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THE SEAN SAGA - PART 1: Little Brother No More
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THE SEAN SAGA - PART 1: Little Brother No More
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Ohhhh Jonathan has his sight on th european muscle stud event but now we know Sean is the one that goes. Im sure Jonathan is ectraordinary but soon will elarn he is not match for Sean- 6 replies
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Evolution of Strength - Book 3, Chapter 35 Unexpected Gift (2/8/25)
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Chapter 35: Unexpected Gift Jacob and Austin had just finished their winter exams, and the weight of the world had lifted off their broad, muscular shoulders. As students and competitive bodybuilders, their schedules were brutal—lifting heavy, eating every two hours, posing practice, and the constant grind of school. But with Spring Break here, the two young lovers were about to embark on an unexpected adventure. They had been sitting in their shared apartment, flexing and joking about how hard they were going to hit the gym during the break when their phones buzzed. It was a message from Hadi, one of the Tribe's leaders and married to Big Ryan. Hadi: “Surprise! You studs are going to South Beach, Miami this weekend. Blake’s got everything sorted—private jet, limo, luxury penthouse, and some killer reservations. Time to enjoy yourselves. Have fun, you deserve it!” Jacob’s gray eyes lit up, and a wide, cocky grin spread across his face as he turned the phone to show Austin. "Looks like we’re headed to South Beach, Monkey." Austin, who was finishing up his last protein shake of the day, jumped off the bed laughing, his brown eyes glinting with excitement. "Fuck yeah! I’ve always wanted to go." Jacob pulled his 6’0", 330-pound massive body off the couch and flexed in the mirror. His black hair was slicked back, and as his enormous arms hit a front double biceps, his veins popped like ropes over his skin. He grinned at Austin, who was already eyeing him with that hungry look he knew all too well. “Yeah, can’t wait to show South Beach all this muscle,” Jacob grunted cockily. "You better pack something sexy for me," Austin teased, running a hand through his own thick brown hair as he stood up. At 5’7" and 250 pounds of beefy muscle, Austin was a freak of nature. Compact, powerful, with tree-trunk legs and an ass that Jacob could never get enough of. His gymnast background had built his body into a masterpiece, and now, with all the muscle he had packed on, Austin looked like he could crush anyone who dared cross him. Jacob raised an eyebrow. "Sexy? We’re gonna be on the beach. I’m thinking speedos—maybe." Austin chuckled, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Jacob’s waist, leaning up to kiss him on the jaw. "Then I’ll make sure mine’s even smaller." --- The flight down to South Beach was more luxurious than either of them expected. Blake had really gone all out. The leased private jet was decked out with leather seats, private rooms, and every kind of high-end protein or snack they could ever want. They spent the flight half-napping and half-grinding on each other, enjoying the privacy the jet allowed. By the time they landed in Miami, the heat was already sinking into their bones, and their bodies ached with anticipation for what the weekend would bring. An SUV limo was waiting for them at the airport, and as they slid inside, Jacob pulled Austin onto his lap, his big hands roaming over Austin’s thick quads. "We’re in for one hell of a weekend, Monkey," Jacob muttered, his voice low and rough as he kissed Austin’s neck, feeling the hard muscle flex under his lips. Austin grinned, his hands sliding under Jacob’s shirt, feeling the ridges of his eight-pack abs. "You better be ready to keep up, Gorilla." The beachside resort was nothing short of stunning. Their penthouse suite had a massive balcony overlooking the ocean, a private plunge pool, and a bed that looked like it could fit half the Tribe. As soon as they walked in, Jacob threw Austin down onto the bed, the smaller bodybuilder’s thick legs kicking up as he laughed. "Come on, let’s hit the beach," Jacob said, stripping out of his shirt, revealing the full scope of his shredded, veiny physique. Austin followed suit, his body gleaming under the Miami sunlight that streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. As they stepped out onto the balcony, they could hear the ocean waves crashing against the shore, and for a moment, they both stood there, taking in the beauty of it all. It was a break from the grind—a chance to breathe, to enjoy each other, and to let the world melt away. --- That night, the city came alive. Jacob and Austin had dinner reservations at one of Miami’s finest steakhouses, and they made quite the entrance when they walked in, both of them dressed to kill. Jacob’s black button-down shirt clung to his massive chest and shoulders, and Austin’s tight white designer tee hugged every curve of his muscled frame. The restaurant staff couldn’t help but stare as the two handsome bodybuilders sauntered in, their presence commanding the room. Dinner was perfect—steaks so big even Jacob struggled to finish his, and wine that left them both flushed and warm. They talked, laughed, and flirted, their hands finding each other under the table as the night wore on. "Fuck, you look good," Jacob muttered, his eyes drifting down to Austin’s thick chest as the smaller man flexed just to tease him. "You’re not so bad yourself," Austin shot back with a wink. But dinner was just the beginning. The heat and pulse of South Beach electrified the night as Jacob and Austin made their way into one of Miami’s biggest dance clubs. The music hit them hard, a deep, bass-heavy rhythm that vibrated through the walls, making the floor beneath their feet hum with energy. The air inside the club was thick with sweat, lust, and the unmistakable scent of cologne mixed with musk. The club’s neon lights flashed and flickered, casting deep shadows over the writhing bodies on the dance floor. Jacob’s stormy gray eyes scanned the room, his lips curving into that cocky, confident grin that made him stand out wherever he went. At 6’0” and 330 pounds of massive muscle, Jacob was impossible to ignore. His thick wavy black hair was slicked back, and every step he took sent his thick muscles flexing under his tight, sleeveless shirt. Beside him, Austin moved with that effortless, feline grace. At 5’7” and stacked with pure, compact muscle, Austin was a walking contradiction—powerful yet elegant, his brown eyes gleaming under the flashing lights as his thick legs carried him across the floor. “Look at this place,” Jacob muttered, his voice rough in Austin’s ear. “It’s a fuckin’ jungle.” Austin grinned, his chest bouncing slightly as he flexed his pecs for no reason other than to see Jacob’s eyes flicker with desire. “Yeah, and we’re the fuckin’ kings.” The crowd parted for them without effort as they moved to the center of the dance floor. Music thumped through their bodies, but even surrounded by hundreds of people, it felt like it was just the two of them, their movements synced, their eyes locking in a dance that went beyond the beat. But as the night went on, both of them noticed someone watching. A man stood near the bar, eyes locked on them with a hunger that matched their own. Alejandro—or Ali as he went by—was impossible to miss. He was towering, a hulking Cuban beast at 6’4” and easily 300+ pounds of hard muscle, the kind of mass that came from years of dedication to the iron. His dark hair was shaved close to his head, and his skin gleamed under the club lights, his thick arms crossed over his massive chest as he watched them. His brown eyes were fixed on Jacob and Austin with an intensity that made them both feel the weight of his gaze. Austin caught Jacob’s eye, a smirk playing on his lips. “He’s lookin’ at us.” Jacob raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. “Then let’s give him a show.” They danced closer, their massive, sweat-slicked bodies moving in rhythm, their skin brushing, hands wandering. But all the while, they could feel Ali’s eyes on them, his gaze burning into their skin, and it only made them move with more hunger, more desire. Finally, Jacob caught Ali’s eye across the crowd and gave him a nod—an invitation. Ali didn’t hesitate. He crossed the dance floor with the kind of effortless dominance that only came from a man who knew he was the biggest in the room. When he reached them, the three men were already surrounded by the heavy pulse of lust and sweat, the music fading into the background. “You two are hard to miss,” Ali said, his deep voice carrying a thick Cuban accent. There was something in the way he spoke—smooth, confident, but with an edge that made it clear he wasn’t one to be toyed with. Jacob grinned, looking up at the taller man. “Same could be said for you.” Austin’s brown eyes flicked over Ali’s massive frame, admiring the thickness of his traps, the bulging veins running down his forearms. “You a bodybuilder too?” Ali chuckled, his eyes lingering on Austin’s thick legs. “I play football. Linebacker. College. Senior year.” “Figures,” Jacob said, stepping closer, his chest brushing against Ali’s. “A body like that doesn’t come without work.” The tension between them was electric, and it wasn’t long before Jacob leaned in, his lips brushing against Ali’s ear. “You interested in something more than just watching?” Ali’s dark eyes flashed with hunger as he nodded. “Hell yeah.” Jacob smirked, glancing at Austin, who was already looking up at Ali with a playful, teasing grin. “What do you think, Monkey? Should we take him back with us?” Austin pretended to consider it, his eyes flicking over Ali’s massive frame again before shrugging. “Yeah. Let’s see if he can keep up.” Without another word, Jacob grabbed Ali by the wrist, leading him off the dance floor and out of the club, with Austin trailing close behind. The night air hit them like a wave, warm and thick, as they piled into the waiting chauffeured SUV that would take them back to their penthouse suite. --- Back at the penthouse, the atmosphere was charged with raw, primal energy. The moment they stepped inside, the heat between them exploded. Clothes were torn off, shoes kicked aside, and the three massive bodies collided in a tangle of muscle, sweat, and desire. Jacob was the first to take control. He shoved Ali down onto the massive king-sized bed, his hands gripping the Cuban’s thick shoulders as he kissed him hard, their lips crashing together with a hunger that bordered on savage. Ali groaned, his hands grabbing at Jacob’s waist, pulling him closer, their huge hard cocks grinding against each other. Austin wasn’t far behind. He moved like a predator, his smaller but equally muscled body sliding between them as he pressed his lips against Ali’s neck, biting lightly as his hands wandered over Ali’s abs, feeling the deep ridges of muscle under his fingertips. “Fuck, you two are intense,” Ali muttered, his voice thick with lust as he looked between them. Jacob grinned, pulling back just enough to look down at Ali. “Just getting started, dude.” He reached down, grabbing Austin by the waist and lifting him effortlessly, positioning him between Ali’s legs. Austin smirked, his brown eyes gleaming with mischief as he slid down Ali’s massive body, his lips trailing over the Cuban’s chest and abs before he took Ali’s huge 11-inch uncut cock into his mouth, sucking him off with the same skill and intensity that drove Jacob wild. Ali groaned, his body tensing as Austin’s mouth worked him over, his hands grabbing at the sheets as he struggled to keep control. Jacob watched, his massive 13-inch cock throbbing as he saw his lover work. “That’s it, Monkey. Make him beg.” Austin’s lips tightened around Ali’s cock, his hand sliding up to cup the Cuban’s hairy balls as he sucked harder, his tongue swirling over the thick head. The musky smell from his thick pubes hit that primal spot in Austin’s brain as he continued his work. Ali’s moans grew louder, his body flexing under the pleasure. “Fuck... so hot, you’re both driving me crazy.” The air crackled with anticipation as Jacob positioned Ali, his massive frame shifting easily beneath Jacob's strength. Ali's eyes, dark and filled with a burning desire, never left Jacob's throbbing 13-inch cock. A thick pearl of pre-cum glistened at the head, a testament to the raw hunger that permeated the room. Ali's tongue darted out, a flicker of pink against his full lips, as he met Jacob's gaze. He knew what was coming, and he was ready. With a low groan, Ali opened his mouth, taking the swollen head of Jacob's cock in. The sheer size of it filled his mouth completely, stretching his cheeks. He savored the taste, the salty tang of pre-cum mingling with his own building excitement. Meanwhile, Austin, still kneeling between Ali's legs, hadn't stopped his duties. He continued to tease Ali's engorged 11-inch cock, his lips and tongue working magic that sent waves of pleasure through the Cuban's body. He cupped Ali's heavy balls in his hand, gently squeezing and massaging them, further fueling the fire that burned between them. The night blurred into a haze of sweat, moans, and the sound of their bodies slamming together. The three of them took turns, each one getting lost in the pleasure, pushing each other to the edge and then dragging each other back, their bodies writhing together on the bed. Hours later, their muscles were sore, their bodies drenched in sweat, their cocks spent and balls drained, and the sheets were tangled around them. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard, their chests heaving as they lay there in the afterglow of the night’s intensity. --- The next morning, the sun streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow over the three muscular bodies sprawled across the bed. Jacob was the first to stir, his gray eyes flicking to the clock on the nightstand before he leaned over, kissing Austin’s forehead. “We should grab some food,” Jacob muttered, his voice hoarse from the night before. Austin stirred, blinking up at him, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “Brunch?” Jacob nodded, glancing over at Ali, who was still sprawled out beside them, his massive body taking up most of the bed. “Think he’s up for it?” Austin stretched, his thick muscles flexing as he rolled over to face Ali, running a hand down the Cuban’s broad chest. “Hey, big guy. You hungry?” Ali blinked awake, a slow grin spreading across his face as he looked between them. “I could eat.” Austin smirked, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek before sliding out of bed. “Then get your hot ass up. You’re coming with us.” They quickly rinsed the cum and sweat off and loaned Ali some shorts and a tank top and were out the door. --- The soft hum of the ocean breeze drifted in through the open windows of the sun-soaked café where Jacob, Austin, and Ali sat, each of them working through massive plates of steak, eggs, and pancakes. The morning after their wild night had brought a different energy—less primal, more thoughtful—as they sat together, the conversation turning from the heated events of the night before to more personal matters. Ali, the towering Cuban bodybuilder, sat back in his chair, his deep brown eyes scanning the ocean as the sun glinted off the water. His massive 6’4”, 300+ pound athletic frame seemed to take up the entire side of the table, his broad shoulders brushing against the back of the booth. Despite the raw masculinity that oozed from him, there was something soft in his expression now, a thoughtfulness that contrasted with the raw, animalistic presence he had exuded in the club the night before. “You mentioned you’re a football player?” Jacob asked, cutting through a slice of steak, his stormy gray eyes flicking up to meet Ali’s. Ali nodded, his lips curving into a small smile. “Yeah, linebacker. Senior year.” Austin, his compact musclebound frame relaxed in the chair next to Jacob, leaned forward, his brown eyes curious. “You planning to go pro?” Ali chuckled softly, shaking his head as he stared down at his coffee cup. “Nah, man. I’m good, but not that good. Not NFL material, anyway.” There was a beat of silence as Jacob and Austin exchanged a quick glance. Jacob raised an eyebrow. “So, what’s the plan? What comes after football?” Ali sighed, running a hand through his thick dark hair. “That’s the problem, man. I don’t really know.” He paused, his voice dropping a little as he leaned forward, “I’ve been using football to get through school. My undergrad is in Psychology. I want to keep going—get my Master’s, maybe even a Doctorate—but grad school’s expensive as hell. Without football, I’m not sure how I’m going to afford it.” Jacob’s eyes sharpened, something in Ali’s words striking a chord with him. He set his fork down, his broad chest flexing slightly as he leaned forward. “Psychology, huh? You want to be a therapist?” Ali nodded, his expression softening as he spoke. “Yeah. I want to help people. I’ve seen so many guys in football, and in life, who don’t know how to deal with their shit—whether it’s pressure, identity, whatever. I just… I want to help them figure out how to be their best selves, you know? It’s something I’ve always been passionate about.” Austin’s brown eyes softened as he listened, nodding slowly. “That’s admirable, man. Not a lot of people talk about mental health in sports and for men in general. There’s this idea that we’re all supposed to be these invincible machines.” Ali gave a half-smile, his dark eyes gleaming with understanding. “Exactly. Everyone thinks we’re just supposed to deal with it, like nothing can touch us. But that’s bullshit. I want to break that mold. I want to help guys like us, guys who feel like they’ve got to keep it all inside.” Jacob leaned back in his chair, his gray eyes thoughtful. “So the only thing standing in your way is money for grad school?” Ali nodded, his jaw tightening slightly. “Yeah. Without football, I don’t have a scholarship anymore. And… well, it’s complicated.” He hesitated, running a hand through his dark hair. “It’s not just about the money, though that’s a huge part of it. It’s…it’s about proving something, I guess.” He looked down at his hands, the calloused skin a testament to years of hard work. “I grew up in Miami, son of Cuban immigrants. My mom… she’s incredible. Came here with nothing, alone and pregnant with me, she worked two, sometimes three jobs to keep a roof over our heads. She sacrificed everything for me. She always pushed me, told me education was the key, the only way to have a better life than she had. Football was my ticket, you know? A way to get a degree, make something of myself, make her proud.” Ali’s voice softened, a hint of emotion creeping in. “She always wanted me to be a doctor, or a lawyer, something respectable. Psychology… well, she doesn’t quite get it. She thinks I should focus on something more…stable. But I’ve always been fascinated by the way people’s minds work, why they do the things they do. I want to help people, especially guys like me, guys who grow up in tough situations, who don’t have anyone to understand what they’re going through.” He looked up at Jacob and Austin, his dark eyes meeting theirs. “I know it sounds corny, maybe. But it’s the truth. I’ve seen what can happen when people don’t get the help they need. I’ve seen the way it can break them. And I don’t want that to happen to anyone else.” He sighed, the weight of his circumstances settling on his shoulders. “So yeah, the money’s a big problem. But it’s more than that. It’s about honoring my mom’s sacrifices, proving to her – and to myself – that I can make a difference. That I can build a good life, a life where I can help others build good lives too.” Austin exchanged a look with Jacob. Something about Ali’s sincerity, his drive to help others, and the glimpse into his background, struck a deep chord within both of them. They didn’t know Ali well yet, but his honesty was refreshing, and his passion for psychology and helping others, especially given his background, was something they admired. They saw the fire in his eyes, the determination that burned beneath the surface. They both knew, instinctively, that this was a man who wouldn't give up easily. Jacob cleared his throat, his eyes locking on Ali. “You ever thought about getting some guidance on that? Maybe from some people who’ve been through the same struggles?” Ali raised an eyebrow, curious. “What do you mean?” Austin leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. “We know some guys who might could help. They’re a little older, been through it, and they’ve built something pretty incredible. They’ve got connections, resources, and they’ve helped guys like us figure out our paths when we weren’t sure what was next.” Ali’s interest grew, his deep brown eyes narrowing slightly. “Who are these guys?” Jacob smirked. “Two of our mentors. Hadi and Big Ryan. They’re not just bodybuilders—they’re entrepreneurs, leaders, friends. They’ve got a lot of experience helping people figure out their next steps, and they’ve got resources you wouldn’t believe.” Ali’s eyes widened slightly, intrigue flickering in his gaze. “And you think they’d be interested in talking to me?” Austin grinned, nodding. “Absolutely. They’re always looking to help guys who’ve got drive and ambition, especially if you’re committed to helping others like you are.” Jacob leaned in, his voice low, serious. “Look, we’re not saying this is some magic solution, but they could give you some guidance. Maybe help you figure out a way to pay for school, or even introduce you to people who can open doors you didn’t know existed.” Ali sat back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. For the first time in a while, there was a flicker of hope in his eyes. “I’ve never really had anyone offer to help me like that,” he admitted quietly. “It’s usually just been me, figuring it out on my own.” Jacob reached across the table, his hand landing on Ali’s thick forearm, giving it a firm squeeze. “You’re not alone, man. Not anymore.” Austin smiled warmly, his brown eyes softening. “You’re a part of something now, whether you know it or not. We look out for each other.” Ali took a deep breath, letting the weight of their words sink in. “I’d be down to meet them,” he said finally, his voice steady but laced with gratitude. “If they’re willing to talk, I’m willing to listen.” Jacob and Austin exchanged a satisfied glance, their decision made. “Good,” Jacob said, his voice firm. “We’ll set it up. And trust me—this could be the beginning of something big for you.” Austin nodded in agreement, his hand resting on Jacob’s knee under the table as he leaned back in his chair, smiling at Ali. “We’ll introduce you to Hadi and Big Ryan. They’re the kind of guys who can help you figure out exactly what you want to do and how to make it happen.” Ali looked between the two of them, a slow smile spreading across his face as he realized that this weekend had turned into something much bigger than just a wild night. For the first time in a long time, the uncertainty about his future didn’t feel so heavy. He wasn’t sure what meeting Hadi and Big Ryan would bring, but he knew one thing—he wasn’t going through it alone. “Thanks, guys,” Ali said quietly, his voice sincere. “I really appreciate this.” Jacob grinned, his cocky smirk returning. “Don’t mention it. Now let’s finish up this food. We’ve got something really cool planned in Miami, and we’re not done having fun with you yet. If you’re up for it?” -
Damn this had a great start and im sure he will explore his new body with so many many things
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THE SEAN SAGA - PART 1: Little Brother No More
SeanTheHungMuscleGod replied to SeanTheHungMuscleGod's topic in Stories
Chapter 4: Jonatan Thorson I hurried down the hallway and there was my girl Sarah, flashing me a big grin. "Hey there, big stud!" she chirped, planting a kiss on me. It was a nice little boost 'cause truth be told, I wasn't feeling all that big any more. "I like your house“ she added. "Thanks…" I mumbled. Small talk to keep the silence at bay. Anything to distract me from the looming humiliation. Any moment now, my younger brother Sean would stroll in, bounce his giant muscles and make me look like a fucking weak disappointment in comparison. How do you even explain to people, that your Highschool-muscleboy brother had already eclipsed his 21yo Muskel-Akademie-junior brother. Man, that thought made me cringe. I brushed the sweat off my brow as more folks started streaming in. My uncle, a giant military man entered the house, I introduced him to my girlfriend, and then Sarah and I saw a familiar face walk in after my him, my uncles son: Jonatan Thorson. My oldest and biggest cousin. Jonatan spotted us and his face lit up. „Yooo Billy-boy!" he hollered, dapping me up and pulling Sarah into a bear hug that had her blushing like crazy. Thank god that guy had a girlfriend. "Great to see ya two" Jonatan grinned, looking at Sarah, who blushed again. "Didn't know you were coming too“ he said, winking at her. "Kinda glad, to be honest. Thought I'd be the only college guy here. Feared this party would be full of kids or just the usual old family folks, ya know?". He was all smiles. Jonatan was also a Muskel-Akademie alum like Sarah and me, but being 24-years-old he was a senior there. And not just any senior. Jonatan was one of the best wrestlers the Academy had ever laid eyes on, and was the wrestling team’s current captain. He was one of the Academy’s biggest, strongest, best endowed and most popular seniors. And let me tell you, one glance at him was all it took to see why. With his short, messy brown hair, piercing green eyes, and a sharp jawline framed by a thick brown beard, and sporting a red flannel shirt, he looked like the biggest, hottest muscle-lumberjack you’d ever seen, The upper half of his flannel unbuttoned, Jonatan flaunted his massive muscle-chest, the deep muscle striations clearly visible despite the thick layer of hair. His jeans clung to his colossal quads like a second skin, and his giant donkey-dong bulge stretched his jeans so much, it looked close to bursting. Standing 7‘2“ tall, this towering beast cast a shadow over Sarah and even me. He looked bigger than ever, probably pushing close to 700lbs, if I had to take a guess. "Dang, Jonatan, you're looking massive, man!” I said envious. “Check out those pecs, Billy!" Sarah gushed, eyeing his chiseled chest. "He's prepping for the European-AlphaStud-Contest“ my uncle chimed in, having overheard the conversation, and proudly patted Jonatan's giant cannonball shoulders. "For real?" Sarah squealed. "Hell yeah, that's awesome, dude!" I chimed in. "He's gonna rep Norway and take that title home" my uncle declared. "You bet, Dad" Jonatan grinned back. The four of us grabbed some drinks, kicked back in the living room and Jonatan told us all about his prep and his chances at the contest. The betting sites had him as one of the favorites, and he was pumped to bring home the win. Sarah and I eventually snuck off to the kitchen to grab more drinks, leaving Jonatan and my uncle behind in the living room. In the kitchen, Sarah and I grabbed some beers from the fridge and started chatting. And that's when I heard it: That young, but deep and hypermasculine Voice: “Hey LITTLE brother!” I flinched, hearing Sean‘s deep, hypermasculine cocky voice behind me. I began to fumble around my words, barely even remembering the conversation I was in with Sarah. It didn't matter though, as she instantly lost focus on me, staring behind me with overwhelming interest. I took a long gulp and slowly turned around myself, seeing a huddle of people circle around my younger brother's flexing body. Sean just stood there with his chest pumped and bulging, wearing my biggest, most stretchy, oversized shirt. But on him, it looked like compression clothing. All the surrounding family members and friends pointed and stared, marveling at how fucking gigantic this Highschool-Muscleboy had become. Sean made a couple of small chest flexes, eating up all the attention like it was dinner. My biggest white oversized shirt clung to his huge epic Teen-muscle-tits, showing off their impressive curvature and deep striations, and thick, rock-hard nipples. I almost couldn't believe how fucking wide and huge huge his chest cage looked, seeing the shirt was practically lifted from his tiny waist, exposing a good couple inches of his huge bulging abs and tiny, glorious v-shaped waist. Down below though was the real show. His monster teen-cock and balls squeezed inside his wide grey joggers, creating a bulge so huge, that you would have thought the kid had stuffed two apples and a Pringle can down there. "…is that your brother?" Sarah stuttered. "…yea…" I mumbled. "How old is he?…" I turned back to Sarah, unable to even answer. I could see her growing lust as she bit down her lip, drooling at my little brother's incredibly hot bod and face. Turning back I watched him flex and flex, seeing his bulge grow even bigger. The little freak must have been totally getting off on all the attention. I looked back up at his smirking face, getting lightheaded as he stared right at me. Before I knew it, he began to walk towards me, bouncing his giant pecs in a show of pure dominance. It wasn't long though, I realized his gaze wasn't on me, but on my girlfriend instead. I turned back around, seeing Sarah stutter like some horny schoolgirl: "H..Hi.." Sean walked even closer. "Y... You must be Billy's older brother Logan?" Sarah asked. "Haha nah, Logan’s traveling. I’m Sean, Billy’s younger brother!" Sean laughed. „Wait, you‘re the one that just turned 18 yesterday? Y.. You’re only 18 years old?..." Sarah stammered. "Yeah! I just look older because of all my fucking huge muscles" Sean raised his right arm, flexing his thick bicep until it almost popped through the sleeve. “Aw yeah, check it out, so fucking huge!” he moaned, seemingly turned on by his own gigantic size. Sarah and I were totally dumbfounded, staring at my brother's thick mountains of muscle like the girls would in those muscle worship videos. To think that I hadn't even touched any part of his incredible body yet, and already creamed several times to it today… Sarah reached her hand out, like in trance, and grabbed onto his smooth hairless arm, rubbing her hand all over the giant basketball sized bicep. I heard her shudder in breath as she felt up his massive arm, knowing she must have been sopping wet over his display of Teen-power. Sean just grinned with self satisfaction as she fed him more praise. "I've never seen a teen this massive before.. Uhhh… your arm is so damn huge.." Sarah moaned. "Uhhh yeah, touch my fucking huge muscles! You ain't seen nothing yet, uhhh, check out my fucking chest!" Sean yanked his shirt up to his pecs. Sarah practically squealed seeing my little brother's ripped set of abs, each the size of a normal bodybuilders bicep, bulging like steel against his gigantic bulging, perfectly smooth muscle-chest. Like hypnotized, she took both her hands in drooling lust, rubbing all his rippled perfection. Sean crunched his torso in a display of strength, giggling at how dumb-founded my girlfriend had become. She moved like a total zombie, moaning, slowly rubbing her hands up to his colossal teen-pecs as he devilishly raised his shirt even higher. She then squeezed his heavy pecs, rubbing his hard nipples like some total muscle whore. Sean threw his neck back with a grin, groaning with pleasure. I looked down and saw his giant teen-cock pumping up, his already obscenely large bulge stretching out even further. "Uhhh fuck yeah! Presents!!" Sean suddenly yelled with excitement, marching past Sarah‘s lustful hands. I turned around and watched him strut over to the door of my old room. A huge blue ribbon was draped around the door and my dad, sister, and other family members and friends were waiting in front of it smiling. „What’s this?“ Sean asked and stopped in front of the door. I watched him look at the ribbon, then at my dad. „Your present!“ our dad Magnus said. Sean smiled, grabbed the ribbon, tore it apart with ease and swung open the door to what used to my room. „Your turned my room into a Gym?“ I exclaimed at my dad, staring inside the completely redone room. My entire room was now a gym, filled with massive weights and giant mirrors on the walls. There were benches, machines, bars, and a storage rack with tons of dumbbells and tungsten plates. My heart sank. He had actually turned my room into a damn home-gym. „I thought you didn’t really need this room anymore, Billy. You’re living at the Academy after all“ my dad said shrugging. „Yeah but you guys already got a home-gym in the basement here“ I complained. „Well, I thought Sean deserved one of his own“ I stared at my dad, seeing him smile proudly at Sean who was inspecting his new home gym like a kid on Christmas. „Aw fuck yeah! Damn, are those tungsten plates?“ he asked excitedly. „Yea, so you don't have to waste time loading so many plates on the bar“ our dad confirmed. “What are tungsten plates?” my girlfriend Sarah asked in my direction, without taking her eyes off my younger brother. “Weight plates made out of tungsten, so they’re like 2.5 times heavier. We got some at the academy too, fucking expensive though!” I explained angrily. Everyone relished on the awesome gift, giving the usual Oohs and Awes. Nobody seemed to even care that it had been my room. Instead they just cheered Sean on to show off his obvious teen-power, marveling as he grabbed two 250 pound dumbbells from the storage rack with ease, pumping them up and down like a pro. 21 years old and the biggest junior at Muskel-Akademie and I could barely lift 250 pounds once, and yet there was Sean, cranking out rep after rep like some total iron god. His biceps exploded with size, his pecs heaved bigger against the shirt. "Babe, your little brother isn’t just huge, he’s crazy strong!!!" Sarah exclaimed completely mesmerized by Sean, unable to take her eyes off of him. I didn't even know what to say back. Like everyone else I was intoxicated watching Sean lift. His precision in using the weights, his thick tall body, the size of his muscles, his cocky and insanely handsome, hypermasculine teen-face on top of it all. It was enough to boggle the mind, boggle reality, and it was far from being over. As Sean continued lifting like an animal, dad leaned over to his brother, my uncle. „Look at that bro! My oldest son Logan is already the reigning World-Musclegod, and now my youngest son here is going to be a fucking Musclegod too, guess my offspring is the more alpha!“ my dad smirked to my uncle. My uncle's face darkened with competitive anger, and I heard him scream across the room towards my cousin: „Jonatan! Show this little show-off teen what REAL strength looks like!“- 6 replies
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daddy muscle Ollie’s New Daddy Muscle God - Ch 66 | SS 2 EP24
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Chapter 66 – Season 2 Episode 24 Two years later, the world marveled at the Steele brothers' seemingly ageless perfection. At 52, Brock looked exactly as he had a decade ago, his fitness model physique defying time. "Dr. Steele, your anti-aging secret is the talk of Washington," a reporter pressed during a press conference. "Care to share your fountain of youth?" "Advanced biotechnology," Brock replied smoothly. "The same research protecting our troops will benefit civilian medical applications... eventually." Social media buzzed constantly about the brothers: "How do they keep getting hotter?" "Those muscles can't be natural at their age" "Still single? They must be secretly gay" Blake handled such questions with political grace during interviews: "My brother and I are focused on Earth's defense. Our personal lives remain private. Though I understand the public's... curiosity." He'd flex slightly in his tailored suit, redirecting attention to his physique rather than probing questions. In their private training facility, Ollie's body showed impressive progress. Years of specialized training had built lean, defined muscle on his formerly slim frame. "Getting stronger every day," Blake praised, spotting Ollie on bench press. "Need you ready when they arrive." Their intimate moments revealed other developments. Ollie moaned as Brock entered him fully, taking all eleven inches with practiced ease. "Remember when nine was your limit?" Brock purred, starting a steady rhythm. "Look how far you've come." "All that muscle training improved everything," Blake added, feeding Ollie his massive cock. "Such a good boy, taking both your daddies so deep now." Blake finally addressed the UN Security Council: "Five years. That's when they arrive. An alien force that's destroyed countless civilizations is heading for Earth. Everything we've built - the bunkers, the enhanced soldiers, the defense systems - it's all for humanity's survival." Global panic erupted. Markets crashed worldwide. Riots broke out in major cities. Religious zealots proclaimed the end times. But in their private sanctuary, they found solace in each other's touch. Pleasure offered temporary escape from the crushing responsibility of Earth's defense. Moans echoed through their private quarters as three perfect bodies moved in pleasure. Brock's thick eleven inches plowed Ollie's eager hole while his hands explored Ollie's developing muscles. "So tight for me," Brock purred, one hand sliding down to grip Ollie's hip while the other continued working his chest. "Love how your body responds to my touch." Sweat dripped down their bodies as Brock's pace increased. His massive chest pressed against Ollie's back, muscles rippling with each powerful thrust. "Need more," Ollie gasped, pushing back to meet Brock's movements. His hands reached back to grip Brock's thick thighs, feeling the raw power in each flex. Brock's massive hands roamed over Ollie's increasingly defined muscles as he drove his eleven inches deeper. "Getting stronger every day," he purred, squeezing Ollie's firm pecs. "These muscles developing so nicely. Feel how hard they're getting under daddy's touch." Ollie moaned around Blake's temporarily lengthened cock, now a full twenty inches of throbbing meat stretching his throat. His hands explored Blake's massive frame as Blake guided his touch, making his pecs bounce and ripple. "That's it baby, worship these muscles," Blake growled, his enhanced ass gripping and massaging Ollie's cock with expert control. Internal muscles rippled and squeezed in complex patterns. "Love how thick you've gotten... filling me up so good... getting stronger each day..." Blake's glutes flexed and relaxed rhythmically, each movement milking Ollie's shaft with precise control. His massive bodybuilder frame gleamed with sweat as he posed and flexed. Blake rectum contracted in spiral patterns, twisting and milking while Blake's powerful glutes bounced and flexed. Years of muscle control let him create intricate sensations - squeezing the base while relaxing the depth, then reversing the pattern. "Fuck, it feels so good." Ollie moaned as Blake's ass performed its erotic dance. The massive bodybuilder's rectum rippled like a python, undulating muscles massaging every vein and ridge of Ollie's cock. Blake's glutes flexed harder, the striations standing out as he demonstrated his perfect control. His internal muscles created suction, drawing Ollie's cock deeper while squeezing in waves from different angles. "Show him those biceps," Brock commanded, pinching Ollie's nipples. Blake raised his arms, peaks rising like mountains under Ollie's exploring fingers. Every fiber stood out in sharp relief as Blake guided Ollie's hands over the steel-hard muscle. "Twenty-five inches cold," Blake purred, making his biceps bounce. "Feel how hard they are... pure power for you to worship." "Fuck... so big..." Ollie gasped between worshipping Blake's massive member. His cock throbbed inside Blake's talented ass as those powerful glutes continued their erotic dance. "Love how you can make your cock so huge..." "Just for you baby," Blake growled, his twenty inches pulsing. "Love stretching that throat while your cock fills daddy's ass." Brock's hands traced every new cut and striation in Ollie's developing physique. "Getting more defined every week," he praised, thumbs following the valleys between muscle groups. "Our training paying off everywhere." Blake's internal muscles performed an intricate massage along Ollie's shaft as he flexed his entire body, putting on a show of raw power. His pecs bounced independently, abs rippling in waves. "Getting close... gonna milk that cock dry..." Blake's ass gripped even tighter, drawing moans from Ollie. "Cum for your muscle gods," Brock commanded, his thrusts becoming more intense. His hands roamed over Ollie's chest, feeling his heart pound. "Fill Blake's ass while I flood yours..." "Want every drop," Blake growled, his enhanced passage working Ollie's cock with expert skill. "Feed daddy that load while you worship this monster cock." Ollie cried out as Blake's ass contracted powerfully, triggering his orgasm. His cock erupted inside Blake's gripping passage as Brock pumped him full from behind. Each pulse drew another expert squeeze from Blake's internal muscles, milking him completely. Blake's temporarily enhanced cock pulsed, feeding Ollie an impossible load while his ass extracted every drop from Ollie's throbbing member. His massive frame flexed and shuddered with each burst. Just as they collapsed in post-orgasmic bliss, emergency alarms blared through the facility. Red lights flashed as screens lit up with urgent probe data. "No... not now..." Brock growled, pulling out of Ollie with a wet sound. Cum leaked from multiple holes as they rushed to check the readings, their bodies still gleaming with sweat and pumped from their session. Blake's cock returned to its normal impressive size as they moved to the monitoring stations, cum still leaking down his thighs from their interrupted session. “Look at these destruction intervals - they're getting shorter." he muttered, analyzing the timestamp patterns. Blake and Ollie moved to join him at the command center, their muscled bodies still gleaming with sweat and the evidence of their passion. The screens showed the alien fleet's trajectory in angry red lines. "They're accelerating," Blake realized, his biceps flexing unconsciously as he gripped the console. "The time between probe destructions has decreased by 47%. The pattern is unmistakable." "At this rate..." Brock's fingers flew over calculations. "Three years. Maybe less. Not five like we planned." "Could we warn our past selves?" Ollie suggested, his recently-fucked hole still quivering. "Use the temporal displacement chamber?" Brock was already moving to the time machine, but when he activated it, the usually stable quantum field collapsed instantly, crackling with disturbed energy. "Something's wrong," he growled, running diagnostics. His massive chest heaved with frustration. "The temporal matrix won't stabilize. It's like the fundamental laws of time travel have changed." After days of testing, a pattern emerged. "Look at these quantum readings," Brock pointed to chaotic data streams. "Something's affecting space-time itself. An artifact..." "They have technology that can disable time travel across the entire universe," Blake concluded grimly, his bodybuilder mass casting shadows over the displays. "No wonder they're so confident accelerating their approach." Within hours, Blake convened an emergency global council. World leaders gathered in their secured bunker facility as he laid out the situation, his perfectly tailored suit barely containing his massive frame. "The invasion timeline has accelerated," he announced, his powerful presence commanding attention. "Three years maximum. We need to implement contingency protocols immediately." New orders went out worldwide: - Accelerated bunker construction - Expanded soldier enhancement programs - Rapid deployment of planetary defense systems - Emergency resource stockpiling - Civilian evacuation planning- 191 replies
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Rise of a Sex God (Part Two Added 07/02)
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[11] Lucky me, I heard the familiar voices of those women from the other day. I slowed down and waited for them to round the corner. I heard my new favorite phrase, “Oh My God!” I smiled and the other one said, “He, He's even larger than last time!” “Yes, I am and still growing at that.” I said with assertiveness. They saw the pole growing under the sheet and like a few moths to a flame they had to examine. They couldn't believe what it could be until they felt the heat radiating off of it and touched it. Before they could devour it, I scooped both of them up. One on one arm and the other on the other arm. “Why bend over to kiss it when I can bring it to you.” I expressed as if it were trivial. They looked at each other and then at me and said it can't be that big until it started to rise and almost rose to the same level as their chin. They did have to bend over while sitting on my arms. Shit, if I flexed and they rose on my peaks it would be out of reach for them. But I let that thought sink in for a minute. I have 2 women sitting on my unflexed arms with ease. Granted they would fall off if I flex. My other 2 friends from the previous time came around the corner jogging and froze in their tracks, gawking at what was before them. A mammoth beast of a man, pushing godhood, balancing 2 women on his arms taking turns kissing and caressing his cockhead. I saw them and said, “Content time.” One was recording while the other was jacking off. Then I put the women down grabbed the guys and repeated the same process in reverse. One of the women had a tripod to hold the phone and suggested an orgy right here right now. I mean I did have a sheet as underwear so why not. Fully naked and down on the ground the 4 of them went into a frenzy. One was licking my balls, one was licking my shaft, another was kissing me on the mouth while I'm fingering them and the last one was just kissing my muscles. A few additional onlookers saw us. They mostly shrieked but couldn't stop watching. I think most of them wanted to join in but were just amazed at the sight of them and me. A few commented that it looked like I was getting larger. I could feel it too but of course they didn't mind. But after everyone had their nut, including the onlookers, I moved everyone off of me and stood back up. Yeah I could tell I was a bit larger, felt heavier, and was still sporting a raging boner. Everyone was laid across my former garment so guess I will have to head home in the buff, pun fully intended. Besides not that many people would be out still and even if there were an issue with someone who is going to be bold enough to say something to all of this. I began to walk home from my perspective but for others I was thundering home with my surprisingly flaccid cock swinging and enjoying the early sun rays. I apparently caused a few accidents from gawkers and it felt like every time someone said oh my god, I grew a bit more godly literally and physically. But overall nobody really bothered me but I'm sure photos are circulating. I even stopped and did a deep stretch that really showcased my cock with a yawn that sounded like a roar. Which really halted people in their tracks. I just shrugged and continued home thinking about how work would be tomorrow when I tell that prick Steve I quit.
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Switch in point of view from Sammy to Finn. Part 4. My 3-hour drive home from Sayre in north central Penna to Schenectady, just north of Albany NY is long and boring, especially for a Sunday evening. Snow and mountains and small towns. It’s dark, but the roads have been cleared of the snow from the past 2 days. My dark green 2020 Ford F250 all-wheel drive pickup is use to traveling in weather like this, so I’m confident I’ll be ok. I had gone to Sayre on Friday for an amateur wrestling match Saturday afternoon. It snowed the entire drive down and took me over 3 ½ hours to get to the Hampton Inn. I was exhausted, but happy to have made it in one piece. And that’s where I met him. Sammy, Bellhop boy, 8 inches of mass destruction. The very cute Hampton Inn manager with his brown hair with blonde tips, brown eyes, and infectious personality. He stands 5’9” to my 6’3” and weighs a light 160 pounds to my 285. He was so damn cute and nice and…I just can’t put my finger on it. The moment I saw him behind the desk in his unbuttoned black jacket, starched white shirt, black pants and black neck tie, I was taken. I could tell he worked out. The unbuttoned jacket hid his muscled chest, but it pressed against the shirt with every breath. I could see his small nipples poking the shirt and rubbing it as he breathed. The shirt was tailored and fit snuggly into his pants, which showed off his abs. I think he was taken by me as well, as he stared at me as I walked across the lobby in my XL neon yellow and black Uline Class 3 Hi-Vis Polar parka. We flirted with each other, although I think I did more flirting than he did. I just kept looking at him, so cute, and down to earth and…normal, that’s what it turned out to be. He was a just a normal guy, which is hard to find. I pegged him as playing for my team just from the way he looked me and this was confirmed later on, but at that first meeting I had to play it cool and not come on too strong, just to be safe. I smile, now that I think back on it, knowing he was playing it safe too. The weekend was a blast, getting to know and hang out with him. Having him in the first row for the wrestling match, and turning the heat up a few degrees every chance I had. Dinner afterwards was fun. Beers, shots, and carrying the little man back to my hotel room, where absolutely nothing happened as he had passed out by the time I laid him on the other queen-sized bed in the room. I watched him sleep for a while, just happy to have met someone normal. The next day, we met up again as I really wanted to get to know him. I’ve not been in any kind of serious relationship for a while, and not that I’m looking for one, but Sammy is just so down to earth. The massage he gave was out of this world and I really wanted to take another step forward with him, but he wanted to go slow. I get it. He’s not the type to jump into bed with a guy on a first date. I normally am not either, but something about him kept me excited and wanting to see him again. After the massage and the non-ending, I hesitantly asked if he wanted to meet again, thinking I had scared him off by sprouting a boner due to his massage, but he pleasantly said ‘yes’. I wanted to jump off the table, pick him up and give him a big sloppy, spit swapping kiss, while cradling his pert ass in my hands, but I held back, for now… He's off next weekend and agreed to come to Schenectady to meet me. The long-term weather forecast is calling for clear, but cold weather into next weekend, so no snow for now. I offered him my spare bedroom at my condo so he would not have waste money on a hotel. He was hesitant at first, but I coaxed him to stay, promising to be on my best behavior. I also let him know I would have to give him a massage so we can compare skill and techniques. I will say, for being a smaller guy, he’s got talent. I can see why he has so many 5-star reviews on Rentmassuer. Yes, we looked each other up. This is where one of my nicknames for him came from. Apparently, Sammy got a double dose of the dick gene and sports an 8 incher. I saw his profile pic and got hard just from that. This is going to be a hell of a long week for me, waiting for Friday. I arrive home around 8pm and send him a text as I promised to do. He was concerned due to the snow, and I get it. I probably would have asked the same from him. I start to unpack and run a load of laundry, when I hear my phone ding. I check the message and see he’s sent me a thumbs up emoji. I strip, to get ready for a shower to wash off the road trip home, and I take a look at myself in the bathroom mirror. I’m a big muscular guy, I know, but I try real hard not to overwhelm people when I meet them. I just a regular joe who works as a real estate appraiser. Any of my side hustles, bodybuilding, wrestling, massages, are just that, side hustles for money. I lead a low-key life, and want to keep it that way. I glance in the mirror and see a few of the bruises from the wrestling match. I tenderly touch them and find they do not hurt as much as I thought they would. I’ll pop some Aleve to help with the pain. I’ll definitely need to hit the gym tomorrow and do a lot of stretching, It’s also chest day. I think to myself, ‘Hmmm, maybe I need to switch up my routine this week so Friday is chest and arms day, just to be ready for Sammy.’ I do a double bi flex with my 21 inchers, and smile to myself. I start to sprout just looking at myself in the mirror. ‘Damn, not too vain are you’? I do a slow pec roll and then I’m at full mast. I walk to my king-sized, covered with a dark blue comforter and a quilt made by my Granny when I was lot younger than my current 31 years old. I remove the quilt, adjust the pillows and lay on my back. I grasp my unit and close my eyes. I imagine 160-pound Sammy straddling my waist asking me if his weight is too much. I wink and nod ‘no’. His hairless rock hard 8 inches resting on my hairy abs, his face one big smile. I smile back him and start flexing my arms for him as he massages my chest, rubbing my rock-hard pecs and then softly grasping my super sensitive nipples and rolling the tips between his thumb and index fingers. His voice softly encouraging me, ‘Come on Irish Muscles, show me what you got.’ His unit rubbing the valley between my concrete abs, warm pre-cum spilling from it readily, lubricating the area. I grunt and flex some more and he scoots back and bumps into my erect 6 ½ incher. He rubs his lower back against it and smiles to me. He coyly asks, ‘Is that for me?’ and winks. I flex harder and he tortures my nipples some more. He moves and stretches his body out over mine, laying on top, his legs spread wide over my hips and thighs, leaving his hole wide open for my enjoyment. His steel pipe trapped between us. I break my flex and wrap my arms around his lats and hug him to me, his face plastered to my pecs. He groans with pleasure, as do I. I move my hands to his lower back and then fondle his taut ass. My left index finger wanders to his hole. I slip the finger in and he coos to me, ‘Don’t be gentle, I can take it.’ I start to finger fuck him, prepping him for the main event. My finger continues to dip in and out of him. He’s moved his body and is now sucking my right nipple, lapping and licking as he moans. He raises his hips and violently pushes them backward, pushing my finger farther into him. He puts his arms near my lats and tries to slide them under my body. I lean up and they snake under me. He tightens his grip and moves his mouth to my other nipple, showing it the same tenderness, or lack there-of. I grasp my unit in my right hand and move the tip to his ready hole. I slide in, ever so slowly. He bites down on my nip, causing me to squeal, half in pain, half in pleasure. His grip becomes more intense, which causes his head to be plastered to my now sweaty hirsute chest. He lets out a low grunt as I lift my hips and bottom out, pushing into him completely. I start a slow pumping action and can feel his pre-cum spilling out into the valley of my abs. He tentatively moves his hips forward and back, letting me know he is comfortable with my presence inside him. I move my hands and grab him by his hips. I start to move him back and forth and he does not resist. After a few strokes, he pulls his hands from under my body, puts them on my sweaty, pumped chest, and pushes himself up so he is seated on my rock-hard dick. He smiles warmly, then winks at me. He lifts himself up on his bent legs and slams his full 160-pounds down onto my waiting hips. I fully impale him and grab his hips and hold him down on me. His eyes flutter shut and his grin becomes ear to ear. He keeps his hands on my obliques to steady himself as I allow him to pump my dick relentlessly. His dick smacks against my abs with every downward motion and pre-cum strings out from his tip to my abs. We continue our love-making. His smile is infectious. He moans to me in a deep guttural voice, ‘Come on little man, is this the best you’ve got.’ Another few savage pumps as he waves his hands over my hirsute muscular body and continues, ‘all these muscles and I’m doing all the work.’ He slams down and wiggles his ass from left to right. He balls up his left hand lets loose a punch to my right pec. I let the punch hit without flexing, just so I can feel the hit and let it stimulate me. I close my eyes and smile, saying, ‘Is that the best you can do Bell hop? You’ve got some muscles, come on, hit me like you mean it.’ He slams his fists down onto me again and throws some more punches. I roll my pecs at him and he gets angry. I open my eyes to see him put his hands together and he crashes them down onto my waiting pecs like an axe, once, twice, and then a third time. The pain and stimulation send me over the edge. I grunt and forcefully thrust my hips upward, lifting his little body up wildly. His hands immediately come to rest on my pecs for stability. I thrust again, then one last time. I roar as I unload into his tight ass. I feel his warm cum spray my face several times. I lap at it, tasting the warm saltiness. I open my eyes to find my load covering my chin, chest, and abs, but no Sammy. I smile anyway. Monday comes and my first assignment is in Saratoga Springs to appraise a hundred-year-old house on 50 acres with a barn for horses and a training track. Normally this is an easy job, except today there is three feet of snow covering just about every inch of the property. I make it to the property in about an hour, but pretty easily as the roads are cleared. I make sure I have my insulated boots on and the parka is snug. I’m also wearing insulated underwear and two layers of compression t-shirts. There is a steady wind from the west and frost bite is a definite possibility. Insulated leather gloves, Maui Jim sunglasses, and my now infamous gray knit hat with a green pom-pom round out my attire. The property owners are in Florida for the winter and left a set of keys with the real estate agent. She asked me to walk the property and confirm or adjust the value. They’re asking 3.5 million. It seems reasonable at first glance. I decide to inspect the barn first, then drive around the property, then the house. The property is secluded and is on a fairly flat piece of land. From Google maps, I see there is a frozen over stream at the north end of the property and a wooded area to the east. The house sits at the southern end. It’s a two-story brick colonial with some additions and updates. The attached garage has three bays. The barn is passed the house and is brick as well. I get inside the barn and find the horse stalls are all modernized. There is a trainer’s suite with a bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, and sitting area. It’s nicely decorated. The trainer is off the property today due to my visit. I inspect the rest of the barn and see a few deficiencies which I note and take pictures of. I walk outside and find the training track. It’s in good condition and the fencing is complete, no slats missing. I get back in my truck and drive to the back of the property on the muddy road. I check the fencing and look for anything which would be an issue. Once done there, I circle back to the house. I made sure to bring my extra pair of sneakers. I enter thru the mudroom and deactivate the alarm with the code I was given. I change into my sneakers and I put my laptop on the counter, flip on lights, and start to wander around. The kitchen has been modernized with Viking appliances. The flooring is refurbished Oak hardwood boards which are a foot wide. Most planks look to be 8 feet in length. The cabinets are cherry wood with glass panes. There is a large island with a built-in deep-well sink. I move to the dining room and see the hardwood floors are everywhere. There is a fieldstone fireplace on the outside wall of the room. I inspect the pointing and see it’s been updated. I make a note to ask how long ago. I see a small crack in the plaster on the wall, near the ceiling. I take grab my measuring tape, hold it up, and take a photo. I scan the other walls, but do not see any other cracks. I walk into the living room and see another fieldstone fireplace along the same wall. The hardwood in here is covered by an oriental area rug measuring 12 x 12. I don’t see any cracks in the plaster. I check out the windows and see the window wells are 18 inches deep and each one has a cushion for extra seating. The windows are new and the caulk is doing its job holding out the winter wind. I wander into the entryway and inspect the front door. It is cherry wood and is solid. There are windows on both sides of the door and they have curtains on each individual pane. The other side of the entry has a Great room and attached breakfast area. Hardwood flooring and another fieldstone fireplace. I note the hearth is brick, not fieldstone. I also see two of the floor boards have been replaced recently. I take photos and make a note to ask when. I do a quick run thru of the 4 bedrooms on the second floor and the attic area. The attic is not frigid indicating sufficient insulation. The bedrooms have the same hardwood. I note one or two spots with cracked plaster. The fireplace in the master bedroom has been retrofitted with a gas insert. I check the line and it seems ok. I head to the basement, find the gas line and see it is attached to an in-house propane tank. I check the inspection sticker and see it’s out of date. I take a photo and make a note as this will be an issue for any potential buyer. The basement has a Bilco access door to the outside. I check the stairwell and lock. I head back up to the main floor, make another quick check of everything, then sit down in the kitchen and do a quick write-up while there. While I start the computer, I do a remote start of the pick-up so it’s not frigid cold when I get into it. I upload the photos to a new file and pull up a blank appraisal form. I fill in the basic info for each room and my initial observations. Once that is done, I save the file, close the laptop, bundle back up, pull my boots back on, reset the alarm, and head back to my truck. I check my phone and see that took 2 ½ hours. Only 2 more appraisals today. I roll my eyes, praying the other properties are not as large. I pull up the next address and see it’s another farm, but only 30 acres and no barn or horses. I lightly bang my head on the steering wheel a few times with frustration. Not that the work is hard, but man, it’s cold out. As I finish up the last property for the day, I’m tired and chilly, but happy to be done. The properties tend to be higher end, but the last one was gratefully, a regular house. In and out in 45 minutes, and more importantly, only 20 minutes from my gym. As I pull into the parking lot about 5 pm, I see the normal January crowd is here. The ‘I’m joining a gym to get healthy crowd’. I chuckle to myself, but then remember I was one of those people once. I need to cut them some slack and be helpful. I check in, hit the locker room to get changed, then head up to the weight room. I pop in my ear buds, find a nice rocking Pandora station and get to it. I start with my normal stretching routine, which lasts about 10 minutes, then 5 minutes on the stationary bike. I decided to do a dreaded leg day, so this will be so much fun. I find an empty power rack and immediately put my towel and water bottle on the floor near it. I switch the bar to a new Rogue 45lb Ohio Power bar. I like the new grip they have, more comfortable on my palms and wrists. I grab a pair of Rogue 45lb competition plates and slap them on the bar. I take my size 14 Asics off, move into position, lean down, let the bar touch my shins, tighten my back, look up, and let my body do its thing with the deadlifts. Warm set of ten reps, add another 45 each side, another 10. Add 35 to each side, 10 reps, add 25, 10 reps. Strip the 35’s and 25’s and add 2 45’s to each side. Grab the Rogue Ohio lifting belt, slip it on, tighten it up, and stare at myself in the mirror for a second. Get in the zone, squat down, ass out, head up, push through my heals and explode up. Brain reminds me, ‘light weight for you, big guy, but don’t be stupid.’ I relax my body and move back down, remembering to push my ass out. I squeeze out 15 reps and can start to feel it in the quads and thighs. Add 25 to each side, grab the wrist wraps, and push out 10 reps, with the last 3 taking a bit longer. Pull the 25’s, and throw another 45 on each side. Get into position, re-tighten the belt, squat down, get the wrist wraps nice and snug, the concentrate on the movement. Push through my heals, using my legs, not my back to lift up, exhaling the whole way. I get to 5 reps and call it. I strip the bar, heft it onto the rack onto one of the highest rests due to my height. I toss 2 45’s on each side, move under the bar, open my stance so my feet are shoulder width apart. I stare into the mirror again, wink to myself, make sure the bar is not on the top of my shoulders, but farther back on my upper traps, and begin the squat. As my trainer says, “Ass to the grass, Finners.” I move downward and once my knees get to 90 degrees; I slow. Once they are just under 90, I stop, hold, then push up using my glutes and legs. I also remember, chest up, look up. At the top, slight readjustment of the bar, then do another 9 reps. Re-rack, add a 45 to each side, power through 10 reps, add a 25 to each side, 10 reps, strip the 25’s, add 45’s, pull on the weight belt, and do 5 reps. The last 2 are slow, so I know I need to back off. Pull a 45 off each side, then motor thru my last set with 10 reps, pushing the last 3. I rerack the bar a bit loudly and get a look from the cute blonde woman next to me. I mouth ‘sorry’ to her. She glances at me, gives me a once over, then shakes her head and goes back to her shoulder shrugs. I think to myself, ‘Don’t worry, you’re not my type either.’ I smile to myself and begin to strip the bar. I wander to the Arete leg press machine, but see someone is on it. I move to the machine next to it, the leg press hack squat machine, which always seems to be open, like the decline bench press machine. I load 2 45’s on each side, adjust the seat so it is as low to the ground as possible. I slide into it, place my feet on the press, about shoulder width apart, press up, release the safeties, and let the weight slide down, causing me to bend my knees and engage my thighs, quads, and glutes. My knees come to 90 degrees, then a bit lower and they are touching my abs and lower chest. I let it rest for a moment, then slowly press upward with my legs. Not the most glamorous exercise, but effective. I pump out ten reps, add two more 45’s to each side. Ten more reps, engage the safeties, then move my feet so my toes are at the bottom of the press. I do a set of 15 calf raises. Add a 45 to each side, do the quick math to realize I’m pressing only 337, not 450, smile to myself and pump out a set. Another plate to each side, another 10 reps. After a quick break and gulp of water, add the last 45 (7 plates each side), and push through 10 reps, with the last 3 slow and deliberate. I can really feel the burn in both legs, but thighs and quads. I check my phone and see it’s getting to 6:30, decide to call it a day. I do a quick set of bicep curls with the 75-pound weights, but manage only 15 reps. I frown to myself with slight disappointment. Back to the locker room, wash my face, remote start the truck, and gather my junk. Make it home without incident. Have the standard bodybuilder meal, chicken, rice, and broccoli. Boring, but it gets the job done. I want to text Sammy, just to say ‘Hi’ and see how things are going, but I know he’s working tonight, and I don’t want to bother him. Tuesday, Wednesday, same old, same old. Appraised a couple properties each day then hit the gym. It’s a boring routine, but it pays the bills. As I’m eating dinner on Wednesday, I get a text message from an unknown number. I know what it is and read it: ‘Good evening, Irish Muscles, I saw your ad on Rentmasseur and was wondering what the details to meeting you were, and if you have any availability tonight or tomorrow? Thanks, Ace’. It’s the generic note I get from random people looking for a massage. Since I’m free tonight and feeling social, I write back, ‘Hey Ace, good evening. Thanks for reaching out. Quick and easy, yes, I’m free tonight and the donation is $300/hour. I offer a full nude massage using a variety of techniques tailored to your needs. If you’re interested, LMK.’ I reread to make sure I’ve covered everything and send it. I start to clean up from dinner and move to the dining room table to sit and work on my laptop. Need to get today’s appraisals written up and sent off. Fifteen minutes later a new text comes thru from Ace, ‘Sweet. Do you come to me, or do I come to you? What times do you have for tonight? Is touching allowed? I see you’re very muscular, which I like.’ He included a smiley face emoji. I grin as I reply, ‘Ace, normally people come to my place. I can come to you, but there is an outcall surcharge. I’m free all night, LMK what works for you. Yes, respectful touching is allowed.’ I review and hit send. While I wait, I pull up my RentMassuer account and take a look at who has visited my page recently. I see a few visits over the past week, but there have been 3 today, all from the same person. I click on his profile to check him out. He’s put scant info on his page. He’s white, 45, weighs 200, average build. No picture. I also see his hometown is not in the area. Must be visiting. He messages back, ‘Ok, how does 9pm work? What forms of payment do you take? Is cash ok?’ I smile again. ‘Cash is fine. 9pm is fine too. Here is my address, please confirm. TY, Irish.’ I hit send. He’s back to me within a minute confirming. I send a thumbs up and smiley face. I check the clock and see I have just over an hour to get ready. I take a quick shower to wash off the gym and dinner. I toss on a tight-fitting short sleeve blue mesh compression shirt to show off the pumped bic’s and triceps, and black mesh gym shorts, no underwear. I go to the spare bedroom and set up the massage table, which is very similar to Sammy’s. I grab some towels and a sheet. I light an orange scented candle and dim the lights. I check the room to make sure it’s clean and that no pictures or other identifying items are present. I really don’t want people knowing my real name in this business. It just leads to complications, which I try to avoid. I turn on some soft music and head back down to the dining room. I continue to work on the unfinished appraisals. At about 8:55 there is a light knock at my front door. I open and see the gentlemen standing in the cold in a dark blue winter jacket and scarf. Gloves on both hands and he’s shivering. He has dress slacks and penny-loafers on. He has a baseball cap on, but no logo, just a generic hat. I cheerfully say, “Good evening, Ace, glad you could make it.” I smile, extend my hand and we shake. He still has his gloves on. I welcome him in. He takes off his jacket and I hang it up in the closet. He slips off his shoes and I lead him to the living room for a quick chat. I’ve come to realize most guys are very nervous in this situation, so a few minutes of talking helps calm them down. We sit on the three-section sofa, he’s at one end, I’m at the other, with my left arm draped along the top of it. Biceps and triceps on display. I catch him glancing at my arm often and think, nice, another arm guy, I should have some fun. I watch as his eyes drift to my face, then the tight shirt and finally my shorts. His eyes go wide for a second, then relax. He looks back at my face and smiles nervously. I tried to calm him by asking, “So, how was your trip over? Not too long I hope?” He nods, ‘no’. “Very nice. So, what brings you to Schenectady NY in the middle of January?” He glances at me. “It’s not the hottest destination this time of the year.” I wink at him. He stammers, “Oh, I’m here for work for the next few days. Figured a massage would help me relax a bit.” He ogles my body furtively. I clap my hands together and boisterously say, “Wonderful. I love when out of towners contact me. Thank you again.” I nod in appreciation and start to rise from the couch and turn to the steps. “Would you like a bottle of water before we start?” He shakes his head ‘no’. “Ok, would you follow me.” We head up. In the back bedroom, I usher him in, ask him to get comfortable, and leave him for a moment. I come back and he is naked, face down on the massage table. I toss a towel over his butt and glance as his body. Not bad for a 45-year-old. A bit pouchy, but he’s 45, not 25. Thinning black hair with flecks of white. I drop my shorts, strip off the t-shirt, grab some coconut oil, and get to it. I’m about half way thru and realize he’s said barely anything, but then, neither have I. I get it, some guys, just want the massage and what comes at the end. Others are chatterboxes and keep a constant conversation going. I have been asking how the massage feels, is the pressure too hard, too light, want me to do anything different? He gives me a few ideas and I incorporate them as I continue. I get to his inner thighs and use my hands to spread his legs apart a bit more. Time to get down to it. I continue to massage and stretch the muscles. His dick is trapped under his body. I decide to help him out. As I near his taint area, I put my right hand under his body and gently lift up, hoping he’ll get the idea. He does and he raises his hips up on his own. I grasp his firm unit and gently maneuver it so it is sticking out backwards. He moans at my touch. I leave his unit alone and work the muscles around it. I work down one leg, then up the other. I occasionally touch his unit, to keep him hard. I work back up his torso to his upper back. I move to the head of the table and am standing right over him. I begin to work over his shoulders and I feel his hands lightly touch my quads. He feels my warm taut muscular body and I hear him sigh. As his fingers caress my hairy legs, I pause the massage, and let my dick stiffen and expand. Once I’m at full mast, I push my hands down his spine to his ass. My body momentarily rests atop his, my chest beating, my unit right next to his face. I know he can feel it as he does a sudden inhale. I draw my hands back up his spine and our bodies separate. I slide my hands down again and this time I let my now sweaty body rest on top of his. The fingers of my left hand wander down into his ass crack, gently spreading it, and then to his rock-hard unit. The pads of my index and middle fingers run along his length, causing his body to squirm. He bucks his hips up a bit and I take the opportunity to full grasp him and softly jerk him a few times. I feel him twist his head and then feel his tongue lap at my lower abs and upper crotch area, which is right next to his face. Very slowly I rise from his body, but his face continues to lick at my body. I move away from him and softly say, “Ok, would you please turn over and I’ll work your chest.” He does and I do. His 5-inch unit juts out across his body covered in a gnarl of pepper and salt hair. As I move about his top side, I feel his right hand graze my leg. I move closer to the table and he moves his hand so it is flat against my leg. He moves it up and down over the sweat. Due to his warm hand on my body, my unit stiffens again. Not that I’m a clock watcher, but I glance at the digital clock I have on the dresser and see we have about 15 minutes left. I pour some oil on his belly and slosh it around. I ‘bump’ his unit several times to keep him hard, then finally grab it. He opens his eyes, which had been closed, and he sighs heavily. I look into his blue eyes and wink. He moves his right hand from my leg to my abs and chest. He stretches his arm to reach up. I move my body a bit closer so he has an easy reach. I start to stroke him with my left hand. I put my right hand on his balls and gently massage them. He moans again. He fingers tweak my nipple, then move to my biceps. I flex it as best I can, given that I’m stroking him with that hand. His fingers dance around the ball of muscle, then grab it, kneading the muscle as best he can. I stroke him firmer and harder, trying to pull his unit off his body. I can tell he likes it based on his deep guttural moans, and his fluttering eyes. His hand moves down my body to my abs and his fingers explore the canyons and crevices between each brick. He moans loudly and I feel his load travel up the short distance. His fingers latch onto to one of my abs and his cum explodes out, coating his chest and belly, and my hand. I jerk him a few more times to make sure he’s spent. He is. He smiles at me and I wink back. I ask, “Would you like a warm damp towel?” He nods ‘yes’, so I fetch one for him. As he is cleaning up, I pull my shorts back on. He puts the cloth on the table and stares at me, biting his lower lip. He wants me to flex, I know it, they all do. I close the distance between us, spread his legs, invade his space, take a huge breath, puff out my chest, and raise my arms in a double bicep pose. His hands come up and almost touch my body, but do not. He looks at me for permission and I nod ever so slightly. His hands move to grasp the mound of muscle on both arms. His warm hands squeeze and squeeze, but I keep the muscle solid. I have yet to find someone strong enough to dent my muscles when they’re flexed. His face nears my chest and I lean forward a bit more. I feel his tongue scrap against my left pec, then my left nipple. I move half an inch closer and his lips close around it. He suckles me. My unit grows achingly hard in my gym shorts. His hands leave my arms and wrap around my lower back, pulling us together. I put my left hand on the back of his head and push it into my chest. He continues to suck and lap my nip. He moans and releases his hold on me. He starts to lovingly kiss my chest. After a few minutes, he pulls back and looks at me with a flushed face which shows nothing but gratitude. I put my left hand on his right shoulder, give him a soft squeeze, and wink. I leave the room to give him some privacy. When I return, he is dressed. We chat for another minute as we walk down the steps. He slips on his shoes, grabs his jacket, reaches into a pocket and pulls out an envelope. He opens it, counts out the money, and hands it to me. I accept the money. I say, “I hope you had a nice time.” He nods ‘yes’. “I hope you stop by again when you’re in the area.” He reaches out to shake my hand and I pull him into a bro-hug. Our bodies come together and I can feel he is hard again. He’s going back to his hotel to shoot another load.
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Chapter 19: THE most catastrophic morning of one‘s late summer After all those things Jonas had been experiencing with his truly strange bear, Marcus would have never thought of passing out and awake feeling so strange laying there. Seeing lots of earth instead of that hut and fresh open air all around him right instead of the room, he wakes up and sees his TITANIC body laying there with only a fraction of his body inside the wooden left-over shed. He tries to see as many details as possible. Marcus then shyly but BOOMLY asks: "H-HELLO?“ A very familiar but also strangely high-pitched voice answers him in a very confused tone. It’s Jonas voice. "Helloooo~?!", he yells and asks: "What happened to you?“ Both feel like they haven't had any human contact for god knows how long and still must have fucked up everything in the biggest possible way – literally. "Please, you gotta help me out! I can’t move!", he admits. Blinking and flexing his eyes, Marcus groans in confusion. "UHM... I ALMOST CAN'T SEE ANYTHING!", he thunders and steps closer, slowly realizing everything looks like it has been modelled small… He gasps as he realizes what the whole area he is sitting in once was. The voice couldn't move an inch and almost screamed in agony but was only greeted by Marcus’s giant voice telling him everything is fine. Getting up and moving the small guy to the rest of the living room, Jonas feels his heart beat crazy fast. Seeing that mini little boy of a hunk makes Marcus recoil for a second each moment. "WHY YOU ARE … WHY YOU LOOK… YOU LOOK SO TINY! MY FINGERS ARE TALLER THAN YOU!", Marcus muffles. "Been asking the same question in vain, man ...", Jonas answers confused. Then there is one hell of a strange reason to laugh as he freed his love effortless out of a stuck situation made of furnaces. Looking up A LOT to Marcus thankfully, Jonas looks around and must agree. He is SO MUCH bigger indeed. “DUDE… WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME, HAHA?!”, Marcus laughs warmheartedly. Glancing down at his love again, Marcus just fancies his “little kid”: “AWWW, MY LITTLE BOY! YOU ARE SO CUTE!“ Marcus can’t help himself but to laugh out hard. Jonas’s cute thin and almost insignificantly feeling figure rages around and “punches” Marcus lower body, which towers the double over him. “HOW DID WE GOT HERE? WHAT IS THE LAST YOU REMEMBER?“ Jonas then must admit he can’t remember either at first. But after a while, he summarizes: “Uh… yeah… we had our lovely moment, we went to the bedroom, I fucked me senseless and I… I-uh…“ Marcus helps out: “I RECALL I GREW A LOT RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU. THE BED WAS GROANING AS I GOT BIGGER AND BIGGER… AND THEN… GOD, I AM HUGE, MAN!“ Both just stare at each other. But there is something odd as both don’t feel IT. All the magic is gone. Both wished things to be normal but neither small Marcus nor now gigantic Jonas are changing at all. Marcus can’t change a single thing. “What the hell?!”, he blinks as he really tries to embrace his power. He needs some more moments to realize that something changed – maybe for ever… “THAT WAS THE LAST THING I WANTED TO HAPPEN!”, he states, starting to get really unhappy. Marcus hits a facepalm to himself and just screams: “I HATE ALL THIS! ALWAYS WISHED THIS POWER WOULD GO AWAY AND NOW-”, Marcus RUMBLES and realizes what he lost in good and bad. Jonas doesn’t need their bond to feel Marcus’s world suddenly breaks apart as he sees what he “did wrong” to Marcus. Jonas tries to justify himself: “Nononono! I was so happy I wished YOU to grow huge instead of me! I gave you my size! I wanted to make you massive and show you how powerful you feel … and I wanted to fuck you again… and now …” Marcus wonders why Jonas is so rueful about all these things so suddenly. To him, Marcus must have wished too to be the protector. And not every day a couple literally reaches a point of no return in their relationship. “Losing our bond and all this power must be truly scary to him. He must have wished things to not change again after I probably took all he could have had.”, Jonas figures and values that he practically always was the one who guided his beloved grown giant, who’s THUDDING footsteps approach him. Anyway, Jonas is so utterly apologetic that he ends with: “I RUINED your life! I just can’t think how I even could make up for it and-” Marcus interrupts his love with a creaking shrug, grabs him gently and hugs him deeply to tell him something. He kisses him lovingly and openly tells him that he never felt more loved. “I KNOW, LITTLE ONE. AND I WILL FORGIVE YOU. ALWAYS.”, he states so honestly that Jonas loses his words – not just because all that whale-full voice shakes his body. “YOU KNOW… I ONLY HAD ONE REAL FEAR: THAT SOMEONE IMPORTANT TO ME DIES.“ Regardless of what both now thinks the other wished for; Marcus admits he panicked after he ballooned. After all, the last thing Marcus wanted was to hurt someone. They hopelessly love each other – now more than ever. Marcus didn’t mean to repeat mistakes of the past and just had to take all the risk, even though it might have meant to have their probably biggest wishes coming true the opposite way. “He might have forgotten that I’ll always accommodate to him…”, Jonas lovingly gains his different point of view – literally, as he not just sees all this upscaled body as the proof of how much he was but still is willing to just be – for Marcus. To him, Marcus becoming Jonas’s giant was the only way to save him. Nobody knows whether once 30ft (10m) and now 60ft (20m) of man would achieve that but anyway… Jonas’s ever-wished big man’s role probably ought to just be a gentle giant – giving all those hugs, guiding advice and love to share regardless of his size. Nonetheless, Jonas asks himself why the wonder of their relationship ever existed in the first place. Maybe both were never meant to be giants but rather to supersize their bond and grow their inner value of being human. Whatever it might be. Jonas can feel that their bond had a deeper purpose. Not just to have fun by fulfilling physical wishes, but maybe also to help themselves. Well, who thought that just a small wish would have so gigantic consequences … ---- FIN Let me know what you think. ;)
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Chapter 18: Legendary fuck in most grow-tesque times Noticing Marcus’s balls slowly swelling with each hour, Jonas FEELS how much heat Marcus is producing. It was funny he could stay naked all the day without thinking about the heat or coldness outside. Not to be able share that pure cloud-seven-ed behemoths’ bliss, Jonas asks himself what else he could do. Marcus even seems like out of this world. What should Jonas do? There STILL is a MONSTREUS amount of man in front for him that might need release from the looks of those sitting balls ever so slowly expanding with cum… Being STUFFED to the brim and knowing that Marcus’s body would do whatever he wishes, Jonas knows Marcus would agree on whatever he wants to do, no? “Uh… big guy… I have seen the damage you do with simply jizzing nowadays. If they grow any bigger… uh… Shall I release you?” As an answer, Jonas feels a new wave of heat while touching the skin of that true POLE throbbing and suddenly pumping mugs of pre in front of him. “Hon~? Would you wanna show me how much you cum?”, teases Jonas. Marcus grunts and seems like eye-rolling constantly. Looking at the fountain of a cock that’s big as a tree trunk, Jonas gets a dirty idea as he really just HAS the perfuckt chance to do some weird sex. “What if-”, Jonas whispers and takes his own raging dick, which is just… big to normal standards. You know. Maybe 10inches around and in length. Nothing special here. Dragging this huge manhood to one side, Jonas then moves himself onto the slit of Marcus’s giant prick and pushes just a bit. Marcus growls in a ruff way, telling Jonas that the humongous cock can take it – it might be painful though. Jonas decides to be gentle. Continuing his idea pushing deeper into the entrance of Marcus’s dickhead, Jonas comments: “Hmmm. If you enjoy yourself so much-” He jerks the head and gets full mast inside Marcus’s cock. “Then, I think, I will-”, Jonas continues firmly and feels his ROCKHARD cock inside Marcus’s. Both pulse against each other, making feel Jonas incredible as the constant slow stream of cum moisturises everything perfucktly. “HUh… gonna have some FUN!“ With the last word, Jonas pushes deeper into the tight hole, blocking the stream and moaning in unexpected pleasure to cause some more swelling. Jonas decides to keep pushing in further… and further and FUTHER. Inches fuse, cock in cock, making Jonas feel he is leaking too in the air-sealed and balls-upfilling canal. The pulses in front of Jonas magnifies the deeper he pushes in. He roars in his own pleasure and suddenly doesn’t care anymore. He begins to fuck and pound his beast’s cock and barely recognizes that those balls swell faster. Keen to get it going, Jonas hornily starts intensifying things and holds against the giants’ legs. A bit later and to Jonas’s surprise, a massive hand slowly reaches down to the beasts gigacock. Just a moment after, the beast begins to powerfully jerk his and therefor their throbbing dicks together. Marcus moans loudly as he feels that his hand can’t even grab halve of his slowly enlarging member. Jonas fucks him even more hornily and roars: "OH BOI, YOU MAKE ME SO HOT!” Marcus massages Jonas’s cock with his now enlarging hands as he jerks the full length. Jonas feels damn well while those balls reach a full two meter in height and bulge past Marcus’s knees. Marcus’s body truly looks absolutely pumped in these moments. Especially his nuts never made contact with his knees before. Just the staring at Jonas’s cock jolting almost up to his big pecs, outmatching with the size of his own head, makes Marcus unwantedly horny. All of this while he had grown an even fuller beard to promote his view even more. His even more giant cock makes Marcus moan in pain of not cumming and basically rumbles about how much his groin is ACHING. Simultaneously, Marcus’s incredibly swollen nuts must be the reason Marcus has such a huge boost in energy. “Why don’t you just cum then!?”, Jonas pants and feels like he has to go first – so he does. Even though he knows what probably will happen now, Jonas FILLS lots of CUM into Marcus. To horny to even care he fucks his bear wildly and even deeper in his prick. Suddenly a MASSIVE wave of growth starts at the base of this cock. Jonas can SEE it swelling slowly from the base the top. It gets WAAAY heavier. It’s five metres from one end to the other end of the room, it enlarges even BIGGER. It bends so heavily it lays onto the floor. At the top with Jonas on it, it slowly grows and crawls up the wall. The sudden bending by 90° made Jonas slip out and suddenly lay on the shaft that he could hug with his WHOLE BODY. Jonas just DOES and sees the thing slowly creeping up to the ceiling first but then falls to the side. Marcus just MOANS and pants oddly. When a massive shot shoots Jonas against the outer wall, he yells in surprise. That wakes Marcus up. He strangles his cock to stop the flow and save Jonas from getting shot not only through the wall but maybe against trees. The pressure was raising dangerously fast for moment. Marcus huffs relieved he could save his small lover from getting hurt some more. Finally, Jonas see Marcus’s eyes open again. Dizzily, Jonas huffs: “Finally back from heaven?” Marcus smirks as he already struggles holding his dick. “HHHH. OH BOY, I AM REALLY HOLDING BACK RIGHT NOW…”, Marcus thunders in exhaustion and growls at Jonas’s sexy look. Marcus whispers very softly and endlessly pleased: “Guh… Honey-hhh! I am so… so… hoooh… I feel something I can’t even describe! I’m so lost in it I-” Jonas would do anything by now to solve this madness. But it would solve itself for a change… Jonas then can’t believe it when this giant cock thickens and lengthens in front of him – pushing him back. The pole soon is thicker than his body. The hunk jerks the monster-bear with his hands from the other side, not being able to fully grab around the dickhead with his feet as it finally is getting filled with even MORE blood and even lifts Jonas up from the ground. Additionally, something slowly first brushes past Marcus’s, then Jonas calves. Jonas suddenly realizes Marcus’s nuts swell quickly. They go even bigger and start pumping stronger streams of cum against his cock. Jonas then just can’t believe it but to feel those hairy pulsating balls unmistakenly swell up to his thighs. They undeniably passed the size of a little bouncer castle by now. Jonas notices a very lazy but loud gurgling. Touching those balls in that combination now make them gurgle and swell against his touch even more. “Dude! Do you even know what sizes you are growing up to?!”, Jonas blurts. Jonas looks up to him and see those BEGGING eyes. Marcus suddenly moans loudly and pants deep. Both can smell the man-boo spreading aggressively. “Oh... my...”, mutters Jonas. Then both feel Jonas’s get slowly dragged upwards. “FOOOCK”, Marcus groans and gets squeezed in-between the wall, the ceiling and all four walls. His already front-rotated shoulders from one end to the other end, his legs curling up already. The bed totally crushed below him. The SEE of cum literally is worthy to put on boots now. Marcus grins as the spurt fades out, feeling the huge hands run up and down his pits now. But he’s it not done at all… “AM I BIG ENOUGH?!”, Marcus THUNDERS. “NO, BOAR, BUST THE HOUSE!”, Jonas just rumbles, totally charmed and ACHING for this MONSTER to BURST. He wants to see his bear grow his incredibly large balls - showcasing those widespread legs and fully room-filling meat. The almost unmentioned best thing is had entered that moment: Both have no more space to go. Marcus is THREMBLING when he begs his love to come on his lap. Each time breathing, something was swelling further beyond anything Jonas knew. But there was Marcus, PANTING in bliss and CRAVING but waiting for something. Everything around is sheer creaking because of his MONSTREOUS power released. But something still stops Marcus. Jonas feels his fear despite his DESPERATION to grow TITANIC. Jonas wonders how it could be him, holding himself back. The bond doesn’t tell thoughts – only feelings. FEAR and LUST in this very moment. But he can already guess pretty much what’s on Marcus’s brink of mind. Would he explode now too? “HhHON, INNEDA TELL YOU SOMETHING!”, Marcus BOOMS. Jonas hears: “I AM AFRAID.” They make eye-contact after Marcus suddenly begins to hyperventilate – quickening all the growth unwantedly. Feeling Jonas small hands on his face, his love turns him to his smile. “Bear~?”, Jonas suddenly asks. “HMM?”, the bear growls back in most desperate but sexhungry tone. “Do you want to grow for me?”, Jonas whispers teasingly. They still intensely stare into each other’s eyes. Did Jonas really just ask that Marcus when he is not in trance? Marcus couldn’t believe it. Jonas senses that. Dissonance between them make their flesh dangerously boil but none cared. Jonas finally embraced his wish and Marcus isn’t believing him. It makes their wishes RUB – endlessly. Marcus knows only words could safe him now. He is about to explode – he can feel it. But there suddenly is the only thing ever in doubt but never being stronger for once: Trust. TRUST and LOVE. Jonas admits to himself he felt reluctant to this. He knows Marcus did to. It was Marcus who was afraid and denies this. But Jonas knows what to say: “You know WHAT? YOU are the BEST FUCKING thing in my LIFE! DO what you can do BEST! GROW for ME!” The energy inside Marcus’s body focusses on GROWTH – more than EVER. Both FEEL their wish would finally become real: MARCUS – the BIGGEST, STRONGEST ever PROTECTOR of Jonas – the beloved! “GROW MORE FOR ME, DADDY. BEAR, GROW AS BIG AS YOU CAN!”, Jonas moans his allowance and YELLS: “DO IT FOR ME!” “FUCK YES!”, Jonas HEARS with ringing ears. More than happily to obey, both instantly feel it happening with massive HEAT first going down again but something else building up. A full minute of them staring into each other’s eyes and them kissing happens… There. Jonas slowly experiences Marcus blowing up bigger and bigger. There is suddenly a soundly BUMP in front of him. Marcus’s head just hit the roof and creaks a hole into it. Struck like a drunken man, like squished with massive tits - which Marcus is on his best way to provide – Marcus suddenly presses Jonas with his DICK alone against the wall. Jonas tries to get away, but he is LOCKED in. Not knowing whether Marcus will be growing even quicker from just the touch now, he suddenly hears the giant ROAR: “DADDY’S GONNA BUST THIS SHITHOUSE FOR YOU!” Jonas stops with Marcus’s statement. One maybe both haven’t seriously thought through until this very moment… In fact, that thought is so specific to Jonas that there is something special about imagining Marcus busting through the ceiling. Marcus’s house of retreat from a long gone of a single-story building is undoubtedly cheap. However, saying the least, Jonas loves the fantasy more than he could admit. Best thing is both don’t even care what happens to the cheap house. Especially because both wish Marcus to be EVEN BIGGER. Jonas grunts in anticipation and forms a new idea – stupid, maybe even the biggest fantasy yet. Marcus whimpers while he moans. He shudders in anticipation whilst his massive body bulges out centimetre for centimetre ever so slowly… Marcus’s then following sudden words seem like a warning: “OOOhhh! BEAR GROOOOWS!“ That sudden deep thundering makes Jonas cum endlessly. With that Jonas feels a sudden bump against his body. Marcus’s WHOLE body thickens and thuds and thuds and THROBS bigger in mass with each time Jonas shots a load. That with a whole new level of alpha musk attacking Jonas – making a whole new experience by stunning him. Feeling like all of that action and the unnatural huge amounts of cumming – happening all those minutes – multiplying … Another HUGE spurt’s coming and not going to stop any time soon. Suddenly, there is that surprised YELP from the beast as after but a sudden BUST. This is the moment in which a MASSIVE explosion occurs. Marcus suddenly shoots through the roof and burst out of all four walls. The spurt is even SO rapid and intense that is sucking most of their lifeforce, resulting in a surprisingly quick shortage of air, which makes both suddenly go out like a light in the storm…
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Chapter 17: Grow for me Sunrays are burning in Jonas’s eyes when he awakens between Marcus’s immense legs. He can’t believe his eyes. HUGE thighs are around him. He slept on something warm. It slowly breathes below him. A familiar snoring RUMBLES through the room. It massages his body. He first thinks he awakens on top of Marcus’s belly, but he glances some more around and hears a slow sloshing. Jonas realizes what that hairy mass below him is and feels incredibly small on balls which rest like an air-lovebed below him. Standing up, Marcus’s legs get up to his waist and SHIT are they THICK. But how was all this possible? Or was it just a dream? Heads up, he sees the second floor above them and the actual roof. He doesn’t need an explanation. He truly was giant. He broke through the ceiling. And Marcus somehow still leans against the wall. Apropos Marcus: Jonas takes a few steps back and must get the whole picture in. He needs to stumble to the very wall he once sat against. He can see the heavy imprint on the floor. “Shit… This was all me…”, he realizes. But what’s in front of him is so much worse. Sitting alone – Marcus’s feet almost reach up to the very other end of the room. He DOUBLED in size. Thus, it was logical his head was more than level with the small second floor. And this view again is mind-blowing to Jonas. Marcus truly grew past his imagination: A 30 feet giant. 10 meters of bear beef. All for him to enjoy. Moving around in the room – most of it is damaged. Creaks are all over the room. He must know how tall he is. He walks to the door and just gasps. He less than his wished 7 feet and less than his used height of 6’9 he is. He must be 6 foot tall now. “Wow…”, he huffs. Now THIS is what it feels like to be small. One side of his mind says: “180cm isn’t small, dude… You were just fucking tall all along.” Jonas other side of his brain – happy to be able to answer again – returns: “Well, okay, but look at that… BEHEMOTH right there. Is there even a fantasy monster this size?” Jonas brainstorms for a second. “Well, he isn’t bigger than the Cristo Redentor – the statue of Rio De Janeiro but… Fuck, still almost as big as Statue of Zeus at Olympia! I watched a documentary recently and… well… The figure measured 13m tall (42 feet), 6m wide (21 feet), and its perimeter was 13m (43 feet).”, Jonas thinks and adds: “Look… Marcus, you are big as Zeus! You could fuck them all just like him!” He grins stupidly and feels ins bliss to have a boyfriend this huge, this powerful. He wants to play with his giant, but Jonas suddenly feels and hears his stomach growl. “Mnnh… Didn’t miss that one…” Marcus, who was still sleeping like a Monster on hold, has to wait. “Continue to sleep, big guy. I’ll get us breakfast.”, Jonas mumbles and is glad that the rest of the hut is mostly intact. Bills will be crazy, but he can’t care right now. His belly is growling like he hasn’t eaten in days. He then eagerly preps a snack, devours and jolts in joy of tasting all this. He loves his belly filled with food. He decides to cook some more and wonders about the growling in the next room. Of course, it’s BIG and loud - it must be Marcus. “Maybe he is smelling the food.”, Jonas guesses and goes on to cook. He snacks some more and mumbles: “This will not suffice in the slightest… but I want to feed his belly at least a little bit.” He prepares a whole bowl of food to scoop down that huge gullet… ---------- Nourished and ready to feed the beast, small Jonas stumbles over to Marcus, climbs up those mountains of muscle and fat and grins. Marcus is still dreaming, drooling like a pig and snorts. Jonas lovingly kisses his cheeks. There he notices how huge Marcus is. His lips aren’t even enough to smouch Marcus’s nose. Holding the bowl, he lovingly opens the giants’ mouth. “Open up, big guy.”, he says. He shoves it all into his mouth – filling maybe half of it. He himself would have needed four plates and quite some time, so he just wows at the dimensions. THIS was size difference! As the giant wont just swallow, he adds a magic word to his ears: “Feeding time!” He grins widely when he pushes up this huge skull and watches all this food drop levels lower. Marcus pants happily. Jonas feels through their bond it was tasty. After all he knows his taste. Curious what happens next, he feels the mountain still sleeping but making new sounds. A gurgling below him – the bear belly gets into gear. It gets quite the intense ASMR at first but shouldn’t just end with a beasty fart. A growl and a moaning plus quite the bubbling adds to the scene. Jonas wants to know what happens, climbs down for a moment and sees the belly expand - getting full again. Getting next to him, he pats this huge man’s belly from the sides. His shoulders towering above him and his musky pits filling the room with quite the door. “You are loving this, huh?”, Jonas grins and adds: “Yeah, grow it for me.” And there, Marcus’s belly gurgles intensively and swells by two good meals. “Shit, boy… Just look at your huge body. Shoulders are pressing against the walls; your belly looks like you are pregnant with two babies. You just sit there and are bigger than this whole room. If I don’t know it better, you are fucking 30 feet tall…”, Jonas huffs and tells his story how it felt to be this big. “I hope you feel better than I did…”, he ends and watches Marcus. He is a bit disappointed Marcus doesn’t wake up. “Want me to play with your huge body? Just don’t crush me then. I am smaller than usual.”, Jonas says and at least gets a positive growl as an answer. Riddling how Marcus can perceive him but be completely out at the same time, Jonas explores Marcus’s huge pits. He licks them clean because he likes it so much. His licks go further and travel all over Marcus’s huge upper body. His shoulders, his belly and then his nipples. There, Jonas has a devilish idea. “Hehehe, you know I can just not… stop myself to tease you if you continue sleeping, do you?”, Jonas huffs and caresses and stimulates Marcus’s nips – which are bigger than his fingers. Jonas wonders about one fantasy. “Do… you… uhm… ever have tried to try lactation? It needs lots of preps but-”, Jonas begins but then blurts out a “Uuugh-WHAT?!” Small droplets of milk leave Marcus’s boobs. Jonas just has to taste. “Fuck… boy, this is the most delicious milk I have ever drunk. Can you… make more?”, Jonas mumbles. A new kind of gurgling happens. Right in front of him, sitting on the giant belly, the pecs grow. Feeling them push against his hands, the first feel firm and fatty but slowly get bubbly. The little dripping down the giants’ packs grow to a little stream. Jonas just has to swear and drink Marcus dry… A little later, Jonas’s belly is full of milk. The stream subsided a bit and the ballooning boobas lost their reason to grow and shrink back. Jonas squeezes the rest out of them and grins: “Shit, Marcus, I never knew you could give back this way. I love you so much!” Jonas continues to worship Marcus, playing with his feet, feeling up his muscles and repeats: “Grow them for me…”, getting stunned that Marcus could grow his body so precise and still look symmetrical… At the end, Marcus looks like the biggest bodybuilder with a roidgut taken out of morphs on the internet. Jonas didn’t even notice that all of this amplified the testosterone level inside Marcus. Each single wish doubled his need to cum. It was the same torture as the ghosting back then - just that Marcus can’t defend or release himself. Only at the end, Jonas notices with a surprised laugh: “Oh… look at THOSE balls. You just sit there, your balls were a rather flatbed to me … but now… oof… ballooning round down to your knees and lifting that monster cock up.” But then, there is that question… He could still service his love, no?
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Chapter 16: Take and give Just ogling around and at themselves both have filled out all the space in that room. The second floor close to their heads, there already is so much destruction. Their bedroom is simply mashed objects. Laying below him, there is Marcus – filling the bedroom from one side to the other with his shoulders. Kneeling, his feet reach the other side of the room. Laying on top of him and kneeling over Marcus, he also reaches the walls with his feet. His unbelieving yet thunderous voice surprises Jonas himself while he glances around. Not just Marcus grew a lot, but he himself. And that way beyond his own dreams. This time he grew to … what(?)… 5/4 of Marcus mindboggling 15 feet?! Quick math and that’s almost 20 FEET in height. He really grew to 6 meters in height! This is like triple his old size. And from his viewpoint, Jonas looks like a ridiculously tall and cut bodybuilder with a dick that just has no description besides: “Bear-filling and incrediblly huge”. Jonas is scared to even look down at their manhoods. His own vanished inside Marcus but Marcus’s giga-pole pushes past his head and through the wall. Yep it grew THAT much bigger. “Bigger” is almost a boring word to describe how much Marcus has changed in comparison to him. He would almost ask Marcus if it all is a dream, but Marcus is unconscious after Jonas burst through the ceiling to watch over the second floor and their bedroom. Bound to his still throbbing dick, Marcus must have lost his mind due to his wish being fulfilled to MAXIMUM extend. Jonas himself doesn’t know what to feel. All this new strength – able to simply break a part of the ceiling with his bare hands makes him gasp in awe. Should men be even that powerful? But that is only a fraction of their power. To his luck there is a window right on his eye-height on the second floor. He just needs to kneel straighter and move his body up. He feels relieved there is still enough space for them up to the roof … yet? He can’t think about it when he just has to gasp about what he sees through the window. You all know, men cum hard in moments like these, right? Even normal men could a shoot 12feet into the air and 18 feet far. 6 metres far might be the top record… But looking down at his GIGANTIC bear he probably shouldn’t wonder about the pierced wall. But he does. And over more so, he gasped when he sees the meter-wide white trail into nature and the destruction the bear caused. He counted the tree stems which once must have been healthy big trees and now are bare trunks. One… two… four… seven trees were simply timbered by his shot. He didn’t even hear the damage done because the sloshing, the pumping and the swelling of them were so loud. Not to mention the wood around them creaking because of their outgrowing… Jonas, who never could imagine he would experience this. There, he just towers beyond his lover and beyond it all. It’s HIM that filled a house now. It freaks him out. Calming down slowly, the rain calms his senses. It slowly washes away the trails and cries for the damage done. Jonas feels odd ever so soon. Shouldn’t he crave for constant release? Well, his mind always was dominant, and he is a fucking GIANT, and STILL hard inside Marcus. Why does he feel it so bad though? And thinking of it all: Why was Marcus the one who was so supercharged? Looking down at the peacefully smiling, happily dreaming gigantic bear and taking a glance through their bond: It was Marcus all along. Marcus is what he described of his ex’s problems. To Jonas, Marcus will have those cravings to get fed and cum all day if it is not him right now. Oh… Thinking about food, there is another odd thing. He doesn’t feel hungry. In fact, he doesn’t feel anything. His body is like a numb stronghold. He has full command over it – just as usual. He is even VERY aware of any of his movements and quite flexible. His warm muscles must be like in a sauna. And yet, besides this heat inside him, there is nothing else. His mind is totally stuck with simply controlling this gigantic body the longer he is inside it. “How about I disconnect myself now? I need to sit for moment.” To his surprise, his dick just gets lush and shrinks out of his bears huge glutes. As he needs to sit,he thinks: “Let’s move him. Sitting him up will surely cause no problems.” But the next moment just astonishes Jonas just as well. Lifting Marcus is like grabbing a paper-figure and moving its lids. He literally does not even need to breath a bit to get the oxygen to his muscles. Marcus’s body softened quite a lot and simply is like a blob of muscle and fat sitting there against the wall. Then, he sits down too… Just sitting there, Jonas is hitting the rest of the once OK ceiling of the 2nd floor with his head. His crossed legs are touching Marcus’s curled up legs. His balls are resting under his knee pits. His dick is simply resting on his groin and leaping over his left thigh to his glutes. In Jonas’s gigantic hands, everything feels so funny. It’s like they are cramped in a toy-house for children. He just can’t do different then feeling more of Marcus. He plays with the unconscious body. Jerking this guy’s prick is like jerking a salami. Feeling his legs is like touching a bodybuilders thigh with hands of a normal guy. “Man… this is all so odd.”, Jonas thinks and figures this is the pure definition of size difference. They evened out – almost like they started to know each other… That memory alone is so overwhelming to Jonas, his mind needs minutes to simply unpack and reminisce about it. Giants do think slower, he learns. He always wondered about it. At least he could perceive things in real time. At least, that’s what he thinks when he glances down and over the broken second floor to their kitchen. Time is rushing by in time lapse. Minutes pass like seconds. “Shit….”, Jonas realizes and guesses that is why the rain suddenly stopped, and the sun is shining through the window. The angle of the sun changes slowly but noticeably. With each passing hour, Jonas feels the bond getting stronger. Marcus’s coma seems like it is fine that another giant is watching over Marcus for once. To Jonas surprise though, Marcus is not awakening, and time is still passing by. Jonas is trying hard to remain awake and wait for Marcus to wake up. He wants to see his surprised face. He wants to know what Marcus thinks about all this. He wants to talk about this odd experience. He wants to know whether these events also happened years prior. But he doesn’t get any answers. Marcus isn’t dead but their bond getting stronger again took a major hit through all this. It is like a dream, when Jonas suddenly has that idea of giving back. He shouldn’t be the giant – he doesn’t want this power, and he is very sure about it. “I am thankful for experiencing this, but … I am not a giant at heart. I never have been despite being one of the tallest over and over again. I actually wish to be smaller and simply have this body at… what… back to 7 feet?” He then takes that smaller giant, commands his huge cock to stiffen. He slides all into Marcus, who is willingless like a fuckpuppet. He rests on his knees – putting Marcus into some kind of missionary position and thighs on thighs. And when he slowly fucks his just as gigantic man, he desperately tries to feel something. But he STILL doesn’t and hates this more and more. So, he repeats: “I don’t want to be a giant.”, for not three but endless times until he falls asleep doing this – hoping this is a two-way highway by any means possible… Where would the mass go, though?
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Chapter 15: Wishers and Granters “What nex-?”, Jonas wants to ask but then there is a VERY clear command of that DEEP MANLY BOSSY voice of Marcus: “Your cock. Inside ME. NOW!” Jonas is stunned by the change of play. He feels deeply intimated despite Marcus not even looking at him and demanding for his cock with his glutes. Jonas then leans into the mountains of Marcus’s monsterbuns - sinking into the balls with his dick. Jonas barely needs to kneel against his beast’s ass anymore as these huge balls lift him high enough up to his hole. Jonas's cock gets even redder as his true flesh while he tremblingly enters Marcus’s hole inch by inch. Marcus moans as Jonas suddenly feels himself dig a bit deeper into Marcus. Stuffing Marcus to the brim just a few moments later, Jonas’s dick inside Marcus’s strangely tight hole now feels just too intoxicating to pull out to just look whether that’s true. Feeling alike, Marcus keeps going even harder in all ecstasy and lowers himself into the deepest possible position on top of Jonas. Thus, Jonas’s cock soon pulsates and throbs desperately for release inside the bear – forgetting quickly that both of them just have gone raw once again. “Hooh, it feels SO HUGE! Ohhh~! I feel SO THICK!”, Jonas huffs out loud and seemingly triggers all of Marcus’s G-Spots and make him not just leak but cum consistently. What he fucking loves is petting his bear’s belly, so Jonas somewhen does just that and twists Marcus’s massive thick nipples. He notices how they never felt so hard and thick before. “Ohhh, FUCK-hhh!”, His hands wander down to feel Marcus’s meat out of pure curiosity, but he couldn’t make it as the huge arms and torso were in the way. He continues trying and somewhen feels like he is a bit higher above the ground but isn’t quite sure why. Meanwhile under him, Marcus only grunts and roars like an animal. Marcus’s somewhen moaning voice ultimately chuckles DEEP in pure ecstasy and insanity. Jonas finds space to move his dick up the bear… or rather “flat” into his bear as he lays higher up bat flat in front of him on the furtherly groaning and breaking bedframe. “You are such a harmoniously huge thick muscle grizzly bear! You should be SO MUCH BIGGER…”, Jonas growls amused into Marcus’s ears, hugs him deeply from behind and softly bites him to make him yell in pleasure. “FUU-GUHH-YEAH! YOU WANT PAPA BEAR EVEN BIGGER!!!”, Marcus roars, pleased by all this. Slowly pounding, seemingly him deeper and deeper, they keep getting louder and louder – just as both wished! Ever so mesmerized, Jonas observers very basic but massive reactions based of his doing. Pumping and pounding deeper and deeper, Marcus’s ass thickens bit by bit. Marcus’s pits, his wide back and treasure trails get hairier as Jonas thrusts further in. And then there forms a pattern: Every time he stuffs his bears ass; Marcus begins to bulk up somewhere. One time his arms are getting bigger. Moaning like a beast too the monster neck gets beefier. Jonas just must explore this wonder while he fucks HIS beast. Kneading Marcus’s full row of lats makes his traps swells up more massive – with delts spreading wider and bigger. Hugging him and kneading his chest make his pecs getting fuller – an over-over-over-overfilling grope fuller. Jonas even stops in awe for moment. There is a shocked moment of silence. Did his bear get jolting tits which are even FATTER than his muscle gut? They even straighten both up and makes Jonas reach even deeper insides of his bear! “Oh no… are you getting … leaking tits because cum doesn’t escape you quick enough, huh!?”, Jonas jokes but keeps on going… Only thing Jonas should have known is that padding both nips would result in a burst of growth, which suddenly spikes through Marcus’s whole body. First his balls gurgle. Then they wiggle violently against both of their legs, proving how much thicker Marcus gets by those minutes. A tension all across Marcus’s body makes Jonas notices that he grows too, feeling the huge body brushing slightly against him as it expands right on top front of him. Loving the feeling of some newly grown body hair, Jonas can’t help himself but to feel up that body some more with his hands, which feel bigger again. Seeing Marcus under him stacking up, he ogles that body shining by all the sweat. Things go so quick when he feels his bear seemingly shrinking below him. He is even able to grab him around his meaty traps whilst his other hand slowly tries to feel the potential monster that fills up Marcus like a fleshlight. Jonas grabs his shaft and feels the THIIICKEST ever felt and now SURELY not only hand splitting but treetrunk-overcoming member of himself. It feels dangerously veined and throbs heavily with each of the truly bearishly man’s heartbeats. Jonas blinks in awe. “Maaan… this one surely puts top-tier pornstars and record-holders to shame…“ Pounding even harder and just powerfully grabbing and jerking his BEASTS-cock the bear reacts by rising his gigantic arms for Jonas to give him the opportunity to take a loooong good wiff. The mere fact that Jonas’s cock just reacts to Marcus’s scent with remarkable jolts makes Marcus moan out loud each time it throbs deeper inside him. “I-HHOOOHH… I-HHHHHOWWOH!”, he gasps, breathing and thundering deeply, almost looking like he swells with each breath. Jonas then just can’t stop rubbing his nose over Marcus, commenting how fucking awesome he just feels now. His dick throbs harder inside Marcus with each new whiff. “MMMrrrhhh! GONNA FUCK YOU GOOOOD!”, he groans ruffly as if he hadn’t felt anything soft on his skin forever. Jonas, now feeling like he gets too big to even fit Marcus, suddenly is dangerously close to climax. He yells Marcus’s name in ecstasy. His voice is surprisingly deeper again as he commands: "MAKE ME BIGGER, STUD~!”. Jonas subserviently acknowledges by moaning in pleasure. He can’t believe it that is actually happening but just has to admit: It feels so unbelievably good. It’s also too good he feels Marcus’s ring all of a sudden! It even makes Marcus’s thick nips swell bigger, making Marcus’s grunting deep manly voice suddenly sending Jonas over the edge. Jonas unwantedly cries: “UHh~! I gonna cum~!“ But Marcus just euphorically yells and demands: “YEAH! FILL ME, HULK!” Loud bursts of manly vocal expressions of intense tension unloading fill the room. Jonas thrusts his now RAGING dick balls-deep and fully into Marcus, filling him good and holding him tightly. Jonas make Marcus’s cock jolts massively with his push deeper. As Jonas starts cumming furiously he feels like he is unloading a surprisingly new amount of jizz – more than he ever had cum before. Now his own unknowingly upscaled balls pour and cream right into Marcus. Jonas moans in bliss with eyes closed and zoning out as he MAXIMIZE his nut-busting and empties his balls completely into his lover. Horn-dog named Marcus laughs and just can’t help himself, feeling their golden moment of growth. Jonas then just asks in trance, noticing Marcus growing: “Hhoohh! H-how does it feel me GROWING inside you and FILLING YOU, huh, chubby?“ Both feel on an absolute high as both feel the warmth spreading through Marcus’s entire body. “Oh, FUCK babe… YEAHhhh!”, Marcus praises his fucker, who growls furiously. The bear’s belly looks like it gets fuller again from all the filling. His skin optically gets fresher and tighter – like a balloon blowing and swelling up. Marcus bends up again to a more comfortable position – keeping and feeling the hard pumping prick. Just seeing his eternally pleased handsome buff bear gazing so pleasured at him makes Jonas cream even more. Feeling these even thicker nuts right there, Jonas can’t wait anymore and decide to physically overpersuade Marcus to cum. He MUST see them busting! Soon, Marcus really fights against the volcano inside him but fails, making Marcus likewise roars out loud with all of his deep voice and overtone his hunks by far. To state how huge Jonas now too got, Jonas grabs and pumps Marcus’s “wrist-thick” boner to get him off and finally lead him to climax too. The thick, maximally hard and now barely pulsing steel rod of Marcus lets Jonas know that the bear is about to gush out his load. The pressure then is SO strong it simply shots through the wall. The POWERFUL feeling makes Jonas amounts of cum pumping into Marcus MULTIPLY. Marcus’ endless GYSER lasts MINUTES until he finally guns out his last drop of cum … And oh boy, then there is Jonas pushing through the ceiling with his back…
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Rise of a Sex God (Part Two Added 07/02)
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So hot! He might think he’s got a big dick now, but he’s still got more growth on the way before he actually gets the biggest registered cock in the world! Who knows if there are other bigger cocks out there! And he could grow a cock bigger than any other species’ in the animal kingdom. And he did not specify how much bigger it had to grow beyond the biggest, did he? Oh man, he’s really in for a treat (and so are we)!
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THE SEAN SAGA - PART 1: Little Brother No More
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Part Two - It Begins Ben wanted to race to the window and wave goodbye to Owen, but he also didn’t want to seem desperate. A ridiculously huge grin spread across his face as he thought about Owen saying he would see him in the morning… and having his usual drink memorised! After a few moments of standing there and daydreaming while stroking his hard 5 inch cock, he moved to the door to make sure it had locked behind Owen. Walking away from it and turning off the light, another lightning bolt cramp grabbed a hold of his cock and balls, forcing him to lean against the wall. This one lasted much longer than before, and when it let up, it barely provided him with any relief. In fact, it caused his cock to begin slowly pulsing and throbbing. Ben was shaking as the muscles in his groin began to forcefully contract. He took a few careful steps towards his bedroom before the spasms and throbbing grew significantly worse. Falling to his knees, Ben felt his cock grow impossibly harder than it had been before. He looked down, watching his hard as steel cock spasm and pulsate several times of its own accord, until, with a loud groan rising from the pit of his diaphragm, he felt it throb again before growing slightly fatter. Ben began breathing faster in both panic and exhilaration. When another throb grabbed a hold of him, his cock swelled slightly larger. By the third time, in the grip of the cramp, his cock had grown much thicker than it ever had been before. Stroking his fatter cock, Ben was happily surprised to find there was now a slight gap between his thumb and pointer finger. Could it be possible? What he had done… making a wish and breaking the branch… there was no way possible his stupid wish was coming true. Sweat began to coat Ben’s entire body as he experienced the intense sensation, over and over again, of what felt like every cell in the shaft of his penis being forced to replicate and swell larger. Through throbs that lasted longer and grew in severity, his thumb and pointer finger began to spread further and further apart. A grin erupted onto his face as he let out a long moan. “My cock… it’s… FUCK!!!!” Crawling to the couch, Ben hoisted himself up and lay back. His cock stood up like a soldier, hard, solid, and pulsing, definitely looking much thicker than it ever had before. With each beat of his heart, he could hear… feel… and see… his cock becoming thicker and more substantial. Every second, more and more blood was forced into his cock, helping it to become more and more engorged. What was happening to his cock… it felt… amazing… incredible…. Ben couldn’t find the right words to describe the sensation. All he knew was that he didn’t want it ever to stop. Grabbing his cock, he felt it pulse in his hand as it swelled thicker and more immense. It was as if his cock had been transformed into a balloon and some invisible force was, slowly but surely, breathing new life into it. His thumb and pointer finger, his new benchmark for measuring thickness, stretched further and further away until, even if he squeezed his hard cock with as much force as he could, they refused to meet! As Ben slowly stroked his cock, he began to feel as if what he was touching wasn’t even his cock. It felt nothing like what he was familiar with. It now seemed so much fatter… bulkier… more powerful… more intimidating. I’m growing a real hole stretcher, he thought with a laugh. He could just imagine how a guy's ass, especially Owen’s ass, was going to feel wrapped around his thick cock. Fuck! It felt so fucking beefy!! Suddenly, as his cock continued to expand in girth, Ben felt something new begin to take over. At the root of his cock, he felt a pull… then a tug… then a yanking! It felt like an invisible hand was trying to rip his cock from his body! Ben grit his teeth as he felt the yanking on his cock grow more intense as each second passed. He suddenly understood that his cock was on the cusp of being reborn into something truly epic. His mind raced back to his wish. Was he really growing the world's biggest cock? How big exactly was that? A forceful jerk, stronger than any before, had Ben grabbing his phone from the table and Googling ‘Worlds Biggest Penis.’ As he typed with shaking hands, his cock pulsed, pulled, and throbbed uncontrollably. It took a few attempts to correct typing errors due to the intense pain and pleasure he was going through, but eventually what he was searching for appeared on his phone screen. Jonah Falcon: 13.5 inches! God! Man with World's Largest Penis: 14.2 inches! Fuck!! What had his drunk and horny mind asked for??!! Ben’s balls… possibly feeling left behind in the growth category, began to pulse and throb with a life of their own. Very quickly, they too were taking on new proportions, rapidly growing from walnut to egg sized. The new weight pulled down on his crotch. As they swelled still larger, he was amazed that balls could actually feel… heavy! They always were just… there. Now they actually had true weight!! He desperately wanted to test out the pull they would have on his sack! With trembling legs, Ben stood up from the couch. His hard cock smacked into his abdomen, leaving a trail of pre behind. He was shocked that something so fat could actually stand straight up, pointing towards the ceiling. His cock had never been this hard before in his life, and he loved it! It felt like he could fuck a brick wall!! Ben’s balls swelled still larger… growing to XL eggs; filling and pulling on his sack, causing him to groan. Lifting his sack with his right hand, he watched as his balls spilled over the palm of his hand. As his cock swelled larger, it caused Ben to bend over in slight discomfort. The skin felt extremely tight, and he was suddenly terrified of it tearing apart. When it grew thicker again, he fell back down onto the couch, taking in the sheer size of his Coke can thick cock. Wrapping his hand around it… it was thicker than his own wrist! Thick, tubular veins grew larger, erupting to the surface to better feed his cock. This caused Ben’s shaft to appear even thicker than it actually was… and he knew that if it was going to fuck him… he’d be turned on, yet terrified at the sight. He loved it! His cock tugged, spasmed, and contracted once again… before it suddenly began to curve itself to grow. At first, it appeared only a hair longer… not really noticeable… but it then grew a millimetre longer… and then a centimetre longer.., than.., fuck… an inch longer… and longer and longer. Each time Ben stroked it, he felt himself having to go further and further down the shaft than he had just seconds before! Ben’s body shivered and quaked as new erotic sensations filled him. His heart raced. His skin grew more sensitive to the touch… his nerve endings felt as if they were exploding with fire. Ben’s cock throbbed as it stretched another inch longer. Fuck! It looked huge already and it was still growing. His balls began to throb. Ben began to pant as his heart sped up. His balls… they were taking up so much more room between his legs… swelling larger… heftier… Ben moved his hands from his shaft to his balls and felt then both pulsing with new life. They were now larger than he could imagine they could ever be, and they seemed determined to grow even larger! Ben leaned his head back against the couch cushion. He was finding it hard to think. The waves of growth coming from his own cock and balls were making him giddy and dizzy. He could actually feel his balls churning in his sack… producing more and more sperm. His balls were so full they actually hurt. Ben grunted as his testicles swelled, each one filling with what felt like gallons of cum. Suddenly, movement coming from his balls made him lift his head and look down. Up the shaft and out the slit of his cock head, more precum came pouring out than he had ever produced in his life. Like an endless deluge, the flow poured out of his cock, coating the shaft… then his balls… leaking onto the couch cushion he sat upon… and then to the floor. As pre flowed from his cock, it proceeded to elongate again, the shaft stretching to proportions he had never experienced in his life. Even the head of his cock, a part that had been fairly sizable before, began to flare larger and meatier… rivalling the shaft in terms of thickness. Ben couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t deny himself any longer the right to manhandle his own cock. When he touched the enlarged shaft again, he moaned louder than he ever had before. As it pulsed thicker and stretched so much longer, it was becoming increasingly more sensitive to the touch than it ever had been before in his life. Ben moaned loudly as he began, tentatively at first, moving his hand up and down the shaft. The new sensitivity of his cock drove him insane with lust, At first, he was tentative, but soon, he began jerking his growing cock with much more intensity. Soon, he could feel it growing in his hand as he stroked himself. Craving more of the lustful rush running through him, Ben began bucking his hips, wildly fucking his own hand. From his balls, he felt a mounting pressure beginning to build. Ben’s cock was growing faster now. Longer… thicker… harder. All at once, a titanic ocean of energy coursed through Ben’s body, causing him to violently spasm. Unable to hold onto his own cock any longer, the mounting pressure filled him up entirely before exploding outwards. Ben cried out as cum began to be fired repeatedly from his cock. He could feel the large amount of fluid he was shooting as it landed on his stomach, chest, face, and beyond. Grabbing onto his cock to try and control the firing shots, Ben was surprised by how strong and explosive each spurt was. Eventually, after 14 or 15 ropes of cum were discharged from his cock, the powerful orgasm that held his entire body prisoner, began to subside. Catching his breath, Ben took in the unbelievable size of the Beast he now possessed. It was huge! Thicker than his own wrist with an even larger mushroom head. His cock had to extend over 8 inches long when hard. Wanting to test his hypothesis, Ben jumped up from the couch to grab a tape measure. Cum dropped from his body and onto the floor as he walked to the kitchen junk drawer where he knew he had a tape measure stored. As he walked, Ben enjoyed the new feel of gravity on his much larger cock and balls. He fell in love with the weight… the mass… the pull towards the floor. It was an erotic sensation only a handful of the lucky few got to feel… and now Ben was one of them. As if sensing it was going to be measured, Ben’s cock rapidly grew hard again as he opened the kitchen drawer. Grabbing the tape measure, he measured the length first. Ben gasped when he saw the result. 9.9 inches!! His cock had miraculously grown to 9.9 inches! That meant his cock had grown over 4 inches in length in the last hour! Wrapping the tape measure around the shaft, he was in awe as he found it was now 5.8 inches thick. Ben moved his exhausted body back to the couch. He couldn’t get over the fact that his cock was now nearly 10 inches long and 6 inches thick! It was a beast! It may not exactly be the biggest cock in the world, but it would definitely do! Slowly, he began to bring his hand to his cock once again. Fuck! He was hard and leaking. Feeling his hand wrap around it, Ben’s cock seemed to become even more rigid... harder. Oh yeah, he thought as he slowly stroked it, it felt incredible having a cock this size. It felt powerful! Ben couldn’t wait to use it. He needed to use it. He needed to fuck and get sucked and dominate a guy right then and there!! Ben grabbed his phone to pull up Grindr, but his balls were demanding release. Throwing the phone onto the floor, he began jerking himself. The sensations pinballing through his body caused him to grunt and groan. Suddenly, a new idea of how to pleasure himself flowered in his head, and Ben found himself flipping over so that his leaking cock rested on the cushions of his sofa. Knowing there was a small area of the cushion that had been slightly worn away by the constant scratching at the material by a dog he had watched for two weeks, Ben lined the head of his cock up with the worn area. Pressing his cock head into it, he slowly bucked his hips several times before feeling the material give way. As the tip of his head burst through, Ben wondered if this was somewhat what it felt like to break a woman’s hymen. It felt oddly powerful to him feeling the material give way to something stronger and more formidable than itself. Plunging deeper into the material and tight stuffing, Ben began to piston fuck the sofa. Harder and harder he pounded it, shaking the entire structure. His grunting grew louder as he fucked it with more intention than he had ever done with anything in his entire life. Then, with his head spinning and stars before his eyes, Ben exploded, his cock shooting round after round of cum into the sofa. As he came down from the mind altering orgasm, Ben was slightly surprised to find what he had actually done! Pulling his cock from the hole caused him to groan again and shoot one further rope of cum before it was set free. Well, that would be impossible to clean, he thought. Hopefully when it dried, no one would notice… or smell what I’ve done. Or.. maybe it’s time for a new couch! Ben turned over and lay back, his heart still pounding, his 6 inch softie settling on his stomach. Lying in an orgasmic haze, his mind drifted. Tomorrow, he thought, I’ll have to run and thank Mary for her incredible gift. The £300 I gave her is nothing compared to what she gave me. It’s like I got a new lease on life. I’ve never felt so sexually charged in my life. So alive in my life. The strong scent of cinnamon, leather, and evergreen filled the room. Fuck. Ben’s cock was hard again! TO BE CONTINUED...
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THE SEAN SAGA - PART 1: Little Brother No More
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Chapter 3: 8XL A few hours later, I woke up to the sound of loud snoring. I turned around, felt my massive morning wood pressing against my abs, grabbed hold of the huge meat and started stroking it proudly. I groggily opened my eyes, disoriented for a moment before realizing, that I was in my little brother’s room. The sun shone brightly through the window, illuminating the room with a warm glow. My gaze landed on Sean's bed and the giant figure laying on it. And I almost creamed right there and then. My little brother Sean, this Highschool-Muscleboy, had become a full-blown musclegod. The giant teen was knocked out on his bed, snoring like a beast. His giant chest rose and fell with every snore. So gigantically huge, I could see the deep striations of his defined pecs. He had always been big and muscular for his age, but now... HOLY SHIT! My little brother looked like the most gigantically muscled and masculine version of a Norse Muscle-God you could imagine. His boyish teen face still looked young but had become hyper-masculine and incredibly handsome with a strong jawline, at least as square and sharp as our fathers. His face, that seemed to be chiseled from marble, was covered with freckles. His short dirty-blond hair was wavy and messy. Then I saw his arm hanging off the bed, and I swear my jaw hit the floor. His arms were massive, like bigger than my waist massive, and his own waist for that matter, which was tiny. His gigantic biceps looked like basketballs carved out of granite. His shoulders and back were enormous. He had huge lats, traps and delts and the definition of every single muscle in his upper back was deeply defined to perfection. And then there were his legs. His thighs, his calves... so incredibly massive, it was almost unreal to look at. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. How had my little brother become so fucking huge? And his ass! The sight of those giant globes of the hardest, most striated muscle I had ever seen, made my rock-hard cock twitch like crazy. I could see everything, as Sean was butt naked. His boxer briefs were ripped, tattered beyond recognition, looking more like a piece of cloth than underwear. The massive teen must've torn them to shreds in his sleep, leaving nothing but tatters under his massive body. I got up, trying to snag the torn fabric from under him, feeling the heat rising in me as I got close to that godlike physique. It took a lot of effort to wrench them free from under Sean's weight. Then I finally had them in my hand. The torn boxer briefs were soaked in a thick, creamy fluid, thicker than a normal man’s cum, but clearly only pre. The scent hit me like a truck, making my whole body shake in heat. Sean's musk was like pure testosterone, cranked up to a million. My dick grew even harder, throbbing ever crazier and it took all my Thorson-willpower to not fucking erupt on the spot. As I stood there, my eyes were drawn to two giant metal buckets next to Sean’s bed. One was empty, the other one filled with a pile of what looked like dirty, old, deflated balloons. The same intense scent wafted from them, and when I looked closer, I realized that they were dozens upon dozens of used condoms, gigantic in size. Many of them looked stretched to their breaking point, some beyond that, and many were torn to shreds. I reached into the bucket and picked up one of the open condom packages, staring at it in disbelief. The label read "STUDS-7XL". I knew STUDS, it was a brand manufacturing giant condoms for Hyperstuds. Their L-size being already big enough for 12 inch hardons, it was a very popular brand at the Muskel-Akademie. I used them too. But not even my massive tool could fill a 7XL condom from STUDS, let alone tear it to shreds. There’s was just no way this Highschool-Muscleboy had bursted them. „Dafuq you doing, Billy?!?“ my dad Magnus yelled. I jumped and quickly let go of my cock. He had just walked into the room and caught me standing there, stroking, and sniffing my little brother's boxer briefs. He just shook his head. "Aw fuck, look at you! You’re just as bad as your sister, aren't you? Should prolly lock you and her in a room to get it out of your systems!" he said, grinning. „No, what? No, I, ehm…“ I stammered ashamed, trying to cover my embarrassment and then added: „I think Sean ripped his boxers!“ „Again?“ our dad exclaimed annoyed, and stormed out of the room, while I grabbed my wide joggers and put them on as fast as I could, to hide my throbbing cock. Sean moved a bit, opened his sparkling green eyes and looked at me confused. He scanned me from top to bottom and said: „Mornin…“. His voice insanely deep, yet still a teens voice, but deep and hypermasculine, kinda hard to describe. Then he added smirkingly: „…LITTLE brother!“ My cock twitched. Wait, did he just say „little?“ Did he just call me, the biggest junior at the Muskel-Akadmie-college “LITTLE brother”? I stared at him, unable to process all of this. "I got you some new underwear and another little present, Sean!" our dad yelled as he busted back into the room, carrying a bunch of huge white briefs and a black box. “Or should I say, a big present?” my dad smirked, as he handed Sean the briefs and the huge box. „Those should be a better fit!“ our dad Magnus added proudly. I looked at the black box and seeing a golden STUDS-8XL label engraved on the huge box made me want to die inside, like the deal was sealed with destiny. 3 years younger, and this Highschool-Muscleboy had completely surpassed my size in every way. Sean grabbed the box and briefs from my dad's hands, winked at him, his sparkling green eyes hypnotizing and said „Uhh fuck yeah. Thanks, dad“. And then, the muscle monster got up. I watched as he crawled out of bed, his body shining in the sunlight. His massive rippling muscles almost had me losing it, but his cock... HOLY SHIT! His giant meat swung heavily as he moved, like a total alpha-porn star. It was one of the biggest dicks I'd ever seen, probably 14 inches long and 9 inches around. Almost as huge as Dad's. Fucking fat and heavy, I couldn't tear my gaze away. It felt unreal, staring at my little bro's giant member. Beneath that monster of a shaft were his swollen balls, the size of apples, ready to burst his muscleboy-cum. Just the sight of them had my own cock ready to blow. Sean caught my stunned expression. Flashed me a cocky grin, and flexed his beefy pecs, finding my reaction hilarious. "Damn, bro! Aw fuck yeah, look at you, you're mirin so fuckin hard!" he teased, then turned to our dad and smirked: „Dad, I’ve outgrown my shirts again“, pointing at the shredded pieces of cloth on his bed. "Billy, you got a shirt that your brother can wear?" our dad asked without taking his proud eyes off Sean. I turned around and opened my luggage. While looking through my clothes, Sean kept showing off his giant muscle-teen body to our dad. I wanted to turn around more then anything, feeling my huge dick twitching harder and faster, hearing my proud dad complimenting Sean‘s development for the millionth time. I heard the new briefs snap to Sean‘s leg's. Taking a huge breath, I turned around with my baggiest and stretchiest of oversized shirts. I almost couldn't believe my eyes. Sean just stood there, looking at his new briefs, palming his obscenely huge bulge and feasting upon it's gigantic size. I felt my knees buckle and stomach drop. My little brother's 18 years old cock bulge just looked too gigantic. The thing was so utterly thick, long and heavy, his new briefs simply pulled down off his waist from the strain. I could practically see his blonde pubic hair and the beginning of his insanely thick shaft. Our Dad just stood there beaming with pride. Sean gave his pudgy cock a good squeeze and grinned smugly in my direction. I could tell he knew. Knew that his was far bigger then even mine, bigger than anyone was his age. He turned his attention away from his cock and slowly started flexing his bulging chest and rippling body, looking up at dad like the cocky stud he was. "Fuck, uhhh yeah, so fucking strong! Aw yeah, so fucking huuuuge! You like my muscles, dad?" „They are incredible, son!“ our dad beamed with pride, Sean hit a double bicep pose, looking like a blonde hulk and my joggers tented even more. „Uhhh fuck, yeah look at you, you want it so fucking bad, LITTLE bro!“ Sean laughed at me. „Be nice to your brother, Sean…“ our dad started, then a bell rang and he went downstairs to get the door. „Ima hit the showers, wanna join me LITTLE brother?“ Sean smirked maliciously at me. „Nah, ehm, I’m good, you go first, Sean“ I replied. The moment my Sean had left the room, I jumped onto my bed, grabbed the blanket and threw it over me. With shaking hands, I fumbled with my joggers, finally pulling them down, freeing my aching, rock-hard cock, and started to frantically stroke it with both hands. It only took a few seconds for me to orgasm, but not before I grabbed the other bucket from next to Sean's bed and shot my hot alpha load in it. The cum bucket was filled to the brink with sticky white cream. I stared into it, wondering what had just happened to me. What was wrong with me? I was a fucking alpha stud, the biggest junior at Muskel-Akademie, I was the one that made normal guys get all gay for me and cream their pants when they saw me, I had never been gay, always been with girls, my girlfriend was the hottest chick in my class, and I loved fucking her tight muscle pussy. And yet, the moment I saw my little brother's musclegod body and his gigantic cock, I couldn't help myself. I had to cum, had to shoot my alpha-spunk while imagining my younger brothers giant god like body. I couldn't wrap my head around it. What the fuck was happening? After a bit, Sean strolled back into the room butt naked, not a care in the world. His glistening, rippling muscles still damp from the shower, his massive cock swinging between his damn tree trunk legs. I couldn't tear my eyes away, feeling my own cock twitching back to life. Grabbing a towel and some clothes, I made a dash for the bathroom. „Yo, lil bro, I left ya a messy present there!“ Sean's laughter echoed down the hallway as I hesitantly pushed open the bathroom-door and my mouth fell wide open. I was speechless. The entire room was covered in huge amounts of thick white cum. I mean, THICK! And I mean EVERYTHING was covered in cum. The walls, the ceiling, the floor. It looked like a fucking cum volcano had gone off in here. "HOLY SHIT!" I blurted out, stunned. I couldn't believe this. How the hell had he produced that much cum, and how was it so damn thick? „Uhhh yeah, ya crave my spunk so fucking bad, don’t ya, little brief sniffer? Time to lick it up!“ Sean's deep voice taunted from the other end of the hallway, and I had to fight the urge to run into the hallway and punch him in his smug but handsome face. Retreating into the bathroom, I felt the sticky cum squishing between my toes. And the musky scent of my brother's hypermasculine spunk filled my nostrils, making me instantly stiffen up again. Leaning against the wall, I jerked my huge cock with both hands. „HOLY FUCK!“ I moaned, my breathing getting harder and harder, my heart beating faster and faster and I orgasmed, my cock shooting torrents of cum. The cum splattered against the wall and ceiling. One of the biggest cumshots of my life, but pathetic compared to my brother’s beastly load. I stared at the wall, where my cum was slowly dripping down. My head was spinning. For the second time that day, I couldn't resist getting off to the thoughts of my younger brother. What the hell was happening to me? I was the older one, the alpha stud, straight as they come... right? I walked over to the shower, took the shower-head and turned it on, starting to clean up mine and my brother's mess. This was a fucking chore. But I had no choice. I started cleaning the walls, the shower, the floor, the sink. Everything was covered in thick creamy cum and it took fucking ages to clean everything, while the smell of my brother's musky spunk was driving me mad. After I had cleaned the entire room, I stepped into the shower and washed myself. But at least I was alone, so I didn't have to worry about cumming again. I showered and got dressed, then left the bathroom.- 6 replies
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Evolution of Strength - Book 3, Chapter 35 Unexpected Gift (2/8/25)
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Man.. This partnershio between Min and Leo will eb something crazy. Min has the means to test and refine what Leo has created. That serum will be one of the best supplement the world will see -
THE SEAN SAGA - PART 1: Little Brother No More
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Billy is about to meet his litle big bro after those years away- 6 replies
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THE SEAN SAGA - PART 2: The European Alpha Stud Contest
SeanTheHungMuscleGod replied to SeanTheHungMuscleGod's topic in Stories
Started posting the prequel to this story here: first two chapters are already up, will add the last 5 chapters within the next couple days. give it a read if ya like- 21 replies
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