Popular Post wshpmus Posted November 8, 2023 Popular Post Share Posted November 8, 2023 This is just a fun little one off I've always liked... and mostly based on a real encounter Short Stack John turned the corner as he came out of the dry cleaners and slammed into a low brick wall, or at least that’s what he thought it was until he twisted his cleaning bag aside and saw the man staring at him with one eye brow raised. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there.” John fumbled. “You mean ‘down there’?” the man asked clearly perturbed. “Huh?,” John knitted his brows. “You mean you didn’t see me way down there,” the man clarified. “What? No, not at all. I meant I didn’t see you cause I’m a dolt holding this dry cleaning bag in front of my face and I wasn’t watching where I was going! Totally my bad,” John smiled and added. “I actually thought I hit a concrete wall, you’re very solid!” “Ok, thanks? I think? Was that a compliment? “Absolutely. A strong wind knocks me over, I wish I had some heft to keep my feet on the ground.” “Heft huh?” the man smiled back. “Not sure how complimentary that is but I’ll take it, and the apology.” “Good. Thank you.” John shifted his cleaning back to his left hand and extended his right. “I’m John.” “Marty.” “God your handsome…” John blurted out exactly what he was thinking, quickly turning red as he realized what he’d just said out loud. “Thanks,” Marty grinned and replied, “You’re pretty cute yourself.” John loved the almost shy smile that graced Marty’s face. It was odd how young the man looked, he had a one of those boyish faces with small features, turned up nose and pouty mouth, red-appled cheeks, which might have been more from the January weather than the normal look of his face but it was still flattering and only made the streaks of gray hair at his temples more puzzling. He was probably in his late thirties, maybe even forty, but still could pass for a college aged kid. That and the fact that he was probably only 5’ 1” or 5’ 2” at best, made him seem like some kind of adult child, though his unshaven five o’clock shadow again created a perplexing contrast of young vs. old. They stared at each other for a good half minute, neither knowing what to say next, util John began, “I was just finishing up errands and heading home…” he paused, “just on the next block.” Marty just smiled. “Would you like to grab some coffee, maybe? Or something?” “Something might be fun.” Marty raised that one eyebrow again suggestively. “Yeah? Ok, great!” John sputtered, and turned towards the direction of his apartment. “Thattaway,” he pointed. They walked along chatting as they did. John was still surprised Marty had come along so easily. He never thought of himself as very handsome, but he heard it enough that he supposed it was true. He was tall and thin, and felt gangly still, like an awkward teenager, but he was 33 and clearly this was his natural build, and one he’d come to accept, though he might have wished it was different. He tried to figure out what Marty would look like without the thick down winter parka. It was anyone’s guess. When they climbed up the three flights to John’s apartment and he let them in, John shucked his coat routinely and hung it on the wall hook by the door. Marty kept his coat on. John turned and saw that he hadn’t taken it off and he wondered what was up, maybe he’d changed his mind about hooking up. “Can I ask you John, do you like muscles?” Marty asked conversationally. “What?,” the question seemed out of the blue. “Muscles. Do you like guys with muscles, or do you like thin lean guys like yourself, or maybe stocky chunky?” “Does it matter? I mean, I’m not really crazy about fat dudes, I’ll be honest, and lean is ok, that’s pretty normal right?” “Yeah, lot of gay guys these days only like the lean look, ripped abs, long lanky shredded up bodies.” “Well your right, most guys wouldn’t say no to someone who looked like that. But I don’t… I mean, that’s good, yeah, but it’s not the only… “ John was confused why Marty was asking this now. “But muscles, I mean like body-builder-lives-at-the-gym big ass muscles. Do you like that look?” Marty wanted an honest answer, John could tell. “I suppose I’ve always been a bit embarrassed to admit that, but yeah, if you really want to know and I have to be honest about it, yeah, big muscles have always turned me on more than anything,” John looked like he’d just confessed his worst sin. But then he realized why Marty might be asking. “Are you trying to prepare me for a let down, or a great surprise?” “No, not a great surprise,” Marty hung his head down like he was getting ready to disappoint John. His hands reached up to the zipper of the thick down parka and he started to slide the zipper down as he said, “I’d say a fucking amazing surprise might be more accurate.” Marty’s zipper hit the bottom and he shucked off the heavy coat in one fluid motion, flinging it to the floor behind him as he unveiled a magnificent phenomenally muscled upper body, the perfect white flesh of bulging bare arms, ridiculously massive round shoulders and the view of two tremendous pectoral mounds all gloriously exposed beneath a skimpy black string tank top hanging loosely from the obviously powerful body. Marty smiled at the look of sheer disbelief on John’s face. “Holy fucking mother of god…” John muttered, his jaw still slack and hanging. “This is a bit misleading, I just came from the gym so I’m totally pumped right now. I don’t normally look this huge and perfect.” Marty smirked, clearly enjoying every moment of his unveiling. He took a deep sexy breath of air and filled his giant chest, watching it swell out impressively as he brought his two arms up and flared his tremendous lats outward in a “standing relaxed” pose. It was clear he knew the effect of this on any onlooker, and he looked down at John’s crotch and saw the mans’ cock tenting his pants. “Tell me John, do you think you could get into this kind of muscle?” He held his lat spread a moment longer, then bent both arms slowly up into a double biceps pose, the one he knew that was irresistible to any muscle fan. Marty looked slowly at one arm, then turned to appreciate the other one, both peaks so full and incredible that even the split in the biceps head was clearly defined, the thickness of the hanging belly of the triceps making the arms even bigger all around. “What do you think John?” “I think…” John couldn’t speak, he took a few deep breaths, his eyes burning into the flexed muscle in front of him. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven and never in my life have I ever seen anything like you… it’s so fucking unbelievable. You’re a god, a real honest to fuck GOD.” “I’m glad you think so, this wouldn’t be any fun at all if you didn’t.” Marty smiled, knowing the fun was just starting. “You want to see the rest?” He asked rhetorically, already knowing the answer. John waited, but Marty didn’t make a move. “I said, do you want to see more?” Marty clarified that he was waiting for a response. He wanted to hear the request before it was granted. “Oh please Marty, you have no idea how much I want to see more. Please. Please.” John’s hand found it’s way to his own crotch and massaged it through his pants, cupping his dick and rubbing against it through his chinos. “Take those off first,” Marty instructed, nodding towards John’s pants. John complied instantly, unzipping and dropping his pants to his ankles and kicking out of them, then pulling down his briefs and grabbing his swollen cock eagerly. Marty’s eyes widened for a split second when he saw the size of the piece of meat that John took hold of and started pumping. “That’s better little man,” Marty knew the word ‘little’ didn’t just define height. “Wait ’til you see this, it’s pretty fucking breathtaking.” Marty pulled the tank top up and over his head and tossed it behind him with his coat, then he let his hands glide down his freakishly etched 10 pack, his fingers playing in the deep ridges between the perfectly separated abs. Then with both hands rising up to behind his head he crunched down in one fast motion and the wall of cobblestones came into even higher relief, the tensed muscles so utterly etched that veins snaked over the striations of each small square muscle group forming the most remarkable abdominal pose that John had ever seen. “Are you fucking kidding me…” John slurred behind his moan of pleasure. “You’re not human man, you’re the most freakish muscle god I’ve ever seen, anywhere, on tv, in magazines, it’s too unbelievable. How did you… how could you not… haven’t you competed? You must have, look at you, you’re utterly amazing man! What the fuck.” Marty smiled and played with his flexed abs a bit longer, then relaxed out of the pose. He casually went into a few others, doing a side chest, then most muscular, looking down at his own beautiful body as he did and admiring what he’d achieved with years and years of tireless dedication. “I’d like to compete, I’d like to win contests, yeah, that’d be fucking cool. But it ain’t gonna happen. I’m too short. The short guy never wins if someone else is taller, and in decent shape. I know this from years of guys saying it. Lee Priest, he was my favorite old time 90’s builder, never won shit and he had the best body in the world, but he was 5’4”, and that’s considered too short. I’m 5’ 1 1/2”, I might as well be a dwarf as far as they’re concerned. So fuck the contests. I don’t need some damn trophy. What I need is someone who wants to worship my body, just the way it is.” “Marty, my whole life I’ve dreamed of being with some guy with huge muscles. Being with someone who looks even half as good as you do would have been a dream come true for me. I haven’t even come close to anyone with a bodybuilders physique being interested in me. Not even close.” John looked sad thinking back, then his eyes lit up when he looked back at Marty. “The fact that you’re here right now, with your shirt off and posing what has to be the most unbelievably gorgeous body I’ve ever seen in my entire life, just for me, it’s so fucking great, I can’t believe it’s happening, that this is real. That you’ll actually let me do this…” John stepped forward and with a look on his face like he was staring at the most beautiful piece of art the world had ever seen, he reached out and slowly, lovingly touched the powerful bare torso on display in front of him. Marty looked up at the tall man who lovingly stroked his muscles, and he felt his own dick stiffening in his pants. He flexed each muscle that John wanted to touch, making the muscle swell and harden under the man’s gentle hands, and he felt a rush of pleasure at the small moans of delight that John couldn’t hold back. Marty enjoyed the hands roaming over his torso, but then took each of John’s wrists and pulled them off, kissing each palm before pushing them away. “You’ve only seen half of me, baby. How about taking a look at the rest?” Marty turned his back to John, knowing how his expansive width across the shoulders would drive the man crazy, especially as he rippled the landscape of bulging muscle across it’s breadth. He took a few steps towards the small kitchen island across the room. Undoing his baggy cargo pants and letting them fall to the floor, leaving him in just his snug tighty-whities. He took a moment to point toward each one of his overly developed calf muscles as he flexed it into hardened perfection. Then he turned to face John again, his giant white quads appearing almost obscenely over sized. When he tightened and flexed those huge beasts they mounded up incredibly and the tear dropped shape outer quad popped in highly defined relief, along with each and every separate muscle that made up the monster legs. Marty easily sprung up onto the island counter, sitting facing John and leering with anticipation. His two arms came down to the counter and he locked them out, pushing off against his palms and raising his butt in the air. Then he straightened his legs perpendicularly in front of him, held tight together and toes pointed, then with practiced ease he folded his body in half, bending the legs upwards, toes pointing straight up like an olympic gymnast on the parallel bars, and then he brought them back down and all the way through his arms and around, then up again straightening his entire body upside down in a perfect handstand, balanced on the edge of the counter. All the glorious muscles of his body rigid and tensed as he held the handstand perfectly still. “These are for you baby,” Marty said as he began to do push ups form the handstand position. He made them look effortless and John’s mouth hung open. “Oh fuck me, are you kidding!” John’s voice ached with desire. Then he watched as Marty slowly shifted his balance to a one arm handstand and continued to do the push ups, ten or fifteen reps on each of his sculpted arms. When done, Marty swung his legs back under him then leapt from the counter in a small dismount, smiling with satisfaction at his performance. He raised his arms again and posed triumphantly, knowing it would please John even more. “I can’t believe this is all real. That you’re here, looking the way you do, doing what you’re doing, just for me.” “I like it when a guy gets into my body.” Marty smirked a little more and bent one arm in front of his torso bulging the big arm before kissing it himself. “I’ve worked hard, for a long long time creating this. I like having it appreciated.” He stepped towards Marty. “You seem like the kinda guy who’s going to appreciate it. At least that’s what your big dick is telling me.” Marty looked again at the size of John’s hard cock. A good nine or ten inches soft, and an impressive 12 hard. Thick too, it was more than a handful for anyone. “If my dick gets any harder I think I’m going to pass out from blood loss.” John chuckled, but never taking his eyes off of Marty’s beautiful nearly naked body posed in front of him. “Then you need to blow that load before you hit the floor! Let me watch you do it. Shoot a big hot white stream of jizz across this room while you look at me and my fucking smoking hot body,” Marty commanded. “But you haven’t even…” “I said blow a fucking load for me,” Marty yelled at him in a deep demanding tone. “Prove to me that my muscles make you wanna come. Show me!” Marty nearly screamed it, spreading his arms wide again and fanning out his lats like a cobra ready to strike. John looked over at the sight and got light headed from desire. The little man’s enormous back, the incredible width, and the tiny almost minuscule waist, it had to be 26” at the most and only made the man’s proportions more impressive. The waist to chest ratio had to be more than any other builder he’d ever seen, it was what made the small man look so enormous, those superhero exaggerated proportions. John thought of the childhood fantasies he had of costumed crime fighters on the pages of his comics and here was one in real life, standing in front of him, flexing for him, and nearly naked… “Mother fuck!!!!” John screamed as his balls churned and pulsed and a white hot arching stream of spunk shot like a geyser from his rock hard dick. The length it shot across the room was epic, hitting one of Marty’s traps as it continued past him and splattered across the floor on the far side of the room. Marty turned and smiled, looking to see how far the trail went, then turned back to John and came over to him, embracing the man as he fell to his knees, totally spent and into the waiting strong arms that engulfed him. “That there,” Marty whispered, “was seriously hot.” “No shit,” came the spent soft reply. “Good way to take the edge off before we really get started here.” John looked up in surprise, and smiled back, then licked the thick deltoid that was so invitingly close to his mouth. “Give me a minute, and I’ll be ready.” He rested his head on the beautiful rounded cushion of shoulder muscle and smiled to himself, wondering what was ahead, until he heard a key turning in his front door lock and his head shot back up, knowing what was about to happen. “Oh fuck no, god noooo,” John said in undeniable panic. “Who’s that?,” Marty asked calmly. “The homophobic Russian asshole who owns this building,” John replied quickly, already bracing himself for the tirade he knew was about to be unleashed. “I come to look at toilet pipe again, and what do I see here, the faggot with no pants on and who is this? Little dwarf man in underpants?,” the landlord sneered as he continued, eyes cast down at the white spunk splattered on the floor. “Here I see your sick perversion staining my floor, look at what you have done! It smells of faggot stink in my apartment. You need to be thrown out.” “Vlad you can’t come in here like this, it’s illegal to just let yourself….” “Illegal!! You tell me iz illegal to come into my own building, while you are naked with your penis out and another man naked, this faggot dwarf?” Vlad closed the door behind him and crossed the room towards them. He was looking at the muscles on the little man and thinking what a surprise it was to see a gay man who wasn’t a thin stick like his tenant here. But muscles hardly mattered on someone so tiny, Vlad told himself and swelled his own big chest as he approached. The dirty wife beater he always wore showed off the thick powerlifter build he’d always been so proud of, and at 6’4” and 275pounds of muscle (and spare gut) he knew his size intimidated everyone he came across. Marty smiled a bit to himself, almost disbelieving a neanderthal like this still existed. He surprised the other two men when he stepped towards the huge hairy man and extended his hand, offering a greeting, “I’m Marty sir, please accept my apology for…” Without considering it Vlad automatically reached out and took the offered handshake, but the moment he did Marty stopped speaking. His eyes flicked over to John for a moment, then back to Vlad, and his smile broadened as he applied some steadily increasing pressure to his grip and continued. “…my apology for what’s about to happen.” Vlad made a puzzled face, wondering what he meant, but felt the pressure of the handshake increasing. Power, this was something he understood all too well, and he smiled a big toothy grin into Marty’s face as he realized what the short little man was trying to do. “Ah, I see! The tiny faggot man is trying to show me that his little muscles are not just for show! I like dis…” his words cut off as he started to feel the pressure of the small man’s grip tightening exponentially. His face grew quickly serious as he accepted the challenge and began to apply his own grip strength to counter the powerful handshake. Marty looked over at John as he asked, “So does this Russian dickhead always just barge into your apartment?” John nodded. “And the faggot remarks, that’s normal too?” John nodded again, “Yeah, since day one.” Marty asked, “How long have you lived here now?” John marveled at the light conversational tone as clearly Marty was exerting some excruciating pressure as Vlad’s face was turning a dark flushed red and was contorting into a twisted mask of pain. “Two and half years,” John answered. “Wow, and this fucktard has been doing this for all that time?” Marty turned back to look at the struggling landlord, grimacing in pain. “So Vlad, you don’t mind if I call you Vlad do you? No, didn’t think so. Vlad, seems we have a problem here…” as Marty spoke the sinews of his forearm rippled with power, but other than that he showed no visible signs of any kind of strain, unlike Vlad who was now very slowly sinking downward as the crushing pain was all that he could focus on. He was dropping, step by step until he collapsed down onto his knees, arching backwards as Marty’s hand crushed the bones of his. “Not so tall now are you Vlad?” Marty asked the man on his knees who was now closer to his height. Vlad had pulled his other hand up to Marty’s wrist and was trying to use it to pull off the crushing grip locked onto him. But quickly he was realizing that the small man had a vice like lock on him, his efforts failing to budge the steel like grasp. “You know Vlad, I thought you were going to be a bit stronger. I mean, you actually look like you might have been an athlete at one time, but I guess I was wrong. Your grip is like some sweet little schoolgirl, not at all what I expected, it’s kinda funny huh?” “Let me go you fuckin’ little freak!,” the now sweating burly man started shaking and writhing in pain, trying to wrench his hand free with the weight of his body pulling against their wrist lock. “I vill kill you tiny motherfucker.” “Oh Vlad, now that’s not very nice, is it?” Marty sneered a bit and tightened his grip even more, easily pushing forward with his arm and driving Vlad from his knees back onto his ass, then flat onto his back. “Threats to kill people are also illegal, you seem to be quite fond of lots of illegal behavior. So just what are we going to do about that?” “Let me go!,” Vlad screamed. “You vill break my fuckin’ arm.” “Say please. Some manners might serve you well Vlad.” “Pleez!” Vlad bellowed, then collapsed in euphoria as Marty let go and the seering pain started to ebb. “Now that wasn’t so hard. See how easy that was.” Marty turned to face John and grinned, then bent his right arm up into a bicep flex and bounced the big muscle that had just performed so impressively. He wiggled his two eyebrows up and down, clearly showing he was enjoying this. Vlad lay still for a few moments, breathing deeply and recovering from the intense pain, but now that it stopped his anger replaced it. He started to sit up and spoke as he did, “Maybe I vas wrong to come in without knocking. I should try to remember this when…” Vlad turned unexpectedly and lunged at Marty, his two hands grabbing the small man’s neck and choking him with all the power he could summon. John gasped, looking at the huge man’s bulging traps, delts and thick arms swollen in size as he exerted everything he had into the hold, his hairy sweat soaked muscles appearing lethal beyond measure as they strained with his effort to choke the life out of this little man who had just humiliated him so completely. Marty stared back into the crazed face of the Russian madman who was vibrating with the pent up rage and effort he was applying. Marty grinned, the thick cords of his neck unaffected by the burly hands choking him, and he enjoyed watching the look of frustration and anger that spread across Vlad’s face as he realized how ineffectual his efforts were. Marty let the man continue with his impotent attack, and as he felt the final surge of effort, Marty then easily began to bend forward and strike a most muscular pose, his neck thickened like a telephone pole, his giant traps rose up and flared outward and all the muscles of his upper torso popped into high relief, veins snaking across them as his freakish swollen mass grew and Vlad’s hands finally fell away, unable to remain on the column of hardened muscle. “That was fun.” Marty offered drily, then reached out and took a handful of Vlad’s thick brown hair and with a seemingly effortless little tug he pulled the big man off his feet and threw him sprawling across the room. Vlad rolled over twice before hitting the wall on the other side of the kitchen. He looked over at John who was clearly in ecstasy, already playing with his rock hard dick and pumping the huge member as he watched Marty take charge. “Oh baby, I’m glad that turns you on,” he beamed. “This big fucker must have given you nightmares for a long time.” He went over to the prone body and stood behind him, facing back towards John, then he bent over and scooped up the 275 pounder like he weighed nothing and did a quick couple of military presses with the huge body, then racked him across the back of his shoulders. Marty squatted up and down a few times, the smile on his face clearly showing he was enjoying himself, then he pressed the huge man overhead one more time and then this time brought him down as he extended a bent knee forward and crashed the man’s back across his knee. John winced at the pain that must have inflicted, but then remembering who it was flat on the floor and moaning he realized just how much he enjoyed that. Still stroking his hardened dick he couldn’t help himself and another geyser of his white seed shot like a cannon and arced across the kitchen floor, onto the tile in front of Marty. Marty shot him a double biceps and quick most muscular, then kicked aside the man on the floor and came over to John, wrapping him into his two waiting arms and burying his face with a deep and passionate kiss. 31 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pumped Posted November 8, 2023 Share Posted November 8, 2023 John has already exploded twice and Marty still has his pants on. Perhaps they can just tie Vlad to the radiator and continue what they started? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wrestlejock646 Posted November 9, 2023 Share Posted November 9, 2023 Awesome one off....wouldn't mind at all seeing this continue. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted November 10, 2023 Share Posted November 10, 2023 More please! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zephleit Posted November 10, 2023 Share Posted November 10, 2023 This needs to continue. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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