Vaccinated

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Pulling into his drive, he shut off the engine and stepped out of the car.

He needed to think. About Amber. About Scott. About the work.

He was already in workout gear, so he decided to go for a run. It was early afternoon, partly cloudy and a warm day - perfect for a run, and a perfect activity to think.

He set off at a sluggish pace. A sluggish pace for him, almost a sprint for most other people. He was in peak physical condition, so his heart rate and respiration barely increased unless he was really pushing himself - and he was not pushing himself today. His fitness was a blessing, but also a curse. He was so fit, it made it extremely difficult to try and smash through plateaus and improve his fitness - he had to work exponentially harder. He usually ran wearing a weighted 50kg vest, 20kg for high intensity interval training sprints. His stats, such as VO2max, and strength measurements, consistently rated him in elite athlete territory. Indeed, he’d often been encouraged to compete in a range of sports professionally.

Despite his passion and dedication to fitness, he was an academic, and had no interest in becoming a professional sportsman. He enjoyed his body, loved the way it attracted others and made it easy for him to fuck at will. He wanted more muscle mass, and kept up his cardio fitness largely to give him the stamina to lift gargantuan weights for reps.

He knew excessive cardio impeded muscle growth so, to an extent, he was impeding his main goal. But he did not want to gain mass and become muscle bound, while barely having the cardiovascular fitness to just carry around his own bulk.

But he was distracting himself. Amber.

He knew she was attracted to him, and he was attracted to her. So they could certainly fuck any time, but something held him back from his usual MO. Smash first, everything else later.

Last night, Jake carried HIM upstairs and bundled HIM into bed.  As Jake stripped HIS clothes, he noted HIS lean skinny-fat body, and what appeared to be a decent-sized cock and hefty balls. Amber helped, removing HIS shoes and socks.

Once HE was ensconced in bed, Amber and Jake returned downstairs.

“Would you like some wine?” Jake asked.

“Sure. I didn’t have that much to drink back at the bar.”

“I have a 10 year old pinot from the Barossa Valley in Australia, that okay?”

“Sounds delicious,” she said, wetting her lips. He hadn’t noticed her put on any lip gloss, but they shone and drew attention to their plump fullness.

“Please, make yourself comfortable. I’m going to go and change.”

He went back upstairs, starting to plan what to wear before reaching halfway up the stairs.

He decided on something comfortable and casual, a tight, scoop-neck white T-shirt with a pair of mid-thigh length, linen shorts. Checking himself out in the floor to ceiling mirror, he popped his pecs one after the other, and brought his arms up in front, flaring out his lats, enjoying how the fabric of the shirt fought valiantly against his spreading muscle, stretching taught against his abs and obliques. The linen shorts, a natural creamy white colour, perfectly hugged his glutes, but were a little looser in the front, trying, but failing, to disguise his considerable bulge. He finished off the outfit with a spray of cologne, and headed downstairs, his cock chubbing in anticipation.

He found Amber fast asleep, wine glass still in her hand, tipping and about to spill onto his couch. She'd obviously had more to drink than she admitted.

Making his decision, he carefully took the wine glass from her hand, setting it on the table, then gingerly picked her up, taking her upstairs to his bedroom.

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

She awoke from a blissful nap. Her dreams extra sweet.

Though she did not wake up earlier this morning with a hangover, she’d obviously had a fair bit to drink as the memories of the prior night, particularly later events, were hazy.

She remembers waking up in what could only be Jake’s bed. A super king bed – of course – was the focal point of the room. That, and the floor to ceiling length mirror along one wall. At least he didn’t have a mirror on he ceiling, she thought.

The sheets were an understated, masculine two-tone design, and smelled clean and fresh, with a hint of his musk. She was not naked, still wearing her panties and bra. She felt mixed emotions. She was almost disappointed - it seems Jake had not taken advantage of her (unfortunately), yet at the same time, he hadn’t taken advantage of her, she didn’t think he was a creep, but it felt good to get confirmation.

Rising from the bed, she found a crew neck T-shirt (in white, of course) and black sweatpants folded neatly at the end of the bed. Jake’s, she presumed. Picking up the t-shirt, she inhaled deeply - a heady mix of clean, freshly laundered and hint of Jake.

The sweatpants were a little long, tight around her hips, but the drawstring kept them up. The T-Shirt was tight around the bust, her breasts pressing up and out; the crew neck covering her cleavage. Fully dressed, she headed downstairs.

She found Jake asleep on the couch. Her breath caught, and her pulse quickened. The covers had fallen to the floor, and he was lying on the couch, naked, except for a pair of white boxer briefs.

There were no superlatives adequate to describe his body. Even asleep, his hair looked perfect. His face had a picture-perfect serene look - was he dreaming? He had a smile on his face. He was perfectly proportioned from head to toe. His traps flared out from behind his neck, meeting his rounded, boulder shoulders, capping his spectacular arms. She watched as his chest slowly rose and fell in time with his breathing, his perfect square pecs rising and falling, his abs flexing. The light dusting of hair on his pecs was perfect, not too coarse, not hairless. She could wash clothes on his abs, his shredded obliques looked like a tiger had scratched along his sides, leading down to his perfect Adonis Belt.

One of his legs was stretched straight out over the arm of the couch (he was too tall to stretch out completely on the couch), the other was spread with his foot on the ground. The four muscles of his quadriceps were all individually discernible even unflexed, veins branching and feathering across the muscles, the vastus medialus muscles forming perfect teardrops above his knees. His calves mimicked the teardrop, each forming diamond shapes.

He was dreaming. She watched as his bulge twitched and moved, slowly expanding like a balloon. As his dick hardened further, it rose up from where it was resting on his balls, tenting the briefs, the fabric pulling up on his balls. His cock kept growing, further tenting the fabric. She licked her lips. Still, it grew. The fabric of the briefs was trying its best to contain him, but his tenting cock pulled away the edges of the briefs from around his balls and lifted the waistband away from his lower abs. Still, his cock grew. He WAS both; a grower and a show-er. Her pulse quickened further, her nipples hardening and blood flowing to her groin. When his cock began twitching, she nearly orgasmed as she imagined him twitching the cock inside her, hitting her spot just so.

Lost in her own thoughts, she hadn’t noticed him wake up.

“Good morning. I hope you slept okay,” he said.

She started from her reverie, embarrassed that he’d caught her watching him. “Yes, thank you, I did. You didn’t need to give up your bed.”

“No problem, of course,” he said. He looked her up and down, damn she looked good wearing his clothes. Her tits stretched his tee beautifully, highlighting her nipples, even through her bra. His cock twitched again. He’d have to arrange for her to wear his clothes more often.

“My clothes suit you.”

She blushed. “Thanks. Your outfit suits you.”

“Touché.” He didn’t blush. He wasn’t embarrassed. He had nothing to be embarrassed about.

“Hungry? I’ll make breakfast. Nothing like a big fry up after a night drinking.”

“That would be great.”

With a body like that, she doubted he ate many fry ups.

[Ro20316]

Im invested in your stori. Every character u present is compleing and interesting.

I like the fact That nothing happened the night they went out. It just builds up and im happy how you are taking your time to tell teh story.

Jake is clearly the alpha and he is both smart and has the perfect look of an adonis. He wants to grow and be a betetr version of himself but not loosing himself in it.

Amber is ready to go for it but i feel like she is attracted to both Jake and our main guy and she wants to work and finish the project they have worked for so many years.

Our main guy is definetly the shy type but has an inner hyde that comes out from time to time. He dominated that first encounter and he knew what he was doing now he is gonna work with the two people he find most attactive and im sure that will be a problem.

On 5/13/2022 at 7:50 AM, mmvmgo2011 said:

I've got a few different ideas about where to take the relationship between Jake and Scott - curious to know what you guys might prefer.

Not really sure how to handle it - should I list some of my ideas and have you guys vote, take open suggestions, or just pick a direction and run with it?

I welcome your thoughts and feedback. Cheers.

Scott is a great addition. He is starting his own journey and he is gonna experience all. 

What i hope to read is Scott trusting Jake enough to tell him about his feelings and his first of many experiences with the guys from the gym and im sure Jake will be tehre to give him pointers.

 

 

 

 

[mmvmgo2011]

30 minutes ago, Ro20316 said:

Im invested in your stori. Every character u present is compleing and interesting.

I like the fact That nothing happened the night they went out. It just builds up and im happy how you are taking your time to tell teh story.

Jake is clearly the alpha and he is both smart and has the perfect look of an adonis. He wants to grow and be a betetr version of himself but not loosing himself in it.

Amber is ready to go for it but i feel like she is attracted to both Jake and our main guy and she wants to work and finish the project they have worked for so many years.

Our main guy is definetly the shy type but has an inner hyde that comes out from time to time. He dominated that first encounter and he knew what he was doing now he is gonna work with the two people he find most attactive and im sure that will be a problem.

Scott is a great addition. He is starting his own journey and he is gonna experience all. 

What i hope to read is Scott trusting Jake enough to tell him about his feelings and his first of many experiences with the guys from the gym and im sure Jake will be tehre to give him pointers.

 

 

 

 

Thanks for the feedback. I've been writing a fair bit over the weekend - maybe getting carried away *shrug* - so hoping to add a fair bit more to the story. Hope you continue to enjoy.

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Carrying her carefully upstairs, so as not to wake her, he gently lay her on his bed.

Starting with her shoes – nothing particularly sexy, unfortunately, standing in a lab all day meant sensible shoes; flats, no heels. He stood holding the back of her calf gently in one hand, shoe in the other, imagining her in a pair of stilettos, maybe lace ups. Shaking his head, he banished the thought; his cock still chubbed from the earlier anticipation of sex, he didn’t need to stimulate it any further.

Standing over her, he unbuttoned her blouse, one at a time, careful that his callouses not snag on the fabric. He unbuttoned it all the way, noting the way her breasts were cupped by her bra, watching them rise and fall in time with her breathing was enthralling. She had a belly button piercing, which he wanted to explore with his tongue, reaching down and— No!

Taking a deep breath, he unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. He slowly lowered the pants over her hips, exposing her panties. He noted they matched her bra, a nice, black, lacy design. She obviously listened to her mother when she would’ve said to her that she should always wear nice, clean underwear, just in case. Well, that’s what Jake’s mum used to tell him.

Her long legs went on forever. Try as he might, he could not stop imaging himself between them, slowing working his way up, while working her up.

He carefully placed her into bed and tucked her in the covers. He lay out some fresh clothes for her to wear from his wardrobe. The sweats would be fine, he wasn’t sure about the tee; she had big (awesome) tits, but it would have to do.

As he continued to run, he tried to work through his emotions. Yes, she was hot, but big deal. Hot chicks were a dime a dozen. What was it about Amber? She was smart, which was a massive plus. They were work friends, so they knew a fair bit about each other already, another plus. She clearly wanted to fuck his brains out, but who didn’t? They were no longer work colleagues at PharmaVax, so no HR policies to consider - continuing their work in his home lab may be an issue. If they started a relationship and it soured - he didn’t want to be the one to be pushed out and lose access to the project. He’d have to mull it over a little further.

Equally, he wasn’t sure what to do about Scott. Especially now that he would join him at the gym, he was bound to find out about his sexuality; today was a close call. Jake would rather he tell him and discuss it with him, than if he were to find out in that way. Would it change their relationship? He wasn’t sure.

Turning back, he ramped up the intensity, speeding up his jog to a run and alternating with sprints. Every second interval, he would perform a series of burpees. Returning home, he performed sets of pull ups and muscle ups on the bar in his backyard. The pump in his arms, in particular, was orgasmic.

His forearms swelled, veins engorged with blood, pulsing with strength and power. Looking down at this arms, he pronated his wrists, making the bellies of his forearms dance and flex into pumped, dense masses of muscle, like hams hanging from his elbows. Thick, prominent, rope-like veins lifted from his paper-thin skin, powering his muscles, feeding them with blood.

His cock fought for its own blood supply, raising up and demanding attention. The sight of his arms, and the feeling of the pump… he rubbed his bulge, hardening his cock further, though it was painfully restricted within his shorts. The motion of his arm caused the forearm muscles to dance and flex around the veins, arousing him further.

He unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts, pulling his cock from its boxer brief prison. He pulled the waistband of his boxer briefs beneath his balls, allowing them to swing freely.

It was a competition between the veins snaking up his cock and those on his arms, as to which were more prominent. The veins on his lower abs were engorged, helping feed the masses of blood needed to fill his prodigious cock.

He stretched his foreskin, enjoying the feel of it sliding over the flared cock head, and used his callouses to stimulate the fraenulum at the base of the glans, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through his body.

As his forearm continued to pump his cock, it hardened further. He continued flexing his forearm, pumping his pelvic floor muscles to regulate his arousal, aiming for his cock to explode while maximising the hyperaemia in his forearms.

As he reached the point of no return, he lowered the angle of his cock, aiming it away from himself. It bounced and swelled as the well developed muscles at its base and around his prostate pumped and fired, shooting massive peristaltic waves of cum out his urethra and across the yard. With each pump of cum, his forearms tightened and pumped in unison, his entire body exquisitely sensitive, nerve endings firing off sensations of pure pleasure.

After the final volley of cum, he headed inside, cock still hard and swinging as he walked, balls moving around his quads. He stripped, dumping the clothes dirtied with the remnants of his and Alex’s cum in the laundry basket, and headed for the shower.

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Entering the lab, HE began the process of transferring the PharmaVax data to HIS own servers.

It was a Sunday, but obsession cares not for what day of the week it is. HE reviewed the present state of their research, and the effect of having to move to HIS lab. HE checked all of the equipment, ensuring the calibration was still within spec.

The biggest issue HE could see, certainly the most pressing, was the lack of research animals. HIS home lab was not equipped for the care of any animals and, obviously, it was not licensed. It was a problem that HE would need to consider carefully, perhaps brainstorm with HIS new team.

Black market research animals were available, of course, but sourcing animals from such undocumented sources was always a risk – risk of fines, jail, sure, but, more importantly, risk of disease. Diseases which could not only ruin the research, but could be deadly. Hantavirus, Ebola – some of the more exotic, but deadly, viruses that could be harboured in research rodents and primates. Even well established, licensed facilities have had close calls - the Reston variant of Ebola, which thankfully only causes asymptomatic disease in humans, was first discovered at Hazelton Labs in Reston, Virginia - let alone unlicensed, backyard operations like they were.

Hah, “they”. It was the first time HE considered the project as anything other than HIS own. HE started a to-do list for Monday - the issue of research animals would need to be high on the agenda.

HE picked HIS phone to call, thinking to get them considering the problem, realising that HE didn’t have either of their numbers. HE checked the status of the restore - it would take a few more hours to restore the full dataset - so HE did not have access to their old employee records. It would have to wait.

***

As Jake pulled his Harley into his driveway, he noticed Amber had already arrived, her car parked alongside HIS. And he thought he was keen, arriving before 8am.

Turning off the bike, he removed his helmet, and grabbed his bag. Heading to the door, he rang the bell.

Amber answered the door, and waved him in.

“Morning Jake,” she said, brightly.

“Good morning.”

They say clothes make the man. They also make the woman. She was back to Lab Amber – utilitarian clothing, hair pulled up and back, lab coat covering all creating a shapeless mass. Perhaps it was for the best, Jake would be distracted enough as it is.

***

She heard Jake’s Harley pull into the drive. She flushed in anticipation. Answering the door, she waved him in.

Though he’d just been wearing a helmet, his hair was bed-head perfect. She noticed he hadn’t shaved, his jawline accentuated by sexy stubble. His leather jacket mostly hid his upper body, but knowing what lay beneath, was extra hot, and it accentuated the V of his small waist expanding out to his broad shoulders. He was definitely giving off James Dean vibes. His kevlar jeans hugged his body, accentuating every aspect, butt, bulge, thighs, calves - they were like a second skin. Even his riding boots, thick-soled, heavy and black were hot. The entire look was sex.

“Where are we set up to change?”

“Through here,” she said, as she led him through to a bathroom adjacent to the lab. She wanted to tell him to change right here, which he probably would.

James Dean Jake went into the bathroom, Lab Jake exited the bathroom. Again, utilitarian clothing, with an overcoat that hid the platinum beneath.

***

Their first day working together in HIS lab was largely uneventful, but also largely unproductive. A lot of learning and adjusting to new layouts.

As planned, they discussed the issue of lab animals early on. HE bemoaned the fact that HE couldn’t understand why animal trials were failing, HE had reviewed the researched, recalculated the calculations - HE was certain of HIS theories. Yet, in practice, the samples were failing.

Amber jokingly suggested they’d have to inject themselves if they couldn’t find any research animals. A ridiculous notion, of course.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Amber was disappointed. At the end of the day, Lab Jake disappeared into the bathroom and James Dean Jake exited, said goodbye and rode off. She was hoping he would ask her out - she would have to step up her hints.

***

Jake exited the bathroom, said goodbye, and made a hasty exit, heading to the gym.

He suspected Amber would be upset that he did not respond to her not so subtle hints. He was not yet ready to commit to a relationship with her, and he did not want to smash and dash which, of course, would make workdays awkward.

He needed to find an opportunity to talk to her - without her thinking it was a date - and tell her how he felt.

***

Later that evening, HE continued ruminating over Amber’s offhand joke about injecting themselves. Something about the idea tickled the back of HIS head, but HE could not quite put it together. HE went to sleep reviewing HIS calculations.

The next morning, HE gave keys to HIS colleagues, so they could come and go as they please without having to wait for HIM to answer the door.

HE could sense something seemed off between Jake and Amber, but HE did not ask, and HIS lack of social skills prevented HIM from guessing or inferring the issue.

HE did not care, as long as it did not interfere with their work.

HE continued ruminating on Amber’s comment – HE still could not put his finger on why her comment triggered HIM. It was an outlandish suggestion, even as a joke, but HE could not dismiss it out of hand for some reason.

The tension between Amber and Jake continued to escalate (if HE could sense it - it must’ve been bad) throughout the day. At the end of the day, Jake decided he could take no more. He had to take the bull by the horns.

As they were leaving for the day, Jake grabbed her arm and pulled her aside.

“Can we talk?”

“I don’t know, can we?”

“Look, enough with the attitude. You’ve been a bitch all day.” That may have been the wrong thing to say.

“Fuck you! Who do you think you are, calling me a bitch?”

“Who am I? I’m the guy you’re desperate to fuck.” And, he kept digging.

“Desperate?! DESPERATE?! Go fuck yourself you conceited arsehole,” she screamed, storming off.

“Amber. AMBER! Wait.”

She hesitated as she opened the driver’s door of her car.

As she turned around, he had already approached her. “Look, I’m sorry. That didn’t go the way I’d hoped.”

“Shove your apology up your arse, you prick!”

Time to grab the horns…

He leaned down, putting his hand on the back of her neck, and drew her towards him as he lowered his head towards hers, kissing her slowly, gently, but insistently.

She resisted initially, but it was half-hearted. She wanted this as much as he did.

Sensing her change in attitude, he kissed her more passionately, deeply, intensely. She kissed him back, her soft, voluptuous lips perfectly offsetting the fierce sexual energy of his. His stubble tickled her, heightening the sensations. Their tongues danced back and forth, their nervous systems firing furiously setting off fireworks and preparing them both for the intercourse to come. Her nipples hardened, increasing their sensitivity, her vagina flushed with blood, released natural lubrication ready for penetration. His cock, encased painfully in his kevlar jeans, struggled to break free. His balls seethed, preparing to cum their load. He tried to adjust himself, but the kevlar was unforgiving. His cock continued to grow.

After what seemed simultaneously an eternity, but also an instant, the kiss ended. She rested her head on his chest, breathless and unable to speak. She embraced him, enjoying the feel of his muscle under the jacket. He, too, struggled to find any words, embraced her, enjoying the feel of her breasts pressed against him.

They stood there, silently embracing one another, for a long time.

 

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER THIRTY

After what seemed like an eternity, she looked up at him, pulling back from his embrace.

“Wow.”

“Yeah… wow.” He really meant it, he had never, ever, felt anything like that kiss - and he had kissed, a lot.

“So, can we talk?”

“Yeah, I think we should.”

“Mine?”

She nodded. Still reeling from the kiss.

“Do you want to ride on the back, or will you follow me?”

She’d never ridden on a motorbike before. She liked the idea of needing to embrace him.

“Let’s ride.”

He smiled. Right answer, he thought.

He gave her a spare helmet. “But, my hair!”

He laughed, and got on the bike, indicating she should get on.

He loved the feeling of riding. The feeling of raw power between his legs, the manspreading, the way his bulge rested just so, enjoying the vibrations. It was so much better with Amber on the back. Her breasts pressed into his back, her arms wrapped against his flaring lats and hands holding onto his abs.

The bike rumbled to life as he started the engine, the slow, deep burble as it idled vibrating pleasantly. The bike was loud, and wind noise didn’t help - if they were going to ride regularly, he’d need to buy bluetooth headsets so they could communicate.

Whoa, where did that come from? He thought - he was already making plans about their futures together. What was she doing to him?

Amber was thrilled. She could see the appeal of riding.

They pulled into Jake’s driveway, and Amber gingerly dismounted. Jake’s erection had subsided, for now.

“What do you feel like for dinner? I can cook, or we can order something?”

“I don’t mind, really. What do you want?”

“I was a going to barbecue some steak and make a salad.”

“Men and their barbecues,” she laughed.

“Me man, me cook with fire.”

“Steak sounds delicious.”

They entered the house, and Jake set down his keys. “Please, make yourself at home. What would you like to drink?”

That brought a pang of embarrassment. “Wine would be nice, if you have it? I promise, I won’t fall asleep this time,” she laughed.

“Wine it is,” he laughed.

He poured them two glasses of a red, handed one to her and then clinked glasses, “Cheers!”

“Cheers!”

She downed her wine like it was water, trying to calm her nerves. Jake, who had initiated the confrontation, knew what to expect, and was calmer.

“Please, sit. I’ll just go up and get changed. TV remote is on the coffee table.”

He headed upstairs. He again chose a casual outfit, a black polo top, unbuttoned, of course, and white stretch denim jeans, with strategic tears around the groin area, intending to show off a hint of genitals. On Jake, it was a fair bit more than a hint, as the stretch fabric struggled to contain him. He freeballed. Going commando adding to the risqué nature of the outfit.

Heading downstairs, he checked in on Amber. She had poured herself some more wine, and was savouring it. Excellent.

She made no attempt to hide the fact that she was checking him out. By the way her pupils dilated, her face flushed and her nipples stiffened, she liked what she saw.

“How do you like your steak?”

“Hmm. Steak? Har— Oh, um, medium, please.” She was clearly thinking of different meat.

“I’ve had them marinating since last night. Come, join me at the barbecue.”

Watching him at the barbecue was a treat. He knew his way around a barbecue. He preferred his steak medium-rare, so he put his steak on after hers - and he timed it perfectly. Both steaks were ready simultaneously.

As the steaks rested, he dressed the salad, a simple combination of various greens, tomatoes and capsicum.

“Bon appétit,” he said, as he served up their meal.

 

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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

The meal was delicious. Steak cooked perfectly. Salad slightly tart, but also sweet from the capsicums and bitter from the greens. The perfect amount of dressing, just a hint of oil. The man could cook.

As they ate, they chatted and engaged in small talk, ignoring the elephant in the room. Between the two of them, they finished the freshly-opened bottle of wine, which helped to relax them and prepare for the difficult and awkward discussion to come.

After dinner, she offered to wash up, but he refused. He loaded the dishwasher and they sat awkwardly on his couch, her at one end, him at the other.

He sat manspreading, which showed off the tears in the jeans, flashing some skin. It was hot.

“So. The kiss,” he said.

“The kiss.”

He just had to say it and admit it out loud.

“I have to be honest. It was fucking hot. I’ve never felt anything like that kissing anyone before.”

“Same.”

“I don’t want to fuck this up. I really like you and I don’t want to jeopardise what we already have.”

“Agreed.”

“So you still want to do this?”

“I do.”

“What about work?”

“What about it?”

“I don’t want it to be weird. It always gets weird.”

“It won’t. We’ll see how it develops. Maybe we’ll just end up friends with benefits.”

A fuck buddy, maybe.

She stood up and knelt between his spread legs. His excitement was already evident, his bulge twitching and moving. She pulled the waist of his polo up and over his head, trying to remove it. It snagged on his lats and shoulders, so he helped her lift it up and off his head.

As he lifted his arms above his head to remove the polo, his lats flared wider, his abs and obliques flexing as he sat up to allow easy removal of the top.

Her breath caught - he really was literally breathtaking and, up close, his smell was intoxicating. A deep, complex, earthy musk mixed with the heady overtones of his cologne. She nearly orgasmed from the smell alone.

She kissed his face lightly, enjoying the feel of his stubble tickling her lips. She moved down his neck, kissing and licking his square pecs, her tongue moving down the cleft between them, savouring his musk. He playfully danced his pecs, first one, then the other, then both together, his exquisite level of control allowing him to put just the right amount of pressure on her tongue, the striations roughening the surface, giving her tongue purchase.

As her mouth explored his pecs, she held onto his lats, the flared muscles forming a perfect hand hold. Her hands moved up and down the muscles, and down along his obliques, her ever so gentle touch sending shivers up and down his sides, causing waves of flexing along the muscles, each individual muscle dancing and alternately standing in stark relief, striations rippling, veins prominently feeding each muscle. The display was hypnotically erotic.

Her mouth moved to his nipples, sending electric pleasure throughout his body, and straight to his cock, which bobbed and bounced with excitement. He slowly rolled the pec she was attending to, highlighting each striation and causing the nipple to wiggle in her mouth. Her own nipples responded, hardening even more, and she was wet in anticipation, her panties soaked.

She gently licked and kissed each individual cobblestone brick of his abs, inducing a flex that raised up each brick into stark relief. He writhed in pleasure, the movement rippling the muscles in the most erotic display yet.

She moved her mouth, tongue and hands up along the grooves between his abs, sliding up towards his deep pits, each emanating his heady, masculine scent without any hint of deodorant. She nuzzled deep in each pit, while he flexed and flared each lat, deepening the chasm of his pit, wafting his scent.

Indicating he should turn around, he turned his back to her, careful to arrange his bulge off the edge of the coach, leaving it room to continue expanding.

She marvelled at the sight of his back, a perfect V starting at his tiny waist and flaring up to his incredible shoulders. The globes of his glutes sat up and out, encased in the tight jeans. The diamond of his traps, rising up the back of his neck was mirrored by the diamond of his erector spinae, each bulging out standing in relief, a deep cleft running vertically down the middle of his back, horizontal striations running down the lower back along the spinae. His serratus were hidden by his lats, but his side obliques forming the top of his Adonis Belt stood out, wrapping around the top of his hips.

Starting with his traps, she massaged each muscle, gently at first, then kneading deep into the fascia. He groaned deeply with pleasure. She was good. She alternated licking, kissing, massaging, paying attention to every muscle.

She grabbed at his glutes, savouring the globes of dense muscle, biting playfully through the fabric of the jeans. She asked him to turn around again, and he gladly complied, the anticipation exquisite.

He sat on the edge of the couch, manspreading, allowing her access to his bulge. She nuzzled alongside the bulge of his tumescent cock, noticing his musk more strongly here at the centre of his manhood, his virility. Uttering a deep guttural growl from the back of his throat, his bulge pulsed and grew, his cock fighting against the stretch of the fabric.

She could see scrotal skin through the teasing rip in the jeans, noting that he trimmed his pubic hair. Using her tongue and lips, she gently teased the skin, pulling some through the rip. She was glad the fly on the jeans was a zip and not buttons. Slowly, teasingly, she undid the clasp of his belt, a wide, black leather, allowing it to hang as she tended to the jeans. She unbuttoned the waistband, allowing the button to gape as she moved aside the flap of fabric covering the zip. Grasping the zipper in her mouth, she lowered the zip agonisingly slowly, one set of zipper teeth at a time, while her hands sought out his balls, massaging gently through the fabric. She pressed into his perineum stimulating his prostate and eliciting grunts of pleasure.

As she lowered the zipper, the magnificence of his cock was gradually revealed. It was eager to be free of its denim jail, twitching, aching to grow harder without constraint.

She stopped unzipping halfway down, taking her tongue and licking the exposed shaft, flicking and probing under the denim, giant veins stood in relief, snaking along the shaft, pumping his cock full of blood, feeding the tumescence.

He sat on his hands, for her teasing was excruciating, and he didn’t think he could stop himself from ripping off his jeans otherwise. He writhed in pleasure as her mouth worked around his shaft.

She finished lowering the zip, but his cock and balls were still restrained by the fabric. How BIG was he? She thought. His pubic hair was well groomed, forming a dark patch around the base of his shaft, and thinning out neatly as it met up with his treasure trail.

She followed the trail, now, starting at his bellybutton, using her tongue to flick in and out, and lick around, enjoying the feel of his abs flexing as her tongue tickled each one. She licked down the trail and around the top of the shaft, probing forcefully with her tongue around the base.

She noticed a damp spot around the bulge. Smiling up at him with her twinkling green eyes, she cupped her hand around the damp spot and squeezed. He moaned, partly in pleasure, partly in pain. She felt his bulge grow under her hand, eager to be free, so she kneaded gently, feeling for the flared glans through the fabric.

He was close to orgasm. But he would not cum. Not yet. She was in the driver’s seat, and he would obey, letting her dictate what was to happen and when.

She asked him to stand up, and he did so, his bulge protruding obscenely, desperate for release. She grasped the waist of his jeans on either side of the button, and slowly, gently, guided the jeans over the orbs of his glutes, and down, finally releasing his colossal cock and titanic balls.

His balls hung down low, each the size of a jumbo egg, together about the size of a baseball. No wonder he always bulged, she thought, between the size of his balls, his cock, and the size of his legs, there was nowhere else for them to go but bulge outward.

His colossal cock, free now to harden to full mast, leapt up out of its fabric prison, slamming against his abs, and growing up towards his pecs. He was uncut, she noticed. A relative novelty for her, having only been with a couple of uncut guys before him. She liked it, cock the way it should be. Massive, rock hard, with a protective sheath, like a scabbard for his sword. Of course, neither of the previous uncut guys’ dicks were worth writing home about, and certainly nowhere near the splendour of his cock. His dick transcended anything she’d ever seen, let alone experienced.

She started at the base of his mammoth shaft, on the underside, just above the scrotum, licking in one slow, tantalising movement up along the veins, stopping at the fraenulum, paying it particular attention. She probed with her tongue, swirling around and flicking, massaging. She smiled as he bucked and writhed with pleasure, every so often emitting low, deep, guttural moans and grunts.

As yet another bead of pre-cum leaked from his cock, he allowed himself to orgasm. His entire body flexed, as the earth moving orgasm wracked his body, his eyes rolling up into his head, his cock twitching and pulsing under her ministrations, more pre-cum leaking down the shaft. She greedily slurped up his pre-cum - it was like nectar from the gods - while she enjoyed the titillating sight of his entire body flex, veins exploding as the orgasm continued to convulse his entire body. She orgasmed at the sight, and the knowledge that she had brought him such pleasure. She was impressed that he could orgasm without ejaculating, again, something she had never experienced before. She nearly orgasmed again with the anticipation of switching roles and allowing his mastery to take over.

But she wasn’t done teasing him yet.

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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Once his orgasm had subsided, she backed off a little, allowing him time to bask in the afterglow. His cock was angry and harder than ever, demanding release. His balls, which had retracted with his orgasm, preparing to deliver their load, pulsed angrily as they, too, were denied release.

“Stand up.” It was not a request.

He obeyed, instantly.

“Flex your arms for me, pump them up.”

He smiled lustfully, pumping his fists, and flexing his wrists. His forearms reacted instantly, muscles writhing and flexing, veins enlarging and rising up from the skin, pulsing with strength and power. He extended his arms, flexing his considerable triceps, which exploded outward in a striated horseshoe, feathered with veins.

She moaned. And he flexed harder.

Raising his arms, he flared his lats, flexed his traps, pronated his wrists and pumped his biceps, flexing harder and harder each time. As he flexed, the two heads of each bicep muscle leapt into relief, large veins curling up and over the peak.

“Pump harder.”

He grunted as he flexed harder. Muscles standing up in relief, veins mushrooming across his body as he held his breath and bared down. She swooned.

Lowering his arms, the veins in his forearms pulsed even larger, as gravity brought blood flooding back into them.

“Sit,” she said, commandingly, brooking no questioning, expecting to be obeyed.

Again, he obeyed instantly. His already lustful feelings peaking higher. He’d always been the dominant one when it came to sex, certainly in a hetero pairing. Having her take charge was arousing on an entire other level.

She took one of his hands in her own, inspecting the strong fingers, the telltale way his thumb sat apart from his fingers, common to all heavy lifters, running her fingers along the roadmap veins on the back of his hand.

Flipping his hand over, she kissed and suckled his callouses, and sucked on his fingers and thumb, first one by one, then two by two, and finally a few at a time. The suction she applied was breathtaking. A gob of pre-cum pumped out of his cock, his excitement reaching yet another level. She smiled beguilingly, knowingly. She knew the effect she was having on him. His body betraying his peaking arousal.

She found a vein on his hand, and followed it up towards his forearm with her tongue, licking and probing, pressing on the vein as she moved up his arm. The vein snaked along the belly of his forearm, along the inside of his elbow and up over his bicep, disappearing under his deltoid. As she reached his deltoid, she moved to his ear, nibbling on it, and whispered seductively, “Cum for me.”

Almost instantly, waves of cum were shooting from his cock as he orgasmed again, allowing himself to cum this time. His dick pumped cum up in a high arch, splattering on the wall above his couch, in his hair, in her hair, their faces, and coating his stunning body in his baby juice. And, still, he came, thick, creamy cum slowly sliding down his chest and abs, directed by his Adonis Belt to his shaft, and dripping onto the floor beneath.

Moving quickly, she licked up as much of the delicious cum as she could, cleaning up the cleft between his pecs, and licking the sticky goop from his pecs. She swallowed, then continued licking up the cum from around and along his shaft, following along the ridges of this Adonis Belt and up and around the slabs of his abdominals.

She licked his face clean, savouring the scratch of his stubble. Mouth full of his cum, she kissed him forcefully, and he reciprocated. Tongues moving his cum back and forth between them, both savouring the ambrosia. She pulled away as the ball of cum passed to her mouth, swallowing it all.

It was no accident she was fulfilling her fantasies. And, unlike the common adage, her fantasies were orders of magnitude better in reality than her imagination.

His balls, satisfied they’d been able to release a load, hung back down, churning and seething, preparing for the next load.

His cock remained rock hard, the head flaring and almost purple with engorged blood. She pressed herself up against him, her mound pressing his dick into his abs. She took his hands, guiding them to her breasts, encouraging him to fondle them above the clothing. He kneaded gently, his expert caress belying his strength. He sought out her nipples, gently tweaking and twisting, eliciting cries of pleasure from her.

She moved his dominant hand down to her fully clothed vagina. He pressed his fingers against her labia, probing, penetrating gently, as his thumb pressed on her clit, making her wet and writhe in pleasure.

His cock throbbed and pulsed between them, reminding her of its presence.

Agonisingly slowly, she removed her blouse, her breasts bouncing seductively, even as they were supported by her bra. She reached behind her back to unclasp the bra but he stopped her. Turning her around, he kissed slowly down her back, using his lips and teeth to release her breasts. She gasped. Most men couldn’t undo a bra with their hands.

She turned back to face him, her breasts pressed up against his pecs, his cock nestled between them.

She began titty fucking him, moving her breasts up and down his shaft. He was so big, she had to work hard to ensure the whole shaft received attention. As she lowered her breasts down his shaft, she’d gently kiss, lick and caress the exposed glans. He leaked more pre-cum, ready to orgasm again, as her hot breasts applied pressure against his shaft, and her expert mouth worked her magic on his head.

“Cum again for me, baby. I need a facial.”

He released forth volley after volley of hot, sticky cum. As he did so, he tweaked her clit and they orgasmed together for the first time. His cum kept pumping. It hit her face with such force it splattered sending cum flying. She licked around her lips, sucking up as much of his precious seed as she could.

Bringing her cum covered face close to his, she whispered to him, “Stuff me full.”