Second service

by Marquis de Rent   

A man out for his Friday night carousing runs into his ex. He expects some casual sex but gets more than he thought.

It was our traditional Friday night beer night, at our usual gay pub. I would met with three or four friends to down a few beers, and then a few more beers, get tipsy, take the best leak of the week, and then finally go home, eating some greasy take away before falling into bed. I love those evenings; it’s the best way to blow off some steam, talk some shit, and have a great laugh. I knew all the patrons at that pub, so it wasn’t unusual that I’d hear someone shout my name to get my attention.

“Oh my god! Is that you Tony?!” I heard behind me.

I turned and froze. Half of me knew exactly who that man was; the other half refused to acknowledge it. Kevin Cox (yes, that is his real name. Kevin motherfucking Cox). My ex boyfriend. Not just any ex boyfriend...my ex boyfriend from high school. We were together from when I was 15 to when I was 20. Last time I saw him was 10 years ago, when I dumped him.

“Kevin? Oh my… I didn’t expect to see you here. It’s been forever. You … look great buddy,” I stammered.

He did look great, but the two main reasons were that my most recent memory of him was a 20 year-old acne-plagued boy, crying his eyeballs out so much that he had a running nose, and then shouting at me that “IcouldnotdumphimbecausehestilllovedmethatwasunfairandIwasacoldheartedbitch” with such force, his face red, veins popping out. So yeah, that alone left a lot of room for major improvement. The second reason was he did actually look great. He was a bit taller than I remembered, and had obviously been hitting the gym. He had beefy shoulders and arms, pecs showing under his tee, a tight flat midsection, and legs that stretched his jeans in an almost indecent way.

“Thank you,” he beamed. “You look amazing too. You even lost the little fat you had as a teen,” he said way too loud, putting his huge mitts on each side of my midsection.

Asshole. I did have a bit of chub around my waist 10 years ago, and I had gone to great lengths to get rid of it. I had even become quite athletic. Nothing like him, to be honest, but still decent. I smiled, trying not to show that he had hit a sensitive spot. But I’m sure he knew it. Kevin had been, and still was, extremely clever. Too clever for his own good, and for the good of others, since, as I had found out the hard way, he was a major sociopath.

When I started dating him at 15 I was on cloud nine. He was handsome, he had a goofy smile and a face so adorable, everybody found him endearing. That feeling tended to disappear shortly after you got acquainted with him, though. He hated people, he was a convinced misanthrope; he only loved books and sports. When I say sports, please understand I mean performance...his performance. He’d do track and field and swimming at a high level, and was obsessed with his results. At first, all his entourage was relieved that he came out and found himself a lovely, cute, popular boyfriend (me, obviously). But, as the only human he deemed worthy of his affection, I rapidly became one of his pet obsessions, and every means to keep me by his side was good. Over our five years together, he developed an eating disorder that he tried to force on me, cut me off from all my friends and shamed me about my body and my preoccupations that he deemed frivolous. And he dealt with our breakup the same way he dealt with anything not going his way: by throwing a major tantrum and being an abusive twat.

That being said, you’d think I’d punch that toxic, piece of shit in the throat and walk away. I would have, if it wasn’t for the following three key facts. One, it was ten years ago, and people change over the course of ten years (or so I wanted to believe). Two, he’s hot, and I try to avoid antagonizing thick, strong, hot, cute, thirty-year old men, since they might be mating partners, even if just for a night. Three, I’m really terrible at making decisions.

“I’d never have thought I’d run into you,” he said. “After all I did to you, I was sure you’d avoid me like plague.”

“Actually, I have been,” I couldn’t stop myself from saying.

“Ouch. Fair enough,” he laughed. “What are you drinking? I’d love to catch up with you, handsome!”

“Beer, obviously,” I said, raising my almost empty pint.

We downed many beers. Much more than I usually do. We talked about what we did over the last ten years. Where we both were in our lives now. And so on until it was well past midnight. I was halfway between tipsy and wasted, when I decided it was time to move on with my Friday night routine: peeing prodigiously, eating takeaway, and sacking out.

First, taking a piss. I don’t care much for bodily waste fluid evacuations but the Friday night piss, after a shitload of pints, is just the best feeling ever.

“I’m gonna go take a leak,” I said to Kevin.

“Same here. Lead the way,” he answered.

So, we went to the bathroom, I positioned myself on one of the urinals. He respected the bathroom etiquette by leaving an empty one between him and me. I heard him unzip and take a quick powerful piss. Meanwhile, I was struggling with my zipper, and my feelings. He was done before I had even opened my fly.

“Tony? Are you seriously that wasted?!” he laughed, getting behind me.

He reached around me and undid my fly, slightly pulling down my jean and reaching my underwear. He grabbed my dick with one hand, pulling on my foreskin so I could pee while the other hand steadied my hips. I lean back on his powerful torso and started releasing myself. Fuck that was the best piss of my life. As I emptied, I hardened between Kevin’s fingers. Once done I was painfully hard and Kevin gave me two slow strokes.

“I missed you Tony,” he breathed, in my ear.

The whole scene was surreal. But before long, he tugged my hard-on away back in my briefs, zipped up my jeans, and let go of me. I almost fell backward. He chuckled.

“Let’s go to my place.”

A few minutes later, we were back to his apartment. It was spotless and clinical. Everything was white; it wasn’t so much a preference, as an utter lack of décor. White neutral furniture, white sofa, white appliances—it looked almost like a fake space. The only sign of someone actually living there was the numerous and gigantic piles of books, DVDs, and CDs everywhere.

“First, shower,” he said, pushing me in the equally white bathroom.

He undressed unceremoniously and I did the same. As we stood face to face naked, I became very aware of our size difference. I watched us in the mirror on the opposite wall. I was almost 6’ and I kept myself trim. I worked out to be tight, strong and defined. I kept my body hair clipped short all over. My face is quite angular and I have clear, brown, unruly hair, a short three-day beard, and blue eyes. He was over 6 feet, his pale body naturally hairless, except for nice untrimmed bush above his big dick. His body would have looked soft but the muscle popping under the skin, and his perfect shape, gave a totally different impression, especially his shoulders to waist ratio. He looked intimidating and powerful. His face was clean shaven, with that still boyish look, and he had black eyes and his hair was a weird shade of dull black.

I was both intimidated and totally horned up. I was rock hard. He was all smiles and looked down to his slowly rising manhood. I followed his gaze and my heart stopped. As the magnificent dick hardened, I realized he was dwarfing me down there too. He must have been around 9 inches, and it was pretty thick, too. Last time I saw him, we were almost the same size down there. I couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous.

“Let’s get cleaned up, so we can get dirty,” He said.

We both hopped into the shower. The enclosed space made me even more aware of how large he was compared to me now. I was even still wrapping my head around how much larger he was, and that idea of growth got my engines revving. He pressed his body against mine, kindly turning me, caressing my ass, fingering me. I never loosened up that fast, and when he presented his cockhead on my hole, I was shocked to realize that the foreplay and hot water had me ready in a matter of minutes. He didn’t ask or say anything, he just grabbed me by the hips and entered me. We both gasped. I felt his bush against my crack, and before he could even do a single back and forth, I felt his grip tighten unbearably, his whole body shook violently, he almost tripped in the shower, I felt his dick pulse inside me and deliver a huge, burning load. I was dumbfounded.

“Fuck!” he cursed, “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck! Aw fuck,” he said, panting, “I’m sorry.” More panting. “Fuck you feel so good. Just gimme five minutes and I’ll be okay to go again. Fuck!”

He pulled out and we finished showering. He was truly vexed, his face was closed, and his demeanor much less gentle than a few moment ago. Still, I was somehow happy to see this relatively subdued behavior, instead of one of the tantrums he would have had years ago. I imagined his larger, stronger self having one of his outbreaks of rage that I had been familiar with, and my blood froze. He must have felt that I was drifting to a dark place, because he suddenly focused back on me, and pulled me in to cuddle and then thoroughly rinse me off.

Once out, he toweled me dry, and we moved to his living room, where we crashed naked on his couch and started making out. In a matter of seconds he was hard again. He grabbed lube, from god knows where, and lubed his hard, big dick.

“This time, I’ll make sure you get your fill,” he chuckled.

He laid me on my back, lifted my legs, and started aligning with my hole. He slid in without any resistance. I could not believe I took such a massive cock so easily. He adjusted his position on his knees in front of the couch, while I was flat on my back. He squared his shoulders, puffed his impressive chest, and started thrusting strongly at a regular rhythm. Kevin was always one for steady, powerful, unimaginative sex. And to be honest, I loved that strong and to-the-point sort of shag. Before long, we were both sweating heavily, and he had a maniacal smile on his face.

“I waited so long for this,” he growled, “I can’t believe it!”

He flexed one of his thick arms and the biceps bulged. My eyes were glued to this display of muscle, and I was almost drooling. His smile turned into a smirk and he lowered his arm so I could grab it and feel it. Had it been possible, my dick would have gone harder.

“I remember you had a thing for muscles,” he mused, between rhythmical thrusts.

I suddenly vividly remembered the day he found my porn-stash, filled with Hsmuscleboi drawings, photo-morphs, and bodybuilding pics. I love outrageously massive muscle, and when he found out, he gave me hell and made sure I felt like a deviant freak. Once again, he felt the uneasiness of the situation. His fucking slowed down to a soft, slow, back and forth, and he covered my body with his.

“I know I haven’t always been good to you. But don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you now,” he purred, kissing my neck.

I started freaking out inside, as I realized Kevin wanted back in my life. I wasn’t sure how to feel about this. I mean, he’s hot, and hung, and muscular, and a great fuck, but I wasn’t exactly planning on taking him back, and the mere idea of having to break it to him after sex was panicking me. He straightened, ready to resume his pounding.

“I actually have a surprise just for you. I know you’ll love it,” he said, producing a little bottle, filled with pills, from somewhere by the couch.

“Wait, how did you know we’d meet?” I asked, as he dry-swallowed pills from the bottle. “What the fuck? Are you taking drugs?!”

He laid one of his thick hands on my chest, stroking me softly and trying to calm me.

“This isn’t drugs! Seriously, you know me. I’d never take drugs. You’ll see,” he laughed, “And yeah, I might have forced destiny a bit. I had to have you back,” he said and smiled apologetically.

I felt rage, pride, affection, disgust, lust, and fear, mix inside me, but before one of those feelings took over, I noticed a shift in Kevin’s posture.

“Fuuuuuuuck, it’s coming,” he rasped, locking eyes with me, “enjoy the show.”

Kevin’s muscle started to grow. It was unmistakable. His size and definition were steadily increasing. That was just insane. He resumed his fucking and I started moaning, and he hit every spot inside me. What I saw was straight out of my wet dreams, veins popping on his body, feeding his growing muscles. His abs became more visible and his lats started to show. His pecs became more prominent; their shape becoming sharper and his nipples being forced down by the sheer mass of them. His shoulders widened again, and then so did his neck. He flexed his arms and I almost came. He was looking like a bodybuilder. His growth crested, and there was only fear and lust in me.

“So what do you think?” he asked cockily.

Fear finally took over, and I frantically tried to straighten on the couch, and hoist myself off of his dick. But he was fast, and before I could do it, he grabbed my waist and slammed me back on his dick. I let out a sharp cry out of surprise and pleasure.

“For fuck’s sake Tony! Calm down.” He scowled at me. “Seriously, I deserve another chance. I know I can give you what you need,” he said.

He produced another pill and dry-swallowed it too. He saw the fear in my eyes and as he resumed his thrust much more slower this time he talked to me in calm voice.

“I’m doing this for you Tony. I don’t like muscle, but I want to give you what you like. There it goes. I’ll be your muscleman Tony, and you could be my little worshiper,” he whispered.

His body resumed its growth, and Kevin picked up the pace as he fucked me. I realized his dick was also slowly growing inside of me. I gasped, the increasing stretching feeling was starting to be quite noticeable.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he kept rambling and growing. “I can’t believe I’m finally having you. After ten years,” he gritted his teeth, and his eyes started watering, veins popping on his muscular body. “I can’t fucking believe it. After you abandoned me for ten years,” he started thrusting harder. “Why you did this to me?!” and harder, “I fucking love you, and you dumped me!!!” and harder still.

Kevin was slowly reaching the size of an heavyweight bodybuilder. He was pounding me like a mad man. He didn’t care if I liked it or not. He was using all his strength, which was increasing alongside his size. His newly augmented dick had gotten me so loose, that the cum from the load he fired in me while we showered started escaping me. His grip was almost hurting me, and he was punching my prostate with each thrust. This was some major revenge fuck; he was abusive and insane. The worst part was that I had never been so turned on in my life. He flexed his arm, and the hypertrophied biceps swole, thick veins feeding the slowly inflating muscle. He started thrusting his dick at a vicious angle, each thrust forcing a sharp cry from me.

“Look what you made me do,” he growled. “I’m becoming one of those ugly freaks you like, for you. Fuck! I’m gonna be the biggest! You’ll never want to leave me once I’m done,” he smirked. “This is how much I love you.”

He laid himself on top of me, kissing me deeply. He was crushing me under his weight. His grip transformed into tender caresses. His pounding became less violent. He shoved my head in his pecs and flexed for me.

He straightened again and looked down on me tenderly, while still fucking me. The view was breathtaking; he was bigger than a pro heavyweight bodybuilder. He wiped the tears from his face.

“You’re not leaving me. Ever again,” he rasped. “You understand?”

I could only nod, and sob. I had no other option, or he’d hurt me, or worse. His face softened, and a genuine look of concern took over his face.

“Don’t cry baby. I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he said, wiping my face with his thumb. “Come here,” he said, standing.

He effortlessly carried me, still impaled on his dick. He hugged me against his massive frame. He was sweaty, burning hot and the stench of sweat was strong. He bobbed me up and down, like he was trying to comfort me but with more than 10’’ of dick buried in me, it made me gasp and tense in his arms.

“There, there,” he whispered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I did some work on myself, I’m better. I got better for you. I got bigger for you.” He started lifting me up and down on his dick building, a nice rhythm. “Hummmph, this is so good. You’re so small, and tight and I’m so big and strong. I feel like you could never run out on me again,” he laughed.

At that point, my common sense had checked out. I was following the flow and taking what was to enjoy in that glorious train-wreck. I buried my face in the thick pecs of Kevin, and reached around, grabbing his wide, strong, sinewy back, grinding my dick in abs.

“Aw baby, yes, you like it,” he said, caressing the back of my head. “I wasn’t sure I wanted to go all the way. But now that I have you in my arms, I know I have to do it.”

He popped two more pills and swallowed them. I braced myself. This time, I could feel the growth and see it. His temperature rose. He was radiating an unnatural heat and I could feel it from inside me. His pulsating rod was so hot against my tender insides. His whole body tensed. As the growth resumed, the muscle fibers started to show underneath his skin, each muscle getting more defined and more exaggerated. He kept on fucking me, the whole time, his dick slowly getting longer and thicker, hitting new places inside me and stretching me in ways I had never imagined. His neck got thicker than his head, and his traps rose and fattened almost reaching his ears. His shoulders thickened and were pushed apart by his growing back. The muscles were stacking on top of each other, pushing against each other. My hands and arms forced opened by his growing back and lats. His pecs were getting so huge that they started sagging ever-so-slightly under their own weight, but every flex would make them ripple with thick cords of muscle in mindblowing way. I could feel his abs fattening and the crevice between them getting deeper, almost swallowing my dick as I rubbed it against them. His arms got thicker, and he had to reposition them due to his growing biceps. The head split and new bulbous muscles would emerge. His triceps were insanely large and they made two-thirds of his arms almost thicker than my waist. And his forearms were now almost as thick as his biceps giving and insane silhouette. Underneath all that his legs had each reached a gargantuan size to support his frame. They were arched, forced apart by the crazy amount of muscle packed on them, his quad were massive, ripped and each micro movement he made to balance us would result in an insane display of muscle moving under his skin.

His growth finally stopped, and I would later learn that Kevin was now over 500 pounds of muscle. He started to lose the rhythm of his fuck, his thrust getting erratic. I knew it meant he was getting close. Over his pecs, I could see his face contorted by pleasure, eyes rolled back, and his mouth agape with drool trickling from it. I myself was in a daze, a mix of terror, lust and obedience, my body wrecked by the growing monster and the wave of pleasure sent by my devastated prostate, my mind shattered by bliss and abuse, my dick rock hard rubbing with abs that no human being should possess. I heard an unintelligible growl and my insides were once more flooded by the burning seed of this abnormally large man. This time it was an insane amount of hot cum filling me. The pressure and warm were so intense I unloaded too, a comparatively small load splattering on his abs.

Kevin was giggling, his whole body spasming and rocking under the strength of the orgasm. I could feel each spasm inside of me through his dick and my body followed his lead shaking and shivering in response like I wasn’t in control anymore. Well, I actually wasn’t in control anymore. Kevin slowly lifted me off his dick and set me down carefully. I was unsteady on my feet, weak in the knees, trying not to fall and not to let the cum inside me escape. But I was shaking and stumbling and rapidly cooling drops of cum were slowly running on the inside of my thigh. Kevin still hold me by the shoulders, dwarfing me. He was two and half times as wide as me, and the thickness was overwhelming.

“Let’s clean up and get some rest baby,” he panted. “We have big day tomorrow,” he explained, “I have to go clothes shopping, and we need to collect your stuff so you can move in with me.”

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