Date: Sat, 02 Oct 1999 18:18:20 GMT From: Derek Flex Subject: MuscleMan 7 MuscleMan meets Justin The Ultimate Superhero -- MuscleMan Episode Seven -- MuscleMan meets Justin by Derek Flex (Author's note: Please feel free to e-mail me with your comments about this series, or any of my stories. I enjoy hearing from guys who are into these muscle stories. Your feedback is welcome.) Derek Flex - raexis@hotmail.com MuscleMan meets Justin The nineteen year-old strained to finish his set of concentration curls. His upper arm was pumped to its limit, 21 inches. The lean skin seemed to ripple as he squeezed the muscle at the peak of the contraction. His face strained. He sat the 120 pound weight back on the rack and stood tall. His 6' 4" frame was packed with 280 pounds of solid, fat-free muscle. His lean, muscular body swelled with each heavy breath. Justin took a deep breath, and his thick chest swelled as it filled. His gray tank top laid loosely on top of his bulging muscles. Huge delts dominated his torso. His massive arms commanded the attention of everyone in the gym. Behind the fabulously-built teenager stood a small group of guys. They were pretty well stacked in their own right, but none was even in the same league as Justin. Their eyes kept finding their way onto Justin's perfectly proportioned body. Justin slightly flexed his tricep as he watched the mirror. "Fuck," whispered one of the guys as Justin's muscle bulged. Justin garnered a lot of attention, not only due to his striking physique, but because of his superhuman strength. One hundred-twenty pound concentration curls! His amazing strength was like nothing that had ever been seen! Guys just couldn't believe the incredible power this kid possessed! Justin was frequently called upon to demonstrate his power. His 600 pound bench press just blew everybody away. Often, the weights in the gym just were too small for him, So he tried to compensate with more reps. "Come on, take it off," one of the guys egged Justin on. A few of the other guys agreed. "Let's see that back, Justin." The corners of Justin's mouth turned up. He turned around and smiled. "Well," he said slowly. "I guess I am done with my workout for today." He reached down and grabbed his sweat towel off the bench. "If you want, we can go into the posing room." He still had a slight smirk on his face. The three guys nodded and smiled. Any one of these guys would have sent a hot-blooded gayboy into an involuntary orgasm. They were well-built and gorgeous. But the look of envy on their faces was obvious. Justin was simply a huge, even more-gorgeous specimen of perfect manhood than any of them could ever hope to be. Justin and his entourage made their way to the back of the gym. There were two posing rooms there, each lined with mirrors on all four walls. The four men went into the left room. They turned on the lights and closed the door. Justin turned around and look at his three admirers. His body was unbelievable. His massive proportions were accentuated by his long torso, which narrowed to 29 inches at his waist. His powerful legs bulged with gargantuan muscles. Justin looked at the three bodybuilders. His heart rate was elevated just a bit. It was pretty exciting to have these guys gawking with such open envy and admiration. He knew they wanted to see his body. And he was going to enjoy this immensely. He slowly began to pull his tank top out of his sweats. Mitch slightly bit his lip. Mitch was about 25 years old, and weighed probably 190. He was about 6 feet tall with wavy black hair. Very nice proportions, especially his broad shoulders. Mitch had always had a fondness for extremely well-built guys, but had never told anyone. His sexual expressions had been limited to self-gratification only. One of the other guys, Ren, took a deep breath. Ren was husky. Strawberry blonde hair. Real solid body. Probably 6'2" and 220 pounds. He had a neck like a linebacker's. The last guy, Alex, just smiled as he stared. Alex was about 6'3" and slender. Nice and lean, but not real powerful. Mitch began to sport a boner under his shorts. Justin's muscular teenage fingers pulled the fabric out of his sweats. He looked up at the guys, giving the cutest, innocent look, as if to say "You sure you want to see this?". His dark eyes were killer! He looked back down and began to lift the tank top up. His abs began to show. He seductively lifted the shirt all the way up and over his head. He dropped it on the floor. His chest grew as he inhaled. He tightened his abs just a bit, and the skin seemed to recess as the mountains of muscle grew into a rock-hard cobblestone wall. Justin exhaled the air from his lungs. Ren gasped softly as the muscles on Justin's torso tightened and grew. His vascularity was dizzying! The muscular teenager was really enjoying the effect he was having on these guys. Each stud kept his eyes glued to the bulging muscles on Justin's upper body. Only occasionally did one of the guys look away, almost in disbelief. Justin froze as he expelled the remaining air from his lungs. Then, slowly, he began to draw a breath. His huge arms hung out far, pushed by his wide lats. His chest rose as he inhaled. His pecs grew. The silver dollar-sized nipples on his chest moved as his muscles began to ripple. "Holy shit," Ren said. The other two guys remained silent. Justin didn't respond to Ren. He slowly raised his arms and hit a double biceps pose. Slowly, he squeezed his guns. He pumped them very slowly. The huge muscles bulged. Justin squeezed them harder. Extremely high peaks of muscle formed on top of Justin's arms. His 21 inches of beef glistened under the posing room lights. "Fuuuuck," Mitch said. The other two moaned in unison. Justin kept his biceps flexed as he twisted his forearms. He pointed his thumbs away, causing his biceps to jump and flex more. He looked at the guys and smiled broadly. Then he brought his hands down to his sides. He looked down at his huge arms and tightened them as they rested at his sides. His triceps rippled. Justin kept studying the awesome size and definition of the slabs of beef at his sides, and then slowly raised them both to his left side, hitting a side biceps pose. He looked up at the three worshippers to see them staring at him with jaws dropped. He tightened his guns once again and they bulged. At this point, Mitch seemed to move behind Ren just a bit. Justin could see what was happening. Mitch was shooting a load inside his shorts. He tried to hold still, but Justin could see him jerk with each ejaculation. Mitch stayed behind Ren until he was done. Alex and Ren didn't see what happened, but Justin did. Mitch wasn't sure if Justin saw. Mitch put his hand on his crotch and pushed as he hid behind Ren. He bit his lower lip and pressed the milk out of his dick. His shorts dampened slightly. When he was finished, he made sure his shirt fell in front of his pants so as to hide the wet spots. Justin kept posing, hitting most muscular, ab, and back poses. The three guys watched, their attention focused on the huge, lean flexing muscles of the tall teenager. Justin enjoyed every second. After a few more minutes of upper-body posing, Justin started to fiddle with the string of his sweat pants. He untied it slowly, occasionally looking up at the guys. He grinned. Then he slowly pulled the sweats down over his colossal quads. His legs rippled in waves of insanely defined musculature. His sweats dropped down all the way. He stepped out of them. The three guys had never seen anything even close to Justin's leg development! His thighs were huge! And the lean definition was dizzying! Justin was wearing a very skimpy blue posing strap that didn't leave much to the imagination. His oversized genitals filled the fabric to overflowing. Justin resumed posing. He turned around and flexed his glutes, which were nearly totally exposed. His back side moved in waves of muscle. He finally turned around and relaxed. "Well, what do you think?" he asked innocently. No one answered for a few seconds. Finally, Ren said "You have the most perfectly developed physique I have ever seen!" Justin smiled, then looked at Alex. "Fuck," was just about all Alex could get out. "How about you, Mitch," Justin asked. "What do you think?" Justin grinned sheepishly. He was anxious to hear from Mitch, after the little episode he had just had. Mitch seemed speechless. Then he said "Uh. It's. -It's perfect." Justin smiled. He hit a few more poses, then finished. "Thanks, guys. I appreciate the input. Maybe we could get together again sometime." He bent down and started fiddling with his tank top. The three made their way to the door. As soon as they were out, Justin called to Mitch. "Hey Mitch," he smiled. Mitch turned around and went back in. He was nearly trembling as he approached this muscleteen who had just made him involuntarily cream his shorts. He said nothing, looking down to make sure nothing showed. Then he looked up. Mitch thought to himself that Justin looked like a cross between Rory Leidelmeyer and Mike O'Hearn, only with more muscle. He was so gorgeous he could have easily been a Chippendales model. "Hey, uh." Justin hesitated just a bit. "Well, -I just wanted to apologize for causing that little mess in your shorts," he said. His mouth began to grin just a bit, but he stopped. Mitch was speechless. Justin's muscular, lean body loomed over Mitch. His huge nipples pointed downward. His thick, smooth chest bulged with each breath. Those pecs perfectly hung out and over his brickwork abs. Mitch was afraid he would cum again, right then and there, just looking at this musclegod's body. Justin finally broke the ice. "God knows, I've cum enough times myself," he smiled. Mitch still didn't respond. He tried to look away, but Justin's deep green eyes kept drawing him back. "I was wondering if you would be interested in coming over to my apartment, and... maybe I could do some more posing for you. You know, in a little more private place," Justin asked. Before Mitch could even think about responding, the door to the posing room opened. It was after 11 p.m. by now, and the all-night gym was pretty deserted. Except for the guy who was walking in the door. The guy was about 6'5" and HUGE. He was wearing a sweat shirt and sweat pants, but it was immediately apparent that he was STACKED and lean. He easily had 50 to 70 pounds on Justin. He was all the way inside with the door closed before he looked up and noticed the nearly-nude muscle teen and Mitch. "Oh, man," he said. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were in here. I'll just go use the other room." The guy's eyes halted on Justin's perfect, narrow-waisted body. It was obvious he didn't really want to leave. "No, that's O.K.," Justin insisted. "We were getting ready to leave anyway. You go ahead and stay in here. We'll be gone in just a minute," he said. Mitch could tell that Justin was interested in checking this guy out." "You sure?" the giant stud asked. "Sure," Justin answered. "Make yourself comfortable." The guy set his bag down in the corner and began to fiddle with his gear. Justin tried to make like he and Mitch had been talking about posing or bodybuilding. He talked softly now. "Here, do you think this looks better?" he asked Mitch as he began posing. Mitch was only slightly confused, but he got the gist of what was going on, and to be honest, was every bit as interested in seeing what might happen as Justin was. Justin kept posing. His full, tan chest was simply heavenly. Mitch absolutely loved this. The guy in the corner took off his sweat shirt. He was wearing a T-shirt. On his chest was printed the words: "Bodybuilders get hard." It wasn't difficult for Justin to keep checking this guy out as he undressed, because all four walls were lined with mirrors. The guy was also checking Justin out as the wonderteen posed, off and on. Finally, the guy took off his shirt. Justin stopped posing. His mouth dropped open as he saw the guy's upper body for the first time. "You're MuscleMan!" Justin gasped as he swung himself around to face the superhero. MuscleMan grinned just a bit, but didn't answer. He just began to untie his sweats. Soon they were on the floor and MuscleMan's body was exposed, save the well-filled red posing strap. Mitch's dick began to grow. He was surrounded by inhuman proportions. MuscleMan walked over to Justin and said "Mind if I do some posing with you?" Justin didn't answer. MuscleMan moved behind Justin and the two faced the mirror together, MuscleMan looking over Justin's shoulder. MuscleMan's huge fat-free physique towered over the muscleteen in front of him. "Let's see a biceps pose, kid," MuscleMan said. Justin raised his right arm. MuscleMan watched as Justin's 21 inches of hard, lean, teenage beef flexed. Then, after a minute, MuscleMan's right arm rose right behind Justin's. MuscleMan flexed. His 25 inches of granite swelled and bulged, dwarfing Justin's. Justin didn't lower his arm. He felt a strange need to show MuscleMan more. The two men kept posing their right arms, as if it were a contest of size. MuscleMan was obviously the winner in this contest, but Justin was in no way the looser. Then the two musclegods raised their left arms and continued posing. They each jockeyed for position as they tried to muscle their way to a more prominent spot. Watching Justin go to the mat like this made Mitch's cock rise even more. Within a few minutes, the two men were engaged in the most powerful posing contest Mitch had ever witnessed. Justin looked like he was fighting for his life as he went against the superhero. Finally, the two men relaxed. "You've got quite an impressive physique, kid," MuscleMan said. "I hear you're also pretty strong. Word around here is you're the strongest guy in the gym." Justin didn't respond. His breathing was heavy from the posing workout. His huge Mike O'Hearn chest rose and fell. MuscleMan's mammoth pecs did too. MuscleMan stepped closer to Justin. The two were almost touching, facing each other. "You think you are strong enough to go up against me?" MuscleMan grinned. Justin grinned back. "Now THAT would be a contest worth fighting," he said as he stared into MuscleMan's eyes. Without delay, MuscleMan brought his hands up to Justin's bulging arms as they rested at his sides. MuscleMan's strong fingers began to move down the rippling muscles of Justin's arms, down his forearms, and finally, down onto his hands. The two musclegod's hands locked, their palms facing, their fingers intertwined. Mitch's cock was as stiff as a pipe. He sat down on a chair. The two men's hands began to tighten. The muscles in both their arms began to bulge. They stared into each other's eyes as the test of strength began. Their hands gripped hard now. Their arms started to rise outward. Soon they were spread-eagle. They began to push harder. They shifted their legs to gain better footing. Within a few seconds, their hands were up high, above their bodies. MuscleMan grinned. Justin grinned too, but his smile held just a bit of trepidation. MuscleMan pushed, and Justin's wrists began to bend back. Justin squinted and fought back. For a second, he seemed to make some headway in moving MuscleMan back, but not for long. MuscleMan pushed harder, and Justin's wrists bent back farther. Justin began to move down. MuscleMan widened the arm spread, and pushed downward. Justin's huge legs started to tremble. His thick quad muscles wiggled and bulged as he struggled to stand tall. MuscleMan grunted and pushed harder. Justin let out a loud groan: "Ohhhhaaahhh." He pursed his lips and expelled a loud breath. For a few seconds, Justin was able to straighten his huge legs again, pushing the giant MuscleMan off him just a bit. MuscleMan strained and grunted as he regained the upper hand. Mitch quietly grabbed a gym towel and draped it on top of his shorts. He slowly moved his hand underneath and pulled his shorts and jockstrap down from his stiff erection. He began to touch himself very gently, tickling his pole. Precum oozed out his hole. By now, Justin was about halfway down to the floor. His feet kept fighting for strong position, but no matter where he planted them, MuscleMan answered with more power. Justin's powerful arms, the arms that could curl 120 pounds each, began to quiver. "Ahhhhhhh!" Justin hollered as he fought back. "Ohhhhhhh shit!" He moaned. "Oh SHIT..." He breathed heavily and grunted. "Oooohhhhh," he groaned. "Oh SHIT..." He panted and fought. "Oh SHIT.." he repeated as both his knees finally met the floor. He bowed down and continued to struggle against the musclegod who was dominating his muscled, teenage body. Justin's arms and legs continued to bulge, occasionally trembling in pain. MuscleMan pressed harder and Justin began to bend back. Justin's back arched far, forcing him back and down. His hamstrings pressed against his calves and his mighty glutes crammed into his heels. MuscleMan was nearly on top of Justin, the stronger man's legs nearly straddling the teen's narrow torso. Justin bent his head back as his arms were forced backward. He gazed up at the inhuman musculature of MuscleMan. MuscleMan smiled, then PUSHED harder. "Aaaaaaaargh" Justin moaned in agony. "Oh SHIT!" he hissed. He panted and panted. His lungs filled and exhaled loudly between his moans and cries. MuscleMan backed off. He pulled back and lowered his arms, twisting both their hands out and then down to their sides. Their forearms were pointing straight down. Then, MuscleMan began to apply pressure again. As Justin's wrists were bent back again, the teen was now forced to stand quickly. The excruciating pain in his wrists brought Justin up fast. MuscleMan PUSHED, and lifted the teenager up. Justin fell into the superhero's body, their torsos forced together by MuscleMan's downward wrist lock. It was the same hold, only now their arms were below and between them, instead of above and over them. Justin's cheek rested on MuscleMan's massive chest as he wailed in pain. MuscleMan only intensified his grip. The superhero grunted just a bit, then actually started to arm-curl Justin, lifting his feet off the floor. Justin writhed. His cheek rubbed against MuscleMan's chest as he was forced upward. MuscleMan's gargantuan arms bulged as they contracted and curled tighter. Warm, hard shots of jizz began to wet the underside of Mitch's towel. He pushed on his penis and encouraged more of the creamy white milk to ejaculate. Mitch jerked as MuscleMan overpowered the massive, ultimately hunky and powerful teenager. Mitch pressed harder, stroking himself in the most stimulating orgasm that he had ever had. Finally, MuscleMan sat Justin back down and released him. Justin nearly fell all the way to the floor. "You O.K.?" MuscleMan asked. He seemed genuinely concerned. Justin panted. Finally he looked up and answered. "Fuck... I've never met anyone who could do that to me." He found the strength for a big grin. "Holy SHIT, you are powerful!" MuscleMan bent down and cupped Justin's left cheek in his hand. "I'm sorry I hurt you." "Thanks. I guess you could say, though, that it hurt very GOOD," Justin grinned as he stood up. There were a few minutes of talking, and mutual admiration of body parts. Then, MuscleMan took off his posing trunks. "I guess the next test is the most important," MuscleMan smiled. Justin didn't know quite what to think. MuscleMan reached down and ripped off Justin's trunks. "Now wait a minute," Justin demanded. "I never said anything about doing anything like THIS." He tried to move away from MuscleMan, but almost immediately, MuscleMan had Justin down on the mat, wrestling. Justin fought back with all he had. There was NO WAY this was going to happen. He liked making other guys jerk off, well enough. But actually having another man overpower him and do WHO KNOWS WHAT... well THAT'S a different story! Justin fought, even kicked. But MuscleMan was obviously more powerful and faster. Every hold that Justin was somehow able to get out of, was met by a newer, more powerful hold. The two nude muscle men wrestled for about five minutes. With each turn of their bodies, Mitch could see that MuscleMan's cock was getting stiffer. Justin moaned in pain as MuscleMan overpowered his muscular body. MuscleMan squeezed tight. Justin winced in agony. Justin was obviously no match for MuscleMan's body. Soon, MuscleMan had Justin face down on the mat. Justin was pinned down, and exhausted. MuscleMan's huge cock rose up stiff against his abs. A few drops of his precum dripped down and fell onto Justin's rippling, lean back. MuscleMan held Justin's hands wide and spread his legs with his own. Justin's tight, globe-like ass stuck high into the air. MuscleMan's mouth began to salivate as he gazed upon the perfect, huge, hard-as-rock glutes which formed Justin's ass. MuscleMan took his time inserting his penis into Justin's muscular butt. Slowly, painfully, the giant cock made its way inside. Justin fought, squirming violently. "No! NO! NOOOOOOO!" Justin yelled. MuscleMan penetrated the teen muscle-ass with such pleasure. He paid no attention to Justin's pleas for mercy. Actually, they seemed to turn MuscleMan on all the more. Within a minute, MuscleMan's dick was all the way inside. He gently lowered his colossal frame onto Justin's back, and rested. Justin laid quietly now, as prey might, just before it is devoured. After a few minutes MuscleMan began to hump Justin's butt, moving in and out. At first he was slow and deliberate. Then he quickened his rhythm, pounding his lower torso against the writhing teenager's ass, pulverizing it with every blow. His mighty body rippled with huge muscles as he raped the powerful teenager. The two men's legs formed the most unbelievable blend of muscle! Their huge quads and hamstrings bulged as they struggled against each other. Muscle under fucking muscle. Their giant legs rippled in waves of power. Justin hissed loudly. His breaths were punctuated with expletives. He groaned with each thrust of MuscleMan. The two men lay in the corner, moaning like animals. It was quite loud and tense. Underneath, the muscular physique of the teenage idol vibrated and rippled as it was raped. On top, the unbelievably huge and beautiful body of MuscleMan pushed and panted, pounding the ass of Justin. It was loud, passionate and painful. Justin began to quiet down, possibly because he knew he was powerless to stop this assault, possibly because it really wasn't that bad. His only sound was an occasional moan. MuscleMan kissed Justin's neck. He massaged Justin's big arms. He pounded Justin's ass with his rod. His pace intensified. Pound after crushing POUND. MuscleMan dripped with sweat as he worked Justin's ass over. Mitch could see MuscleMan bring his huge cock almost all the way out. It glistened with moisture. It was cut, red, and striated. Vascularity was never a problem for MuscleMan, and his penis was no exception. The thick meat seemed to grow and swell as MuscleMan held it out, with only the tip of the head inside Justin's ass. MuscleMan would squint his eyes, and then ram it hard, all the way back in. Justin's muscular ass swallowed the mighty meat easily. Over and over. MuscleMan was having the rape of his life. Then... finally... MuscleMan gave one last HARD SHOVE with his cock. He held it tight inside, holding still. Mitch could see MuscleMan's face contort as his dick filled with semen. MuscleMan's whole, overdeveloped body tensed. He raised his upper body up slightly, bulging his bigger-than-life triceps as he pushed. His penis was nearly ready to explode. MuscleMan was frozen. His face grimaced. His eyes squinted and closed. Then he began to jerk, almost violently. "Fuck! FUCK! FUUUUUUUUCK!" He yelled as his orgasm began. He began to rock his pelvis back and forth again as he ejaculated his milk into Justin's ass. Justin grimaced as the hot jizz squirted up his butt. It felt uncomfortable. It hurt. But it hurt so good. MuscleMan's orgasm lasted over 15 minutes. Justin was exhausted when it was done. MuscleMan pulled his still stiff cock out. It was red and sopping. It rose high into the air. MuscleMan stood all the way up, and his erect cock slapped against his abs, splashing cum and sweat all over. Later, it was Justin's turn to ejaculate into MuscleMan's ass. Mitch, although nearly drained of any more cum, also got to participate. The three men had an erotic orgy and posing/strength session into the morning light.