Bro! You’re a God! – Gay Fetish Erotica With Giant Muscles and Massive Members
Gigi Potemkin
Chapter 1: Alpha Meets Alpha+
I opened the door and tried not to gasp when I saw Paolo standing there, towering over me like the mountain of muscles that he was, so broad and buff that he didn't fit the door frame.
The blond giant had to turn slightly to pass through.
We greeted each other. My voice came out with a slight, trembling whimper.
Now, I'm not some passive, sassy bitch, and in fact, I'm quite muscular and hunky myself. It's just that the difference between Paolo and I was like that of a horse and donkey.
We were both males, and both Alphas in our respective spheres, but when Paolo was around, I was clearly second place – as was any other male.
His voice was deeper, his baritone more rumbling and thundering, and his face a whole lot more chiseled, manly, and even angelic.
He was the most perfect man I had ever seen – and I'd seen quite a few of them in my high-powered, high-stakes business.
If I had anything over Paolo, it was my wealth.
I often jokingly said that, if I'd put all my time into building muscles and harems, I might become more of a man, at least enough to challenge a stud like him.
All in all, I was happy with my predicament, and Paolo was quite impressed when he saw my place: a 20 million dollar penthouse at the heart of NYC.
"Damn, dude, I knew you were loaded, but not this loaded!" Goddamn, he made the walls visibly shake with his voice. Thunderous beast! "You don't rent, do you?"
"No." My eyes went up and down that man, everywhere getting lost in his piles of muscles bursting through his clothes, oh god. "It's all mine, but..." I almost gagged. "Make yourself comfortable, dude. My house is your house and all that."
"Cool, cool. Oh, I wish!"
I wasn't the only one who was loaded there.
Goddamn, that man...!
He came wearing a tight tank top and very loose, baggy sport shorts.
The tank top was huge. Probably the largest size they sold on stores – and it was still tight around his frame.
"Dude, you're massive," I blurted out, and my heart jumped harder than usual.
"Thanks bro." He pumped his arms, and I could clearly hear the fabric of his shirt tearing up as his colossal pecs bulged out, bigger and thicker than the plates of a tank's armor! "I've been buffing up, thanks to you." He winked at me.
Goddamn.
Those precious blue eyes... fuck!
His prominent, chiseled jaw...
Fuck fuck fuck fuck me, daddy!
"Oh. I'm honored."
Bro looked at me with pride – and something else in his eyes.
Can't deny. It felt good being desired by such an Alpha stud.
Fuck, is that how hot women feel all the time when they're chose by a REAL MAN??
I can't know for sure, but I bet the feeling is awfully similar.
"You're so loaded, dude. Sometimes I wish I could be more like you."
I was distracted by the ultra-hard, massive buttocks of that man to pay attention to his words and answer quickly.
"There's absolutely no need to, bro. I swear."
Overwhelmed with desire, I touched one of his enormous triceps.
Fuck, the thing was solid! Bro wasn't even flexing, but he was ripped as if his muscles were breeding more muscles while we spoke.
He felt my touch and looked back at me, and I took back my hand in haste, finding no way out of that awkward situation but with honesty:
"Sorry, bro. Don't know what came to me."
"Sorry for what?" He touched my abs through my T-shirt. "Bros like feeling each other when they're ripped."
I felt a fire spreading from my crotch, making my (pretty humongous, I gotta admit) cock twitch.
Bro lowered his blue eyes to my pelvis and clearly liked what he saw.
I was tried not to look too obvious or thirsty when I did the same to him, looking at his crotch and discovering what I had long suspected: that his penis was far larger, thicker, manlier than my own. As was everything in that man's body.
"You got the money, the chicks, and the looks, man." He clicked his tongue. I was mesmerized by how his jaw muscles twitches and his cheeks flexed, causing a flash of dreamy glimmers in his Nordic eyes.
Paolo was Nordic, despite his Italian name, which he got from his father.
"You're, like, the perfect dude." Even though he said these things, there wasn't a single hint of sadness or envy in his gravy, buttery voice.
Paolo was such a man that, even when he was surpassed by other dudes in some areas of life, he felt completely at ease at all time, a conquering god born from the finest of mankind's genes.
"It's more like you, bro." I uttered back, causing a silence to ring between us, and the air to grow thick, very thick. "You're the perfect man here. Like... bro, you're a brick house." This time, I gasped, but my voice came out very deep and thick and manly – thank god. I didn't want him to see me like a little bitch. "You're so fucking swole, man."
Paolo turned to me.
I couldn't help but step back as he assaulted my sense with all his height and tremendous, inhumane mass of muscles.
"Dude, you're so fucking huge," I uttered again, sounding defeated.
"Yeah." Paolo smirked, and I felt a string of piss running down my shaft.
Not piss. Cum.
"F-fuck..." I muttered.
I had almost cum myself watching that god's eyes glimmer, so big and blue!
The semen flowed thick and hot along the base of my horse cock. Thank god I managed to pull it all back just in time.
Dude just kept looking down a me, a good half-foot taller than I was – and I was six six!
"Hell yeah, bro. You're a pretty impressive dude. Very Alpha. I respect." He beat his enormous chest slightly with a fist. "But sorry, bro, no dude's ever beating me."
"S-sure enough." I said, I now I was visibly shaking. "You're such a god."
Again, the silence rang between us, and dude's face became heavier, even manlier, and his deep breaths became growls, his growls slowly turning to purrs and low-pitched roars.
"Uuurhm. Uuurhm. Uuuurhm."
I looked at his bulge. Dude was very soft, but his snake was already tremendous and fat, bursting through the loose shorts like a whole sack of meat.
I gulped, but stood my ground. I looked back up at him and confessed:
"You're a god, dude."
My deep voice kept things grounded. It also helped that I didn't stammer or quiver.
I kept my head high and my pecs wide. I was smaller, weaker, shorter, and less handsome than he was, but I was still a little Alpha god in my own right, and real knows real – studs respect studs – no matter the differences.
Bro didn't say anything back. He just kept looking at me with that perfect face of his.
"Like... I'm impressed by you. Humbled." My hand twitched, moving closer to his abs. "You're so much bigger and stronger than any guy in the world."
Bro smirked, and his smirk turned again into that handsome, wide, and shining smile.
"Yeah. I know this."
Paolo took my arms and fondled my shoulders. I held back my whimper and steadied my thick, well-muscled legs, trying not to tremble and fall apart under the firm touch of that Adonis.
Fuck, he was so strong!!
He was touching me so kindly, lightly, and it still hurt!
"You're built like a bull yourself. That's why I like you. Training you is humbling... in a way. Reminds me that some guys do have it all."
He winked, giving me a pat in the head, fondling my neck with one hand as if comparing the girth to his own – and how easily he could suffocate me with a single palm if he wished.
"You're six foot six, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"I'm seven two." He chuckled, and there was a lot of pride in his manly gloating. "No problem, bro. Very few people can be, like, so extreme like I am."
He pumped his arms, broadening his frame into a spectacular visage of muscles.
"Fuck. Wow."
I had no words to describe how massive that man was. I was so stunned! Literally jaw-dropped before his size!
His penis bulged and bounced lively, so hot, inside those constraints of his short.
I couldn't resist it any longer. I stretched my hand forward and groped his bulging abs. There were eight to ten of them, rippling, hardening, flexing so effortlessly with all his other muscles, a symphony of power and manliness.
"Uuurgh! I you like my abs?
I nodded, rather pitiful.
"You're such a god, bro," I repeated myself. "Such a god. Truly!"
Then I looked up at him and tried to find something else to say, but the spit was slobbering out of my mouth, and my lust was very visible in my eyes – all over my face, actually, red as pepper!
"You've got kids, man?" I asked, and he seemed intrigued.
"Quite a few, I suppose, but I don't exactly keep track of them."
"G-good."
He looked back at me, his smile the widest and proudest it had ever been, and blinked slowly as he let the silence stretch on just long enough as to become mind-wrecking.
"Why do you ask?"
I answered straight: "A man like you must put many babies in many women."
"Uh, uh." He growled with every slow and sensuous nod.
"They're all hot, I'm sure."
"The babies?" He laughed.
I chuckled as well, but kept it mostly serious: "The women. They must all be stunners, mustn't they?"
He scratched his jawline, which seemed to go for miles on either end.
"They're pretty hot, sure." His smile grew. "Want to see some?"
I wimpishly yelped "Yes" as I nodded, and he took out his phone from his shorts, making me notice the shape of his two large eggs hanging lower than the rest of his penile mass.
God, he had grown even bigger!
But...
His cock was still completely soft, somehow!
"Bro, you're packing like a mule."
As he was about to show me his phone, he stopped and feigned shock. "What did you say?"
I blushed and nodded at his grotesque bulge. "I know you came here to flaunt your meat, bro."
"Oh, I did?" He laughed, and my semen almost ran again through my cock when I heard his laughter.
Not just "heard." I felt it! I felt his laughter under my feet as he made the whole room vibrate with his godly baritone – almost as if his pecs were the one's who were laughing!
"You came wearing these loose shorts and nothing underneath." I looked up at him, knowingly. "I know you came here to show off and mog me."
His initial answer was only a much bigger smile and a few naughty chuckles.
"You feeling bad about yourself, bro?" His eyes twitched down towards my jeans. "You're a billionaire and also packing like mule."
He winked, and then he gave me a little nod that seemed to say 'Good job, bro. Good job!'
And then, he said it with words:
"I can see your baby-maker going down to your knees, bro." He raised a hand and asked me to clap it. "Congratu-fucking-lations, man. You're such a beast!"
I clapped his hand, and our fists connected into a tight hug, and our biceps bulged out, tearing through our sleeves as we maintained eye contact and sort of measured each other up.
The veins in his arms were bigger than any other vein in my body. Including the main, fat one in my monster cock.
When his giant, soft bulge bounced, it caused an audible groan to rumble across the room.
"Dude, I can fucking hear your penis."
"I roars when I cum."
We took our hands away and spoke more openly to one another: "You must nut a gallon."
"I do."
The way he spoke... god! The sureness in his voice!!
He showed me his phone, and a bevy of babes shone on the screen.
"They all beg me to do them raw." He gloated, and his smirk shifted every time he swiped the screen with his thumb. "I can't do this, obviously, 'cause I don't have all this money, but when I'm sure I can breed a bitch without her following me, asking for support and such," he clicked his tongue. "Bro! I dump a gallon in their pussies, for real!"
"Fuck..."
His thumb kept scrolling and just... scrolling!
There were a hundred babes in there, already, and he'd been scrolling for just five seconds, and they were all busty and fertile, supermodel-caliber, from Asian babes to European goddesses.
That STUD truly had it all!
"You must have sired a hundred children already."
"Yeah, I must have." He gave me the phone, almost humiliating me with his cocky smirk. "You must be a daddy yourself, huh?"
"I am... though not as much as you are."
"Seriously?"
"Is this a surprise?" He glanced awkwardly at his huge meat. "You're bigger, stronger. You're much, much more Alpha than I can ever be."
"Ah, bro, thanks a lot." He patted me kindly (and a bit condescendingly as well) on my shoulder. "But I ain't rich, and you can, like, pay one thousand baby mommas, can't you?"
"It's... well, I can, but... it's still a little difficult. You know. All the arrangements."
"Sure, sure."
His behemoth throbbed in his shorts, sending what felt like a shock wave against my pelvis with every pump.
Boom... Boom... Boom...
I looked at his snake and was mesmerized, hypnotized by its sheer and obvious mass, so heavy I could feel it in my hands without touching it.
"You must break them when you fuck 'em, don't you?" I ask, my voice cracking up. "Like, your penis is absolutely enormous."
He struck his chin and answered in a calmer, more subdued manner.
"It's a problem, sure, but most of them accommodate to my size." Tsk! "It feels good entering a woman and reshaping them into a size only I can feel. Like... bro, I'm the only key who can ever open them up again." He chuckled. "Even you would feel lacking after I have them, sorry." He laughed more openly. "I respect you, bro, but chicks... they can't quite control themselves when they're next to me..."
"N-nor can any man."
"... so, if you have wives or girlfriends," Tsk! "I ask you to keep them away from me, unless you wanna get them ruined for any other man (and for you!) forever." He clicked his tongues and winked, quite the dashing beast he knew that he was! "After, like, I fuck your girl... sorry, bro, but the only thing she'll be interested in you is your money, really."
"As it should be," I said, and another tense silence (the last one of the bunch, I felt it) grew between us. "You're a god, dude... and I just feel like worshiping you, for real."
The silence went on for a little while, and I was pleased to look back at my god... and see him smiling.
"Come. Let's talk... more comfortable." He turned around and walked to a huge sofa nearby, assaulting my eyes with the sight of his two colossal, rippling buttocks. "Make yourself comfortable, little bro." He looked over his shoulder, smirking at me. "My house is your house." He winked. "And all that."
Gulping, I followed him, my hardening horse cock making a tent on my jeans.
Chapter 2: What It Means to be a Man
Paolo sat on the big couch in my living room like he owned it, and immediately I saw his massive, colossal body test the strength of its frame, sinking in the couch as if somebody had dropped a tank on it.
He was big. Big. Big. Oh, god, BIG!
Moreover, I saw his bulge more clearly than before.
"F-fuck..." I whispered while my heart raced.
That thing was not big. No.
That thing was not huge. No, no, no.
That thing was... was...
"Gigantic, man." I gulped. "Your cock is fucking monstrous!"
The giant man purred, a gentle smirk growing on his face.
I approached him. He was completely, completely relaxed... but he made it even more so relaxed, melting further on the couch like a mountain of butter and spreading his huge, impossible-to-describe thigh to flaunt his manhood more overtly.
That thing fell.
PLOMP!!
It fell loudly between his huge legs.
God, that man was literally as big as an ox! The couch was always cringing and creaking as he merely sat there, completely still; his mere breath enough to send rippled across the floor and every other surface in the room: Wroooom! Wroooom! Wroooom!
As he spread his legs out further, I saw the mass of his cock and ball fall lower.
PLUMP!!
His giant testicles fell first. Oh, god, they were like two iron balls full of heavy cum! They sounded loud, so loud and deep when they fell, the right egg first, the second ball next, and then the lower half of his titanic breeding machine came with it, a rope of solid meat I was sure would split any woman in half – and soon, it would split me!
"God damn... man!" I gulped, looking at his insane bulge as the black shorts held it inside still, contained like a beast in a cage, away from my prying eyes.
The thing throbbed along every inch, its biggest veins visible even from a great distance.
Pump. Pump. Pump.
I approached that monstrous manhood while feeling – literally feeling! – its heatwaves hit my body with every pump.
That beast of a man growled deeply with his breath. I felt its vibrations as I got to the couch and then, shivering a little, sat beside him, still keeping it cool, still pretending like I had any say there, and that I was anything but his WORTHLESS BREEDING BITCH.
"You're solid muscles, man," I uttered, still trying to sound cool, like a bro. "I'm... shocked by how big you are."
"Big in what sense?"
His voice was deeper. I thought it was impossible for it to get any deeper, but there it was: deeper and deeper still.
"Fuck, man. Your voice..." I blushed. "God, you sound like such a bull."
He gave me a stare with those deep, light-blue eyes, and then moved the muscles of his chiseled jaw to utter, dead cold: "I am a bull."
The monster cock throbbed more powerfully between his thighs. And that's exactly how it throbbed: POWERFULLY. Not just "strongly" or anything. POWERFUL was the only word to describe, and I was starting to get afraid of that animal.
"You scare me, bro."
"I know. I scare any man or woman – until they know me." He flashed his handsome smirk. "Until I make them cum."
He reached out to me. He touched my shoulders with his incredible hands.
His fingers were as thick as salami or sausages. Fuck, immense bastards!
He crushed my well developed shoulders like they were nothing. I winced and growled as he touched me, making me hurt a little with even his lightest touch.
"Fuck, man, you're too fucking powerful." I said, and he merely kept looking at me while advancing toward my thick and veiny neck, wrapping his giant fingers around it and making my heart take leaps. "You can fold me like paper, and I'm incredibly strong."
"That I can."
"You don't even take anything, do you?"
He smile even wider, a light thread of surprise beaming in his huge, huge face. "How do you know that?"
"I just know." I winked and gulped. "I'm all natural myself and... and..."
"Real knows real."
"Yeah." I blushed. He was gently stroking the big artery in my neck while tapping the tip of his knee against mine. I looked at his leg and noticed how his kneecap was literally twice as large as mine. "Even though you're so much bigger, so much more powerful..." I gulped again. "There's no comparison."
"Yeah, bro. That's why I like you."
He lowered his hand to my enormous pecs and fondled the upper side of them. An innocent gesture, but one that nonetheless brought an audible gasp from me.
"I never met a man as huge as you. Always the biggest, hungest guy everywhere I went. Still am, of course," he chuckled.
I felt the pulsations from his chuckles stirred the cum inside my big, swelling balls. I had widen my legs a little to give my huge nuts some breathing space. Got, they were blazing!
"But you're so big you actually caught my sight. That's why I wanted to train you." He fondled me more tightly around the neck. "I wanted to see how much bigger you could get, and you didn't disappoint me, little bro."
"T-thanks."
"You stammering?" He grinned. "You scared of anything."
"I'm scared of you."
"Why?"
I held my breath when I saw his colossal muscles instinctively flex on their own.
"Because you're huge. You're a god. You're a fucking giant, and not even with all the juice in the world I could ever match you." I gulped again, very nervously. "Fuck, man, you can cause me so much pain and I can't even do anything, you know? You're..." I reached out to him with a hand. "You're just too powerful. Too much of a god. Fuck, dude, you're such a god."
I looked again in his eyes as I touched his colossal pecs with the tips of my trembling fingers.
"I want to make sure you know you are a fucking god."
"I know this very well."
"I know, but... no one really tells you this, do they?"
His hand stopped moving over me. I pulled my hand back, trembling as I feared having disrespected him for touching him without permission.
Still, I continued: "I'm a dude, you know. I'm a real man. I only ever fucked chicks and all, so I don't wanna give you the wrong impression..."
"Hmm. Hmm."
"... that I'm a sissy or anything." My eyes surely looked dreamed when I turned them to him, not helping the words I was saying, sure. "I'm a man. I'm a real fucking man, so take it from me when I say that... I get it." I gulped. "No woman ever really treats us guys like we want to."
I looked at him. He was curious. Invested. His face clearly begged me to keep talking – and I did:
"No woman really pleases us, you know. They don't get being a man. They man and cry, they call us gods and whatnot when we fuck them..." I smirked. "And I fuck them real good. I squirt my semen inside of them and breed them with strong, powerful babies." I groaned. "And they calls us gods and daddy and whatever, but... they don't really get it. Not really. They don't say the exact words we want to hear, 'cause they don't understand what being a man is all about."
"You're right." Though his voice remained intimidatingly deep, his tone was friendlier and more brotherly than ever. "What is it all about, huh?" He smiled. "Being a man?"
I locked eyes with him. "Power."
The word rang ominously in the room, echoing the powerful pulsations of his ever-engorging, thickening god.
Fuck, I knew the dude was hung but... holy shit, was that an actual HORSE COCK he had between his legs?? Like, dude was IMMENSE! He clearly had TWO FEET of monster cock tucked in his giant shorts....!
But I digress. He looked at me, and his expression had changed: he was a bit surprised and relieved, as if somebody had finally read his mind.
I continued: "Being a man is all about power. Dominance. It's about being bigger than others, and the biggest, strongest ever. It's not even about chicks, as these come always with power."
"Hhhrm. Hhhrm."
I looked at his pecs. Intimidatingly huge!
They were ripping through the fabric of his shirt, threatening to pop the buttons that held it together and shoot them at my head like bullets.
I was mesmerized by the size and obvious hardness of them. His nipples protruded from the shirt, vastly bigger than my own.
He had strong and thick nipples, like the tips of thumbs, whereas mine were "only" as big as the tip of pinky fingers.
I gulped. I continued: "We want to be more powerful than the next guy, and then more powerful than any creature on Earth. We want to scare off bulls and horses with our manhood." I looked back up at his eyes, but got trapped in his immense, wet lips. "We want to big bigger than horses and shoot loads like elephants."
"Uurhm!"
"We want to fill buckets with our thick sauce and then fecundate millions of bitches with them. We... we want to be gods! And being god means having the biggest monster cock and the biggest, hardest muscles."
"Uuuuuurhm."
"There's nothing else to it. We want POWER – and power is only and always a physical thing." I reached out back to him. I didn't touch him, though. I didn't dare. "Power is only in the body... and our big, big, solid muscles."
He didn't say a word. He was pleased.
Someone finally got him – and this someone was me.
"You know one thing?" I asked.
My giant blonde shook his head lightly. Very cute.
"Every big guy likes to believe they are the biggest, the strongest. Every Alpha male likes to think he is god... but they're all wrong. We're all wrong." I looked at him more earnestly. A tear flowed down... or so it felt. "There's always a bigger guy... and this guy is you."
The monster became more serious. A deep hum echoed in the room. It seemed to come from his muscles themselves; from his pecs, which trembled like the woofers of a big stereo system.
Brrrrrrrmmmm!! Brrrrrrrrmmmm!! Brrrrrrrrrmmmm....!!
I looked at him. "Paolo?"
He looked deep... deep... deep at me. "Yes, dude?"
I gulped. I licked my lips. "You are god."
I made sure he knew I meant every word I said.
"You are god. You are literally the biggest, strongest, hardest, most powerful Alpha bull in the entire world – and I know this, 'cause I spent all my life being this guy. And then I met you."
My eyes...
His eyes...
Soon to be a single pair.
"I am big, powerful, and a billionaire. My muscles are huge, all natural, almost solid thick like titanium, and my balls are basically superhuman."
I spread my legs further, finding resistance in one of his immensely thicker, immeasurably larger and more muscular leg, like a tree trunk made of steel.
There, I grabbed my giant nuts, which were big enough not to fit on my hand; not both of them. My eggs were vastly bigger than even the biggest chicken eggs, closer to the size of pears, but still quite smaller than ostrich eggs – which appeared to be HIS eggs! His god-like, cum-gallon-holding nuts!
Truly grapefruit-sized nuts. My nuts were about the size of grapefruits, though slightly larger, and so, soooo much heavier.
He saw the shape of my nuts under the foot-long snake bulging on my jeans.
He dropped his lower lip. He was impressed.
I was a kid next to him, but still...
"Big guy. Big, big bro," he uttered, 'cause he was please finally meeting a man with a manhood somewhat closer to his!
You know. A man who didn't just feel like a little, literal child by his side.
A man more equal to him. A man whose words he would hear and heed, if not necessarily respect.
A man whose praise was worth a damn, 'cause this praise carried the weight of TWO BIG FAT NUTS in his hands!
And my praise was just that – hence why he listened to it and became so much obviously HOTTER because of it!
"I'm such a perfect Alpha stud it's almost unfair to any other man. Almost pitiful, you know." I gulped. "And I'm nothing next to you. Like... nothing. I'm less than a worm."
He just kept purring and groaning...
"Man... you are god. You are as big as Apollo. Bigger than Zeus..." I gulped. My hand hovered close, so close to his giant pecs! "And I must worship you." I gulped again. "Real knows real. Stud recognizes stud – and the lesser stud bowls to the bigger one."
"The Alpha male."
"Yes. The Alpha god." I bowed. "Please, god, let me worship you." I gulped.
This wasn't really what I meant – and he knew it.
And I knew it too, damn it, so I said it again straight, and with a higher-pitched voice, almost like one of his thousands of bitches moaning, begging him for his big, white c-
"Please, god," I blinked like a whore and looked up at him like a puppy. "Allow me touch you."
Silence.
...
...
And silence.
...
...
And...
"Take off your shirt."
He uttered, and his wish was my command.
Chapter 3: Big Bull Milks Small Bull
Shaking, I unbuttoned my white shirt and let my stallion feast upon the (admittedly) impressive sight of my ripped, solid physique.
It was easy to forget, sitting next to such a beast of a man, that I was a beast myself, and probably the largest, most unbelievably muscular, genetically primed Alpha male any woman could wish for.
My stallion, though, was just this HUGE! This much bigger than me! Enough to make me feel small and sissy.
“Uuurhm…”
The place rumbled with his thick, steady breaths. The sofa vibrated under my solid glutes. I was so hot – and so wet! The precum accumulated at the tip of my monster cock, already twitching past the one-foot-long mark on my thighs!
I continued to undress. My friend watched as slab after slab of incredible muscles was revealed: my ultra-wide, ripped pecs, my solid abs (numbering eight in total, ten when I flexed), my unbelievable obliques and all the other muscles shining like a drawing from an anatomy textbook.
I opened up my shirt when most of the buttons were out, popping the last few buttons sexily as my husband… oh, fuck, I’m calling him husband now, ain’t I?? Damn… anyway, as my husband breathed faster and deeper.
God, his breath! I felt the air vibrating like hot iron around me! He was so powerful! So big…!!
I pulled out the shirt and made my body ripple and dance, muscles bulging and shifting places, and big veins flowing over and around my enormous arms and shoulders as I awkwardly moved around the sofa to throw away the shirt.
I was so big, you see, and so heavy that I had to move a lot so my limbs didn’t tear the parts of the sofa due to lack of space.
Anyway…
I cast off the shirt, and my gorgeous body glimmered against his. We were both white, but my skin was whiter and pinker, while his was slightly more dark and tanned. Still very white, though, but with an “edge”, a roughness to it.
“How much do you weigh?”
I blushed, looking upon that man and shivering, ‘cause he was so, so, sooo much bigger than I!
Damn, it was unfair!
“480 pounds.”
“Impressive.”
I gulped. “And you?”
He flashed that smarmy, all-conquering grin. “1,280 pounds of mostly pure muscle.”
“Damn, man. You’re a beast.”
“You’ve got not idea.” He raised one arm and flexed it, and the muscles bulged against his tight black sleeves, then ripped them!
Thrasssh!
I saw ropes and threads of black cotton rupture around the bulging arm, which was like a leg of mine.
I sucked my breath and gasped. That man was so, so much more powerful than I! The difference in power and musculature made me freeze again.
I felt trapped. Like prey.
“Let me show you what the body of a real man looks like, now, boy,” he spoke casually, his nonchalant attitude making my breast burn with arousal – more arousal than if his tone was cocky or bragging. “You’re ripped and handsome, and your physique is aesthetically flawless, but still…” He winked at me. “You’re a teenager next to this.”
He removed his tight, black shit in one sweep motion, and I was floored, stunned, dead by what I saw.
The biggest man in the world revealed himself with muscles painfully compressed against even larger muscles everywhere! Breasts far larger than my own, comparable to the upper body of a bull or a horse, and two plates of muscle that belonged on a tank rather than a human body.
The god had ten rock-solid abs that multiplied into twelve or fourteen whenever he breathed, and the thick muscles on his sides were bigger than my abs and sometimes almost as big as my forearms!
A web of ultra-thick veins bulged out and moved along his body in every direction. Everywhere – and I mean, EVERYWHERE! – was covered in veins!
Wrrrrmmm!! Wrmmm!! Wrrrrrmm!! Brrrrrrrmm!!!
The place vibrated like the insane of a bomb about to go off.
The monster casually flicked his shirt off and stared at me with that wall of muscles far superior to my own frame. He towered over me by well over a foot, and somehow this incredible height still didn’t seem enough to store and pack all those muscles.
My jaw dropped and my thick, kissable lips curled and quivered.
I couldn’t stop panting, gasping, and licking my fat, rosy lips in haste.
The monster held still for a while, giving me a very stern, cold look, and then he grabbed my face with his enormous hand, turning me around as if to check the tender color of my cheeks.
“You are a beautiful slut.” He fondled my cheeks with that enormous thumb of his, bigger than most man’s arms. “I wonder what it’s like to break you.”
I quivered, I shivered, and my words were broken off by my constant, uninterrupted gasps.
The monster fondled my face and brought himself closer to me, breaking the sofa under his impressive glutes. God, his legs were thicker than steel beams!
The monster held me kindly with both hands cupping my chin and cheeks, and my head felt like an orange in his palms, and just as easily he could squeeze me and destroy me like I was nothing.
I let out a few tears, staring at him with equal measures fear and horniness.
My penis throbbed painfully against my jeans. He looked at it and smiled, almost as if he could feel the heat from my crotch before looking at it.
“Look at you. So horny for another man.” He gave out a deep, DEEP and throaty chuckle, and the walls shook around me, vibrating with the POWER and DEPTH of his gentle laughter. “Are you sure you’re not a sissy?”
I gulped, and I ventured a few words at him: “Any man is a bitch next to you.”
He purred, and his enormous face contorted handsomely into the biggest, most beautiful smile I had ever seen. “Correct. You deserve a reward for this.”
The monster cozied up to me, wrapping one arm around my shoulders while rubbing my thighs with his other hand.
“Fuck! God! Please!” I latched on to his body with my arm, gasping and cooing at his size, his hardness, and the insane heat of his muscles. “Fuck!”
My head instinctively bobbed down to rest against his pec.
Bro hugged me even harder, displaying his effortless power in a “I can crush you and KILL YOU whenever I want kind of way.”
My rosy lips instinctively looked for his giant nipples. I drew circles around that enormous nipple with my tongue, kissing every inch of his solid pecs, gasping and squeezing my own balls with my muscular thighs as the demon romanced my bulge with his colossal hand.
“Your cock is bigger than my palm,” he commented, again, very casually. “Impressive.”
I giggled, kissing and licking his breast and nipple obsessively. “Your nipple is bigger than most guy’s cocks.” I swooned, blushing very red. “Most women need four, sometimes five hand to handle my SOFT dick, but you… you beast… you handle with it just one palm!” I lavished his breast with my long, strong tongue and my wet, fat lips until it glimmered much more. “You animal!”
Between his legs, his god-like snake contorted and shook hard enough to roar! His tanks produced semen by the gallons. I was infatuated and infected by curiosity, wondering just how many loads those giant, supersized, downright inhuman nuts could produce.
I ventured into those balls with my hand, but my arm, around his waist, literally could not reach them! The man was so wide, so solid with muscles, that my long and muscular arm couldn’t rope around him and touch his hips!
I tried reaching out to his crotch with my other arm, then, but the size of his arm across my chest, fondling my bulge, blocked my hand. All I could feel were the dense, rippling slabs of his arm, which filled my blood with fire!
God, he had such big muscles and so many veins!
“Sorry, bro. I’m just too big for you,” he murmured, and then he pulled me kindly, softly into a kiss.
I felt pure, pure manliness in his mouth, and his tongue overwhelmed mine. Spit and slobber abounded from my lips, and I was breathless, as if my lungs were being sucked, as the Alpha stud dominated me with that kiss; didn’t even pretend that we were equals when he took me and conquered me, fuck, and literally pulled my lungs a few inches higher than their natural resting place with his deep, possessive suctions.
SCHLIPT! SCHLIPT! SCHLIPT! SCHLEPT!!
I gasped, I wailed, and I felt my sight blur and dim.
The god kissed me for only a few seconds, but it was enough to deprive my brain from my needed oxygen, and already I was passing out, my warm body turning cold, my muscles losing density and fiber before his commanding kiss.
He pulled the lips out. The end of the kiss made a rumble heard across the room: PLOP!!
A river of hot spit pooled over my breast. I was breathless and I was loud! I panted hard and lewd for about a minute, an undignified mess already, as my monster pulled back and kindly laid kissed on my head, fondling my breast with his arm around my back.
“You’re strong,” he praised me in the middle of my mess. “Any other woman would have passed out with a kiss half as strong.”
Holy fuck. I knew that wasn’t anywhere near his strongest kiss, and already only HALF of that measly strength was enough to knock down a lady!
More and more of my hubby was revealed to me, and I didn’t know if I liked what I saw.
He was scary. His strength felt like mountains crushing down on me!
“Aah… aaah…” I gasped and blushed, and more and more, his arm of pure, solid muscles crushed me, his grip becoming stronger on my bulge, which was now fully hard and leaking precum by the loads on my pants.
“You’re virile,” he commented, running his giant hand up and down my impressive manhood. “Sixteen inches.”
Fuck! This stallion! He could measure me exactly by the feel alone!
“I wonder how much milk you can produce.” With that commented, he lowered himself to my breast and suckled on my boobs.
“Aaah!! Aaaheee!!” I moaned like a girl as the monster masturbated my boobs with that hand around my torso and sucked, suckled, and kissed the other breast with his giant hand, nibbling me and biting me in exact, precise intervals, filling my pores with explosions as he displayed superhuman knowledge of my anatomy.
That bull knew exactly where and when to touch me to stimulate me to intense ejaculation!!
My penis was pissing out precum like crazy! I was very, very close to shoot my loads!
“Boss…!! I’m about to…”
“Shh.” More possessively, the Alpha kissed me everywhere on my pec, neck, and face, running his hands down and around my muscles to get a good feel of my arousal, enjoying my body like the hottest thing he had ever touched aside from himself. “You can nut, horse. I know you make many, many loads, and the ladies are never starved in their wombs for your seed.”
“F-fuck…!!”
My eyes rolled up. My face was swelling, I swear, and about to pop!
The monster became more careful when he lowered his hands down to my crotch. He no longer fondled or even touched my hard cock, knowing that this would cause an immediate explosion.
“Still, I want to see your loads when you shoot them,” he commented full of pride, almost like he was my dad who was very proud for seeing his son grow so big and strong. A real stud. “I wonder if you can produce a liter of sperm, and how thick and potent your sperm can be.”
With a carefulness and tenderness that struck me, the giant undid the zip of my pants and very slowly loosened them up, fondling the base of my monster cock trapped in those white boxers.
“So big. Thick with veins.”
The penis bulged visibly through the cloth, its biggest veins very clear, throbbing and twitching as they powered my hard-on with liters of hot blood.
I cried and wailed, flexing my muscles to hold back the liters of semen that boiled inside my tanks. “H-hurry up, daddy…!”
The monster laid an enormous, fat finger on my lips, then rubbed that finger along my pouty kissers before himself giving me kisses and more kisses on my handsome cheeks.
“Beautiful thing,” he purred in my ear, and the hairs in my neck raised, so very hard!
He cupped my buttocks with one hand and lifted me up. I latched onto his arm as he did it, and his muscles didn’t even flex or harden as he lifted 480 pounds of bull with a single hand like nothing.
Then, with his other hand, he quickly and expertly pulled down my pants, just low enough that my cock and balls could breathe more freely.
“Have you ever touched a dude before?” I asked, staggered and amazed by his knowledge and grace around another male body.
“No, but I’ve done it with countless women, and with you it’s no different.” He smirked at me. “You’re right. Everyone else is a woman to me.”
Those words almost made me explode, and he felt the tension in my body by running his hand along my rippling, bulging 10-pack abs.
“Formidable belly!” He praised me lavishly, and when he put me back on the sofa, my iron-hard testicles dangled more loosely between my thighs.
My colossal, mammoth cock jutted out from my crotch, making a giant tits with the wet boxers. The underwear and the sofa were drenched in my virility, my huge penis shooting out loads of pre-lube that were superior to the total ejaculation of another Alpha dude in a whole year!
The monster purred in awe as he saw the root of my white, thick, virile penis.
“I never saw a dick like this on another man.” He ran his hand powerfully across my torso. “You must feel like such a god in the locker rooms.”
I could answer, gasping so much as I rubbed just a sliver of his horse cock with the tip of my fingers.
“Oh, my… sweet… god…”
I felt dizzy again, unable to comprehend the enormity of that member. I felt like I was touching an elephant or trying to excite and arouse a bull. It felt very indecent. Mating with that man was no different than bestiality!
The bull curled his fingers in the waistband of my boxers, then gently pulled them up, revealing inch after inch of my insanely veiny prick, then uncovering it whole.
SNAP! SPLASH!!
Immediately, as soon as it was released, the prick sprang back with force and clashed against my rock hard abs. It reached far past my navel, though near enough my solid pecs.
The monster stood still for a while, as if staggered himself by my size and manhood.
“Amazing.”
He took a deep, deep breath. I felt the air in the whole room becoming rarer and moving around in swift, abrupt swirls as he sucked it all inside his giant lungs.
My penis throbbed painfully against my abs, releasing insane amounts of pre-load on my musky abs.
“D-daddy…!” I was crying in sexual despair, for the huge veins around my cock felt like iron claws making it hurt. “Aah! Aah!”
The giant, grapefruit-sized balls throbbed painfully against the trapping of the boxers. The monster was wary of touching them, though, for he knew I was going to release my loads as soon as my testes were stimulated.
“How long has it been since you last fucked?” He asked me very smoothly, keeping his thick, god-like voice as low as possible. “Every inch of your stud muscles is hard. Hard as rock. Harder than they would normally be.” He winked and smiled. “Is it just me who makes you so hard, or have you been saving yourself from women for some reason?”
“It’s you!” I managed to utter amid countless gasps. “I fucked three babes last night. Exhausted my damn balls! Couldn’t even get up when I finished my last loads!” I smirked as well, very proud. “Their bellies were bulging with my loads, and their pussies were rivers of white. Whole bed stenched with my horse loads, but still…!!”
“I see.” He provoked my cock with the tip of his giant fingers. “It’s just me, yeah. Nice to see you keep yourself busy with the ladies.” He gripped my cock hard with that hand, making me squeal in pain. “I’m an Alpha bull, but the world needs more of your semen as well.”
“Fuck… daddy…!!”
Powerfully, he began to jerk me off, and I blacked out on the spot! Like, I went blind as soon as he began to crush the sofa underneath me with the momentum of his god-like jerks!
I cried. I screamed. The semen was racing out of my balls already. “FUCK ME!!”
The bull purred and chuckled, keeping his grip iron tight around my solid, sturdy manhood.
“What a dick!”
He pumped me only a few times before pulling the dick away from my breast and aiming it at the ceiling instead.
When he loosened his grip, I roared with my eruption of semen!
GLUUURSH!! GLUUURSH!! GLUUUURSH!!
I shot the thickest and most powerful loads of my life, and every time I nutted, my eyes went dark and black, and my muscles convulsed on the sofa.
My daddy kept me steady with one hand on my torso and another on my dick.
“Jesus…” He muttered, seeing me produce horse-like amounts of fresh sperm like it was nothing.
The semen sizzled around my red and swollen tip as I spurted on and on and on again.
My first rope was three seconds long. The next few ropes were just as long, if not slightly longer.
Splaaash!! Splaaash!! Spluuurt!!!
One after another, the loads splashed and spread out on the ceiling, getting stuck there because they were so thick.
“Uurhm! Uuurhm!” My bull licked his lips and jerked me off hard and slow, getting aroused the longer I sustained that ejaculation and more liters of hot, breeding cum I produced. “So virile! Fuck, this bull is so, so virile!”
I ejaculated like I was pissing my soul away! My roars became deep and heavy grunts, and my nutting surpassed one minute when the loads became weak enough to reach the ceiling.
It was a lavish penthouse with tall, tall ceiling! There were about twenty feet of height from the ceiling to our sofa.
“Rooar!! Rooar!! Uuurgh!!” I cleared those twenty feet like nothing with fifty, sixty loads before my orgasms started to peter out, and a few huge chunks of sperm finally detached from the ceiling and fell like rocks around us.
Splash! Splurt! Spurt!
Fist-sized pebbles of condensed cum smacked on the sofa (and sometimes on our muscles) as the bull powered me through another minute of hot, virile orgasms.
“Jesus almighty… that’s too much load!” His comments spurred me on, and three minutes were needed until my final loads erupted from my penis, and the penis itself didn’t feel so hard, softening around his grip as he pumped it still, though soft this time.
Pump! Pump! Pump!
By the time I was done, having ejaculated for three and half minutes, I saw a giant inverted pool of cum sticking to the ceiling, then a bunch of smaller pools on the ground, around my enormous feet.
Splort! Splort! Splorsh!!
Semen dripped from the ceiling in marble-sized drops, and my feet sank into those pools on the ground, getting stuck on the thickness of my virility.
“Bro!” My mate was amazed by my produce, and his hand flowed constantly over my pecs, touching them more worshipfully as if in disbelief that even my tall, giant body was capable of producing THAT MUCH seed! “You’re such a god!”
As I was still gasping and reeling from that mind-rocking orgasm, my stud stood up in front of me and undressed, unleashing his sledgehammer cock upon my quivering, cum-drunk physique.