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A Basket Case
Based on an original story by dickgib
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I've never been shy about checking out the sexy "Escort Ads" in the local gay newspaper. In fact, I'd personally enjoyed these muscular sex machines on at least ten different occasions in the past year. The majority of them were very satisfying and fun to be with, even if it was only for an hour or so. However, a new ad in this past week's paper had definitely caught my eye and this is my story.
"Competitive 28yo bodybuilder, new to area, 6'4", 325, 23"a, 32"w, 62"c, big b-butt. Posing, sensual massage, safe fantasies, maybe more. Friendly, passionate, ripped. I'm Kurt. Try me."
My heart started beating fast. I guess it doesn't really take much these days, but this ad was special. I mean, holy shit, this guy’s description and stats were simply amazing! I felt like Kurt was talking right to me. (You are, aren't you, Kurt? I know you are. Great big muscle guys like you have been my thing since I saw my first muscle magazine on a newsstand in sixth grade.)
Unfortunately, it really hadn’t been until just the last year that I let myself come out and embrace my muscle sex fetish. I had always felt silly wanting to pursue such enormous and utterly powerful men before, but better late then never. And now that I’d tested the waters a few times with some hunky and muscular escorts, there was just no going back. And here I've been really horny for weeks, with no sex partner since a few months ago, and going through my Colt videos like there's no tomorrow. Kurt’s extraordinary ad couldn’t have come at a better time!
Yes, yes, yes! "Competitive bodybuilder, 28 years old and new to the area.” If Kurt was telling the truth (damn, I must really want him, given that I’m already personalizing him), that means I haven't had him "escort" me before. I get butterflies, really, just thinking about a 6-foot, 4-inch mountain of big and cut man muscle ready to satisfy my every need. And 325 pounds!?! I don’t think I’ve ever even SEEN a bodybuilder that huge, let alone touched one! My mind flips through my fantasies of Kurt like fast 3D color slide show. "Friendly and passionate." Boy, has he got my number! I've given up any pretense of looking cool to others or myself about muscle sex. It's great when I let my natural passion and enthusiasm out…and I’m nothing if not enthusiastic when it comes to muscle sex! And it's an even extraordinary experience when they "let it all hang out" too, so to speak.
When I made the decision a few years ago to let myself pursue my muscle fetish, I decided that I wanted to go all the way. I wanted the biggest guys out there, with the biggest pumped up muscles and the most cut physiques. Give me those thick veins that look like they’ll pop right out of the skin! Give me iron-built muscles that I can see wiggle with the slightest movement! Yep, I know I want it all. As I read and re-read Kurt’s ad, I imagined what it would be like to lay on top of Kurt with my cock nestled and pushing into his thick, muscular, steel-girded lower back, grabbing and squeezing at as much of his massive, cantaloupe-sized biceps as I could, nuzzling his thick, muscle-corded neck, and feeling the arch of his hard-muscled back while he pumped up with multiple 100-rep sets of sweat-making, muscle-engorging push-ups. Then, in between each set, I'd grab onto those massive square slabs of bulging pec muscle and feel them pump with every push up. I’m already thinking that I'll probably ask him to do that power routine with me.
I think back to a couple of my sex partners and escorts and I get pleasantly super charged thinking about the incredible mystery, beauty, and sensuality of a muscle man's phenomenal body. But I save my greatest excitement for a massively built man with a big, bulging basket. I love a mounding mass of stud cock and balls packed tightly in pure white underwear, cut low on the waist and high on the thigh. I love exploring a stud’s huge basket when he’s still soft, and then nuzzling and licking his dick to aching hardness so that it swells and starts poking out the top of his elastic waistband. In white, these guys are so pure, so pristine, so mine. And I love those gorgeous silky soft stretched tight posing trunks, too. The smaller the size (of the trunks, that is), the better. Some of the bodybuilding competitors have figured out that maximum exposure works, both with the judges and the crowds. It's called "basket points" in competition. Works for me!
I also fixate on the various cracks and slippery crevasses of a bodybuilder’s carved muscular form. Like the crack between the thigh and the lowest abdominal muscle that cradles the small but reinforced strap that holds my man in mystery. I notice the sweep of the serratus into the groin, the crack that the little posing strap settles into while holding a full, tight basket and huge, powerful, bulging muscle ass. When I see and touch those trunks as they ride up high on those muscular cheeks - be still my throbbing cock! Not to mention that gorgeous rear crack highlighted by a mere shred of fabric sucked down and sticking to the sweaty skin in between sculptured, striated mountains of muscular ass cheeks.
I can't believe how fast my mind sees all this in the seconds I'm looking at this big man’s ad.
Mustering my courage, I pick up my phone and dial Kurt’s number. Though I usually get a message answering machine when I call an escort, this time I’m surprised when my call gets answered. A very deep and rich voice says, "Hello."
“H- hi!” I stutter, my heart stuck in my throat. “My name is Scott and I'm calling for Kurt."
“Hi there! I’m Kurt,” he says in a strong yet friendly and intimate way. His deep voice almost rumbles across the phone lines, and I can almost picture how thick and deep of a chest must be required to create such an incredibly sexy and manly voice. I can actually hear the smile in his husky voice. I tell him that I've read his ad and want to talk about his services. As usual for this type of conversation, he asks me what I'm looking for. I'm feeling bold and encouraged by the sound of his voice.
"I really like to worship big, cut bodybuilders, the bigger the better. I want to kneel before all of that awesome, masculine power and give it all the attention it deserves. and I really love it when the muscle stud gets off on being worshipped, in every way, and gets as hard and turned on as I do. And I’ve gotta say, your ad seemed right on target, Kurt!”
"That sounds great! I absolutely get off on having my massive muscles worshiped. I’d love to pose for you and let you run your hands all over these huge muscles. I only do out calls, but I don't charge for travel time, and I’m not a clock watcher.”
I told him no problem, and that I was counting on him being what he advertised, otherwise I wouldn't pay full fee.
Kurt chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that made my cock stir in my pants, and said, “You said your name is Scott, right? Well, Scott, I guarantee that you won't be disappointed. And I mean that. Look, if I hit it off with a client, I like to be asked back, not to mention get referrals. I’m usually 350 or 360 pounds in the off season, but I’m down to only 325 pounds at the moment as I’ve been in a cutting cycle for a bodybuilding contest here in Los Angeles. The contest is only one month away, so I'm especially cut at the moment with only about 4% body fat right now. Will that do? I know you like your boys big, so hopefully my current size will satisfy you."
My knees felt weak. This enormous stud was even BIGGER in the off season?! Geezus, I don’t think I’d ever been with a man as huge as Kurt at his current weight of ‘only’ 325 pounds, and I couldn’t imagine what a monster he must be when he’s in a bulking phase. I let out a shuddering, breathy laugh and say that that sounds perfect to me. I already know that I'm REALLY gonna like this guy.
"It's $200 an hour. I know that’s a little higher priced than most other guys but, believe me, you won't regret it." Okay, I've heard that before, but something tells me he's not bull shitting.
We agree to meeting at my home at 8 PM later that night. I ask him to bring a couple of different posing trunks and underwear. Much to my surprise and delight, he gives me a list of different choices. Damn! Sounds like he knows what he's doing! I know I’ve hit serious pay dirt here! I tell him to bring the skimpy light blue one and his white bikini-cut Calvins. He checks directions and we sign off, with Kurt telling me that he’s very much looking forward to meeting me. WOW!
After I hang up the phone, my hands are sweaty, my heart is racing, I feel a little flushed. I feel like a kid who is about to get a new toy for Christmas. Only, unlike a kid, I'm not gonna even try to break this toy! Heck, maybe I’ll let him break me!
After cleaning up the living room, the bathroom, and my bedroom, I set up some candles and make sure my bedside essentials are available. Shit, I can tell that I’m almost making the setting romantic, and I’ve never even met this guy! I guess I just want to make a really good impression.
Time seems like it's creeping along. I wonder if he might not show. I always worry, despite my reliable gut reactions when I contact an escort, that I might get a slasher one of these days. But those thoughts quickly come and go, and I readily dismiss them. For some reason, I already trust Kurt.
I take a shower, trim my toe-nails and finger nails (I certainly don't want to scratch my mountain man at a peak moment!), and I make sure I've got a couple beers in the fridge. If there's one thing I've learned from these guys it’s that, when I treat them well, they are much more inclined to "give it their all." And that's just what I want...the whole enchilada.
So I should probably share a little bit more about me. I'm 5-feet, 8 inches tall, in my mid 20’s, have a law degree from Harvard, and work as an attorney with a very successful law firm here in Los Angeles. I’ve got a muscular but not overlarge build. I’ve got a slender frame, so no matter how much I try, I simply can’t get bulked up like the huge muscle men that I fantasize about so often. I’ve got a really lean and slender waist as a result, though, measuring only 28 inches around. That makes it damn hard to find pants to fit me, but it does tend to turn a lot of guys on. I have a very strong upper body and legs, despite my lack of muscular bulk. Not too much body hair. A pretty, slightly above average-sized cock and nice-sized balls, nothing too impressive, but I've got a lightning fast erection when I want to and rather impressive and powerful cum shots.
Oh, and I’ve got a particularly handsome face, if I may be so modest. Kind of that pretty boy, all-American preppy look. I’ll probably look 24 until I’m at least 44. So, I feel pretty attractive myself. Sometimes the big muscle men I hire are surprised that a handsome and relatively well-built guy like myself is resorting to hiring escorts, but I inevitably end up explaining that huge studs like themselves tend to be attracted to other massive muscle men. And while I’m lean and muscular for my size, I’ll never be anything close to massive. So I tend to get overlooked by the men I lust after the most. Fucking ironic, right?
After several ‘costume changes’, I’ve settled on my tight cutoff denim shorts, a tight T-shirt, and low cut gym shoes. When the doorbell rings, my heart jumps and my blood starts rushing again. I take a deep breath and walk to my door, opening it wide to meet Kurt for the first time.
Well let me tell you, the massive muscle man that I feast my eyes upon when my front door swings open almost defies description. I try not to look so shocked and delighted, but I know I’m not fooling anyone. I just stand there like a fool for a couple of seconds, gaping at him like some lovestruck schoolgirl, and he finally chuckles and says, "I guess you like my packaging after all! Am I right?"
His boldness and humor momentarily catches me off guard and I just laugh in response, telling him,"Well, first impressions are everything, and you're definitely packaged as promised!"
"I'm glad you think so, Scott."
Oh god, I love how he's using my name! I feel weak. I thankfully have the presence of mind and courtesy to ask him inside. I hold the door open as his massive arm brushes my shoulder and chest ever so lightly as he walks past. I know he did it on purpose, and just that small touch makes me literally shudder with excitement. I close the door, turn around, and find that he's assumed this very relaxed and friendly pose, looking straight at me.
My mind is racing. I can’t believe the sheer, overwhelmingly masculine sight before my staring eyes. I picture this muscle giant powerfully but gently lifting me up into his arms and carrying me into the bedroom. No wonder I love guys taller than me. God, how do I describe him? He’s blond and massive and utterly gorgeous. His face has a rugged look to it, his jawline almost ridiculously square and powerful, with a hint of stubble that looks so masculine. Even if I ignore everything else from the neck down, he’s got to be the most outrageously handsome man I’ve ever seen! I would have felt completely out of my league, except that his beautiful blue eyes and sensuous mouth smile so genuinely at me that I’m instantly relaxed and reassured. Damn, even his SMILE is powerful!
Kurt is fully dressed, but he still looked utterly enormous, his clothes unable to hide the sheer massive size of him. He's wearing a black leather jacket over a white V-neck shirt, a pair of tight blue jeans (Of COURSE they’re tight on him! The man weighs over 300 pounds!!), and gym shoes. Damn, he looks HUGE!! Even with his clothes on, I can see he's got some gargantuan delts and arms, tied to a pair of shoulders that are easily over a yard wide. His chest looks thick and massive pushing out against his leather jacket. His colossal thighs have his jeans stretched tight. And, his basket! It’s one very large and very prominent undefined mound pushing out far enough to push the cover of his zipper aside. Ever hear denim cry before? The tough, durable fabric was straining to the breaking point to contain this stud’s gargantuan package!
I ask him if he wants a beer. As I go out to the kitchen for our drinks, Kurt has his big leather jacket off in a flash and starts doing some chest stretches with his arms out to his sides. The tight white T-shirt he’s wearing looks like it’s painted on his skin, stretched taut over the most massive, chiseled, and perfectly sculpted body I’ve ever seen! I just catch a glimpse of an incredible V-shaped torso, unflexed, just natural. And his arms! Kurt’s upper arms are the diameter of large melons, with prominent, pencil-thick veins running down the length of each of his spectacular biceps. His forearms hang and bulge with raw muscle, creating an aura of tremendous power and sexuality, and ending in a pair of huge, muscular hands that could easily palm a basketball.
I tear my eyes away and reach into the fridge, while my mind's eye flashes back to catching a glimpse of his narrow waist and massive legs without his jacket. The contrast between his tight, corrugated waist and his great muscular chest and huge man-meat thighs has my heart fluttering, and it’s only my nervousness that’s keeping me from sporting a terminally rock hard boner. This guy is really put together. I flash on the good-looking, massive, and sculptured model-bodybuilders I've seen on the net and in muscle mags, the men I’ve fantasized over all of my life — Bob Paris, Pete Kuzak, Mike Francois, Zoltan Voros, and so many others — and Kurt is bigger and more handsome than all of them!
I reenter the living room to find that Kurt is sitting down on the edge of my couch, in that classic arms on legs with hands clasped in the center pose, leaning forward so invitingly. He looks up with those smiling blue eyes and says that we can go past the one hour that I booked if we want to. Turns out I’m his only client of the night. Now that is a hell of a great way to start! It's clear he wants to please, and I’m already thinking that a lifetime might not be enough time with this epic stud, let alone one hour.
As I hand him his drink, I simultaneously end up watching his veined forearm and bicep bulge and twitch as he grasps the beer can. And I also get to glance down right through his huge legs onto a packed basket that is completely cramped between his thighs and straining to get out even more. Christ, it looks like someone tried to stuff a football downy he front of his jeans, and then inflated it even bigger! I look back up and he gives me a knowing wink, his gorgeous eyes sparkling with humor and mischief. I feel a little embarrassed but say to myself that I'm just going to be uninhibited. Period. It's great that he seems so relaxed. As a vote of confidence, I hand him his $200 and he slowly tucks it into the small pocket at the top of his jeans. And, of course, his gigantic arm muscles bulge at each twist and push. He knows I'm watching that, too.
We exchange a few minutes of small talk about how he started in bodybuilding and about his upcoming competition. He tells me that he did high school and collegiate wrestling first and then got into bodybuilding only a couple of years ago with the encouragement of a coach. I wondered just what kind of encouragement that coach gave him. Incredibly, he tells me that this will be his very first bodybuilding competition, and I assure him that he’ll do great. Hell, this man is so huge and so freakishly chiseled from stone, not to mention dashingly handsome and utterly charming, that I can’t imagine him not sweeping the entire competition!
He tells me about his recent move to Los Angeles, and how he decided to be an escort to augment his income as an IT technician. Beauty, brawn, AND brains!?! That’s just no frigging fair! I try to imagine what it would be like to have him working on my computer while I watch his body move. I hope he wears T-shirts, so all of that spectacular swollen beef would show through. While he talks, I'm fixated on each move of his body. He's at ease, graceful, very intentional, moves slowly, and is quite aware of the breath-quickening and blood-rushing impact he is having on me. Damn, he was dealt one great hand of physical beauty and raw sex appeal.
Kurt tells me how he grew up in a poor family in a small Midwest farming town, and that he started escorting just after high school, managing to put himself all the way through college with the money he’d earned. He enjoyed the work so much that, even after he got a great-paying job in the computer industry, he kept on working as an escort ever since. Kurt tells me that he’s bisexual, and that his clients include both men and women, though he reveals that he’s more partial to guys. Less drama, he says.
His disarming boldness continues when he asks me where I would like to begin. I laugh a bit and tell him in my bedroom and with a slow strip, flexing each muscle as he goes. I like that I'm matching boldness for boldness here, and I can tell that he does, too. He gets up and comes over to me. I get anxious wondering what he has in mind.
He asks, "Would you mind it if I carried you into the bedroom?"
I feel weak. Faint even. He laughs that little deep, rumbling laugh again, which I swear I can feel reverberating in my chest from four feet away, and steps up even closer to me. He scoops one huge arm under both my knees and tells me to lean back. His other arm catches me in the middle of my back and I'm airborne. Talk about a fantasy come true! This incredible man is literally twice my body weight, and he’s carrying me effortlessly, as if I had the weight of a feather. I can’t describe how erotic that all felt.
My face is 6 inches from his incredibly handsome face and his light beard stubble. I also have a close-up look at his huge striated shoulders, each one seriously bigger than a basketball. His neck is bulging and pulsing with corded muscle and veins, so massively thick that it’s even wider than his head. My legs feel this girder of steel holding me up with such ease and power. He looks right at me and gives me that big, beautiful smile. I love it that he's enjoying having such an effect on me. I let myself relax, feel helpless, feel like a child safe in dad's huge arms. He turns around and slowly, deftly, he moves and turns through the hall making sure I don't hit the walls. The mighty muscle giant barely fits down my hallway, his mammoth shoulders nearly brushing the walls to either side.
In no time it seems, he has me at my bed and leans over slowly, gently lowering me onto the mattress. Like in slow motion, he pulls each of his arms out from underneath me, examining each arm and its first pump. He looks at my body lying on the bed, and I watch him watching me. My eyes are in wide peripheral mode soaking in the beauty of this guy and luxuriating in his attention on me. And for his part, Kurt’s beautiful blue eyes are exploring every inch of my body as well, an amazing hunger in his gaze making my poor hammering heart beat even faster.
I’ve clearly gotten over my initial shyness, as my cock is now hard as a rock inside my constraining denim shorts, bent almost in half. I flex it so that it throbs a couple of times, creating the most erotic ache. He moves easily to about four feet in front of me and puts his hands on his waist in my absolutely favorite Superman pose. And damn if Kurt wasn’t bigger than any comic book version of Superman I’d ever seen! He lifts up his chest - my heart is racing - the cleavage must be at least four inches deep between his massive slabs of pec meat. His succulent nipples stick out and down, always a sign of a truly massively built chest. I'm mesmerized by the contrast of this huge beautiful barrel chest and his incredibly small waist. This man represents more physical power than I could ever imagine. I recall from his ad that his chest circumference is very nearly twice the circumference of his muscular waist, and seeing such dimension in person makes my knees go weak. Then my eyes feast on his two thighs. They're not really thighs. They’re impossibly huge slabs of striated beef just waiting to pop and split out of his jeans.
I look back up at his almost unbearably face. He's been waiting for my eyes. At that very moment, he smiles and slowly brings each arm into an unreal double biceps pose. Just when I think I've seen it all, he takes in a huge breath and starts flexing, and flexing, and flexing. The arms get more and more pumped. He takes in a full breath before each pump and his chest juts out ever more. The split between the lower and upper biceps is utterly unreal, and sexy as hell. His bicep is double-capped. And the veins! The veins are everywhere! I look longingly at that one long vein that slithers up and down the inside of each arm, anticipating how mind-blowing it will feel to press my finger into it. And he continues to pump! He looks at me and then looks at his arm. He looks at me again and then looks at the other arm. I'm in heaven. My face, my breathing, my unintelligible sounds tell him everything he needs to know.
Right in the midst of a massive pump he looks at me and asks if he's everything I hoped for. All I say is that he's fantastic and that I'm really glad I called him. He responds with "There's no question you like muscles, Scott."
There he goes, using my name again. Jeez, I think I'm in love.
“Just how big are those cannons of yours, Kurt?” I ask, mesmerized by the masculine beauty and power being displayed before me.
“Well, my ad says that they’re 23 inches around, but the truth is that they’re almost 24 inches. I didn’t want to exaggerate, though, so I rounded down.”
Holy SHIT!! I’ve never even HEARD of such a colossal upper arm measurement before! Kurt’s arms are just 4 inches smaller than my own WAIST!! My mind reels as I try to comprehend this stud’s monumental dimensions.
"How about helping me take off this shirt?" He raises his monster arms and leans over toward me. I reach down to both sides of his waist, touching his soft skin stretched over unbelievably hard muscles, and drag my hands up his body as I pull as hard as I can. I stop breathing as I unveil a torso that blows my mind. He's got it all. His side abdominals seemed etched in his skin. His upper and lower abs are like cobblestones with half-inch deep cracks between them. Then his massive lats begin to show. Even though they're being stretched long, they bulge like the hood of huge king cobra. He pulls pack and I just hang onto his t-shirt as he slowly pulls himself out of it. It's like I'm in a kind of shock. He straightens up and shakes his muscles the way bodybuilders do to loosen up, relax and getting ready for anything.
Kneeling on the bed, I reach out and grasp his hips and, looking directly at his big smooth basket, pull him into me. He puts his hands back in the Superman position, again. I wonder how the hell he knew that would make me melt? We'll do the push-up ride a little later. This guy doesn't even need to pump it up!
My hands feel like they're not even a part of me. They have a mind of their own as they begin to circle and massage this mountain of manhood that feels and looks like half a watermelon. I create a full circle around this beautiful mass with both my hands, though I’m unable to grasp all the way around the monumental bulge, and move my hands clockwise and counter clockwise just to get the full measure of what is in this muscle god's basket. He responds by slowly and gently thrusting his hips into my hands to add pressure. The power and strength of his body feels like it's all focused in my hands.
I reach around to and grab each of his iron-hard glutes through his jeans, even though grabbing is actually impossible. They're simply too hard and too big. All I can do is to pull him closer to me, which he lets me do as I start massaging his basket with the sides of my face. I push. I prod, hard. I nudge. He starts to groan and I get even more turned on. My crotch is very wet. I'm into this for a few minutes that, in the best of all worlds, could last forever. He moves his two thumbs and forefingers to the front of his pants, pulls them a little tighter, unhitches the clasp, and slowly pulls down his zipper. I watch from about two inches away as his zipper comes down over a small mountain.
About half way down, I see a crack of light blue that starts just below a little light brown pubic hair. Hell, my breathing stops again. He stops the zipper for a moment. And it feels like we're just standing in endless time. His hand. His hand is definitely big. Enormous. Huge and muscular and filled with raw power. His fingers are long and sensual. He's got a just a touch of dark blond hair on the back of his hand, hair that gets a bit thicker on his forearms. I love seeing body hair on bodybuilders; being all shaved for a competition is inarguably sexy, but add some body hair and that makes him even more masculine. His wrist grows quickly into an expanding forearm that has more cords and veins than I've ever seen. He stops again and moves down and grasps his massive basket in his big hand and gives it a powerful squeeze. His forearms flair into cords as he gives his package what has GOT to be a painfully hard squeeze, but his eyes continue to gleam with nothing but pleasure as he gazes downward at me. He then slowly pushes his bulging basket around, all within inches of my face. The heat is intoxicating. Meanwhile, my smaller hands have moved to the back of his concrete cabled thighs. I kiss his hand, and feel the warmth and power of his skin course into me.
He tells me he needs some help in getting his jeans off. I instantly fantasize that he's so big that he can't do it alone. I flash on what it would be like to help him get dressed and undressed every day. I grab both sides of his jeans and really have to yank them hard to pull them down from his slender waist and over his unveiled mountains of ass and thigh muscle. His basket is now being displayed in its full glory. I almost stop pushing his jeans down as I gaze at the hills, bumps, and a lengthy bulge now very evident behind the sheer light blue fabric. I see the corona of an extraordinarily large cock, easily the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. His two balls are enormous, like a pair of softballs shoved into his posing strap (why am I not surprised that everything about this mighty stud lends itself to sports references?), and seem to take up a hell of a lot of space, seductively pushing out his cock to the point of straining the pouch.
He lifts each leg as I pull off a pant leg. And, of course, I get to watch these eel-like thigh muscles lift each mountain of beefy leg. I let out a huge breath just to partially release all the tension that has built up in my body and crotch in the last few minutes. He steps back a foot and does a few trunk twists. I am dumbfounded at what these basic trunk twists can reveal on a ripped bodybuilder. Every muscle, I mean every muscle, is pulled and pushed and stretched to the point where each can be distinctly seen and traced with a finger. Maybe more on that later.
I sit back and he moves closer again. God, he knows just what to do. I'm in heaven.
It is truly amazing what a passionate muscle man can do with his basket when he puts his mind to it. I lean forward and just start hungrily chewing and nuzzling Kurt's phenomenal bulge, pushing it around, feeling its thick muscular contours. And I’m shocked to discover that Kurt’s colossal horse cock is still completely soft! I had assumed that the unbelievably massive tubesteak shoved down his posers had to be at least partially hard, as it was bigger than any man’s rock hard cock that I’d ever seen, but no, Kurt’s cock hadn’t even STARTED to get hard yet. But even as I make this stunning discovery, I can feel Kurt letting himself start to harden, little by little. God damn, but this stud had some amazing cock control! I push around this muscular and still spongy tube with my mouth, my nose, and my cheeks, reveling in the scent and size and sheer masculine POWER of him. We both love that feel of soft fabric gently but relentlessly massaging some very sensitive skin — his cock and my face. The combination of sensations — a hardening cock under such soft fabric, the juxtaposition of solid and pliable, solid and smooth, steel and satin — was driving me crazy with lust. I HAVE to get my hands on what Kurt is packing in that straining pouch!
I move my fingers slightly under the elastic on each side of this truly beautiful light blue basket of massive manhood and I massage his skin of his muscular hips, up and down, just underneath the elastic. He swoons and sways. I'm teasing him the same way he's teasing me…and it’s delicious. I pull on both elastic bands. It tightens the trunks on his butt and in his butt crack. He likes that, too. While I'm pulling his basket closer to my tongue and face, he's tightening his powerful grip on my own traps. I love feeling the power of my own muscles, albeit certainly not anywhere as developed as his.
Kurt’s awesomely big and heavily veined cock has been steadily pushing itself out the top and to the side of his delicate strap. Geezus, but Kurt’s cock is fucking HUGE!! It looks like his cock is already at least 12 inches long, and it’s not even fully hard yet!! The only thing about his cock that was more impressive then its incredible length is its truly awesome girth, easily thicker than the can of beer I had given him earlier. The elastic band of his posing strap is massaging his piss-hole and huge corona of his massive, apple-sized cock head, and he's in heaven, too. His generous pre-cum is leaking down onto the elastic and fabric and creating a beautifully near-transparent wet spot. I reach in and gently but powerfully grab his big meaty member and pull him down, down, down until he pops out of the lower elastic band on his right side. Shit, he’s got to be WELL over a foot long now!
As I pull on the elastic strap, his gargantuan balls drop free, looking even larger now that they are in the open and freed from the tight confines of his posing strap. God, Kurt’s big, beefy balls are every bit a match for his huge horse cock, just mind-blowingly huge! I reach forward to cup both of the huge, astonishingly hairy orbs with both hands — they’re simply too big to cradle in just one hand — and I marvel at their eye-popping size and tremendous weight. Kurt’s mighty balls are bigger than the biggest lemons I’ve ever seen! Bigger than grapefruits even! Just fucking HUGE!! I move my hands back and forth, massaging both his cock and balls at the same time, marveling at the happy and unbelievably fortunate combination of genes that created this unbelievably hot and heroic stud in front of me.
Now, while I'm doing all of this, Kurt is really putting out. He's posing and sweating his ass off. He knows I'm looking right at his eight pack and boy, does he know how to show off the definition of his uppers, lowers, and serratus. Then he starts slowing moving his flexing back and forth between his pile-driver legs, especially his gigantic thighs, and his abs. While my hands and face are pushing themselves into his basket and moving his massive equipment around, he's able to shake his left thigh and then tense it. The tear drops and sinews literally pop out all at the same time. Damn, this is more than my eyes and hands can handle at one time! My eyes and my right hand move down onto this terrain of granite, covered in hardened gullies and rivulets of chiseled stone, rounded mounds of steel-hard muscle, demanding that my index finger move up and down, tracing the gullies, slowly, pushing, probing...feeling the enormous power at every point on this terrain of hardened muscle. In vain, my palm and fingers attempt to grab and move steel ridges that will not be moved. Those slippery crevices can only be felt and pushed at. They can't be budged.
Neither of us are doing this in silence. He tells me to "watch this", "feel that", "now move over here", "try this", "push on that." I like that he's so proud of what's he's got and is just loving my worship of him. He is most definitely passionate. As for me, I'm pretty inarticulate... a lot of "oh my Gods", "damn", "jeeessus", "wow", "do that again", "and again"...he's so agreeable, so wanting to please me, and to pleasure himself. I think ‘thank you God for moving this muscle marvel to Los Angeles.’
I was in another world. My left hand was all over his massive thigh muscles, and my right hand was gently rough-housing with his hard cock. It just bounced back up with every push down I made, snapping back to attention with a sharp slap against his cobblestone abs. The gigantic head of that mighty phallus extended a good 5 or 6 inches beyond his tight little navel, and my mind struggled to calculate just how monstrously long the stud’s magnificent cock must now be. 13 inches?! 14 inches!?! Maybe even longer!! I wouldn’t have thought such dimensions humanly possible, but the proof was right there, throbbing powerfully in my grasping hands. The stud’s BEAST of a cock was easily twice the length of mine, and so astoundingly thick that its mass must have been close to TEN times my own! Truly un-fucking-believable!!
“I think it’s time we got you out of those clothes. I want to see the rest of this sexy body of yours,” Kurt said to me in his deep, rich, velvety voice. What?! He wanted to see ME naked!?! Most bodybuilder escorts I’d met only cared about getting worshipped and then paid; few, if any, really seemed to care about me or my needs. My estimation of — and feelings for — handsome Kurt grew even higher.
The massive muscle tank then set about undressing me. His huge hands grabbed either side of my tight t-shirt and effortlessly pulled the fabric up and over my head. “Mmm, NICE!” Kurt said with real feeling as he ran both of his massive hands over my lean and slender body, stroking down my smooth chest and rippling abs, then grasping both of my shoulders before running his beefy mitts down my arms.
“Flex for me,” he said, gripping both of my upper arms as he did so. I blushed, feeling utterly silly at the idea of flexing in front of such a massive beast of muscle. But he sensed my unease and said, “Flex for me, Scott. You’ve got a gorgeous body, and I’d like to see you flexing your muscular arms for me.”
Something in Kurt’s voice told me that he wasn’t kidding, that he really DID want me to flex. Emboldened, I lifted up both of my arms and gave him the tightest double biceps pose I could muster, making my arms swell as much as I could. Normally, I’m rather proud of my 15.5-inch guns, but at that moment I felt positively tiny compared to this titan of muscle standing naked before me.
Kurt reached up with both hands and completely enveloped by biceps with his massive paws, giving them both a firm, lingering squeeze. The muscular powerhouse could have easily crushed my comparatively puny arms in his iron grip, but Kurt was gentle, downright sensual with his touch. His powerful hands continued to roam and explore my body for several more minutes, working their way down to my waist, where his massive hands could almost entirely encircle my slender, muscular midsection.
Kurt made a moaning sound deep in his chest, something akin to both pleasure and pain, as he stared down at his encircling hands. I thought something might be wrong at first, but then he said, “Damn, Scott, you have an incredible body! So fucking sexy!”
I felt my old embarrassment coming back, and disbelief and a little bit of anger colored my voice as I replied, “Oh c’mon! You’re this impossibly huge, handsome, and hung muscle stud! I’m NOTHING compared to you! How can you say that I’M sexy when you are a living GOD of muscle and sex!?!”
Kurt tore his eyes away from my narrow waist with an effort, locking my gaze with an almost hurt look in his eyes, and he said to me, “Scott, I think you are one of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen. I find you distractingly handsome, and your body is simply beautiful. From the moment you opened your door, I haven’t been able to tear my eyes off of you!”
“You’re kidding me!” I replied, shock, confusion, and perhaps the first tremblings of hope creeping into my voice. “You could have any man or woman you wanted! What could you possibly want with a scrawny pipsqueak like me?”
“I’ll let you in on a little secret, Scott.” Ugh, there he goes using my name again! Try as hard as I might to resist, it makes me melt every time. “I have a weakness for shorter, slender, muscular pretty boys. I always have. And you are pushing ALL of my buttons.”
“No fucking way!” I say, my eyes wide with incredulity.
“I swear it’s true,” Kurt replied. “People always assume because of my height and size that I only like other big muscle men. But while other huge guys can be hot, I’m really drawn to the lean and wiry types. I love being able to envelop them with my entire body. I makes me feel protective when I can cuddle a guy so completely. Only I very rarely get a chance to. Guys like you never seem to approach me — I guess they’re intimidated by my size or something.”
“Ya THINK?!” I say, laughing at his gross understatement. I never in a million years would have thought I’d ever have a chance as such a spectacular bull stud of a man, yet here he was telling me that I was HIS type! I almost couldn’t believe what he was saying!
“Come on, let’s get you out of the rest of these clothes,” Kurt said, once again flashing me that utterly disarming and bone-melting smile of his.
His powerful fingers unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, and I had to lean back on the bed so that Kurt could reach forward and work the shorts off over my ass and legs. He removed both my shorts and my underwear at the same time, and as my own rock hard 7.5-inch cock was finally released from its cotton prison, it slapped against my corrugated abs so hard that it almost hurt.
“Beautiful!” Kurt breathed as his eyes drank in my nakedness, and then he reached forward and gently and effortlessly hauled me back up to my knees, pressing me against his magnificent chest and cobblestone belly. My rampant cock was thrust beneath his naked crotch, and his low-hanging bull balls were resting on either side of my shaft. Kurt’s behemoth balls were so amazingly heavy that their combined weight forced my cock downward, and no matter how hard I flexed my dick, I could barely budge that enormous weight.
I wrapped both of my arms around as much of the muscle man’s chest and back as I could, and just pressed myself against him. The heat emanating from his body was amazing, almost like a furnace, and his gigantic muscles felt like smooth and warm marble against my skin.
After a while, Kurt stopped his swaying, thrusting, and moaning against me. I wondered what was wrong. When I looked up he had that slight smile again and was looking directly into my eyes. Then, it happened. Now, I've seen a lot of pictures of some fabulous ‘hands behind head, thrust out and flexed thigh meat, and severely tightened ab’ poses. Well, I sure as hell never felt one up close before, especially on a guy so magnificently and titanically built as massive Kurt. And all of that with an enormous thick hard cock arching out on top of two colossally huge, low-hanging, fur-covered balls.
I simply couldn't hold it any longer and just shot my wad straight through his legs and onto the floor. It had been years since I'd come without some sort of touching, masturbating, or fucking, not since I was a teenager! Kurt held the pose while I shot and grabbed his ass to hold me in place, up close. I shot with a power I didn’t know I had, as if my entire being were one great orgasm. I couldn't believe him or me. My whole body was almost painfully wracked by my surprise orgasm, and I must have shot out at least a dozen thick ropes of cum.
Kurt didn’t relax his pose until the last shudders left my body. The glistening on his skin had turned into clear steady sweat drips down his torso, into his crotch, and down his legs. He asked me, with a humorous and clearly pleased edge of sarcasm, if I wanted to see that again. I could only give a weak nod in reply.
He first took his big muscular hand and grabbed his steel hard cock and pushed it back behind his trunks, making his trunks stretch out in front the entire damn 14+ inch length of his freakishly hard cock! Talk about the ‘tent look’!! How did he know I liked that, too!? His cock is so hard and strong that it pulls the elastic from his front waist and both of his thighs, and allow his colossal gonads to hang that much more feely beneath his monumental dick. All this did was to open more of his muscled waist to my detailed inspection with my eyes and my fingers.
Again, he shook his thigh, put his hands behind his head, and exhaled as he tightened those awesome ab bricks. While my hands flew over his legs and torso, soaking in the incredible feeling of satin on steel, he tensed even more. I started sucking and licking the end of his cock through the thin, sheer fabric. I could feel the piss slit, the corona, the acorn shape of his huge trouser monster through the fabric of his trunks. The light blue was turning lighter, almost as translucent as the spot up on his waist band from his pre-cum. He dropped this pose and brought his hands down onto his hips in the Superman pose (again!) and thrust his covered cock further into my mouth. We both are groaning like bears in heat and were covered in sweat. While sweat isn't usually one of my turn-ons, I knew this was so clean, so pure, so healthy, so him, that I actually enjoyed feeling it on my hands and face.
Kurt tucked his hands just behind the muscular swell of his waist and then flared his mighty lats out impossibly wide. This stud could block the sun with the astounding width of his lats! I go crazy then, really gobbling down on Kurt’s satin-encased cock head and roughly kneading his gigantic baby makers. My cock is still rock hard — it never went soft — and incredibly, I can feel a second load building in my cramping nuts. A deep rumbling groan is building in Kurt’s own massive chest as he flexes harder, and harder, and harder still.
And then it happens.
Without any warning, Kurt’s massive schlong swells larger still, impossibly bigger, threatening to break my poor overworked jaw, and then starts thundering out the most awesome, powerful orgasm I’ve ever seen, felt, or tasted in my life.
The first obscenely huge slug of Kurt’s cum takes me completely by surprise. The colossal gout of cum pulses forth with such tremendous force and power that it shoots clear through the thin satin fabric, hardly slowing down as it rockets its way straight down my throat and into my stomach. I sputter and choke and the sheer inhuman SIZE of that single almighty slug of cum, and I pop Kurt’s bloated cock head out of my mouth just in time to take the next three mammoth blasts right in the face!
Overwhelmed with unbridled lust and awe, and with enormous slugs of Kurt’s super human load dripping off of my face, I roughly cram Kurt’s gigantic cloth-covered cock head back in my mouth and eagerly suckle at his massive spitting trouser snake. Each unnaturally copious blast splashes across my tongue and fills my mouth almost to overflowing, and though I keep swallowing as fast as I can, the handsome muscle god is simply far too virile; big, gloopy ropes and chunks of cum ooze from around my overstretched lips, adding to the mess of smegma that already covers my face.
And not only is Kurt’s orgasm impossibly large, his cum is unbelievably thick as well. Thicker than any man’s cum I’ve ever seen. I almost have to chew the stuff to get it down into my gullet, but the incredible salty, manly flavor of him makes it more than worth the effort.
After chugging down a good 14 or 15 (!!!) of Kurt’s spectacular cum shots, though, my stomach is starting to feel bloated and distended. I think I may have swallowed nearly a gallon of this man’s studly seed, and there just simply isn’t any more room for more in my belly. I once again pop his mammoth head out of my mouth, and this time carefully point it off to one side of my head and watch in amazement as the super stud continued to churn out rope after spectacular rope of his blindingly white jizz! Kurt’s humongous balls were visibly quivering and convulsing in their hairy, low-hanging sac, and as I reached up a hand to gently cup one of those monstrous testicles, I could actually FEEL the awesome masculine power throbbing through the gigantic orb.
Another dozen or so blasts later, Kurt’s herculean, world-shattering orgasm finally began to ratchet down, and the mighty muscle stud slowly returned to earth. A few more thick chunks of cum burped out of his still rock hard cock and oozed down the front of his heroically straining posers to drip onto my already cum-drenched body. Indeed, my face and the entire front of my body was thoroughly covered in the man’s pungent nut goo. I found that I was kneeling on drenched bed sheets, a veritable puddle of spew having formed at the foot of my bed. And as I turned my head to look over one shoulder, I could see more than a dozen fat lines of pearlescent gunk painting wide stripes from my body all the way to my pillows, and a good three feet up the face of my wooden headboard. Kurt had just pumped out more sperm in that one orgasm than I think I had shot in my entire life! As I cupped one of his mammoth gonads in one hand and tightly gripped the middle of his mighty cock shaft with the other, I found I was too paralyzed with awe and wonder to even move, let alone speak.
Kurt slowly started relaxing his heroic, epic pose, letting his gigantic muscles relax back into their normal massive state. The handsome man was breathing heavily, no doubt momentarily overcome by the sheer magnitude of his awe-inspiring release. But as his eyes finally popped open and met mine, that familiar smile lit up his heartbreakingly handsome face, and I knew that the night was only beginning.
“That was incredible Scott! I haven’t cum that hard in a long, long time. I hope I’ve convinced you of how astoundingly attractive I think you are.”
I gulped heavily, swallowing some of the sticky remnants of Kurt’s spunk that even now still coated the insides of my mouth. I must have looked like an addled idiot, nodding my head stupidly, but I was still utterly unable to speak.
“Listen,” he continued. “Like I said, I don’t have any more clients tonight. I know our hour is up, but I’d like to stay. Off the clock, of course. I’d like to indulge my OWN fantasies for once, and stay the night with one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen.”
My heart swelled and almost leaped out of my chest at his words! I could still barely believe that such a phenomenally handsome and magnificently built stud of a man could be attracted to me, but here was this extraordinary muscle hunk asking me if he could stay the night! How in the hell could I ever say no to something like that?!
In a soft and incredibly husky voice, Kurt then said, “Besides, now that the warm up is over, I want to know if you’re ready for Round Two!”
Round TWO!?!?! Fuck, I thought I might faint right then and there! I gave Kurt a huge, lopsided grin in return, his manly seed still dripping off of my cum-soaked face, and responded with a very enthusiastic “YES!!!” Given the incredible events of the past hour, whatever Kurt, this extraordinarily sensitive and passionate muscle man, had in mind would just be fine by me.
Then, speaking very slowly and intentionally, Kurt asked if it would be ‘easier’ for me to remove his cum-soaked posing strap down his massive thighs with my teeth or my hands, because as he said, “my muscles are so big and my strap is so small.” He said those words so slowly and so deliberately that it was like an act of sex itself.
The hell with work tomorrow! I knew I’d be a whole different kind of basket base come tomorrow morning!
D'awe, so cute! Even without the BB this was a nice read, thank you ^^
ReplyDeleteSo glad you liked it, Noah! I thought this story might be a nice and welcome departure from some of the more hardcore ball busting stories of late. But don't worry, there's some SERIOUS nut bursting action just waiting to be posted in the weeks ahead! :)
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