From: braun1@concentric.net (JB)
Subject: Repost by Request - "The G" - M/M Muscle
Date: Sat, 18 Jan 1997 01:58:12 GMT
Organization: Concentric Internet Services

This is a new fantasy story that a friend of mine and a great writer asked me to
post on his behalf as he wishes to remain anonymus.  Any constructive comments
may be forwarded to me and I will make sure he receives them.  Comments to:
Braun1@concentric.net

Standard disclaimers apply.

If you are under legal age in your part of the world or find man to man sex
offensive, leave, delete or just plain go away.  You are not welcome.  If
however you enjoy total fantasy stories of muscular supermen and are a "legal"
adult, what are you reading this for? 


The G
Part 4

Sure enough, it didn't. We left the gym as it was, cum and sweat drenched, and
hit the showers. They didn't help - hot water did nothing to cool the passion.
He went to the showers first, and not surprisingly, used the corner stall.
Things really got quite obvious once you knew the reason they were made that
way. I always thought the shower stalls were done hastily, all were the same
width, except the corner one which was far wider, but just narrow enough that
two stalls would have been too narrow in it's place. Of course, once he stepped
in, it was quite obvious why it was that way. Soon the water flowed over both of
us. I stayed behind him, taking what looked like seconds to wash off our
combined cum, so fast I was again challenging dexterity as a concept. When I
finished off, he was just starting, and I was almost full-mast again, and
started soaping up his back, while he started on his chest. But, I soon got
stuck going down to his ass, tracing the curves. He sported a pump the likes of
which were never seen before, his arms were pushed wide by his lats, which were
in turn pushed back by his triceps, so the top of them jutted out towards me. I
started kneading those incredible bulges. They were so huge and so hard. It took
real effort only to move on, and I finally managed to do so. He
moved his arms as he was soaping himself and it made all sorts of new bulges
appear and move under his skin. I forced myself to move my hands downwards, but
it didn't help, I was getting hotter and hotter, going down that impossible
curve towards his lower lats, jutting, not thinning out at all. Then, suddenly,
as my hands felt down two huge pillars of muscle, they reached his ass, hard and
writhing as he moved, and in one second more, my cock was up his ass-crack and
the head between those pillars of muscle, my chest pressing into the bulges of
his upper back, my arms barely reaching under his arms around him, and there
were four hands on his huge pecs, stroking, and my lips on his traps, licking,
kissing and nibbling at their hardness. He let out a breath, a sound full of
passion and concentrated power. And soon our hands went down and up exploring,
my left on his left nipple, his right over his right pec, my right down getting
stuck in the bulging abs, his left helping it over to touch his thigh, then we
would move and twist a little, both sending waves of passion to each other, my
hands moved to touch his arms, his to reach my thighs, lathering each other with
our bodies. It was like breathing fire, while he flexed every part I passed
over, it became  a bulge, it ballooned out, or jumped up forming cords, and as
he moved I'd feel everything down to the faintest shudder on my chest, my belly,
my cock, my thighs.
Then, suddenly, he turned around and picked me up by my ass, and lifted - the
next I knew his passion engorged man-meat was between us, and I was licking it's
head as best I could as he lifted me up and down over it and his pumped up chest
and abs, the bulges and ridges rubbing against my own cock. I went from cock to
his face, his hair, licking and kissing, jacking him off with my whole body,
feeling his cock with my hands and tongue alternately, fleeting moments of touch
given to his pumping shoulders, triceps and biceps. I wanted to suck him, but I
couldn't any more, he got too big already, I didn't know if I moaned it or said
it or though it. "You're growing..." It was like a signal, and with my whole
body I felt his cock really grow, cumming, his breath stopping, and then
becoming a growling sound I felt through his chest as he exhaled slowly, his
eyes closed, as he came with four slow convulsions, and four gushes of hot cum.
Then I came again, short, shocking and blissful, shooting a wad of liquid into
the crevice between his abs and chest. Our juices flowed slowly flushed by the
hot water, and I could feel my feet touch the ground again. As soon as they did
his hands went up over my back and around me, and we were separated, his huge
organ slipping down, still swollen.
The next thing I knew, he was toweling off the water from him and me, from head
to toe, and we were in the locker room again. I just looked in wonder at him,
like the day before. He was pumped up incredibly, more than ever, as he moved, a
little of the rational I managed to regain registered that it showed, a strange
and obvious loss of range of movement, and a stance which would look funny and
overdone on anyone but him. He finished the job and we both went up to his
bedroom - he with that incredible coordination of his, now only slightly
hampered, and I, following, still basking in the glow of recent sex.

He came in first, and I almost collapsed onto the bed as soon as I could feel it
in front of me, still holding the towel he dried me with a minute ago. He
switched on the lights and I noticed I actually barely missed the low wall. The
small but powerful lights shone above the mirror wall, and he stood there, in
front of it, looking at his reflection. He twisted a bit to the right, and then
back again.
"This is so good..." he said.
"Huh?" I replied, while he moved to face the mirror head on.
"Look at me, I'm so pumped up... my skin feels so tight and I love it... it's
like it's four sizes too small" he said. The bright light now showed him in all
the glory, and I realized he'd just seen himself for the first time since his
workout - I had lots more time to get used to him in this overpumped state he
was in, not that I had any great success as my aching loins could testify. He
shifted slightly, and felt the skin of his right biceps with his left hand, his
fingers going back and forth over the veins which now, under the light, looked
to be bulging even more. He took special attention at what could only have been
a stretch-mark, Barely visible, but there, and another one in the crevice
between his pec and shoulder.
"I haven't had such a pump...I'm not sure if I ever did" he said. He shifted
slightly and flexed his pecs ever so slightly, just making their huge bulk
bounce under the skin which really looked tight to the point of becoming paper
thin. He turned so he had a side view and brought his arm down, but didn't flex.
His triceps stood out, a huge gob of muscle, nevertheless.
"Oh yes, this is sooo good..." he kept on saying. He was getting off on himself,
and it made my blood churn, and his also - his cock was swollen again. He turned
to face the mirror again and flexed his thigh, which jumped up from several huge
cords into the same cords, but even bigger, with tens of new cords over them. It
made his cock bounce from thigh to thigh and it stayed suspended in the air
slightly, a hard-on in progress as evident as the enjoyment on his face. He
lifted his arm up, and bent it over, which made his biceps again become a huge,
but still not flexed, ball, which he then felt over with his hand, watching
himself in the mirror. He noticed me ogling and I could see his realization that
there was no reason for keeping back. He looked at my reflection. Then he glided
down over his pecs and his abs with his left hand, still holding his right up,
reached his crotch, and lifted his monster cock, huge with his blood, with that
slide-under-and-lift motion, which only someone of his endowment would have
needed. Then he flexed his biceps and started stroking his cock, which I could
see getting more rigid by the second. His biceps, now in a proper one-armed
biceps pose was something I'll never be able to get over, that impossible shape
and super-human size. In a second I was beside him and my hand replaced his,
stroking his cock. He was getting off himself, I was getting off him getting off
himself, and he was getting off me doing that.
"Now you flex properly" I said, stroking him very, very slowly. His hand free
now, he went into a full double biceps, flexing up slowly. First his abs
practically extruded themselves what looked like two inches forward, his thighs
went huge and rigid with almost a snap, his calves following, and then he lifted
his chest, and slowly brought his lats out as far as he could, which was
inhumanly far, it looked like they would bulge out to his elbows, flexing his
pecs at the same time, and then his arms went ballistic, muscles swelling larger
and larger until his impossible biceps peaks reached almost to his fists, and
his triceps bulged down trying to meet the bulges of his lats. I started
stroking him only slightly faster. His cock throbbed visibly, with his slow but
mighty heartbeat. As if he was reading my mind he undid his fists and his
fingers reached down to touch the peaks of his biceps. I could tell he was
flexing for all he was worth, a suppressed groan coming from him. I could see
his abs moving up and down as he stopped holding his breath and was starting to
breathe, more deeply by the second. He relaxed a little and then went into a
front lat spread, his lats filling the space between his arms and his torso. I
stroked with all I was worth, feeling through all the numbness my cock being
hard again, looking like a permanent bruise, a purplish red. His cock was slick
from what looked like a torrent of precum, the amount was incredible considering
the number of times he had already cum. He was now moving his crotch in the same
slow rhythm, exactly in the opposite direction of my stroking, fucking my fist
barely reaching enough around his pole to hold it. His cock was rigid enough but
also stayed
smaller, enough to let his foreskin glide unimpeded over the head. I stroked him
up and down, deep strokes going almost a foot in length, slow, holding his cock
to the side, so that he could face the mirror, and I stood sideways. He kept
looking at both our reflections and my eyes kept darting back and forth between
a real super-pumped monster muscleman and another one, in the mirror. He went
into a most muscular, slowly, it made his pecs and shoulders blow up into cords
and cables and veins until the skin turned red, and I felt the inevitability of
cumming, not now, but it looked like my whole body was going to cum and it was
bracing itself. Then, all of a sudden, he changed his mind and shifted, kneeling
on the floor in a novel kneeled side pose, and I moved over, holding his cock
straight in front of him, and up. He kept his eyes on his reflection in the
mirror, and I looked straight at him. Then he started doing it, and I felt I was
going to cum, although I was completely dry, spent with all the previous sex. I
have no idea how I remained standing, but I didn't cum the moment I knew what he
was going to do, because I felt like a huge, hot steel ball was wedged and stuck
between my balls and my asshole. As if the size of his pecs wasn't enough, when
he breathed in fully, it made him attain a shape never before concieved of on
this earth. He knew I wanted to see that once more, but he decided on teasing
me.
He breathed in, expanding his chest a little, and then breathed out, but not
fully, and breathed in and out again, the same way, it made his chest heave and
expand more and more with every cycle. He held his arm under his protruding
pecs, flexed, but soon there was going to be no space for his chest to expand. I
started stroking him faster, and started stroking myself as well, although I was
so numb that the feeling was totally different and strange. His cock arced
straight up from his crotch which he pushed out as far as it would go, while he
leaned backwards as far as possible to still be able to keep the balance. He let
his arms down, and then brought his elbows apart, and his chest kept on
ballooning outwards, sideways and upwards as he continued with that breathing of
his, looking at himself inflate in the mirror. I thought I was going to jump out
of my skin, stroking like a maniac as his chest went higher and higher. And then
he started stroking it, still keeping his elbows up simply to be able to keep it
expanding and keep on stroking. I knew he wanted my juice all over it, and I
kept on jacking myself off faster and faster, and him unevenly but slow. It went
on and on until I thought he reached the maximum capacity of his lungs, his face
flushed, but the steel ball in my gut didn't go away, it only became larger and
harder, and he continued sucking air into him and flexing until his face was
purple and it looked almost blue. He kept looking at the mirror, his pecs so
high now he could probably not have seen the tip of his cock which could not
attain its yard-long length but did it's best at what looked like only inches
smaller, were he trying to look over them, and he still stroked and tried to
inhale more, until there were huge veins over his pecs and his breastbone and
ribs protruded through the huge mass of the muscles, even his abs were distended
slightly. He looked like his chest was a balloon under masses of muscle, ready
to explode any second ripping his chest open down the
crevice between his pecs which he stroked. I looked in the mirror and saw on his
face an almost pleading look like he was begging me to stop exactly that from
happening, and the side view of his body showed he had really inflated himself
up with the air in his lungs until looked like he could burst! I cried 'Oh my
goooooo...' and the ball in my guts shot out of my cock in the form of a single
burst of cum which seemed to me like it lasted half a minute, splashing all over
the inflated size of him, and he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, his
chest trying to expand even further and his body trying to flex at the same
time, and then his cock literally flexed with the amount of cum that I felt
passing through it, but I managed to hold it right below the head, and squeezed
as strongly as I could, bringing my lips as far as possible over the huge head
of his cock, and then I let go. He let his breath out with a roar so loud I
thought it would bring the building down. I felt his cum jet into me with such
force I almost drowned, and I tried to swallow, but in the end I ended coughing
and getting some up my nose, it burnt like hell, it didn't matter, I was in
heaven.

There was a roar in my head, an echo of his own, and then I came to, realizing I
had licked his shaft clean. I let it slip down. He had collapsed backwards, his
mighty cock now sprawled sideways, soft, still huge but shrinking over his
half-bent huge legs, knees in the air and wide, his arms to the side, his hands,
the fists half closed, upwards. His chest heaved up and down hugely. He was so
big that his head, resting on the floor, went so far down he almost ended up
looking backwards. His skin looked almost translucent and shone with sweat. I
got on all fours and managed to get the towel from the bed. It was still damp. I
almost crawled to the huge superman sprawled on the floor and started rubbing
off my juices and his sweat, noticing how it had no odor at all. He kept looking
straight up, not seeing, not moving. I slowly toweled every inch of him I could
get at, finishing with his huge balls and his cock, which for once remained
soft.
"Thanks" he whispered. It sounded like his voice was pretty much gone after that
ground shaking shout. He looked at me, and then let his head back on the floor
again. I stumbled and finally got onto my feet. I swear I could hear my joints
squeaking in the process. I managed to realize there's no way I could use the
same towel on me, I couldn't believe how soaked it was.

I have only a hazy memory of how I got to the bathroom. My first real
recollection was flushing my mouth, my face soaked in the water. I lifted up and
saw death warmed over in the mirror, and then realized it was me. I stayed that
way a while, it took time to gather enough strength even to move a little. The
pain in my crotch filtered through the haze of sex, and pure, blissful
exhaustion. I looked down at my tortured genitals. I was so tired that the pain
didn't even register properly. I still looked almost hard, but I was totally
soft, only still swollen from irritation. The skin of my cockhead looked like a
balloon that was pumped to the point of bursting, but then deflated back, all
crinkly and shriveled. The cockhead looked as large as when hard, or at least
what I remember it looking when hard, and the shaft looked like one big bruise.
My balls hung low and swollen, and hurt a stabbing pain every time I moved. I
managed to move enough to dry myself off, although at the time my standards for
dryness were pretty low. I was winding down and I noticed with a start I was
almost shaking with every move. I started my slow journey back to the 'bedroom'.

When I finally got there, he was sprawled on the bed, holding one arm over his
cock which went over his abs, sleeping with an expression of an angel, and for
some reason it all looked exactly right atop of his colossal body. He was so
beautiful it almost made me cry. His chest rose and fell with his slow breath. I
found the light switch, used it, and lay down beside him, and guided by some
unknown spirit in the dark, kissed him in his chin, not being able to resist
that sudden urge.
I put my head on his chest, huge muscle I used as a pillow. The second I did
that, he moved his arm and wrapped it around me, with a sigh. It was warm and
reassuringly heavy, and I put my arms around it. I listened to the slow,
ponderous rhythm of his heart and let myself slip away...

I opened my eyes.
The daylight shone in through the blinds again, and I could not move. I felt
down and my hands ground into his arm. Sensations seeped in through the morning
drowsiness, and I realized I was lying atop of his body, and it was warm and
heaved with his breath, his arm wrapped around my abdomen, and our legs tangled.
He slept like a baby with my weight on him, not even noticing I was there. I
slowly moved to release his hold, and it wasn't easy. He was so huge, and his
relaxed arm was so big it made my left leg go to sleep with its pressure. I
finally managed to roll down from him, a sizable height - he was enormous. I
ended on the bed with a muffled thud, and it hurt. Yesterdays exertion presented
it's price today.
I looked around to find something which could tell me the time. All seemed quiet
except for the muffled sounds from the railway station nearby, but they were
always there anyway. I managed to stumble onto my feet and looked out. I could
just make out the station building, with it's old facade, and... there, I could
see the clock over the entrance, it read... something around seven?
With a start I realized in about an hour someone would be coming to the gym, and
the door was locked and half of the floor is covered with cum.

The next I knew, I was in the bathroom, it looked like I managed to sort myself
out in about two minutes, although I just had to stop to look at the toilette
bowl, which was, not surprisingly, built into a block of concrete and thus
reinforced. Even supermen needed to take care of the physiological needs, I
thought, a smirk on my face. Well, at least it reassured me the last two nights
were real.

I went down to the gym, naked and shivering, and tried to find my clothes that
got stripped off yesterday. It wasn't yet very easy to move, I could almost feel
my joints squeaking, and wondered what the colossus upstairs feels like after a
workout the likes of yesterday night, followed by... well, certainly by the
wildest sex I ever had. First I found some rag and realized those were the
remains of his sweat-pants. It took a while to recognize them as they were made
in a way no-one else would have needed them to be, with long zippers at the
sides. This was no wonder, the waist would have had to go to less than the size
of one thigh. This guy even challenged the art of tailoring with his size. I
found my T-shirt soon after, and then my shorts.
There was a long stain on them that could have only been my dried pre-cum and
possibly more, but they would have to do for now. The smell of cum was still in
the air. I switched on all the lights and went to the locker room. I knew where
old Matilda kept her brooms, mops and stuff, as I had more than one occasion to
use them. I found them and set to work.

About an hour later, I switched off the lights again as there was daylight
enough outside, I could see it through the closed blinds. The worst was
scrubbing the dried cum out of the floor-mat. God, the monster upstairs really
cum quarts, I thought, and I must have had a grin of a Cheshire cat on my face.
The heavy work was disassembling those impossible bar-dumbbells of his. He had
some sort of screw-on plate retainers which he screwed on so tightly I had to
use a wrench to get them loose, good thing there was one in the office, kept
there for cases of rampant plumbing that seemed to have been more common before
I moved in. Finally, I remembered the magic key was still in the outer door,
together with the key to Victor's locker and I used it, straining my back to
tidy up his things as best I could, locking the locker shut. I went into the
gym, looked through the blinds on the door, saw no-one around and opened the
blinds on the windows, and unlocked the door. 'I must remember to ask him about
this lock' I thought as I unlocked the special upper lock. Just then I
remembered I had my old workpants stashed in my locker and went to change my
current apparel - even my work-pants were clean compared to what I was wearing
now. Just as I was closing my locker I heard a car stop at the parking in front.
It must have been the manager. No-one ever came around this time of day, I was
sure, but there was this plaque on the door saying 'we open at 9' and he was a
very punctual person. I hurried it up and closed the back door behind me.
Besides, I was really hungry and I thought it was high time I found the fridge,
I knew I wouldn't be the only one interested in it.

I found him sprawled on the bed, still that serene look on his face. I opened
the blinds slightly, only to be able to see better, my eyes still accustomed to
the glare in the kitchen area. His right forearm was under his head, he used it
as a very adequate pillow. God, he was enormous, and I just couldn't get over
it. His cock was sprawled straight down between his slightly spread thighs,
shriveled, and his waist was up in the air, a bridge between his immense torso
and his hips, which were lifted by his ultra-muscular glutes and his incredible
thighs. He slept naked, no bed sheet. His chest went up and down slowly, very
slightly compared to what he did yesterday. I almost got hard just thinking of
it now. He stirred suddenly, and sighed, stretching, and then groping around
with his arm, not opening his eyes, a childish worried look on his face. One
just couldn't connect it with his appearance, but it was so sweet I could have
kissed him right then. He opened his eyes and mumbled: "There you are...". I
almost choked trying to suppress a laugh, but he stretched again, this time
earnestly, which with him meant one couldn't look away. "Mmmm...." he mumbled,
rolling to the side, and then back.
"What's that delicious smell?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing - just me, the omelet-101 man at work' I said, remembering that
name a friend of mine gave me, reminding me of my limited culinary skills. Well,
at least I was good at the little that I had!
He stretched again with a sigh. He stood up deftly, definitely a morning person.
It usually took me much longer to just open my eyes... He rubbed his chin which
rasped with stubble and I remembered my own. I followed him to the bathroom.
Now, have you ever seen a naked giant take a piss? He just spread his thighs and
stepped around the toilette. His cock was so long he just sort-of slipped it
over the edge and I could hear the sound of passing water, followed by a sigh.
You just couldn't not notice that for the novelty! And the shaking off, or
should I say squeezing off? I admit I was getting used to him, but if I saw this
two days ago I'd probably pass out on the spot. We took turns washing, it was so
strange having someone else in the bathroom and one so huge I just didn't know
how to move. I was just putting the towel back, when all of a sudden he said
"last one's a rotten egg" and ran out with such speed I could hear the 'whoosh'.
When I managed to come to enough to get to the kitchen, the biggest omelet I
ever made in my life was already on the table, and he was at it full-speed.
"Oh yes" he said between munches "this is really good". I come from a big family
so I know what it means to be slow at eating, so I took a fork and joined him.
Man did it feel good! It must have also been a calorie bomb, I just kept putting
everything in I could find, ransacking the huge and well stocked fridge, it just
felt right at the time and it turned out it was.
There must have been four pounds in the thing, but it was disappearing fast,
mostly by his doing. I was soon satisfied, but he kept on until the last atom
was gone.
"Ahhhh... that was sooo good" he said, and went over to the fridge, took out a
huge container of milk, and upended it whole in what looked like two gulps. I
could just watch as it went down, and then he casually popped out the absolutely
largest protein container I ever saw and mixed himself a shake with yet another
container of milk, and upended that as well. I was left speechless. He turned to
me, and asked "Do you want me to get you something?" It took me a while to
answer "No, I'm fine...". I could have gone for days on what he devastated in a
few minutes. I looked at his body. Were his abs slightly distended? That
wouldn't be strange considering the amount of food he eat in what looked like
minutes. It was hard to get over looking at him simply because one's not
accustomed to seeing people having breakfast naked. Luckily, the lingering pain
in my crotch kept the thoughts away from the sexual. He 'whooshed' back to the
bedroom part and came back in a few minutes wearing another one of those
sweatpants of his. He sat down across me, and propped his chin with his hands,
elbows on the
table. It made the table sag quite visibly. He looked at me with a glow of
satisfaction, which made even me feel warm.
"You were fantastic" he said, again surprising me, man this guy could really get
to you.
"Wha... No... Me?!" was all I could say.
"That was the best time I ever had, oh boy..." he said. He stood up and almost
whooping, swished me off the chair in a bear-hug squeezing until I could hear my
bones groan. We winded up on the huge sofa, me straddling him over the hips. I
got into the mood soon and remembered yesterday, laying myself onto him,
cuddling into his chest, so big it was like a world under my hands. "I was good?
Me? God, you sound like you've looked at yourself in the mirror first time
yesterday" I said, my chin in the crevice between his pecs, and my hands
stroking his arm. His head was propped up by his other arm, and he looked into
me, again that warm glint in his eyes. I basked in the moment. He sighed, and
let his head down, and moved his hand onto my back. I could feel his heart as I
teased him, rubbing the stubble of my chin into his pec. He stroked me slowly
which made it swell and ebb with the rhythm of his stroking. I thought how funny
this all looked to me, like two lovebirds, a stereotype I always made fun of,
but I couldn't care less, it was a feeling of such content and I just immersed
myself into it, and so it seems did he as well. "If you only knew what you do to
me..." I said, and he chuckled, making my head bounce slightly. His breathing
was slow and rhythmical, and he stopped his stroking, his hand nestled on my
lower back, just over my ass. "You are just..." I started, but realized I didn't
have words. I shifted a bit and played with the soft, short hair on his pecs.
The last two days have been a
puzzle, I simply couldn't get over that. He was like a god and compared to him I
was so insignificant, and yet for some reason he seemed to like me. He was all
my dreams in person, and he was so huge and so strong and he was superman in
every respect, but he seemed so gentle to me and I couldn't for the life of me
figure out why. I felt the guilt in even pondering this, straining to savor the
moment as long as it lasted, not thinking about when it would end. But I knew I
was a hopeless realist and it saddened me to think about it now. I was just an
average guy, and he could have chosen anyone, or any number of people, he was...
perfect, so perfect, so perfect for me. I never was religious but I thanked the
man upstairs in my thoughts, so he would allow this to last, and I would be
thankful for every second that I could have with him. It seemed so unfair I was
even thinking this. But, after all, I was certain I would not be here if he
didn't want it. I pondered about the last two nights...
"Why did you wait for me Saturday evening?" I finally heard myself vocalize a
nagging thought. My own voice startled me, and I looked up. He didn't move. I
waited for a reaction, but it didn't come. His chest just kept on rising and
falling, slowly. I propped myself up, carefully. He was asleep, his face so
content. I almost laughed at the thought that came - great, now I know how
interesting I really am - but I somehow knew it was a cruel thought, and I let
my head down onto him, continuing my pondering, looking through the window. Then
I noticed there was a clock display on that fancy music system of his, and it
showed 10:20. 10:20!!! OH SHIT!

I quickly broke contact, moving off of him. Shit, shit and double shit! I was
supposed to be at old Kelloway's place fixing the damned press controller, I had
already done half of the job and took the money, he'll be really mad. I had ten
minutes to get there, and I still had to go home to get into some proper clothes
and take my tools and... oh shit. No phone. I moved as fast as I could. It was
so difficult to leave, but I made it a point to do my jobs and it was the way I
was, and... I looked at his face. You don't even know what you are, I thought,
looking at him. No matter how he looked, you could not believe he could do
anything wrong and I was so sad I was going to leave without a word, but I
couldn't wake him up, funny, but that seemed even more wrong. I found a pen on
his desk and scribbled a message, where I am, my address, my phone, and that I'd
be back in the evening. If he would have me, I thought, a ball of uncertainty
making itself known in my stomach.

It was a good thing I lived so near, as I had to run in a T-shirt and old
trousers, not at all something to wear with this weather, but I was at my wits
enough not to go out in my cum-drenched clothes from Saturday night. I just
bundled them up and left through the back door, which latched themselves shut
with such finality. I forced myself not to think about that and ran pretending
not to see the strange looks the passers by gave me.

I got home later that night after a day's work which was actually spent more on
concentrating not to have a hardon every time I'd think of the last two days
instead on the work itself. I was actually lucky I didn't get electrocuted about
half way through, and the realization of how lucky I was not to, got me through
the remaining hours. I got home, showered with incredible speed, trying not to
remember another recent shower, and got some proper clothes. I took more in a
bag I used a lot to carry things around, including tools, so it wouldn't be
conspicuous. Just then the phone rang. The machine answered before I could get
to it.
"Hi, Greddy here" It was the gym manager. "The boss left an envelope for you, he
said there's a problem he needs fixed. Listen, I'm having Lenny sit in for me, I
have to go over to my brothers, so I'll leave it at the desk, you have the key
in case no-one's here anyway. See you!". I realized I stopped with my hand half
way to the receiver. I almost jumped to the ceiling with glee, and then rewound
the tape to listen to it again. In no time I was in my car and on the way to the
'G'.

When I got there, no-one paid any attention to me as I got into the office. The
big change was I paid no attention to anyone else. The 'big' guys were in, it
was a bit past eight, but I couldn't care less. Big - that simple three-letter
word had an altogether different meaning now. I found the envelope and almost
ripped it open. I ended up with a smaller part in my left and a larger part in
my right, while, slowly, a check floated down to the floor, spinning. My hart
stopped. I couldn't believe it. A check! I had to sit down. The clang of the
chair must have been loud as a few people looked towards me through the glass.
Of all the... how could I be so wrong? I crumpled the envelope parts with both
my hands, I felt I was going to cry like a baby, but then, I felt something hard
in my right hand. I opened it up, and unraveled the paper, and found a key. Not
a key - the key. The key! I picked up the cheque so fast I almost fell over and
the chair clanged again. On the check, written in neat print, deliberately
missing the form fields, was: "The pool, 22:00 sharp, wear casual".
I jumped and stopped a 'yes' in the middle, realizing where I was. I was out of
there with a speed of a rocket, almost passing through that same glass window I
fixed not a week ago. I went to the car, drove home like I was right out of
Indianapolis and with no job but to get to Summer Street 58b, got there, stuffed
the biggest towel I could find in the bag, donned a pair of bathing slips, and
then I cranked up the music so loud the windows almost flew out. Doing my own
version of Pavarotti, which probably scared the shit out of the pet population
of the neighborhood, I passed the time until half past nine. It took about 15
minutes to get to the other side of town, but I didn't want to be late. I shut
everything down, took the bag and switched the phone back on from the
'do-not-disturb' setting I put in it myself, and that's when I saw the letter.
My heart sank like a stone, as I looked up at the ceiling, saying 'So that's how
I pay, you bastard', and I meant it. But I soon started blaming myself, for not
remembering what the next 5 weeks were all about. Stupid idiot! And I took the
money from Kelloway precisely because I knew I wasn't going to be here! I looked
at the letter, which has been standing there for two months, the words in it
playing in my head like from tape. 'Dear Sir, we are glad to inform you that we
have found a buyer for your assets, and we would like you to attend...'. There
was just no way I could have done this long distance, and even worse, it was
near to my family and I hadn't been there for four years, and then there was the
birthday thing, and the job I got to do at NIS Inc, and I was so proud I managed
to put it all into those 35 days, practical me, oh yes so clever me, oh stupid
and idiotic me. I leaned down banging my head on the wall softly and stayed
there for minutes, fists on the
wall. And I even had everything arranged for the flat here... there was no way I
could get away with not going. I could shorten that maybe... I noticed the time
and decided that today I wanted to forget about tomorrow, and went to the car.
Needless to say, I couldn't stop thinking about it, cursing fate that just three
days before a trip I can't avoid, she deals me the deal of a lifetime.


The G
Part 5

I ran to the door of the swimming pool building. There was a truck on the
deserted parking lot and I was sure it was his. I didn't exactly know what he
had planned, but I did have some ideas.
The door was locked by a padlock and chain of all things, so I couldn't open it
more than a crack wide, and I was starting to get puzzled but then I remembered
the key. Sure enough, it fitted perfectly. I managed to open the door and get
in, and then close it and lock it after me, using the same chain and padlock
from the inside. I was at the pool only once but I remembered the way, and
besides, there was clearly a trail of bread crumbs in the form of lighted
corridors. I soon ended up pool-side, and he was already sprawled on top of a
towel. He lifted his head up and said "I thought I wrote: wear casual". I just
had to laugh and he sniggered, rising to his feet.
Surprisingly, he was wearing some sort of spandex-like shorts which clung to him
like a second skin, which made his cock very visible, squeezed down his left
pantleg, and barely at that. It had to be bent into an S-shape to fit. The
shorts themselves looked like they were heat-shrunk onto him, heaven knows how
he managed to put them on at all. I soon corrected my condition by stripping
down to my slips and getting my towel from my bag. I spread it on the floor
beside his, and as soon as I did he laughed out, scooped me off the floor and
flung me into the pool with such force I must have flied to the middle of it
before crashing into the water. I swam up to the surface of the cool water only
to see him jump into the pool, again displaying those graceful movements so
difficult to connect to his size. A perfect lunge, the water almost swallowed
him with a sound which had more to do with a slurp than a splash. I could see
him glide under the water, before the strange optics of the rippling surface
made it impossible. I swam slowly to the other end, expecting him to surface any
moment. I reached the side, gripped the edge and waited.
And waited, and waited. I knew he was goofing around but it was becoming
increasingly strange, so I popped my head under and looked, but I could not see
him, the chlorine stinging my eyes. It was a long time since I last had a swim
and it took some adjusting to see anything beyond a few yards. I swam slowly,
looking around. All of a sudden, I saw a figure moving through the water with
such speed, and then he surfaced, jumping off the bottom, which caused a small
tsunami, moving me away from him just enough that he didn't crash into me. He
surfaced, exhaling, the water streaming off his face and his shoulders.
"Showoff" I said, and he smiled. There is something about muscle and water, they
simply go together, and it multiplied the sheer pleasure of looking at him, how
his shoulders and traps broke the surface like an island made of muscle.
"You have gills stashed under those arms of yours?", I asked, while he swam slow
strokes, backwards, getting further towards the middle of the pool, still
looking at me. His exhaling and the subsequent rasping chuckle of his was clear
and loud in the acoustics of the empty building.
"Man you must have been under for minutes" I said. After all, that wasn't
strange, the guy had such lung capacity he would probably have found living on
the top of the Himalayas a minor nuisance. I swam towards him, but just as I
could reach him, he lunged away, laughing. The water streamed over the muscle
bulges of his back, like they were cascades.
"We got this all for ourselves tonight?" I asked, looking around and then at
him.
"Some people owed me a favor" he answered, nodding. I looked at him, moving
slowly towards him again, but he dived again, teasing me. No you're not, I
thought, and dived to see where he went, and swam towards him, trying to get to
him. Well, I would probably be a pretty rotten swim-team member, but you could
still call me a good swimmer, and I tried my best. He would tease me, waving
under water, and then surface, just continuing to swim if I was near enough. We
must have been playing catch like little children for half an hour, because he
would allow me to touch him first, and I even managed to get him by the traps,
but he was slippery and damn, he was so big I just couldn't grab him well
enough. I managed to do that once again, deciding to change the strategy and
dunk him under, but he simply added a little force to his strokes and he
supported himself and me, although I was pushing downwards, so that I
practically ended up propped out of the water to my hips. He didn't budge at
all. All of a sudden, he dived in, so I had to do some quick maneuvering, and a
few seconds after that, while I was catching my breath, his shorts floated up to
the surface. I almost breathed some water, laughing. All of a sudden he surfaced
at the far end of the pool. "Hey, can you spell 'motivation'" he asked, and
broke out laughing as well, but I was already on my way. It was really strenuous
after last night, but that was no excuse. And he didn't even breathe harder, the
freak! Just as I got there, he went towards me, a tactic I didn't expect, and
then, just as I was upon him, turned, but I managed to grab him by his ankle,
something which was still small enough for me to grab with one hand, but he
lunged, and dunked me under, laughing, and got away. I could see his huge body
writhe around, under the water, his legs slowly pumping. It was maddening to
look at the size of them, even his swimming moves were different. His cock
trailed after him, as he swam away slowly breast stroke, like a long tail of
sorts, and I got an idea. I surfaced, panting, and stayed put until he started
teasing, coming nearer when he saw I wasn't going to move. He breathed slowly,
making bubbles in the water by submerging himself just keeping his eyes out, and
I could see in them he was smiling. I slipped out of my swimsuit under water,
and flung it at him, which he easily avoided, chuckling, and splashed his arm
into the water, splashing me with enough water that I had to hold my breath.
Then, I started slowly advancing, but of course, he saw what I was up to
instantly, but continued to tease, as I knew he would, swimming backwards,
slowly. Then, just as I was almost in reach, I lunged forwards as best I could,
and grabbed, my hand slipping over him, down his abs, and then I had him, his
hose slipping through my hand as I squeezed down, finally stopped by the huge
head. As it went it stretched to the same outlandish dimension when hard, and
thinned out. Needless to say it stopped him in his tracks and I practically
crashed into him.
He had a look of utter surprise on his face, but I let go and swam back,
realizing that might have been painful.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to..." I started saying, but he cut me off.
"You do that again and I'll crumple you like a piece of paper" he said, but his
eyes were telling me a totally different story.
"You couldn't hurt a fly even if you wanted to" I said, still in the water. "Oh
yes?" he said, and lunged himself into me with such force he practically plowed
me over, catching me around the chest under water. I knew it was play so I
didn't kick, but I felt his arms move, one around my shoulders and one around my
ass, pressing me into him, and then we surfaced. I knew that if he wanted to he
could really crumple me, and probably anything else anyone cared to name. He
squeezed with such force I thought I could hear my spine crackle, but he knew
the limits and besides, my face ended in those pecs of his, and I felt his
crotch press into my belly, his cock between us, folded. We were both as
shriveled as could be in the cool water and at that point it was a good thing we
were. He lifted me outwards, going into a back-stroke, supporting both of us
only by outward strokes of his thighs which he held apart. In a second we were
at the edge of the pool. It was shallower there and we could both stand on the
bottom. I noticed, wondering that I didn't before, that he was quite a bit
taller than I thought, now that I managed to stand in front of him under...
cooler circumstances. But that was no surprise, his proportions were so
incredible they defied any guess at them. I stroked his pecs, and he held his
arms under mine, grabbing me by my, especially for his standards, rudimentary
lats. I went down a little, just brushing his nipples, and feeling the topmost
ridge of his abs, before I found his intercostals, moving up, and then his lats.
I slowly stroked them, as far up as I could, getting stuck between them and his
triceps, not being able to reach his armpits at all.
"You are so huge and so strong...God this sounds so stupid" I broke in a laugh,
and so did he.
"It's like out of a fifty cent love story" I said, repeating myself, in a high
piping voice, which made us both laugh out loud before I could get to the fourth
word. "Not that it isn't true" I said, looking him straight in those eyes of
his, and his face. "And you're beautiful" I said. I held his lats, then moved my
hands around his shoulders, as well as I could, and I wrapped my legs around his
hips, and hugged as strong as I could, and he hugged me back, kissed me, and
then we were both licking each other's face and ended sharing tongues. It lasted
long, but so short compared to the lifetime I wanted it to last.
"That was some trick you pulled" he said softly, stroking my back, gently.
"I hope it didn't hurt, I didn't think..." I said, but he only smiled.
"It was pretty rough fondling" he said, and I could see the laughter in his eyes
well before he continued "I wouldn't like to stretch it even longer with out you
to take care of it afterwards" he said, and sniggered his devilish laugh. With a
painful pang I was reminded of tomorrow, and it was difficult to laugh with him.
He must have seen it, as he stopped laughing. There was that strange shift in
his eyes, and his face changed into a frown.
"What's wrong?' he asked, as he stopped stroking my back.
I weighted the answer for what looked like a small eternity. "Oh, nothing." I
said, finally, but even I could hear the ring of a lie in my voice.
He looked at me, and then said "Why do you lie?". His eyes bored into me. I
averted mine, and the contact was broken. He let go, scooped his shorts which
somehow floated to the edge, and mine which were already there, and threw them
out near the towels. Then he lifted himself out of the water, with one smooth
move, which made a play of incredible shapes under his skin. He ended up out of
the
pool, sitting on the edge, his feet in the water, and I couldn't help notice,
his cockhead hanging over the ledge. He reached down and simply plucked me out
of the water, lifting me by my armpits. There was no effort in it at all. He
carried me right to my towel, and let me down. It was so strange, I didn't even
move. I almost expected him to sit me on his enormous thigh and ask me to talk
to daddy, but I knew it wasn't like that and the thought made me ashamed of
myself. He sat on his towel, cross-legged, facing me. Up to now it was
impossible to imagine how someone so huge could do that. His cock rested like a
dormant serpent, in the little remaining space between his incredible calves and
his crotch.
"You are too old to behave like a baby and you know it, so I'm just going to sit
here and let you do the talking" he said.
I sighed. Three days ago, it would have been so easy to talk to anyone without
any emotion at all about anything, but those three days were very special. I
didn't really know anything about the man in front of me. The man, the ultra-man
- but he was so big, so powerful, and I just knew he was so...good. There wasn't
a bad hair on his head. After all, he was something so special, that all the
insecurity all of us mere humans had, and all of the arrogance, and all of the
hidden pain and the learned responses and complexes and frustrations were just
not there. If you gave him a first glance, he was sex personified, and he knew
it, he could have seen it in my eyes hundreds of times in the last three days,
and before that as well, I was sure he did. And yet, looking at him now, he was
so much more then that. I have never met anyone like this, and I probably never
will again, and... when I go away? What I have been planning for a year as a
holiday now lost all it's appeal, and became a major nuisance. For the life of
me, I couldn't figure why I was here - when it could have been anyone else. If
he wasn't so secretive, there would have been pilgrimages to this very spot.
"Why did you pick me?" I asked. I was surprised at the loss of control in my
voice. I felt like crying, but... men don't cry, do they? The huge building
around us shrunk to a small space containing just him and me.
"Because you made me see it's not easy being the man in the ivory tower" he
said.
"Now what kind of a stupid answer is that", I exploded, frustrated, "Next thing
you are going to say you were all truthful and sincere just two days ago,
Saturday night?". I realized I was getting furious only because of my own
frustration, but it didn't stop me. "You could have had anyone, anyone! And you
pulled that macho super-stud stunt on me, letting me think I was actually doing
something for you, you could have got that thing of yours' and I pointed at his
crotch, my finger shaking, 'up any time you fucking wanted to, and don't even
try denying it. You don't need me, why would you need me?', I was almost crying
now, 'Why are you so good to me, why am I here today when you could just dump me
any day and...' My hands just fell to the ground, I had the feeling my soul was
all black and dying. He started rising his hand to touch me, but I just lifted
mine in a gesture to stop him. I felt a tear stream down my face and I wiped it
down with the same hand. I calmed down in seconds, not being able to look him in
the eye. God, I never lost it this way.
"If you only knew how easy it would have been if the act stayed an act" he said,
there was a subtle change in that godlike voice of his, it made me look at him.
His face and eyes were a mask of sorrow such as I have never seen, it was
impossible to connect with his figure, so much so that I laughed, but it was a
painful laugh. It made his face change, understanding all over it.
"You know, when I started growing" he said, "for a long time I thought it was a
fit revenge for all those that kept teasing me as a kid. In no time at all I was
so much bigger, stronger and I thought better than any of them, and it made me
just go on and on. It's a feeling of domination, and it made me only want more
and more. When I remember those days I'm not surprised people could not deal
with me, I was really wild".
"It was like the ugly duckling getting to be a swan, and then even more - soon
even the swans looked like ugly ducklings compared to me. It didn't matter, I
tried being ever more and more - bigger, stronger, faster, cleverer, better - or
so I thought. Every time I'd look in the mirror I'd see someone who can be even
bigger, and it made me... I jacked off so many times on that. In a way it's
still like that today, but you know that. There used to be an insecurity phase
as well - how would I know I was the best? When I was younger, I would go out
nights, traveling far, and be a flasher for the night. The faces people would
make in the alleys, they turned me on so much, I'd go on it for days, and it
made me want still more and more of myself. Then, as I got more, I realized
people would either run away, or at best do themselves and me, moaning 'You're
the biggest' with such detachment, knowing it would be better to forget the
whole thing and go on, thinking they were lucky I ever gave them an opportunity.
It was like I wasn't real, because I was so unbelievable to them that I couldn't
be. After that, it became pure curiosity - how far can I go, and that was also
satisfying. I thought hell with them all, and went on". He sighed. "Then I saw
you. Man you had a way of looking without looking! I could see the sizing up and
the realization in your eyes, and then the shear lust, you knew exactly what you
laid your eyes on, and after a long time I decided to play the game again - I
thought you were the same as... And then, you thought I had a problem, and you
wanted to solve it. First I thought it was so funny, and I wanted you to get the
surprise of your life. But after all that, I realized you did it for me, as well
as for yourself, and it turned me on so much, so you see, there was some truth
in what I said". He paused a little. "Then, I realized that if your trick would
have failed, you would have blamed only yourself. I was so shocked that someone
would care for me, when everyone I knew thought I needed no care because I
already had everything... the next morning I would have done anything... I
didn't know how to get out of pretending, and Sunday morning you finally managed
to corner me, but your own curiosity let me off the hook".
"Then came the workout, and I got so high on that I felt like I was 18 again,
and then after that up at my place, boy that was something... for the first
time, I felt someone sleep in my bed with me, someone who wanted all of me, for
what I am, who was warm and tender and... and... mine."
"You asked me what that thing is I do with my eyes" he said, "but I really don't
do anything much, no more than you do it. I guess it's the look of joy in me
when I see you are enjoying me, and understand how I enjoy myself, and it makes
me feel... it makes me feel I was made for someone, and I just want to give you
more, it's fantastic and when I see that 'I know you, you're mine, I want all of
you, I want more of you' look in your eyes, I..." he left the words hanging
there for a while.
"It's like sometimes you know me better than I know myself, and it's only been
what - two days? I don't know if this made any sense to you, but I thought about
it ever since you first asked", he said after a short pause. "For some reason we
seem to be a pair".
I was quite baffled, to say the least! This was really weird!
He held me to him again, and I had no intention to stop him this time. He gave
me one of his incredible hugs, his huge muscle almost enveloping me whole.
"So, when are you leaving" he said, still holding me. He had shifted together
with me and we were laying side by side, my hand on his abs. I explored them
almost unconsciously, feeling the now dry skin, stretched over those incredible
protruding cobblestones of muscle, tracing the almost invisible hair down the
mid crevice that run to his crotch hair.
"Tomorrow afternoon" I said, the sadness clearly evident in my voice. My hand
still went up and down over his abs.
"No doubt to some old fat guy with a gut like this" he said, and made his abs
almost plop out of his skin, in a sort of weird reverse-flex which made a huge
gut-like shape, large like a basketball, which looked it would rip his skin and
drop out of his belly.
"Jesus, don't do that!' I almost shouted, my hand still on it, but this was not
a belly of a fat man, it was steel-hard muscle. "And why not?" he asked, now
even exhaling as much as he could, which made the muscle seem to bulge even
more. I looked at him, and he made a face, plumping his cheeks with air and
trusting his lower lip outwards, in an imitation of a fat man, but it was so
funny on him I almost choked trying to laugh, which in turn made him laugh, and
that made his abs snap back into their cobblestone shape, rippling with his
laughter, catching my fingers between them, they were so big. I jerked my hand
away, saying "Aw!" and that made us laugh even more. All of a sudden, he took my
towel, together with my bag, and scooped me up as well, and then his stuff. I
had no choice than to just hang onto his incredible frame protesting, as he
practically ran out to the lockers, carrying me. He let me down, took his bag
which was stashed on a bench there and started putting clothes on, which was
really something to watch.
I continued putting on mine, but I never so much as wavered my gaze which stayed
firmly glued to him. First, he fished out another pair of those spandex-like
shorts. Now, I had time to notice they were completely open along one leg by a
long zipper. He squeezed his right thigh into the normal leg, and then lifted up
his cock in such a way I almost laughed out, but I realized it was a normal
gesture for him, as normal as adjusting your nuts into briefs. He ended up
zipping up the zipper, his behemoth cock stuffed along his left thigh in that S
shape again, so the head would not protrude below his kneecap. Then came the
shirt, which was more or less normal. I guess a T-shirt would also have to be
modified to suit him, simply because he couldn't get his shoulders in it, and
still have it taper properly to his waist. This was probably the reason why he
wore a regular shirt, well, of sorts - considering his size and shape it really
was highly irregular. Then came the jeans. This was a sight as well. Again,
there was a long zipper running from about 5 inches from the right pantleg cuff
up, along the inner side of the thigh, and then up over his crotch. Once he put
those on, they still appeared baggy on his thighs, but almost lost the battle of
bagginess on his calves. When he zipped them up, they looked pretty normal,
considering. The telltale was the belt he had to use, because even with that
strange cut his waist was still so small compared to the rest of him. Now that I
knew about it, I could trace the outline of his cock, but the cut was pretty
subtle, and even if you had the thought, without previous knowledge, you'd
disregard it as simply impossible. I wondered who the tailor was and felt a pang
of jealousy, which caught me well off-guard. He finished off with a jacket and
it, at least, seemed normal, but of course, it could have doubled as a sleeping
bag for me. For him it was tight in a strange, non-revealing way, which made him
look even more sexy in clothes since I knew what they were hiding, especially as
he was now looking at me, his face beaming. I barely resisted jumping onto
him and just licking him all over.

In what seemed like seconds, we were in his truck, decided we'd pick up my car
later, and on the way to his flat. The truck seemed cut out for him, but
although I could fit well, someone of a bigger stature could not fit with him at
the driver seat.
That night, we didn't make love, but we cuddled and hugged and got to know each
other in a totally different way - as friends. We talked, listened to music, or
just were with each other. I wouldn't have had it any other way, and I know he
wouldn't have as well. I will never forget that sleep-over, our naked bodies
together in that bed, using nothing but each other for covers (although I was
well aware I got a better bargain), warm, and so calming to be together for that
short time that remained. No sex, but so sexual, so tender and understanding,
and...loving?

The next day, he drove me to the big city, all the way to the airport. He
certainly did get glances (to say the least), and when we finally parted, it was
so strange, only a few words from him: "I..." and after a long pause "...you
know where to find me". For what turned out to be over seven weeks, I thought so
often about that single letter 'I', and regretted that I was the one not
offering any words at all. There was so much to do, so many people to see and so
many places to visit, it made me almost forget, but then, at night, it was so
difficult to sleep at first, as the thoughts would be there, but then I had
dreams of him, and sometimes they were good, sometimes troubled, and sometimes,
they were...very sexual, to say the least. And, there were more hand-jobs I gave
myself thinking of him, than I would have believed possible a month ago.

By the middle of my 'holiday' I felt I was over the hill, anticipating the day I
would return, but still there was a pain there that sneaked up on me every time
I'd be insecure of what I would find once I came back. I even called the 'G'
once and got the manager, and then hung up after a few words that were
essentially meaningless. I kept telling myself I could handle anything, but deep
down I didn't really know what I would do if... but, I'm straying again.
Finally, that day came, and I found myself at the airport, and in a phone-booth.
I dialed up the number of the 'G'.
After a few rings, I heard a 'hello?'. It was Greddy, the gym manager - thank
heaven he was still there, the 'G' would close in a few minutes.
"Oh hi, good thing you finally got here. The boss called earlier." My hopes went
about 11 miles up!
"What, Vi... the boss was there?" I asked, cursing inwardly at the slip of the
tongue.
"Nope. But you know how he is. In fact, no-one's seen him...well, pretty much
since when you left or thereabouts. He called on the phone, damned if I remember
when he did that the last time. He left a note for you...By the way, someone
called Kelloway called earlier this week, he seems pretty anxious to get hold of
you" Well, I knew what that meant, but it must have been the least important
thing in the world right now. I heard him rummaging amongst the heap of
magazines he always has lying on the desk.
"Now where did I put the bloody thing... he said to himself, I could hear him
rustle through his notebook. It held a list of the gym members and he'd usually
have a check or note for me under my name. He leafed through it so damned
slowly!!! Eventually he said: "Here, a note for you, he said you'd call...
There's a note saying to tell you just 'The usual time', strange, but that's
what he said." he said. The usual time? Yes, of course, 9:40, I remembered the
first time in the gym!!!
"OK, I'm kind of in a hurry here..." I started, getting really anxious to get
there. It took little less than an hour and a half and it was getting near 8 PM
already. "Whoa, what's the rush... I wanted to ask you - can you wield an arc
welder, by chance? Someone managed to break a machine here and the big lat is
bent as well, think you could look at it?" he asked. Now Victor, what in heavens
name have you been up to? "Sorry, I have to go, see you later...". He must have
heard the urgency in my voice because he trailed off a "When you have the
time...".

The drive was a blur. I just know I found myself stepping out of the cab in
front of my building. It was almost half past nine. As I struggled with my bags,
I noticed my car was parked there, one promise kept. I found the keys and a
letter in the letter box. The letter had no return address. I tore it open in
anticipation, and there was a note in it, and a key. "My place. 21:40 sharp,
wear nothing. And I mean it!" was written on it, and I thought my heart would
leap out through my throat! I had no time to waste! I stuffed some clothes in my
bag, although I knew full well I wont be needing them any time soon, and
practically ran to the 'G', a hardon begging to get itself noticed through my
jeans. When I finally got there, I went around to the back door, taking extra
care that no-one sees me. Of course, the key opened the lock, and as soon as I
got in and locked the door behind me, I stripped down, shivering in the cold
corridor, and packed my clothes in the bag. I used the key to open the door to
the stairway, and ran up, my cock bobbing. I thought it was too blatant, but
when I came up the stairs, opened the door to Victors flat and got in, nothing
in this world could have prepared me for the sight that was waiting there for
me.

"Oh my..." I just let my breath escape and it came out that way.
He was right out of the tub, and rubbing himself down, and he was just...
unbelievable. We were both taken unawares, and there were two muffled noises as
my bag and his towel fell down.
"Hi..." he just said and looked at me, and there was that look in his eyes again
in that set ecstatic shivers up my spine.
"What..." I realized my throat was dry, and my head was spinning. "What in
heavens name have you been doing" I asked, staring at him, but trying to
remember if there was somewhere I could sit, before I fall down.
Now he is... no - he used to be monstrously huge, and now... now I have no
words! I knew it was his heavy day today, assuming he hadn't changed his
schedule, so I expected he'd be fresh out of the gym and pumped. And he was
pumped up to the max, but that was only on top of the fact that he was also so
much bigger, to me he looked like he doubled in size - I wasn't even going to
guess what he would weigh. Jesus Christ! He even looked taller - but I reminded
myself it might have been an illusion because his shoulders, and his traps were
bigger! I must have been mumbling something trying to find words now that the
total scene managed to sink in. First of all, he was really a lot bigger, so
much so that I could see a loss of range of movement, and even at his previous
impossible size he was very flexible. But, the most outstanding change was in
the shapes of his muscle, it was mind-boggling. To top all that, his cock looked
as it was already half-hard, but as he moved it shuddered and I realized it was
only an inkling of a hard-on, and yet his cockhead was dangling down below
the...edges on his calves - there was no better description, his calves were so
large that their shapes actually acquired edges, stretching the skin. And so
were his shoulders, and his arms and his pecs... I was beginning to feel dizzy
again, and I guess I just let myself fall on him. The next I knew my hands were
all over him.
"Aaahhhh...." he sighed, almost pressing into me, which didn't work well because
his muscles were so hard that I could hardly feel I made a dent in them, even
when pressing hard - and he wasn't flexing at all. My hands shot over him, and I
tried to step back, to be able to see more of him at once, but I didn't do very
good simply because I wasn't willing to trade sight for touch, and boy did I
touch. "What have you done..." finally came out of me, but he was also stroking,
me and himself, alternately. "Mmm...later" he said. He scooped me up again, like
I weighted nothing and hugged me into his pecs, and I started licking him
wherever I could, feeling that he was carrying me, his footsteps making me rub
into him as they produced low thuds in the floor.
He went on to the bed and the lights went on, and as he started lowering me, I
feel something hot under my ass, and I look in the mirror.
His cock was getting hard, and it wasn't merely trying to rise as before, it was
rising, as unbelievable as it may have been. It was already as big as I ever saw
it and it was twitching up, and getting harder, and bigger!
"Oh shit...oh...fuck...you look like you're going to burst" I said, still
stroking him, awkwardly as I was trying to look at the mirror, and at him, and
at the floor, which I felt the soles of my feet suddenly touching. It was a
strange feeling, I felt like I was suspended an inch above it, all my being was
in my stroking hands.
"No I'm not...not yet" he mumbled. I looked at the mirror again, and I almost
fainted, seeing him move away, and then kneeling so his side was to the mirror,
and I knew what would come next - my favorite. As he did that his cock never
touched the ground, it had long ago attained what was full hard-on as I knew it,
it's shape bent again into an upwards curve, skewed to the side, but then it
went far beyond. I noticed then he was wearing some sort of cock-ring, and I
asked "what's that", my hand moving to touch this tree-trunk of a manhood, but
he whispered: "Don't touch or it will be all over fast". I stayed back, and
watched as his yard-long cock became longer, thicker and harder, rising proudly
upwards, while he started doing his thing, puffing himself up slowly. I was so
hot I thought I would melt through the floor, and I knew this would be over soon
no matter what. Deprived of touching him, I wanted to touch myself, and more,
but I stopped myself in an attempt to make this last as long as possible.
He had pumped himself up, and I mean all of himself - managing to get his cock
hard, whatever that ment right now. I had no idea how this came to be, and I
didn't care. His stance was such that his cock was jutting up at a 45 degree
angle, and he held his arms to the side, and as he inhaled slowly, teasingly,
already he was larger than ever before, all of him, and he was getting even
bigger. He kept on inhaling more on every breath, and his cock was still
twitching. He was looking into the mirror, and his face was flushed, but his
pecs became higher and higher, and his breastbone was starting to poke out under
them. I kept moaning, asking him for more, and he grew, inhaling, his chest
expanding. His pecs were so pumped and when he flexed them in short twitches,
they became all veiny and glistening with the sweat of exertion, and they were
so huge they already stood straight out from him, but he continued on heaving,
his hands groping the empty air as his enormous arms went up and down. I watched
him, stroking my belly right over the root of my painfully hard shaft, making me
feel ecstatic pangs in my head, I felt my own pre-cum ooze down my nuts which
felt as someone hung weights off them. I thought I was going to burn up, but I
held on. His cock was now visibly larger than before, and it was again all veiny
and distended, and purplish red, except for the head which looked like a very
elongated mushroom, or better still an elongated grapefruit, engorged until it
had a dark purple-brown sheen. The shaft glistened, the skin stretched until the
tissue underneath formed lumps all over, sweaty. Pre-cum gushed from the gaping
piss-slit and oozed down the length of it, I could see a steady stream. I looked
upwards, and saw him trembling, his face flushed. He could not move his head any
more because his chin would get stuck in his pecs, a look of total abandon in
his eyes, and still he was trying to suck in one more breath, his chest trying
to rise even more in small
jerks. His chest looked like it was going to rip open every time he did this but
now it was bigger, wider, higher and puffed up more, and it looked like
exploding any second. His lats jutting at the sides made it all look even
bigger, and I could take no more, I started stroking myself, and I felt the
first cramp in my balls, spraying his swollen chest with jizz, as I knew he
wanted, and then, with a barely audible wince, he brought his arms up in a
double biceps pose, and flexed his abs and his biceps all at once. All in the
same instant I felt like I was cumming again, his abs became six huge bricks,
rising his chest even more, I thought I could hear his ribs crackle, and his
triceps became so huge that the bulges connected with his jutting lats, while
his biceps went up to his fists and pushed them out of the way. For a moment
everything stood still, and I remember thinking that he was really going to
burst, split open down his largest chest possible all the way to the gaping piss
slit on the largest cock possible, when I heard a sound like a faint pop, and
then I went somewhere else. I had a feeling that all of me was shooting through
my cock, and I felt a splash of something hot on me, and something hit me, and
there was a roar like the sky was falling which became the tone of the largest
imaginable pipe organ, with all the pipes at full blast. Everything was shaking,
and all was white, and I had no body any more. It went on and on, becoming
unbearable, and then, suddenly, it all stopped.


The G
part 5

I ran to the door of the swimming pool building. There was a truck on the
deserted parking lot and I was sure it was his. I didn't exactly know what he
had planned, but I did have some ideas.
The door was locked by a padlock and chain of all things, so I couldn't open it
more than a crack wide, and I was starting to get puzzled but then I remembered
the key. Sure enough, it fitted perfectly. I managed to open the door and get
in, and then close it and lock it after me, using the same chain and padlock
from the inside. I was at the pool only once but I remembered the way, and
besides, there was clearly a trail of bread crumbs in the form of lighted
corridors. I soon ended up pool-side, and he was already sprawled on top of a
towel. He lifted his head up and said "I thought I wrote: wear casual". I just
had to laugh and he sniggered, rising to his feet.
Surprisingly, he was wearing some sort of spandex-like shorts which clung to him
like a second skin, which made his cock very visible, squeezed down his left
pantleg, and barely at that. It had to be bent into an S-shape to fit. The
shorts themselves looked like they were heat-shrunk onto him, heaven knows how
he managed to put them on at all. I soon corrected my condition by stripping
down to my slips and getting my towel from my bag. I spread it on the floor
beside his, and as soon as I did he laughed out, scooped me off the floor and
flung me into the pool with such force I must have flied to the middle of it
before crashing into the water. I swam up to the surface of the cool water only
to see him jump into the pool, again displaying those graceful movements so
difficult to connect to his size. A perfect lunge, the water almost swallowed
him with a sound which had more to do with a slurp than a splash. I could see
him glide under the water, before the strange optics of the rippling surface
made it impossible. I swam slowly to the other end, expecting him to surface any
moment. I reached the side, gripped the edge and waited.
And waited, and waited. I knew he was goofing around but it was becoming
increasingly strange, so I popped my head under and looked, but I could not see
him, the chlorine stinging my eyes. It was a long time since I last had a swim
and it took some adjusting to see anything beyond a few yards. I swam slowly,
looking around. All of a sudden, I saw a figure moving through the water with
such speed, and then he surfaced, jumping off the bottom, which caused a small
tsunami, moving me away from him just enough that he didn't crash into me. He
surfaced, exhaling, the water streaming off his face and his shoulders.
"Showoff" I said, and he smiled. There is something about muscle and water, they
simply go together, and it multiplied the sheer pleasure of looking at him, how
his shoulders and traps broke the surface like an island made of muscle.
"You have gills stashed under those arms of yours?", I asked, while he swam slow
strokes, backwards, getting further towards the middle of the pool, still
looking at me. His exhaling and the subsequent rasping chuckle of his was clear
and loud in the acoustics of the empty building.
"Man you must have been under for minutes" I said. After all, that wasn't
strange, the guy had such lung capacity he would probably have found living on
the top of the Himalayas a minor nuisance. I swam towards him, but just as I
could reach him, he lunged away, laughing. The water streamed over the muscle
bulges of his back, like they were cascades.
"We got this all for ourselves tonight?" I asked, looking around and then at
him.
"Some people owed me a favor" he answered, nodding. I looked at him, moving
slowly towards him again, but he dived again, teasing me. No you're not, I
thought, and dived to see where he went, and swam towards him, trying to get to
him. Well, I would probably be a pretty rotten swim-team member, but you could
still call me a good swimmer, and I tried my best. He would tease me, waving
under water, and then surface, just continuing to swim if I was near enough. We
must have been playing catch like little children for half an hour, because he
would allow me to touch him first, and I even managed to get him by the traps,
but he was slippery and damn, he was so big I just couldn't grab him well
enough. I managed to do that once again, deciding to change the strategy and
dunk him under, but he simply added a little force to his strokes and he
supported himself and me, although I was pushing downwards, so that I
practically ended up propped out of the water to my hips. He didn't budge at
all. All of a sudden, he dived in, so I had to do some quick maneuvering, and a
few seconds after that, while I was catching my breath, his shorts floated up to
the surface. I almost breathed some water, laughing. All of a sudden he surfaced
at the far end of the pool. "Hey, can you spell 'motivation'" he asked, and
broke out laughing as well, but I was already on my way. It was really strenuous
after last night, but that was no excuse. And he didn't even breathe harder, the
freak! Just as I got there, he went towards me, a tactic I didn't expect, and
then, just as I was upon him, turned, but I managed to grab him by his ankle,
something which was still small enough for me to grab with one hand, but he
lunged, and dunked me under, laughing, and got away. I could see his huge body
writhe around, under the water, his legs slowly pumping. It was maddening to
look at the size of them, even his swimming moves were different. His cock
trailed after him, as he swam away slowly breast stroke, like a long tail of
sorts, and I got an idea. I surfaced, panting, and stayed put until he started
teasing, coming nearer when he saw I wasn't going to move. He breathed slowly,
making bubbles in the water by submerging himself just keeping his eyes out, and
I could see in them he was smiling. I slipped out of my swimsuit under water,
and flung it at him, which he easily avoided, chuckling, and splashed his arm
into the water, splashing me with enough water that I had to hold my breath.
Then, I started slowly advancing, but of course, he saw what I was up to
instantly, but continued to tease, as I knew he would, swimming backwards,
slowly. Then, just as I was almost in reach, I lunged forwards as best I could,
and grabbed, my hand slipping over him, down his abs, and then I had him, his
hose slipping through my hand as I squeezed down, finally stopped by the huge
head. As it went it stretched to the same outlandish dimension when hard, and
thinned out. Needless to say it stopped him in his tracks and I practically
crashed into him.
He had a look of utter surprise on his face, but I let go and swam back,
realizing that might have been painful.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to..." I started saying, but he cut me off.
"You do that again and I'll crumple you like a piece of paper" he said, but his
eyes were telling me a totally different story.
"You couldn't hurt a fly even if you wanted to" I said, still in the water. "Oh
yes?" he said, and lunged himself into me with such force he practically plowed
me over, catching me around the chest under water. I knew it was play so I
didn't kick, but I felt his arms move, one around my shoulders and one around my
ass, pressing me into him, and then we surfaced. I knew that if he wanted to he
could really crumple me, and probably anything else anyone cared to name. He
squeezed with such force I thought I could hear my spine crackle, but he knew
the limits and besides, my face ended in those pecs of his, and I felt his
crotch press into my belly, his cock between us, folded. We were both as
shriveled as could be in the cool water and at that point it was a good thing we
were. He lifted me outwards, going into a back-stroke, supporting both of us
only by outward strokes of his thighs which he held apart. In a second we were
at the edge of the pool. It was shallower there and we could both stand on the
bottom. I noticed, wondering that I didn't before, that he was quite a bit
taller than I thought, now that I managed to stand in front of him under...
cooler circumstances. But that was no surprise, his proportions were so
incredible they defied any guess at them. I stroked his pecs, and he held his
arms under mine, grabbing me by my, especially for his standards, rudimentary
lats. I went down a little, just brushing his nipples, and feeling the topmost
ridge of his abs, before I found his intercostals, moving up, and then his lats.
I slowly stroked them, as far up as I could, getting stuck between them and his
triceps, not being able to reach his armpits at all.
"You are so huge and so strong...God this sounds so stupid" I broke in a laugh,
and so did he.
"It's like out of a fifty cent love story" I said, repeating myself, in a high
piping voice, which made us both laugh out loud before I could get to the fourth
word. "Not that it isn't true" I said, looking him straight in those eyes of
his, and his face. "And you're beautiful" I said. I held his lats, then moved my
hands around his shoulders, as well as I could, and I wrapped my legs around his
hips, and hugged as strong as I could, and he hugged me back, kissed me, and
then we were both licking each other's face and ended sharing tongues. It lasted
long, but so short compared to the lifetime I wanted it to last.
"That was some trick you pulled" he said softly, stroking my back, gently.
"I hope it didn't hurt, I didn't think..." I said, but he only smiled.
"It was pretty rough fondling" he said, and I could see the laughter in his eyes
well before he continued "I wouldn't like to stretch it even longer with out you
to take care of it afterwards" he said, and sniggered his devilish laugh. With a
painful pang I was reminded of tomorrow, and it was difficult to laugh with him.
He must have seen it, as he stopped laughing. There was that strange shift in
his eyes, and his face changed into a frown.
"What's wrong?' he asked, as he stopped stroking my back.
I weighted the answer for what looked like a small eternity. "Oh, nothing." I
said, finally, but even I could hear the ring of a lie in my voice.
He looked at me, and then said "Why do you lie?". His eyes bored into me. I
averted mine, and the contact was broken. He let go, scooped his shorts which
somehow floated to the edge, and mine which were already there, and threw them
out near the towels. Then he lifted himself out of the water, with one smooth
move, which made a play of incredible shapes under his skin. He ended up out of
the
pool, sitting on the edge, his feet in the water, and I couldn't help notice,
his cockhead hanging over the ledge. He reached down and simply plucked me out
of the water, lifting me by my armpits. There was no effort in it at all. He
carried me right to my towel, and let me down. It was so strange, I didn't even
move. I almost expected him to sit me on his enormous thigh and ask me to talk
to daddy, but I knew it wasn't like that and the thought made me ashamed of
myself. He sat on his towel, cross-legged, facing me. Up to now it was
impossible to imagine how someone so huge could do that. His cock rested like a
dormant serpent, in the little remaining space between his incredible calves and
his crotch.
"You are too old to behave like a baby and you know it, so I'm just going to sit
here and let you do the talking" he said.
I sighed. Three days ago, it would have been so easy to talk to anyone without
any emotion at all about anything, but those three days were very special. I
didn't really know anything about the man in front of me. The man, the ultra-man
- but he was so big, so powerful, and I just knew he was so...good. There wasn't
a bad hair on his head. After all, he was something so special, that all the
insecurity all of us mere humans had, and all of the arrogance, and all of the
hidden pain and the learned responses and complexes and frustrations were just
not there. If you gave him a first glance, he was sex personified, and he knew
it, he could have seen it in my eyes hundreds of times in the last three days,
and before that as well, I was sure he did. And yet, looking at him now, he was
so much more then that. I have never met anyone like this, and I probably never
will again, and... when I go away? What I have been planning for a year as a
holiday now lost all it's appeal, and became a major nuisance. For the life of
me, I couldn't figure why I was here - when it could have been anyone else. If
he wasn't so secretive, there would have been pilgrimages to this very spot.
"Why did you pick me?" I asked. I was surprised at the loss of control in my
voice. I felt like crying, but... men don't cry, do they? The huge building
around us shrunk to a small space containing just him and me.
"Because you made me see it's not easy being the man in the ivory tower" he
said.
"Now what kind of a stupid answer is that", I exploded, frustrated, "Next thing
you are going to say you were all truthful and sincere just two days ago,
Saturday night?". I realized I was getting furious only because of my own
frustration, but it didn't stop me. "You could have had anyone, anyone! And you
pulled that macho super-stud stunt on me, letting me think I was actually doing
something for you, you could have got that thing of yours' and I pointed at his
crotch, my finger shaking, 'up any time you fucking wanted to, and don't even
try denying it. You don't need me, why would you need me?', I was almost crying
now, 'Why are you so good to me, why am I here today when you could just dump me
any day and...' My hands just fell to the ground, I had the feeling my soul was
all black and dying. He started rising his hand to touch me, but I just lifted
mine in a gesture to stop him. I felt a tear stream down my face and I wiped it
down with the same hand. I calmed down in seconds, not being able to look him in
the eye. God, I never lost it this way.
"If you only knew how easy it would have been if the act stayed an act" he said,
there was a subtle change in that godlike voice of his, it made me look at him.
His face and eyes were a mask of sorrow such as I have never seen, it was
impossible to connect with his figure, so much so that I laughed, but it was a
painful laugh. It made his face change, understanding all over it.
"You know, when I started growing" he said, "for a long time I thought it was a
fit revenge for all those that kept teasing me as a kid. In no time at all I was
so much bigger, stronger and I thought better than any of them, and it made me
just go on and on. It's a feeling of domination, and it made me only want more
and more. When I remember those days I'm not surprised people could not deal
with me, I was really wild".
"It was like the ugly duckling getting to be a swan, and then even more - soon
even the swans looked like ugly ducklings compared to me. It didn't matter, I
tried being ever more and more - bigger, stronger, faster, cleverer, better - or
so I thought. Every time I'd look in the mirror I'd see someone who can be even
bigger, and it made me... I jacked off so many times on that. In a way it's
still like that today, but you know that. There used to be an insecurity phase
as well - how would I know I was the best? When I was younger, I would go out
nights, traveling far, and be a flasher for the night. The faces people would
make in the alleys, they turned me on so much, I'd go on it for days, and it
made me want still more and more of myself. Then, as I got more, I realized
people would either run away, or at best do themselves and me, moaning 'You're
the biggest' with such detachment, knowing it would be better to forget the
whole thing and go on, thinking they were lucky I ever gave them an opportunity.
It was like I wasn't real, because I was so unbelievable to them that I couldn't
be. After that, it became pure curiosity - how far can I go, and that was also
satisfying. I thought hell with them all, and went on". He sighed. "Then I saw
you. Man you had a way of looking without looking! I could see the sizing up and
the realization in your eyes, and then the shear lust, you knew exactly what you
laid your eyes on, and after a long time I decided to play the game again - I
thought you were the same as... And then, you thought I had a problem, and you
wanted to solve it. First I thought it was so funny, and I wanted you to get the
surprise of your life. But after all that, I realized you did it for me, as well
as for yourself, and it turned me on so much, so you see, there was some truth
in what I said". He paused a little. "Then, I realized that if your trick would
have failed, you would have blamed only yourself. I was so shocked that someone
would care for me, when everyone I knew thought I needed no care because I
already had everything... the next morning I would have done anything... I
didn't know how to get out of pretending, and Sunday morning you finally managed
to corner me, but your own curiosity let me off the hook".
"Then came the workout, and I got so high on that I felt like I was 18 again,
and then after that up at my place, boy that was something... for the first
time, I felt someone sleep in my bed with me, someone who wanted all of me, for
what I am, who was warm and tender and... and... mine."
"You asked me what that thing is I do with my eyes" he said, "but I really don't
do anything much, no more than you do it. I guess it's the look of joy in me
when I see you are enjoying me, and understand how I enjoy myself, and it makes
me feel... it makes me feel I was made for someone, and I just want to give you
more, it's fantastic and when I see that 'I know you, you're mine, I want all of
you, I want more of you' look in your eyes, I..." he left the words hanging
there for a while.
"It's like sometimes you know me better than I know myself, and it's only been
what - two days? I don't know if this made any sense to you, but I thought about
it ever since you first asked", he said after a short pause. "For some reason we
seem to be a pair".
I was quite baffled, to say the least! This was really weird!
He held me to him again, and I had no intention to stop him this time. He gave
me one of his incredible hugs, his huge muscle almost enveloping me whole.
"So, when are you leaving" he said, still holding me. He had shifted together
with me and we were laying side by side, my hand on his abs. I explored them
almost unconsciously, feeling the now dry skin, stretched over those incredible
protruding cobblestones of muscle, tracing the almost invisible hair down the
mid crevice that run to his crotch hair.
"Tomorrow afternoon" I said, the sadness clearly evident in my voice. My hand
still went up and down over his abs.
"No doubt to some old fat guy with a gut like this" he said, and made his abs
almost plop out of his skin, in a sort of weird reverse-flex which made a huge
gut-like shape, large like a basketball, which looked it would rip his skin and
drop out of his belly.
"Jesus, don't do that!' I almost shouted, my hand still on it, but this was not
a belly of a fat man, it was steel-hard muscle. "And why not?" he asked, now
even exhaling as much as he could, which made the muscle seem to bulge even
more. I looked at him, and he made a face, plumping his cheeks with air and
trusting his lower lip outwards, in an imitation of a fat man, but it was so
funny on him I almost choked trying to laugh, which in turn made him laugh, and
that made his abs snap back into their cobblestone shape, rippling with his
laughter, catching my fingers between them, they were so big. I jerked my hand
away, saying "Aw!" and that made us laugh even more. All of a sudden, he took my
towel, together with my bag, and scooped me up as well, and then his stuff. I
had no choice than to just hang onto his incredible frame protesting, as he
practically ran out to the lockers, carrying me. He let me down, took his bag
which was stashed on a bench there and started putting clothes on, which was
really something to watch.
I continued putting on mine, but I never so much as wavered my gaze which stayed
firmly glued to him. First, he fished out another pair of those spandex-like
shorts. Now, I had time to notice they were completely open along one leg by a
long zipper. He squeezed his right thigh into the normal leg, and then lifted up
his cock in such a way I almost laughed out, but I realized it was a normal
gesture for him, as normal as adjusting your nuts into briefs. He ended up
zipping up the zipper, his behemoth cock stuffed along his left thigh in that S
shape again, so the head would not protrude below his kneecap. Then came the
shirt, which was more or less normal. I guess a T-shirt would also have to be
modified to suit him, simply because he couldn't get his shoulders in it, and
still have it taper properly to his waist. This was probably the reason why he
wore a regular shirt, well, of sorts - considering his size and shape it really
was highly irregular. Then came the jeans. This was a sight as well. Again,
there was a long zipper running from about 5 inches from the right pantleg cuff
up, along the inner side of the thigh, and then up over his crotch. Once he put
those on, they still appeared baggy on his thighs, but almost lost the battle of
bagginess on his calves. When he zipped them up, they looked pretty normal,
considering. The telltale was the belt he had to use, because even with that
strange cut his waist was still so small compared to the rest of him. Now that I
knew about it, I could trace the outline of his cock, but the cut was pretty
subtle, and even if you had the thought, without previous knowledge, you'd
disregard it as simply impossible. I wondered who the tailor was and felt a pang
of jealousy, which caught me well off-guard. He finished off with a jacket and
it, at least, seemed normal, but of course, it could have doubled as a sleeping
bag for me. For him it was tight in a strange, non-revealing way, which made him
look even more sexy in clothes since I knew what they were hiding, especially as
he was now looking at me, his face beaming. I barely resisted jumping onto
him and just licking him all over.

In what seemed like seconds, we were in his truck, decided we'd pick up my car
later, and on the way to his flat. The truck seemed cut out for him, but
although I could fit well, someone of a bigger stature could not fit with him at
the driver seat.
That night, we didn't make love, but we cuddled and hugged and got to know each
other in a totally different way - as friends. We talked, listened to music, or
just were with each other. I wouldn't have had it any other way, and I know he
wouldn't have as well. I will never forget that sleep-over, our naked bodies
together in that bed, using nothing but each other for covers (although I was
well aware I got a better bargain), warm, and so calming to be together for that
short time that remained. No sex, but so sexual, so tender and understanding,
and...loving?

The next day, he drove me to the big city, all the way to the airport. He
certainly did get glances (to say the least), and when we finally parted, it was
so strange, only a few words from him: "I..." and after a long pause "...you
know where to find me". For what turned out to be over seven weeks, I thought so
often about that single letter 'I', and regretted that I was the one not
offering any words at all. There was so much to do, so many people to see and so
many places to visit, it made me almost forget, but then, at night, it was so
difficult to sleep at first, as the thoughts would be there, but then I had
dreams of him, and sometimes they were good, sometimes troubled, and sometimes,
they were...very sexual, to say the least. And, there were more hand-jobs I gave
myself thinking of him, than I would have believed possible a month ago.

By the middle of my 'holiday' I felt I was over the hill, anticipating the day I
would return, but still there was a pain there that sneaked up on me every time
I'd be insecure of what I would find once I came back. I even called the 'G'
once and got the manager, and then hung up after a few words that were
essentially meaningless. I kept telling myself I could handle anything, but deep
down I didn't really know what I would do if... but, I'm straying again.
Finally, that day came, and I found myself at the airport, and in a phone-booth.
I dialed up the number of the 'G'.
After a few rings, I heard a 'hello?'. It was Greddy, the gym manager - thank
heaven he was still there, the 'G' would close in a few minutes.
"Oh hi, good thing you finally got here. The boss called earlier." My hopes went
about 11 miles up!
"What, Vi... the boss was there?" I asked, cursing inwardly at the slip of the
tongue.
"Nope. But you know how he is. In fact, no-one's seen him...well, pretty much
since when you left or thereabouts. He called on the phone, damned if I remember
when he did that the last time. He left a note for you...By the way, someone
called Kelloway called earlier this week, he seems pretty anxious to get hold of
you" Well, I knew what that meant, but it must have been the least important
thing in the world right now. I heard him rummaging amongst the heap of
magazines he always has lying on the desk.
"Now where did I put the bloody thing... he said to himself, I could hear him
rustle through his notebook. It held a list of the gym members and he'd usually
have a check or note for me under my name. He leafed through it so damned
slowly!!! Eventually he said: "Here, a note for you, he said you'd call...
There's a note saying to tell you just 'The usual time', strange, but that's
what he said." he said. The usual time? Yes, of course, 9:40, I remembered the
first time in the gym!!!
"OK, I'm kind of in a hurry here..." I started, getting really anxious to get
there. It took little less than an hour and a half and it was getting near 8 PM
already. "Whoa, what's the rush... I wanted to ask you - can you wield an arc
welder, by chance? Someone managed to break a machine here and the big lat is
bent as well, think you could look at it?" he asked. Now Victor, what in heavens
name have you been up to? "Sorry, I have to go, see you later...". He must have
heard the urgency in my voice because he trailed off a "When you have the
time...".

The drive was a blur. I just know I found myself stepping out of the cab in
front of my building. It was almost half past nine. As I struggled with my bags,
I noticed my car was parked there, one promise kept. I found the keys and a
letter in the letter box. The letter had no return address. I tore it open in
anticipation, and there was a note in it, and a key. "My place. 21:40 sharp,
wear nothing. And I mean it!" was written on it, and I thought my heart would
leap out through my throat! I had no time to waste! I stuffed some clothes in my
bag, although I knew full well I wont be needing them any time soon, and
practically ran to the 'G', a hardon begging to get itself noticed through my
jeans. When I finally got there, I went around to the back door, taking extra
care that no-one sees me. Of course, the key opened the lock, and as soon as I
got in and locked the door behind me, I stripped down, shivering in the cold
corridor, and packed my clothes in the bag. I used the key to open the door to
the stairway, and ran up, my cock bobbing. I thought it was too blatant, but
when I came up the stairs, opened the door to Victors flat and got in, nothing
in this world could have prepared me for the sight that was waiting there for
me.

"Oh my..." I just let my breath escape and it came out that way.
He was right out of the tub, and rubbing himself down, and he was just...
unbelievable. We were both taken unawares, and there were two muffled noises as
my bag and his towel fell down.
"Hi..." he just said and looked at me, and there was that look in his eyes again
in that set ecstatic shivers up my spine.
"What..." I realized my throat was dry, and my head was spinning. "What in
heavens name have you been doing" I asked, staring at him, but trying to
remember if there was somewhere I could sit, before I fall down.
Now he is... no - he used to be monstrously huge, and now... now I have no
words! I knew it was his heavy day today, assuming he hadn't changed his
schedule, so I expected he'd be fresh out of the gym and pumped. And he was
pumped up to the max, but that was only on top of the fact that he was also so
much bigger, to me he looked like he doubled in size - I wasn't even going to
guess what he would weigh. Jesus Christ! He even looked taller - but I reminded
myself it might have been an illusion because his shoulders, and his traps were
bigger! I must have been mumbling something trying to find words now that the
total scene managed to sink in. First of all, he was really a lot bigger, so
much so that I could see a loss of range of movement, and even at his previous
impossible size he was very flexible. But, the most outstanding change was in
the shapes of his muscle, it was mind-boggling. To top all that, his cock looked
as it was already half-hard, but as he moved it shuddered and I realized it was
only an inkling of a hard-on, and yet his cockhead was dangling down below
the...edges on his calves - there was no better description, his calves were so
large that their shapes actually acquired edges, stretching the skin. And so
were his shoulders, and his arms and his pecs... I was beginning to feel dizzy
again, and I guess I just let myself fall on him. The next I knew my hands were
all over him.
"Aaahhhh...." he sighed, almost pressing into me, which didn't work well because
his muscles were so hard that I could hardly feel I made a dent in them, even
when pressing hard - and he wasn't flexing at all. My hands shot over him, and I
tried to step back, to be able to see more of him at once, but I didn't do very
good simply because I wasn't willing to trade sight for touch, and boy did I
touch. "What have you done..." finally came out of me, but he was also stroking,
me and himself, alternately. "Mmm...later" he said. He scooped me up again, like
I weighted nothing and hugged me into his pecs, and I started licking him
wherever I could, feeling that he was carrying me, his footsteps making me rub
into him as they produced low thuds in the floor.
He went on to the bed and the lights went on, and as he started lowering me, I
feel something hot under my ass, and I look in the mirror.
His cock was getting hard, and it wasn't merely trying to rise as before, it was
rising, as unbelievable as it may have been. It was already as big as I ever saw
it and it was twitching up, and getting harder, and bigger!
"Oh shit...oh...fuck...you look like you're going to burst" I said, still
stroking him, awkwardly as I was trying to look at the mirror, and at him, and
at the floor, which I felt the soles of my feet suddenly touching. It was a
strange feeling, I felt like I was suspended an inch above it, all my being was
in my stroking hands.
"No I'm not...not yet" he mumbled. I looked at the mirror again, and I almost
fainted, seeing him move away, and then kneeling so his side was to the mirror,
and I knew what would come next - my favorite. As he did that his cock never
touched the ground, it had long ago attained what was full hard-on as I knew it,
it's shape bent again into an upwards curve, skewed to the side, but then it
went far beyond. I noticed then he was wearing some sort of cock-ring, and I
asked "what's that", my hand moving to touch this tree-trunk of a manhood, but
he whispered: "Don't touch or it will be all over fast". I stayed back, and
watched as his yard-long cock became longer, thicker and harder, rising proudly
upwards, while he started doing his thing, puffing himself up slowly. I was so
hot I thought I would melt through the floor, and I knew this would be over soon
no matter what. Deprived of touching him, I wanted to touch myself, and more,
but I stopped myself in an attempt to make this last as long as possible.
He had pumped himself up, and I mean all of himself - managing to get his cock
hard, whatever that ment right now. I had no idea how this came to be, and I
didn't care. His stance was such that his cock was jutting up at a 45 degree
angle, and he held his arms to the side, and as he inhaled slowly, teasingly,
already he was larger than ever before, all of him, and he was getting even
bigger. He kept on inhaling more on every breath, and his cock was still
twitching. He was looking into the mirror, and his face was flushed, but his
pecs became higher and higher, and his breastbone was starting to poke out under
them. I kept moaning, asking him for more, and he grew, inhaling, his chest
expanding. His pecs were so pumped and when he flexed them in short twitches,
they became all veiny and glistening with the sweat of exertion, and they were
so huge they already stood straight out from him, but he continued on heaving,
his hands groping the empty air as his enormous arms went up and down. I watched
him, stroking my belly right over the root of my painfully hard shaft, making me
feel ecstatic pangs in my head, I felt my own pre-cum ooze down my nuts which
felt as someone hung weights off them. I thought I was going to burn up, but I
held on. His cock was now visibly larger than before, and it was again all veiny
and distended, and purplish red, except for the head which looked like a very
elongated mushroom, or better still an elongated grapefruit, engorged until it
had a dark purple-brown sheen. The shaft glistened, the skin stretched until the
tissue underneath formed lumps all over, sweaty. Pre-cum gushed from the gaping
piss-slit and oozed down the length of it, I could see a steady stream. I looked
upwards, and saw him trembling, his face flushed. He could not move his head any
more because his chin would get stuck in his pecs, a look of total abandon in
his eyes, and still he was trying to suck in one more breath, his chest trying
to rise even more in small
jerks. His chest looked like it was going to rip open every time he did this but
now it was bigger, wider, higher and puffed up more, and it looked like
exploding any second. His lats jutting at the sides made it all look even
bigger, and I could take no more, I started stroking myself, and I felt the
first cramp in my balls, spraying his swollen chest with jizz, as I knew he
wanted, and then, with a barely audible wince, he brought his arms up in a
double biceps pose, and flexed his abs and his biceps all at once. All in the
same instant I felt like I was cumming again, his abs became six huge bricks,
rising his chest even more, I thought I could hear his ribs crackle, and his
triceps became so huge that the bulges connected with his jutting lats, while
his biceps went up to his fists and pushed them out of the way. For a moment
everything stood still, and I remember thinking that he was really going to
burst, split open down his largest chest possible all the way to the gaping piss
slit on the largest cock possible, when I heard a sound like a faint pop, and
then I went somewhere else. I had a feeling that all of me was shooting through
my cock, and I felt a splash of something hot on me, and something hit me, and
there was a roar like the sky was falling which became the tone of the largest
imaginable pipe organ, with all the pipes at full blast. Everything was shaking,
and all was white, and I had no body any more. It went on and on, becoming
unbearable, and then, suddenly, it all stopped.


The G
Part 6

First there was this buzzing. All around. No...coming closer, closer to my...
head? Ants crawling over me... over my hands. No ants - only my hands. My hands.
Hands. Feet. Shoulder hurts. Sticky. Wet. Suddenly, as a flash I see, a huge
leg. I move, and it's like fire in my veins, and I see him, on his back, his
arms spread on the floor, and his cock, full mast, jutting up, curved. What a
good description, a curved mast. From this strange angle it looked like it
reached the ceiling. His chest is huge, heaving what looked like a foot up and
down, so high and wide I cannot see his face at all. I realize something is
streaming down from my hair, and I move to touch it, and it's sticky. Cum. I
rolled over onto my side, which gave me a better view, and I looked at him,
genuinely surprised that he was still in one piece, although I knew the notion
of him exploding was absurd, the last time I saw him he looked big enough for
that to happen. And of course, he didn't look much smaller - it's amazing how
the mind's eye works. If anything, from this angle he looked bigger. I just
watched, until I decided I could crawl over. As I did I saw the remains of the
cock-ring, and I knew it had made the pop as it snapped. As I moved closer, I
saw that his cock, now softer only enough to hang a bit lower, nearer to his
thigh, still dribbled cum in small gobs. I saw his fists twitch with his
heartbeat, and then he moved one arm, as I came nearer, and pulled me in, so I
ended up straddling him. He bent over, looking at me, panting, saying nothing,
and lifted his cock straight over my back. I knew that in more than one way we
were continuing where we left off, a month and a half earlier. I bent down,
pushing my ass lower, so the shaft of his cock went into my asscrack. It bent
the shaft - it was softer now, but only a little, and it came up over the back
of my head. I lay myself on him, my lips ending up at the level of his eyes, and
his around my throat, and I licked him first, and then kissed him, and I felt
the huge weight of both his arms now around me, lifting me up a little, and then
his lips on my chest. My hands were on his shoulders, which were so big that the
surface they held to felt like it had no curvature, only large, hard
lumps and bands under it. His huge chest supported me above his face, and I
bobbed up and down as he breathed. I let my hands slide down, to his arms, and
he let his slide down to my lower back, and then, they left my skin, and
suddenly, my hands were in his, holding each other. He shifted a bit, and my
balls and hard cock were pressed down by my abs and massaged by the huge ridges
of his abs. I moaned in pleasure, and his hands left mine, I lifted myself up,
my hands again on his pecs. His cock never left my back, and he started stroking
its shaft and my back with one hand, and his other found it's way under mine,
rubbing my cock into his abs, forcefully. I thought I would cum again that very
moment, but he sensed it and eased the pressure. I squeezed his nipples and
stroked his chest, and nuzzled the back of my neck into his huge cockhead, which
made his whole body shudder. We looked each other straight in the eyes, sending
each other an electric shock, and like a unit we came. I shot my second load
over his abs, it rebound and sprayed my chest. I felt him jerk as he came, and I
could feel the rush of his cum as it went through his python-sized shaft, and it
shot right behind and over my head, spraying us both. The subsequent slower and
smaller gushes ended oozing down my back, hot gobs leaving cooling trails. Our
eyes never left their lock and that incredible sound was there again. As it
faded, we started making each others face out in the mist, and then the world
around intruded on us again. We stayed like that a while, and then I felt a warm
serpent get unstuck from my back, and slap down on his thighs, and I slid down,
feeling his balls under my ass, lifted enough just to touch them lightly, and
feel his pubic hair grind against my own balls. Again, my hands ended in his,
sprawled to the sides, but this time, our lips met, and then our tongues, and it
was long and hot, and lovely.

After a long time, we untangled. I rolled down on the floor, my head nestled
between his left armpit, his lat, his biceps and his pec. My body was pressed
into his. We were all reeking, and sticky, but it didn't matter at all. He spoke
first.
"Don't take so long the next time".
I didn't know what he meant.
"I mean, coming back" he said, making it crystal clear.
"This was incr..." I started saying, but he cut in.
"Shhh... we don't have the words for it yet", and he was right. We could have
had sex, or we could have stayed right here on the floor like this, or do
anything as long as he was near, and I never would want it to end. I shifted,
rolling to the side, so my thigh ended over his, lifted high by the size of it,
and my body pressed into his side. My hand was again on his abs, which rose and
fell slowly as he breathed. His hand soon encased mine. Our toes played with
each other. He laughed.
"So there wasn't an old fat man after all" he said, and I had to chuckle.
"No" I answered "But there was a huge monster waiting right here and by the time
I came back it got even bigger"
Now it was his turn to rasp his raspy chuckle, making our hands bounce on his
belly, and his chest felt like he was purring. I licked the side of his pec a
little and then kissed him, and nibbled just a tad.
"And it got this impossibly huge hard pole sticking out of it, waiting for me" I
continued, and he laughed. I stroked his abs a bit, all sticky with my own cum,
and then moved my other hand and tickled his side softly, which made him twitch
only a bit. "It never did that before, I'm really curious how come it can now" I
said, while he sighed. "And I want it" I finished. He almost burst out laughing,
but I pinched the skin on his but. It wasn't a real pinch as he was so hard, and
his skin so tight, I barely managed to get enough between my fingers, but that
probably made it painful. He twitched, pinning my hand into the crevice between
the top ridge of his abs and his pecs. "Hey... quit doing that" he said,
sounding hurt, and I chuckled again, and kissed him.
"Good food, plenty of exercise, rest, and a crazy idea" he said. "That's how the
pole got there".
"I want it, and I'll have it!" I said, playfully, but truthfully.
"And how is a little cuddly thing like you going to make me... I mean this huge
monster... give it up?" he asked, sniggering. "It is too big, anyway" he
finished, stroking my forearm again, and touching my back with his fingers,
although that pinned me to him, because his arm was so big. I couldn't have
wished for more.
"Maybe I...actually, the little cuddly..." I'll need to talk about that with him
later! "...ah... thing has something to offer to the great hulking
muscle-monster" I said, grabbing the ridges of his abs, in vain hope it would be
at least slightly painful. But his hand slid away, and he shifted, which
actually meant we both moved, and found my cock, now soft, but stirring in his
huge hand.
"Maybe it has... yes... I think it has" he said, fondling my nuts, my own cock
surprising me by the quickness of it's response. My hand went down from his abs
to his crotch, and soon found the root of his awakening cock. It was bigger
around then I remembered it, and I felt a ridge of sorts.
"What's with the cockring" I asked, realizing how it got there, and ending the
wordplay.
"It's for when I work out, so it stays hard" he answered, now tugging at my
cock. Work out? Hard? I started imagining that and my cock went rock hard in a
second.
"Oooh, you're quick..." he said, surprise in his voice. Suddenly, he moved, and
I moved with him. Then, I was kneeling, and he was on all fours, his ass right
over my bobbing cock. I could feel his cock stirring on my thigh, and he
extended it out to the side. He spat in his fist, and next it was between his
glutes, which he brought apart by moving in such an arousing way I thought I'd
cum right there. Amazingly I held on, probably because I already had cum twice,
and he did the spitting thing again, and once more. I was still all clammy, but
I got the hint and did the same, smearing my cock all over. Then, I held it and
this time it was me that found his hole, and slowly eased the head inside, which
made him moan, and lower himself, but I held out by pulling myself lower a bit,
and I didn't go in completely. He was so tight! He rocked a little, and I put my
hands on his back. It was so huge, the taper was even more incredible and I
started pumping slowly, and he caught the rhythm himself, and I started
squeezing the mounds his movement made on his back. He was so big that I
couldn't reach his shoulders, because I'd have to bend enough to pull out from
him, and it was the last thing I'd want. His innards shuddered with his
enjoyment, and I could see his cock taking off, stiffening and growing. First it
started straightening out, and I took it into one hand while my other still
groped and stroked, and lifted it, bending it, while it was still pliable, over
his back. It was so heavy already! And it was also long enough to reach around
him and over him so I rubbed it into his back, which made him
moan louder. I couldn't stop looking at the incredible expanse of his back, this
huge sea of writhing muscle.
"You are enormous" I said, and then the picture came of him, pumping up in the
gym, his gigantic cock hard, and I started humping up and down like a maniac,
feeling his cock becoming more rigid and larger, until I couldn't hold it any
more without causing him discomfort, so I bent it upwards, over his lat, and
started stroking it, and his lat, which twitched and writhed as he moved. He
almost shouted in ecstasy, and I felt his hole tighten, starting to convulse,
but he held it off, and it became several small shudders, which made a huge
amount of pre-cum gush out of his now almost completely rigid pole. I couldn't
reach the head easily, it was wedged between the mountains of his lat and his
triceps, but his bulging and writhing muscle took care of it more than
adequately. Then, I felt another suppressed convulsion, which sent me into the
realm of bliss. I shot, only a single shot, and then a few shudders, wincing,
and then, I felt his ass clamp shut, his balls stir on my thighs, and I bent his
cock backwards, so it's head came right into my mouth. It made him wince as I
bent it, because it was so hard, and then shout, and I felt him loosen and then
clamp even harder, so I thought my cock would explode inside of him. Then his
cum hit me into the face, a shaft of thick hot liquid squirting from his piss
slit, right before I could get my lips around it, but I didn't want to loose the
next helping, and the next one after that, which I knew was coming, his innards
cramping again. It had that salty-sweet almond tang again, and I sucked at it
like a baby, lapping down barely in time, because it was like drinking, so large
was the quantity. I was still at it as it started softening, and he just let his
chest down on the floor, sighing. A little later, I felt my member ooze out of
him, and I sprawled myself over his back, stroking his lats and arms, pushing my
fingers into the numerous crevices between his bulging muscles. We must have
stayed that way for minutes.
Finally, I grabbed him around his waist and my hands went below, and found the
root of his now almost soft cock and pulled it, with both hands, like one would
pull a rope to get to it's end. He sighed, there was no doubt that he liked it.
I could feel his heartbeat in it, pumping it into another erection. He seemed to
be able to go on and on, but I was well spent, but not willing to give it up
just yet.
"O no you don't!" I said, and practically peeled myself off him, sweat and cum
drenched, and coerced him to come to the bed by pulling on his member.
"I want you and I'll have you" I said. I knew this was quite possibly dangerous,
but he had done it once, what seemed only moments ago, but was in fact weeks,
and I wanted him again. I grabbed his cock about 8 inches from the top, and
squeezed both hands around it, to stop that part from engorging. Before either
of us really knew what was happening, I rose my knees, and lying on my back,
pushed him into me. It was like all my senses disconnected momentarily, except
my hands and my hole trying to get the soft but still huge head of his cock into
me, because that's what most of the 8 inches I had were. I winced in pain as the
rim of it finally got past my sphincter, which convulsed uncontrollably, and I
almost lost it then and there. He moaned and moaned in pleasure. I had stopped
hearing my own moans and winces, and who knows what else, a long time ago. I
just started pumping it in and out, and soon noticed he was setting the pace. I
looked up and he held it by the root with one hand, while the other stroked his
abs. The shaft was almost completely rigid now and so fucking long I probably
could not reach him with my legs straight out to him. I could barely hold the
pressure back, feeling painfully sweet pangs as the head passed somewhere over
my prostate, and I thought I would start melting. Then, all of a sudden, he went
into a full lat spread, big enough to eclipse the sun, and then went right into
a double biceps pose, his lats staying spread. I almost bit my tongue in half
looking at his waist bloom into his arms and shoulders by a completely
continuous, and downright preposterous curve, going from his lats directly into
the unbelievable triceps, to his elbows. And his biceps... I could only say
'Fuck...' which ended in a wince, as I felt my balls cramp in a totally
unexpected orgasm, my cock not managing to attain full hardness, and I never
even touched it. I lost it for a second, and lost my grip on his cock as well,
and the pressure in his engorged cock expanded his cockhead in me until I
thought it would rip me apart, but that only amplified the feeling of ecstasy,
and I realised I must have been screaming aloud. Then I felt another burst of
ecstatic pain. I must have blacked out for several seconds, and when I came to,
he was bent over me, his hands on my shoulders. I heard his "Are you all right?"
like it was far away. He was fast enough to realize what was happening and
pulled himself out, but as he grabbed me, he had to push his cock which was
rapidly attaining full erection, and now that was something entirely different
from what I knew, right over my belly and chest, until the cockhead got up to my
face. At that moment I came sufficiently to my wits. He shook me a bit and said
a loud "Answer me, are you hurt?", and looked into him, not believing what I now
held over my body. Instead of an answer my face became a picture of lust as I
wrapped my hands over this bloated log of manflesh, and I was instantly in
heaven.
"Look at you... your cock is... it's bigger...it's enormous...how big is it?" I
asked, stroking and trying to lick it.
I could almost see a sigh of relief on his face. My touching seemed to be a good
incentive for him, so he started tugging it back and forth a little, and I knew
he was far from a climax and wanted to play some more. I suddenly realized that
my own cock hurt me with another hardon, better late than never, and knew he was
not the only one who wanted to play.
"Get the cockring and the tape and you'll know in a minute" he said, rasping
that chuckle of his again. "The usual place" he added, grinning. It took me a
few seconds to realize, but then I remembered I was in a position to get my
hands onto the shelf on the low wall, and soon enough, I felt the tape, and
something else...yes, a strap of sorts. I grabbed both, never even trying to
turn and look. Then I looked right back at him, enjoying the way the boulder
size muscles moved under his skin, huge volumes threatening to rip it open. I
extended my hand and he took the cock-ring, or rather strap, and deftly wrapped
it around the base of his cock. The reaction was almost immediate - I could feel
his rod stiffening. He moved a little, and I spread my legs so he could kneel
over them. His left thigh ended between my thighs, and my left between his. It
made his cock push upwards, and I started licking it, experimentally. I would
extend my tongue as far as it would go and press my lips on it. He pushed it and
pulled back, and the sweat and cum made it grind against my own cock, and slip
all over my crotch, belly and chest, and under my tongue and lips.
"Aaa...ah...careful, I want this to last" he whispered. In a matter of seconds I
could feel it getting steel hard, unbendable, and so incredibly heavy. I was
getting hot as a stove, and as for him - I could have felt the heat like it was
radiating from a bonfire. His cock was so big before that if he had fucked me
with it, he would kill me - and now it was much bigger, the head reached over my
face, and his crotch still couldn't reach mine simply because his legs were so
incredibly huge that I just couldn't spread mine so far in this position.
"Oh shit... I'm getting so hard it hurts..." he moaned, and I tried pressing my
fingers into his shaft, but it was like hot steel, and didn't budge even the
slightest. The veins and lumps on it ground into my skin and I felt I was slowly
going mad, as I tried to reach the cockhead which again attained the size of an
elongated grapefruit, and was engorged so hard it felt under my tongue like a
hot, disfigured glass ball. I couldn't get to the piss slit, and I got my lips
along the ridge of the head instead, but left it be the second I heard his
wince. I wanted this to last as well. I looked past the head of his cock which
was in my direct view, towards his face, and saw an extended hand.
"Give it... give it to me I feel like I'm going to burst any...second..." he
winced, the last word had a inflection of urgency. I could feel it flexing, as
he tried to pump more and more blood into it. I gave him one end of the tape
which I still held in one hand. He stretched it to the root of his tree-trunk
cock so forcefully, almost ripping it out of my hand, and I knew he was almost
gone too far. I stretched the tape, it went and went.
"Oh...my...oh shit..." I started mumbling and then almost shouting when I saw
the number. I could not believe it, but that wasn't important anyway, I just
wanted him.
"Fuck... fuck my body, I want to stroke all of you with all of me...now!" I
shouted, ripping the tape out of his hands, and let it fly to the floor, and
started licking, stroking and massaging all of him I could reach, and he did the
same, grinding my cock into his, and stroking himself, and with one mouth, one
cock, four hands, and a whole upper body on and around his cock there was still
to spare. He started pumping it up and down so fast I thought he'd ignite me
into flames. I felt his huge, heavy balls over my thigh and I wanted to feel it
all, have it all, all three and a half feet of his flesh, coupled to his
enormous body, so huge it shamed any sexual image of a man that humankind ever
invented. Then, time stood still for me and I felt like I was going to pass out,
the orgasm was so strong and so different, I can only begin to describe it as
burning. Somewhere before, who knows when, our eyes locked again, and it was
like a tidal wave built between us, engulfed us and then rolled us over, a
million times, finally depositing us in the warmth of our combined juices. I had
never thought I could cum so much after so many times I already have, but he
came in form of a torrent. When I came to I was all covered with his cum, and he
had my own streaming down from his face, to his chin, down his throat, nestling
a while in the chasm between his traps and his pecs, before again flowing
downwards between them. He was kneeling, holding his balls with both hands, and
then suddenly started falling towards me, but spread his arms and stopped
himself just short of that. He was so huge, I was probably in a very real danger
of being crushed, but I wanted so much to hold to him, to kiss him, that I would
have believed it to be the ultimate form of being with him that moment, however
strange it looked. But he knew what I wanted without us ever exchanging a word.
He lowered himself, and I held myself to him, my legs around his leg, and my
arms around his traps, because he was so huge that was the only place I could
hold to - I couldn't by any stretch of my hands be able to reach around his
chest. I hugged him, squeezing as strong as I could, and kissed him, and stroked
him, and he held me, standing up. I felt his lips on my shoulder, my ear, my
lips, and his arms around me, and all over me. I was completely spent, and it
was such a delicious feeling.

I awoke to a feeling of moving, and then to sudden warmth. I must have dozed
off, exhausted, and as I opened my eyes, I looked into him. He was lowering me
into the tub, almost overflowing now with hot water. It was so wonderful a
feeling, when you need to wind down, then just go for the best. We finally
diverged into two separate beings.
"Are you back with me?" he asked, smiling.
"Oh...my god, you seem to be able to go on and on..." I answered. He just
laughed. "And you wouldn't have it any other way" he concluded.
We bathed each other. Again, I had the better part of that bargain. His body had
attained size and shape which was a challenge to describe. About the only bones
I could touch on his body were his wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles. Everything
else was muscle. It was so large that I could clearly trace every individual
head, and more, even when he was totally relaxed. His shoulders were so wide, it
must have been a lot more than a yard, and the deltoids were cut into three
separate parts. They didn't simply bulge - they looked like they were extruded
outwards, first rising up through his skin, not curving at all, forming very
visible and hard edges, before they domed into bulges. Each head was cracked
into separate fingers before it connected to his arm, traps, pecs and back, the
heads colliding together like some incredible under-skin waterfall, forming a
crevice. The muscle was so dense I had to press hard to get my fingers into
those very crevices they formed. His traps were enormous, and the expanse they
covered was wider than the shoulders of the largest man I ever saw before him.
His chest was so deep that I could lean on it from above and quite possibly
stand on it, and he wouldn't have to move his head out of the way at all. The
pecs were separated into heads as well, and the crevice between them became a
chasm so deep that I could really fit my palm in it sideways - I just had to try
it, but I had to work at it long, soaping it, and he had to stay completely
relaxed. His nipples were hidden somewhere, under the huge mass of the muscle,
now that he was bent over and sitting in the tub. My hand disappeared between
his pecs and only my thumb remained exposed. When he moved his arm only a
little, my hand still between his pecs, I thought the tension would crush it.
His abs were
something I would not have been able to imagine, even knowing him beforehand. I
must have took half an hour exploring them. Totally relaxed they looked ready to
burst through his skin. The central line was so deep that you could only guess
where his navel was. When he flexed them a bit for me, playing, they jutted out
by inches, and all the channels they made between them became hairline cracks
with almost a snap. He bent over a bit more, and they rose even higher, the top
ridge almost reaching as far as his pecs. The lateral obliques were two bands,
sticking out almost like some lesser man's lats. As I washed, he lifted his arms
out of the water, and stretched them on the edge of the tub. It made his traps
and shoulders lift up until I thought his head would sink into them, and his
intercostals literally swung out like woven steel bars. His chest must have
been... what? 85"? 90"? Even more? He was so big I couldn't even make guesses.
"Oh man... oh... man, you are gigantic" I whispered. I had problems believing
what I saw, and even what I touched. His forearms must have been the largest
imaginable size. Muscles in them stood out as big as they would have on thighs.
Towards his wrists, you could see the tendons, squeezing each other to get to
his hand. And his upper arms were... just out of this world. How big were they?
How much more than a yard around? His biceps was permanently divided into two
heads. He held his arms bent only slightly, and they already bulged out in a
maddening curve. When he twitched only a little they subdivided into bulging
bands. I tried to squeeze them, and although totally relaxed, I could barely
move them, was it because they were so hard, or simply so heavy? I could put
both hands over his triceps that extended backwards, and I couldn't cover enough
to need him to lift his arm!
"Jesus Christ... I can't get over your arms... oh my... they must be over a yard
around" I said. I still tried to move his biceps.
"Well, more like pushing 40 inches..." he said.
"My god, can you flex them fully at all, look at your forearm!" I said. He
chuckled. "Well, it is a bit difficult, but here..." he said, and brought his
right arm down, and a bit to the front..."goes nothing..." and flexed, slowly.
If I hadn't cum who knows how many times already, I would have, now. This way I
could feel my balls try cramp in vain, but still, it was like an electric shock.
His biceps grew like a double-lobed balloon, and he ended up pushing his wrist
into the crevice between the heads of it. The peak couldn't have bulged more
upwards, so it bulged outwards. This time I could actually see his skin became
distended, lightening as he flexed. I stroked it gingerly, afraid that it would
burst if I was any rougher. And his triceps, oh man! It was as big, and bulged
downwards, my mind had problems grasping the shape. I didn't even dare guess the
size it attained, and didn't want to risk asking of fear he would tell me. His
whole arm was so huge that the only place I could poke my finger at was down at
his elbow, but even that was too small. He knew what I wanted and moved his
forearm only slightly outwards. His biceps didn't get any smaller at all. I
grabbed the opportunity and put both hands around it, his forearm between them,
and squeezed as hard as I could, but it was hot, living diamond. I must have
been at it for minutes, because I swear I could feel it getting a bit bigger as
he regained some pump from the effort of flexing.
"You like it?" he asked, and I nodded, lust in my eyes. "Maybe I'll make it grow
some more". I struggled hard not to think what those words meant. I went through
the same routine with his left arm, this time licking him a little and then
kissing him. Then, it was time to move down again.
He put his arms in the water, but lifted them up again, when I went to his lats,
doing a half-submerged lat-spread, and my hands couldn't find end of the cloak
of the masonry-thick muscular wall they created. I didn't ask a thing, I'd
probably faint hearing the answer.
"No wonder you are hiding, you'd have to run from all the cumshots coming your
way if anyone saw you" I said, shaking my head. My hands were on his thigh. It
was like a tree-trunk of some unimaginably huge and hard tree. He was totally
relaxed, but his legs were spread out, and that meant that the muscle could go
only up. Still they were so large they kept getting in each others way, even
when he spread them outwards. And his calves were just... impossible.
"No, it's actually because most of my clothes don't fit any more. I'm waiting
for new ones to be delivered".
"Well, if this goes on, then don't even bother" I said.
"I'm taking it lightly now, I need to have some of the gym equipment fixed, or
even replaced. I've... outgrown it" he said, thoughtfully "And I can't use some
of it because of my cock".
This made me feel a very strong sexual pang, remembering what he said earlier.
"Come on, to me you look like you doubled in size, and I mean everything. OK,
now you tell me what you've been up to while I was gone" I said, adding a
whispered "I think I can take it now without drooling too much".
"Doubled, huh? You wish!" he chuckled, twitching his thighs, which I still
stroked... I mean washed, under the water. Even if he didn't really double in
size I had no doubt he could. He gave me a friendly jab in the shoulder, which
was like being hit by an incredibly slow locomotive - I knew he was controlling
himself, but still he managed to move me some 4 inches to the right. I grabbed
under water, and caught his cock, and found it was half-hard. It was pushed
outwards by his thighs, together with balls the size of large oranges. My
ministrations were having effect, and we both knew that - Although I was far
from being unaffected, my whole crotch hurt and it was the only thing keeping me
from jumping onto him, for better or for worse.
"Hey, you're giving me that look again... and more..." he warned, and it took
conscious effort not to go down that road. "We both need a bit of rest, and I
feel kind of hungry" he said. I laughed aloud, but soon calmed down, because I
felt it too. In about three minutes, we took care of ourselves and the bed,
which looked very inviting right now. He went over to the kitchen, and mixed
himself some supplement, again from a king size container, in fact this one
looked even bigger than the last one I saw.
"Want some?" he asked. I just wanted something to drink. I told him I had an
airplane dinner.
"It can only do you good - well, after all, it's probably the best supplement
you can get" he said, "And, anyway, you seem to like the results of my using
it".
He made a large glass for me, and a pale... well, something that looked like a
half-gallon pitcher for him.
"Well, that's certainly not the result of this" I said, first pointing at the
hose hanging from his crotch, and then to the glass he gave me. His cock was now
finally soft, but that didn't prevent it from hanging down to the middle of his
calves. I tried hard not to look at it with 'that look'.
"Well, maybe it is, but mostly it's a result of a crazy idea" he explained,
sipping, propped to the counter by one elbow. I was honestly expecting the
counter to crack any second, but he was such a sight that I wouldn't let it
bother me at all.
"When I had the first workout after you left, I couldn't help remember THE
workout, I mean with you. I kept getting hard every two minutes, and it was
beginning to really get on my nerves, I usually concentrate very easily. It only
made me lift more, but it was beginning to be really cumbersome with this thing'
he pointed at his crotch 'extended before me'. He gulped several gulps down, and
I sipped as well. It wasn't half bad - actually it tasted very good.
'Then, about halfway through, I was really into it and also fully hard, and I
mean bursting hard. I just wouldn't let it bother me and went on and on, until I
almost fainted' Now that was something I couldn't imagine, no matter how I
tried. In fact the only pictures my imagination threw at me were of him, curling
away with his cock full mast in front of him, so I refrained from imagining at
all, because I didn't think I could take it.
'That was something really new, let me tell you - and then I got this crazy
idea. Before, it was either fully hard or fully pumped' he continued, sipping
nonchalantly, almost at the end of the pitcher already. It reminded me to
continue with my own, and I did. It helped (or so I thought) to take my thoughts
of that picture... which kept coming back into my mind.
'Well, then - my metabolism seems to be able to adapt to make me grow, so I
thought - OK, adapt to this then - I want to be hard and pumped. So I'd put a
cockring on to keep it hard or at least near enough, and... well, I adapted.
Actually, over adapted it seems - I haven't grown this fast since I was 17, I
think!'
Listening to all this was like being grilled slowly over a sexual fire, but it
did make sense. He was to say the least highly unusual, and his metabolism
seemed to have gone into an over-adapting mode, his body probably got starved of
blood. I looked at him, from toe to head.
'Stand up straight for me a bit, would you?' I asked - I had the distinct
impression...
'Fine like this?' he said, straightening out, sucking in his belly, as much as
that could apply considering the absolutely incredible shape his abs attained
when he did it, and also bringing his chest out. It looked deep enough for him
to tip over and fall on his face, and of course that was looking from the front.
'Yes...' I whispered, an thought 'My god!' The expanse of his pecs was big
enough to serve dinner on. Just looking at him could make me cum, if I did it
too long. And, it could also make me laugh, and cry and talk of anything, and I
realized I wasn't looking skin-deep any more. But, that impression was back.
"You... look taller... how tall are you?"
"A hair over 6'6", but I haven't measured that...Ah, it must be years now."
I couldn't help myself any more. I stepped nearer, and embraced him, as well as
I could. I buried my face into the top of his pecs. I sighed, content, and I
felt his arms around me, impossibly huge and strong, and so heavy, so
reassuring. I felt his cock touching my leg, a spot no-one in this world but
this giant muscle-god could reach that way.
'God... your cock is enormous' I whispered, 'It's grown' I went on, but he
silenced me with a very tender kiss. Then he chuckled his raspy chuckle I wanted
to hear so much during the last seven weeks.
'Well, it does get exercise as well, I guess... even more now that you are
back... and it's still not dragging on the floor' he finished, and again, I felt
his chest rumble like he was purring, that chuckle was there again. I was in a
playful mood anyway, so I jabbed my hand below and caught him half around the
base of his cock (my hand was too small for more), and pulled it a little.
'At least it doesn't when it's soft' I said, chuckling myself, remembering that
first morning with him.
'Well, neither does it when it's hard, now' he said. I rose my eyes to meet his,
wondering that the ceiling might become a limit for that.
'Prove it to me again then, my monster?' I said, but we both knew I wasn't up to
that.
'Any time, but not right now. We both need a rest, cuddly' he said, chuckling
again, and I squeezed his cock hard, whispering 'Cuddly, eh?' and he
make-believe winced. 'Come on, let's hit the sack' he said, and we walked over,
still touching, and stroking.

He lay down on his belly, stretching, and I lay beside him, switching off the
lights. The air conditioning did a fine job of clearing the smells of sex, and
now I could only feel his squeaky clean soap tang.
'Just you wait monster, I'll get to you in the morning' I said. He chuckled
softly again, and sighed. We stayed that way about a minute, my arm over his.
The soft light from outside made him barely visible in the darkness, a shape
made of 6 hills, his head, his huge back, his ultra-tight ass, and his thighs,
his calves and finally his heels.
'Don't you think you should be nearer?' he asked, and that moment I knew what
was still missing.
I rolled over, and sprawled over his back, my arms around him, feeling his huge
body, warm under me, heaving as he breathed, and... then I knew how I missed
him, and it was only seven weeks, so short a time. What was this thing we had
for each other - it started as a cruel joke and... I remembered the time at the
pool, and then when we parted. In a way it was cruel to both of us. And now? So
strange, and unusual, out of billions we found each other, the most unlikely
pair that ever was, and...and it was just right. For me. For him? He sighed
then, so content a sigh as I have never heard, and I knew it was the same for
him. How strange this, I thought, and then I knew of only one word that fitted:
love.
'Victor...I...' I started, still unsure, and ashamed that I was.
'I know. I love you too' he whispered. I was so overcome, I felt my heart skip a
beat, and I squeezed him harder, kissing his neck softly, and he nuzzled into
me. Holding myself to that feeling, I drifted slowly to sleep, finally at rest,
at the place I most wanted to be.

Life is strange, and wonderful. Our life together for the past months has been
even more strange, and it was only fair it was even more wonderful. And it's
getting even better. Of course, I did keep that promise about getting him in the
morning, and not only that morning. Well, what would you do every time you woke
up beside an enormous 650 pound (or maybe more?) muscleman you love, lying on
his back sleeping, with a hardon arcing straight up, looking like it reached the
ceiling? You have the best sex on this earth, that's what. And several times
over at that. I think I'm getting better - you know, I think that supplement
thing he takes works on me too, especially since he got me working out after I
pulled a muscle really bad just trying to help him train (and more) in the gym.
We made the pool a regular, and the times we go camping out are just fantastic,
the summer sun on us oiling each other (again I had a better end of the bargain
on that)...
But I'm digressing again. I know you want to know - is he still growing? You
bet. Too big? There's no such thing as too big.

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