The big bull-3

The bulging bald weight lifter on the poster did look hot. “Man, he is something,” I said.

There was another moment of silence as I just stared at the poster. I guess I lingered a little too long.

“So, I guess you like lookin’ at big guys, don’t you?” Bull asked.

I wasn’t sure if I heard the question correctly. “Excuse me?” I said.

“You heard me. You like big muscle guys, right?” he seemed to almost demand an answer.

We were standing extremely close in his tiny little room; I could feel his hot breath bearing down onto my face. I swallowed hard, “Oh yeah, I guess, I um…well, you know…”

“I knew it when I saw you, staring downstairs earlier. I could tell you’re gay.” He spoke so plain that I wasn’t sure if he was joking or else going to kick my ass. “A little gay Twinkie….Came to see how the straight studs party?”

My mouth dropped open as I stared up at his face. He just smiled and shook his head from side to side. “I knew it. It’s okay, little buddy. You like this shit, right?” he asked as he slowly rubbed one of his big biceps.

Mesmerized, I nodded in agreement.

“And you love all this massive meat don’t you?” And he put his hands on his waist and puffed out his torso. “Wish you could get your hands on it, right?”

I whispered, “Yes”, just gawking at his enormous heaving chest and great big arms.

“And your tiny gay ass wants all of this too, right?” He then grabbed his crotch with his big burly hand.

“Oh my god, fuck yes,” I responded. My cock was hardening.

He backed into the door and pushed it completely shut and then he locked it. He looked down at me, square in the face and said, “Then this is gonna be your night. All the girls are scared of The Big Bull; they’d never follow me up into my pen. No one can handle all this meat and this bull likes to ride hard and get wild. But I have a feeling about you buddy.”

His arms reached over me and pulled me into his packed out upper body. He squeezed me in a tight hug, which thrilled me. His low voice rumbled in my ear, “Yeah, you know you’re gonna worship me, right? You know I’m your giant idol, right?”

“Oh yeah, Bull,” I said. I started breathing in the aroma of him in his football jersey. He clenched me very tight in his bear hug, but I managed to get my arms under his and reach around to grab onto his wide back.

“That’s Big Bull, right, I am The Big Bull,” he bragged. He reached down with his left hand and grabbed my ass, pulling me harder into his embrace. With his right hand he took hold of the back of my head and thrust my face into his chest. “You know you love this.”

I was growing wild with excitement, unsure if this was really happening. I couldn’t contain my craving, I started to kiss and nibble at his chest through his jersey.

“Oh yeah, Baby, you want all this so bad.” He then let go of my head and flexed his right arm, making a huge hard bicep. I put both my hands on his giant arm. It was so magnificent. He had hard thick muscle, with a layer of squashy pink flesh, and a thin coating of hair. My hands groped it, massaging it deeply. He pulled up the sleeve of his jersey a little more, so I could run my supple hands the length of his upper arm. Then I moved my face up to his arm and started licking it all over.

He uttered, “yeah buddy, taste those pulsating king-sized pythons.”

My tongue bathed his biceps. His sweet skin was delicious on my mouth.

He directed me to tongue worship his other arm too and I gladly complied. I started feverishly licking and sucking on his left bicep, almost uncontrollably, I couldn’t stop myself. “Ah yeah, Baby,” he would say, as I made oral love to his arms.

My cock was pushing hard against my shorts, I thought I might cum right then. But then Bull grunted, “hey Baby, ease up. Don’t get too excited, I need you to last a while.” Hey pulled my face off his left arm and pushed me over to his bed. I sat down. “Tell me what a god I am”, he commanded.

“Oh fuck Big Bull, you are amazing, unbelievable, just awe inspiring.” I praised, “You are an absolute colossal, massive, hunk of prime manhood.”

He nodded and started flexing his arms for me; I knew he wanted me to keep talking.

“I want to worship your incredible gigantic body. Feel your weight powering over me. You are the ultimate.”

“Yeah, you know I am,” he stated.

“I want more of your thick mighty arms, unbelievable monster chest, and your whole body on top of me! Use me however you need to.”

“Yeah, Baby! He kept flexing, “Who owns your ass?”

“You do. You own me.”

“And what am I to you”

“You are the supreme god to me.”

He grinned, “Good boy. And this god will give you what you want.” And he then reached down and slowly pulled off his jersey up over his head.

The mounds of gorgeous rippling bulk and muscular flesh cascaded down and out from the constraints of his jersey. He became even wider, and his dark pink skin and mostly hairless chest dwarfed everything else in my vision. His two round red nipples punctuated his rotund super-sized pecs. There was so much thick girth to his upper body, I just gasped, and beamed in amazement.

My hand started pulling at my cock in reaction to this mesmerizing sight.

He smirked and stepped up extremely close to me as I sat on the bed. My face was about an inch away from his mighty stomach. I reached up and massaged his enormous chest. His soft bulky flesh gave way a little bit, but I could feel his hard pectoral muscles flexing underneath. I started licking his hot stomach, his flesh tasted sweet yet salty, it was very warm and smooth in texture.

“Yeah Baby, that’s right,” he uttered. He flexed a double bicep and his pecs retracted somewhat. Then he relaxed and his big man tits ballooned back up into my hands. I groped them relentlessly.