A fucking god

by Jerkoffcentral   

A teenager is both exasperated and incredibly turned on by how his body and everything about it seems to be getting freakier and freakier.

4 parts Added Mar 2019 Updated 8 Jul 2023 50k views (#109) 4.8 stars (41 votes) 11k words

Jonathon blinked his eyes, rereading the ad for the third time.

“Blond and gorgeous 5ft 7 bottom, 32 yr, fit body, 8” cock. Open for business for big strong muscle men with big cocks to fill up his hungry bubble butt. Servicing the Tri-State area. Do not receive. $500 ph, 25% discount for cocks over 10”, 50% off for over 12”.

“Fuck,” Jonathon exclaimed loudly. He quickly looked over his back, listening intently with his abnormally good hearing. No, his parents hadn’t woken up, thank god. He looked back at the screen. This guy sounded exactly like what he was looking for. And he wasn’t exaggerating about his looks. Attached to the online ad were several pictures of the guy: he was gorgeous, beautiful face with radiant blue eyes, blond hair falling over his eyes, smooth light skin… and a body to die for: smooth, lithe, toned and cut without being muscular. He could be a model. Maybe he was? He had a nice taper—not because of the width of his shoulders, although they were nice, but more because of his waspish waist. And then still managing a smoking hot bubble butt! Oh, and a fat cock showing in his swimming trunks. The guy had it all… and was priced accordingly. How was he going to pay $500? And that was excluding travel expenses! But fuck, how he would like to fuck this guy.

Jonathon continued to stare at the page, getting more and more excited. Hey, there was a second page, with action pictures! He clicked on it. Immediately, his mouth fell open and his dick sprang to life, full mast in seconds. On the pictures, the guy was engaged in a range of sexual acts that would make a sex-addicted porn star blush. Anything from your regular legs-over-shoulder penetration fun (Jonathon spent a lot of his time on porn), to full-blown orgies, up to some of the raunchiest shit Jonathon had ever seen. The guy hadn’t been kidding, he liked to have big stuff up his ass and he seemed to attract some of the biggest cocks around. And where the cock was apparently still not big enough for him, Jonathon found pictures of two cocks entering the guy’s hole, or even three (how was that even possible?), giant dildos, giant dildos and cocks, fists, and… was that a knee?! Jezus Christ, that guy must have the most hungry ass in the world.

Jonathon looked down at where his own flag pole was sticking out proudly from his groin. He had no doubt that he now had the biggest cock on the planet. He looked at it with a mixture of hate, pride, lust and defeat. Its shape was beautiful. It was 14 inches long, with a smooth hairless shaft, and with only a few veins marring the surface, apart from the thick hose running underneath. He moved his thick cock from his right to his left hand and back, feeling its weight. He used to be able to say his hard cock was as thick as a beer-bottle. It must have been about a month or three ago that he reached that level. He wasn’t so sure whether he could still honestly say it wasn’t bigger. He looked again. Beer-can maybe—with an orange-sized head on top of it just to make it even more off-wordly? Or was his monster already beyond that point? And, if his growth continued, when would he reach wine-bottle size? He had no idea how was any guy then supposed to take his cock up his ass, or in his mouth. Worst of all, it had gotten this big before he had ever tried being with a guy!

Jonathon sighed. Well, this was his life…. He tore his eyes away from the monster cock in his big hands and looked at his screen again. Fuck, he was getting worked up from looking at this guy. He moved his rock-hard cock up and opened his legs to make room for his sweaty balls. He frowned as he glanced back down at his junk. His crotch had remained completely without hair even when his abnormal growth spurt started turning him into a muscular monster. While his genitals had exploded in size over the past four years, his crotch remained as smooth as a baby’s bum. Not only was it weird, it also made his cock and sack look even bigger. And this had happened everywhere: he had the body of a Greek god, or, well, a Titan maybe, but the skin of a young boy—no hair in his pits, on his chest, stomach, not even the first whiskers on his chin. Nowhere. Just the slightest wisp on his legs and arms, the same as when he was 8 years old! The only serious quantity of hair he could own up to was the crazy amount of hair on his head. “The wild bush” his mom called it.

When his balls bounced free they started dragging on his sack and groin. Fuck, that felt so good. He stared down at his mandarin-sized cum factories. Luckily, he was a grower. Otherwise the combination of his massive balls and monster cock would make an even more obscene bulge in his pants than it already did. Not just in his underwear, but even if he was wearing his heavy winter jeans. Not that he really went out anymore, anyway. He shuddered, thinking about people in town seeing how freaky he had become. Still, it was good that his parents didn’t always have to see their son, the walking cum-factory, in his full glory. His cock went down to a thick 6 inches when soft, which he was very happy about. Not small by any standard for a soft cock, but manageable. He had done tonnes of reading about it, and apparently, growing more than 150% was not that common at all! He was lucky in that at least.

He had also read that your balls growing when you were really horny was not normal at all! But his did, from their normal mandarin size to the size of coconuts. And if he waited until they got that big before cumming, he had better be pointing his slit at a large bucket or toilet. Otherwise he would be cleaning that stuff up for an hour! Another part of the freak show, Jonathon thought with a deep sigh. Ah, well… on the other hand, the feeling of his balls filling up with cum and straining his sack as they grew was amazing. And then cumming. Cumming like there was no tomorrow. Minute after minute of mind-blowing bliss—he was pretty sure his orgasms were better, more intense, than anyone else’s.

He placed his cock on top of his super-defined, surreal ten-pack. Fuck, how he had loved it when his abs started showing 2 years ago. And look at them now, like a brick wall without the mortar in between, the muscles the size of a professional bodybuilder but with the definition only a very young (and hardcore anorexic) guy could hope to achieve if he had started in the gym at age 4. He marvelled at the incredibly deep canyons in between each row of abs. He had spent days looking for other guys that looked like him online, but he had never found anyone that came close to his level of definition. He just didn’t seem human. Not his stomach, nor anywhere else on his body. His stomach had remained completely flat instead of forming a muscle gut. If he looked at himself from the side, the size of his chest was even more ridiculous when compared to his tight stomach.

He focused on his log again. His hard cock reached up well beyond his belly button (that level was breached months ago), only inches from his massive chest. His rock-hard pecs were sticking out 2 inches from his body now, having added almost a half an inch the last two months. It made his nipples, which were ever more sensitive, point almost straight down. His skin was pulled taut because of the massive growth of his pecs, and each muscle sinew was visible. And with his growing lats, his chest looked incredibly wide, especially considering his narrow, teen-sized waist. He couldn’t drop the idea that he looked almost cartoon-like, and more so every day. He looked to the side where his shoulder was sticking out from his body like a bowling ball, thick traps connecting them to his neck. It seemed he was adding an inch in width each couple of weeks. He wouldn’t fit through the door anymore in a matter of months if this continued. Nor in height… he had grown about an inch every two months, so end of this year he would have to duck to get into his bedroom.

He had to blink away a tear. What guy his age looked like this!? He scratched his chin, feeling the completely smooth skin under the equally soft skin of his fingers. God, he looked like a child-hulk, but then chalk-white instead of green as he didn’t really come outside anymore. Disgusting! But also hot, he thought as he watched his huge bicep. He had always been into muscular guys, ever since he discovered what tumblr and youtube had to offer him. But not in his wildest dreams had he been thinking about anyone this big. As he looked at his rugby-ball sized bicep there was no denying it was beautiful: huge, swollen and defined as shit, the skin pulled so thin you could almost see through. But he had never wanted to have such a thing on him. And definitely not at his age!

He had always wanted to be muscular, but more like a fitness model. Still, as he flexed a couple of times and saw his bicep swell even further he felt himself getting horny. Fuck! He felt so conflicted! A part of him loved his height, his hulk-sized muscles and his monster-cock, how it made him feel powerful, even indestructible. But he hated how it stopped him from being a normal teen, with friends, going to school, jerking around… fucking…. He hated being a freak of nature. Well, not nature, nothing natural about his size. Or his strength! He had lifted a car the other day! Who could do that!? And he hadn’t even needed to exert himself. He had hardly felt it. He was probably the strongest man alive. And recently his dad had gotten rid of all the staff on the farm, partly to shield his son from any attention, but also because the inhuman quantities his son ate were almost impossible to keep up financially. But Jonathon could luckily take care of the work on the farm all by himself. God, the government would probably want to take him apart if they even heard about his condition. Another reason to always stay indoors…

He pushed his cock up and slowly started to jerk off his giant log. Even with his big hands he liked to use both to really grasp his massive cock. He moved his hands all the way down, pulling his foreskin over the huge, swollen head and then up again with an iron grip, but very, very slowly. With his incredible strength, he would probably have ripped off a normal guy’s dick, but his tool was up for it. Within minutes he was getting hot—jerking off his big cock just felt so good. This was usually also the moment that his balls would start swelling. He looked down beyond his cock where his massive, hairless quads pushed up his junk. Yes, they were definitely growing. He loved the feeling of his seed growing exponentially, his cum slowly pushing his balls to grow bigger and bigger, stretching his sack. He opened up his long, massively thick legs more widely to make room for what was to come.

Jonathon looked at the clock: 2 a.m. The young god had hours before his dad would wake up to start working. Hours to pleasure himself. That was the one amazing thing about his change: the ability to be on the brink, massively aroused, for hours. Never to get tired, only sleeping when he wanted to. Not cumming until he wanted to cum. Sometimes he felt he would lose his mind, the cheer bliss was so powerful. Overpowering, mind-numbing even. His cock was insatiable, his body had the power to go on forever, only the pressure of his balls eventually forced him to cum. And then as he came with blinding force, the feeling would intensify even further, fry his brain for minutes and minutes as he came. Either filling whatever container he had chosen, or spraying his room with cum. The latter had happened a couple of times and had cost him endless making up with his mom and incessant teasing from his older brother Timothy. Although the guy seemed to take his brother becoming a freakishly strong muscle god in perfect stride—he sure was a huge pain in the ass. His brother’s relaxed attitude towards his little kid brother amazed Jonathon—and it was heartwarming. Which 18 year old jock would be okay with his little brother growing so much heavier, taller, wider, stronger and more hung than he was himself? He had caught up with his brother years ago already. The guy actually seemed proud of his young sibling and always liked seeing Jonathon pull some great feat of strength or other.

If only his brother knew how freaky Jonathon was getting, he thought as he looked over his big pecs, down to his massive, cum-slick equipment. He noticed how he’d again started thinking about his brother in the wrong way. About his gorgeous tough-boy face, his broad shoulders, his cut swimmer’s body, his toned legs and hot bubble butt. His mind slowly drifted to last summer with his brother swimming in the lake and before he knew it, he was contemplating how it would feel to sink his big cock in his brother’s hole while jerking off his bro’s hot and thick 9-inch cock. He could almost hear his brother moan, and see him looking into his eyes—a mixture of awe, pain and unadulterated lust as his ass was ravaged by the massive cock of his He-man baby brother.

Fuck! He was so fucking horny! How could he think about his brother like that? He forced himself to look back at his screen and focus on the hot escort. The guy was so gorgeous that he could forget about his hot brother, or should be able he thought with a smirk as an image of his brother bending over and showing his pink hole entered his dirty teen-horndog mind. He let go of his cock, which stayed as hard as a baseball bat, and quickly downloaded the guy’s pictures from the site. He then put them in a slideshow and turned it on, giving him about ten seconds to enjoy each picture before moving on. He scooted down on his chair, grabbed his cock again with his left hand, and started to jerk off hard and fast.

Timothy slowly sat down on his new 14 inch long dildo and led it slide into his well-used ass as he watched the screens where his Hulk-brother was jerking off his monster cock. He had strapped it solidly to his heavy chair so he could focus all his attention on watching his hot kid brother while riding the thick stick, instead of keeping it up straight. He watched his brother cup his massive balls with his big paws with one hand and crunch down on his cock with the other, his lower arm muscles changing into thick cords of muscle. He looked first to his right, then to his left where his two best friends went down on their own thick dildo’s. Neither blond John, nor ginger Michael were looking at him. Both were completely riveted by what was going on on the massive screen. He would have probably loved looking at them if not for his brother. John’s young, beefy body and massive cock was completely outshone by Jonathon. Even Michael’s 6’2” body was no match for the glory that was on the screen.

Timothy was spoiled now, and in such a way that he didn’t think he could ever be with a guy that wasn’t as big as his brother. He was fucked. He returned to look at the screen as he felt the massive dildo slowly slide in. He gasped at its incredible size; the thing was thicker than his wrist and its length would never fit inside of him. But that didn’t matter to him, this was the only way he could imagine it was Jonathon fucking him.

He blew up the screen further as he saw his brother getting really into in, spreading his legs. He heard Michael moan: “Fuck yeah, look at your brother. He is such a hulk.” Timothy smiled as he looked at the massive screens. Three 55-inch screens showed his brother in all his glory, one HD camera showing the front, one his brother’s left frame and one filming from below the desk to take in his brother’s monster legs and growing balls. The three of them had to pool all their money together to buy the ultra-small high-quality cameras, but it was 100% worth it. The front camera showed his brother’s face, as Jonathon intensely watched his screen, his lips somewhat parted, his eyes wide, his strong jaws hanging slack, his thick neck, mountainous traps and boulderlike shoulders corded up as he was roughly jerking of his fuck-log. His brother must be half again as wide as he was last year, Timothy mused. And the size of his pecs, there was no comparison! The slabs of meat (Tim knew exactly how hard they were) were breaking in two every jerking motion his brother made, their shadow making his abs difficult to see, even though they were beyond cut.

Tim looked at the other camera, getting lightheaded as the massive dildo filled him up completely. Jesus Christ, the thing was so thick, if felt like he was going down on somebody’s fist. The screen mostly showed his brother’s crazy thick arms, the football sized biceps straining, his thick back slowly getting shiny as his brother got into it and started to sweat. The individual muscles groups on his biceps were probably the size of Tim’s biceps, he mused. How would it feel to have his legs over his brother’s immense shoulders, his hands on his thunderous, god-like biceps as his brother slowly entered him. His blazing hot third leg opening him up, his face next to his as his brother breathed into his ears. Tim’s breath caught as he considered it. Fuck, he wanted it so badly, he thought as he looked at Jonathon’s hand jerking of his moist cock.

He finally looked over at the last screen, marveling at his brother’s tree trunk legs. They seemed as thick as Tim’s waist from this angle. And maybe they were slowly getting to that level. Only yesterday, Tim had been walking out to the fence next to river together with his brother, trying to not to ogle as he saw how his brother needed to spread his legs in order to walk. He had lagged behind so he could watch his brother from behind. His gargantuan shoulders and back tapering down to a narrow waist, which led to a huge muscled ass and then exploded into the legs of a god. Completely smooth and white as milk, and striated as fuck. Some of his muscle groups were probably bigger than the upper arms of a normal guy, his quads the size of Tim’s toned legs. How would he look like with his legs bronzed for a bodybuilding show, Tim mused. Fucking hot probably. With his legs looking even bigger than they did normally.

Tim almost started drooling as he focused on the massive balls between his brother’s widely spread legs. It was his favourite body part. He loved thinking about how Jonathon would empty his gargantuan balls inside him, filling up his insides with hot, superboy spunk after riding his ass for hours. He probably wouldn’t be able to handle that onslaught, but he was very willing to try. He dreamed about his brother’s growing balls—his freaky cum factories growing as they produced obscene amounts of jizz. Tim couldn’t stop himself. He came as hard as he could only cum looking at his young brother, jizzing all over himself as his two friends also came, groaning hard.

All of sudden the video screen started beeping. Jonathan looked up surprised. “Connection request accepted”.

What the….? Jonathan wondered, bemused.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT”, he heard his speakers booming. He saw the guy of his dreams, mouth hanging open. “What kind of freak are you?” Jonathan saw that his camera was on, showing a full-frontal picture of his upper abs and lower pecs, and the tip of his massive dong. His abs looked like there were canyons in between them, and were overshadowed by the incredible overhang by his gargantuan chest, the gap in between his two pecs deep enough to hide someone’s hand. The guy must think he was looking at something fake. No one had a body like that.

He immediately turned off the camera and the webpage and started crying. Deep sobs raked through his body. He was a freak! Again, it was confirmed. He would never be with anyone. He was an abomination—a mistake of nature.

After a while he looked up again, his eyes cloudy from his tears. He saw that the hunky escort had typed something in the chat box. Jonathan wiped the tears from his eyes so that he could read. “Hey man, come back!”, and then half a minute later: “Where did you go?” and “No need to be shy, you’re a god”. Ha! Jonathan thought. Would he still think that if he knew how young he was? That he looked more like the Hulk every day—but with the unchanging face of a teen. But fuck, he wanted this guy…. He got ready to type back when another wave of uncertainty hit him. How would the guy ever agree to be with him, as he would certainly think Jonathan underage, no matter how large his body was. And who would take that risk? Fucking nobody! Shit, he would need to keep his face hidden, and justify that somehow. And do something about his voice. Because he sounded like a little boy as well, although with a chest his size, not like a normal boy.

“Hey”, he typed.

“Welcome back, stud! Turn on your camera, I want to see more”

“I can do that, but not showing my face, sorry”

“Discreet?”

“Yeah. married with kids, and I’m a high school coach—can’t be out as bi”

“Fuck, I wish you had impregnated me with that thick cock of yours”

Jonathan chuckled. “Do you think you can take it?”

“There is no cock I can’t take. How big are you anyway?”

“I’m 14 inches and it’s as thick as a beer can”

He paused, doubting whether he dared continue. “So how much discount will I get?”

“Fuck. I’ll do you for free, man, anytime. But then I need you to cum for me now”

Cumming? No, that was not going to work… the guy would freak out if he saw how much Jonathan jizzed. “I’m going to show myself, but let’s leave the cumming for when we meet?” Jonathan typed, almost cumming already from how tense he felt.

“Shit, I can get into a car now”, the guy responded.

“Soon, promise?”

“Fuck yeah”

“Okay, then sure, I can do that”, Jonathan replied as he turned on his camera again. He zoomed out a bit so that more of his body was visible. He tweaked the image until the camera took in all his massiveness from his belly button to mid-chest. He was so wide, though, that his sides weren’t even visible. The view of his cock was limited to the cock-head and two inches of his thick shaft, but considering its girth that was already more cock than most guys had in total. He saw the guy’s eyes going wide.

“That is amazing. I have never seen anyone as big as you. Fucking awesome. Jerk off for me, man”

“Fuck yeah, you like this body?” Jonathan typed, as he started to slowly move his hand up and down his colossal tool.

“OMG, it is awesome! I’ve never seen anyone as big and ripped as you. Did you start when you were 5?” In the meantime, the guy also put his camera on, and Jonathan almost came on the spot. Nice lean pecs, a good six pack, incredibly handsome face, beautiful tan, an awesome mop of blond hair. Images immediately popped up in his dirty young mind of that gorgeous mouth trying to inhale his cock, and him filling it up in seconds as he jizzed, pulling out and covering the whole guy with his spunk.

“Haha, no, it has always come more easy to me I guess”, Jonathan typed back.

“You fucking lucky bastard”, the stud typed back immediately with a smirk.

“Or lucky me”, he said smiling. God he was so handsome.

“You can stop flexing your muscles though, you have impressed me enough”

Jonathan laughed, the guy had no idea. “This is not flexed. This is flexed”, he typed, and then first crunched his abs, who sprung up in full definition, the ridges becoming even more pronounced, and then flexed his chest so that his pecs turned from one massive shelve of muscle into a striated mountain landscape.

“Oh… fuck, you are unreal. So fucking hot”

“I want to meet you”, Jonathan continued. “Don’t like the online stuff too much” Haha, he would fucking continue for ever with this guy, but he just needed to get physical so badly. His hands were shaking as he typed, he was so nervous. Imagine if the guy was like, “not going to happen, gotta make some money”.

“I can still jump in a car now if you want”, the guy typed as he smiled.

“How about tomorrow? I could book something in a motel nearby my place?”

“A motel?? Am I not worth more? Haha”

“High school coach with kids, remember’

“Oh yeah, forgot about that, haha. Gotta make ends meet”

Jonathan almost came as he marvelled at the guy’s gorgeous smile. He felt a sharp pain in his left ball suddenly. He looked down quickly and his mouth fell open. Fuck, Fuck Fuck! It looked like he had two coconuts squeezed in his sack. The skin was pulled tight over his obscenely massive balls, stretched so thinly it looked like it could go seriously wrong and they could burst through their confines any second now. And it hurt… badly! He needed release soon. They had never grown this big. Not even close. And could he actually see them churning, producing more spunk? Fuck, that guy must be turning him on even more than he thought. He did some quick thinking. Okay, he needed a motel where he would not have to check in, but could just use his card to get into the room so that no one had to see him. He thought there was one place, around 40 miles away, but he could just run there after it got dark.

“I have to go, I hear my kids downstairs. How about we meet tomorrow at 10 p.m. at the Topala Motor Inn? I’ll make reservations and will make sure I’m there in the room, waiting for you. I’ll text you on here once I know”

“Oh yeah? Waiting for me, with that massive cock and gigantic muscles? I can’t fucking wait. You had better be there, stud, otherwise I’ll be hauling all those condoms back to NYC.”

“Fuck yeah, I will be there, to breed you until you can’t walk anymore and you have sucked me dry completely”, Jonathan typed back. Jeez, what was he saying?! Where did that even come from? He truly was hornier than he had ever been before. His cock was rock hard. His balls felt like they could explode out of his sack at any second now. He looked down again, were they bigger still? He thought so. It really started to hurt a lot now. What the fuck was going on?

“Shit man, I really need to go, talk later”

“Okay, can’t wait to see you tomorrow, promise you’ll be there, I’m not used to being stood up!”

“I promise, you’re so handsome, can’t wait to see you either”

Jonathan then quickly turned off the chat and the camera, and grabbed his dick to point it down into his waste bucket. But as he grabbed his cock he simply exploded. He saw his balls contract as they pushed out a first shot of cum and felt his jizz shoot up his massive cock before his piss slit opened up and ejected a thick glob of cum with the power of a gun. It shot straight over his head and hit his door with a loud splat, exploding out into a sticky, dripping stain more than a foot wide. He could see it starting to ooze down as he almost fainted in ecstasy as a second cumshot hit the ceiling with an equal effect. He wanted to do something but it felt so good.

As he subconsciously started to jerk himself off, the shots became even more violent and frequent. He looked at his cock in awe as for about 20 seconds cum came out continuously, a thick stream fountaining up nearly to the ceiling before coming down and quickly covering himself, his chair, and the floor around him in sticky, slimy jizz. What was that, like a fucking gallon of cum? How could even his large balls contain that much!

He put his hand in front of his mouth to smother his own moans. It had never felt this good. The feeling of cumming, magnified by ten and lasting forever. He thought he would go out of his mind and wake up everyone in the house. He used his other hand to start rubbing it over his rock-hard abs, and chest, the slimy substance hot against his skin. He thought it looked hot, his muscles shining, thick flakes of cum covering his entire torso. Slowly the blast receded, first coming out with less power, and shooting straight into Jonathan’s chest, and then turning into individual, though massive cumshots again.

Then, a full minute later, it was finally over. Jonathan looked around in awe…. His room was a mess of dripping pooling spunk. It was literally everywhere. Fuck!

The next evening Jonathan was running towards the motel, his stomach a churning mass of nerves. He had no idea how he was going to make sure he was going to convince the guy to have sex with him. As soon as he would see how much younger Jon was he was going to back off. With his stupid teen face—he would immediately think he was under age. Or would he, seeing how gigantic his body was?

But he really needed to get laid. The heady combination of nervousness and horniness had kept him awake all night, and from being able to eat all day. His mom had been worried sick when her big boy hadn’t eaten breakfast, lunch, or dinner. “How are you supposed to keep that big lump of a body of yours working if you’re not eating?” she had complained after dinner while she was doing the dishes, her back towards her two sons who were still sitting at the table, chatting about the farm.

Timothy had laughed and jokingly patted his kid-brother’s rock-hard stomach. “He could lose some of his baby fat,” he had said jokingly, treating Jonathan to one of his gorgeous smiles. He had kept his hand on Jon’s stomach, slowly rubbing the cobbled expanse through the thin shirt, until Johnathan’s cock was at full mast, its massive length and girth making an obscene bulge in his shorts.

Then his brother bent over towards him, quickly wrapped his hands around his brother’s cock, and giving it two quick squeezes, while whispering in his ear: “You’re such a horn-dog, little guy, you so need to get laid.” He then walked off, another big smile on his face, leaving his brother with a huge wet spot on his shorts where his pre-cum had come right through the fabric and a tent so big that he didn’t dare get up while his mom was still in the kitchen.

His brother was such a teasing bastard, Jonathan thought with a smile as he felt his cock chubbing up again. He readjusted himself while continuing to run at full speed. He marveled at the strength of his legs as they propelled him forward along the forestry lanes—he must be running at well over 25 mph, his thickly muscled thighs touching with each leap, moving around each other as his quads were now too thick for his knees to touch. He was feeling a slight burn at this point, as he had been going to this speed for over an hour, but he was sure he could keep it up for another hour, and probably speed up if needed. Veins had appeared on the skin of his smooth thighs and calves—he thought he looked pretty hot right now. He was wondering whether those veins would still be there after he showered in the motel room and whether the guy—god he didn’t even know his name—would like it. He seemed to be into muscles a lot, and that was something that Jonathan could definitely give him, he thought as he flexed one of his massive biceps and looked with wonder as a thick, striated mountain of hard muscle appeared. Shit, he was getting so god-damned big.

He looked on his watch—the wristband changed twice during the last year to accommodate his thickening wrists. Damn—it was 9 p.m. already, he would need to hurry if he still wanted to shower before the guy showed up. Okay, he thought with a smile, let’s see how fast these babies can carry me. He started to speed up, one mph at a time, marveling at his stamina and power. Within minutes, he was going at 30 mph, and somewhat later he was pushing towards 35 according to his watch. Fuck—he was a god.

The burn was getting more intense as he pushed beyond 35, and he could feel his lungs and heart struggling to get enough oxygen towards his giant muscles. He was happy he only wore skimpy shorts and a tank top, his nicer clothes and balaclava for his date folded in his backpack. Even though it was a cold March evening—the temperature not even hitting the upper 40s, he was sweating like a horse. His breathing got heavier and heavier as he reached 40 mph, and he felt he might be pushing himself too hard now. He looked down, shit his legs looked so pumped and swole. He wanted more!

He decided to keep it up a little while longer, even though his legs were starting to hurt really badly. He hadn’t been outside of the farm and surrounding area for a year now—too afraid people would see his hulked-out body. He loved the freedom! Slowly, mile by mile he felt his body adjusting to being pushed so hard. The burn in his legs receded step by step. His breathing became normal, the pounding of his heart leveled out. He laughed, louder and louder, as he thundered along the country road, speeding up again. He was a fucking god! Five minutes more, and he was pushing 50 miles an hour and five minutes later still, he leveled out at 55 miles an hour, just as he passed a 50-miles-an-hour sign on the side of the road. Fuck, he was going faster than the maximum speed limit, he thought, letting out a yelp of joy.

Intermezzo

Timothy was laying on Jonathan’s bed, Jon’s boxer briefs pulled over his face. His eyes were closed as he inhaled deeply, smelling his kid brother’s scents. He was hard as a rock, frantically jerking off his thick, long dick. His cock felt so good. His friends and his occasional lover couldn’t get enough of Tim’s cock. 9 inches, straight and thick, hard in a heartbeat and for hours if he didn’t cum too often—he was considered a stud in his own right. Only with his godlike brother could his member ever be considered small in comparison—otherwise he was the horse-hung stud with the third leg.

But the only thing Timothy wanted was to be with his brother—feel the young god’s massive muscles, smell him, kiss him—feel Jonathan’s gargantuan cock inside of him, breeding him, using him, filling him up with his teen jizz—or going down on the awesome rod, licking it, sucking it, have his brother face-fuck him until cum exploded into his mouth—or hold Jon’s narrow hips as Tim fucked Jon’s rock-hard bubble-butt ass, returning the favor. He took another deep breath through Jon’s briefs, smelling him again, growing even harder, if that was still possible. It was such a heady combination of cum and sweat, it drove him wild. He wanted to be owned by his brother, he wanted to own him, he wanted to be him.

Fuck, he was fucked up, Timothy thought with a sigh. He woke up thinking about his all-powerful brother, and didn’t stop thinking about him until going to sleep. And while sleeping his brother was everywhere in his dreams, constantly—with them engaging in every possible sexual act Tim’s dirty mind could come up with. He couldn’t help himself.

As soon as he heard his brother slip out of the house, god knows where, he could not think of anything else than going to Jonathan’s room and smelling his brother. He cringed as he thought about what he had done at the dinner table tonight, blushing as he remembered the feeling of his brother’s cobblestone abs under his warm hand. He moaned as he recollected how hot it was, sliding his hand up and down, counting: 2, 4, 6, 8, …. Eight at least were clearly discernible to his gentle touch, his thumb tracing each deep crevice in between.

He had been about to go a step further, putting his hand underneath his brother’s shirt, when he reined himself in. What the fuck was he doing? But when he had looked up in alarm, his brother was just staring at him with his innocent, sweet eyes. And then he truly couldn’t stop himself, grabbing the massive tube of flesh that was his brother’s cock and giving it a squeeze. And his brother hadn’t even shifted. Shit, that boy was just not getting out of the house enough, and definitely not getting laid enough. It was becoming more and more difficult for Timothy to keep his distance, not letting his lust for his brother overcome the last bit of his resolve. He was more and more convinced that his brother was now so lonely, so worked up and horny that he might actually be willing to let Timothy go down on him. But Tim was just too concerned what that would do to their relationship, no matter how horny both brothers were.

And of the fact that Jonathan was horny, there could be no doubt. The explosion of cum yesterday was all the proof Tim needed. It had been the hottest thing Tim had ever seen: his brother erupting jizz, one jet of hot spunk after the other ejected out of the massive fuck-log as all over his godlike, hyper-ripped body his muscles flexed, standing out in awesome contrast. And then bliss: completely amazing, and utterly unreal—the shots became one constant stream for half a minute or so. A quarter inch thick jet of cum shooting up, fountaining down and covering his brother. How the fuck was that even possible. Was his brother just one big container of cum? Pure muscles on the outside, cum on the inside?

He was surprised how well his brother had been able to clean everything up. He had seen the wet spots on the ceiling and the walls. And there was no mistaking the smell. The omnipresent, potent smell of his brother’s sex. So much jizz had been ejected in this room that it easily overpowered the air freshener that his brother had sprayed in the room. It only drove Timothy more wild. He inhaled deeply again while jerking his large cock frantically. Fuck, he loved his brother’s smell. He kept jerking off his cock, the other hand massaging his balls and teasing his hole, slowly getting into a rhythm. Inhale, push two fingers in, exhale, pull them out, inhale. He reached next to him and squirted some lube on his hand and lathered his cock. He then started to push his big cock through his hand, making a circle so he could fuck his own hand, while his other hand was fucking his ass. Shit that felt so good. He tried to keep his hand as tight as possible so it felt like he was fucking a really tight hole, fantasising it would be his brother’s virgin pucker. That thought quickly took him over the edge and he squirted right through the hole he made with his hand, onto his stomach. Fuck, he thought as he slowly recovered from his amazing orgasm. He smiled as he slowly drifted into sleep.

Jonathan’s heart was beating so fast that he was afraid he was going to faint. He heard the car pull in in front of his ground floor motel room. That must be him, the motel was otherwise deserted. He shivered slightly, not from the cold—the room was nicely heated up, and he hadn’t felt cold in 5 years—but from anticipation. He felt nauseous as he swallowed one lump of nerves after the other. Was this going to work? Was he finally going to lose his virginity?

He was sitting on the only chair, his face covered by the balaclava, his body lit up exactly in the right way to show the maximum definition of his ripped body. He flexed his stomach, pecs and quads a couple of times, marveling about the stupendous musculature of his teen bod. At least the guy was going to love that. And his awe inspiringly massive bulge, he thought ruefully, which stood out proudly in his tented light blue boxer briefs. He adjusted himself so that his huge balls were clearly visible and ensured his thick semi-flacid meat pointed at his right hip. If the guy got off on big genitals, he could give him that.

He heard the door of the car opening and closing, and then footsteps on the gravel, quickly coming closer. He swallowed again. Then, a knock on the door. He cringed as he heard his own voice: “Come on in, the door is open.”

Shit, why did he sound like a little boy? With the size of his body he should have the lowest voice possible. How was he going to pull this off if his voice was like that?

The door opened, and the guy came in. What a hunk! He was even more handsome than he looked online. Mischievous smile, perfect length, around 6 inches shorter than Jon—and it was clear he had a hot, fit body. Incredibly narrow hips, good shoulders—but nothing too wide, good legs, toned arms. And his face—like a model. Such amazing features with a slight tan on his light skin, strong cheekbones, slight stubble, crazy deep blue eyes and wavy blond hair. Jon immediately felt his cock chubbing up.

The guy stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he saw Jonathan sitting in the corner. “Holy fucking shit—you are even bigger in real life then on you video. Jezus, I don’t know if I have ever seen anyone with your definition and size. Fuck, we’re going to have so much fun tonight!” He walked over, pushed Jonathan’s massive legs apart and set down in between.

“We do have to talk about that mask—it’s hot, in a rapey kind of way, but I am going to need you to take that off at some point tonight.”

Jonathan nodded. Well, that only made sense—but maybe by that time, they would either be done, or the guy would be completely hooked on him and not mind that his face looked so young. “I’m Jonathan, by the way,” he said.

“Keith,” the guy responded. “It’s so fucking weird. You have the body of the hulk, but you sound like a teen. Weird, but, I like it,” he said as he started exploring Jon’s body with his hands. “Fuck, I’ve never seen someone like you. Let alone be able to touch one like you. Who has abs like this?” he said with enthusiasm as he slid his finger from the edge of Jonathan’s boxers, taking his time, going from one ab to one of the canyons in between, to the next until he reached the mighty shelve which was Jonathan’s rock hard pecs. “This is so hot,” he said with a heady voice. He started kissing Jonathan’s abs, as his hands went further up, grabbing the bottom of Jon’s pecs, giving them a mighty squeeze. The guy had strong hands, but did not make much of an impression on the young stud’s herculean muscles.

The guy’s lips slowly moved up, one rock hard ab at a time, until his mouth reached Jonathan’s left nipple. Jon gasped as Keith took his nipple into his mouth. Jonathan felt his dick getting hard and wet, as he started getting more worked up. As the guy bit down on his nipple he inhaled sharply and he felt his balls giving a jolt… shit, were they already starting to grow?

The guy pulled back all of a sudden, letting his finger slide down Jonathan’s stomach again and then making a playful grab of Jon’s bulge. “Fuck, it’s so big,” Keith said with a thick voice “I can’t even fit it into my hand. This is so amazing.”

Jon looked down and saw that indeed Keith’s hand was only able to cover his sack and the base of his dick, but a good portion of cock was sticking out. “14 glorious inches, all mine….I just can’t believe it,” Keith continued as he grabbed Jon’s thick cock through his briefs, and started stroking him. Jon had to bite his lips not to cum the spot. Jeez, that felt so much better than jerking himself off!

He couldn’t stop a slight smile. It would not matter in the least if he came now—he could just cum again, and again, and maybe only by his fourth or fifth orgasm would the amount of jizz go down, or, if the guy worked him up enough, it might even get more as the evening progressed! But, he could hardly imagine how much that would freak Keith out. So he bit his lips some more and kept himself just one the edge. It felt so good!

Keith started to knead (or tried to knead) Jon’s torso more forcefully as he continued to stroke the godly tube of flesh. “You are so hot, can you flex your biceps for me, big stud?” Keith asked.

Jonathan complied immediately. “Yes sir,” he said as his 19-inch guns sprung up on demand. He loved how they looked, smooth and white, the thin skin showing lots of striations, fibers and veins. He flexed his stomach and chest as well, and let his hands roam over his massive muscles.

He looked down and saw Keith looking at him, eyes filled with lust. “Jeez, how much do you work-out?” he asked.

“Never,” Jon responded honestly. “Just the job and genetics.”

“You’re joking,” Keith said loudly, his voice full of questions. “Well, if that is the case, I might need to get you on a strict work-out regimen, and see how big I can get you.”

“This isn’t big enough?” Jon asked. God, if this guy was fine with him getting bigger fast, then this might not be a one-time encounter! Although he still wouldn’t know how to explain getting taller, and his growing cock. But well, that was for another time. “Fuck no, a guy can’t be big enough! Too big does not appear in my vocabulary.”

“Fuck yeah,” Jon said. “Well, in that case, happy to grow more for you.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” Keith responded, “fuckbuddy.” Then Keith yanked Jon’s briefs down. His cock was first pulled down hard, and as it was released from the confines of his briefs, smacked up against his striated stomach with a tremendous force.

“I can’t believe it,” Keith exclaimed with big eyes as he saw Jon’s giant dong. “It is truly the biggest, most beautiful cock I have ever seen.” He immediately started to lick the gigantic head, making loud slobbering noises, his eyes still fixed on Jon’s flexed upper body. It felt so good to Jon, he had never thought getting head would be this hot. The guy used both hands as well as his mouth to give him an incredible amount of pleasure. The slobbering and gagging got louder as Keith tried to get the head in his mouth.

Jon couldn’t imagine that anyone could get his log inside, but Keith trying already felt incredible. He did that for a while, and Jon was just about to say it was all right if it didn’t work out to swallow his cock, when all of a sudden the head and 5 or 6 inches of his log popped right in. He then went up and down Jon’s cock, the head now popping in and out of Keith’s hot, wet mouth more easily. Jon started moaning, it felt so good, the pressure building up quickly until he willed it to stop at a high plateau, just before cumming.

Keith kept on trying to get more of Jon’s cock in his mouth, but wasn’t able to take more than 6 inches. But still, it felt so good. He had never expected a mouth on his cock to be able to give him such awesome, mind blowing sensations. He felt his balls churning with cum….he closed his eyes to savor the feeling….so good. They were now definitely growing, but he thought he was okay for now. Enough time to dump his seed before it got out of hand.

After a couple of minutes Keith detached himself from Jon’s cock. “Jeez, man did you already cum,” he said as he opened his mouth and showed a ton of Jon’s slimy man juice filling his mouth. He seemed somewhat annoyed, as he had wanted to slurp on Jon’s cock for a lot longer. But then he noted that Jon’s schlong hadn’t gotten the slightest bit soft. It seemed to get even harder as Jon got more excited. “Sorry, I produce a lot of pre—big balls, lots of jizz. Sorry man.”

Keith closed his mouth and swallowed. “Well, it does taste good, buddy. But you will need to keep going for a while to satisfy me. Can you?”

Jon felt how he started to blush—he was such a freak show. Luckily Keith wouldn’t be able to see his embarrassment. “Eh, yeah,” he stammered, his voice breaking up a bit. Fuck, man up, he told himself. Keith seemed to like some freakiness, so let’s not assume the worst. “These balls are a bit like cum factories,” he said, trying to sound proud and cocky. “I can cum as often as you want...and...uhh….. I have never gone soft if I’m aroused, no matter how long I fuck—” (okay, so he had never fucked, but why not embellish it a little?) “—and I am very aroused.”

“Hmmm….” Keith responded, almost purring, his hands grasping Jon’s growing balls. “I’ve heard that before. Let’s see how long you last. And if you can outlast my mouth, hands and hole, you’d be the first.”

“Let’s start with your mouth then,” Jon said, cockier than he felt. He stood up, his dick standing up in a beautiful 90-degree angle, his sack hanging low, down at least 6 inches, his churning balls still having the room to dangle. He went into a double bicep-pose and flexed hard, his arms, his chest, his abs, and his legs. “How do you like this?” he asked Keith. “Get ready to worship me. On your knees and open your mouth.”

He basically towered over Keith as the handsome stud first stood up. Jon’s 6-foot-6 vs Keith’s 5-foot-7 was a tremendous difference, let alone the colossal difference in weight and width. He must be almost double Keith’s weight. “Fuck, you are a god, I’ve never seen anyone with your definition.” He traced his smooth hand softly down, crossing Jon’s 19-inch guns, his wing-like shoulders, going down across his thick, hard pecs, tracing each ab again, before grabbing hold of Jon’s slick saliva-covered cock. He went down on his knees and positioned Jon’s cock before his mouth. “Now, I want it all the way in,” and then went down on it.

Jon had seen lots of porn videos where a guy fucked another guy in the mouth. It had been something he had been wanting to try, but he was too concerned that he might hurt Keith. Still the guy wanted it all the way in, he thought as he heard and saw Keith gagging on his thick cock, 6 out of its 14 long, thick inches still outside of Keith. It was so hot to see Keith’s lips struggling around the thick beer bottle-sized shaft, sliding in and out. His massive balls dangling in the no man’s land between Keith’s face and his own tree trunk legs. He felt them getting tighter in their sack—he probably didn’t have much time anymore before things would get really out of hand!

He reached out and grabbed the back of Keith’s head with his big hands and started to apply more pressure, positioning his cock to go directly down Keith’s throat. Meanwhile, Keith’s hands explored Jon’s thick legs, marveling over the massive flair of his quads, moving around his narrow hips, before circumventing and resting on his rock-hard bubble-butt ass. As he started to apply pressure, Jon could also see Keith’s arms strain as he tried to pull him in, trying to push Jon’s cock further down his throat. Of course, Jonathan didn’t really feel any of that pressure, he was way too strong for a normal guy to make any impression on him, but it did show Keith was eager for more. And the feeling was so good. Keith’s warm, wet mouth and throat stimulating him, such a hot guy was slurping on his cock, finally. Jon wasn’t sure if he’d ever been this horny. It was such a sight, his thick cock entering the gorgeous stud. He couldn’t wait to try his other hole.

This whole exercise had maybe helped Keith take another inch of cock, but it was clear that both guys wanted, needed, more. Five thick inches were still outside. Jon grabbed Keith’s head with both of his massive hands and started to fuck his mouth. Immediately Keith started to gag but Jon ignored him. Each thrust of his hips saw his cock going in another little bit. A mix of spit and pre started to drool out of Keith’s mouth as Jon slowly got rougher.

Minute by minute the ratio changed, from mostly spit, to predominately pre as Jon’s cock leaked more and more and his giant cum factories went into overtime. He could have cum right there and then as his cock went in further and further, 4 inches still out, then 3, and 2, and 1. Then with one final thrust he rammed the last and final of those 14 inches inside.

He looked down, into Keith’s large eyes, a combination of awe, pride and was it fear? It must look scary from his point of view, Jon thought, not just awesome. A 6ft6 feet body towering over you—massive muscles that brooked now opposition—being skewered on a godlike cock with no way out. Feeling massive balls slapping against your throat, eager for release. His balls were not their regular 2 inch diameter anymore but had quickly extended to 2.5…, maybe closer to 3 actually. He couldn’t wait for too much longer before Keith would surely notice that he was even more of a freak than he already must have thought.

He started to moan as the feeling of Keith’s tight throat around his godlike cock got more pleasurable by the second. It seemed with each thrust the feeling got better and better, his cock getting a little bit harder. He looked down, seeing tears in Keith’s eyes. His gulping and gagging had stopped as Jon’s cock was deep inside his throat.

He pulled out quickly. “Are you okay buddy?”

Keith gasped. “This is the most fucking erotic thing I have ever experienced. Keep fucking, big guy.”

Jon smiled, grabbed Keith’s face, and rammed his cock back in. He started fucking immediately. “I love the feeling of your tight throat around my cock. It feels so good. It was my birthday two weeks ago—” (not saying it was his 18th) “—and this is the best gift of all. Filling your stomach with my seed.”

He fucked harder and harder. Deeper and deeper until every thrust involved pulling out up to the point where just his thick almost fist sized cock head filled Keith’s mouth up—to pushing in so far that Keith’s lips were smashed against his groin. Pushing in 10 inches of shaft, halfway down Keith’s throat, with each thrust. His grunts and moans getting louder as the feeling of bliss radiating out of his cock and groin intensified. The shaft slick with precum and spit. His balls grew further as they filled with more of his jizz. He needed release quick, but he was sure he was going to get it in minutes. The build-up made him bite his lips. It felt so good. So incredibly good. He looked down again to make sure Keith was okay. The guy looked up to him through watery, but worshiping eyes. Good. He grabbed his head on both sides with his massive paws and resumed fucking. Hard. Harder. Relentless drilling.

He looked over his thick, shredded pecs and hyper-defined abs, at this moment loving his smooth muscles. Glistening with sweat, veins popping out, individual muscles moving under his skin as he face fucked Keith. He was a god! He felt how Keith was trying to squeeze Keith’s heaving ass muscles. Unsuccessfully of course. The only thing that could budge Jon’s muscles was Jon himself. While fucking another couple of minutes he felt how Keith gave up, instead following the movement of his ass and leg muscles with each thrust. Fuck he needed to have a video of that at some point. So he could see how it looked from the back, from the side. Maybe next time if Keith would want to. And if Keith would want to go again.

He noticed Keith’s hands shifted to Jon’s giant balls. He saw his eyes popping out as he discovered how big they now were. Jon could read the surprise in his eyes. Shit… Was he gonna find this weird? Fuck fuck fuck, he had waited to long with cumming. But he shouldn’t have worried. Keith’s facial expression quickly turned from one of surprise to one of excitement and awe. He was clearly loving Jon’s now hand filling balls, kneading them softly, moving his hands along as they were swinging like a heavy pendulum with each thrust. Ah, that felt good. So good. Those warm hands on the smooth skin of his sack. The stimulating feeling of Keith’s fingers softly digging in.

And then, suddenly, Keith squeezed down on both his balls. Hard! Jon grunted, his eyes rolling back as he finally came. No holding back anymore. He felt his balls contract, his belly filling with a feeling of pure bliss, as he went over the edge. He pushed his cock in all the way as he felt the first shot of cum shooting down his cock, straight into Keith’s throat. That first shot alone lasted for seconds. Not a cumshot, more like a garden hose getting turned on fully for 2…3...4.….5 seconds and then slowly abating before his balls started to contract again for the second shot. Lightning shot through Jon’s body, the feeling was so incredibly good. His whole body was now on fire.

His balls spasmed, and again a massive amount of cum shot through his body, and out via his cock. He could feel each inch his jizz flowed through before it started shooting out again. 2…4…6…...8 seconds, this cumstream lasted even longer, felt even better. He looked down at Keith, cum dripping out of his mouth as so much came out at the same time that his gullet couldn’t take everything, part was also pushed up, passed Jon’s giant pole, starting to pool in his mouth.

Again his balls contracted, even harder this time, more slowly, deeper, pumping an enormous amount of seed out. And up. While further contracting. Jon almost passed out from the feeling of the stream shooting out through his cock, straight down into Keith. It lasted for more than ten seconds, and continued unabated until Jon noticed Keith hammering on his legs. Looking down he saw Keith, a look of panic on his face, as cum oozed out of his nose and gushed out of his mouth, the stream clearly too much for him to take. His mouth was filled to the rim with cum, the white juice bubbling up from below.

“I’m sorry,” Jon said as he pulled out his jizzing cock.

Keith sagged down, spewing out cum, but then immediately sat up again, holding his full belly, pointing the gushing god-cock back at him. “Cover me with cum, stud,” he ordered.

And so Jon did. Grabbing his still rock hard cock as his balls continued to push out his spunk. Gush after gush of cum sprayed all over Keith, soaking his hair, covering his faith, filling his mouth again, and after seconds covering all of his hot body. Completely covering him, and the floor around him with the white goo. Only after a couple of minutes did Jon finally stop cumming.

As he pushed the last bits of cum up through his shaft with his hands he looked at Keith, noticing he was at least as horny as he was before. He grabbed Keith face and made him look up at him. “And now we fuck.”

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