Stack is Stacked

[Londonboy]

Since it was the first week of college I, of course, found myself wandering the aisles of the campus bookstore hoping to find all of the items I needed for classes. It was strange being at a new place and not knowing a soul. I had traveled across the U.S. to attend this specific establishment of higher education and I was the only person from my hometown to ever be accepted. Certainly a boost to my self-esteem, but at the moment it just seemed lonely and depressing. I was having a bitch of a time finding the textbook for my philosophy class and was beginning to panic. A deep voice suddenly broke my concentration.

?Need some help there, sport??

I turned toward the sound and froze immediately. I was gazing at the face of Stack Winston, the most popular guy on campus. He was the quarterback, linebacker, or some kind of back for the football team and had a body that made you immediately think of sword and sandal films, Greek statues, or a very young and huge Lou Ferrigno. The guy was leaning against the row of books to my left and looking me directly in the face. He was wearing his letterman?s jacket, but I could still see the distinct bulges of the huge muscles in his arms, shoulders, and chest underneath. My eyes dropped to the straining buttons of his shirt and would not move back up to his face ? no matter how much I told myself it was bad manners to stare. I was too mesmerized by the way his jacket heaved up and down as the guy merely breathed.

?My eyes are up here, man.?

?Um . . . I?m sorry. It?s just that . . . well . . . I mean . . .?

?Don?t worry about it, dude. I get that a lot.?

?I . . . uh . . . I guess . . . you would.?

I was speaking without thinking ? something I never did. I was usually a thoughtful introvert who only spoke after contemplating an answer. I was so caught off guard by the fact that the senior that graced all brochures and advertisements for the school was standing just a few feet from me. I had certainly taken a second look at the college mainly because of his beefy picture on the cover of the introduction packet the recruitment office had sent me.

?What?s your name, gorgeous??

For most of my life I had been called beautiful and handsome. I knew, on some level, that the compliments were true ? I was about six foot tall and I had curly blonde hair that always seemed to fall perfectly. I also had an attractive swimmer?s build that seemed to cause lots of people to notice. But no comment up to that point in my life had ever had the impact of Stack?s words. The reality that he called me gorgeous made my face turn red and my cock begin to swell. I lowered the books in my arms to crotch level.

?Um, I?m Michael. Michael Thomas.?

?Nice name. Meeting you has just renewed my faith in the freshman class, Mr. Thomas. Here I thought there was no hope of anything worth writing home about and then I bump into all this deliciousness. Whatcha looking for??

?I . . . uh . . . need, um . . . a book for my . . . philosophy class.?

?Philosophy? Wow, brains to go with all the beauty. I just got all tingly inside. I bet you have old Dr. Horan. He?s tough, but a damn good teacher. I think I still have that book from freshman year. How about I drop it by your place tomorrow??

?Well . . . um, that would be . . . you know . . . swell. I could buy it from you.?

?Do people actually say ?swell? anymore? Don?t worry about money Mr. Thomas; it will be my gift to you. I like the fact that it will give me a reason to see you again. We might even find other ways for you to thank me.?

?Um . . . no, Stack. I insist that I pay you.?

?Hey, you know my name.?

I didn?t realize he had not shared his name by that point. I was too busy focusing on the fact that the biggest and most studliest of guys at my school was planning to lend me a book. His attention was also a little too much for me to handle. I could feel my legs getting weak and I was becoming a little disoriented. I simply shook my head in affirmation. The big man smiled and lifted his hand to his face ? using the big thumb and forefinger to caress the manly mustache this dark-haired angel had grown above his lip. It made him seem so much older than a senior in college. My head began to spin a little more as I stared at his beautiful features ? enhanced by the manly handlebar shaped fur.

?Where?s your room Michael??

?Um . . . Atlas Hall. Room 203.?

?Nice digs for a freshman. Your family must know someone. Appropriate dorm name for a big guy like me to visit, don?t you think??

?Yes.?

?See you tomorrow, Michael. Damn, you are one fine looking man.?

With that comment, the big hulking muscleman backed up the aisle, never taking his eyes from mine. When he got to the end he winked at me, blew me a kiss and then disappeared. I stood there in shock ? doubting any of this had just taken place. I reached up to grab hold of the shelf at my right ? hoping it would help to give my body some much needed support. It was a good ten minutes before I was able to move from my place in the bookstore. I could sense people moving around me, but my mind was solely focused on the interaction that had just taken place. I also needed a few minutes to let my raging erection subside ? it simply wasn?t used to being so close to so much muscle.

My evening of studies the next night was interrupted by a sudden loud knock. My heart skipped a few beats as I stood and walked to the door of my dorm room. I glanced in the mirror attached to my closet as I passed by. I had spent half an hour trying to figure out what kind of outfit would please the man now standing out in the hallway. I had decided to go for a preppy look and now I second-guessed my choice. I took a deep breath and then exhaled. At the same time I opened the door. The behemoth of my dreams stood before me.

?Hey bud, what?s happening??

?Um nothing, Stack. I mean . . . nothing. Um . . . what?s um . . . How are you??

I found it difficult to speak. Stack was wearing a gray t-shirt emblazoned with the name of our college and the material was stretching way beyond the expected limit ? trying desperately to cover the big dude?s muscles. It was like the guy chose the shirt to intentionally make me come close to passing out when I beheld his body. My eyes could again not stay focused on his face. I quickly took in the expanse of his massive chest and bulging arms. I clearly saw small gaps appearing at the seams of the shirt ? simply because the triple x shirt was not big enough to contain all of Stack?s hugeness. My breathing completely stop, I had no power over any part of my body. I was lost in a moment of lust.

?You gonna invite me in, handsome??

I could see that his lips were moving and I heard his voice, but northing registered - it sounded like I was two feet under water and he was attempting to tell me something from above. I was finding it hard to move my gaze from the clear outline of his gigantic pectoral muscles bulging underneath the material of his shirt. I had never seen a chest so wide and pumped. Well, not this close and all personal ? that?s for sure. I guess some of the guys online or in magazines were this big, but I was sure they were morphed in some way. What appeared before me was the real deal and it was causing me to have dry mouth and become speechless. I just stared at the guy as I moved to the side, giving him room to walk by ? but the guy could only fit because he turned his body sideways. Stack purposefully chose to let his chest face me as he slid into the room. I took a deep breath and licked my lips as his hardened nipples ? poking the shirt out like some kind of pornographic teepees ? passed in front of my eyes. I fell against my door when I got a glimpse of his incredible back, which pulled the material of his shirt so much that it was thin as tissue paper. I knew instantly that if the guy chose to flare out his lats, even slightly, the flimsy cloth would surely completely rip down the middle. I quickly regained control of myself and followed the big man.

?Nice room, Mr. Thomas.?

?Um . . . thanks.?

?What did you do to get in this dorm? Blow the president??

?No, I . . . um . . . I mean . . . my father kind of paid for the new gym.?

?No shit! Wait a minute. The whole fucking place is called the Thomas Center, isn?t it? That?s for your dad, right??

?Um . . . yes.?

?Cool. Aw, wait! The weight room is called Michael Hall. Is that for you??

?Yes.?

?Damn! I spend half my life there. You mean to tell me that every time I throw around some heavy weights and grow bigger I?m standing in a place named for you.?

?I guess so.?

?That?s sweet. Your gym has certainly helped me to get huge, man. I owe you a lot.?

?Well, not really. You don?t . . . um owe me anything. It was my dad . . . really.?

?I?m sure your dad would feel that any thank you gift I give to you would be like giving one to him, don?t you think??

?Yes . . . I think he . . . um . . . would.?

?And I think I?m gonna need to be thanking you for a long time ? to make sure I show you how grateful I really am. After all, I?ve grown pretty big.?

Stack was tensing his huge chest as he spoke ? clearly teasing me. I watched as the heavy meat rose slowly on the right side and then on the left. It was clear the guy had total control over every possible muscle in his body ? both pecs rippled beautifully to prove the point. My tormentor was staring at my face; as if he wanted to make sure his body entranced me before he moved the evening forward. This all registered in my subconscious and I smiled because I thought how impossible it would be that anyone would not be spellbound by the guy?s muscles. My gaze, however, stayed locked on the show being produced underneath his t-shirt. I was a huge sucker for mammoth slabs of beef and Stack was blessed with a chest beyond my wildest fantasies. His voice shook me from my intense gawking.

?I brought the book.?

He held up the exact text I was looking for and I nodded my head in silent thanks. He tossed the heavy volume on the bed and then grabbed my desk chair with one hand ? easily lifting it to the middle of the room and sitting down to face me. He glanced around the room again and then turned his gaze back to me, clearly knowing that my eyes had stayed locked on his giant body the entire time. He let his own eyes move up and down my entire frame ? meticulously, as if he were a doctor giving me a complete physical and I was totally nude.

?I hope you don?t mind me making myself comfortable, man. I thought you and I could spend some time getting to know each other. So, I?ll start. I like hot men and you?re the hottest thing to step on this campus in a long time. I get the distinct feeling you like big guys and I?m sure I?m the biggest man you?ve ever met. That means we?re like a match made in heaven. I think you should come over here close to me and we?ll see where the evening takes us. You?re like the honey this huge bear has been hunting for all year long and I?m going to go crazy if I don?t get a taste of you soon. At the same time I think you might enjoy exploring all the muscled parts of me.?

Stack?s words seemed to echo off the walls of my dorm room. I was trying desperately not to faint. I knew there had been a connection between us in the bookstore, but his honesty and forwardness still caught me off guard. The fact that he had nailed me as a lover of muscle was not a surprise ? he clearly saw the lust in my eyes and the outline of my hardened cock at my crotch. I walked across the room and stood in front of the huge man. It was like he was a giant magnet and I was a small piece of metal ? there was no way I could have denied the control he had over my body. We were staring into each other?s eyes and I got the feeling it was my time to speak.

?I . . . um . . . see you?re the master of the direct approach.?

?That doesn?t scare you, does it Michael??

?No, I find it flattering and refreshing.?

?Is there anything else that might . . . refresh you??

I said nothing. I reached up and ran my forefinger across his thick mustache ? marveling at how hard even short strands of hair could feel. It was simply amazing how power seemed to ooze out of such an ordinary part of a human being. But I was quickly learning there was nothing ordinary about this particular human, he was definitely beyond normal. My finger moved slowly and deliberately, allowing me to fully comprehend the intense masculinity that produced the beautiful love forest above his upper lip. The giant purred softly as my finger stroked his face. I sensed that both of us were fighting a profound urge to pounce on each other as if we were foxes let loose in a hen house. We were intent on making this moment last, fully intending to let the morning sun come up finding us fully awake and having lost count of our numerous orgasms. It was hard to imagine how I would be able to delay gratification being this close to so much muscle, but I knew instinctively it was the unspoken wish of the man beneath me. I continued to stare into his dark eyes, but my peripheral vision registered one of his huge hands moving to his crotch and adjusting what I knew was a growing substantial piece of meat. I smiled at the realization that caressing his facial hair could cause the big guy to shoot hard, but then I remembered that my own cock had turned to something similar to stone as soon as I felt the dense bristles. For the life of me I could not grasp why a little bit of stubble and upper lip fur coating made me so weak at the knees. Stack, of course, could sense how I had lost control of my entire body, just from sensations shooting through my one fingertip. This, in turn, sent the insides of his huge frame into a state of frenzy, as well. It was a vicious lust-filled cycle of exciting each other beyond our wildest dreams and we were quickly moving beyond the point of no return.

?Hmmmm, feels good.?

Even though Stack whispered, his voice seemed to fill the room like a fifty-piece orchestra playing a dramatic symphony. He could have simply read from the phone book at that moment and my cock would have still leaked pre-cum. My head got a little fuzzier as I began to fully grasp that I was exciting this huge beast in the same way he affected me. A sense of power began to well up inside of me ? a feeling that was completely foreign. The thick legs parted before me and I slowly moved forward, never taking my finger from his face.

?You like my ?stache, don?t you??

I merely nodded my head. I was so focused on the feelings rocketing through my body that I could not speak. I felt his solid heavy thighs press into the sides of my legs. I knew he wasn?t applying much pressure, but it still felt like I was wedged between two mountains. Even through both of our jeans I could feel the heat his beefy body produced, causing my own internal temperature to shoot up about ten degrees. I felt beads of sweat instantly burst through my skin - down my back and at my temples. All of this caused my stroking to pause momentarily and Stack took advantage of the hesitation. He parted his lips and lifted his chin slightly, causing my finger to pop into his mouth. His teeth clamped lightly on my knuckle and his tongue began to teasingly circle around my tip. My own mouth fell open a little and a faint moan escaped. The big man?s eyes never left mine. I watched his already chiseled cheeks indent even more as a powerful suction pulled me deeper into his mouth, even though I used all of my strength to fight its force. Stack was showing me that even his throat had strength beyond comprehension. I briefly worried that my entire arm was going to be sucked into his warm mouth. The pressure suddenly released and I knew what to do. I pulled my finger back slowly, making sure to run the tip back and forth across his bottom lip after passing his teeth.

?Just imagine all that suction on another part of your body.?

[1bigwoof]

You sure know how to set the scene and make the reader feel as if he were there. Thanks for continuing to share your talents. I look forward to the next installment!

[arpeejay]

Gulp!

More, please, and soon!

xoxo

Richard

[vlad]

WOW. I was just thinking about when I'd get a new story from you. Amazingly hot. Filling out a xxxl shirt like that...Stack is huge! I can't help but hope we hear more of his and Mike's encounter...stack getting naked, showing his strength, etc.

[maximum360]

wow, excelent, excelent!!

[mlbjock]

I think vlad covered my sentiments pretty well. Please excuse me as I go change...

[GoliathCA]

I've missed your incredibly sexy stories

[GTlifter]

Yeah as always just great londonboy keep it up

[wimpymuscles]

Excellent as always! Your stories have been missed!

[Mdlftr]

Wow! "Gulp!" And all that!

And I'm straight! But this makes me wonder whether "getting turned on is getting turned on" no matter the turner and turnee.....

I want to be Stack! XXXL shirts and all!

Dominant Alpha Male snorting testosterone and all that!

Woof! Growl! Arf! Ahroooooohh!

[Mad Dog]

Oh my stars and garters

[amauiguy]

Welcome back! It's great to see that you haven't lost your touch for building great characters and situations. Eagerly waiting to see where you take us with this.

[portamivia]

Oh, damn you, damn you, damn you, Londonboy! And yet: thank you thank you thank you, Londonboy. Let's do it again, soon. ;-)

[iceman75]

Yeah, man! I love how you even described his mustache as being powerful! If only there was a way to truly test that! Can't wait to see more out of you LB!

[kickrocksdeuces]

This is great!!!!!!

[silvershadow]

HOT DAMN! Thats all I got to say to that Geez made me horny wish my man wasn't sleeping haha! Hes a big sexy alpha male himself hee hee. Made me think of him.

[imfit]

It is always good to revist Londonboy's multipart stories. From beginning to end, his muscle descriptions and sexual tension pull you in and leave you wanting more.

[pizzadaddy]

ahahaha i love this, i have a handlebar stache

[graniteknighte]

I uhm... *gulps heavily and cleans himself off* I enjoyed this

[bigdave]

You're worthy of your fans. I like your stuff a lot. Please don't keep us waiting too long to know how the freshman gets along with the muscle mountain. It's gonna get hotter!