m/m Might I Suggest

[londonboy]

I had merely suggested that they might like to see my house – knowing full well it would impress them.  I had been chatting with the two big guys at the gym and invited them home for lunch.  I could immediately sense that the invitation made them both very uncomfortable, so I had simply focused on the larger of the two guys and thought about how he might really like to see my place.  I thought about how the home gym and plush movie room would of specific interest.  He had immediately accepted the offer on behalf of the two of them – much to the consternation of his friend.  We were now standing in the large living space that opened out to the pool at my home – the beach, in sight, beyond.  I loved the fact that the two guys were so confident that they acted like they were whispering, but spoke loud enough for me to hear – it’s just something cocky guys like to do.  It’s as if they are marking their territory or something.  It was meant to intimidate me if I had any ulterior motives. 

 

“I’m not feeling comfortable with this, man.  Don’t you remember how this guy was staring at us while we were working out?  It’s like he was imagining us naked.  I say we split.”

 

“Are you kidding dude?  Look at this place.  This guy is fucking rich.  I say we milk this for everything we can.  Besides, he’s so tiny either one of us could squash him like a grape with little effort.  We got nothing to be scared of.  Let’s just sit back and enjoy the ride.  It’s nice to be pampered.”

 

“Might I suggest we sit over here to have our drinks,” I said, calmly, pointing to a sofa and chairs near the pool.  I had placed their two beers on a table in front of the large couch – making it pretty clear that they might want to sit near each other.  I took my place in a chair directly across from them.  The larger guy, Hank was his name, moved over to the sofa.  When he sat down he picked up the glass I had placed beside his bottle of beer and stared at it with a confused face as he took a big swallow.

 

“What’s this for?  You gonna serve water, too?”

 

“Might I suggest you pour your beer in it?”

 

“What for?” asked Hank, the larger of the two large men, as he took another quick sip.

 

“Cause it’s civilized, dude!  Just do it,” answered Toby as he sat next to his workout partner and poured his beer obediently into the glass.  He sat exactly where I hoped he would.  Hank gave him a ‘what the fuck’ look and then followed suit.

 

“Might I suggest you two make yourselves more comfortable.”

 

“I don’t know, mister.  I’m pretty fucking comfortable.  I worked my ass off in the gym and have a mega-pump, I’m sipping nice beer from a glass, and I’m sitting in what I’m sure is a ten-million-dollar home.  Can it get much more comfortable?”

 

“Might I suggest you take off your shirt, Hank?”

 

“Hell yeah!  I mean, if you don’t mind, sir.  Come on Tob, let’s go shirtless.”

 

“Dude, this is all a little weird.  Besides, I don’t want to see your man-boobs.”

 

“I know, bro, but I just gotta uncover these puppies.  It’s like if I don’t let them breathe I’m gonna die.  It feels like my shirt is as heavy as a suit of armor or something.  And it’s so fucking hot.”

 

In an instant, Hank had his shirt off and if he had man-boobs, as Toby called them – then I’d say I must be a man-boob fanatic.  His chest was miraculous.  Heavy, heavy thick looking pecs that tensed and bounced as he moved.  My mouth watered.  The young man was enormous, like a young Lou Ferrigno.  I could sense he was the more adventurous of the two – more gregarious and ready to embrace life.  I did like Toby’s reserve, though.  I had a feeling he was much more mature than his friend but loved hanging out with Hank so much, that he just accepted his friend as he was.  They had told me they had known each other a really long time.  Both were waiters at a fancy restaurant near the beach, while Hank had just started pursuing bodybuilding and Toby worked hard to build a modeling career.  Toby’s looks matched Hank’s hugeness.  The smaller big man had a fitness model physique and a face that had certainly caused many-a-wet-dreams over the years.  I appreciated beauty as much as I did muscles. 

 

“Toby . . . I’m sure you’d be able to catch a few rays while we’re out here drinking and dining.  I’m thinking you’d love to darken that already gorgeous tan of yours.  Am I right?”

 

“Yes sir.  That’s good thinking.  I could sure use a little more sun,” Toby replied as he put his beer down, grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt, and lifted it to reveal one of the most chiseled physiques I had ever seen. 

 

The two men were like the perfect pair – salt and pepper, Jack and Coke, oysters and champagne, or Ben and Matt.  I loved huge pumped muscle – represented by Hank, but I also loved that low body-fat look of a sculpted surfer – represented by Toby.  I had chosen perfectly.  I pushed a button on the table beside me and soon an elder gentleman stepped out onto the patio. 

 

“Gentlemen, might I introduce my friend and butler, Alfred.  Alfred, this is Toby and Hank,” I said, pointing to the appropriate guy when I spoke his name.

 

“Gentlemen,” Alfred responded with a raised right eyebrow.

 

“What’s up Al?” Hank said and I saw my butler cringe a little.

 

“It’s nice to meet you, sir,” said Toby, and this made Alfred smile.

 

“What would you like for lunch, guys?” I asked. 

 

“You mean, like we would say anything and this Alfred, here, is going to go and make whatever we ask for?” Hank said with total glee in his voice.

 

“No, no, no – not Alfred,” I replied, as the older gentleman turned to me with a shocked look.  “He will merely go and order it with the chef.  Might I suggest a salmon and shrimp Caesar salad, with toasted garlic bread and then a big cheese and fruit platter for dessert.  I also think a nice sauvignon blanc will go nicely with that.”

 

“Is that a vegetable?” Hank asked.

 

“It’s a wine, dude,” Toby quickly said, “That sounds really nice, mister.”

 

“Thank you, Alfred.  If you would let the chef know.  Oh, how do you like our new friends?”

 

“I haven’t seen bodies as nice as that since . . . um . . . yesterday, sir,” Alfred said, rolling his eyes and heading towards the kitchen.

 

“Do you have a lot of servants, dude?” Hank asked, taking another sip of his beer.

 

“Man, they’re not servants . . . they’re staff.  Jeez!” exclaimed Toby.

 

“Well excuse me, do you have a lot of staff, mister?”

 

“A few, yes.  By the way, you fellows may call me, Saxon,” I answered.  “No more of this ‘mister,’ stuff.”

 

“Is that your name?  Wow, it sounds like SAX-ON-the-beach!” Hank said, laughing and getting a ‘shut up’ look from his friend. 

 

“Fellas, do the two of you ever wear posers?” I asked, stepping to an outdoor fridge behind a bar to get them two more beers.

 

“You mean those skimpy little bathing suits?  Naw, I’m not in competition shape, yet, so I haven’t had to buy one.  I’m not sure I’m going to like them.  As for Mr. Three-Legged-Toby, here, he can’t wear them because of his larger-than-life endowment.  I swear the eight inches I’ve got on him in height all went to his crotch.  He’s a monster.” Hank said, boasting openly for his friend. 

 

“Dude, some things don’t need to be shared,” Toby said. 

 

“It’s not like you can hide it, Tob-ster.  Trust me, Saxon, it’s the first thing girls notice when we go out to bars.  I’m standing there – six feet, ten inches of solid muscle, but the dames are all looking at his crotch.  Most of them are scared to shit of the thing, but there are a few that usually take on the challenge.”

 

“Over-sharing, Hank.  I’m serious.  Saxon does not want to hear about my dick, okay?”  Toby said, clearly embarrassed by the conversation, but he also seemed a little proud of his giant tool, which had definitely not gone unnoticed by me – how could it?

 

“Well, getting back to posers, I just happen to have some new ones in that table at the end of the sofa, Hank.  Yes, just in there.   Might I suggest that you two get even more comfortable and put some on.  There are all sizes, Toby, so your more-than-ample endowment will not have to worry.  It would please me very much and brighten the day even more than it already is.”

 

“Wow, these things are really kind of hot,” Hank said as he opened the drawer and pulled out a bunch of still-tagged posers – all different colors and sizes.  Toby looked on with horror and nervousness.  I knew he’d need a little more convincing.  Hank, on the other hand, had already started laying a few across his crotch to imagine what they might look like.

 

“Surely, someone with a body like yours, Toby, and that of your friend’s, should not be covered with unnecessary layers of material.  All the work you have done to make yourself buff, it’s only right and kind to let others behold the fruits of your labor.”

 

“Well, when you put it like that, Saxon, it does sound selfish not to share,” Toby said in agreement – his words actually shocking himself. 

 

“It would be damn selfish,” Hank added – clearly ready to change.  “You got an outdoor changing room Sax, buddy?”

 

“Might I suggest that you both just change right here,” I said, slowly and clearly.  “We’re all grown men and there won’t be anything revealed we’ve never seen before.  That is, unless you’re embarrassed by your god given bodies and shy about your private parts.”

 

“Fuck it, I did circle jerks with teammates in the locker room during college, so changing here is a piece of cake.  I’ve got nothing to hide,” Hank said standing up and pulling down his sweats and briefs at the same time – in one quick, glorious move. 

 

Indeed, the huge specimen of manhood definitely had nothing to hide.  His thighs looked as big as chairs and the muscles tensed beautifully as he moved.  He also had nothing to be ashamed about in the meat department – sometimes a really big man does, indeed, have a nice sized penis, too.  There was no ‘trying to make up for shortcomings below the belt’ causing Hank’s lust for bodybuilding.  A nicely proportioned, thick, slightly curved dick hung invitingly between his legs as he pulled up some gold, shiny posers he had chosen.  It was only when Toby slowly stood up and pulled down his shorts and underwear that Hank’s endowments became obsolete.  Most wine bottles were not as thick as this young man’s cock and it hung down almost to knee level.  He could have easily been taken for an elephant.  The way that it flopped around told me it wasn’t even slightly hard at this insane size, which made me immediately want to suggest something to stimulate it, but I nixed that idea for later on.  I swear the obnoxiously large cock only looked right . . . symmetrical . . .  because Toby had this sculpted-by-the-gods body with appropriate bulges everywhere.  He was of decent height – probably six feet – and his beautiful muscles made you accept the tree he was now stuffing into triple extra-large black posers.  I’m sure his goal was that the color would help hide his more-than-a-horse cock, but it was also clear that was hopeless.  I swear the thing could actually wrap around his waist.

 

“Now, I think that makes all of us feel a lot better, don’t you,” I said to ease any lingering stress and it seemed to work.

 

“Yeah, I’m feeling really good.  Nice beer, snug posers, pumped body, the sun beating down on me, and a fucking mansion surrounding me,” Hank said, his face truly registering how happy he was.

 

“Yes sir, this is nice,” replied the more reserved Toby, adjusting his monumental package.

 

“How big is your chest, Hank?” I asked and the normally outspoken young man turned a little red and looked down at his huge pecs.

 

“I’ve swelled these puppies up to fifty-seven inches in the last month.  Gonna hit sixty by the end of the year.  I can feel it,” Hank said, tensing the pecs together and then bouncing them.  “Probably my best body part.  I just got to get the rest of my muscles on par with my pecs and I’ll be ready to compete.”

 

“It looks like you are well on your way, young man,” I replied, admiring his enormous size.  “I bet you like to play with your big chest, don’t you?”

 

“Yeah . . . yeah, I do.  Like right now.  I love to manhandle the big things – trying hard to compress the hard muscle,” he answered – his eyes not leaving his own chest and his hands groping the big mounds with not an ounce of self-consciousness.

 

“Dude, what are you doing?” asked Toby, who was staring at his friend in disbelief.

 

“Can’t help it man, I just sometimes got to feel all this thick muscle.  I love how all this hard beef swells when I tense it.  And watch – I can make them bounce together or one at a time,” Hank answered, and then he made his pecs do exactly as he had said.

 

“Wouldn’t you like to feel one of his massive pecs, Toby?  I bet Hank would love to share the privilege of groping – after all, there are two of them,” I suggested softly – imagining exactly what it would look like.

 

“Oh, hell yeah, T-man.  I’d love to have you clamping a strong hand down on my big pec.  Bring it in, mister T and show me what you can do.” Hank said, looking into the eyes of his friend. 

 

“Those big things are really hot,” Toby said, unbelieving the words came out so easily, and his right hand went up to grip Hank’s massive pec with spread fingers.  “Oh shit, dude, they’re so much harder than I thought they’d be.”

 

“Wait til I tense them, dude,” Hank replied and then he flexed his chest with all his might – forcing Toby’s fingers to have to lessen their grip and making both men let little moans escape their mouths.  “Fuck, feel free to squeeze harder, dude, my meat can take it.  Yeah, hard to hold on to all that tensed beef, isn’t it, dude?”

 

“It’s not hard to hold on to that big-ass nipple, punk,” Toby said as his fingers pinched Hank’s nub hard.

 

“Yeowwww!!!!  Oh, fuck that feels good, man,” Hank yelled.  “Do it again!” 

 

 “Look at you, loving the abuse,” Toby said.

 

“You have no idea, Tobster – no idea,” Hank replied, as he let his head fall back and he closed his eyes.

 

The bigger man had started tugging on his other nip in rhythm with his friend’s yanks on the first one.  Soft growl-like sounds came from somewhere deep inside Hank.  He was enjoying the abuse of his nips, completely.  I refused to touch myself as I watched the show.  I simply took a sip of the drink I had made myself and gazed at all the muscled beauty before me.  The men had forgotten I was there.  Toby was looking at his friend’s big pec – mesmerized by how much power he could use on the other guy’s nipple.  I wanted to see just how powerful my talents for persuasion could take me. 

 

“That plump man-knob looks like it could use a mouth sucking on it, don’t you think, Toby?  That would certainly make you feel nice, now wouldn’t it, Hank?” I said as calmly as I could.

 

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

 

“I would like to taste it, bud,” Toby said, politely and with begging in his eyes. 

 

That was all the permission the big bodybuilder needed.  He grabbed the back of Toby’s head with his big hand and forcibly directed the guy’s face to his waiting pec with its jutting nipple.  I could hear how hard Toby’s face hit by the smack it made.  The smaller man didn’t seem to mind, at all.  He simply began sucking on the nub sticking out from the swollen meat protruding from Hank’s big torso.  From the immediate sounds of grunts and groans coming from both men, it was very hard to determine who was enjoying themselves more.  Toby’s lips and mouth suctioned so hard that his cheeks caved in and gave him the look of a starved model.  Hank writhed uncontrollably from the pleasure suck he was receiving – taking his friend’s head into the air as his back left the sofa.

 

“Damn, Toby that mouth of yours is so fucking hot!” Hank said, without even thinking about it.

 

“Toby does have a beautiful, sweet mouth, doesn’t he, Hank?” I said softly.  “Wouldn’t you like to know what those lips, that tongue and his warm mouth taste like?”

 

I was pushing the envelope and I knew it.  I didn’t care.  The big boy on big boy action happening in front of me was almost too much for me to handle.  Huge muscled beef being licked, kissed, and sucked by this beautiful chiseled young man was much more than I had ever dreamed possible when I set out to the gym today.  I wanted to see where all of this could lead.  I wanted to satisfy all the urges these hot men were creating in my own body.  I focused on Hank because he seemed to respond to the promptings the most.  I was also beginning to pick up distant stirrings from Toby – something that made the show even better.

 

“Just think how nice it would to be kissing that mouth, Hank,” I said – picturing it in my mind.  “Might I suggest you try.”

 

“Come here, babe,” Hank said with heaving breaths and then he locked his fingers in Toby’s thick hair and pulled the smaller man’s head toward his face.

 

I could tell Toby paused briefly, allowing the lustful haze to lift for a few seconds and question what was happening.  Hank didn’t want the other guy to wait for very long.  The big man wanted to taste Toby’s mouth – that’s all he was focused on, now.  He didn’t even miss the wonderful sucking of his huge pec.  He smeared his mouth against the now waiting mouth of his friend – roughly, forcibly, making it clear that it was a big man’s kiss.  Hank’s tongue attacked.  His lips pressed in.  He inhaled.  And he moaned.  There had never been foreplay made in any porn movie better than this.  Hank dominated the smaller muscle man and kissed like he was trying to extract Toby’s soul through his mouth.  Toby’s fingers had re-found the big nubs on Hank’s chest and were going to town on them, again.  Hank’s big hands were all over Toby’s body – one pulling the other guy’s head in even harder into the kiss and the other caressing the chiseled back of the gorgeous man – getting dangerously low with each caress.

 

“Lunch is served,” Alfred announced, near the doorway to inside.

 

Those three words broke the mood and whatever influence I had been enjoying over the boys, but I didn’t mind.  I knew we’d be able to return to where we had left off after lunch.  Even with the mood ruined, the two young men continued to kiss for a few seconds more.  I watched closely to see what would happen as my suggestion wore off.  Toby was the first to stop, looking at his friend with wide eyes as Hank continued to press into his face with a kiss.  Toby pulled back quickly, realizing that his fingers were tugging on Hank’s nipples – so he jerked them away, too.

 

“What the fuck, Hank?” Toby said, scooting away on the sofa.

 

“I don’t know, Toby,” Hank said, looking a little confused, but satisfied, too.  “It was just a little snogging.  Don’t know why we did it, but I don’t really care either.  You’re a great kisser, dude.  A really great kisser.”

 

“That’s not the point, man.” Toby continued.

 

“Hey, I won’t tell anyone if you don’t tell anyone,” Hank said, winking at his friend and then turning to me.  “Sorry about that Sax-on-the-beach – I was just really horny and needed to see why all the girls say Toby is a great kisser.”

 

“Oh, don’t worry about me, fellas,” I said, “I was enjoying myself, too.  But come, lunch is served.  Might I suggest we move to the table over there beneath the umbrellas and have some food and drink?”

 

“I am hungry,” Toby said, standing – his perfectly, symmetrical muscles glistening a little from the sweat caused by his and Hank’s make out session. 

 

“I could eat a fucking horse,” Hank said, and he stood - his full six feet ten inches in all its glory, dressed only in golden posers.

 

I had forgotten just how huge the big man was.  Because he was constantly around his muscly friend, Toby, his full height and bulk was not always apparent.  But as he and I walked side-by-side to the table I felt like some kind of small wind-up doll moving in his shadow.  My oversized patio furniture looked small when he was in it.  I marveled at the idea that a man so large could navigate through the regular world so easily.  I’m sure he found doorways too low, spaces to confining, and many things infinitely too small.  That idea thrilled me and I was drawn to sit across from him so I could behold his enormity throughout the meal.  Toby sat at one end of the table, obviously still unsure about what had caused Hank’s intense session of sucking face.  But more importantly, it was clear he was concerned even more by his own involvement . . . and enjoyment . . . in the action. 

 

“Have you always been tall, Hank?” I asked as we began our meal and sipped our wine.

 

“Yeah, I topped six-two in eighth grade and weighed about two-sixty.  I dwarfed most of the teachers.  It was kind of cool,” the big man answered.

 

“He’s the main reason our high school football team won the state championship four years in a row,” Toby added – clearly proud of his good friend. 

 

“And how long have you two known each other?” I asked.

 

“Since the beginning of fourth grade . . . that’s when I moved to our hometown,” Hank answered. 

 

“It must be nice – having a best friend for so long,” I said, smiling.

 

“Yeah, it is,” Toby answered, smiling, too.

 

“This guy knows me better than anyone,” Hank said, laughing.  “He could get me into a lot of trouble if he ever told some of my secrets.”

 

“And vice versa, dude,” Toby responded.

 

“Might I suggest both of you share something that your friend doesn’t know,” I said with an ease that I hoped would help them feel even more comfortable in sharing.

 

“I sometimes beat off watching myself pose on video or in the mirror,” Hank quickly confessed.

 

“I sometimes beat off watching videos of you posing, too,” Toby quickly said, as well. 

 

Both men wouldn’t look at each other.  There was something sexually electrifying in the air and no one wanted to disturb it.  I, myself, could imagine jerking off a heavy one while watching the big man flex.  His foundation was magnificent.  I could see the pro competitor he would be in a few more years.  A smile crept across Hank’s face as he processed what his friend had said.  I realized, then, that it had never even crossed his mind that Toby might find his body hot.  He turned to look at the smaller guy.

 

“This can make you squirt, dude?” Hank asked as he flexed his right arm, making the biceps swell huge.

 

“Yeah,” Toby responded softly and stared at the tensed biceps, “If I’m in the right mood.”

 

“That’s fucking hot, bro,” Hank said in return – smiling even more.

 

“It looks like we’re all through with our lunch,” I said and then added, “Might I suggest that we return to the sofa and have a little routine from Hank.  I think we’d all love to see him pose.”

 

“Yeah, I’d fucking love that.  These posers make me look hot,” Hank said, bringing his arm down and immediately moving to the other area with a full glass of wine.  He was tugging the waist band of his posers out, teasingly.  “Something on the inside of me is really excited about posing for the two of you.”

 

“I’m glad, Hank,” I said as Toby and I sat down on the sofa with our wine.  “Might the outside freely show the same kind of excitement?  No one would mind if that happened.  We’re all big boys, here.  You being the biggest . . . well, in relation to your body, that is.  If you got turned on by all of this, we’d all understand.”

 

My suggestion made it so and Hank’s substantial meat in the gold posers thickened and elongated as soon as the sentence was finished.  It was like watching cartoon growth.  The joy on Hank’s face matched the happiness below.  I wondered if shooting hard so quickly made him a little light-headed.  My mouth watered as the covered cock continued to grow – even when I thought it was fully hard.  It seemed that Hank was a grower.  I had a feeling that Toby was a grower and a shower – since the mammoth tool was already showing through the black posers – completely flaccid.  I looked forward to suggesting he might be ‘more excited.’ 

 

“Fuck, Hank!  You want to turn down that monster in your posers, dude,” Toby said as he couldn’t help but notice his friend’s throbbing hard-on.

 

“Can’t help it man.  It must be the wine.  It must be the sun.  Or maybe it’s because I’m about to do this for your two,” Hank said, with no apology, as he brought both of his arms up into a perfect double biceps pose.  “Grrrrrrrr, look at all that beautiful hard meat, fellas.”

 

I almost asked if he meant up above or down below, but seeing his monstrous arms ballooning into the air made my mouth drop open.  The same response came from Toby, too.  This thrilled Hank to no end.  He flexed harder – veins popping out on his forehead and his cheeks turning red.  It looked like his arms then swelled a few more inches thicker.  The man’s muscles were breathtaking.  I so wanted to play with my hardening cock, but willed my hand not to move to my crotch.  I did not, however, want to put the same restrictions on my friend, Toby – my sofa mate.  He was mesmerized by Hank’s massive arms, so I took advantage of the situation. 

 

“We’re all friends here, Toby,” I said.  “Feel free to do whatever comes natural as you watch your big best friend, Hank, show off for you.  He’s such a colossal beast, don’t you think?  Let your body respond as it wants to.”

 

“Yes, sir,” came the soft response as Toby continued to stare at the big biceps in front of us.

 

“Might I suggest that you grab the opportunity to fully enjoy the show.  We might let your own colossal beast give us a show, too,” I said, looking at the man’s black posers.

 

Color drained from Toby’s face as his posers began to be stretched.  I knew that all the blood in his body was pumping hard to a certain part of him- that had suddenly started to grow.  I wondered in shocked awe at how the man could walk with the giant thing that had hung between his legs, but now I was in utter dismay as his enormous cock thickened.  The head popped out from the waistband of his black posers and it looked as big as my fist.  And, yet, the thing kept growing.  It snaked up Toby’s muscled thigh like a boa constrictor inching up the trunk of a tree.  Suddenly, I was aware of how thin and fragile my wrist looked compared to his dick.  Even when I thought it had reached its maximum size, the thing kept getting bigger and thicker.  Surely the kid would fall over forward if he stood up – the weight of that monster cock completely throwing off his balance.  By now, the gigantic rod stuck straight up – the tip nestled in the gaping crevice at the bottom of Toby’s perfectly formed pecs.

 

“Fucking hell, Toby, that thing is bigger than a telephone pole!” Hank exclaimed as he released his tensed fists, but kept his arms up beside his head.  “I’ve never seen it hard!  You make my cock look like a toothpick!”

 

This was far from the truth, but I could see why Hank would feel inadequate.  Toby’s mammoth pole looked inhuman – like it should be attached to a guy ten times the size of the guy who presently sported it.  It’s when Toby’s quite muscular hand wrapped around . . . well, tried to wrap around . . . the thing that it’s true size was highlighted.  Toby’s hand – the hand of a well-built man – looked tiny holding on to the telephone pole.  When he started pumping the big thing, his hand looked even smaller.  Hank watched Toby’s hand go up and down on the king dong.  The big man was mesmerized in a way he hadn’t expected.  The stroking of the huge cock made Hank want to do something equally as impressive, so he flexed his guns again.  Toby’s gaze was glued to the monstrous mounds tensed in front of him.  I could not decide where I wanted my focus to be – the enormous pecs and arms or the equally gigantic cock.  It was a glorious problem to have.

 

“That’s the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Toby – you sitting there pumping that big thing.”

 

“Then you haven’t looked in a mirror recently, Hank, because those arms of yours are the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”

 

“Might I suggest you come closer, Hank,” I said lightly – making it as if I wasn’t even there, only a voice in the wind.  “Maybe you two would like to touch each other.”

 

Hank’s legs moved without him bringing his arms down or taking his eyes away from Toby’s.  Hank used his big leg to push the coffee table in front of Toby and I to the side.  Luckily, our wine glasses were elsewhere.  Toby spread his legs farther apart, but kept his hand moving up and down on his hard-as-hell cock.  Hank knelt right in front of his friend – between his legs, his big body barely fitting.  He was flexing so hard his fists were shaking a little and his knuckles were white.  He leaned forward and Toby placed his free hand on top of Hank’s huge, tensed right biceps.  I saw both men jerk a little from a sexual jolt when their skin met.  Hank’s giant pecs rolled upward and Toby’s giant cock visually throbbed. 

 

“Might I suggest you tell me what Hank’s arm feels like, Toby,” I said, in almost a whisper.

 

“Like I’m massaging concrete that’s had the sun’s heat pounding on it all afternoon.”

 

“Wouldn’t you like to feel that huge cock between your big pecs, Hank?  Might I suggest you make your friend feel good by squeezing his hardness between your hardness.”

 

“Aw hell, that would be the best.  How about it, Toby - you want to fuck my massive chest.”

 

The slit of Toby’s dickhead opened up and a big gob of thick white semen seeped out and that was the only answer needed.  Hank kept the biceps flexed that still had Toby’s hand rubbing all over it.  At the same time, he took his other hand and reached down to pull his mammoth left pec away from the other – only to realize he’d have to pull further as Toby’s free hand steered his mighty cock between the mounds of beef.  The big man released his hold and pec meat instantly engulfed Toby’s big rod.  Hank’s pecs were the only things that could actually make Toby’s cock look regular.  Instantly, Hank tensed his chest and Toby let out a long moan.  Then, the smaller man started to buck his hips up and down, humping his cock in the tight crevice of the humongous pecs before him.  And he still kept his hand on Hank’s flexed biceps.

 

“Fuck my meaty pecs, man.  Yeah, that feels so good.”

 

“Shit, Hank, how can you squeeze your chest so hard?  I’m not going to last long, bud, if you don’t lessen your pec grip just a little.”

 

I felt I had died and gone to muscle worship heaven.  Had there ever been a couple made for each other more than these two?  Seeing that huge cock surrounded by hard bulging muscle was the thing that finally made me rub my own crotch.  There was no way that I could see these two muscled behemoths pleasing each other in this way and not get turned on.  I also pictured Alfred, my chef, my gardener, my chauffeur, my security guard, and my pool boy all gathered around the television where the security camera feed was delivered – with their own dicks in their hands - all getting off to the sight before them.  I knew the security room was going to smell like a bathhouse for days. 

 

“Hank . . . uh . . . . man . . . ungh . . . you gotta . . . quit . . . oh shit . . . squeezing so…”

 

I looked up and saw that Hank was now looking into the eyes of his best friend.  I saw a determined look in his gaze and knew he wanted one thing and one thing only.  He wanted Toby’s big cock to explode.  Watching the thick big head of that cock poking out from between massive pecs as Toby forced his crotch forward and then pulled it back was almost too much for all of us.  It was clear, however that Hank’s chest was in control of the entire situation.         

 

“Come on buddy, let that big thing blow.  Cover my massive pecs with your hot spunk,” Hank growled as he spoke.  “Wanna milk you dry, man.”

 

“Quit . . . squee-zing . . . ungh . . . ungh . . . stop . . . Hank, please . . . I can’t . . . hold . . . it . . . in . . . please…”

 

It was like watching a movie you’ve seen a hundred times and knew the ending by heart.  It was clear that Toby’ hard cock was being smashed by even harder mounds of muscle.  His cockhead was now a deep purple.  It was clear the poor kid would not be able to hold out any longer.  I felt like I should get an umbrella – for the ejaculation was going to be momentous.  We all knew what was coming – so to speak.

 

“I’m . . . sorry . . . Hank . . . I’m going to . . . so sorry, man . . .  ungh . . . ungh . . . unggggghhhhhhh!”

 

To say that Hank’s chin, neck, and chest got sprayed would be an understatement.  It was more like he got hosed down.  Toby’s giant cock could obviously store up more juice and propel it more forcibly than that of a normal man.  Hot cum shot up into the air and rained down – splattering loudly against Hank’s chest.  And still the big man’s tits squeezed.  And still the large cock exploded.  It was like a gif on constant repeat – a never ending fountain of Toby’s milk.  I was worn out just watching the boy have an orgasm.  There was no telling how spent he felt at the end of his eruption. 

 

“Fuck, that was incredible, Toby.  It’s like you could keep every sperm bank in the world fully supplied forever.  I’ve never seen someone spew like that,” Toby said, pulling his chest back and watching the enormous dick flop out from between his pecs. 

 

The towering cock was still hard and stayed poking up into the air.  All three of us stared at it - waving back and forth a little like a flagpole in the wind.  I looked down and saw that Hank’s posers were sopping wet – he had clearly joined in with Toby’s explosion.  The big man obviously could not hold out watching his best friend release a supersized load.  I admired the mammoth wall of muscle that was the young man’s body.  It was even more spectacular covered in the drying cum of the beautiful guy across from him.            

 

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” said Toby, his gaze staring into Hank’s eyes. 

 

“Yeah?  That’s kind of funny, Tobster, because I’ve sat in my room many-a-night yanking myself to a big finale and wishing it had been your hand, mouth, or ass making me explode,” Hank said in response.

 

It suddenly hit me that I had not suggested either statement.  I hadn’t even subconsciously thought the words that were being shared.  I was a little taken aback by what was happening in front of me.  Hank leaned back towards Toby and slid his big hands under the other man’s ass.  Toby wrapped his legs around his big friend.  Hank stood up, taking the smaller muscleman into the air with him.

 

“How about we take a little dip - to do a little clean up?” Hank asked as he turned and walked down the stairs into the cool water of the pool. 

 

I watched in astonishment as the two big men kept moving until they stood with water at chest level.  Still supported by Hank’s arms, Toby splashed water onto the big pecs, neck, and massive arms of his friend – washing off all the dried spunk.  The two men never took their eyes away from each other.  Once they both sparkled in the sunlight because of water droplets, Toby brought his face to Hank’s and they began to kiss passionately.  I no longer existed to either of them.  I no longer had to suggest anything.  I simply watched.

 

It was then that it occurred to me . . . I might suggest that they grow… 

[liftme]

Oh man LB our fantasies are so n'sync but getting me hard and then stopping story, not cool.  Lol. Keepem coming bud.

[dredlifter]

12 hours ago, londonboy said:

It was then that it occurred to me . . . I might suggest that they grow…

You evil tease, you 

Another great work.  And very cool to see you branching out into some new themes.  Like the mind-control, sorta-hypercock, things like that. 

[Tobias]

LOVE a little mind and body control of a tank like Hank, confident, easy-going bull getting his "limits expanded" in the body appreciation realm, and a hot "closet case" like Toby, especially by someone either one of them could snap like a twig with just a twitch of muscle. Tapping those inner muscle lust feelings for each other and bringing them to the surface is just a bonus.

[Jtchef2]

Simply an amazing story! How you come up with them all is awesome, and we are all so lucky to get to read them. Thank you.

[MusicalKingDj]

My mind instantly went to bioshock with atlas saying “would you kindly”