Popular Post londonboy Posted April 30, 2017 Popular Post Share Posted April 30, 2017 “Twist it for me,” I said, holding up the silver wrench I had gotten from the toolbox in the hall closet. “You really are a strength whore - you know that, don’t you?” he replied, taking the steel tool. “And that’s why you love me,” I answered back, scooting closer to him on the sofa. Buck was twenty-five and as big as a bull. He wasn’t a pretty-boy fitness model or anything like that. No, he was just a freaking huge guy that had thick muscles popping out all over his body. He always said his goal in life was just to be huge and powerful. When he worked out it was to get massive and to build up his strength. No bodybuilding contests for him – only contests that gave him the opportunity to show off his incredible might. And that’s what I loved more than anything in the world – him showing off. The giant bear wrapped one of his enormous paws around the handle of the wrench and the other around the end with the jaws. I purred with excitement and this made the behemoth laugh a little. I watched as his dense fingers tightened on each end. I glanced up to see Buck’s jaw clench and I knew his teeth were clamped together. At the sound of the first grunt, signifying he had begun to apply pressure, I shot my right hand up to his bulging biceps – as if I might feel some of the power that had begun to shoot through his arms. Deep indentions caved and hard as stone chunks of muscle immediately popped up all over his gigantic biceps and triceps. Pronounced blood-pumping veins suddenly appeared all over his forearms – like some kind of multiple interstate systems joining together. “Show the thing who’s boss, big man,” I said to encourage him on. Buck loved it when I egged him on in some feat of strength. Turning me on had become his most favorite thing to do, second only to lifting. He said I gave his training purpose. He claimed that he wouldn’t be as big or as strong as he was if it hadn’t been for my encouragement. Buck had stopped working a long time ago – agreeing to let me support him completely. In return, he simply had to do all the things he loved – showing off his strength, lifting on a regular basis, and allowing me to grope his massive muscles. I was shocked to find that he loved all of this even more than I did. I was certainly a muscle and strength junkie, but the big man sitting beside me actually got off on it more than I did. I was blown away by the fact that the first time we were on a date and I asked him to lift the back of my car off the ground he got a raging hard-on just from me asking. Before he even easily raised the back of my over four thousand pound Porsche Cayenne the dude was rocking such a major boner that you would have thought he had a two liter bottle in his pants. We had come out of a restaurant, where I had basically spent the entire dinner telling him how gorgeous he was and as soon as I asked him to show off he leaned close to me and said, “Demonstrating my strength is my favorite thing to do in the world.” The chapel bells for our wedding should have started ringing at that moment. His words caused my own crotch to shoot even harder than it already was from just staring at his big body during the meal. I quickly told him that I thought it would be my favorite thing in the world, too. He told me to stand close to him while he lifted the car – so I could get a good view. He said I’d especially want to watch his big arm swell even bigger in the super tight sleeve of his button down. I have since come to realize that Buck really wanted me close so he could watch my reaction to his feat. The monstrous dude just couldn’t get enough of other people freaking out at what he could do. Neither of us was prepared for the matching orgasms that rocked our bodies as soon as he grabbed the bumper of my car and straightened his legs – bring the machine to his waist level with very little effort. When he saw my face drain of color – because all of my blood rushed to my crotch – and my body started to convulse from my ejaculation, it was too much for him to handle. He had to drop the back of the car because his own tool exploded with a force that was unexpected. A few minutes later we were sitting in my car with wet sticky crotches and matching grins. It had been love at first lift. A second loud grunt made me immediately return my gaze to the wrench in Buck’s hands. I moaned noisily as I saw the middle of the handle begin to slowly rotate. The power in this man’s arms was unbelievable. Solid steel submitted to its master – unable to withstand Buck’s mighty force. For all of my life to this point I had thought a wrench was indestructible. Run over it with your car and it would still be intact. Throw it against a wall and it would still work. However, turn it over to the super brawny arms of Buck and it became as flexible as hard Playdough in a school kid’s grasp. The steel twisted more – incapable of giving any more resistance to the potent force that made up the now swollen guns of my boyfriend. After we had each dumped a super load that night in the parking lot of the restaurant, Buck had gotten in my car – without either of us saying a word – and come home with me. We drove in silence to my house. There was such an intense energy surging between us that we did not want to ruin it with words. We also did not touch each other. I did, however, steal a few glances at his enormous arms and Buck could sense I was staring at him. He’d flex his biceps as soon as he felt me looking – just to give me a thrill. I could tell the big man was impressed with my house as soon as he walked in. I lived in a comfortable three-bedroom beach house that clearly showed I was well off. I was a fit fifty-five year old early retiree who knew about life and could sense a great thing when it came my way. He took a quick tour of the house by himself as I grabbed two beers and lit the fire pit on the large back deck that stuck out over the beach. We both took a couple of swigs from our drink without saying a word as we listened to the waves crashing a short distance away. I looked across the flames at him. “What are you thinking?” I asked. “I’m thinking we could make each other very happy,” he replied – his intense honesty apparent in his gaze. “I was thinking the same thing,” I said. “You make me want to do something powerful,” he said – his bluntness not surprising me at all. “I think all I’d like to do for the rest of my life is watch you do powerful things,” I said, matching his intensity. We both took another long swig – unable to handle more conversation right at that moment. These feelings were just so foreign to both of us – and so strong that we didn’t know what to do with them. Our eyes did not leave the other. We sat there, listening to the waves and trying to figure out what to say next. His strength clearly helped him control his urges more than me and he was able to speak first. “I could put my place on the market tomorrow,” he said. “I could get a contractor to start on a state-of-the-art gym off the side of this place tomorrow, too,” I replied. That ended up being the entire flirting, dating, and engagement period - all wrapped up into one moment. We made passionate love on the floor of the deck and then both got off again in a major way when I asked him to bench my body for a bunch of repetitions. We have yet to make it to twenty reps without both of us spewing – and it’s been two years. That next day we rented a truck and we moved his stuff to my place – he actually carried most of the furniture and things and I just watched. It’s exactly how both of us wanted it. He also did most of the work without his shirt, just to give me an extra thrill. His place sold pretty quickly and I urged the contractor to finish the gym in half the time it normally would take. It’s amazing how money talks. Once he had confessed his main goals in life were to get bigger and stronger I convinced him to quit his job and focus only on those things – succeeding to make him do it mainly because I told him how happy his goals would make me, too. To this day, I am still amazed at how quickly we fell into a comfortable routine. Every morning started with a feat of strength and every evening ended with one, too. No matter what, Buck made sure I began and ended the day with a showing-off-of-strength-induced orgasm. Two years later we are still madly in love and addicted to his power as if it were the first date. Tonight, Buck had suggested something new and told me about a secret. He had been practicing alone for a few months and was now ready to let me in on a little surprise. He had encouraged me to go get a wrench from the toolbox, knowing full well I understood what was coming. I was used to big things not being any problem for my huge boyfriend. I still got off to watching him manhandle the back of my car. His increased size and strength now allowed him to pump out many reps with the vehicle and that only fueled my orgasms even more. However, to watch him twist the wrench with his mighty hands was turning me on in a much more intense manner. Steel was supposed to be powerful. It was supposed to be able to handle a ton of pressure. Unfortunately, my mammoth boyfriend was now stronger than the metal tool. Tiny beads of sweat were covering Buck’s body and every muscle seemed to be pumped to the max. The mid-section of the wrench was now twisted around tightly two times. Huge thick veins were now snaking across every possible muscle and the grunts were louder and more brutish. It was clear who was going to win this battle – the wrench didn’t stand a chance. To watch a man with power had always been something magical for me. Seeing Hulk bust through a wall, watching Hercules bend a metal torch holder, or even to see a power lifter hoist up some amazing amount of weight had made me happy for years. It was enough to watch it in films, on television, or even in bad porn on the computer. I just got off on strength. I always had and I knew I always would. In high school and college I had few flings with muscled dudes, but no one seemed interested in strength as much as me. And to be honest, all of the guys had been pretty weak compared to what I hoped for. Usually, a guy could lift me overhead for a few seconds or bench me like a barbell for one or maybe two times. It was certainly thrilling, but I yearned for more. I soon got consumed with my job and making a living and didn’t have much time for my fantasies. I’d seek out big men at my gym or at bars, but rarely did I find anyone that shared my enthusiasm for feats of strength. Buck had been a pleasant surprise and a dream come true. We had met unexpectedly. He was a landscape architect working on a project for a friend of mine. I had dropped by to pick up my friend for drinks one evening and there – in the middle of his backyard – was this behemoth carrying a pretty large uprooted tree across his shoulder. I knew the tree was heavy. Its branches had been cut away, but the trunk was still very thick and it was about as long as three cars lined up end to end. I had not been able to hide my shock and amazement when my friend called the huge architect over. Buck had merely walked over to where we stood – the tree still across his shoulder - and held out his hand for me to shake while he was turned sideways. I found it hard to speak. My friend laughed and then told Buck that I loved strong guys. There it was – out in the open. I turned beet red with embarrassment but I did not take my eyes away from the huge man carrying a mature tree. My friend then added, “Buck is really strong,” and it was the large man’s turn to get embarrassed. He, also, did not move his gaze. We locked eyes at that moment in a way that cut through all the crap we use to hide our true selves and both of us were laid bare – our fetish for strength somehow uniting us. In front of my friend, and with my face still bright red, I asked Buck if he wanted to have dinner sometime. He immediately said yes and I asked when he was free. He told me he had no plans for that night. I turned to my friend and told him we would have to do drinks another time. My friend just laughed and said he had already figured that out. To this day I swear my friend invited me over with the specific goal of me meeting Buck, but who knows. Two hours later – after the tree had been deposited in a truck and both of us had gone home to clean up – and calm down – we were sitting in a restaurant having dinner. I ended up confessing my love of feats of strength and Buck replied he loved showing off his strength. Buck’s massive arms continued to twist the wrench. It was mesmerizing – feeling the huge knotted biceps tense even more every time the metal rotated a little and then watching the middle of the tool getting thinner and thinner. I could already tell that I was going to emit a massive orgasm within a few more minutes of the huge man destroying the wrench, but I also hoped I could hold out until what I thought was finally going to happen. As Buck twisted the piece of steel in his hands he watched me closely. Seeing my reaction to what he was doing was what excited him the most. It was almost as if his strength didn’t exist unless I was there to marvel at it. He loved shocking me – surprising me – and just blowing me away with some display of raw super power. He had been secretly twisting and manhandling tools for a few months now – trying to get the strength show just perfect for me. I could not believe how huge his arms had gotten since we first met – and he was really big back then. The man ballooned with hard muscle as soon as he quit his job and turned his focus towards his deepest goals. Some days, I’d go into the gym and watch him work out. It was like porn for me. Hearing him grunt as he benched more weight than I could ever dream of lifting or curled what was essentially three of me put together – that would make me ejaculate even before he was done lifting. If I was in the room he’d stare at me the entire time he lifted. He’d pump out reps, but his eyes would never leave mine – loving how desperately turned on I would get. I could tell it was always his goal to get me off if I was watching him. He’d dramatically add more weight, grunt even louder than usual, or even talk to me as he worked through his plan for the day. He’s say something like, “Yeah, your boy is getting bigger and stronger for you,” or “I’m going to get huge for you, sir.” Buck knew exactly how to make me weak in the knees. And then, sometimes, he’d be sitting on the bench and he’d look over and summon me by just a flick of his chin upward. I knew exactly what it meant. I’d walk over, while he was moving the bar with tons of weights out of the way, and then he’d lie back down. I’d turn my back to his hands and fall into his waiting palms. He’d then push me up and down in the air for a bunch of repetitions – continuing even as both of us would spew from the thrill of me being his human barbell. Within a year he had outgrown every stitch of clothing he owned. Even his oversized sweatshirts – the ones that looked like evening gowns on me – were too small. I started having a tailor come to the house and make him clothes – always insisting that they be tight, real tight. Buck thought this was an extravagance, but was satisfied when I suggested he just do more strength feats to call us even. I was now used to randomly being picked up and one-arm pumped into the air, or pinned against the wall with one palm until he felt like setting me free, or to being used as a human towel after particular sweaty workouts. I had often considered myself the horniest man on the planet, but then I met Buck. He seemed to be perpetually hard and blamed me, saying he couldn’t be around me and not get turned on. The big dude could churn out three to four huge loads a day, so I often went to bed spent just from trying to keep up with him. The one rule I gave him – and it wasn’t really a rule since he loved it, too – was that he had to go around shirtless if we were the only ones at the house. He started toying with me by standing close and flexing while I was doing something important – like talking with someone on the phone, cooking, or trying to work on the computer. He knew I could easily get distracted – especially when he flexed one, or both, of his huge guns. Looking back on the last two years I can recall many days where I had to change my underwear three or four times because Buck had made me cum so much. The big man doubled his efforts on the wrench. Suddenly, the twisting became somewhat easier – or maybe he was just getting stronger – but before I could even say something encouraging, Buck twisted and yanked at the same time. Sinew turned harder, bulges bulged bigger, crevices deepened, and veins thickened. It was like I was sitting next to a mountain of pure muscle. The warped piece of steel snapped in two at the middle with a loud cracking sound – destroyed by Buck power. My boyfriend had just pulled a metal wrench apart with his bare hands. This was, of course, too much for both of us to handle – me, because of his tremendous strength and him, because of how I reacted. My hand tried desperately to grab onto his massive biceps as I started chugging out load after load of my milky cream – looking for a way to stable myself. A steel wrench being torn in two was just about the most incredible thing I had ever seen. I offered my sweet man-honey to the big muscled brute like a primitive village might offer a virgin to a volcano. It was the only way for me to completely honor all the power. Of course, my body bucking in adoration and my moaning out loud as my crotch was emptied was too much for Buck to handle. He joined me in my ecstatic ejaculation – unable to withstand being turned on by my reaction to his feat of strength. The pressure from his orgasm made his body tense even harder – something I thought was not possible. As I continued to pump out my love juice to Buck’s herculean display of strength, I noticed indentions at both ends of the wrench from where his fingers had gripped the tool. That caused my body to offer a few more robust spurts – just from thinking about how his fingers crushed the thing even more. It took a while for both of us to calm down from our titanic eruptions. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I said – in only a whisper since I was still trying to recover from what his strength had done to me. “I’m not done, yet, Mr. Strength Whore,” Buck replied with a big smile. “I’m going to make you explode again – just to say thank you for all that you do for me.” I don’t think anyone had ever said something so loving to me. Here was this behemoth – this huge young muscle stud – wanting desperately to please me with his power. If I had believed in heaven I would have assumed I was already there. From that first moment we met I had known Buck was special. I knew he could grow. I knew he could get stronger. However, I had no idea how much bigger and more powerful he’d become. There was no way I could have anticipated the intensity of his desire to make me happy. He confessed one day that I was the only thing he thought about while he lifted. He said that every time he pressed some insane amount of heavy weight into the air he pictured me worshipping whatever muscle he was working – or me reacting to something that huge muscle did to show off strength. And then, as if to relieve some of the pressure that put on me, he quickly added that he, too, got off on his own size and abilities. He guaranteed that showing off for me pleased him just as much as it did me. This was music to my ears. Buck took the two pieces of the now obliterated wrench and put them on top of each other in his left hand. He then closed his fist around them – squeezing slightly, but I knew that even that minor squeeze would have crushed my hand. He then raised his arm, so that his semi-flexed biceps was right in front of my face. My lips instinctively moved to the hard skin – a love peck for the mountain. I kept my mouth against his bulging arm, but I let my gaze go up to his clenched fist. Suddenly, the arm turned to something harder than stone. I heard Buck grind his teeth and grunt-growl like some kind of giant beast. Every fiber of his body tensed to titanium-like hardness. I watched his thick fingers crush together around the wrench with what I’m sure was a force equaling a hundred men. I heard the two steel pieces being squeezed together like they were nothing more than bread dough. The man’s mega mountain biceps now towered above my head. The flexed peak felt hot against my lips. I could feel the power of Buck’s one arm radiating throughout the room as he demolished what was left of the wrench. My gaze never left his fist. Suddenly, I could see small slivers of silver oozing out between his fingers. The big man was mashing the two pieces together – merely by flexing his big gun and compressing his hand. Again, I knew the supposedly strong tool had not chance in the world against Buck’s hand. My cock had never deflated from its earlier atomic orgasm, but somehow it shot even harder as I watched Buck’s strength eradicate what was left of the wrench. I knew as soon as he opened his palm I was going to blast off another massive eruption in devotion to his strength. “Making you a hand-crushed steel paperweight, sir,” Buck said through gritted teeth. “Every time you look at it you’ll remember this moment . . . this power.” That’s when he suddenly stopped flexing and opened his palm. To know the silver blob in his hand used to be a metal wrench only doubled my awe of his power. Anyone coming upon the metallic chunk in the days ahead would assume it was a mistake made in the forging process. No one would begin to think the four indentions on the top were where fingers had flattened two parts of a wrench together. No one could comprehend that his hand could match the heat and pounding of casting steel. Buck had crumpled a heavy wrench into something unrecognizable. He had melded the two pieces – ripped apart by his hands – into one inseparable mass of steel. My body and mind were so turned on and so in shock that I merely froze and stared at the lump in the big man’s hand. I wasn’t breathing, I wasn’t ejaculating, and I wasn’t really sure my heart was beating. I was consumed with awe from the young man’s strength. Buck, however, knew how to make me skyrocket back to reality. He moved his hand down to my shorts and slid the crushed metal into my already sticky underpants. The demolished steel wrench – once looking so shiny, new, and sturdy, but now nothing more than a squished slab of metal – skidded down the side of my hard cock and then rested warmly against my balls. I’m not sure if it was being able to feel the ridges created by his fingers, knowing that a supposed tough tool had been so easily manhandled, or just finally being overwhelmed by the sheer super brawn that existed in Buck’s body that finally sent me over the edge a second time, but I came like some powerful dam had been burst by a superior force. My entire lower body arched off the sofa from the powerful thrust that was my cum-tsunami. I cried out louder than I could ever remember and wave after wave of Buck adoration filled my pants. In response to my orgasm, Buck flexed both of his big arms and began to release a torrent of his own testosterone-laden man-milk, as well. My body continued to buck hard against his mountainous body and he brought his arm around me to hold us closer together as we came – still flexing with the other arm. I simply let his hard muscled arm wrap around me and thought about the power it possessed. Ripping apart and crushing a wrench together, but then holding my body lovingly, just sent me over the edge even more. I could not fathom how this man’s love for me equaled his incredible strength. The feeling of joy he created within me only fueled me on more – desperate to show him my love, as well. I was a strength whore – it was true. And I had finally met someone that easily met all my desires, fulfilled all my fantasies, and got equally excited by feats of power. I could feel my heartbeat returning to its normal pace, I could feel my eyelids growing heavy as I was blanketed by warm, hard muscle, and I could hear the heavy breathing of my muscled Buck – a sign that he had beat me to sleep. I closed my eyes and began to dream of future feats of strength performed by my massive, loving, muscled boyfriend. 6 41 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
carlos Posted April 30, 2017 Share Posted April 30, 2017 STUPENDOUS RETURN. THANK YOU 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
boardman Posted April 30, 2017 Share Posted April 30, 2017 1 hour ago, carlos said: STUPENDOUS RETURN. THANK YOU Incredible story. Hot as hell!!! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
liftme Posted April 30, 2017 Share Posted April 30, 2017 You certainly know how to rock my world. My fantasy cone to light again, living with a strong muscle beast. Thank you again for this and all you do. More?? 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cropsey23 Posted April 30, 2017 Share Posted April 30, 2017 Great story! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gogr2 Posted May 1, 2017 Share Posted May 1, 2017 I need a Buck... please tell me you have more chapters planned. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hans Posted May 1, 2017 Share Posted May 1, 2017 Awesome as always, londonboy!! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iceman751 Posted May 1, 2017 Share Posted May 1, 2017 Always a fan of seeing a londonboy show off his strength for his sexual partners, I can never get tired of seeing a big, muscular guy crushing metal like nothing, or lift insanely heavy weights with ease! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Strengthlover Posted May 1, 2017 Share Posted May 1, 2017 Oh Londonboy! I was turned on from just the title. My friend you never disappoint, you have the ability to put me right in the story and make me feel like I am the guy telling the story. So hot, and you know my love for unbelievable strength. We've talked about this before. Thank you so much for this story. Made my week!!! ? 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wolf9 Posted May 3, 2017 Share Posted May 3, 2017 I too, am a strength whore. Always love your stories, Londonboy! What a hot beginning to another series! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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