Bruce's New Weekend Mission: It Takes Three 3 (musc)
by msclvr
Right Out of the Gate
No sooner had the three of us gotten thru the door then Bruce abruptly slammed it with the command, “Alright you muscle pigs, let’s get it on.” Into his totally mirrored training room we went, following him like dutiful yet excited school boys. I was behind Ken and treated to his huge bubble butt shifting back and forth, with some sexy striations coming out from underneath his shorts and down his enormous leg muscles.
�Before you get what you really came here for, you�re both going to have to get this t-shirt off me. Think you can handle that?� he challenged. �Yes, sir� came out of my mouth and Ken�s mouth at the same time. I was startled at Ken�s military-style and clipped quickness in his response. I guessed Bruce and he had done this before. And, I wondered what I could do.
�First, each of you check out these massive, bar-bending, cock-hardening guns of mine.� Bruce commanded us once again. Up went his huge arms. Though Ken clearly showed us an extraordinary pair before breakfast, Bruce�s one upped him. As Bruce hunkered down and pumped up, the damn things just exploded in size and vascularity. He had contorted-like snakes as veins running all over his biceps, triceps, enormous forearms, into his temporarily covered deltoids and trap mountains. �God damned. You sure as hell are my muscle daddy,� exclaimed Ken with unapologetic enthusiasm.
With that he took his big hairy hands and began to give Bruce’s right arm a total bicep and tricep massage. “Try to squeeze that pig with your big strong hands, Kenny boy. Just try.” And try Ken did. No go. And Ken is one very powerful motherfucker. As he kept squeezing, massaging, and working up and down Bruce’s full slab of arm, including the heavily veined forearm, I had started working on Bruce’s left arm of granite rocks. “Oh, Bruce, you are my massive, unbelievably powerful and huge muscle god. Your arms are made of hardened steel. They’re like warm granite boulders,” I whispered in low sexual overtones.
�Damn right you two. I could take you both down in an instant and you�d love every minute of it. Now lick these babies and show your undying appreciation,� he demanded. And lick we did, like there was no tomorrow. Soon, his exploding arms glistened, just like he had been oiled by a backstage muscle-boy slave at a competition. I kept thinking I should be studying Ken�s marbled massive muscles damn near viciously work-over Bruce�s equally marbled massive muscles. I decided there�d be plenty of time for that, even though my cock said otherwise.
�Okay, now that we�ve got that started, take this body shrink-wrapped shirt off me,� Bruce said impatiently. Ken caught me completely off-guard when he stepped in front of Bruce and put one big hairy hand on Bruce�s t-shirt neck and the other big hairy hand on the t-shirt bottom. In one long hard pull, Ken ripped Bruce�s shirt completely off. He did this with no effort�like he was pulling tissue paper. The double-sewn arm seams came right with it all. No resistance. Just a lot of torn pieces in Ken�s big fists.
Bruce’s incredible torso of sculpted muscle, astounding symmetry, and his v-shape, were there for the taking. I was in deep disbelief that one of my major muscle god fantasies had just been fulfilled and I was watching it right there. Nothing to imagine…it was all in real time…ripping t-shirts off of muscle-gods. One muscle god stripping, dominating, and worshipping another muscle god. “Good job, Kenny boy. Now you and Tim show me how you love to suck on, grope, and feel all these muscles of mine,” Bruce said in a very demanding and expectant voice.
Keep in mind that Bruce was still sporting a very short pair of short’s with his hardening cock stuffed down one leg. I could almost see his cock head ridge at the bottom of the very tiny and very tight piece of fabric. I flashed on some fantasies seeing his very tall, very wide and huge body totally nude, with his thick hard-on sticking straight up into the air. I knew that would be coming.
Given who we are and what we really liked, it was no surprise that both Ken and I went at one big slab of Bruce’s pec and nipple each…at the same time. I knew Bruce liked it rough so, as he flexed and rolled his pec shelf, I put each hand on either side of the pec and made a feeble attempt at squeezing this piece of carved rock. I also knew that probably wouldn’t do it, so I started chewing and teething hard on his nipple and flicking it with my tongue. Bruce let out some audible gasps. I knew I was doing right. I looked out the corner of my eye and saw Ken doing the same thing.
With his much larger and more powerful hands, however, Ken could encircle Bruce’s entire flexed pec muscle and really squeeze it while he went after Bruce’s nipple with vengeance. Ken was slurping, non-stop, taking deep breaths then slurping again. That sound coming from Ken just turned me on even more. When we weren’t man-handling his pecs, our hands were groping, pushing and massaging his unbelievably developed back and chest muscles. “That’s it guys, you know what your daddy likes. I like to be worshipped. I like guys to get turned on worshipping me. And, for myself, my motto is “the harder and bigger, the better.” So I’m gettin’ bigger and real hard for you,” reported Bruce, with extreme pride.
I was in an unreal world…in partnership with two hyper-masculine muscle-gods…each demanding to be worshipped by the other, and me. I kept thinking I was reading internet short-stories about extreme muscle-worship. Yet, I knew these moments with Ken and Bruce were real. As they fulfilled each other’s deepest muscle exhibition and worshipping fantasies, they were fulfilling my own need for big, tall, really built, and handsome muscle-gods. And, god, Ken was so fucking hairy in all the right places.
Then Bruce raised his monstrous arms up over as head and said, “Now, give this muscle god’s stinky arm pits the attention they deserve.” Bruce had recently shaved, so there was no pit hair. Though disappointed about that, that baby-bare bit gave me easy access to the maze of tendons and muscles tucked deep up into the dark pit. I dove in with my mouth and nose and started licking like crazy. It was so damn sexy to be up into his pit, at the deep fulcrum of his out-sized chest, shoulder, and arm muscles.
�Yeah, baby, lick that man pit of mine,� said Bruce. The smell was more of a scent, a very masculine scent, not a stench. Ken, in the meantime, had dove into Bruce�s other pit and was munching on the tendons and muscles, as well. He put one hand behind Bruce�s shoulder and pushed Bruce�s pit into his face, with his enormous power, so he could dig and munch closer and harder. His other hand had found Bruce�s short waist and he was jamming his hand down into the shorts to get at Bruce�s hard cock.
Without even thinking, I put my left hand behind Ken’s and squeezed it between Ken’s wrist and Bruce’s tiny patch of pubic hair. I could only grab the top of Bruce’s cock. Ken had grabbed the rest of it….his hairy forearm and arm muscles rippling with power and lust for Bruce. We both pumped the big slab of beef we had in our hands. Ken was multi-tasking with ease…something, once again, that he and Bruce must have done frequently. “Yeah Kenny boy, you should have no problem finding this Superman’s hard cock. After all, it takes up the whole damn short! Fuck, my whole body is one big hard-muscled cock!” Bruce announced.
�Squeeze it. Hard. Harder. I could put this thing through a brick if I wanted too. It�s my personal steel bar. Hey, Tim, don�t be shy. There�s room, plenty of cock, balls and hair to play with. Grab the top of my monster and give it a squeeze � all you got � you can�t possibly hurt me. That�s what we super heavy-weights get off on. Awww�god that feels good. That�s what I call real high class worshipping, guys,� said Bruce breathlessly. Fuck, I loved their graphic muscle-talk.
Then Bruce pulled back. He saw some disappointment on Ken’s face and mine. “Don’t worry my little pigs. Ken is gonna give us something to remember…aren’t you Ken?” said Bruce emphatically.
Ken’s short-sleeved t-shirt looked very old and flimsy on his huge body, even though he said he picked it out especially for today. I could only imagine why he picked out that shirt. His chest hair just blossomed out from the top of his chest, where the “v” was in the shirt. His arm hair was clearly visible, though certainly not covering up the vascularity of his big guns. He placed himself right in front of Bruce and me. I knew what was going to happen…my same fantasy come true, again.
This time, Bruce grabbed only the center of the shirt and with a twist and a big yank, it split right down Ken’s back. Bruce yanked it off him easily and over Ken’s arms without breaking a sweat. Ken said, “God, when you or any other muscle god yanks my shirt off like that, I get so damned turned on. My cock gets rock hard from you using your strength that way. I know for a lot of guys, that taking my shirt off, no matter how they do it, is an act of pure sex, too.”
Ken gave us a few extraordinary poses, each emphasizing the power and strength in his own marbled body. He powered into a rear lat pose that blew both of our minds. Bruce made a low whistle at that pose. I just leaned in and felt his whole back of exploded muscles with my hands…felt him slowly, all over, while he flexed and crunched his amazing back. It was like he had thick squirming pythons in a bag. It was especially cool to get my fingers tangled up in his back hair.
With that, Ken, this hairy, massively muscled, and vascular beast, turned around and again faced both Bruce and I. He was the embodiment of a super hyper-masculine body builder…reeking of sex and sexual energy. He could never turn it off, never. He looked at us intently for a moment and turned to the side, clasped his hands, extended his already striated arms, and pulled them back into a side chest pose -- while thrusting out his hairy pecs with a huge intake of breath.
I didn’t know where to look or where to go first. His huge bicep, tricep, and forearm, and all his veins, covered with a light dusting of hair, looked like they were going to explode out of his skin. The side pose accentuated their massiveness even more. Then his pecs. Their shelf was even more pronounced then I had seen before. His big dark hairy nipples actually pointed down now, as opposed to sticking out earlier that morning. The hair – the hair made him really look like a beast…a very sexy and powerful beast.
In a flash I switched places with Bruce and pushed my face into Ken’s hairy pec crevasse. I couldn’t believe how far I had to go in to get my nose squished up against Ken’s hair and chest cave. I nuzzled and pushed hard. Licking chest hair is an awesome experience. He gave off a natural smell of manhood that got me even harder. I gathered hairs in my mouth and between my teeth and pulled. “Harder, Tim, harder,” Ken demanded. In the meantime, I had my arms and hands wrapped around his huge torso as far as I could get. I kept muscling and pulling his hugely muscled body into me.
I pulled his hair so hard I thought I’d pull his hair right out of his chest. “Worship these mother-fucking man tits. I’m the only muscle god that can satisfy your deepest muscle-worshipping desires. Dig around and explore. Feel the heat, the hair, and my hardness,” commanded Ken. He was right. I’d been with a lot of muscle gods, most especially Bruce, but none had ever had so much defined muscled beef, vascularity, and hair at the same time.
In the meantime, Bruce had not been standing idly by. He had gone after Ken’s flexed arm and was massaging and squeezing it as hard as he could. Though his own arms powered up and exploded while he did this to Ken, Ken’s arms did not budge. “Kenny boy, you have become a real muscle freak. God, between all those years power-lifting and now your workouts, you truly have become a muscle god…in the senior ranks no less. You’re getting me all turned on. I like it when I get hard as rock from feeling up your hard muscles. I want to power fuck the hell out of you and your hard-as-hell muscles, or some other lucky body builder,” said Bruce earnestly. “You’re a gorgeous and extremely powerful walking sex and fuck machine,” Bruce added. He really did admire how Ken had built himself up to be so big, massive and sexy, even though he considered himself “senior” to Ken.
Fun in the Buff
�Okay, guys, now that we are through the preliminaries, let�s let it all hang out,� Bruce commanded. �Kenny, how would you like Tim, here, to help you out of your shorts?� asked Bruce. �Oh yeah, I had a hell of a time getting them up and over my quads. Tim, do you really think you have the strength to pull them off of these masses of meat?� inquired Ken with a big grin on his face. �Fuck yes,� I said. �I�m an expert and I offer additional pleasure for you while I do it.� I was fondling his right hard tit and hard cock at the same time. �Tim, sounds like you�re the man for the job. Have at it,� Ken said with encouragement.
With the hulk of Bruce standing next to me, watching very intently, I got down on my knees right in front of Ken’s huge basket and extended cock. Damn, his shorts looked like they were sprayed on. However, the first thing I did was to clasp my hands around his tight ass for leverage and jam my face into his basket. I licked the bulges from his balls ferociously, trying to push his big balls around with my face. They were unmovable. But that was cool. I got to push on them hard and lick the fabric. ‘Yeah, man. You know what a muscleman like me gets off on. Worship my power and my sex. Feel my unlimited strength…the source of my incomparable sexual and muscular power,” exclaimed Ken. Then I moved down to push and lick the fabric covering his now hard cock. Like Bruce, he was so big he was almost sticking out of the bottom of his shorts.
Bruce had moved around and stood behind Ken, real close. His hands were slowly and with deep sensuality, exploring Ken’s bulging, hairy, and vascular deltoids, arms, traps, chest, and back. Ken was swooning from the combined unrelenting effect of Bruce’s very erotic exploration and my working on his package to get his shorts off. My imagination flashed on what a great muscle-worshipping video we could make together.
�He�s ready. Take �em off now,� Bruce commanded from behind. I went up to the top button and unbuttoned Ken�s shorts. The early spread of the shorts revealed some more hair, thick like the hair on his chest. I pulled on the tab, slowly, and pulled down the zipper. Even more hair popped out, together with the base of his hard cock closest to his big ball sack. I wanted to dominate Ken. Tease him. Tease him with the expectation of his cock being released from its cloth bondage. I was succeeding.
�Oh god�I love it when guys know how to make this step agonizingly slow. It�s like slow and deep sex, or a slow and deliberate posing routine that gets everybody hard,� said Ken. �You still with us Tim or does the cat have your tongue?� asked Bruce. �Shit, yes I am. Ken you are an extraordinary muscle god. I love to see and feel all your muscles, hair, and your huge cock. Stripping you like this is an honor,� I said sincerely. �Thanks, Tim, you know how to give muscle gods the honor that they deserve. You are a good boy,� Ken added. �And, you know what I like.�
While Bruce continued his deeply erotic and sensual exploring of Ken’s muscles, I decided to use both hands and pull down on each of the short’s legs, one at a time, as far as it could go. Fortunately, Ken was not flexing his quads. Had he been doing that, the task would have been impossible. I grabbed one leg from behind and in front and just pulled downward as hard as I could. It worked! His monster muscular cock, stiff and hard, popped right out, standing tall and proud. He almost hit me in the face with it. Not that I would have minded that, not at all. I went for the monster cock with a two handed grab and moved his cock-head into my mouth. His pre-cum juices were already flowing and I just lapped them up. “Shit, shit, shit….Tim…god that feels so good…your mouth is so tight, warm and so wet,” muttered Ken.
I started to go down further on this monster but could only go so far. Between its length and its huge girth I had only so much room in my mouth. I sucked and twirled my tongue around him as much as I could. Because he was so big my teeth were already dragging on his cock skin. He was gyrating and trying to fuck my mouth even more.
While he was in me, I reached over and pulled down the other leg. Fortunately, it came easily. Then, without leaving my mouth, he stepped out the shorts completely. It’s like we had performed some kind of circus act with him staying in my mouth, all to keep him satisfied. That was my goal.
I sucked and teethed some more. And I pulled him in closer to me each time he paused at shoving himself into me. We were a team. I was getting the cock of a Superman and he was getting off sticking it into my tight wet mouth. In a sense, we were both dominating each other. “You are really good, Tim. A lot of guys get very intimidated by my size and all this meat.” He paused and shoved into me, hard. “They get discouraged or don’t want to take it. You’re something else. Bruce was right, you really are an expert!” He said this with a lot of sincerity. I was very pleased.
Bruce Is Next
Bruce, being the “commander in chief” that he is, said emphatically and with some urgency, “Okay, my little buddy, I’m next in line.” It sounded to me like he might have been a bit jealous. That made me feel good.
With his cock still proudly standing at attention, Ken went behind Bruce to give him the same muscle-worshipping erotic massage that Bruce had given Ken. “Don’t try to stick that monster up my ass, yet,” said Bruce with a grin. “Don’t worry, Bruce, I’ll just hover around your tight ass crack and poke you with my steel bar from time to time,” said Ken with a laugh.
In the meantime, I was back down on my knees. Only this time I was in front of Bruce, my personal muscle god and personal Superman. His tight, very short, red shorts just exuded sex appeal. His basket, with his big cock bulging out of his pant leg, was the center of attention and framed by some absolutely massive and marbled quads. Ken had already started worshipping Bruce’s equally massive upper body and arms. “Oh Kenny boy…you got my number now,” sighed Bruce, gratefully. “Just keep moving those big hairy hands of yours all over me. Feel these monster muscles. I’m flexing each one for you. One at a time. Feel their extreme power. Feel them fucking the daylights out of you. Give in to my hardness. Make me feel like you really appreciate what your daddy does for you.” He said all that with extreme passion.
As I listened excitedly to this muscle talk, I went to Bruce’s top button and slowly let it go free. Again, this kind of work with my men always has cock-hardening sexual overtones. And they really get into it. His shorts actually had four buttons going down the center, holding all of his mass in. On to undoing the second button and a little more of his waist is revealed.
I’m always amazed at how he, Ken, and a lot of other muscle gods can have such huge upper bodies and quads and such small waists. That combination is such a statement of power, strength and sexuality. It’s like their sexuality and masculinity is focused at their navel. The unbuttoning of the third button reveals the top of his carefully shaved black public hair. I pull on a few hairs and smile up at Bruce. He smiles back and says “Yes, I definitely know you’re there little buddy. I’m you’re Superman and my massive power is in your hands.”
When the fourth button is undone, the flaps pull free even more. Lots more sexy black hair to be teased. And, the top of his thick cock shows itself. Rather then just pull his pants down, I reach in and push my hand down beside his hardening cock. There isn’t a lot of room so I’m sort of sandwiched in between his cock and the tight fabric. That is just what I want…feeling trapped…feeling powerless over my muscle-god’s hard sex…feeling at one with a thick, warm, hard cock muscle. I pause and he doesn’t move. I squeeze as best I can and he lets out a deep groan. We really are one.
After some savoring of the moment, I pull my hand out and proceed to pull his right pant leg down. The moment that that happens, his big thick cock, a little longer then Ken’s, snaps out from the flimsy cloth. It has a big arc on it and stands pointing up to the sky. I start immediately to lick it, from the head, around the ridge and piss slit, and down the shaft. The funky smell turns me on. “Take me. Take my engorged monster,” Bruce commands in an imploring voice. I have to straighten up pretty tall, still on my knees, to get at his head at the top of the arc. I open my mouth as wide as I can and he pushes into me, right to the back of my throat. I clamp down, at least as much as I can, which really isn’t too much given his width, and start to suck and pump.
Like Ken before him, Bruce is getting worshipped by Ken as Ken’s hairy hands passionately and powerfully maul Bruce’s flexing muscles. And I am letting him know that I worship him, his hyper-masculinity, and his cock and balls. He’s getting a “two-fur”.
While he’s in my mouth, he steps out of his shorts. We had the same acrobatics as Ken and I did.
I pull off his cock and look up to him with adoring eyes. “Bruce, you are astounding. So masculine. So strong. So built. So massive. So powerful. So hung. I wish I weren’t running out of words to describe what it means to be with you,” I said plaintively. “I know, little buddy, I know. I am Superman. I’m here to take you to muscle-worshipping heights and really get you turned on…just like you do for me. I appreciate that,” he said with sincerity. What a man!
Three-way Cock Play
�Okay, little buddy, time for you to get like us�naked as a jay-bird,� instructed Bruce. I started slow mainly because I was intimidated � in fact, quite a bit. I was looking at these huge, tall, handsome and massively built muscle gods, with their hard enormous cocks sticking straight out and waving back and forth. Two of them, not one. So much more than having Bruce alone to myself. And, here I am. A guy with an average build and an average cock. What I did know is that I could get hard in an instant and stay hard for quite a while. I could also have a lot of orgasms in a 24 hour period. I was pretty proud of that.
In addition to being intimidated, I was also pretty damn excited. I’ve never known any other guy, like me, who had the undivided attention of such spectacular hyper-masculine like Ken and Bruce. Again, these moments exist mostly in guys’ fantasies. In fantasies that they write or read about and then repeatedly masturbate themselves to death. Fantasies that they wish would come true. And, here I am, living it real time. I talked myself out of my intimidation and, to Ken and Bruce’s encouraging cheers, took off everything, including my shoes. I was just like them now. Hard as hell, my cock stuck out proudly. I even waved it back and forth like they’d been doing. Damn, that was pretty aggressive or, at least, manly, on my part. I felt ready for whatever was next.
�Let�s start by using these mirrors and doing some poses for Tim. That way we can see what we bring to the table of super heavyweight muscle-gods. And, most important, I�m sure it will turn us on, especially Tim,� suggested Bruce. �Works for me. I�ve been itching to strut my stuff�always try to do that at least once a day, with or without and audience. I have to with all this testosterone flowing. And, doing this with you and Tim is damn special,� commented Ken.
�I�ll be in charge of feeling you both up�admiring and adoring you�.feeling your flexed muscles�telling you how fabulous you look�man-handling your hard cock, and generally being a muscle-god cheerleader,� I said. �Sounds like you�ve found your calling this morning, Tim,� said Bruce. �We aim to please,� added Ken. �That is, we aim to please you and each other.� Ken said this with a wistful look at the massive Bruce as Bruce seductively wagged his big cock back and forth. It was very cool to see these two in the mirrors, positioning and posing right next to each other � proudly waving their big cocks back and forth. They truly lusted after each other, at least as much as I lusted after them.
�Double biceps� I barked. Up went their huge arms. �Flex them...flex them hard. Make those biceps pop and split. I want to see all your veins explode.� I was in to it and so were they, big time. As they continued to pump, I walked over to Ken and lovingly worshipped all of his incredible right arm. Keep in mind they were only two feet apart. I could see a little sweat on Ken�s forehead. Good. That means he�s really working at it. Bruce turned his head and gave his biceps a long, signature lick and smiled back at me.
I came over to Bruce and gave it a slow lick of my own and felt it with both of my hands. Incredibly hard and incredibly massive. Ken dropped his arms, shook them out, and then hit the pose again, only pumping up harder this time. I walked a few steps back over and grabbed his cock with both of my hands. He leaned into me and told me to squeeze it with one hand and squeeze one of his biceps with the my other hand. Awesome. I felt like there was a mystical relationship between his hard cock and his big hard bicep. When one gets hard, the other gets hard. When one gets flexed, the other gets flexed. When one gets big, the other gets big. He groaned and told me “Yes, yes, yes….” Now, I had him.
�Most muscular.� Saying this got my juices going. My hard straight cock started throbbing at the thought. I stood back and watched these two behemoths arrange themselves, and then pump and flex themselves into a mind-boggling map of total body bulging muscles, veins, and tendons. The traps on these guys were to die for. They both started moving side to side to see themselves in the mirror and show it all to me. And, of course, their big cocks were standing straight out. The size of their cock heads � their ridged crowns was unbelievable. They could tear a guy�s ass to shreds. What a scene of sex and muscle. Now this is what body-building competitions should look like.
I went over and squeezed Bruce’s humongous and vein-ridden traps. Hard as rocks…rocks with striations and crevasses. He just smiled through his barely noticeable grimace as I attempted another squeeze. I brought my hands down and rubbed his cut and striated deltoids, the vein running to his biceps, his biceps, and down to his very vascular forearm. My cock hit his cock during this. It was like there was another electrical charge between us.
When I moved back over to Ken, I was just tall enough to reach his hard cock, pull it down, stick my hard cock next to it, and squeeze them both together. Holy mother of god, I’d fantasized about doing that for years. I was in ecstasy. To feel the hardness and warmth of his big monster cock crushed into my cock was like getting my own personal shot of testosterone.
I was in love with the idea of me cock-fucking a muscle god’s huge cock. The heat transfer between our cocks and into my hand made me feel powerful in more ways than one. And, to be surrounded by all that beautiful hair. By his big grin, I could tell he was getting off on it, too. But he couldn’t talk since he was still doing the most muscular flex. We didn’t need words, that’s for sure.
�Break,� I said. The two of them dropped their poses, shook themselves out, and got themselves ready for the next round. �Tim, my man, you know what I crave�and you deliver,� commented Ken. �Thanks. You and Bruce are so totally inspiring for me. You are helping make my dreams come true,� I explained enthusiastically. �I told the both of you that you�d want to get it on with each other. I knew it. I knew it would be worth it,� said Bruce proudly.
Unexpectedly, Ken moved over right in front of me. Looked me straight in my eyes and his huge hairy hand grabbed my own hard cock and he squeezed hard. He didn’t say a word. Neither did I. Then he took his other big paw and started fondling my balls and squeezing them, too. I thought I was gonna die of total erotic pleasure. This big handsome muscle-god was working me over in a way I had never imagined. He knew all the special sensitive spots on a man. He just looked at me, with a glint in his eyes, knowing full well that he was taking me to my limit. He loved it. And, god, I loved it. Just the idea of his big hand completely engulfing, surrounding, and squeezing my hard cock was unbelievable.
He slowly pulled back, giving me one final squeeze of my cock and balls. I calmed down after a moment or two. “Ok. Abdominal, quad, and hands behind the head pose,” I barked once more. I was back “in charge”. Wasn’t sure if I’d used the right words but I knew they’d know what I meant. It took a bit for each of them to arrange their position, adjust it, and take in a big breath. And with that breath they both exploded, once again, into an awe inspiring picture of striated muscled perfection and erotic symmetry. Fuck, both their V-shapes were unheard of among even the most successful body-builders. They just exuded power and animal sexuality.
Like before, Ken’s quads, his abdominal slabs and ridges, obliques, and arms were chiseled – just like he is at a major competition. His hair added to his beauty and didn’t block any aspect of his musculature. I went over, rubbed my hands all over his abdominals and said, “You, too, are my muscle god. You are so handsome and so built. You make men cry with envy and lust. You are on your way to muscle stardom.” “Yeah, Tim, I know. Thanks for the encouragement, especially from someone that appreciates massive muscles like mine,” Ken acknowledged. I grabbed and squeezed his warm, steel-hard, big cock and he just gave me a shit-eating grin back.
Bruce, still holding his pose, now had some sweat on his forehead. I used both hands to go up and down his entire body – head to toe – telling him what an extraordinary muscle god he was. Telling him how thrilled I was that he was my Superman. Telling him he looked so handsome and so sexy with his big cock sticking out so far into the air. He let out some quiet moans and groans as I felt him up and talked muscle talk to him.
I imagined putting him into a Superman suit and cape so all his muscles could bulge, especially his huge package. God, we could set up some rescue role-play scenarios that could take us both to orgasm very fast – and make the audience squirm in their seats with lust and desire. He’d make some of these Hollywood Supermen look like twinks. I’d love to be rescued by him.
�Break,� I announced. And they dropped their poses and let themselves breathe more freely. �Standard relaxed stage pose,� I quickly added. And the two of them instantly widened their stance, took in a breath, pulled their huge shoulders back, spread their humungous lats, and let their massive arms drape down. All of this, still sporting hard cocks that wouldn�t stop sticking out. Now that�s what a group standard pose comparison should look like in judging, I said to myself.
Things Start to Get Hotter
�Now let Ken and I show you a few other things, Tim,� said Bruce with a very low, slow, sexy voice. Cocks still hard, Bruce walked over to Ken and wrapped his arms around him and gave him a powerfully muscled bear-hug. Ken, in turn, wrapped his arms around Bruce and reciprocated � his muscles exploding as well. They were so close that their hard cocks didn�t have anywhere to go but out to the same side of their muscle-sandwiched bodies. And, they crossed cocks, too.
I was stunned at the beauty of this passionate embrace of mutual muscle….at the beauty of these very handsome muscle gods exchanging a heart-felt power hug…at their hard crossed cocks finding room off to the side of their muscle embrace. “Tim, come on over here and feel what we are feeling,” instructed Bruce. I hesitated because it looked too personal and I shouldn’t interfere. “Don’t be shy. We want to share this moment with you,” Bruce added.
As they continued to hug each other, keeping their bodies pressed up against the other, gyrating and pounding their muscles into each other, I came over and put my arms around each of their lower backs just above their bubble butts. They both let out a deep sigh. I massaged their bulging back muscles and my cock got even harder. In a sort of miracle, my cock reached both of their cocks and we touched. And touched again. Once again, it was as if there was an electric charge between us.
I did some exploring of their cocks by moving my cock around theirs. What a turn on. I knelt down and lovingly caressed each cock head with my tongue, moving back and forth. I paid special attention to caressing their thick ridges – ridges that both of them had in spades. They kept jamming their cocks at me, competing for my tongue and mouth to dive into their piss slits. At the same time, my hands found their respective butt cracks and I rubbed the outside of their big dark butt holes. Their groaning was passionate and unintelligible. But it sure as shit was heavy-duty muscle talk. They were loving fucking each other’s bodies….making muscle-god love to each other. They squeezed, moaned, nuzzled, and kissed passionately.
Then, in an amazing act of love, they opened up the space between their bodies and, with their thick arms, brought me into the middle of them. With me right in between their massive sets of rippling muscle, they closed their huge and tall bodies in on me and squeezed. God, I truly was in a muscle sandwich. I loved feeling Ken’s hair up against my body. They whispered to me how much they appreciated that I appreciated them. That they loved that they could be themselves with me and with each other. That they loved to get off with each other and with me. What a special moment. I was almost in tears.
They weren’t done yet. Bruce told me to lean back into his arms. As I did that, Ken went down to my legs and lifted them up. I was in the air. Bruce came around to my side, as did Ken, and they both spread their arms so they could hold me and cradle me – very close in -- one muscle beast on each side of me. They moved in even closer. I felt so safe, so loved, so appreciated. My arms grabbed their ass muscles, on the top of their bubble butts, so I could steady myself and relax into their arms even more.
They kept me low enough so their still hard cocks rested on my lower abdominals. What a feeling it was. What a sight. Then to my surprise, they both stepped back and started to toss me back and forth. Each telling me to relax and enjoy being held, tossed, caught, tossed again, caught, and tossed again and again. The sense weightlessness was profound for me. Of course, I couldn’t stop focusing on how their arm and chest muscles expanded with each toss and then relaxed. I was their play thing. I was their rag doll. My weight was just nothing to these huge muscle-gods. They had all the power they needed to let me know how powerless I was, yet they also were letting me know how much they cared for me.
It was a hell of a turn on to see how they tried to keep their cocks out of the way of my flying body. I never had any doubt that I would be caught. I was being cradled by the supreme strength and power of two tall, massively muscular, and exceedingly handsome, Supermen – one covered in beautiful hair. I kept telling myself that this was all very real, well beyond any of my Superman fantasies that I had had since a kid. And, this moment didn’t even come close to all the internet stories I’d downloaded about muscle-worshipping over the years.
We Move into the Bedroom
They both carried me back to the bedroom, keeping my body tightly squeezed next to each of theirs. I was gently put right in the middle of Bruce’s king-size bed. Bruce laid down on one side of me, facing into me close in, with his cock hard as hell. Ken laid down on the other side, facing into me and close in, as well. Of course, he was hard, too. Oh god, their hot breaths on either side of my face, right into my ears, almost sent me over the edge. Both reached over – from below -- from between the bed and their own bodies, and wrapped their huge powerful hands around my hard cock, overlapping each other, and squeezed me, and squeezed me again. I started throbbing my cock and kept throbbing it. “Yeah, man, your cock is like steel, too. Feel our combined strength and power wrapped like metal vices around your own monster,” murmured Bruce into my ear. “Let that pre-cum flow…yeah…we’re bringing your warm slippery pre-cum up to the surface. It’ll grease our combined pumping of you into muscle heaven,” added Ken, speaking very softly into my other ear.
Like I was in a dream I, in turn, grabbed each of their hard cocks, one in each of my hands, and squeezed each of them, hard, real hard. “Yeah, little buddy, yeah. I bet it feels really good to have both of our big, thick, hard as steel man-cocks in your hands at the same time,” whispered Bruce. “Yeah, you can drive us like transmission sticks,” he added. “Let your fingers feel our combined hardness, size and warmth,” Ken encouraged. Then they both, like on a silent signal, swung over their other hands right on top each of mine – totally enveloping my puny hands -- while I squeezed the fuck out of their own manhoods. “Feel what it’s like to hold our hard sex in your hands and pump us both hard. With your help, we’re gonna explode all over each other,” Ken whispered in my other ear.
�How does it feel to have our big, thick and muscular hands wrapped around your hardness? It�s like we�re infusing you with our power, our strength, our testosterone, our masculinity,� suggested Bruce seductively. �Soak it all in little buddy. Soak in our hardness, masculinity, and strength that is in each of your hands. Soak in our surge of power from our hands into your cock and balls,� he added passionately. �That�s what we�re here for, for you. It�s one way for us to thank you for being such a passionate worshipper of our massive muscles and for helping us fulfill our own deepest fantasies,� said Ken with more sincerity.
It was like that was the last word. In an astounding and mind-boggling masturbation choreography, I started squeezing and pumping both of them as hard as I could. I could feel each of their huge hands squeeze – nearly crush -- each of my hands, demanding more pumping and squeezing of their granite cocks from me. Their pre-cum was gushing – almost like they were cumming.
At the same time, they both had their other hands, pumping my own hard cock, squeezing me, damn near twisting my cock-head off, and generally mauling my man-hood with their tremendous combined force and stamina. God, Ken’s hairy hands and hairy knuckles was heaven sent – what a man’s man! Yep, my cum was definitely greasing the skids.
It was all I could do to let every move they made and every move I made, completely sink into my awareness and consciousness…deeply…letting my mind and body just let go…so I could feel every pump and squeeze I was giving each of them and for me to feel every pump and squeeze they were giving me. When I periodically opened my eyes, I saw these huge bodies, huge veiny arms, and very big hands working my cock over and, at the same time, enveloping my hands as I pumped each of them as hard as I could. We were truly in a choreography of three-way jacking-off man sex.
To top it all off they, once again, almost on a silent signal, each amped up the soft whispering in my ears with muscle-talk that was soul-stirring beyond description. They both knew how much I loved their muscle talk – about their massive and cut muscles; their power and incredible strength; explosive flexing; getting really hard – cock and body at the same time; bulging posers and shorts; pumping swollen cocks; fucking pec and arm muscles; being one with two passionate and uninhibited muscle-gods; being serviced by both – meeting my deepest desires; and servicing both of them to their deepest desires; sweat dripping; bending and rebending steel rebar; bone-rattling blow-jobs while posing; being surrounded and encased by hard, vein-covered flexing muscle; and mutual pumping and squeezing on the way to mind-fucking orgasms. And they whispered muscle-talk on and on, as the three of us started to build to three deep explosions of cum.
Ken was the first to start screaming expletives, tighten his already very tense body, and start thrusting his hips up hard so I started pumping him even harder and faster. “Fuck…fuck….god your hand is so much better than any pussy…oh, fuck…god…I wanna squeeze your hand around my cock until your hand breaks…” With every last fiber in my body, I squeezed him even harder. “I’m cummin’……oh…..god….yes, yes, yes….oh shit…..yes…..” Ken screamed. I’ve never seen any guy tense his body so hard that he became totally rigid. But that’s exactly what Ken did as four big volleys of cum blasted out between my fingers and his fingers that were covering mine. Shit, his eruptions matched his flexing and reflexing of his entire body – all his muscles. Everything. His hair was soaked – all over his pumped body.
At the same time he completely took over pumping my cock, muscling Bruce right out of pumping me. The mild pain from his very tight squeezing and non-stop pumping was actually a pleasurable pain. I had to take all this in at the same time – his explosions and body flexing and reflexing, and his manhandling of my own cock. Thank god I had a lot of pre-cum, otherwise I would have been rubbed raw without lube.
From Ken’s domination and mauling of my cock, I thought I was next to explode. Not yet. We made some minor changes to this amazing jerk-off choreography. Bruce grabbed my cock out of Ken’s hand and started to pump me and himself with another. I put one hand on top of Bruce’s huge hand that was pumping my cock and one hand underneath his other huge hand that was completely in charge of his own jacking off. He was using an enormous amount of strength and pressure to force my hand to pump and squeeze him harder and harder. “Oh fuck…oh fuck….I am so god-damn strong….so powerful….shit…I bend steel bars around my hard cock…” Bruce wasn’t exaggerating. He was loving telling us and himself, of course, what a muscle-god he is.
�No offense but I gotta do this myself, little buddy,� announced Bruce. With that I pulled my hand out from underneath his. He spit into his right hand and went back down to beating and pumping the shit out of his monster. I�ve never seen a cock so red, so big and thick, so veiny, and so ripped with its own muscles. �Okay you guys, climb over and get on either side of me. Now!� demanded Bruce. Ken and I both jumped as fast as we could. Ken was very fast for someone his size. We knew what to do.
Our hands started to rub, push, massage and caress as many muscles as we could reach. He was flexing everything non-stop. Into each of his ears we began our own versions soft whisperings of muscle talk to our god. He continued to pump himself like there was no tomorrow. In no particular order but in all sorts of variations we told him: Bruce, you are my invincible Superman; you are the strongest bodybuilder of all time; you are the world’s premier example of hyper-masculine supermale; you have the massive and unlimited power of Hercules incarnate; you make men weak in the knees and cum on command; we love making love to your flexed muscles with our relentless groping; you have mass and striations that are meant to be licked and fucked; you are sex on two legs in your posers and shorts; your cock is the biggest and baddest in the country; you have more sexual power and energy then ten men; you’ll make the Mr. Olympia competitors look like whimps; you get your competitors hard and judges even harder when you pose and bulge; you are the epitome of the alpha male; and you are so fucking handsome…
�Fuck, yeah, that�s what I want to hear�.that�s the game guys�that�s what it means to be me�.I love it�.god�I get so hard, it feels like I could punch a hole in cement,� he exclaimed proudly.
We kept up the muscle talk and within moments he arched his back, let loose with deep screams of expletives and, pumping even harder, shot six huge loads of cum high up into the air. It landed all over us. I’d never seen a guy have his cum be such a projectile. But, again, Bruce wasn’t just “any guy”. He was completely out of breath, breathing really hard, and had a big satisfied grin on his face. Both Ken and I knew we had done good by our god, our alpha monster.
All of us were exhausted. Bruce shoved each of his huge arms under our heads and pulled us into him, tight, real tight. “Thanks guys…god…I don’t remember having an orgasm like that…at least not in a long time….no offense, to either of you,” he added apologetically. I let my hands wander over, up, and around his masses of muscle. I couldn’t stop squeezing Bruce, any where and every where. Ken met me part way, grabbed my hand, and gave me a tight squeeze himself – with his thick hairy paw. God, he was such a nice guy, in addition to everything else.
Unlimited Possibilities
�Well, there is one important thing to take care of, right Tim?� inquired Bruce with a grin. �Oh, yeah, fuck, I got so involved with the two of you I forgot that I still wanted to get off. See, that�s what muscle men like you can do to a certified muscle-worshipping guy like me,� I said with some embarrassment. I couldn�t believe I�d literally �forgotten� how hard I had been and for so long.
�Okay, Tim, that�s why we�re here. What can we do with you that will give you an orgasm that you�ll never forget?� asked Ken in his typical sincere fashion. �Think about it. No rush. We�ll just lie here together and rest a little,� added Bruce supportively.
�Oh, fuck, after what we have just been doing, I can�t imagine much more,� I said with a tone of thankfulness. �Though, I gotta admit, there are a few ideas that have been floating around in my mind today,� I confused. I was feeling like I might be expecting too much from them. �Okay, guy, tell us what they are. You know you don�t need to be shy,� Bruce commented. �Well, I�m just gonna spill them out and we can decide. I�d love to be in the showers with you two and have Ken use me as a wash cloth with me rubbing my hard cock up and down his hairy abs�feeling his incredible strength and stamina in holding me up.
In or out of the showers, I’d like to see if I could take your cock, Bruce, up my ass…and have you fuck the hell out of me while you held me up with your massive arms around my chest, and told me all about how strong and powerful you are. God, it would something else for Ken to be giving me a deep and powerful blow job -- at the same time -- with me feeling and mauling his hairy shoulders and traps. Oh yeah, I’d want to feel your exploding muscles while one of you bent the rebar some more, and the other gave me a muscle-god blow job.
I could also just stay on this bed in the middle of you two while you wrapped your big hands around my cock again and teased me into a slow build, a slow down, then another build, to the point that I could do nothing but explode as hard as I could. I’d want you both to be talking muscle talk into my ear all during that, too. I’d be feeling up your muscles as you flexed each one for me. “Are those enough ideas or do you want more?” I asked feeling very self-conscious and like I was presuming too much. “Those are great…but I know you’re not done by a long shot. Keep going. What else?” Bruce demanded.
�I think it is so cool that you, Ken, are a former super-heavyweight power-lifter. I�m wondering if you would be able to do one of those over your head presses and press me above your head?� I asked a little hesitatingly. �Wonder, you say wonder? Tim, my friend, I have raised hundreds of pounds over my head at the same time and set world records doing it. I still do it for kicks. Of course, man, of course I could press you over my head without any problem,� he said both confidently and with a bit of attitude. And, I also had something else in mind, too.
�What would really be mind-blowing for me is if we did this naked and you pressed me up and down as many times as you could. And, each time you slowly brought your arms part way down, you licked and sucked my hard cock, then slowly pressed me back up. What would really get me going is you giving me a blow job while you held me up like that. God knows you�ve got an enormous amount of strength in your arms and I sure do love strongmen showing me how strong they are.� Now, I was on a roll. �Actually, had a heavy-weight bodybuilder client a few months ago, a lot heavier than you, want the same thing. It was great for him, and a huge arm and body pump for me,� explained Ken. �I got real hard making him hard, lifting him up and down, and sucking the fuck out of his hard cock,� he added enthusiastically. He got so excited that he had two more orgasms just feeling up my flexed muscles while I gave him my competition posing routine.
�Could I feel up your arms, delts and upper body while you pumped me up and down?� I asked this knowing the answer. �Shit, yes, feel me up all you want. Hell, my arms and my whole torso are in a constant state of flex when I do that kind of lifting. Hey, Bruce good buddy, I have an idea, too. You can get into the act by caressing, punching, and pummeling my hard muscles and worshipping a superheavyweight power-lifter. Wadaya� think, man?� Ken knew his mentor well. �Damn, all that sounds really hot. I always like to get real hot feeling your mass and incredible strength when you lift weights. That sure goes for lifting Tim and sucking him dry at the same time,� Bruce said with a lot of excitement.
�Okay, Tim. Put that on the list. What else, little buddy, what else,� can we do with you that will light you like a firecracker?� asked Bruce with a demand still in his voice.
�I�d love to get you both into your smallest posers � posers that create your biggest and sexiest bulge. I want you two to have a poser bulge war�with your hands behind your head/abdominal pose�getting close into each other and trying to crush each other�only with your bulge, hard cock, and balls �.sweating, swearing, moving your bulge around for an advantage and leverage over the other bulge�each making the other hard�and jamming and pushing your bulges to turn each other on big time�pre-cum soaking your tiny fabric�
This would not be over fast. You’d have to use all your muscles to gain an advantage and work up one hell of a sweat…making sure you don’t cum first. We’d all see who would bust out first and have the first orgasm. I’d be right in the middle of the pushing and bulging, cheering you both on with my hands feeling up and pounding on your bulges and equipment, and challenging you to muscle-talk each other into an orgasmic submission. I’d masturbate myself at the same time and cum right onto your wet posers. Wow, I don’t know where that idea came from but I like it,” I exclaimed excitedly.
�That last one sounds like a hell of a good challenge for the two of us. We�re well matched to for a �bulge war to the finish,� Bruce joined in. �Yeah, fuck, I�d like to see the two of us battle it out in our sexiest, tiniest, and most reveling posers. Hell, Bruce, that�s one test of strength we�ve never tried. I love it.� Ken was definitely into this. �You sure your masturbating yourself is good enough, Tim?� asked Bruce. �Oh shit, yes. Just to be with you two muscle-gods pounding each other�s dripping posers � and me doing the same -- is another die and go to heaven experience for me�for sure. Maybe we can try some of those other ideas a little later, eh?� I asked hopefully. �No sweat, man. We�re all about doing mind-blowing muscle-god stuff to and for each other,� Bruce stated emphatically.
�Okay, Ken, let�s each go pick out that one poser that will really get the juices going for all three of us,� instructed Bruce. �Tim, little buddy, we�re gonna blow your ever-lovin� fuckin� mind with this. That�s a promise from me, your main muscle-god� he added, his voice dripping with sex.
Damn, I was one excited muscle-worshipper, and incredibly grateful for having Ken and Bruce in my life right now.
Part IV to follow – sometime ;)
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