Mdlftr Posted June 8, 2020 Share Posted June 8, 2020 I LOVE the muscle descriptions, and it adds to the intensity that the narrator, Max, loves his muscles: “Okay, we’ll start with my deltoids. My sweatshirt is already torn over the left one.” I pulled on the sleeve, and it ripped even more, revealing a bowling ball with striations, covered in sweat-shiny skin. I looked down on it myself. It was beautiful, big and strong. Terrific descriptions! I really appreciate your writing, Maxum! * One suggestion: Please use some other color besides RED for your text. While it has high contrast, there are some types of color blindness where people are unable to perceive the color red. Also, the contrast can be a bit hard on the eyes. I personally found that I ended up highlighting your text while I was reading it (as if I were going to copy it). That temporarily changed the color to a cooler shade of blue and white, which was easier on the eyes. The content of the words and the way they are put together is very compelling! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maxum Posted June 8, 2020 Author Share Posted June 8, 2020 Bygones for the text color. Will fix when I have access to my own computer later today. I’ve been far back in the wilderness, and I sent the update via satellite relay and a totally sketch server. I don’t seem to be able to chose black or white. I chose orange, but it came across red. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hoga Posted June 8, 2020 Share Posted June 8, 2020 Great Job. I would love to see him really compete against the stone wall guy. Strength contest! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maxum Posted June 9, 2020 Author Share Posted June 9, 2020 Hi guys! Well, I'm back in civilization now, and I just read chapter 9 that I composed on my iPhone in a snow tent in the back country. (I highly recommend against publishing under these conditions.) I've pulled the chapter for now and will repost it once I've read through it and made some sense of it. Thanks for your patience. -M 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post Maxum Posted June 10, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted June 10, 2020 Here's the revised version. There are enough substantial changes that I think you'll enjoy it, even if you read the previous rendition. I've removed some of the unnecessary portions to help cut to the chase but left in enough story line to move it along. I was also able to change the text color to a medium blue. (I can't seem to land black or white.) Let me know if the change works. The Wall, Chapter 9 “Jason” By the time I arrived home, it was half past ten. The sun was peeking out from clouds that retreated eastward, making way for patches of warm sun and blue sky. A soft breeze blew the fresh, wet scent of spring. The events of the morning played back in my head. So much had happened that the memory was difficult to fathom. In my mind’s eye, I could see each second like a frame from a movie, every one a well-focused snapshot all the sights, sounds and smells, punctuated by the taste of adrenaline and the brisk slap of wind and cold rain. The individual frames were easy enough to perceive. However, when I ran them together in motion, they blurred into a confusion of fast forward chaos.. Rushing in,… grabbing the door,… lifting the tuck, …saving the woman. Lifting the truck... I knew I had done it. What I couldn’t understand was how. We have all heard accounts of everyday people tapping reservoirs of incredible strength in times of great panic or need -- like the slight mother lifting the trunk of a tree or the wheel of a car to free her trapped child. The stories are amazing indeed, but they are within the realm of reality. My situation was different however. I had lifted the weight of a semi-truck with one hand, pulled the door off a car with the other, and pulled a woman to safety. To top it all off, I was growing. Something odd was definitely happening. I got out of my car and surveyed my garden. Hell of a storm, but only a few small branches broken. I looked to my left and noticed that the pile of large stones was substantially smaller than before. Someone had certainly been working, but I could find no evidence of workmen or equipment. They must have all left when the storm hit full force. All I saw now was the wall, almost 2/3 complete, covered in plastic for protection from the rain. “Hey, Max!” “Jason! Hi there, my friend! Long time no see. What are you doing here? I thought you were out in California. Cal State, was it?” “Cal TECH, Max! Totally different. Cal Tech is the premier physics program in the country, probably in the whole world! I’m getting my doctorate in phase-change dynamics, basically the study of energy stored and releases as materials change from solid to liquid and liquid to gas. It probably sounds boring, but the field is actually super interesting and has millions of practical uses. My dissertation looks at techniques that make very strong but rigid materials more pliable under certain conditions. The application could help in the construction of better buildings that are safer in earthquakes. I’m in the home stretch. I’ll be defending my dissertation soon. Right now, I’m just staying next door at Dad’s house while I pitch some ideas to potential New York investors.” “Well, as usual, I’m impressed, Jason. You’ve always been excited about science, and I’m glad you’ve found way to use it to make the world better and safer.” “Yeh. I’m stoked! It’s totally gratifying. Hey, if you’ve got a few minutes, I can show you what we've been working on. I have some prototype models for a seismic moment frame. I’ll be presenting my ideas at a meeting on Friday, and I could really use some feedback on my presentation. Do you think I could practice my presentation on you?” “Sure, Jason. I’d love to catch up and see what you’ve been doing. Give me a few minutes to get cleaned up and changed. I’m just getting home from a night in the city, and I’d like to get settled. Why don’t you go grab your models and meet me back here in 15 minutes?” “Okay, that sounds great. See you in a few.” I jumped in the shower as fast as I could, totally ignoring the mirror for now. No need to get lost in another self-worship fantasy. Jason would be back in a flash. “Hello?” Jason had let himself in and was out in the foyer. Right on time. Fifteen minutes exactly. I should have known a physicist wouldn’t be late. “I’ll be out in a minute, Jason. Just finishing up. Make yourself at home. There’s a pot of coffee brewing in the kitchen. Cups are in the cupboard, or you can turn on the tube.” “Thanks, Max. I’m good for now. I’ll just go out on the terrace and set up the demonstration. If it isn’t a bother, I could use a pot of hot water for the demo.” “Sure, man. I’ll bring one out with me when I come.” When I got out to the terrace, Jason was beaming. “You’re gonna love this, Max. It’s so cool yet so simple. I don’t know why no one has thought of this yet.” A collection of 90-degree two-armed levers were laid out on a table, each labeled with a colored dot. “Okay, so here’s the pitch… “Steel frame construction has dominated the construction of tall buildings for over 120 years. Before 1890, buildings were constructed with wood timber framing, and their heights were limited to 12 stories or fewer. With the development of steel building techniques, however, the heights of buildings have continued to rise. Our current skyscrapers skylines are a result of the virtues of steel. Currently, steel is the only affordable material choice that is strong enough and rigid enough to construct tall buildings. The advantage of steel is its strength and rigidity. However, steel has a weakness that lies in its strength. Because it is rigid, steel lacks flexibility and resilience. When confronted with a strong enough force, it fails by deforming permanently, bending and crumpling rather than flexing and snapping back. “Now, what if we came up with a system for building that provided the strength of steel with flexibility and resilience? Here is where our research comes into play. We have developed a series of alloys of varying “strengths” that are hard and strong like steel under usual circumstances but transform into a more flexible substance when energy is applied. “Max, pick up that first lever, the one with the white dot. Hold it in front of your chest and try to compress it.” I picked up the lever and gave it a good squeeze. “Seems pretty solid.” “Great. As you can see, that lever is strong and unbendable. Now, hand that lever to me.” I gave him the lever, and he held it in front of his chest. He pushed and pulled, too, but the lever did not budge. He then poured hot water over the lever, and the joint bent with ease. He handed it back to me. The lever was now pliable, more like very stiff rubber than steel. As it cooled, the joint stiffened and regained its original shape and rigidity. “Wow! That’s cool.” “Yup. Super cool if you ask me. It’s “flexible steel,” or more precisely, flexible fiber carbon – lighter and stronger than steel but more flexible and resilient than wood.” He beamed. “Now I know you’re thinking that this is all well and good, but who is going to pour hot water on the levers and joints just in time for a building to absorb the shock of an earthquake? That’s where phase-change dynamics comes in. You see, the application of the energy needed to make this material flex does not have to come from heat. The energy and force from a sudden impact, like the shock wave of an earthquake, can transform the material and allow it to respond to the challenge. The stronger the challenge, the greater the response. “Okay, Max, now pick up that next lever, the one with the yellow dot, and try to compress it. Start gently at first, and then increase the pressure.” I started to push. It felt solid at first, but as I squeezed a bit harder, it suddenly gave slightly and then snapped back into shape. “Wow, Jason, that’s pretty cool, but if I can apply enough force to make it transform, it hardly seems strong enough to hold up a building.” “Well, that’s where these other levers come into the demonstration. We’ve found a way to temper the material so that the transformation occurs at various loads, basically allowing us to dial the strength and flexibility up or down depending on the needs of construction. “You look pretty strong, Max. Pick up that next lever, the one with the blue dot, and squeeze it the same as before. The yellow lever transformed at 50lbs of force; the blue one transforms around 100 lbs. You’ll feel the difference.” Same routine, but this time it took a little more work to make the blue lever give. Jason continued, “We estimate we can create a range of materials with load strengths from 10 pounds to 10 million tons, more than enough to hold up the tallest buildings on earth. Try the next one. It should be harder for you. I picked up next lever and started to strain. It was definitely more of a challenge. Since the previous two levers were rated at 50 lbs and 100 lbs, I figured this one was probably 200 lbs, a force I should be able to generate. However, when I pushed and I struggled with all of my might, the lever refused to yield. “Come on, Max. Push! I know the ratings of each of these levers. You should be able to bend that one.” I zeroed my focus on bending the lever. Everything else disappeared. I took a deep breath and squeezed, mustering all of my strength and then some. After a moment, it finally gave. I was sweating and panting when I looked up at Jason. I must have strained longer and harder than I thought. Jason was staring at me with his mouth slightly open. He was panting as well, and his dick was tenting his pants. That’s when I noticed that my sweatshirt was torn at the shoulders and tight on my pecs. I had grown a bit more. My own dick was hard in my pants “Ummm,… Max, I thought you had picked up the lever with the green dot, rated at 200 lbs, but I see that the green lever is still here on the table. What color dot is on the lever you’re holding” I looked down at the lever, turned it over, “Red.” “Red!” Jason responded. “Oh my god, Max. That lever is for another part of the demonstration using a hydraulic compressor. It’s rated at 1600 lbs. No one should be able to bend that lever with their bare hands.” “Well, it wasn’t easy. That’s all I can say.” I looked up again. Jason searched my eyes for an answer but found none there. His gaze then fell from my eyes to my torso. I saw his dick twitch subtly, and a small wet spot appeared on his pants. He reached his hand out. “Your sweatshirt…” “Yeh, looks like it ripped. Not much good anymore.” “You grew,” he said softly, questioning. Busted. No reason to deny it. So I looked straight at Jason and puffed out my chest. “Yeh, I grew.” He swallowed hard, and the wet spot grew larger. “How?” “I don’t know. It’s happened a few times in the past 24 hours.” Motioning to his hardon, I said, “You seem to approve.” He looked down and away, ashamed of his desire. “It’s okay, man. Look at me. I’m hard for you, too. I understand.” He looked up at me tentatively, “Um. I’ve never… um, you know… with a man.” “We’ll take it slow. Just stay with me. I’ll help you.” I brushed his lips softly with mine, and he mumbled something unintelligible. Then he brushed my lips softly with his. The tip of his tongue wetted my mouth. I kissed him more deeply, and he let out a moan. His dick twitched again. “Maybe we should get undressed first.” I reached down and unbuckled his belt , unbuttoned his pants and zipped down his fly. “I always love unwrapping the package.” I didn’t extract his dick at this point because I wanted to prolong the anticipation. I pulled his shirt off over his head. He just stood there unstaring, perfectly still and breathing ever so softly. A shiver spread across his whole body. He was primed. It seemed the slightest movement or even a warm breeze could send him over the edge; so I took a step back and looked at him. I don’t think I had ever really looked at Jason before. To me he had always been a another geeky young man, more the son of one of my neighbors than a whole, real person. Seeing him now, I realized he was kind of a hunk. His face was handsome without being rugged, and his body was tight and athletic, muscular without being “built.” He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. A swirling pattern of hair spread across his wide chest, narrowing to a silky trail that disappeared in his pants. I moved close behind him and placed my hands on his shoulders. I nuzzled his neck and kissed him there softly. I exhaled my breath as I whispered into his ear, “You have such a beautiful body.” My hands slid from his shoulders to the top of his chest and then made their way down to his waist, grazing his nipples and caressing the smooth skin of his obliques along the way. When I reached the waistband of his boxers, I paused for a second and then slid my hands in. The skin over his hips was smooth and unexpectedly cool, but as I moved my hands forward, I could feel warmth radiating from his cock. Reaching their targets, my left hand caressed his scrotum and lifted his balls, while my right hand encircled his dick. He was big, and his cock was hot and pulsing. I gave a soft squeeze, and it swelled in response. He shuddered, and I thought I might have pushed him too far, but he sucked in a breath and held it. “Not yet,” I said. He threw back his head. “Fuuuuck! More forcefully now, “I said not yet! Hold onto it.” I pulled my hands from his pants and walked around to his front. We were standing face to face, but I was quite a bit taller; so he was staring at my chest. He reached out his hands and let them fall on my pecs. I flexed slightly, and he squeezed back in return. Then making his hands into fists, he pounded my pecs a few times sending shockwaves of pleasure to my core. It was my turn to moan. My dick twitched. “Fuck, you are huge,” he said. “So goddamn thick. Flex your pecs again for me.” I did, only this time I flexed harder, and my pecs rose even thicker and higher. He pounded me some more with his fists, and as he punched harder, I felt the shockwaves at the base of my dick. “God almighty!” He pounded some more and then grabbed my broad shoulders. “You are as big as a mountain and harder than stone.” “You could get a better look if I took off my shirt” He looked up hesitantly. “Okay, What if we just start with the sweatshirt,” I said, grabbing the collar and ripping it clean from my torso. I was now clad in a T-shirt that was oversized yesterday but seemed too small for me now. He grabbed hold of my arms and let out a low whistle. I put my hands on his hips and lifted him up to kiss him again on the mouth. With the exertion, my arms swelled in his hands. He rubbed them, and I flexed even harder. I could feel his hands loosing their grip as I my arms grew. He pushed away from the kiss. “Oh my god! Your arms are so huge. Make a muscle. You know… flex your biceps.” He mimed a gesture of flexing his arm. I made a fist with my left hand and put it on my left hip. Then I made a fist with my right hand and swung my it up in an arc and pulled it down in a powerful single biceps pose. Even unflexed, my arm had a peak. I started to squeeze, and the rounded peak rose. It was bigger than before. It must be at least 24 inches. He grabbed it with both hands and then applied his mouth and his tongue, painting it shiny with spit. I flexed harder for him, and the peak rose even higher, becoming less rounded and splitting into two peaks that struggled for dominance on top of my arm. At the same time, the sweep of my triceps deepened and widened. The effect was devastating. Jason reached in his pants and pulled out his hardon. It was a beauty, 8 full inches and as thick as his wrist. A big glob of precum flowed out of his dick. It twitched involuntarily. He grabbed hold of his shaft, but before he could jack it, I stopped flexing. “No! You will not cum until I let you.” He stopped. A big drop of precum oozed out of his slit and dribbled down his throbbing shaft. He whimpered in protest and frustration. “Urrrggghhhhh!” In truth, I was almost as turned on as Jason. My own cock had worked its way out of my pants and was plastered against my abs to the left of my naval. The head leaked precum that slicked my sixpack and stained the hem of my shirt. We both took a breath. “You okay now?” He nodded. “Then let’s proceed with lats.” I put my fists on my waist and pushed in, at the same time rolling my shoulders forward and flexing hard. It felt like I doubled in width. A tearing sound and the sensation of cool on my back announced another failure of my shirt. I turned around slowly, revealing the tear. Facing away, I pulled the front of my shirt. It gave way in my hands, fully exposing my back and my shoulders. I just stood there a moment. Jason was breathing in irregular short spurts. He was getting closer again. “Wide enough for you?” I flexed hard again, and he bellowed. “Ohhhh Fuuuuuuccckkkkkk!” “Hold onto it, Jason” I commanded. I relaxed and just stood there a moment until the rhythm of his breathing calmed. “Okay, now how about triceps” I grabbed my left wrist with my right hand behind my back and pushed down hard. I felt the muscles contract and jump into relief. The muscles made thick horseshoe shapes on the backs of my arms. I relaxed and then flexed them again. They were so thick. I felt Jason grab hold. I then raised my arms high up over my head, flexed my shoulder and back, and started to turn. When I was halfway around I sucked my gut into a vacuum pose and then brought my arms down in an arc to a most muscular pose as I turned completely to face him. As I flexed, every part of my body expanded with power and size. I looked down and saw sweat-shiny skin and dark fur stretched tight across my huge torso. Thick veins snaked down the fronts of my biceps and divided into a network of veins on my forearms. Before standing up, I pushed my pants to my knees and pushed my cock down. Upon standing, I flexed my thighs and let go, allowing the thick club slap back up against my abdomen with a thud. It was magnificent, now easily 11 inches long and at least 8 inches around. I stood to full height and sucked in my gut, assuming the “relaxed” pose – shoulders out and rotated forward, arms raised just slightly, lats and pecs slightly flexed. I felt strong like Hercules, and I looked like a god. Jason reached out an grabbed hold of my dick. It was slick with precum, and he started to jack. At the same time he took his own cock with his other hand and just held it tight. The head was purple and shiny, and his balls were starting to rise. “Time for the grand finale,” I said. I brought both hands up behind my head. As I did so, I flexed, and my biceps fought for room between my forearms and head. I took a deep breath and then let it all the way out, flexing my abs into six defined cobbles. As I flexed even harder, two more cobbles appeared. Jason was still jacking. I crunched down even more, and my eight-pack became 10. I looked down at my body. There was so much muscle, and my cock was so big. The deluge was coming, I felt the unstoppable urge. As the load built up in my balls and the base of my cock, my whole package expanded, pushing Jason’s fingers apart. That was the last straw for Jason. He could no longer resist and shot load after load of thick, hot, sweet cum across my flexed torso. At the same time, I felt the inevitable pause and then roared as my own cock unloaded and covered Jason in cum. 31 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted June 10, 2020 Share Posted June 10, 2020 The edit you made was awesome. He was no longer suprised about the changes but he embraced them. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jtchef2 Posted June 11, 2020 Share Posted June 11, 2020 Awesome chapter. I didn't read the original one, but I am extremely happy with this one. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tjdonger Posted June 11, 2020 Share Posted June 11, 2020 Excellent! Enjoying the journey and build up! More please... 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maxum Posted June 14, 2020 Author Share Posted June 14, 2020 The Wall, Part 10 “Eye Candy” He strutted onto the property as if he owned it. I had heard the truck drive up and the door slam. I looked out the window. It was like Jersey Shore comes to Long Island. The young Italian hunk was preened like a peacock, not a hair out of place. His jeans were slung so low that I could see his grunge in the front and a trail of hair disappearing into his butt crack in the back. His ass was a work of art, bouncing and flexing as he walked. His oversized belt buckle rested just above an ample bulge, and there was a two inch gap between his belt and his shirt. What most caught my attention were the words on his shirt. The color of the shirt cloth itself was turquoise, and it was stretched across a magnificent body. Rolled up at the sleeves, it revealed the curves of round biceps and triceps, and it stretched over mountains of powerful traps and muscular shoulders. His pecs were the best part, however, disproportionately large – no, disproportionately huge -- high, thick and wide. They were so big that they were almost cartoonish. The shirt stretched tight across his massive chest, and I could make out not only his nipples, but also his large areolae. In bold white letters across that sumptuous chest were two words in white lettering, all caps: EYE CANDY. Were it not so absurd, were it not so insanely true, and if he were not such a cliché, it all would have been laughable. It would have seemed he was trying too hard, but since he was such a gorgeous piece of Italian male perfection, it actually worked. In fact, it worked so well that I wondered if there weren’t an adept mind and wry sense of humor behind those mirrored sunglasses. The front doorbell rang. I opened the door. There stood Eye Candy, mirrored glasses and all. “Hey, man. Nice place. You live here?” “Maybe… Who’s asking?’ “Oh, sorry, man. The name’s Lucky, and I’m looking for the dude who is building your wall. I’m a stone mason apprentice, and I noticed he does nice work. I just finished a wall down the road at 2311, the Bernstein place. I thought maybe your dude could use some help. I could use the dough. I’m kind of in between gigs right now, and I’ve been eyeing some new chrome rims for my rig.” He motioned to the shiny black truck in my driveway. “Well, Lucky, I haven’t seen the mason myself, but he seems to be making quick work of the wall. If you don’t connect with him soon, I’m afraid you may miss the opportunity for any work. "However,… I’ve got some other odd tasks that need attention in the garden. If you’re hungry for work, I could hire you by the hour. Then maybe if my mason returns while you’re here, you could talk to him personally. I’m Max, by the way. Max Rayburn.” “Lucky. Luciano Francesconi Ciccarello -- Catholic Italian,… in case you didn’t notice.” “No. It didn’t escape me,” I chuckled. “Not much does.” I scanned his body first down and then back up, surveying the sum total, my eyes coming to rest on his big chest. Not missing the attention, Lucky bounced his big pecs. When I looked back to his face, a crooked smile appeared, and he said, “You work out?” “Yeh, I work out.” I replied. “Thought so. You look big.” His hand absentmindedly adjusted his package. “I just wasn’t sure on account of your suit. Some big guys in suits are just fat.” He continued, “Not me. I’ve put a lot of work into this bod. I work out, and I dress for the occasion, so to speak. No need to hide the goods. I consider it a public service to display what I got. People seem to enjoy it.” He wiggled his brows. “Mrs. Bernstein enjoyed it.” He paused. “I think that you might enjoy it.” He lowered the mirrors just far enough to peer over them, and then he flexed his pecs again and smiled wryly. “I’m an equal opportunity kinda guy if you know what I’m sayin’.” ‘Hmmm… well, I suppose we’ll find out. But first, let’s talk about the work in my garden. I’m re-laying a stone pathway through a part of the garden that is very old,” I continued. “It was poorly executed when it was first installed; so, we need to pull out the whole thing and re-lay it properly. I want to maintain the original look; so, let’s save the original bluestone and reconstruct the pathway without changing the design.” I added, “Some of the stones are pretty good size. It’s heavy work, but from what I can see, you won’t have any trouble at all.” “With guns like these…” he said, raising both arms in a flex, “it won’t be a problem.” I smiled. The hard sell was making me a little uncomfortable but turning me on at the same time. Moving the conversation along, I said, “Great! I already have the tools and supplies. I’ll pay you $45 per hour for the labor. I think the whole job can be done in a day; so, we’re talking about $400 total.” Then I added, “We can discuss extras and tip at the end.” “You can start now, or you can wait till after lunch, or you can come back tomorrow. The day is not too hot yet, but the humidity is going to get pretty oppressive.” “I got my work clothes in my rig. I’ll get changed; then I can get started now. Maybe I can finish today and get paid.” Lucky’s work attire was true to his code and left nothing to the imagination. He seemed to take his “public service” seriously. He wore nothing more than a pair of oversized bib overalls and some boots. From what I could tell, he had removed everything else. He had buttoned only one of the two shoulder straps. The other flapped casually open, exposing most of his torso. The side snaps at the waist were also left open, presumably to increase ventilation, but I suspected more to expose the flex of his hips and because it gave easy access to scratch his balls and grope his package (or let someone else do that for him). His skin was flawless and smooth, perfectly tanned with no visible lines. Since it was only March and we were dealing with Lucky, I had to assume that the tan was generated by the bulb in a booth or the spray from a bottle. Nevertheless, the effect was perfection. His magnificent chest was on three-quarter display, ridiculously thick and waxed entirely hairless. Only one of two brown-red nipples surrounded by a large areola was fully in view, but I knew the other must be equally perfect. The retro areolar soft tissue puffed slightly, a side effect from the abundance of testosterone he had pumped into his system. The effect was appealing, making his tits seem that they begged to be suckled. Luciano Francesconi Ciccarello looked good enough to eat, and he knew it. He was also aware that I was hungrily watching. I stayed in the house while he worked on the walkway, attending to business Zoom meetings and making phone calls. Every time I glanced out the window to check on his progress, he would seductively rise and stretch or flex or wipe the sweat from his torso. About half past four, I went out in the garden to inspect Lucky’s work. The job site was neat, and the path stones were amazingly level and closely set. I had not expected such beautiful work from this swaggering bohunk. Behind the mirrored glasses and beneath the supped up chassis and painted on tan, Lucky was a fine craftsman. I was astounded. He was sweeping the last stones of the path when I came upon him. Pushing the broom set his sweat-shiny muscles in motion. The angle of the sun cast shadows across his frame that accentuated his size and definition. When I approached, he seemed to give an additional flex. I felt a twitch in my groin. “Whadaya think?” He asked. “In a word?” I said, “Stunning!” My reference to both his work and physique was intended and presumably received. I added, “I haven’t seen perfection like that in a very long time.” Lucky smile broadly and shifted his weight. I noticed the pendulum motion of his free swinging cock behind the loose, faded denim. He shifted again, and the pendulum swung. The effect was like that of a hypnotist’s pocket watch. It swayed, I stared, and I surrendered my will. My own cock responded and began straining my fly. “I’m glad you like it,” he said. Then he nodded to my buldge and added, “It looks like you could use a hand with something else there, if you know what I mean. I think it might be time to talk about those tips and extras you mentioned earlier.” With that, Lucky closed the distance between us and grabbed hold of my package. “Fuck! Max, you’re a monster down there.” He manipulated and massaged me until my full length extended to my left hip. He slid his hand in my pocket and continued to grope. He seemed to be weighing a measuring my size in his hand. “Fuuuuck! That’s a big piece of meat. You must have conceiled-carry permit for that thing.” He slowly leaned in and kissed me wet on the mouth, pulling me closer and sliding a meaty thigh between my legs. I couldn’t resist and ground my dick into his quads, grabbing his ass and pulling our bodies even together. He grabbed my ass back, pulling me both up and in tighter, grinding our crotches together and kneading my glutes in his strong hands. He lifted me up by my ass, demonstrating his strength and testing my weight. “Damn, Max. I can barely lift you. How much do you weigh? You are a very big boy.” “And you, Lucky, are not so small yourself.” My hands traveled up the curve of his arms, over the bulge of his shoulders and down the curve of his back and his rump, coming to rest under the curve of his ass and lifted him off the ground in return. He was solid. “Mmmmmph” “Let’s take this inside.” I opened the door to the pool house, and we stumbled inside. We entered the bedroom, and he pushed me down on the bed and backed away slowly. My eyes were wide with anticipation. If he wanted to give me a show, he had my attention. First, he kicked off his boots and took of his socks. Then, standing fully erect, he faced me and cupped his one exposed pec in his hand. He massaged the thick muscle, letting it flex and relax. He twisted the nipple and moaned softly as his other hand slid into his pants. I could tell from the outline on the front of his pants that his cock was now fully erect. He jacked it slowly. The muscles in his big shoulder and arm came alive with his manipulations. With his free hand, he then reached up to his shoulder and unhooked the remaining strap, releasing the bib and revealing the full mass of his torso. The overalls fell as far as his groin but then stopped, hung up on his massive erection. Lucky stood fully erect and perfectly still, allowing me the time and luxury to survey and absorb the full depth of his beauty. He was exquisitely carved. Were is not for the subtle rise and fall of his chest, I might have mistaken him for a statue. His muscles were large and round with deep cuts between each muscle belly. His grace of his symmetry transcended perfection. In his current condition he could easily win any number of amateur shows. He swept his hands up in an arc over his head and then pulled them down slowly into a very powerful, symmetrical double biceps pose. He held the pose few seconds and then redoubled his effort. Then he shifted his hips just slightly but enough to free the overalls and send them cascading to the floor. Huge rippling thighs were now revealed and he flexed them into a frenzy of striations as his hardon bobbed up and slapped him in his tight abs. An shiny strand of precum fell like honey across his left hip. As his posing continued, I rose from the bed. My hands ran over his arms and his shoulders. His biceps were high and round and surprisingly wide. He pushed his arms down by his sides and I felt his thick triceps. His pecs flexed seductively, rising, twisting and flexing in to hard mounds. I grabbed his flexed pecs and started to rub. He relaxed them for my inspection. They were firm and wide and impossibly thick. I measured their size with my hands. They were heavy and dense. I lifted them up and let them drop back to his chest. They bounced slightly. Occasionally he would flex, and the flesh would transform into granite before relaxing again. As I continued my rough pec massage, more precum appeared at the slit of his cock. I groped him more firmly, and he threw back his head. I squeezed even harder, and he writhed with pleasure and kissed me deeply and urgently. My hands like a vice on his pecs. My rough thumbs found his nipples, and he roared. He unzipped my pants and extracted my cock. I had not yet adjusted to my increase in size, and when I looked down at myself, I gasped. Lucky was right -- I was a monster down there. It was huge and imposing, throbbing and red. We were still kissing when his hand wrapped around it. The kiss suddenly broke. “Fuck! You are huge.” He pulled free from our embrace and dropped down to his knees. “Fuckin’ goddamn. That is a big fuckin’ dick… Fuck!” Then he dove on my hardon and started to suck. God, he was good. He used all of his mouth and both of his hands. He sucked away with abandon and deep throated me to the base. I was spit-slicked to the pubes, and the front of my pants was covered in a mixture of precum and saliva. My balls were starting to tingle, but I wanted to last longer. Reluctantly, I extracted my dick from his mouth. I pulled him up to my mouth, and he kissed me. His mouth was pure magic. He kissed as well as he sucked, and my hands explored his big body while he sucked on my neck and my jaw. I refocused my attention on his huge pecs. He clearly enjoyed the attention as much as I enjoyed giving it. I started really working them over, squeezing them hard when relaxed and pounding them hard with my fists when he flexed. He tightened his grip on our cocks. He jacked with more urgency now. His breathing grew ragged, and I knew he was close. As his balls pulled up, I grabbed hold of his nipples and twisted them roughly. He bellowed, and started to blow. It was quite an explosion. The first shot painted my shoulder and cheek, and the second one went even higher. The next shot was a relative dribble, but the fourth, fifth, sixth and tenth landed half way across the room. He started to falter, just as I started to blow a seemingly unending fountain of thick, white lava. He dropped to his knees and swallowed my still-pumping dick, using every last ounce of his will to milk me dry as a bone. Afterward, we collapsed to the bed and both briefly enjoyed the deep sleep of complete satisfaction. I woke to him leaving. I was passed out on my back, still dressed in my suit. I reached in my pocket and pulled out my wallet. He had worked for 4 hours. I paid him for 8. He raised an eyebrow to question the amount. “Tips and extras," I reassured. "You do beautiful work. I hope you’ll come back sometime and work in the garden again.” He smiled as he left and said, “Fuck, I love sucking cock.” 22 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted June 14, 2020 Share Posted June 14, 2020 Such a great ride! And we have yet to meet the wall builder! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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