Musclove, Texas 9 (mm mt musc inc)
by Max Mann
Rick never could knot ties correctly. Today was no exception as the school year began, and he wanted to maintain a professional look by covering the mountainous muscles he now possessed. He tried to make every act as normal as before his growth; at times he succeeded but moments would arise, such as when he put his gabardine pants on, or when his silk tie slid between the valley of his pecs, that his sexual yen would well up. He believed he was controlling his desires very well, allowing only his lips to touch his colossus of cock and drink his heavy cream. But his sons began noticing his frequent disappearances, the quiet moans of self-love from every room of the house; the bathroom, his bedroom, the laundry room, the gym. They correctly surmised that their father had taken a shine to his new body, but hadn't yet crossed the threshhold for other males. So they made every attempt to seduce their father - walking around naked, jutting their asses as they bent over the bathroom sink to shave, groping his body at every turn - all to no avail.
He walked down the wide stairwell and saw his shirtless sons engaging in sexy horseplay, grabbing cocks, asses, and every inch of muscle atop their handsome bodies. He immediately interrupted them with a loud throat-clearing, mostly so he wouldn't keep staring at them.
"Shouldn't you boys be dressed more appropriately?" he asked.
Jeremy said, "C'mon, dad, it's supposed to hit the low 90's today, and there's nothing in the school's dress code saying you have to wear a shirt."
Bryce said, "Yeah, dad, I'll bet no one but you's gonna wear one. Might as well start fitting in with the rest of us."
"I don't have to do anything. Remember, this body was forced upon me." Those were the last words he said until everyone had finished their breakfasts, enough food to feed the Dallas Cowboys. He tried to engage in chitchat while driving them to school, but the talk always seemed to come around to sex. His temper flared when Jeremy said the principal enjoys getting rimmed.
The boys had been correct. When he pulled into the parking lot, only Rick wore any kind of shirt, which now clung wetly to his body thanks to the humid Texas air. All around the lot teens and teachers were kissing or tweaking nipples, fondling fronts and backs with unbridled lust. Rick did his best to ignore them, as well as the hoots and whistles that met him when he passed by, and the sounds of sex from inside several of the homerooms as he strode to his classroom.
The bell rang to signify the start of the day, and the principal's voice, deep and sexy, came on the intercom to welcome back the students and teachers, paused for a moment of silence for the teacher Rick had replaced, and then introduced the new students and teacher. Rick's face grew red when Joe Bob said, "Maybe he'll learn some things from you boys as well," then chuckled suggestively.
Rick stood in front of his first group of students, introduced himself, and when he turned to write his name on the blackboard one of the sophomores said, "God, look at the ass on him! I'd love to sink my tongue between those cheeks."
Without thinking, Rick flexed his glutes back and forth, jiggling them like aspic. It wasn't until he'd heard the catcalls from his students that he'd realized what he'd done. For the rest of class, Rick stayed seated behind his desk, suddenly aware of his new id threatening to break through. At the bell, every one of his students strode to the desk, showing their huge teen bulges, then walked away shaking their buns behind them.
The second class arrived, and Rick stayed in firmer control, making sure never to give the freshman, including Bryce, any chance to pounce on a lapse of judgment. He heard one of them whisper to his son, "Dude, why's your old man so uptight?"
Bryce said, "He's still not used to being grown. He just needs to get fucked, that's all. Once he's had a cock up his ass, he'll be fine."
Rick glared sternly at his son, who defiantly sat upright in his desk and said, "You know it's true, dad. It's going to happen, and I hope I'm there to watch it. Maybe I'll even be there to DO it."
The thought of his youngest son impaling him on his impressive teenhood wouldn't go away for the rest of the class, no matter how much Rick tried to shift his focus away. Bryce would sit there, legs splayed, package bulging, absentmindedly rubbing his chest and tweaking his luscious nipples. Rick tried to bore him, and the rest of the teens, into a stupor to get their minds off getting off with each other.
He succeeded in lulling the boys into monotony, but once they'd left his class he locked the door and pulled down the window blinds. He sat at his desk, reached into his pants, and eased his schlong out. He felt so dirty as he masturbated, placing the head against his lips and imbibing in his juice. He sucked himself ravenously as Bryce's words echoed in his brain: "It's going to happen". Rick consciously knew, but when? Where? Who? Would one of his sons take advantage of him as he slept? Would he have a chance encounter with another jogger in his favorite spot in the woods (which seemed to be grassier and leafier lately)? Or...here at school? A parent-teacher meeting, a detention class. The bell rang as he thought about his sons and their third period classes. Is Jeremy learning about a different kind of invasion during history? What kind of scientific discoveries is Bryce experiencing? And Trent...gym class...with Coach Mike Bullock...
Bullock. Musclebound, hairy, hot, daddy Bullock. His sons had told him that before his growth Mike was the most desirable man in town, and still is since Rick refused to allow himself the pleasures of muscle sex. Had he fucked all three of his sons? Did they tell him how much they loved taking his massive cock down their throats or up their asses? Did they ever call him "daddy" as he made his sons blow their wads all over him? That handsome, beefy, cocky bastard.
"I'll show him."
Rick became consumed with resentment, no longer thinking clearly as he stood up, cock towering over his head and oozing precum, sinew and veins appearing through the thin, tanned skin. He unlocked the door and strode into the hall, kicking off his pants as they fell past his ankles. The smell of his semen wafted through the hallway, under the cracks of every door as he walked past. And as soon as it reached the nostrils each muscleman and muscleboy had orgasms of such magnitude that ecstatic screams echoed through the hallways and in Rick's ears. When Gaetan opened his door to find out what the commotion was, he saw Rick walking towards him clad only in a shirt, tie, and loafers. His dick grew instantly hard as Rick pointed his schlong and shot a wad of precum onto Gaetan's chest so forcefully that it knocked him back against the wall. Three of his students were slurping up the pools of cum from his body as Rick turned towards the gym. He ignored the passionate cries behind him as students and teachers emerged from their classes and into the hallways, fucking each other against the lockers, drinking fountains, and trophy cases.
Finally he reached the locked gym doors, grabbed each handle, and without batting an eye ripped the heavy oak doors from their hinges, throwing them aside like pizza boxes. Mike's students were startled by the commotion, but when they saw Rick's nude, godlike figure and smelled his pheromones they erupted in their shorts.
The only ones who didn't succumb immediately were Mike and Trent, who had been standing near some bleachers. Rick swaggered to them with a scowl on his face, and when he looked into Mike's eyes he saw the "flash" for the first time. But his jealousy wouldn't allow him to understand the love, and he quietly but fiercely asked the burning question.
"Bullock...does my son...do my sons...call you daddy when you...fuck them?"
Mike gulped. Even before he made his entrance, he sensed Rick was on his way, and he would have to submit to him. And when he saw Rick's naked form he wanted to melt into his sequoia-sized arms and be ravished. He was no longer the alpha by whom all other Musclovers could be compared, and he was willing to accept his demotion. For he knew he and Rick were destined to be together eternally.
"Yes," he said.
"Is this true, Trent?"
Trent looked at his father with unabashed desire, licking his lips at the sight of his dad's awesome cock, desiring just to hold it with his hands, to feel it pulse under his fingers. "Yes," he said, but Rick interrupted him before he could say that he'd called other men the same appellation.
"Now, coach...who's his daddy?"
"You are."
"Who's his daddy?"
"You are."
Rick moved in. "Who's your daddy?"
Mike wet his lips. "You...you are."
Closer. "Who is?"
Head tilted back. "You are. Daddy."
And the seed that had been planted at Rick's growth burst through his psyche like Jack's beanstalk from the ground as he attacked Mike's mouth with his own, kissing him with such fierce passion that Mike's orgasm shot a hole through the parquet floor.
Several classmates joined Trent, who sucked and fucked the teen as he watched Mike kneel before his father and kiss his balls gently, continuing to moan "daddy" to him. Trent witnessed his father experience the ultimate expression of muscle love and wished he could take Mike's place.
"Suck me," Rick commanded, watching the coach submit to him and his desires.
Mike slurped his way along the shaft, murmuring words of worship. "Oh, sir...you're the mightiest, the greatest...the ultimate, the pinnacle...our king, our god...you are Musclove." Mike reached the head, kissed it softly, and smeared the precum over his lips and tongue. He felt a tingle as the fluid altered them to stretch further in order to accomodate the grapefruit-sized head. When the precum reached his jaw, it helped it to widen like a python's. Everyone in the room was amazed at Mike's oral ability, including Mike himself.
Rick's nervous system exploded with human electricity, sending sensations coursing through every millimeter of his frame. He threw off his shirt as his brain commanded every muscle in his body to flex at the right moment, creating a rippling motion that swelled like a tsunamic wave. Mike looked up as he sucked and shot another glassful of cum, this time making a hole in the wall over twenty feet away.
Rick lost himself to the sensory overload, accepting his place at the apex of muscle. He gazed at the students, their throbbing schlongs aching for release anew. "All right, boys, time for you to worship me as well. Over there, you, stop fucking my son. Now, all of you, in a circle around me. Trent, you face me. Keep suckin' me, coach! Now, listen to me, son. When I say go, you are gonna shoot a great big wad of cum into my open mouth. Then every one of you is going to follow him, giving me a teen cum shower, til every inch of my body is covered in your jism. You got that?"
The teens nodded, moaning their assent as they beat their meat frenziedly. Trent eyed his new father, thanking whatever fates had brought them to this point. He aimed his teenhood at his father's strong, chiseled face.
"Go."
Trent's eyes rolled back and he yelled rapturously as cum shot from his cock like lightning from a thunderhead. And with perfect aim, his seed arced over Mike's body and landed in his dad's gaping maw. One by one, each of the students reacted the same way, orgasmic bliss on every face, pummelling Rick's body with volley after volley of teen cream.
Rick felt the splashes of male juice as he savored the taste of his son's cum. He started laughing like a warrior who'd vanquished his greatest foe. He'd conquered his fear, for he was in control, now and forever. He looked down to Mike, who had over half of his gigantic schlong lodged in his throat, his beefy mitts caressing the rest.
"Bullock."
Their eyes met, and when Rick saw the flash this time he understood. A fog of mistrust lifted, and the purity of love enveloped him. "Oh, Mike...my Mike," he sighed, and his body shook as his balls churned cup after cup of cum, surging through every inch of his schlong, until he erupted like Vesuvius into Mike's belly. Rick screamed joyously as he emptied himself into his new lover.
And what happened next would be known from that day forward as "The Miracle of Musclove, Texas."
END