Bruce's Latest Weekend Mission 2 (musc)

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Continuation and a Surprise

To take a brief break and get a little rest, we crawled under the covers and spooned. He effortlessly pulled me into him, both of us lying on our sides. He put his big arm up underneath my head and I had a pillow of warm bulging muscle, veins and tendons. I was cradled in between his bicep and his forearm. It seemed like it had been years, not months, since we had been together like this. And he didn’t stop there. He never does.

He took his other arm and reached across my chest and started cupping and playing with my balls and cock. Just like I do with his huge set of equipment. I watched his sexy forearm muscles twitch and expand as he played with my own equipment. Then, again, no surprise, I felt his cock get hard since it was sandwiched between his hard body and mine. He throbbed it a couple of times…just to make sure I knew he was there. I sure did and was thrilled that this wonderful hyper-masculine monster of man wanted to be with me as much as I wanted to be with him. This is the way it’s been for almost a year now.

“If you’re ready, I’ve got a few surprises for you in my overnight bag,” said Bruce. “I’m ready,” I said. He gently and slowly extricated himself from around me and got out of bed. I turned over and my eyes feasted on an extraordinary sight of a tall, handsome, and exceedingly built specimen of manhood. His eyes caught my eyes. And almost instantly he moved his arms to his front, took in a few deep breaths, and exploded into a most muscular pose. My eyes widened, my mouth dropped open, and my cock started to get hard fast.

“Looks like you like what you see, Tim” he said casually. “Bruce, you are truly amazing and so incredibly sexy,” I said with all the sincerity I could muster. He moved from side to side so I could see his most muscular from all front vantage points. Every muscle was bulging, in high definition, and looking like they were popping out of his skin. His veins were visible everywhere. He tensed up even more and some sweat started to form on his forehead. He had a wicked smile on his face. He let his breath out and relaxed to the standard position of arms slightly extended at the sides.

“Watch this,” he said. “I have another muscle to flex.” He looked down. I looked down. And, like on command, ever so slowly, his huge cock began to straighten and start standing out to his front -- defiantly. As I said before, he has unusually well-developed muscle control and his cock is no exception. Since I was already pretty close-up, I could see the veins and tendons on his cock from its base all the way down the long thick shaft to its head. “Just now, I was thinking about how you worshipped my package, licked and sucked on my cock. That was all it took to get me aroused.” I was still dumbfounded at this display of massive muscles, more hyper-masculinity, and an engorged cock. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

With his cock still hard and swinging back and forth, he walked over to his overnight bag, knelt down, undid a pocket and pulled out some flimsy looking bright red top or something. “A collegiate super-heavy weight wrestler friend of mine – who also gives great head -- gave this to me. It’s called a singlet and it’s a bitch to get on and off. I thought I’d try it on for you if you’d help me get into it and out of it,” he said with his trademark sly grin. “Hell yes,” I said. “I know those college wrestlers don’t wear any jockstraps, cups or underwear to hold their equipment in place. I’ve seen some guys sport some pretty big packages, there for all to see.” “I thought you’d like this. We can see what I look like in one,” he added with a note of kid-like enthusiasm.

Bruce knows that when I help him put clothes on or take clothes off, that it is like an act of sex. He relishes my slow and deliberate touching of his muscles as I “help” him. Touching and feeling his muscles is always a very sensual experience for me, as well. I especially get turned on when I can “help” him figure out how to position his extra big cock and balls get deliciously covered with various pieces of clothing.

I love to grab and arrange and rearrange his equipment, and he loves my attention and being worshipped like this. Any piece of clothing that covers his equipment creates such mystery as it tries to hide what can be hidden or covered, and that, at least with Bruce, is not an easy task.

Like before, we don’t do a lot of talking when we’re doing all of this. When we do, its muscle talk…talk that just turns us on more.
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“OK guy, let’s get this little thing up and over my thighs first,” he instructs. As I watch his huge sexy body get behind the singlet he’s holding by the top straps in his two big hands, I think about the effort it will take to get each big hunk of leg meat into their respective holes and how we can arrange his cock and balls for maximum effect. I hold each leg hole of the singlet out in front and he puts one leg partially through and the singlet gets stuck – no surprise – at the widest part of his massive and crevassed thigh.

Meanwhile, his cock and balls are swinging in my face, waiting for me to move them – by hand -- into their place. I grab the bottom hem of the leg hole and pull it out while he shoves his leg all the way through. Not only does it look pretty awkward at this point, but it looks pretty humorous too. I hold out the other hole and he lifts his other monster leg up and down into the hole. Again, it gets stuck. Again, I pull them hem out and he shoves his leg the rest of the way through. Now his cock and balls are all bunched up at the top crotch line of the singlet.

So I go to work, putting my hand down into the singlet, grabbing his cock first and moving it into position down the side of one of his legs. Even soft, he sports one hell of a lengthy bulge. Then I gently move the balls into the same leg with his monster cock. Shit, he looks good. But we’re not done yet. I take charge and grab one of the small straps, open it up, and he puts his huge right arm through and I push it up onto his bulging shoulders, up and over his mind-blowing traps. I grab the other strap and we do the same thing. Whoa. There he is in his full glory.

His huge shoulders and arms are framed by the tiny red straps. His pec shelf pushes each strap out in front and over each tit. His awe-inspiring V-torso becomes one with the right red singlet. And, to cap it off, his cock and balls are displayed with maximum contours and visibility down his left leg. If he were wrestling publically, a lot of people would be both very turned on and some would consider this obscene. For us, it is all about making all of his assets show and then worshipping each one.

As he starts flexing and carefully examining each muscle and body part, I drop down to my knees and start to push, nudge, and massage his cock and balls. “Keep doin’ that I’ll be hard in no time,” he says. “I know,” I say back, “I know.” I use the palm of my hand to push up and massage his cock. As predicted, he begins to grow. God, it never takes much with him. He’s a walking iron cannon, always going off. He continues his posing and flexing as I feel his cock to start to lengthen, get bigger, and go further down his leg. What an amazing sight to behold. The ridge on his head starts to stand out and I finger it to let him know I see it. He let’s out another one of his groans of ecstasy. I’m always very excited over the influence an average guy like me can have on this 6’4” mountain of sensual muscle.

I move in with my tongue and start to lick his big shaft – getting the red singlet wet with my saliva. I’m getting hard, again, too. This is what we do so well together. I turn my head a bit and am able to run my teeth up and down the shaft. And, all the while, he’s still posing and studying his flexed muscles. I know that, for him, there has always been a profound connection between posing and getting hard. This is especially a problem for him in bodybuilding contests – both back-stage and on-stage. That’s why he has to be at the 6 o’clock position with a poser that is really tight. But, tonight, he gets to “let it all hang out” in a red singlet with me encouraging him as he flexes and pumps.

“Let’s go to the mirror,” he says. Once in front of the mirror, he starts his pumping, flexing and going into all his basic poses. “Damn, this singlet does look good on me! It really adds to my v-shape. And there’s no question I’m all man,” he observes. “You look god-like. You are incredibly strong and powerful. You are Superman!” I shout.
He grins a big one and keeps posing. And I start feeling up each muscle that he flexes.

This goes on for a while and he gets exhausted and sweaty from the posing. We both fall back on the bed and I lean over and grab hold of his equipment and start rubbing and massaging his still hard cock and pushing on his balls.

 

And We Don’t Stop

Getting him out of the singlet proved quite a bit easier than getting him into it. We stood up and I just pulled the two straps down over his gorgeous shoulders and arms so they were hanging off his waist. His muscles, in addition to being in high definition, bulged out as if they were grateful to be free. Then I took a handful of singlet on either side, got down on my knees, and just pulled as hard as I could. Gradually, the singlet came down, showing his abs, his hair, and his beautiful cock and balls. I pulled even harder and we got the singlet down his thighs and he stepped out of the whole thing, glad to be free of it all. Bruce shook his muscles out, his cock and balls swaying seductively from side to side. It was like I was hypnotized watching his body and equipment.

“Now, I’ve got a couple of other little things that I think you’ll enjoy,” he said confidently. Back to his overnight bag he went, still completely nude. The body of a muscle man is so sensual, graceful, and inspiring. My mind flashed on why Michelangelo might have decided to do his sculpting masterpiece of David. Though, for my taste and passions, big bulging muscles are the ball game. That’s what Bruce has been sculpting for years. Add height, a handsome face, and some “large construction equipment” and you have the perfect specimen of manhood – of hyper-masculinity.

“Okay, take your pick,” he offered. In one hand – on the end of an arm with just slightly flexed biceps -- was a white poser with very small straps. “The pouch on this one is a little bigger than usual. It’s good for when I get hard and want to strut my stuff – privately, of course.” In the other hand was a lime green poser that clearly had a much smaller pouch. “I wore this one in the last Arnold Classic. It really jammed me in pretty tight but I got lots of compliments on it.”

“Let’s do both,” I said as I immediately tried to imagine what he would look like in each. I’d soon find out.

“Let’s start with the lime green one,” he suggested. I knew my job from many times with him before. Still stark naked with muscles, veins and tendons exposed everywhere, he came over to me and said “I’m all yours. Get it on me.” I took the lime-green poser and held it out in front of me wondering how the hell I was going to get this little thing up and over his massive thighs, strung around his waist, and get all of his cock and balls into the tiny cover. I flashed on what it would look like to have his cock and/or balls just hang out free and clear.

“First,” he said, “I want to get a good pump,” He went down on the floor in push-up position. I wondered if he could hurt his cock. And he told me to “Get on and I’ll give you a muscle ride.” We’d done this a few times before and it always got me very excited. I got behind him and lay down on his 6’4” body, my skin touching his skin and hard muscles. I wrapped my arms around his chest – almost – and he began to count. “I’m going to 30. Help me count.” So count I did. He did these push-ups so effortlessly and kept his body perfectly straight.

With each push up I ground my own cock and balls into his butt crack. At the same time, I licked his rippling back muscles. I could tell he was tiring a little at 25 and I whispered in his ear “You are my Superman, my muscle god. You are so massive and unbelievably strong. Your power is overwhelming.” He loved this muscle talk and it gave him just what he needed to get to 30 in a flash. I jumped off and he got up. Sweat was streaming down his forehead, face, and chest. It was so sexy to see him glisten. It was like he was oiled for competition.

He went to the mirror and started one of his posing routines. His biceps, triceps and forearms were just exploding in muscle and throbbing veins. His chest was heaving as he did a side chest pose. God, his pec shelf was absolutely unreal and his right arm was literally shaking with tension from his exercise and his flexing. I noticed his cock had started to lift up from his balls, too. He never stops…always turned on it seems.

“That gets me into the right mood to put on the poser now,” he stated matter-of-factly. I moved in holding the poser on either side and he stepped into one hole and everything came to a halt. The poser would not go over the middle of his huge thigh. “No sweat,” he said, “Just inch it up a bit all around”. I did just that, continually bumping up against his thick cock which was still at half-mast. That is always a turn on for me. Then we worked on the second leg and had the same problem. Once again, I inched it up all around and kept hitting his cock with the back of my hand. We got the thing up on top of his legs, in that crevasse just below his obliques and just short of his low waist line. While I was doing this, he was once again flexing his muscles and hitting a few poses. I was in overload, as usual.

Now the big challenge. Get his cock and balls into the pouch without hurting him – as if I really could. With one hand on the top of the poser and my other hand on his cock, I lifted the poser up and out and centered his cock right in the middle. Thank God he had gotten soft again. Then I took each of his big hairy balls and moved them into the pouch – barely. It was a very tight fit but sexy as hell. I adjusted the pouch so it was re-centered well below his belly button and let go.

As I live and breathe rarely had I seen such a big man with such big equipment in such a small poser. His cock was clearly in a six o-clock position – the ridge on his head gave that away. As he turned around and faced the mirror, he exclaimed “Damn, I knew this thing looked good on me but I had forgotten how good!’ Since he still had a pump from the push-ups, he went back to doing one of his posing routines. This time I got behind him and pulled myself into his back by wrapping my arms around him with my hands grasping at his pecs. There’s no better way to enjoy a bodybuilder’s posing then to get your hands on his muscles – the moving parts. And, shit, I love jamming my hard cock into his back muscles and fucking – hard – those bulges of granite. Of course, he liked this too.

I decided it was time to explore my creation – his power packed poser. Still from behind, I moved my hands down and was able to reach his poser and start rubbing and massaging it from both sides. I jammed my hand into the top of the poser, reaching the top of his cock and pushing down to feel the warm flesh running the length of his monster in my hand. I squeezed it pretty hard and he let out another groan. I moved around this very restricted space, found each ball and gently squeezed them. More groaning. Keep in mind that he was still posing while I was doing my thing. My face was turned on its side and I felt his back muscles move with each pose. I was amazed at the elasticity of the poser. It seemed to have plenty of give in it. That made my exploring easy without hurting Bruce.

After I had dug around to feel the treasures in his poser from the back, I came around to his front. Though somewhat slower in pace, he was still hitting all sorts of poses. He’s like a machine when he gets like this. I got down on my knees and with my face, nose and lips, began to push and nuzzle his packed basket. What a way to feel his power! The poser was too tight for me to sink my teeth into anything, but that didn’t stop my tongue from totally covering the pouch with my saliva. It was pretty clear he was starting to get hard. The shaft was beginning to expand in that very tight space.

He hit another “most muscular” and, before I knew it, his hard cock just pushed its way out from beneath the cover and stood straight out with the cover pushed to the side. I looked up at him and he gave me a wink and said “Have at it, little buddy”. I wasted no time and started licking his big flared cock head and his veiny shaft. Then, once again, I went down as far down his mammoth cock as I possibly could without choking. I pumped it hard and kept my balance by reaching around and grabbing his very hard ass cheeks. All the while, he continued to pose as if there was nothing else going on. Yet, I knew there was this extraordinary connection between his flexing and posing and getting turned on. It was like his whole huge body was one big orgasm machine. In other words, flexing was like having sex.

Then he gently tapped me on my shoulder and I knew I had to let him go so he wouldn’t cum before we really wanted him to.

Just as before, he was temporarily spent and very sweaty. After pulling the half-filled posers off, I led him back to the bed. We spooned. He pulled me close to him and said a slow and deep “Thank you….thank you.” And we took another well-deserved break. And, of course, he kept throbbing his cock against my back.

 

A Massive Arm Can Be Better than a Butt-hole

As we lay there together, snuggled up against one another, he gave me another show. Once again, my head was cradled between his biceps and his forearm. My eyes stared right into his forearm. He knew this. So he started an amazing set of forearm flexes for my benefit. Very close up, I watched all the veins begin to stand out even more with each pump. I watched his wrist muscles and tendons twitch with each flex.

As he rotated his forearm from side to side, I watched all sorts of muscles explode and jump into action. As he pulled his forearm into my face, I started licking the wide base of his forearm. Though we weren‘t saying anything to each other, actions speak louder than words…and how true that is in muscle worshipping. I could feel his breathing on my neck and hear his low, guttural groaning as I licked. It’s like we almost always know what each other is thinking.

“Hey, man, I have another idea that will really get you off,” he announced with fanfare. He relaxed his arm so I could speak. “Sure, let’s do it,” I said with extreme curiosity. Without a word he got out of bed and went over to the medium height nightstand and cleared it off. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind. Then he moved the nightstand, muscles rippling and cock swaying, into the middle of the room.

This time he got down on his knees next to the stand. He laid his massive arm flat out on the table. A light bulb went off in my head. He wants me to fuck his arm muscles with my cock! Holy shit. I remember having one of the most powerful orgasms of my life when we did this before. Just the mere thought of this unique kind of fucking made me start to get hard. I got out of bed and got some Colt lube from my drawer.

Meanwhile, he was starting a total arm pump. And he can do this very effectively without weights or pulleys. I moved over to the table. It was just the right height for me to stand and stick my hard cock into the deep crevasse between his flexed bicep and forearm. As I got harder and harder I rubbed my cock with some lube and then put some in the crevasse, slowly. I felt the contours of his hard forearm and his hard bicep and the deep but narrow gap between the two.

I knew from previous experience that the narrower the gap the more tightness and the better the effect. “Alright now, go ahead and fuck the hell out of my muscles. Fuck this rock-hard muscle vice – tightened up real tight just for you,” he said with a commanding tone. Jezzus, I love to hear him talk like that. To give myself balance I put one hand over his fist. This also helped me control him – if that’s really possible -- and his flexing. I put the other hand on top of his head and buried it in the curly dark hair. My eyes took in an amazing scene. This tall, handsome and huge hunk of man was down on his knees, his big ass cock and balls between his legs. He clearly wanted to please me and he sure knew how to do it.

With my cock at full mast I leaned into his flexing arm and, with one hand, laid myself into what turned out to be a very warm crevasse. This kind of muscle fucking is always a dream come true for me. It has only happened with Bruce. He is the only bodybuilder that I ever met that had no problem whatsoever with his muscles being used like this. I tested the rigidity of his arm and head by trying to move them around a little bit. No dice. He was being immoveable. God, how cool is that.

Like before, we didn’t need to say much. I knew what I wanted to do. And he knew what he needed to do to make it happen – big time. He did his first full arm flex and pulled his forearm into my cock and pumped it hard. I used one of my hands to keep me from slipping out of this man-made muscle vice. Then I started to jam and pump and he tightened his flex. The lube helped create a fantastic friction. And I kept pumping in and out of his arm.

The feeling was absolutely mind-boggling. I was fucking muscle – a lot of it. His arm muscles were like tight butt muscles….it was like he was wrapping himself around my entire cock. “Do it…do it…harder,” he barked. “Fuck the shit out of these arms. Feel my hardness grip your hard dick,” he added emphatically. This muscle talk turned me on even more and I pumped harder, knowing that I was already getting close to blowing it all out the other side of his arm.

I strained to keep my balance, holding tight to his fist and head of hair. He didn’t budge. God, he is strong. He kept flexing, holding his forearm arm into my cock, briefly relaxing and then flexing again. We quickly got into a rhythm that finally began to put me over the edge. I felt my juices start to churn. I hollered that I was cuming. And he kept saying “Yes”, “Yes” “Keep pumping”.

Then it happened. With very little forewarning, I felt this great release and my cum started to squirt a couple of feet on the other side of his arm. I kept pumping and he kept flexing. The cum kept coming, too. I was amazed at how much I had stored up. But I also knew that fucking his arms was one of the greatest turn-ons I could ever have. As my orgasm started to subside, my cock remained pretty hard. He kept pumping and I could feel the sweat on his head and see the sweat on his arms and chest. I knew he was really giving me his all.

I stopped pumping as I went soft. Yet he continued his flexing. Neither of us wanted this to end. I was feeling really spent. He saw that and got up and did another amazing thing. He got behind me and pulled me into him so I’d fall into his arms and before I knew it he – standing up -- had me completely cradled in his huge arms. There were no words. He pulled me tight, paused, and pulled me tight again. I couldn’t believe how relaxed and reassured I felt. He took me over to the bed and gently let me down. Then my musclegod, my Superman, crawled in beside me and we just rested.

Part III to follow

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