Date: Fri, 5 Apr 2002 13:10:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Collage Maker
Subject: Strong Friends (athletics)

Strong Friends
By Collage Maker

[Inspired by "Supermen" by an anonymous author on the
Metabods site at
http://www.orgasmic.net/~metabods/supermen.htm ]

There were two men in the room, two men of equal size
and strength and beauty, each standing six feet three
inches tall from head to toe. Blonde Brad and Mack,
his best friend.

Their bodies glistened with the sheen of sweat, almost
luminous under the bright lighting of Brad's basement
gym. Brad was working out on the equipment against a
wall covered floor to ceiling in mirrors. Mack was on
one of the weight benches, gazing on Brad with a
desire and need he never had felt. He could smell
Brad's scent. An overpowering manliness that emanated
from him, a sense of raw power and pungent eroticism.
Mack could not name what it was he was feeling,
exactly, but it was like want and obsession and envy
and passion and lust packed tightly together. His
pants felt tight in the crotch. He had never even
looked at a woman that way before.

Brad's face and body looked as if they had been carved
from flesh by a master sculptor. His hair, golden and
shiny in soft waves. Fine, arched brows and long,
thick lashes of a like fair-haired hue surrounded eyes
of ice blue. His narrow nose angled down toward a
mouth of straight white teeth and full, sensuous lips.
Dimples in his high cheeks appeared when the flash of
his teeth came to his face, and it was like watching
the sun appear. His form was strength incarnate.
Expansive shoulders, broad and mounded with muscle.
His torso cabled with thickness, the striations of his
power deep and hard. Mack could almost feel the power
radiate across Brad's upper back, feel the strength
there. Mack's gaze moved across the expanse of Brad's
chest, drifting across two hemispheres of hard brawn.
Brad relaxed and the washboard six-pack of his abdomen
swelled and receded with each breath, as formidable
and perfect as any on those commercials for exercise
equipment on TV. Below, the man's thighs were packed
with muscular power. His calves blossomed with hard,
swelling brawn.

Brad was unaware of his friend's raging emotions. But
then Brad glanced at Mack, who was continuing to stare
at him. Grinning, Brad stood up and walked over to
Mack. He moved with a feral, sensual grace that tugged
at Mack's balls. Brad turned and flexed an arm, the
bicep swelling with muscle and power.

Mack's senses were filled with the scent of the man,
stronger than ever now, the overwhelming power of him,
the incredible masculinity that flowed from Brad in
heated waves. Something like a bolt of erotic power
seemed to strike Mack, because he jerked once and his
mouth started making words but no sounds were coming
out. He lifted his right arm, and Brad's smile
increased as Mack moved his hand upon his friend's
bicep. Brad tilted his head curiously and looked most
pointedly at Mack's trapped hard-on, then ran his gaze
over Mack's dark perfection, eyeing Mack in an unusual
way, as if sizing his best friend up.

Brad retracted his rippled abdomen, then relaxed,
caressing his meaty chest, his fingers playing along
the line between the globes. Mack's eyes bulged as he
felt immediately burning hot. Did Brad realize how hot
he looked standing there like that?

Brad's deep voice rumbled. "What?"

Mack sucked in a shuddering breath, and said softly,
"You do know you're sexy as shit, right?"

"What the hell does that mean?"

"You're standing on the floor, looking all sexy as
shit," his friend said. "And I want you." It came out
as a whisper.

Brad arched an eyebrow and smiled, looking at Mack.
"I'm trying to make sure I understand. You're saying
you want my cock."

Mack met Brad's sky blue gaze with his own forest
green one. He nodded, licking his lips.

Then one bicep bulged like a balloon, one shoulder
bunched and swelled, and Brad reached down to lift
Mack off the bench. Rising easily, Mack stood head to
head with his old friend and smiled as they looked
into each other's eyes.

Brad was breathing heavier, he was licking his own
lips slowly. Something about Mack's stance now, his
ready position, how fine and shiny his hair looked,
how deeply jade his eyes were. Then Mack had both
hands on Brad's cock and Brad tensed. Their lips met
in a deep tongue wrestling match. Brad gasped and
pulled away. His gaze moved down his friend's body.

The other was a man of perfected power, a man swelling
with no less swollen strength but whose body was
smoothly sculpted, brawn carved from curves that
flexed and bulged in a beautiful dance of skin and
muscle. Where Brad appeared nothing but raw and carnal
power, the other was beauty and strength married in
perfect harmony.

Like a roadmap of the male physique, all Mack's
muscles stood out in sharp, clear definition. His
chest was piled with strength, his arms were filled
with power and muscle. His lats flared abruptly
outward, thick and meaty, from a waist that was
compact, lean and hard. Muscles rippled across the
expanse of his stomach: a set of tight, bulging abs
that rose from his smooth, hard belly. His thighs were
wedge-shaped collections of power, and rounded
diamonds seemed to explode on his calves. His face was
refined, with lips lush and full below an aquiline
nose. The line of his cheek was more defined, the jaw
more straight, than Brad's. His hair was a shining
crown of blue-black.

Brad moved his hand to stroke his own enflamed cock
slowly, feeling it expand under his touch. Mack's eyes
met his and his face smiled, showing straight white
teeth. Mack kissed Brad's mouth again, hungrily
sucking on his tongue then plunging his own inside. He
moved his mouth to Brad's ear. "Did that get you hot?"

"Yes." Brad licked Mack's lobe, kissed his neck.
"Hell, yes. You sure you've never done this with
another guy, before?"

"Yeah, I'm deadset hetero... but it's like... you're
giving off... this heat that just drives me... I can
hardly control myself."

Then they were kicking their shoes off, tugging at
their socks, and shoving down their shorts. Their hard
cocks sprang up, red and angry.

They both gleamed like polished bronze, their bodies
coated with their sweat. Their twin pricks were
swollen huge and hard and hungry for release. Brad
pulled Mack's lips to his own and kissed him softly,
warmly, his fingers crawling into his friend's
luxuriant head of dark hair. It was cool and as soft
as silk. Brad reached down and behind, his touch
moving over the smooth muscles of Mack's back until it
reached his ass. Pushing his tongue into Mack's mouth,
Brad grabbed a handful of butt and squeezed
meaningfully. Mack felt a strong, erotic shock
reverberate through him. Then Mack was moaning softly,
his eyes closed as Brad's hands explored his body.
"Fuck me," Mack pleaded. "I want to feel you inside
me. I want you inside. All of you. It's all I want
now."

Brad said nothing. The men disengaged their caress and
Mack turned around. His long legs were lined with
power. His back widened from a tight waist and slim
hips with an impossibly wide V. A Christmas tree of
power grew between those dimples above his round,
smooth, high ass. And what an ass that was. Tight,
globed and dimpled. Tanned and perfect for hours of
good, long, hot fucking. God, his ass looked great.

Mack bent low, his body suddenly sinuous and sensual,
and looked up through a cascade of dark hair at his
friend's eyes. "Fuck me," he said again, pushing his
ass against Brad's monster. His back swayed slightly
as Brad grabbed his friend's hips and moved himself
lower.

Brad moved the tip of his helmet to kiss the lips of
Mack's ass. It seemed much too small to take his
girth, but he was too far lost in the erotic thrill of
Mack's desire. He could feel a want inside himself, to
master this hunk of supreme power in front of him. He
was turned on by the sight of so much powerful muscle,
so much hard strength, and he moved himself forward
against Mack's asshole, slowly moving his inches
inside. And it was as if Mack was welcoming him, he
could feel his friend's hole opening to swallow him,
and then firming up around him. Mack tensed up at
first, feeling Brad's hugeness entering his virgin
hole. Then his muscular control kicked in, helping
Mack adjust to the new sensations, feeling Brad inside
and helping him dig deeper.

Mack didn't care if he was ripped open, if Brad's
monster shoved so far inside him he was torn in half.
He wanted to feel that huge, perfect dick in him,
shoved inside all the way. But Brad only pushed
himself in a couple of inches before pulling back out.

It felt so tight inside Mack, it felt so right and so
good. But Brad wanted to savor this, he didn't want to
cum yet. So he started slowly, so achingly slowly,
moving in a few inches, then withdrawing. He pushed
himself in again, slowly, very slowly, moving the head
and then the shaft up his friend's begging ass.

Mack moaned. He could feel Brad inside, feel him
moving deeper and deeper, he wanted so much to be
filled, then Brad was withdrawing again, just as
slowly, just as deliberately. It was torture.

Brad was smiling, lost in a bliss he did not expect.
There was something else happening, something beyond
sexual pleasure as he connected with Mack. And then he
was moving inside again, moving his hips forward,
tensing his ass.

Mack was in a frenzy of ecstasy. This was more than he
had hoped, more satisfying by far. He could feel his
load building, a heavy burden of his seed filling his
nuts as Brad continued to leisurely buttfuck him.
There was a sudden, thunderous eruption of bliss when
Brad connected with Mack's prostate. It was as if he'd
been plugged into heaven, he could feel himself filled
with pleasure beyond anything he'd felt before.

Brad felt it, too. Just as he connected there, a rush
of orgasmic bliss ran through his being. He rubbed
himself against Mack, then felt himself swell slightly
inside, his cock expanding as if he was cumming, but
he wouldn't allow that yet.

Mack swallowed hard. His balls were hanging fat and
lush with his load, stretching to hold the enormity of
his pleasure. He reached under and started stroking
his meat, his pleasure redoubled. His cock felt as
hard as iron, as hot as molten steel.

And Brad began to pull out again, but halfway there he
suddenly thrust himself more fully forward. The full
length of his thick cock shoved itself inside, and
both men shook with ecstatic bliss. Finally, Brad
began fucking Mack's ass in earnest, shoving himself
harder and harder into his friend, melding with him,
feeling a heat and urgency unlike any he'd felt
before.

Mack was having trouble holding himself back. God, it
felt so good. So incredible. He could feel Brad's hot
breath in his ear. He could feel the hemispheres of
Brad's massive chest, Brad's warm sweat, on the
expanse of his back. He could feel each thrust
magnified tenfold, the slightest stroke sending waves
of orgasmic pleasure through his body in a surging
tide. He was swimming in ecstasy, drowning in the
pleasure of their joining. His balls were hanging low,
swollen ever larger with spunk.

Brad grew larger inside Mack's ass as his pleasure
heightened, swelling with power and joy. His nuts were
churning in their sack, and he could feel the wall
between himself and orgasmic release growing thinner
and thinner. Brad moaned again. Brad moaned a lot,
Mack thought. But damn this was hot.

The thrum of sensual bliss was filling them, and both
men's forms twisted in seeming agony. They were like
two rutting animals, two mammoth specimens of perfect
male form and power writhing and lurching against each
other in their need.

When they finally came, they came together.
"Ahhhhh..." Brad's balls were on fire. His body shook.
"Ahhhhhh..." Then he came. He threw his head back and
arched his back, shoving his enormous erection up
Mack's muscular butt as he released his pent-up sexual
force.

Brad's thick, white fluid erupted as if from a
volcano, gushing hard and full. It was the most
incredible orgasm he'd ever known. He came over and
over, experiencing a climax so profound and
overpowering that his knees nearly buckled. There was
so much white cream that it leaked backwards as Brad
came and came, emptying his balls into Mack's ass. As
Brad's load blasted into him, the thick warmth
suffused Mack utterly, as if Brad's strength was
flooding his guts. Mack's load sprayed out of him, as
shocks of pleasure erupted from Brad's prick like
explosions through his body. Mack's entire body,
inside and out, shook with an intensity of pleasure
and fulfillment he'd only touched before.

They came together and stopped together, as Brad
collapsed against Mack, throwing his arms around
Mack's rippling torso and grinning broadly, lost in a
haze of orgasmic afterburn.

Brad withdrew his wet prick out of his friend's tight
butt as Mack fell to his hands and knees and rolled
onto his back. Brad collapsed onto the floor, then
slid onto his friend's body so that they ended up
lying one atop the other, slick and hot with their
combined fluids.

"Oh, good God, that was amazing!" Brad was laughing
with unfettered happiness. "How's it feel?"

"That was just fucking incredible!"

"Shit," said Brad. "Shouldn't this hurt, like, a lot?"

"I would think so, but...." Mack's eyes narrowed for a
moment as he did an internal check. "It doesn't. Yeah,
I'm okay. Great, in fact!"

"I never figured you to change teams so easily."

Mack's smile lit his dark features as he answered
Brad. "It's like, I mean, I love fucking. I totally
love sliding into some girl's beautiful wet pussy. And
I love eating her out, licking her and making her more
and more wet. I have no doubt that I still want to do
that business." He sighed. "But this was something
else. Not exactly sex, more like possession. Or maybe
it's only sex, and not fucking. Or only pleasure, and
not sex. But I felt like... I felt like if I could
pull you into my body, if I could feel your muscles,
feel your weight against me, supporting you, feeling
your skin.... Man, I mean, you know? I mean, it was
just totally hot. A hot feeling."

Brad said, "I know exactly what you mean. It's pretty
amazing, isn't it?"

Each man eyed the other and as if they came to some
silent agreement of competition, their cocks suddenly
began to burgeon.

Brad felt his growing appendage rubbing itself against
Mack's, shaft to shaft. Thick tangles of erotic bliss
erupted as their cocks touched, shooting quicksilver
shocks of pleasure through both men as if they were of
opposite charges and their pricks were shooting sparks
when they met. Brad rubbed himself against his friend,
moving his hips to increase the cock-to-cock friction.
He could feel their abdominals meeting, his own smooth
rippled power rubbing across Mack's muscular belly.

Mack grinned broadly. "You know what this means,
right?" Mack's fingers dug into Brad's ass flesh,
squeezing a further swelling of growth into the meat.

Brad closed his eyes, running his hands along Mack's
hard, muscled form. The man's body was slick with
sweat, his skin smooth and soft, like velvet over
marble. He felt a trickle of his own sweat along his
back, winding its way down and between his butt
cheeks. He arched his neck as Mack's cock swelled
larger against his own, the head blooming like a
mushroom.

"So, what do you want to do now, Brad?"

Brad looked at his friend. "You can't be serious. Not
again. Not already."

Mack wiggled his eyebrows. "You know what the song
says. 'Sex is natural, sex is fun, sex is best when
it's one on one'."

Brad's teeth clenched as Mack's hand stroked his
burgeoning cock, running his tightening grip the
entire length of his shaft and rubbing his thumb under
the ridged head. He brushed his lips against Mack's.
"Like before," he whispered.

Then Brad was suddenly on his feet, rising with a
gymnast's grace and agility. Mack rose as well, moving
with catlike grace. He stood chest-to-chest against
his friend, their faces barely inches apart, living
statues of innate strength and physical capability.
Through a half-smile, Mack asked, "Fucker or fuckee?"

"Huh or whuh?"

Mack laughed. "You want me to drive, this time?"

Brad pushed his hand against Mack's meaty chest. "Hold
on there, buddy. I've been thinking."

Mack pressed forward, putting his hand on Brad's hip,
moving his other onto Brad's firm ass and pulling him
closer. "Think later. Fuck now."

Brad huffed out a surprised breath. Mack was working
his fingers under Brad's butt, digging his able and
urgent touch into Brad's hole. Brad gasped his name,
but Mack ignored him, moving closer still, seeking
Brad's mouth with his own, feeling the rough shadow of
Brad's cheek against his own, pulling Brad's firm,
tight muscles against the power of his own. Mack knew
what he wanted, and that he wanted Brad right now.

Brad was losing concentration fast. He knew he could
struggle, knew he could match Mack's strength, but he
didn't want to. Whatever he was thinking about, it was
gone. He was sinking into some fantasy, giving himself
over, letting someone else take the wheel for a
change. Mack's hot breath against him was like a
tonic, a perfume, a fire. His hands were rough on his
skin, his handling was firm and demanding. Brad lifted
his leg slightly, allowing Mack's probing fingers
easier access to his undercarriage. Mack pressed his
advantage, whispering "Don't worry, I'm in charge"
into Brad's ear before licking his neck.

Brad could feel lips on his neck, on his shoulder. He
could feel teeth biting his hard muscle. Mack grabbed
a handful of his hair and pulled hard, bending his
head back as fingers dug deep inside his ass. Mack was
kissing his neck, licking the indent between his
shoulder and his sternum. Brad could feel Mack's
ministrations intensely. A thrill of erotic pain
emanated within Brad from where Mack was still
kneading his butt cheeks, echoing through his loins
and belly. Brad could feel his friend's hardness
pressing on his belly, feel his size and heat, feel
his mushroom helmet rubbing against the ridges of his
own tight abdominals. Mack was so hard, so hot, so
big.

A deep growling moan escaped Brad's throat. Man, but
he wanted to swallow that man whole. And to feel his
mighty erection tickling his prostate... man!

"You want... you want me... to..."

"I'm in charge," Mack rumbled again, pulling Brad's
hair in emphasis. "You'll know what to do." He opened
his mouth and pressed it against Brad's, pushing all
his lust into the kiss, sucking and teasing and
exploring. He kissed him harder, one hand digging into
Brad's ass, his other cradling Brad's head, holding
him against his kiss, loving the wet anxiousness of
that passion.

Brad stepped back suddenly, his erect cock bouncing
wildly, and pivoted in front of his friend. Mack could
see the perfect globes of Brad's ass kiss each other
as he bent over. "Do it to me," Brad whispered
hoarsely, "I want to feel your strength here against
mine. I want to feel your muscles, your power, your
perfection in me." With that, Brad dipped toward the
floor to get on all four, his perfect ass high in the
air to welcome Mack's meat inside.

"Ready, buddy?"

Brad didn't have to ask twice. Mack moved toward Brad,
his eyes drinking in the tanned globes of the
beautiful ass. He lowered himself, dragging his shaft
along the crevasse of his friend's ass and rubbing the
ridged head against Brad's sphincter. He grabbed
Brad's muscular mounds hard, digging his fingers into
the other man's golden flesh. He began to knead the
muscular flesh, still teasing the edge of Brad's
asshole with brushes of his cock. Then, pulling Brad's
cheeks wider, he began to slide his healthy length of
heavy dick into his friend's tight heat. His brawny
body pressed against Brad's back, skin and muscle,
feeling both velvet soft and rock hard. Brad gasped at
the sensation, a slight touch of pain at first but
then simply pleasure as Mack pushed himself inside.

Mack paused, moving his grip to Brad's trim waist, his
cock buried deep inside his friend's ass. "How're you
feeling, now, buddy?"

"Mmm, oh God." Brad squirmed slightly and moved back,
welcoming the huge cock more fully. He could feel the
heavy weight of his friend on his back, feel the tight
muscled power of Mack's body pressed against his own.

"So, you prefer being the fuckee, or the fucker?"

"It's all... mmm... ooh, ah... good."

"Depending on your," Mack said, pausing as he shoved
all the way into Brad's ass, slapping his balls
against his friend's, "perspective."

Brad gasped his name, but Mack ignored him. He started
stroking slowly into Brad's anus, his prick as hard as
steel, as hot as the sun. He could feel another load
building in his balls already. He felt like he could
go on like this forever. He soon had a steady rhythm
established, pumping in and out of Brad's hole like a
piston, managing to thrust and withdraw most of his
mighty prick with every pump. Wave after wave of
concentrated bliss filled him. "So good," Mack moaned,
his pumping continuing unabated. "Feels so fucking
good."

Mack could feel it in his balls, feel his heavy load
wanting to be set free. He could feel the weight and
power of it, like an electric pulse. He could feel the
load moving toward his cock, feel the liquid lightning
urging him on.

Mack began slamming into Brad's asshole over and over.
"Fuck. Fuck!" Brad gasped under the effects of Mack's
forceful demands. Brad could feel the heat and
hardness of his friend, feel the strain of the
pleasure Mack was attempting to sustain. It felt as if
Mack's prick was entering his own, doubling its girth
and hardness. His cock was stretched so tight and
rigid that it almost hurt. A slow, low moan left
Brad's body. Brad could feel another load building and
ready to surge unbidden, and he tightened his own
asshole against cumming.

Mack jerked with a spasm of pleasure. He could feel
himself suddenly growing warmer, his eyes squinting,
his teeth clenched in a rictus. The pain and the
pleasure built inside and crashed through his body
until it reached to his fingertips and toes and he
felt the world turning black.

Mack found himself squirting his load, filling Brad's
virgin ass to the brink with his hot cream. His mind
was filled with the roar of bliss, the ache of
gratification. Deep as the ocean, wide as the sky, hot
as the sun the pleasure filled him until his load was
spent and he was left gasping, feeling the ultimate
bliss of release and orgasm such as he had ever felt
it before.

Mack dismounted and rolled over onto his back,
breathing hard as he felt the heat of passion drain
from him. "So good, oh God, so good," Mack moaned
again.

Then Mack's attention was drawn to sudden movement as
Brad, grabbing his huge erection by the base, kneeled
between Mack's legs. Brad had already found himself
twice close to cumming during Mack's lengthy
attentions, and his cock had burgeoned into an ungodly
span.

Mack's lips twisted into a half grin as he slid his
hand along the enflamed beast, moving his grip up its
length and rubbing the tip of his thumb under the
ridge of the helmet. "You're a little large, my man.
Unless you want this thing," he nodded toward Brad's
red, swollen tool, slipping his grip back down its
length again, "punching through the top of my skull,
we need you on top."

"You want to have a conversation," Brad asked, "or you
want me to fuck you?" He didn't wait for an answer.

Mack was doubled over, his legs over Brad's shoulders.
Brad's monster cock was buried so deep in Mack's ass
that Brad thought his cock head was probably tickling
his friend's gullet. Mack cried out in lust as Brad
launched right into a hard driving fuck, pushing
himself with his toes to press into Mack. Man to man
sex, rough and demanding.

Brad screwed full throttle, fucking hard and fucking
deep and fucking plenty. He pumped his shaft in and
out of Mack's sphincter, his huge muscular body
flexing, gleaming with sweat. Every muscle stood out
on Brad's body. He was a map of power and sexual
capacity. Mack groaned and just took it all,
tightening around Brad's manhood as Brad royally
fucked him up the ass. Brad was feeling the fuck
everywhere, not just in his loins. It was most intense
there, but the power was building and spreading. The
tingling shock of bliss was growing into a deep,
pulsing swell of passionate ecstasy that was
encompassing every inch of flesh, ever fiber of
muscle, into his bloodstream, through his bones, top
to bottom, stem to stern.

Then it began. Brad could feel his cum shoving itself
out of his balls and climb through his engorged
member, higher and higher until he threw his head back
and let go of his load, yelling aloud, feeling the
rushing surge of lightning through every inch of his
body. He felt like he would cum buckets, gallons, that
he would become a fire hose of pleasure spewing his
load in an unending stream. It was an explosion of
pleasure, of joy, of bliss so intense he thought he
might die from its onslaught.

Brad collapsed on top of Mack, kissing his neck,
licking the indent between Mack's shoulder and his
sternum, Mack's arms in an embrace around Brad's broad
shoulders. Brad's dick fell out of the other man's
asshole as it finally shrank, and they lay there on
the floor in utter exhaustion, a tangle of sweat and
muscle.

Finally, each man stirred back to wakefulness. Brad
looked at Mack's sun-kissed features, his lips full
and sensuous, his bright eyes the color of a Caribbean
bay. Reaching over, he cupped the other man's chin in
his hand, pressing his lips to his own and kissed him
softly, warmly. "I wish I'd known it would be that
good. I'd've done this long ago!"