Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2002 21:08:05 -0500
From: XH4M <xhuge4muscl@hotmail.com>
Subject: BIG IS BETTER 14

BIG IS BETTER

By XH4M

This story is a fantasy.  All characters in this story are fictional with
no resemblance to any real persons implied.  Any reader with objections to
graphic descriptions of sexual encounters between males, who may not have
reached the legal age of consent, or whose local, regional, state or
national jurisprudence prohibits such descriptions, should NOT read
further.  Copyright (c) 2000 XH4M.  All rights, implicit or implied, except
for distribution by this archive and personal use by the individual
downloading the file, are reserved.  Inquiries regarding publishing rights
for this story should be directed to: xhuge4muscl@hotmail.com


PART 14 - THE SCORE

I didn't own a car, typical poor college student that I was.  Sam said he'd
bring me back to campus anytime after we were done.  If this encounter
unfolded like most others, Sam would be bringing me back to my dorm sooner
than he probably was planning on.  But I thanked him for his well-intended
offer, knowing I could always walk if he reneged like some of my previous
'hosts.'

As we walked up to his older model three-quarter ton pickup, I noted it was
still in terrific shape, the paint and chrome brightly gleaming in the
sunshine.  Sam obviously gave his truck serious t.l.c. routinely.

"Just hop on in, Pete!" he said, unlocking the door for me first.

The first thing I realized when he climbed in himself was - did this dude
ever fill up a truck cab!  Man o' man!  I knew he was huge when we were in
the bar, but I had nothing to put his size into much perspective.  Now it
hit me like a rock when I saw how confined his body was inside the truck
cab.  Honestly, Sam was so gigantically-framed I began feeling both
intimidated and totally turned on at the same time.  It was the weirdest
combination of feelings - the ultimate in yin and yang: Beauty and The
Beast all rolled into one guy.  If this ruggedly handsome monster of a man
ever intended to do me bodily harm, he'd have an easy time of it.

I was quite relieved Sam talked a lot as we bounced along across town.  His
light-hearted, incessant banter put my mind more at ease, and I figured I'd
probably live to see another sunrise anyway.  He didn't seem to have a mean
bone in his entire, fantastically-immense body.  I discovered a few more
details about Sam, buried in his chatter.  He'd worked at a gym since he
was a teenager and now lived in a small 2nd floor apartment directly above
it.  He told me a little about his family, too.  I gathered his Dad had
been a professional wrestler - evidently a well-known name in that business
in his day.  I'd never followed wrestling, so his dad's ring name didn't
mean a thing to me.  Sam could have just been pulling my chain.  He also
mentioned his family had moved all over the country while he was growing
up.  He'd gone to a dozen schools in about a dozen years, but never
graduated.

"I never was no good with books," was his exact quote.  I thought it must
have been a rough childhood but kept that opinion to myself.  There was a
lull in our conversation for awhile.  I was aware of the radio playing at a
low volume.  Finally Sam broke the silence, turning his head towards me.

"So, today's really your birthday, huh?" he asked.

"Yep, today's the big day," I repeated again.

"Wow - we's both Scorpio's, Pete!  I know'd there was gonna be some special
sparks gettin' together with you...."

I smiled understandingly though I certainly did not.

"So how old are you, Pete?  Just I wondered, that's all...."

"I turned 19 years old early this morning - about 16 hours ago, according
to my Mom."

Sam shook his head in disbelief, then chastised himself with a good-natured
chuckle.

"God, I's robbin' the cradle.  You ain't even legal drinking age yet.
You're name is 'Jay L. Bait' in this state.  They gotta get some brighter
lights in that joint..."

I didn't like his comment.  Sure I was illegally underage - but
pathetically horny, too.  I was sure he'd pull over and ask me to get out
of his truck - and this would end before it even got started.  But The
Fates shined on me that night.

"But ya didn't lie to me either, Pete - and that means a lot.  And ya also
got something there," he said, glancing over at my crotch very approvingly,
"that makes you a real man in my eyes...."

Now that felt oddly positive, even though I usually didn't like comments
made about my dick.  Again, it wasn't his words as much as something about
the way he said them.  Sam struck me as being, if not a Rhodes scholar, at
least unquestioningly sincere.  I found myself strangely willing to believe
what he said more as time went on.

"So how about you.  How old are you, Sam?" I said, hoping to quickly
redirect the conversation elsewhere.

"In dog years, I'm dead," Sam replied, cracking a droll smile.  "That means
I'll be 28 real soon, Pete."

And less than a minute later, Sam was pulling over and parked in front of
two-story brick building.  We got out of the truck and walked towards the
front of the brick building.  The weights and gym equipment were visible
through the large plate-glass windows.  The sign overhead read simply, "Big
IS Better."  Strange name for a gym, I thought.  There was nothing fancy
about the place.  It sure wasn't a glitzy, expensive health club catering
to the beautiful crowd and it was a safe bet I wouldn't find a juice bar,
swimming pool, sauna or discotheque inside.  It was a proverbial
neighborhood 'townie' gym.

We walked past the main entrance and proceeded to a door at the far end of
the building.  Sam led me up a narrow flight of stairs to a landing where
he paused to unlock his apartment door.  I was startled to see Sam's body
completely fill the door frame as we walked through it into his apartment,
and noticed he'd also ducked his head slightly.

Yikes!  That sight gave me an uneasy feeling.  The recurring thought popped
into my head this guy could easily rip me into tiny pieces if he wanted to.
The dude was just TOO damn big.  That reality both attracted and repelled
me.  I remembered Sam saying how other guys routinely ran away from him.  I
should have done precisely that while I'd had the opportunity - but it was
too late.  And when the lock snapped as Sam closed the door behind me, I
suddenly felt extraordinarily uncomfortable.

Sam ushered me into a living room.  I just stood there as he turned the
light down low and put a CD on to play.  It was kind of atmospheric - you
know what I mean - sexy-like.  Then he sat down on an unusually large easy
chair - maybe even custom-made I thought - and faced me while I still stood
awkwardly in the middle of the room.

"Pete, now I want to see that big 'ol thang in your pants.  Show it to
me...."

I'd never been asked to strip while some guy just sat passively staring at
me.  Consuming one beer over an hour ago hadn't begun to loosen my
inhibitions nearly enough for this; moreover it was inconceivable a guy
could get so wildly turned on just looking at my dick.  This entire scene
was too weird-feeling and I started to panic.  But to Sam's credit, he
noticed my awkward hesitation and uncomfortable body language.

"Say, ah... you maybe nervous, Pete?  Just relax, O.K.?  You've got nothing
to be embarrassed about down there.  This is supposed to be fun!  Now show
me that great cock of yours."

Saying no didn't seem to be an option, so I nervously undid my belt,
unbuttoned my jeans and let them slip down slowly around my ankles with
great trepidation.  I stood there like a mannequin about 5 feet in front of
him.

His initially expressionless stare only exacerbated my growing wariness
until I saw a mile-wide grin spreading across his face.

"Damn, you sure do fill out a pair of skivvies!  I can see everything right
through 'em!  That's one big sexy bulge ya got down there.  Looks like
mighty heavy-duty equipment to me.  I loves watchin' hogs get all
growed-up.  That'll really turn me on!"

His approving smile put me slightly more at ease.  My conflicting 'fuck or
flee' feelings began to tip more in favor of possibly 'fuck.'  I even
chuckled a bit contemplating the ridiculousness of this situation.

"Can ya get a boner right now for me?  Maybe you can just think horny
thoughts or somethin'.  Turn that thing into a monster!  Yeah, go ahead and
get that big dick REAL hard!"

I considered for a moment what he'd just said to me both then, as well as
previously.  It was becoming apparent I wasn't going to be discussing
theoretical quantum theory that afternoon with this guy - probably never,
actually.  I would have to keep my conversation very - well - basic.  Sam
obviously liked hot 'cock-talk.' That made him all-sexy feeling, I
surmised.  I wouldn't need to be straining my vocabulary much to maintain
his interest - maybe a dozen words at most, I figured.  At least now I knew
most of them, my college education having taught me something actually
useful now.  I had no problem with that.  Dirty talk might even be kind of
sexy, especially with this giant man.  "I can get into this for awhile," I
thought to myself.

But Sam wasn't the only one staring either.  My gaze was constantly being
drawn back to his bulging muscles like iron to a magnet.

"You're already hard, Sam.  God, do you EVER look hard...."

Sam looked a bit puzzled by my truthful comment, then the bulb finally
flashed in his brain.

"Oh, yeah.  I plum forgot I'd made a deal with you!" he said.  "You'd show
me and I'd show you.  It was my shirt, right?  Promises are promises...."

Yep, that was definitely the ticket to meeting his 'performance
expectations.'

"That's right, Sam.  A deal's a deal.  That'll give me a quick boner for
sure.  Definitely a VERY big, hard one."  I was sticking to the
conversational basics to make sure the big guy and I were 'communicating'
effectively.

Sam whistled a few bars of 'Happy Birthday' as he removed his big flannel
shirt.  The mere tee-short remaining underneath couldn't begin to conceal
Sam's commanding physique.  My dick sprang to life with gusto, quickly
lifting my jockeys outward with its broad, swelling back.  I got
lightheaded.  I thought my heart would burst trying to suddenly pump so
much blood into both of my heads at once.  To say this stud was "all
muscle" doesn't begin to describe the real impact.  I wasn't even sure what
I was seeing.  Sam was shockingly huge - and everywhere I looked.  When he
noticed my astonished jaw-drop, he tried offering sort of an explanation.

"This is all because - well - I just like liftin' heavy things, Pete.  It
makes me feel good so I do it all the time!  I'm real strong.  I've got big
muscles, and I'm gonna get even bigger ones, too!"

Sam had a habit for understatement.  My eyes were popping out of my head
trying to make some sense of the simply unbelievable.  I wondered if Sam
really understood just how huge he was already, relative to virtually any
other human being.  But his simple explanation also worked on my brain like
a powerful aphrodisiac.  His white tee-shirt was tautly stretched,
straining to cover all of the dominate shapes of his upper body.  Two iron
railings of muscle sloped down on each side from his huge neck and
disappeared into the broad, round melons which formed his shoulders.  His
upper arms were outrageously large.  In fact he possessed absolutely the
biggest set of arms I'd ever seen on any man - even bigger than a guy in a
muscle magazine I'd once seen.  Even his rope-like stomach muscles were
clearly visible right through the tee-shirt.  His upper body exploded out
in all directions from what would be a trim waist for any man, let alone a
man of such gargantuan stature.  His huge arms didn't rest exactly at his
sides either.  They couldn't.  Suspended from massively broad shoulders,
they seemed to be wedged out by two impossibly thick columns of muscle
running prominently up each side of his back.  And then there were those
two colossal muscle-mountains on his chest, so obviously rising and falling
with each breath he took.  He was a magnificent muscular specimen -
physically more beast actually than man.

Meanwhile, Sam was thoroughly enjoying watching the evidence of my own
growing excitement.

"Pete, you're gettin' my blood boiling!"

He was concentrating on my dick as I concentrated on his body.  If nothing
else, these particular mutual interests in each other seemed perfectly
harmonious at the moment.  Sam was equally fascinated with me and was
clearly excited by staring at my particular endowment.  Yep, strangely the
playing field seemed leveled and this boosted my confidence.  My initial
misgivings were slipping away as my burgeoning hormones assumed more direct
control, urging me past some of my natural inhibitions.

"Sam, could you maybe... just take off your tee-shirt, too?" I asked
tenuously.

But Sam was more on-board with the program than I realized and completely
attuned to the energy already resonating between us.  This whole encounter
with Sam was rapidly approaching the bizarre anyway.  And what happened
next would plunge me into a new world beyond anything I could have imagined
- a 'pinch me, this can't be real' experience - and a dream from which I
never wanted to wake up.  But this was no dream at all....

"Pete, I want your birthday to be somethin' real special.  So tonight, you
own me.  And this is all yours," he said, giving his own body the quick
once-over to indicate what he'd meant.

"So you want me to lose this tee-shirt, right?" he asked again.

"Yeah, that'll be great," I responded, wildly anticipating the event and
fighting the sudden urge to stroke my cock.  "Definitely lose the
tee-shirt."

Sam rose up out of the chair.  "Anything you want, Pete.  The shirt's
history...."

He grabbed the neck of his tee-shirt and suddenly ripped it wide open right
down the middle, exposing his naked - and stunningly huge - upper torso.

"Is this enough skin for ya, Pete?"

Easily well over 350 pounds of relaxed, perfectly-carved manhood stood
there in just a pair of jeans, towering in front of me.  Frankly, he could
have weighed 400 to 500 pounds - maybe even more.  He was just so
stunningly massive and yet perfectly-proportioned that his body weight and
his height were difficult to estimate, and his degree of vascularity also
defied his extreme body weight.  Sam's physique was perfectly chiseled.
This was one powerfully-built colossus of a man with spectacular muscles.
Each one was astoundingly distinct and cut.  His body hair actually
amplified the overall visual impact of his physique.  He wasn't shaved like
most builders I'd seen in those magazines.  Frankly, it made him look
stunningly masculine and sexy.  Just the right amount, in all the right
places.  A beautiful love trail ran up from his jeans following the
centerline of his abdominals and spread out naturally across those mighty
majestic mounds projecting from his chest.  His immense physique, combined
with such a perfectly dispersed pattern of body hair and handsome rugged
good looks, created a statement that said to me, "Measure any other man by
THIS package."

Sam casually tossed the shredded remains of the tee-shirt to the side.

"So ask me for anything - anything ya want, Pete... 'cause I'm real hot for
you.  Whatever makes your cock hard - and keeps it hard, too!  Ain't
nothing ya can't ask - nothing ya can't do to me - or with me.  I want that
big cock.  It's amazin'!"  He paused a moment and then added, "and I'm
really hopin' I'm big enough for ya."

Big enough?  Almost choking, I tried to fathom everything I'd just heard,
not quite yet believing my ears.  But he clearly meant it - even his
misguided question about whether he was 'big enough' was utterly honest.
He meant every single word!  I was starting to slowly understand that Sam
thought in very simple, straightforward ways.  Amazingly simple actually.
There was a tangible boy-like quality to his personality.  And all this
boyishness lived within the body of the manliest of men imaginable.
Actually - he was unimaginable.

It looked as if Sam routinely bench-pressed Abrahms tanks to have build up
those rock-hard granite mountains of muscle all over his body.  There was
not a single inch of him that didn't... well... bulge.  He bulged out
everywhere.  Every muscle group impressed me utterly - each one just
perfect - and perfectly huge.  Here in front of my eyes stood Hercules,
born of Zeus, in the flesh.  There was no doubt at all this was one
incredibly strong guy - definitely one in a million or maybe even a
billion.

I was aware of an enormous surge of growth in my cock and then my head
reeled.  Nearly blacking out, I swooned and stumbled forward on wobbling
legs.

"Whoa there!" Sam said as he caught me, breaking my fall.  "You OK?  Pete,
are you OK?"

I shook my head to throw off the momentary dizziness.  "Yeah, I'm O.K.
That happens sometimes when I get... excited... too fast."  I raised my
head to look up at him.  "And right now, Sam, I'm too turned-on...."

Still supporting me with one hand, Sam eased himself back down in his
chair, propping me up on my feet in front of him.

"Terrific!  That means you's havin' some FUN!  So... I can take off your
underwear now?"

"Uh... sure.  Go... go right ahead," I replied without paying attention to
what I was saying.  My head was still swirling.

My jockeys were literally there one second and gone the next - like magic.
With blazing speed, Sam had reached out, grabbed them by the band and
effortlessly snapped them right off me as easily as he'd removed his
tee-shirt - so fast my body didn't even recoil.  It was just like whipping
a tablecloth out from underneath a table set with china and nothing moves.

"Shit, what a sausage - and with a 100% all-natural casing, to boot!
Yowza!!  Look at the SIZE of it!"

"Am I big enough for you?"  I asked, teasing him now with his own words,
and surprisingly myself actually.  "Where I grew up, guys weren't
circumcised, unfortunately.  Just the Outlanders were."

"What do ya mean 'unfortunately,' boy?  You got yourself a genuine pig in a
blanket there!  Ain't nothing sexier than a fully-wrapped giant piece of
manmeat.  That's g-o-r-g-e-o-u-s !"

I moved my hips a little so he could appreciate what a heavy piece of
pendulous meat it was - all caused by just looking at Sam's
massively-muscled bare torso.

Sam reached for my big schlong and squeezed it a few times and then grabbed
me around my waist, pulling me forward more towards the chair.  I quickly
spread my legs widely apart just to be able to stand straddling his own.
His hand moved to my lower-back as he slouched down a bit more in the
chair.  Then he leaned me down right into him until my schlong was resting
in the deep chasm between his giant squares of chest muscle.  But the truth
is I didn't have to lean all that far because his upper body was so utterly
massive.  I couldn't help myself, succumbing instantly to a powerful urge
to just rub it slowly in-between them.  The feeling of his chest hair and
those huge, hard man-mountains was beyond just incredible.  It approached
something almost spiritual.  Meanwhile Same just stared directly down at
his chest and watched my cock.

"Wow - just look at that big thing..." Sam pronounced with admiration.

"Ah, Sam... I can get bigger - if I don't pass out first...."

The comment suddenly inspired Sam.  He somehow willed his two mighty
dirigibles to rise up around my cock, until it was nearly surrounded - no
small feat either, considering my girth.  My cock was suddenly cradled
snugly in this new, wildly hot embrace.  Only his huge muscles could do
something which felt so amazing.

"How can you DO that?" I panted between my increasingly lusty thrusts. "I
mean - how do you make 'em just bulge out like that?"  Not able to even
wait for some response, I leaned in more, grabbing on to his shoulders to
steady myself and began screwing them more lustfully.

Sam somehow exerted even more mental control over his two amazing muscle
mounds.  They started moving back and forth - up and I felt his powerful
behemoths caressing, pressing, squeezing and otherwise encouraging my cock
to grow ever-fatter.  I must have been literally drooling on him by this
point.  He was deliberately stroking me with those amazing chest muscles!

"Wow!  Look at it SWELL!"  Sam said as he worked his massive boulders even
harder.  The real lather he was working up just further lubricated his
mighty makeshift muscle-pussy.  Sam was more than turned-on by all this,
too.  His eyes were swinging back and forth wildly.

"This is HOT, Sam!" I exclaimed breathlessly.

Sam parroted my remarks.  "Yeah, why don't 'cha reach back and jerk me off,
Pete, while you're fuckin' my chest with that hot cock...."

I obediently reached back behind me, blindly fumbling around to unbutton
his jeans and unzip his fly.  It was surprisingly easy enough to find Sam's
own big hog.  Considering the size of this man, it was a big handful of
meat compared with most guys.  Feeling his unexpected size surprisingly
aroused me even more.  I started jerking his big piece and really pounded
that sucker, too.  Sam's immediate groans proclaimed his overwhelming
approval of my hand-job technique.

In fact I was just getting warmed up nicely when Sam unexpectedly blurted,
"Cum... I want you to cum.  Shoot in my mouth!  Yeah, fuck 'em, stud.  Fuck
these big pectorals!"

He grabbed his massy three-dimensional mastiffs and pressed them together,
the huge sides of beef glistening with sweat.  My big oranges slamming
against those hard walls of muscle was driving me wild.  My hips pounded
away, driving my cock deeply between them.  Sam was moaning loud as a
steer, signaling his over-the-top arousal.

I had no problem cumming on request and it was obvious he really wanted me
to.  So within seconds, I exploded.  Cum began pumping out of my balls,
shooting out between his 'pectorals' - thanks to Sam, at least I knew these
huge muscles had a name - right into his wide-opened, eagerly-awaiting
mouth.

Sam's own meat throbbed in my hand as he began blowing his own big load:
his deep guttural noises heralding his obvious man-pleasure.  I grabbed a
big gob of his own cum and slapped it right back on his still-jacking meat,
just to lube it some more.  I wanted to keep him cumming until I'd squeezed
every last drop out of him - and Sam certainly didn't disappoint me in that
department.  His sustainable pumping power was truly remarkable.  I
continued emptying my oversized cum tanks in his overflowing mouth, though
Sam was gobbling it down as fast as he could.  The excess dribbled down his
chin and ran onto his chest.  After spilling our last drops, he pulled me
down on top of his huge hot body, and leaning back fully, moving me around
all over him like a big towel, smearing all the cum between us.  My body
seemed to disappear into his truly massive frame.  There was just so much
of him!  I had to spread my arms wide just to grab hold of him around the
outsides of those monstrous arms.  Being pressed full-bodied against such a
huge, hard and handsome man-beast felt so hot he could use my body for his
personal cum rag anytime!

I lay on top of him for awhile catching my breath with my arms still fully
outstretched around his.  Sam pulled me up higher on his body and just held
me, squeezing me gently against him occasionally with one arm while running
his fingers through my hair and stroking my face with his other.  I was
flooded with wonderful feelings without a care in the whole world.  Not
only could this brute be quite gentle, but his actions seemed unexpectedly
affectionate.

His big hand practically surrounded my head as Sam gently coaxed my face
closer to his until we were cheek-to-cheek.  Then his huge paws slowly
explored all the way from the back of my neck to well below my knees.  This
bruiser had one hell of a reach!  Eventually, Sam's mouth found my own and
.. he suddenly kissed me again.  But unlike the kiss in the bar, this time
Sam's lingered unhurriedly and I was much more aware of his full and
beautifully wet lips.  The man's mouth was damn hot!  Being kissed by Sam
would redefine 'sucking face' for me forever more.  The prolonged kiss also
allowed me to become aware of his beard - and just how sexy 'stubble' was.
This guy must be some reincarnated sex god, I thought.  Everything about
him was utterly hot - in fact so hot he rekindled my fire and my cock began
swelling anew.

A fact which also did not go unobserved by Sam.  It's a difficult thing to
miss about me anyway, but Sam possessed an unusually keen awareness of
penises.

"Good God," he said, referring to my fresh arousal, "I hope this means ya
really likes me a lot... 'cause I really likes you."

"I 'likes' you too, Sam."  Bad English, but still true enough.

That seemed to be all the encouragement Sam needed.  He began to reveal
some of his 'deeper' thoughts.

"I knew you was special when I saw'd you this afternoon, I did.  You're a
good boy, and you got a b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l crotch rocket - the hottest one
I've ever seen on a guy.  It's a whale!  See Pete, the thing is... I think
I been waiting for you, maybe my whole life.  So, can I watch you get
excited again?  Just lookin' at it gettin' bigger drives me half-crazy!"

Wanting to egg him on just a little more, I said, "Sure you can, but then
what?"  I wasn't prepared for how he'd respond.

"Well, when ya get it up again - then I want to have some REAL sex with
you.  I want ya to give me that huge cock - and use all of it.  That's only
if you'd like doin' it with me, 'course.  I could screw with you all night
long - non-stop.  I think maybe even... forever...."

"What do you mean by 'real sex?" I asked a bit naively.  "I mean a guy like
you must have sex all the time!"

Well so much for assuming, I was about to learn.  Sam hesitated, thinking
about his response.

"Well... that ain't quite true, Pete.  It's been a long time since I've
have what I'd call - real sex - with a guy.  Oh yeah, sometimes when
they're really drunk I don't scare them quite so much - and they'd let me
diddle with there dicks - but that's all.  Even those times are rare now
'cause I've been gettin' bigger all the time.  So the truth is... I don't
screw 'round hardly at all anymore.  Hell Pete, just look at me.  I dwarf
most guys!  Normal-sized guys are just way too small for the way I'm made.
They don't seem to... well... satisfy me, if you know what I mean.  I just
stopped bothering some time ago.  I ain't been to no bar in - hell, I can't
even 'member the last time - 'til this afternoon, of course.  Then a buddy
'o mine told me 'bout you, maybe a few weeks back.  Seems you got yourself
some reputation down at that place.  My buddy said I'd better get my butt
down there fast and try to find you.  He said you was special... and ya
know what?  He was completely right 'bout that, Pete.  I didn't believe a
guy like you even existed.  But here you are - and God, you ARE hot!
You're perfect!  I know you're REALLY gonna do it for me... and TO me! !
I've been waitin' for you maybe my whole life...."

I choked hard and bolted upright, pushing myself off him with my arms and
standing up on my feet again.  I couldn't get my breath.  My mind raced
trying to recap everything - each thing - Sam had uttered.  His directness
had caught me completely off guard again.  "Use all of it"?  "Real sex"?
"Forever"?  I was still mulling this over even as I was about to expire
from choking.  Whatever he'd meant - it all sounded VERY hot.  And if that
was only foreplay we'd just had, then I was a dead man anyway.  I'd die a
mighty happy one though.

"What's wrong?  You O.K.?"  Sam asked with real concern ask I continued to
spastically choke.  "I think I know how to do that Heimlich maneuver
thing."  He moved in to grab me under my ribs.

Startled, I held out my arm, pushing him - well, more truthfully pushing
myself - forcefully away in protest, just imagining what CPR administered
by King Kong would do to me.  That cure seemed potentially more lethal than
the illness to me.

"No.  I'll be OK, Sam," I managed to wheeze between bouts of hacking, "I
prefer that my ribs all in one piece, thanks.  It was just something caught
in my throat, I think.  I'll be fine...."

In the seconds which followed, I considered what I wanted to say while my
voice slowly returned to normal.

"Sam, I want to have sex with you, too.  A lot of sex.  You're a hot guy.
Really, a VERY hot man.  The truth is I haven't have 'real sex' with guys
either.  Oh, they've tried and all - persistently at times.  My cock
doesn't quite fit into their plans, though... and using rubbers is always a
problem, too.  Guys eventually just give up trying."

I thought he'd like to hear more 'cock-talk,' even though this was the sad
truth concerning the state of my so-called sex life to date.

"You'd asked me to cum on your chest, so I did.  I can cum on command.  But
my cock wasn't even 'big' yet.  I have to be aroused for longer than that.
I'm slower on the draw than most guys.  Bottom line is - what you just saw
wasn't nearly as big as it can get."

"WOW!  Even a blind man couldn't miss it even the way it is right now,
Pete," Sam said, taking another look at it longingly.  "You got the
beautiful-est cock I ever seen.  Next time, I'll definitely let 'cha get
just as big you possibly can!"

I knew by doing nothing other than just looking at Sam's physique - and if
I didn't touch myself of course - Little Johann would get bigger than even
Sam's already wild imagination.  But right at that moment, I sure wanted
Sam to know he wouldn't have to wait long at all for me to fulfill his wish
and I could more than deliver the goods. Still, there was an important
negative caveat I needed to mention before this went any farther.  I sorta
held my breath, not wanting to bring this up, but also knowing I absolutely
had to.

"I can get hard again right away after I cum.  That's just the way I'm made
I guess, like you said... and I can even keep it real big.  With you
around, I think I could be permanently big - like forever!  But Sam, you
need to understand something.  When it comes to rubbers, I can't really use
'em.  I mean - never.  And that's a huge issue understandably for guys.  So
I'll understand completely if you'd rather just take me home now.  It's not
that I won't use 'em.  I CAN'T use 'em.  They bust 100% of the time."

Looking a bit surprised by this revelation, Sam asked, "Even them
jumbo-sized ones?  What do they call 'em - Magnums, I think?"

I replied sheepishly with the truth.  "Magnums don't make any difference.
They might last a little longer, but that's all.  Hey, I'm REAL sorry, Sam.
Honest, I am...."

I went on to tell Sam about some of my past experiences with latex.  We're
talking 'failure' with all the known brands, too.  It was never a question
of if - but only when - they'd inevitably break.

When I finished, Sam sat silently for awhile, closely scrutinizing me.

"I made me a decision.  It's your eyes, Pete - they tell me I can trust
you," and then he added with a chuckle, "and what 'cha said is makin' me
hard again, damn you!  Ain't no such thing as too big for me.  Big is
better!  So as far as I'm concerned, you can forget that 'rubber
requirement' thing, O.K.?  You can let it get big as a baseball bat!"

"Uh... O.K.  That won't be a problem...."

Sam's head recoiled as he digested what I'd said.  He seemed at first
startled and then wildly delighted, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"Damn, if this ain't my lucky day.  I'm the luckiest man alive!"

And with that thorny issue now resolved, Sam changed the subject.

"So let's get back to your birthday now.  Remember what I told ya earlier?
Ya owns me -anything ya want.  Ain't nothing I won't do for ya - and that
goes triple if it includes that amazin' salami of yours!  So just tell me
what 'cha want.  Go ahead now.  Try me.  This'll be fun!"

I was feeling mighty good Sam seemed to like me so much, but I was also
quite humbled by his willingness to actually trust me.  I strongly sensed I
could mutually trust him, too.  I was near ecstatic he'd asked me to stay
with him for a long night of 'real sex' as he put it - certainly ever
hopeful, but never really expecting that even this guy could deliver what
he thought he could either.  Sam still hadn't seen the full Mighty Python
yet.  I knew that all-to-well.  I tried to put it out of my mind.  But as
usual , I was again completely missing the point about what he'd meant by
this 'you own me' stuff.

"Go ahead.  Try me," Sam repeated again, but growing a bit impatient with
my continuing muteness.

"Sam, I guess I don't exactly know what you mean.  Maybe it's because I
never played much when I was growing up.  There wasn't much time for that."

"O.K. Pete," he said, assuming a more serious posture and surprisingly
adult tone now.  "Here's exactly what I mean.  I want 'cha to say what 'cha
feel, and ask for what 'cha need.  It's simple 'nuf.  I don't want to be
guessin' 'bout what 'cha might be wantin,' that's all.  You certainly gotta
know I like cock - really BIG cock.  Nothing turns me on more.  I ain't
been hidin' that from ya at all.  You did know that, right?"

I had to stifle a laugh, wondering how he could even think I might have
missed these often-repeated disclosures.

"Yeah, Sam - I sorta got that idea...."

Sam just nodded, then continued.  "O.K.. So what does that same thing for
you exactly?  I'm your birthday present, remember?  There ain't nothing -
nothing in this world - you should feel 'shamed about, 'specially when it
comes to me and sex.  There AIN'T no SHAME in being who you are, Pete.  But
I don't want to coax it from ya.  I think I might reckon right enough what
really does it for ya, but I want to hear ya say it with your own lips.
For Pete's sake, just be honest about it.  Be yourself!  Just ask, that's
all.  It ain't so hard!  It don't seem right to go through life so all
locked up inside.  Live a little!  Loosen up a bit!  So tell me now - what
REALLY turns your sexy motor over, Pete?"

It stung to hear Sam's words.  They were too uncomfortably true.  I wanted
to respond honestly but the mere thought of revealing my engine's design
schematics turned my face beet-red.  And as for my secret birthday wish - I
so deeply wanted it to come true.  Yet another part of me held it in
complete distain - harshly judging it to be odd, stupid, unworthy,
ridiculous, juvenile and maybe even 'deviant.'

Sam was uncannily right on-the-mark about that, too.  This WAS shame at
work inside of me.  I could actually FEEL it manifesting itself in that
awful twisting in my stomach - that weight on my chest making it difficult
to breathe - that feeling of an invisible hand strangling my windpipe.
This was the most toxic kind of shame - completely self-inflicted and
entirely undeserved.  And that held me captive, rendering me silent and
unable to speak.

Oh sure - so I'd maybe hinted around vaguely about 'my interests,' but I
still knew I hadn't divulged much to Sam in any straight-forward way.  I
hadn't told him right from the horse's mouth what it was I found
specifically - so overpoweringly - compelling about him.  I needed to get
this out in the daylight - and as cleanly and directly as possible.  I
wanted to be freed from this paralyzing fear.

I started by first visualizing in my mind actually speaking the words
directly aloud.  Meanwhile Sam just patiently waited, not pushing me in the
slightest.  Finally, long moments later, I summoned enough courage to
speak.

"Sam...  it's... it's muscles.  With me, it seems to be all about BIG
muscles.  I know it's strange, but I get hard every time I even think about
seeing a well-built guy!  I've been like this since I was a kid, too.  Big
muscles on a man really affects me.  I go completely bonkers!  It's so
powerful - so automatic - it's almost scary.  It's as if it's hard-wired in
my DNA.  I guess nothing's too big for me either, when it comes to a guy's
muscles...  I feel like a total weirdo telling you this, but I...."

Sam interrupted me in mid-sentence.

"There ain't nothing strange or weird 'bout it, Pete.  That's an important
part of who you are, I reckon!  So you listen up now.  I get hard even
thinkin' 'bout dicks.  I've always been that way for long as I can think,
just like you.  I like big dicks.  You dig big muscles.  That's just who we
are - and it ain't no big deal!  So if you're a freak Pete, then I'm just
another freak, too.  There's something - what's that damn word?  Yeah,
bye-o-logical that's it.  There's something bye-o-logical makes me
different from other guys.  I ain't never had no doctor 'splain it to me
like yours did, but... I knows there's reasons why God made me like this.
I'm even freakier than you know yet Pete, but I 'spose you'd find out
anyway - if we're lucky, maybe even later tonight...."

Sam grinned then continued on, saying nothing more about whatever he meant
by that.

 "But see - your freakiness, Pete - that's what turns me on so much.  It's
so powerful-like it sorta scares me, too.  I can't help it.  I ain't got no
control over it.  Right now, truth is I can't even think 'bout nothing
else.  The Lord gave you a special 'bigness' when he built all of that male
equipment of yours.  I don't 'spose ya maybe see it that way yet, but it's
a mighty rare gift."

Sam paused pensively, glancing away as if collecting his thoughts.

"My Pa, he told me some things I ain't likely to ever forget.  He told me
to do whatever makes me happy.  He told me don't ever let no one stomp on
my dreams - and he told me to use the gifts God gave me, too. And I knows
guys don't go for men my size.  Hell, the truth is they don't go for guys
HALF my size.  I got that notion clear 'nuf years ago.  To them, I'm
repulsive - some freak o' nature who belongs behind bars in a zoo.  So
what'd I do?  I worked real hard to get even bigger!  I knew'd I wasn't
never going to be no Einstein, but I still built me some mighty big assets,
don't you think?  Seems this is what I'm born to do, and it's somethin' I
kinda do really good, too!"

"So what's this all about - you and me anyway?" Sam asked, cocking his
head.  Then he immediately answered his own question.

"Seems we got us some real important things in common, you 'n' me.  We're
both 'big' freaks- and I mean freaky-big, too!  We got these here real
powerful cravings.  It's like... it's like there's this hunger in me for
you, and ya got that feelin' for me - at least I think you do, right?
We're like two starving animals.  I don't know 'bout you, Pete, but I know
I'm feeling things - and they's mighty weird and wonderful things.  I'm
burnin' up... hotter than Hell.  Good things like this here, I think they's
extra-special... maybe even 'once in a lifetime' kinda special.  Do ya know
what I mean?  But...  but you... "

"But I what, Sam?" I prompted, sensing some doubt unexpectedly surfacing.

"But 'cha need to just let GO, Pete.  You're well... err... kinda
inhibited-like, I reckon.  You need to trust me.  You hesitate though, and
I don't reckon that 'cha really do.  Know what I mean?"

I was really taken back by this outpouring of some real wisdom unexpectedly
from Sam, and again there was this palpable sincerity.  And Sam was - I
really hated to admit it - painfully right again.  I knew exactly what he
meant.

"I think I do - maybe.  It's like you're saying there's this brass-ring,
like you see on a merry-ground.  And it's right in front of me now, within
my reach.  And all I have to do is grab it."

"Hey that's cool!  I like that!  You're real 'mazing with words, Pete.
Yep, that's a part of it, surely.  You got a real 'man-imal' somewhere
inside of you.  I got just a tiny, little hint of that before.  It's that
part of you that can drive me wild!  There's some powerful magic there,
'tween you 'n' me.  I can feel it.  So let it out, Pete.  Just let go,
that's all ya got'ta do."

A cold and ominous chill suddenly raced through me.  What Sam just said
triggered a thought of something long ago - something I'd put completely
out of my mind, but now it had returned suddenly and vividly.  The feeling
haunted me.  I needed to understand better if what I was thinking was what
Sam really meant.  Another metaphor, perhaps.

"So, what I think you mean Sam is that... it's as if we've got a powerful
genie in a bottle, you and me.  But I can't quite let it out, and you can't
let it out all by yourself.  It's not your genie or my genie.  It's OUR
genie.  It belongs to both of us.  And we both have to pop the top off the
bottle and set it free together.  So you think I'm afraid of the magic?"

"Wow, Pete.  Are you ever good with words.  Yep, you done hit the nail
right on the head."

And that was exactly what I was afraid he would say.  You see, I'd already
sensed we did have this 'genie in a bottle,' and it was one erotically
powerful genie at that.  I mean, let's face it - Sam overwhelmed me, even
with that genie locked safely away.  I had to admit I was afraid to re-open
that bottle and set it loose again - and especially with Sam.  This was the
very Demon - that 'man-imal' as Sam had called it - I'd known only once
before, so long ago, with Gabe.  It had nearly devoured me once -
terrifying me just as much as it had thrilled me.  Dare I chance summoning
up that Beast again?  I remembered feeling that totally unrestrained, raw
energy - more the seemingly deeper, darker side of it.  It was utterly wild
and savage: more threateningly, it was unpredictable.  But I was now older.
Maybe I could handle it better.

The most handsome and built 'stud stallion' I'd ever known - and truthfully
was ever likely to know - had miraculously just appeared in my life.  And
Samson was asking me to trust him and risk it all - to plunge into a black
hole with him - and have faith we'd emerge in a far better universe
somewhere.  But my urge to repress The Beast was very strong.  I couldn't
do this all on my own.  But Sam clearly wanted me to 'let go' and I was
willing to try.  More importantly, I was willing to trust.  So with my mind
made up, I'd make my emancipation proclamation.  Normally I'd deliver such
a bold statement usually looking right at the floor, but this time I raised
my head and looked Sam right in his eyes.

"Sam, this is scary for me but... I want this to work.  I want to believe
there is something maybe even 'extra-special' going on here.  And yes -
you're right about something else, too.  I know there's a real 'man-imal'
in me somewhere.  That's a part of me I don't know too well.  I've felt it
once before but that was a long time ago.  I'll try to set it free.  That's
going to be hard, though.  It goes against my grain.  I'll need to be
reminded from time-to-time.  Maybe it could be something as simple as you
saying, 'Let the genie out of the bottle.'"

Sam smiled.  "That sounds like a real good idea.  I'm willin' to help ya
anyway I can.  We're gonna have us some REAL fun, I knows it!  And I
appreciates you tryin,' too... uhh... that means a lot to me.  So let's
give this a whirl by startin' again with your birthday present.  Remember
what I said to you earlier?  You own me.  Anything you want.  Ain't nothing
I won't do for you.  Just tell me what you want.  Let that genie out of the
bottle, Pete.  Go ahead... what do ya want extra-special for your
birthday?"

I took one deep breath and just blurted it out.

"O.K.  Maybe this is the stupidest thing you ever heard, but... I'd really
like to watch you lifting weights sometime.  I don't mean in the gym when
everyone else is around either.  I'd like it if... well... it was only just
you and me.  That'd be awesome!"

Not quite yet trusting Sam's reaction, I tried to explain my reasoning and
added some further persuasive enticement.

 "It's just that if there's other people around, I can't let myself... you
know... get too excited.  But if it's just you and me, I'll get a boner
like you've probably never seen before...."

I could just about guarantee the accuracy of that claim.  Sam started
nodding excitedly.

"Wow.  Way to go, Pete!  See - that didn't hurt much did it?  With your
cock and my muscles, we're gonna have us a real party on your birthday.  It
don't get any better than this, 'cause liftin' is what I does best.  I'd be
proud as a peacock to do some special lifting - private-like... just for
you.  How's 'bout RIGHT NOW!"

"Right now, Sam?  Gees, I'm getting hard just thinking about it," I
grinned.

Sam sported an instant smile, too.

"I'm gonna get you REAL excited, Pete.  You have no idea just how much
that'll... motivate me.  I wanna see your cock gettin' huge while I'm
gettin' huge, too!"

"It's a deal," I said, nodding my head affirmatively.

"Hell, now I'm getting a boner just thinkin' 'bout you gettin' a boner,"
Sam added with a chuckle.

"Say, Sam - do you have some rubbers by any chance?"

Sam didn't know it of course, but I was going with an impulse, and not just
dismissing it as I might normally have done.  Sam looked understandably
puzzled.

"Rubbers?  I thought you said you can't use 'em?"

"Yeah, rubbers.  Just grab some please, if you have any...."

"Sure I do..."

Sam got up and went across the hall into his bedroom, returning in a few
seconds.  He tossed me a package of Trojans, still looking quizzical.

I just said, "Thanks. O.K..  I need to use the bathroom really bad first."

"Number one or number two?" he asked.

I looked at him questioningly, clueless about what he meant.

"Well, piss or shit, boy?"

Why did he care, I thought.  With Sam, whatever was on his mind seemed to
always come out of his mouth too.

"Shit Sam.  It's to shit."

Sam pointed the way to the bathroom, and grabbing his keys, said he was
going to pull his truck in off the street while I was taking care of that
business.  As I headed for the bathroom I heard Sam holler, "Meet me in the
kitchen, Pete," as he bounded down the front stairs.

Sam was already there waiting for me when I walked into his kitchen.

"Y'all can follow me now," he winked, gesturing with his hand towards the
kitchen door.