m/m The Freshman Forty (Parts 1 and 2)

[Ro20316]

This could easily be a retteling of your past story Best Friends which is a fave of mine.

I know im gonna love this one

[BigLiam]

FUCK YEAARGHH! This is so fucking hot! Someone needs to make this into a comic! 

[RockyDragon]

Really love and appreciate this onee!!

[londonboy]

Part Two

I was squeezing one of Max’s hefty balls with as much strength as my weakened, post-ejaculation body could offer, as we both looked down at the transfer papers in my other hand.  He didn’t let out even a whimper when I clamped down on the steel-like mass with a vice-like grip.  A low appreciative rumble escaped his mouth, though – making him sound like a giant lion purring with contentment.  Even the dude’s low-hanging sack seemed insanely indestructible.  

“How can your balls take all this abuse, man?” I asked, amazed that he was actually encouraging me to squeeze harder.

“I don’t know, dude.  It could be the protein.  It could be my cum has just become thicker and stronger.  Or it could be that I tie the big things up with one hundred pound weights when I do squats,” Max replied, laughing.

“Fuck . . . really?” I asked, imagining this heavy dumbbell chained to his big balls.

“Naw, I’m kidding with you, man.  I should try it someday, though.  I guess my body’s just getting more powerful all over - the more I lift and the bigger I get.  It seems like growing makes me produce more testosterone, which only makes me want to grow more . . . you know.  It’s a never ending cycle.  I grow, then I flex, then I want to grow more.  I can feel your hand trying to squish my nuts, but it doesn’t hurt . . . it just feels erotic and nice.  I can feel the juice building up inside those things, again – making me horny as hell,” the big man said.

I moved my hand back and forth between his two large gonads – clamping down hard on the things.  Max’s long, thick dick had already shot fully hard, again, and poked up along his chiseled abs.  It looked like a torpedo ready to wreck major damage to something.  His big body clearly needed less time to rest after major ejaculations than other men.  Muscles obviously equaled much more cum.  Max turned his head to me with a smile that told me he was definitely enjoying my massage of his sack, but there was something else, too.  He clearly had a fun secret to share.  

“I may be big as hell, now, dude, but I’m still flexible enough to bend my body in two and suck myself off.  Care to see?” Max asked, causing my head to suddenly become dizzy with excitement.  

My face turning into a gigantic smile and my head bouncing vigorously up and down was all the encouragement he needed.  He slid down on the sofa, slightly, and then bent at the waist.  He folded up like a deckchair or something – his hard abs tightening even more from the strain.  I couldn’t believe someone with muscles as big as him could bend like that.  He then reached down to lift his cock off his stomach and brought his own mouth down around the head.  His lips slipped slowly down the shaft as he opened his own throat to accept the long, thick piece of meat.  It was one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen – his neck becoming even more dense as he bobbed his head up and down on himself.  I reached over, placing my hand at the back of his head, and then I pressed down – forcing him to accept more of his own cock deeply into his throat.  Well, he allowed me to force him – even his neck was strong enough to beat my arm in a strength test.  When his nose hit his own pubes, I almost came on the spot.  

“That is so fucking hot, man,” I whispered as I pushed his face into the thick fur even more.  “Suck harder.”

His neck contracted as his mighty lungs inhaled and his entire body became streaked with veins from being tensed beyond belief.  I immediately understood that Max – a guy that never talked about sex when we were in high school – was about to fucking drain his own cock with the kind of suction that would make a lesser man’s eyes roll back into his head.  The tight balls I had been fondling mercilessly earlier were now a deep purple and clearly ready to force the kind of explosion that could easily leave stains on the headboard and wall above his head – if he hadn’t been a living muscled contortionist giving himself a major blowjob.  I was jealous of how easily Max could take his entire giant cock down his throat.  I now saw that my own oral skills were definitely lacking compared to what he could do.  In true muscleboy fashion, Max flexed both of his guns right before his thick sausage dumped another major cum load into his own body.  I immediately guessed that swallowing his own spunk definitely helped him grow big faster than he normally would.  His body was giving itself what it needed.  My cum had been a good fuel, but his own thick, hot man-juice must produce even harder, larger muscles.  That thought brought me even closer to my own eruption.  Max didn’t miss a drop – his throat opened majestically like a black hole and swallowed everything.  I noticed that the dude’s body seemed jacked beyond its previous hugeness.  He had obviously grown by sucking himself off.  He unfolded his body and appeared energized – not tired or worn out in any way.  

“Your muscle worshipping juice mixed with my own powerful, manly milk, dude, is like food for the gods.  I swear I can feel myself thickening, even as we sit here.  I’m going to get so freaky big, man, that you’re going to be able lay on me like I was your muscle bed.  Blowing myself turns me on so much, dude . . . mainly because I can suck myself exactly the way I like it – slow, hard, and with enough power to make my toes curl.  My balls feel like shriveled up raisins right now, but they’ll be full, again, in only a few minutes, dude.  That’s just the way this new body of mine works.  I’m a cum-producing factory that’s open twenty-four-seven,” Max said, leaning back on the sofa looking happier than a kid in a candy store – every muscle on his body bulging hard.  “I’m going to flex my arm, bro, and I want both of us to kiss it at the same time.  Climb over that freaky big thigh of mine and snuggle down between my legs.  It’s time for both of us to appreciate a big biceps.”

I moved like a chipmunk scurrying over a big log, wedging myself into his crotch so my torso rested against his hard body.  He raised his arm slowly – watching my face as the big mound hardened and bulged higher.  I brought my head near his, our cheeks almost touching.  Max brought his flexed biceps to both of our waiting mouths.  We both smacked our lips against his stone-like flesh and, simultaneously, let out slight moans of pleasure.  I moved from kissing to licking, and Max did the same – our tongues lapping at each other even as they took in the big arm.  Max’s other arm wrapped around my body and squeezed me tightly.  It was like I was wrapped in a blanket of muscle.  

“Did you ever think muscle would taste so good, bro?  I certainly didn’t.  Watching myself flex is like the best foreplay for me, dude.  I like watching my body as I tense it – making everything get big and hard . . . just like my cock.  I bet you would bust out a major load watching me flex, wouldn’t you?” Max asked – in between kisses against his tight skin.

“Fuck yeah,” I replied – lost in my admiration of his arm.  

“Time to show you more of how strong I’ve become, dude.  I want you to feel my power,” Max said, dropping his arm and then placing his hand on my shoulder and pushing my body down between his mammoth thighs.  

Massive walls of muscle surrounded my mid-section and Max began to squeeze his legs together.  Air was forced out of my lungs as if I were a balloon that suddenly had a major leak.  Instinctively – for self-preservation – I began to pound on his giant, striated quads with balled-up hands.  It was like I was hitting concrete.  Deep crevices and bulging muscles topped by freaky veins appeared everywhere as he tensed two mighty oaks.  I could instantly tell he felt nothing from my full-throttled punches.  My fists were nothing more than little gnats flying into him.  Max chuckled at my feeble attempts to get him to stop compressing me like a child’s squeeze toy and he raised both of his arms into full-on biceps flexes to emphasize his dominance even more.  His giant limbs started to press in even more and I was having trouble getting any air into my body.  I continued to beat the shit out of his legs, but the only thing getting hurt were my fingers.  Max’s enormous cock bounced up and down off of his abs, fully hard, as he squashed my middle like I was just a tube of toothpaste.  He’d glance at his own arms and then back to me, flailing away at his mammoth legs.  

“Dude, it looks like your caught between a rock and an even harder place – like you were being crushed by two mountains.  By the way, I’m barely feeling those punches, man.  Squeezing the shit out of you is giving my big quads quite the workout.  I bet when I’m done it’s going to feel like I’ve done a hundred squats or something.  You’re turning a shade of purple, bro.  Just give me a sign and I’ll stop squishing that body of yours.  I just wanted to show you how much freaking power this body of mine has now.  You feeling it, dude?” Max asked.

“Fuck yeah!  It’s incredible,” I replied hoarsely, since I could not get any air into my lungs.  “I’ve got to cry ‘uncle,’ though, before you break something, Max.”

There was an instant tightening of his brawny legs, just to let me know he wasn’t even using his full strength, and then the constriction ended.  I gasped loudly a few times as I filled my lungs back up with air.  My torso immediately ached from being squeezed with so much power, but it had been magnificent.  I knew – first hand – that Max’s new muscles were not just for show.  They had the strength to match their size.  He dropped his arms, shaking out his now jacked biceps.  I stared at them – completely entranced by how they bulged.  I was still taking deep breaths – trying to make the dizziness caused by lack of air to go away.  Max looked down at me, smiling.  He clearly understood that I was in awe . . . both because of his muscles and his strength.  

“Just think of all the ways I’m going to make you cum, bro.  I bet I could have made you squirt big time . . . if I had kept squeezing.  And then, we could have kept going until you drifted off into la-la land, curled up on my big body.  Trapping you between my legs – knowing you couldn’t get away even if you had wanted to – made my own juices bubble up like a thick boiling stew, dude.  I could bust my nuts again, right now, if I wanted to – but I want to save it for later.  I’m thinking I should let my huge body build up a super load specifically targeted for that hot ass of yours.  Blasting down your tight chute is definitely going to make my body boom bigger . . . I just know it.  Pounding you is going to be like a week’s worth of lifting.  And I’m pretty sure my cum is going to make you grow, too, bro.  Your body is going to freak out from the amount of testosterone and protein I’m going to dump into it.  Fuck, I’m going to be so monstrous.  I can envision it, already, like it’s a morphing porno I’m watching.  You’re going to be constantly light-headed from that cock of yours shooting hard when you’re around me.  This is going to be hot as hell,” Max said – as much to himself as to me.  

The big guy was cupping his hefty pecs underneath and squeezing the muscle, tightly.  I could tell he loved both the feeling of his chest being abused, but also how hard and thick the meat felt in his hands.  A large, thick bead of cum oozed from his dickhead and he scooped it up with two fingers, bringing the juice to my lips.  I opened my mouth and he deposited his man-honey on my tongue, leaving his two fingers in my mouth so I could suck on them as I swallowed.  I reached over and grabbed the rigid base of his long cock, squeezing with all my might, but realizing it was useless since there was absolutely no give to the hard thing.  Max’s massive tool felt so foreign to me – it’s girth and length being something I never would have dreamed he would possess when he was younger.  But, then again, I never thought he’d have arms with a circumference close to the size of my waist.  Max pushed his fingers deeper into my throat, teasing me.  I moved my hand up and down his thick shaft, trying desperately to equal the pleasure he was giving me.  

“Bro, that mouth of yours is so fucking hot,” Max said, moving his fingers in and out of my throat.  “I think I should lift you a few times to say thanks.”  

I couldn’t respond with words, since my mouth was full, but I sent back an appreciative gurgle and my cock bobbed up and down with excitement.  His more than man-sized hand reached down and grabbed my thigh – his fingers almost meeting around the skinny thing.  He then turned my body sideways, kind of lifting the lower half off the ground.  Pulling his fingers from my mouth, he spread his other big palm across my chest.  Suddenly, my body was pushed up into the air and I gazed down at his massive chest and grinning face.  My best friend’s huge, bulging arms lifted me above him with an ease that made me gasp out loud.  

“I got these fucking puppies enormous by benching a hell-of-a lot more weight than you, bro.  Wait until you see me shoving heavy plates up and down – it’s going to blow your mind, dude.  Guys at the gym stop what they’re doing just to watch my chest swell up fucking colossal when I lift.  My tank-tops can’t contain all the massive meat and my thick nubs get exposed every time.  Fucking hell, dude, it’s like I’m benching a toddler,” Max exclaimed, making me get even more excited by his words.  “Soon, I’ll be able to lift you with one arm, man.  Eight reps with your whole body, bro, and I still don’t feel anything.  Lifting you – without any effort at all – is making my balls ache for another release, dude.  I’m powering you up and down and it’s like you’re not even there.  Look at you leaking some pre from my power display, too.”

The next time Max pushed my body up and his arms were fully extended, he rearranged his hand – so his big thumb could pull my fully hard cock, so it was sticking straight down – instead of smack up against my stomach.  He also moved his arms a little to the left, so when he brought me down his open mouth could be ready to accept my jutting meat.  My shaft slid straight down his waiting throat and he sucked hard, then he opened wide and pushed me back up into the air.  Muscleboy’s arms had no problem cranking out more reps with my body and his throat was warm and ready for my throbbing dick every time he lowered my crotch to his face.  

“Blowing you while I lift you, bro, is hot as hell.  A physical and sexual workout at the same time.  Your body trembles hard every time I suck on that loaded weapon, dude.  You’re about as primed as a lit stick of dynamite.  I can’t wait until you’re flopping around in my strong hands as you unload that hot juice of yours.  I’m ready for my man-shake, dude,” Max said, lifting with perfect form and sucking with perfect form, too.

As my body began to realize that the pleasure Max was giving was soon to be too much for me to handle, my eyes rolled back into my head and I entered a dream-like state – clearly a calm before the storm of eruption.  I contemplated how my life would be different from this moment onward.  Being lifted daily by the big strong arms of my best friend, just so he could show off his size and power, was definitely going to mean I’d live with a perpetual hard-on.  And to watch him grow – his muscles getting thicker, bulges becoming more dense, and his body simply taking  up much more room – was going to be like living in a continuous muscle porn film.  I forced myself to focus on the way his huge arms lifted me so easily – so perfectly.  I then focused on the feeling of his open throat swallowing my entire dick in one powerful suck and then the intense pressure his mouth could produce by inhaling.  I knew my balls would be emptied many times each day – a growing muscleboy just needs his protein.  I also knew I couldn’t have stopped the big man – even if I wanted to.  He instinctively sensed how much I wanted to give myself to him.  He claimed me.  He would be my protector and my lover.  Max lowered my body one last time, my cock sliding down his deep throat.  He sealed his lips around the throbbing base of my meat and sucked with power that can only come from someone as jacked as him.  My body did, indeed, start flopping around in his strong grip as I saw stars and my cock emptied furiously like when the plug in a bathtub is pulled from the drain.  Once I was totally spent – and almost passed out – Max started to press my body up and down, again.  Clearly he wanted to get in some more reps – to make his body grow more.  I just went along for the ride, loving every second.  
 

[OldFashioned]

Jesus. Fucking. Christ…
 

 

[Ro20316]

Hot as hell.

This whole part has to be accompanied by this video

This is how you do muscle domination (myvidster.com)

[boardman]

10 hours ago, londonboy said:

Part Two

I was squeezing one of Max’s hefty balls with as much strength as my weakened, post-ejaculation body could offer, as we both looked down at the transfer papers in my other hand.  He didn’t let out even a whimper when I clamped down on the steel-like mass with a vice-like grip.  A low appreciative rumble escaped his mouth, though – making him sound like a giant lion purring with contentment.  Even the dude’s low-hanging sack seemed insanely indestructible.  

“How can your balls take all this abuse, man?” I asked, amazed that he was actually encouraging me to squeeze harder.

“I don’t know, dude.  It could be the protein.  It could be my cum has just become thicker and stronger.  Or it could be that I tie the big things up with one hundred pound weights when I do squats,” Max replied, laughing.

“Fuck . . . really?” I asked, imagining this heavy dumbbell chained to his big balls.

“Naw, I’m kidding with you, man.  I should try it someday, though.  I guess my body’s just getting more powerful all over - the more I lift and the bigger I get.  It seems like growing makes me produce more testosterone, which only makes me want to grow more . . . you know.  It’s a never ending cycle.  I grow, then I flex, then I want to grow more.  I can feel your hand trying to squish my nuts, but it doesn’t hurt . . . it just feels erotic and nice.  I can feel the juice building up inside those things, again – making me horny as hell,” the big man said.

I moved my hand back and forth between his two large gonads – clamping down hard on the things.  Max’s long, thick dick had already shot fully hard, again, and poked up along his chiseled abs.  It looked like a torpedo ready to wreck major damage to something.  His big body clearly needed less time to rest after major ejaculations than other men.  Muscles obviously equaled much more cum.  Max turned his head to me with a smile that told me he was definitely enjoying my massage of his sack, but there was something else, too.  He clearly had a fun secret to share.  

“I may be big as hell, now, dude, but I’m still flexible enough to bend my body in two and suck myself off.  Care to see?” Max asked, causing my head to suddenly become dizzy with excitement.  

My face turning into a gigantic smile and my head bouncing vigorously up and down was all the encouragement he needed.  He slid down on the sofa, slightly, and then bent at the waist.  He folded up like a deckchair or something – his hard abs tightening even more from the strain.  I couldn’t believe someone with muscles as big as him could bend like that.  He then reached down to lift his cock off his stomach and brought his own mouth down around the head.  His lips slipped slowly down the shaft as he opened his own throat to accept the long, thick piece of meat.  It was one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen – his neck becoming even more dense as he bobbed his head up and down on himself.  I reached over, placing my hand at the back of his head, and then I pressed down – forcing him to accept more of his own cock deeply into his throat.  Well, he allowed me to force him – even his neck was strong enough to beat my arm in a strength test.  When his nose hit his own pubes, I almost came on the spot.  

“That is so fucking hot, man,” I whispered as I pushed his face into the thick fur even more.  “Suck harder.”

His neck contracted as his mighty lungs inhaled and his entire body became streaked with veins from being tensed beyond belief.  I immediately understood that Max – a guy that never talked about sex when we were in high school – was about to fucking drain his own cock with the kind of suction that would make a lesser man’s eyes roll back into his head.  The tight balls I had been fondling mercilessly earlier were now a deep purple and clearly ready to force the kind of explosion that could easily leave stains on the headboard and wall above his head – if he hadn’t been a living muscled contortionist giving himself a major blowjob.  I was jealous of how easily Max could take his entire giant cock down his throat.  I now saw that my own oral skills were definitely lacking compared to what he could do.  In true muscleboy fashion, Max flexed both of his guns right before his thick sausage dumped another major cum load into his own body.  I immediately guessed that swallowing his own spunk definitely helped him grow big faster than he normally would.  His body was giving itself what it needed.  My cum had been a good fuel, but his own thick, hot man-juice must produce even harder, larger muscles.  That thought brought me even closer to my own eruption.  Max didn’t miss a drop – his throat opened majestically like a black hole and swallowed everything.  I noticed that the dude’s body seemed jacked beyond its previous hugeness.  He had obviously grown by sucking himself off.  He unfolded his body and appeared energized – not tired or worn out in any way.  

“Your muscle worshipping juice mixed with my own powerful, manly milk, dude, is like food for the gods.  I swear I can feel myself thickening, even as we sit here.  I’m going to get so freaky big, man, that you’re going to be able lay on me like I was your muscle bed.  Blowing myself turns me on so much, dude . . . mainly because I can suck myself exactly the way I like it – slow, hard, and with enough power to make my toes curl.  My balls feel like shriveled up raisins right now, but they’ll be full, again, in only a few minutes, dude.  That’s just the way this new body of mine works.  I’m a cum-producing factory that’s open twenty-four-seven,” Max said, leaning back on the sofa looking happier than a kid in a candy store – every muscle on his body bulging hard.  “I’m going to flex my arm, bro, and I want both of us to kiss it at the same time.  Climb over that freaky big thigh of mine and snuggle down between my legs.  It’s time for both of us to appreciate a big biceps.”

I moved like a chipmunk scurrying over a big log, wedging myself into his crotch so my torso rested against his hard body.  He raised his arm slowly – watching my face as the big mound hardened and bulged higher.  I brought my head near his, our cheeks almost touching.  Max brought his flexed biceps to both of our waiting mouths.  We both smacked our lips against his stone-like flesh and, simultaneously, let out slight moans of pleasure.  I moved from kissing to licking, and Max did the same – our tongues lapping at each other even as they took in the big arm.  Max’s other arm wrapped around my body and squeezed me tightly.  It was like I was wrapped in a blanket of muscle.  

“Did you ever think muscle would taste so good, bro?  I certainly didn’t.  Watching myself flex is like the best foreplay for me, dude.  I like watching my body as I tense it – making everything get big and hard . . . just like my cock.  I bet you would bust out a major load watching me flex, wouldn’t you?” Max asked – in between kisses against his tight skin.

“Fuck yeah,” I replied – lost in my admiration of his arm.  

“Time to show you more of how strong I’ve become, dude.  I want you to feel my power,” Max said, dropping his arm and then placing his hand on my shoulder and pushing my body down between his mammoth thighs.  

Massive walls of muscle surrounded my mid-section and Max began to squeeze his legs together.  Air was forced out of my lungs as if I were a balloon that suddenly had a major leak.  Instinctively – for self-preservation – I began to pound on his giant, striated quads with balled-up hands.  It was like I was hitting concrete.  Deep crevices and bulging muscles topped by freaky veins appeared everywhere as he tensed two mighty oaks.  I could instantly tell he felt nothing from my full-throttled punches.  My fists were nothing more than little gnats flying into him.  Max chuckled at my feeble attempts to get him to stop compressing me like a child’s squeeze toy and he raised both of his arms into full-on biceps flexes to emphasize his dominance even more.  His giant limbs started to press in even more and I was having trouble getting any air into my body.  I continued to beat the shit out of his legs, but the only thing getting hurt were my fingers.  Max’s enormous cock bounced up and down off of his abs, fully hard, as he squashed my middle like I was just a tube of toothpaste.  He’d glance at his own arms and then back to me, flailing away at his mammoth legs.  

“Dude, it looks like your caught between a rock and an even harder place – like you were being crushed by two mountains.  By the way, I’m barely feeling those punches, man.  Squeezing the shit out of you is giving my big quads quite the workout.  I bet when I’m done it’s going to feel like I’ve done a hundred squats or something.  You’re turning a shade of purple, bro.  Just give me a sign and I’ll stop squishing that body of yours.  I just wanted to show you how much freaking power this body of mine has now.  You feeling it, dude?” Max asked.

“Fuck yeah!  It’s incredible,” I replied hoarsely, since I could not get any air into my lungs.  “I’ve got to cry ‘uncle,’ though, before you break something, Max.”

There was an instant tightening of his brawny legs, just to let me know he wasn’t even using his full strength, and then the constriction ended.  I gasped loudly a few times as I filled my lungs back up with air.  My torso immediately ached from being squeezed with so much power, but it had been magnificent.  I knew – first hand – that Max’s new muscles were not just for show.  They had the strength to match their size.  He dropped his arms, shaking out his now jacked biceps.  I stared at them – completely entranced by how they bulged.  I was still taking deep breaths – trying to make the dizziness caused by lack of air to go away.  Max looked down at me, smiling.  He clearly understood that I was in awe . . . both because of his muscles and his strength.  

“Just think of all the ways I’m going to make you cum, bro.  I bet I could have made you squirt big time . . . if I had kept squeezing.  And then, we could have kept going until you drifted off into la-la land, curled up on my big body.  Trapping you between my legs – knowing you couldn’t get away even if you had wanted to – made my own juices bubble up like a thick boiling stew, dude.  I could bust my nuts again, right now, if I wanted to – but I want to save it for later.  I’m thinking I should let my huge body build up a super load specifically targeted for that hot ass of yours.  Blasting down your tight chute is definitely going to make my body boom bigger . . . I just know it.  Pounding you is going to be like a week’s worth of lifting.  And I’m pretty sure my cum is going to make you grow, too, bro.  Your body is going to freak out from the amount of testosterone and protein I’m going to dump into it.  Fuck, I’m going to be so monstrous.  I can envision it, already, like it’s a morphing porno I’m watching.  You’re going to be constantly light-headed from that cock of yours shooting hard when you’re around me.  This is going to be hot as hell,” Max said – as much to himself as to me.  

The big guy was cupping his hefty pecs underneath and squeezing the muscle, tightly.  I could tell he loved both the feeling of his chest being abused, but also how hard and thick the meat felt in his hands.  A large, thick bead of cum oozed from his dickhead and he scooped it up with two fingers, bringing the juice to my lips.  I opened my mouth and he deposited his man-honey on my tongue, leaving his two fingers in my mouth so I could suck on them as I swallowed.  I reached over and grabbed the rigid base of his long cock, squeezing with all my might, but realizing it was useless since there was absolutely no give to the hard thing.  Max’s massive tool felt so foreign to me – it’s girth and length being something I never would have dreamed he would possess when he was younger.  But, then again, I never thought he’d have arms with a circumference close to the size of my waist.  Max pushed his fingers deeper into my throat, teasing me.  I moved my hand up and down his thick shaft, trying desperately to equal the pleasure he was giving me.  

“Bro, that mouth of yours is so fucking hot,” Max said, moving his fingers in and out of my throat.  “I think I should lift you a few times to say thanks.”  

I couldn’t respond with words, since my mouth was full, but I sent back an appreciative gurgle and my cock bobbed up and down with excitement.  His more than man-sized hand reached down and grabbed my thigh – his fingers almost meeting around the skinny thing.  He then turned my body sideways, kind of lifting the lower half off the ground.  Pulling his fingers from my mouth, he spread his other big palm across my chest.  Suddenly, my body was pushed up into the air and I gazed down at his massive chest and grinning face.  My best friend’s huge, bulging arms lifted me above him with an ease that made me gasp out loud.  

“I got these fucking puppies enormous by benching a hell-of-a lot more weight than you, bro.  Wait until you see me shoving heavy plates up and down – it’s going to blow your mind, dude.  Guys at the gym stop what they’re doing just to watch my chest swell up fucking colossal when I lift.  My tank-tops can’t contain all the massive meat and my thick nubs get exposed every time.  Fucking hell, dude, it’s like I’m benching a toddler,” Max exclaimed, making me get even more excited by his words.  “Soon, I’ll be able to lift you with one arm, man.  Eight reps with your whole body, bro, and I still don’t feel anything.  Lifting you – without any effort at all – is making my balls ache for another release, dude.  I’m powering you up and down and it’s like you’re not even there.  Look at you leaking some pre from my power display, too.”

The next time Max pushed my body up and his arms were fully extended, he rearranged his hand – so his big thumb could pull my fully hard cock, so it was sticking straight down – instead of smack up against my stomach.  He also moved his arms a little to the left, so when he brought me down his open mouth could be ready to accept my jutting meat.  My shaft slid straight down his waiting throat and he sucked hard, then he opened wide and pushed me back up into the air.  Muscleboy’s arms had no problem cranking out more reps with my body and his throat was warm and ready for my throbbing dick every time he lowered my crotch to his face.  

“Blowing you while I lift you, bro, is hot as hell.  A physical and sexual workout at the same time.  Your body trembles hard every time I suck on that loaded weapon, dude.  You’re about as primed as a lit stick of dynamite.  I can’t wait until you’re flopping around in my strong hands as you unload that hot juice of yours.  I’m ready for my man-shake, dude,” Max said, lifting with perfect form and sucking with perfect form, too.

As my body began to realize that the pleasure Max was giving was soon to be too much for me to handle, my eyes rolled back into my head and I entered a dream-like state – clearly a calm before the storm of eruption.  I contemplated how my life would be different from this moment onward.  Being lifted daily by the big strong arms of my best friend, just so he could show off his size and power, was definitely going to mean I’d live with a perpetual hard-on.  And to watch him grow – his muscles getting thicker, bulges becoming more dense, and his body simply taking  up much more room – was going to be like living in a continuous muscle porn film.  I forced myself to focus on the way his huge arms lifted me so easily – so perfectly.  I then focused on the feeling of his open throat swallowing my entire dick in one powerful suck and then the intense pressure his mouth could produce by inhaling.  I knew my balls would be emptied many times each day – a growing muscleboy just needs his protein.  I also knew I couldn’t have stopped the big man – even if I wanted to.  He instinctively sensed how much I wanted to give myself to him.  He claimed me.  He would be my protector and my lover.  Max lowered my body one last time, my cock sliding down his deep throat.  He sealed his lips around the throbbing base of my meat and sucked with power that can only come from someone as jacked as him.  My body did, indeed, start flopping around in his strong grip as I saw stars and my cock emptied furiously like when the plug in a bathtub is pulled from the drain.  Once I was totally spent – and almost passed out – Max started to press my body up and down, again.  Clearly he wanted to get in some more reps – to make his body grow more.  I just went along for the ride, loving every second.  
 

Damn that was hot

[1996bodybuilder]

Would love to see the smaller friend grow as well this is hot 

[MuscleNStuff]

Wow!!! This is so hot. Probably one of the best stories I’ve read in a while!!! Can’t wait for part 3 and for Max and his friend to move in together, working together to make Max the most incredible, godlike, dominant muscle beast!

[dredlifter]

They are both so into the muscle and growth.  It's amazing.