Old Man Stevens - Part 3

[Londonboy]

Mr. Stevens waved to the shocked Mrs. Brown and, pointing to the body on the floor, said, “Jenkins seems to be drunk or something. I wouldn’t believe anything he says Mrs. Brown.” Then he closed the door and turned around to face me. He placed his hands on his hips and then made his pecs bounce up and down together a few times. He stopped the show and walked into the dining room near where I was standing. “Well, I guess I’ll be needing a new table,” he said looking at the demolished pieces of wood on the floor. I followed his gaze as he noticed his oxygen tank in the corner. He walked over and picked it up. It looked small in his giant hands – when yesterday Mr. Stevens had looked small next to it - as he desperately tried to catch his breath. “It’s good that this tank is empty because I won’t be wasting oxygen when I do this.” Stevens grabbed the valve at the top and ripped it off - crushing it in his hand like it was a piece of aluminum foil. He let the crumpled metal drop to the floor and said, “Little Connor, I always told you I wanted to throw this thing out the window some day – but with my new and improved body I think there is a better way to dispose of it.” Mr. Stevens held the tank at chest level and placed his giant palms on either side of it in the middle. With very little effort he compressed the tank until the sides met. The sound of screeching metal being molded by just his hands made my cock throb. He then took the tank at either end and folded the bottom part up until it touched the top. He then took his palms and compressed those parts until it was a thin piece of metal – about as big and thick as a comic book. Mr. Stevens continued to fold the metal like it was nothing more than a dishtowel. He finally held up the tank- now in the size and thickness of a man’s small wallet. He dropped it to the floor and it made a loud thud. The task had been simple. It took no effort at all. Mr. Stevens brought his hands together a few times as if he were brushing off dust. “Well, that was easy.”

“I think it’s time for you to have some fun, my little friend,” Mr. Stevens said smiling at me. He walked over to one of the solid oak dining room chairs - that had obviously been turned over and pushed to the side when he and Rocky were beginning their orgy on the table. He picked up the chair with one hand. It was one of the “head of the table” chairs that had heavy arms on each side. After standing it on the floor he reached up and broke off one arm as if he were snapping a toothpick in two. He then flicked his forefinger (the one that had held Jenkins in place with no effort) at the other arm and it went sailing off the chair - actually hitting the wall across the room. That’s how much force was behind a simple thump of his finger.

He turned the chair to face me and then sat down. He was still totally nude and looked so magnificent that he reminded me of a living statue of mighty Zeus – he just needed some lightning bolts. His entire body looked like he was flexing intensely – and, yet, he was completely relaxed. He sat there smiling at me – knowing that I was enslaved by his muscled body.

“Connor – come sit on old man Stevens’ lap,” he said patting the mounds of muscle that somewhat resembled thighs. His legs actually bulged upward sitting down. The front of his thighs were mounds of muscles laid on top of each other creating a space where five men of my size could have lounged. I walked towards him – lost in my disbelief of how a man’s leg muscles could be so monstrous and yet so defined. He signaled for me to stop when I got in front of him. He silently reached out and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. He pushed it off my shoulders and I let it drop to the floor. I noticed that even sitting down he was still taller than me. Mr. Stevens then reached down and lifted my feet one at a time to take off my shoes and socks. Finally he began to gently pull my pants and underwear down. As he pulled my underwear away from my body, my freed “stiff as metal” dick sprang up and slapped against my stomach. I stepped backwards – totally nude in front of my master. At the sight of my hard on, Mr. Stevens’ giant cock, which had been lying nestled between his two mega-sized legs, sprang up straight and stiff, as well. Mr. Stevens grabbed my waist and easily lifted me from the floor. I instinctively spread my legs as he brought me forward and set my ass down on those marble-like thighs. It felt like I was a five year old being placed on the back of a huge saddled horse. He then pulled my body close to his - making sure my upward pointing cock pressed up against his own massive tool. We both stared at how tiny my cock – which was pretty large compared to most normal men – looked next to his huge elephant-sized rock hard prick. I could not believe that Rocky had been able to take this entire “tree trunk” up his ass. It made my own ass twitch just thinking about it.

I looked back at the now wrinkle-free face of Mr. Stevens. He was staring at me and smiling - as if he was about to give me the present of a lifetime. Come to think of it, he probably was. He brought his large palm up to his face and spit in it. I then watched as he lowered his hand and wrapped it around both of our cocks. He squeezed them together tightly and both of us breathed heavily – it actually felt like neither of us had taken a breath for a long time – until this moment. All sensation in my body rushed to one place – my cock. His hand felt like a monster vice – hurting a little, but also feeling really good. He started sliding his hand up and down our stiff rods. He could not go all the way to the tip of his 12 inches because his hand would have to leave my smaller cock and Mr. Stevens wanted us both to feel the same ecstasy. I knew right away that I could last only a few strokes – since I had witnessed so much power and muscle in the last few hours and was full of cum desperately wanting release. Mr. Stevens knew this too – so he had plans to keep me focused on other things.

He looked into my face as he continued to pump our cocks and said, “Why don’t you reach out and feel that arm, little man, as it bulges from working hard to give us both pleasure.” I did not need to be asked twice. Both of my hands went quickly to the thick corded bicep that seemed to be 25 inches wide and it wasn’t even flexed that much. It was hard to describe what I was feeling. His arm was hot to touch – that’s for sure – but it also felt like a huge smooth stone. I could only compare it to touching marble that is part of the wall of a building – that’s it - it seemed as strong as a giant slab of marble. I spread one hand as wide as it would go and it didn’t come close to reaching from the tip of the bicep to the base of the triceps. I could run my fingers down crevices and dimples that appeared all over the arm when he flexed. Each time Stevens moved his arm up and down the bulge of his bicep grew to mind-blowing proportions. My entire body was alive with pleasure – caused by the stroking of my cock and worshipping that massive arm. I ran my hands down to the forearm and noticed that the muscles of his forearm were wider than the thickest part of my arm – maybe even my leg. Veins ran up and down his forearm - making it appear so masculine that I knew I’d have to spend another session just worshipping that part of this great man’s body. There were enough muscles in just his forearm that I could be lost for hours licking only that specific place. Stevens’ gaze went everywhere my gaze fell. I could tell he liked seeing his own body through my eyes – it brought him great pleasure to know he could mesmerize me by just flexing a specific part of his body. I let my hands drop to my sides and leaned into him – bringing my mouth to his bicep. Mr. Stevens was still slowly and methodically pumping our cocks, but I was so transfixed by his arm that I was able to refrain from cumming – just as he had planned. I brushed my lips along the side of his arm and then stopped where the bulge of his massive bicep separated in three different peaks. Each looked like it would be a sizeable bicep on any regular man – but Stevens was no regular man. I let my tongue slowly run along the thick middle peak. I knew instantly that the taste that gave me much pleasure could only come from a man like Mr. Stevens – this was what a real muscle man tasted like. And the smell of his skin – that alone could have made me cum, but I wanted to save to please my muscle master. His aroma was an incredible mixture of manly sweat and a sweet smell that could only come from a healthy powerful body. Before today Mr. Stevens had always smelled like medicine – and day old clothes – but not now. I leaned back and looked up into the eyes of this superman.

Mr. Stevens smiled at me and seemed to purr, “That was nice, boy. You really do know how to worship a man, don’t you? Now, how about some work on these pecs? But I don’t want you to be nice – I want you to be rough. Don’t worry about hurting me, son, because you couldn’t even if you wanted to. I want you to punch those pecs like you were a prize-fighting boxer. Go ahead – aim for those nips. I want you to make them hard. Now don’t be shy – give me all you got, my little man.” I leaned slightly back and for a second my mind focused on his hand going up and down on our cocks. I could feel how hard his enormous rod was – and that made mine move closer to shooting. Stevens could see that my mind had shifted – and he knew to where it had moved. “Come on little Connor – make this muscleman happy – punch these pecs!” It almost sounded like and order and that caused me to snap back in attention. I lifted both arms, pulled them back - even with my shoulders, made two fists and let them slam into his enormous chest – taking careful aim to hit his areolas. Pain shot through my hands and up my arms. My fists had not sunk into his chest at all. It was like hitting concrete that was covered by smooth leather. I cried out in agony and immediately brought my hands to my mouth to lick my hurting fingers. I looked to see if the skin was broken. Mr. Stevens immediately said, “I’m sorry Connor. I didn’t realize how hard my pecs are. I wasn’t even flexing them.”

I immediately stopped focusing on my pain – the thought of his chest being that hard - without even being flexed - turned me on greatly. I looked at his face and smiled. He was reassured that I must be okay and immediately realized what had taken my pain away. “So you like the thought of my chest being touch enough to even take a pounding from a sledgehammer – don’t you boy?” I nodded. “Hell, they might even be strong enough to take a jackhammer. We might have to try that one day – huh, Connor?”

That image was too much for me to handle. Without warning my body convulsed like I was having some kind of massive seizure. Cum shot out of my cock – going higher than my head. It streamed out like a geyser – not in typical staccato squirts. Stevens let out a loud whistle and then said loudly, “There goes old faithful! That is one beautiful tribute to your muscleman, Connor.” It was painful and thrilling at the same moment. It felt like my stomach was emptying all vital organs through my cock – that’s how powerful a force it was. Cum landed on both our chests and my head. As I continued to jerk from the last few ejaculations Stevens let out a loud growl – again shaking the entire room, if not the entire building – and then shot a load much more powerful than mine. This strong man had cum three times recently and, yet, it seemed that he was still a bottomless pit of seamen.

When his body finally stopped pumping out giant loads of cum he let go of our still hard cocks and my spent body fell into his chest. His wrapped his powerful arms around me and pulled me closer to him. I could feel his heart beating through his solid chest. I was completely worn out and needed rest – but I sensed he could have gone on for hours. Mr. Stevens allowed me to rest in his arms – with his warm muscles covering me on all sides. “That’s fine boy, you rest. Old man Stevens is here to take care of you. Don’t worry about a thing. Sleep if you want to – maybe you’ll even dream of me. But know that no dream will come close to the real thing, Connor. I am the answer to all your fantasies. I am here to bring you any pleasure you desire, my little boyfriend. I am here just for you.” And with those words filling my mind I fell asleep.

[mattbarradell]

Another excellent part to this story! I love the supreme confidence and peace of the title's character without him coming across as being arrogant.

Keep it going its fantastic!

Would love to read one of ur storys from the other way with someone young getting supersized!

PS how tall is he? love to visualise this story!

[arpeejay]

Mrmmmmmfff!

Little Connor isn't the only one getting hard!

:-)

xoxo

Richard

[muscl4life]

Quoting Dr. Brown "GREAT SCOTT!" I was hard already from the first line! That was probably one of the best muscle worship sessions I've ever read! It was just incredibly hot and the timing was perfect, we just wanted to get to the bottom of the tale, but even line was incredibly sensual so we had to read everything with a delightful attention.

Congratulations, your characters are wonderful, and i think Mr. Stevens already figurea among the "Hall of Fame" of muscle growth stories.

Cheers

[msclundylvr]

Londonboy, I don't know how you do it, but you have to amazingly hot stories going on at once! I can't even get myself to write one! Congrats!

[Londonboy]

I have to tell you - I am having a lot of fun writing Old Man Stevens. I really like the relationship between him and Connor. I am very happy that it seems to give others enjoyment, too. I must tell the truth - sometimes I have to take a break when writing - to "release" some of the pressure Stevens has created in me. I must also say that when your favorite author (Myoder) compliments one of your stories it just makes you want to create more and more. That, along with the encouraging words from other people, makes it all a joy. Thanks for sharing the ride!