Angel: A Sequel 3 (musc)
by msclvr
Muscled Explorations
Instead of going to my shower, Grant, with his huge-muscled and veiny cock bobbing up and down, went over to the couch, plopped his muscle-laden vascular and naked body down, and motioned me over.
I wasted no time and, with my own new cock bobbing up and down, as well –not anywhere the size of his -- but still big and vascular -- crawled up on top of his huge torso of spectacular muscles. Our hard cocks met cross-wise. They were sandwiched hard into each other in between our lower waists. God, I was in muscle-god heaven.
Grant put his massive and bulging veiny arms behind his head with his hands inter-locked. He flexed, pumped, and flexed. He was so darn sexy…making himself into a testosterone-driven sex object, as if he wasn’t already. It was like he was presenting his pumped self to me and saying “have at me any way you like.”
I moved forward, way forward…his body is very big and very long….and cuddled up next to my favorite spot…right on top of his left trap, pushing my face into his thickly corded neck and incredibly sexy stubbled cheek. Of course, I couldn’t help but lick anything my tongue could reach. My Superman cooed at the attention I was giving him and his machine of warm yet steel hard muscles.
I pulled my small hands and arms around in front of me and began some thorough and intensive exploring. First, I rubbed, massaged, and pushed at the inside of his right road-map of the bicep and tricep, both at the same time. Even unflexed, I couldn’t make a dent -- no matter how hard I tried to grasp the muscles. God, they were huge.
My cock, already hard, started to get harder. I couldn’t stop from humping him as hard as I could. God, it felt great. Then I brought my hands down and, for the first time, explored both of his corded, deep, and hairless pits. Just for the hell of it, I made a fist in each and my fists truly got lost in the chasms. My fingers traced all the extended cords and tendons – in both deep pits at the same time.
Next, I knew I couldn’t reach around him completely; he was way too wide for that. Nevertheless, I jammed my hands and arms up behind his iron plates of striated shoulder muscle and gave him the hardest squeeze I could muster. I watched his face light up with one of his extraordinarily brilliant grins. Shit, he is one gorgeous guy. I knew he appreciated my efforts, however, feeble. And I certainly loved “hanging onto my Superman” this way.
He moved us down flat on the couch. We just laid there for a while, our hard cocks still pressing down on each other. I squirmed and moved around a bit to try to feel as many of his bulging muscles against my naked body -- as much as I could. I had an image of us “body-fucking” --- that’s far more powerful to me than “frottage”. And he reciprocated by powerfully thrusting his huge muscles up and around, pushing me in ways that I had only imagined in my dreams. He had such amazing strength! And, god, it was all coming true.
Unlike my experiences with a lot of built escorts and body-builders, Grant loves to talk as much as I do – especially muscle talk. So no matter what we’re doing with each other – muscle worship, foreplay, sex, or just peacefully relishing each other’s companionship – we tell each other what we like, what we’re thinking, what our fantasies are and, bottom line, just encourage each other as graphically as we can. None of this “silence” stuff. Yet, there are times where we do let our actions speak our words.
Some Anxiety and Unexpected Choices
After a few minutes, Grant said, “Paul, I am so glad I came to you a little while ago on your front porch. I’ve actually been dreaming of this moment, myself, for many years. After all, it’s been your fantasies over the years that helped create me. So now I come to give you what you’ve created…me. ” I hardly let him get another word out of his mouth before I said, “Grant, I, too, have dreamed of this for a long time and never thought it was possible, let alone happen to me. So, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.”
By this time, I had my arms and hands flexed and resting on his upper chest, so I could look down at him and just gaze at his beauty, his masculinity, and his sexy stubble. “But,” he added a little ominously, “There is an important decision for you to make. What you choose will make a big difference for both of us.”
I started some “oh shit” thinking…thinking that the bad news was coming and that this was all, indeed, a dream or a sham. He heard my thoughts, as he always does, and quickly said, “No, Paul. This is not any bad news. You’ve got a choice to make. You have to decide what kind of relationship you want for us. You get to decide and I will follow willingly. Bear with me….”
�You�ve fantasized for years about a lot of different relationships you could have with big huge muscle gods like me. You�ve been very creative. So, for instance, we could have a father-son relationship. Or, you could choose a big brother, little brother relationship. Or a muscle-daddy relationship where I dominate you as a muscle pup. Or, I could even be your slave or you could be my slave. No kidding. You get my drift?� He looked at me with concern. I was instantly both afraid and intrigued at the same time.
�I thought we already had a kind-of relationship. You�ve been watching me for years and now you came to be with me. Isn�t that what you told me?� I asked anxiously. My hard cock was going soft fast. �Yes, you heard me right. And, there can be much more to our relationship well beyond the passion and the wonderful excitement and sex we�ve had in the last three hours. Don�t get me wrong, that�s great stuff and I love to be worshipped. The question is what more do you really want from a relationship with a man like me?�
His question to me was far more than I had ever bargained for or ever anticipated. I realized that I had, from a long-time habit, generally seen muscle-gods and body-builders as sex and muscle-worshipping objects existing for my personal gratification. Rarely, a two-way street – any kind of two-way street. And that was exactly what he was asking me – what kind of two-way street do I want with him, specifically?
Being the entrepreneurial kind of guy I am, I asked him, “What if I pick one and decide I’d rather we have another kind of relationship? Can we change?” I felt weird asking this question but it made sense. He was gentle but firm in his response. “No, these are the rules and I certainly don’t make the rules. You get to pick what you want in a relationship and then we stick to that. If you decide you want to change the relationship, I will return to where I came from and that’s it. But, Paul, this is a good thing…a good choice you get to make. There’s no right or wrong and I certainly won’t judge you for your choice.”
�Do I have other relationship choices?� I was still quite anxious. �Of course. Let�s cut to the quick. What have you always wanted � deeply -- in another man, Superman, muscle god or somebody else?� he asked looking at me very intensely with his beautiful blue eyes. A light bulb went on inside of my head. �Jeez, I feel like I�m a little dense sometimes in this department,� I sighed. �Not at all, Paul, you�re making some very important connections and I think you�re on to something big for both of us,� he said most encouragingly and with his mega-watt smile.
�Sure� yes� I�ve always wanted a best friend, a soul-partner, and a lover�all three at the same time. But I was beginning to think that I could never have that in any man and would have to settle for less�quite a bit less. And, well, having him be a handsome body-builder or muscle-god was out of the question,� I exclaimed.
�So, my dear Paul,� and he was speaking very softly, �What do you want me to be for you?� Oh my god. There was a long pause. Then I answered, �I want us to be best friends, soul-partners, and lovers, Grant, that�s what I want. I want for each of us to make the other feel treasured and deeply loved and to share our passion for muscle and other things in life, just like we�ve been doing.� I was feeling almost poetic.
�Any second thoughts, Paul?� he asked. �No, you�ve helped me see I really can have it all�though that sounds a bit trite,� I said emphatically. �Well, Paul, we�ve already started down that road in our very short time together. And I am thrilled at your choice. I�ve wanted you just like that ever since you were conceived in your mother�s womb. Consider it done,� he announced with an ever-widening grin.
He wrapped his monster arms around me and squeezed passionately. I loved being enveloped and held by this astoundingly built, attractive, and loving muscle-god. I reminded myself about why he called himself “Grant.”
The Seal and a Gift
With that I dove down onto his lips with my lips and we kissed hard. We were sealing the deal. A deal that we both had wanted for it seems, eons. He got really aggressive, parting my lips with his muscular tongue and powerfully searching out the caverns of my mouth, prodding, licking and poking his way in and around my mouth with great abandon. I wrapped my tongue around his, to not much effect. But that didn’t matter. We sucked hard on each other’s lips and ground our now hard cocks together at the same time. I continued squeezing my arms around him as hard as I could. He kept pulling me into him hard, real hard. It didn’t hurt. It just felt incredibly passionate and powerful.
I knew I was going to thoroughly enjoy many future moments of being at the mercy of his muscles and limitless strength and power. We just held each other, tightly, in an embrace filled with deep love, respect, and a lot of sexual possibilities. My on-going shock and awe at having him in my life – just for a few hours – and now to be in relationship with him – was very much with me. He knew it. I think he was hugging me as a way to remind me that it really was real and that my life had changed forever.
As I resumed cradling my face at his corded neck and stubbled cheek, he whispered into my ear, “Paul, my beloved friend and partner, I have a libation of sorts to help us celebrate.” “More of your sweet cum?” I asked somewhat jokingly. “Well, it’s similar but different,” he said with a sly grin. “Here, move down and put your head on my chest, where the nips are,” he instructed.
Frankly, it was a little hard to focus…there was so much striated muscle; a light dusting of very sexy black hair, and a set of nips the size of the proverbial peanuts. And, surrounding, his peanut tits were two very large circles of light pink flesh dotted in glorious little knobs. I’d noticed all this manliness before but had been distracted by his cock and all his other muscles. I was getting focused now, for sure.
I knew he wanted me to turn him on by sucking and teething at his tits. I got up on my elbows, circled my hands around his huge lower right pec, and began to suck. Slowly and gently at first, then I got more aggressive as he let out passionate guttural sounds of delight. I loved moving these huge unflexed pec muscles around and feeling their amazing mass, my fingers mingling with his chest hair, while sucking him at the same time.
While not very experienced, it certainly seemed like I instinctively knew what would turn him on. Sure enough, the right nipple became hard in my mouth. I changed strategies and started licking and teething on the hard post. He really liked that. He kept pushing my head down and around with his big hands. I was really getting into it and he was loving it.
Then, much to my surprise, a little stream of very sweet, hot, and creamy fluid began to fill my mouth. I’d heard of men having “man’s milk” but never thought it was for real. God, it was delicious. None of the saltiness of cum. And it was even thicker then cum. He was groaning louder and louder and I was sucking into my mouth every drop that I could pull out of his teat. My cheek muscles were starting to ache.
I was astounded that this was the libation he had been talking about. He is the libation. His man’s milk is the libation. Truly, this is the nectar of the god’s. And he is giving it to me as a celebration of our new relationship. I couldn’t get enough. I just kept manipulating and deep massaging his lower pec muscle and sucking him hard at the same time. It’s like I had been built to do this for us.
I paused and “came up for air.” He looked at me with the eyes of love and mouthed “I love you.” I silently mouthed the same words right back to him. “That’s just one of the gifts I bring you, Paul. Looks like you liked it, eh?” “Oh god, yes, I never imagined such a thing really existed. It’s intoxicating,” I added enthusiastically. “Yes, it is. It is supposed to be. Once you drain this tit and then drain the other, you will feel a surge of natural energy, stamina, sexual prowess that you’ve never thought possible. Hell, you may even be like me and other muscle-gods, and feel like you’ve got testosterone for blood. I promise,” he said proudly.
�I think I�ve sucked you dry on that tit. Just have to lick up some of the �spilt milk,� I said with a grin. �It is a very special feeling to be able to give this to you. It is its own kind of gentle yet profound turn on for me for me to give to you like this,� he commented.
I rested my head on his chest, close enough to his tit so I could continue to lick and pleasure him. He got wound up and started bouncing my head back and forth by flexing and rolling his pecs with explosive thrusts and pumps. No bodybuilder on earth could do that the way he is going it. What a feeling that was! I do love being at the complete mercy of his big powerful muscles.
I moved over to the left pec and tit. More incredible muscle, hair, and already a hard tit! I wrapped my lips around this post and began to suck even harder then before. At the same time, my hands pushed and shoved the huge pec muscle mass that held the tit. I was trying to massage the muscles but got a little carried away at pushing and squeezing them together. He didn’t mind at all. Before I knew it, my mouth was filled with his hot milk.
It just kept coming and coming and I kept swallowing as fast as I could. My hands kept kneading the muscles and the gusher got stronger with each push. His sighs, “ahs,” and “ohhhs” said it all. I got into a rhythm of pushing down on his pec meat while the tit spurted out more delicious milk.
At this point, I thought I should have been feeling a little tired from all of this exertion. Just the opposite was true. I was feeling invigorated, deeply refreshed, and very horny. I knew it was the milk. Grant was right. After sucking this second tit dry, I moved myself back up to his face. We just gazed at each other like love struck adolescents.
I have never known this depth of feeling for another man. Nor have I felt it being returned the way Grant was returning it to me. I leaned down and gently and tenderly kissed him all over his lips, his beautiful nose, his stubbled cheeks, his sensual chin, his beautiful blue eyes (which he closed as I kissed them), and on his forehead.
What’s Next With Two Cocks and Lots of Muscle?
�We�ve been couch potatoes since you arrived!� I announced. �Yeah, but I bet you never thought you�d be doing all of this with your Superman on your couch!� he countered. �Jeez, and we haven�t even got to the shower or my bed yet!� I added. �There�s much more to come, Paul�much more and we truly have all the time in the world,� he added authoritatively.
�While we�re on the couch, let�s experiment a little bit,� Grant said. �We�re both as hard as lead pipes. You�ve just got an infusion of my man milk and all its benefits. And I�m always ready to go. Besides which, I want to demonstrate some more of my strength to you�especially my arms, which I know you�ll enjoy� he explained. I was all ears and �all cock�.
�If you can tear yourself away from my big hairy chest, move yourself back down so your new big cock is right on top of my thick monster,� he instructed again. �Now, just relax. I�m going to put my arms in between our bodies. One arm is going to lift your torso and equipment up into the air and hold you there. You saw and felt me lift the couch easily before so you know I can certainly lift you. Rest your torso on my arm. My arm isn�t going anywhere. It�s big enough in width and length to keep you balanced. Right?� he asked to make sure I understood his confidence.
�Oh god, Grant, it�s such a turn-on for me to feel your incredible power and for you to use it on my own body. I don�t know how I can get any harder over this but I am,� I exclaimed enthusiastically.
�That�s perfect. That�s exactly what my man-milk should do for you. Now, I�m going to reach over and grab both of our cocks and squeeze them together with my other hand. How does that feel? You�re top down and I�m bottom up and I�m using my big hairy muscular hand to merge and mash our cock meat together.� I loved his verbal muscle-talk descriptions.
�Oh fuck, it�s like we�re fucking each other�s cocks. It�s like being merged with your own amazing strength and sexual power. I�m going into you and you�re going into me�all with your hand squeezing our cocks together�.and holding me with one arm horizontal above you.� I had so say it out loud to believe it. I was in awe.
Then it all really began to take off. As he held me up above him completely steady in one massive arm, he started pumping our cocks up and down with the other hand. I could tell his pre-cum was gushing out of his cock. It was lubricating our cocks together and his big hand…making this simultaneous masturbation a heart-stopping sexual experience for both of us.
In the meantime, I was working over his two arms with my own hands….feeling-up and seeing the flexing and bulging of all of both sets of delts, biceps, triceps and forearms. His massitivity was way beyond any body-builders I’d ever seen in pictures or otherwise. He’s more like a gorgeous morph…yet a morphed monster that is incredibly symmetrical…with crevasses of muscle, cords and veins feeding a symphony of pumped-up muscle.
�How�s this for a multi-sensual muscle and cock feast, Paul?� He was excited. His grin gave him away. I was excited. My grin gave me away. He started pumping and squeezing us even harder. I couldn�t believe how smooth and silky his pre-cum had made our merged hard cocks and his hand. �Yeah, feel these huge arm muscles of mine. They can bend steel like taffy. Jam your cock into the crook of my elbow, fuck it, and I�ll flex these guns and bring you to orgasm so fast you won�t know what hit you. No gym has enough weights to stop me from doing 100 reps easy. You can grip these arms --while I do the reps -- and actually feel how these massive muscles move tons of steel.�
�I�d make the World Strongest Men look like puny lightweights. I�d have the so-called super-heavyweight body-building muscle giants licking these guns, hoping to get some of my power in return. I�d turn them into my personal fuck toys. They�d be like huge muscle-bound rag dolls impaled on my hard cock. They would love it�their big hands groping every part of my muscle-laden body. They�d soak my ab muscles in their explosions of warm spunk.� Grant was showing a side of himself I really loved. God, it is so cool to hear him talk about himself, his power, and his muscles this way. I just kept getting more turned on and he kept pumping and crushing our cocks together as he bragged. And he certainly did have bragging rights.
All of a sudden I started to feel a deep stirring in my cock. I had a tremendous and very unexpected orgasm. I felt my body shake and could tell Grant was making sure I was staying on his out-stretched arm. He kept right on pumping us and I kept cumming. I didn’t know I had so much cum and orgasm power in me. Must be the milk.
I kept my hands and arms glued to his delts while this went on. I needed to balance myself as well. My efforts to squeeze his hard muscles as I shot my loads went nowhere. “That’s great Paul, you really let yourself go. And your cum has greased us even more,” Grant said proudly. ‘Now its time for me to let it go, too. Tell me what its like to be held by me?” he gently demanded.
I knew he wanted some muscle talk from me, now. “Grant, you are the most muscular, most well-developed, massive, and handsome man I have ever met. Your unending strength makes me weak in the knees. Your arm muscles are unmatched. No one has the bulk, the size, the vascularity and striations that you do. Your big hairy muscular hands are so powerful. Having them wrapped around my hard cock drives me nuts. You are the muscle-god personified. You are Superman. You are a sex machine with unending passion and stamina. You are a one-of-a-kind gift to humankind and certainly to me.”
�Yeah, that�s it�that�s it�that really gets me going�hang on�I�m gonna blow�.� he damn near screamed. I put my hands back on his delts for balance and got ready for his volcano to erupt. And erupt it did�shooting up into my stomach�.and gushing all over his hand and our cocks�and he kept right on pumping us.
It was like one mini-explosion after another….and my still hard cock was right next to his feeling the vibrations and the spurts arise from deep within his groin. And during all of this, the arm and hand that were holding me up and over him did not waiver…rock hard… immobile….perfectly straight…true manpower beyond imagination. God, this was one hell of an “experiment” … as he put it… on my couch no less.
Grant let me down gently and wrapped his arm round me, and pulled his other hand –his cum soaked hand --out from underneath me. I started licking the cum off of this big hairy hand. Jeez, I hadn’t fully appreciated until now how hands can actually be muscled. Add tufts of hair on top of the long thick fingers and knuckles, plus a deep, wide palm, and you have another sex object on a man…especially a man of Grant’s size. This is the epitome of masculinity – hyper-masculinity. And, he’s all mine.
As I lovingly licked his hand clean, he kept tightening his hold on me with his other arm. It wasn’t painful. But I certainly got the sense of how much I meant to him, already. And, I felt very secure and safe to be held so tightly and so closely by this incredible man. We just rested for a while and enjoyed the warmth of each other’s bodies…and gently kissed each other, while we settled back in a post-orgasmic bliss.
A Welcome Challenge and Lots of Muscle
Now we definitely needed a shower. The question was how. We both wanted to take one together but my small, glass enclosed shower looked awfully tight for him, let alone for the both of us. “Let’s make this work…we’ll make it work somehow,” Grant stated. I agreed. “Now that you’re here, I sure as hell don’t want to take a shower alone.
Maybe we’ll have to redo part of the house and install a multiple head dual shower,” I observed. “That would be great,” he added, “I’d love posing for you in the shower, covered in suds, water dripping off my sculpted muscles, and wearing a soaking wet speedo or jammed into a small and tight posing strap.” Boy, did that get my juices going.
After the water warmed, he stepped in first. Holy shit, I couldn’t believe how sexy he looked with the rivulets of water splashing and streaming all over his huge and massive body. He saw my awe and gave me a few quick frontal poses, I guess to encourage me to get in. Well, I did, and squeezed myself up against his body and the tile wall of the shower. I was looking directly into his bulging chest covered with a light coating of wet, matted black hair. He leaned into me and gave me a chest flex that pushed my face away. So sexy and so playful!
Both my hands went down to his cock and balls. Very, very big. Even soft, they were also very heavy. I just enjoyed fondling them and feeling their heaviness. In the meantime, he had put a little shampoo in his huge hands and began to give me a shampoo. Jeez, again, I’d never imagined being given a shampoo could be so sexy.
He made it sexy, taking it very slowly and making sure to wipe away soap from my forehead. I felt like a little boy being tended to by his big hyper-masculine muscular father. A very nice feeling. This was not the time for talk. It was a time for exploring a new world and a new experience.
I reached around and got some bar soap on a washcloth and started washing his huge neck and traps. He flexed them, of course, as I lovingly washed each muscle. Damn, he is hard, hard all over. Then I did his cantaloupe delts, each crevasse, of each delt, on both sides. He didn’t have much room to push his arms out but he sure as hell gave me an eyeful of engorged delts. I noticed my hard cock slapping up against his right quad muscle. He turned me around so my head went under the shower and the soap got rinsed off.
I turned back around and soaped the washcloth and started worshipping his pec shelf and ridges of hard abs with the washcloth and my other hand. After working over those muscles to my satisfaction, he took the washcloth from my hand and began to caress and wash the back of my neck, shoulders and chest with one hand, and fondle my new cock with the other – the feel of the size of his hand and thickness of his fingers was intoxicating. Our slow washing of each other was becoming an act of love, of sensual love.
I felt him start to get hard, too. His cock jammed into my lower waist. I reached down and pushed down on it to see if it would bounce back up after I pushed it down. It did. Shit, that was sexy as hell. The next thing he did blew me away. He put both of his hands up under my pits and lifted me straight up. He put his cock in between my legs and sat me down…my butt crack sitting on his cock!
He did this with no effort at all --with another shit-eating grin on his face. I was stunned and also afraid I would fall off or be too heavy for him. He reassured me that he was in complete control. His hard cock was as strong as any other part of his body. My own cock was jammed into his lower abs and thoroughly enjoying being sandwiched, yet again.
�This is the way I want to take showers with you, Paul.� He said categorically. �I love washing your small body and love it when you wash my big body. You�re a very cute guy and I love having you up real close like this. Having you sit on my cock reminds me of how powerful I am and all the different ways I can turn � us both on � in and out of the shower,� he added with a very sly smile. Guys have written many fantasy stories on the internet just about this scene. Here I am, actually living it out, for real. My mind has moments of being able to take all this in.
He literally bounced me up and down on his engorged hard cock. It felt more like sitting on a warm and soft steel pole. He took the washcloth and finished lathering me all over. He has amazing flexibility and dexterity – keeping me on his cock, washing me, and doing it in a confined space. He took particular care with my cock and balls, and in cleaning my anal canal with one of his soapy big fingers.
He already knew this was a relief for me to have a clean ass for him. I spent my visual energy watching all the interesting looks and grins on his face as he worked me over…and at examining, once again, even more closely, the expanded extremely wide “rack” of muscles on his chest, and all its bulges and striations, his tits, and the matted hair.
He lifted me off his cock, pulling me tight into his protruding chest – still holding me up. I took the washcloth and finished doing him as best I could, reaching around to his back, gorgeous striated glute muscles, and the front and back of his humongous quads and calves. He loved flexing each soapy muscle for me and flexing it again after it had been rinsed.
We turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. We were both relieved to have some room to expand and move around. I told him I wanted to towel him off and he had no objections. Again, I took my time, toweling every muscle, and making sure it was dry with my other hand. God, what an extraordinary experience to feel and to do another close examination of massive amounts of very hard well-developed muscle and symmetry.
He followed by towel drying me….turning me around and wrapping me in the towel and his big arms…and finding every wet crevice on my own body. He pulled me into his body a couple of times to dry me by hugging the towel into my body. I felt again, like I had a very big loving father enveloping and toweling me like I was a kid -- and, we had just taken a shower together. I was swooning, big time.
Another Gift
�Yes, it would thrill me no end. It would be an honor. I know how to be careful with you,� he said. I hadn�t said a thing. I had, however, thought that I could give him a gift in bed. I could ask him if he�d like to fuck me�even though it scared me a bit. �Oh, that�s right, you already �heard� me. I forgot that,� I sighed. �I wanted it to be a surprise, like the way you�ve been surprising me this afternoon,� I explained. �Oh, Paul, that you would want to give yourself to me that way, is so thoughtful. That�s enough for this god,� he added. I loved that he called himself a �god�.
We sauntered naked into the bedroom, with our cocks swinging. I felt like such a complete man, just being with him. And, eternally grateful for my new big cock. I was so grateful for him. I went and got a few pillows and towels from the linen closet to get on my back with my butt up into the air, high enough for him. I desperately wanted to watch him fuck me. More importantly, I wanted to watch him go through a bunch of poses while he fucked me. That would really make my day. He wondered about my earlier comment about some weights in the basement.
As he left my bedroom I was treated to an incredible display of muscle-god anatomy -- a very wide back covered in bulging muscles, a set of traps that almost hid his already huge neck, the proverbial Christmas trees of striations down either side of his spine, a set of mind-boggling lats holding his huge torso in perfect perfection and symmetry, exceedingly muscled arms – especially two huge triceps – held out to his side, a set of striated glutes that merged into the top of his extremely muscular upper legs, and calf muscles unseen on most human bodybuilders. He came back with a thick long iron bar I’d used for free weights, and that I’d been ignoring for some time.
�I�m thinking that it would not only be a turn-on to pose for you while I fuck you, but to also bend this bar while I fuck you, too. Now, you and I know I can do this easily, but let�s pretend I really have to work at it. That way I�ll make sure to make all of my muscles explode in size, cuts, veins, and striations for your muscle-worshipping pleasure. And believe me, this is the kind of thing that really gets me off on myself, too. Hell, you can masturbate your new cock purple during all this and feel up one of my exploding arms or my abdominals and chest at the same time.� He clearly was getting fired up. So was I. I was thrilled that he knew my fantasies and was so willing to help make them happen.
�You�ve got a clean ass and I don�t carry any diseases ever. So we�re covered that way. Given all the muscles I�ve got in my big dick, I have a lot of muscle control. We�ll also use some of your lube. So I�m certain I can enter you, shaping and molding my cock in a way that is the least painless for you, Paul. Is that ok?� he inquired.
�To tell you the truth I haven�t been fucked very often so I�m not sure what I should do or how to relax. I�m not worried about some pain. Maybe I�ll even like it,� I added with more bravado then I really felt. �I can help you relax with some suggestion techniques and powers that I have,� he announced confidently. �I�m ready when you are � let�s fuck, worship, and bend iron bars,� I announced enthusiastically.
�Okay my muscle-worshipping friend, get your cute ass up onto these pillows and check out your naked Superman. While it doesn�t take much for either of us to get hard, how about some muscle-talk to get us started? � He was really getting into this. �I love that you call me your Superman. I�ve studied your fantasies for years and know all about him. I have all the strength, power, bulging muscles and good looks of the best of the Superman�s. I have muscular strength, power and stamina that puts human men to shame.�
�I have a thick, huge and muscular cock that can go all night and even serve as a cock seat for you. I can pose and turn men into weeping children as they behold my mass, cuts, symmetry, veins, and over-all masculine beauty. I love making really big men hard and making them cum from my posing. I love that you love all of this, all of me, Paul. I know that I am gifted with extremely good looks�that I am considered very handsome�and hyper-masculine.�
�That is the icing on this incredible body of mine. You can get so into it, and I get into it so much that I loose track of where I am and, like earlier this afternoon, I can go into a world of mind-blowing poses, and completely loose track of where I am�.while you worship and maul my muscles with your hands, tongue and eyes.�
I was just staring at him, all of him, all over, as he began doing some breath-taking front poses – signs of great things yet to come. I’d never seen such eye candy, not even in the morphs on the internet. He was turning himself on. I was getting turned on, too…and had grabbed my own cock, starting to pull and release, pull and release.
�Grant, Grant, Grant. You are an extraordinary gift to me. Your massive muscular development and great symmetry is unmatched in this world. Your huge thick cock and balls are the envy of any man. Your face, truly, is that of an angel�with a god-like square jaw, sensual mouth, graceful nose, and spectacularly beautiful blue eyes. You knew me well when you were designed for me. Your arrival on my front porch in your super tight t-shirt showed off all your muscles�so sexy.�
�Your short shorts, hardly covering your massive corded quads were so damn sexy, too. And your bulge, your bulge�showing your endowment through your shorts and, ultimately, blasting thru your red posers was mind-blowing for me. You knew my deepest fantasies and desires, in great detail. And now you are here to fulfill them and fulfill them you are. I hope, in some way, my own way, I can make such a difference for you.�
The words were just flowing from our mouths. We both loved hearing the words…words that we already knew…our deepest thoughts put into words for each other. As I said my piece, my piece of muscle-talk, it was a thrill to watch a huge grin spread over his entire face. His eyes sparkled even more. And he just kept ramping up his amazing posing for me. I understood, once again, why I am addicted to handsome, hyper-masculine, muscle-gods. There is little else. And the fact that we are best friends, partners, and lovers…still had boggled my mind.
Out of the Starting Gate
�Okay, my little stud, I�m lubing myself up and you, too. We�ll take it real slow, and make sure you�re relaxed as I push myself further in. I want you to notice how turned on you get by having a monster like me slowly expand you and touch every nerve in your ass. And, god, posing for you while I drive into you is one hell of a gift for me. It gets me even harder thinking about how tight, warm and deep your ass is.� Grant said this with lust dripping in his voice. Unlike a few other men in the past, I really felt I could trust Grant with one of my most vulnerable parts of my body. Hell, I was giving it to him, gladly.
�Holy mother of god�your cock is so fucking big and so warm�.how can you be so hard and so soft at the same time?� I asked breathlessly. �It�s like all my muscles � they are all hard and soft at the same time,� Grant said quite matter-of-factly. �Take a look at this double-bi. I gonna pump up the peaks and pump further into you at the same time�.oh fuck�this is hot�your ass is one beautiful ass, Paul. And I�ve got just the right equipment to make the most of it.�
I was transfixed watching his biceps and triceps explode into more peaks, valleys, cords, veins, and bulges. I damn near went through the head-board when he pumped me each time he pumped his arms. Pain? Yes. Worth it? Absolutely. I was very hard myself and dripping pre-cum all over the place. From the milk, I was sure.
He was leaning close in with his explosive posing so I could feel all his abdominal, arm, and chest muscles expand and contract with each pose, flex, and pump. I was in muscle-worshipping and sexual sensory overload, to put it mildly.
�Here comes the hardest part. You need to take my big helmet, my cock crown, and let it pass through your first anal muscle. You will want to resist me. Follow my suggestions and I�ll use some of my powers to help you relax,� he instructed. I got tense immediately when I heard this, but knew if I relaxed and followed his suggestions, I could do this. I wanted to do this as much for him as myself.
I listened to his loving suggestions very closely and did what he said. He told me to focus on his huge biceps, especially the veins covering the second peak, and the power that they contained -- and imagine myself being tightly held by them. The pain was unbelievable, but very short lived. What mattered most is that I loved knowing that he was even deeper inside me. I loved knowing I was being fucked to kingdom-come by my personal Superman.
Very slowly and gracefully he spread his arms wide – like an eagle’s wings -- and I beheld his biceps, triceps, and forearms in a whole new way. The mass was just incredible. The mountains of bulges were completely sexual in my eyes. Keeping his arms straight and flexed, he brought them into the front of his chest. He pumped me hard at the same time.
It was like ballet – a muscle ballet. With his huge hairy pecs squeezed between his arms, he took in a deep breath and flexed his pecs and drove into me even harder. God, the definition and mass of his pecs, sandwiched between his huge arms, really turned me on.
I was jacking myself pretty hard right now. I was also being careful to not bring myself to an orgasm too early in the show. “What da’ ya’ think of this Paul?” He was enthralled with his own posing. I loved that. “I don’t know what to concentrate on first…your massive body or your big cock driving into my ass.” I almost screamed that.
He read my mind next and gave me a right side chest, pushing his arms out, almost to my face, then pulling his right monster back hard and pumping his chest. That pose is an act of sex in my book, too. Even from the front…hell…it was even more sexy from the front. Total arm flex with a huge chest flex – holy shit, what a crevasse of pec cleavage. He drilled into me at the same time, and had his perpetual grin-on. He loved doing me like this.
He read my mind again and moved into the hands behind the head and abdominal pose. As he pumped his abs, he pumped me in perfect rhythm. He swayed back and forth to show me different muscle angles – his abdominal bricks, deep obliques, and spectacular lats -- tensing each set of muscles, as he continued to drill into me.
Then he relaxed and, standing right in front of me, damn near over on top of me, he flexed his cock in my ass. God, what a sensation that was. I could feel the full length of his deep flexing and unflexing. “Shit, yes, man…oh god…that feels incredible…yeah… keep flexing that monster…fill my ass with your cock muscles,” I screamed. Holy shit. I had never thought of that. The whole idea of him flexing his muscular cock in my tight ass got me pumping my own cock even harder.
Power Conquers the Iron Bar
Then he leaned over --- stretched his very big and muscle-packed body -- and picked up the thick iron bar from the side of the bed. I got a spectacular display of the muscles in his entire body moving and expanding with just that one reach…while he was still driving into my ass. Unimaginable.
�Well, now its time for a little show and, if we time it right, we can cum at same time I get this thing bent into a U shape. Sorta like a bar-bending, muscle-bulging, cock-exploding mutual climax,� he announced proudly. Immediately, he surprised me and drove into me pretty hard� I guess just to make sure I knew he was still there. He made his point in spades. Fuck, I was definitely in love. �I know you really get off on muscle-gods bending bars. You�ve had your best cum sessions reading those stories. And, you�ve written some good jack-off stuff for guys that like bar-bending, too. So, Paul, this is for you,� he grinned.
�I�m gonna make another suggestion. Open up your mind and body so you feel, hear, and see everything at the same time. As difficult as it might be, I don�t recommend just focusing just on my muscles, the bar, or just my cock in you, or my body, alone. Open yourself to experience it all�all of it�at the same time�in its totality. I guarantee you�ll achieve new heights in an orgasmic experience,� he said with an experienced trainer�s tone of voice. God knows he has showed me he knew what he was talking about up to now.
He’s amazing. As he was bringing the bar up to his pecs, turning it around and over, and closely examining its length, diameter, weight, and god knows what else, his muscles just kept moving – stretching, flexing, and bulging. He knew he was putting on a show for me. And I loved it. And, of course, he kept up a pulse of flexing his cock in my ass. He was in pretty deep now. I didn’t think there was much more room left in me. Little did I know.
�You know, Paul, muscle-gods like me really get off on doing feats of strength. We love pitting our muscle power against immovable objects � objects that defy attempts even by other muscle-men. We get a huge testosterone rush by lifting or bending the impossible. We love to make other muscle-men, so called strong men, drop their heads in despair as they are surpassed by another muscleman�s strength. Sometimes that despair turns into lust�lust to smash muscle-bound bodies together and rut like bulls.
�We are an audience for each other. And, as you know, we love to do this for regular audiences�and audience that gets turned on by our muscles, our size, and our incredible strength. It�s power and sex. Power and sex. The two cannot be separated, even through we pretend otherwise. Body-builders, strongmen, and power-lifters can be deeply connected in many ways. I know.�
Fuck, I was in sexual overdrive hearing this description of men with extreme muscular and sexual power. “Oh my muscle-god, show me your incredible strength and the awesome beauty of your flexed muscles. Show me your unlimited power, and the complete and total expansion of your huge muscles into your paper-thin skin. Show me all those veins, cords, and striations. Show me the mountains of muscle that will bend this heavy iron bar…bend it till it screams for mercy.”
I was really getting’ into to it now, too. I had wanted to encourage him to put into words his feelings, my feelings, our feelings about strength, power, and muscles. He acknowledged me by giving me a particularly hard and sustained flex of his cock. God, I couldn’t believe this was happening – to me, no less. Not in a fantasy. Not in short muscle-sex story. But for real.
Without saying a word he stretched out his arms and grabbed each end – not in the middle of the bar – but at each end of the bar in his fists. He flexed his cock again, and he looked at me very intensely. His big blue eyes were glowing. I don’t think they ever stop. He took in a few practice breaths, his chest shelf bulging out even more – his tits were pointing straight down. And then he took in a very deep breath and began to exert his will. His whole upper body just exploded into all its muscular glory.
I watched the strain show on his face as he bore down on this thick metal bar. His huge hairy hands were gripping it with inhuman power. He took in another deep breath and, while forcing his muscles into ever greater size and power, he forced his cock deeper into my welcoming hole. “Yes, my Superman, yes…show this bar your unlimited power and strength… show me how strong you are …show me how bar-bending is a sex act. An act of unheard of muscular power. Of extraordinary human strength. Of huge bulging muscles massed to bend a thick bar of hardened steel. Let me feel your own steel bar jamming into my ass. Show me what you got,” I hollered.
My jaw dropped open as the bar began to slowly bend in the middle. I was beating my meat till it was almost chafed. Thank god for my gusher of pre-cum. He took another breath, drilled into my ass some more, and, looking at each of his massive arms, he instructed them to obey by getting bigger and more powerful. They did and the bar continued to bend. His delts and chest were unbelievable in definition. I’ve never seen so many veins and blood vessels in my life.
His inhuman power was unmistakable. He surprised me again by temporarily interrupting the conquering of this iron pipe by running an end under his balls and cock. So his balls and cock were now cradled just above the future U. Fuck, talk about sexy. He and I both understood the profound symbolism of laying the center of his power and masculinity, his cock and balls – while fucking me -- into a crevasse of hardened iron he had just created with his amazing strength. He thrust his elbows out as he re-doubled bringing his fists together in front of his chest for the soon to come U shape. The profile of his arms – his tractor sized hydraulic pistons – took my breath away.
I could tell he knew he had the bar conquered because he started pumping in and out of me real fast….thrusting and re-thrusting his big cock in my now very well lubricated yet tight ass. “Oh fuck…fuck….yes….bend you son-of-a-bitch…bend… Give me that sweet ass of your’s Paul. Yeah, take my pile driver….humph…..humph…. yeah….feel the power…feel the power, Paul…feel it all… humph….humph….bend… yeah…keep bending…feel my arms Paul…feel the power…feel the strength I’m using to bend this sucker to my will and fuck your tight hole. I’m fucking this bar and fucking your tight hole.” He was even sweating at this point.
�Yeah, Grant�give it to me�give me your big cock�I�m wrapping my tight ass around it�and sucking your monster in�.yeah�keep pumping�pump�pump�. Your power is unmatched. Yeah�drill me�.pump�. Oh, god, I�m going to cum�I can�t stop it now. Shit�.fuck�shit�fuck�oh jeez�.yeah, yeah�.here it comes�. arrggghh�..arrgghh�arrgghh..
I sent volleys of my cream up onto Grant’s sweaty chest and arms it seems, forever. I’d never had such a long orgasm….my cock pump just kept draining me of cum I didn’t know I had.
At the same time, Grant was about to deliver his huge hot payload into me, as well. “Fuck yeah, fuck…give me all of your sweet tight ass…all of it….” he demanded. Grant brought his fists together as the bar bent now into a V shape, more than a U shape, still merged with and supporting his cock and balls. He leaned into me, bent bar in his huge hands, and mountains of cut muscles everywhere.
He looked into my eyes and gave me a couple of more big drills into my ass then he let loose with a barrage of cum that squirted out the sides of his cock and out my ass. “Shit…fuck….shit…god…this feels so good…so good….oh yeah…oh yeah….” he screamed. I was able to wrap my arms partially around his lower back and waist…and I just held him while he emptied all of himself into me. He was very hot, wet from sweat, and breathing hard. I held him even closer. He held the compressed bar up in the air in a gesture of a conquering hero. Then he just let himself go and we fell backward onto the bed. The bent bar was still in his big hand.
Post Muscle Cock and Ass
We just laid there for a few minutes. I loved holding him, as best I could, in my arms. He whispered sweet nothings into my ear about my gift to him and how much it meant to him. He wanted to make sure I wasn’t hurt, though I did tell him my ass ached big time. He said that will go away quickly. Since he and the bar were still on top of me, I started kissing his arms, chest and delts.
He couldn’t help but to continue to flex each of them when I planted my lips at each particular muscle. He’s a machine! I told him what a thrill and turn-on it was for me to have him bend that bar into a v-shape, cradling his cock and balls. He told me he’d unbend the bar later so we could “workout” together downstairs. My muscle-worshipping fantasies went into overdrive when I heard that.
He slowly got up. His cock was still hard and still in my ass. He pulled out gently and I felt an immediate sense of loss. It had been so powerful to have his cock in my ass that it was like it had always been there. He shoved the pillows off the bed and got into bed beside me.
He read my mind and put his right arm up around my head – cradled it -- and pulled me into his hairy matted chest. I couldn’t keep my hand off his huge soft cock and spent some time just fondling it, feeling the weight, and length. He brought his other arm over and started doing the same to my cock. And we rested, more or less.
I began thinking about getting him some clothes…after all, he had burst out of everything earlier in the afternoon. I wondered about going to the local body-builder gym so he could parade his stuff and me. I wondered about what we could do to start building a great life together. He was reading my thoughts, of course, and pulled me even tighter into his huge pec-shelf.
God, could we ever get enough of each other? No. Absolutely not.
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