Flex Wheeler Fantasy by Derek Flex raexis@hotmail.com
I rubbed the lamp lightly, trying not to get my hopes up too much. Of course those stories about genies in bottles were hogwash. But deep inside, like most people, I wanted to believe the fables were true.
This dark cave, deep in the desert of Africa, held many treasures. Our tour guide had allowed me to stray from the rest of the group. He told me he would come back for me later. He gave me a map and said "Good luck."
The map had led me to this cave, where many treasures were stored. I found this lamp and began to rub it gently.
The lamp started to shake, and I dropped it in fear. As it landed on the sandy floor of the cave, it began to smoke. I recoiled, my heart pounding. The smoke intensified, and yet it seemed more like steam than smoke. The smoke poured out of the mouth of the lamp and began to form a large ball above the lamp. In seconds, a huge man began to materialize.
As the smoke dissapated, the man standing before me began to smile. He was black. He was the most muscular figure I had ever seen. He was wearing only a yellow thong-like brief that held his genitals tightly. His body rippled with huge, defined muscles, like that of the best-built bodybuilders, only more masculine and more seductive than I had ever seen. My cock began to stirr immediately. He stood relaxed, with his huge arms at his sides.
He grinned at me, and his eyes twinkled. In an instant, I recognized who this man looked like. He was a drop-dead ringer for Flex Wheeler! Only, this seemed like a younger version of Flex. Maybe about 23 years old. Shit he was hot looking. It was the most erotic, powerful form of muscular virility I had ever seen! I had looked at pictures of Flex when he was younger and in this more ripped condition, and I had masturbated often while fantasizing about him, squirting my warm white milk on his pictures.
"I am at your service, Master," he said. His deep voice resonated with power. He saw my eyes traversing up and down his incredibly-developed body, and he smiled. Slowly, he bent his wrists backwards. His arms moved outward and back just slightly, and his fucking huge triceps muscles began to flex. As he twisted his wrists back, he began to tighten his traps as well, and his neck thickened. His gargantuan cannonball shoulders widened. He grinned. His smile was intoxicating! His whole body tightened as he showed it off for me. Shit! His abs were incredible! His narrow waist was supported by two of the thickest, most powerful-looking towers of leg muscle I could imagine. His quads fought against each other, both of them battling for position, nearly squishing his pouch which had hopelessly been caught in the middle of this mightly war of leg muscle.
He noticed where my gaze had landed, and he sheepishly grinned at me. Slowly his left hand moved to his yellow posing strap and he ever-so-erotically moved his fingers to adjust his thick cock and balls. He slipped the tip of his finger under the briefs and pulled on the fabric. He looked up at me and smiled once again. His muscular hand slipped farther inside and he touched himself gently. Slowly, he moved his penis around, tenderly trying for the most comfortable position, then his fingers retracted. Then he returned to his previous pose, flexing his triceps and traps for my lusting eyes.
My cock was so stiff that it hurt.
"I am here to fulfill your every wish, Master," he said. His triceps bulged as he held his body flexed for me.
"Yeah, right," I said. "I don't really believe in this genie in a bottle stuff."
"You don't have to believe," he said, relaxing his over-developed body. "You just have to enjoy."
With my skepticism being overruled by my lusts, I decided to play along. "O.K., so what is your name?"
"I think you already know what you want to call me, Master," he said. "I am the image of everything you long for. Please, call me Flex."
I couldn't believe it. He was right. He was everything in a man that I longed for. It was as if someone had read my mind and had created my ultimate fantasy.
"I know, master," he said, "that you want to see not only my body, but you want to see how strong I am. Shall I favor you with a demonstration of my strength?"
"Oh, yes," I said. "By all means, please."
Immdiately, two centurion-looking guys appeared on each side of the genie. They were taller than Flex, and a lot bigger. But they were not bodybuilder material, just powerful looking monsters. They were dressed in leather and carried heavy shields.
The genie turned to one and grabbed him. He wrapped his massive, bronze arms around his chest. The centurion reacted by grabbing Flex in the same manner. The two men began squeezing each other. Their bodies wrapped around each other like two boa constrictors. Flex's arms rippled with black power. His face winced as he began to crush the chest of the guard. The man, even though he was bigger, began to falter. His knees buckled.
The other centurion immediately joined in, and began trying to pry Flex off the first guard. He placed his knee in the square of Flex's back and his hands on Flex's mighty deltoids. His arms bulged as he began to apply all his strength to wrest Flex off the first guard.
Flex groaned, almost yelling, as he continued to squeeze the first guard. The second guard's efforts were being met with failure. No matter how hard he fought, he wasn't able to pull Flex off.
Finally, as Flex continued to force the air from the first guard, the centurion fainted. His big arms fell from around Flex's body and he passed out. Immediately, Flex turned to the second guard who was at his back. The second centurion trembled with fear, not unlike the underdogs in the TV wrestling shows, begging for mercy. But Flex showed no mercy. With one swift move, Flex's mighty arms picked up the guard high in the air. Flex's body rippled as he held the giant high in the air. Quickly, Flex threw the guard across the cave, smashing his huge body against the wall. The guard was out cold.
My erection began to ache. I pushed on it in my pants.
My genie turned to me and said "Now, let me REALLY show you how strong I am." He walked towards me and bent down. His muscles tensed into rocks as he strained to pick up a huge steel beam. The beam looked like it belonged on a ocean-going ship or something. No ordinary man could ever lift it. It must have been 20 feet long and probably weighed over a ton! His muscular fingers wrapped around it as he lifted it from the sandy floor of the cave. His forearms danced with rippling muscles and striated blood vessels. Slowly, my genie raised the beam above his head. His body trembled under the weight.
Flex lowered the beam onto his shoulders and balanced it there. His biceps peaked into two pointed mountains as he steadied the beam with his hands. He shifted his feet occasionally as he wrestled to keep the weight balanced on his huge shoulders.
He closed his eyes and concentrated. Finally, his body seemed to tighten and the beam became steady, almost seeming to be immovable.
He opened his eyes and said "Come here."
I moved towards him.
"Place your right hand on my arm," he said. "And your left hand, place it on the lower portion of my abs."
I obeyed, slowly. My hands trembled as they landed on his magnificent body. Shit, his arm was so fucking huge! And it was as hard as a ROCK! Hundreds of blood veins fed the muscle of his arm, and my fingers took in every ridge, every individual muscle head. My hand squeezed it. Fondled it. Caressed it. I nearly began to cum right then and there as I touched his arm!
My other hand slipped onto the genie's stomach. His abs moved, as if they had a life of their own. He breathed heavily as he fought to steady the beam. My hand moved over the individual ridges of abdominal muscle. I had never seen, or even imagined, such development! We both looked down and watch as my hand moved over his ripped abs. He seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. His stomach moved in and out slowly as he breathed. His body was stressed under the weight of the beam, but he enjoyed, nonetheless, my careful examination of his abs. How I wanted to move my fingers lower! I did so, just a bit, but stopped short of touching his briefs.
"Now," he said. "I am going to bend this beam around my shoulders. And you will witness my strength with your hands. You will feel where my power is focused, in my arms. And you will feel where my power emanates from, my genitals."
This, I was going to like.
"As I begin to bend the beam, allow your hand to feel my arm. You will experience my power there. And allow your other hand to move lower onto the outside of my covering. You will feel power there like you have never felt before."
Immediately, the genie began to tense his body again. He closed his eyes. His traps began to bulge under the stress of the heavy steel. His hands moved on top of the beam and began to pull down. I felt his arm grow! It mushroomed, never loosing its rock-hard state. My cock ached.
Almost involuntarily, I found my other hand moving lower. My fingertips brushed against the top of his trunks. His body began to quiver slightly, as his incredible strength was brought to bare on the steel beam which draped his shoulders.
My trembling fingers moved onto the fabric of his trunks. Slowly, they descended lower. Flex strained. I moved my other right off his huge arm and began to feel his back, wrapping myself around his muscular body like a baby needing to suckle. My hand nearly couldn't believe what it was feeling. Steel chords of muscle tightened beneath my fingers as they felt his lats, and moved upward, over the ripples of back muscles.
His back muscles tightened and moved under my hands. Ropes of muscle moved in concert as he commanded his body to mold the beam according to his wishes. The muscles of his back rippled, bulged, grew and moved in waves as he groaned, fighting against the solid pole.
Flex's body tightened harder. My left hand moved lower, the tips of my fingers begining to feel the fabric covering his penis. Even flacid, his cock was muscular. Indeed, I could feel that this was where his power came from. It was as if it gave my hand a feeling of strength as it touched it.
I slowly wrapped my hand around his genitals. His organ pulsed with his power. Coaxingly, I gently squeezed. Instantly, fueled by my touch, Flex began to bend the steel beam on his shoulders. He trembled with freaky power. I relaxed my grip and lifted my hand off his briefs, not believing what I had just seen. Flex opened his eyes and smiled as he strained to maintain his composure under the unbelievable weight.
"Please, don't stop," he begged, trying to stabilize his body by repositioning his feet as he talked. "Please. I need you to help," he said.
I gently placed my hand back on his now-growing cock, and lovingly started to squeeze it. In a laboriously slow rhythm, I gently kneaded his genitals with my adoring fingers, moving the tips of my fingers around the outside of his posing strap, tenderly touching him, squeezing his manhood, tickling his most intimate spots.
His body tensed again and he closed his eyes. His massive arms tightened and the beam started to bend again, creaking and crackling against his unstoppable power.
Under my hand, his cock began to straighten. Soon, the fabric could no longer contain it, and it began to poke out of the left leg hole of his trunks. The muscular shaft was wet with precum. It quickly grew tall and tight, lying tightly against his abs. I pulled the fabric back, revealing his hairless balls. I gently caressed them. Flex groaned.
As I placed my fingers on the mushroom head of his cock and began to stir his precum with my fingertips, I began to cum. My underware filled with warm bursts of semen as my body produced its milk.
Flex bent the bar farther as I caressed his throbbing cock. Soon, the ends of the bar were nearly touching the ground, on opposite ends of the small cave. Flex tightened his body for one last effort, and I gently wrapped my fingers around his penis.
As the ends of the bar burried themselves in the sand, Flex began to ejaculate. My hand held him tightly, feeling each erotic jerk of his cum as it pumped its way up the shaft, out his hole, and high into the air. Long ropey globs of white genie milk shot up as I massaged the huge penis. Flex stood there for a few minutes, allowing me to experience "first-hand" the pleasure of his orgasm.
When he was done, he pushed the bar off his shoulders and let it drop backwards into the sand. His cock was still at full attention. He ripped his yellow strap off and stood before me, fully nude, fully erect, fully powerful.
He moved towards me and began to rip my clothes off. In spite of my recent orgasm, I knew that with this guy obeying my every command, I would be able to cum again immediately. And, as his magic genie-tongue began to moisten my cock, and as his magic genie-lips sucked erotically on my head, I did cum again. And again. And again. Each sucsessive orgasm was better than the last.
Fortunately, THIS genie wasn't one of those three-wish kind. He was mine forever.
I finally put on my clothes and ordered Flex into the lamp. I placed the lamp in my backpack and made my way back to my hotel room.
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