"Who wants to know?" Max asked. He turned to see Matt Brooks standing there. The football player was dressed rather stylishly for the gym, wearing brand new shoes, colored socks, very flattering shorts that hugged his round ass, and a tank top that showcased Matt's toned, nicely-muscled upper body. Everything was immaculately clean, even his shoes.
Max was quite the contrast. His extra-extra-large plain white tee shirt hung off of him, much too big for his slimmed-down body. Like him, it was soaked with sweat, which made it cling to and mold around his chest and back, showing off the growing slabs of muscle beneath. It clung to his gut as well, but so barely that he simply looked like a beefy guy, rather than a plump one. His gym shoes and shorts were old and ratty; he hadn't use either much, until recently.
"Ugh. It's me, Matt Brooks!" the other man said, sounding annoyed. "I wanted to ask Neil something. Have you seen him?" Matt tossed his head, making his hair briefly flow through the air, the strands swaying before falling into perfect alignment with one another, like in a shampoo commercial.
Max wanted to punch that pretty boy face hard enough to wipe the annoying smugness off of it. Instead, he just shrugged the growing shoulders under his wet shirt. "He was here earlier. But I think he's already showered and gone. You'll have to catch him another day."
"What! This is so unfair, I can't believe it!" Matt responded, his voice rising slightly before he stamped one foot, turned, and stalked away.
"You're welcome," Max muttered sarcastically under his breath. His annoyance built as he watched Matt walk off, hips swaying slightly. That man, Max thought, belonged on his knees sucking a dick with those pretty boy lips of his. He was surprised by that thought--it wasn't the sort of thing that usually went through his head. Still, it put a slight smile on his face, so he didn't mind it one bit. The subtle smirk remained as he hit the showers, got dressed, and lasted until he was out of the gym and on his way back to the dorms to pick up his bag before classes.
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"Let's wait 'til we're at my place, Neil," Bradly replied with a grin, "I can see you're eager, but we don't want to do some half-assed car shit. Not that I haven't done it before, but it's just plain better in a bed. Or on the floor. Or even against a wall." His grin widened.
Neil nodded, although he was a bit disappointed at the same time; he was just too excited to wait!
"Here," Bradley said, holding out his arm in front of Neil, "I have to watch the road, but that doesn't mean that you do." He slowly bent his arm into a flex, the bicep rising under his skin right before Neil's eyes, huge and hard even when viewed from behind the arm. Tentatively at first, Neil ran his fingers over the mound of flexed brawn held out in front of him. He didn't think he'd ever get over how big Bradley was! He was sad when the hulking trainer pulled his arm down. "That's enough for now. When we get to my place, you can feel me up all you want. But we need to get there without a crash!" Bradley laughed and Neil couldn't help but grin at the big man's inescapable logic.
The ride was only a few minutes, but it seemed like an eternity to Neil, even with the memory of his fingers running over Bradley's arm fresh in his mind. They arrived at Bradley's downtown home, an old country home that had been lovingly remodeled by the big man himself. They parked in the driveway and Neil followed Bradley inside, his heart starting to thump in his chest as his nervousness and excitement got the better of him. They went back to the master bedroom. "Get naked and lie on the bed," Bradley instructed, as he began to remove his own clothing, revealing his magnificent physique once more.
Neil quickly complied, pulling off his clothes and dropping them carelessly in a pile on the floor next to the bed. He got on the bed and sat upright, staring at Bradley's huge, naked form. A hefty schlong hung between the man's massive thighs, pushed forward by a pair of large balls. Neil's eyes widened. He had suspected that Bradley was hung, but not like this. Clearly the man was a shower.
Bradley looked down at Neil and nodded. Then he began to pose, flexing his huge muscles, utterly naked this time. He repeated the same poses he had demonstrated at the gym earlier, effortlessly moving from one to the next. "The problem I have," he explained, "Is when I go to these bodybuilding shows, I sometimes start to get turned on during posing. And while a nice package in your posers doesn't hurt your score, the judges are usually embarrassed if the guy who got a full-on boner on stage places high. So I have to keep it under control; except right now! He turned to the side and thrust his hips. Neil gasped. Bradley was a *grower* as well, it seemed!
As if reading Neil's mind, Bradley smiled reassuringly. "I'm pretty big, I know. Nine inches, last I checked, which was a few years back. That means I have experience in this. Mostly with chicks, of course, but a lot of the same principles apply to fucking a dude." He climbed onto the bed, the mattress cratering under his mass. He gently rolled Neil over onto his stomach, then began to knead and massage the smaller man's glutes, warming them up. Neil gasped as he felt a lubricant-coated finger brush against his hole, then slowly work its way in. It was joined by a second finger, then a third. Neil moaned and writhed as the larger man fingered him, loosening him up for what was to come.
Yet Neil was not ready for the sheer girth of the man's huge dick as it entered him, nor for how far in it would go. "Oh fuck!" he gasped, before gritting his teeth from the pain the invader was causing.
Bradley's massive body pressed down on Neil, lying atop him. The big man's hips were still as he gave time for Neil to adjust to his big rod. "Relax," he purred in Neil's ear, "It'll feel real good soon..."
Neil let out a muffled whimper in response. Bradley was too big, that was clear. Yet he couldn't help but admit that he was turned on. Bradley's sheer *size* was arousing him. Not just that nine-inch cock (although Neil thought nine inches must be underselling it, it felt so much bigger!), but also the weight of all that muscle pressing down on him. Feeling Bradley's thick pecs press against his upper back. Feeling those huge legs surround his own. The massive arms that rested on either side of him. He felt like he might suffocate under all that muscle. And yet he wasn't even feeling all of the trainer's weight, he realized. "Fuck me," he begged in a muffled voice.
Bradley chuckled softly. "Don't worry, I will," he breathed, before moving in to nibble on the top of Neil's ear. The big man pulled his cock back a few inches, then slowly pushed it in again, patiently working to loosen up Neil's virgin hole. "Fuck you're a tight one," the big man growled, as he slowly worked Neil over.
"F-first time with a guy," Neil sputtered. He was feeling light-headed. The pain was still there, but pleasure was building too. And the fact that it was Bradley made it so much better. For a lesser man, he might not have been able to hold out against the pain of being penetrated by such a large dick. For Bradley, he'd do anything.
"I can tell," the bodybuilder replied, "but don't worry, I'll have you broken in--in no time." He thrust a bit harder, a bit faster, just as Neil felt his ass loosen and the pain melt away, replaced with erotic bliss. And then Bradley went deeper. Past Neil's next defense. Filling him utterly with the muscleman's huge cock. Making Neil see stars as pleasure engulfed him.
"Oh- oh fuck!" Neil panted, bucking his ass back against the huge man atop him, "M- more!"
Bradley laughed, then wrapped his huge arms around Neil, lifting his torso up off the mattress. "I'm always ready to please," the hulking trainer purred. Neil's eyes rolled up in his head as Bradley began to fuck him in earnest, thrusting eagerly into Neil's tight hole. Neil alternated between gasps and moans as the big trainer drilled him, ecstasy overwhelming his ability to speak or think. He howled in pleasure as Bradley picked up the pace, slamming his dick hard and fast into Neil, while the big man grunted and growled from the effort. With a roar Bradley came, his dick spasming violently inside Neil as he drove it in to the hilt. Neil had already jizzed several times, a wet spot spreading under him on the sheets.
They remained frozen in place for the next minute, still except for their panting, Bradley holding steady as his cock unloaded, Neil enjoying the glow of his own orgasm as he felt the big man's tool throb inside him. After that, Bradley slowly withdrew. Neil let out one last moan, feeling the other man's big dick leave him.
"So," Bradley grinned, rolling over and lying on his back next to Neil, bringing his hands behind his head, his big arms flared out to either side, "Was that worth it or what?"
"Oh fuck, Bradley," Neil panted, lying on his back as well, not caring that he could feel his own jizz against one asscheek, "I've never experienced anything like that before! Fuck! That was amazing! But also... well... I want to fuck somebody like that too, at some point. Can you give me some pointers?"
Bradley laughed. "You were taking notes, right? So where do I begin..."