In the quiet suburbia of Willow Creek, a peculiar character named Larry McDermott often drew puzzled glances. Larry was a slender man with a face that could be found buried in a book more often than not. His wire-rimmed glasses sat precariously on the bridge of his nose, magnifying his eyes, which always seemed to be scanning the pages of his latest sci-fi novel.
His thin frame was almost a parody of the hulking figures that graced the covers of the muscle magazines he sometimes read in secret. Larry's life was simple: work at the local comic book store, go to the gym, and come home to his cats, Mr. Whiskers and Lady Meow. He was a creature of habit, his routine as predictable as the plot of a sitcom.
Yet, beneath Larry's unassuming exterior lay a physical anomaly that even the gods of Olympus would envy. Endowed with a 12-inch penis, he had learned to keep it hidden, fearing the ridicule and misunderstanding that came with his gift. At the gym, he wore baggy shorts that hung low, concealing his secret. His towels were always meticulously placed in the locker room to avoid any accidental exposure. He had been teased enough in high school, and now, in his mid 30s, Larry just wanted to live a quiet life, free from the whispers and stares that had haunted him for so long.
Enter Mike "The Mountain" Manson, the gym's resident bodybuilder, a man whose muscles had muscles. Mike's chest was a sculpted masterpiece, his biceps the size of watermelons, and his legs looked like they could crush a car. Despite his towering physique, Mike had a complex about his manhood, which was unfortunately on the smaller side of the spectrum. He was known for his boisterous personality, overcompensating for his lack of confidence in the locker room with tales of his conquests that were as tall as he was wide.
One fateful day, as Larry was leaving the gym, his towel slipped, revealing the outline of his monstrous cock. Mike, who had been flexing in the mirror, caught a glimpse and his jaw dropped. The sight was like a punch to the gut, a stark reminder that the universe wasn't always fair. Larry, mortified, rushed to cover up, but the damage was done. Mike's curiosity was piqued, and he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of envy and fascination.
Days turned into weeks, and Mike found himself seeking out Larry's company at the gym. They started with awkward small talk about protein shakes and the latest workout routines, but the elephant in the room was always Larry's size. Mike, ever the competitor, couldn't resist the urge to challenge Larry to a friendly wiener measuring contest. Larry, used to keeping his gift under wraps, was hesitant but eventually caved under Mike's persistent teasing. In the locker room, with the air thick with tension, they compared sizes. Mike's dick was a mere shadow of Larry's mighty girth.
The tension grew palpable, and before Larry could slip his towel back on, Mike leaned in, his hand reaching out to touch Larry's cock. "Can I... feel it?" he asked, his voice a mix of awe and desperation. Larry, taken aback, could only nod. Mike's fingers wrapped around Larry's shaft, his eyes widening at the sheer heft of it. "Fuck, man," Mike murmured, "it's like holding a baseball bat." The two men looked at each other, their friendship taking a sudden and unexpected turn.
Mike beckoned Larry into the gym showers while it was almost closing time and no one was around. As soon as Larry came into the secluded end of the showers Mike dropped to his knees and started sucking Larry’s baton like a madman.
Larry Moaned in pleasure as he watched the masculine mountain of a man throating his monster cock like a bitch in heat.
Mike couldn’t believe the contrast of his clit against a real man’s organ. It felt like a tinge of envy and awe in his chest as his hole puckered while his throat felt the assault of the missile.
Larry’s hands found his way around Mike’s head and st His grip on Mike’s hair tightens, and he starts to fuck his mouth, using it like a pussy. Mike gags, his eyes watering, but he doesn't pull back. He wants this, needs this, craves the feeling of being used, of being this skinny lanky man’s personal plaything. And then, with a roar, Larry cums, filling Mike’s mouth with his hot seed. Mike swallows it down, eager for every drop, his own cock throbbing in time with Larry’s orgasm.
Larry, feeling the thrill of the situation, leans in close to Mike’s ear, his breath hot and heavy. He whispers his darkest desires, painting a vivid picture of the rough, animalistic encounter he has in mind. Mike’s muscular body responds to the words, his puny cock twitching in his shorts and his ass clenching with anticipation.
Larry’s Bazooka rises at full mast to attention.
Mike gasps at the sight almost crying his mouth open in disbelief as this skinny old man was going to violate him and reduce his manhood into nothing.
Larry grabs Mike’s wrist and urges to turn around revealing his hairy ass pussy. Mike doesn’t want to but his body moves on its own accord. He is scared of how this tree trunk is practically going to rape his untouched muscle pussy. The bodybuilder pleads “P-Please… Larry.”
Larry smirks as this bull bodybuilder with a clit was begging for a man not even a fourth of his massive body was begging not to violate him. His reputation as a man at the gym was about to be over. People were going to laugh at him and Larry was going to conquer his manhood make him into a muscle slave.
But his body violates his wishes. The cool droplets of shower was stopped but felt cool on Mike’s skin as he leans back, his legs spread wide, inviting Larry in.
Larry watched as the muscles on Mike’s back rippled and his hairy muscle pussy quivered with anticipation of his own Horse cock. The bodybuilder’s clit was basically leaking juices like a woman.
The sound of their combined breathing fills the room, a symphony of lust and need. Mike can feel his heart racing, his muscles tensing, and his hole begging to be filled. The head of Larry’s cock nudges against him, a promise of the storm to come.
Larry’s skinny hands shake slightly as he grips the base of his colossal cock, guiding it towards Mike’s waiting entrance. The tip touches Mike’s tight, puckered hole, and he gasps, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. Slowly, oh so slowly, Larry begins to push in, the stretch making Mike's toes curl and his muscles quiver. Mike's breath hitches as the head of Larry’s cock breaches him, the sensation overwhelming and exhilarating.
Larry’s grip tightens on the bodybuilder’s hips as he watches his cock disappear into Mike's body. He can't believe the tightness, the heat, the way Mike's muscles grip him like a glove. He starts to thrust, the rhythm building as Mike's moans grow louder and more desperate. The slap of skin against skin echoes through the showers. Mike didn’t care anymore he was drunk with ecstasy as Larry violated his hole pistoning into him like it was his last day.
Mike’s eyes rolled back into his head. It was painful as well as immesly pleasure able as a 12inch bat violated his prostate again and again and again. Larry’s skinny body hung onto Mike’s massive muscles and his Hips rocked into Mike’s now swollen hole.
Mike’s breaths were short his clit even shorter. His whole face was red trying to gasp for air. The big bodybuilder was in disbelief as the smaller man mounted him like a Dog. He lost count of how much he came from getting jack hammered by Larry while Larry wasn’t even close. he scent of sweat and sex fills the air, Mike's moans become whimpers as Larry hits that perfect spot inside him, the one that makes his toes curl and his eyes roll back in his head.
“Oh, fuck, yes! Your cock is so big. It's exactly what I need. Don't stop, please don't stop!” Mike was like a sex addict.
Larry’s hips piston back and forth, his cock driving into Mike's welcoming hole with a ferocity that makes the entire room seem to shake.
He held onto the Bodybuilder mounting him while mike was on all fours. Larry mounted him like a rabid dog. He couldn’t believe Mike’s muscle pussy was this good. Both of them were making each other sex crazed. It's a sight that fuels his need, making him want to go deeper, harder, faster.
Mike was lost in the sensation, his mind a haze of pleasure and pain. He can feel Larry’s cock stretching him, filling him completely, and it's everything he's ever wanted. His own small cock is rock hard.
Is this what you want?" Larry asks, his voice low and sultry. "To be used like the little slut you are?".
Mike’s breath hitches, his body trembling with need. "Yes," he whispers, the word barely audible over the sounds of their fucking. "I want it all." Larry’s strokes grow faster, more urgent, and Mike can feel his orgasm building again and again, a tsunami of pleasure threatening to drown him. "Cum for me," Larry says, his voice a command that Mike can't resist. With a cry, the big bodybuilder shoots his load, the warmth of it spilling over the cool tiled floor already pooled with Mike’s own piss and cum which Larry fucked it out of him.
But Larry isn't done yet. He pulls out, leaving Mike's hole gaping and empty. "On your knees," he says, his voice still a growl. Mike, panting and dizzy with pleasure, complies, his legs shaking as he lowers himself to the floor. Larry’s godzilla cock is still rock hard, slick with Mike’s pussy juice and pre-cum. He grips it in his hand, guiding it to the muscle man’s lips. "Suck me," he commands, and Larry opens his mouth, eager to taste him.
Mike could taste his own rose bud and his juices leaked from behind spurted and gushed out yet Larry was not done. This mountain of a man was reduced to a whore by the colossal cock Larry owned his 12inch bigger in length to the bodybuilder’s head. The bodybuilder takes it deep, his tongue swirling around the head, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks. Larry’s hand is in his hair, guiding him, pushing him deeper. Mike can feel Larry’s cock thickening, swelling in his mouth, and he knows he's close.
Larry’s breathing is ragged, his hips thrusting forward with every suck. His grip on Mike’s hair tightens, and he starts to fuck his mouth, using it like a pussy. Mike gags, his eyes watering, but he doesn't pull back. Drool leaks from the sides of his mouth. His face red, a huge vein popping out the side of his neck , snot drips from his noses and finally he feels the warm Gush of the monster’s semen covering the insides of his throat , Larry pulls out as The bodybuilder gags and gasps for air.
Mike’s legs are wobbly, his knees weak from the intensity of the experience. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving Larry.
Both exhausted and in disbelief of what had happened. The mountain of a man realising his clit could never match a real man’s horse cock. His pussy still gaping feeling empty , sore and the cool air hollowing his muscle cunt out. Larry and Mike looked at each other knowing things would never be the same.
…To be continued.
