"He Was No Dummy" (M/M, M/F)

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Tanner "Bull" McGee was no dummy. He knew from an early age that his over-endowment placed him in the 1% of the sexually gifted. The speed with which he added length and girth following the onset of puberty was just short of phenomenal. He also knew that a cock as large as his deserved a body of similar size and strength. So, he spent much of his teen years at the school gym, spending hours and hours moving large weights back and forth. He spent much of his remaining time cramming masses of protein and other nutritious food into his body, growing pound after pound of muscle. Of course, his parents insisted that he keep up his grades, but Bull never had a problem with that. He was pretty smart in his own way, and his teachers always gave him the benefit of the doubt when awarding grades, particular after he stretched and flexed in the tight t-shirts he liked to wear.

Yes, Bull was no dummy. He knew exactly what effect his body had on those around him. So, once he made it to college, he spent as much time as he could spare fucking his way through his classmates, learning exactly how much pleasure his big muscles and bigger cock could bring to his sex partners. Of course, these fuckfests brought him great pleasure as well, and he had lost count of the thousands of giant loads his mouth-filling, throat-pumping, pussy-stretching, asshole-reaming monster cock had squirted into and onto the many willing participants he had conquered during his college years.

A body like his required a lot of maintenance, so he spent a lot of time at the local gym. In fact, he had a part-time job there because he needed some spending money to supplement his college scholarship. The owner didn't mind him working out towards the end of his shift, just so long as he made sure that the building was empty and locked up by the time he left.

Late one Tuesday night, Bull had just finished his workout. It was a few minutes past closing, and Bull was about to start locking up for the night. He had worked his chest and shoulders hard, and he was enjoying the feeling of his pumped up muscles. The olive green ribbed tank he wore clung tightly to his body, and the color looked good next to his tanned skin. His mountainous pecs stretched out the fabric, and his big nips pushed out even further. His big delts looked like boulders, and his traps were bigger than most professional football players. The 235 pounds he carried on his 6'2" frame were all muscle, especially the weight he carried between his legs.

Thinking he was alone, he spent a moment admiring himself in the mirror. He felt his jock cock start to stir in his camouflage shorts as he flexed his chest and arms. He learned early in life that he was both a shower AND a grower, and his normal six-inch softness began lengthening and thickening to what ultimately would become a nine-inch throbbing "fuckstick of death," as one of his many sex partners liked to call it. His giant cock was matched by a pair of equally massive balls that had been squeezed of its juice by more co-ed hands than Bull could count.

As Bull considered the perfection of form he had become, he realized that he was not alone. Through the mirror, he saw the reflection of a not-so-secret admirer. Bull had seen this guy several times over the past few weeks, stumbling through a set of lame exercises, spending more time staring at Bull than actually working out. He had to be at least 18, the minimum age for a gym membership. But his body looked underdeveloped. About 5'7", no muscle to speak of. Sticks for arms and legs. Cute black hair. Nice face. Intense dark eyes. And cute, puffy pink lips. Lips he was licking unconsciously as he watched Bull watching him.

Bull was no dummy. He knew when he was wanted. And it had been two full days since Bull had emptied his nuts into a buxom classmate's pussy. The thought of slipping his sausage between those lips and down the throat of his admirer was appealing, and Bull didn't care whether those lips belonged to a guy or a girl.

With a knowing smile, Bull walked over to his admirer. "Hey."

"Uh, hey."

"You're new here, aren't you? I haven't seen you before."

"Yes, I just joined at the beginning of the semester."

"Cool. I'm Bull, by the way."

"Oh, ah . . . good to meet you. I'm Ethan."

"You were working out hard tonight, Ethan. Have you tried the steam room? It's great after heavy lifting. I was just going to spend a few minutes relaxing my muscles. Wanna join me?" Bull said, as he casually stretched and flexed for Ethan.

"YEAH! Uh, I mean, sure. That sounds good."

"Oh, it will feel very good to you, Ethan. I guarantee it," Bull said, as he led the way to the gym's steam room, confident that they would not be disturbed.
 
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Bull led Ethan to the locker room at the back of the gym. As Bull expected, there was no one in sight. He grabbed a towel from a stack by the door and stood by one of the benches. As Ethan watched, Bull slowly peeled off his tank top and dropped it on the floor, his sweaty torso glistening in the light. Ethan's eyes bulged almost as much as Bull's arms did as he stretched them across his chest, first one arm then the other. Bull didn't really need to stretch, but he wanted to put on a show for his admirer.

Time for the show to get a little hotter, Bull thought to himself as he unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to the ground. Now all that kept Bull from being entirely naked was an overstuffed jock strap that was getting progressively tighter. Bull thought Ethan might have a seizure. The smaller man was practically gasping for breath as his eyes moved from Bull's muscles to his crotch and back again, every once in a while making eye contact and then quickly looking away.

Bull moved toward Ethan until he was standing right in front of him. "Do you like what you see?"

"Umm, yeah. You're really big."

"I've spent a lot of time at the gym."

"I wasn't talking about your muscles . . ." Ethan said softly.

"Hmm? What did you say?" Bull said as he teasingly scratched his crotch.

"Uh, nothing. Never mind."

"Oh, OK." Milking the moment for all it was worth, Bull grabbed the elastic of his jock and peeled it down, revealing a closely-trimmed semi- that dwarfed most men's full erections. Ethan stared silently at the mass of flesh hanging so close he could reach out and touch it, if he dared. Bull let the silence build for a moment and then walked away, feeling Ethan's eyes travel up and down his wide back to his jock bubble butt. Bull flung the towel over his shoulder and headed to the steam room door. Looking over his shoulder, he asked "Are you coming?"

Ethan looked up at Bull. "Yeah, yeah. Just a minute, I need to, uh, get something from my locker." Bull watched as Ethan grabbed a towel and walked to one of the gym lockers and opened it. With his back to Bull, Ethan pulled off his shirt and, after a moment's hesitation, pulled down his shorts and boxer briefs As Ethan bent over to put his clothes in the locker, Bull admired his ass.

Nice! Not bad for a skinny geek who probably weighs a third of what I bench press. Very fuckable. Too bad my big cock would destroy that cute ass—there's no way I could get even half of it stuffed inside that tight hole. Not that I wouldn't mind trying. Ethan wrapped a towel around himself without turning around. Guess the show is over, at least for now. "Hurry up, little dude! Don't keep me waiting too long!" Bull said with a chuckle as he turned and walked into the steam room.

Bull spread his towel on the steam room bench and spread his legs wide. His big cock was still only half-hard, laying on top of his left leg, stretching from his crotch down towards his knee. Ethan entered the steam room two or three minutes later. He looked uncertainly at Bull. Bull spent a moment looking at Ethan's towel-wrapped frame. Cute! Definitely a twinkie boy, but they have their charms.

"Come sit here," Bull said, patting the space to his left. Ethan obediently sat down, his right hand inches from Bull's massive tongue depressor. So eager, Bull thought. But he won't make the first move, even though he desperately wants to. "Take off your towel and spread it on the bench."

"Um, I don't know, I think I would rather . . ."

"Oh, c'mon! We're both guys here, right? Besides, fair's fair—I've already shown you mine!" Bull put his left arm around Ethan's shoulders. Ethan immediately stiffened up—probably in more places than one. Bull could tell that more direct action was needed.

"Look, Ethan," Bull said, looking into the other boy's eyes. "I'm no dummy. I saw you looking at me out there. I know you liked what you saw. I'm cool with that. I like the attention. And I can tell you want to take this further. Isn't that right? Can you honestly say that you don't want to take my big cock in your hand, just to see what it feels like? Can you?" Hearing no objection, Bull took Ethan's hand and placed it on top of his dick. Ethan instinctively wrapped his fingers as far around Bull's tool as he could. God, his hand looks so tiny—at least by comparison! Bull thought.

Ethan said nothing, but his hand started a slow pumping motion that had exactly the expected effort on Bull's fleshpole. Ethan stared in fascination as blood flowed into Bull's cock, stretching it longer and longer and thicker and thicker under Ethan's worshiping fingers. Bull's cut cockhead grew redder and redder and swelled to twice its original size.

"You have some talented fingers, little dude!" Ethan gasped. "Why don't we see if your tongue can match up!"

"Shit! I don't know if it will fit into my mouth . . . ."

"Only one way to find out, isn't there?" Bull said, as he used his left hand on the back of Ethan's neck to guide his face to Bull's crotch. "Give it a try, little dude!"

"Stop calling me 'little dude'!" Ethan protested, but he didn't resist Bull's efforts. His face was now inches away from Bull's fully erect dick. Hesistantly, he stuck out his tongue and started to lap up the copious precum that was starting to ooze from Bull's cockhead.

"Ooh, shit! That's it! Your tongue feels so good! Don't be afraid to take some more, I won't choke you . . . much!" Bull said, only half joking.

Ethan opened his mouth as wide as he could and took the hot cockhead inside. It practically filled his small mouth. He started moving his tongue over and over the cock flesh, teasing it like he would want to be teased, worshiping it as he would want to be worshiped if he had a cock this size.

"Ohh, Ethan! That is one hot mouth you have! You've done this before, haven't you?"

"Mmmphhh! Mmmph!"

"I'll take that as a yes. You know what would be really great? Why don't you take a little more of my big cock? Let it slide back until it touches the back of your throat"

"Mmmmmggghhsshshppph!"

"That's it! Oooh, I can feel it bumping up against your throat. That feels so good! Soo fucking good! Can you take a little more? It's almost all the way in now!"

Truth be told, Bull's nine incher was barely halfway into Ethan's mouth. But Bull wanted Ethan to feel a sense of accomplishment. That, and he wanted to see how much cock Ethan really could take.

As Bull was urging Ethan to swallow just a little more cock, Ethan unwrapped his towel and began urgently stroking his own dick. Bull noticed that Ethan's erect cock was even smaller than he would have predicted. His practiced eye estimated it at 3, maybe 4 inches at the most. Wrapped around its base and balls was a thin metal cockring, very shiny, surprisingly bright in the subdued light of the steam room.

"Cool cockring, little . . . I mean dude! Very hot! I thought about getting one once, but I couldn't find one that fit me comfortably. Me being so big and all, you know. Now let's see if you can get just a little more of me down that tight throat of yours, OK?"

Bull grabbed Ethan's head just a little tighter and pressed down. Ethan gagged a little, but managed to get another inch of cock in his mouth and down his throat. By now, he had six, almost seven inches wedged into his face.

Bull was getting close. Ethan wasn't the most skilled cocksucker he had met, but his enthusiasm made up for his lack of talent. Bull used his strong hands to move Ethan's mouth up and down his shaft, faster and faster. Ethan's hand was a blur now, working to bring his own cock to orgasm at the same time as Bull.

"Ooh, Ethan! I'm soo close right now! It's OK if I cum down your throat, right?" Bull asked, not really caring about the answer. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, letting the orgasm overtake him. "Here it cums, little dude! Hereeeee iiiiiiiiiit cuuummmmms!" Without looking at Ethan, Bull thrust even deeper as he came, shooting ounce after ounce of precious jism into Ethan's willing mouth. As Bull came, he heard an odd "click" and also felt Ethan's hot cum splash across his leg. Caught up in the moment, he gave neither much thought until all of his pent-up boy cream had been expelled.

As his orgasm passed and he caught his breath, Bull heard Ethan coughing and clearing his throat of the big load he had just taken like a champ. As Bull opened his eyes, he noticed two things. First, Ethan was staring at him with a look of almost malevolent triumph. Second, a thin metal ring, a twin to the one Ethan was wearing, now was wrapped around his own much larger endowment.

Still a little woozy from the strength of his cum, Bull grasped the cock ring gently. He could find no catch and couldn't figure out how Ethan got it on him—or how to get it off.

"Ethan, what's this?"

Ethan stood up in front of Bull. "It means, asshole, that your big cock is mine now!"
 
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Not quite understanding what was going on, Bull tried to let Ethan down easy. "Look, um, Ethan. I appreciate what you did for me—that blowjob was really good, I admit. But I'm not really ready to settle down, you know? This big joystick really isn't made for an exclusive relationship. Matching cockrings are nice and all, but even if I knew you better, I just don't think you could handle the demands of this big meat on a daily basis, no offense. You understand, little dude?"

"Don't FUCKING call me little ever again, do YOU understand, you big oaf of a Neanderthal with a subpar IQ?!!"

"Now Ethan, that's uncalled for. If I hurt your feelings, I apologize. But I'll have you know that I'm actually quite . . ."

"No, I'll have YOU know that you have no fucking clue what just happened to you. You're just like every other huge, dumb jock that always thought he was better than anybody else just because he had big muscles and an even bigger dick. Always lording it over everyone else in the locker room, always making fun of anybody with a brain, always making us feel inadequate . . ."

"I'm sorry to hear that you've been mistreated. Just because you are kinda small in the cock department . . ."

"I'M NOT SMALL!! I'm practically average sized. And it doesn't matter anyway. Not now. Not now that your cock is mine."

"What are you talking about?" Bull asked, still not understanding.

"These rings. They are actually very sophisticated neuro-transmitters. Although I doubt you understand what that means."

"As a matter of fact, I . . . ."

"In other words, you empty jockhead, whatever your cock feels, mine feels. Whenever you stick it some bimbo's tight pussy, I'll enjoy every moment just as much as you do. Whenever you shoot your big load down somebody's throat, I'll get the same pleasure you have."

"Ethan, look man, that really doesn't work for me. I work better without an audience."

"There's nothing you can do about it, so get used to it."

"Look Ethan, you need to stop this, now. And tell me how to remove this thing!"

"Forget it. I'm the only one who knows how, and there's nothing you can do that can make me take it off."

Bull rose to his feet and moved toward Ethan, his eyes blazing with anger at the presumption of this little pissy cocksucker. "Oh, I think I can make you. These muscles aren't just for looks, you know . . . ."

As Bull got close to the much smaller man, Ethan said: "What are you going to do? Beat the secret out of me?"

"If I have to."

"I don't think so." Ethan reached down to his own groin and quickly tapped twice, then once on the side of the metallic cock ring surrounding his now limp two-incher. Bull immediately felt the cock ring surrounding his own soft six-incher pulse, and then his cock felt like it was on fire. The pain forced Bull to his knees. "Owww! Motherfucker!! Stop that!"

Ethan slowly backed away from the incapacitated jock. "Don't worry, pussy. The pain will stop in a minute. There's no permanent damage done. Wouldn't want to take that big schlong of yours out of commission. But don't try to follow me, or I'll double the intensity next time. Understand, BIG dude?"

Still crippled by the pain, Bull nodded his head.

"Good. Now just keep doing what you usually do. We'll BOTH enjoy it!" Ethan turned and hurried out of the steam room.

The pain that was shooting up and down Bull's cock subsided after a couple of minutes. He slowly rose to his feet. He spent a few minutes fiddling with the cock ring, but it seemed like a solid ring of metal. There was no way he would be able to figure out how to get it off by himself.

"Fuck!" Bull shouted. This was not the way he expected his evening to end. He didn't know what he was going to do. He didn't know where to find this Ethan character, and he didn't have a clue what he would do if he found Ethan. But he did know one thing. If this high-tech voyeur thought he was going to hitch a virtual ride on Bull's man tool, he was sadly mistaken. There was no way that Bull was going to let him enjoy the benefits of his sexual labors. Bull would just quit having sex, cold turkey, until he found Ethan or figured out how to remove the cock ring. Easy.

Only it wasn't so easy. Bull couldn't find any trace of Ethan. The gym records didn't reveal any members named "Ethan." And nobody at the gym remembered seeing anyone with that description. It was a big campus—the chances of Bull randomly seeing "Ethan" again were slim, slim to none.

And Bull didn't have any better luck with the cockring. He pulled, pushed, stretched, and yanked, but the ring didn't budge. It didn't matter if Bull's cock was soft or hard, the ring never got any looser or showed any signs of movement.

It also wasn't so easy going "cold turkey." Bull tried. Over the next few days, he didn't have sex and he didn't jerk off. Every morning, Bull woke with morning wood that grew stiffer and stiffer as the days passed. By the end of the week, his erection was so hard it felt and looked like a baseball bat. But Bull was strong. He refrained from any "self help" and took lots of cold showers.

He also spent lots of extra time at the gym pumping some extra iron to take his mind of his unfulfilled lust. His vigor did not go unnoticed. Three different girls and two guys offered to "help" him get rid of his extra energy, but Bull managed to put off their attentions. (He did, however, get their phone numbers for future reference.)

Saturday arrived, and Bull looked forward to a restful day at home, away from the temptations of school. He lived on the edge of campus in an old garden-style apartment. But, as luck would have it, his air conditioning conked out on what was predicted to be one of the hottest days of the year.

"Shit!" Bull was not having a good week. He called his landlord, who said that he would call the A/C repair company and get them to send somebody as soon as possible. In the meantime, the temperature in Bull's apartment kept going up and up and up. Bull stripped down to his boxers to keep cool and waited impatiently for the repairman.

"Ding-dong!"

"Thank God you're here, dude! I'm roasting in here!" Bull said as he opened the door. There, standing almost six feet tall, was a big, blond, buxom, Amazon of a woman wearing tight blue shorts, a tool belt, and a short-sleeved shirt with an A/C repair company's name on the pocket. Two of the shirt buttons were undone, and a drop of sweat slowly rolled down her sexy neck into the significant cleavage created between her big breasts. Bull reflexively licked his lips and felt an instant stirring in his loins.

The sexy A/C technician looked Bull up and down. He felt like a piece of meat on display at the butcher's. "Looks like you have a problem, college boy. A big problem. But I think I can help you out. Can I come in?"
 
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"Umm, excuse me?"

"Your air conditioning doesn't work, right? I'm here to fix it."

"Oh, yeah. Come on in."

"Thanks. Phew! It must be 85 degrees in here! No wonder you're hanging out in your boxers."

"Where? where?" Bull asked, looking down at his crotch.

"No, Einstein. Not hanging OUT of, just hanging out in. You college jockboys are all muscle, no brains. Not that I mind. Makes for some nice eye candy while I work. Can I see it?"

"Huh?"

"Your a/c closet," the tech said slowly. "Can I see it?"

"Oh, uh, sure. It's next to the bedroom."

Bull led the sexy a/c tech through the apartment and showed her the closet with the a/c unit. She snorted in disgust.

"Figures! These old apartment buildings always cram too much equipment into too small a space. How am I supposed to get my hands around all this gear?"

"Um, I . . ."

"Never mind. Just sit there and look pretty while I work, OK? I may need you to hold something for me."

Bull did as he was asked and sat down on his still-unmade bed.

Over the next hour, Bull learned several things. First, that the tech's name was Darlene. Second, that she was a 28 year-old divorcee who had been repairing a/c units for seven years. Third, that each time Darlene bent over to work on the a/c machinery, her curvy backside stretched out her shorts in ways that fired up his imagination. Although he managed to avoid a full-blown erection, his cock was plumping up to about 50% hard. Given his dimensions, that translated to a 7+ inch bulge in his boxers.

"Fuck! It's like an oven in here! I'm sweating like crazy! At least I fixed the problem. Now all I have to do is . . . DAMN it!"

"What's wrong?" Bull asked.

"Ah, the release valve on this old a/c unit is stuck!"

"Can't you fix it?"

"To replace it would take another hour. But maybe I can force it open. Uhhggghhhhh! GGrrrrrruughhh! Shit!"

"No luck?"

"No!"

"Can I help?"

"Well, maybe we can put all those muscles to good use. C'mere."

Bull walked toward Darlene. He noticed that another of her shirt buttons had come undone, revealing two more inches of sweaty, heaving cleavage. He felt his cock grow from 50% to 75% hard, passing the 8" mark.

If Darlene noticed, she didn't say anything to Bull. "OK, you see that valve near the top of the unit?"

"Yes."

"OK, we need to rotate that counterclockwise about three turns. It's big enough that we can both get our hands around it, but it will be a tight fit. Let me get my hands on it first. OK, now stand behind me and reach around me with your arms, they're longer than time. C'mon cupcake! Get a little closer, I won't bite! That's it, now put your hands next to mine and grab the valve."

Bull stood behind Darlene and moved forward until his hands could reach the valve. Doing so brought his body in close contact with hers. His muscular arms touched hers, his big pecs and tight abs were flush against her back. And his crotch pressed tightly against that big muscular ass of hers. Whatever flexibility was left in his cock disappeared as it nested between those fantastic cheeks, separated only by his boxers and her tight shorts.

"Oh," she mumbled softly, trying unsuccessfully to ignore the feeling of a hot steel girder on her backside.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, jock boy, nothing. Ready? On the count of three. One, two, THREE."

The two tensed their muscles and tried to turn the wheel, but it didn't move.

"C'mon, again! One, two, THREE!" Again, nothing happened.

"God damn it! Are those muscles of yours just for show?! Show me what you got, big rig! Make me feel it this time!"

Darlene's words overcame Bull's self-consciousness. He pressed himself closer to the a/c tech, not caring that his cock was rock hard now and leaking precum through his boxers. He could feel the curve of her ample bosom on his upper arms as he gripped the valve tightly.

"One . . . two . . . THREEE!"

With a creak, the valve began turning. Working together, Bull and Darlene turned the valve once, twice, three times counterclockwise. Darlene flipped a switch, and the a/c unit began running.

"Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!" Darlene turned around and impulsively hugged Bull. During her efforts, the fourth button on her shirt had come undone, revealing most of her hot, sweaty chest. Bull stared at it appreciatively.

Darlene didn't mind. In fact, her attention was elsewhere—specifically, on the 9-inch club that threatened to tear a new hole in Bull's boxers. Impulsively, she reached into the slit at the front of the boxers and hauled out more meat than she had seen in a long time.

"Fuuck!" she whispered, slowly stroking his big cock. She looked up at Bull and smiled. "Time for me to go off the clock!"
 
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"Ethan" sat in his dorm room on that hot Saturday. The small-framed freshman biochemistry major had been fortunate in getting assigned to a single-person room. It didn't really matter, though. Most of his time was spent in the lab working on his experiments, experiments that were the culmination of years of work.

Scientific breakthroughs occur through a variety of motivations—a desire to help the world, a wish to get rich, simple curiosity in the way things work. But Ethan's motivation to develop the world's most advanced neurotransmitter stemmed from none of these. Instead, he was motivated by an unchangeable belief that "size mattered" and an unending desire to obtain that size.

Ethan, for all his superior intelligence, was not a large boy, not in any sense of the word. Puberty left him smaller than his peers, smaller in height, smaller in weight, smaller in muscle size, smaller in . . . well, you get the idea. The two inches he exhibited in the school locker rooms were not ignored by his fellow classmates, especially those who were significantly larger. And although his four-inch erection was not uncommon for someone his size, it was, at best, average. And Ethan's ego had little patience for being average.

Throughout high school, Ethan dedicated himself to his scientific experiments. He was brilliant, after all, and his efforts caught the attention of his teachers and college administrators. So, he had little difficulty getting admitted to his college's advanced biochemistry program, skipping the normal freshman classes and moving immediately to independent study with the university's best scientific minds.

While he was perfecting the hardware, he had laid his plans for "human trials." Purchasing a membership at the local gym, he spent weeks finding the perfect subject for the transference. He found Bull—the big, heaving muscle man with a dick over twice as long as Ethan's, practically as thick as his wrist. Ethan watched from afar as Bull worked out, pushing those muscles to exhaustion, later showering and soaping up every inch of cockflesh. It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair, Ethan would think, as he jerked off multiple times in his dorm room after spying on Bull at the gym.

His plans came to a head this past week. Before heading to the gym, he had slipped on the metal cock ring that would change everything. The twin he kept carefully hidden in his gym shorts. It had been easy, so easy, to catch Bull's attention, to entice him into inviting Ethan into the steam room. And even though Ethan had been thrilled finally to view that big dick up close, to touch it, to taste it, to suck it—Ethan had never lost sight of the mission. So, when Bull was caught up in his orgasm, Ethan had locked his cock ring's twin onto the big musclehead and slipped away.

He had waited patiently this past week. He knew that the rings worked, because every morning he woke up with a hard on that was twice as hard and sensitive as usual, as if nine inches of wood had been stuffed into his four-incher. Ethan could sense it when Bull wrapped that big hand of his around his cock, stroking up and down once or twice before letting go and letting his erection fade without relief. Frankly, he was surprised that Bull had managed to hold out so long without having sex or at least jerking off. But he could wait, oh yes, he could wait.

That Saturday, Ethan was studying for an upcoming exam. He was distracted by a feeling in his groin, a feeling of stimulation that grew stronger over the course of an hour, forcing his small cock to grow, and grow, and grow some more until it had reached its maximum length. Ethan resisted the urge to jack off. He wanted to see what would happen next.

Ethan stripped off his clothes and lay down on his bed. His cock pointed straight up at the ceiling. Ethan could feel the pressure build, the tension, the anticipation in Bull's cock became his own. Then, something started squeezing his cock, something that felt like a very warm, welcoming pair of ass cheeks. Ethan began breathing heavily. A moment later, he shivered as he felt something new—the feel of a soft but strong hand stroking his cock up and down, up and down. Ethan closed his eyes and let the sensations overwhelm him . . . .
 
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Wow this is a really cool concept. Very original, don't think I have ever read anything quite like this keep it up!
 
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Thanks for all the kind words. I'm very pleased with how the story is going so far, and I have the rest of it mapped out. I am off on holiday for the next ten days, so I will have to leave my readers "hanging" for a bit. Sorry for the delay, but I will make it up to you, I promise.
 
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"C'mere, studboy. Looks like we both could use some relief," Darlene said as she turned and walked into Bull's bedroom, her grip never loosening on his rock-hard supercock. Reaching his bed, Darlene turned back toward Bull. The big woman was six feet tall, just a little shorter than Bull, so she was able to look him almost straight in the eyes.

"All this heat has made me horny," she said bluntly. "And that fuckstick of yours is just what I need." With that, she leaned in and gave Bull a smoldering kiss that made his cock even harder, if that was possible. Her tongue forced its way between his lips, penetrating deep into his mouth and engaging his own tongue in a turgid wrestling match. Bull felt her strong hands around his neck, then his shoulders, then squeezing his big pecs.

Darlene broke the kiss. "Fuck, you got some muscles on you. Including this big piece of meat down here," grabbing his cock roughly and squeezing it hard. The stimulation almost caused Bull to come, right then and there. It had been a week since the last time he came, after all, and the big college stud was used to draining his manhood a lot more frequently than that.

Darlene sat on the edge of Bull's bed and pulled Bull to her. "Let's see what we got here," she said as she pulled Bull's precum-soaked boxers to the ground and sat back, her legs spread on each side of Bull's muscular quads.

"Pretty fuckin' amazing, jocko. I haven't seen this much manmeat since I split with my husband. He had a big cock too, but I think you are bigger than him. How much are you packing?"

"Nine inches."

"Shit, that's long. And thick, too. You must pound a pussy real good, don't you?"

"I haven't had any complaints."

"I bet! Mind if I put this thing through a workout? Nice cockring, by the way. I'm surprised you could find one that fit this huge tool."

Bull froze. A week ago, he wouldn't have hesitated to fuck the living shit out of this horny Amazon and bring her to a dozen orgasms before he was through with her. But now, not knowing just how much of his pleasure was being transmitted to the electronic voyeur on the other end of this cock ring, he wasn't sure how far he wanted this to go.

Darlene picked up on Bull's hesitation. "Aw, is the little college jock scared? Afraid my tight pussy will chew you up and spit you out? Why don't you start somewhere else and work your way down?"

The buxom blonde unbuttoned the rest of her workshirt and spread it wide open, revealing a pair of mountainous tits that were Partonesque in size and shape. Each had a large nipple that stuck out proudly from what must have been a pair of 40Fs at least. "Come suckle on these. You know you want to!"

Bull did. He really did. Whatever reluctance he may have had vanished as soon as Darlene thrust those barrage balloons at him. Darlene was still seated on the bed, so Bull knelt down in front of her and started kissing, licking, massaging, and sucking her tits. He had sucked a few titties in his time, and his skill levels were quite high.

Darlene could tell. She shivered under his delightful attention. "Ooooh, boy! You sure know how to treat a lady! Your tongue is just getting me hotter and hotter!"

After a couple of minutes, Darlene pushed Bull's mouth away. "God! I can't take it anymore. Give me some of that hard cock!"

"Um, I don't . . ."

"Don't fuck this up, jockboy!" Darlene said, massaging her own mounds. "Don't you want to make me happy? You know what would make me really happy? If you put that big fuckstick right . . . HERE!" With that, Darlene brought her arms together, squeezing her tits and creating a crevice of saliva-coated breastmeat. "Don't keep me waiting, stud. Just do it!"

Darlene's coaxing was too much for Bull. Forgetting for a moment about "Ethan," bull stood up and moved close to Darlene, his cock just outside her cleavage.

"That's it! Stick that meat between my big buns!" Darlene relaxed her arms just long enough for Bull to move his cock into position, then pushed them close again. Bull's bullcock was enveloped in a mass of hot titflesh. It felt almost as good as a pussy. Instinctively, Bull started rocking back and forth, his cock sliding up and down the warm channel, his copious precum mixing with the saliva and sweat to form the perfect boob lube.

Ethan—whose real name was actually Brian—lay flat on his bed, his rock hard cock sticking up straight in the air. Although nothing was actually touching his four-incher, he felt as though it had just plunged into the warmest, slickest, tightest place it had ever been. Since he was a virgin, he couldn't be sure, but he thought that the delicious friction might be caused by a pair of tits.

"Oh, my god, your tits feel so good!"

"Not as good as your big cock! Go faster!" Darlene said. Bull noticed that her hand had moved down her shorts, fingering herself in time with Bull's titfuck.

Even with Bull's large size, Darlene's tits managed to hide almost all of his cock. But with his lengthening thrusts, the tip of his swollen cockhead started peeking out of the top of Darlene's cleavage. Darlene noticed.

"Oooh, what do we have here? It looks like little Bull likes the feel of a woman's tits! Faster! Faster!! Show me how close can you get that juicy cockhead to my mouth! Faster!" she said, licking her lips and sticking her tongue out just an inch or so from Bull's approaching tip.

Brian couldn't believe what he was feeling. His little cock was feeling the effect of every stroke of Bull's nine inches, Bull's growing sex urge becoming his own. He would have come immediately, but Bull's sexual stamina was transmitted through the cock ring as well. Brian started flexing his hips, thrusting his cock in the air as the amazing feelings of his first virtual titfuck overwhelmed him. His years of jerking self-pleasure couldn't prepare him for the feelings he now was experiencing for the first time. Nine inches of pleasure in the four little inches of cock translated to ecstasy, plain and simple.

"Oh my god that's hot!" Bull cried, redoubling his thrusting, his cock creeping closer and closer to Darlene's hot mouth.

At that instant, Bull had a vision, a vision of "Ethan" laying naked on a bed somewhere, his hips thrusting up into the air in time with Bull's thrusts, moving closer to orgasm with Bull. He couldn't tell if the vision was real or just his imagination. Either way, his strong cockthrusts faltered.

"No way, jockboy. No way you are stopping now, not when we are both so close!" Darlene grabbed Bull's muscular asscheeks and PUULLLED him to her, his cockhead fully exposed above her big tits. At that moment, she bent her head and plunged her mouth several inches onto his big cock.

Bull's cock exploded in orgasm. He couldn't stop it if he had tried.

"FuuaaRRRKK!" he cried, while a week's worth of spunk flooded Darlene's hot mouth. Instinctively, his big hands pressed around her head to ensure that she swallowed every delicious drop. A full thirty seconds passed as he spasmed again and again. Darlene's fingers had returned to her pussy, and she joined Bull in orgasm before his strong jets of sperm tapered off.

Fuucckkkk! Brian screamed in parallel, his little cock shooting load after load of cum, more cum than he had ever produced before, high into the air and back down onto his naked, sweaty body.

"Damn, gorgeous! That was hot!" Darlene panted. Can't wait to try that big thing in my pussy once we catch our breath!"

Just then, they heard a beeping from Darlene's tool belt, which Darlene had taken off before they began their "fun." Darlene retrieved her cell phone and answered the call.

"Yeah? What, now? Can't it wait? Ok, ok, don't get your boxers in a twist, boss. Yeah, I'm finished here, I guess. OK, I'll be there in twenty minutes."

Darlene hung up and started buttoning her shirt. "Sorry cupcake, guess that fuck will have to wait. Got an emergency job I have to handle, somebody got their gerbil caught in an outlet drain." She got up to leave, gathered her tools, and kissed him before walking out the door. "Too bad, bet you are one good fuck. Next time, OK?"

The door shut behind her, leaving Bull standing naked in his apartment, cum still dripping from his momentarily deflated monster dick, the metal cockring still firmly attached.

Brian lay in his dorm room bed, exhausted. He had just experienced the most intense orgasm of his 18 years. And he wanted more just like it.
 
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Bull character is wonderful. Would love to have him next door showing off
and fucking his co-eds everyday. Thanks for making Bull believeable too.
9" is plenty big in the real world....
 
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[Ed. note--this part of the story is based (loosely) on a very fun gym encounter I once had.]

Over the next several days, Bull thought long and hard about what had happened. On the one hand, he felt like his privacy had been completely violated. On the other hand, he had to admit that there was something new and exciting about somebody else feeling what he felt, sensing what he sensed, enjoying the power and raw sexual energy of his big cock. It was exhibitionism and voyeurism taken to the ultimate degree—that little guy with his "magic" cock ring was not just watching Bull during his sexual escapades, he was living them right alongside Bull.

Even though Bull was no dummy, all this thinking was certainly a distraction from Bull's studies and, more importantly, his weightlifting. His Wednesday night lifting session was a bust. He sat on the flat bench, staring into space, wondering whether the cock ring transmitted his thoughts as well as the sensations from his oversized love tool . . . .

Behind him, Bull heard a vaguely familiar voice ask sarcastically, "You gonna lift sometime tonight, or just sit there and let your ass get even fatter?"

Bull leapt to his feet and turned around. "Who the fuck are you calling fat, you assho . . ." His voice faded as he recognized his old friend Travis. "T-bag! Holy shit! I didn't know you were back! How ya been, you big gayboy?"

Travis was a senior that Bull had known for a while. Like Bull, Travis was a serious gym rat. But where Bull was big and bulky, Travis was lean and tight. His 5' 10" frame carried 170 pounds, all of which was cut and ripped. He looked like one of those contestants on American Ninja Warrior, tan, buff, but not carrying an ounce of extra weight. He kept his black hair buzzed short, not only on top but all over his body.

Bull found Travis' body ridiculously sexy. The smaller college dude was wearing a tight muscle shirt and a pair of black shorts that hugged his tight ass closely.

"Got back a couple weeks ago."

"I thought you were going to be studying abroad for the rest of the semester."

"Change of plans. Decided American guys were sexier."

Yes, Travis was gay, as Bull knew from personal experience. Not just openly gay, but clearly, obviously, notoriously gay. It had gotten him into a little trouble with a couple of homophobes when he first started at the gym, but then he kicked both of their asses and things quieted down after that.

"Shit, really?"

"No, not really, dumbass. I doubled up on some classes so I could finish up and get back. Still trying to graduate early."

"Oh, cool."

"So what's been going on around here? Looks like you've been hitting the gym heavy, even though you were daydreaming earlier."

"Yeah, guess I was thinking too hard."

"Bull, you know that's not good for that little brain of yours," Travis said with a smile. "How about giving me some spots? I need some help with some of my lifts."

"Sure, man, absolutely. I was just about done, anyway. And that puny bod of yours needs all the help it can get!" Bull said jokingly. "What are you working tonight?"

"Full body. Just trying to do an all-around to help me get back in practice."

"Gotcha."

They started with legs. Bull worked with Travis on his leg extensions, then lunges. As Travis worked his hamstrings face down on a leg curl machine, Bull couldn't help but notice how sexy Travis' tight, muscular ass was. With every rep, Travis' glutes flexed, then relaxed, over and over, until Bull felt his groin start to tingle. They finished with squats. Bull stood behind Travis as Travis leaned back into the squat, that sexy ass brushing against Bull's front, up and down, up and down.

"Fuck!" Bull said under his breath.

"What did you say?" Travis asked, not so innocently.

"Never mind! Time for some delts!"

The pair worked shoulders next, first shoulder press, then side raises, then shrugs. Bull's body got closer and closer to Travis as the exercises progressed, brushing against the smaller jock, feeling his body heat, touching arms, legs, torsos . . . .

"Nice," Travis whispered, after feeling Bull's chest against his back during a set of shoulder flys.

"Huh?" Bull replied.

"Nothing, Bull. Good set, that's all. Fuckin' sweaty, though. Mind if I take off this shirt?"

"No, dude, go ahead."

Travis peeled off his t-shirt, revealing his tanned physique and body stubble. How fucking hot is that! Bull thought to himself.

They worked through chest and then finished with arms. The very last exercise they did was cable double bicep curls. Travis stood in front of a mirror, his arms straight out to each side, palms up, each hand grasping a handle of the cable machine. With each rep, he curled his hands up towards his ears, flexing both biceps hard to lift the weight. Bull stood behind Travis, watching his form.

As Travis performed the exercise, Bull noticed his elbows creeping higher. "No cheating! Watch your form! Keep those arms parallel to the ground!"

"I can't, Bull-Man! Too tired!"

"C'mon, fucker! Keep those arms level!" Bull reached around Travis and put his hands on Travis' biceps to hold them in the proper position as Travis flexed. He couldn't help but notice how big and hard they were. He squeezed them tightly. Not as big or as hard as Bull's, but plenty big enough. To keep Travis stable during the bicep curls, Bull had to press his entire body against him. Bull's big cock started growing once again as it pressed against Travis' lower back and upper ass.

All too soon, Travis finished the exercise. Both guys were breathing heavily, and not just because of the workout.

"So, Bull meister—want to go back to my place and catch up? I've got a six pack of protein shakes in the frig."

"Um, thanks T-bag, but I don't know. It is a school night, and I've got some work to do . . . ."

"Bull shit! Since when did you start worrying about classwork?" Travis put his hand on Bull's shoulder and squeezed. "Please? I really want to hear about what I've missed around here. It's been so LONG . . ." Travis said with a smirk.

"Oh, OK. You talked me into it."

"Great! I've learned a lot since I've been gone—and I want to share it with you. By the way, my roommate is out tonight, so we will have the place to ourselves."

They grabbed their stuff and walked to Travis' dorm room, which had an attached bathroom. Travis let Bull shower first. Then Travis showered while Bull lounged on Travis' bed, clad only in his boxers.

"Whew, that feels better," Travis said as he walked out of the bathroom, his hair still damp from the shower. He was wearing only a pair of bikini briefs that left little to the imagination. Every curve, every crevice, every ripped muscle was on display to Bull, who felt "little Bull" start to grow again.

"Now where were we?" Travis asked. "Oh, that's right. We're going to fuck now."