Jake, interested in seeing a gay bar and maybe getting the chance to fuck a guy, runs to
a gay bar his uncle used to go to. As his legs smash into the relatively soft concrete, Jake
forms craters in his path. Though there aren't many people out at this time, everyone that
is driving or walking stops to stare at the godly teenager. Jake ignores the traffic,
jumping over streets like a game. He swore he saw his mother somewhere among the
people he passed, but he couldn't care less. Jake could always return home if he wanted
to, but why do that when there is so much more interesting things to do?
Finally reaching the bar, Jake shrugs his massive shoulders and bends over to enter
through the door. The bouncer of the place, a 6'4 280lbs bodybuilder, comes over and
asks the huge youngster, "Are... are you old enough to be here? We need a proof of age
to make sure you're not some kid."
Slightly irritated but eager to show off, Jake growled, "This is all the proof I need, li'l
dude," and flexed a mind-numbing double-bicep pose, his massive 40inch guns inflating
larger than his own head! Winking at the older man, Jake turned around and swaggered
over to the bartender, shoving past the crowd of people.
Jake didn't have any money with him, but the guy was more than willing to give Jake a
free drink in exchange for a worship session. After Jake stripped off his shirt and stunned
the entire audience speechless, he grabbed the bartender and pulled him into his pecs,
trapping his head in the valley of muscle. The man felt the rock-solid hardness of Jake's
abs and the monstrous size of his biceps. Pulling the man out of his pec-vice, Jake
allowed the man to get a closer look at Jake's amazing arms and watched his slobber the
huge muscle with kisses, unable to comprehend the young stud's powerhouse body.
Then he let the man worship his calves and thighs, both larger than the man's chest,
before finally facefucking the man so hard, his skull cracked! Spewing several gallons of
musclejizz into the pathetic corpse, he laughed at the weakling's fate and pulled out his
sexrod from the open mouth, collecting a few bottles of alcoholic beverages and sitting
down in the corner of the room.
As he drank, Jake's eyes darting from one little body to the next, wondering who would
was the most appealing. Should he have big or small, smooth or hairy, young or old? He
looked at the many men in the room and decided to approach...