Mdlftr Posted January 24, 2023 Share Posted January 24, 2023 21 hours ago, FallenAway said: Crikey! Suddenly I'm craving Greek food. ,,,and don't forget to get LOTS of tzatziki sauce! --for your meat, of course! LOL! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post NickMuscleFan Posted January 26, 2023 Author Popular Post Share Posted January 26, 2023 A couple of weeks went by. I was trying to stay away from the diner. My friend Joey, who I’d told about Dino, told me that I needed to get a grip. When I showed him the pics of Dino’s big powerful back, Joey said, “Why do you get obsessed with Neanderthals like this?” I didnt tell him that I jerked off to the pictures about twice a day. “You know what you need to do?” he said to me. “You need to find a nice, ordinary, boring guy. More like yourself.” “Hey! I’m not boring.” “Girl,” he said, rolling his eyes. “You play Wordle.” Joey was my most flamboyant friend, and he didn’t mince words like he did his gait, but sometimes I wished he did. Finally, though, I couldn’t stay away. I hadn’t run into Dino at the gym, so I went to the diner for lunch. After the waitress took my order of two gyros and a Greek salad, I saw Dino coming out of the kitchen. He was balancing a big tray of entrees on his shoulder, and turned to head towards the back room of the diner. He waddled towards the open doorway. And what a waddle! He had to swing his big quads around each other as he made his way down the aisle. He’d put on a good amount of size. He’d gone from pit bull to pure Greek bull. As he served the table of eight to ten patrons, my waitress came with my food. “Anything else, hon?” She reminded me of Joey, only way more masculine. “No, thanks. I’m good.” “I bet you are,” she said with a wink. Then she went over to another booth. I saw Dino heading back towards the kitchen just before he turned in, he looked over and saw me. He came over to my booth. His neck had grown wider than his head and merged with his big traps. He had on the same knit polo he’d had on the first time I met him, only now the shirt was stretched so tightly that the fabric looked pixelated. Some of his chest hairs poked through the holes. The bottom of the shirt was pulled up about two inches above the waistband of his jeans, exposing a furry strip of his stomach. “Haven’t seen you lately.” “Yeh, I’ve been out of town. What have you gained, like 20 pounds?” “More like 27.9,” he said. “Not all muscle, but my strength has gone way up. Way up. I’ve been breaking all my own PR’s almost every time I lift.” “It shows.” “Thanks,” he said, his oversized chest bouncing. “You need anything?” I needed a way to keep my dick from swelling. But I said, “Could I get some more sauce?” “Yeh? You like that? I make it myself every morning. My own special recipe. I’ll be right back.” He waddled off to the kitchen. God, his ass. It looked like two soccer balls sliding up and down against each other. He went to the kitchen, and I started eating my salad. Joey was right. I was obsessed. Obsessed, and hard. It took him awhile to come back, and when he did, he had a big water pitcher filled with gyro sauce. As he reached across me to put it on the table, his beefy forearm brushed over my hand. I was happy I didn’t let out a gasp. In his other hand, he had a platter with eight gyros on it. “I decided to take my lunch. Mind if I join you?” he said, as he slid into the banquette seat across from me without waiting for my reply. He looked at me with those sparkling blue eyes, and I got harder. He had a heavy five o’clockshadow, even though it was only noon. His eyebrows were thick and bushy, and jutted out like his jawline. Kind of like a…Neanderthal. I was getting harder. His upper arms bulged out of his short sleeve shirt, the size of big eggplants, and they bunched up and down as he started in on his gyros. He went at them like he hadn’t eaten in a week. I poured some of the gyro sauce from the pitcher onto my food. As I set the pitcher back down, he reached over and took it from me, his meaty fingers rubbing on mine. He lifted the pitcher to his mouth, tipped his head back and drank from it. Four, five, six big gulps. His pronounced Adam’s apple bobbed up and down his bull neck as he swallowed. I was leaking. When he set the pitcher down, he had a thick line of tzatziki sauce running across his upper lip like a creamy moustache. “You’ve got a little…” I said, nodding toward his lip. He licked at it with his tongue, then wiped the rest off with the back of his forearm. My head swam. I gripped the table. I shifted in my seat to adjust my raging dick. As I did, my knee rubbed into Dino’s. He didn’t move his leg. He looked up at me, then back to his food. “I figure by the time I start the Academy, I’ll be over the 40 pound gain I was aiming for. Prolly more like 50,” he said with his mouth full. He looked at me again. Then he flexed his right arm. “Look at this 22 incher.” His biceps, triceps and forearm all ballooned out with bulked mass. “Imagine trying to resist arrest against this sucker.” That was it. I busted right in my pants. My whole body shuddered as I felt my briefs filling up with hot jizz, my knee still pressing against Dino’s unmoving leg. He didn’t react at all, just kept stuffing his face, which made me cum even more. It was pure bliss, but when I finished, I wondered how I was going to get out of the diner. So I picked up what was left of one of my gyros and squeezed it until juice dripped all over my lap. “You making a mess over there, Tommy Boy?” he said, finishing the last of his eighth gyro. As I grabbed a handful of napkins and wiped off my pants, he lifted the pitcher and finished off the thick yogurty sauce. “Yeh. I can’t take myself anywhere.” “We should do this again. Maybe somewhere else next time. Gimme your number, I got to get back to work.” I gave him my number, and he got up. “Lunch is on me,” he said. Before he walked away, I saw a dark spot soaking through the front of his jeans. 34 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
crushme99 Posted January 26, 2023 Share Posted January 26, 2023 Aw man, that brightened up the day. Looks like both guys need to do a little laundry. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mdlftr Posted January 26, 2023 Share Posted January 26, 2023 Eating Greek gyros can get messy, but boy, are they tasty! 6 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DawnFire98 Posted January 27, 2023 Share Posted January 27, 2023 This story just gets better and better 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post NickMuscleFan Posted January 30, 2023 Author Popular Post Share Posted January 30, 2023 Late one night, I got a text. ‘U home’ was all it said. I didn’t have the number in my contact, but I knew who it was. ‘Yes’ I replied. ‘Wher u live’ I texted back my address. I got no response, but after half an hour, there was a knock at my door. I open the door to find Dino standing there wearing a sleeveless checkered flannel shirt, and a pair of black sweatpants. His delts were huge and rounded, and his arms looked hard as rock. “Come on in,” I said, and he stepped inside, swaggering past me. “You got anything to eat? I’m starving.” “Yeah, sure. Follow me.” I led him into the kitchen. He headed right for the refrigerator, opened it, looked around inside, then pulled out a quart of milk, uncapped it, and started drinking it out of the container, spilling some down his shirt as he guzzled. “Help yourself,” I said, although I was enjoying the sight of his thick upper arm balling up as he tipped the carton back. After a few big gulps, he stopped to take a breath. “Got anything else?” I opened up a drawer, pulled out a protein bar, unwrapped it, and tossed it to him. He snagged it with his meaty hand. “This is perfect,” he said, stuffing half the bar in his mouth, then drinking more milk. “I’m always hungry after hockey practice,” he garbled. “You play hockey?” “Yeh. I’m on a league down at the Y. Pumps me up better than lifting.” He finished the bar and all my milk, then tossed the empty carton into the sink. “I liked the way you looked at me when I came in,” he said. “How was that?” “Like you were getting the best Christmas present of your life.” Cocky fucker. He was right though. Hard to beat a 5’6”, 240 pound Greek beast of a gift. “You want some pasta?” I asked him. I already had a can of spaghetti sauce out on the counter. “Yeh, perfect. Carb me up. Everything I eat turns to muscle anyway. And the bigger I get, the more aggressive I play. You should see the guys flinch when I come at them for a body check.” He flexed his pecs, and they made the flannel bounce. “Be like getting hit by a cement mixer,” he boasted. “Yeh? You that dense?” “Denser,” he answered. “Let’s see,” I said. Then I picked up the can of sauce, and hurled it at his chest. It hit him dead center, bounced off him, and fell to the floor. He looked down at the can, then up at me, surprised. Then he smiled an evil grin. “Try that again, punk,” he said. Then he kicked the can over to me, and as it rolled across the kitchen floor, he started to unbutton his shirt. He peeled his shirt off and tossed it down. His chest heaved and pushed out, free of constraint. Then he put his hands behind his head, and his lats flared out. “Harder this time.” I picked up the can and cocked my arm behind my head, like a quarterback ready to throw a Hail Mary. I hurled the can at him, and it hit him right where his sternum would be if it wasn’t buried under six inches of pec meat. Again, the can bounced off him and fell to the floor. Only this time, the can was dented. “Oh yehh,” he growled. Then he crunched himself into a most muscular pose. Veins on his forehead and neck bulged out. As he flexed his thick arms like crab claws, more veins showed up across his traps and chest. His delt caps swelled. So did my dick. He picked up the can in one of his apish hands. He held it out in front of him and squeezed. His face reddened. His mouth snarled. His forearm muscles writhed. The can buckled under his grip. Then it exploded. Red sauce splattered the ceiling, the wall, the refrigerator, the floor, my face and shirt, his face and torso. The kitchen looked like a crime scene. He tossed the crumpled can in the sink. “How fast can you get naked?” he said. I took off all my clothes in record time. “Think you can handle this?” he said, as he unlaced his high tops and kicked them off. I shook my head yes. “You sure?” he said as he slowly pulled down his sweats, over the compression shorts he had on under them. “My nickname on the team is Quadzilla. Wanna see why, bro?” “Hell yes.” His shorts were soaked through with his sweat. I knew he was going to have big legs from seeing him waddle around the diner in jeans. But I wasn’t expecting them to be so freak thick. As he lowered his sweats down to his ankles, I got a good look at them in the flesh. His quads stuck out so far over his knees that the overhead light my kitchen cast a dark shadow over his patellas. His calves were brawny and bulging. He saw me checking them out and said, “I can crack walnuts between these calves. You wanna touch the legs, bro?” he asked, as he shook out his left leg and made the thick muscles flop back and forth. “Yes,” I said. “But wait.” I opened up a cabinet and pulled out the bottle of Greek olive oil I’d been using to pleasure myself. I went over to Dino and poured oil onto the top of his quads. We both watched as the oil ran down the thickly muscled legs, diverting its flow as it ran along some finger-thick veins. My hard dick was bumping into the crotch of his shorts, and I could feel his cock engorging underneath the thin spandex. I got on my knees and rubbed the oil all over his legs. He groaned as my hand slid between his quads and rubbed up and down them. He squeezed his thighs together, then said, “You feel the power in those tree trunks, bro? I could crush Superman in there. Weird thing is, I don’t even do squats. This is all from hockey.” I could feel the heat of his hockey pumped legs crushing into my hand. His quads had to be 36 inches around. A yard of muscle each in diameter. Only because of the oil was I able to slide my hand out. “Don’t you cum yet,” he ordered, as I touched my dick with my oily fingers. “I see you oozing down there.” It was true, I had pre leaking out in awe. I reached out with both hands and grabbed the waistband off his shorts. I pulled them down over his mounded glutes. His cock popped out and knocked me in the face. With his shorts around his thighs, he spread his legs and ripped the spandex apart like wet tissue paper. He stepped out of his sweatpants. He stood in my kitchen butt naked, an oversized Herculean fireplug of power. It took everything I had not to explode at the sight of him. I picked up the bottle of oil and poured some onto his hard cock. Then I went down on his big Greek sausage as I rubbed his quads again. “I knew you’d have a hot mouth, bro” he said. “You got smooth hands too. Your ass as smooth as those hands?” I pulled off of him and said, “Smoother.” “Let’s find out,” he said. He went to lift me up, but he slipped on the oily floor. He fell into me, pushing my back to the ground, as he landed on top of me with a thud. It was, just as he said, like getting hit by a cement mixer. Fortunately, his hands caught the floor before his whole bulk fell into me, or I might have had a shattered cage. He grabbed my legs and pinned my ankles up by my ears. He held my legs there with his bodyweight, then picked up the olive oil and poured it all over my ass. Then he stuck his face in deep and started rimming me. Every nerve fiber in my body fired as he ran his tongue around and around my hole, then started flicking it as he lifted me into him and went in deeper. My moans grew louder and closer together. He pulled his face out long enough to say, “Not yet dude. Best salad I ever tossed.” Then he dove back in, practically holding my body off the ground. “I can’t, dude, I can’t hold back,” I groaned. He pulled his face out again. “Ok, bro. Wait, just wait.” He shifted me down like I was a sex doll. He took his cock head and rubbed the big mushroom cap back and forth on my hole. Then he popped it into me and started pumping like the well-oiled piston that it was. Each hard thrust made me slide on the slippery tiles, until my head bumped into the door of a cabinet. Pinned like that, he was able to plow into me harder. Our faces were an inch apart, his all shiny with oil and sweat. He grunted loudly with each thrust. “That…all…you…got…dude?” I challenged between thrusts. “Ah fuck no bro.” And he started going at it harder, banging my head against the cabinet. I could hear things falling over on the countertop. He started grunting out stuff in Greek. I imagined that he was saying, “I love you bro, I fucken love you.” He pulled me in tightly and held himself in deep. “Let it fly now Tommy. I’m gona spew, bro. Do it with me.” And so I let it fly. Did I ever. And so did he. I felt the heat of it in me. When he finally rolled off me, we laid on our backs on the kitchen floor. We were both covered in sweat, oil, tomato sauce, funk and spunk. After awhile, he said, “Bro. You hungry?” “Yeh kinda.” “I’m starving. I’ll help you clean up, then let’s go to the diner. I need some real food.” 34 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
marius777 Posted January 31, 2023 Share Posted January 31, 2023 This story is really great! I love how confident and cocky Dino is - να συνεχίσεις έτσι! 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DawnFire98 Posted January 31, 2023 Share Posted January 31, 2023 This was an incredible climax, but now I might be even more interested in the aftermath 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted January 31, 2023 Share Posted January 31, 2023 This was awesome. He definetly knew what was happening at the dinner and he wanted the complete experience and he found someone that loves mucle as much ad he does 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shahrazad2 Posted January 31, 2023 Share Posted January 31, 2023 Whew! Steamy and dominant and sexy! Love this. Also, I was so excited to see it had updated Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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