Monstrous, was one way people chose to describe his muscles, and they were monstrous. He could bench 350lbs. by the age of 16, and by the time we were both 18 year old seniors in high school he was bench 550lbs. and maxing out at 600lbs. His chest was the most amazing thing one could behold in this lifetime and his smile was disarming, if you could see it behind his massive muscles and look as high up as 66 to see the glorious face. Imagine if you will, Adonis then multiply him by ten and you will have the face of my obsession, the only man I would give it to, the strongest, smartest, most beautiful, and most honest person I have ever met. His whole body appeared to be made of stone, yet was warm, almost hot to the touch. His eyes seemed to have fire in them, but were soft and understanding. He is flawless, and I am not but I still love him, and he grew to love me. When I first professed my love to him he was taken aback and gave me a look of absolute confusion and disapproval, the he smiled at me and said tenderly, I am really flattered, but at the moment I am very attracted to women, men are nice and all, but right now I favor the ladies. If I change my mind, you will be the first to know. Promise. That was when we were freshman and he was the same size as me, puberty had almost finished with me, but just started with him. By the end of sophomore year he was taller than me, stronger, hairy, his voice was deeper, and his dick was bigger. It was if every day in the locker-room I saw his balls get bigger and hang lower, his dick get longer and thicker, and that mushroom head of his get bigger as his piss-slit grew longer. By senior year the word in the halls was that he was so big the last girl he fucked cant have kids because his dick crushed her ovaries. Of course that was all exaggeration, but every lie has some truth to it. In order to understand how we became we instead of just me, you must first understand the man I love, Samson Edward Phillips Sam the man (and oh was he manly), Sexy Sam(jizz in your pants good), Sam the Snake (for obvious reasons), and my favorite Sam the sweetie. He was a charmer, but a gentleman, and lover and not a fighter, but fiery about everything he did. He was the strongest but defended the weak, he was biggest, but not the baddest. He once said, If I ever fall in love it will be forever, or Ill never fall in love. So he began to woe this girl Sally May, but she cheated on him. So he moved on and fell head-over-heels for this girl Jennifer, but she was too demanding and controlling. His cycle of searching for love in all the wrong places lead him to swearing off girls at the end of junior year. Which also fueled the rumor about his dick being too big for girls, but fueled my desire to try his monster cock out for myself if girls cant handle let a man try. About halfway through the summer I got a call from Sam the sweetie asking me to go swimming in the lake with him. It didnt take me a second to respond with a resounding yes, he chuckled at my readiness and simply replied Ill be there at noon. He hung up and I swooned, I couldnt wait to see if his muscles had grown in the last month, or better if his dick had. I pulled up to the lake in my beat-up Chevy truck beaming with anticipation to see my sweet temptation. To say it was summer, it was rather strange to see so few teens at the lake, only later did I find that Samson had asked them all to go elsewhere so he and I could have some alone time. I looked to the left and there he was, still clothed fully in his swim trunks and a white tee-shirt, and smiling at my foolish grin. Hey handsome! he called to me, and I looked back to see if he was talking to someone else. No, Im talking to you Jake. Stop being stupid and come over here, I have a secret to tell you. I ran full speed to him, What secret? I asked, I have a crush on someone. Well who is it Sam? I already told one secret, why should I tell another? Because, you can trust me. Tell you what, if you can beat me in and arm wrestling competition, I will tell you I knew there was no way on earth I could beat SAMSON in an arm wrestling competition, but I really wanted to know who he had a crush on, maybe he stopped favoring the ladies and his new crush is me! Youre on! I replied. He smiled at my enthusiasm, he smiled a lot that day come to think of it. As he slowly began to take off his shirt. I dont want it to get dirty. He said as he threw it on the nearby picnic table and began to flex his oversized biceps at me, trying to intimidate me, when all it did was arouse me. In response to him I took my own shirt off, revealing a tan body, not half as engorged but almost as defined as his own. Youve been working out havent you? He asked. Just trying to keep up with you Sam. I playfully responded. As we made our way to the table to battle it out Samson continued to flex his arms and I mimicked his actions, hoping to impress him. We got to the table and Sam realized he couldnt get in because of the sheer size of his leg muscles. The table bent and creaked as much as it could, but he just wouldnt fit, sometimes I forget how huge he really is. 66 and 355lbs. is pretty massive, even for NFL standards. He is only about 5% body fat, I remember hearing him brag to one of the other football players. Every college in the nation wants him, even the NFL tried to get him straight out of high school, but he wants a degree, hes too smart to not get one.