BIG IS BETTER
By XH4M
This story is a fantasy. All characters in this story are fictional with no resemblance to any real persons implied. Any reader with objections to graphic descriptions of sexual encounters between males, who may not have reached the legal age of consent, or whose local, regional, state or national jurisprudence prohibits such descriptions, should NOT read further. Copyright (c) 2000 XH4M. All rights, implicit or implied, except for distribution by this archive and personal use by the individual downloading the file, are reserved. Inquiries regarding publishing rights for this story should be directed to: xhuge4muscl@hotmail.com
PART 07 - THE POWER OF THE PEN - DULUM
Somehow I got my head to rotate stiffly on my neck and looked directly at him for the very first time. Gabe's lenses were still taking their first close-up mental photographs of my crotch. I'd always been a moving and uncooperative target before, but this time I stood solidly in place, motionless. There was ample time for this particular 'photo shoot.' I could almost hear Gabe's shutter clicking as he changed from a wide-angle to a zoom lens and then back again. I was profoundly aware of my heartbeat and the strange tension throughout my body.
As Gabe's visual cortex received and processed more photographic images, his eyes open wider and glazed over. He was staring at my jock with the intensity of an x-ray machine and a tidal wave building up behind his gaze. (In the far-away future I'd eventually come to know this particular 'look' well.) But for the very first time in my life, I didn't feel like running away and hiding. Gabe was telling me in his own unique way I was A-OK with him.
"W-O-W... Are you EVER a big guy," he said softly.
Gabe looked awed, amazed and appreciative all at the same time. His fascination was palpable, and his comments seemed oddly too complementary. My skin suddenly boiled and the surrounding air froze. I broke out in Goosebumps all over.
"A guy with some VERY big tools...."
A short whistle followed. There was no questioning that whistle's meaning. It said, "I like what I'm seeing... You look HOT." His dilating pupils were sending me a subliminal message that my big sack was undeniably attractive. This unconscious signaling was trying to strongly arouse me, but I was scared to let him see my dick getting the least bit hard. I was frightened my senses were either lying or that I was horribly misreading everything.
But the electricity in the air was harder to deny. All my sensory detectors screamed he 'wanted.' Potent, intoxicating pheromones were pouring from his every pore and finding there way directly to my brain. As Gabe's eyes roamed all over my body, a new and wonderful feeling erupted inside. I felt oddly - strangely - 'sexy.'
Big Gabe's intense interest powerfully stimulated my own. He was so different than most other guys his age - square-jawed, darkly handsome features and a big, beefy and hard-looking body like a real man. Everything about his physique said he was powerful. His neck was amazingly thick. I admired the bulging ropes of muscle across the tops of his shoulders framing his neck, and how they flowed into round hemispheres capping each shoulder like invincible armor-plating. His pullover seemed to no longer hide anything from my eyes. As if I'd suddenly developed x-ray vision myself, I could make out all of the big, manly muscles underneath. I imagined how thrilling it would be to reach out and touch them - to actually feel those massive, hard muscles. I wondered if he wanted to touch me just as much.
All of these crazy new sensations churning inside were my sexual powers as a man - though still a pretty short one - stirring for the first time. All mixed together, the effect was like a very potent drug. A battle raged inside. I wanted to indulge every powerful urge. But as tantalizing as they were, they also felt ominous. I was teetering on the brink - so excited and yet so terrified. What if I was wrong?
I sure wanted to excite Gabe more though - to be 'sexy' to him. Our mutual 'interest' seemed real enough - maybe - if I could only trust my instincts and surrender. My fruits were perfectly ripened and matured, and wanted desperately to be picked.
The words, "Do it Peter. Do it Peter. Just.. DO IT PETER," raced through my head multiple times in rapid succession.
Somewhere, that ruling body inside of my psyche sent an edict. "Peter, permission is hereby granted."
My surging hormones did the rest. I'd been considering what might entice Gabe enough to take the perilous plunge himself. Moreover, I wanted to turn him on - totally. My mouth wet dry.
Up to this moment, I'd been try desperately NOT to become physically aroused in front of him. All I needed to do was just let myself begin to 'bone up.' Allowing Little Johann to swell in front of another man's eyes was an exciting new feeling in itself. And I was ready - ready to let it get big for the guy.
Gabe was still sitting on the bench and leaning forward slightly, equally as frozen and motionless. His face was only a few feet away from my crotch.
So I just stood there - absolutely still - for the longest time. Purposefully. I began breathing in-and-out more deeply, letting my ribcage move my strap every-so-slightly up and down rhythmically.
I let his eyes feast. I allowed him to gorge on my heavy sack. And Gabe was devouring me like a starving man, drinking in the impressive fullness and circumference of my bulging cup, already stretching as I allowed my cock to swell. Gabe was completely transfixed.
I slowly turned to face him more directly, pulling my stomach in to make my small waist even narrower. This not only made the large contours of my prominent low-hanging 'big boys', well... more impressive... but also directly showed him the complete outline of my thickening member as it nuzzled its way down between my balls pushing them apart. Watching Gabe watching me get hard was stunningly hot! I wanted to show him the real magic in this wand of mine - to let him watch as my cock slowly engorged into a real major league slugger. It was time to give Gabe the full Monty - the "big bat" treatment.
I began shifting my weight subtly back and forth from one leg to the other. This set my heavy equipment in motion; stretching and rebounding a bit in my swaying pouch. I could tell Gabe was getting a whole new concept of what 'hung big' was, all close-up and personal-like, because his mouth was starting to open - more an expression of disbelief perhaps. The unmistakable swelling in his jeans encouraged me trust my intuitions.
"Wow... Oh, God.. You're so... Wow... What a HOG..." he said softly, more like a prayer.
Gabe reached up slowly towards my swaying bag of meat. His hand got close enough to feel the heat on my balls. But suddenly it stopped advancing and remained motionless just short of the intended target.
He was very turned on. I knew he 'wanted' very badly. He wanted to touch me down there. He needed to feel me - to feel 'hung big' with his own hand, just a much as I wanted to feel his BIG shoulders, chest and arms. I wished he'd just do it.
He looked up at me with his eyes as if asking, "Is this O.K? Can I really touch it?"
Stepping right in front of him, I reached underneath his opened hand - nearly twice the size of my own - and slowly brought it up the rest of the way to my Big Kahunas and held it there firmly. It was everything I ever craved. I burned like a fire inside from the first touch of another guy - and a very strong one, too. Gabe's huge hand seemed custom-made for these balls of mine. They felt incredibly good nestled in that big sweet-spot in his glove. His hand started moving, tenuously squeezing and kneading my rising bread-dough gently at first. Taking my pleasured moan as a sign of approval, he roamed over my jock and pubes a bit more enthusiastically, audibly moaning himself as he indulged in a more deliberate exploration of my ample man-tools.
I needed very much to indulge my desires as well - to feel his beefy-big body just as forcefully. My hands cautiously found their way on to his big muscular shoulders. But rather than reacting negatively, Gabe seemed to enjoy being touched, too.
I let my hands wander all over his body as far as they could reach, exploring every separation, reveling in the unbelievable hardness and then onward to every other big, rock-hard muscle I could find. Touching his still blown-up, hard torso was unbelievably exciting. The fact he still had his pullover on didn't matter. I wasn't even aware. Touching him while he was touching me created wave after wave of intense pleasure.
I could tell Gabe was enjoying mentally sizing me up - to be specific, my balls at that moment. It was the way he checked their weight by repeatedly hefting them with his hand, then tracing their circumference with his big fingers - doing the geometry in his head - and getting more turned on. The erect cock tenting his pants told me he liked doing math. The sensations of finally being man-handled by a muscular, big guy overloaded all my pleasure centers.
And my own hands and brain were also doing some measuring of their own. I was evaluating the hardness and dimensions of Gabe's heavy chest muscles. They were solid - and big - and touching such male symbols of great strength urged my big dick ever fatter and longer. It was rapidly becoming the dominant feature in my jock, pushing hard against the elastic and lifting powerfully with its broad back. As my jock ballooned out like a big tent, the waistband pulled away from contact with my lower abdomen. I knew my meat still had bigger magic left in it yet, though Gabe couldn't have known that. But if he kept on warming me up in the bullpen so expertly, the Big Slugger would inevitably burst onto the field.
But Gabe's fingers unfortunately turned their attention fully to my cock, which must have already achieved a dimension exceeding anything Gabe was prepared for. He started doing mental 'measurements' again using his fingers. He measured my cock's width, then surrounded it to check the circumference and finally, tried to take note of its length with his index finger and thumb. I think he must have lost it completely right then and there.
"It's so BIG!" he started groaning loudly.
His breathes turned into pants, and then... a large wet spot formed in the crotch of his jeans.
I didn't tell him I wasn't nearly fully erect yet, but hearing Gabe's pleasured groans and spotting the wet evidence of his ultimate manly excitement catapulted me into another unknown - and profoundly disturbing - dimension entirely. The last thing I remembered clearly was blood pounding viscously in my temples. I thought my head would explode. I was turned on to a new extreme, far surpassing anything I'd known before.
And then I felt its 'presence' - a presence I can only describe as being a possessive, powerful demon. It was foreign - terrifying - but utterly thrilling. It was a carnal Beast: a demonic power assuming control over me. The Beast manipulated body and voice, demanding absolute compliance with its every whim.
"Play with me. Play with me HARD...."
Something or someone slammed Gabe's hand forcefully into my big bulge again, squeezing it tightly to emphatically demonstrate how hard 'it' wanted to be handled. The clear signal was for Gabe to put all the might he could muster into it.
And amazingly - Gabe did just that, seeming equally powerless to resist the Demon Voice. He immediately started working me over much more roughly than before. The dramatically increased pressure drove me wild... soooooo amazingly arousing! More miraculously, Gabe's continued panting indicated he was still very aroused. He was really into it and still turned on totally. His unabated interest absolutely astounded me!
Like a tape loop repeating over and over again, Gabe moaned, "It's bigger... BIG cock.. HUGE cock!"
And my 'meat' was getting nice 'n' hard - no doubt about it. Time seemed suspended again. I was immersed in desire and stimulation, fast heading towards some uncharted precipice. I surrendered totally to The Beast, drowning in the abyss of some potent fantasy. But it was a fantasy I'd unconsciously been prayed for - and exactly the kind of man I'd prayed for as well.
Then the demon spoke again.
"Gabe," it half-gasped and half-panted, "...show me how STRONG you really are - NOW!"
"But I'll... I'll hurt you..." he replied hesitantly, trying to resist and reassert some self-control again.
"Bring me to my knees, big guy. S Q U A S H 'EM... C R U S H IT... DO IT - H A R D !"
The Beast seized my hand and slammed it forcibly against the back of Gabe's - the very hand commanding my complete manhood.
Gabe again obeyed the commands of The Beast, unable to resist. The Beast had Gabe exactly where he wanted him.
"Feel this now. Feel... my... STRENGTH," Gabe suddenly growled.
"Oh, yes... That's... that's it... Y -E-S!" the Beast exclaimed.
Gabe's grip on me became an iron vice. Never once did the thought occur Gabe might actually hurt me. My man-tools were industrial-sized and industrial-strength. I was built tough. And I wanted to feel it all - every millidyne of masculine power this hunk of man could muster.
Gabe's face grimaced as he brought even more of his brute strength fully to bare on my big equipment. He was holding nothing back anymore - applying all his accumulated power from lifting big iron directly to my balls and giant schlong. This unbelievable pressure catapulted me to new heights of aroused ecstasy.
"MAKE ME CUMMMM!!!" the Beast commanded. "H A R D E R !"
I recorded every minute detail in my memory for posterity. The veins in Gabe's arm distended forming a den of snakes, and his muscles seemed get even larger right before my eyes - fuller - rounder - individually distinct and amazingly hard. I didn't know their anatomical names back then. They were all just 'big muscles' to me - but THAT also was exactly what the Beast wanted to see. To hell with the names. It was everything I'd ever dreamed of in my deepest, darkest soul - their beauty, unimaginable.
I chanted, "Look at those HUGE muscles," repeatedly in my mind as I melded sight, sound and sensation together in my mind. Gabe seized my engorged phallus and assaulted it exclusively, alternately stroking and squeezing it ferociously.
I could stand one second more of such profound ecstasy. I exploded involuntarily. I started blowing out my ballast tanks utterly with unbelievable force. Cum began pouring out of my jock, quickly covering Gabe's hand and running down his forearm, eventually dripping onto the floor. Gabe's relentless stroking commanded me to keep draining my large storage tanks to their bottoms. I sprayed like a fire hose, seemingly forever, as Gabe's magnificent hand maintained its erotic iron grip. It was an incredible orgasm, Gabe witnessing its full intensity in his own bare hand. I was still shooting hard when I heard Gabe gasp - and then gasp again a few times more, the old wet spot in Gabe's jeans suddenly doubling in size. He was cumming again spontaneously. I think he really like seeing me ejaculate. A lake of my expelled man-juice was spreading out across the floor below. That much I do remember seeing.
And then I heard the Beast saying, "W O W...."
I slowly regained my senses. I was also totally spent and my knees could have easily buckled. I was stunned - and utterly amazed - by everything which had happened. A part of me was absolutely euphoric certainly, but I was also feeling troubled. I'd said things and done things - things I'd never even conceived of in my dreams. It seemed I'd been a puppet with somebody else pulling all of my strings. I felt almost violated in a way as if I'd momentarily been possessed by a real demon - a savage, frightening Beast. What had happened to me? What was that? Was it gone now? I couldn't feel it - that strange presence - anymore. But would The Beast suddenly return again?
But thankfully Gabe interrupted these deep thoughts, saying, "Hey, are you OK big guy? You look kinda funny...."
By the time I'd extracted myself from my thoughts, Gabe was already standing up and using a towel to clean up the cum bath I'd discharged - much of which seemed to have gotten all over his jeans and boots.
"Your cup more than runneth over, Pete..." he said with a satisfied smile, not seeming to mind swabbing my spooge off his boots at all.
Still I walked over grab a stack of towels and then quickly started helping Gabe mop up the remaining evidence of our... what was that anyway? I had no idea what to even call it except 'great!' Whatever - when we'd cleaned it up the best we could, I started to get dressed. I didn't know if Gabe was going to say another word. He just stood there silently, patiently waiting for me to finish getting dressed, as if in no rush at all.
"Say Peter, I... I could maybe drive out to your place on Saturday... and .. and I could give you a hand... errr... with your chores, or something ...you know if... if you'd like me to...."
A flush of rapturous joy swept over me.
"Yeah, Gabe. That'd be GREAT!" I replied, breaking into a wildly approving grin.
Yes, I know this was incredibly tame stuff, looking back. Just touchie-feelie games. Hell - I'd never even taken off my jock and Gabe had remained fully-clothed. There was no sucking, fucking or real 'man-imal' sex. But it was my 1st time regardless - and incredibly hot, in its own unique way. There was also an element of simplicity and innocence about what happened between Gabe and me, and to this day I appreciate it just for what it was. Certainly the vivid memory has remained with me this far, and maybe will for the rest of my life.