My New Pal, Pt 12

[BBMikeNJ]

Arn and I got into the outdoor shower so I could finish shaving him down for the contest tomorrow. I went thru eight Mach 3 razors getting the fur off his big legs. He shaved the hair off his forearms and pits, and when we were done, he stepped back and flexed.

"How do I look?" he asked me as he turned off the shower head. He looked like a superheavyweight bodybuilder in contest shape. He turned his back to me. "Check out these glutes," he said to me. His ass was rounded up high and thick, and when he flexed his cheeks, striations came popping out all over them. "Ripped to shreds, hey Joey," he said.

"Yes," I said, "God yes."

"Yeah," he said, "I can feel it when with my fingers." Then he reached back and put his hands on his glutes and started rubbing on his muscle. "You outta feel these cuts, Joe, they're tight as guitar string. Come here and touch them." I stepped over to him as he moved his hands away from his ass. HIs glutes were unbelievable. Not as massed up as Tommy's, but more densely packed with muscle fiber. "Go ahead and punch them, I wanna feel how hard they are. Take your best shot." I reared back and slammed my fist into his right glute. It was like hitting a wall. "You like feeling my strength, Joe?" he asked as he turned around, getting nose to nose with me.

"You know I do," I answered, leaning into him.

"You think bullets would bounce off this chest?" he asked me, flexing his cement-slabs of pec muscle into me.

"Aw, hell yeh," I answered, feeling his thick hard muscle ripple against me.

"How strong is Tommy now?" he asked. He had made a point of staying away from the gym, where Ken and I had been working out with Tommy, who had grown in strength and size in tremendous leaps.

"He benched 1000lbs the other night," I told him.

"I'll tell you a secret," he said, squeezing me tighter, and whispering in my ear. "I've got 3 times his strength."

I leaned my head back and looked at him. "You could bench...."

"3000lbs," he said.

"That's not...." I started to say.

"Possible?" he finished for me. "Care to feel my bearhug?" And he tightened his grip around me, his arms like two anacondas, and he lifted me up into the air. "Try and get out, boy," he said. My arms were pinned to my sides, and I felt like I was being crushed in a trash compactor.

"You could bench a ton and a half?" I grunted out, turned on by the thought of Arn's insane strength.

"For reps," he growled into my ear. I pressed my face against the side of his neck, and I could see why Marines were called Leathernecks. The skin on Arn's neck was the color of rich leather, and furrowed from years of overexposure to the sun. He was squeezing me so tightly that it was hard to breathe in, and even though we'd just showered, I could smell his masculine scent. His neck had some blond fuzz on it that I'd missed when I was shaving him. I put my mouth on his thick skinned neck and sucked on it, licking the fuzz with my tongue. I heard him groan.

"I could crush your ribcage like an old bird's nest," he grunted in my ear, and crushed me harder with his big arms. I felt some fear, as I realized he was telling the truth, but his power was turning me on so much that I had a raging hardon, pinned against his rock hard abs.

"Harder," I said.

"Yeah? You like feeling this grandpa strength, boy?" he asked. "I like seeing how much you can take." And he squeezed me harder.

"Aww god," I cried out, both in pain and in pleasure. I arched into him, and felt my cock slide up his freshly shaved ab wall.

"You think my arms are strong, you should feel the power in these legs. I should scissor you in my 36"quads, let you feel where Tommy gets his strength from."

"Aw, fuck, I love you, man," I groaned.

"That's right you do, but don't you cum yet, boy," he said. "Save that muscle jiz, and if you win that show tomorrow, I'll take you on a ride you will never forget. I'll get myself bigger and stronger than ever." He released his bearhug on me, and stepped back. "Might even let you pec-fuck these bulletproof slabs," he said, bouncing his huge mounds at me. Dexter Jackson would be envious of the old man's pecs. Their muscle density did make them look bulletproof. And they made the precum leak from my dickhead to the floor of the shower. "You hold that jiz in there, Joe," warned Arn.

"You're not making it easy, old man," I said, pushing on his granite chest.

Arn laughed, and said, "Maybe you're right. Maybe this will help." He grabbed the hose to the showerhead and lifted it off its holder, then sprayed me down with ice cold water. I gasped in air as my skin tightened over my jacked up muscles. Then he turned the hose on himself, and the cold water made his skin tighten up, too. Both of us looked crazy tight and shredded, our muscles rippling everywhere. "Go get some sleep, boy, and tomorrow we will wipe the stage with our competition."

I went upstairs and got ready for bed. I laid down in the extra mattress we'd put in Tommy's room, but I couldn't really sleep. I heard Tommy come in around 3:30. He stripped off his clothes and made the whole room smell like muscle sweat. "You awake?" he asked me.

"Yeah," I said.

"You jonesing for tomorrow?"

"Big time."

"You want me to suck you off?" he asked me.

"Arn said I should save it till after the contest."

"That's bullshit, man. I can see your hard as rock, and I need some of your paste to make me strong." He stood over me naked, stroking his cock, his huge body a massive shadow in the dark room. He put one big hand on my chest, pinning me to the mattress. He straddled me. "Try and hold back, fucker," he said, as he put his mouth on my engorged hardon. I looked down at his head as it worked up and down. I put my hands on his basketball-sized delts, and felt the ropey strength of the muscle heads. I thought of him doing seated dumbbell presses with the 250's, and I came in seconds. A big load too, I felt him gulping down rope after rope. Then he sat up and wiped the back of his mouth with his big forearm. "Nice," he said. "Now it's my turn." He sidled up toward my head, one 40" thigh on each side of me.

"Dude, you're crushing me," I said, pushing up, but not even budging, his now 375lb bulked up powerlifter teen body.

"Sorry bro," he said, and he leaned some of his weight forward onto his legs. His huge powerchest was so oversized that I couldn't see his head as he loomed over me. Just two jutting mounds of muscle. He put his hands on the floor above the mattress, and slid his hardon into my mouth. "Aww, yehhh," he groaned as I sucked down hard. "I'm so fucking horny, man. Cum's been building up all day, churning out of my big balls in buckets, I can feel it." He started bucking into my face. "Take my huge fucking load, bro. Take my protein and fucking grow. Aww yeh, fucking musclefreak powercum!"

He kept fucking my face, his pre spewing out, lubing up my throat, as the sweat began to pour off his bulk. I punched his sides just to hear my fists slamming into his beef. "Aww yehh, fucker, punch the cum right outta me, gonna fill you with it." Finally, he spewed like a bull, filling me so full I could feel the heat of his paste in my stomach. Then he rolled off of me, onto the floor with a thud. He stroked his still swollen cock as he stared up at the ceiling. "You ever get fucked up the ass?" he asked me.

"No," I said.

"If I wanted to, I could do it to you right now, you couldn't stop me."

"That's fucked up, man," I said.

He chuckled as he stroked himself. "I'm just saying. I bench more than twice as you can now. Be easy for me to make you my bitch."

"You're an ass," I said, and he chuckled again.

A few seconds passed, then he said, "You're hard again, aren't you?"

"Yes," I answered, as I stroked myself.

"Nice."

A minute or two passed, then I heard Tommy starting to snore. I looked over at him, and thought of him coming into the room at 400-plus pounds of powerlifting muscle, deciding to make me his bitch. His hulking frame moving me around like a toy as he challenged me to try and stop him. Then what it would feel like to have him pin me down and take me.

I came in about 20 seconds. Then I started drifting off to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day.

[Londonboy]

I simply bow down to the master. Here's the best compliment I know how give - I'm incredibly jealous of your writing. But please know I am VERY thankful, as well. You continue to satisfy in so many ways. Please, please, please continue.

[vlad]

Man, you push all my buttons. Everything I've been writing with my Ben Gets Huge stories is me just trying to emulate you, really.

[myoder]

give gramps more! Not enough muscle dads - and he's sounding pretty hot. And hopefully the hair will grow back...?
;-)

[xboy]

cool! :c ool:

[Mad Dog]

Super duper hot, as always. :3

[Kymuscleboy]

WOW!!! That was a damn hot chaper. Love the new take on "Gramps."

[GTlifter]

And now I have to clean myself up.

[mario2007]

Ditto, ALL of the above!!!

[WrapClampCrush]

nice... NEARLY DIED IN THE BEARHUG MAN!