The G - Part 2

The G

Based on an original story by an unknown author

Part 2

The Bath Tub

I woke up to a feeling of something warm and massive moving beneath me. Half-dazed, I realized I was using Joe’s goliath chest as a pillow, my entire body draped over his supine form, and he was moving under me. He gently extricated himself from beneath me, my own considerable weight seemingly nothing to the huge man, and I heard him rise and walk away. Then there was a brief period of nothing when I drifted back to half-sleeping, and then I woke with a start. 

The first thing I remembered seeing when I opened my eyes to the gloom was him standing in front of the mirror. It turned out there was a closet behind it and he was taking out fresh towels. I could clearly feel the stains from yesterday on the bed sheets. It must have been past mid-day, judging from the light trying to stream in through the heavily window coverings. He was stark naked, and he was a gloriously beautiful sight. He turned to me and smiled before playfully throwing a towel at me. 

“Care to have a bath?” he asked, smiling. The dark was being sliced by thin slits of sun squeezing through the closed blinds, slicing narrow bands of light over his massive and majestic body, showing tantalizing parts of it. In a band of light, I could see his grin and the top of his mounding pecs. As he moved the light exposed narrow, whirling slices of his body. He turned around and his whole face appeared in the light. God, he was breathtakingly beautiful! 

This play of light was maddening, detailing his impossible dimensions as he moved with that incredible grace, a fluidity of motion so hard to reconcile with his spectacularly huge body. It was like the world itself moved out of the way to adjust to his passage. I could see great bulging curves forming in the half-light as he moved, walking around, tidying up the remains of yesterday. When he walked, you could really feel the floor shake, he was truly that huge. I realized that the floor must have been massively reinforced, as well as soundproofed, as I had never heard him walking around when I was on the gym floor downstairs. He was so impossibly huge, so unbelievably hard, but yet so fantastically agile. It is a difficult thing to describe — my merely human experience only had normal human concepts to use in describing perfection, never knowing of something like him. Grace does not even begin to describe it, now that I think of it. His body in motion had the determination of time itself. It was unspeakably powerful… and sexy beyond belief. I had all the invitation I needed. “Just let me deal with the call of nature,” I replied with a big smile of my own, and there was a chuckle from the gloom.

When I returned after locating what seemed like the only door in his apartment, he had opened the blinds halfway, exactly the proper illumination. He was still naked and walked over, no trace of any shame imposed by the taboos of society. They hardly applied to him anyway, I thought. “Oh boy…” It escaped my mouth before I could stop it. He just stood in front of me and looked at me quizzically. “Weren’t you… smaller?” I asked cautiously. It took him a moment to realize what I was getting at. 

There was absolutely no doubt about it; his cock was clearly flaccid, but now it was longer than it had been yesterday. It looked almost as long as it was when hard, and it was even slightly thicker than before. Only a few more inches and it would have reached his ankles. He looked down. 

“I thought you would be the last person to complain, David!” he said teasingly. “Maybe it’s just puffy with a morning high? Or maybe it gets bigger with exercise, just like the rest of me…” 

“Well, I hope it still fits your underwear,” I said. 

He just waved his huge hand. “I don’t wear any, but even if I did, I wouldn’t care. Bit of a problem if it started dragging on the floor, of course, but I know you wouldn’t mind…” he answered. I chose to take that as a joke, but after last night I couldn’t help wondering. It was quite an effort getting out of the bed, as I felt literally drained, but he left for the bathroom, and that was a good reason to hurry it up. 

When I followed him to the bathroom, I found him already sprawled in the huge recessed tub. He beckoned me to join him, and there was plenty of space, for the tub looked more like a jacuzzi or even a small pool. Like the rest of the flat, Joe’s bathroom was enormous, and I realized that it was located directly over the gym showers below, which made logical sense plumbing-wise. I stepped in the tub and the water was surprisingly hot, taking me a few minutes to get used to it. But thank God for hot baths, as my muscles began to relax almost immediately. 

He moved over a little, to make enough space for both of us. He still took up most of the space, displacing a hell of a lot of water. The warmth soothed me out of the morning drowsiness, and his enormous body, soaking right next to mine but not touching, took more and more of my attention. 

“Dang, even this huge tub is almost too small for the both of us!” I joked. He was looking at me, and I returned his captivating emerald gaze. He was breathing slowly, savoring the feeling of water on his skin and my presence beside him. It made his huge chest heave even larger, and his abs twitch just beneath the surface of the water. His gaze was somehow soft, his eyes looking relaxed. 

“Man, you’re monstrous!” I said in awe, mostly to myself. Unable to stand the small space between us, my hand had already found its way up his cobblestone abs and over his mountainous pecs. No matter how many times I did it, I couldn’t get over stroking them, simply for their stupendous size and gravity-defying shape, bulging several sizes too large for the skin stretched so thin and tight over them. He sighed approvingly as I stroked those massive muscular mounds. I used both hands to cup as much of his sagging, relaxed right pec as I could and hefted the massive half sphere of meat, and was staggered by its phenomenal weight, for the titanic slab of beef was even heavier than it looked! Joe then flexed his right pec for me, exhibiting awesome muscular control, and causing the huge mound to swell even bigger and take on the solidness of granite in a fraction of a second, a muscle so fantastically hard and solid that I would have wagered it could have deflected bullets! 

In a sudden fit of emotion and need, I embraced Joe around the chest, hugging as tightly to him as I could and burying my face in the thick muscular cables of his bison neck. I wrapped my large, muscular arms around as much of him as I could, but I could not manage to get my hands to meet across his impossibly broad back, a span of at least a foot still separating my reaching fingertips. The man was simply impossibly huge, probably more than 80 inches around the chest!  The heat coming off of him was incredible, and as I nuzzled against his mighty bull neck, I began to softly kiss and lick the side of his neck. I could more feel than hear Joe moan beneath my body, his massive chest nearly rumbling with the low, vibrating sound. I traveled slowly down his throat, his dark beard stubble lightly grating against my cheek as I reached the deep, deep crevice between his mammoth pecs. He flinched to the feel of my tongue wiggling into that deep, hairy cleft, which made his pecs twitch and puff up, and then slowly relax. I explored the fascinating bulges and cords that appeared under his skin with each flex, the magnificent chest muscles feeling as grainy to the touch as they looked. I could feel his slow but very powerful heartbeat thundering beneath nearly a full foot thickness of impossibly huge pec meat, and my hands wandered up and down his back, feeling the impossible bulges and curves of his magnificent muscles. 

My lips and tongue started exploring upwards once again, following his pulse up one side of his throat, and then exploring under his large, prominent chin, the dense and prickly beard stubble adding to the almost ridiculously masculine shape of his heavy and powerful jawline. I sensuously kissed that enormous, prominent chin, slowly working my way up to his face. I pulled back for a moment, and our eyes locked. So much emotion and feeling was transferred between us in that eternal moment, our souls feeling like they were blending as one. And then we both lunged forward and kissed each other for the very first time. 

I have to admit that I’m an expert kisser, and I’ve had some very passionate encounters in my past, but nothing compared to the kiss that passed between the two of us in that moment. Our mouths locked like we were two starving men, and our only form of sustenance was each other. Our powerful tongues battled for supremacy, with both of us winning, as we sought to devour each other through our mouths. I could feel Joe’s huge hands clutching and kneading at my back, his massive arms holding me in a tight embrace as my own arms tried in vain to feel and grasp all of him at once. 

I had never felt such an aching, all-consuming need in my life, nor had I ever felt so needed by someone else before. The feeling was indescribable. 

I have no sense of how long we made out in the bathtub like that, but it was long enough that my lips felt a little puffy and swollen afterwards. We finally pulled back from each other, just enough to stare into each other’s eyes again. My hands were gripping as much of the dense muscles over his scapulae as I could when Joe started to shift his weight and move. He pulled his arms out of the water, looking like two massive pythons rising up from the deep, and raised his massive arms above his head. This action made his enormous lats spread out even more, forcing my hands farther and father apart from each other, and making the large bands of his intercostal muscles pop out through his skin like long narrow cobblestones of deeply striated steel. Reaching around his upper back, I discovered that I had new bulges to feel. My hands eagerly stroked up and down his chiseled flanks, and then squeezed his jutting lats, which were so unbelievably heavy and dense that they were nearly a full foot thick from front to back. 

I enjoyed every second of it. 

I finally looked him right in his emerald green gaze and said, “What’s this thing you do with your eyes?” 

He laughed, which made his lats jump even larger still. He looked back at me and said, “What, this?” And then something happened, a strange and subtle shift, and for a few seconds it kept going and growing. I felt like my whole body was glowing, and there was a tingle all up and down my spine, a deeply pleasurable sensation that was accompanied by a odd feeling of heaviness focused in my chest and belly, and then spreading into my loins as well. Then it suddenly stopped. It was such a surprise that I realized I had stopped stroking him, and then I continued once more, our gazes still locked. He grunted approvingly, but… it… was gone. He closed his brilliant green eyes again, leaning his head back against the edge of the tub, clearly enjoying this time together as much as I was. 

He pressed his huge hands together above our heads as I felt upwards, bringing my hands up his back, over the deeply separated muscles of his colossal deltoids, and up and over his mammoth triceps. His enormous biceps literally inflated themselves into huge balls of freaky flesh, and he wasn’t even flexing. I felt them over, full, huge, heavy, but still hanging loose from his frame, completely relaxed. They stretched his skin in patterns I never imagined possible. The water made his skin slippery, and I groped his still hanging football-sized flesh madly, trying to get a hold onto its too too large bulk. The feeling was so overwhelmingly sexual that it made me completely forget about the two feet of his soft, submerged cock that I could feel brushing up against my leg. 

“I’d be afraid to flex…” I whispered to myself. 

“You mean, like this?” Joe said and flexed his biceps. They jumped up, swelling dramatically, and in the position his arms were in, they looked even bigger than the night before. “Sweet Jesus!” I exclaimed, and started squeezing the huge ballooning mounds of his magnificent biceps. Their sheer massive size was maddening, it was clear that he must have had more strength in those two bicep muscles than I had in my entire body! 

“One of these days, you’re gonna pump it too big…” I began to say.  

He just chuckled in response and said, “There’s no such thing as too big.” 

I looked at him, a stunned look in my eyes. His eyes were still closed. “So how big do you want to get?!” I asked incredulously.

He opened his sparkling green eyes and looked at me. “Just, bigger…” he responded. I could not help but let my imagination wander. Bigger? BIGGER?! But, as I said, I was a believer,  especially since the proof was right here, under my squeezing and exploring hands. 

“Speaking of which, I think I’ll need a hand…” he said, and looked down. So did I. It was blatantly obvious he was starting to get a hardon again. He had spread his huge legs apart to make space for his cock to stretch freely over the bottom of the expansive tub, and the water and soap foam could not hide that it already reached nearly as far as his legs did. I gasped at the shocking sight. 

“I always did want to know how big it really gets…” he said rather nonchalantly, while I gaped in open mouthed wonder. 

“Well, now you know,” I said in a rather breathy voice. “You’ve got the the biggest cock in the entire world!” 

He laughed that raspy laugh of his again and said, “Actually, I’ve known that since I was 14 years old. But today, it does not mean the same thing. I really liked what we did yesterday, and I’d like more of it.” I just looked at him, not understanding at first, but his eyes were closed once more and he was now continued breathing more deeply. I reached down his rock solid abs under the water and held him around the base of his gigantic man tool. 

“Well, who am I to argue?” I said, a lop-sided grin on my face. 

“No… I… You misunderstand…” he started, sounding almost embarrassed and with an adorably shy look on his overwhelmingly handsome and masculine face. And then it dawned on me what he meant, and I looked at him, the surprise clear on my face. 

“You mean…!” He nodded before I finished. 

“Oh come ON!! You can’t be SERIOUS!!” I just couldn’t believe it! He wanted more of his own cock! He wanted it BIGGER!! “You ungrateful fucking… Don’t you think you’ve got it big enough?! You’ve already got more cock mass than ten of my big horse cocks combined!! And you want MORE!?! Well fuck, just how big do you want it then?!” I was sure nothing could surprise me any more, but was I wrong! 

“It is not what I want, it is what I have. It’s what you want,” he said, his green eyes boring into mine. 

This was utter madness. And the most maddening thing of all was that I liked it! But too much is too much, I thought with some dwindling rational part of my brain, and I quickly uttered another word. It was something of a ‘safe word’, a word that was supposed to cancel out the hypnotic suggestions I’d planted the night before. But Joe only laughed. “You’re not that naive and you know it,” he said, his smile making his green eyes twinkle. I was beginning to get scared, but then I noticed that his eyes held a look of… well, ‘invulnerability’ is the best word I can use to describe it — and I knew that I couldn’t have done anything to this man if he hadn’t willed it to be so. 

“What are you doing?” I asked, my pulse thundering in my throat, but he only smiled. I let my hands search under water and grasp his pole once more. His hands were also under water, and I could feel him pumping his cock near the base. I could clearly feel it getting longer and thicker with every squeeze, and then ebbing back slightly, but always a bit larger than before. He obviously believed he could pump it even bigger than it had gotten last night! 

“Careful, I don’t want to come,” he said as my hands traveled up and down that hardening staff of man meat. I could almost hear the rest of it in my head — ‘There are some places even I can’t go.’ 

The foam had dispersed somewhat, allowing me a less obstructed view of the trouser beast swelling below the water. I propped myself up to look at his massive hose, and even though the water’s distortion I could tell that the bulbous head of his monumentally bloated cock was now extending past his feet! Desperate to see more of Joe’s massive cock, I reached over and pulled the plug out, letting the hot water quickly start to drain down the spigot. 

“The tape measure is right there,” he beckoned with a nod of his handsome head, his deep voice growing huskier with need. I noticed the cloth tape sitting in the soap holder. I plunged my hand back into the water and found his enormous fist clenched around the base of his cock. I wrapped my hand over his much larger one, squeezing as well. 

“Yes, do it, stud! Pump it up… Yes, more… More…! Come on, you big bull! Pump up that monster between your legs…” I realized with a start that it was ME cheering him on, for I didn’t even recognize my own voice at first. I had abandoned any semblance of caution and was letting my deepest desires take over. 

I also realized that the swellings were getting larger and the ebbings smaller as he kept on flexing his cock and manually pumping more blood into it with his hands. But something was strange here. He must have already been bigger than yesterday, and yet he was still not as hard! I had the sudden and earth-shattering realization that the fucking thing had probably never distended to anything approaching its full size before yesterday, and that it still hadn’t yet achieved its maximum dimensions! Holy shit, just how much bigger was Joe’s monster cock going to get!?! 

I let go and he shifted, ending up sitting on his heels with his knees wide apart. The water was still high and his crotch remained submerged. I looked at him, and he was still madly pumping his cock, and I wondered if he would just keep going on until…

“Shit, what are you trying to do!?” worry clear in my voice. 

“Damn it, I don’t care if it bursts!” he growled, startling me. 

Those words broke some sort of barrier inside of me, and I suddenly went into full beast mode. 

“Then make it burst, you fucking freak! I want to see that huge cock of yours explode!” I blurted out, and gave myself the fright of a lifetime! What was I saying?! I realized I was shaking. But it wasn’t terminal fear… it was terminal lust. He continued wheezing and grunting and pumping it up, and another me took and unwrapped the tape measure. The hot water helped dilate his blood vessels and improve circulation, and this inflated his cock even further. I could now see the huge, bloated giant of his cock shaft slowly emerging out of the retreating water like some veiny, prehistoric beast as more and more of the lower half of Joe’s mammoth body came into view. He was holding both hands around the base of his cock, strangling his cock in a mighty choke hold as he forced more and more blood into his straining phallus. It looked as if he was holding a bent cannon shaft, which was getting exposed further and further as the water continued to drain. 

“Oh yeah… more… MORE, you handsome bull…!” I mumbled on. Joe’s colossal cock was all skewed and bent, shiny skin stretched tighter than the surface of a drum, with several very visible discolorations running lengthwise down the shaft that could only have been stretch marks. Stretch marks!?! Jesus!!! He was wincing, for his cock must have been engorged to the point of some serious pain. 

The water continued to go down, and suddenly the entire magnificent penis was revealed.

“Oh my FUCK!!” I managed to blurt out. I thought I would pass out! It was fucking impossible! 

He growled, panting. “I want you… to measure it… when I come. I’ll… hold off… I’ll try…” I was at the end of the line anyway, measuring tape grasped in one hand, punishing my own cock with my other hand. 

“Yeah… C’mon… Flex it…” I heard myself saying, jacking off my own cock so fast that I was cramping with the effort. 

“Arghh!! I’m… I’m doing it…” he shouted, and I couldn’t hold it off any longer. The water had drained almost completely and I plugged the hole with the last bit of consciousness I still had, keeping a few inches of water in the tub. His grotesquely inflated meat stretched what looked like a full yard in front of him. It was now so monstrously big that I was sure Joe himself couldn’t reach all the way to its head. 

And then I came. It was so violent and stuffed into such a short span of time that I actually blacked out for a few seconds. My huge balls must have been working overtime since last night, for when I came to, my own cum was dripping down my hair and off of my big, muscular chest, more cum than I can ever remember pumping out in one go in my entire life! Joe meanwhile was still in the same pose with his eyes half shut, his titanic muscles trembling, his huge, muscular hands clenching the base of his almighty bull cock so hard that I feared he might pinch it right off! 

I didn’t make a sound as I took the tape measure and kneeled at the ready. I could tell that Joe was about to cum just by looking at himself, and at his humongous cock. He slowly stroked it with both hands, stretching as far as he could reach, muttering to himself in the deepest, sexiest voice I had ever heard. 

“Ooohhh…! Look at me…! I’m the fucking biggest…! Fucking elephant cock…!” he said, mesmerized by the gigantic fleshy sword protruding so huge and hard from his straining groin. 

It was so freakishly distended that it had turned a dark red, and the great purple head had an almost brown hue to it from all of the trapped blood. A fantastic network of veins criss-crossed the entire length of the colossal shaft, some thicker than my own pinky fingers, and looking like they mighty burst right through the skin at any moment. The big piss-slit at the tip of his swollen glans was gaping open so huge that I could have easily shoved one of my thick fingers in to the hilt. The thick hood of foreskin was stretched and retracted over six inches, making a lighter band of skin right below the glistening, swollen head. The skin of his cock was in fact stretched so tight it looked like glass, and the skin of his crotch was pulled over the base of his cock so that the part with the little hair he had was around the base. 

“Get ready!” he hissed through a clenched jaw, and I stretched the tape beside it. Then he slowly went into that ‘flex it all’ pose. Titanic cables of muscle erupted all over his chest and arms, but I knew he was actually posing, showing off his cock. The sight got me so hot that I thought I was going to burst into flames. He grasped his meat firmly around the base holding, one end of the tape in place, and did something I’ll remember for the rest of my life. He rose up on one knee, holding his cock aloft with his left hand, and then, pushing out his crotch, did a one-armed biceps pose with his massive right arm, holding what looked to be at least three feet of his impossibly bloated fuck meat up in the air. I stumbled toward him and held the great weight of his cock up with both hands, allowing him to rise up on both knees and freeing his left arm into its own flexing biceps pose. It looked like a massive steel beam of flesh, curving gently upwards, and I had to stand up to get to the tip of his cock with the tape. 

“I’m so big…! I’m so fucking BIG…! I’m big as a fucking HOUSE…!” he said, wincing in clear erotic agony. He stopped flexing his massive guns, almost toppling over, before grasping the base of his cock once more. He was still trying to pump it even bigger! 

“Burst you fucking…!” he shouted, his voice sounding like a plea and a command in one. 

“Ohhh…! Oh shit…! I’m… AAAAHHH!!' he shouted. He was cumming. I could actually feel his entire rock-solid bull cock shudder as the first wave of orgasmic bliss washed over him. And I swear, I could feel him getting even HARDER!! He shouted, and continued wailing uncontrollably, and then he did another double biceps pose, bellowing like an animal. I felt his jizz racing up his huge, thick cum tube like an oil well being tapped for the first time, and then it just suddenly burst out of his humongous piss-slit as a single shaft of white, hot, shimmering liquid, blasting out like a garden hose turned on high. It was the most violent, powerful, and insanely copious cum load I had ever seen, overshadowing even both of Joe’s monumental orgasms from the night before. His humongous cock bucked and reared in my supporting hands like some bucking bronco, and I held on as best I could, afraid that if I dropped his cock, the massive schlong would snap right off at the base just from its own staggering weight. The sheer volume of impossibly thick and chunky nut slop spraying out of his cock didn’t help matters, for both his cock and my own body were soon coated in the slick goo, making my grip even more precarious. And though the bulk of the super human load was blasting out all over the white tiled bathroom, enough of the funky stuff was landing inside the tub that it was making my footing unsure as well. Desperately trying to stay upright and hold his spasming cock aloft, I continued trying to hold him and stretch the measuring tape at the same time, endless huge spurts of cum continuing to splatter all over the place. He was now in a most muscular pose and flexing madly, cramping, as still more massive gobs of his juice continued spewing from his pole, wincing with every flex. I swear his pecs pumped up more and more with every pulse of his mammoth cock! 

I can’t tell you how long Joe’s monumental orgasm lasted. I was too busy valiantly trying to stay on my feet and support the man’s colossal cock, but he had to have shot dozens and DOZENS of spectacular ropes of cum. Even his massive baby makers, each bigger than an overgrown coconut, didn’t seem large enough to have held such a super human volume of spume, but the proof was now dripping down almost every surface in the oversized bathroom, and — incredibly! — even from the ceiling overhead! 

It took quite some time for Joe to finally catch his breath, I kept right on stroking him, very, very slowly. He panted for several long moments, and then propped himself up slowly, while I lowered his spear of meat down into the tub. A look of real pain was etched across his devastatingly handsome face, and as I gazed down at his hyper inflated cock, I realized that my worst fear had come to pass. Joe’s world-shaking orgasm seemed to have pumped his monster to the maximum possible limit… and now it wouldn’t go down! It was hard as stone and completely inflexible, like a huge iron bar, and it radiated heat like a furnace. 

“Shit…!” Joe growled. “It’s so hard it burns!” Now that my hazy stupor has subsided a bit, I could get a look at the situation with a little more sanity. I found the tape measure again, hidden beneath several inches of a cum and water slurry in the bottom of the tub. I suspected that the hyper inflated condition wouldn’t last very long, or at least so I hoped. There are no words to describe how he looked, as something like him has never been seen before. 

His cock was extraordinarily thick along its entire length, but especially in the middle, where it flattened and widened, and bent upwards. It was over 3.5 inches wide at the base, the narrowest part of his shaft, but expanded to about 5 inches wide at mid shaft. Joe’s mega cock was very nearly 16 inches around at the thickest part, far FAR too large to fit into any human orifice, yet it did not look extremely thick simply because it was now a mind blowing 39 inches long! Yup, that’s right, a full three and a quarter FEET of monstrous bull cock!! It had grown almost 9 full inches since the previous evening!! Part of me hoped that that was as big as Joe’s inhuman bull cock could get… while another part of me prayed that I could coax it into growing even BIGGER! 

The cock head was beyond huge, a blunt, fearsome bulb of flesh bigger than one of my own fists! The helmet-shaped head was longer than it was wide, though the ridge of his flaring corona expanded almost like a cobra’s hood, nearly equalling the width of the widest part of the massive shaft. The skin of the glans was a dark purple and shone like glass, yet stretch marks showed through even here, looking an even darker purple against the surrounding tissues. There were dozens and dozens more stretch marks on the skin of the shaft, particularly in the middle where the shaft was at its thickest. The whole shaft was dark red with irritation, swollen and distended to insane dimensions, and so covered in thick, tortuous veins that it looked positively lumpy. 

In short, his cock was distorted, distended, inhuman, monstrous, grotesque, misshapen, hideous… and absolutely fucking beautiful. Couple that with a massive body literally exploding with muscle and a face more breathtakingly handsome than any model or actor or super hero in history, and big Joe Fiedler was my greatest sexual fantasy come to impossible life! 

He suddenly rose out of the tub and lay with his lower back pressed against the tub’s edge. He caught me around my slender, muscular hips and pulled me toward him, and I instantly knew what he wanted. “But, I’ve ne…” I said in protest, but the handsome muscle bull would not be denied. He grabbed my diamond hard cock, practically pulling me in, so I ended holding his knees apart while he stroked his pole, which was sticking up in the air right over him. He was fantastically flexible and it made his thighs, which were bigger around than my chest, produce such bulges it was just incredible to look at them. 

My cock slick moist from my cum and his, and it dug into the deep, deep cleft between Joe’s titanic ass cheeks, the blazing heat of him feeling amazing on my rampant dick. He relaxed his colossal glutes, practically pulling me into him, and the second I touched his puckered hole, he squeezed me in with his massive legs. Now keep in mind that my cock is no small fry, that I’m a full 13 inches long with awesome thickness, yet his tight and insanely powerful ass devoured my cock like it was nothing. He just gave a hard push, and suddenly I was in to the hilt! I almost swooned at the sensation, his muscular guts feeling like a wet, silky blast furnace on my straining cock, and the muscular walls of his shit chute expertly stroking and milking my eager dick. 

Joe started slowly stroking himself, shifting slightly, which made his innards do a most incredible massage, helped by his twitching glutes. I bent forward, pressing my lean and muscular crotch as tight against his unyielding buttocks as I could, almost like I was trying to force my huge balls inside of him as well. Joe’s own, much larger balls were trapped between our two pumping bodies, crushed against his own groin, yet the mammoth orbs felt like they were made out of some sort of hard rubber, barely deforming in the slightest no matter how hard I slammed my pelvis into his. Those were some freakishly tough bull nuts indeed! 

Joe’s behemoth cock shaft was right there in front of my face, so I leaned forward and starting licking and kissing as much of that monster meat as I could get within range. I then held it with one hand close to the head and started stroking it with hands, lips, and tongue. The second I took hold of the mighty schlong, barely being able to hold its great weight aloft, he held me by the right shoulder. At the first stroke he moaned and squeezed his hand so hard I thought he would crumple me, but he stopped just short of powdering my shoulder joint. Still, it hurt, but that didn’t deter me at all. 

Then both of us started stroking, and I started pumping, both of us working like a well oiled machine, quickly finding a rhythm as if we’d been fucking each other all our lives. Then it got faster and faster, and there were grunts, moans, dirty talk and encouragements. And then I felt it coming from my toes upwards, and he bellowed as I redoubled the speed, and he squeezed his muscles hard, including the one I was fucking, and it hurt, almost to the point of exceeding the unbelievable pleasure I was feeling. I could feel my big muscular shoulder getting to the point of nearly jumping out of its socket. I felt myself cum with such force that it burnt, and I spurted what had to be at least twenty times, breeding my muscle god’s extraordinary ass with my prime stud cum. 

At the same time, I felt him shuddering from the inside, and I felt his beyond huge balls move against my gut, convulsing and contracting as they began to pump their cum up the length of his gigantic shaft. Then we were both sprayed as the cum erupted from his cock, the volcanic deluge splashing across the walls and then, then I felt I could breathe no more as I came AGAIN, a good dozen huge spurts more. I almost fell backwards because he spread his legs. My still rock hard cock plopped out of him with a clearly audible sucking as he continued stroking and milking himself, and I continued shooting all over him. 

When I came back to the living, I still felt convulsions in my balls from my sixth orgasm in less than 24 hours. Joe’s cum from his fourth super-human orgasm was still streaming down his cock in mighty rivers, and his cock was now smaller but still half-hard, and lying over his right arm, while his left was rubbing our combined juices into his abs and pecs. I crawled over to him and leaned over him. He then opened his eyes, looking straight into mine, and I felt like my whole body was a bell struck with a hammer in order to sound its best tone ever. It was like for a second I was everywhere and then in a flash of light collected myself back into my body. I felt something huge and warm beneath me and around me and behind my ear, and awoke to find him kissing me all over my neck and shoulder, and hugging me down tight against his colossal chest. The strange but absolutely incredible feeling was still there seconds after, disappearing somewhere in my toes and fingers. 

I had never been so happy and contented in my whole life. 

Never letting go of me, Joe reached around me and pulled the plug, letting the sludge of our mixed cum swirl down the drain with a loud and messy sucking sound. He turned the water on again, washing down the bulk of our nut butter, before replacing the plug and letting the tub fill with hot water once more. A little later, we were once more submerged almost to our necks in a hot bath, and this time we focused on getting a really good wash. 

“Why me?” I asked him finally. I had just finished using a wash cloth to clean the vast expanse of his magnificent back, exploring his gorgeous panoply of outrageously bloated muscles, and was now busy scrubbing and cleaning the deep well of his hairy armpit, with Joe assisting me by holding one of his mammoth arms aloft. 

He sighed, and then chuckled silently to himself. “That’s going to be challenging to explain…” he said, gazing at my through half closed eyelids, “…but I’ll try my best over breakfast.” 

About half an hour later, I discovered that, on top of everything else, Joe was also a fantastic cook! It took him about 15 minutes to dry off and jump into some very baggy sweatpants, and then whip up some mouth watering concoction. I meanwhile threw on yesterday’s clothes, which had miraculously escaped being slashed by any of our many cum loads, and rushed downstairs to retrieve my tools and backpack from the gym locker room. Fortunately, no one was in the locker room at that moment, and my belongings were still sitting there on the bench exactly where I’d left them, so I was also to retrieve my stuff and rush back upstairs with no one the wiser. 

Once I got back, it was very easy and comfortable to sit at the table across from Joe, his utterly massive upper body still naked and exposed in all of its magnificent glory, and dive into the delicious salad he’d made. After the last 18 hours or so, I was in desperate need for some sustenance, and this was really delicious, egg, pickles and a ton of tuna, with very good seasoning. He’s also made us some large protein smoothies and had also poured us some tall glasses of water, and I quickly gulped down several large swallows of both fluids, as well as a few big bites of the salad, all the while studying the unimaginably handsome and muscular god of a man sitting across from me. 

Joe was munching down his meal with focus and determination, the huge heap of food in front of him methodically becoming smaller. My meal portion was large, but Joe’s was immense, at least three or four times the size of what was on my plate, which stood to reason — this guy must burn through calories like a blow torch! And while anyone might have expected that a man of Joe’s colossal size would eat like a pig, stuffing food into his face, they would have been surprised that just the opposite was true. Joe ate with an almost surgical precision, never fast or rushed, yet still demolishing his meal at a rapid rate. His movements were… strange, in a way… no, ‘different’ might be a better word. I realized this was not surprising — his shoulders were wider than the table, his proportions so off the spectrum from the human norm that one could expect that he had his own special way of moving. 

He noticed I was looking. 

“What?” he asked, winking at me and with a warm smile on his achingly handsome face. 

“Well, for starters, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but there are several unusual things about you…” I started, and he almost spit up the mouthful of water he was drinking as he started laughing. 

“Obviously, you must look at yourself in the mirror from time to time,” I continued, undaunted, “and I think you don’t see someone like me reflected in it. And then there’s that… well… whatever you did back there. It felt…” I was now at a loss for words, and Joe wasn’t laughing any more. “I think you owe me some sort of explanation, don’t you? Such as why you’ve chosen me?” I finished. 

“Ah, yes, I suppose some sort of explanation is in order,” Joe said as his expressive green eyes studied my face. “But first of all, give yourself some credit, David,” he said, and I was just about to tell him he’s not getting away with a load of bull, but he stopped me by continuing. “You’re a staggeringly handsome young man, and you have an absolutely gorgeous body. But more than that, there’s a depth and a gentleness to you that I noted the very first time I saw you. So as for why I chose YOU, well, that’s because of the amazing person that you are.” 

He whisked away a few more mouthfuls before continuing. “Only a big muscle man knows what a real man is, how to touch him, how to worship him, how to pleasure him. I’ve searched my whole life for a muscle man who could understand me, who could cope with my unusual size and even more unusual manhood, and who I could worship and pleasure in turn. Others have tried to fill that role, but they have all failed… until you. You are not afraid of knowing who and what you are, and knowing exactly what you want and not be afraid to go for it.” 

I didn’t exactly get where he was going with this, but there was something in it… 

“Most men I’ve tried to get to know, even the really big boys, have been too intimidated by me. And when they’ve seen me naked, most have run screaming, and more than a few have simply passed out.” I could completely understand that concept, as even now I felt a little light headed drinking in his spectacular size and overwhelming male beauty from across the table. “None of them could get past my size, none of them could allow themselves to open up and embrace their true fantasies. I had been hurt and disappointed and rejected so many times that I had completely given up on bonding with another man… until you came along.” 

He put his fork down, and then he put his elbows on the table, clasped his hands together and lowered his head down, his forehead resting on his hands. It made his mounding pecs bunch up so that his big chin dug into them, and his massive traps swelled and rose up to the level of his ears. His boulder-sized shoulders bifurcated into multiple huge wedges of thick, corded muscle, and his herculean arms swelled enormously, even though he wasn’t even flexing them. Joe sighed, but it ended in that raspy throaty chuckle of his. “What do you think would happen if I went down those stairs and into that gym, right now, bare chested and striped to the waist?” he asked without rising his head. “I’ve done that a few times, you know, when I was younger, and much smaller…” 

That was really difficult to imagine, but it must have been a hell of a sight. He lifted his head back up and resumed eating, finishing his meal. I knew he didn’t expect an answer. 

“Most of them would be shocked and surprised that they sported a hardon, which they would not even admit to themselves. A few would, the ones with a natural inclination toward being attracted to men, but they would suffer the worst consequences, experiencing an obsession that they might never quit. And imagine if I wasn’t wearing ANYthing? That’s simply the effect I have on other men, gay or straight, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it… except wear the baggiest of clothing at all times, and ensure that no one sees more of me than my face, and not even that, if I can help it. Only YOU have been able to get past all of that, and see me for who I am, and embrace all of the freakiness that comes with it.” 

I suddenly found it hard to swallow the food I had in my mouth, as my mouth had suddenly gone dry. I gulped more of my water to try to clear my throat, and listened with rapt attention as Joe continued. 

“Besides, if the guys downstairs saw just how massive and muscular I am, they’d all be juicing themselves up to their ears within a week.” 

His words reminded me of a question that had been nagging me since the first time I had seen Joe walk into the gym all of those weeks ago. 

“So, then you say you’re not on the juice?” I asked, cautiously, trying to keep the obvious skepticism out of my voice. He couldn’t possibly think I’d believe that his titanic build was natty, could he? 

He chuckled again, such a deep baritone rumble that I once again felt it in my aching balls. “I was really starting to wonder when you were going to ask that! That’s a question most people ask me within minutes of meeting me, but we’ve spent the better part of an entire day together, and you’re only just now asking me. Clearly, I’ve underestimated you again, it seems. First, I’ll address a question that you haven’t asked yet, and that is yes, of course there have been others before you, but no one has ever felt right until you. And if I was asking you that question, I’m sure your answer would be the same.” I blushed deeply at his words, feeling butterflies in my stomach that I hadn’t felt since I was a teenager. Joe meanwhile chugged almost his entire glass of water before refilling it again and continuing. “And to answer the question that you did ask me, the answer is ‘no’.” 

I laughed out loud — I couldn’t help it. I am genetically blessed more than any man really has the right to be, and even I had done a few cycles over the years to achieve my big, hulking, muscular size. There was simply no WAY that this colossal beast of muscle in front of me could have achieved his monumental size without the assistance of chemical enhancements! Right?! Joe simply just clasped his huge hands below his big, square, beard-stubbled chin and looked at me with his steady green gaze. 

When I stopped laughing, he said, “Not that I didn’t try it. I did, once, in my late teens. Even though I was already larger than anyone I’d ever met, I wanted to be even bigger, and I figured taking steroids was a shortcut to get there. But it ended up going down the toilet, together with everything I ate for the next five days… But here, let me show you something…” 

Joe gracefully got up from the table and walked to the far side of the room. I forced myself to look away from his exposed back, so incredibly wide over a waist only slightly bigger around than one of his colossal arms. Instead I looked around at his place. No walls, except for the partial walling off of the bed, and the separate toilet and bathroom. No doors if it could be helped. And no wonder, for in any normal home, he simply would not fit. But I also noted that his home was spartan, lacking in all but the most basic furnishings, with few if any personal touches, like artwork or photos on the wall. When he doubled back, I was not so successful, for I was mesmerized by the rolling motion of his walk, the heavy bounce of his titanic pecs, and the way his deeply chiseled abdominal muscles bulged and flexed with his slightest motion. I also could not help but notice the clear outline of his limp and flaccid super cock, dangling down the left leg of his pants with the big, bulbous head tapping just a few inches above his ankle. 

He gave me a picture that had seen better days. I didn’t see it at first, but… 

“Wait, that’s YOU?!” 

“Yes, that’s me,” Joe said, a somewhat sad and wistful smile on his devastatingly handsome face. “I had just turned 14 in that picture.” 

The photo showed a tall and lanky boy whose bones looked several sizes too large for his frame, particularly through his shoulders. He was wearing nothing but board shorts, and even though he was lean and lanky without a since ounce of fat on him, there was already a hell of a lot of muscle visible on that oversized frame, far more than any lad should possess at only 14 years old. Talk about raw genetic potential — the young man in this photo had the most amazing natural genetics I had ever seen! But the face was definitely his, younger and boyish, lacking the insanely pronounced jawline and chiseled features of the man I knew today, but still devastatingly handsome nonetheless. The young Joe Fiedler in that photo looked sad and shy and embarrassed, and both of his big hands were clasped over his groin, trying (and failing) to fully disguise the enormous bulge that resided there. 

“My mother died when I was very young, and my father raised me in a strict and very conservative household. He had no time for emotions and feelings, certainly not love, and he beat me frequently, often for no reason I could discern. Needless to say, we never developed a close relationship, and I remained a shy introvert throughout my entire childhood and adolescence.” 

“The other kids used to call me ‘bones’, even when I was in grade school, as I was always tall and lanky for my age. Puberty hit me really early as well, right about at age 8, so I was filling out and growing hair in my armpits and around my crotch WAY before the other kids did. And yes, I had discovered jacking off at that tender age, too.” Joe chuckled as he reflected on his extraordinary and tortured past. “It was right around the time of this photo that I saw another man’s hardon for the first time, and that’s when I realized how very different I was from the other boys. That’s the first time I ever measured my cock, and it was already 14 inches long, flaccid. I also figured that my cock must be broken, for it never grew nearly as hard as that of other men. I could still pleasure myself, jack off, even orgasm, but my cock never grew more than half hard. My balls were also already growing huge by that point, eat nut the size of a tennis ball and growing bigger all the time. My manhood quickly became yet another source of shame and embarrassment for me…” 

I simply couldn’t find the words. My heart ached for Joe, and I wanted more than anything to reach through that photo and give the troubled, depressed young teen in that picture a big hug, and assure him that everything would be alright. 

“My development hit a second wave, almost like a second puberty, at around 15, and I started filling out at a very rapid pace. Even if I had done nothing, I’m sure I would have grown far beefier than any other kid my age. But at this point, I finally began to embrace my large size, and I started lifting weight at that point, wanting to see how big I could grow. And from that point, my growth was simply explosive. So much so that, by the time I turned 16, I had gained well over 100 pounds of muscle. I remember I just couldn’t stop eating!” Joe chuckled again at the memory. 

“But by this point, I dwarfed my own father. He was a big man, fearsomely strong, too, but now I was bigger and stronger than him, and I realize now that he had begun to fear me. He packed me up and sent me off to boarding school, and I never did see him in person again, not returning home until after he died a few years back. And in some ways, I can’t even blame him for shipping me off, because at the age of 16 I was already over 300 pounds of wild teenager meat! If nothing else, I’d empty the contents of the pantry every few days!” he laughed.  

“I continued lifting weights in boarding school, and in college as well. I didn’t want to stop. Everything on me grew, and by the time I was 18, my limp cock was 20 massive inches long. I also discovered that, as my body grew larger and stronger, so too did my hardons. I’m not sure if it had to do with hormones or blood supply or what, but the bottom line was that more muscle equalled a harder cock. And I desperately wanted my huge cock to get as hard as those of the other guys I would spy on campus or in the showers or at the gym.” 

“That’s how I got interested in the juice. I was already by far the biggest and beefiest guy in school, but I wanted to take it a step further. I don’t even remember exactly what kind of steroid or chemical that I bought, but I do remember that the guy I bought it from thought I was crazy, judging by the way he looked me over from head to toe. Anyway, I gave it a shot — right into my beefy left glute, as a matter of fact — and almost immediately began to fall violently ill. I was puking my guts out and suffering a high fever for days before I finally checked into the local hospital, suffering from severe dehydration. It was quite a shock as well, for I had never been sick in my life. And I mean, like ever. I’ve never even had a cold. I ended up being in the hospital for almost a full week, and lost more than 30 pounds in the process…” 

Joe’s tale was harrowing, but more than that, I found that I believed him utterly, and was having the growing awareness that this beyond-herculean stud of bull muscle in front of me was one hundred percent natural, possessing what had to be the freakiest genetics in human history! I wondered what that doctor must have thought all those years ago, seeing this extraordinarily massively muscular teen stumble into the hospital. As if he read my thoughts, Joe continued. “The doctor gave me a thorough once over, and man, was HE surprised! He wanted to do a study on me and write up a paper for a medical journal, but I didn’t like the idea of attracting any more attention than I already did. I recovered from my illness, and have never again touched any chemicals, supplements, or hormones…” 

Joe took another long drink, this time of his protein shake, and then said, “Anyway, my body chemistry is just… different. The doctor warned me that if I ever tried to juice again, it might kill me. Severe dehydration and nausea, possibly even anaphylactic shock. So that’s never again been a temptation. Besides, it’s not as if I need any help packing on the pounds anyway! I’d probably keep on gaining some muscle even if I didn’t lift a finger, as that’s just how my body is built. And it’s practically impossible for me to accumulate fat — my metabolism is apparently set on permanent overdrive, and the very few times I’ve managed to over eat (which, admittedly, is a very relative term for me), I’ve suffered indigestion and it just passes right through me. But I definitely eat a LOT of food. I really have very little use for the family fortune I inherited upon my father’s death, but the one good thing is that it keeps me stocked up on all of the food I need to eat to keep on growing.” 

My jaw dropped open and I asked incredulously, “Wha…? Are you saying… that you’re still getting BIGGER!?!” But even as I asked the question, I knew that he was telling the truth. As far-fetched as he story sounded, he was living proof that it was real. 

He smiled warmly at me and laughed out loud, making his spectacular abs corrugate into small rounded mountains under his paper thin skin. 

“Depends what part you want to know about…”  he said and chuckled at his own joke. He could see I was getting mildly irritated with him, and he acquiesced, saying, “Okay, okay…” He shook his head, and then changed the subject slightly, saying, “By the way, that was a neat trick you pulled yesterday.” 

“Oh come on!” I replied. “You and I both know damn well that I could not have hypnotized you in a million years…” 

“…if I didn’t allow it,” Joe said, finishing my sentence, and looking me meaningfully in the eyes. 

“You really are something special, Dave, and I hope you know that. But anyway, no, I don’t think my private parts can get any bigger…” I could clearly see in his sparkling eyes that he was trying not to laugh, just as I was trying - and failing - to be irritated with the big lug. “I doubt I would ever be able to get any kind of a hardon at all if I wasn’t built this big. It seems nature has a way of balancing things. Anyway, my genitals haven’t grown any bigger since I was 19 or so, or at least not until yesterday.” He smiled and winked at me. “I can hardly wait to perform more ‘testing’, though, to see if I’ve achieved maximum size yet. Although, I have to admit that I’ll need to be more careful.” 

Joe reached across as he said this, gently grasping my right shoulder with genuine concern showing on his handsome face, and I winced involuntarily in response. My poor shoulder was sore from where Joe had squeezed it, and some vibrant bruises were already appearing from where his thumb and fingers had dug into my muscular flesh. But I quickly and eagerly responded, “Well, I’ll gladly do you every fucking time, Joe!” 

“Nothing would make me happier than to have you here in my life, David,” Joe said as he wrapped one of his massive hands around the back of my muscular neck and gave it a fond squeeze. There was even greater warmth in his voice and his eyes than before, a promise of so much more to come, and I knew that I was falling hopelessly head over heels for this gigantic beast of a man. I knew that he could have snapped my thick bull neck like a twig, using just two of his fingers, but I had never felt safer in my life than in this man’s presence. 

“I don’t think you know how powerful you already are, Joe,” I said, raising one arm to grip the huge forearm that was draped in front of me, a forearm so insanely huge and corded with muscle that it was actually bigger around than my own 23.5-inch guns. 

“But I need to keep pushing,” he said. “I need to see just how far I can go…” 

“Until what?” I asked, incredulous that this utterly spectacular muscle giant wasn’t satisfied with being already the biggest and strongest man in the world… but at the same time, absolutely understanding his drive to get even bigger still. 

“On, I don’t know,” he responded, looking contemplative as he really thought about my question. “Until I hit a limit of some kind, I guess. I haven’t hit one so far. And besides, I think you and I can both agree — there’s no such thing as too big.” 

He looked at me, his green eyes sparkling, and I looked at him. He had me dead to rights on that one, that was for sure! My gaze automatically drifted to his gargantuan pecs, taking in his monstrous shoulders and arms at the same time. I could not help trying to imagine how they would look even bigger, even though it was already hard enough to believe the size of the muscles I was looking at right now. I felt yet another boner begin to swell in my pants, and this time I didn’t even try to stop it. 

“Hey, hey, hey! I know that look!” Joe said, laughing at the obvious look of lust that was now filling my eyes. “I know that you’re eager to see my ‘assets’ again, but not until tonight. I want you to help me work out in the gym tonight, and afterwards… well, we can have some more special alone time. Deal?” 

I eagerly nodded my head in agreement, drinking in the extraordinary mass of him from across the table. And I realized now why Joe lived above The G; he clearly needed ready access to a gym, one that he could visit after hours when there weren’t any other clients there who could watch him in action. My heart began thundering in my chest at the thought of getting to see all of those fantastic muscles in action tonight, and it was only with the greatest effort that I managed to get my libido under control. 

Seeing the struggle in my eyes, a mischievous Joe decided to tease me a bit further and said, “Tell you what, I’ll give you a quick preview. A demonstration, if you will. Stand over here and put your arms out like this.” He rose up from his chair and walked a few steps farther away from the table, where I quickly joined him. I clasped my forearms together in front of me, just like he asked. 

“Now raise them up and hold on tight,” he said, as I put my tangled arms up over my head. 

Joe then reached over with an underhand grip and grasped my two interlocked wrists with his incredibly strong right hand. Then he pressed upward, gently curling his arm as he did so. 

It was a very unstable position, with my 285 pounds of muscle pushing out Joe’s center of gravity to somewhere below his extended right arm. Yet somehow, impossibly, I could feel my toes leaving the ground as he lifted me up into the air with seemingly almost no effort! 

“Holy shit!!” I exclaimed as my naked feet left the floor. Joe’s massive right arm became a mass of deeply striated cables, and his shoulder became a mammoth three-lobed melon of muscle. I could actually hear his tendons creak as his whole body grew tense, dividing and subdividing into individual cords and bands of powerful muscle. I looked down to find his right pant leg distended with the sheer colossal mass of his flexed thigh underneath, as it was holding the bulk of our combined weight. But he never so much as quivered, and not a single muscle shook, and he even started teasing me with his free left hand, lifting up my shirt to stroke my corrugated abdomen, and smiling like it was the most natural thing to do. 

“Enough?” he asked, chuckling. I just nodded in overwhelmed awe and pure admiration. 

“Ah, pity! I haven’t even started to feel a pump yet…” he said, gently lowering me to the ground before stretching his arms above his head. It made his lats literally unfurl into even more spectacular size. “Mmmm…! That feels good!” he said, and stretched, so that his lats flexed outwards even more, and his intercostals looked like they would pop out of his skin, they were so huge. I grabbed his jutting lats as well as I could, for the sheer unbelievable size of them prevented me from getting a grip on more than just a fraction of that awesome meat, and squeezed as much of that insanely thick and dense beef as I could. I then dived down between his mountainous pecs, burying my face into that incredibly deep cleft between those rocky mounds, and starting licking and kissing with renewed gusto. 

Joe moved out of the way so quickly that I almost fell, and he laughed and said, “Hey, no tickling! At least not until tonight!” 

“Jeez, come on…!” I begged, almost crying like a baby. “Then for God’s sake, please at least put something on! I’m not going to last until tonight if you don’t!” Fuck, this was so frustrating! I wanted every inch of him so bad that I would gladly grovel beneath him for the rest of the day, but he clearly wasn’t having it. 

“Not in this house I'm not!” he just said, with a wink and a grin, and I knew that I was going to have a torturous rest of the evening until gym time…