Date: Wed, 19 Aug 2020 22:36:20 -0700
From: sean@seanreidscott.com
Subject: Levi's Muscles - 4

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Levi's Muscles
CHAPTER FOUR
by Sean Reid Scott



"What?" If my heart rate wasn't already well into the triple-digits rate,
it got there then.

He motioned for me to stand. "C'm 'ere."

"I... I..."

"It's okay. Promise. I'm not going to bite."

"I... I..."

He chuckled and took half a step toward me. There was still about six or
eight feet between us. "Come on, Callum. You trust me, don't you? I promise
it'll be cool"

Should I run? How could I get any closer to this god than I already was?
And not spontaneously combust into a pillar of flame?! The man emanated
hotness. So fucking much massive, gorgeous, virile muscle.

"I'll wait," he smiled. "But seriously, I'd like you to come here. Can you
stand up?"

Well, I suppose I could do that. I stumbled to my feet.

"Great," he said. He lifted his open hand to me further.

I took a step, then another. I'd never been so nervous and scared in my
life. Yet, Levi seemed so... innocent and comfortable with the
situation. So friendly. Despite his size and overwhelming muscles he was
genuinely friendly.

He took my hand, then extended his other one and took my other. He slowly
pulled me closer. Very carefully; he was making sure not to startle me.

Instinctively, I pulled back though. It was fight-or-flight as far as I was
concerned, and in the face of that body, I certainly had no intention of
fighting. I pulled my left hand out of his right one, flinching nervously
back.

He stopped. "Hey, man," he said with a soft voice. "It's okay. Trust me,
Callum. I promise. I'm definitely not going to hurt you, dude." His smile
was reassuring... sincere. His eyes pierced right into my head, and there
was absolutely no malice in him. Big, buff, gorgeous, defined, and
friendly. All wrapped up in a sexy package.

I tried to release the tension, but it was hard. Pun intended. And I was
still so scared I could wet myself. As it was, in a way, I was already
making myself wet: wet with the copious dribble of pre-cum that was coating
my underwear.

He gently retrieved my free hand and held it again in his warm palm. His
giant arms framed my view. His shoulders filled the top of my vision. And
his huge, hairy, delicious globe of pectoral wonder stared right at my
face. He let me stand there for a moment, our arms relaxed downward between
us.

"You okay?" he smiled down at me.

"Uh... I think so. I dunno..." I felt like a mouse being kept by a giant
cat.

"Just relax, okay?" His smile was so disarming. Suddenly, instead of
trapped, I felt safe. Protected. We stood there together for a long
moment. I couldn't stop looking between his glorious face and his sublime
chest. It was right there. Did he know how much I wanted to touch it? To
run my hands over, around, above, below and between those magnificent
man-breasts? Did he have any idea how badly I wanted to put my hands on
them and moved them through and over the luxurious hair that coated them? I
felt dizzy just thinking about it.

He chuckled, but it was an understanding chuckle, not a teasing or mocking
one.

Then, in response to my unspoken wish, he answered it. Slowly, he lifted my
trembling hands and brought them to his magnificence. He placed my open
palms, one on each pectoral, and let go. When he was satisfied that I'd
keep them there, he smiled down at me. He didn't say anything, just looked
deep into me.

And then he said the words that I will never, ever forget: "Do you realize
at all, how gorgeous you are, Callum?"

I couldn't comprehend it. The words were English. And I knew English pretty
good (yes, "well"). And I'd probably heard all of those words before during
my lifetime, though certainly not in that particular order. And certainly
not from anyone even remotely ...Levi. And so, yes, I kinda understood
it. But the impact would take forever to actually consider. Not knowing how
to deal with what he just said, I concentrated on that chest:

At first, I was frozen in place; I couldn't move. But then, it was obvious
that the reason he'd placed my hands there on his muscle playground was
because he wanted me to... enjoy. So I timidly started to move my
fingers. Through the luscious, lustrous forest of dark brown hair--with the
mountain peak of chest muscle hard and massive under it all.

My vocal cords lost their ability to remain silent. Yet what came out was
mere sounds. Vocalizations: "Ohhhahhhummm... ehh...ohh...yyyyhh...nnngg..."
I felt like I was throwing up--not vomit, but sound. It was uncontrollable,
not understandable, guttural, base... sound. That's all.

I started moving my hands more. Fuck, he was hot. And not just looks-wise;
I mean temperature-wise. The man's body produced heat. I moved my
worshipping hands over the biggest, hardest, hairiest, softest
carpet-covered mass of chest muscle imaginable. I nearly passed out.

Levi just smiled down at me, silently. Occasionally he pulled his eyes from
mine, giving me unspoken permission to linger as long as I wanted--or
perhaps he understood, needed. Back and forth. To the top, where his
pectorals met his clavicle and neck, and his traps. Up, down. Slowly.

"Uhhhh... oh... nnggg..." I practically fell against him. My knees were on
the verge of buckling.

I moved my hands out to the sides of his hyper-manly pecs, where they
curved back toward his shoulders. Lower, where they curved under--near his
lats, closer to the center, where, when my fingertips met his nipples, he
gasped. This man's nipples were so pronounced, and they were pushed out so
much by the extensive mass of his muscles that they truly pointed
downward. I twirled them between my thumbs and forefingers. He let his head
drop back and he moaned.

I was pleasing him. I was bringing him pleasure! Fucky, fucky, fuck.

I spread my hands out again on the luxurious chest muscles and started to
make another inventory.

It was at that point I realized just what this was doing to me. I mean, I'd
known I was more turned on than I'd ever been in my entire life, but I
hadn't realized that at any second I would start coming. In my
shorts. Without even touching myself. If I had any hope at all of avoiding
this impending event, I would have to remove my hands from his chest
immediately.

Like that was going to happen.

From the moment I'd first seen Levi this morning, this was what I'd been
fantasizing about: running my hands over his hard, hairy, huge chest. My
cock jumped with a start, and I immediately felt myself filling my
shorts--yes, again. Cum flew out of my cock with hard, glorious bursts. And
I fucking didn't care. I moved my hands more, tenderly worshipping his
pectorals.

He must have sensed what was happening; at that moment he began to slowly
roll his pecs under my hands; it had the result of only intensifying my
orgasm. "Ohhh...jjjjsssnnnnnn... ffffffuuuuuuuuckkkkkk..." My knees did
buckle at that point, but I pressed on his chest for stability and
recovered without falling. "LLleeeeevvvvviiiii," I moaned. He fucked my
hands with his rolling, undulating, slowly moving, velvet pectorals.

My eyes were closed now. I kept ejaculating. My cock bounced in quick
rhythm, shooting blast after blast. I wasn't having an orgasm; the orgasm
was having me.

It was going to be a big mess to clean up. Two orgasms-worth of cum now
sloshed around in my underwear. Holy fuck.

But right now, there was only Levi's muscles. His overpowering chest. And
everything else... I moved my hands to his shoulders, and his neck. Then
his pecs again. Then his arms. I have no words for how amazing it was to
feel those bulging, hard, insanely big arms. Triceps that jutted into the
room. My hands couldn't begin to encompass their mass.

I shot more. I was delirious with lust. Muscle beyond my wildest dreams.

Once I finished, my pride and civility tried to return. I was embarrassed
at what had just happened. Ashamed. My face was hot. My body was tight. I
pulled my hands off Levi. I opened my eyes and looked up at him, like a
puppy not wanting to be punished.

He had been looking at me, apparently. Or at least he had been when I
opened my eyes. He smiled, but the smile left when I lifted my hands.

"Don't," he said, gently taking my wrists and returning my hands where they
belonged.

Still trembling with nerves, I didn't resist.

He smiled when he felt my hands touch him again. "Thank you," he said
softly. "I like it when you touch me."

I opened my eyes wider to signify a question.

"Yes," he insisted. "Your hands feel so good. I want you to touch me all
over, Callum."

Fuck.

And so... I did.

I ran my hands over his upper body muscles. And although I reverently
felt-out everything--those broad, round shoulders; his expansive, hard
arms; his perfectly-spaced and mounded abs; and even his thick, sexy neck
and traps... my hands always returned to those fucking wondrous, mountains
of hairy pectoral muscles. It was intoxicating. And Levi seemed very
pleased that I was enjoying him.

I don't know how long it was until I finally pulled back to assess the
damage I'd done to not only my shorts, but my pride as well, but actually I
only felt his upper body at that point. We didn't get to the other parts
till a bit later.

I was too embarrassed to actually open my shorts and look inside. So Levi
took it upon himself to do the inspecting.

When he pulled my shorts out he stuck a lone fingertip into the gooey milk
and withdrew a sizable dollop. "Oh, good... more cum to taste," he grinned.

"More?"

"Yeah. First taste was yesterday," he said, sticking his finger in his
mouth. He withdrew it, now devoid of my semen. "I got a bit off the mirror
in your bathroom," he laughed.

"Holy fuck," I moaned.

I watched, what he was doing. With each lick, he smiled. He liked
swallowing my come. Wow.

His massive, muscular, hairy chest was right at my face; the action of him
moving against my cock to clean me up started the quickest recovery period
I'd ever experienced.

He was still wearing that way-too-small thong, but he was growing, and that
made his wardrobe situation even more dangerous. As his cock lengthened,
still pointing down in that thing, it pulled the fabric away from his body,
exposing more and more of his pubes--and more of the base of his shaft. I
studied it, surreptitiously gazing at it every time he dipped into my
shorts, ostensibly watching his actions, but really staring at his
genitals.

Once he finished grooming me, he looked at my face and said, "You seem to
be interested in my posing strap."

Busted. Apparently I hadn't been as surreptitious as I'd thought.

"The fabric is really soft," he said. "You should feel it. Mostly nylon, I
think. But it's different than any material you've ever felt, I bet." Our
eyes were locked. He smiled. "Go ahead."

I suppose I shouldn't have still been nervous, I mean the dude just got
done slurping down my semen--semen I'd produced while feeling him
out. There wasn't much that still stood between us, chastity-wise.

I bent my head forward and looked down at his crotch. He was growing more
and more. The string that served as the straps on his narrow hips joined at
that little pouch--a pouch that was not doing a very good job in its
assigned position. You could see all of his pubes in the space between the
top of the pouch and his torso. It was a gap of over an inch, for sure.

"Here," he said. He put his fingers on the pouch, basically touching
himself through the material. "It's really nice."

He removed his fingers and I put my fingertips where they'd been, on his
curved-out, downward-pointing cock. The fabric was just your every-day run
of the mill nylon I'm sure. But his assertion that it felt unique had had
the desired result: I was touching his cock through his posers.

"See? Pretty cool, huh?"

"Yeah," I squeaked out. I moved my fingertips downward, along the fabric. I
could actually see--and feel--the distended veins on his thick shaft. It
was freaky--and hot. You could see the veins through the very thin fabric
too. It was amazing. The veins were like thick spaghetti noodles wrapped
around his meat. The guy had the most vascular cock in the world. So
amazingly hot and masculine. I moved lower and finally came to the
very-pronounced lip of his cock head, under the fabric.

"You like touching it?" he smiled.

I choked: "Oh, yeah. It's amazing. The fabric, I mean...."

He stood still for me. He chuckled. "Oh, yeah, the fabric is nice too."

I didn't look up at his face.

"The inside of the material is kind of interesting," he said. "It's like a
velvet or something."

"Really?"

"Mmm hmm."

Invitation accepted. I ran my hand over his covered shaft, up to the top,
where his rich pubes were clearly visible, and slipped a fingertip in the
gap. Not quite velvet, but it was kind of interesting as he'd said. The
interesting part was that I was slipping my hand inside his thong now. Very
interesting. The back of my finger was surrounded by his pubes while it
moved inside farther in this little game of me enjoying the fabric. I
brought two more fingers into the mix, and pushed in farther.

"See? I really like the feel of it," he said.

"Yeah. Definitely." I glanced up at his face. He was watching my hand
intently. The fucker's chest was so big that he had to kinda lean forward
in order to see past it. I smiled at him, and returned to my quest.

I didn't know how slow I should go. I kinda liked the suspense of it
all. So I took it slowly. I moved my three fingers around the inside of his
pouch. The backs of my fingers rubbed against his thickening shaft. And it
was still lengthening, pulling that "velvet" fabric farther and farther
away from his torso.

Good god he was big down there. And warm.

The gap at his pubes was now joined by gaps in his let openings, and you
could definitely see his low-danglers.

"Might be easier... to feel the material better... if you kneel down," he
said softly.

Yeah. Good idea.

I knelt down, and in so doing realized that I was again fully hard. My
shaft was practically plastered against my abs I was so erect. Now, right
in front of my eyes, was the biggest cock I'd ever seen. And only partially
covered. And my hand was touching it--well, the back of my hand was
touching it anyway. I continued to feel the fabric, moving my hand farther
and farther inside.

With an innocence that should have won me an Oscar®, I looked up
with pleading eyes and said, "It kind of smells good too. Do you mind? If I
smell it closer?"

He said nothing. From the expression on his face, and from the growth of
his cock, it was obvious he was really getting turned on. I think he might
have been holding his breath. He nodded slightly.

I moved my face to his crotch. Sticking my nose in the gap of one of his
leg openings, I inhaled. My nose touched his pubes. I sniffed more. The
warmth and hardness of his enormous, veiny quadriceps pressed against my
cheek and ear. I inhaled more. Without withdrawing, I said, "Yeah... so
sweet."

He took a deep breath. I could sense his body expand. He sighed. I could
tell he'd raised his face and his head had tipped back. He was liking
this. I was taunting him, and he liked it.

I nosed around inside his posers for a moment, then placed both hands on
his hard legs to steady myself. Godddddddamn, the man's muscles were
huge. And so hard. And just the right amount of veiny. I felt out his legs
while I ran my nose through his pubes.

Instinctively, I stuck out my tongue and licked at a spot on one of his
balls.

Me moaned.

I kept nuzzling my face at his crotch, all the while running my worshipping
hands over and around his enormous leg muscles. Eventually, it was time to
move forward. "I think you might be getting too big for these. Have you
ever ripped any apart, just by growing? I'd hate for these to get ruined."

He said with a chuckle, "Actually, I have. Maybe I should take them off
before something rips. Then you could smell them better... if you want."

"Actually, I think the good smell isn't coming from the posers after all,"
I said. "I would like to find out for sure though. It might just be coming
from you, actually."

"Hmmm. Well, if you want to find out for sure, go ahead, Callum."

I took my hands from his legs and tenderly, oh-so-gently and slowly, began
to pull at his thong. First the straps on his taut hips. I slid them down
just a bit. Then the back side, where it dove into his ass crack. Then I
moved to the front again and slllllloooooooooly pulled
downward. Slllllllooooooooly. Inch by long, forever-lasting inch, his
amazing, veiny, thick shaft began to come into view. I paused and leaned
forward, nosing back into his delicious pubes and inhaling. My check
brushed his cock. "Yeah, I think it's actually your pubes, Levi. What kind
of soap do you use?"

He chuckled as I gazed up at his eyes. "Dove."

I smiled and returned to my task of getting his posers off. When I got them
low enough, his semi-hard shaft popped out into the room. "Damn," I
whispered. A big louder, I said, "Am I making you do that? I think you're
getting hard, Levi."

"Yeah, it might be you," he said. "Sorry. But don't worry about it, man. It
happens all the time--especially when someone puts their face so close to
it."

I nodded seriously.

Now that it was all out there and everything, I made quick work of the
posers, pulling them down over his legs. They fell limp at his feet and he
stepped out of them.

"You can keep those, if you want," he said. "If you want to take them
home... you might be able to capture the scent later."

I smiled. "Thank you."

His elephantine cock curved out from his body. With every heartbeat, it
moved higher--now about horizontal. The goddamn thing had to already be
over 8 inches. I kid you not. And it was so fucking beautiful: straight and
thick, pulsing with his heart, fed by an extensive network of distended
veins that wrapped all over hell.

I moved my face to his crotch again; his cock kept rising against my
cheek. I inhaled again. "Yeah... so fucking sweet."

I could tell he was studying my actions, frozen and enjoying every moment.

Pulling my face away from his genitals, I paused and just marveled at his
beauty. His hyper-muscular body was manly perfection; strength
personified. And by now, his bobbing shaft was at full erection. "Holy
fuck," I mumbled, "how long...."

"I haven't measured lately."

I pulled back and stuck my hand in a pocket. I retrieved a sewing tape
measure.

He laughed loudly.

"What gay guy doesn't carry one at all times?" I said. I gently placed the
end of the tape at the base of his trunk, deep in his pubes. Slowly, I
extended it and let it drape over the end of his cock. I read the number:
"Holy shit! Just under twelve inches!" I looked up at him. He just looked
back at me. "Really?" I asked. "Your cock is almost twelve inches?"

"The tape doesn't lie," he said nonchalantly. Like, whatever.

"Holy fuck. And it's so thick. And... fuck. It's so... perfect." I rolled
up the tape measure and stuck it back in my pocket. "Fuck," I said,
admiring it. I moved a hand to one of his low-hangers and cupped it
gently. I slipped the tips of my fingers behind it and brushed his
perineum. "And I like how you really keep everything trimmed up here. It's
nice how you keep yourself. I like the longer curly hair up by your shaft,
but then you keep your testes trimmed." I felt around on his ball for a
sec. My other hand had once again found his continental-sized upper leg and
was feeling the expanse.

Now he didn't moan or anything. He just looked down at me, watching me
enjoy. After a minute he said, "Sometimes, when it's teased and
stuff... sometimes it gets over 12 inches." He looked down at it, then back
at me. "You might be able to... if you want to try...."

I took my hand off his leg, keeping my other one on his balls, and brought
it to the base of his long, thick shaft. Starting with my fingertips buried
in his pubic hair, I moved them out along the erect protuberance. I moved
over the veiny ropes, farther and farther. About midway out, I squeezed on
his urethra. By the time I got to his helmet I had pushed out a generous
drop of pre-cum. I grasped the entire shaft now, and spread some of the
clear liquid around his head with my thumb. Then I gave him a nice, long,
gentle stroke. The thing was unbelievable.

I glanced up at his face, but his eyes didn't meet mine. He was watching my
hand. I tickled his balls and stroked his cock for a few minutes; then he
said, "You like feeling it?"

"Fuck."

Now he chuckled. "If you're not careful, you might make me come."

"Oh really? Would that be a bad thing?" I gave him another stroke.

"Well, it'd probably be pretty messy."

"Messier than mine?"

"Well, you've had two orgasms now, but even though... well, yeah."

I know my eyes widened. "You knew about the first one?"

He smiled and nodded.

"No you didn't," I protested.

He grinned. "Yes, I did."

"Okay, Mr. Smarty Pants, when did I come, first?

"When I took my shirt off," he grinned some more.

"Fucker." I play-slapped his chest, and he laughed.

"It was so cute," he said. "And hot." Fuck the guy had such confidence. Yet
he was matter-of-fact, not like... stuck on himself. He just knew
himself. And shit, who wouldn't be confident if he were Levi?

After a few minutes of more stroking I could see the effect it was having
on him. I'd definitely found the sweet spot behind his balls. Damn, those
balls. They were big, heavy containers of semen. I wanted nothing more,
now, than to milk those babies empty.

He occasionally moaned now. Especially when I tightened my grip and gave
him more resistance. Especially when I tickled behind his billiard balls. I
could tell we were progressing quite well now. His insane muscles tightened
and his breathing became louder. His arms bulged and his chest
expanded. His upper legs tightened into the most amazing display of ripped
muscle you could imagine.

I kept stroking him, somewhat slowly, although I did increase the intensity
a bit. I wanted to drag this out as long as I could. I'm not a
hurry-up-and-get-it-over-with kind of guy. And from Levi's obvious
enjoyment of this, neither was he.

The definition of his shaft was just nuts. Goddamn so masculine, so big and
thick.  
I brought my face back to where it truly
belonged. While I continued to fondle his balls with one hand, and stroke
his shaft with the other, I started to lick one of his balls. Tenderly. He
tasted better than he smelled.

"Mmmmmmmmnnnnnn," his deep, resonant moan rang in my ears. Evidently he
liked.

So I continued. Licking, exploring his trimmed balls and pubes with my
tongue. Fuck he tasted so fucking good. I didn't allow my tongue to move up
his shaft though. Thought that would be a bit over the top. Heh
heh. Wouldn't want to make him come too soon....

As it turned out, I needn't have worried. His climax could not be held
back. The eruption came with such intensity that it was startling. With a
loud, "Caaaaaaaallllllluuummmmm," his seed shot out the end of his shaft
like water from a firehose. It flew across the room. I squeezed hard to let
him push against my hand, and the torrent of cum actually intensified. His
body was so tight and ripped--veins all over the world, muscles ballooning
into rock-hard displays of manliness. I moved my lips onto the side of his
rhythmically pulsing cock, kissing it and licking it.

He put his hands on my head and continued ejaculating.

When it was a over, the couch on the other side of the coffee table, where
I'd originally been sitting, had been pelted with seminal shrapnel. He was
right. It was going to be a big job to clean up. Fortunately, his couches
were something like leather, so there'd be no absorption into the
furniture.

I loosened my grip on his magnificence; I didn't want to let go of it. I
didn't want to stop licking it. He inhaled deeply as he finished, then
sighed and groaned. "Holy fuck, Callum. I'd guess you've done that before."

"Maybe," I grinned up at him.

"Well, however much experience you have, just holy fuck. That was
unbelievable. Felt so fucking good, man."

"Thank you." I slowly stood and was greeted by that world's-best-chest
again. Fucky, fucky, fuck. How was I ever going to live without that thing?
Without his body? And without his delicious, friendly... self?

Then he leaned forward and pulled me close. He put his lips next to my ear
and whispered, "Thank you." Then he kissed me. On the lips. The man was
full of passion. His expansive muscle body enveloped me; his tongue
separated my lips and moved in. Fuck-ness to the nth degree. He was
scrambling my brain. So much muscle pressed against my body. So, fucking,
much.

When we parted, like three years too soon for me, he smiled down at me and
said, "I think, Mr. Wannamaker, you're all hard again."

I looked down. I hadn't been soft since about two minutes after my orgasm,
some 30 minutes ago. "I wonder why that would be?" I said with genuine
concern. "Should we call a doctor?"

"Naw," he chuckled. "It's four hours, they say. You have three and a half
hours still."

I looked back up at him: "So, you must be the new Viagara, huh?"

"Might be."

"Well, in my case you are. You're a walking-around-muscle-stud blue pill to
me.

He laughed.

I put my hands on his chest and felt him out again. Over the rich matte of
delicious hair--over the unbelievable size and hardness of those pecs.

"And by the way, Callum, I'm already getting hard again, dude."

"Hmmm," I said, studying his pecs and the canyon between them. "What to do
about that?"