Date: Sat, 03 Oct 2020 16:28:28 -0700
From: sean@seanreidscott.com
Subject: Levi's Muscles - 7

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Levi's Muscles
CHAPTER SEVEN
by Sean Reid Scott



I sat next to Levi; he sat on an aisle seat, which was pretty-much a
necessity because of his size. He practically sprawled into the walkway,
which, if he didn't pull himself in, might endanger the bride when she came
down the aisle with her father.

The Central Oregon day was perfect for an outdoor wedding: brilliant sun in
a rich, blue sky; bearable temperatures, since it was only 11 am, and a
nice breeze that made the bridesmaid's hair move gently in the wind. But of
course, I was more interested in the groomsmen than the ladies-in-waiting.

And obviously, none of the groomsmen held a candle to Levi--my date for the
occasion. Actually, if you want to get technical, I was his date. His
invitation had said "plus-one" and since he and I had hit it off during the
past two weeks while I was vacationing here, he'd asked me to be his
plus-one. I needn't tell you how blown away I was when he asked me.

"But I'm here on vacation," I'd protested. "I didn't bring anything
appropriate for a wedding!"

"Relax, Callum," he'd insisted, "it's casual dress. It's an outdoor
affair. No ties. Nothin'."

"Nothin?" I said with a sly smile.

"Well, you do have to wear somethin'," he smiled. "The wearing nothin' part
will have to wait till after the reception."

I play-slapped one of his pecs. "Oh, you..." I fawned.

So here we were. The wedding party had all step-pause, step-paused to the
front. The groom had entered from the side, and waited next to his best
man. And I was Levi Broadacres date! It was enough to make a gay guy
cry. If I did start crying, that'd be why I did it... because I was
overwhelmed at being Levi's date. I certainly wouldn't be crying for the
bride (or groom). I didn't know them from Eve and Adam. Levi said the bride
was a family friend.

So, as I am wont to do, in my mind I rated each groomsman as he walked up
the aisle with his bridesmaid partner. (Yeah, I don't rate the women.)
Actually, dressed in their jacket-less tux ensembles (I seriously doubt any
of them referred to them as ensembles but who, after all, is telling the
story here, huh? Yeah, a gay guy. Deal.), they were quite dashing. They
wore bright white dress shirts, royal blue slacks, and vests that were
shimmery-silver on the front and sky-blue on the backs. It worked quite
well, to be honest. And the vests were somewhat torso-hugging, so for a
couple of the groomsmen, it really showed off their fit physiques.

The groom himself was... okay, I guess. Nothing to write home about. But if
I were stuck in a malfunctioning elevator* with him for two hours, I
suppose we could get some stuff done. The best man was better looking than
the groom. And more in shape. But the hottest, best man up there was the
guy next to the best man. Damn, he was fine. Broad shoulders, skinny waist,
gorgeous model-like face. I'd do him in a minute... if it weren't for the
fact that I was sitting next to the most gorgeous, manly,
physically-perfect specimen of manly manhood this side of the Mississippi
(and likely, the other side as well).

Levi was all humble as hell about the stares he got. He had to be used to
it.

I, however, beamed with pride that I had arrived with him. And that
best-looking-buff-man I mentioned? The one who ended up standing next to
the best man? He had been the "usher" dude who seated us. And I saw
numerous glances at Levi from the dude. (Everyone stole glances at Levi, so
I couldn't blame the guy.) Yeah, his envious eyes (and did I see more than
envy?) were all over my man. I gave the guy a glance myself. One that said:
You can look, but you can't touch.

Okay, Levi wasn't actually my man. But he was my date. And I was a puddle
of gushing, fawning lust. Levi emanated heat as he sat next to me. He was
so big that even though he spilled into the aisle, we were forced to
touch--mostly at the arms, but also at the legs.

If you've never been on a wedding date, you really should consider it. It
was so fantastic. I think the bride looked like Ethyl Merman or
something. I really don't remember. The music was nice, but too long. The
message by the officiant was nice, but too long. The reception afterwards
was nice, but too long. And every time my eyes found Levi's crotch, his
cock was nice, and too long.

Damn, I couldn't take my eyes off him. With the ladies, he was the
consummate man's man (double-entendre intended): dashing, friendly,
gorgeous, powerfully big (did I mention that before?), and
well... just... Levi. When he hung with other guys he turned any other
Alpha into a wannabe Beta. Just by being.

And I was his date.

As soon as we hopped in his car to leave, I said, "That was nice."

He looked at me deadpan: "You were bored out of your skull."

I laughed. "We've only known each other for about two weeks and you can
read me like a magazine."

"Not a book?"

"Nah. That'll probably take another two weeks."

He chuckled, put his stick in gear (something I would've been willing to
help with--if he'd only asked), and we headed toward my place. Time to get
out of the stuffy "casual dress" clothes we had on. Time to get out of all
the clothes we had on.





AT LEVI'S CABIN, WE PULLED OFF OUR clothes and got comfortable. And I do
mean all of our clothes. Seems Levi had been serious about what he wanted
to happen after the reception. We both stripped--totally nekkid.

You'd think I would have been self-conscious, being naked next to this
naked muscle man and all. Not that I was out of shape or anything. I could
hold my own in the gym. Regardless, Levi always put me at ease. But you
know... it was Levi.

It was around 2 pm and we were in his kitchen, blending up some
margaritas. The doorbell rang, and Levi started for the front of the house.

"You're going to answer the door like that?" I chuckled as he walked away.

He stopped, looked over his shoulder at me, and said, "Why not? It's my
house."

I shook my head and chuckled again. Whoever was at the front door was going
to be blindsided by Levi's naked body. A few seconds later, I heard talking
coming from the entryway. Then Levi returned back to the great room. Behind
him was Colt. Colt, from the swimming pool. His eyes were glued to Levi's
back side, but when he saw me, he stared right at me and flushed red.

"You remember Colt, don't you Callum?" Levi smiled as he stood between the
two couches in the big living room.

"Sure," I smiled at Colt. "How you doing man?"

Colt looked back and forth, between Levi's naked body, and my naked body.

I could see the What the heck is going on here? wheels turning in his
head. I tried to keep my smile to myself.

"We just got back from a wedding," Levi said to Colt. "Callum is making
some margaritas. Please, join us."

"Well... I, uh..." Colt fidgeted. "It was a nudist wedding?"

Levi laughed, "No. We lost the clothes after we got back. Have a seat,
man."

Colt hemmed and hawed. "Well, I dunno..."

"It's up to you, dude," Levi said. "But you're more than welcome."

"Well, I don't mean... mean to inter... interrupt."

"Not interrupting, Colt," Levi insisted. Colt had yet to come all the way
into the room. "Come on in and make yourself comfortable." Levi turned to
me and added, "Throw in some more for Colt? I have a feeling he's gonna
want a drink."

I chuckled. "Sure."

Colt was just standing there, on the edge of the vaulted great room,
staring at Levi and me. "Um... I'm not... I really didn't mean to intrude."

Did I see a hint of jealousy? I had definitely gotten some idolization
vibes from Colt regarding Levi, but if he was gay, he certainly wasn't
flaming, or even subtly gay in any kind of stereotypical mannerisms. But
then, neither was Levi--at all. And I had been told the same was true about
myself. But at this moment, Colt was not only awestruck at what he'd
stumbled into (whatever that may have appeared to be), but he was obviously
very conflicted about joining us.

"Seriously, Colt," I smiled, "not intruding. You're very welcome."

Colt gave me a faint smile.

"Only requirement is that if you wanna stay and chill with us," Levi nodded
to reference Colt's clothed body, "you gotta lose the fabrics."

While I fiddled with the blender and such, I watched Colt. He definitely
felt out of sorts. "Well, I dunno..."

"Like I said, man. `Sup to you. But from my experience, Callum here makes a
mean margarita. And we're gonna fry up some chicken later and make some
killer chicken burritos." Levi turned toward me and I saw Colt's eyes,
glued once again to the massive, lean back side. "While you're deciding,"
Levi said, "have a seat."

Colt moved in and silently sat on Levi's couch.

I turned on the blender to crush the ice, then salted the rims of three
glasses, poured out, then added a lime garnish to each. And miniature
umbrellas to the glasses. Levi had everything in his kitchen.

Levi took two glasses and turned to Colt, who shook his head.

"Ah, dude," Levi said. "You don't want one?"

Colt flushed red again. "Well, it's not... it's not that I..."

Levi dropped his chin and gave him a mock frown.

Colt stared up at him; he swallowed hard. "Um... well..."

I didn't know anything about Colt--other than what I'd figured out from
meeting him at the pool. He'd sure been enamored with Levi. But then, who
wasn't? I decided to try to lower the tension. "So Colt, what do you have
going on this afternoon?"

He seemed to appreciate the conversational diversion. "Oh, not much. I'm
sorry, I didn't mean to intrude... I mean, I was just hanging at home and
thought I'd stop..." He broke off, mid-sentence.

"Cool," I smiled. I took a sip of my drink.

"I'm glad you came," Levi smiled.

"Really?" Colt brightened. Then he flushed again.

Colt was probably around six-feet, with sandy-blond hair. He had a really
nice build--quintessential lifeguard/swimmer build, if not a bit more
muscular. He was a knockout. Probably 20-ish. And his timidity at this
moment was so cute.

"Sure," Levi said. "We've been working together for a while now; it's about
time we hung out."

Colt gave me a quick glance, and I could read his thoughts: Levi wants to
hang with me, but what is this dude doing here then?

For some reason, this whole situation seemed hot. Where I might have
normally been a bit jealous, I was kinda intrigued with the prospect of
having Colt join us. Levi seemed totally with me, but he also seemed like
the kind of guy who liked to have a bit of fun.

Levi took a sip of his margarita. "Mmm... Callum, this is fantastic." He
turned to Colt and lifted the other glass to Colt, taunting, "You ought to
give it a try, man."

Again, Colt turned red. He looked up at me, then quickly away.

Levi and I exchanged smiles.

Finally, Colt slowly stood up. "Well, I guess... I mean... it's just that
it's kind of embarrass..."

At this point, the whole scenario... Levi and me totally naked, Colt all
nervous, the whole scene... well, I kinda started to get hard. A natural
reaction when I'm around Levi, but now, with Colt here too...

Colt was apparently not going to strip down without some more gentle
coaxing, so I walked around from behind the kitchen island and revealed my
semi-hard dick. His eyes widened.

"It's okay, man," I reassured with a smile. "It's all cool."

"That's right, Colt," Levi agreed. "We're just here to have a fun
afternoon. Have some drinks, pig out on some really good food, have some
more drinks..."

Then Levi came up to me. My cock was more than merely semi-erect now. And
the closer Levi got, the harder I got. The muscle man smiled down at me as
he set his margarita glass on the island counter. I froze, absolutely
knowing what was coming.

Levi leaned down and our lips met. I wrapped my hands under his arms and
embraced him as he kissed me.

I have no idea how Colt was reacting. But at least he wasn't bolting for
the door. So there was that. Then he whispered, "Holy...." Out of the
corner of my eye I could see him; he just stood there, watching Levi ravage
me. Watching me run my hands up and down, back and forth, over his massive,
rippling back.

When Levi broke the kiss, while we were still embracing each other, we both
turned to look at Colt. His eyes were as big as billiard balls. Levi
chuckled. "Well come on, man," he said, "you had to know, didn't you?"

Colt slowly shook his head. "Not... really. I mean, I... I guess I hoped,
but..." As soon as the word "hoped" came out, he reddened again.

Levi and I separated, and now my erection waved wildly into the
room. Kissing me had also started Levi on the road to hardness. With a
smile, Levi said to Colt, "Hoped?"

Colt absently adjusted himself in his jeans shorts. He looked back and
forth between us. I got the idea he really wanted to stay, but he looked at
me with hesitation.

"Hey, man," I started, "please join us. I wasn't sure which way you swing,
but damn, I was hoping. It'd be fun to get to know you better. What d'ya
say? Like Levi said... I make a mean margarita. But you don't get one
unless..." I smiled.

By now, Colt had picked his chin up off the floor and was smiling--a bit
hesitantly. Still, he didn't move.

Levi realized Colt was going to need some prodding, so he approached the
smaller man. "Here," he said, "let me help you get started." He pulled up
Colt's T-shirt, over his head, while Colt helped out by lifting both
arms. Levi tossed it on the couch. Yeah, the dude was gorgeous. Big muscle
bellies on a lean, taut body. And that bleached-sandy-blond hair was so
hot.

Levi began to undo Colt's shorts. He opened the zipper wide and began to
push the shorts down. He wasn't in a hurry, but he wasn't dilly dallying
either. When he shimmied the boxer briefs off, Colt' cock sprang up like a
suddenly vacant diving board. Prang!

I had to smile. The dude was turned on. This was going to be a great
afternoon.

"Sweet," Levi smiled. He moved his massive, lean body right up to Colt's
and smiled down at him. "Damn, I'm glad." Then, as if it were just a normal
thing to do, he reached down and took Colt's erection in his hand and held
it. He didn't stroke it; he just let his light touch feel out the hard
shaft. Then he slid his hand down to Colt's balls and cupped both of them
in his one, big paw.

Colt shivered. He stared down at Levi's hand on his genitals.

"Dude," Levi said to me without taking his eyes off Colt, "you gotta come
and feel this guy. Damn, Colt, you're really big. And hard!"

I walked toward the two men; Levi stepped to one side. Colt stood there, in
all his erect glory. He didn't move, not even his facial expression, so it
was hard to know what he was thinking. Although Levi had just helped
himself to Colt's hard cock, I didn't feel like I had enough Alpha clout to
do the same. So, I asked, "Is it okay?"

It took Colt a long time, but he eventually nodded to me.

Fuck. The guy was almost as thick as me, and probably just a bit longer. He
was as hard as a man could get. I moved my hand over, under, around, and
below his cock and balls, and he didn't do anything to stop me. Levi looked
down with an interested smile. Colt looked at me a bit, but his eyes were
mostly, totally for Levi. While I felt him out, he stared up at his
idol. And you could see the lust and hope in his eyes.

Levi said, "Damn, Colt. You have it bad for big muscles, don't you."

Colt slightly nodded.

"I knew it from the moment we met," Levi continued. "You kept sneaking
looks at me. Fuck, it was hot."

Colt swallowed.

I continued to tease his hard shaft and heavy balls.

Then Levi lifted one arm in front of Colt's face and flexed it. The twin
heads of arm muscle bulged and grew to inhuman proportions, with a peak
that was amazingly pointed.

Without seeming to think, Colt brought one hand to Levi's arm. Then the
other. The hard sphere was so big that the kid couldn't get both hands
around it. It was freakin' huge.

Levi smiled. He slowly lowered his arm. I continued to touch Colt; in fact,
I'd begun to lightly, slowly stroke him. Levi said, "Do you want to feel
any of my other muscles?"

Colt didn't respond, his eyes still bugging out, locked with Levi's baby
blues.

"Go ahead," Levi prodded. "Touch anything. Anything you want."

Colt swallowed. One of his hands raised up, and, trembling, it landed on
one of Levi's magnificent, hairy pectorals. As soon as the other hand was
also on Levi's massive chest, I increased the intensity, tightness and
speed of my stroking. I'd had my hands on a lot of cocks in the past few
years--including Levi's own monstrosity--but I'd be hard pressed to
remember a cock that was as hard as Colt's was at that moment.

It all happened pretty fast, actually. Colt just couldn't hold back. He
started to move his worshipping hands across the big plates of Levi's chest
muscles, and I gave the kid a few long, hard strokes. And that's all it
took. Colt let out a yip! and just as he squeezed his eyes tightly closed,
a long, white rope of cum erupted from his slit. The first spray landed on
Levi's abs, and some of it dribbled onto my tight grip. But the second--and
subsequent--bursts of his semen flew all the way up onto Levi's protruding
pecs, one squirt even hitting the underside of the muscle man's chin.

Colt moaned while he baptized his muscle idol with milky jizz. I kept
squeezing and stroking. The kid raised up onto his tiptoes and held onto
Levi's pecs for dear life. It was a long orgasm. And the longer it lasted,
the more verbal Colt became: "Ohhhhhhhnnnnng, fuuuuuuuck!" His youthful,
lean body jerked with his ejaculations. At the end, he leaned, exhausted,
against Levi's gigantic chest and sighed. "Holy fuuuuuck," he hissed.

Levi pulled Colt close to his naked muscles and wrapped his enormous arms
around him. I withdrew my hand from Colt and proceeded to lick the semen
off my fingers. Colt sighed loudly again. Levi ran a hand through that
sandy-blond hair, comforting the smaller guy with soft kisses on his
head. I could have gotten jealous at this expression of affection, but for
some reason I didn't. It was actually pretty erotic. And truthfully, I had
no claim to Levi. We'd only just met a few weeks earlier. Still, Levi made
me want a man more than I'd ever wanted a man--and I wanted him to want me
back.

Maybe this whole encouraging Colt to stay thing was a mistake. Damn. No, I
couldn't afford to get all jealous about this. That'd ruin everything. If
Levi got even a hint of an idea that I was the possessive type, he'd
bolt. For Colt. Or at least, he'd bolt.

Finally--and not a second too soon for my tastes--the two men
separated. When Colt had leaned against Levi's chest, some of his own semen
had transferred onto his cheek. He wiped at it now.

Levi smiled down at him, then at me. He gave me a wink. A wink! What that
meant, I had no idea. But it sure felt good. He looked back to Colt and
said, "Well, now that we got the first time out of the way, I think we're
going to have a really fun time this afternoon."

"And evening, right?" I asked.

"You bet, man," Levi smiled. At that point he turned to me and moved
close. He stood just inches from me, looked down at me and said, "Colt
there, made a mess all over me. You think you could help clean it up?" And
again with a wink.

I didn't have to be asked twice. I licked every square inch of Levi's front
side, swallowing Colt's love offering as I went. I even licked areas that
had no semen on them. One cannot be too thorough. At each nipple, I paused
and gently latched on, sucking, licking, nibbling.

The occasional moan from Levi's chest told me I was getting him revved up.

When I moved up onto Levi's neck, and finally his face, we locked in a
passionate, tongue-on-tongue kiss. He pulled my tongue into his
mouth. Goddamn I was harder than Colt had been, I'm sure. I ran my hands
all over hell: Levi's back, shoulders, lats, ass... everywhere I could
reach, I caressed and fondled. And Levi's muscles bulged and tightened
under my worshipping hands.

I have no idea where Colt had gone. He was not in my awareness anymore. It
was only Levi and me now.

My heart pounded out of my chest. I pushed myself against Levi's muscle
body. He held me hard, even picking me up off the floor a few inches. Then,
he sat me on the floor and repositioned his arms; he picked me up like a
groom does his bride. I placed one hand on his amazing chest. He looked
down at me and smiled. With literally no effort at all, he'd just lifted my
200 pound body and was now carrying me toward his master bedroom.

"Come on, Colt," he said without looking away from my face, "I think you
might enjoy watching."

I couldn't believe it. I mean, yes, Levi and I had had sex many times over
the past few weeks, but now... inviting another guy to watch... this was a
whole new level of erotic expression.

"You don't mind if he watches, do you?" Levi whispered into my ear as he
walked with me in his big arms.

I grinned, "Are you kidding? This is going to be hot!"

Levi placed me on my back, on his bedspread. Colt stood close to a chest of
drawers. Levi motioned for Colt to come closer, then he said to me, "Before
I fuck you, I think it'd be hot to see you two dudes make out. Would that
be okay?" He looked to Colt, then back to me, seeking an answer. "You guys
into that?"

I looked up at Colt. The corner of his mouth turned up. I smiled
too. Without a word, Colt climbed onto the bed. His muscled, long, lean
body lowered onto mine. Our lips met as the same time the rest of his body
pressed down on mine. Fucky, fucky, fuck. The kid was simply gorgeous. And
where the hell had he learned to kiss like this? If I wasn't careful, I
might have come right then. But I wanted to save it for Levi. It was going
to be a struggle.

Colt and I kissed and hugged and wrapped ourselves around each other in
passionate lust. I don't remember exactly what Levi was doing at that
moment. Watching, obviously. Probably stroking himself. I have no doubt
that Colt's body on top--and my body on the bottom--must have looked
amazing. Especially since we were obviously enjoying each other so much. If
it weren't for Levi being my main man now, I could've easily really gotten
into Colt. The dude was amazing. I don't know if he was simply turned on by
getting acquainted with Levi on this level or what, but whatever it was,
the dude was one passionate kisser and sex fiend!

Time had no meaning at that point, so I don't know how long it had been
when I felt Levi's gentle hand on my head. Colt's mouth came off mine right
then, and I saw that Levi's other hand was on Colt's. Instinctively, we
both turned our faces--me to my right, Colt to his left--to Levi's
face. The three of us kissed together. It was loud, soft, sloppy, and
intimately sensual. This trio kiss lasted way too short. Levi pulled his
face back and Colt raised his body off mine.

Levi stood beside the bed. "Damn. You two are so gorgeous." He extended his
hand to Colt, who moved off the bed and stood right in front of the
mountain of muscle. Levi looked at me, content as could be, then back at
Colt. "You think you could come again, Colt?" he asked.

"Damn. I almost did right then," he answered, smiling down at me.

I smiled back.

"Good," Levi said, "because I want to make you come one more time before I
make Callum come. And then I'm gonna fuck the daylights out of him. He's my
main man, you see, but I have no doubt he enjoys watching you get all
turned on by me." He looked down at me and said, "Right, Callum?"

"Fuck, yeah," I said. "I want to see you make Colt come again." I was
smiling, and most of the smile was in reaction to what Levi had said about
me being his main man. Fucky fuck. I mean, we'd only been "together" for a
few weeks, and he thought this?

Colt grinned.

"Okay," Levi purred. "You choose, Callum. Since this is for you, man, you
get to choose. How do you want me to make him come?"

I grinned. It's funny; I immediately knew the answer. Maybe it was because
it had been a fantasy of mine ever since I'd seen Levi. Ever since I'd seen
that chest of his. Those twin slabs of beef that jut out and grab your eyes
even when he's wearing a shirt. From the instant I'd seen those great pecs
that morning when he walked past my deck, I'd been
infatuated--possessed--by Levi's king-sized chest. And in spite of now
being able to fuck and fuck with the man every day, I still found
myself--during the times we had to be apart, like when he was
working--jacking off constantly over the fantasy of putting my hard-on
right between those planets of muscle and having him masturbate me--just by
flexing those babies. And even though we'd done every sex position from
here to Sunday when we were together, for some reason I hadn't had the
nerve to ask him about doing that to me--the pec jerk-off thing. Maybe I
held it in some kind of sacrosanct, forbidden place. But also for some
reason, when he'd asked me how I wanted him to make Colt come, the answer
immediately came to mind.

 "Oh, that's easy. I want you to kneel down on the floor, have Colt stand
right in front of you, and have him put his cock between your pecs. Then I
want you to jerk him off, just by flexing your chest, hardening it, rolling
your pecs, wrapping them around his dick and masturbating him with
them. Not a hand-job, but a pec-job."

Levi grinned. He folded his enormous arms over his chest and
nodded. GodDayum his forearms were huge.

Colt only managed to squeak out a, "Fuck." But when he collected his
thoughts after considering this idea, he started to smile.

"I take it, you're good with that?" Levi asked.

Colt nodded. Standing there totally nude, his cock was hard again, even
though he'd come only a few minutes earlier. We'd both gotten quite erect
when we were making out on the bed.

Levi unfolded his pillars of muscle from his chest and directed Colt to a
spot next to the bed. Levi knelt down next to where my head was, on my
right. He was facing Colt, who stood at the foot of the bed. I propped
myself on my right arm to get a good view but I quickly realized I wanted
to be even closer to the action. I sat up on the edge of the bed; I
straddled Levi's Herculean arm--his left one--between my legs.

Levi crooked a finger, calling Colt to move closer. Soon, Colt's lower body
was touching Levi's torso as the big man knelt before him. Colt's boner
pointed at Levi's chin. The kid placed his hands on Levi's traps to steady
himself. He leaned in just a bit, and his hard-on sank between the twin
masses of Levi's hairy pectoral beef.

Immediately, Colt groaned and stood on his tiptoes. As he did so, Levi
flexed his pecs. The resulting friction and resistance on Colt's cock
elicited a loud "fuuuuuck," from the young man. Levi just looked up at
Colt's face, barely smiling. The muscle god's enormous erection rose up
between Colt's thighs, and I wondered what that sensation must have been
like for the young hunk. It must have felt like a third leg, all snuggled
in between his legs; I imagined that Colt was enjoying the sensation.

I placed a hand on Levi's boulder-like shoulder--a deltoid that would make
any competitive bodybuilder seethe with envy. Damn, it was hard. And
really, really warm. I put my other hand on Levi's upper arm. Shit. It was
a side of beef. I fingered the sexy cephalic vein that runs the length of
the biceps muscle. My left calf rested against Levi's hard, vascular,
rippling quadriceps. Fuck.

Levi made like he hadn't noticed my hands (and legs) on his muscles.

This was going to be, quite possibly, the most sensual, erotic
demonstration of muscle lust ever.

My cock was easily as hard as Colt's. It rose, in monolithic prominence,
between my legs, eager to join in with my other limbs in the worship. It
dribbled pre-cum, only inches away from the gigantic arm and shoulder that
my hands now worshipped.

Colt lowered down onto his heels, then pressed his cock against Levi while
he again raised up onto his toes. His eyes rolled back in his head. Levi
rolled his pecs.

And thus started the most wonderful jerk-off session I'd ever imagined.

Colt's hands trembled on Levi's shoulders; occasionally he moved them onto
Levi's fireplug neck. He squeezed whatever muscle happened to be under his
palms--usually traps, but sometimes deltoids too.

Levi contracted and bulged his pecs in a slow, methodical rhythm. Colt
whimpered continuously. I wondered if maybe he'd had this very fantasy too,
just like me. He humped Levi's gorgeous, massive chest, and Levi enveloped
Colt's cock in the deep crack between his pecs.

I felt out Levi's arm and shoulder. More than once, Colt's hand met mine on
Levi's shoulder. We were brothers in worship.

Levi tightened his pecs around the shaft again. Then relaxed them. Pre-cum
gurgled out of Colt, wetting the length of his own shaft as well as the
hairy canyon in which his cock rested. It seemed like Levi had a kind of
other-worldly ability to flex his pec muscles--right around Colt's dick. In
fact, now Colt's cock became totally engulfed. Levi literally wrapped his
pecs around Colt's throbbing boner--so much so that you couldn't even see
it!

Colt froze. And Levi tightened his pecs even more. Colt was on his toes,
groaning, slobbering with lust. And Levi danced his pecs--slowly. He
massaged Colt's cock with sensual power. More pre-cum gurgled up from
Colt's slit, making Levi's chest wet with the shiny liquid. While Colt held
very still, pressing himself into Levi, the muscle giant patiently massaged
and erotically manipulated the boy's organ.

Colt was almost there.

I continued to worship Levi's body, watching closely the magnificent work
he was doing on Colt's cock--just with his pectoral muscles. I saw Colt's
legs tighten around Levi's enormous cock; the cock head was just inches
away from Colt's sphincter. Dayum, it must have been amazing to be Colt
right then.

But Levi wasn't done. He bent the arm I was feeling. It bulged under my
grasp--so huge and hard. Then, he moved his hand onto Colt's ass. As a
"sssshhhhhhiiiit" spilled from Colt's lips, Levi inserted a finger into the
kid's ass. "Oh--oh--oh--oh..." Colt was frozen in lust. I could see Levi
wriggle his finger farther inside Colt's sphincter. And even while he did
this, he flexed and waved his pecs, tightening and loosening them around
the dude's cock.

Colt dropped his head back. He was there. He was ready.

With a grimace that caused his entire body to tighten, Colt's cock released
a geyser of cum onto Levi's gorgeous body, spurting blow after long, hard
blow of his seed all over the room, it seemed. In reality, most of Colt's
semen landed on Levi's face, neck and pecs.

Damn, I was going to have to clean up another big mess.

Not that I minded.

Colt's cock, massaged and manipulated by Levi's giant pecs, spewed more and
more jizz onto Levi's body.

I almost came myself. My hands wrapped around Levi's hard, bulging arm;
they ran up and down his shoulders. I moved to feel the pec closest to
me. It was at the same time hard, velvety, and deliciously wet with Colt's
offering of muscle worship. It was all I could do to keep myself from
spontaneously erupting and mixing my own jizz with my new, young lifeguard
friend.

When Colt was emptied, Levi stood up. This time, both of us were invited to
lick the white stickiness off Levi's muscles. A few times, our mouths met,
usually around a nipple, and we kissed and exchanged tongues for a brief
moment before we got back to cleaning Levi off.

When we were done, a smiling Levi looked down at us both and said, "Well,
I'm not sure, but maybe you need to do a bit more work. I still feel
sticky." With that, he laid down on the bed, on his back, his tremendous
erection nestled between his mounded abdominals. He said, "Well, come one
guys. My muscles aren't going to lick themselves."

I moved around to the other side of the bed, and Colt mounted the mattress
on his side. In seconds, both of us were licking and kissing all over
Levi's enormous body--from his hairy, wet pecs to his manscaped balls; to
his hairless, veiny legs.... Every inch of the giant man got a thorough
cleaning. And that cock... well, we both made sure the shaft was tended to,
as well as his shaved, damp, heavy balls.

Both of us were in muscle worship heaven. It was like nothing you could
imagine. I mean, yeah, I'd done this to Levi's body before over the past
weeks, but having another cohort there with me, both of us intent on
worshipping every millimeter of Levi's muscular physique... it was
mind-blowing.

Levi flexed whatever muscle we asked for. Again and again. And we kissed,
licked and sucked on him. Always, we returned to that magnificent monolith
of manhood: His cock was an engineering marvel, and a work of art, all in
one. It was so goddamn thick, and so freakin' long. The veins that
encircled it gave our tongues and lips a tactile experience like no
other. The thing was simply gorgeous. We took turns wetting the shaft to a
shiny sheen; we licked it together, one tongue on each side. And we did
tag-team: while one of us went down on Levi's shaft (as far as we could,
which didn't even mean halfway down), the other of us would lick and nip at
Levi's generous balls.

It became our mutual objective to make Levi groan and squirm with
pleasure. Fortunately, the man was pretty expressive in conveying his
pleasure. And that just spurred us on. There's nothing quite like making a
mega muscle man moan and wriggle with pleasure. His heavy breaths were
erotic. The man was sex itself. Muscle sex.

I lifted one of Levi's mammoth legs and moved in toward Levi's ass. Kissing
his inner thigh as I went, I eventually found my goal: his red, wet
sphincter. I rimmed him.

"Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuck...." He arched his back and pressed his hands into the
mattress.

I have no idea how long we worked on the man, but no matter how hard we
tried (and we DID try!), we couldn't get him to come. The man was a
stalwart of self-control.

When Colt and I had done everything we could think of to push Levi over the
orgasmic edge, we finally gave up. Levi wasn't coming until Levi was ready
to come. And apparently, he wanted to come inside me.

When Colt and I withdrew from on top of Levi's body, the muscle god sat up,
then stood. He looked sweaty. And from his vocalizations and reactions to
our pawing, some of the sheen on his body had to be sweat. But both Colt
and I knew that most of it was our saliva.

Levi was as hard as a steel pipe--and as big as a water main for that
matter. He grinned at me and said, "Come here, Callum."

Of course, I obeyed. My heart was racing. Having Colt here was going to
make this really hot. When I got to Levi's warm body, he bent down and
kissed me. He picked me up and laid me on the bed, on my back. Apparently
we were going to do missionary style. He crawled onto the bed like a tiger
stalking his prey. His face was serious, yet there was a hint of a turn-up
at the corners of his lips.

While Colt watched, Levi and I began a slow, sensual, passionate kissing
session. His tongue ravished my mouth. He supported his body weight with
his mighty, tight arms. I put my hands on his shoulders and then ran them
down onto his enormous, hard triceps. Fucky, fucky....

Regardless of what Levi and I had done together before, what we were now
doing was the most orgasmic, erotic thing I'd ever done. His kisses were so
tender, so loving. And we kissed for a really, really long time.

I could hear Colt respond to what he was seeing; he moaned and
cussed. "...so fuckin' hot."

I could feel Levi's erection nestle against my sphincter. Yes, with Colt
standing right there, this was going to happen.

Well, not quite. He wasn't going to just stand there. "Hey Colt," Levi said
as he pulled his lips from mine, "climb on up, man. No reason you shouldn't
enjoy yourself too." Levi smiled at me and resumed kissing while Colt
mounted the bed. Between kisses, Levi told him he could lie down on top of
him; while Levi would fuck my ass, Colt could surf Levi's ass with his cock
if he wanted--but he would not be allowed to enter Levi. "That's reserved
for this guy, understood?" He winked at me when he said it.

Colt agreed to the terms. He took up position, on his knees, between Levi's
hulking upper legs. I was occasionally able to get a glimpse of him; he
started with putting his hands on Levi's twin bowling balls of ass
muscle. "Oh, holy fuuuuuck," he said as he closed his eyes. His hands moved
over Levi's ass, and then down onto his hamstrings.

While Levi and I kissed, I wondered what Colt's perspective must be
like. Right above Levi's massive back--rising from that gorgeous, muscled
ass, from a waist that was likely narrower that Colt's own, up and out to a
back that was a galaxy unto itself. I wondered what kind of fantasies Colt
had had about Levi. I couldn't imagine.

And I didn't really need to. I, myself, was experiencing the ultimate
fantasy of all time. Right now, I was lying right under Levi's very warm
body--a nuclear power plant that emanated heat and energy--while the two of
us kissed and frenched. Colt was feeling out Levi's muscles, and I was
too. My hands trembled over the god's shoulders and onto that enormous,
hairy shelf of chest muscle. I was so aroused; I didn't know how I was
going to last. I so wanted to last until Levi entered me.

I felt--and saw--Colt lean forward; he lowered himself onto Levi's back
now. The two of us were now enjoying a Levi sandwich. I could only imagine
what Colt was doing with his cock at that moment: rubbing it up and down in
Levi's ass crack, dribbling the small of Levi's back with his crystal clear
pre-cum. Colt's hands wrapped outward on Levi's back, and then I felt them
come around and feel that mighty chest. Our hands met in worship at the
temple of Levi's pectoral sanctuary.

Levi and I kept kissing and moaning. Four hands moved all over his powerful
body.

I felt Levi shift a bit. He was moving to bring his cock closer; it pressed
at me. I groaned with anticipation, trying desperately to control my urge
to let go and come.

With Colt lying right on top of him, Levi pressed harder against my
hole. He began to open me. He pulled his lips off mine and leaned farther
forward--eventually nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck and
shoulder. He spread my sphincter wider and wider, arching his back to
leverage himself inside--all the while, with Colt on top of him.

I had realized a week or so ago that I would never be able to completely
relax when Levi fucked me. No matter how I tried, it would never be
comfortable. There was no way in hell that I would ever become accustomed
to having that thing push me apart. Yet, discomfort or not, it was the most
enjoyable experience I would ever have.

Just as I yipped in pain while the head of Levi's massive cock moved inside
me fully, I felt Colt's body jerk with orgasm. He pushed himself up and
from what I could tell, he was holding his cock in both hands, and spraying
Levi's back with his juice. He hissed and cussed.

Levi didn't pause. He entered me, and my ass hole lips wrapped tightly
around his helmet--almost pulling him inside me more. It was instinctive. I
had to have him. All of him. Inside me.

He pressed in farther. And farther. He said some nasty words into my neck
while he humped his back to get farther inside of me. I moved my arms to
his back, and as best I could, pulled him tightly on top of me. While I
felt out the insane mounds of his back muscles, Colt's semen splashed all
over my hands--and I discovered quite a bit of jizz had already been
deposited. Levi's back side was dripping with cum.

Levi finally, gently and slowly, made it to the hilt. His dangling balls
pressed against my ass cheeks. I could feel the trimmed hair of his pubes
against my hole. He didn't move. From experience, I knew he didn't have
to. Some times when we made love, he'd be pretty vigorous--pounding my ass,
in and out, quickly and hard. Sometimes, though, he'd just push all the way
in, and then hold it there. His body would tighten, and I could feel his
cock flex inside me. Then it would be almost as if he'd willed himself to
come.

That was what he was going to do now. And with that realization, his
hulking, hot, muscles surrounding me--pinning me helplessly to the bed--I
couldn't hold back any longer. I let out a, "Fuuuuuuuuck," and began
spewing long, hard bursts of cum between our bodies.

Simultaneously, as Colt was finishing and I was starting, Levi decided it
was time. His entire body flexed on top of me and beneath my embracing
arms. I could feel veins bulge, muscles contract into rock, and I could
feel the beginnings of his orgasm: His cock opened with a vengeance,
discharging powerful blasts into my body. I squeezed his back side and,
together we consummated our love for each other once again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Colt hissed as he watched Levi screw me.

I buried my nose in Levi's black hair; he nestled closer to me. The river
of semen I had ejected overflowed my abdominal area and dribbled down both
my sides. And I kept producing more.

Levi and I had longer orgasms than we'd ever had together. Credit,
possibly, the presence of a third person? I don't know, but whatever it
was, I was going to need a lot of water when I finished. I eventually did
finish, but even at that point, I don't think Levi was even halfway
done. He just held on to me, his clam-shell back enveloping me while he
filled me with more seed than I thought I was capable of receiving. He
moaned; his muscles flexed under my hands; his cock expanded and throbbed
inside my body--I could feel every one of his ejaculations, just as I could
feel every one of his heartbeats while his hairy chest pressed against
mine.

When Levi was finished, he basically collapsed on top of me--making sure to
support his mass with his now bent arms; his elbows were on the mattress,
on my sides. Colt must have also been exhausted, because he lowered back
down, once again, onto Levi's expansive body. He turned his head and rested
it on Levi's neck. Levi protected me from the additional weight with his
powerful arms.

We must have stayed interlocked like that for the good part of a half
hour. Sometimes we kissed; sometimes we just breathed heavy breaths,
enjoying the afterglow.

When we got up, Levi was drenched. His back side was a pool of Colt's jizz;
his chest and abs were caked with mine. When he withdrew from my ass--with
Colt still lying on top of him--he pushed himself up and straightened his
arms, bending his knees. When his helmet popped out, a torrent of his jizz
gushed out of my ass. I hoped his bed had a really good mattress cover
because the mess on the sheets was extensive. It obviously was going to get
absorbed into whatever was beneath the bottom sheet.

Colt, of course, spent the night with us. And I thoroughly loved our time
together. Levi continually reassured me--with his words and with his
actions--that I was his man. Colt was there as a "plus-one" to our duo. And
Colt actually seemed to like that. I felt no hesitation with having him
there. Levi and I were joined at the hip now--maybe somewhere else too: the
heart? Certainly the sex organs.