He was huge, dark-skinned, and around 6'10. I couldn't tell how much of his size was muscle due to the undersized
5XL hoodie he was wearing, but he was quite handsome, though a bit young-looking. Definitely a guy who would
look sexy holding your arm at a party.
"Hello," I started, "Welcome to Hintz Fight Club!" My voice sounded generic, like what I would say to everyone else
who came, but my eyes made it obvious I was liking this man. From his bulge, the guy either had a massive cock, or
he liked stuffing his undies with shit. I was hoping for the first one, and I would not be disappointed.
The man flashed a smile, and I would have passed out if my strong willpower couldn't handle his amazing
attractiveness. "I'm Blake Thorn, and if you aren't thinking of dirty things right now, then you're not straight." He
growled in a deep, erotic voice. I swear, just his voice could make my juices flow, he was that powerful.
"Oh, I'm thinking of dirty thoughts, all right!" I let my hand fall to his crotch and rub it a bit... yep, all real phallus. I
didn't stay long enough to predict it's length, but it had to be 10 inches, flaccid. Some guys got uncomfortable if you
touch their cock, but Blake only chuckled, as if he was expecting this. My guess was that he fucked lots of girls and
was some kind of sexgod where he lived. Judging by the size of his dormant babymaker, sex with Blake was never a
disappointment.
"But you may have the wrong idea about this place. Its not all sex. It's a muscle club, and you got to have lots of
muscle to join. So take of your hoodie and show us if you're a real man or just another fatso." I had no doubt Blake
was musclebound at this point. He may have some fat too, but his massive muscles and dick would make up for
that. What I really wanted was too see this muscleboy in the flesh, no childish hoodie or tight jeans to cover up his
irresistible body.
Jake gave me another sexy grin, before turning it into a sneer and ripping off his clothes to reveal...