The Ox of Starbucks

Sorry for my two-month-long hiatus, folks! I'm still working on fresh stories for you all, and have about a dozen finished ones saved on my computer, but I just haven't gotten around to posting any of them until now. 

I hope you all don't mind a little departure from the usual violent and brutal fare I usually post here, and that you'll enjoy a downright romantic tale. Shoot, I shoulda posted this one for Valentine's Day! ;)

The Ox of Starbucks

Based on an original story by Sean Reid Scott

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The guy looked like he must bench press cattle for fun. He was simply huge, massive, the most enormously muscular man I’d ever seen, either in photos or in real life. I had a difficult time at first figuring out if he was a bodybuilder or a powerlifter, as his clothes hid certain details from immediate view. But he certainly didn’t have the usual powerlifter’s gut. In fact, as thick as he was everywhere else, his waistline looked incredibly tight and narrow in comparison. His shoulders and chest were astonishingly wide and told of unspeakable power, and his bare arms were so thick and corded with muscle that they looked super human.

I blinked my disbelieving eyes as I tried to make sense of the sheer size and muscular BULK of this walking tank of a man, but when I took another look, I was no less astounded. He was built like the biggest, most steroid-bloated ox I had ever seen! So I instantly nicknamed him Mr. Ox. 

If you’re a reader of gay erotica, then you’ve no doubt read the ubiquitous yarns about the pickup at the coffee shop. We’ve all read such stories before, and some of us have even lived that fantasy a couple of times. But believe me when I say that the moment I looked at this guy, standing in line at my own neighborhood Starbucks, my mind filled with all of the cliche fantastical possibilities and improbable fantasies.

Mind you, I wasn’t getting any vibes whatsoever from this guy, as far as registering on my Gaydar. He did look around the store a little while he waited for his drink order, but hell, if you looked like you could throw a full-sized moose into orbit, you’d probably be at least mildly curious about who was looking. 

And I was definitely looking! In fact, I was looking too much, and he caught me! As soon as our eyes met, I immediately averted my gaze. Too late. He kept looking. At me. Now I’m not going to go on a bragging tirade here, but until Mr. Ox came in, I do have to admit that I didn’t really have any competition in the shop, at least not as far as muscular size and pure aesthetics go. I’m a young and very handsome guy, and I spend more than my fair share of hours in the gym, and it shows. With my good looks and powerful, muscular physique, I usually have my pick of guys at the clubs and bars. 

But when THIS guy came in, I was out. As in blown out of the water. Not even in his league. Not even in his GALAXY!

And I’m sure he knew it. How could he not! 

But I looked back at him to find him still checking me out. My heart rate increased. He turned to the counter as the line moved forward. A moment later our eyes met again.

I’d say the dude was just a few inches over six feet, making him just an inch or two taller than me. The more I studied him, the more I found myself in the ‘this guy is a bodybuilder’ camp rather than the ‘powerlifter’ camp.  

He wore a tight t-shirt, but not too tight. Hell, ANY t-shirt would have looked tight on this muscle bull, he was just built so phenomenally big! His arms were literally so fucking huge that they wouldn’t let the sleeves slip any lower than his broad shoulders, barely succeeding as it was to merely contain his gargantuan, boulder-sized delts! His t-shirt was obviously designed to show off everything, but not so tight that it made him look like he was trying. Fuck, he certainly didn’t need to try — his colossal arms were larger than most men’s legs! Yet at the same time, those massive guns were extraordinarily chiseled and lean and vascular, with thick, coursing veins like a Thomas Map book of highways. Yeah, definitely a bodybuilder; no powerlifter had ever been so stupendously cut and conditioned and vascular! Even the slightest movement of his arms produced a mesmerizing interplay of corded and striated muscles, speaking to the raw power in those mighty limbs. 

When he ordered, Mr. Ox faced directly away from me, and I saw his lats for the first time. God in fucking heaven almighty save us from destruction! The gym where I work out has some seriously huge and heavy-duty bodies there, but this guy would have had them all in tears. His goliath lats had to be damn near a full foot thick and flared out unbelievably wide. His shoulders were the stuff of cannonball legend. And from the back, his triceps screamed with more definition than I had thought was even possible, with the most massive and chiseled horseshoe that I had ever seen! That incredibly broad and densely muscular upper body tapered down majestically to his comparatively narrow waist, with his tucked-in t-shirt accentuating his almost comically waspish midsection. He looked like one of those morphed photos come to life! I never knew a man could BE so big! 

And then there was that ass! I nearly spilled my frappuccino when I saw it for the first time! Rigid ass muscles so chiseled and exquisitely formed that you could almost see the deep, fan-shaped striations right through the denim of his pants! It was the kind of huge muscle butt that could make angels weep, and it was clearly tight and hard as a rock, judging by the way the fabric was straining to contain those two flexing globes of muscle. God, to be those jeans! 

His upper legs were similarly behemoths, thighs like oak tree trunks with a spectacular outward sweep and curve of muscle, starkly visible even through his blue jeans. Those thighs were so thick that they rubbed up against one another more than halfway to his knees, and I wondered how he could walk without quickly wearing out holes in the inner thighs of his pants. 

He stepped to the barista’s oval and waited for his drink. He glanced at me again. I hadn’t looked away — and I couldn’t if I had tried! 

Was that a friendly nod he just gave me, or was I imagining things? God, my heart was now thundering! 

Fuck, his chest was astounding. I had never seen an upper pec shelf as pronounced or as wide as the one on this guy, and the bulky pec meat itself looked to be almost impossibly broad and thick. Damn, I think my entire HAND could have disappeared in the incredibly deep cleft between those titanic boulder pecs, with room to spare! I consider myself to be quite the connoisseur of male muscle, and just for the record, Mr. Ox was now the man to beat. I’d never seen someone so gorgeously gigantic and so wonderfully wide. 

Not to mention so devastatingly handsome. Have I mentioned yet how handsome he was? One might be forgiven for not even noticing the chiseled and rugged masculinity of his breathtaking face at first, because Mr. Ox was built so massively huge that it was hard to notice anything else about the man. But damn, the dude was ferociously handsome, too. Like movie star super hero handsome. In fact, his jawline and chin were so pronounced and powerful that they might have looked ridiculous or comical on anyone else, but worked perfectly on this mighty bull of a man. The five or six days of dark beard stubble only served to further accentuate the rugged power and overwhelming masculine beauty of his drop dead gorgeous face. 

He whipped out his cell phone and fiddled with it while he waited. 

“Venti caramel frappuccino for Jarrett,” the barista announced in short order. 

He stepped forward and grabbed his drink. 

Jarrett. I was now officially in love. 

Ox He-Man walked away with his drink, trying to balance his attention between whatever app he was using on his phone and deciding where to sit. Turns out there just happened to be a small table in front of mine. He sat, facing me, at the next table. Like, you know, we were now facing each other. 

Up close, I noticed how gorgeous his short, wavy-curly brown hair was. It was a very thick head of hair, and it had a suggestion of natural golden-blond highlights. He started sipping his drink, and continued to work his phone. Again, I averted my gaze, not wanting to get caught again… but my eyes weren’t about to ignore this supreme example of muscle magnificence that sat at the table directly across from mine! 

He finished with his phone and slipped it into his jeans pocket. His gigantic triceps grew and undulated with this simple task. Fuuuuuuuck! I nearly melted into the floor just watching that extraordinary symphony of muscles! He glanced up at me, his deep blue eyes meeting mine, and caught me looking again. And he gave the slightest of smiles, showing off a pair of gorgeous dimples that made me realize that, despite his chiseled features and colossal physique, he was just about as young as I was! 

I know I was gawking. How could I not? I hoped he was used to that. How could he not?

“How’s it goin’?” he said to me across our tables. God, his voice was so deep and resonant, just rumbling out of that mammoth chest of his! I swear I could feel his voice vibrating in my very balls! 

“Good!” I responded with a nod and a smile of my own. Then I blurted out, “Man, I just gotta say, your body is amazing!” 

I was embarrassed the moment I said it, but he just smiled a bit more widely now and said, “Thanks!”

“No, I mean, really,” I insisted, doubling down on my fawning outburst. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone built as huge as you.”

He grinned broadly, but not so much that he looked condescending or patronizing, showing off a set of perfect teeth and a heart melting smile. “Thanks. I appreciate that.” He took a sip. “You work out around here?”

Like I said, I’m built well enough to stand out in a crowd, but the fact that Mr. Ox had noticed made me feel really good. “Yeah, over at Crunch,” I answered. “You?”

“Just moved to town,” Jarrett said. “I’ve got a one-week pass to Gold’s Gym; giving that a try.”

“I’ve never been there. But I know Crunch gives out those one-week passes too. You should try it out some time.”

He nodded and took another sip. “Well thanks, I think I will. When do you usually work out?” His gorgeous blue eyes were twinkling.

“Me?” I choked. “Oh, um, well I usually work out first thing in the morning.” But if you want to work out in the afternoon, evening, or even in the middle of the night, I’ll be there!

“Cool,” he smiled. “Me too. Do you have a workout partner?”

“No,” I said. “Actually, I’ve been looking for one. My old partner just moved to New York.”

Now he stood, his massive bulk rising effortlessly and surprisingly gracefully out of his chair, and he walked the short distance over to my table. I stood up as well, and even though he was only an inch or two taller than me, I can’t even tell you how dwarfed I felt standing so close to him. He extended his hand. “Jarrett Davis,” he said.

I grasped his huge, meaty paw — damn, even his HANDS were huge and beefy! — and gave him the strongest handshake I dared, replying, “Sean. Sean Scott. And welcome to town!” Man, even just touching his thick, warm, and extraordinarily muscular hand was an erotic experience that I find hard to describe, and if I hadn’t felt so overwhelmed, I probably would have thrown a massive boner then and there! 

“Thanks! Mind if I join you, Sean?” His smile now held a hint of a smirk. 

If you only knew! Join me?! Uh… YEAH!! You’ll never know the WAY I’d like to have you join me! 

“Sure, have a seat!” I said. Now, only inches from my eyes, I could see how his forearms exploded with corded muscle fibers as we both sat down. Those meaty ham hocks were also covered in a liberal scattering of coarse dark hairs, making his massive forearms look even MORE masculine and manly! I just stared. Finally, still ogling them, I said, “I’m sorry but, God almighty, those are the thickest forearms I’ve ever seen!”

Without saying anything, he wriggled his fingers, and all hell broke loose on those babies —  muscles dancing, veins pulsing, tendons and fibers all rippling. He watched my reaction, but didn’t respond.

“Fuck!” I mumbled. I smiled faintly. “Oh, sorry,” I said. I didn’t know if he’d be offended by my expletive.

He smiled. “No problem. I’ve used my own fair share of cuss words.”

“I guess I’m just at a loss for words. You’re blowing me away, man.”

He chuckled. His eyes twinkled more. Then a thought struck him. “Hey, since I’m new to town, maybe you could suggest a restaurant or two.”

“Sure,” I brimmed, happy for any excuse to keep talking with this walking mountain of pure sex appeal. “What kind of places to you like?”

He fiddled with his straw. Again with the rippling forearms! He looked up at me and said, “Oh, I don’t know. Where do you like to hang out?”

Personally, I did have a few favorite places, but they were mostly gay bars and restaurants. I decided to just get this all over with. “Well, I have a few haunts that I like. But I’m not sure you’d be interested in them.”

“Why not?”

I cleared my throat. “Well… a couple of them are gay bars.”

He pursed his lips, thinking. He paused for about five years, it seemed, fiddling with that damn straw again. He looked up at me and said, “What makes you think I wouldn’t like that?”

I sighed; he smiled.

“I… I guess I just wasn’t getting the vibe, man,” I stammered, smiling and blushing. 

“Well, maybe you will.” He took another sip, sat his coffee down, then said, “But you know, now that I think about it, I’m kind of in the mood to stay in tonight,” he said. “Besides, I can’t think of a reason to go to a bar now — not now that I’ve met what’s gotta be the hottest guy in the entire city.”

I wanted to swing around to see if he was looking at someone behind me. Seriously the hottest guy in the damn COUNTRY was sitting across from me, and he was paying ME compliments!?! “Dude, you have no idea,” I said, continuing to blush furiously as my heart thundered even harder in my chest. “I mean… I’m kind of into muscle guys.”

“Reeeeaaaaally?” Jarrett drawled. Now he was teasing me, but I liked it. He laughed now. “Sean, I knew that you were attracted to me the moment I caught you staring at me. And just so you know, I was instantly attracted to you as well.” He then grabbed my wrist with his huge right paw and placed my hand on top of his muscle-corded left forearm. A sharp, electric jolt coursed through my entire body as I felt that warm, rock-solid flesh beneath my fingers. I was astounded to see how my big hand could only encompass a small fraction of his forearm’s titanic girth. “I’d like to get to know you better, Sean. My apartment is a mess as I’m still unpacking. Is there somewhere we can go and hang out together?” The smolder in Jarrett’s dark blue eyes was now unmistakable. 

I swallowed hard. “Wow. This is just like one of those stories you read about, Jarrett. Where an unsuspecting guy is just minding his own business, and into his Starbucks walks Mr. Ox, his biggest, handsomest fantasy come to life!” 

“Mr. Ox, huh?” Jarrett said, chuckling with his deep and rumbling laugh. “I like it! Well how about it, my innocent and unsuspecting stud? Can we go back to your place?” 

The beaming smile that broke out across my face at that point must have been bright enough to light the entire neighborhood. “Sure! Absolutely! In fact, I live only a few blocks from here!” 

“Well let’s go!” Jarrett said, smiling at me with the promise of so much more to come. 

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Jarrett walked with me the few blocks to my condo. I wanted more than anything to touch him as we walked, but I resisted the powerful urge, contenting myself with stealing constant glances at this muscle god come down to earth. He continued his playful conversation with me, clearly trying to make me feel more at ease, but I was just too wildly turned on to calm the fluttering beats of my heart. 

When I opened the front door and escorted him inside my apartment, I was struck by how much bigger he seemed now that he was inside my home. He was just INSANELY thick with muscles! His gargantuan physique seemed to fill half the living room, and once again I couldn’t believe that such a spectacularly muscular man had followed ME home! I was also struck again by how breathtakingly and outrageously HANDSOME he was! It just didn’t seem fair that one man could be so blessed. Sure, he had taken the extraordinary gifts he’d been given and had honed, shaped, and transformed them into something beyond my wildest fantasies, but still, it just didn’t seem fair. 

“Very nice place!” Jarrett smiled, looking up appreciatively at my vaulted ceiling and out my big picture windows.

“Thanks,” I said. “Can I offer you something to drink?”

“Sure! What are you having?”

“I’m feeling like some cabernet.”

He smiled. “That sounds good! I’ll join you in a glass.”

When I returned with the wine glasses, he was staring out my living room windows, facing my right. His profile was dizzying. His face was so handsome that I thought my knees might buckle. Those mammoth, majestic pecs stuck out in front of him with gravity-defying firmness, protruding what looked to be a good 6 inches out from his rib cage! I could see the nubs of his nipples through his t-shirt, and they were pointing almost directly down at the floor. My God, a man’s pecs had to be fantastically huge to make his nipples get almost tucked under their gargantuan overhang! His right shoulder and arm were no less mind-boggling. I really did think his upper arm could compare to most men’s legs; up close, I estimated that his mighty guns had to be a staggering 27 or 28 inches around!! I’d never even HEARD of arms that huge before!! And his waist, which tapered so dramatically from his extraordinarily broad shoulders, lats, and chest, looked to be only 3 or 4 inches larger than his titanic upper arms, if that! I mean, come ON!! How could this stunning muscle man be REAL, let alone standing here in my living room!?!

“It’s some of the 2022,” I smirked as I handed him his glass. “A very good year.”

He laughed as I nodded toward the kitchen. He could see the wine-in-a-box on the counter. “I only buy the best boxes of wine,” I quipped. 

He laughed louder, then took a sip. He looked back at me and said, “Actually, it’s not bad at all.”

I nodded. “I’m of the opinion that it’s the company that makes the wine. And right now, this wine may be the best I’ve ever had.”

“Hmmm…” he squinted as he pondered for a moment, and then he flashed a sudden, dazzling smile as he said, “Mine too.”

I blushed again, hardly believing that such a devastatingly handsome and monumentally built man like Jarrett could be saying such things to ME. Then it suddenly occurred to me that I hadn’t yet been to the grocery story that week. “I imagine you have quite the healthy appetite, what with all those muscles of yours,” I said, my eyes traveling over his phenomenal physique as I talked.

“Been known to eat my share,” he chuckled. “I have a very high metabolism.”

“Damn, I’ll bet you do! But now that we’re here, I’m not sure I have enough food for you,” I said. “Maybe we should consider a run to the store.”

“Tell you what,” he said. “After we finish this wine, I’ll take you out for dinner. My treat.”

“That would be great!” I responded. 

We spent the next half hour or so in affable conversation. I gave him a tour of my condo, and showed him photos of my family and friends that I had hung on one wall. We both talked about our jobs and our home towns, and otherwise got to know each other. The whole time, we kept ‘accidentally’ bumping into each other, our shoulders touching, our forearms brushing up against one another. But we didn’t so much as kiss. I think we both had an unspoken understanding that we were going to let the sexual tension build, and that after dinner we would see where things led. 

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Dinner was itself quite the event. We walked to an upscale steakhouse near my house, and I got to watch the reactions that other people had to Jarrett’s colossal size and insanely masculine beauty. I had a ringside seat to see the many looks of shock he created, and no few looks of disgust and revulsion as well by those who did not appreciate the aesthetic of a hyper masculine male. But there were also many lingering lust-filled stares by both men and women, and these I enjoyed most of all, because I knew that this extraordinary hunk of man was going home with ME. 

I also got to watch Jarrett put away two full meals, including a 96-ounce steak AND an entire lobster, PLUS all the sides and trimmings! The guy’s appetite was legendary! And seeing him consume such an enormous volume of food was strangely erotic in its own right. But let’s face it, everything about this mighty muscle man was powerfully erotic! 

It was hard to contain my excitement during the meal, and I must have thrown a partial boner at least a dozen times, just gazing at his extraordinarily handsome face, or watching his gargantuan muscles bulging and flexing with his every movement. I’m pretty sure he made extra motions just to rile me up, but I didn’t mind at all. The only downside was that my nuts were positively aching by the end of the meal, giving me a rather painful case of ‘blue balls’. I was certain that I’d be walking sorta bow-legged on the way home. But I knew one sure fire way to cure that, and that was going to be our ‘dessert’. 

Soon enough, we had returned to my place. I made some more drinks for us in the kitchen — something more potent and powerful than the wine we’d had earlier — and I came back to the living room to find Jarrett sitting on my couch. As in directly in the middle of it. 

“Come and sit by me,” Jarrett beckoned, his gigantic naked arms spread across the back of the couch and reaching very nearly from one end to the other, and his equally monstrous denim-clad legs spread open wide. “That was a big meal, even for me, and I need a little time to let this food settle.” 

Now that it looked like we might finally be getting a bit more intimate, I suddenly found myself nervous and self conscious. I handed Jarrett his drink and sat down next to him, but I was tentative, sitting forward on the couch cushion and not touching the huge man next to me. 

“Go ahead and relax, Sean,” Jarrett said in a deep but gentle voice. “You can lean back into me. Heck, I’ve been wanting to touch you all night!” 

I chuckled nervously but leaned back, just as he’d asked, and felt my neck and upper back press up against his enormous right arm. His big right hand immediately cupped my own impressively muscular shoulder, his huge paw easily enveloping the entire ball of muscle as he pulled me in tight against the side of his fantastically muscular body. The heat coming off of those huge muscles was amazing, making my body loosen in ways that I didn’t realize had been tense. I knew that I wouldn’t need any blankets if I shared a bed with this mega hunk, as he gave off more than enough heat to keep me plenty warm, even in the dead of winter! And his scent was intoxicating, a combination of soap and sweat and that indefinable musk that was pure muscle bull. Just the smell of the man had my head spinning and my cock hard as a crowbar and leaking copious amounts of precum into my pants. The feel of his insanely powerful physique pressed up against mine had every nerve in my body thrumming with erotic energy, and the only reason I hadn’t cum already was that I was TOO aroused to orgasm, like my entire swollen and engorged manhood was paralyzed with lust. 

I couldn’t believe that I’d met this indescribably beautiful and muscular god of a man just that afternoon, and that he was now here in my living room, his massive arm wrapped around me, his heady scent deep in my lungs, his gorgeous deep blue eyes staring back at mine with earnestness and concern. 

“Am I making you nervous, Sean?” Jarrett said in a soft voice, his devastatingly handsome face now inches from mine. “I’m sorry if I am, as I sure don’t mean to. I know that I may look intimidating, and that my size is a lot to handle, but I want to assure you that there is no other place I’d rather be at this moment than right here with you. I think you’re the sexiest man I’ve seen in a long time, and it’s been all I could do to not lunge across the table during dinner and make love to you then and there in front of all of the other patrons.”

I gulped at what Jarrett was saying, intoxicated by his handsome face, his calming words, and his warm breath in my face. 

“Now, if you have no objection, I’d like to kiss those beautiful lips of yours.” 

I smiled and nodded my head in response, incapable of speech at that moment, as Jarrett leaned in and gave me a gentle yet blissfully wonderful kiss. His lips were so soft, which was an amazing contrast to the raspiness of his stubbled chin and jaw, and I lost myself in their sweet touch. Jarrett held that kiss for a very long time, at least ten or 15 seconds, his mouth parting slightly at the end to very lightly tease me with his tongue. 

He pulled back for a moment to say, “Thank you for inviting me up to your home, Sean. This is the best welcome I could have imagined after arriving in your beautiful city.” 

“You’re welcome, Jarrett,” I replied, finally finding my voice again. “And thank you for coming into my Starbucks, and into my life.” 

We kissed again, and he slipped one huge hand behind my head to draw me in closer. This time, his mouth parted, and his soft but strong tongue invaded my mouth, while my own tongue sought to explore his. Jarrett was an expert kisser, passionate in a way I had rarely experienced before, and I quickly lost track of time as we made out on my couch. His right hand massaged the back of my neck as his other hand began to explore my body, and now that my own insecurities and inhibitions were melting away with the heat of his kisses, my hands began to explore his body as well. 

My God, but Jarrett was massive!! My hungry, eagerly exploring hands couldn’t hope to caress or contain but the merest fraction of the man’s spectacular size at any one time. Like his gigantic triceps, for instance — I could only grip one portion of that enormous horseshoe of muscle at a time! But equally amazing was how hard and how chiseled his mighty muscles were. It felt like I was feeling warm steel, for his muscles didn’t dent or dimple in the slightest now matter how hard I gripped them. I thought that Jarrett was flexing his huge muscles for me at first, but later when he DID flex them, and I felt them get even MORE hard beneath my hands, I realized that his muscles were simply that extraordinarily thick and dense. Hell, it felt like his huge muscles could deflect BULLETS, though I certainly wasn’t willing to ever put THAT theory to the test. I could also feel individual muscle fibers and bundles beneath the man’s warm skin, the astounding striations of his great muscles easily discernible under my fingertips. 

Some time later, we were both lying down on my couch, continuing our epic tongue battle. I was on the bottom, and Jarrett’s massively muscular body was lying atop mine. We kept right on exploring each other’s bodies through our shirts, and though I know I’ve got an impressive and beautifully-shaped body, there is no doubt that I was getting the better end of the deal here. My hands endlessly explored his tremendously wide back and massive deltoids, those impossibly thick latissimus muscles I had been drooling over earlier this afternoon, and those absolutely  enormous and freakishly powerful arms. It was like there were muscles on top of muscles, and I just couldn’t get enough of it! 

And speaking of muscles, there was a very large and very hard tube-shaped log of muscle that was pressing insistently against my own straining crotch, and I longed to see the size of the beast that Jarrett was packing in his trousers. As if he was reading my thoughts, Jarrett finally worked one of his huge hands down to the crotch of my pants, easily finding my rock hard cock through the rough fabric and giving it a firm squeeze. I moaned against the side of the man’s truly bullish neck, my lips and tongue tracing one of the enormous cables of thick muscle that supported his achingly handsome head. With Jarrett’s hand kneading my throbbing cock through my pants, I interpreted that as an invitation to return the favor, and I snaked one of my own hands down to feel the huge mound protruding from the crotch of his jeans. 

I was confused at first by what I was feeling, and I assumed at first that I had found one of the massive thick straps of muscle that made up one of the bull’s colossal thighs. But as my hand kept exploring that enormous, tube-like slab of muscle, tracing it’s gently curving arc all the way across to the man’s right hip, where it ended in a spongy bulb of flesh, I suddenly realized that I WAS gripping Jarrett’s cock, and it was GIGANTIC!! 

I gasped in shock and surprise, meeting Jarrett’s intense gaze mere inches from mine. He just gave me the biggest shit-eating grin and then attacked the side of my own neck, burying his stubbled face and kissing, licking, and lightly gnawing on the side of my neck. Waves of toe-curling pleasure washed over me, and I wrapped my arms as tightly around the massive beast of a man as I could, clutching him tight as he seemed to devour my very soul. 

We must have kept kissing and pawing at one another for at least an hour, neither of us in any rush, happily exploring each other’s clothed bodies with our hands and tongues. But eventually, I simply HAD to see this mighty muscle god naked, I HAD to have our bare skin pressed tightly together. Jarrett must have felt the same way, for he pushed himself up off of the couch, his enormous arms exploding into even more gargantuan size, and then gently helped me to my feet as well. 

I grabbed Jarrett by one of his huge, beefy hands and led him upstairs to my bedroom, the impossibly huge muscle man letting me gently but insistently pull him along with me. Once there, he turned me around to face him and began to untuck my shirt from beneath the waistband of my pants. The man was so huge and powerful that he could have done whatever he wanted to me, but Jarrett was slow and gentle with his movements, lifting my shirt up and off of me and baring my naked upper body to the room. 

A look almost like physical pain swept across Jarrett’s face as he looked hungrily upon my naked torso, and a small whimper of lust and need escaped his lips. Then he was suddenly upon me, his head lunging down so that he could start licking and kissing one of my beefy pecs, while a free hand rose up and began to roughly fondle and knead my other pec. He must have really liked what he saw, for he was like a starving man at a feast, his hands and mouth eagerly roving over all of my body that they could reach. 

Like I’ve said, I’m a fairly big guy in my own right, so I had never before been with someone who was so much larger than me. I had also therefore never before experienced what it must feel like to be ‘ravaged’, but that’s exactly how I was feeling now as Jarrett devoured me with his hungry mouth and his enormous hands. 

I eventually managed to push the big man upright long enough for me to grab the bottom of his now untucked shirt and start lifting it off over his head. Jarrett helped me by raising his impossibly thick and muscular arms up over his head. I was soon tugging and grunting in frustration, though, as the shirt caught onto the man’s majestically flaring lats, stymieing me in my attempts to undress the huge ox. I could hear a deep chuckle emanate from beneath the bunched up shirt, and Jarrett then did this thing where he dropped one shoulder, relaxing one of his lat muscles and allowing me to work the shirt past his incredible thickness and up over his head. I guess a guy as big as Jarrett had had to learn various tricks on how to get in and out of clothing. 

When I tossed his shirt aside and gazed upon his naked torso for the first time, I literally gasped in shock. Jarrett was even bigger and more densely muscled than I could have imagined, and more spectacularly shredded and chiseled than any competition bodybuilder I’d ever seen! But even more incredible and surprising was the thick and well-trimmed pelt of body hair that coated his monumental pecs and his spectacularly corrugated abdominals. In my experience, most big guys tended to shave or wax their body hair, the better to showcase their hard work and huge muscles, and I missed that added texture of a stud’s hirsute manliness. But not Jarrett — he didn’t NEED any help showing off his herculean musculature! His muscles were so monumentally huge that the thick dusting of short, coarse, dark brown hairs did nothing to hide his insane size or extreme conditioning, and if anything just made him more ridiculously manly and sexy, if that was even possible. 

I think I must have whimpered at that point, for Jarrett gently smiled and pulled me into a tight embrace, grinding his naked hairy chest and abs against my much smoother body, and driving me crazy with the sensation. 

He then pulled back and — again with a grace that I found astounding in a man so phenomenally huge — slowly dropped to his knees before me, his big hands finding the front of my jeans and opening the fly. I was moaning in erotic bliss as he worked the pants over my muscular ass and shucked them down my toned and muscular legs. Jarrett made a sound deep in his chest as he stared hungrily at my overstuffed underpants, my poor cock straining against the precum drenched fabric, and causing the overfilled pouch to squeeze my aching blue balls. He kneaded my own gorgeous ass cheeks with both of his powerful hands, his big mitts so huge that he was able to nearly palm an entire muscular buttock in each hand. He then closed his eyes and pressed his face against the mounded mass of my aching, straining crotch, breathing deeply of my scent as he rubbed his beard-stubbled face against my groin. 

Jarrett then pulled back again and worked my underpants over the swell of my ass, and then drew them to the floor. My dick sprung out as it was finally freed from my shorts, smacking hard against the man’s huge, hairy right pec as it unfurled to its full 10-inch grandeur, leaving a large smear of glistening, clear precum on Jarrett’s monumentally muscular tit. I’ve always been proud of my big cock, and the very large, lemon-sized balls that go with it, and Jarrett must have liked what he saw, too, for he reached up and gently cupped my manhood with both of his hands. His right handle cradled my big balls, aching with raw need, and as large as my balls are, I was astounded to see that his one muscular paw was large enough to engulf them both. I had the sudden realization that the huge muscle bull could instantly crush both of my testicles to a pulp if he wanted to, but the thought caused me no fear, for I completely trusted the sweet, kind, and passionate man kneeling before me. Jarrett’s other hand took a firm grip of my enormously engorged cock, almost making my knees buckle as I felt the tremendous strength in the man’s hand as it wrapped all the way around my girthy shaft. 

He fondled me like that for several long moments, and he must have sensed that I was getting dangerously close to cumming by the small sounds I was making in my throat, and the tiny tremors and convulsions rocking my body. He released my aching genitals and stood upright again, gazing deeply into my eyes, and then he stepped forward, gently pushing me down to the bed. I was left staring up at his gargantuan body and intensely masculine beauty as he started to strip out of his pants in front of me. 

I find it hard to describe the utterly colossal SIZE of the man’s deeply chiseled thighs, or the tremendously bulbous tear-shaped boulders that were his extraordinary calves. Jarrett’s physique truly defied description. The thick dusting of dark brown hairs all over those spectacular legs took them to the next level, and I could have gladly just worshipped those insanely muscular wheels all day. But Jarrett’s underpants quickly joined his blue jeans on the floor, and I was left staring at the most monumentally oversized set of human genitals I had ever seen. 

Jarrett’s magnificent cock jutted proudly from a dense mat of dark and neatly trimmed pubic hairs, reminding me at first of a fleshy bazooka or a meaty battering ram. The gigantic sex organ was thicker than my wrist, coated in enormous twisting veins, and had to be easily as long as my forearm from elbow to fist! The massive glans was bigger than an apple, and the gaping hole at its tip was drooling a constant stream of clear lust honey. The almighty tool had to weigh a ton, yet the enormous organ stood upright at a good 60 degrees or so, speaking to the tremendous strength of the man’s tight and corded groin muscles. It was the most beautifully formed penis I had ever seen, in addition to being orders of magnitude bigger than the next largest cock I’d ever experienced. 

Hanging beneath the base of that colossal cock in a baggy, hairy scrotum were a set of testicles so monumentally huge that I couldn’t at first believe my eyes. They were each bigger than my two fists put together. They were bigger than the ripest of grapefruits. They looked like a pair of huge, hairy coconuts hanging extremely low and heavy in their delicate sack. They were the most intensely beautiful and masculine sight I had ever seen. 

The sight of Jarrett Davis in all of his naked, muscular majesty was more than my poor overworked libido could take, and without even touching myself, I started blowing my long overdue load all over my pecs and chest. My aching balls convulsed so hard I wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d imploded, and a dozen or so slugs of my piping hot sperm shot rapid fire all over my body. 

Jarrett’s eyes flew open wide and his jaw dropped in almost comical-looking surprise, and I immediately sat up and started blushing, looking away from him once my surprise ejaculation ceased. I started stuttering an apology to him, but the big man gently pushed me back down and climbed on top of me, his massive right arm effortlessly holding up his tremendous weight above me and he gently stroked my face with his left hand and gazed once more into my eyes. 

“My god, don’t apologize, Sean!” he said, his deep voice rough with emotion. “That was perhaps the greatest compliment I’ve ever been given! And by the handsomest man I’ve ever seen, no less! Thank you, Sean. That was absolutely beautiful.” He then lowered himself down until our lips could meet, and he kissed me more thoroughly and more passionately than I have ever been kissed before. Some of my cum load had splattered against the underside of my chin, and Jarrett used his broad, powerful tongue to lap that up as well, savoring my flavor in his mouth. He must have liked what he tasted, too, because he was soon laving my body with long, broad strokes of his tongue, lapping up and eating all of my splooge. 

My cock had remained rock fucking hard and quivering ever after my unexpected orgasm, and his worshipful attentions to my body made it throb even harder. I’d never before remained so rock hard after an orgasm, and I realized with surprise that I could feel another orgasm sloshing around in my busy balls. 

Unable to hold myself back any longer, I attacked Jarrett’s impossibly massive and gorgeous body. He let me flip him onto his back with a deep, rumbling chuckle, and spoke encouragement to me as I hungry explored his magnificent body, roughly gripping his muscles, groping my way all over his granite hard chest, shoulders, and abs, feeling his dense chest hair run through my fingers. In my hoarse, husky voice, I commanded Jarrett to flex individual muscles for me while I roughly groped and kneaded them with my hands, and he happily complied, astounding me with the gargantuan size of his swollen, flexed muscles. 

I also hungrily attacked Jarrett’s monster of a cock. I wrapped both my hands around as much of that shaft as I could, my big hands barely reaching around more than half of its staggering girth. I couldn’t believe the jaw-dropping SIZE of Jarrett’s behemoth boner, and even gripping that meat in both of my hands, I could scarcely believe what I was seeing and feeling. I squeezed that shaft almost as hard as I could, and that rock hard organ barely even dented in my hands! The heat coming off of that massive penis was incredible, and I wanted more than anything to plunge that colossal schlong down my throat or have him plow it up my ass. But even though I’m a very talented bottom and cock sucker, even I knew that inserting such a huge trouser beast into ANY human orifice was likely an impossibility. 

I looked an unspoken query to Jarrett while holding his lofty organ with both hands, and he chuckled a bit self consciously and said, “To answer your ‘question’, it’s just over 16 inches long when it’s rock hard like this, and just over 11 inches around. And no, no one has ever managed to come close to taking the whole thing down their throat or up their ass. Most can’t even accommodate the head.” 

A look of sadness must have passed over my face, because Jarrett brightened and said, “Hey, Sean, don’t worry buddy! It’s okay! Honest! Sure, I may be built too large to fuck anyone, but there are plenty of other ways to play around with a cock this fucking big. And besides, I’ve learned to enjoy being a bottom anyway, and my ass is getting hungry for that big cock of yours!” 

My cock gave such a hard flex at the suggestion of fucking this gargantuan beast of muscle that it struck against the solid wall of my abdomen with a very loud smack, making both of us laugh. But before we got around to fucking, I simply had to explore the utterly massive seed pods swinging so heavy and huge between the stud’s hulking thighs. 

Jarrett’s mammoth balls were so huge that I could only grip one at a time, and even then the mighty orb filled my hand to overflowing. I couldn’t believe how huge and HEAVY just one of Jarrett’s titanic nuts were, or how firm and solid it felt in my hand. The contrast of his rough, coarse nut hair against the smooth and silky skin of his scrotum was powerfully erotic, as was the heady smell of musk wafting off of those two massive baby makers. I then used both of my hands to lift up both humongous nuts, and marveled at their unreal size and mass, the weighty orbs all but pulsing with raw male power. 

Gazing down upon this utterly magnificent man spread out before me, and cradling his gigantic testicles in my hands, I finally said, “Jarrett, I will gladly fuck that phenomenal muscle ass all night long. Or for the rest of my life, if you’ll let me. But first, I just gotta have your massive horse cock inside of me. Will you please fuck me, Jarrett? I really think I can take it. Will you give me a chance?” 

A look of worry and uncertainty washed over Jarrett’s breathtakingly handsome and overwhelmingly masculine features, making him look even younger than his already youthful years. “Are you sure?” he asked with obvious trepidation. “I will be as gentle as I can, but I’m built fucking HUGE. I don’t want to hurt you, Sean.” 

My heart swelled with the care and concern evident in his voice, but I told him, “We’ll take it nice and slow, big guy. And I promise, if it gets to be too much, I’ll let you know. Now please, fuck me Jarrett. Fill me with your huge, muscular cock!” 

I kissed him even more passionately than before, and after a moment’s hesitation, Jarrett kissed me back. Our hands couldn’t get enough of each other’s bodies, and the feelings of heat and lust continued to build and build between us. Jarrett could take no more, and he effortlessly flipped us over like I weighed nothing, and then he forced me onto my knees and knelt behind me. Sucking one of his thick, muscular fingers into his mouth to wet it, Jarrett then gently inserted his finger into my hungry hole, opening me up. He gradually moved on to two fingers, and then three, methodically easing me open and spreading my hole apart. I’d taken some big and hefty cocks in my life, but Jarrett’s three big, blunt fingers together felt thicker than the girthiest cock I’d ever had, and that still wasn’t nearly as thick as Jarrett’s own cock. 

By the time Jarrett judged that he’d opened me up as much as he could, I felt like I was more than ready to receive him. Jarrett climbed on top of me, wrapping his much bigger body around mine until I could feel his huge, hairy pecs pressed against my back, one enormously muscular arm wrapped around my body, and his hot breath on the back of my neck. Then, with infinite care and tenderness, he placed the blunt tip of his huge cock against my loosened hole and began to press gently forward. 

My eyes flew wide and I gasped in shock as I felt the huge, spongy cock head open me up wider and wider and wider still, until I felt like I might rip right open. But just before I would have begged him to stop, I felt the swollen ridge of his cock head pop past my overstretched sphincter, plunging inside of me. Jarrett held stock still as my abused hole spasmed around the monstrous invader, and my entire body quivered and whimpered against the pain. But then suddenly, a warmth suffused my whole body, and I felt every last muscle relax, including my sphincter. I was ready for more. 

Jarrett ever so slowly worked his way deeper and deeper into my body. He’d insert another inch or two, and then hold still, feeling my body shudder powerlessly and bonelessly around him. I was barely even capable of coherent speech by this point, and grunts, groans, and sighs alerting the impossibly big man of when to push forward, when to pull back, and when to hold still and let my body adjust to the dimensions of his colossal cock. Jarrett was gentle, but god, his dick was so hard! I squeezed my ass and gut muscles around Jarrett’s cock, and he really seemed to like that. I know I did! 

It seemed to take forever, but there came a point where Jarrett could go no deeper, as he was buried to the hilt inside of my ass. I’m not sure who was surprised more — him or me — but we seemed to hold there in a tight embrace for an eternity, Jarrett buried balls deep in a man for the very first time in his life, and me filled far beyond anything I could have ever imagined before. 

The big man then started pumping his muscular and incredibly strong and powerful hips, gently at first, but with increasing force and speed, plowing my hungry ass with this massive and magnificent cock. Jarrett nestled his face next to my neck, nuzzling up against me and breathing heavily as he fully gave in to his erotic needs for the first time in his life. His breathing grew heavier and he tightened both of his massive arms around me, making me feel safe and protected as he plunged himself into me over and over and over again. His cock was glorious, filling me so completely that I wasn’t surprised to see my abdominal wall visibly bulge at the end of each to-the-hilt thrust. I was mewling and babbling and writhing around his magnificent, uncompromising, diamond hard cock, and I couldn’t have cared less. I winced each time his titanic sperm tanks collided solidly with my own much smaller balls on each thrust and swing, but even the steady pounding of my balls melted into a pleasure so sublime that I think I left my body for a time. 

Up until now, Jarrett had been nothing but tender and gentle, but as his own feelings of lust grew, he soon unleashed all of his phenomenally muscular power into me with ardent thrusts and plunging shoves. He was soon hammering me into the bed with wanton abandon, thrusting so hard that I wouldn’t have been surprised to see his cock head erupt out of my mouth. Tears were streaming unheeded down my cheeks, but I didn’t care — my entire being was focused on milking the ginormous cock shoved deep into my churning guts. 

Jarrett soon had a hard and steady rhythm going, pumping his full length in and out of me over and over and over again in an all-out assault on my battered ass. I’m not usually much of a talker during sex, but for some reason, being so completely overpowered by this ultra alpha bull of a muscle man brought out my inner slut, and I found myself growling out to him, things like, “God yeah! Fuck me harder, man! Fuck yeah, Jarrett! You’re so fucking BIG! Breed my ass, you huge stud bull! Fill me with your seed! Pump me full of your babies!” 

I think the big guy surprised himself with his own responses, saying phrases like, “Aw yeah, I’m fucking your ass! Feel my power, man! I’m crushing your body! Gawd, you’re so fucking tight! I can’t believe you’re taking all of me! Aw fuck, Sean! I’m gonna breed you! I’m gonna pump you full of my cum and make you mine!” 

The naughty word play, the relentless pounding of my prostate, the feel of his gargantuan muscles flexing against my body, the sense of being utterly filled by his cock — all of these sensations were simply too much for my battered libido to take. I could feel my poor balls suddenly cramp up like never before as I started spewing huge streamers of cum onto my bedsheets. 

“I’M CUMMING!!” I shouted. “OH, I’m cumming Jarrett! Oh yes!! Fucker me harder, man! Fill me with your baby batter!” 

Jarrett turned into a man crazed, humping and pumping and bucking his hips like one of those mechanical bulls I’d seen on TV. Moments after I had started cumming, I felt Jarrett unleash his load inside of me, and it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. It was like a firehose was rhythmically power washing my insides! I could feel his scorching hot cum flooding my insides in pulse after lust and glorious pulse, pumping insane amounts of his thick splooge deep inside me! My eyes grew wide as I saw my normally flat belly visibly inflate, he was pumping so much of his liquid essence inside of my body! 

The muscular ox continued squirting out his load long after my own exhausted bollocks were firing nothing but blanks, and even when his monumental orgasm finally ceased, Jarrett remained rock hard and buried deep inside me. He kept slowly pumping his muscular hips, holding me tight and kissing my neck as he whispered in my ear. My eyes were fluttering as I struggled to retain consciousness, the extreme pleasure nearly knocking me out. 

It wasn’t until long after he’d finally grown completely soft inside of me that Jarrett finally pulled himself out, leaving me feeling open and empty. I could feel some of his load trickling out of my ass onto the already cum-soaked sheets, and knew I’d be shitting his load for a week. But I didn’t care. 

Jarrett laid down next to me, careful to not crush my body with his tremendous weight, and he planted dozens of light and gentle kisses on my shoulder and back, stroking my languid body with his free hand while he gazed lovingly into my eyes. 

“Sean, that was… incredible!” Jarrett finally said, his deep voice sounding even deeper in post coital bliss. “That was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had! No one has taken even HALF as much as that before, and it was mind blowing! But how are you, Sean? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” 

“Oh no, big guy!” I said, my words slightly slurred as I slowly relearned how to move again. “I loved it, Jarrett! You’ve ruined me for any other man!” 

“Then I hope you’ll let me do that again some time,” Jarrett replied, a note of uncertainty in his voice and a hint of pain on his devastatingly handsome face. 

“Well if you stay the night, Jarrett, I’ll let you fuck me all over again,” I said, a lascivious grin on my face. 

“I thought you’d never ask!” Jarrett said, a look of genuine relief on his face. Like I would ever kick him out of my bed! Please!! I was already hoping to keep Jarrett by my side forever. 

“Just one thing first,” Jarrett said, a look of mock seriousness on his handsome face. “I’m going to need you to plow this big muscle ass of mine!” 

So saying, Jarrett quickly flipped over on his hands and knees, and presented me with the most glorious, muscular, hairy ass I had ever seen in my life. My flagging cock sprang back to attention faster than I think it ever had before, and I think I actually started to drool. 

The epic marathon of fucking and love making we had that night was just the first of countless days and nights to come, for the Ox of Starbucks had chosen me, and I had made him mine.