Jack the Hammer - A Halloween Special
Part of the Jack the Hammer series by Pink Beefcake
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Part 1
Troy Cooper and Addison Wiley were supposed to be at their friend’s Halloween party at one of the fraternity houses just off campus. Instead, Troy’s car was parked beside a scenic and remote countryside road just out of sight of the highway, and a good half hour out from town. The Audi R8 was parked beneath an enormous sycamore tree, and its engine was shut down and its lights were off. All of the car’s windows were suspiciously fogged up in the cool October air, but a full moon provided more than enough illumination to see that the couple inside of the car was in the middle of an intense and very heavy make-out session.
The silvery moonlight picked out the natural coppery highlights in Troy’s wavy auburn hair and made Addison’s honey blond curls look even more luminous and rich. Neither of the two young college students was admiring the quality of the light at the moment, however, for they only had eyes for each other. The pair had been dating for over two years, having met at the beginning of their Sophomore year in college, but they were exploring each other’s mouths and clothed (at least for the moment with the lust and vigor of a brand new couple.
The interior of the vehicle would have been considered spacious by most people’s standards, but the young man in the driver’s seat was so unbelievably tall and muscular and massive that he filled up almost all of the available space in the front of the car, making the couple’s passionate make-out session rather cramped. But not that either of them seemed to mind.
Both of the college Seniors were dressed in their Halloween costumes, and though their choices might not have been the most inventive, they were certainly eye catching. The breathtakingly beautiful Addison was wearing an even skimpier version of her already small standard cheerleader outfit, with a provocatively short skirt, a tiny slip of cloth over her shaved crotch, and a crop top with two pompom-inspired cups that fought valiantly to keep her enormous breasts under control. Those massive breasts, which were disproportionately huge on her otherwise lush, svelte, and fit figure, were at the moment being squeezed and lovingly mauled by Troy’s giant, rugby- and gym-calloused hands as their making out became even more passionate. The young man’s meaty paws were so enormous that they could easily cup even Addison’s majestic tits, engulfing them in his strong and powerful but remarkably tender grip.
Addison’s devastatingly handsome boyfriend complimented her by wearing a sexier version of his university rugby uniform. His skintight lycra jersey looked like it was painted onto his hulking 6-foot, 8-inch tall frame, barely able to contain the sheer enormity of the colossal muscles beneath the overstretched fabric. Troy’s build was staggeringly thick and massive, especially for a man of his lofty height, and the tight-fitting cloth only served to accentuate the rugged and exquisitely chiseled massiveness of his scale-busting 585-pound physique. The collar of the rugby jersey strained to contain the beefy behemoth’s 26-inch bison neck, the bulging muscles of the huge athlete’s unbelievably mammoth (and quite probably record-setting) 32-inch upper arms threatened to split open the shirt’s ringed sleeves, and his positively goliath bull pecs stretched the elastic lycra material to the absolute breaking point across his spectacularly wide and thick chest.
Troy had cut off the bottom half of his jersey just a few inches below his ponderous pecs, exposing the lower half of his torso, much to Addison’s great delight. The young man had a spectacular and perfectly stacked 8-pack of abdominal muscles that were so deeply grooved and cut that they truly did look like a set of rock solid cobblestones. His rippling midsection tapered down dramatically to the most sexy and pronounced Adonis belt imaginable, which then disappeared into Troy’s similarly shrunken and skintight rugby shorts. Troy was built unusually narrow in the waist to begin with, and his athletic conditioning was so extreme that his shredded waist measured a mere 32 inches around, which would have been impressively narrow on any man of such a great height, but looked erotically obscene on a mighty stud bull of a man who was literally twice the weight of his next largest rugby teammate. The juxtaposition of Troy’s titanic upper torso with his exaggeratedly narrow lower body was an awesome sight, for the mighty cannons of his arms were actually the same size his own waspish waist!
Troy’s tiny shorts were perhaps working even harder than his beleaguered jersey, with his gargantuan thighs testing the tensile strength of the leg openings, his enormously muscular ass threatening to rip the seat wide open at any second, and the elastic material stretching precariously thin over the lad’s monstrously mammoth crotch bulge. Even at its smallest and softest, Troy’s colossal stallion cock never measured less than a couple of inches over a full foot in length, and even when limp was as thick as a huge slab of salami. That massive hog of man meat was accompanied by an equally titanic set of true bull balls, two utterly goliath gonads that rivaled the largest of ostrich eggs in size.
And that bulge in Troy’s already burgeoning shorts was starting to swell even bigger as the couple’s heavy petting got more and more heated and intense…
*BEEEEEEEP*
The two pulled away from each other in surprise as both of their cell phones released an ear splitting noise, followed by a recorded announcement.
“This is an emergency alert from the Collins County Sheriff’s Office,” a recorded voice announced from both phones. “Another murder matching the pattern of the killer known as Jack the Hammer has been reported in the area. Citizens are being advised to not approach strangers, especially anyone who matches the killer’s distinctive appearance. Get home, secure all windows and doors, and immediately report any suspicious activities to the local authorities,” the message said before the beep repeated.
Both of the college coeds had heard the tales of the infamous serial killer, Jack the Hammer. Everyone had. As the story went, Jack had been a big, hot, and handsome college jock, until some terrible event left him fire scarred from head to foot. The stories said that the hideous killer now stalked and hunted other young and sexy college jocks, murdering and butchering them. Like everyone else, Troy and Addison had thought that these almost supernatural tales to be nothing more than an urban legend, a bogeyman to scare the gullible. That was until a recent spate of jock murders on campus had put everyone on alert, and revived the lurid and frightening tales of Jack the Hammer.
“Oh, come on!” Troy grunted dismissively, his astonishingly deep voice reverberating in the enclosed space as he drew the beautiful Addison into his massive arms once again. “It’s probably just some kids playing a tasteless Halloween prank, and somebody panicked.”
“I don’t know, Troy,” Addison replied, concern evident in her voice as she pulled slightly away from her amorous boyfriend. “They still haven’t caught the guy that killed Trojan and those other guys. Maybe there really IS a killer psycho still out there!” Addison shivered for reasons having nothing to do with her revealing costume and the chill autumn air outside the steamy car.
“Come on, Addy. Don’t let some bored farm kids scare you. Besides, even a real nutjob wouldn’t be crazy enough to bother you with ME around!” Troy thumped one of his massive meaty pectorals to emphasize his point, his charming and playful grin making Addison weak in the knees. “Now, why don’t we pick up where we left off before we’re late to the party?”
Troy gently cupped Addison’s heart-wrenchingly beautiful face in one of his absolutely enormous hands before leaning forward to resume their kiss. Addison shivered even more powerfully than before, but this time with desire. Addison moaned in pleasure, for Troy was even better at kissing than he was at making tackles on the rugby pitch… and he was by far the most gifted athlete in the entire league. Just thinking about the things that Troy could do with his big, muscular, talented tongue caused Addison to gasp with a rush of desire. She leaned even more into the warm heat of Troy’s massive muscles, and then gasped in delight once more when her boyfriend slipped an extremely thick finger beneath her outfit and circled her moist entrance.
“Oh fuck yes!” Troy moaned breathily, breaking off the kiss while focusing on teasing her entrance with his thick fingertip. “Look at you, Addy! You’re positively dripping! I love how wet you always get for me. Damn, I gotta get out of these shorts.”
Troy was not wrong. His purposefully too-tight outfit was threatening to pop at the seams under the strain of the university athlete’s already huge and steadily growing dick. Unfortunately, there was barely any space to begin with between the seat, the steering wheel, and Troy’s monumentally muscled frame, and his swelling crotch was starting to take up what little space was left.
“Shit. There’s never enough room in here,” Troy hissed in annoyance before his voice turned playful again. “How about you get out and I’ll bend you over the hood of my car, babe.”
“What?! No!” Addison’s eyes darted outside in panic. “Didn’t you hear the warning? We don’t know who is out there!”
“Addy, nobody’s out there!” Troy chuckled in response, the deep bass sound reverberating in his massive chest. “There are no buildings, no cars, no people. Just trees and corn field as far as you can see. Watch!” Troy opened the door and gracefully squeezed his massive form out of his car despite Addison’s pleas.
“Get back inside! Come on! This isn’t a joke, Troy!! Let’s just go home. I’m scared!” Addison said as the open door let out the hot and steamy air into the cool and moonlit night.
“There’s no need to be afraid, Addison,” Troy replied. “You know that I would protect you with my life if any creeps tried to pull anything.” Troy was not exaggerating; he was madly in love with his girlfriend, with the two planning on getting married after graduation and starting to build their family together. The devastatingly handsome and titanically muscular rugby stud would indeed have done anything for his lady love.
Addison climbed over into the driver’s seat and stared at her colossal hunk of a boyfriend with a nervous expression, but Troy could see her interest growing.
“Maybe you could convince me that I’d be safe,” Addison said as a sly smile spread across her gorgeous face. Troy knew his girl well enough to understand her meaning immediately. He brought up an arm and made a huge bicep that was easily as big as a heavily veined bowling ball beneath his perfectly tanned skin. Troy’s smirk became a happy and dashing smile as he saw Addison’s big blue eyes light up with awe and delight, and he flexed his gargantuan arm harder, making his boulder bicep bulge even larger still, and coaxing a moan of lust from the beautiful young woman. Even though he had shaved his extremely handsome and heavily square-jawed face just that morning, Troy was so exceedingly manly that he already looked like he was sporting three or four days of brown beard growth, and that rough and rugged stubble contrasted deliciously with the pearly white of his dazzling smile. Troy was easily the handsomest man Addison had ever seen, his overwhelmingly masculine and chiseled features softened by the glow of youth, but it was always his devastatingly handsome smile that simply took her breath away.
Troy grinned even bigger as he said, “What about this? Do you think some punk in a Jack the Hammer costume would stand a chance against this bad boy right here?” Troy used his free hand to rub the bunched bicep muscle of his colossal, game-winning arm. His vibrant green eyes sparkled with bravado as he alternated between stroking the swollen muscle, gripping great handfuls of the utterly rock solid flexing meat, and using his fingertips to gently trace the huge veins coursing all over his massive pythons.
Addison picked up her cell phone and turned on the camera, pointing its lens at her giant boyfriend as she coyly repeated, “Maybe, but I think I still need some more convincing.”
The huge rugby bull’s smile turned triumphant as his girlfriend started recording him. He knew he had her once she was focused on him. He was monumentally big and tough, he was ferociously strong, he was jaw-droppingly handsome, he was extremely rich, and he was stupendously hung. He could protect her, provide for her, and fuck her like nobody else.
“If these arms aren’t enough to deter our assailant, then maybe I should demonstrate my other assets,” Troy said as he turned around and flexed both of his arms. His titanic biceps and triceps bulged under his girlfriend’s rapt gaze, but when he playfully looked over his shoulder, he was well aware those were not the only attributes that he was showing off. His enormous shoulders were exceptionally wide even for someone of his great height, and with those cannonball delts he could shove in a scrum and barrel through opponents like no one else. The outrageously thick straps of his massive neck muscles were framed by a truly colossal pair of trapezius muscles, which bulged so enormously that their chiseled outlines were clearly visible through the dangerously thin fabric of his cropped shirt. Troy could almost feel his girlfriend’s hungry eyes travel from his bullish neck down his monstrously thick back, a relief map of mountainous muscles, that tapered from his impossibly wide lats to his impossibly narrow and shredded waist.
“What about these legs, baby?” Troy said as he flexed his mammoth hamstrings and then his gob-smackingly huge calves, which were damn near as massive as his colossal upper arms. “I can out sprint anybody and fuck them up before they could ever lay a finger on you,” Troy bragged as he stretched out his long, thickly-muscled legs. His bulging calves and his massive, rugby champion thighs were large and powerful and incredibly shapely, but he knew her attention would quickly go higher, because above those unbelievably massive pillars was a meaty bubble butt whose muscular cheeks stretched out his shorts to the max.
The dense, fan-like striations cutting across both massive, rock solid slabs of gorgeous butt meat could be clearly seen even through the overstretched fabric. Troy was wearing one of his custom-made, special-order jockstraps instead of underwear, so the dark fabric of his shorts also clung to the deep, deep cleft between those two glorious mounds of muscle, barely concealing the hot, damp, and perfectly haired valley between them. The humongous stud grinned even bigger as he remembered all of the times Addison had worshipfully explored his epic muscle ass, with her begging him to flex those mammoth butt cheeks, and then trying and failing to dent those almighty muscles with her gripping fingers. And Troy’s big, thundering heart sped up even more as he remembered the many times she had clung to his huge ass muscles for dear life as he thrust his legendary cock in and out of her like a big human pile driver made of pure muscle.
“Keep going,” Addison said in a breathy voice, and Troy could see her eyes had grown wider and her breathing had become faster and shallower.
“Alright, what about my big, juicy pecs?” Troy turned back to face her and partially lifted up his cutoff rugby shirt, revealing the rest of his incredible washboard abdomen and the great bulging undersides of his muscle-bloated pecs. “I can bench press more than a metric ton — for reps — and I can do a thousand military pushups in a row and hardly break a sweat. And if the SIZE of my giant jock pecs doesn’t scare a guy away, then I can simply hypnotize him by making these big babies dance for him.” Troy winked and grinned at Addison as he started bouncing his absolutely gigantic pectoral muscles, heaving up the great mass of one bloated pec with a mighty flex, then letting it ponderously fall while he flexed the other.
Addison always found the sight of Troy’s heavily bounding pecs to be positively mesmerizing, and the way that the bright moonlight gleamed off of the humongous muscles and made their thick dusting of coppery-brown hairs stand out turned the sight into a sublime and almost religious experience. As huge as Addison’s own magnificent breasts were, her giant tits were positively dwarfed by Troy’s titanic man boobs. Troy’s nipples looked like hard, eraser-sized nubs in the center of their coral-colored, quarter-sized areolas, but those thick, rubbery paps looked almost lost on the unimaginably vast expanse of those ponderous and outrageously huge pecs. Addison knew well how supremely thick and dense those almighty chest muscles were even in their most relaxed state, and how granite hard they became when they were flexed, so hard that she thought they might literally be able to deflect bullets.
“My chiseled abs are an unbreakable wall of muscle,” Troy continued, showing off his astonishingly cut and chiseled midsection and flexing it for his lady love. “Hell, they might as well be metal plated! A big dude could punch me in the gut all day long, and I wouldn’t even wince,” Troy said as he bunched a fist and slammed it hard into his clenched abdomen. The rippling and deeply chiseled muscles across his stomach barely moved under the powerful blow, and a low, beefy thump reverberated from the forceful impact. Troy had built this tough wall of natural armor to take anything an opposing rugby team could throw at him, and he knew from vast experience just how insanely strong he really was. He was also confident that he did not have a single ounce of unnecessary body fat anywhere on his iron hard muscles, and he greatly enjoyed the many times when Addison’s eager hands would explore the deeply etched lines of his expertly carved abs and utterly shredded serratus and oblique muscles with an awe bordering on worship.
Troy ran one of his own huge hands down the front of his tensing abs, stretching his taut and tanned skin and tracing the sexy treasure trail of auburn hairs that disappeared beneath the waistband of his tight shorts. “And if I ever am forced to beat an assailant to a pulp, you can use this washboard to clean the other guy’s blood off my shirt.” Troy flashed another pussy drenching smile as he rubbed his hands up and down his shredded abdominal muscles like he was scrubbing some clothes, though he was also purposely using the downward motion to let Addison’s eyes rove down across his abs to his ridiculously overstuffed shorts.
Standing there in all of his scantily-clad glory, Troy Cooper looked like all of the world’s greatest comic book super heroes had been combined together and then super sized, creating the most mammoth, majestic, and overwhelmingly masculine stud ever imagined.
But the handsome rugby hunk had yet another set of assets that he couldn’t help showing off to his gorgeous girlfriend.
“On top of all of that, I’m hung bigger than a horse!” Troy said with a cocky smirk, running one hand lasciviously over the massive bulge barely contained within his heroically straining shorts. “I’m bull blessed, and more than big enough to use my cock to bitchslap any perv hiding in the bushes.” The huge muscle titan snickered as he slowly pulled the waistband of his shorts down, just enough for Addison to see the impossibly thick root of his massive cock sticking out from his neatly trimmed auburn pubes. Addison stared right at his dick root, her mouth slightly agape and the cell phone trembling slightly in her hand. ‘Nothing like a little “dicknotism” to seal the deal,’ thought Troy as he released his waistband and lowered his shirt.
Addison clearly loved Troy’s devastatingly handsome face and outrageously muscular build, but she really went wild for the stud’s goliath cock. Troy had wooed and bedded far more than his fair share of pretty young things throughout high school and into his Freshman year in college, but no other woman had been able to handle his enormous jock cock like Addison. Not only could she accommodate his stupendous girth, but she could handle damn near all of his staggering, eye-popping, World Record obliterating 22-inch length! Troy was in love with Addison for so many reasons — her beauty, her intelligence, her charm, her kind and caring and loving nature — but he was also awed by her sexual vigor and flexibility. He had long known that he was going to propose to her the moment they graduated from college, for he had every intention of keeping the only woman he’d even known who could match his ferocity in bed.
“Well, we COULD have a quickie, I guess…” Addison trailed off with a sultry and coy look in her beautiful blue eyes. Troy knew that he was on the verge of coaxing her out of the car. He just needed one more show of strength to convince her, so he again turned towards the forest and flexed for his girl, giving the moonlit corn field his very best double biceps pose.
“Are you there, Mister Killer?” Troy hollered in his deep and rich voice. “Come out, come out wherever you are, Jack! Look over here! A huge, hot, bull hung stud of a man is standing right here waiting for you. Just your type. Let’s dance! What? Not gonna show your face? Too scared to take on a REAL man? Yeah, that’s what I thought! Shit, I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to fight me either,” Troy laughed and opened his titanically muscular arms invitingly to the forest. He knew there was nothing to worry about, and even if someone was hiding out here in the middle of nowhere this late, he could take them easily. His more than six and a half feet of height and well over a quarter ton of gigantic, bulging, rock hard muscles were more than enough to get just about anybody to back down.
“You see,” Troy said as he turned back around to his girlfriend. “It’s perfectly safe. There’s nobody out here.”
However, just as Troy spoke those last words, he saw Addison’s eyes suddenly widen in fear. While one hand continued to hold her cell phone, still recording the scene, her other hand shakily pointed into the nearby tree line.
“Troy, look out behind you!” she screamed, but it was already too late.
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