Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2002 10:25:56 -0500
From: XH4M <xhuge4muscl@hotmail.com>
Subject: BIG IS BETTER 07

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 07 - THE POWER OF THE PEN - DULUM

Somehow I got my head to rotate stiffly on my neck and looked directly at
him for the very first time.  Gabe's lenses were still taking their first
close-up mental photographs of my crotch.  I'd always been a moving and
uncooperative target before, but this time I stood solidly in place,
motionless.  There was ample time for this particular 'photo shoot.'  I
could almost hear Gabe's shutter clicking as he changed from a wide-angle
to a zoom lens and then back again.  I was profoundly aware of my heartbeat
and the strange tension throughout my body.

As Gabe's visual cortex received and processed more photographic images,
his eyes open wider and glazed over.  He was staring at my jock with the
intensity of an x-ray machine and a tidal wave building up behind his gaze.
(In the far-away future I'd eventually come to know this particular 'look'
well.)  But for the very first time in my life, I didn't feel like running
away and hiding.  Gabe was telling me in his own unique way I was A-OK with
him.

"W-O-W... Are you EVER a big guy," he said softly.

Gabe looked awed, amazed and appreciative all at the same time.  His
fascination was palpable, and his comments seemed oddly too complementary.
My skin suddenly boiled and the surrounding air froze.  I broke out in
Goosebumps all over.

"A guy with some VERY big tools...."

A short whistle followed.  There was no questioning that whistle's meaning.
It said, "I like what I'm seeing...  You look HOT."  His dilating pupils
were sending me a subliminal message that my big sack was undeniably
attractive.  This unconscious signaling was trying to strongly arouse me,
but I was scared to let him see my dick getting the least bit hard.  I was
frightened my senses were either lying or that I was horribly misreading
everything.

But the electricity in the air was harder to deny.  All my sensory
detectors screamed he 'wanted.'  Potent, intoxicating pheromones were
pouring from his every pore and finding there way directly to my brain.  As
Gabe's eyes roamed all over my body, a new and wonderful feeling erupted
inside.  I felt oddly - strangely - 'sexy.'

Big Gabe's intense interest powerfully stimulated my own.  He was so
different than most other guys his age - square-jawed, darkly handsome
features and a big, beefy and hard-looking body like a real man.
Everything about his physique said he was powerful.  His neck was amazingly
thick.  I admired the bulging ropes of muscle across the tops of his
shoulders framing his neck, and how they flowed into round hemispheres
capping each shoulder like invincible armor-plating.  His pullover seemed
to no longer hide anything from my eyes.  As if I'd suddenly developed
x-ray vision myself, I could make out all of the big, manly muscles
underneath.  I imagined how thrilling it would be to reach out and touch
them - to actually feel those massive, hard muscles.  I wondered if he
wanted to touch me just as much.

All of these crazy new sensations churning inside were my sexual powers as
a man - though still a pretty short one - stirring for the first time.  All
mixed together, the effect was like a very potent drug.  A battle raged
inside.  I wanted to indulge every powerful urge.  But as tantalizing as
they were, they also felt ominous.  I was teetering on the brink - so
excited and yet so terrified.  What if I was wrong?

I sure wanted to excite Gabe more though - to be 'sexy' to him.  Our mutual
'interest' seemed real enough - maybe - if I could only trust my instincts
and surrender.  My fruits were perfectly ripened and matured, and wanted
desperately to be picked.

The words, "Do it Peter.  Do it Peter.  Just.. DO IT PETER," raced through
my head multiple times in rapid succession.

Somewhere, that ruling body inside of my psyche sent an edict.  "Peter,
permission is hereby granted."

My surging hormones did the rest.  I'd been considering what might entice
Gabe enough to take the perilous plunge himself.  Moreover, I wanted to
turn him on - totally.  My mouth wet dry.

Up to this moment, I'd been try desperately NOT to become physically
aroused in front of him.  All I needed to do was just let myself begin to
'bone up.'  Allowing Little Johann to swell in front of another man's eyes
was an exciting new feeling in itself.  And I was ready - ready to let it
get big for the guy.

Gabe was still sitting on the bench and leaning forward slightly, equally
as frozen and motionless.  His face was only a few feet away from my
crotch.

So I just stood there - absolutely still - for the longest time.
Purposefully.  I began breathing in-and-out more deeply, letting my ribcage
move my strap every-so-slightly up and down rhythmically.

I let his eyes feast.  I allowed him to gorge on my heavy sack.  And Gabe
was devouring me like a starving man, drinking in the impressive fullness
and circumference of my bulging cup, already stretching as I allowed my
cock to swell.  Gabe was completely transfixed.

I slowly turned to face him more directly, pulling my stomach in to make my
small waist even narrower.  This not only made the large contours of my
prominent low-hanging 'big boys', well... more impressive... but also
directly showed him the complete outline of my thickening member as it
nuzzled its way down between my balls pushing them apart.  Watching Gabe
watching me get hard was stunningly hot!  I wanted to show him the real
magic in this wand of mine - to let him watch as my cock slowly engorged
into a real major league slugger.  It was time to give Gabe the full Monty
- the "big bat" treatment.

I began shifting my weight subtly back and forth from one leg to the other.
This set my heavy equipment in motion; stretching and rebounding a bit in
my swaying pouch.  I could tell Gabe was getting a whole new concept of
what 'hung big' was, all close-up and personal-like, because his mouth was
starting to open - more an expression of disbelief perhaps.  The
unmistakable swelling in his jeans encouraged me trust my intuitions.

"Wow... Oh, God..  You're so...  Wow...  What a HOG..." he said softly,
more like a prayer.

Gabe reached up slowly towards my swaying bag of meat.  His hand got close
enough to feel the heat on my balls.  But suddenly it stopped advancing and
remained motionless just short of the intended target.

He was very turned on.  I knew he 'wanted' very badly.  He wanted to touch
me down there.  He needed to feel me - to feel 'hung big' with his own
hand, just a much as I wanted to feel his BIG shoulders, chest and arms.  I
wished he'd just do it.

He looked up at me with his eyes as if asking, "Is this O.K?  Can I really
touch it?"

Stepping right in front of him, I reached underneath his opened hand -
nearly twice the size of my own - and slowly brought it up the rest of the
way to my Big Kahunas and held it there firmly.  It was everything I ever
craved.  I burned like a fire inside from the first touch of another guy -
and a very strong one, too.  Gabe's huge hand seemed custom-made for these
balls of mine.  They felt incredibly good nestled in that big sweet-spot in
his glove.  His hand started moving, tenuously squeezing and kneading my
rising bread-dough gently at first.  Taking my pleasured moan as a sign of
approval, he roamed over my jock and pubes a bit more enthusiastically,
audibly moaning himself as he indulged in a more deliberate exploration of
my ample man-tools.

I needed very much to indulge my desires as well - to feel his beefy-big
body just as forcefully.  My hands cautiously found their way on to his big
muscular shoulders.  But rather than reacting negatively, Gabe seemed to
enjoy being touched, too.

I let my hands wander all over his body as far as they could reach,
exploring every separation, reveling in the unbelievable hardness and then
onward to every other big, rock-hard muscle I could find.  Touching his
still blown-up, hard torso was unbelievably exciting.  The fact he still
had his pullover on didn't matter.  I wasn't even aware.  Touching him
while he was touching me created wave after wave of intense pleasure.

I could tell Gabe was enjoying mentally sizing me up - to be specific, my
balls at that moment.  It was the way he checked their weight by repeatedly
hefting them with his hand, then tracing their circumference with his big
fingers - doing the geometry in his head - and getting more turned on.  The
erect cock tenting his pants told me he liked doing math.  The sensations
of finally being man-handled by a muscular, big guy overloaded all my
pleasure centers.

And my own hands and brain were also doing some measuring of their own.  I
was evaluating the hardness and dimensions of Gabe's heavy chest muscles.
They were solid - and big - and touching such male symbols of great
strength urged my big dick ever fatter and longer.  It was rapidly becoming
the dominant feature in my jock, pushing hard against the elastic and
lifting powerfully with its broad back.  As my jock ballooned out like a
big tent, the waistband pulled away from contact with my lower abdomen.  I
knew my meat still had bigger magic left in it yet, though Gabe couldn't
have known that.  But if he kept on warming me up in the bullpen so
expertly, the Big Slugger would inevitably burst onto the field.

But Gabe's fingers unfortunately turned their attention fully to my cock,
which must have already achieved a dimension exceeding anything Gabe was
prepared for.  He started doing mental 'measurements' again using his
fingers.  He measured my cock's width, then surrounded it to check the
circumference and finally, tried to take note of its length with his index
finger and thumb.  I think he must have lost it completely right then and
there.

"It's so BIG!" he started groaning loudly.

His breathes turned into pants, and then...  a large wet spot formed in the
crotch of his jeans.

I didn't tell him I wasn't nearly fully erect yet, but hearing Gabe's
pleasured groans and spotting the wet evidence of his ultimate manly
excitement catapulted me into another unknown - and profoundly disturbing -
dimension entirely.  The last thing I remembered clearly was blood pounding
viscously in my temples.  I thought my head would explode.  I was turned on
to a new extreme, far surpassing anything I'd known before.

And then I felt its 'presence' - a presence I can only describe as being a
possessive, powerful demon.  It was foreign - terrifying - but utterly
thrilling.  It was a carnal Beast: a demonic power assuming control over
me.  The Beast manipulated body and voice, demanding absolute compliance
with its every whim.

"Play with me.  Play with me HARD...."

Something or someone slammed Gabe's hand forcefully into my big bulge
again, squeezing it tightly to emphatically demonstrate how hard 'it'
wanted to be handled.  The clear signal was for Gabe to put all the might
he could muster into it.

And amazingly - Gabe did just that, seeming equally powerless to resist the
Demon Voice.  He immediately started working me over much more roughly than
before.  The dramatically increased pressure drove me wild... soooooo
amazingly arousing!  More miraculously, Gabe's continued panting indicated
he was still very aroused.  He was really into it and still turned on
totally.  His unabated interest absolutely astounded me!

Like a tape loop repeating over and over again, Gabe moaned, "It's
bigger...  BIG cock.. HUGE cock!"

And my 'meat' was getting nice 'n' hard - no doubt about it.  Time seemed
suspended again.  I was immersed in desire and stimulation, fast heading
towards some uncharted precipice.  I surrendered totally to The Beast,
drowning in the abyss of some potent fantasy.  But it was a fantasy I'd
unconsciously been prayed for - and exactly the kind of man I'd prayed for
as well.

Then the demon spoke again.

"Gabe," it half-gasped and half-panted, "...show me how STRONG you really
are - NOW!"

"But I'll... I'll hurt you..." he replied hesitantly, trying to resist and
reassert some self-control again.

"Bring me to my knees, big guy.  S Q U A S H 'EM... C R U S H IT... DO IT -
H A R D !"

The Beast seized my hand and slammed it forcibly against the back of Gabe's
- the very hand commanding my complete manhood.

Gabe again obeyed the commands of The Beast, unable to resist.  The Beast
had Gabe exactly where he wanted him.

"Feel this now.  Feel... my... STRENGTH," Gabe suddenly growled.

"Oh, yes... That's... that's it... Y -E-S!" the Beast exclaimed.

Gabe's grip on me became an iron vice.  Never once did the thought occur
Gabe might actually hurt me.  My man-tools were industrial-sized and
industrial-strength.  I was built tough.  And I wanted to feel it all -
every millidyne of masculine power this hunk of man could muster.

Gabe's face grimaced as he brought even more of his brute strength fully to
bare on my big equipment.  He was holding nothing back anymore - applying
all his accumulated power from lifting big iron directly to my balls and
giant schlong.  This unbelievable pressure catapulted me to new heights of
aroused ecstasy.

"MAKE ME CUMMMM!!!" the Beast commanded.  "H A R D E R !"

I recorded every minute detail in my memory for posterity.  The veins in
Gabe's arm distended forming a den of snakes, and his muscles seemed get
even larger right before my eyes - fuller - rounder - individually distinct
and amazingly hard.  I didn't know their anatomical names back then.  They
were all just 'big muscles' to me - but THAT also was exactly what the
Beast wanted to see.  To hell with the names. It was everything I'd ever
dreamed of in my deepest, darkest soul - their beauty, unimaginable.

I chanted, "Look at those HUGE muscles," repeatedly in my mind as I melded
sight, sound and sensation together in my mind.  Gabe seized my engorged
phallus and assaulted it exclusively, alternately stroking and squeezing it
ferociously.

I could stand one second more of such profound ecstasy.  I exploded
involuntarily.  I started blowing out my ballast tanks utterly with
unbelievable force.  Cum began pouring out of my jock, quickly covering
Gabe's hand and running down his forearm, eventually dripping onto the
floor.  Gabe's relentless stroking commanded me to keep draining my large
storage tanks to their bottoms.  I sprayed like a fire hose, seemingly
forever, as Gabe's magnificent hand maintained its erotic iron grip.  It
was an incredible orgasm, Gabe witnessing its full intensity in his own
bare hand.  I was still shooting hard when I heard Gabe gasp - and then
gasp again a few times more, the old wet spot in Gabe's jeans suddenly
doubling in size.  He was cumming again spontaneously.  I think he really
like seeing me ejaculate.  A lake of my expelled man-juice was spreading
out across the floor below.  That much I do remember seeing.

And then I heard the Beast saying, "W O W...."

I slowly regained my senses.  I was also totally spent and my knees could
have easily buckled.  I was stunned - and utterly amazed - by everything
which had happened.  A part of me was absolutely euphoric certainly, but I
was also feeling troubled.  I'd said things and done things - things I'd
never even conceived of in my dreams.  It seemed I'd been a puppet with
somebody else pulling all of my strings.  I felt almost violated in a way
as if I'd momentarily been possessed by a real demon - a savage,
frightening Beast.  What had happened to me?  What was that?  Was it gone
now?  I couldn't feel it - that strange presence - anymore.  But would The
Beast suddenly return again?

But thankfully Gabe interrupted these deep thoughts, saying, "Hey, are you
OK big guy? You look kinda funny...."

By the time I'd extracted myself from my thoughts, Gabe was already
standing up and using a towel to clean up the cum bath I'd discharged -
much of which seemed to have gotten all over his jeans and boots.

"Your cup more than runneth over, Pete..." he said with a satisfied smile,
not seeming to mind swabbing my spooge off his boots at all.

Still I walked over grab a stack of towels and then quickly started helping
Gabe mop up the remaining evidence of our... what was that anyway?  I had
no idea what to even call it except 'great!'  Whatever - when we'd cleaned
it up the best we could, I started to get dressed.  I didn't know if Gabe
was going to say another word.  He just stood there silently, patiently
waiting for me to finish getting dressed, as if in no rush at all.

"Say Peter, I... I could maybe drive out to your place on Saturday... and
.. and I could give you a hand... errr... with your chores, or something
...you know if... if you'd like me to...."

A flush of rapturous joy swept over me.

"Yeah, Gabe.  That'd be GREAT!" I replied, breaking into a wildly approving
grin.

Yes, I know this was incredibly tame stuff, looking back.  Just
touchie-feelie games.  Hell - I'd never even taken off my jock and Gabe had
remained fully-clothed.  There was no sucking, fucking or real 'man-imal'
sex.  But it was my 1st time regardless - and incredibly hot, in its own
unique way.  There was also an element of simplicity and innocence about
what happened between Gabe and me, and to this day I appreciate it just for
what it was.  Certainly the vivid memory has remained with me this far, and
maybe will for the rest of my life.