The G - Part 3

The G

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Part 3

The Workout

Joe was right. Even if he did put something on, some piece of garment that would probably double as a tent for anyone else, he would still be an agonizingly erotic sight, now that I knew exactly what was hiding underneath. I wondered if that turn on would ever get weaker with time. I highly doubted it. 

He proceeded to another corner of the enormous room, an area that I soon realized was his version of an office. There were several oversized chairs, and an even more oversized sofa, all in a soft, dark brown leather. Very tasteful and simple furniture, but built unusually thick and sturdy, able to accommodate the huge muscle giant’s fantastic weight. A large wooden desk was set over by the wall, containing a laptop computer and several stacks of paperwork, as well as several tall metal filing cabinets. Next to that were several layers of built in shelving, filled to the brim with books, hundreds of them. In another corner, next to the kitchen and dining area, there was an enormous flat screen TV mounted on the wall, with an obviously expensive sound system. The floor in front of the TV had a low-lying futon, extra large and with thick padding. 

I wandered over to the bookshelves and looked at the spines, discovering an eclectic array of topics. There were legal texts on topics ranging from land use to patents to water rights; a great many books on business management; a section on biology and chemistry, with an emphasis on human anatomy and physiology; a whole shelf dedicated to history books and biographies; and a large section devoted to literature, with titles both famous and obscure. As I looked closer, I noticed that many of the books were in languages other than English, and even more amazingly, that all of the books appeared to be well worn. There were no pristine, unbroken spines on this bookshelf, like one might find in a home where the owner placed the books on display in order to impress his guests, but never read them. Intrigued, I called across the room and said, “Hey Joe, just how many languages do you speak?” 

“Hmm, good question!” he replied. “I’ve never actually counted. So in addition to English, I read and speak French, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, Greek, Latin, and Russian fluently. I can also speak enough Hungarian, Romanian, and Latvian to get by, and am currently working on Swedish. Why do you ask?” 

“Oh, just curious!” I said, my eyebrows rising almost up into my hairline. I had always considered myself smarter than the average guy, but other than my high school Spanish, I didn’t speak ANY languages other than English, and big Joe Fiedler could speak TWELVE! 

Joe meanwhile had walked over to the sofa, his footsteps like low muffled thuds. I had almost gotten used to this fluid way that he moved, but it amazed me every time, especially when things like the sound of his footsteps reminded me of just how insanely big and heavy he really was. 

“Do you ever wear any footwear?” I asked, intrigued, noticing he was barefoot. And dear lord, even his FEET were insanely sexy, huge and muscular hooves with large and prominent veins coursing over their thick and meaty surfaces. 

“No, not when I’m at home,” he answered, taking a notebook from a small table beside the sofa. “Besides, it’s tough finding shoes in my size; I have to have them custom made. You just can’t buy size 18 extra extra wide shoes off the rack!” Joe chuckled. “Usually, I don’t wear anything at all here.” 

He sprawled onto the massive sofa, which was large enough to accommodate even his massive bulk. “Please make yourself at home. I just have to finish a few things,” he said, leafing through the notebook. “I still do have to do some work for a living,” Joe said with a wry note in his deep voice. 

I wouldn’t let go that easily. “So what’s with the sweatpants then?” 

“Ahh, that’s for when I’m working, so that my cock won’t get in the way and distract me,” he said with a warm chuckle, not even lifting his gaze from whatever it was he was reading. His candidness got me laughing, too, but I realized he was right. I rummaged around and inspected his apartment while he scribbled something into his notebook, and then went over to his desk and shuffled through the papers. His massive forearms looked amazing when he did that, the dozens of separate cables of corded muscle bunching and dancing with his slightest movement, but I forced myself not to stare (more for my sake than for his), and looked for an interesting book to read off of the bookshelf instead. 

That afternoon and early evening was perhaps the longest and hardest to live through in my entire life. First of all, he was always so tantalizingly near! Okay, I was in his house, and I seriously considered going home and returning later. But I knew he had a workout in the evening (which finally explained why the gym closed after an unusually early 9 p.m. in the evening), and I would not have missed it even if the world was coming to an end. And besides, if I went home, I’d probably have beaten my poor cock to a pulp. Staying was therefore in a strange way easier. 

Second of all, he told me he was taking it easy this afternoon because it was his heavy workout day today. I tried not to bug him too much, as I knew he had to get a lot of work done, but we still managed to talk on and off about all sorts of things, and in those four hours or so he must have drank some sort of protein shake, or eaten some sort of snack, at least five or six times. It looked like it was completely automatic — he would just keep talking, walk over to the kitchen area and fix himself something, always asking if I wanted some, and then slurp it down between sentences. In hindsight, it was obvious that the mighty furnace of Joe’s body needed to be stoked and fed with food on a very regular basis. 

Finally, a bit before nine, I was really at the end of my endurance. I felt like I had a terminal case of blue balls, and when I checked, my huge balls actually were visibly swollen with a huge load of cum. Turns out that sharing a household with a half naked god of muscle will do that to a guy! Still, I felt that I had done remarkably well, avoiding more than just a few raging boners, and not shooting my load even once. 

Joe suddenly leapt off of his sofa in mid sentence, bounding over to one of the windows in just a few huge strides. His speed and agility were astonishing, particularly in a man so unbelievably huge, and it make me wonder just how fast he could move if he put his mind to it. But I didn’t get time to mull over that thought, for Joe peeked through his blinds and then eagerly turned to me and said, “Okay, time to go now.” He had heard the manager’s car driving away, so he knew that the gym was now locked up and vacant. 

He started tidying up his office area and the kitchen, and with my help, we were ready to go downstairs in only about 20 minutes. He was still dressed in nothing but his baggy sweatpants, while I had changed into a tank top, shorts, and trainers (courtesy of the spare set of gym clothes I’d kept stashed in one of the lockers downstairs, and which I’d retrieved at some point during the afternoon). Joe had also grabbed a stack of large towels, a large duffel bag, and an eight-pack of electrolyte replacement drinks, each one looking to be about half a gallon in size. He carried the towels and the duffel bag, and I carried the drinks, and we were soon bounding down the back stairs and into the gym. 

Sure enough, everyone else had left, and we had the entire gym to ourselves. We passed through the locker room, where he left the towels in what I now knew was his locker. He took some keys out of it and tossed them to me. 

“Now be a good lad and go close the blinds,” he said with a wink and a smile. “The big key is for the top lock on the front door. We don’t want anyone coming in unannounced.” I practically ran into the gym, eager to set the stage so that I could watch this titan of muscle work out. Sure enough, there was a lock up near the top right-hand corner of the door, and I strongly suspected that Joe had the only key. But before I locked the door, I opened it a bit and checked from the outside, and just as I suspected, the lock was only on the inside. There was no way even the manager could get into the building while Joe was working out. Our privacy was secured. 

But then it suddenly occurred to me — if Joe always locked the front door to prevent unwanted entry during his workouts, then how come it wasn’t locked last night when I came in to finish my work on the security system? I had already strongly suspected that I’d been set up, but this was the clincher! Did I mind? Not in the least! But I still made a mental note of it as I locked the door and closed all of the blinds, and then went back into the locker room. 

He had already put on some heavy duty lifting gloves, and had locked and secured the back door. Eager to get his workout started, I grabbed his big duffel bag with the intent of carrying it out to the floor for him, and I almost fell over from its surprising weight. There had to be several hundred pounds of gear in there! Joe just chuckled as he swept by me, effortlessly taking the heavy duffel out of my hands and hoisting it over one boulder shoulder as he headed for the gym floor, with me not two yards behind. 

“Now, I thought today I’d try something different, since you’re here with me,” he said, unpacking the oversized duffel bag. 

“What are those?” I asked, looking at the large metal bars he was pulling out of the bag. 

“Oh, these are my regular weight bars,” he replied. “The ones supplied by the gym aren’t strong enough to support the kind of weight I lift.” He proceeded to haul out two very thick but strangely tapering bars. From their stubby length, they were obviously intended for use as dumbbells, but they were thicker and stronger than any barbells I’d ever seen, and they had room for a hell of a lot of plates at either end. The size of the things almost got me dizzy, as I imagined just how much weight they could carry. 

I then began looking around the room with a new set of eyes, and sure enough, I began noticing some elements of the equipment that I’d never really appreciated before. Now that I was looking more closely, it was obvious that some of the pieces of equipment and machines had been deliberately and specially reinforced or otherwise modified, and now I knew why. 

“I think today is a good day for a really heavy workout, followed by a good all-out pump up,” he said casually, eagerly clapping his huge hands together and looking around the room.

Now you would probably have thought this guy had some sort of special routine planned to the last detail, and you would be completely wrong. With him, it all seemed very instinctive and intuitive. First of all, stretching. He went through his stretching routine with such amazing agility that I gasped in surprise several times. It was just plain unthinkable that he could have that range of motion with his unbelievable size. Nevertheless, huge mounds of muscle gave way to other huge mounds of muscle, as he went through a stretching session which would have made a floor gymnast proud. The shapes poking out under his skin were incredible to watch and such a turn on that I almost hated him for it. But I vowed to myself that I’d not even touch myself or him before he was through the workout, even if my balls went into a nuclear meltdown. 

And speaking of balls, when Joe slowly dropped into a full and complete splits right there on the gym floor, I thought my heart would stop. Not only was that level of flexibility deeply and powerfully erotic in its own right, but it also forced his twin bowling ball sized nuts to form a massive double-barreled bulge at the front of his sweat pants, the colossal, cloth-encased nutsac resting oh so heavily on the cold gymnasium floor. I longed to fondle and caress those fantastic sex organs, a part of Joe’s body I’d hardly explored yet, but I knew I had to wait until his workout was complete. 

“Oh, there’s another measuring tape in the bag; you might want to use it,” he said with teasing nonchalance, easily standing up from a position I’d never even dare try. “This is your last chance to take some cold measurements, if you want to,” he finished. Did I want to? Did I WANT to!?! I would have come back from the dead for it! I almost ran to the bag, the half-boner I must have been sporting for the last two hours quickly trying to go all the way. He stood patiently waiting while I fiddled with the tape, trying to untangle it but, in my eagerness, only tangling it worse. I realized I was hurrying to the limit of my dexterity, anticipation getting the better of me. It really took will power to slow down. 

I started with his bare and gloriously naked chest. He obediently raised his arms for me to put the tape around him, but then I remembered that there was no way I could reach all the way around him, and I told him to hold one end with his left hand while I circled around him to connect the ends of the tape. 

“No cheating, okay?” he said with a big smile on his dashingly handsome face. He brought his arms in front of him slightly, to not interfere with the tape, and he kept on breathing normally while I adjusted the tape. It read 82 inches! Christ!! That was more than two FEET larger than my own big and impressive chest measurement! He breathed in a bit more deeply and it stretched the tape farther, but as I tried to make a second reading, he said, “Hey! No cheating!” 

Next came his waist, which I measured right at the level of his deeply etched and chiseled Adonis belt. It measured 37 inches around, which would have been ridiculously narrow all on its own for a man of Joe’s unimaginably massive size. But the truth was that his waist looked even narrower, simply because of the thickness of his lower abs and the mighty cables of his lower back muscles jutted outwards and not sideways. From the front, he looked to have a waist very nearly as waspish as my own 31 inches, making his proportions even that much more fantastic. He would probably have to have laid down on the floor for a proper relaxed measurement. 

Then I went on to even more interesting parts. 

I kneeled and started placing the tape around his massive left thigh, but he quickly moved out of the way. “Hey, buddy, I said no cheating!” he laughed, moving back into a slightly spread-legged stance and pointing at the very obvious outline of his massive, limp cock. The quiescent trouser breast hung down nearly the entire length of his inner left pant leg. Grinning sheepishly myself, I instead wrapped the tape around his columnar right thigh, and was rewarded with a measurement of 44 massive and hulking inches. The overinflated blocky footballs of his mammoth calves measured a tad more than 27 inches around, far larger than my own upper arms! And with the thin and flimsy material of his baggy sweatpants, that meant that there was no meaningful error at all to his leg measurements! 

And that only reminded me of what came next. 

My shorts were probably pornographically tented out by this point, but I couldn’t have cared less. I quickly wrapped the tape around Joe’s left biceps, finally getting a chance to take a proper cold measurement. I must have jumped from foot to foot in anticipation as I wrapped the tape around the arm of the biggest muscle man I was ever likely to see in this life, reading with pure sexual delight 30 mouth watering inches. 

“Hey, don’t look at me like that! For a moment there, I thought you were going to bite off a piece of me!” he said in a gentle, teasing tone. I smiled in return and managed to collect myself a little. “Finished?” 

I nodded. 

“Okay, time to do some damage,” he said, and walked over to the lat pull down machine. Now, I said some of the machines looked different, and of the three similar machines in the gym, I could readily see that this one was really special. First of all, instead of the usual cables, there were two thick chains suspending the weight stack. Also, the steel chassis of the machine was easily three times as thick as on the machines just opposite from it. It looked far more sturdy and powerful than its brothers, and I now knew it was built specifically for what was probably going to be the most heavy-duty workout on the planet. 

He put the peg in at the bottommost plate in the stack, sat on the heavy bench, and and proceeded to crank out about twenty reps in half a minute, with the entire weight stack, his huge lats flaring out majestically to the sides with each mighty rep! It looked like there was no effort in it at all for him, and each repetition was as controlled and perfect as the one before it. Then he paused a moment, and then repeated the set once again. Only then did I learn that those were just his warm up sets, for big Joe then started loading even more barbell weights onto the large steel bars that had been welded onto either side of the weight stack. I had seen other weight lifters in the gym use those bars to manually help their buddies pump out those extra, assisted sets, but now I knew what there were really for — adding even MORE weight!

Time lost any sense or meaning as I watched him crank out multiple sets, with ever increasing amounts of weight that I didn’t even attempt to calculate. All I could see were his lats pumping up bigger and bigger, veins popping to the surface all over them, and on his shoulders, his neck, and his arms. He motioned for me to add two more plates to either side of the machine and I did, the time taken for this task disappearing instantly from my memory, so eager was I to watch his next unbelievable set. I have no idea how many sets he did, but by the end of it, the machine was groaning and moaning louder than he did. 

He stretched a little after that, and drank what looked like half a bottle of electrolyte drink in one huge gulp, and then continued with his workout. This time he secured his massive thighs to the bench with a heavy leather belt, and then pulled forward on the machine, and with even more weight. I soon figured out that eight was his magic rep number when he was pushing serious weight around, and I added or subtracted weight from set to set, almost always without needing his coaxing or direction. By the end of his second set of exercises, I could see the heavy-duty machine literally bend as he cranked out his final set! 

Joe then stood up and downed the rest of the first bottle. His gorgeous skin was glistening with honest sweat, and the manly and slightly musky odor coming from him was acting like a powerful aphrodisiac on me, making my poor aching cock press even harder at the confines of my shorts. Joe’s pecs, abs, and especially his massive shoulders were pumped into incredible shapes, but it was his lats that looked absolutely astounding. His huge arms stood out wide from his body, unable to relax fully due to the massive pump in his bulging, vein-gnarled lats. He breathed so deeply that I thought I would faint just from watching his massive chest inflate. His sweat pants were getting soaked with sweat, and it only made the complex and bulging shapes underneath more pronounced and visible. 

What seemed like only seconds later, he was pumping his hamstrings on a leg curl machine while I sat on his back, helping hold his weight against the huge weight bench. I’d lost my tank top by this point, baring my naked torso to the room. I also drank a hefty load of that replacement drink he had, thinking how right he was to bring extra bottles with us to the gym floor, for my throat quickly went dry watching this titanic beast of a man pushing around weights that would have shattered any and all world records. I had tried to sit as close to his shoulders as possible to give him the proper leverage while he held onto the front of the bench, but I couldn’t because his lats were simply so monstrously huge. So instead I wrapped my big legs around his narrow, tightly muscled waist, leaned forward, and held onto his bulky shoulders for dear life, my arms outstretched, closing my eyes for fear of cumming all over his back if I continued looking at the flexing mountains of muscular flesh under me. The phenomenal size of his massive trapezius muscles was particularly erotic, especially the way that they tied in to the base of his fantastically thick bison neck. 

As with all of his exercises, Joe performed his hamstring curls with perfect form each and every time, digging his bare heels into the mighty, rock solid mounds of his colossal glutes with each rep, really squeezing at the top of the rep to force as much blood as possible into his massive legs. I glanced over my shoulder to watch his extraordinarily powerful legs in action, amazed with the sheer mass of weight that they were curling, and how the individual muscle groups of his hamstrings were visible even though the baggy pants. 

And that’s when I noticed one of the most amazing sights yet. 

Given Joe’s position on the weight bench, and the way that his curling legs were slightly splayed apart, his dinosaur egg sized balls were tightly sandwiched between his massive thighs, resting heavily on the bench within their fabric prison. With his humongous nuts so securely wedged in place, they had nowhere to go as the metal lever of the machine bore down into them at the top of each rep. As Joe brought his heels all the way up to his big, beautiful ass, he was also simultaneously crushing his nuts between the metal bar and the bench surface. I already knew how freakishly dense and unyielding the man’s mammoth nuts were, so to see Joe’s huge cantaloupe-sized cajones compress halfway flat with each rep, I knew that the big man was throwing hell of a lot of power and force into his trapped balls. My jaw dropped open in shock at the sight. I mean, I don’t care WHO you are — having your nuts crushed to half their normal girth has got to HURT! So I could only imagine the deep, aching pain that Joe was inflicting upon his big baby makers with each rep! But whereas most men would be begging for mercy after just a few mighty squeezes, the nut crunching agony only seemed to spur Joe on to ever harder and heavier sets. I was literally mesmerized by the sight, but as his sets became even heavier and more brutal, I began to worry that the big bull would actually crack his own coconuts! But as I was later to learn, I needn’t have worried about the supposed fragility of those ostrich egg sized man orbs… 

One entire bottle later, and Joe was soon punishing his quads with the combined weight of every nearby plate rack loaded onto an oversized squat bar. He pumped and pumped and pumped, the sexiest grimace I’d ever seen distorting his achingly handsome face, and manly, baritone grunts of effort making my untouched cock throb mightily in my shorts. His sweat pants were now so sweaty and so stretched that I could see his cock clearly with each rep, sliding up and down his left pant leg, the friction of the fabric on his sensitive organ not seeming to distract Joe in the slightest. He looked right at me as he continued huffing and heaving, grinning slightly as he hoisted truly insane amounts of weight into the air, and then slowly lowering himself back down until his huge, muscular ass was very nearly brushing the floor. 

In the middle of his next set, Joe suddenly racked the weights, grasped the front of his baggy sweat pants with both hands, and literally tore his pants off. The poor fabric didn’t stand a ghost of a chance, instantly shredding like it was made out of crepe paper, revealing the unimaginably huge and pumped leg muscles beneath. 

“Fuck with them!” he growled as he threw the torn remains away, half squatting beneath the colossally loaded barbell again before hoisting it into the air and continuing with his brutal leg workout. My heart thundered in my chest at the sight of this untamed god of muscle lifting the equivalent of a small mountain with his phenomenal legs. He was also getting visibly turned on by his workout, partly because he had me as an audience, and partly because he was just so aroused by his own freakish size and strength. Joe’s mammoth cock was still less than half hard, but it was visibly longer and thicker, and was bending downward in a gentle arc as it slowly increased in hardness. His cock was so impossibly huge that it threatened to interfere with his workout, the bloated head smacking into the ground near the beginning of each squat, the spongy shaft quivering with the impact, with the glans sliding across the floor in front of him as he sank deeper into his squat. It was a good thing that Joe’s phenomenal phallus was leaking so much slick precum, as it greased the way for his big, fist-sized cock head to slide forward and back on the ground in front of him; otherwise, I fear that the tip of his blunt, bloated cock could have become abraded on the rough gym floor! As it was, a wide ‘snail trail’ of slick cock snot painted a thick stripe that extended several feet in front of him. 

Equally as astounding was the fact that his now naked bollocks collided solidly against the floor at the bottom of each rep, their ginormous size threatening to get in the way of his squat routine. The staccato smack-smack-smack of his gorgeous bull balls striking the floor was making my own overworked nuts burn with aching need, and the way those mammoth sex organs would compress and bulge and flatten as the huge muscle beast all but sat on them with each unbelievably deep squat was making my cock leak like a broken faucet. Damn, Joe had some freakishly tough gonads, that was for sure! I would have been quickly reduced to tears from such rough treatment to my own big baby makers, but the repeated pummeling and punishing of his own titanic seed pods just seemed to turn big Joe on even more! 

Near the end of Joe’s quad workout, I had to put my hand on his thigh, needing to feel the bulge and flex of those monstrous muscles beneath my fingers, to feel that colossal thigh swell even bigger with each and every rep. Our eyes were locked once again, and I suddenly discovered that my pants were around my ankles, and that my other hand was pumping my bloated and distended cock. It was only with the greatest difficulty that I stopped stroking my own dick, remembering my vow to try to ride this to the end no matter what. 

The next thing I remember, there were only three bottles left, and he had moved on to the bench press. This part gets a little hazy for me, for the sight of Joe hammering out set after set of bench presses, watching his colossal chest swell to even more fantastic dimensions, was so exceedingly erotic that I very nearly passed out, my blood seeming to rush everywhere except to my brain. I won’t tell you how much weight he benched, as you’d never believe me anyway, but just know that it was far, far more than whatever you’re guessing right now. The sight was epic, unbelievable, and my poor balls were literally cramping with the desperate need to cum. But somehow I held on — how, I don’t know — I was likely too turned on to cum at this point, if that makes any sense.  

After endless sets of bench presses, cycling through incline, decline, and flat bench, Joe then loaded up his personal dumbbells, lay back flat on the bench, and hammered out a series of fly presses with the widest grip I’d ever seen. His fancy, custom-made dumbbells were each loaded with enough weight to crush the biggest powerlifter, but Joe kept on pumping out perfect sets with a fluid grace and a focused intensity that is impossible to describe. His mammoth pectorals were impressively cut even in their most relaxed state, but the farther the dumbbells became as Joe opened his arms out wide, the more fantastically striated and ridged they became, until the skin seemed to almost disappear at his widest stretch. The sheer thickness of those gargantuan pecs cannot be overstated, and I found myself wishing that there was an easy way to measure the depth of that chest meat. At full pump, I suspected that the thickest portions of those twin plates of forged steel had to have been a full foot thick, maybe even more! 

By the time he was finished with his utterly EPIC chest routine, his pecs were so fantastically pumped that they looked permanently flexed, and I had a hardon that made the general area all around my crotch hurt. I had long since stripped to just my sneakers, and my bare, bloated, aching balls were all slick with sweat and buckets of precum. Joe’s entire body, and indeed even the heavy bench beneath him, was drenched in sweat, and when he rose, his chest heaved like a pair of chiseled mountains. He was breathing so deeply that his massive arms ended up almost horizontal, and his chest inflated outwards and upwards like a two huge hot air balloons. 

Joe must have been burning calories at the rate of a blast furnace, and I could almost feel the awesome heat of his body from where I was standing. His lung capacity was absolutely outrageous, and it showed in how much his mighty ribcage would expand with each massive breath. He walked back over to the weight rack, and even his gait had changed, the magnificent pump of his colossal thigh muscles forcing the beefy bull to walk around his legs in a modified waddle that was strangely graceful and deeply erotic at the same time. I knew what a pump looked like, but this was literally out of this world, for every bit of Joe’s goliath body looked pumped to the absolute max. And to top if all off, he now sported a half boner, which bobbed and bounced in front of him like a blind man’s walking stick, only far more massive. In fact, his swelling penis was longer than a baseball bat and twice as thick! And it was still growing! 

But Joe’s workout wasn’t nearly over yet. My crotch and my brain were screaming overload, but that could not stop him. He started doing triceps extensions, again with weights that would make any powerlifter go to a monastery for the rest of his days. It made his triceps bloom into shapes that only vaguely resembled a horseshoe, only because they were so much larger and looked like every fiber was bulging separately. The sheer mass of the muscle bulging off the back of his arms was simply extraordinary! And as if that was not enough, his cock was sprawled in front of him, over the bench he was sitting on, the bloated head tapping the floor with each flex of his increasingly solid cock. The lips of his dilated piss slit were kissing the ground with each bouncing impact, leaving a slick residue of his copious precum behind. I thought my feet were leaving burn-marks on the floor I was so hot. 

We shared the next bottle of the electrolyte replacement drink, taking turns guzzling at it, and then he left it in my hands and started alternate curls with his specialized dumbbells, again loading on insane amounts of weight, and began pumping his biceps. Rep after rep, and so help me, I could actually see his biceps grow. He had to bend his hand up because they were swollen so insanely large, and there was little space left once he flexed them up. 

After the first set of curls, he up-ended the penultimate bottle, chugging the entire half gallon in a matter of seconds, and then added another plate to his already overcrowded dumbbells, and sat back down and curled anew. I thought I would die from terminal arousal! He pumped and pumped set after set, over and over again, like some sort of tireless machine, sweat pouring off of his perfect skin as his arm muscles swelled larger and larger. I couldn’t hold back any more, and I started fondling and groping Joe’s mammoth right biceps, kneading the steely hardness of that massive ball of muscle. And I discovered that his biceps had swollen so huge that my hand got crunched between its muscular peak and his equally bloated forearm at the top of each curl, for the space between the two had disappeared altogether! 

The next thing I knew, I was fondling my aching, boiling balls, my big body leaning up against Joe’s far more massive form for support, as the muscle giant kept right on curling his gargantuan arms, grunting and huffing with the effort of curling such enormous volumes of weight. I heard a deep voice say, “C’mon, stud. Cum all over them,” and I was suddenly pounding my meat with a violent fury. My huge bull cock was engorged to dimensions I’d never seen before, bloated so huge that I thought it might actually burst. The ridge of my own foreskin was barely detectable, retracted so hard it actually hurt, but I didn’t care — I simply HAD to cum! 

My violent whacking of my cock was somehow in sync with Joe’s mighty arm curls, and we were climbing up to some frightening crescendo together. His grunts were turning into suppressed shouts, and his biceps grew from football-sized shapes with veins bulging out all over the angry red skin, to super-pumped steel balls of enormous size, tortured veins almost popping through skin stretched so taut that it was almost translucent. I kept right on stroking, Joe’s grunts getting louder as he matched every stroke with a rep, and then I noticed brand new stretch marks appearing over those grossly over swollen biceps at the peak of his latest curl. 

I heard a wailing sound in the distance, but I had no idea it was me, for I almost seemed to leave my body in that moment. I shot, and shot, and shot and shot and shot, all over Joe’s hyper-flexed arm, monstrously pumped pecs, and gorgeous straining face. It was my seventh load in less than 24 hours, and I swear, it must have been my biggest load yet!! 

Darkness took me for a second, and when I could see again through my tunnel vision, I found myself on my knees, my fist painfully choking my still rock hard cock, which was dribbling out the dregs of my epic load. Joe was performing his last rep, howling, bellowing really, and then he let the weights fall, plummeting to the padded gym floor with a deafening clack and thud. 

I came to completely after he opened the last bottle of fluid and guzzled it in record time, a substantial volume of the clear fluid coursing down his bullish neck and gargantuan chest, washing only a small fraction of my awesome cum load off of his skin. He gulped in a huge breath of air, his chest inflating dramatically, as he took in the gooey, slimy mess I’d made of his arm, shoulder, and chest. And then he looked up at me with a look of pure lust and need in his brilliant green eyes and rumbled, “Fuck yeah, Dave!”

A second later I had the measuring tape ready, and he stood up and ripped off his lifting gloves. I croaked, “I only want to know two things,” my mouth and throat once again completely dry. He held one end of the tape as I stumbled around his massive form, eventually taking the tape ends into separate hands. His chest heaved majestically with his recent exertions, but I had the strong feeling that he could have gone on for hours, pumping even more insane amounts of weight. As he panted and heaved, Joe’s monumental pecs swelled up like a shelf, making his stout neck virtually disappear. I knew that he must have a phenomenal lung capacity, and I longed to see him inhale fully. And Joe knew just what I wanted. 

“Show me,” I said, and he did. 

Think of a front lat pose done with arms extended to the side. Then he inhaled, and at the same time flexed his lats. He just kept on sucking in air, and his chest expanded until I could see his thick ribs poking out amongst the mass of his intercostal muscles… and then he inflated even more! The measuring tape kept slipping in my hand, expanding by short little jerks. I thought his pecs were going to hit him in the face, and they actually did start swallowing up his big, prominent chin, and pressed up against that extraordinary jawline of his. By the time he stopped inhaling, his massive arms were nearly horizontal. Then, with a short grunt, he spread his lats even further and flexed his gargantuan pecs, and if I hadn’t just blown a massive load a few minutes earlier, I would have surely been racked by a spontaneous orgasm at the unimaginable sight. 

I thought he was going to explode, he has swollen to such gargantuan dimensions! I rushed to try to make the tape ends meet over his big right nipple, which was indeed now pointing straight down due to the mammoth size of his pump-bloated pecs, but that 8-foot-long tape failed to meet by 2 inches. That meant that Joe’s insanely enormous chest measured a full fucking 98 inches around!!!

I could take no more. I dropped the tape and started groping with all I was worth, burying my face in his impossibly deep pec cleavage while grasping massive handfuls of that glorious chest meat with both hands. But Joe then let his breath out with such force that my heart missed a beat or two, and he continued breathing deeply, his face flushed with his efforts. He had held the tape under his deep and hairy armpits so that it wouldn’t fall. He gave me a meaningful look, and I took the ends again. 

One more thing to go. 

I pulled the tape loose and he held his arm out, and I wrapped it that behemoth mountain of muscle. Pumped up but still relaxed, his left upper arm reached just over 32 inches, and I couldn’t wait to see it flexed to the point of cramping. Joe flexed it once, but then he straightened his arm back out for maximum effect and then bent it again, flexing properly, and squeezing so hard that I could hear his bones click. He groaned in that unutterably sexy, deep voice of his, sweat dripping off of his chin and his brow, squeezing so hard that his arm was visibly shaking. The cabled triceps engorged into never-before-imagined size, and two bifurcated bellies of his biceps swelled into a mound of muscle that was bigger than my own head! The skin of his arm was glowing an angry red from his exertions, but as he flexed that bowling ball of muscle, the supremely overstretched skin blanched to a pearly white, as the colossal bicep reached its maximum flex. 

I quickly repositioned the tape to get a proper measurement, and I swear I think a couple of my brain cells self destructed when I read the final number — just a smidgen over 35 inches. 

I took only a fraction of a second to measure that colossal beast, and then several seconds to grope the slippery sweat-drenched skin, reveling in the feel of the diamond hard muscle beneath that thin velvety covering. But Joe didn’t let me have it just yet. He bent over, taking the bottle with the remains of the liquid in it, and tugged down half of it. He bent down, his hands gliding down his super-pumped thighs until his forehead touched his cock, which pulsed visibly, trying to heave itself upright up, but not succeeding entirely, mostly because of its staggeringly tremendous weight.

“Oh, the fuck with it…” he said, and took the bottle and poured the rest of its contents all over his cock, and then into his hand, which he passed between the globular mounds of his massive ass-cheeks, his mighty legs spread, and clearly finishing off, although I didn’t see it, with his asshole. 

I was still in a daze from Joe’s incomprehensible size, but he wasn’t. The giant muscle bull effortlessly lifted me to my feet, and the next I knew, he was sitting on the bench, wringing the last bit of fluid out of the bottle and onto my cock, which hadn’t flagged even after the mind-blowing orgasm I had had just minutes before. 

Joe then sat down on the weight bench, raised his gargantuan legs up, and he wrapped me around with them again, and I knew what was next. He pulled and put me inside him to the hilt, burying my huge cock inside of his unbelievably hot and tight ass. He placed my hands on top of his massive, mounding pecs with his engorged member sandwiched between our two bodies, bloated so huge and beefy that it arched completely up and over his right pec to extend across his massive right shoulder. Despite its huge size, Joe’s cock was obviously not as hard or as big as it had been earlier this morning, but that was just perfect, for he bent it down and stuffed the spongy, swollen head — and I mean all of it — into his mouth. 

I gasped in surprise as he did it, my huge cock flexing inside of Joe’s guts as I saw his beard-stubbled cheeks bulge enormously with the sheer volume of meat he’d just crammed into his mouth. He then put his massive arms over his head, brought the elbows out a bit and half-flexed, teasingly. I slid my hands over his sweaty, hard, pumped, and flexed pecs, up the colossal, chiseled mounds of his boulder shoulders, and onto the half-flexed, bowling-ball-like biceps. The second I touched them, he flexed them hard, and brought his crotch up, writhing on my cock and putting his deeper down his own throat. The mighty shaft was bowed outward toward me, enough for me to do the right thing, and so I wrapped my lips around as much of that meat column as I could. Then we started moving as a single unit, faster and faster, my lips coursing up and down the super thick cum tube of his arching cock while my achingly hard cock pistoned Joe’s warm and insanely muscular guts. He pumped his arms a bit more, letting me feel the massive steel balls of his biceps. He groaned, his over-stuffed mouth muffling him. His cock shaft filled my vision as I danced my tongue all over it, and I felt it’s great weight and heat pressed against my chest and belly, while his mighty innards clutched around my big cock, making me feel the burn in my huge, aching balls, even while his, so very much bigger, wobbled on top of my shaft, their great weight causing them to bounce heavily on either side of my throbbing dick. I tasted the sports drink all over him, mixed with his sweat and precum, moving, moving, faster, more, and then I felt it coming and I couldn’t, I wouldn’t stop. I felt his biceps suddenly getting harder, bigger, hard as stone and hot, and I felt his shaft begin to pulse with his cum. 

I saw him wince, his mouth stuffed by his expanding and swelling cock head, and then I could feel him clamping me inside of him, making me feel him gulping down his own cum. My balls tried to explode into a closed passage but they could not, for my engorged cock got constricted so unbelievably tight that it actually hurt. I felt my already terminally engorged penis stretching and growing even larger inside of him, and I could take no more — I started to scream. At the same time, I actually head a pop as he literally spat out his cock head, which pointed skyward between our two entwined bodies, spurting out impossibly gigantic streamers of his stud bull cum. 

Joe squeezed my cock more and more with his vise-like sphincter as he inhaled, his chest again rising to its incredible dimensions. I felt my huge balls cramping, convulsing, feeling like they might literally explode, trying to squirt out what felt like a tennis ball, and then he howled, shaking, and the clamp was gone and I shot, and I shot, and oh god how I shot, and I fell on him, unsupported now, his cock between us, still pounding out massive cum wads all over our muscular bodies and the floor around us. 

Some unknown time later, I was sprawled over him, both our hard cocks between us, his impossibly huge arms hugging me tight. No words were spoken; we just kept looking into each other’s eyes, gently stroking each other. I saw the intention in his soulful eyes even before he began to move, lifting me off of him like a feather. Now it was my turn to lie on the bench, drenched with warm sweat and even warmer cum. Joe travelled down my reclined physique, further and further, until his lips found my cock and wrapped themselves around it. He only took my head in, spreading my legs to the limit with his beyond-yard-wide shoulders, and then suddenly his arm was under my right knee and his huge hand was darting over my belly and chest. His mouth was hot as a stove, and his hand was electrifying. I groped his arm with both hands, feeling him so huge and hard, and tried to raise my head up. The moment I did, I felt one of his big, thick fingers entering me from behind, and I pushed my crotch up, moving away, and looked down. His eyes were wide open and locked with mine, expressing a need that made my heart ache, telling me to trust him. And I would have died for him. 

Joe released my huge cock, which slapped against my rock hard abdominal wall with a loud and beefy smack, and instead sucked both of my balls into his mouth. Now like I’ve said, I’ve got some huge balls, each easily the size of a big, ripe Navel orange, and it was therefore a struggle for most guys to fit even ONE of my bulky ‘nads into their mouth. No one had ever sucked on BOTH before! But Joe just hoovered my big spuds into his mouth like it was nothing, causing his stubbled cheeks to bulge almost comically, his mouth filled to overflowing with the wealth of my man meat. 

As he started bathing my big balls with his muscular tongue and gently chewed and sucked on them, some rational corner of my mind realized that Joe could have instantly castrated me if he’d wanted to. Just one chomp from Joe’s insanely powerful jaw and my big baby makers would have been instantly pulped into baby food. The thought should have terrified me, but instead I found it thrillingly erotic. This monster of a muscle man could destroy me in seconds, yet I trusted him completely. As freakishly big and strong as he was, I knew that this man would never hurt me. 

While Joe was giving my big balls a tongue bath that made my nuts churn and my toes curl, his finger kept on exploring and plundering my ass. Joe had truly enormous hands, with big, blunt, muscular digits, and just that one finger up my butt was larger than some of the cocks that had been up there. The feeling was unbelievable, having my balls engulfed in his hot and wet mouth, having one of his huge hands roughly but tenderly exploring my body, and having one of his thick fingers thrust to the hilt up my shit chute. This big man was now possessing me utterly. 

Before long, Joe thrust a second big finger into me, any my eyes flew open wide as a writhed on top of his two thick fingers, trying to stay relaxed around them. He was really opening me up now. He also released my two huge balls from his mouth, letting them glisten with saliva, as he once more sucked my cock into his mouth, this time effortlessly taking all of my thick, rock hard meat to the hilt. 

All of a sudden, I felt him shift a little, and his fingers suddenly pulled out of me. A moment later, I felt something wet, hot, and unspeakably huge pushing into me, and I gasped in realization of what he was attempting to do. But I couldn’t break eye contact, my eyes locked in Joe’s stunning green gaze as he tried to wedge more and more of his impossibly mammoth cock into me. I gritted my teeth as he pushed his cock even more. Joe’s cock wasn’t nearly at full mast, and in fact even the shaft was feeling a little spongy at the moment, but I still felt like I’d split open from the sheer mass of his member. I’d taken some big dicks in my young life, but nothing even remotely compared to what Joe had swinging between his colossally muscular legs. I nearly screamed when I felt the flaring ridge of his wide cock head pop past my overstretched sphincter, but all that came out of my mouth was a breathy sigh as my ass trembled and quaked… and then suddenly relaxed around the massive intruder. 

Then he was sucking me and fucking me at the same time, and I felt like his mouth, his cock, his hands, and his eyes were the only things holding me in my body. He slurped up and down my bloated cock, stroked me, caressed me, teased my nipples, and with every stroke pushed more and more of his shaft into me. He had me locked down onto the weight bench with his insanely massive arm, and it was the only part of him I could reach, so I squeezed his writhing forearm and his pumped up biceps and triceps with both of my hands. He continued his triple-dance and I felt his cock head and the first four or five inches of his cock inside of me, growing thicker and harder. I moaned and winced, but never broke eye contact, even though I felt like he was going to rip me apart, rearranging my innards with the titanic cock protruding from his hairy groin. 

It must have been only a few inches, certainly no more than a quarter of his astounding cock, but it was getting wider and firmer by the second, and then I felt him pumping it in and out, slowly, so very slowly. It was like electricity, from his eyes to his mouth to his cock, and I lost almost all feeling of my body. I was a ball of pure lust, pulsing, until I could suddenly feel shocks becoming waves, and his eye-contact broke. That out-of-body feeling was there again and it was getting stronger, swelling like an ocean tide. My cock popped out of his mouth and he bent down, rose himself up, lifting me with him into the air, filling me until I thought he’d spear me through. The tidal wave finally crashed, and I shot and shot and shot, all over his chest and face again, moaning in one single cramp that seemed to last a lifetime. 

Once I felt myself collect back into my body, the first thing that I realized was that I was holding him by his short, hair and his achingly handsome face was a mask of bliss, his green eyes gently closed and his kissable lips parted in a wordless sigh. I then felt my ass being stretched yet again as Joe began to orgasm, filling me with a cum load so big, it practically ejected his cock. The cock head rim went out, causing me to wince in painful ecstasy, moving my hands to his muscle-bloated traps, as he lifted himself with myself in his arms, squeezing me into his unyielding pecs, slippery from our combined cum and sweat. As I felt pulse after pulse of his seed rocketing up inside of me, my hands fell over his colossal shoulders and down his enormous arms as far as I could reach, and then back up, keeping as much contact as possible with all of that hot, living, moving steel. 

Joe seemed to grow weak in the knees, for he slowly knelt on the gym flood, unwrapping my legs from around him as he let himself fall backwards to the floor. I wound up on top of him, straddling him, right over his spectacularly chiseled abs, as he continued to pound slug after massive slug of cum up my plowed and plundered ass. 

“O-oh boy… Dave… Oh god…” he rasped, continuing to stroke his spasming cock in and out of my overstretched ass. I gaped in wonder at my distended and swollen belly, for I was starting to look like I was six months pregnant after having so much sperm blasted inside of me! In fact, there was so much cum in my guts at this point that it was starting to leak and flow around Joe’s bloated cock. His deep moans made his abs under me bunch up, massaging my aching, spent balls, which had just pumped out their ninth massive load in, again, less than 24 hours! The great throbbing ache in my poor, overused bollocks was intense, for they had never been pushed so hard in my life, but the vibrations from Joe’s rumbling groans were strangely soothing. 

His lats jutted out so thick and wide that my knees were resting on their tremendous mass, spreading my legs apart so that I was actually supported by his magnificent abs. He panted, his incredible chest heaving, with me propping by my hands onto it, like I weighed nothing at all. I bobbed up and down slowly, as he breathed in and out, not being able to look away from his unspeakably beautiful face. His arms were spread to the side, and sex seemed to have pumped him up even more. I could not say anything for several seconds. In time, his breathing got slower and shallower as his titanic orgasm came to a gradual end. I could feel him shift, moving his hand behind me and his knee up, and then I felt his massive cock head pop out of my asshole. I moaned as a deluge of hot cum burst out of my ass like a garden hose turned on high, disgorging what had to be at least a GALLON of Joe’s hot and ripe splooge all over his groin and thighs in one great, long gush. My bulging turtle belly gradually deflated until my flat washboard stomach was once again revealed. 

Joe’s hot, sticky rod rose over my back like the vein-gnarled limb of some mighty oak tree, for the behemoth was still more than half hard. He lifted his cock with one of his big hands and squeezed along the entire length of the massive organ, forcing out the last huge belch of his cum, which landed wetly on my upper back and began a slow slide down my spine like a hot river.

“Oh boy…” he rasped again, his voice sounding dry and hoarse. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get it really hard for you to play with…”  

That was absolutely the last thing I would have expected him to say. My cock and balls positively ached, which was probably the only thing keeping me from getting hard again and cumming over his abs because of the hot and throbbing member he had arching over my back. Lying beneath me was the biggest, strongest, most beautiful sex god ever imagined, and yet he was so simple, and gentle, and caring. He was just so perfect that I could barely keep myself from cuddling and kissing and hugging him. “Well then, you’ll just have to get bigger,” I said instead, winking down at him. 

Joe chuckled in response and said, “Right now I feel so huge I could explode. I don’t think I've ever had such a pump, and it feels wonderful. And you feel even better on top of me!” 

“Well, then I propose we get back up there,” I motioned toward the upstairs with my head, “and do more looking so we know exactly how wonderful it feels,” I said. 

He laughed and lifted me off, again with an effortlessness that made me feel like a toy in a giant’s hands. I managed to pull another stroke over his huge chest as he lifted me up, unbelievably massive pecs which bunched up again when he raised his insanely brawny arms. In a second we were both on our feet, and we passionately kissed for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably just several minutes. Kissing Joe was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, like I was trying to consume him and be consumed at the same time. Then our lips finally parted. 

“And besides, you never explained what that thing is you do with your eyes,” I said, slightly breathless from our heated kissing. He just smiled, grabbed one of my hands in his far larger one, and started toward the locker room with me in tow. All I could think of was that I never wanted this to end…