Bruce's Latest Weekend Mission (musc)
by msclvr
Another Mutual Cock-Hardening Visit
I never would have imagined a year ago that Bruce and I would have become such good friends. He – the massively muscled and titled 6’4” 295 pound super-heavy-weight – very handsome, and incredibly endowed. Me – a good-looking middle-aged guy -- sporting a “few extra pounds” and absolutely enthralled with musclemen, really big bodybuilders, and being devoted to getting them hot and turned on by my passionate worship of them.
Though he was clearly on his way to winning Mr. Olympia in the not too distant future, he always stayed in contact with me. This continued after he moved out of our town to the big leagues in Los Angeles. Unlike most narcissistic body-builders, he had taken a genuine interest in me and, more specifically, really appreciated how I encouraged him to enjoy being worshipped as a muscle god and a sex object. Frankly, I wasn’t surprised when he told me on one telephone call that he thought he really was gay.
He shared a number of sexual and mutual admiration experiences he had had with other massive and good-looking bodybuilders. He said most of them were just way too much into themselves and wanted to be worshipped rather than do the worshipping (of him, of course). We often reminisced about our own muscle-worshipping exploits together over the last year. Those conversations always got us both turned on and we had some pretty wild, creative and hot phone sex, as a result.
One day he said he wanted to make a weekend trip back to see me and spend the weekend “having some fun” at my place. I was, of course, thrilled. We set the date and I spent the next two weeks masturbating myself silly with more muscle-worship fantasies.
His arrival day finally came. He knocked at my door and as I opened it, my heart began to race. There he was – just as massive, sexy, tall and handsome as ever. He filled the door frame completely – top to bottom, side to side, with an extraordinarily sexy V-shape.
�God, Bruce, you look just fabulous,� I said breathlessly.
�Thanks. Knowing I was coming to see you, I really buckled down on my workouts and my diet. Funny, there�s no other guy that I would do all this for but you�. He had a big smile on his face. He knew I knew how to appreciate him.
�Aren�t you going to ask me in?� he asked mockingly. I stepped back a few feet and he walked in. His right arm was rippling muscles, veins and tendons all over as he carried his overnight bag. And, it was then that I saw �it.� In addition to a very tight white muscle t-shirt that showed the bulge of all his massive upper body muscles, he had on a pair of tan khaki pants that, on most large men, would have had plenty of room to spare. But not on him.
His thigh muscles were stretching the pants so tight the crease didn’t show any more. And, in between those huge thighs was his bulging package. This time, it was round. It jutted out – pushing the cover of the zipper partially open. When he’s in tiny posers, and when he stays soft, he likes the two-o-clock position. When he feels the lust for his fellow musclemen both on-stage and back stage, he’ll put his boner into the six o’clock position, pushing his posers out and down. And, today, my eyes couldn’t believe how sexy he looked, especially with this huge rounded bulge. And he saw my awe-struck reaction.
�I thought the least I could do was to dress the way you like me�.this being the first time we�ve seen each other in a while�. He said this with a very sly edge to his voice. He knows the impact he can have on people � especially me -- when he wants to.
I literally threw myself at him and he wrapped his huge arms around me and pulled me into his whole body and squeezed hard. Since I couldn’t reach around him to clasp my hands together, I had to settle for exploring his temporarily clothed rock-hard, ridge-like, back. I was in heaven. He shoved one of his legs in between my legs and I dry humped his thigh as hard as I could. He started groaning and I started moaning. We were back together, again. He had missed my creative, untamed and passionate worship of his muscles. I had missed the object of my affections, the deep desire he had to please me with his whole body.
I pulled my arms out and put them around his incredibly thick and vascular neck, resting on sets of traps and deltoids that stood out like proverbial pairs of cannonballs. I squeezed and he squeezed. Now, there is always more in his “squeezing” than meets the eye. When he squeezes me, he is flexing and flexing hard. He knows his flexing is a big turn on for both of us. God, he felt so good. His aftershave was like an aphrodisiac. Old Spice I think. I loved nuzzling his dark, scratchy shadow and feeling the sand-paper effect on my cheeks and lips.
�God, I have missed you,� I told him with a sigh. �Yeah, and I�ve missed you, too, little buddy. You�re truly my main man. Always have been and always will be,� he said emphatically. I squeezed him some more and he damn near flexed his whole body in return. I marveled at how he could feel both so hard and so soft at the same time. My ever present fantasies about how we would spend the weekend started to rush into my head.
We slowly let each other go a bit and, staying close, he whispered in my ear that he wanted to have a special weekend with me. “I’m ready for anything,” I purred. “Great”, he said. “I knew I could count on you.”
We separated a little more and he reached down and picked up his overnight bag again. I didn’t miss a thing. That right bicep, the forearm muscle, and the tendons started to tighten, bulk up, and dance. What a show. He watched me watch him. Like he always does. He likes that I pay attention to the little things about his gorgeous body, study its sensual movements, and get turned on when the muscles begin to flex.
�Where am I staying?� he asked. �In my bedroom, of course. Just like before,� I added.
�Sounds good to me. Do you still have that floor to ceiling mirror I put in before I left last year?� he inquired. �Of course,� I said, once again. �I�ve been waiting for you to come back home so we could use it again. �Cool,� he said appreciatively.
I walked behind him, like I always did. I love admiring his wide rippling back, his tree-truck thighs, and, of course, a beautiful bubble butt. But this time, his butt had those little dimples in both cheeks. Wow! He certainly had been working out.
Getting Started
Once we were in my bedroom, he put his overnight down and turned and faced me. I knew what could be coming. He took in a slow, deep breath…put his hands on his hips and gave me an incredible front lat spread. I was transfixed. He was posing just the way a really built Superman would pose. And, boy, did he ever look like a truly massive and very handsome Superman. He knows I love this pose.
As he held it, I let my hands run up and down his arms trying in vain to squeeze these massive rocks. The veins on both arms stood out like road-maps. Then I moved over to his chest and attempted to push and prod his pecs. No dice. Nothing was moving, no matter what I did. Everything about his body was so fuckin’ hard and big. Bruce had a big grin on his face while I was doing this exploring.
Not wanting to delay any more gratification for both of us. I moved my right hand down his chest, over his ridges of abs, and to the top of his belt. He read my mind and let out the breath that he had been holding forever, it seemed. He took in another deep breath and, at the same time, sucked his stomach in even more. I was given a slightly loose belt and pant waist. My hand went down behind the belt and found the motherload of his huge cock and balls encased in underwear.
Even in underwear he exudes extreme masculinity and sexuality. I cupped my hand over the bulge, gently pushed, and then squeezed what little of the bulge I could hold in my hand. He let out his breath with a slow groan and my hand was trapped. In the meantime, I put my other hand at the base of his back to steady myself and get some leverage to give his huge basket a massage. The fact that his equipment was covered by a soft cotton fabric just added to his mystery and sensuality.
He tilted his head back and just let out a few “Oh God’s” right in a row. I knew, once again, that this massive man was mine. And he knew that I was all his. As I massaged the part of his package that I could hold, I could feel his cock starting to get hard. I shifted my grasp to capture his shaft and kneed it into its full hardness. It didn’t take much time. As I mentioned, he is, in addition to everything else about him, very well endowed. We were getting him close to 8 inches and as thick as the base of a beer bottle. I moved his cock into the 2 o’clock position, his piss slit facing out. Before we knew it, his pre-cum juices started to roll.
�It�s either now or later,� he announced quietly. I said �Later,� and reluctantly stopped the massage and slowly pulled my hands out of his pants as he sucked his stomach back in. We had become experts at teasing each other and finding ways to prolong our pleasure. I embraced him at his lower back and pulled him into me. He willingly complied. Our eyes met and then our lips. He bent down slightly, and we gave each other a hard and lingering kiss.
Keeping the Muscle Show Rolling
�How�d you like to help me get out of these clothes?� Bruce was not one to mince words�about anything. �At your service, my lord and master,� I said. He chuckled at that. Hell, I had often marveled at what it took to get him into clothes�.getting the fabric to get up and over all his muscles. That is nothing compared to what it takes to get him into his little posers�getting those flimsy straps to go up his legs, over his huge thighs, settling low on his waist�was always something to behold. Then there was getting his big cock and balls positioned in the pouch in the least obscene position.
He sat down on my bed and I knew my first task was to “help” him get his very tight muscle shirt up and over his head. He no more needed my “help” than jumping over the moon. But we had figured out sometime ago that when I “helped” him do a strip tease that we both got off on it. He slowly raised his massive arms over his head. I thought for sure the shirt would start to rip apart. That had happened once before, and I came instantly and kept the ripped shirt as a souvenir.
His biceps and triceps, even unflexed, were a mind-boggling. Truly, they were fighting for space in each of the short sleeves. And, the short sleeves, pulled back on his arms, started to expose the beginning of his deep pits. All those veins were calling for a good lick and finger tracing. God, he is sexy.
I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and started to pull it up over itself, revealing his abs – which are even visible when he is sitting down and resting. This is where I really have to pull up hard to get the shirt up over his big round tits and also over his head. As he squirms to help me out, his torso muscles (especially his obliques) start to bulge and shift under his nearly fat-free skin. We don’t need to talk too much. The silence, I believe, helps us stay focused on the erotic tasks at hand.
The shirt pops off his arms and his head simultaneously and he stands up, shaking out all the muscles in his body. Then, instantly, he pumps himself and gives me a mind-blowing double-bicep pose within a foot of my head. I don’t know which way to look and, yet again, he is smiling a very self-satisfied smile. “Jeesus, you sure how to excite and overwhelm me at the same time”, I said. “Hey, little buddy, I’ve had lots of practice. Being an exhibitionist comes with the muscles!” he declares triumphantly.
He tenses his whole body and bears down on the flex in his arms. The veins pop out even more. The tendons from his wrist, up through his forearms, bury themselves in his biceps. I am in awe. I do what comes naturally to me and start licking his underarm, gradually leaving a moisture trial up to the peak of his bicep. Once I work over his peak, he drops the flex, takes a couple of deep breaths, and flexes again. My tongue continues to trace a large vein from his bicep, into the crevasse between his bicep and forearm, and out onto his freaky forearm. And, of course, again, I am getting extremely hard myself.
He then brings his arms around me and pulls me into his pumped chest. He knows I like to think of his pecs as pillows – soft or hard. With my left cheek tucked into the gulf between his pecs he flexes those big monsters and tries to crush me between his arms and chest. God do I ever love it.
�Damn, I get so fired up when I am with you, Tim,� he says enthusiastically. �I haven�t met many guys that get into this the way you do.� I tell him �I have never met such a massive, muscular, tall and handsome man as you, Bruce. You are, as you know, the fulfillment of so many of my dreams.� �Happy to oblige,� he says with continued enthusiasm.
�Now let�s work on these tight pants of mine,� he commands. He remains standing, arms on his hips in his powerfully sexy Superman pose, and I unbuckle his belt. At this point, this is always like opening a Christmas present. The huge bulge from his equipment continues to strain the zipper as I unhook the top of his pants. I know what�s down there but its like I�m seeing it for the first time. My breathing gets a little faster and my fingers fumble a bit. Bruce likes the anticipation as much as I do. I pinch the zipper tab in between my fingers and slowly pull the zipper down. Pushed unrelentingly by the bulge, the unzipped pants expand with each pull.
Now I really get a surprise. He has “tighty whities” on --- Jockey “tighty whities”, no less. He sees the excitement in my face and says “I aim to please. You’ve always liked me in “tighty whities.” “Like no shit,” I respond as I continue to pull the zipper down and watch his pants spread to reveal more of his bulging underwear. That done, I reflexively stick both my hands into his khakis and cup his package tight on either side and squeeze. “Ummm….” he mutters, “Your warm hands feel so good”. It’s always interesting to me that, at times, it not only can be difficult to see what’s balls and what is cock, but it is also difficult to feel the difference until he starts to get engorged. Which, of course, he is starting to do.
I’m anxious to see all of his underwear and what style he is wearing. So I pull back and he raises up his huge legs and we start the struggle of pulling his pants over his muscles. He wiggles to get the pants out from under his ass and I pull even harder. Slowly, the pants give way and I see he’s wearing high-cut to the waist Jockey’s. Then his ropes of thick thigh muscles become visible, along with another road-map of large veins. They twitch as they stay straight to let me finish pulling off his pants. I toss them into the corner and he stands up in full glory, half naked, with a still bulging basket. Shit, he is so sexy. No man could ever surpass him. And, he is mine.
Into Action
I’m out of my own clothes in lightening speed, still keeping on my own underwear on so we are a “matched pair”. He’s still standing at the foot of the bed when I give him a quick two-handed shove and he falls backward laying spread eagle on the bed. His brief look of surprise is followed by “Come, take me” said in almost an imploring way. I’m always amazed at how willing he is to give himself over to me. I get this surge of testosterone and take charge by diving onto his body with my own. Bruce puts his hands behind his head and thrusts up from his pelvis and I bounce. Such strength. Such control. He tells me to “go for it” and I back down his body and push my face into his bulge. At the same time, my hands go up onto his chest and grab at his pec muscles.
�That�s it. You got it. Gnaw on this muscle-god�s meat,� he commands. �Feel the strength and power in my cock and balls. Let me feel your teeth as you suck like a baby on all this man muscle.� His muscle talk just encourages me to work his massive parts over as hard as I can. As he starts to get a boner, I can clutch a side of his cloth-encased shaft into my mouth and suck. I push him into the 2 o-clock position and he stays low enough on his hip so his big cock-head stays covered. And I start nuzzling his balls and go up and down his shaft with my mouth open, gently chewing on him. He�s in ecstasy�groaning and gyrating his pelvis up to keep it close to my face and mouth. At the same time, he�s flexing his pecs and I�m trying, to no avail, to get those hard rocks to stay in my hands.
Between my saliva and the pre-cum juices flowing once again from his piss slit, his underwear is becoming wet and almost transparent in spots. I go after the huge ridge that surrounds the top of his cock. I nip at it with my teeth – even through the white wet cotton -- and he jumps each time. Like most guys this is a very sensitive spot. He’s just got a lot of it.
I pull my face back from his package and go down the top of his underwear with my hand and grab his massive shaft. My fingers encircle that monster and I squeeze, pushing and pulling gently on it in different directions. It’s like handling a joy stick. “Yeah, man,, you’re doin’ it…your hand is so warm…I love it when you squeeze me like that,” he says breathlessly. “I’ve waited for months so we could get it on like we did before,” he said appreciatively.
With my other hand I start to pull his underwear down his thighs. He lifts his butt up so I can pull it down over his muscular ass. He has trimmed his hair so it forms a very clean dark arc at the top of his cock. His balls, always hairy black, are also huge. No wonder he creates such a bulge in underwear and posers. He couldn’t hide all of his equipment if he wanted to.
After I have his underwear off and he’s laying there buck naked, muscles rippling with every slight move, I go after his shaft one more time I lick it up one side and down another. It gives off a lot of heat. I grab the base of his cock with my right hand, and rub his pecs with my left. I’m good at multi-tasking my musclegod. I put my lips over his head, just short of his ridge, and suck and twirl my tongue around. He’s groaning like there is no tomorrow. I move down onto his ridge with my teeth and gently brush my teeth against the ridge. He jumps with each brushing. Finally, I take his cock into my mouth as far as it can go…dragging my teeth gently down over the shaft. In the meantime, I’m repeatedly squeezing and unsqueezing my right hand, in effect, pumping him.
While he has a great deal of control over all his muscles, including his muscle-bound cock, I know he doesn’t want to cum yet. So I slowly pull my mouth off his cock. Move might right hand onto his lower abs to help center him. He looks almost dazed. I know I am. I crawl up his torso and lay on top of him. He is breathing heavily and not saying a thing. I can’t resist positioning my hard-on on top of his hard-on and jamming myself into him. He reciprocates by pushing back. With our hard cocks jammed into one another we take some time to rest.
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