Bull’s gene

by Opin

Dean goes on a date with Henry, a huge professor, whose strength exceeds every expectations…

Added: 22 Aug 2020 Updated: 16 Jan 2021 7,376 words 11,475 views 4.5 stars (12 votes)

Jump to commentsMore like thisPermalink

Being a college student in a small town sucks. Especially if you’re gay. There are not too many places—bars, clubs, etc.—to begin with, but the online dating sites also show only one or two hot men in my area. And if they’re fake or just don’t answer, well, that’s my luck.

Okay, I admit, I have a very specific preference when it comes to sexual taste. I like older, muscular men, let’s say between 30 and 60. The more muscles, the better. I never really found guys my age attractive. I’d much rather have the muscle daddy types. If he’s hairless, then it’s a bull’s eye. Well, there were not too many of that type of men around here.

After about half a year of college I decided it was time to scout in the bigger city that was about 3 hours’ drive away. I logged in my profile there and found the selection way more interesting. I started chatting with a few guys, but I needed a firm date before actually taking the 3-hour trip there.

One day, this guy called “bull435” as a nickname, caught my attention. He had only one picture, a really huge, wide back, on his profile. I usually prefer profiles with face pictures. You can have as many muscles and weight as you want, but if I’d have to put you a shopping bag on to cover your face first, then it’s just not gonna work. But I thought, what the heck. His stats were promising: age 45, 198 cm tall, 125 kg. I was myself 190 tall with an athletic build, so anyone who was taller than me immediately got my attention. And asking for his face picture right away might not get me anywhere. So I started by sending him a few shirtless pictures of myself and asked if he could also show me something more.

A few hours go by and my laptop beeps that certain kind of ringtone. I luckily have a room for my own in the appartement, so there’s no way anyone else would hear it. I was reading an article for an essay I’m writing and was somewhere else with my thoughts, so I clicked with an automatic boredom on the tab of the dating site to open the message. The bull has answered.

“Sure,” he said. “You are a quite fine lad yourself.”

“Lad”? I thought to myself. Wow, this guy must be old-fashioned, didn’t expect that. I clicked on the attachment and was not disappointed. A massive, brown-haired, round faced, shirtless, bearded man was striking a double biceps pose for the camera that was placed below him. This angle made him look even taller than he was, as if he’d burst through the ceiling any moment. His arms were bulging in both directions, seemingly about as big as his head. I saw a few shadows of his bulging abs around his belly. He was not slim, on the contrary: a lot of muscle was packed on and around his stomach, creating a beefy but very athletic built. I already forgot about my article and wondered, how this man can look so beefy but athletic at the same time. As if he could be either of it, depending on his mood. I looked at this picture a couple of minutes, when another beep came from the chat.

“Do you like what you see?” he inquired.

“Oh, yes, you are very much my type,” I replied. “It’s impressive what you have built up. Congrats!” I like to start off with a compliment. That sets the other one in a good mood, being more likely to go on an actual date.

“Thanks. I have to pay attention though, it could get out of hand.”

I was confused. “What do you mean?” But there was no answer right away. What could get out of hand? Is he using steroids? In that case the worry would be understandable. I got back to reading, but this guy really tickled my mind and I couldn’t focus. I wanted to know more about him. After about 5 minutes he wrote:

“Well, you wouldn’t believe it if I told it to you in chat.”

This confused me even more. Is he playing some game? I got really curious about this handsome colossus of a man. I don’t like endless chats, so I got to the point right away:

“In that case, you have to tell me about it in person :) Would you be up for a date?”

I got a little nervous. Maybe I was too fast. I hoped that I didn’t scare him away with being too direct.

“On your profile it says that you are not from the city. Are you going to be here over the weekend?”

Well, I haven’t planned anything yet, so I might as well make a trip and have some fun time there.

“Would you stay at my place?”

Wow, that went fast, I thought. That would make things a lot easier, and even if it’s not a match, I can just go and take the next train home. Or go cruising in a bar or something. So what’s the harm?

As I was looking up how much a train ticket cost, the chat beeped again:

“I mean, we don’t have to, if you’re not into sexdates. But I really find you attractive and instead of grabbing a beer somewhere in a crowded gay bar, I’d offer you one in my house :)”

Things couldn’t have gone better. Here’s this huge man, wanting to invite me in his house and jump right into bed. Finally. My penis started to tingle just at the thought of it. It has been long, since he got the taste of a real man!

“Thanks for the invitation! I will gladly visit you at your house :)”

In a few seconds he wrote me back:

“Great! :) :) :) I’m really happy to meet you.”

We agreed that he will pick me up at the train station. His house was somewhere in the suburbs, so it the best if he just took me there with his car.

I smirked. This weekend is gonna be good, I thought. I didn’t know what impossible fantasies were going to come true with a god-like muscleman…
I stepped out of the train. The bull told me that he would look for me on the platform, so I wouldn’t get lost in the busy central station. I figured it would be easy to spot him with his height and physique. Boy I was right. I barely turned my head to the right and I spotted a big tower sticking out way above the sea of people surrounding him. The crowd, like water around an island, parted its way to get around his broad body and met together after a long detour behind his huge back. Our eyes met and with a smile, he started moving towards me. He was like a massive freighter in a narrow river of passengers. As he got close, I noticed that he wore a very big and loose shirt, covering up his whole mass. He was big without question, but in his current outfit one couldn’t tell whether he was muscular or just beefy. I could even make out a bulging belly under that shirt. All in all, he made the impression of a very big, slightly balding middle-aged man. He smiled at me and shook my hand. His palm was astounding huge and warm. With his size and kind aura he was radiating a special kind of hotness, an impression of a nice giant, buried deep within his somewhat unfashionable look.

“Nice to meet you,” he said. “I’m happy you got here all right. I’m Henry.”

“Nice to meet you Henry, I’m Dean.” He was still holding my hand in his palm, not letting go, letting me feel his warm and tight grip.

Henry led me through the busy station, breaking through the crowd slowly, but steadily. His big body was not bothered by the mass of the people, he was easily stepping forward without having to go around anybody. As I was walking behind him, I noticed that the back part of his baggy pants was really big. The fabric was not tight, but it had a lot to hide. His buttcheeks were moving up and down at every step, one at a time. I had to think about Mowgli of The Jungle Book, who was riding on the back of Balu the Bear, bouncing at every step of his. I was sure that a person could easily travel on Henry’s outwards bulging butt, but I didn’t dare to ask it… yet.

We got out and got in his car. He was driving a big SUV, although it seemed that he had to squeeze himself even in this model. I had the feeling of being very little in Henrys regular environment. Maybe this was how short people felt around me?

On the way we introduced ourselves a little. Henry was a professor and researcher at the local university on the faculty of Biology. He’d bought a house recently, because he felt too crammed in any city apartment.

“These new buildings are just not designed for people my size,” he said. “If we had a nice downtown from the turn of the century like they have in most big European cities, we would have these bourgeois apartments with a ceiling height over 3 meters. I would fit in there, but not in these cells that they call rooms. So I decided to build a house for my own… needs.”

“Wait, you built a house yourself?”

“Well, I had a few experts around me who told me where to put what, but I did most of the hard work.”

“Wow, that must have taken years to finish! You sure are dedicated.”

He just shrugged his big, round shoulders. “It would have been done in half a year, if I could’ve found those experts more easily… it’s difficult to find reliable architects around here…”

And he gave me a lecture about how people are unreliable in this field. I couldn’t really focus on what he was saying, as I was imagining this giant lifting up one concrete block after another, not tiring out during the process. I know it was impossible, but it still sprung my penis into a considerable bulge. I quickly grabbed my pants and set my junk back into a less noticeable position. He caught a glimpse of that and just smirked and I saw a big twitch under his shirt. Did he just flex his chest? Or did it happen from shifting gears? The air in the car slowly filled up with a mix of a nice cologne and some manly musk. It was a hot summer day and his shirt started to get deep traces of sweat.

“Sorry, the car’s AC is broken,” said Henry as he licked his gleaming lips. His sweat was trickling down his freshly shaved, XXXL-sized neck. He pulled down the window. “But we are gonna be there in 10 minutes.” After that he put his big hand with a smooth casualness on my leg and squeezed my thigh. I was so mesmerized from this giant man that I got a boner in a few seconds. All I wanted to do is to discover all the meaty secrets his clothes were hiding. This man was powerful and gentle at the same time, which sent me butterflies in my stomach.

We pulled over at the driveway of a house that I thought was a three-story building. Looking at it further I realized that it has just two stories, but with a ceiling height big enough to fit two old wooden wardrobes on top of each other. It certainly was a house for someone who wanted to brag about his money or just really liked having a lot of space between his head and the ceiling. As Henry got out of the car, I understood how this man had to bend his back in every ordinary building and that he wanted to be able to stretch out his full mass in his own home. We made our way into the hallway and from there to the living room. Suddenly I felt like a little kid again. Everything, even the furniture was in proportion with the size of the house. On the couch I could’ve laid down and spread out my limbs in all directions without reaching any end of it. I was not used to having so much space in a private house, but I certainly liked the feeling.

“Look, I’ve just been to the gym. Let me take a quick shower. Make yourself comfortable on the couch. Turn on the TV if you want.”

I nodded and set my backpack aside and hopped on the couch. The trip was a long one and it felt good to lay down a little and stretch out. As I was looking at the ceiling, the picture he sent me popped into my mind where he was photographed from below and looked like his head was close to the ceiling. It must have been an optical illusion, right? If a man my height would stand on my shoulders, it would still not be enough to touch it. I grabbed my phone and looked at the picture again. Yep, this is the room… But it indeed looks as if he would be close to bumping his head into the ceiling. Strange…

About fifteen minutes later he came back from the bathroom. He’d switched his clothes to some cargo shorts and a regular t-shirt, which allowed me to finally examine his physique. I certainly liked what I saw. His buff body was definitely packed with more muscle than fat. His shoulders were incredibly wide. His chest was bulging forward, ending in two downwards pointing nipples that almost pierced through the fabric of his t-shirt. His arms were naturally bending away from his torso because of the meaty muscles packed on them. The relaxed fit of his t-shirt still held the true definition of his arms hidden, but judging from his massive shoulders I was sure he had muscles on them. The belly was still visible, which gave his body a kind of strongman touch with a powerful core. His hips were very wide, revealing a bulging, meat-packed butt that was formed out of two huge muscle globes. I caught myself staring intensely at his body, almost dropping my jaw. He just laughed it off and hopped next to me on the couch. “So you still like, what you see? I’m glad.”

“Are you kidding me?” I replied, watching his gargantuan, hairless thighs spread out as he sat. “You look absolutely buff! But why do you hide it with such big clothes?”

“Well,” he slapped on his tight legs, “I can’t really go like this to the university. It would draw too much attention.” He smiled, as he twitched his big pecs, this time definitely on purpose. I just couldn’t stop staring. I could have done anything, just to slap one on those gorgeous pecs of his.

Luckily he didn’t let me wait too long before he grabbed my head from the back and pulled in for a sloppy kiss. He immediately made his way with his surprisingly broad tongue into my mouth, filling it almost completely. His tongue was so big, I thought I would suffocate, but I slowly regained my stand as I started licking it around with my own. He bit my lips a little, his short blonde beard tickling my nose. He had absolute control. From the moment of his first touch I had to give myself completely in to his radiating power which tolerated no resistance. My hand wandered on his leg that was tighter than iron to the touch. As my hand slid across it, the skin above the hard muscles just seemed to have no end in any direction. He pulled me over on himself, so that i kneeled over his thighs. Actually I was kneeling on his thighs, as they were too wide in both direction for my hips to stretch over them. The fabric of his shorts was filled to the limit, as it would take a single flex of his leg muscles to tear it apart. From this position I had the chance to put my hands on his bulging chest before leaning in for another kiss. They gave in to the pressure and I could massage the two bowling balls of meat as I let him penetrate my mouth again. Suddenly something other than his arms lifted me slightly off of my place. His bulge was getting bigger and as he pumped some extra blood in it, he easily lifted me off a few centimeters.

The next thing I know is that he pulled off his own t-shirt and threw it away. I did the same. Finally the sight of his upper body got free and I had the chance to examine the consistency of his meat. The most interesting part for me was his stomach. It was definitely round, not flat, but one could still make out the silhouette of the abdominals. To the touch it felt just as tight as the legs. His skin started to glisten overall again. I started to rub his belly, searching for a week, softer spot, but it seemed that it was just as packed with pure muscle as anything else on his body. I started to realize that Henry has maybe absolutely no fat and all the roundness comes from the muscles that just need space to take for themselves…

“Punch it!” Henry told me with a challenging tone in his voice.

“Are you sure?” I didn’t want to hurt him or anything.

“Yes, just do it!”

I gave his abs a light push. It felt as if I would punch an unbreakable wall. “Stronger!” he commanded, filling up with lust. I punched again and again, building up my strength, but his stomach did not even bulge a little bit. My strikes got stronger and stronger every time, always getting more momentum, but it felt as if a child would try to punch a hole in a sandbag. Henry got fired up: “Yes! YES!!!!” He grinned and seemingly enjoyed the demonstration of his thickness. After a minute his whole body was drenched in glistening sweat. Even with my strongest punch I couldn’t make any visible impact on his rock hard stomach. After my last try I stopped and panted from exhaustion. He laughed loud in my face and pulled my head right into his soaked wet cleavage. He clearly won, not that I had a chance to begin with. I could feel that this man’s strength is on another level. I was lost in an endless bathe of muscle, sweat and skin. He was still laughing with triumph and did not let me go off his chest. The sweat started to fill up in his cleavage, which I began to drink, as a kind of consolation prize he gave me. His salty body fluid endlessly filled my whole mouth and I had the feeling of never being thirsty again. After a minute, as I wasn’t able to drink anymore, I rose back up from his chest, mesmerized from the experience of his show-off.

“Wow,” I panted, “that was… amazing…” The words just blurted out of me, I couldn’t think clear. The big man was also short of breath, but he was seemingly enjoying his superiority.

Henry was also breathing heavily, with every breath raising his huge, rock-hard belly higher.

“Just give me a minute. It’s getting really hot in here.” He was right. The room temperature and humidity rose in the room. He was dripping sweat everywhere. “When I get hot, the whole house gets heated up. If you keep me arousing like this, I will make the whole house a steamroom!” He laughed and grabbed me below my armpits and took me on his stomach, as if I wouldn’t weigh more than a pillow. I almost slipped down on his extending, sweaty skin. He took a really big breath, raising me together with his huge abs about 20 centimeters in the air, then he exhaled, creating a smaller air turbulence in the room. The hot air got blown on the plants near the window, moving their leaves as in a strong summer wind.

While he was getting himself together, I took the chance to massage his round, slippery pecs. They didn’t fit under my hands. On the bottom where his breasts contacted his belly, I could slip my fingers under his chest. My palm slipped in deep till the end of my fingers. It was surprisingly warm. I rose with my hands his breasts, releasing a flow of sweat trapped under his muscle pecs. As I lifted the meat, hot air escaped with a certain rough, manly smell. He watched me caressing his chest, licking lustily his salty lips. Then he grabbed my head and pulled me in for our second kiss. It was even more demanding than the first one: he basically penetrated my mouth with his wide tongue. The fluids of his sweat from his lips and of his saliva mixed together in an irresistible puddle of life in our mouths. We spent the next few minutes knotted together, exploring each other’s body while not even coming up for some air from our kiss. We didn’t need it. All we needed was smelling, tasting, touching the other.

“You are one reeeeeallly fine lad,” Henry said with a smile on his face, after a length time that felt like a perfect eternity.

“Oh, I almost forgot! I offered you a beer, didn’t I? Still want some?”

I raised my head, still feeling dizzy and seeing stars from the overwhelming sensual experience of his large, soft lips and the touch of his slippery globes of muscle on his chest. I completely forgot about time and where I was, as my whole world was filled with the giant of a man in front and beneath me.

“Sure, why not,” I answered. Actually, I was torn between my new carnal addiction of exploring every angle of Henrys bulging muscles and wanting to learn more about his personality. We were both very much turned on by each other, but I wanted to see whether we can also talk with each other. Boy, if only I wouldn’t be distracted by his huge figure!

I wanted to crawl down from his rounding abs, but Henry quickly took one of his tree trunk arms behind my back and pulled me to him as he pushed himself up from the couch. He held me in a tight grip, pressed towards his still wet chest. He was standing with his almost two meters height, holding me as I was sitting on his bulging belly, my legs separated by its roundness and hanging down both ways, my head floating unusually high above the ground. The fact that his house had large proportions and that I was held in the arms of a big man like I weighed nothing, indeed made the impression on me as if I was a little kid again. Naturally, I tried to wrap my hands around his back, but I didn’t have the slightest chance to completely reach around it. To the touch it was hard as rock and cold from his still dripping sweat, which was creating a nice contrast with his heat-radiating front side. I suddenly felt safe from all the harms of the world in his protecting grip.

With loud thuds accompanying his heavy steps Henry made his way to the kitchen. He opened the door of his fridge that was even bigger than him and grabbed two bears in his large palm of his free hand. He gave me one and popped the other open. Then he looked at me and raised the can:

“Cheers, handsome!”

We drank a few sips of beer.

“You sure are quiet. Are you feeling all right?”

“I’m feeling fantastic!” I replied with a little tremor in my voice. “I’m just still mesmerized by how…” I really had to take a few seconds to try to find the words for the breathtaking impressions of the last few minutes. “… amazingly hot, nice and gentle you are!”

Henry chuckled and squeezed me with his strong arms. “Stop it, you make me blush!” He actually got a little red on his cheeks. “I’m just glad that you took this whole journey on you and took the time to see me! You are a very handsome young man, absolutely my type, and my gut tells me that we are going to get along with each other very well!

“I will take your gut’s word for it!” I said with a wink and giving his belly a little push from the side.

He smiled contentedly. “So… you like my muscles, right”? he asked with a wicked smirk.

“Liking them is an understatement!” I freed myself from his grip and slid down on the floor. The fall was bigger than I expected. Was he… slightly bigger than before? No, it must be an illusion, I thought. Maybe he has some slippers on? I looked down on his feet, but he was standing barefooted. Man, those feet must be at least size 47 or bigger!

A looked up and continued, carefully examining every curve of his bulging physique. “I am absolutely wild for big, strong men like you! I could stare at your stunning body for hours! … You are perfection itself.” I blurted out these last words as if I was hypnotized.

Suddenly I realized my unconsidered bluntness and looked up to his face, fearing his reaction. To my surprise his grin just got bigger. Apparently he was just waiting for this kind of astonishment. He rose his arms into a double-bicep pose, spreading his lats into proportions I was not prepared for. As if his body was hiding all those muscles and would be waiting for the right stimulus to show itself in all of its glory. A heavyweight bodybuilder could easily hide behind his broad stature. I reached out for his bulging biceps and tried to squeeze them, but my fingers obviously couldn’t budge the meat, not even a little.

“Damn, how often do you have to work out for this?” I pounded his bicep with my fist. It didn’t move. I have never met such a massive man as Henry and at this point I was really curious about the strength of a meat-mountain like him.

“Well, about once a month.”

I flinched and looked perplexed at him. I thought I misheard something. “What? Once a month? Stop joking around!” With a smile on my face I playfully tried to push down his arms, but there was no sign of these muscles giving in, no matter how hard I tried.

“I’m not joking. I’m just not supposed to train much more than that.” He let his arms fall. A single, big, pulsating vein running along his bicep made itself visible.

I raised an eyebrow. “Is it about the thing you didn’t want to tell me in the chat?”

“Exactly.” He took a sip of his beer and looked up, contemplating, as if he was considering, what and how much to tell. “I have a certain… condition. I usually don’t tell people about it, because they wouldn’t believe me. Or they would want me to prove things, which is certainly not my goal. It would just stir up my life way too much, and I like simplicity.” He looked at me and saw the confusion on my face. “That doesn’t make much sense to you, does it?”

“Still a little foggy,” I admitted.

He sighed, his breath entering my nostrils and filling my lungs with his delicious air. “Well, what the hell. I suppose I can tell you, as you will probably not believe it anyway. Worst case, you just think of it as a fantasy and it gets you turned on, which is not so bad at all.” He flashed me a smile and picked up my tall body as a doll and raised me with no effort over his own head, placing me on his neck. Seeing big chested man had always been my favorite position anyway. The look of the round pecs, like smooth melons filled with meat, practically begging me to caress them always made me lose my head. To my delight, his muscular gut just added to the roundness of the sight.

He pulled out his phone and started googling something. Then he showed me a picture of a black bull, like one you can see at the Spanish toreador games. The only difference was that the animal was endlessly packed with muscle, every single strain sitting on his body like a huge bag. His legs were monstrously huge, with thighs that spread out in every direction. He was definitely twice the size of his regular brethren.

“This bull has a certain gene triggered in his system. It occurs extremely rarely, about 1 time out of 10000. Do you know how muscle growth works?”

“I know the basics, yes.”

“Then you know, that it has mainly two components: First you destroy the muscle by exercise, then your body repairs it so that it will be slightly bigger than before. But how much extra gets packed on every time you damage it, depends on your genes and certain enzymes. This bull’s body has an extended limit of repairing the damaged tissues. In other words, his body overestimates the amount he has to replace the old muscles with, resulting in an unusually fast muscle growth. Can you follow me?”

“You mean, his body doesn’t know how much new muscle it should generate, so it causes an overdose?”

“Basically, yes. Well, this is the kind of condition that I also have. At least I assume it. I don’t know about any other human who would have it, thus it is not confirmed yet, but this is what I’m researching at the university. I research the bulls’ genetics, respectively. I haven’t told anyone about my assumption yet because I don’t want to be anyone’s lab rat.”

He looked up at me, waiting for my reaction. I was just staring dumbfounded down at him with an open mouth. I thought I was dreaming, as this was absolutely unbelievable to me that this huge man just fulfilled one of the craziest muscle fantasies one can have.

“This is why I can’t work out that often. You see, I have never even trained in a gym until about one year ago. Even without doing any sport, I was at a very satisfying 100 kilograms, packed with muscle. Then I started experimenting on myself a little. After one regular workout my body just wouldn’t have stopped growing, repairing those muscle tissues at an exaggerated rate. After one week of that one workout I weighed 5 kilograms more. Five kilos in one week!” He stroked his hands on his upper body and proudly cupped his own chest, pushing the muscle mass together into two huge mountains with an endless valley between them. His bulge started to rise in his pants, pushing the fabric of his cargo shorts outwards. He was getting hot of his own body! It almost sent me flying down unconsciously from my position.

“It also takes me forever to lose muscle mass. A normal man would lose his gains after some time. The body wants to shift back to its regular state, after all. Well, not mine!” He laughed and slapped his smooth muscle belly. The sound almost hurt my ears, but his stomach seemed to be immune to all impacts. “It took me one whole month of avoiding any sport and eating less than I’m used to, to get back to my regular 100 kilos.”

He adjusted his crotch that seemed to give him no rest, filling his pants even more.

“You know, a bull can get only as much exercise as he is confronted with. It doesn’t use weights or equipment to damage the muscles more than it naturally could. The muscles eventually get used to the exertion and simply not get damaged any more, thus stopping the growth process. But a man like me, who can always pack on more weights on the rack, can keep on damaging the tissues, thus setting no assessable limit to the growth. Well, in theory, of course. I worked up myself with almost no effort to my current weight of 125 kg, but packing on any more would just draw too much attention. And it’s not necessary for my research to reach my limits. Currently I’m trying to define it by examining the genes in the lab. It’s much safer that way. After…”

He abruptly stopped explaining and grabbed his still bulging package. He reached a point where his fully pumped erection actually caused him discomfort in his now tight cargo shorts.

“Excuse me…” and with that, he zipped down his pants and grabbed his fully erect penis. It barely fit in his hand with its width of almost two tin cans. It was not only wide, but also around 25 cm long. He let it fling out of the shorts, pumping it full with blood. “… Better.”

Henry grabbed me again under my armpits and took me back to the ground. “Now, why don’t you help daddy relax a little?” As I was standing, his cock was throbbing at around my belly button. Hearing him call himself daddy immediately flipped a switch in my head. I bent without hesitation down to his giant manhood and took it into my mouth, with the one and only desire to please the giant in front of me. I was still processing the mind-blowing facts he presented me about the secret of his inhuman proportions, but I let him take control over the situation. If I’m a good boy, he will reward me with some further demonstration, I thought.

I realized that taking his cock with my mouth would be more of a challenge than I thought. I obviously didn’t fit, no matter how I tried. I took all the spit in my mouth and lubricated the whole thing together with the help of both of my hands. My work was pleasing Henry, who let out some delighted grunts. He was caressing my head with his big, warm palms, pushing my head slowly but steadily to his penis. He wanted me to keep trying and take it. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and ended up sucking on his cockhead. “Good boy!” he moaned and started pinching his own nipples. “Come on, worship your daddy”

His precum started dripping in my mouth. My jaw was stiff from the work it was doing and I just felt the liquid steadily pouring down my throat. After some time his penis started leaking pre like a faucet and my gag reflex had to engage in order to save me from suffocation. I released the cockhead out of my mouth and let it keep dripping on the floor. For a moment I thought that he was already cumming and the fun was over, but apparently it was just his precum and it didn’t seem to stop soon. I looked up at him and couldn’t really embrace his whole stature towering over me. His face showed a content, wicked grin.

“You got some serious case of blue balls there!”

He laughed heartily. “Oh, I can bathe you in my juice if I want to, young man,” he said and throbbed his cock, releasing a spurt of cream onto my face.

I licked my mouth. “Now that’s a sight I want to see! Can you cum a lot?”

“Well, I almost flooded the bedroom once. Man, I had to clean for hours after!” As he said that, his dripping became more intense. Just thinking about it made himself leak even more.

“You’re joking, right?” I asked, watching the puddle on the floor getting even bigger.

He picked me up once more and placed me on his shaft. With all my weight, his cock didn’t even budge.

“What do you say about breaking a new record?”

Henry instructed me to go out. I thought that we would head to the bedroom. Instead, he led me to the gigantic front door we came in. It didn’t really make sense to me. Maybe he has a kind of sex dungeon in his basement? I looked up at him as he walked out to the front yard, wearing nothing but his cargo shorts (he’d zipped it back up, but the upward facing bulge was still clearly visible) and his sneakers. He locked the door behind him and took a few steps down the stairs, looking into the sunny sky. His stature was an incredible sight. Anyone who would’ve walked by his house would have stopped to stare at the over two-meters-tall muscle giant. Was he… taller than before? Or was it just some optical illusion because he was bare-chested? Without his baggy clothes hiding what he had in store, his glistening, hairless mass was sticking out in the suburbs, like something that clearly exceeds any normality. The streets were empty at the moment. My heart was racing. I wanted to just jump onto his broad back. Would he even notice? Or would I just slip down the slippery mountain as he is too broad to get any grip on him?

As I was wondering about all this, he turned over to me. “Are you ready to get somewhere undisturbed?”

I raised an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

He flashed that wicked grin again to me, which made me skip a heartbeat. “I have plans with you, young lad. But for that, we have to get away from here. I now a place not too far, but the way there may be a little… rough for you. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

“I still don’t g…”

To my surprise he grabbed me mid-sentence, raised me without effort from the ground and cupped me in a tight hug to his chest. He buried my head into his wet cleavage. For a short moment I thought of protesting, but I was very confused of the sudden action. Besides, I felt on the firm grip, that I wouldn’t even have the chance to move an inch against his will.

“Let’s leave quickly,” he said, my whole body resonating from the nearness of his deep voice.

What was he planning? Did he want to just casually walk out the neighborhood, half-naked, while holding a college student face-to-chest to himself, like a baby? I was so perplexed yet aroused at the same time that I just gave in to his meaty hug, not caring if anyone sees us. If anything, this experience was already worth the trip.

Little did I know, that the journey just began.

I couldn’t see anything, as my view was completely blocked in all directions by his pecs. I kind of felt my whole body moving, or rather sliding a little on his skin, as he probably changed position. The next thing I felt was a sudden sink in my stomach, like on a roller coaster. No… rather like at the takeoff of an airplane. I felt the ground disappear from under Henrys feet. It was an insane thing to feel, as it was the last thing I expected. I heard a constant, loud “swoosh” sound around my ears, although they both were filled with wet pec muscles from both sides. Fast moving air was irritating those small parts of my body that were not completely engulfed in his tight hug. I wanted to raise my head a little, but he pushed my head with his giant palm to his chest. Even if I suffocated this way, that would have been a nice death.

About half a minute went by, when I felt that sinking in my stomach again. He tightened his grip even more, almost pushing myself into his cleavage. He could have probably made me disappear in there if he wanted. Then, after a rough landing, Henry was still moving forward, with his whole body shaking around me. I heard a loud “thud” at every step he took. Apparently he landen on his feet and kept running to decrease his speed. His tempo was crazy. He moved his legs in rapid succession, as no human ever could. Finally he managed to slow down and finally stop.

He released me from his heavenly prison. The air felt almost cold as I left his warmth-radiating body. I felt somewhat dizzy after the “ride”, not being sure, what exactly happened. We were standing somewhere on a steep hill in a forest.

“Did you… what… what did…” I stuttered, hardly finding any words. As if I didn’t dare to articulate what I think happened, because it would sound so extreme and unbelievable, when spoken out loud.

“I brought us here so we will be far away from peeping eyes.” He was panting heavily, with every breath blowing air through my hair.

“How did that exactly happen? Did you… fly?” I blushed over my shyness.

Henry laughed heartily. His voice echoed through the woods, the wind carrying his booming sound further away than of a civil defense siren. His stomach got pulled in as he chuckled, revealing deeper clefts of his abdominals.

“Well, I’m not exactly an airplane. I can’t control my flight mid-air. But my legs are pretty dense and allow me to leap as far as I will. I wanted to come to this area because here we can go on with our…” He twitched his pecs again. “…record attempt here.”

I tried to process what he said. This giant of a man, this manifestation of pure manliness himself, seemingly effortlessly jumped with pure muscle power of his quads out of sight of the city. I turned around to see how far away the suburbs are where we came from. The mountain where we stood seemed to be the only one on a huge plain field. I could see the shimmering silhouettes of what may be the edge of the suburbs on the horizon. The nearest building must be at least 20 kilometers away.

And what was that record attempt again? Last time he said that I was sucking his mammoth cock, bathing in his precum. He said that he could produce as much to flood a room easily… After this feat of strength I started to believe him. But what would come next?

Contact webmaster about this storyReport a problem with this storyPermalink

More Like This