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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.
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.