Angel: A Sequel 2 (musc)
by msclvr
Things Start to Take Off
Lying on top of this mountain of throbbing warm hard muscle made me feel like I truly had died and gone to heaven. We really got into humping each other with me on top while he had his huge arms tightly wrapped around by back. I nuzzled and licked his corded neck muscles, his beard, and kissed, and gently bit into his trap muscles. He really swooned when I did that to his traps.
It thrilled me no end that I could satisfy him and make him happy. When we pushed the pause button on our grinding, necking and kissing…we just seemed to relax gently, peacefully, and melt into each other. It seemed like he wanted as much to be with me as I with him.
As I laid my head on his upper chest, however, I started to cry. Not heaving sobs, but tears just started to flow. He noticed instantly. “Paul, my dear friend, it takes a strong man to be able to let the tears flow. Let them come. Don’t be embarrassed. I’m not. They’ve been building up in you for a long time haven’t they?” “Yes, they have,” I said. “It’s a little confusing…they’re tears of sadness but also tears of great joy and gratitude. Gratitude that you’ve come into my life,” I added appreciatively.
“I’d say we both have been waiting for this time for a long time. I’m so glad you trusted me at the door and finally let me in,” he said with equal appreciation. The tears eventually slowed down. I got the top right of his tight t-shirt all wet and now you could see the muscle striations, hair, and veins even more through the wet fabric. That was pretty cool.
“If you feel comfortable,” Grant asked, “How about if we give you that big cock that I talked about a few minutes ago? It won’t take long and it certainly won’t hurt.” I said “yes” trusting that Grant would not lead me on or lie to me….especially on such a sensitive issue. He’d been true to his word so far. “Good. I know you’ll be happy.
First, how about getting naked for me? I’ll get naked for you, too, shortly, and put on quite a show when I do it. So you go first. OK?” he said with a gentle urgency in his voice. I was beginning to marvel at how my imagination had actually become reality…that my fantasy man that I had carried with me all these years…was actually with me, for real, right now. It broke every rule I could think of. He heard my thoughts and said, “I’m an example for you Paul, of “never say never.” And, I might add, you never gave up on your fantasy, you never gave up on me. That made quite a difference.”
I was amazed at how unselfconscious I was about taking all my clothes off in front of him…after all, he was Superman or Grant…actually both. He is so big and handsome, and I felt so small. He sat up on the couch, taking almost all the space…and invited me to come sit down next to him. “Come in close. Get right next to me and drape your leg over my leg, so we both can see close-up what’s going on with your equipment,” he instructed. God, what a feeling to have my leg raised so high up and over on top of his spectacular right quad muscles. He flexed them for me a few times just to show me “they were there”.
How could I miss all the thick strips of muscle, covered in a web of small and large veins running up into his bulging crotch? He smiled as my hands groped all this muscle. He flexed and released, flexed and released. Of course, I got hard, again, real fast. I couldn’t resist any longer not groping his bulging package. Jeez, he was a monster as best I could tell. He grinned even more as I attempted to squeeze the multiple bulges. I knew I couldn’t hurt him.
“Well, now that we’ve got that out of the way for the moment, let’s take a look at you,” he said seductively. “Paul, my man, you’ve got a great looking cock. Your balls are pretty good size and nice and hairy,” he commented. His wrapped his big hand around my hard cock. A man’s big hands are so sexy…Grant’s were exceptionally so. I got harder. And he started to gently pump me. God, I was in ecstasy. He had a very sensitive touch, despite all the muscles in his hand. His hands were huge and had little tufts of black hair on the knuckles. His forearm muscles were squirming and jumping. I put my hand on his forearm to feel the muscles move. It was amazing.
Then he started to fondle my balls, one at time, rolling them in his hands and gently squeezing them. Neither of us was talking. I couldn’t believe that this incredibly big, massive, muscular and handsome man, my Superman, was being so loving and so sexual with me. And that this was actually happening in my apartment…not in some muscle-worshipping fiction story that I was writing. God, this is truly mind-boggling.
Then I started to feel a slight tingling in both balls and in my cock. He kept massaging my balls and then moving to pump my cock and then back to my balls. The tingling started to get stronger. He read my mind, of course, and told me that this is exactly what is supposed to happen and to not be afraid. I relaxed somewhat as the tingling kept increasing its intensity.
We were both watching my cock as he pumped it yet again. The tingling got real strong all of a sudden and Grant said, “Look, Paul, its getting bigger and longer.” I couldn’t believe it. He was right. It was taking him a little longer to do each pump. I was dumbfounded. He kept on pumping as the tingling continued to increase.
I wasn’t sure how much more tingling I could take without it being painful. He moved down to massage my balls some more. I looked at my hard cock and it was clearly thicker and rounder than I’d ever seen it, and sticking straight up. “We’re almost done,” he said enthusiastically. He went back to pumping my growing penis and instead of doing the whole shaft, he started squeezing just my helmet. That was it. My cock just added another half inch or more in length in no time. I’d seen some veins on my cock before but never like this. It was covered in ridges and veins, and the helmet looked at least twice as big as it had before. He was right. He did have a gift.
He took his hand away and I jumped up and started bouncing this new monster of mine up and down. I was overjoyed and threw myself into his body, trying to reach around his massive torso to squeeze him. I also just kept jamming my new big hard cock into his hard abs – almost like a battering ram. I was so proud.
Rarely had I ever felt such joy and felt so good about myself! There was no question that I now had one very powerful cock. As I stood directly in front of him, he teased me by pushing, pulling and gently slapping my rock-hard cock around. We laughed as it continued to just bounce back into position – standing straight up.
“Grant, I am so overwhelmed I don’t know what to say,” I exclaimed. “You don’t need to say anything, Paul, your happiness and enthusiasm and that big dick of yours says it all,” he said a little shyly. “Now, we’re going to start putting that thing to good use,” he exclaimed. “First, I’ve got a little show for you that I know that you’ll like,” he added.
Busting Out All Over
He got off the couch and stood next to me. I was awash in feelings…loving bouncing and showing off my new cock…feeling vulnerable as I again noticed his amazing height and mass and sexiness, especially his giant bulge, compared to my much smaller body…feeling intoxicated surrounded by all of his huge and cut muscles, not to mention gazing at his gorgeous face and very handsome features. I also just loved being so physically close to him. I guess he knew that.
“Come on over here,” he instructed. As I did so, he put his massive right arm around bottom and easily – with no exertion whatsoever -- lifted me up to his face. I did what came natural and wrapped my legs around his narrow waist and jammed my cock into his incredibly defined ab muscles. He lifted his left arm and started pumping it. I was so close and so tight to his body…it was like we were one.
“I know how you love to see guys like me flex right out of their clothes so I thought you’d like it even more – close-up – like this,” he suggested. Boy, did that get my juices rolling! “Grab the t-shirt with both your hands…I won’t let you fall…and see if you can pull it out from the crevasse between my delt and my bicep and tricep and get it over my arm more.” Damn, I really had to tug at it but I got it a few inches up and over his bicep and tricep. What a feast of muscle, tendons and veins. I couldn’t stop feeling all this muscle as I did this. And I also couldn’t stop jamming and throbbing my cock against his abs. Talk about a multi-sensual extravaganza.
“If you want, you can put your hands around my arm muscles, feel me pump them more, and then feel the t-shirt arm rip as my arm explodes out of the shirt,” he said suggestively. “God, I’ve never been this close-up before and never actually felt the pump, let alone the destruction of the t-shirt!” I exclaimed. “Well, this is what you get with a guy even bigger than Superman!” he said proudly.
With that he started pumping – first by extending his left arm then bringing it back. He was barely exerting himself. I loved the cocky smile on his face. My two hands barely covered half of the arm and I was blown away by how hard his arm muscles were becoming. More veins were beginning to pop out. The tendons from his arm pits to his biceps and triceps became more pronounced. His forearm muscles, veins and tendons started growing at the same time. And all of this was happening with my face only inches from his face and arm.
“Mr. Olympia’s are like wusses compared to what I have here for you. Those guys would look like nothing compared to me in a pose-down,” he stated. I got off on his ego and pride. It was also the truth. My mind flashed on a few fantasies where Grant was totally sexually dominating the world’s most massive super-heavyweight bodybuilders…where these guys became nothing but dick-wrappers for Grant. And they would love it.
“Okay, here it comes,” he said. With that, he gave it one last pump and everything seemed to expand at the same time. With my hands around all this muscle I started to feel and hear the sleeve rip. “Oh god, oh god…” I screamed as I tried to grab his massive arm even tighter. He gave it one last pump and I heard and felt one more rip. I pulled my hands away and there, in tatters, were pieces of the sleeve up to his deltoid. And, of course, his arm was absolutely massive and throbbing with veins. I was so turned on I didn’t know what to say.
I leaned in and started kissing and licking his bicep and tricep from top to bottom, side to side. My tongue and my mouth explored all the contours and bulges and veins. I couldn’t get enough of his arm. “How was that Paul?” he asked. “Oh Grant you are the most powerful, most massive, and strongest man I have ever met. Your muscles are beyond this world. Grown men and women would get so turned on in this incredible display of power and might. You are one hell of a Superman. I don’t think even Superman could do what you just did! God, you are so sexy when you do this…you just exude sex and unbelievable masculinity. And I get to be so up close to you at the same time….I love being held so close and so tight by you in all of your display of might. I am so glad that you came to me. It was worth the wait.” Words of passion and lust-filled excitement just kept pouring out of my mouth. He just kept smiling at me so compassionately.
“Yes, I am Superman. I love being the tallest, most massive and most muscular man you have ever met. I love to turn you on with my unlimited strength. I love holding you in my arm while I flex out of sleeves. Let’s finish the job and do the other arm,” he demanded. Without any effort whatsoever, he brought his arm around, the one with the destroyed sleeve, and shifted my body onto that arm. It was thrilling to watch his arm and chest muscles jump and move around while he did this. My hands were feeling him up all over the place. I rearranged my hard cock so it could still be sandwiched into his abs. After I got settled into my new position, I leaned into him and gave him a passionate kiss and he reciprocated. We got lost in our kiss, exchanging the mutual passion we felt for one another. I felt like I’d known him all of my life. In fact, I had but just didn’t know it until today.
Now that I knew what to expect, I was even more excited. As before, I struggled to get his sleeve out over his bicep and tricep. God it was tight. I wondered how he ever got the t-shirt on in the first place. He shook out his arm a few times and I watched the tricep, which was truly as big as a ham, shake underneath what would become a flexed two-peaked bicep. I turned my head and gave him a kiss of encouragement, as if he really needed that. He smiled.
He extended his right arm and brought it back into a huge flex. I put both my hands around the monster and squeezed, just for the hell of it. It made no difference, of course. But it sure turned me on. He started the pumps and I watched his biceps and triceps explode, once again, into a mass of muscle, tendons and veins. This is so incredibly sexy for me to see this on a man, especially my Superman. Then, with one more pump, I felt and heard this sleeve give way to the onslaught of expanding rock-hard muscle. Shit, I was feeling and watching an exploding arm.
Yet another visual feast for my lustful eyes. This time, the split not only occurred around the circumference of his arm, but extended up to his tri-capped deltoid. My cock exploded in cum at the same time, and then I exploded again. “Yeah, man, now you’re into it,” he grinned. “That’s it, use my massive muscles to turn yourself into a cum machine,” he said enthusiastically. “I am your Superman, I am your total man come true. I am your muscle-god, able to bring you to new heights of sexual ecstasy. I want to drain you of your cum using my inhuman muscles and strength.” I loved hearing this from him. He knows muscle-talk, for sure. He knows what I want and what I need. And I know what he wants and needs. We’re perfect together.
After putting me down, he gave me an extraordinary display of posing. He was geeked. I was geeked. It was so sexy to see him go through these poses with his two t-shirt sleeves in tatters, hanging off his arms – a mind-boggling double biceps with two biceps peaks on each arm – a most muscular where every muscle on his body exploded into masses of muscle and veins, with his traps shooting up even higher off his neck.
I moved right in and started to lick and manhandle as much of his mass as I could possibly do. And, he still had his short shorts on. They rode up high as he flexed his amazing quads. I got so excited I leaped up into his arms and he just grabbed me tight and squeezed me. I nuzzled his neck and licked his traps and delts. Of course, I could feel his huge back muscles but could not even come close to clasping my hands behind him.
Busting Out All Over – Part 2
“Okay, Paul, we gotta deal with this muscle-hugging t-shirt…at least what’s left of it. You’ve got a choice. You can tell me to explode out of it in the back, and have the tear run down my back muscles. Or, you can tell me to explode out of it with my chest muscles, with the tear going down the middle of my cleavage. What’s your pleasure, though I think I already know,” he commented. “Oh Jeesuz, I want to see your chest explode and the t-shirt get ripped to shreads down the length of your incredible cleavage,” I said very excitedly.
“You got it,” he affirmed. “For your maximum pleasure, however, we’re gonna have to sit down. I want you seated on my quads so both your hands are free to feel my pecs grow in all directions. We’re just closer that way…real close…better than standing up. You can feel the tear too, if you want. I’ll have my arms and hands free and do a side chest pose to make it all happen.”
“I have other ways to explode my pecs but I think you’ll really like my side chest pose. That way you get to see my arms in their full glory again. And, I know its one of the poses that you jack-off to regularly in the bodybuilding magazines,” he said authoritatively. We sit down…he’s close to the edge of the couch, and I jump right onto his quads with my own legs spread and my cock driving into his abs, again. I’m sitting on top of his huge package, too. Just starting to feel the top of his hard bulge on my ass. Damn, that new big cock of yours doesn’t let up, does it?” he says with a laugh. “It’s all your fault Grant and I love it,” I said.
His pecs are only inches from my own. Our faces are very close…we can feel each other’s breathing. The scent of his manhood and masculinity is intoxicating and invites me in even closer. I’ll find out later that other men have the same experience. The fabric is already wet from his earlier sleeve busting and posing routine. I can tell he has a light layer of black hair on his torso, beyond the chest hair that’s popping out of the V of his t-shirt. I can also see some of his larger muscle striations on his pecs and a faint road-map of veins covering his entire chest. God, is he sexy.
He stretches his arms out completely, with the tatters of the sleeves still hanging off his huge biceps and triceps. He shakes his arms and his unflexed muscles shake laboriously. After all, they are extremely heavy. I lean back a bit as he brings in his left arm between us and grabs the wrist of his right arm. This is so spectacular to be this close to this display of muscle and power.
He looks me in the eye and asks, “Ready?” “Oh god, yes, do it Superman.” I can’t decide whether to watch his arms explode or his chest. I decide on his chest, of course. He takes in a few deep breaths and both of his pecs start to expand. Then he takes another breath and pulls his arms tight into his torso. Both arms expand beyond my imagination. Another deep breath and his pecs expand even more. I put my hands, one on each pec and am, once again, astounded at the hardness and mass of these monsters. The t-shirt is tightening, as his chest continues to expand, even more. This is inhuman.
I’m so turned on at this display of massive muscle, that I shoot another load of cum into his abs. He smiles but is not distracted. Then, with one more deep breath, the t-shirt actually begins to split at the base of the v. He’s holding his breath and squeezing his pecs and the split continues down the front right in front of me. His cleavage is unbelievably deep and dusted with black hair. I put both my hands into the chasm and tell him, “You are Superman. You are a muscle-god with unbelievable power and strength. You are the strongest and sexiest man alive.”
This gets him going even more. He takes another quick deep breath and the irregular rip with threads and small pieces of wet cloth continues down to his mid section. While he’s holding his breath I lean in and lick the deepest part of his cleavage and pull on his hairs with my teeth. He relaxes but his pecs and arms stay in an awesome, mind-boggling pump. I start going over as much muscle as fast as I can with my tongue.
My hands start squeezing his exploded pecs and then move over to his exploding arm muscles. “You are amazing. You are super-human in your muscle mass and in your incredible strength. Other bodybuilders, even super-heavyweights, would be embarrassed to be with you. Either that or they’d want to worship your muscles the way I do, not to mention having passionate sex with you,” I exclaim.
“Thank you, Paul. You are really inspiring me, just as I knew you would. I love being able to be your Superman, to fulfill all your muscle-worshipping fantasies…and the best is yet to come!” he said passionately. “Yeah, I also like the idea of these other bodybuilder guys getting off of me. It would be fun to turn them on and drive them to delirium with my muscles and my cock. Maybe that’s something we should think about,” he added.
I got off him and he scraped my cum off his abs and slowly sucked it off his fingers. I was proud to be able to give him that. He stood up, read my mind, and I began to peel the wet ripped t-shirt off his gorgeous and massive torso. Once that was done, he treated me to another posing routine, this time focusing on giving me a back lat spread, a back double biceps, and a couple of other poses that had me running my hands all over his body. His back muscles were like eels in a bag…they rippled, slithered, and bulged all over the place. While the metaphor of lats “the size of barn doors” is over-used, I was very clear this was especially true of Grant -- a very accurate description. Such mass, power, spread, and size. And he turned around, slowly.
There he was, standing in his “relaxed pose” in front of me, in all his muscular and sexually alluring glory, with a tantalizing pair of short shorts, sitting low on an incredibly small waist, holding in a set of huge equipment.
There’s More To Be Done
“Well, it seems we have one more piece of clothing to bust out of, right?” he said casually. He’s also a master of understatement.
“Actually, Grant, I have another idea. I would love to do some serious package worshipping. It would turn me on no end to lick, nuzzle, push, and massage that huge sex-filled basket that you sport between your massive quads. And it would be even more spectacular if you would do some posing while I did that. OK?” I asked quizzically. I knew what I wanted. I also knew how he would answer. “Be my guest. I’m in your hands and in your mouth,” he snickered. God, what a guy.
I wanted him to stay standing, of course, so I pulled over a foot stool and sat down right in front of him. My face was just about the same height as his enticingly bulging basket. I wondered for a moment about how and where how to start. In the meantime, he did an extended leg and abdominal pose that stopped my quandary instantly. I wrapped my hands low around his waist and literally attacked his basket’s bulges with my mouth and nose and any other part of my face that I could use to feel his compressed equipment.
I pushed and nudged the bigger bulges figuring they were part of his big cock. Then I licked and licked some more, letting my tongue feel the contours of what he was offering. He starting groaning right away and kept on posing…all frontal poses, of course. “Yeah, man, feel this muscle god’s meat. Feel the size, the strength and the power of my cock and balls. Your worshipping Superman’s equipment, after all.” Well, that certainly got me going even more enthusiastically. Of course, my cock was as hard as a rock right now. I figured out he must have some kind of underwear or posing briefs on because all of the equipment seemed held up somewhere behind his shorts. That only added to the mystery and the challenge.
I brought my hands around and started massaging, pushing, and prodding the bulges with my hands. “Oh man, yeah, you know how to make me happy. Worship my massive bulge. Worship my manhood and its size and power. Look at these muscles. Look at how huge, cut and striated I am. Yes, I have a total body hard-on for you, Paul. Total-body.”
I kept looking up checking out the poses and was totally in heaven worshipping his package while at the same time he was worshipping his own inhuman size and muscular development. I could tell he was getting hard…whatever was containing him inside his shorts was beginning to be pushed to the limit. I started teething on his growing lead pipe…licking and teething….hard. This really sent him into deep groans of delight. I could also tell he liked it a little rough. So I started teething even harder and surprised myself by starting to pound his package with my fist.
God, what a feeling it was to pound him like that and not have him move back even an inch. He has such strength and power. This is just the way I’ve always imagined Superman would be. “Don’t stop…don’t stop…this makes me want to bust out of these shorts. What do you think of this pose? And this pose? Look at how I can pump these muscles up into huge bulges of power-filled granite rocks.” I was in awe. Sensory overload. I pumped myself as hard as I could, as I alternated between pounding on his basket and licking and teething on it. He truly was impervious. I came within moments…again…this was at least the third time in three hours. That was unheard of for me. God it felt good. I loved the way my new cock had expanded into a big thick helmeted battering ram. I could only imagine what Grant’s could do. I would soon find out.
I was drawn like a magnet to reach down with one hand, down into his very tight shorts, to grab, fondle, and massage his cock and balls. I was right. He did have a poser on. I found my way back behind the poser and felt his pubic hairs. Then I reached nirvana. I grabbed just a part of what was a huge cock and squeezed. He let out a long, deep and full-throated “yes”. I kept squeezing and moving up and down a very hard shaft…despite having barely any room for my own hand. I guessed he was about 12 inches, 12 inches and very thick…beer can thick. I could barely get my hand around his monster. He seemed almost immoveable.
I tried to push his cock around but that didn’t work. He just had too much control, even while posing. His shorts were to tight for me to use my other hand and go up and in from below. So I continued to push and prod from the outside. It was a kind of inside and outside job and I was loving it. I got so entranced with my explorations that I forgot he was posing. I looked up and could tell he was in another world posing for his own pleasure and satisfaction. I was gratified that he, too, could be so absorbed in his own muscle worship.
I couldn’t stand it any longer. I needed to see my Superman naked with all his equipment exposed and his huge cock sticking out hard as a rock. So, I took the liberty of undoing the button at the top of his shorts. I started pulling down the zipper. “Go for it…go for it…” he said breathlessly. Once I got the zipper down I saw the white posers that he had on. I could tell instantly that they were soaked. Probably with cups of pre-cum. The shape, veins and color of his cock shown through the translucent fabric. This was incredibly sexy.
I started what I knew would be a difficult process of getting the shorts actually off him. Between his bubble butt and huge quad muscles, it was quite a struggle….an inch at a time all around. But it was worth it. I was stripping my massive Superman. Finally, as I lowered his shorts, his whole package was revealed to me…jammed into posers that were actually pretty good size…they had to be to hold him all in. I pulled the shorts down his legs and he stepped out of them.
God, what a sight. He knew it. I knew it. He had this completely massive body, bulging and cut with muscles, covered in a light coating of dark hair, skin tanned to perfection, and so incredibly handsome. And there, on top of it all, was his package, temporarily encaged in translucent white, with his big hard dick in the 6 o’clock position pushing the wrapped package way down his leg. “Grant, Grant, Grant….you are masculine and muscular perfection. You are everything, more than everything, any man or woman could possibly want. You are the embodiment of hyper-masculinity…you redefine hyper-masculinity. And you’re mine. Thank you. Thank you.” I didn’t know what else to say. Again, the words just kept coming out.
“I am here with you, doing what I’ve always meant to do, being what I’ve always meant to be. I, too, have longed for what you are giving me, Paul. Just as you have longed for what I am giving you. So, I thank you, too.” He looked at me through those bright blue eyes -- and he had the look of love.
The Next To The Last Step
Staying in his “relaxed pose”, he said, “We have another gift to unwrap here, don’t we?” I nodded in complete understanding and anxious anticipation. “The question is how should we do this? What would be the best combination of my unlimited strength and power and your enjoyment, Paul?” I thought for a moment. He was reading my mind.
“Busting out of the poser through the fabric with my big hard cock, it is,” he confirmed. I couldn’t imagine this. I’d only read, written and seen guys burst out of their posers with their cock coming out through either one of the sides of their pouches and down their leg or by bursting up through the pouch to their abs. Never through the middle of the fabric.
I was still seated in the best possible position…right in front…and really up close. “These straps that go behind are already pretty tight so I won’t have a problem with them going lose on me. I just have to rearrange my cock, here, to get it pointed in the right direction – straight out,” he commented. His cock was still hard so that was not a problem. “Now remember, I’m Superman. And as Superman, I burst through steel doors and bend steel with my bare hands. So, just as my arms and legs and the rest of my body have unlimited strength and can do great damage, so can my cock.
To get myself going and for your sensual enjoyment, I’m going to do some more posing. I especially like my “most muscular” for this type of busting. It really turns me on. You can help by telling me how strong, handsome and built I am and anything else that pops into your mind as you watch my cock burst through this flimsy wet fabric.” It was such a turn on for him to narrate and give instructions in such detail. I’d never had any man talk to me like this before – real time muscle talk -- certainly not about busting through posers. Reality is wonderful.
Boom! He goes into his signature double-biceps and twists his forearms so that all those muscles are dancing and jumping around. Then he moves ever so gracefully into my favorite abdominal and extended quad pose…and moves side to side so that I see it all. Boy, he is hot.
“Okay, here we go,” he exclaims. I start my non-stop adoration, verbal muscle-worshipping, and muscle sex talk. He takes in a few deep breaths, hunches forward, and his whole body explodes into bulging muscle, veins, and striations. I look down at his posers and see the posers pulling away from his crotch. His helmet, which is huge, is pushing straight out and the fabric seems even thinner at his head. He draws in another quick breath, and bears down even harder on his most muscular pose and…..within seconds his helmet punches through the fabric and keeps itself wrapped around his cock while being forced back to its base. “Holy shit, Grant…you did it…you actually did it…you punched your cock right through that poser….I can’t believe it…I knew you had unlimited power but I never thought that would be possible!” I screamed.
“Hey you really helped make it happen, Paul. Having you here makes all the difference. That really felt good. Sometimes I even amaze myself. Now, let’s get this poser off me because there is something else you can do for me.
It was almost like an honor to be responsible for getting the poser off his hard cock and out from beneath his butt crack. I took my time touching and feeling the hardness of his cock and his muscles. In a tease, he flexed his glutes so I couldn’t get the string out. He was smiling and laughing. So was I. It was great to have fun with Grant, too.
The Pay Off
He’s totally naked and totally gorgeous and totally huge and massively muscular. And his cock is still hard as hell and sticking way out. I know what I want to do and he wants me to do it.
Staying on my stool I lean in and start licking his red, engorged helmet. His pre-cum is sweet. He starts posing again. I start licking up and down his shaft and he starts some non-stop groaning. I also start fondling his big hairy balls. He likes that. I move back to the helmet and wonder how am I going to please him since he is so big. I go ahead and take his helmet into my mouth and run my tongue slowly around his ridge. More groans from him. Again, I once again feel like I am in heaven.
I am giving my Superman a blow job and at the same time he his posing, showing off his incredible muscles. He starts some gentle thrusts into my mouth and I concentrate on keeping myself wide open so I can take in his width. He redefines what it is to have a bear can cock. The further he goes in, I start to close down and tighten my mouth around his shaft. I put my hand up around the remainder of his shaft and start pumping. I’ve never considered myself very good at this but, somehow, with Grant, I know exactly what to do and how to do it.
He starts thrusting harder and harder and I struggle to keep my balance and keep him in my mouth. He’s posing like a maniac…while, at the same time, pumping the hell out of my mouth. I know the posing is going to help him cum, and cum well beyond what I could ever swallow. But that’s ok. I’m making this work for him.
I put my hands behind his legs to steady myself and get in sync with his pumping. That really helped. God, he is so damn big. I can’t believe I’m taking so much of him into me. He’s not only so damn big, but he is also so damn hard. I take a risk and let my teeth gently scrape the top and bottom of his moving cock. He lets out one of his really deep and long groans. I know I’m doing the right thing. So I let me teeth come down just little more and he gets even louder.
“Oh shit…oh shit….oh my god….fuck….fuck…fuuucccck….I’m coming….I’m coming….take me Paul, take me, take all of me.” He’s near the edge.
Then, all of a sudden, my mouth is filled with one of the tastiest nectars I could ever imagine. He’s exploding, one big squirt after another. It’s flowing out of the sides of my mouth and down my face. He doesn’t stop pumping and neither do I. And he’s keeping on doing his posing. I gulp and try to swallow as much as I can but to no avail. It’s not stopping.
He surprises me a bit by pulling out and pumping himself like crazy. His right forearm, biceps and tricep are working over time. His whole body is shaking…it’s like he’s having a total-body orgasm. He later told me that was exactly what was happening. It was a sight to behold.
And he kept spurting, spurting tablespoons of cum….right into my face, my chest and everywhere else. I just kept licking whatever I could get.
It took a few moments, but he finally slowed his pumping and his posing. The cum came out in smaller more infrequent spurts. And he had this huge shit-eating grin on his face as he looked down at my cum covered body. As he looked so lovingly at me, never, never I had ever thought my fiction writing would actually come true.
“Damn, its been a while since I had something like that happen. Paul, you are amazing. I just seem to be at my best when I am with you. You were great. You knew exactly what to do and, god, I loved feeling your teeth on my cock…that’s what really kicked me into gear. Because of who I am, I really don’t get tired.”
“But I have to tell you, I’d just like to lay down with you beside me and just be with you. You can explore my muscles if you want – I’ll flex them for you one at a time -- and, hell, we could jack each other off…sorta as a after dinner drink. How does that sound?”
“I’d really like that Grant, but how about if we take a shower first. We can wash each other and you can lift me up and manhandle me and use me as a wash cloth to wash your spectacular body.”
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