man was sitting there in all his glory. The bulge at his crotch was so enormous that I couldn’t help but continue to steal glances every now and then. The guy’s spandex bike pants only covered the monstrous thing; they did nothing to hide its awesome size. My mind kept churning the same thought over and over – fuck, how big could the thing be? I figured the man wanted people to look since his legs were spread wide apart and every now and then he reached down and scratched the two big round orbs protruding at the bottom, which I knew were gorgeous, hairy, mouth-watering balls.
“You figure if you stare at it long enough you can will it to grow some, son?”
His words caught me off guard, as well as his openness about saying something so intimate out loud in such a small space. I was confident enough, though, to not let his gravel-like deep sexy voice knock me off my game. I was a good-looking man that certainly knew how to flirt. Since the guy hadn’t punched me in the face for ogling his package, I figured I could continue down the lustful road to wherever this erotic-charged exchange was headed. I looked into his hard, masculine face – noticing how my cock responded happily to this part of him, as well.
“Oh my, you mean it grows?”
“Hell, with the right kind of stimulation is can double or triple in size. I bet some guys can get it to four times its present dimensions.”
“Someone was obviously blessed by the gods.”
“Or just good genetics.”
“I see you’re not a religious man.”
“Well, let’s just say I’m not usually the guy that’s kneeling.”
“Or the one exclaiming ‘oh my god,’ I bet!”
This made the double-sized human chuckle, and the mounds of obviously hard beef underneath his tight shirt bounced in unison, like giant waves rolling up onto the sand. Manly thick fur poked out of the slight v opening at the top of the stretchy material. I saw a few strands of gray in amongst the dark brown – a sight that made my mouth water almost as much as the huge bulge beneath his waistline. The guy stood up and grabbed the top rung at the back of his chair with a giant hand that had thick long fingers – another sight that thrilled me in a way that seemed new and oh-so-familiar at the same time. He moved it over to my small round table like it weighed nothing and I reached up quickly to darken my iPad, not wanting him to see that I had been filming his hefty crotch for a few minutes. I had figured if I never saw him again at least I’d have some video to jerk off to. I never dreamed he’d talk to me. The big older tease lingered by the table for a few minutes before he sat down, since he knew the soft log and two giant boulders in his pants hovered perfectly even with my face. The entire bulge clearly pulsed in rhythm with his healthy, throbbing heartbeat. He wanted to make sure I got to see the covered mound up close and personal. I held my breath until he sat down.
“My name’s Clint.”
He held out his hand in that curved arm, fingers spread, jock-like fashion that oozed testosterone and cockiness. I tried to grasp his hand in what I thought was a masculine grip, but the guy didn’t pump his paw up and down with my overzealous jiggle. He just squeezed tightly and held my arm in place - even as I tried to shake our two limbs. It was the type of powerful hand crushing you expected from a big man like this. I didn’t wince or cry out, but my body tensed up enough to tell the man that he had caused a little pain. This made my new tablemate smile. He then proceeded to hold my hand entirely too long. I’m sure other people in the coffee shop were beginning to stare, but he paid no attention to them and only looked into my baby blues. This was the type of guy that didn’t give a fuck about anyone else – or about anyone else’s thoughts about what he chose to do. I had a feeling he had simple ways of dealing with any person that dared to challenge him. My own heartbeat increased tenfold from contact with the guy, but numbness also was starting to set in.
“I can’t feel my fingers.”
“Does that bother you?”
“Well, I’d like to be able to use this hand later on today.”
“As you wish, just thought you’d like to see what the juice produced by the bulge below powers in this body on a daily basis. But I’ll give your paw a break, since it’s probably the one you’re going to use to beat-off thinking about me later on.”
Damn, that was the hottest two sentences I had heard in a very long time. The man squeezed a little tighter, causing me to finally wince and moan out loud, and then he released. I immediately pressed my fingers into the tabletop to try and bring back some feeling as quickly as I could. I didn’t take my eyes away from his, though. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Really, I was just so instantly infatuated that I couldn’t look anywhere else, except into his intensely macho face. I was able to still hold my ground a little, though.
“My name is Alex.”
“Strong name for a young guy.”
“I’m not really that young.”
“Smooth skin around the eyes and no sign of gray – you’re young, pup.”
“Is that a bad thing, Clint?”
We both took long sips from our coffee cups. It was obvious we were now moving into full attack mode with our flirting. The nice piece of meat between my legs had already decided that this super masculine, spandex-covered muscle dream was something worth pursuing. The moment he moved his chair to my table I figured out he felt the same way. The man wrapped his fingers around his large coffee cup and I realized the things engulfed the entire thing, and then continued on some. I already knew he was fucking huge beneath the belt, but those hands would have just as easily given that fact away, as well.
“It all depends, Alex. Are you a youngster that’s still willing to learn a few things or do you think you know it all?”
“I’m constantly looking for wise men to show me what they know or what they can do.”
“Yeah, now that’s what I’m talking about – a man that gets how important it is to listen to the elders of the tribe. The experienced warriors usually know how to obtain the most out of life, don’t you think?”
“Mr. Clint, sir, I have always relied on the experience of my elders.”
We took another sip of coffee – clearly both of us needed a break from the sexual tension we were building. I fully anticipated hearing spandex being ripped apart by something growing too big below the table. The guy still had his legs spread far apart and I finally figured out it was because the package was simply too large for him to sit in any other position. I longed to bend over and peer beneath the table, but I refrained from giving in to those urges. Clint stared at me with an intensity that was both unnerving and intoxicating at the same time. I would have given anything to know what was going through his mind. His dark brown curly hair with its generous amount of saltiness was gorgeously messed up, obviously because of the helmet he had placed on the table. The man’s eyes were so green-brown that they looked like an aerial view of a thick forest. There were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and some across his forehead, which only seemed to make him more beautiful. His chin jutted out in a way that made it clear that in a past century he would have been a bare-knuckles fighter. It was Saturday morning and I gathered he didn’t shave on the weekend – since there was light stubble that just screamed to scrape across someone’s inner thighs as his warm mouth kissed cum-filled balls. Suddenly, I realized my last thought had gotten the best of me and I was going to be in trouble if I continued to fantasize about foreplay with this man. I quickly snapped back to the reality of our overt flirting.
“What do you do, Clint?”
“I see someone needs a break. Changing the direction of our conversation so abruptly.”
“Well, you do overpower people with your testosterone-laden animal magnetism, sir.”
“You complaining, Alex?”
“Not at all, sir.”
“Shit, being called ‘sir’ makes my asshole tighten, boy.”
“And being called ‘boy’ makes me want to bend over and grab my ankles.”
“That sounds like a pretty view. Have many people gotten to see that particular piece of artwork, Alex?”
“Just a select few, Clint.”
“I suppose there’s some criteria a guy must meet before getting the opportunity, right?”
“It’s like the height restrictions for a theme park ride. Only men of a certain size and handsomeness are privileged enough to see the view I offer from behind.”
“Am I the right size, Alex?”
“And then some.”
“And what about my handsomeness level?”
“That’s way off the charts, as well.”
“So I guess I meet your standards, Alex.”
“You raise the bar to new heights, sir.”
It was Clint’s turn to need a break. Calling him ‘sir’ again was like giving him an adrenaline injection. I watched as he took a long sip of his drink and slid a hand underneath the table, clearly adjusting his large piece of hardening meat. Oh how I longed to be sitting at another table so I could watch his log getting fucking bigger and bigger. We sat there for a few seconds in silence, hoping to calm our desire and need for what I hoped was a lot more flirtation. I loved this part of the gay man mating ritual – the long winding road to discovering everything there was to know about a potential fuck partner.
“So back to my ‘momentary pause’ question, Clint, knowing that we’ll return to our fun and games very soon. We’re just enjoying the journey. What do you do?”
“I work out hard, I play hard, and I fuck hard, Alex. Not necessarily always in that order and sometimes I do all three at the same time.”
“And that pays the bills?”
“It could if I wanted it to, but I actually sold my company last year and choose not to work.”
“With all that working out, playing, and fucking I’d say you definitely still have a full-time job, sir.”
“There’s that ‘sir’ word again. You trying to get me excited, boy? Yes, I keep my calendar pretty full, Alex.”
“I’m hoping there might be a few empty days for a potential new client, Clint.”
“It depends on whether the so-called client could deliver on the promised goods.”
Already the conversation had moved back to borderline pornography and I was very pleased. I loved the quickness of this guy’s responses almost as much as I loved how he tensed his biceps to emphasize his points. He clearly understood what his body did to me – hell, he knew what his body did to everyone around him. I kept wondering how much spandex could take being stretched by big muscles until it became too thin and simply disintegrated. I was pretty sure his outfit was close to the tearing point. I leaned in toward the guy and whispered.
“I can definitely deliver, Mr. Clint. I’m like the FedEx of the land of orgasmic bliss. I can wrap that huge package of yours in a warm, wet container with some extra suction for safe keeping or you can stuff it into a long tight space for protection until you’re ready to explode. I’m a customer service rep that doesn’t stop until you’re completely satisfied.”
“That sounds mighty fine, young man, but I’ve been let down by some reps before – as a matter of fact, I’ve had some important packages above the belt stomped on in the past.”
His momentary lapse into truthfulness and vulnerability, no matter how much it was thinly veiled in our choice of metaphors, caught me off guard. I noticed the seriousness in the man’s eyes and also saw the hopefulness I awakened in him. I was dumbfounded by this sudden turn in the conversation – so much so, I couldn’t hide my surprise.
“How in the hell could someone hurt such perfection? You seem to be the kind of package that most people would want to keep for life. Hell, there’s enough of you to please a small group of men, so it must a been a damned fool who let you slip through his fingers.”
“It was.”
“But maybe it was all supposed to happen – so you could meet someone that realized and appreciated your true value.”
“And how would you appreciate my true value, Alex?”
“I’d be your cheerleader when you’re working out hard, I’d be your martini mixer when you wanted to play hard, and I’d be your tight hole when you needed to fuck hard. Does that cover it, sir?”
“Damn, son, you do aim to please, don’t you?”
“Only when it’s clearly worth it. And I see many big bulges that prove to me it’s worth it.”
“So now were not just talking about what’s beneath the waist, are we, Alex?”
“No sir. I see some hugeness and thickness in other places that make it pretty clear you’re the total package. I think unwrapping you would be almost as fun as what we’d do with the gift as soon as it was totally exposed.”
“Man, you do have a way with words. Listen sport, as fun as all of this is, I just dropped in for a quick caffeine jolt before I did the second leg of my fifty miles today. I need to get back on my bike before my legs start to stiffen and before other parts of me stiffen too much for it to be comfortable sitting on a small seat for the rest of the morning. I’d really like to continue this conversation over drinks, though, and maybe some dinner. Are you available tonight?”
“Let me check my calendar. Yes!”
“How come a handsome lad like you is free on a Saturday night? You’re not deranged in some way that I haven’t picked up on, are you?”
“Oh, I had something scheduled for this evening, but I seem to have gotten a much better offer. It’s certainly a bigger offer. I don’t think even the end of the world as we know it would keep me from having drinks and dinner with you, Clint.”
“Man, you’re almost too good to be true, Alex. Are you always this smooth and accessible?”
“No, there is part of me that is very difficult to access easily – I make it that way to give you more pleasure. I think you’ll have to try to shove your way in again and again just to help make the access even smoother.”
“No problem, sir, I have a huge battering ram.”
“So I’ve already noticed, sir.”
“Son, you say ‘sir’ one more time and I’m going to throw your body over my shoulder and storm out of here searching for some place private. We might not even make it out of the shop.”
The man stood up and the still-not-completely-hard bulge at his crotch now snaked up his right thigh so extremely far that my mouth dropped open wide and I allowed a loud moan of disbelief to escape. This drew everyone’s attention to the obscene thickness that now pressed against the spandex in a way that made veins visible and the ridge of the head as clear as if the guy had been nude. I registered gasps being emitted around me and I’m sure the eyes of small children were immediately covered, but I did not take my gaze from the man’s colossal penis. Even with quads almost as big as my waist, the man’s dick seemed to not be humanly possible. I had a feeling if the guy’s piece of meat ever shot hard super quickly he would pass out from the lack of blood getting to any other part of his body. I was instantly turned into some kind of driveling size queen, a role I had never dreamed of taking before. But, then again, I had never met a man like Clint. I tore my eyes from his perfect package and forced then to travel up his gorgeous big body until I was again staring into his eyes of forest green.
“Shall we meet at Geoffrey’s at seven?”
“That would be huge . . . I mean, that would be fine, Clint. I look forward to it.”
“Like I said earlier, it gets even bigger.”
“Are you trying to tease me or frighten me?”
“Both.”
“It’s working.”
“I’ll see you at seven, but I’ll think about you a lot as I pump out these next twenty-five miles.”
“I think I might pump out something twenty-five times before tonight, as well.”
“Oh please don’t, it would be nice if you saved some of yourself for me.”
“No matter what I do this afternoon, Clint, being around you this evening is going to cause me to produce more cream than in the entire dairy section at ten markets. I will see you at seven.”
“See you then, Alex. Let’s say semi-formal, so there are more clothes to take off. It will prolong the foreplay.”
“I like the way you think, s…”
“Don’t say it, son. You have no idea what that sign of respect does to me. I’d be able to toss your small body over my shoulder before the word completely left your lips.”
“I’m sure I’d enjoy the ride, though. See you later, Clint.”
END