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I first saw him near the bread stand at the supermarket: the most perfect body I have ever seen. I tried to avoid staring at him but in vain. His tall and impressive presence was unavoidable and my eyes begged to devour more and more. His broad shoulders were covered with a loose T-shirt that glided over his oh-so-developed chest giving a hint of his hard tight abs. His sleeves almost exploded around his huge biceps, and the way his forearm muscles contracted when he lifted a loaf of bread was something to behold. I had to look away, though, in fear he might notice. But then he started moving in my direction. He wore training shorts that disclosed his huge calves as he pushed his cart past me. The scent of his after-shave drove me into hallucinations and I almost bit his wide neck when he passed a step away from me. This was definitely the kind of guy you only read about in erotic stories. And he was smooth. I like them smooth and strong. I like to feel their power and the steeled mass beneath their skin. Not that I have anything to be ashamed of. I do my routine laps in the local swimming pool and keep my body in good shape. But swimming is for nerds. Real men who aren’t afraid of expressing their extreme muscularity go for the weights, pumping iron and building that physique that we ordinary men envy and adore. When we reached the cashiers I stood in the line next to his. Who knows… Maybe we will finish at the same time and... Besides, this was a better staring position. I could freely watch his back with its powerful lats creating this magnificent triangle that one wants to hug. I could also see his abs rounding up as melons as he put his groceries on the counter. And then I noticed his veins, bluish veins, which ran across his arm: another hint of the power the guy can unleash. Boy, how badly I wanted him to grab me in his arms, crush me and kiss me. But then, he had already gotten his groceries back into his cart and was pushing it towards the exit. There walked away another fantasy. Luckily he did not notice my staring. Yes, fantasies were realized only in erotic stories. I paid my bill. Put my stuff in the bags. Even the excitement in my trousers was abating. Thank you, God, for little pleasures. By the time I was out in the parking lot, I had completely forgotten the guy. But then out of nowhere he reappeared. He smiled. 2 rows of clear white teeth framed in a strong square chin greeted me: “Hi.” “Hi?” I said trying to hide a mixture of surprise, embarrassment and excitement. “I think your eyes were feasting on my looks,” said he. “What do you mean?” Another denial attempt. “You know you didn’t take your eyes off me back in the supermarket. You actually followed me around.” “Did I?” Was he angry with me? “Yes, you did and if you liked what you saw, I could show you some more. I enjoy showing off my body to appreciating audiences,” he said. “Is it safe? What kind of set up could this be?” I wondered to myself: I am not used to being picked up like this. I obviously hesitated. “Don’t chicken out. You and I know how badly you want to hook up,” he said assertively. “Right,” I said, unbelieving that I was actually going to have a dream come true. “Great. My name is Dan. Nice to meet you.” He smiled and offered me his hand. “Mike. Very nice to meet you,” and we shook hands. First touch. His big warm hand shook mine. It wrapped my palm strongly. My hand gave in to the pleasure and then was released. His blue eyes looked right into mine. His smile melted my heart and a weakness overtook me. “I can see you are not used to this kind of encounter – but do not worry, we’ll have a great time. Let me help you here.” He took some of my bags and carried them for me, showing his muscles in action again. His triceps bulged and his forearm blood veins inflated. Was he was teasing me? When everything was in my car trunk he said, “Let’s go to my place. Just follow my car.” “Ok. Thanks for the help,” I said surprising myself by putting my hand on Dan’s shoulder. It was so big and felt strong and secure like marble. That was a real man. That was the kind of guy I wanted to worship. “You can put any perishables in my fridge when we get there,” he said thoughtfully. Dan’s apartment was a pleasant place, clean and organized. The nicest thing about it was the big living room covered with a thick blue carpet; a place that would make you feel comfortable. “Anything to drink?” he asked. “Plain water will do.” I needed that drink. My mouth was dry from fear and excitement. “Great. I stay away from sweetened drinks, too.” He brought 2 glasses of water, which we drank silently, still standing. We put the glasses on the table and looked at each other. My heart was racing but my body was paralyzed. I had the biggest man I had ever seen a touch away, but my hands would not move. “Shy, huh?” he said after a moment, “Let me take a first move here. Check these out.” He flexed his arms. His round biceps were huge. Must have been 21” or so. “Come on, touch them, this will not hurt.” I hesitantly put my hand on his left watermelon. It was warm and soft outside but hard beneath. I put my other hand on his right melon. They were wide apart, separated by a pair of solid shoulders. I slid my hand across these awesome hills and reached his developed delts and his muscular neck. I squeezed his delts gently and then returned along the bumpy road to the pumped biceps. He had them dance for me and then lowered his hands to flex his triceps. His horseshoe stood out like a piece of marble. I started feeling more comfortable and stepped forward, almost touching his chin with my nose. His scent was so appetizing. My hands climbed back to his shoulders and glided down his chest. He put his hands on my hips, as if we were dancing. His big body was touching mine. I could feel his heart pounding in his heavy chest. My hands started exploring the invisible territory beneath his shirt. I felt his cubes: these abs belonged in men’s health magazines. They were so well defined. They were crowned by a most glorious chest. I let my hands encircle his lats and hugged him. He in turned hugged me, drowning me in a warm cover of muscle and strength. I was breathing in this secure feeling when he suddenly said, “Come on, let’s get wilder here!” and holding my shirt with his 2 hands, he tore it apart in 2 strong strokes. “Hey, what are you doing?” I protested, but then got the idea and went for his shirt. I had to struggle with it but I finally ripped it off him to uncover his developed mass. Anything you ever wanted in a man was provided in that specimen: Huge muscles in perfect proportions, strong hands ready to grab you, abs you want to rub, nipples that want to be sucked. Both of us took the rest of our clothes off quickly. It was getting better and better. His 13” glory was hanging there in perfect harmony with his sculpted abs. I was ready to get down on my knees to swallow it – but resisted. “OK,” I said. ”Wild it’s gonna be.” And I pushed him with all my might. He stumbled backwards. ”Oh, the animal in you is finally unleashed!” he said with a bemused smile. “Yes. Let’s wrestle, man. Loser gets fucked.” “Are you sure? You don’t stand much of a chance, you know.” “You just wait and see. Prepare your ass, man. 3 rounds, starting now!” I replied going for his neck. I tried to get a grip on it, but Dan was too tall for me and too quick. He took hold of me, lifted me over his back and threw me over down on the carpet. He then threw himself over me, pinning my shoulders to the mat. “I am not sure whose ass is gonna be fucked here,” he said grinning, “but I have a feeling it’s not gonna be mine!” He was sitting on my chest, spanking my face with his semi erect-bat. That was a sweet defeat. I tried to get a lick at the gorgeous tool, but Dan said, “Not so soon… We have an account to settle here,” and he helped me to my feet. The smile on his face disclosed a combination of satisfaction and playfulness. His teeth were just too perfect… His huge chest muscles were moving heavily as he was regaining his breath. We started moving in circles, his eyes locking mine with their deep blue gaze. “C’mon, strong guy,” he said signaling with his fingers, “come and get me.” I wanted to push him off balance with all my might. But his steel hands met mine and started bending my fingers backwards, bringing me slowly and painfully down to my knees. Dan stood above me pushing his dick into my face, having me smell his manhood while in pain. But then I suddenly found strength to push my head upwards, towards his belly. That move caught him off guard and he stumbled backwards, losing his grip on my fingers. I then used the only trick in the book I knew: I placed my right leg behind his, turning him over on the carpet. Next thing I was straddling his face and shoulders. Did he give in on me on purpose? “Good move, buddy,” Dan said, hugging me as I lay over him. “I can feel that our third round is going to be very exciting.” My hard-on, which relaxed during the match, was regaining its stature. He hugged me and we rolled over on the carpet until he was on top of me again. He helped me to my feet. No smile this time. He was considering his moves carefully. I did not lose time and went straight for his neck. Dan is a tall guy and I had to jump in order to lock his neck in a tight grip - but I made it! I had this muscle guy locked in my right arm and secured with my left. I felt stronger than ever. My dick was firmly erect. But Dan’s hands were free…. My awesome muscle-god put his left arm around my waist, lifted me up and used his right arm to masturbate me firmly. His fist was moving up and down my shaft, determined to bring me to my climax. I was torn between the victorious feeling of having that guy locked in my arms and the helpless understanding that I was giving up all my resistance for this heavenly feeling. I couldn’t resist Dan for long. My cum shot half way across the room in an earthshaking orgasm. His strong arm was milking me spurt after spurt; spasms of pleasure shot across my entire body. When I was done, Dan lowered me on the floor: “Boy, you are a heavy shooter!” I hugged his wide shoulders and kissed his neck: ”Thanks. I’ve never felt anything like that in my life.” “We are not done yet,” Dan said with determination. “There’s one more thing I want you to feel.” He lifted me up and carried me to the sofa. He knew what he wanted. I knew it, too. How badly I wanted to feel him fill my bottom. He lowered me down on my back and lifted my legs. He licked his middle finger and started warming my hole. His finger pushed in firmly and was joined by two other fingers, opening the path for what was still to come. Dan was focused on his goal. He was looking into my eyes very seriously, unaffected by any signs of discomfort on my face. Then he placed his shaft at my entrance and started driving it up my ass. Up and up it went, inch by inch. I was speared by a huge thick dick; it was painful. But it was worth it as its driver was this oh-so-handsome man. His abs contracted as he pushed his way into me. His chest was pumping up. His nipples pointed out sharply; his arm veins were swollen with blood. And then, when his dick could not advance any more, he bent down and lifted me. I couldn’t believe my fortune. He held me in the air, riding on his dick. “How does it feel, wrestler, to be fucked by a big guy? This is going to be the ride of your life…” He started moving his ass, pumping mine. I was holding his neck; he was holding my waist firmly, bringing it down to meet his thrusts. The sweat on his neck and delts made them smooth and slippery. I had to hold him even more firmly. I grasped every piece of muscle I could hold: his huge biceps, his delts, his lats. I wanted this to last forever. Dan started groaning. His dick was sliding easily in and out of me. I felt his muscles contracting. His hands hurt me with their mighty grip. His body moved faster and faster. I held him closer and closer, trying to encircle as much powerful muscles as I could. That was a tough position: my legs were circling his chest, my hands were desperately clutching at something to hold on to. Dan was getting wilder. I had to cling to him really strong or else I would be thrown off as from a wild, bucking horse. Suddenly he released his grip on my waist, lifted his arms, his fingers twisted like a predator’s nails and he started pumping his biceps. I did not fall because I was holding him so tightly. His arms were rock hard. I could hang myself off them securely. He was getting bigger like a genie. I swear he displayed more muscle than before. Without stopping his fucking, he went on pumping his muscles and gave out a beastly roar as he started shooting his cum inside my hole. I felt part of this huge wild, gorgeous beast. I clung to it as fast as I could. I never felt so much power so close to me. I wanted it to last forever. It almost did. His cry and his pumped muscles engulfed me like a dream. I hugged his chest, dug my fingers into his back. As his passion drew towards satisfaction he embraced me strongly, crushing me in his arms, taking all air out of my lungs. But suddenly it was all over. We were exhausted. He slid out of me and we collapsed next to each other on the sofa. Finally, he smiled again. “That was a hell of a fuck. You are so hot,” he said. “No,” I protested, “not as hot as you are.” “Well, I’ll admit your wrestling needs improvement. We could work on it together sometime if you want.” We did indeed. Comments: swimmerguy250@hotmail.com