The doorbell rang, and Jake jumped. “I definitely need to relax.” He got up, pocketing his phone. He was living at home while attending a local collage to help save money, but his parents were both at work so he had the place to himself. He went to the door, wondering aloud to himself, “What did you order from QVC this time, mom?”
He opened the front door and looked up at the man who’s muscular body practically filled the entire entrance. He tried to say hello, but couldn't quite manage it. The man was tall - at least 6'5". He was handsome, the most muscular man Jake had ever seen - with a perfect V-shaped torso. His blonde hair was perfect, just like his smile. His eyes were somehow completely empty of intelligence and at the same time warm and enviting, Jake tried to speak again, but his voice got stuck in his throat, and he only made a gurgling sound.
“Hello, I’m Magnus,” the man smiled. His voice was a deep, sexy rumble that Jake could feel as well as hear, and that beyond a doubt could sing like an angel and sweet-talk the horns off of a devil. The kind of voice that made the boy nearly swoon. The man really didn't need to introduce himself - there was no doubt in Jake's mind as to who this was. Jake realized he was just wearing shorts and they were pointing right at the muscle man standing in the door. “I see you’re happy to see me.”
Jake immediately crossed his hands over his crotch, and felt his face getting warm.
Magnus picked him up like he was no more than a rag doll, came in, and closed the door after himself.
“What are you doing?” Jake cried, finding himself dumped - albiet gently - on the couch.
“I’m going to fuck you, of course,” Magnus said in that sexy himbo voice, already out of his clothes, and yanking Jake’s shorts right off, exposing the boy's raging cock. Jake spied Magnu's cock, and it was a work of art... and huge. Then Magnus stopped for a moment, looking into Jake's eyes with a tenderness that made Jake’s heart melt. His voice became very tender, his manner accommodating. “That IS what you want, isn’t it?”
“Oh my God yes!” Jake answered without hesitation. Magnus smiled at him again, and Jake felt his dream man’s hard muscles against him. Jake felt a mixture of a sudden momentary fear at how heavy this man was on top of him, and excitement. The realization hit him; this man was so big he could do anything and Jake would be helpless to stop him.
“I only want to please you. Don’t worry, Jake,” Magnus reassured him, as if sensing Jake’s fear. “I won’t hurt you… much.”
“Huh?” Jake said, startled. Then Jake cried out. Magnus touched him in ways that he never dreamed possible. Jake thanked God that he was gay and that he created Magnus. By the time Magnus penetrated Jake's bubble butt, he was so relaxed he welcomed the muscle god's throbbing meat sliding deep inside of him, and found himself worshipping Magnus with his body in amazing ways that would leave him walking funny for a week.