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The Bee Keeper

Bruce's Weekend Mission 3: Bruce’s Rebar And Other Mutual Turn-On’s (musc)

by msclvr

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Fuck, this muscle god of mine keeps popping up with more unbelievable surprises. I’m certainly not complaining. Given up any effort to control him. Hell, I’m not even controlling myself anymore. I never imagined such a super-heavy weight champ like Bruce could be so incredibly handsome, horny, and a really friendly stud at the same time. And jeezus, he just radiates sex and lust with his cute smile and his ripped, unbelievably massive muscles. No wonder he’s just won the NPC. He knows how to read his audience. Shit, he certainly knows how to read and please me!

I’ve waited for this moment all weekend. He’s gonna bend these rebars he brought along, at my request, of course. I get dizzy just thinking about how it will feel to stroke and lick his steel girder biceps, grip his rock-hard hanging triceps, and nuzzle a thrusting pec shelf, and massage forearms that look like they’re gonna explode through his skin. Nothing like having a muscle god like this perform cock-throbbing feats of strength in a private demonstration.

“You ready?” he hollers through the bathroom door. He told me earlier he had a little outfit he thought I “might” like. Into the bathroom he went. I think he flexed the back of his legs, glutes, and upper torso just to tease me as he strutted across the room. He has totally on demand muscle control over his entire body. The contrast between his huge bubble butt and his small waist just drives me crazy. He knows that, too.

“Ready” I holler back, feeling just a twinge of embarrassment at this little production. What is so cool about him is that he isn’t embarrassed about anything I say, do, or ask. No hesitation. No weird looks. Just big smiles of understanding and appreciation for my muscle worshipping techniques. Total connection for us. Then, invariably, he comes up with ideas to feed his lust or my lust. Either way, we both turn each other on by getting turned on and, really showing it with passion. Hell, we’re both experts at what we do.

The door opens slowly. He steps out.

“Holy fuck! Holy fuck! Holy ever lovin’ fuck!” I am dumbfounded. My man has got on a huge short-sleeved blue cop shirt, with all the badges and insignias. It’s stretched to the max over his shoulders and biceps. It’s pulling apart across his monster pecs. And, god almighty, he has shades on! What a muscle god vision! I think of Ronnie Coleman’s cop picture. And Bruce is even bigger and sexier than that! His extended pecs cause the shirt to drape way out. The front tails tantalizingly cover his huge basket. His stripped, cut, and columnar legs invite me to hump and pound the hell out of him and me, both.

He slowly puts his hands on his hips in my favorite Superman pose. The shirt rides up enough to reveal a skimpy pair of high-cut, low waist tighty-whities straining to hold in his monster equipment. Even from where I stand I can see how the leg bands are so tight, they’re making his monster thigh muscles loose some color.

“You like?” he says with wink of his eye. Then he looks down at himself and smiles.

“Oh my god. You are so fuckin’ incredible I don’t know what the fuck to say”, I stammer. “The cop shirt and shades make you look so powerful and intimidating. So handsome. So sexy, Bruce. Pete Kuzak or Ronnie Coleman would look like ordinary wanna-be’s next to you.”

“I thought you’d get off on seeing me in these whites” he says with a big grin. “These things are so different then my posers. This body of mine gives a whole new meaning to these package-carrying briefs. The white is nice contrast to my darker skin, don’t you think?”

“Bruce,” I holler, literally. “Its NOT just the whites. It’s seeing your huge muscles, cock, and balls, captured and barely contained in what any regular guy or I would wear. It’s seeing some of your sexiest muscles covered up. Sexy briefs on a built model is one thing. Putting those on a huge bodybuilder is something else, entirely. It’s one hell of an invitation to jam my hands up a leg hole and down from the band and start feeling around in there.”

“Well, that’s coming up you’ll be glad to know,” he says sounding like a big teaser.

“I like how these things ride my hip and than reach across to try to hold all of me in. Look at my ass here in these things”. He slowly turns around. At the same time, he lifts the huge shirt and its tails up over his ass. I’m fixated. I click my mental pictures of each angle of this beautiful, beautiful man. I thought thongs up the crack were sexy. Having this pristine white fabric cover, ever so gracefully, half of each of his moons of glute meat is something else altogether. He flexes his glutes and the pure white tight elastic bands bridge the crevasses in each glute. Meanwhile, his huge arms and lats are raised to keep the shirt up. His back width just stuns me. All the shirt pleats are stretched to their maximum. He’s showing me a specially built, blue, smooth, and shiny tent, tightened over undulating, mountain of contest-winning back muscle. Yep, this is definitely what helps bend rebar.

“Please, come here”. I say this pleadingly. Yet, I know I don’t have to plead with him at all. As this blue and white monster musclecop makes his way over, I get down on my knees and ready to push my face into his stunning bulging white basket. I see it already pushing through and spreading apart the shirt’s front tails.

“Go to it buddy. Make this musclecop very happy.”

I wrap my arms around his hips. Using all my muscle, I pull his huge temporarily encased basket into my face and start chewing and sucking on the white lumps. God, there are so many, I hardly know where to go next. He and his briefs smell so clean. I’m amazed at how a fresh-laundered smell just excites me no end. I hear him start moaning. I know I’m making him happy. I pull back just enough to keep buried yet take a breath. I’m a moaner, too. But right now it seems like I letting out very muffled screams. I can tell he’s starting to get hard, despite his earlier bragging about being able to control himself. Fuck, I want him to get really hard and shoot that cock up onto his hip and flex it through the pure white fabric. Since this underwear is very thin, I know I’ll be able to see all the veins and ridges, not to mention his ridged helmet.

“I’m getting big for you, little buddy. Wanna show you what Mr. Olympia muscle is really like, in the flesh. We got all afternoon.” He begins to toss his head from side to side.

I push this incredible basket around with my nose, my tongue, and my chin. “Harder, harder”, he says with a hushed, low voice. I do a wristlock with my hands for more leverage and pull him into my face even harder. Fuck, gotta be careful I don’t give myself a bloody nose. As he continues to harden, I start licking the thin white cotton covering his ever-growing spike. Then I nudge his shaft with my nose it to get it going up to his left hip. His huge hands are grinding into my hair. It feels like he’s trying to crush my skull. He pulls me into him, even more. I take a quick gasp of air and plow my lips and tongue up and down his concealed monster of hard meat. I have to keep licking my lips to keep them wet. As I start grabbing his fabric-covered rod with my mouth and teeth, his groans get much louder and longer. I slowly go up and down his cock, pushing, sucking and teething him every half inch or so. I feel like I’m falling in love with him and wonder if that is really possible, let alone desirable.

"Hey, Rob, get this,” he says. I pull my arms out from behind him and look up quickly. Just in time. He’s got his fists in front of him grabbing each side of the shirt. He looks at me to make sure I’m watching. God, nothing could ever take my attention away from his bulging and corded arms. He lets out a big growl and rips the shirt from the middle. Buttons fly everywhere. It is clear that he’s ripped a real heavy-duty cop shirt, no Wal-Mart special.

“Fuck, that always feels real good”, he says with pride. His elbows are way out to his side. His unbelievably huge arm muscles have exploded with cables, strips of meat, and veins. I’m looking up at him from down on my knees and he seems even more huge than before. His pec shelf covers half of his face from where I’m looking. His tits are sticking out. I know he’s turned on. My eyes flash back down to his snow-white briefs. His cock has jammed its way up his hip and is pushing the wet fabric away from his body. His pre-cum is clearly surpassing the wet that had just come from my mouth. The fabric, just as I knew it would, has become almost transparent. A dream come true for me.

“Okay, get up here and help me out of this god-damned shirt”. I jump up. I’m so overwhelmed by everything I just stand there not doing anything, not knowing what to do. “Yeah, I can tell you’re in muscle heaven, little buddy. Fuck, so am I. It’s not often I meet up with someone like you who really knows what to do with a real live muscle god, like me. Shit, I really do feel like Superman most of the time.”

With a struggle, especially around the arms, we get his shirt off. He’s already starting to get another pump going in his huge arms and shoulders. The cuts and veins are fucking gorgeous. He is so big and I am so small. My cock jumps at that thought. He looks himself over, too. “Alright, rebar time. Give me the middle sized one. No need to start on the small one.”

My heart jumps into a fast high-gear beats and my body feels hot and tingly. He’s really gonna bend a bar and let his equipment try to bust through his tighty-whities. Oh fuck, I can’t believe I found him.

I hurry over to the side of the room where he has three different sized bars. Each is about five feet long. Each has the raised pattern, generally found on really iron-filled bar. I lift the middle one and am amazed at how heavy just five feet feels. It is cold and hard, very hard. How the fuck is he going to do this? I hope he doesn’t fail. I have to see him do this. I decide to do whatever I can do to inspire his mountains of granite-etched muscle conquer this hard iron.

As I put the bar into his big hairy paw, I instantly get a sense that he can really do this. His huge hands and forearms say it all. I also notice that his own rebar cock is still as hard as ever, pushing and stretching the shit out of these nearly transparent white briefs. “Lemme explain something here. Unlike other so-called strongmen, I do not put a folded towel over my head and try to bend this by pulling down on it. That’s wussy. Some of these guys even have the gall to bend it by putting it on its end and pushing down on it to get the bend started. That’s just bull-shit. No, audiences should expect more than just those “World Strongest Man” contests. I aim to deliver bigger, better, and stronger.”

“What I am able to do will blow your mind, my friend. I’m gonna start here with my hands about shoulder width. I’ll power down real hard and you’ll start to see something that will get you off, especially you, so fuckin’ fast, you won’t believe it. And, no clothes covering these muscles. These muscles are built for display, not hiding. Plus, you get these sexy white transparent briefs to feel, mash, and nuzzle.”

“Put your hands on my hands. Yeah, you can feel all that fuckin’ power, can’t you. These big hands lift tons of iron and steel every week. Wait until I wrap’em around your cock in a little while. With all my muscular energy flowing through these big hands of mine, focused on your cock, you’ll go off like a rocket, again.”

I’m on sensory overload. I’m staring ahead at his huge flexed pecs. I got my small hands over just the knuckles of his incredibly masculine hands. His delts and traps are beginning to flex into their power. I look down and his thick, big cock is damn near ripping the shit out of his briefs. His corona is so thick and so pink through the fabric.

“Hang on, here we go,” he announces and takes in a couple of very deep breaths. His whole torso begins to swell up. It’s like he’s beginning to morph into the extraordinary morphs that I see on the internet. His face starts to contort as he exerts enormous power through his hands – the very hands I am holding onto. His neck starts to bulge with the muscles, cords, and veins of a truly superior specimen of homo sapiens. He’s fixated on the center of the bar that he’s holding just about at lower chest level. That’s where it’s going to bend. I know now, it will bend. It is just a question of which moment he wills his strongman contest-winning physique to finish the job.

“Fuck, fuck…whadya’ … feel …man?” It’s clear he’s asking for my worshipping services.

In a fast torrent of passion-filled words, he hears total muscle worship. “Oh, god, Bruce. You are the most powerful man, the most massively muscular man I have ever met. You are Superman. You are THE MuscleGod. Only you can bend this bar. No other fuckin’ strongman can come even close. You are built to be worshipped by me. Your muscles are so huge, so cut, and so thick. Your steel cock is like this rebar. But no one could bend your cock, even if they wanted to.” I’m pressing my hands into his hands as hard as I can, though I know it makes little difference against the bar. It is like touching the bar as a bodybuilder forces a huge amount of weight up above his chest and onto the brackets.

“Yeah, yeah…feel those big arms push down and explode in power. Feel how fuckin’ hard my forearms are. Feel those steel cables doing their work. I got a sweat goin’ now, little buddy. We’re close.” Hummmpffff….hummmpppffff…humm….humm…It sounds just like when he jacked himself off last night. Then, I had both my hands over his big and hairy right hand as he pumped furiously and brought himself to an explosion I’ll never forget.

Suddenly, he stops. I’m very confused, almost angry. The bar wasn’t even bent a little. “Here, let’s try something to finish this off right,” he says. I stare in ignorance as he drops the bar down like he’s going to do a press from a standing position. He leans over a bit and pulls the bar underneath the white pouch struggling to hold all his stuff in. It’s all cock and balls now. His cock is straight up and to the right, still oozing into the stretch of whiteness at his hip. Shit, he is one big motherfucker, everywhere.

“Get down on your knees. Grab my cock through the pissing slit and pull it out through the hole. Yeah, you gotta pull the pants way out, too. All the way. I can take it. Yeah, pull that big pig out. Now, you know what to do, don’t you.”? While your working on my steel beam, I’m going to bend this rebar up in a u around my cock and balls. Steel against steel. And guess who’s gonna win?”

I couldn’t say a thing. My mouth was already gently wrapping around his big red head. My tongue couldn’t even begin to cover his huge helmet. I just pushed in and out with my round mouth over his head the top of his shaft to start. To hang onto this huge bull, my arms found their way around to the tight upper muscles of his back legs, just below his glutes. Everything was so fuckin’ hard. I started to imagine Bruce’s gorgeous, massively built body as a big huge 6 foot plus hard muscle cock And I was a using my whole body to jack him off. I felt my own cock automatically flexing with those thoughts.

“Oh, shit. Yeah. That’s it, man. That’s it. You lick my iron bar while I work on this thing. Are you a happy camper, buddy?” I couldn’t believe he could talk during this amazing on-going explosion of muscle power.

“Oh…god…Bruce…oh….god.” And I tongue the length of his huge shaft some more. I’m really getting into this. “You are unreal in your incredible strength. You can destroy this bar. This bar is gonna get itself wrapped around your own hard cock and cum-filled balls. It will bend to your unstoppable power and will. It will pay homage to your invincible cock and balls by holding them in its bend.” The words just kept flowing. I just let myself go and said the truth about the incredible truly strongman event I was helping make happen.

“Take it down. Open up and I’m gonna give it all to you.” I opened as wide as I could and tried to relax my throat. I gripped his muscles in back to place my tension there. It worked. He started to thrust and pull in and out. And he's sweating like a shower as his huge muscles started finishing their assigned task to bend the bar around his cock and balls. Straight ahead, my eyes could only see his little bush of shaved dark pubes and his cobblestone, engraved, abs. I strained to look down.

The bar had started to bend. His big white package, with his big thick and veiny cock, was no longer just resting on the iron. They were starting to get cradled by the iron. I knew I couldn’t stop this muscle god blowjob of the century to just watch or beat by own meat. He was depending on me. I was depending on him for this feat of muscle power. By now his hands were almost at the ends of bar and pushing on the bar with unbelievably massive force. His body was shaking. His face was turning red. He sped up his pelvic thrusting into my mouth. How I was keeping my throat open is a miracle to this day. His whole body was glistening in sweat. That just made his unreal musculature stand out even more.

I started pushing my mouth back up his cock as he pulled back for another thrust. I wasn’t going to let him go. No way. No matter what. His body seemed to tighten even more when I started that. He started grunting, really loud, like a wild bull in rut with another crazed wild bull.

Then with one last huge breath, he pushed his whole torso forward, crunched down his arms into what looked like a most muscular. He stopped his pelvic thrusts into my mouth. With one last push and his arms and shoulders exploding in striations and redness, his blood-engorged muscles gave it all up. With a loud and big exhale, his knuckles touched with the defeated ends of rebar in both hands.

He just stood there panting and panting with his red and blue veined cock stuck way out and curved up against the background of beautiful white fabric. My job was just about finished, too. I pulled both hands around and grabbed his cock on either side, making a tunnel. I knew I could use my teeth on his helmet to take him to even more ecstasy, not hurt him. I did just that. Between my light touch of teeth on his upper and lower head, my swirling tongue, and my vice-like lips – he started to pump again. I looked up. His head was thrown back, as much as I could see, given his huge pecs blocked most of my view. He was still holding his hands and the rebar in the final position, like he’d hold a contest trophy. He’d won. I’d won. We’d won.

I followed his rhythm and thrusting. Kept him tight and surrounded. Teethed him like a baby.

“Fuck…fuck….fuck…oh…..shit….shit….oh…..hummm….hummm….hummm…..humm…ah….ah….ah…ahhhh” God, was he getting turned on.

“Oh yeah, milk me, milk your muscle god. Hummm….taste my power…hummm…feel my power…. Yeah…yeah…..” I always love his trash talk.

“Arggghhhhhhhhhhhh…..arghhhhhhhhhhh.”

He flexed his body, his whole body. Arched his back. And tried to drive his cock through the roof of my throat and mouth. I was holding onto his iron cock for dear life.

Then he came, and he came, and he came. I had long ago decided that, with him, I wasn’t gonna worry about swallowing. Fuck, I really couldn’t swallow much. He was exploding in waves way too fast. A lot of it dribbled out of my mouth.

I realized I was covered, not only in my own sweat, but had been showered by his. His whites were soaked. Absolutely soaked. I could even see the hair on his big balls. So manly. So sexy.

As he finally shot his last spurt, there must have been eight of them, I let my hands drop and slowly pulled my mouth over his shaft and head. I dragged my teeth along the top and bottom of his hard bar of more engorged flesh. I kept my lips tightly encircled around his engorged head. My eyes were glued on his bright red, almost purple cock. This, this was the source. His alpha and omega of all his muscle, his unquenchable sex drive, and his amazing muscle power. This made the bending happen. And, he couldn’t have done it without me.

I looked up, leaning back on my haunches, hands on my hips. I was very proud to be his partner, friend, maybe even lover. He looked back at me and threw the bar over onto the bed. He reached down and pulled me up, effortlessly of course, with his huge arms under my armpits and around my back. He squeezed me and our mouths locked. He squeezed me some more and I felt my cock jamming into his abs. Our tongues began to wrestle with each other. He won, of course. I loved the feel of his dark shadow on my face. So masculine. My arms reached around to his back. I was feeling his back muscles expand and ripple a pack of hard little animals pushing and shoving against each other. These are the moments I want to remember, forever. I reach up and try to grab his huge traps. They are so fuckin’ hard and his skin so slippery, I can’t grab them the way I want. I decide I’ll feel them up when they are dry. My hands move over to his neck column. And my fingers trace the flexed muscles and tendons on each side. I spread my hands to get a sense of the thickness and hardness of his neck’s circumference . A feel of a lifetime. Hard, hot, and thick as hell. My cock jumps twice against his abs.

“Oh, Rob, thank you. Thank you. I couldn’t have done it without you. You understand these things. Not many other guys do. I never did that until now. I’d thought about it. God, what a feeling. I amaze myself sometimes with my own power.” He had a grateful but tired look on his young and most handsome face. I lick his dripping wet beard shadow.

“Bruce, Bruce…Bruce. You are so special to me. Your strength and power are such a gift to me. No, thank you. God, you truly are the most massive and handsomest muscle god ever. Yes, you truly are Superman. We just have to get you the suit and tights. You’ll look spectacular”

“Let’s take a shower and go to bed,” he said with a sigh. “Whether you like it or not, I gotta get these briefs off. They’re done for anyways don’t you think? Heck, if you want, you can try to pull them down all around with your teeth. Yeah, no shit you’d like that!”

After a few more moments of crushing me against his gargantuan body and my feeling and trying to push on all his back muscles, he says “I need to recoup. We’ve still got some time this weekend. And there are a couple of more things I’d like to try with you”.

“Whatever you say…whatever you say.” I replied with my own sense of deep, deep fulfillment and welcomed deep exhaustion. I was now acutely aware of being afraid I was making a mistake by letting myself fall in love with him – my combined Muscle God, Muscle Cop, and Superman. Oh, fuck that. This may be a once-in-a-life-time fantasy come true.

Bruce lets go of Rob with one arm and, holding him tight with the other, reaches down under Rob’s legs and pulls him up, cradling him like a baby. Rob feels Bruce’s powerful steel arms under his back and behind his legs. Rob pulls his left arm up and over the mountains of delts and right trap and squeezes Bruce, hard. Then, Bruce bounces himself and rearranges Rob to get them both settled. He asks Rob, “Are you comfy?” Rob’s concerns suddenly melt away as he’s carried by his handsome muscle hero into the bathroom for a long warm shower together.

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