TightTank Posted January 28 Share Posted January 28 Every time I think this story can't get any hotter you prove me spectacularly wrong Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jtchef2 Posted January 28 Share Posted January 28 Awesome new chapter What a Freaking HOT chapter We need many more chapters please Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rodswin Posted January 29 Share Posted January 29 Really liking how this story goes. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kymuscleboy Posted January 31 Share Posted January 31 That was just plain hot! I love the mention of the height difference! As I was hoping, Kurt is one BIG dude if 6'2" Sam is only eye level to his chest. It makes me quiver just thinking about it, well that and Kurt's massive appendage. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post bbmikenj Posted January 31 Author Popular Post Share Posted January 31 Once they got to Kurt’s place, the onslaught on Sam’s ass continued. Kurt had the stamina of a rutting bull. He only needed about five minutes between rounds before he was ready to go again. He made the doors and windows rattle with his powerful thrusting. By the end of the night, Sam was exhausted and bruised, but in a state of utter bliss. The sheets on Kurt’s bed were tousled and soaked with sweat. The mattress was askew, and the headboard had broken off the bed frame. When Kurt got up and left the room, Sam fell asleep. He woke with a start to find Kurt looking down on him, dressed in his powerlifting suit and weight belt. “I’m going to lift,” said Kurt. He took a swig from an old fashioned glass milk bottle. He handed Sam another bottle. “I brought you something to drink,” he said. “What is it?” asked Sam. “It’s an herbal protein shake. I get it shipped in from my ranch. My foreman is descended from a long line of Cherokee medicine men, so I’m not sure what’s all in it, but there must be a ton of protein and anti inflammatory herbs, because the stuff works like a charm. Drink it down, it’ll help cure what ails you,” chuckled Kurt. The liquid looked creamy, with a slight green tint. Sam took a sip. “Not bad. Kinda like kefir, only saltier.” Sam drank more. “Finish it up, then get some sleep. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.“ Sam watched Kurt swagger out of the room, his huge glutes rolling as he walked. How the hell did he have the energy to go lift after the night they’d had, Sam wondered. He finished up the thick herbal shake, then laid back and went to sleep. He fell into a deep sleep, melded with dreams of growing bigger and stronger. Swelling with mass. Gaining the strength of Superman. Becoming unstoppable. Godlike. “Whoa,” said Sam as he woke up and realized that four hours had passed. He felt amazing. Energized and rested. And hard. He sat up and remembered that he had a workout session with his trainer in less than an hour, so he got dressed. He’d shower after his workout, he decided, because he was so charged up to lift. Kurt still wasn’t back, so Sam texted him. “Headed out. ttyl.” Kurt answered back that his workout was running long. “I boxed up 6 bottles of the drink if you want them. They’re in the kitchen.” Hell yeah, he wanted them. Sam grabbed the box off the kitchen island, and took off. He rushed home and got his gym bag, then went to the gym. He changed into his workout gear in the locker room, then went to the front desk, where Omar, his trainer, was waiting. “Right on time,” said Omar. “You ready for this?” “More than ready,” said Sam, who was buzzing with adrenaline. Ten minutes into the session, Omar said, “You weren’t kidding about being ready. You sure seem to have your focus back.” “Yep,” said Sam, already feeling the pump building. “Hey, your bruise is gone,” said Omar, nodding at Sam’s arm. And so it was. Sam hadn’t even realized. All the fresh bruising from last night’s rampage were gone, too. Instead, there was a thick biceps vein running down his arm, a vein he’d never had show before. “Damn, bro, you’re looking jacked,” said Omar, as he also noticed the vein. “And we haven’t even done arms yet.” Sam grinned broadly. He couldn’t wait to hit arms, but they still had to get thru his back routine, and he was going to blast his lats and traps like never before. Forty-five minutes later, Sam was raging. He’d done set after set to failure, then had Omar help him rep out forced reps of each exercise. Then Sam stood up and looked in the mirror. He had on an oversized tee, but his shoulders spread out wider than he’d ever seen them. He pulled his tee off over his head and tossed it on a bench. His gym was upscale and a little uppity, so going shirtless was against the policy, but he wasn’t worried about any rule. He was Sam the Weatherman, and he had to see. His traps were rising up like bread loaves. “Fuck yeah,” he said. Then he put his fists on his waist and spread his back out. “Holy shit,” he said. Now he knew why bodybuilders called them ‘wings’. “Dude,” stammered Omar. “What the fuck…that’s the sickest pump I’ve ever seen.” Despite having just been training back, Sam’s pecs were pumped heavy. He turned sideways and flexed into a side chest pose. His chest rose like balloons. Even his nips were pumped. Omar staggered back up against an exercise machine. “Godammm, I’m a good trainer,” he said. Sam laughed. “Aw yeh you are. Now let’s do arms.” They did extra sets and reps for every exercise, then Sam had Omar add more arm exercises that he had never done, like hammer curls, reverse curls, one-arm preacher curls. When they finished, Sam’s arms were throbbing. His forearm veins had veins. When Sam flexed, his arms bunched up into perfect cannon ball shaped mounds. “I knew you had good genetics for this, man, but this is other-world shit. I’ve never seen your body respond like this.” Sam knew that Omar had four kids with three different women, but he was definitely chubbing up to Sam’s muscles. “Lemme take some pictures,” Omar said, and he pulled out his phone and eagerly snapped shots of Sam in different poses. “Dude,” Omar said, “look at your back.” Sam looked at his back pic on the phone and said, “I didn’t know the back had that many muscles.” “Yours does,” said Omar. “Mind if I post some of these on my Instagram account? I’ll get a shit ton of new clients.” “Knock yourself out. But does that mean I get a discount on my sessions?” Omar’s training rates were not cheap. “Dude, I’ll train you for free from now on if you keep this shit up. And I am definitely entering you into that bodybuilding contest I told you about.” Sam laughed. “We’ll see,” he said as he put on his shirt. “But now I’ve got somewhere to go.” They shook hands, and Sam went out to his car. He texted Kurt. “U home?” Kurt answered back yes, and Sam told him he was coming over to show him something. Kurt said great, and said he’d make them something to eat before they went into work. Sam said great, and he took off for Kurt’s. His arms were so freakishly pumped that he could barely steer. He smiled devilishly as he gripped down on the steering wheel and made his rippling bands of veiny forearm muscle clench like steel, and his pecs press together like grinding boulders. Kurt was in for quite a show. 40 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
musclefight2 Posted February 1 Share Posted February 1 another great chapter by the worlds best muscle story writer. welcome back, you’ve been missed. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted February 1 Share Posted February 1 SPROING (as usual!) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Popular Post bbmikenj Posted February 5 Author Popular Post Share Posted February 5 As he drove towards Kurt’s place, Sam realized that he had neglected to shower. The car stank like gym rat, and despite the defroster being on full, the windows were fogging up. He was getting turned on by his own funk. He got to Kurt’s and knocked on the door. He heard Kurt yell that the door was open. He went inside. He found a shirtless Kurt in the kitchen, prepping dinner. Sam’s dick jumped at the sight of the huge powerlifter’s arms and delts rippling as he diced vegetables. “What’s up?” asked Kurt without looking up from the cutting board. Sam peeled off his tee and dropped it. Sam’s upper body glistened with sweat, and, standing under the recessed lighting of the kitchen, he looked like he was on stage. His pumped body was highlighted perfectly. Kurt looked up, and Sam flexed his arms, then cocked his waist at an angle in a pose he had seen of classic bodybuilders. “Well well well,” said Kurt, putting down his knife and walking around his island and over to Sam. “Look at you, you handsome fuck.” Kurt ran his heavily calloused palms up and down Sam’s sides, scraping against Sam’s tight satiny skin like coarse sandpaper. Sam got goosebumps. “You like these big hands on you, Sam?” Sam grunted yes. Kurt squeezed Sam’s ribs with his meaty fingers. He pressed his thumbs into Sam’s sides. Sam gasped in pain. He’d never felt hands with so much strength. It made his dick pulse. “Your hard little muscles are hot as fuck, but I could still kick the shit out of you,” Kurt whispered in Sam’s ear. Then Kurt lifted him up. The big powerlifting sportscaster held Sam in midair by his waist. “You’re like a little Ken doll in my hands. My own Weatherman Ken,” said Kurt. Then he pressed Sam overhead, and started doing reps with him. “My little toy doll plaything,” growled Kurt, as he used Sam’s 210lb bodyweight as a barbell. He pressed him for 20 slow, steady reps, saying “Ah yeah. Ah fuck yeah,” as he held Sam high overhead. Then he shifted all Sam’s weight over to his left arm, and held him aloft as he flexed his right arm. “Fuck, so goddam strong,” snarled the big hulk. They had both grown hard. Then Kurt took Sam and pinned him up against the wall. He crushed his fingers into Sam’s extended arms. “Aw fawk,” groaned Sam. He felt like he was being manhandled by a super villain. His hardon pushed out the fabric of his sweatpants. Kurt mouthed Sam’s dick thru the sweats. Sam wrapped his legs around Kurt’s bulked up hairy torso. Kurt used his teeth to pull Sam’s waistband over his hardon, then he went down on him. “Sweetgeezus,” moaned Sam, as the big bullnecked man worked him. Sam arched the small of his back out as Kurt bobbed slowly up and down the hard shaft. Kurt’s powerful fingers dug deeper into Sam’s arm flesh. With the combination of excruciating pain and extreme pleasure, Sam couldn’t hold out long. And when he let it fly, it was the most voluminous ejaculation he’d ever experienced. Thick, long blasts of semen. Over and over. Ten times the amount he’d ever produced. When he was finally drained, Kurt slid his feet to the floor and let him go. Sam slid down to his ass on the kitchen tile, spent. He looked up at Kurt, who towered over him with his massive frame. The big man’s hairy stomach protruded out like a roid gut. Kurt wiped his mouth with the back of his veiny forearm and said, “My turn.” He undid his pants, pulled them down over his swollen dick and tree trunk thighs. Sam had a moment mixed with panic and desire, as he thought Kurt was going to try and shove his huge whopper down his throat. The head alone was big as a fist. Kurt noticed the trepidation on Sam’s face and assured him he wouldn’t face fuck him. “First you’d gag, then you’d choke, and your eyes would get all teary. Then your lips would turn blue from lack oxygen. It never goes well. I haven’t had a good blow job in years. On the other hand,” he said, leaning over and picking Sam off the floor. “I know your ass can take it.” Kurt tossed the cutting board full of chopped vegetables into the sink. Then he bent Sam over the kitchen island. At first, the granite countertop was cold on his torso, but his body heat warmed it up fast. Kurt used his own precum to lube them both up. Sam grabbed onto the edges of the granite slab and held on for dear life as Kurt used his battering ram cock on him like a medieval weapon. Kurt grunted with each deep thrust, and Sam groaned. The island creaked and shifted with each thrust, until the base cracked off the floor, and began to inch across the kitchen. It finally slammed into the counter so forcefully that the cabinet doors opened up as dishes and glasses spilled out and shattered on the countertop. As Kurt started cumming, he roared louder, and the island started buckling. He grabbed the 500lb slab along with Sam’s 210lbs and lifted it up in his powerful arms. He stepped backwards and tipped the slab upward, causing Sam to slide down deeper onto Kurt’s mega cock. Kurt continued ram into him as he held the slab in midair. He finally set the slab onto the floor and laid down on top of Sam, letting his seed continue to pump into Sam’s ass. “Kurt, dude, you’re crushing me,” groaned Sam from under the massive powerlifter sprawled on top of him. Kurt pulled out of Sam, then rolled off of him onto the floor with a loud thump. “Whoa,” he said as he stroked his still-hard dick. Then he stood up. He put one hand on each side of his head. His biceps bulged up almost the same size of his skull. Then he pushed his head to one side, then the other, cracking his neck so hard it would have broken the spine of a normal human, but only realigned his cervical vertebrae. He looked down at Sam, and noticed his beet red ass cheeks and the finger shaped bruises coming out on his arms. “You look like you were run over by a tank,” he said. “I sort of was,” said Sam, as he rolled over and sat up. “Your kitchen looks like it too.” Kurt laughed. “I’ve seen worse.” He went over to the refrigerator and pulled out a glass bottle. “Here, looks like you could use some of this.” Sam took a big chug of the herbal drink. “My ranch foreman said to never have more than one a day, but what harm could it do?” said Kurt, as Sam finished the bottle, his second of the day. Sam almost choked on his last gulp. “What do you mean?” “Apparently there’s some ancient folklore about too much of a good thing. I’m sure it’s fine. Maybe you’ll just put on an extra ten pounds of muscle this month.” Sam relaxed a little. “Or maybe I’ll gain another inch or two on my dick.” “That’d be a good start,” said Kurt. Sam looked at Kurt’s huge appendage, swinging between his overdeveloped quads and still dripping cum. Yeah, that would definitely be a good start. 32 3 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted February 6 Share Posted February 6 Many thanks (as always!) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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