The Hiker

[V.R.Goh]

This is a Random Act that I had posted some time ago. Credit to Londonboy, as this is inspired by part four of "Unbridled Domination." I wanted to continue this and let others pitch in.

Disclaimer: This story involves two or more fictional characters in adult situations, which may include consensual sex. As fictional characters, they are immune to HIV/AIDS and STD's; you are not. Any similarities between the characters portrayed here and actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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It was about noon on my first day here at the state park, and I realized that I needed this vacation more than anything. Camping out here, where the nearest form of "civilized" life is miles away, is the best way to recharge my batteries. I was fortunate enough to be able to know how to live off of the land, hunting and gathering my own food to survive. The only kind of food I brought that was reminiscent of my life in the city was a week's worth of coffee and my stove-top coffeemaker. I may be able to live off of fish and local berries and such for a week, but breakfast has to either be or include a cup of coffee. I was so engrossed in the sounds of the birds in the nearby cypress and oak trees that I almost didn't notice a strange noise emanating from somewhere in the woods. I doused my campfire and, grabbing my flashlight and my walking stick, I ventured into the woods to investigate.

As I hiked through the woods, the chorus of nature was punctuated by what sounded like an animalistic grunting. It was too high-pitched to be a bear, not to mention too rhythmic. The closer I got to the source of the sound, the more I realized that this was coming from another human. So much for being the only human for miles, I thought as I came upon another clearing. This one, which stood roughly 150 yards from my campsite, was set up similar to my own. A fairly large tent was pitched near the fire pit, while a cooler sat near the tent. On the opposite side of the fire pit from the tent was someone who was possibly the biggest man I had ever seen.

If I hadn't seen this guy with my own two eyes, I wouldn't have believed that someone that big could exist outside of a work of fiction. He must have been about six-and-a-half feet tall and at least 300 pounds of muscle. What turned me on even more was the fact that, not only did he not seem to have a shred of fat on him, but he also didn't have a muscle-gut. I never was a fan of those muscle-guts, preferring guys with massive pecs and small but drum-tight waists. This guy had it all: arms that dwarf my legs, legs bigger than my waist, a chest that was probably as big around as I am tall, abs that could be used to grate Parmesan cheese, shoulders and lats that make him too wide for doors, and enough definition to function as an anatomy chart for some high school's biology class. My cock, which measured an average six inches when erect, stood at attention.

The beautifully buff beast was pumping away on push-ups, hardly a challenge for such a monster, when he paused. He stood up and, in one quick motion, hit a front double biceps pose that made my cock start throbbing even more. He smiled a proud grin, obviously pleased with his body of work. I leaned forward, as if to get a better look, when my presence was made known by a snapping twig that I stepped on.

"Who's there?" his rich, baritone voice said to no one in particular. "Come on out. I only look threatening." I slowly walked into the clearing, making my presence known.

"Uh, sorry for being nosy," I began, "but I heard you working out and, quite frankly, I got curious."

"Well, you know what they say about curiosity," he said, his voice vibrating through me. "I'm Sean." He held out a meaty paw, thoroughly callused by what I assumed to be long hours at the gym. Can I just call you 'god?' I thought.

"Malik," I said, introducing myself. I shook his hand, nearly floored by the amount of control he had over his strength. I was convinced that, if he wanted, he could have snapped the bones in my hand like carrots.

"Malik, huh?" he said, tasting my name. "If my Arabic is right, that means 'king.' That's a good name."

"It was my father's idea," I explained. "Before I was born, he had converted to Islam. I never did take to it, but we have learned to live and let live." I didn't tell him that the reason I didn't "take to it" was because of my father's virulent hatred of white people. It was the main reason he converted to Islam, which he saw as "the true religion for the Black man." We "have learned to live and let live" because I haven't spoken to him in ten years.

"So, Malik," Sean said, "I take it that you like what you see?"

"Is it that obvious?" I asked, embarrassed.

"It was when you were talking to my pecs," he quipped while bouncing his massively muscular pec-meat. I turned even redder than I was before. "You gay?"

"Bi," was my laconic response.

"Close enough," Sean said. "Go ahead, cop a feel. I won't bite unless you want me to." My hand tentatively reached for his massive arm. As I groped the thickly-muscled appendage, Sean flexed it until a sharp peak formed at the apex. While one hand explored his bulging biceps, the other was getting a hold on his right pectoral. It was like touching granite that has been wrapped in silk. I was awestruck by how huge he was.

"Oh my God," I said softly, blown away by Sean's beefy arms. "I've never seen a guy as big as you up close before. How strong are you?"

"Those arms you're groping," he began, "can curl a Jeep for reps." My jaw nearly hit the ground.

"What!?" I said, incredulously. "That's impossible! You'd have to be super-strong for that."

"Good thing that I am super-strong," Sean said with much bravado. "Watch this." He went to his tent and pulled out three metal bars. They looked like the kind used in construction to reinforce walls. With one end of one of the bars in each hand, he bent it into a horseshoe shape with minimal effort. I started leaking pre-cum all over myself.

"That turn you on?" Sean asked, knowing the answer.

"God, yes!" I responded. I quickly dropped my pants in a desperate urge to cum for this monster, this god of muscle and superhuman strength I came across in the woods. Once my pants and boxers were around my ankles, Sean came up to me quickly.

"Allow me, little man," he said and, in one motion, he tore my shirt right off of me without any visible effort. I almost came right then and there. I willed myself not to cum, for I knew that more was to come. Sean leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"Does it make you hot that I can bend steel with my bare hands?" he asked. I didn't need to answer, since my dumbstruck look and my crimson dick gave him my response in the affirmative. "I can do more than that. Not only can I curl a Jeep, but I can bench press a semi with the trailer attached. I don't go to gyms anymore because I'm a hundred times stronger than anyone there. I go to junkyards to get a decent workout, and I do that by ripping cars to pieces bare-handed. I do it in the nude because my own strength gets me so fuckin' boned. I always end up cummin' by the end of every workout." While he was talking, he picked up the metal bars and, with hardly any visible effort, crumbled them into a wad like one would do to a sheet of paper. I was surprised that my cock didn't explode with cum then and there, because his words were turning me on as much as his strength was.

"It's so fuckin' hot being this fuckin' strong," the massive muscle god continued. He flexed his right arm, causing a mountainous biceps to peak up toward the stratosphere. "The only thing that makes me bone up more than bein' this fuckin' super-strong is knowin' that my own power is makin' someone else cum. You see," he continued as he flexed the other cannon of masculine power, "whenever I meet someone that gets as boned up on my strength as I do, it makes me bone up even more. Whenever I show off for them, they get off on it enough to cum right there for me, which makes me wanna cum. It's a vicious cycle, even though I can't get enough of it. So, how about it, little man? You wanna cum for me, little Malik?" He brought his hands behind his head and flexed his abs. An adamantine eight-pack that could stop a bullet without so much as a smudge and massive Howitzer arms that should be registered with the NRA stroked my brains pleasure center as I teetered towards orgasm.

"Dear God, yes!" was my emphatic answer. Sean then stepped back and swiftly blasted my senses with a most-muscular for the ages. Every muscle stood out in bold relief as if each striation was carved from granite by a master sculptor. Accompanied by this massive display of mega-masculine superiority was a roar from Sean that shook me to the core. I felt as if I were staring at a god made flesh, as if I witnessed Sean's apotheosis into a thickly muscular, superhumanly strong deity of pure strength. To me, he was the quintessence of masculine power, strength made flesh. I stood at the treshold, waiting anxiously for my god to allow me to release.

"Cum!" he growled, his voice soaked in the power of an alpha male. My body could not help but obey. I felt my balls tremble as my cum started to spew man-juice all over myself. I moaned in sexual delight as the feeling of bliss covered me like a blanket. As my cock ejected its alabaster payload, I screamed his name in worshipful adoration. I wanted to feel this way again, to experience the sensation of being in the presence of this literal superpower. After a moment of nirvana, I came down from my muscle high.

"God, that was hot," I said, panting. "Whenever you want someone to worship you, I'm yours." We exchanged contact info once I was lucid enough to write my own name. Fortunately, he lived near me. He had promised to let me see his workout. I knew that, like him, I would cum at least once before he finished.

[cutlerfan]

Wow! Hot story! Thanks for posting it!

[V.R.Goh]

After that initial experience, I was hooked on Sean's godlike body and superhuman strength. He had told me about how he obtained his massive muscles soon after we exchanged phone numbers.

Sean was the result of a military experiment he participated in during his time with the Army. The geneticists there had been working on a formula that would cause certain genes to be altered in the human body. This would result in dramatic increases in muscular size, strength, density, endurance, and stamina. The result would be a nigh-bulletproof soldier with the power of an entire regiment that would turn the tide in battle. No one was supposed to know about it because, technically, the government branch responsible for what had been called Project: Avengers did not exist. Once Sean was injected with this super-soldier serum, word from Washington had reached the scientists that their funding was cut. The ethical ramifications of the serum were too great of a risk to take. As compensation, Sean was given a few acres of land in a secluded part of the country. His family was informed of his "death" by his commanding officer, and he was free to live alone. At times, he would come to this park to chill out; he did not intend on meeting anyone. I agreed to visit him the next weekend, since I wanted so badly to see more of his muscles in action.

That Friday, I packed a bag for a weekend and made my way to Sean's secluded cabin in the woods. The foliage was dense enough that the house was barely visible from above, and the roads were nearly impassible unless you knew where to drive. Fortunately, Sean had given me exact direction on how to get to his place. The cabin itself was very impressive, almost like a ski lodge. As I got out of the car, I noticed how some of the logs had strange circular holes in the trunks. I made a mental note to ask about them when Sean came out of the house. He was wearing a pair of compression shorts that left little of his bulging crotch to the imagination and a sleeveless Lycra shirt that clung to him like a second skin. The front of the collar plunged about halfway down his chest into a V that proudly displayed the valley between his thick pecs.

"Hey, Malik, how's it goin'?" he asked with a smile. His smile made we a little weak in the knees.

"Pretty good," I responded, trying not to cum on sight of this massive muscle monster.

"Come on," he said with a wave of his hand. "I wanna show you something." He walked over to a nearby felled tree, one that didn't have the odd holes in them.

"Ya might wanna strip for this," he said with a look of lust, "'cause this is gonna make you cream yourself." I stripped down to my birthday suit as fast as I could while he bounced his pecs in rhythm. Once I was naked, he stood at the base of the tree and positioned both hands along both sides of the trunk. With no visible effort, he hoisted the tree into the air. The way that he hefted that large tree made my dick throb with excitement. I focused on a peaceful lake in the evening to keep from cumming. Then, Sean started to rub his crotch against the bark of the tree. Fabric tore to shreds as he dry-humped the wood into submission. I started hearing something akin to a file on a piece of wood. I looked to see that, to my surprise, his thick cock was scraping pieces of the tree off. It was almost like he was using the tree to masturbate.

"Now this is what I call having a woody," he quipped. He continued his ministrations on the tree, carving it into what I like to call a reverse dildo. After a moment, he positioned the tip of his dick at the base of the tree and started punching a hole into its side. The action, combined with the sensation of the tree against his dick, was like sex for him. He moaned in pleasure as he continued humping the tree. I held out as long as I could, lasting surprisingly longer than I had thought I could. The sight alone made me cum, completely lost in the man's sheer superiority over the forces of nature.

"That fuckin' hot, boy?" he said during his piston-fuck of the giant tree.

"Oh, fuck yeah, daddy," I responded. "Yeah, fuck that tree. This is so fuckin' hot!"

"Fuckin' love being this strong!" he growled/moaned. "Makes me bone up! Watch this, bro, 'cause here I cum! OooooooOOOHHHH, FUCK! FUCK!" The tree splintered into cum-soaked shards as he came. It was a supreme display of his massive power. Luckily, he was facing away from me so I wouldn't get hurt by the flying debris. His spray of alabaster cum was enough to prolong my own massive orgasm for another minute. When I descended from orgasmic bliss, I sighed in content.

"This is gonna be a fun weekend," I said.

[MuscleHintz]

I always thought tree-fucking was the epitome of manliness.

Are we gonna' see any more of this?

[V.R.Goh]

After the insanely hot session with the tree, Sean took me on a tour of the property. Since there weren't neighbors for miles, no one would notice two guys, one of whom was far more massive than the other, walking naked through the woods. At certain places, I could make out a hint of the unmistakeable scent of cum. When I asked him about it, he told me that the spots with the cum smell are "some of my favorite jerk-off spots." More often than not, he would do it bare-handed; however, there were rare occasions where he would plow a tree into splinters. It took all of my willpower to keep myself lucid. Otherwise, I would stop at every one of his "cum spots" and jerk off to a mental image of his massive muscles displaying his superiority over all of creation.

Eventually, we came to a large open clearing surrounded by ancient evergreen trees. The afternoon sun was at the right angle to illuminate half of the clearing. A light breeze rustled through the branches from above me, and the scent of pine was invigorating, yet peaceful. Above the aroma of the surrounding trees, however, was Sean's cum smell, even stronger than the others. Another of his cum spots, likely his favorite.

"I like to call this my temple," he said. "Since the Army made me into their secret muscle god, I figured I would need a temple and worshipers. Before we met, I thought I would never have any of the latter. Now, I can make good use of this place."

"Oh, I'll give you all the worshiping you want, Sean," I responded, my cock half-hard and swelling to its full size. Sean's own monster began to awaken, acknowledging his own arousal.

"You know that making you hot and bothered over these muscles does the same to me," he smirked. "Now, tell me what you want to see, little man."

"Just flex for me, daddy," I said/moaned. "I wanna cum to you." Sean raised his arms and flexed a front double-bicep, a broad smile spreading across his face.

"BOOM!" he shouted as he abruptly hit the pose. "Look at those cannons. Fuckin' make a basilisk look like a pop-gun." (For info on the basilisk I'm talking about check out this link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Basilisk_%28cannon%29) My cock was hard as a rock in near-record time. Sean licked one pointed peak as he stared me down seductively.

"You like this gun show, little buddy?" he asked. I nodded emphatically, trying to keep from masturbating. His right arm then dropped down and circled around until his hand was behind his head and the same elbow was pointed up. At the same time, he brought his left fist down to the level of his navel. He then flexed both his left pec and his abs while clenching his teeth. A bestial growl escaped his lips as he held the pose, which showed off his massive chest and his bulletproof abs.

"Fuck, those abs!" I exclaimed. "So fuckin' hard, I could grate cheese on them. Yes, give me more, daddy!" My muscle god was more than happy to oblige. He hit pose after pose, making me approach madness from lust. From a side chest that could hold a coffee mug (which he has done) to a lat spread that's wider than his own front door, each pose made us even hornier and hornier. By this time, I was subconsciously stroking my own dick. Suddenly, with the last few brain cells that weren't drowning in my own lust, I had an idea.

"I wanna feel your muscles and cock, Sean," I asked. "Can I feel you flex your muscles and jerk you off?"

"By all means," he agreed. I practically ran to his side as he knelt down in front of me. With my right hand, I stroked his crimson fuckpole while my left hand explored his armor-plated chest. Sean bounced his powerful pecs under my hand as I continued my ministrations. I hardly needed to touch my own cock to get off; I was in heaven. Both of us were breathing heavy and close to climax.

"Oh, fuck, Sean!" I said in lust. "I love your hot body. You are a fuckin' god among men. FUCK! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum for you, daddy."

"I'm right there with ya, bro! AAH, FUCK YEAH!" Sean shouted. We both shouted as we came in unison. Spurts of our ivory cream sprayed all over our torsos and onto the surrounding ground. We orgasmed for close to a minute, swimming together in a sea of sexual bliss. When our orgasms finished, I looked into the eyes of my friend/muscle god and smiled.

"I'm gonna love spending the weekend with you, Sean."

"You and me both, bro."