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Subject: NewStory: Yard Stud (Muscle guy)
Date: Thu, 06 Jun 1996 16:31:47 GMT
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Standard disclaimer: If you're not of age or offended by male/male sex
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Yard Stud

It was a hot summer and the house I just moved into was in a shambles.
The previous tenants hadleft a lot of junk in the back yard: tires,
logs, and a couple of old beaters, rusting and derelect. The landlord
was slow to have anything done around the place, so I finally decided
to call a hauling company. I picked one from the paper. It read "EZ
Haul. No job too big, no job too small". I called the number and a man
with a really deep sexy voice answered.
"EZ Haul. Whatcha got for me?"
"I got a few old cars and a whole pile of junk to go out. Probably
take a couple of guys and a tow truck," I said.
"I'll be over this afternoon," he said.
"But you'll need -" I started, but he'd hung up.
***
That afternoon the sun was high and hot. The doorbell rang. When I
answered it I was shocked. There was this guy. Huge. He was wearing a
tie-dye bandana, mirror shades, a tanktop and jeans. Every stitch on
him clung to his muscles. He was only 5'10", about my height but
looked to weigh about 400lbs. - and none of it fat. His massive hairy
pecs stuck out like pumpkins from his broad, rock hard gut. His traps
were like mounds of hard flesh against his thick neck. Veins snaked
like ropes over his shoulders and arms. He had a macho mustache and a
days growth of stubble, and tattoos all down his inhuman arms. These
guns looked to be about 23 inches unflexed! The bulge in his pants
gave me the clear impression he was carying some heavy equipment.
"Hi," he said, extending his big hairy hand. "I'm Joe with EZ Haul."
This was the guy on the phone. His voice was deep and incredibly sexy.
Seeing this mountain of muscle made my cock harden and I tried to
think about other things to keep it down. 
"Where's the shit I gotta move?" he asked casually flexing his pecs.
My mouth went dry as I showed his through the house. "Out back," I
stammered.
He went outside and started to work immediately. He grabbed armloads
of tires and hoisted them onto his big flatbed. I stood and watched
from the kitchen window as he lifted a huge log, which I could barely
shift withall my stength. He picked it up under one arm and then
grabbed another under his other. He lugged them to his truck and using
his foot, bent them up and snapped them like twigs before tossing them
on the pile.
Within an hour or so all that remained were the old cars. I watched as
he looked them over. His body was swollen with the pump he'd got from
the other work and I wantedto see what he'd do with these autos. He
pulled off his bandana revealing his almost shaved head. Sweat poured
off his brow. He looked incredibly hot and I started feelign my dick
grow inmy pants watching this behemoth of muscle work his huge body. 
He grabbed the front end of one of the cars and lifted, with no
strain! Then he pushed forward and I could hear the sound of metal
crunching. He strained more now pushign the car over onto itself. His
shirt stetched and finally tore up his back as his muscles grew with
the strin of pushing this massive weight. His arms looked to be twice
the size from when he arrived, pumped and huge the veins standing out
like firehoses. His massive hairy forearms were tangled knots of thick
muscle. His neck spread out thickening with with the pump e was
getting. 
Finally, the car couldn't take the pressure this muscle man was
exerting. Glass popped and the frame of the car bent with the power of
this superhuman man. Soon he'd folded the car into a heap and
positioned himself underneath. He lifted the ton of twisted metal like
a sack of potatoes and hoisted it onw his back walked over to the
truck and tossed it on top.
"Shit!" I said aloud as i watched this incredible feat of raw
masculine power. He looked over and saw me watching. He rubbed the
sweat from his forehead his huge biceps flexed and massive. I was in
awe of his power and muscle and my cock was straining to get out of my
pants. The bulge in his jeans had grown and I he rubbed it casually.
He pulled what little remained of his tank top off his torso,
revealing huge pecs and a rock hard gut. Here was this incredibly sexy
muscle giant standing in my backyard. He walked to the back door and
entered.
"Hey, guy can I get a drink of water? That was pretty hard work out
there."
"Sure," I said offering him a glass. "Man! You must be incredibly
powerful to do that!"
"Yeah, pretty fucking strong!" he grunted flexing his arm at his side,
the knotted bicep like a twisted basketball. He rolled hishead showing
off his thick neck and traps. 
"You're fucking huge, Joe! How big are those arms - look to be about
24 inches, man!"
"Twenty-nine 'bout now," he said proudly raising one massive thick arm
in front of my face. "Looks pretty fuckin hot, huh? I see you like
it." He grabbed my crotch and rubbed my hardon. "Yeah, I got that
effect on people. Men, women they all fukin freak when they see me.
Big stud with big muscles. Go ahead and touch it, guy."
I touched his massive arm and he flexed it more. Then he raised the
other in a freaky double biceps, hairy sweaty pits and heavy male
scent. He lowered his arms and flexed his huge pecs.
"Like these fuckin' pigs? Squeeze 'em!" I squeezed his pecs but barely
dented the hard muscle. Then he moved his lips to mine and his tongue
entered my mouth. I tasted the saltysweat on his mustache and wrapped
my arms around his neck. He held my hips with his massive hairy hands,
and I felt his ham-sized, hairy forearms as he fondled my ass. I
groaned as he caressed my butt and desperately wanted him to fuck me.
"Let's go to the bedroom," I said. He followed me closely, squeezing
my ass in his strong hands. In the bedroom he turned me around and
kissed me again."Strip," he commanded. I did. Then he pulled me too
him and I felt his mass and power. Then he stood back and started
posing. I ran my hands all over his huge frame, feeling his hairy pecs
his superhuman arms, his neck, traps, shoulders and thick back. 
He continued flexing reveling in my adoration. "Yeah! Worship this big
muscle man! Worship my fuckin' huge dick!" He tugged his zipper
roughly and pulled out a massive cock, half hard. "Even 12 inches of
muscle dick for you, buddy. Get down there and make him feel good!"
I got on my knees, pulling  my own cock out and tongued the huge
shaftof his dick. It bobbed and flexed as I licked and stroked it. He
towered over me his hands onhis hips as I sucked and licked the huge
dong. Then he picked me up and put me on the bed. 
"Time to work that ass, man. Never been fucked by anyone like me
before, huh?" His huge cock flexed and he lubed it up. Then he bent
down and spread my cheeks open flcking his tongue over my quivering
hole. One by one he worked in his fingers. First one then two and
finally three. His thumb worked over my balls as he loosened me up.
Then he knelt onthe bed and positioned his rock hard dick atmy eager
asshole. He pushed in slow and steady and I could feel him flexing it
in my ass, letting meknow he was there. 
"Being fucked by my muscle pole, guy! Feel these muscles while I fuck
you!"
He fucked me for what seemed like hours, leaning his huge body over
me, I felt his hairy pecs, ran my hands over his arms and licked his
hairy forearms while his cock kept perfect rythym in my ass. Hegrabbed
my dick and fisted it and I felt the cum rising in my balls.
"Yeah, Joe! I'm gonna shoot, stud!" I cried as cum gushed over my
chest and into my hair. He picked me upand carried meto the center of
the room. Hejacked me upand down on his huge prick and I could feel
his big nuts slapping against my ass. He grunted a few times and then
pressed his mouth to mine. I rubbed his huge pecs, pulling the hair on
them and I felt his huge dick explode in my ass, shooting loads of hot
cum deep inside me. 
We stayed like this for some time, and we both came a few more times
that afternoon and into the evening.
And now, every weekend, I'm tempted to mess up my yard.