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Being a power lifter, I have always been excited by men who can perform astounding feats of strength . So, I was very pleased to have a call from the friend of a world famous strongman. I had massaged the friend before but had not known of his pal Kurt, the German Giant. These were the facts: "Kurt's due in two hours. He has just left the doctor. An injury. He'd like a massage." I asked about the type of injury. It seems that last night Kurt was celebrity guest at the regional arm wrestling event. He was not actually a participant, of course, just there to demonstrate feats of strength, sign autographs and such. Well, after the last event ended, a couple of punk bodybuilders challenged Kurt to a match and he agreed. He would arm wrestle both men at once using only his gargantuan right arm against their two right arms. The fight went on for more than 10 minutes when suddenly Kurt's muscle tore and he was in great pain. It would take weeks to recuperate and he would be in my hands soon. I had seen Kurt perform on ESPN. His arm size and power stunned everyone. When he turned up at my door, he had to almost turn sideways to enter. His shirt, I reckoned, had to be some custom made creation to accommodate his girth. He confessed to me that he felt pain in his right tricep. I suggested that he first use my hot tub and have a soak. He would be with me for several hours while I applied ointments and heat to his torn muscle. I joined him there 5 minutes later and he was already soaking. I was surprised that any water remained in the tub !--- he looked so massive. I was not quite tiny myself as I stood beside the tub clad only in my XXL athletic supporter. I reached for his right arm and began to feel it gently asking him questions about its condition. No doubt it was larger than any arm I had even imagined holding. I used both hands to manipulate the tricep muscles which looked the size of a football. The biceps I can only say went way past "softballs" and looked highly capable of lifting boulders, bending rods, snapping chains, or arm wrestling muscle punks. The man is enormous and seems very comfortable exhibiting his nude physique. His genitals match his proportions but stop short of "freaky." I can see them floating on the water's surface looking like a banana and two tangerines. Lots of foreskin and soft, low-hangers. What a sight. However, being a professional masseur does not allow me to grope my clients much as I would like to do so!!! Kurt dries off and moves to the massage table which can hardly support his big frame. Glad I had it reinforced to hold 350 pounds. I begin on his back and shoulders. I grunt as I work his glutes, two boulders of concrete that could smash a table in half. The legs are less tight. Somehow, I get him to turn over but he has to get off the table completely to do this and his heavy cock smacks against my thigh. I now massage his arms and especially the torn muscle. He hasn't talked much but I don't urge clients to chat. Its up to them to decide when to talk to me and about what subject. I am often amazed by what I hear. This was one of those times. He seemed to want to confide in me as one muscleman to another. I am quiet and discreet and men sense this. Kurt's German accent and deep voice filled the tiny room, sounding a bit like Arnold S. "You can imagine that I now make the secret porno films ? Big money from a rich Arab who likes to watch. I tell you all ?" I went along with that at once. He continued: "Kurt is nude in his gym. All alone do I work out. Enters a bimbo with very large tits and a boy-bodybuilder. Both feel me all over to making me horny and too much aroused to continue my lifting. She gets on my flat bench like a dog position to push the big ass up. The male walks away to get dumbbells. Two 100 pounds each. He takes my penis to push inside his girl. I am doing the bicep curling with her sex pushed against me. The boy goes behind me and wants my balls both together in his mouth. This I think not possible. I am with the dumbbells now pumping the biceps for 30 minutes no stop. Arms still strong, ja ? The boy takes weightsfrom me and brings a tape measure from the wall. I must show off the double biceps pose. The bimbo pulls off my penis to see him measure my arms. So very pumped are they now to be 26 inches !! Even it amazes me that crazy measurement but many hours did I pump my arms that morning and last night. So, it is perfectly right. The girl's waist is also 26 inches with the tape. Now they make me to flex and pose for them with body worship and to touch for themselves my big-pumping." I stop here to say that my cock was rock-hard and painful in my jock. Kurt's own organ was beating his stomach like a drum and oozing liberally. Describing his mind-blowing, outrageous strength and stats plus sexual prowess to me, his big masseur, was feeding his ego and his sex drive all at once. Only a real exhibitionist could get himself obscenely rampant on a massage table talking about himself to a masseur of his own gender. And it got better... Kurt continued: "Each held an arm and I lifted my arms higher to take them off the floor. My fists came to meet up over my head. My biceps they squeezed so very hard and I could show off. They release me to feel my penis again. The boy brings to me an iron bar for bending in half. Not too easy, ja ? But Kurt can bend. It takes 10 or 15 minutes and I strain like Hercules. They kneel before me, rubbing my legs, licking my sex parts, yes ? They masturbate each other watching me bend the bar. When I get the ends of the bar to meet and I am shouting very loud, I see my slaves having their orgasms. I too need one. I throw the bar to the floor and make my cum to shoot on them." I can't handle anymore. "Kurt, let's you and me have orgasms now." He agrees at once and I have him sit on the edge of my table. I remove my supporter. The pouch is sagging from the weight of my copious pre-cum. To my surprise, Kurt takes the slimy garment out of my hand and examines it. He smiles and winks at me. "We are bulls !" he shouts. He has begun to feel my pectorals which are, I am told by some, enormously over-developed even for a power lifter. My jutting, bullet-size nipples became the object of his attention and he tugged at them.. "Bigger than your bimbo ?" I asked. "I think so !", he replied and laughed. "Kurt too is very big there !" and he twisted his thick nubs. I must have been drunk with lust as the saying goes because I looked into Kurt's eyes and said: " I will suck on your stud-penis until I have drained every drop of bull-semen from those beautiful, big balls. Flex those arms !" Up they went, and I grabbed onto them with my strong hands. My mouth descended on his meat and began its suction. Kurt was delirious: "You take me ! My sperm, my man-seed to make you grow. Ja ! Suck me. Feel the biggest arms on the German Giant!" He had somehow managed to get his big thighs onto my shoulders and had my head trapped on top of his crotch. I was gagging on his engorged donkey-dick and my chin crashed against his gonads making him grunt and curse. I sensed he could not hold back his climax much longer. His tremendous arms, still in my grasp, were shaking forcefully now. His grunting was almost deafening in the small room, and his tool kept burping out starch. His organ had bloated to the max but exactly how big I could not tell you. He shouted something in German and then I felt the convulsions. I sucked down one big spurt after another wondering if he would ever finish ejaculating. I just about fell off of him, gasping for air, and landing on the tile floor where a big puddle of my own sperm had collected. I had shot untouched, not a usual for men. Kurt, too, groaned in fatigue and I realised a bit late that his arms must have been hurting him as he flexed so intensely for me. Still, he was smiling when he told me: "I am the most drained strongman in the world!"