Super Dudes

[Mad Dog]

(This was an idea that arose out of an RP between me, muscl4life and Redkage.)

It was a Saturday. Josh Smith woke up in his apartment outside of campus and yawned, stretching his arms. That's when he realized something was different. He took a look over at one of his arms and his jaw nearly dropped... if it hadn't been stopped by his pec shelf. His arm was overwhelmed with brawn! Turning his head to look at the other one revealed a similar preponderance of muscle. He stood up... and up, and up. He was used to being 5'8", nothing to write home about. Now he was 6'4" and if the mirror on his closet door was telling the truth, he looked like he was over 450 lbs. of raw, rippling muscle. And his boxers he'd worn to bed, bless them, were stretched to almost the breaking point with his glutes, quads and what felt like a major endowment up front!

Josh was impressed, he just flexed and groped his muscles in order to believe it was really happening, and then he just gasped and moaned at the pleasure of his ultra hard muscles. It was then his roommate Kyle opened the door. "Shit, man...do you want to give me a heart attack?" The 6'tall swimmer didn't seem to notice the change, until he really entered the room and almost fainted. "What the fuck? Josh what happened?" The athletic swimmer gasped at the sight of his roommate.

"I... I dunno, man! I woke up and I was this way! I mean, shit, I can't even see below my pecs without a mirror!" he exclaimed, becoming panicked. It was true, his body was huge now. And with every step, the seams on his boxers seemed to rip some more. He was carrying a lot of stuff in them, after all!

Kyle gasped and rushed outside. "Moose...Moose...fuck dude, you gotta see this!' Kyle said as he rocked the sturdy 6'2 270 pounds muscular wrestler, who had looked quite solid, until the amazing transformation of Josh. "Come on, Moose!" Kyle said as he moved the huge body of his friend who had partied too hard the night before. The heavy fellow just lay there immovable and Kyle returned when he noticed Josh was actually stuck at the door frame of his room, but only for a second until he just ripped the thing off the wall. "Holy crap dude, watch out, the apartment is old, it won't hold you size!"

"Sorry, man, but there just wasn't any way for me to get out of my room without doing that! My shoulders are so damn big now!" he exclaimed, stretching out in the larger living room. "I mean... wow... I never dreamed anyone could be this big! And now I'm the one that's this huge!" he marveled, flexing his muscles for his own enjoyment, the boxers tearing some more as his cock started to get hard.

"Shiiiit Josh... your cock... it's just..." Kyle gasped as the full size of the beer can thick cock was revealed, the foot long muscle cock was veined and thicker than Kyle's wrist and continued to grow as the muscles bulged, the balls were bigger than lemons and they churned with all the cum inside them. "Fuck, josh... you're... shit, whatever happened to you...sure was worth it... you're the ultimate STUD!" Kyle said as he just dropped in to the couch and drank in the humongous view of his roommate.

Josh blushed. He was a pretty humble guy. He had to be, thanks to his previous size. Even now, he still didn't feel like a huge muscle stud. He was just a larger version of that bashful, young gay guy. "Naw, c'mon... I'm not that great..." he demurred, trying to cover himself up with his larger hands.

"Come on man... that size, those muscles, that cock, shit... I'd give anything to fuck you!" Kyle said those words and almost bit his tongue. "I mean... shit, dude. I know you must think I am crazy, but you've always been so cute and shy. I never tried any move on you because of that, but truth to be told... you're even hotter than all those muscle guys I've dated! So massive... so studly... so powerful... I bet you can lift a ton with just one hand!"

"No way!" Josh protested. "I mean, I'll admit, I look and feel pretty strong, but someone this size can't lift that much! I'll prove it, too. What around here weighs that much?"

Kyle looked at the immense sculpture made out of solid marble. It was a gift from his weird yet rich aunt and it was a weird Tiki-looking idol over 8 feet tall that had to be lifted by a real crane from the street. "Erm, what about that? It seems heavy enough but I bet your muscles can overcome that challenge."

"That thing, eh?" Josh asked, considering it. "Yeah, it could be that heavy... Let's see..." He waddled over to it (he hadn't counted on having to re-learn walking with his new thighs) and looked it over for a second before finding a place for his fingers to hang on to it as he gently tried to lift it upward. He fully expected to not be able to lift it an inch, which was why he gave a short yelp when he felt the statue fly up out of his grip and come crashing back down onto the floor, breaking into pieces!

"Keep it down," a voice rumbled. Chad, or Moose as his friends called him, finally showed signs of stirring. Moose was actually Canadian (hence the nickname), their age with shortly cut blond hair and blue eyes. He was rather big, built like a powerlifter. "Grr....dammit," Moose said frustratingly, unable to go back to sleep as he pushed himself up and rubbed his eyes. "What the hell are you guys do..........ing." His mouth dropped open when he saw his roommate... or at least, his roommate's head on the hulk's body.

Kyle just looked at Chad's amazing body and then back and Josh. "Shit, Josh, you're so huge you make Moose look like a skinny guy, even skinnier than you were back then! Shit... this is weird... what the hell happened to you? This kind of growth... it doesn't happen naturally, not to mention your cock! Fuck... it's just crazy!"

"I know, man... but like you said, I can't complain!" Josh waddled over to Moose, who was only two inches shorter but almost half of the bulk of Josh's new form. "Wow... I never thought I'd be looking down on you, let alone weighing more than you! You okay with this, Moose?"

"Y-yeah," he gulped, not used to seeing someone both taller and bigger than he was. "So...what, you just woke up and you were already super huge like this? Shit, man, you make even the pro bodybuilders look tiny! And...did you throw that?" He pointed at the remains of the Tiki Josh had played with earlier. "Fucking unreal!"

"Yeah... guess I don't know my own strength," Josh blushed, rubbing the back of his head and causing his bicep to burst into strength.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Kyle exclaimed, trying to make some sense of this. "You said you just woke up like this. And you definitely didn't look like this when I saw you go to bed last night. Was there anything that happened inbetween going to sleep and waking up in the morning?"

Josh thought real hard about that. "I don't remember anything after I fell asleep last night, actually. No dreams or anything. I don't know the truth behind any of this... maybe I should try to find these other guys... maybe they know something I don't..."

But while Josh was saying that, something seemed to draw his attention away from his roommates. He could... sense something, he didn't have another word for it. There was something out there he was drawn toward. "I... I gotta go, guys..." Josh muttered. Without even really thinking about it, he went over to the apartment's window, opened it up and... jumped out of it! Living on the third floor, his roommates were in hysterics until they saw Josh actually floating through the air, flying away!

In the back of his mind, Josh was freaked out. He was fucking FLYING! In the air! Outside of an airplane! And he was gloriously naked, as he finally noticed. He blushed and hoped no one could see him from below. He flew high up into the air, going toward that sensation he felt.

Before too long, he touched down on a grassy clearing on what appeared to be a tropical island. There were already some men milling around... men built similar to himself. As time went by, more and more of them touched down from the sky, huge, handsome, naked men of all colors! And they were all as confused as he was. What they were able to figure out was that they were all 19 years old and completely gay. The impossible-to-ignore boners they started throwing when they saw their naked brethren strutting around made that abundantly clear. Another was that they all appeared to be from different countries. United States, France, Mongolia, Brazil, Zaire, Iraq... over 200 muscular young gay guys, each seeming to represent their homeland! And even though most of them spoke different languages, they all seemed to understand each other quite well. They came in different sizes, but they all appeared to be quite more muscular than the norm. Josh appeared to be somewhere in the middle when it came to size. There were guys that were shorter and had ripped, strong, defined, athletic bodies that would do well in any bodybuilding contest and there were guys that resembled living mountains of muscle that were over 7 feet tall!

They all seemed to share the same passion for justice, however. They quickly learned they all seemed to share the powers of super strength and flight and, apparently, indestructibility, although each one seemed to have his own personal, unique powers. It wasn't long until one of them made the comparison between themselves and superheroes. That got some laughs, but also made them all think. Maybe they were superheroes. They took a vote and it was unanimous. They would all use their powers to protect their own sovereign nation, and they would form a brotherhood between all of themselves.

They held a press conference a few days later to a stunned audience the world over. They had all managed to clothe themselves in spandex briefs with each boy's country's flag on the front and back. Thanks to their full buttocks and nearly overflowing genitals, however, the flags appeared very stretched! They chose Josh as their spokesperson. He told the press to call him Mr. USA. It was a naming convention they'd all agreed on, there was a Mr. England, a Mr. France, and so forth. And they were here to protect and better mankind.

Mr. Dubai happened to be the son of a filthy rich oil tycoon, and agreed to build them all a marvelous headquarters on the island where they had all met. They couldn't make themselves look any smaller or more ordinary, so having secret identities was out of the question. The whole world would know they were... Super Dudes, as the group collectively preferred to be called. With a smile and a wave, they all fly away from the press conference, leaving the world baffled by the sudden appearance of over 200 young, superpowered gay boys. Could they really change the world?

(Hope this gets some bites! Just a few guidelines I'd prefer to be followed, though:

I'd like it if each hero were somewhat representative of his country.

I'd like it if different heroes were given the spotlight in different chapters, maybe with them meeting up with heroes from other countries.

For their superpowers, it'd be neat if they were muscle-related, but whatever you think is cool is cool.

Growth is welcome, although let's not have giant 1000 ft. tall giants right away, please.

I was thinking maybe their new huge endowments and lust for huge cocks up their butts would make it a given that they would date amongst themselves. :3)

[CelticMuscle]

Originally Posted by Mad Dog

(This was an idea that arose out of an RP between me, muscl4life and Redkage.)(Hope this gets some bites! Just a few guidelines I'd prefer to be followed, though:

I'd like it if each hero were somewhat representative of his country.

I'd like it if different heroes were given the spotlight in different chapters, maybe with them meeting up with heroes from other countries.

For their superpowers, it'd be neat if they were muscle-related, but whatever you think is cool is cool.

Growth is welcome, although let's not have giant 1000 ft. tall giants right away, please.

I was thinking maybe their new huge endowments and lust for huge cocks up their butts would make it a given that they would date amongst themselves. :3)

If you are going to have a Mr. England, then you need to have a Mr. Wales, Mr. Scotland and Mr. Northern Ireland as well! Perhaps a gay MP (of which there are several in the Commons)

[Mad Dog]

If that's what you want, then write it. :3

[Catchit]

Originally Posted by CelticMuscle

If you are going to have a Mr. England, then you need to have a Mr. Wales, Mr. Scotland and Mr. Northern Ireland as well!

Actually, the country is called 'The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland', so strictly speaking, you just need Mr UK, or Mr Great Britain. Mr Ireland would be a separate dude.

[redkage]

Are we seriously having a geography discussion here? Why not make a hero who can split into 4 people or something for each part, and they can merge back into the huge Mr. Great Britain. That should take care of your needs well enough i think.

[rextorres]

Oh, man! I LOVE superhero stories! But, I'd rather not get started on this, cause I might get carried away! Great job, Mad Dog!

[V.R.Goh]

When the newly minted Super Dudes returned to their island headquarters, the discussion turned to the subject of costume design. While everyone agreed that the less-than-modest briefs did proudly display their impressive physiques, something more modest would have to be worn when working on saving their individual countries. This became more obvious as Rasul, a.k.a. Mr. Morocco, informed the non-Muslim Super Dudes about the wardrobe restrictions stated in sharia, or Islamic law.

Then, a figurative light bulb went off. Henri, who was still adjusting to life as Mr. France, was watching the local news when he found an article that caught his attention. He used his telepathic powers to tell the others about it, and how it could solve their current sartorial situation. According to the reporter, the debut of the Super Dudes sparked the emergence of a new area in fashion design: superhero wear. Designers from all over the world were practically fighting to get their individual country's superhero to wear their costume design. The only common factor they all had was that every costume was based on the flags of the heroes' respective homelands.

Now, the solving of one problem raised another question: which superhero fashion designer would be blessed with having his/her country's superhero wear his/her design?

[muscl4life]

Well, this idea is indeed super hot, so here's another chapter, which MAd Dog didn't know. I hope you guys like it.

Super Dudes

What are the odds? by muscl4life

“Yeah…you were right, we’ll have to pay the insurance fee, because we totally trashed this place.” The strong, incredibly deep and ultra masculine voice carried such a compelling kindness to its basso profundo tone.

The marvelous wooden cabin in the beautiful Sitka islands sure was destroyed because of their humongous muscles. The doorframes, walls, windows and pretty much every piece of furniture were broken, destroyed by the sheer combination of humongously overdeveloped monstrousness, so far limitless strength and unstoppable horniness.

“Well, I told you we’d better take this outside, but did you even hear me?” Another equally tremendous masculine voice replied before they started making out again, even after a whole night of wild dripping wet super manly sex their bodies still felt the unstoppable need to please.

“Like I was the only one more worried about getting the best fuck of my life! Especially in our honey moon”

The onyx behemoth flashed the blindingly white teeth in his overwhelming smile, the ultra ripped 670 pounds of his veined muscles carried in the humongous 6’10” tall. The width of his shoulders rivaled with the thickness of his deltoids, the sheer size of his arms and pectorals showed the whole world that Aaron Banks was no longer the same famous Jamaican male supermodel.

Even before those same hazel eyes, the thick juicy lips, the incredible facial bone structure on the impressive handsome black man of sinuous sensuality dazzled designers, editors and fashionists all over the world, but just overnight Aaron grew 8 inches taller and 480 pounds of ultra densely hard muscles that are not only bullet proof but totally resistant to the most extreme weather conditions.

“You do get a point there, Mr. Jamaica.” The Nordic muscle monster chuckled because he knew pretty well that his newly husband still didn’t get used to such pompous nickname.

“Cut the crap, Tyr, you know it’s only you and me here…let’s cut the Super Dudes crap okay? Isn’t it enough to read in the headlines that “Mr. Jamaica to marry Mr. Sweden in Stockholm”?”

The 7’3” tall short haired blond bearded muscle bear stood up and carried the ebony smoothness of his husband in those colossal arms of his 830 pounds. Unlike Aaron, Tyr has always been a rather average built guy with icy blue eyes and very pale skin. Before that Super Dude transformation he was just a 6’6” tall 166 pounds which was very thin for his height, but his styled clothes and cool look gave him a very attractive figure.

“Heh, you’re just Mr. Olsen for me, Aaron” The blond muscle bear had a golden coat of thick hair covering the right parts of his humongous physique, giving him such an breath taking alpha male look.

“I thought we had agreed in being Mr. and Mr. Olsen-Banks.” Aaron asked with a teasing tone.

“You can call me whatever you want…” Tyr said as they kissed again.

It was still hard to believe that happened in the span of three weeks, not the fact they were changed, but especially they have done it together! What are the odds for that?
They both worked for the fashion industry before the change struck their lives, at only 19 years old, Aaron was already one of the most famous and requested male supermodels in the world, while Tyr was just an assistant photographer, but it didn’t help them to fall in love, even before the Change. Sure, it was not easy to get much time for their relationship in their overbooked schedules, but then again it only made them enjoy every single moment with full intensity.

The night he changed, Aaron was in Milan modeling for the Fashion Week but unfortunately Tyr had a very important job opportunity in Japan, so they would have to wait for the next opportunity to get together. The Jamaican handsome lad worked all night long at the end of another gig, getting back to his hotel room at nearly 3 in the morning, he still tried to phone his boyfriend in Japan, but he didn’t answer, so Aaron finally surrendered to his own exhaustion and collapsed at the king sized expensive and very comfortable bed.

Banks woke up at once, his heart beating accelerated, his skin was all sweat, for some unexplainable reason he paced, it was like he had ran all night long and yet, he felt better than never, like he could just go run the marathon. The muscular lad felt the usual morning bladder pressure and went for the bathroom but when he faced the wall sized mirror of his hotel room the Jamaican model almost passed out. His once athletic, feline muscular body had grew humongously huge, the muscles were enormous, the size of his deltoids met the thickness of his neck forming the amazing mounds of muscles that now made his head look so small. The size of his chest and biceps always got problems to find jobs because they were “too big” his proportions, but now it was just unbelievable huge, the long muscular legs now looked ridiculous massive, the powerful striations of the muscles dancing and bulging with the slightest movement.

Aaron gasped once again as his cock got hard in a matter of milliseconds; the model always had to be very careful about adjusting his prodigy endowment before walking in the runway, because sometimes his huge sized cock turned him an exotic dancer with really expensive clothes, but now it was just impossible huge, the veined body and the gargantuan uncut head reaching nearly 2 feet in length and nearly 10 inches around with balls that neared the absurd so humongous they became.

Except for the beautiful dreadlocks in his head, there was no other all over his smooth and super veined body, the muscles bulged and flexed as the impressed model tried a few commercial poses, noticing his modeling carrier could be in jeopardy but he couldn’t care less, he just needed to touch his perfect self.

It was then that Aaron heard a horrible sound, like the whole building was falling over him; the super massive guy flinched but he quickly noticed that the sound wasn’t as close as it seemed, in fact, it could be a hallucination, but Banks knew he couldn’t just stand there, the muscle monster just managed to wrap white his bed sheet over his humongous physique and went for the fire escape reaching the streets in less than a second, although he was at the 25th floor.

The heavy traffic of Milan was not prepared to see a nearly 7’ tall heavily muscled behemoth wrapped in some kind of toga running down the street much faster than any car could go, even if the streets weren’t so clogged. Aaron noticed his speed was increasing exponentially, his muscular body creating havoc and chaos as he passed each time faster by the ancient streets of that historical city, so the musclebound monstrous young man just jumped higher, understanding that he was also capable of flying in an even more astonishing speed.

Before Aaron could even ponder why he felt the need to run away like that, an image formed before him, and the sound he heard for the first time matched perfectly. There was a small city not far from there, and the medieval church would not resist the upcoming earthquake, falling over hundreds of tourists inside. Aaron didn’t ask how he could know such things; he just knew he had to fly all the way to the local before it was too late.

His towering figure was enough to draw attention, but he didn’t get the tourists to get out of the building before the earthquake happened, in a matter of seconds, the ground was shaking violently, the ancient walls could resist much longer, so Aaron did what needed to be done, he just projected a powerful telekinetic field that covered the interior of the church, while several thousands of tons of history fell over them.

People screamed in horror, but they were safe from being crushed, although now they were buried under thousands of tons of rubble, the darkness encumbered their senses until Aaron managed to bring light back by inverting the direction of his field and lifting the amazingly heavy cargo from the ground like it was indeed very easy, his flying power soon lifted the mountains of rubble of them, the sunlight never felt so better for the almost victims.

Aaron heard they were cheering, but he knew he couldn’t celebrate yet, there were many others who needed him so desperately. It was then he saw an equally massive fellow lifting the huge rocks to rescue people underneath him, he had tanned skin and dark brown hair with strong manly rugged features and square jaw line.

“It’s okay I can handle here, head to the west, there’s another ancient church there!” The handsome man only wore a black Speedo that poorly managed to cover the massive salami between those pillar sized thighs. For one instant, Aaron wondered how could he understand what the guy was saying if he clearly didn’t speak Italian, and the brunette muscle freak didn’t speak to him in English.

Suddenly, from over the skies Aarons saw several massive men rescuing the victims of the earthquake. Some were using the sheer strength of their muscles, but other had really cool tricks like amazing blowing strength or laser vision to destroy the obstacles to reach the victims. For the first time Banks felt that whatever changed him and those other guys, happened with the purpose of making super heroes out of them all.

Thanks to the efforts of 5 other humongous muscular guys, the region was saved from a worse tragedy, because all the people had been rescued and no casualty reported so far. Aaron smiled as the other massive ones approached, they came in all sizes and colors, but albeit such variety they all presented the same characters such as uncanny muscular development and handsomeness but also a noticeable anxiety given to the fact that none of them had the slightest clue about those uncanny events.

“Hi, I am Aaron…” Banks shook hands with the tall dark haired hugely muscular lad that he met before, their handshake felt so energetic, Aaron could just see in his mind that Giancarlo was a meek 5’3” 120 pounds archeologist until the previous night, and he woke up today as the mountainous 6’3”540 pounds of tremendously hot Italian beef.

“Nice to meet you, Aaron, that’s a nice trick you did to get my name before I even said it, I hope you can teach me one of these days…” The handsome man replied and it made Banks go red.

“I sure hope so too, I guess I’ve got some mental powers along with all this muscle!” The Jamaican muscle monster grinned as he shook hands with four of the guys: Luis, the 6’8” 600 pounds mustached muscle monster from Portugal; Karl, the red haired 6’6” 670 pounds muscle wonder from Austria and the black haired, green eyed porcelain skinned twin muscle monsters Adrian and Anghel from Romania, their equally hulking figures towering at 7’tall even both weighing 750 pounds of super hard muscle.

All these hulking young men were dressed in some poor excuse for clothes, trying theirtrying their best to conceal the humongous cocks; towels, bed spreads, even leather underwear, but truth each attempt, although honorable failed horribly, as they used their muscles or their many wondrous abilities, their cocks broke free from their weak prisons. Now there were 5 naked humongous men and none of them seem embarrassed about that.

“How is it possible that we are all understanding each other? I can only speak Portuguese…” Luis asked Aaron who just laid a gentle hand on the thick shoulder of his fellow muscle dude.

“I guess we are all speaking some kind of common language, for me you sound like you speaking English, while Karl might hear both of us just as comfortably as he was listening to people speaking German to him.”

“Well, that’s pretty handy, although when we look the way we do, these muscles do all the communication work huh?” Giancarlo said as he flexed his huge body and immediately Luis and Karl started worshipping his hairy bestial size, the trio just flew out of the place, since there were so many officers and witnesses to their muscle worshipping.

It was then Aaron remembered that someone was missing. “Erm…wasn’t there a sixth guy helping us out?”

Adrian and Anghel were already making out with each other, but the latter just broke their kiss for one second.

“Hell, yeah, that guy was sure a hot superhero…He said he would take care of the rubble to make sure the city gets ready to be rebuild, it’s very noble of him.” Anghel grinned as Adrian pushed his face against his twin and they both ran into super speed to take care of their growing passion.

Banks waved his head “I guess our common weakness is the super libido…” The Jamaican muscle monster said as he devised the humongous bulk approaching another giant pile of rubble. Even from the distance Aaron noticed that was the biggest guy he’d ever seen.

“Erm…Hi there, I just wanted to thank you for giving us such a great help…” The blond massive body was completely naked as Aaron, the graceful butt cheeks were so huge and hard they flexed and created a dance of muscular fibers.

“I am sure you did, Aaron.” The deep voice was so deep and yet soothing, but at the same time he sounded familiar.

Aaron blushed “You must be a telepath too huh? At least I'm not the only one with such gifts…”

“Oh, I don’t know if I am a telepath, but I would definitely recognize your voice anywhere.” The humongous body turned around and Aaron started gasping, his vision was filled with the most amazing man ever. He was so wide, so thick and muscular with the green veins wrapped around those insanely huge muscles, the blond fur covered the body but it just made the muscles look even bigger, the chest was a vale of muscle, the arms were mountains of manly strength, the shoulders stood so high, the deltoids and neck merged into a monstrous amount of manly flesh.

There were two crowns for such imperial muscle man, his cock was just an alabaster monstrous obelisk of manhood, reaching 30 inches long and 14 inches around, covered by golden pubes, but the most amazing detail on that behemoth was his face. It was rugged, virile, and yet young and fresh, the features were strong and divine; the thick blond beard only gave him a godlike look.

It was then Aaron noticed a tiny spot on the right arm, lost at the immensity of the super massive biceps of that freak, there it was a simple arrow pointing up, but the Jamaican muscle freak knew it was the same Nordic rune that he came to know so well in the recent time. The symbol for the awareness awakening, it was no other but.

“T-Tyr? It’s…you…I mean…it…is you…it HAS to be you…please.” Aaron just gasped and stepped back as the humongous man approached.

“You better believe it, dude!” The glorious juggernaut chuckled as he just wrapped his massive arms and carried the heavy body of the shocked Jamaican freak into the air, gaining impressive heights in just a second.

Aaron left his questions for after their first kiss, he never felt better than this morning when he found out about his powers, but even that impressive feeling had to second the powerful catharsis of that most improbable coincidence.

“H-h…I mean…W-what…I mean…do you know what happened?” Aaron asked as he recovered his breath after two long minutes kissing his huge beloved nonstop.

“Heh, beats me…it was my third night in Tokyo, I went sleeping and woke up like this!” Tyr flexed the same tattooed biceps with his personal rune, which now looked so tiny at the 55” inches of such powerful monster.

“You look amazing, honey!”Aaron grinned; he looked at his beloved boyfriend and kissed him again with the same passion, but this time Tyr just interrupted their kissing for further explanation.

“Because of the time difference, my change happened a few hours before yours, but it was very hard to adapt in the world at my new size, I just broke everything on my room, even my cell!”

“Yeah that explains why you didn’t answer me, but that’s okay I won’t get mad with you for that, my huge muscle bear!” Aaron grinned as he punched the incredibly hard pecs of his super massive boyfriend only to find that both of them really enjoyed the impact.

“Well, when I found out about my powers, I just needed to tell you, so I tried to fly to Milan, but none of the companies wanted to take a half naked muscle monster, it was then I realized I could fly and took off right from the airport! You should have seen the look on the air traffic controllers!”

“So, when you finally arrived you also had that weird feeling that something bad was about to happen?”

Tyr nodded his head “Actually, I felt like you were calling me there, which was a very weird thing because I knew you were in Milan, but I am glad I could help saving some of these people.”

Aaron blushed as they both felt their humongous bodies were so hard and hot for each other, their love now wanted to experiment the super strength and the magnificent things they could do.

“You think we could take a break from saving people to catch up with our love life?”

Tyr just moaned as he rubbed the soft furry golden face against Aaron’s smoothness.

“I don’t know, you’re the one seeing in the future, why don’t you tell us then?”

“Well, all see in the next hours is a huge white cock fucking a hard and marvelous chocolate ass…Does it make any sense to you?”

“Heh, it makes perfect sense!” Tyr said as they both flew so fast they seemed like a flash of light.

[philat99]

Finally took time to catch up on my reading. Your story is really enjoyable. Nice to read something positive and heroic.
Mike

[Mad Dog]

I was speaking to someone who didn't know that this was a continuous story, so I'll issue a reminder: yes, I totally, completely want other people to add on to this! I don't really have another chapter in mind, I was hoping the community would write more of it.