Bruce's New Weekend Mission: It Takes Three 2 (musc)
by msclvr
Ken’s Arrival
I don’t think Bruce and I moved at all last night. We had exhausted ourselves from our non-stop muscle sex and muscle worshipping after dinner. Our legs were intertwined and I’d slept the night with his massive right arm as my pillow, my head cradled in the crevasse between his forearm and bicep. His cock was soft right now, not yet hard and throbbing into my backside. His bed had a wonderful man scent in it. I had noticed that last night when we crawled in together. Very appropriate for super-heavy weight bodybuilder and ranked national competitor. He just has hormones and a constant light body sweat that reek of masculinity and sex.
I kept wondering about what Ken would look like and what we would do with Bruce, with each other, and to each other. I was getting very fired up over the idea of actually worshipping those two handsome muscle-gods at the same time. And, I allowed myself the very likely possibility that they would worship each other! Holy shit. That would be something else altogether unfuckingbelieveable.
�Hey, little buddy�you awake yet?� Bruce whispered gently into my ear. Not waiting for an answer from me, he brought his left arm up and around, encircling my head. Yes, I sure was awake, now. Then, he brought my head closer into him by tightening and pulling his arms into himself. I was in a warm, hard, and massive muscle vice. As they say, I was in muscle heaven.
I reflexively started to lick his forearm. ‘Ummm…he muttered….breakfast for my muscle pig?” I wasn’t the only one starting to get a raging morning hard-on. Bruce’s big cock felt hot and damn hard as it now poked at my lower back. He throbbed it a couple of times and I just swooned. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have such a massive, built, tall, and handsome muscle god as one of my best friends.
He was reading my mind as he said, “I want today to be a belated birthday present from me to you. My boy, Ken, is one hell of bodybuilder stud. A super heavy-weight like me. I’ve told him about you. I think he really wants to please us both. God knows he’s got the body and the equipment to do it, as you’ll see in just a little while” Bruce added emphatically. He was just reviewing things for me.
�Here, roll over on top of me. I want to feel your body on top of mine,� he commanded. What I know that is this is really an excuse for him to flex his muscles, bounce me around, and �massage� me, so we both can get turned on. And he did not disappoint. No sooner had I crawled on top of this warm mountain, then he took my hands and spread-eagled the both of us. So, in effect, I was spread eagle but only on a small part of his massive body � he is so much taller and wider than I am. I like feeling small, compared to Bruce. It turns me on � big time.
Then he started to thrust his pelvis up into mine. He was really thrusting to push and jam our hard cocks together. I reciprocated by pushing back, though I didn’t have much leverage in the spread-eagle position. That didn’t matter. He wanted to do it himself, anyways. Shit, he really bounced us. I loved feeling my hard cock, as insignificant as it is to his, get jammed into his hard monster. This was bonding that can only be done with a muscle god like Bruce. His incredible strength and muscle control is just unbelievable.
After a few sets of thrusting reps and with a light sweat breaking out all over his body, he said, “If I take this any further, one or the other of us is gonna explode. Let’s save it for Ken,” he suggested. “Sounds good to me,” I added with quite a sense of anticipation. My fantasies of being in the presence of two muscle gods were going into overdrive.
Since we had taken a lengthy joint shower last night, we got out of bed and put our clothes on. Bruce, of course, stuffed himself back into his short shorts and a red short-sleeved muscle shirt. Damn, he was stunning. His huge muscles are so well defined. His veins are visible everywhere, especially in his arm and quads. He has a level of vascularity that most bodybuilders would die for, let alone to touch and worship. And, shit, his dramatic v-shape made him all the more sexy and powerful.
Having looked in the mirror and pronounced himself satisfied, he turned to me and told me how good I looked in my own modest outfit of regular shorts and t-shirt. He said he thought Ken would find me very appealing, in more ways then one. He said that Ken would be really turned on with what I could do to muscle-gods. That was a very nice and much needed confidence booster for me. I had begun to feel some apprehension about being attractive to another muscleman….thinking that Bruce’s interest in me was only one of a kind. I’m guessing Bruce sensed this.
The doorbell rang and Bruce exclaimed, “Ok, Tim, happy belated birthday!” and opened the door wide.
I was dumbstruck, literally. Ken was one tall mountain of bulging muscle. Similar in build to Bruce, yet with some instantly noticeable and appealing differences. Within seconds, my eyes went down to his crotch and I just stared. Evidently both Bruce and Ken were watching my protracted gaze at Ken’s equipment or, more precisely, at a cock that looked like it was the size of a rolled up newspaper, sticking down the right leg of some very short khaki shorts. His cockhead ridge really stood out. He had one hell of a VPL.
�I guess he likes what you�re bringing, Ken,� said Bruce with a big laugh. I must have turned beet red and, coming �back to consciousness�, put my hand out and introduced myself to Ken. �Good to meetcha�, Tim�, Ken said in a slightly southern drawl. �Bruce, here, has told me a lot about you�� Ken let the sentence drift off. If he said anything else, I didn�t hear it in that moment. Time was standing still for me and he was standing so close to me. I really appreciated how lucky I was with these two. It is quite rare for a competitive body-builder to have both unusual length in his cock and, at the same time, be very thick�especially in Caucasian men. It is more often one or the other, not both. Both Bruce and Ken broke all the rules. I have to imagine it is no accident that they were drawn to each other by their shared very manly assets. That I would get the benefit, too, is amazing.
Ken’s face was quite handsome in a very rugged way. Bruce had said Ken was 30 but he looked older in a very sexy way, as well. His blond hair was clipped pretty short and he had a nice pair of side burns that tapered in the front into a tip almost near his cheeks. Everything about him was taking my breath away. He clearly had shaved but still sported a heavy beard stubble. But what I noticed next was his chest hair – not quite blond and not quite black – flowing out onto his neck and out of the unbuttoned top of his short-sleeve t-shirt.
God, hair, lot’s of it. As he was shaking hands with me I also noticed the hair on his arms, especially on his hands and knuckles. It finally dawned on me. Holy shit. Bruce was right. The guy is a muscle bear! A massive muscle god bear! His hair was all the more sexy because it covered some extraordinarily well-developed and, like Bruce, very big and defined muscles. Ken clearly was not sacrificing mass, definition, or vascularity to his gorgeous body hair. What a combination. A bear! What a feast for any muscle-lover’s eyes.
�I�m sorry, but I�m just amazed at how well-built you are and how handsome you are. I�ve never met a guy with so much hair before, let alone a competition-level super heavy-weight bodybuilder like you,� I was immediately embarrassed about how I just let all that gush out. I felt like a little kid for a moment. �I�ll take all of that as a compliment, Tim.� I loved the way he used my name. I was gonna like this guy.
�Bruce told me how much you get into body-builders, musclemen, and muscle-worshipping. That�s cool. That�s what I�m into, too. It�s who I am and what I do,� he added with a noticeable sense of pride. �Just in case you�re wondering, I let my hair grow a couple of times during the year, between competitions. And then I have some lucky guy shave me, just before competition, so I�m as smooth as a baby�s butt. In the meantime it is really neat how many of my clients love this hair and so do a lot of bodybuilder friends of mine. A lot of guys really get into us bears.� He said this with a big grin. God, this guy is sexy. And, like Bruce, he knows it.
�Bruce also told me to wear some tight muscle shorts. So, I thought I�d also put on one of my best muscle shirts, too. By your reaction, I�d guess you approve,� Ken stated. �You are spectacular,� I said enthusiastically. �Other than Bruce, I�ve never seen another muscle guy with the mass, size, and definition that you have. I�m in awe of having the two of you � two huge and very handsome muscle gods -- in the same room,� I added. I was still gushing. �The fact of the matter is that it is really great to be in the same category as my friend and mentor,� and Ken looked at Bruce with a barely concealed look of adoration � bordering on lust. Bruce just smiled and nodded.
Among Ken’s many muscular attributes were his traps and his pecs. His traps started nearly half way down his thick neck and exploded out onto his big shoulders. These traps of his were in the natural relaxed state right now. I flashed for a moment on a most muscular pose where they would truly bulge out of his neck and shoulders. I was not to be disappointed, but I had to wait. His pecs were a sight to behold. His t-shirt fit very tight around his chest area and, as a result, his large nipples pushed hard through the flimsy fabric. And he really had the proverbial bodybuilder’s chest and pec shelf.
When the fabric wasn’t being stretched at his big nips, his pec muscles pushed the fabric out – way out. That lower part of the fabric then just hung loose below his chest. He looked extremely powerful. I could only imagine the incredible strength he could bring to bear in bending the steel bars that Bruce had in his workout room. Ken saw me looking at his pecs and started bouncing them slow, one at a time, than faster. He could tell I was mesmerized. Pec bouncing is, for me, just inches short of a sex act. Each nipple moved up and down, as the tight shirt moved up and down. He grinned watching the profound effect he was having on me. I was his and he knew it.
�So how you gonna greet your host?� Bruce demanded. Ken damn near flew into Bruce�s open arms, as he wrapped his arms around Bruce � or at least tried to. Bruce was bear-hugging him right back. I was stunned at what I was seeing. Two huge muscle-gods unabashedly showering affection on each other. �Yeah, squeeze your daddy Kenny boy, just try. � taunted Bruce. And, even though he could not reach completely around Bruce (nobody can), he did do a partial bear hug that could have probably killed a bear.
Bruce leaned into him and down, because he was taller, and gave Ken a French kiss that caused Ken to end his bear hug and reach down between them and grab the monster on the inside of Bruce’s leg. They were both groaning. Bruce shoved his body into Ken’s and ground it into Ken’s muscles. It was a true act of dominance. They were clearly glad to see each other and made sure the other knew it.
�Ok, Kenny boy, how about giving Tim a little one-man pre-show routine before we go out for breakfast?� Bruce�s �suggestion� really sounded like a command.
A Quickie Posing Routine from Ken
He stepped further into the living room, with Bruce and me giving him plenty of space. “Clothes on or clothes off?” asked Ken nonchalantly. I paused, thought about it for a split second, and stammered, “On, definitely.” “Yes, definitely on for right now,” added Bruce. I looked at Bruce and he seemed more than a little interested in the prospect of seeing his trainee bulge out of his skin tight pieces of skimpy clothing.
�On it is,� Ken stated with some noticeable enthusiasm in his voice. �I do some of my best work partially clothed. But more on that later.�
Then, bam! Up went his arms and we were treated to a display of arm muscle I have rarely seen. The first thing I noticed was how thick his hairy forearms were. Damn. They were like small biceps. And, like Bruce, this guy had a road map of veins and arteries that can only come from incredible workouts and equally incredible low levels of body fat. Breath-taking overall vascularity. The lateral split between his biceps and triceps was amazing.
He bore down and pumped it all up some more. His biceps also had a split, a lower bicep and a peak that truly looked like a baseball. He turned his head, easily leaned into his arm, and gave his right peak a long, long kiss. My hard-on was just getting harder. I looked at Bruce. He wasn’t taking his eyes off of Ken. I looked at Bruce’s package. It seemed to be bigger than usual. God, muscle guys gettin’ off on muscle guys. And I’m right here in the middle of it. Then Ken started a slow lick of his peak, staring intensely at his arm…willing it to peak higher and harder.
�Yeah�.man�these are my pride and joy. The result of thousands of power lifts and, now, some hard assed muscle-building,� Ken reported with, once again, clear pride.
He grimaced slightly and pumped all this arm muscle once more. I was thrilled….beside myself with muscle lust. And, to top it off, his t-shirt had crept up over the low waist of his shorts and exposed some huge abdominal muscles, covered in a veil of hair. There was even a large vein that came down and split off, to create a pair of veins, right on his lower abdominal ridge. This, together with his huge thick cock, laying on the right inside of his short shorts, was an unforgettable sight of muscle, beef, and sex. I noticed that he was evidently getting hard too. I couldn’t help to think about the ridge at the head of his cock. It was so big and very pronounced. Like Bruce, Ken had one hell of a sexy V-shape on him, too.
�Your da� man,� said Bruce. �You�re da� man.� With that compliment from his mentor to urge him on, Ken slowly moved his arms behind his head, locked his hands, and thrust out his right leg while, at the same time, crunching down on his abdominals. He shook his unbelievably muscular quad, tensed it, and it burst into an explosive set of striations, ridges, and crevasses. I thought he might have crushed his cock if he done it on the other leg with the cock nestled next to his other quad.
He swung back and forth to flex all his muscles to the maximum extent possible. Having the bottom of his t-shirt just barely cover the upper half of his abdominals just made the pose even more sexy and inviting to extensive exploration. I made a mental note to myself for later. His short sleeves had been forced back to his huge and striated deltoids by now, exposing even more of his unbelievable biceps and triceps.
He looked like he could crush his own head if he wanted to. I noticed that Bruce was massaging his own big cock which, like Ken’s, was stuck down in one of his short’s short legs. His eyes were still drilled on Ken. I felt honored to witness and be part of the very sensual dynamics between these two exceptional he-men, with one of them being a very sexy muscle bear.
�Ok, Kenny boy. Save yourself. We got a lot of time together today. Right little buddy?� I was still not very articulate. �Whatever you say, Bruce.�
Meanwhile, Ken had gone into a relaxed yet posed position and shook his muscles out. “I take it you like your present, eh, Tim?” Ken inquired with noticeably false modesty. “Oh man, Ken, you are extraordinary. I can’t get over how you can have all that mass, all the definition, and all that hair…all at the same time,” I exclaimed. “Yeah, it takes a lot of work but it’s definitely worth it. I owe a lot of Bruce, here. He’s given me a lot of workout and diet advice. Plus, he definitely knows what turns guys on, especially muscle-worshippers like you.” I took that as a compliment.
He pulled his t-shirt back down to his waist, at least as far as it could go. He also did a very sexy thing and stuck his hand down his shorts and readjusted the position of his cock on the inside of the leg. I thought I would faint. He noticed my glazing over and said “Bruce has also been a big help in making sure I show all my assets to maximum effect. Hell, it always turns me on, too.” Fuck, I was truly in muscle-god heaven.
Out In Public
Since it was Santa Monica, I just decided I would be very proud, not embarrassed, to walk along side these huge, only partially dressed, gods. I watched as men and women, young and old, just couldn’t stop staring at the three of us. This was especially true when Bruce put me in the middle of the two of them. However, this often proved impractical on a somewhat narrow sidewalk. The combined width of the extraordinarily wide shoulders was unbelievable. I was wishing the sidewalk was always big so I could be in between these two behemoths more often.
We got some “thumbs up” from a lot of guys. Maybe some of those thumbs up were for me and me being with them. But I really think they were for Ken and Bruce and how their muscle t-shirts and very high cut shorts showed off all their muscles to, as Bruce likes to put it, “maximum effect.” They were walking sex objects, thoroughly enjoying the impact they were having on passers-by.
Bruce directed us into a small diner with, fortunately, some large booths. I went in one side, followed by Bruce. Ken sat down opposite from us. What an extraordinary hunk of hyper-masculine eye candy. I could hardly think, let alone think about what to eat. Ken just smiled at me. He knew I was hooked, totally and completely. I watched his hairy arm muscles grab a menu and turn its pages. They danced and twitched underneath his paper-thin skin. His chest hair screamed to be pulled, massaged, and ground down into his chest muscles.
He must have been reading my muscle-addict mind. Looking straight at me, he started flexing each pec, one at a time. This time he held each pec flex, alternating back and forth. I was about to go over the edge. Then I really almost lost it when he started rolling each pec muscle from the bottom to the top. When Bruce said, “Okay Kenny Boy, you wanna have a contest? Watch these pigs. Then Bruce did the same thing. Both of them --at the same time. I didn’t know where to look. They snickered at my looking so overwhelmed and continued right on pec flexing. I saw the two of them look at each other while they were flexing their pecs. I’d say they both had each other mesmerized with their muscle-worship show.
So Ken decided to entertain me some more and, quite likely, Bruce. He took four hefty looking metal knives from each of the place settings, put them together, and wrapped his big hairy fists around either end of the set. “Watch this,” instructed. With barely a strain, he just bent that set of knives into halves. It was like he was bending sticks of licorice. Yet, his forearm muscles twitched every which way. Then he took the already half bent knives and put them into his fist and squeezed. I could barely see any strain on his face.
It was clear, however, that the knives were having their ends pressed together by a relentless muscle vice – a huge fist. His arm and forearm muscles were exploding from the application of such power. He put the totally bent knives down, looked at me calmly and said, “That was nothing for me. Wait till you see what I do with the steel bars that Bruce has. That will be a special treat for you, I am sure.” I was blown away.
His verbal description was very sensual and sexual. I got that instantly. For Ken, that was more an act of sex than a feat of strength. I was rock hard under the table. Bruce reached over to my crotch and felt my hard-on and squeezed. He smiled and said, “There’s lots more ahead little buddy. Happy birthday.” I returned the favor and reached over to Bruce’s left thigh and squeezed his growing hard-on. Damn, he is really big and so hot to the touch. He just smiled his normal big toothy grin.
It was hard to focus on breakfast. I was so distracted by having these two gorgeous men next to me. It didn’t help when they started talking about bodybuilders that had had hard-on’s backstage and even on-stage in competition. Both of them laughed an understanding laugh at each of their stories. Ken talked about how, when he started serious competition, he had to talk himself down from getting turned on by all the meat.
He, too, he said, had to have posers that could accommodate his big cock in the six o-clock position – the least obvious of all the cock positions in a small poser. Both agreed that their very pronounced cock head ridges, or crowns, were a plus in competing these days. Lavrone, Sonabaty, and a few other muscle gods made sure of that. Ken also talked about some of his high-paying clients. The vast majority were men and all ages. Most of them wanted to be fucked and Ken readily obliged. There was always a lot of muscle talk. Ken said he usually started it. It got them turned on and then his clients started talking muscle talk, too. The repeat clients were usually the hottest sessions. Ken saw himself as their “trainer.” Both he and Bruce laughed again.
Their conversation went back to servicing body-builders. Needless to say, I continued to be fascinated. They talked about how many nationally known body-builders want to have muscle worshipping sessions with one or both of them. Both IFBB and NPC body builder types. Many of the names were familiar to me. Some want to be worshipped and some want to do the worshipping.
According to both of them, a lot of these muscle-gods are also into package worship, especially if they have small penises. Some want it in their ass and, some of the really huge and handsome body builders, get to give it to Bruce or Ken in the ass. It was really cool to hear them talk about all this sex with other body-builders – and famous ones at that. They were unashamed – in fact, extremely enthusiastic -- about how turned on they got from fucking and worshipping with fellow muscle-gods.
Ken also talked about servicing professional wrestlers. “Most of these guys, when they’re not in their villain or good-guy role want to be dominated big time. With my size it’s easy for me to fulfill their deepest and most hidden fantasies. Some of them become like little puppy dogs when they’re with me. They love all my size, strength, muscle, hair and power, which are, as you know, considerable. When we’re nearly through with a session, it’s amazing to be with these huge and powerful guys when they want to be held and loved. Then I see them on TV beat the shit out of their opponent. To each his own I say,” reported Ken with a lot of pride.
Bruce said a lot of his clients were really into Bruce’s feats of strength….like bending bars, and lifting them up and tossing them around like rag dolls. “They love to get hard and beat off as I do this stuff for them. I muscle-talk them into big orgasms. They always come back, too,” he added. Ken spoke proudly about how his power-lifting days had given him the strength to do feats unexpected even by other strongmen. He especially liked to stand rigid – almost at attention – and have these big guys climb all over him like he was a human jungle-gym.
And during these conversations, they told me they would not talk about their own muscle-worshipping exploits, with each other, until we got back to Bruce’s condo. I’d have to wait to see it in person. When they said this I about lost it on the inside of my shorts.
The walk back was very entertaining….just as the walk to the diner had been. We could have stopped traffic had we not been walking. Folks were clearly in awe of what they were looking at. These guys just loved strutting their stuff, all their stuff. And this time, they started to grab at each other’s hard ass, pretending to be offended, and played a little tag. They laughed like kids. It was quite a playful side of them. Yet, as hyper-masculine adult men, their flexing leg muscles were, not surprisingly, a sight to behold. Then they started grabbing my ass and I just got hard as hell, again. I was proud as hell – and very excited -- to be with them. God, what could be next? The possibilities are endless.
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