High School Muscle Gods - Parts 1, 2, 3 & 4

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This got taken down, re-posting a more appropriate version. Thanks for all the great feedback - another chapter coming soon. 

Part 1: The Best Trio

7:55am Monday

As Mike sits in his home room class, he tries to play cool, talk with his nerdy girl friends and laugh at their jokes. But inside, his heart is pounding like a jackhammer. His throat feels dry. 

All he can think of is.. When are they going to arrive. Brandon, Brett, and Kyle. 

Star football jocks. The three biggest guys in the school. 

But not like normal-high-school-jock big. They are massive, muscle freaks. The size of NFL linemen, professional bodybuilders.

They are all anyone at the school talks about. Their sheer size is so unnatural — 800 pounds of muscle between them — that everyone knows they take steroids. Some parents of other kids have even complained to the school, but nothing ever happened. 

When Mike and his geeky friends discuss them, it’s with a derisive air, as though they’re embarrassed to even be around the vulgarity of their bulging pecs, their shoulders the size of soccer balls, or their bubble butts so muscular they push their back pockets straight upward.

In reality, they are all Mike can think about, day and night. At school he studies their every movement with complete discretion. At night, he jerks off to the mental images he captures, cumming over and over at the mere thought of the fabric straining to contain the mass of Brett's pec meat, the deep timbre of Kyle's roid-enhanced voice, or the way Brandon waddles through the halls, his cobra back nearly as wide as he is tall.

The bell rings. Class starts. 

Crestfallen, Mike thinks they’ve skipped class today. Mike’s an AP student, so it’s the only class he has with them. The teacher starts lecturing about world history. Mike gulps, tries to focus. 

Then Mike sees a shadow on the frosted window of the class door, the outline of a bulging trap. He hears the rumble of deep voices laughing outside. He knows who it is. 

The door opens up. Brett, Brandon and Kyle walk in. 15 minutes late. 

Their teacher just nods at them grimly, continues lecturing, afraid to do anything else in the presence of these muscle freaks towering over her.

It doesn’t help that all three are unbelievably handsome. 

Brett, the smallest and most arrogant, is 18, 5’9 and 260 pounds of juicy Italian beef. Olive skin, dark eyes, plump features, mustache outlining his sexy lips. He’s wearing a baseball cap and an XXL white tshirt that strains to hold in his enormous chest — which sticks out like a shelf, his upper pecs so engorged they almost touch his chin. Mike makes a mental note of the outline his nipples make under his T-shirt, pointing straight down under the weight of all that muscle. Jerkoff material for later.

Brandon is even bigger… 6’2 and 275, a bit more ripped and defined than juicy “little” Brett. Milky skin, ginger hair and thick beard, blue eyes, his massive shoulders and cobra back tapering to a size 28 waist. Mike notices the outline of abs jutting against his tight tank top. His nipple is completely exposed, spilling out of his muscle tank like a hand pulling back a curtain.

But Kyle is the real monster. The absolutely unreal teenage muscle freak. 6’3, 305 pounds. Just a tower of jacked, hairy, bulging jock muscle. Grey sweat shorts that can barely contain each watermelon sized globe of his ass and his obviously enormous dick meat. Buzzed head, thick brow, 24" bull neck. An incredibly huge and handsome caveman… thick dark beard, dark hair dusted on every inch of his body. He makes even Brett and Brandon look normal sized.

The three hulking seniors sit down in adjacent desks right in front of Mike! Gulp. The desks squeal under the weight.

In fact, Kyle has to strain quite hard to fit into the kid-sized desk, his monster thighs pushing up against the bottom.

Kyle’s 4 foot wide back blocks Mike’s entire field of vision. He observes the knotted traps twitching under skin-tight cotton, he notices even Kyle’s neck is padded with thick muscle all the way to his buzzed head. A deep, masculine musk wafts over Mike’s desk. His cock hardening, he catches a glance under the desk of Kyle’s enormous bubble butt sticking out through the back of the seat. His hairy ass crack is left exposed by a white jock strap. 

Brett and Brandon look over and laugh at the ridiculous sight of the Mr. Olympia-sized god squeezed into a child sized school desk.

“Bro can barely fit!” Brett says loudly, not even acknowledging the teacher droning on at the front of the class.

“Fuckin’ beast!” Brandon bellows, his voice so deep it seems to rattle the pencil on Mike’s desk. The teacher shudders, but soldiers on, trying her best to ignore them.

Everyone else in the class can’t help but stare at the three gods. Mike can barely breathe. How can these guys, with bodies twice the mass of most adult men, be the same age as him, a puny 140 pound, 5’8 runt? How are they even the same species? And each one so fucking handsome. 

Mike feels grateful for his desk as his dick, painfully hard, starts to leak pre-cum.

As their teacher’s history lecture continues, the three boys settle into their typical behavior, comically disruptive and indifferent to the lesson taking place — as if a history lesson could hold any interest to these three muscle gods that cause jaws to drop just walking down the halls.

Brett takes out a protein shaker, little Ziploc baggies of supplements, and starts stirring up a shake, then downs it in one massive gulp.

Brandon, 18 years old with the body of a Viking god, takes out his phone and scrolls through Instagram, double tapping an endless stream of oiled pro bodybuilders and muscle monsters, taking occasional breaks to flex his 22” arms and bounce his pecs admiringly. Mike, for whom no detail is too small watches Brandon browsing Nick Walker’s Instagram (an IFBB pro about the same size as himself), and sees Brandon comparing Nick's photos to his own muscles. Brandon’s monster cock starts to swell in his lycra basketball shorts.

Kyle, the real freak, just sits there right in front of Mike, staring vacantly, wheezing through his nose like a Mack truck, occasionally scratching his dick, squeezing his slab-like pecs curiously. The deep scent of his pheromones is overpowering. All Mike can think of his how bad he wants to reach out and touch Kyle’s muscles, the bubble butt half-exposed in the chair under the desk, the shelf of pecs that juts out like a chin rest for Kyle’s strong jaw.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

A loud timer goes off on Kyle’s phone. The whole class and the teacher stare at him as he (in no rush) disables it with his thick, hairy thumb. His hands look too meaty to even operate the buttons. 

“Meal time boys!” Brett yells.

All three boys take out Tupperware containers of what looks like two pounds each of shredded chicken and rice (three pounds for Kyle), and start devouring their fuel. 8:30am, right in the middle of class. 

By 10am, they’ve each wolfed down at least 2,000 calories of food, Brett has spent 15 minutes taking selfies of his 22-inch biceps flexed and posted on Instagram to his thousands of followers. Brandon has double-tapped maybe 100 muscle men on IG and aroused his 9 inch dick to the point where the head is spilling out of his shorts. Kyle has fallen asleep, his Hulk-like back rising and falling as he snores loudly. 

That’s just how it is. 

They never get in trouble for this type of behavior. The mild-mannered principal tried once, a bald, fat, middle-aged man of about 50. But then their dads (almost as big as their sons), all three paid him a visit. No one knows what they did, but after that no principal or teacher ever tried to punish them again, no matter how disruptive or wildly inappropriate their behavior. They swear, they scroll, they snore, they eat in class, they get hard-ons, they come to class in tight-fitting tank tops that look like scraps of fabric, that leave their nipples and pecs and pits and hairy treasure trails totally exposed. But never with so much as a slap on their hairy, muscle monster wrists. And they just keep getting bigger. 

Plus they're the star athletes in the state, the pride of the school. Ever since the three of them blew up in size in 9th grade, the school has never once lost a game. College football scouts from across the country visit to pay them homage. More than once an opposing team, seeing Kyle charging at them, has turned to run the other direction. They are so massive and strong, they just brush through their opponents like water.

The bell rings. First period break.

As Kyle stands up, his thighs take the desk with him. He leans over to pull the desk off of his legs. His sweatpants, caught on the side of the chair, pull down. His entire naked and hairy bubble butt and Olympian hamstrings are exposed in a white jock strap. One foot from Mike’s face. 

For a brief, surreal moment, Kyle bends over to untangle his sweats, and Mike glimpses Kyle’s pink, hairy hole. He gets an overpowering waft of man sweat that makes him dizzy.

“Oops,” Kyle says, realizing his bare ass and hole are completely exposed behind him.

With one hairy arm he drops the desk to the floor with a crash. He pulls up his sweatpants, not before flexing his quads curiously, then turns around to see who was looking. He looks down his pec shelf to where Mike stands, staring. “Sorry bro, didn’t mean to give you a show,” he says, not seeming particularly embarrassed. 

Then he looks down further and notices Mike’s crotch, soaked with pre-cum and sporting a raging boner. Mike, turning red, tries to cover it with his backpack.

“Looks like you don’t mind anyway…” Kyle says, smiling, and winks. 

Then he bounces both pecs arrogantly — it looks like the fabric is going to tear — turns around, and waddles away, a deep man musk in his wake, his twitchy, hairy python arms jutting out from the mass of his lat muscles.

Kyle angles himself to the side to fit through the door. His water-balloon-like pecs accidentally side-swipe a smaller boy's face, knocking his glasses on the ground. Kyle smirks.

Mike thinks he’s going to pass out. He sits down and waits for his boner to subside before leaving the classroom. He hopes no one will notice the circle of pre-cum on his shorts.

Out in the hall, a crowd of 20 students has formed a circle around the trio, snapping videos and pics as they do a spontaneous posing show. They’ve already taken off their shirts and bunched up their pants to showcase their quads. 

“Check this out bro,” says Brett, taking out a protein shaker from his bag and balancing it on his smooth, bare upper chest. His pec shelf sticks out horizontally, making it an easy resting spot for the bottle. Brandon and Kyle do the same with their protein shakers. 

The other kids take photos of the unreal image, the jocks in admiration, the girls with a mixture of terror and erotic fascination. Then all three throw up double biceps, revealing bushels of pit hair: Brett’s dark brown, Brandon’s ginger, and Kyle’s black. Brandon’s arms, 22 inches, have the freakiest peaks. Kyle’s, 24 inches, are the biggest.

Mike tries to slink by without drawing attention, too embarrassed and horned to even look at the show they’re putting on except out of the corner of his eye — which is still enough to make his boner spring back instantly. He dashes off to the boy’s bathroom and locks himself in a stall. 

The bell rings and the circle around the trio starts to disperse. 

“Fuck yes!” says Brett. “Gym class!”

“Dude look how swole Kyle already looks,” says Brandon. Even he is a little shocked at the sight of his muscle freak friend. “He’s gonna explode when he gets that pump.”

“I’ll meet you guys there,” grunts Kyle, pulling his tight XXXL T-shirt back over his furry muscles -- with difficulty. “Gotta take a piss.”

—

The bathroom empties out as all the students dash off to class. Mike stays locked in the stall, immobilized, stroking his red, painfully hard dick, sweat pouring down his brow.

Mike hears the door open. He stops breathing. Kyle’s musk fills the empty bathroom. He hears the muscle monster’s size-14 feet stomping over to the stall where he’s hiding. He sees them stop under the stall door. Then he looks up and sees Kyle’s buzzed forehead, thick brow and dark eyes looking down at him. He’s so tall he can easily peer right down to where Mike sits, dick out, totally exposed. 

Without saying a word, Kyle places one giant, hairy arm over the stall door and unlocks it from the inside. Then he lets himself in and locks it behind him. The stall is so small and Kyle is so huge that Mike — sitting on the toilet still sporting a massive hard-on — is face to face with Kyle’s abs and monster bulge. The aroma is intoxicating. 

“You like these muscles, huh.” Kyle’s voice is so deep that it seems as unreal and hyper-masculine as his body. 

Crimson red, Mike looks up and his eyes go blurry at what he sees. Mounds of pec muscle, nips almost bursting through the fabric, are blocking most of Kyle’s face. But he can see Kyle’s eyes, dark and arrestingly handsome, staring intently down at him. 

“Mhmm,” Mike whimpers, almost crying. 

Then Kyle grabs under Mike’s arms with his two muscle paws lifts him up like a rag doll. He’s standing on the toilet seat and face-to-face with Kyle. Terrified, Mike tries to pull up his pants over his erection, but Kyle swats his hands away.

Then Kyle leans forward gently and kisses Mike, his eyes closed. Mike’s eyes are wide open — he cannot believe what is happening. Kyle’s monstrous arms fold around Mike’s tiny body, engulfing him in warm, bulging, hairy muscle and his overpowering musk. Kyle becomes more and more passionate, his tongue surprisingly tender and soft in Mike’s mouth. Kyle starts groaning with pleasure, then steps back for a second and pulls off his shirt — or tries to. It’s stuck on his lats, and Mike helps him pull it off, which is actually pretty hard. Kyle tosses it to the floor. 

Kyle places his giant, rough palm behind Mike’s neck and shoves him head first into the sweaty crevasse of his rack. “MMMPH!!!” Mike moans. 

On a 305-pound body where every single muscle group, from traps to delts to horseshoe triceps to calves, seems to bulge with an unreal amount of twitchy, hairy, veiny muscle, Kyle’s pecs have always seemed disproportionately huge. The subject of nonstop remarks and “tiddy” jokes from Brandon and Brett, they seem to have a mind of their own, defying gravity, bouncing randomly, casting deep shadows, stretching so much fabric that they leave the bottom of Kyle’s hairy six pack constantly exposed.

“Suck on them,” Kyle commands in a deep voice. Mike licks the enormous pectorals, tastes the hair and salty sweat on his tongue. Kyle's skin is so much softer than he expected. His cock feels like it’s going to explode, his head swirls, he feels delirious. 

As he starts to suck on Kyle’s nipple, the giant roars, shockingly loud. “AHH, FUCK YEAH!!!” 

Mike sucks harder. Kyle moans in ecstasy, rolls back his head on his freakishly thick neck in utter pleasure. Mike begins to tweak the other nipple while he sucks even harder on his right pec. “FUCK YEAH BROOO” Kyle cries. With a muscley paw, he reaches down and pulls his cock out of his sweatpants. 

Mike gasps at what he sees.

Kyle’s dick is 12 inches long, rock hard, oozing pre. It’s the longest, thickest, meatiest cock Mike’s ever seen, not only in real life but in any porno as well. The pink head is the size of a computer mouse. His grapefruit-sized balls are engorged with cum. Kyle's cock makes his body look small.

Then Kyle does something even more surprising. He grabs Mike’s hand and guides his finger around his globe-sized ass to his furry hole, inviting him to finger him. Mike is incredulous. While still sucking on Kyle’s Ronnie Coleman-size pec, he sticks his index finger into Kyle’s warm hole, barely able to reach it through the thick mounds of ass muscle.

His finger is an inch inside when Kyle moans with pleasure so loud and deep it almost seems to shake the windows. “FUUUCK YEAHH BROOOO!!!” Mike feels Kyle's asshole tighten around his index finger in the throes of an intense orgasm. 

Kyle throws up a freaky double bicep as he CUMS. 

Immediately he unleashes a torrent of cum on Mike’s shirt and lap, then all over Mike’s face. 

Rope after rope explodes out of Kyle’s cock, completely soaking Mike in what seems like pints of warm, salty sperm. 

Kyle doesn’t stop! He cums six ropes, seven ropes, eight, nine, ten…

Mike’s face and body are so drenched there isn’t a single spot on him that’s not wet with cum. A puddle forms on the floor, cum splatters the wall of the bathroom stall and the tiles behind them. 

“AHHHHHHHHH!!!” Kyle roars. Finally, after spraying 12 ropy loads, his dick falls, still oozing cum down to the floor in a continuous trail.  

Mike looks up at the cum Kyle back-splashed all over his own hairy pecs, at the cum dripping from his nipples, down his hairy six pack, at his 24 inch biceps covered in splashes of cum, his hairy, fragrant pits, his oozing 12 inch monster cock, and can’t take it anymore - his own dick explodes without even touching it. 

Seeing this, Kyle bends down to slurp it up, not letting a drop go to waste. He licks his lips, Mike's load dripping from his stubble-lined chin.

A moment passes, both of them panting. Kyle looks Mike deep in the eyes with a faint smile. Mike returns his gaze for a moment, but Kyle's face is too sexy and hyper-masculine to look at very long without blushing.

“Woof, you're really cute," Kyle says. "That was hot. You know just what I like. We made a bit of a mess though. Haha.” 

Understatement of the century. Mike looks like he's just been sprayed with a firehose of cum.

Kyle reaches into his bag and pulls out some dirty white boxer shorts. Gently, almost politely, he uses them to wipe Mike’s face first, then Mike’s body. But the boxers are quickly soaked. So Kyle picks up his own t-shirt from the floor and uses it as a cum rag.

“I don’t need a shirt anyway,” Kyle says. “Gimme your phone.” 

Startled, Mike hands him his phone. Kyle snaps a smiling selfie of his handsome face, and adds his number. “I texted my number. Let’s hang again. I’m Kyle." As if he didn’t know. "Gotta go to gym class. Later.” 

“I’m m-m-Mike.” Before Mike can finish his words, Kyle is gone, his cum soaked underwear and shirt left behind as souvenirs. True to his word, all he’s wearing as his hairy bubble butt bounces out the boy's room door are cum soaked, skin tight sweatpants half pulled down, revealing his jock strap; white socks; and size 14 shoes. 

Mike stands up, still drenched in Kyle's load. 

The smell of Kyle’s musk is still in the air when he gets a text message. 

“Hot bro. Lets hng agin after school. This time w my buds Brett and Brandon . "

 

Part 2: In Kyle's Truck

It takes Mike the better part of an hour to wash his clothes in the bathroom sink and dry them in the hand dryer. The stall where he and Kyle hooked up is splattered with what looks like a gallon of Kyle's cum.

The rest of the day goes by in a daze. At 12:15 he sees he has another text from Kyle. Mike's heart feels like it's going to explode. "Looking fwd to later dude ," along with pic of Kyle, Brett and Brandon shirtless and smiling at football practice. The kind of thing he'd troll Instagram to jerk off to literally 50 times.

"me too" is the best response he can muster. 

When the last bell finally rings, Mike is nervously walking towards the parking lot, about to text Kyle to ask "What time?" 

Before he can, though, he feels a meaty hand on this shoulder and smells Kyle's musk. "Sup," a deep voice says. He looks up and sees Kyle, clasping Mike's entire shoulder with his paw.

Kyle is completely shirtless, an obscene spectacle. He has been since they hooked up this morning. Even in class. Though this behavior is indecent enough for even his otherwise whipped teachers to gently chide him.

He strides next to Mike with his shockingly huge and hairy chest exposed, muscles jiggling as he walks, gym bag that looks comparatively tiny slung over one shoulder. Mike can't look at anything other than the enormous pecs and nipples in his face.

"You're coming over, right?" Kyle asks.

"Uh, of course...of course I am..." still staring at his chest, braindead.

"Cool. I'll drive. Brett and Brandon are coming with." They walk to Kyle's F-450 truck. It's parked halfway on the sidewalk in a no parking zone. "You can ride in the backseat." 

Brandon and Brett are already in the truck. Brett, the smooth, 5'9 Italian stud, sits in the back on his phone, now wearing a wifebeater that hugs his insanely juicy pecs and shoulders. Brandon is sitting shotgun drinking a protein shake, rubbing the ginger fur of his pecs absentmindedly. 

Right as Mike climbs in the backseat of the massive truck, Kyle slams the door behind him with his pinky. 

The smell of muscle and sweat in the truck is intoxicating. The engine roars to life.

"Guys this is my friend, uh... What's your name again?"

"Mike."

"Damn, you found a cutie, Kyle," says Brett, eyeing Mike up and down in the seat next to him. Mike blushes. He can barely look Brett in the eye, he's so handsome.

"Is he a top?" says Brandon, as if Mike's not even there.

"Yeah, I think so," says Kyle.

“Fuck yeah!” says Brandon. He turns back and looks at Mike, licking his chops and rubbing his dick. Mike averts his eyes, turning even more red.

“You’re a top, huh?” says Brett. He slings a bulging 22-inch arm over Mike's shoulder and pulls him in closer, behind the tinted windows of the truck.

Brett starts making out with Mike. He's an amazing kisser, even better than Kyle. Mike's dick is throbbing with desire.

Even though Kyle is the true monster of the trio, and Brandon the Viking god, Brett is the one that Mike fantasizes about the most.

How to describe Brett? God-like isn't the right word...Because Brett isn't the proportions any Greek sculptor would have envisioned. Every muscle on his 5'9 frame is grotesquely inflated...Pecs on the verge of popping, Superman shoulders, quads that stretch out even baggy shorts, jaw-dropping bubble butt, hamstrings that make you wonder how he even wipes. Even though he's shorter than Brandon, his muscles look bigger and more out of proportion. His entire body is ridiculously sexualized and hyper-masculine, including his beautiful face, his dark mustache and pillowy lips. Brett is out of control with muscle, a walking (or waddling) wet dream.

They pull away from the high school. Kyle is driving shirtless in the front seat, his upper body so engorged his pillowy, hairy pecs are practically on the steering wheel.

Brett doesn't waste time. He shoves Mike’s head into his lap where his thick, Italian dick is already hard and leaking pre. He whips it out. Mike starts sucking, tasting the salty pre, smelling Brett’s sweaty muscle, opening his eyes to see the teenage bodybuilder's bulging pecs and abs under his white wife beater. Brandon, riding shotgun, turns around to watch.

Brett moans with pleasure as Mike sucks his gorgeous 8.5” cock up to the hilt. Then he pulls Mike up from his cock and starts kissing him passionately. 

Brandon, watching from the front seat, starts stroking his own 9” dick underneath Lycra shorts. 

 

“Ah yeah you like your muscle boy? You gonna pound your muscle boy today?” Brett murmurs in Mike's ear. “You gonna fuck this 260 pound muscle freak?”

Before Mike can muster a reply, Kyle yells from the driver's seat: “Fucking hot! You guys are getting me hard." Kyle's not lying. His 12 inch dick is rock hard, straining his tight shorts. 

Kyle slams the gas as they enter the freeway. 

As the huge truck careens in and out of lanes, Mike runs his hands all over Brett's smooth, magnificent body. Brett moans with pleasure.

"I'm hard too," says Brandon in the passenger seat, reaching out to fondle Kyle's enormous pecs. As psychotically aroused as Mike is by these three muscle freaks, Brandon is just as turned on himself, especially when he sees Kyle's bare, furry pecs flopped over the seat belt. 

"Bro you sure you haven't put on more muscle? You look even bigger."

"Weighed myself today after gym class." Kyle winks. 

"And?"

"Guess."

"310?"

"Fuckin' 319."

"Dude..." says Brandon, feeling dizzy, his cock starting to actually leak. “You put on 12 pounds in 1 week?”

"All thanks to Mike. He gave me some of his protein earlier today." 

"Who?" asks Brandon.

"The kid in the back."

"Not fair. I hope he saved a load for me."

"Hah, something tells me he's got more than one load in him."

As Kyle and Brandon are talking in the front seat, Brett has stripped off all his clothes except a white jock strap and white socks. Brett picks up Mike like a doll and repositions him lying down on his back. Then he backs up his huge, smooth bubble butt on top of Mike's face. Mike licks the perfect pink hole, almost suffocated by olive-skinned teen muscle. 

"MMMMMMMPH!!!!" moans Mike. 

Brett groans in ecstasy, his eyes rolling back in his head, arching his thick back to accentuate his rock-hard 8 pack.

"FUCK YEAH BRO!" roars Brett, almost crying with pleasure as Mike rims him desperately. 

Looking back, Brandon says,"Brett's gonna cum before we even get home."

"Can't help it...Your little friend's a stud!" Brett interjects as he thrusts his bubble butt harder onto Mike's face. 

Brett is so horny and turned on that his body never stops writhing. Impatient to kiss Mike again, Brett flips him over so he's face to face. Mike is covered in sweat, flushed red, can barely breathe, completely swallowed up in Brett's bulging, writhing muscles. While they kiss, Mike's eyes are wide open, taking in Brett's incredibly handsome face and gorilla-like neck and traps. 

Brett's tongue feels surprisingly soft and gentle. His dark hairy armpits smell like maple syrup.

Can this really be happening? Mike thinks. I'm in a truck with three horned up teen bodybuilders. They aren't just gay... They're BOTTOMS? And they're into ME?

The speeding truck veers to take an exit off the freeway. Expensive neighborhood, big McMansions. 

Now Brett is lying on top of Mike, all 260 pounds writhing.

Brett is clasping his red, engorged cock and Mike's together in his muscle paw. "Aw, fuck yeah, fuck yeah," Brett mutters, almost crying with pleasure as he rubs their hard cocks together. "You like your muscle boy? You like these fuckin 22 inch arms?" The teen flexes a shockingly muscular arm that a pro bodybuilder would be proud of, and shoves the sharp peak it forms right into Mike's face. "Polish it.” 

Mike starts slurping. Then Brett pulls back and starts rubbing Mike's leaking cock into the crevasse of his smooth, sweaty pecs.

"Fuck bro, fuck! Fuck..." Brett moans. He's just getting more and more aroused.

What a scene. The speeding black truck is winding up the hill of a suburban street, the houses getting bigger and bigger, the aroma of jock sweat overpowering. Kyle is driving like a maniac, so Mike and Brett are jostling all over in the back seat while Brett also writhes and moans wildly, his sweaty muscles rubbing all over Mike's little body. 

They're about the same height and they have the same size waist, but Brett has 120 pounds more muscle padded onto his frame. His arms are far thicker than Mike's legs. 

Mike is lying on his back with Brett squatting on top of him. 

Unexpectedly, Brett grabs Mike's cock and sticks it up his tight hole, sitting back on it, taking the whole dick at once!

Mike looks up at Brett's flopping sweaty pecs and 8 pack, his throbbing muscles, his dripping, cut cock bouncing. 

"F-UH-UH-UCK YEA BROO!" Brett screams.

They both cum almost instantly - Brett without touching his cock. Mike releases, breeding the teen bodybuilder's smooth bubble butt. At the same moment, he feels Brett's asshole clench in the spell of an intense orgasm. Brett spews his enormous load all over Mike's face and chest, painting the back seat with cum. Then he leans down to tenderly kiss Mike's jizz-covered face, Mike's dick still in his ass.

"Oh fuck! Brett just came!" yells Brandon, stroking his 9 inch hard-on.

Brett: "Mike did too." 

"He bred you? Not fair. Mike, you better be getting ready to pound my ass next." Brandon's voice is freakishly deep and arousing.

"Don't worry guys," Kyle says (with an even deeper voice). "The little guy is in heaven. He's into muscle. He'll fuck us all night if we let him."

"Maybe we should," says Brett, pulling Mike's still-hard cock out of his hole. It’s dripping cum. 

They pull up at Kyle's driveway, which has a private gate. Kyle rolls down the window and enters a code with his pro bodybuilder-sized arm. The gate opens and Kyle speeds up a long driveway. Brett and Mike are cuddling and kissing, both covered in cum, Brett leaking it out of his enormous glutes. 

Kyle’s family's property is so big that by the time they get to the main house, they’ve driven 3 minutes on a private driveway. Their house is totally isolated, no neighbors have a view in. 

Kyle parks in front of their six car garage. 

“When are your parents back from vacation, Kyle?” Brett asks. 

“Not for another 2 weeks.” 

“Fucking amazing.” 

Part 3: Kyle's House

The three gods and Mike stagger out of the truck. It’s a warm afternoon. Kyle is shirtless, semi erect in sweats that seem swallowed up by his inhuman quads and ass. Brandon is in a football tank top and still nursing a 9 inch hard on. Brett is completely naked except a jockstrap and socks, cum leaking out of his bubble butt. Mike -- less than half the size of the other three -- is flushed, T-shirt, backpack, and face plastered with Brett’s drying load. 

"WHOA," Brandon says. "Bro, look at Kyle."

Kyle is just standing there… But as the California afternoon sun hits his body, all three of the other guys gasp. He looks like a God of War character, the final boss. Pecs jutting out a good foot from his freakishly pumped shoulders. 24 inch arms stuck out at a 45 degree angle from swollen lats. Wide traps so veiny and big they seem to be fighting for space with his thick neck. His barely concealed monster package casts a shadow on his quads -- which are so pumped with muscle that he can't close his legs together. Perfectly placed dark hair on every inch of this monster's physique. 

“Huh?” asks Kyle, not realizing how unreal he looks.

Each of the other boys, watching him, starts stroking his now erect dick and moves in toward Kyle.

Brandon puts a hand behind Kyle's head and the two muscle hunks kiss passionately. Then Kyle kisses Brett, then he leans down to kiss Mike. 

They all strip off what little clothes they were wearing. Now Mike is caught in the middle of the trio, and at eye level, surrounding him on all sides are three sets of truly massive, billowing pecs and chiseled abs. Brandon, Kyle and Brett move in tighter so the little guy's head is trapped by these six colossal pecs and nips -- Kyle's by far the biggest and hairiest -- while above him the three giants trade passionate kisses atop their bull necks.

As Mike slurps and sucks on all the pec meat, he feels his abdomen poked by three leaking monster cocks. Even though Mike just came for the second time today, his own dick is painfully hard and he could cum again in a moment.

Mike gets on his knees, right on the driveway, and starts sucking and jacking the three muscle freaks' cocks, stroking their huge balls. They each moan with pleasure as they three-way-kiss above Mike. 

"Oh fuck, oh FUCK," Kyle roars with a steroid-deepened voice that's just as arousing, in its way, as his muscles and pheromones. Mike sucks and jacks them deliriously, walled in on every side by bulging, Branch Warren-sized thighs -- Kyle's lined in dark hair -- and throbbing cocks. When Mike looks up, he can't even see their faces, which are occluded by a sheer cliff of pec meat and nipples.

Suddenly an alarm goes off on Kyle's phone. The three bodybuilders stop kissing, and Mike looks up, disoriented. 

"Meal time!" says Brandon.

-- 

The three teen mutants slip back on shorts over their hard dicks, massive thighs and bubble butts, no shirts, and they waddle into Kyle's house, which is a bona fide mansion. In the huge, pristine kitchen, Mike watches them wolf down (combined) another six pounds of already prepared meat and brown rice, followed by protein shakes. They don't offer Mike a bite, he just sits and watches in disbelief. Above all, he can't stop staring at Kyle's bare chest.

Finally, Mike speaks.

"How many calories you all eat a day?" 

"7,000 every day bro," says Brett matter of factly. "Well, 10,000 for the beast here" (looking at Kyle).

"Gotta eat big to get those gains," says Brandon.

"But you guys are already huge."

"You think this is big bro?" says Brett, flexing a 22 inch arm. The smell and visual make Mike go weak. "Kyle's goal weight is 350 by freshman year of college. Mine and Brandon's is 300."

Mike gulps, thinking about a 350 pound college freshman... or for that matter a 5’9” 300-pound Brett. His throat feels dry.

“Would you ever wanna look like us?” asks Brandon.

Mike is puzzled by the question. As if looking like these men was even an option… He doesn’t know how to answer.

“I mean, you’re cute as hell already,” adds Brandon, winking. “Very handsome. And you've got a beautiful dick. So don’t take it the wrong way. But would you ever want to put on muscle? Would you want muscles like this?” Brandon takes Mike's wrist and lays his hand on his relaxed upper arm. Mike squeezes. His hand looks tiny compared with Brandon's bulging tricep. It feels like warm granite.

“More than anything in the world,” Mike blurts out honestly. The three monsters laugh. 

“Well, have you ever lifted before?” asks Brett with food in his mouth.

"I've tried once or twice. But I didn't know what I was doing."

The three gods look at each other, grinning and winking conspiratorially. They move in closer around Mike, surrounding him with muscle. He'd be terrified if he didn't know how nice and easy-going they all are.

"Sounds like someone's gonna lift with us today!" says Brett.

"You can be our new project," says Brandon.

"Fuck, I'm already thinking how sexy you'll look when you pack on some muscle..." Kyle says. His 12-inch cock starts to rouse in his shorts.

"But...I wouldn't even be able to keep up with you guy---" says Mike.

Brett shoves Mike's face into Kyle's enormous pecs and holds it there.

"Did you guys hear something? Thought I heard Mike saying he didn't want to lift with us." 

Playing along, Kyle flexes his pecs together and envelopes Mike's entire head in muscle. Mike makes muffled moaning sounds while Brett holds down his face. Then Brett releases him and Mike gasps for air.

"Then it's settled," Brett says. "You'll lift with us. And we'll show you how to get big."

"I didn't pack any workout cloth---"

Brett shoves him back into Kyle's sweaty, hairy pec shelf, laughing. "You don't need any workout clothes, Mike. We lift in Kyle's home gym. We just wear our underwear."

-----

Unsurprisingly, Kyle's basement gym is seriously nice. Full of high-end equipment, free weights, and a squat rack, it's about the size of a suburban fitness center. Some of the weights are incredibly heavy -- Mike spots a set of two 250-pound dumbbells. Yet the overall look of the gym is soft and luxurious, with pristine white carpets and mirrors lining all four walls.

Kyle, Brett, and Brandon have all stripped down to jocks or underwear --  in Kyle's case, a cum-stained white jockstrap that's almost entirely swallowed up by his gigantic bare ass.

God almighty, thinks Mike, as he watches these three gorillas waddle into the gym. They really do look like superheroes, like science fiction characters. Their backs are ridiculously wide compared to their tiny waists. He’s already hard and leaking.

Standing in his boxers, Mike feels like a boy compared to these gods.

Mike watches the trio do a brutal chest workout. Brandon benches 325 pounds just to warm up, his enormous cock completely hard and leaking as he lifts. It seems like they're always horned, insatiable...

He watches Kyle load four 45-pound weights on either side of a barbell and power through sets of 10 reps, the barbell actually bending under all the weight on either side. Brandon and Brett both stand behind to spot him (with hard ons). Kyle roars and grunts like a wild animal through each rep.

Throughout their workout they obligingly stop to show Mike the ropes, hand him tiny weights that seem like paperweights in their bulging arms… but never for a moment do they seem like they’re making fun of the disparity. In fact, they’re really encouraging and obviously pleased to be showing a newbie how to lift. 

After a brutal, 90 minute workout, their second one that day, the three boys have pumped up their massive bodies to new levels of grotesquery. They look a little dizzy, as if too much blood is rushing to their inflated muscles.  Brandon and Brett’s pecs are so swollen they have stopped twitching and just look totally full, protruding surreally from their upper bodies like balloons that could pop with the slightest poke. Kyle’s monster shoulders are the size of motorcycle helmets and his hairy triceps are bigger than Mike’s thighs. 

Brett and Brandon take a break from lifting. They stand close, arms to the side, and rub their swollen pecs against each other, sort of jokingly, but within moments they’re both rock hard again, dicks tenting and almost ripping through their tight underwear. 

Their billowing chests press together but their thick, scary muscles stick so far outwards that their faces are half a foot apart, even as their nipples meet.

Then Brett can’t help himself and starts sucking on Brandon’s left pec, which is lightly dusted with ginger fur. Both high school seniors, but either one could be on stage at the next Mr Olympia and you wouldn’t blink. They grab each other’s thick cocks and start squeezing hard.

The sight is so unbelievably hot that Kyle, holding two 100-pound dumbbells over his head like pom poms, drops them to the floor with a crash and starts stroking his throbbing cock. He waddles over to the two freaks and joins in, his own pecs so pumped they look bright red under his dark fur.

"Ah fuck yeah, beast," purs Brett softly to Kyle. "Fuckin love chest day with you bro."

Brett and Brandon both start worshipping Kyle's pecs, each one sucking a nipple, while his monster cock rises, oozing pre-cum. Kyle rolls his buzzed head back on his thick, bearded neck in total ecstasy, moaning. Kyle has never looked huger or more masculine.

Then Brandon gets down on his knees and starts pec-fucking Kyle's leaking cock with his enormous chest.

"FUCK YEAH BRO" Kyle almost cries.

Mike has been trying to focus on his own pathetic workout but the sight of this is too much. He's just standing 10 feet away, totally immobilized by this fantasy image, unconsciously stroking his painfully hard dick. 

Brett looks up and spots him.

"Get over here, Mike," he commands. Mike obeys. 

As Mike draws closer, Brett puts a 22-inch arm around his waist and pulls him in. He shoves Mike's face into his armpits. Mike inhales Brett's pheromones like a diver that has come up for air. 

Brandon looks up from his own chest, which is now slathered in Kyle's precum, and looks Mike in the eye jovially.

"You finally gonna fuck me now?" Brandon asks.

"Let's go to my room!" says Kyle.

-----

For Mike, what happens next is like a waking dream. They walk up the stairs to Kyle's bedroom. Mike stands behind Kyle, hypnotized by his colossal, bouncing bubble butt. 

Kyle pauses at the top of the stairs, and Mike's face runs right into Kyle's hairy hole. Kyle doesn't even notice, but Mike falls to the floor.

Then Brandon, walking behind Mike, picks him up like a knapsack and throws him over one shoulder. Mike looks down and sees Brandon's bubble butt jutting out from his lower back as the Greek god carries him.

They enter Kyle's messy bedroom which is massive, like every part of the house.

The deep scent of Kyle's musk is overpowering.

The white walls are plastered with posters of bodybuilders and lifting techniques and more than a few splashes of dried cum. The floor is strewn with dirty gym clothes, cum-splattered bodybuilding magazines, jocks, size 14 sneakers, and football gear; the desks with various containers of supplements, powders, and protein blenders. The bed is the largest Mike's ever seen, it looks like it's the size of two California kings, and there's also a huge couch and flatscreen TV. The "bookshelves" have no books but are loaded with athletic trophies. Most surfaces seem to be cum-flecked if not cum-stained. Mike breathes in the smell, it's like the air is pure testosterone. He wishes he could stay here and never leave.

"OK bud," says Brandon, and tosses Mike 6 feet through the air onto the giant's bed. All three of them stand in a row at the foot of the bed, completely naked now. Their monstrous muscles look particularly defined in the fading sunlight, especially their veiny quads, thick pecs, and shocking abs. 

"You gonna really fuck us now, or what?"

--

They fuck for four hours. 

Mike could never have imagined such pleasure. Kyle's ass is so muscular that he has to push hard to even get inside of him, but once he does the feeling is better than he could have even dreamed. Each of the teen bodybuilders greedily fights to ride Mike's dick, sometimes almost crushing him under their weight. Kyle's reinforced bed creaks and moans under all 800 pounds of teen muscle.

While Mike fucks Brandon, Brett almost smothers Mike with his pecs. They fuck in every possible configuration, and sometimes Kyle fucks Brandon or Brett fucks Kyle, but Mike is always the top. And it's clear that bottoming is what each of them really enjoys.

At one point, Brett and Brandon each grab Kyle under one gigantic thigh and hoist him up -- and he's heavy even for these two freaks -- then drop his hole on top of Mike's hard dick. Kyle cums instantly, spewing pools of jizz all over Mike's skinny body and handsome face. 

In fact, they all cum, over and over again, so many times it's hard to keep track -- one load is spewed just as soon as the previous one dries. As soon as Mike has bred Kyle, he takes a deep breath and smells the teen muscle musk in the room, and his dick feels rock hard and ready to go again. When they need a "breather," the trio takes turns sitting on Mike's face, moaning with pleasure while his tongue explores their bubble butts. 

Hours pass in frenzied joy. It's dark out now. 

Mike looks up and Kyle is on top of him, riding his aching but still hard dick. Kyle's weight is almost suffocating, but the pleasure is even more intense. Mike feels his cock all the way up Kyle's warm muscle butt, which is already full of several loads of Mike's cum. Kyle's 12 inch cock is harder than ever drooling a continuous trail of cum. His abs look like hairy granite in the twilight, his chest is like a shelf, he is flexing one 24" bicep, which is far larger than his own head, and licking the peak, revealing bushels of dark pit hair. Brett and Brandon lay beside them passionately kissing and exploring each other's hulking bodies.

But Kyle's beautiful dark, gleaming eyes are locked with Mike's. Mike notices how Kyle’s beard seems to have grown half an inch since he first walked into their history class this morning. This sight and sensation and smell of this 320-pound god are too much for Mike. He cums his final load, breeding Kyle for the third time, and passes out. He doesn't wake up for hours. 

While he sleeps, Kyle is big spoon, folding Mike's little body into his pecs, holding him against his hairy chest like King Kong holding Fay Wray. Brandon cuddles him from the other side, so he's completely absorbed in a muscle cocoon. Both Kyle and Brandon have such wide backs that, lying on their sides, their lats seem to rise 3 feet into the air, like ships' sails. Brett, feeling left out, eventually wriggles his way into the middle with Mike, and Mike sleeps with his face in Brett's soft, pillowy pecs, sucking them like a pacifier. 

When Mike wakes up, it’s been dark for hours. He feels dried cum on every inch of his body. His phone is full of increasingly frantic voicemails from his parents, asking when he’ll be home.

Part 4: One of Us

It’s four months later. 

As improbable as it seems to Mike, the trio of teen bodybuilders has fully absorbed him into their circle. Each day at school they hang out like close buddies. 

This development blows the minds of Mike’s nerdy friends, with whom he instantly severs all connection. Mike’s confidence soars through the roof with the three literal big men on campus towering by his side all the time.

They work out every day after school, something Mike looks forward to almost breathlessly. 

Mike tries to keep up with their lifting and diet regimen, and his body has really responded. He’s now, at 5’8, 165 pounds of solid muscle, with thick shoulders and pecs and a wider back. 

The size disparity between them is still enormous, though. Kyle is almost twice his weight and seems to be growing bigger every day, with Brett and Brandon not far behind. 

Kyle is 330 pounds now. In fact, one morning in class, as Kyle stretches his arm, his entire shirt rips below his raised lat with a loud tear. The whole class looks over. As Kyle lowers his arm, half of his torn shirt falls off. He spends the rest of the day with one gigantic, furry pec and nipple flopped out, completely shameless.

Mike fucks the eager muscle bottoms any chance he can get, often 2 or 3 times in a school day, then again later after their workouts. 

During school hours, they do it behind the tinted windows of Kyle’s supersized truck in the parking lot, on the cum splattered back seat. It’s too small for more than two at a time, so sometimes Brandon or Brett will wait outside for his turn while Mike breeds the other. Mike never has any trouble getting hard, no matter how much they fuck. He just has to open his eyes.

Kyle has grown so big that it's physically impossible to fuck him in the backseat, so they fuck in the locker room showers while Brett or Brandon stands guard. This has the benefit of making less of a mess, because every time Kyle cums he ejaculates what seems like a pint, and he can easily spray 10 feet across a room, drenching anything in his path.

When Mike fucks Kyle from behind, the only thing hotter than his freakishly wide back dusted with dark body hair is the sight of his hairy, jiggling bubble butt. It’s so thick with muscle that Mike has to push with all his might to even get the head of his cock inside Kyle’s hole, grabbing onto Kyle's 30-inch waist for leverage. But the harder he pushes, the better it feels, and the more the bent-over muscle god moans. Mike's hands can feel the strong muscles of Kyle's 6-pack abs writhing under his skin. Usually Mike has to close his eyes, because when he opens them, the sight of Kyle's tapered back is so astonishing that he can't help but cum instantly.

Mike’s academics have suffered, but his grades haven’t. Although he has stopped turning in homework or studying, his hulking new friends pay visits to his teachers and make sure he continues to get top marks. In fact, his GPA is actually up. 

Just like the trio of gorillas, all he thinks about all day is muscle, sex and food. 

—-

One afternoon while he’s in an honors class, fantasizing about their lifting and fucking session later that day, Brett bursts in mid-lecture wearing a muscle tank and tight grey sweatpants. His smooth pecs and nipples jut out, totally exposed, with only a thin strip of fabric caught in the middle of his pecs. He looks completely indecent. 

The teacher and half the students can’t help but gasp.

“E-e-e-xcuse me?” the teacher stammers. Brett ignores him.

He waddles over to Mike’s desk and (not quietly) says to him, “C’mon, let’s go have some fun.” Mike sees the outline of a semi in his grey sweatpants, which are already stretched by his enormous quads. 

Mike obeys. He picks up his backpack and waltzes out with Brett, leaving the teacher furious and helpless. Mike can’t help brushing his hands against Brett’s bulging ass and semi-exposed crack as they walk out together.

Once in the school hall, Brett looks both ways and, seeing the coast is clear, lays both hands behind Mike’s head and passionately kisses him. Then he pushes Mike’s head down and smushes him into his massive cleavage, still looking both ways. 

“Let’s go to the locker room,” Brett says. He puts a freakishly swole arm behind Mike’s waist and pulls him forward. Mike's heart pounds. They walk at a fast pace. Mike sees Brett’s bubble butt and thick dick spilling out of his sweatpants. Every few yards, when he sees there's no one watching, Brett pulls in Mike for a kiss or guides Mike's hand down his ass crack.

They get to the locker room. It's empty. 

Now Brett's libido is finally unleashed. He rips his tiny tank top in half, revealing his bulging pecs and 8-pack abs. He looks like a superhero. Mike immediately suckles on the sensitive nips, squeezes Brett's smooth pecs; his hands tiny by comparison. Brett's cock begins to rise, until it sticks out perpendicular in his tented sweatpants and stabs Mike in the stomach. 

Brett pulls down Mike’s pants and underwear. Then Brett scoops Mike up in his 22-inch arms and holds him aloft in the air. He drapes each of Mike's legs over his massive shoulders and starts sucking Mike's cock, still holding him midair in his strong hands. When Mike looks down and sees the mustached teen bodybuilder deepthroating him, he almost cums, and the taste of pre-cum only makes Brett suck harder. 

But right before Mike orgasms, Brett lifts him back down and cradles Mike in his arms like a doll. He kisses Mike passionately and Mike can feel the pressure of his pecs flopped against his body. 

Brett lays Mike on his back on a locker room bench, and peels off his grey sweatpants. Now the 5'9 18-year-old, packed with 265 pounds of freaky teen muscle, is naked except for socks and a white jock strap. He squats over Mike's face and sits down. Mike rims him deliriously while Brett moans with pleasure. Mike's eyes are wide open, taking in the almost boxy shape of Brett's bodybuilder glutes and the knotted muscles of his cobra back. Mike's hands explore the contours of Brett's abs, arms, jutting pecs, and his leaking cock. Brett bounces his ass on top of Mike's face, while Mike sucks harder and harder. 

Then Brett leans forward and deep-throats Mike's hot cock while Mike continues to rim him. They 69 like this for what seems like 10 minutes, both in heaven. Then suddenly...

CREEEEAKKK

The locker room door opens. They both look up, panicking.

"Look at these two sluts," says a deep voice. Brett and Mike both breathe a deep sigh of relief. It's Kyle and Brandon.

-----

"Wow, you guys look fucking hot," says Brandon, turning red.

The same could be said for Brandon and Kyle. Brandon wears a skin-tight white t-shirt and light-blue denim jeans that can barely contain his massive quads and hardening package. You can see his chiseled abs even under the shirt, all six. 

Kyle has on tight mesh basketball shorts and a sweaty wife beater that makes his upper body look more freakish than ever. They both stand there with arms jutting out at 45 degrees from the mass of lat muscles, their HUGE stubble-lined necks bulging out from huge, veiny traps.

Brett stops deepthroating Mike and sits up straight, trapping Mike’s face under his colossal ass. Mike moans, barely able to breathe, and sucks harder and harder. His dick is almost exploding without touching it. 

“Ah fuck yeah bro,” mutters Brett to Mike.

Kyle and Brandon saunter over. They both lift off their shirts (with some difficulty), revealing their hairy chests and bushels of pit hair. The room is filled with their teen muscle musk. As their arms settle back to their sides, their pecs stick out grotesquely, making their heads look miniscule by comparison. They start kissing and caressing each other's superhuman upper bodies.

All the while Brett is smushing his glutes into a supine Mike's face. Mike’s whole body shudders with arousal. Brett, Kyle and Brandon grab hold of each other’s pecs and squeeze. 

“C’mon.. Let’s give the little guy a show,” says Kyle, smirking.

Kyle pulls a sweating, maroon-faced Mike out from Brett’s ass. 

Then he squats over the locker room bench where Mike is lying. With both hands locked under it, he rips it right off the concrete floor it’s attached to, his chest muscles locked and rippling with the effort. 

Balancing the metal bench with one hand, Kyle hoists Mike up and starts doing one-armed overhead presses. The bench and Mike feel light as a feather in Kyle’s 24-inch arm. After 20 perfect reps he swaps the bench to the other arm, and completes another set. Then he passes Mike to Brandon and Kyle, who each do 2 sets without effort, then hand him back to Kyle. He holds Mike by the ankles and drops the bench to the ground with a crash. 

Kyle dangles him upside down. 

Brandon pulls down his pants and underwear. Brett and Brandon both back their enormous asses on either side of his head while Kyle rotates him slowly like a rotisserie. He’s completely engulfed by ass muscle, sucking and licking deliriously, his rotating face smushed against four monster glutes, Brett’s smooth, Brandon’s hairy. Brett and Brandon both squat with raging boners, pushing their glutes backwards into his face.

"FUCK YEAH" Kyle ROARS as he dangles Mike. His voice is so deep the metal locker doors seem to shake.

Brett and Brandon back away. Now Mike is upside down and face to face with Kyle's hairy 12 inch cock. The 330 pound teen musclebear is so hung that it hurts Mike's jaw to even get the leaking, beet-red head into his mouth as he hangs there. A torrent of warm pre-cum pours down Mike's throat as Kyle roars with pleasure.

Kyle is now facing Mike's inverted dick, and starts sucking. 

Within seconds MIke cums a warm load down Kyle's throat, which he sucks down greedily. Mike orgasms so hard that he's screaming, but his screams are muffled by the enormous cock in his mouth. 

Then Kyle himself cums a load so intense that it fills Mike's mouth and throat like a firehose. Cum pours out of Mike's mouth, all over his upside down face. Kyle is orgasming so hard that he jolts one arm backwards into a metal locker, denting it like a wrecking ball. Kyle continues cumming all over the locker room floor and bench, spraying Mike's face in the process.

"Holy shit dude," says Brandon as he watches the scene, stroking Brett's dick. Brett and Brandon both cum simultaneously, spraying huge loads over Mike's face. 

Finally, Kyle lays Mike down on the disengaged bench, then lays on top of him, hugging him, so that Mike is engulfed in Kyle's hairy chest and arms, barely able to breathe under 330 pounds of twitching muscles. Heaven!

The lunch bell rings. They put their clothes on, minus Brett who tore his tank in half.

“Fuck, I need a shirt.”

Kyle punches one of the lockers. It falls off its hinges. There are some unlucky student’s clothes inside. He finds a shirt, size large. 

Brett tries it on… it looks comically small, like a halter top, leaving his abs exposed. The seams tear at his giant shoulders. 

Mike of course is the only one of the group who even notices the mess they’ve made. It looks like a bomb of cum has exploded. Dented lockers, the broken bench lying on its side, cum splashed everywhere. He grabs some towels and does a half assed job cleaning up the pools of sperm while Brett, Kyle and Brandon three-way kiss, distractedly groping each other’s bodies, already horned up again. 

---

As they walk through the halls to lunch, the other students part like the Red Sea, their mouths hanging open. Chatter stops and jaws drop the minute they come within eyesight. Mike walks in the middle with his three mutant buddies hulking around him. One nerd seeing Brett’s ill fitted shirt walks right into a wall.

Brett stops walking. There is a circle of students all around them, eyes wide and mouths open. 

"Hold on, bro. This fuckin' shirt feels too tight." 

RIPPPPP. Brett tears his tiny shirt down the middle, so it hangs like an open vest, his perfect nipples, chest, and abs exposed. 

"Uh oh! The titties are coming out," bellows Brandon.

You could drop a pin, the dozens of other kids are silent, just watching this play out in disbelief. 

"You're jealous 'cuz mine are bigger?" says Brett. He bounces his pecs arrogantly.

"Mine are bigger than yours bro," says Brandon matter-of-factly.

"You wanna bet?"

Brandon rolls up his tight t-shirt over his bull neck, framing his incredible pecs like a harness, then sidles next to Brett. They stand side by side. Brett's pecs are smooth and plump, Brandon's are furry and massively wide. 

"Yeah bro, look, they are bigger," says Brandon. "What do you think, Mike? Who wins?" 

They pretend to ignore the audience of silent high schoolers staring, many of the boys with growing erections.

"I think Kyle's pecs are the biggest," Mike says evasively. 

"Well no shit. Fuckin' fatass over here has the biggest everything," says Brett.

"Fatass?" says Kyle. "This looks like fat to you?" He pulls off his tank top, revealing his chiseled and hairy abs and monstrous cleavage. There are at least ten audible gasps. The amount of hairy muscle padded onto his frame is truly unreal, for any human, let alone a 18-year-old man.

"Here, we'll let someone unbiased decide," says Brandon. "YOU." Brandon points to a particularly nerdy and flushed sophomore who's standing near, holding a backpack over his crotch. "What's your name?"

"J-j-juh-John..." he stutters. His cheeks are turning deep red.

"OK 'John.' Who has bigger pecs? Me or Brett?"

"I don't know." The kid looks terrified. Kyle's hulking behind him, his bare, hairy pecs looming by John's ears. Each pec is larger than his entire head. Kyle grabs the kid's shoulders from behind with his enormous hands, and pushes him closer to Brett and Brandon.

"C'mon bro, just be honest," says Kyle.

"They look the same size to me," John says meekly.

"Same size?! SAME SIZE?" yells Brandon incredulously. John winces with fear. Brandon looms over the tiny sophomore, his huge pecs and nips right in his face. "You're saying these are smaller than Brett's?" His pecs are an inch from John's eyes, so close John sees each individual ginger hair. 

"Well then who has the bigger arms, then?" says Brett, pulling Brandon's chest out of John's sweating face. 

He throws up an enormous, veiny bicep. Brandon does the same. There must be 40 kids now watching the scene unfold. No one dares even to pull a phone out to record it, they are so transfixed and terrified. 

"Um, um, um...." the nerdy boy looks increasingly flustered. 

"Bro there's no way our arms are the exactly the same size too," says Brandon. "Here, you wanna feel 'em? Whose are harder?"

They both bring their flexed arms closer to the kids face. Then Kyle grabs the boy's two wrists between his meaty thumbs and forefingers, forcing him to rub both of the granite peaks. John's hands are shaking. As they flex, Brett and Brandon's bushels of pit hair release an overpowering testosterone musk. 

Mike is watching this all happen, as aroused and silent as the other students.

"C'mon, little guy," Kyle leans down and whispers in John's ear, still holding his wrists, his furry pecs pressing into the back of John's neck. "I know they're both beasts. Both freaks. All this muscle and we're only 18. Can you believe it? We're this big now, just imagine what we're gonna look like in college. Look at Brett's 22 inch arms. 23 inches when he pumps 'em. Look at Brandon's fuckin' peaks. Have you ever seen muscle this big in your life? Do you have any idea how strong we are? Do you know how good it feels to have muscles like this? We could snap you like a twig. I could throw your whole body through the air like a football." Kyle's grip gets tighter, his face is so close to John's ear that John feels his beard tickling him. John is shaking like a leaf. "But we won't hurt you. I promise. You can be honest. Who's got bigger pecs? Who's got bigger arms?"

"UNHH, UNHHH," the nerd starts to moan. Mike notices a dark circle of cum spreading in his pants. Like a loaded spring, John covers his crotch with his backpack and escapes Kyle's grip. He dashes away down the hall. The other students don't laugh, they remain completely silent and shocked by what they're seeing.

"Well, I guess that's a tie," says Brett, winking.

"Whatever, I still think mine are bigger," says Brandon, bouncing both pecs like a bongo drum. He unrolls his shirt back over his chest.

"Who cares?" says Kyle. "I'm starving. Let's eat!"

TO BE CONTINUED

[richard18]

i loved the original version and sorry to hear it was taken down, maybe have the appropriate one here and then an online personal blog sitefor the full unedited versions

[LorianofLothric]

So happy to see this one reposted! Can’t wait to see what comes next because this story is so good.

[MuscleShow]

I would like to be a teacher there and to become a new sex toy for these muscle gods !

[emsgdh]

This is an absolutely terrific story and I thank you very much for sharing it.  It truly checks all my boxes.

Will eagerly await further chapters.

Any chance of reading the suppressed version ?

emsgdh

[Ro20316]

Thank for posting back.

The story is engaging and even more so hot. Its full of great moments and i hope tonreal more and more

[Ro20316]

4 hours ago, emsgdh said:

This is an absolutely terrific story and I thank you very much for sharing it.  It truly checks all my boxes.

Will eagerly await further chapters.

Any chance of reading the suppressed version ?

emsgdh

Its the same just with 17 years old

[gogobb]

Love this story and very excited to see more!

[Guest]

Man. Someone needs to illustrate this ...

[Orca]

“colossal, bouncing bubble butt“ try to say that 5x fast