Strong Friends By Collage Maker
[Inspired by "Supermen" by an anonymous author on the Metabods site at http://www.orgasmic.net/~metabods/supermen.htm ]
There were two men in the room, two men of equal size and strength and beauty, each standing six feet three inches tall from head to toe. Blonde Brad and Mack, his best friend.
Their bodies glistened with the sheen of sweat, almost luminous under the bright lighting of Brad's basement gym. Brad was working out on the equipment against a wall covered floor to ceiling in mirrors. Mack was on one of the weight benches, gazing on Brad with a desire and need he never had felt. He could smell Brad's scent. An overpowering manliness that emanated from him, a sense of raw power and pungent eroticism. Mack could not name what it was he was feeling, exactly, but it was like want and obsession and envy and passion and lust packed tightly together. His pants felt tight in the crotch. He had never even looked at a woman that way before.
Brad's face and body looked as if they had been carved from flesh by a master sculptor. His hair, golden and shiny in soft waves. Fine, arched brows and long, thick lashes of a like fair-haired hue surrounded eyes of ice blue. His narrow nose angled down toward a mouth of straight white teeth and full, sensuous lips. Dimples in his high cheeks appeared when the flash of his teeth came to his face, and it was like watching the sun appear. His form was strength incarnate. Expansive shoulders, broad and mounded with muscle. His torso cabled with thickness, the striations of his power deep and hard. Mack could almost feel the power radiate across Brad's upper back, feel the strength there. Mack's gaze moved across the expanse of Brad's chest, drifting across two hemispheres of hard brawn. Brad relaxed and the washboard six-pack of his abdomen swelled and receded with each breath, as formidable and perfect as any on those commercials for exercise equipment on TV. Below, the man's thighs were packed with muscular power. His calves blossomed with hard, swelling brawn.
Brad was unaware of his friend's raging emotions. But then Brad glanced at Mack, who was continuing to stare at him. Grinning, Brad stood up and walked over to Mack. He moved with a feral, sensual grace that tugged at Mack's balls. Brad turned and flexed an arm, the bicep swelling with muscle and power.
Mack's senses were filled with the scent of the man, stronger than ever now, the overwhelming power of him, the incredible masculinity that flowed from Brad in heated waves. Something like a bolt of erotic power seemed to strike Mack, because he jerked once and his mouth started making words but no sounds were coming out. He lifted his right arm, and Brad's smile increased as Mack moved his hand upon his friend's bicep. Brad tilted his head curiously and looked most pointedly at Mack's trapped hard-on, then ran his gaze over Mack's dark perfection, eyeing Mack in an unusual way, as if sizing his best friend up.
Brad retracted his rippled abdomen, then relaxed, caressing his meaty chest, his fingers playing along the line between the globes. Mack's eyes bulged as he felt immediately burning hot. Did Brad realize how hot he looked standing there like that?
Brad's deep voice rumbled. "What?"
Mack sucked in a shuddering breath, and said softly, "You do know you're sexy as shit, right?"
"What the hell does that mean?"
"You're standing on the floor, looking all sexy as shit," his friend said. "And I want you." It came out as a whisper.
Brad arched an eyebrow and smiled, looking at Mack. "I'm trying to make sure I understand. You're saying you want my cock."
Mack met Brad's sky blue gaze with his own forest green one. He nodded, licking his lips.
Then one bicep bulged like a balloon, one shoulder bunched and swelled, and Brad reached down to lift Mack off the bench. Rising easily, Mack stood head to head with his old friend and smiled as they looked into each other's eyes.
Brad was breathing heavier, he was licking his own lips slowly. Something about Mack's stance now, his ready position, how fine and shiny his hair looked, how deeply jade his eyes were. Then Mack had both hands on Brad's cock and Brad tensed. Their lips met in a deep tongue wrestling match. Brad gasped and pulled away. His gaze moved down his friend's body.
The other was a man of perfected power, a man swelling with no less swollen strength but whose body was smoothly sculpted, brawn carved from curves that flexed and bulged in a beautiful dance of skin and muscle. Where Brad appeared nothing but raw and carnal power, the other was beauty and strength married in perfect harmony.
Like a roadmap of the male physique, all Mack's muscles stood out in sharp, clear definition. His chest was piled with strength, his arms were filled with power and muscle. His lats flared abruptly outward, thick and meaty, from a waist that was compact, lean and hard. Muscles rippled across the expanse of his stomach: a set of tight, bulging abs that rose from his smooth, hard belly. His thighs were wedge-shaped collections of power, and rounded diamonds seemed to explode on his calves. His face was refined, with lips lush and full below an aquiline nose. The line of his cheek was more defined, the jaw more straight, than Brad's. His hair was a shining crown of blue-black.
Brad moved his hand to stroke his own enflamed cock slowly, feeling it expand under his touch. Mack's eyes met his and his face smiled, showing straight white teeth. Mack kissed Brad's mouth again, hungrily sucking on his tongue then plunging his own inside. He moved his mouth to Brad's ear. "Did that get you hot?"
"Yes." Brad licked Mack's lobe, kissed his neck. "Hell, yes. You sure you've never done this with another guy, before?"
"Yeah, I'm deadset hetero... but it's like... you're giving off... this heat that just drives me... I can hardly control myself."
Then they were kicking their shoes off, tugging at their socks, and shoving down their shorts. Their hard cocks sprang up, red and angry.
They both gleamed like polished bronze, their bodies coated with their sweat. Their twin pricks were swollen huge and hard and hungry for release. Brad pulled Mack's lips to his own and kissed him softly, warmly, his fingers crawling into his friend's luxuriant head of dark hair. It was cool and as soft as silk. Brad reached down and behind, his touch moving over the smooth muscles of Mack's back until it reached his ass. Pushing his tongue into Mack's mouth, Brad grabbed a handful of butt and squeezed meaningfully. Mack felt a strong, erotic shock reverberate through him. Then Mack was moaning softly, his eyes closed as Brad's hands explored his body. "Fuck me," Mack pleaded. "I want to feel you inside me. I want you inside. All of you. It's all I want now."
Brad said nothing. The men disengaged their caress and Mack turned around. His long legs were lined with power. His back widened from a tight waist and slim hips with an impossibly wide V. A Christmas tree of power grew between those dimples above his round, smooth, high ass. And what an ass that was. Tight, globed and dimpled. Tanned and perfect for hours of good, long, hot fucking. God, his ass looked great.
Mack bent low, his body suddenly sinuous and sensual, and looked up through a cascade of dark hair at his friend's eyes. "Fuck me," he said again, pushing his ass against Brad's monster. His back swayed slightly as Brad grabbed his friend's hips and moved himself lower.
Brad moved the tip of his helmet to kiss the lips of Mack's ass. It seemed much too small to take his girth, but he was too far lost in the erotic thrill of Mack's desire. He could feel a want inside himself, to master this hunk of supreme power in front of him. He was turned on by the sight of so much powerful muscle, so much hard strength, and he moved himself forward against Mack's asshole, slowly moving his inches inside. And it was as if Mack was welcoming him, he could feel his friend's hole opening to swallow him, and then firming up around him. Mack tensed up at first, feeling Brad's hugeness entering his virgin hole. Then his muscular control kicked in, helping Mack adjust to the new sensations, feeling Brad inside and helping him dig deeper.
Mack didn't care if he was ripped open, if Brad's monster shoved so far inside him he was torn in half. He wanted to feel that huge, perfect dick in him, shoved inside all the way. But Brad only pushed himself in a couple of inches before pulling back out.
It felt so tight inside Mack, it felt so right and so good. But Brad wanted to savor this, he didn't want to cum yet. So he started slowly, so achingly slowly, moving in a few inches, then withdrawing. He pushed himself in again, slowly, very slowly, moving the head and then the shaft up his friend's begging ass.
Mack moaned. He could feel Brad inside, feel him moving deeper and deeper, he wanted so much to be filled, then Brad was withdrawing again, just as slowly, just as deliberately. It was torture.
Brad was smiling, lost in a bliss he did not expect. There was something else happening, something beyond sexual pleasure as he connected with Mack. And then he was moving inside again, moving his hips forward, tensing his ass.
Mack was in a frenzy of ecstasy. This was more than he had hoped, more satisfying by far. He could feel his load building, a heavy burden of his seed filling his nuts as Brad continued to leisurely buttfuck him. There was a sudden, thunderous eruption of bliss when Brad connected with Mack's prostate. It was as if he'd been plugged into heaven, he could feel himself filled with pleasure beyond anything he'd felt before.
Brad felt it, too. Just as he connected there, a rush of orgasmic bliss ran through his being. He rubbed himself against Mack, then felt himself swell slightly inside, his cock expanding as if he was cumming, but he wouldn't allow that yet.
Mack swallowed hard. His balls were hanging fat and lush with his load, stretching to hold the enormity of his pleasure. He reached under and started stroking his meat, his pleasure redoubled. His cock felt as hard as iron, as hot as molten steel.
And Brad began to pull out again, but halfway there he suddenly thrust himself more fully forward. The full length of his thick cock shoved itself inside, and both men shook with ecstatic bliss. Finally, Brad began fucking Mack's ass in earnest, shoving himself harder and harder into his friend, melding with him, feeling a heat and urgency unlike any he'd felt before.
Mack was having trouble holding himself back. God, it felt so good. So incredible. He could feel Brad's hot breath in his ear. He could feel the hemispheres of Brad's massive chest, Brad's warm sweat, on the expanse of his back. He could feel each thrust magnified tenfold, the slightest stroke sending waves of orgasmic pleasure through his body in a surging tide. He was swimming in ecstasy, drowning in the pleasure of their joining. His balls were hanging low, swollen ever larger with spunk.
Brad grew larger inside Mack's ass as his pleasure heightened, swelling with power and joy. His nuts were churning in their sack, and he could feel the wall between himself and orgasmic release growing thinner and thinner. Brad moaned again. Brad moaned a lot, Mack thought. But damn this was hot.
The thrum of sensual bliss was filling them, and both men's forms twisted in seeming agony. They were like two rutting animals, two mammoth specimens of perfect male form and power writhing and lurching against each other in their need.
When they finally came, they came together. "Ahhhhh..." Brad's balls were on fire. His body shook. "Ahhhhhh..." Then he came. He threw his head back and arched his back, shoving his enormous erection up Mack's muscular butt as he released his pent-up sexual force.
Brad's thick, white fluid erupted as if from a volcano, gushing hard and full. It was the most incredible orgasm he'd ever known. He came over and over, experiencing a climax so profound and overpowering that his knees nearly buckled. There was so much white cream that it leaked backwards as Brad came and came, emptying his balls into Mack's ass. As Brad's load blasted into him, the thick warmth suffused Mack utterly, as if Brad's strength was flooding his guts. Mack's load sprayed out of him, as shocks of pleasure erupted from Brad's prick like explosions through his body. Mack's entire body, inside and out, shook with an intensity of pleasure and fulfillment he'd only touched before.
They came together and stopped together, as Brad collapsed against Mack, throwing his arms around Mack's rippling torso and grinning broadly, lost in a haze of orgasmic afterburn.
Brad withdrew his wet prick out of his friend's tight butt as Mack fell to his hands and knees and rolled onto his back. Brad collapsed onto the floor, then slid onto his friend's body so that they ended up lying one atop the other, slick and hot with their combined fluids.
"Oh, good God, that was amazing!" Brad was laughing with unfettered happiness. "How's it feel?"
"That was just fucking incredible!"
"Shit," said Brad. "Shouldn't this hurt, like, a lot?"
"I would think so, but...." Mack's eyes narrowed for a moment as he did an internal check. "It doesn't. Yeah, I'm okay. Great, in fact!"
"I never figured you to change teams so easily."
Mack's smile lit his dark features as he answered Brad. "It's like, I mean, I love fucking. I totally love sliding into some girl's beautiful wet pussy. And I love eating her out, licking her and making her more and more wet. I have no doubt that I still want to do that business." He sighed. "But this was something else. Not exactly sex, more like possession. Or maybe it's only sex, and not fucking. Or only pleasure, and not sex. But I felt like... I felt like if I could pull you into my body, if I could feel your muscles, feel your weight against me, supporting you, feeling your skin.... Man, I mean, you know? I mean, it was just totally hot. A hot feeling."
Brad said, "I know exactly what you mean. It's pretty amazing, isn't it?"
Each man eyed the other and as if they came to some silent agreement of competition, their cocks suddenly began to burgeon.
Brad felt his growing appendage rubbing itself against Mack's, shaft to shaft. Thick tangles of erotic bliss erupted as their cocks touched, shooting quicksilver shocks of pleasure through both men as if they were of opposite charges and their pricks were shooting sparks when they met. Brad rubbed himself against his friend, moving his hips to increase the cock-to-cock friction. He could feel their abdominals meeting, his own smooth rippled power rubbing across Mack's muscular belly.
Mack grinned broadly. "You know what this means, right?" Mack's fingers dug into Brad's ass flesh, squeezing a further swelling of growth into the meat.
Brad closed his eyes, running his hands along Mack's hard, muscled form. The man's body was slick with sweat, his skin smooth and soft, like velvet over marble. He felt a trickle of his own sweat along his back, winding its way down and between his butt cheeks. He arched his neck as Mack's cock swelled larger against his own, the head blooming like a mushroom.
"So, what do you want to do now, Brad?"
Brad looked at his friend. "You can't be serious. Not again. Not already."
Mack wiggled his eyebrows. "You know what the song says. 'Sex is natural, sex is fun, sex is best when it's one on one'."
Brad's teeth clenched as Mack's hand stroked his burgeoning cock, running his tightening grip the entire length of his shaft and rubbing his thumb under the ridged head. He brushed his lips against Mack's. "Like before," he whispered.
Then Brad was suddenly on his feet, rising with a gymnast's grace and agility. Mack rose as well, moving with catlike grace. He stood chest-to-chest against his friend, their faces barely inches apart, living statues of innate strength and physical capability. Through a half-smile, Mack asked, "Fucker or fuckee?"
"Huh or whuh?"
Mack laughed. "You want me to drive, this time?"
Brad pushed his hand against Mack's meaty chest. "Hold on there, buddy. I've been thinking."
Mack pressed forward, putting his hand on Brad's hip, moving his other onto Brad's firm ass and pulling him closer. "Think later. Fuck now."
Brad huffed out a surprised breath. Mack was working his fingers under Brad's butt, digging his able and urgent touch into Brad's hole. Brad gasped his name, but Mack ignored him, moving closer still, seeking Brad's mouth with his own, feeling the rough shadow of Brad's cheek against his own, pulling Brad's firm, tight muscles against the power of his own. Mack knew what he wanted, and that he wanted Brad right now.
Brad was losing concentration fast. He knew he could struggle, knew he could match Mack's strength, but he didn't want to. Whatever he was thinking about, it was gone. He was sinking into some fantasy, giving himself over, letting someone else take the wheel for a change. Mack's hot breath against him was like a tonic, a perfume, a fire. His hands were rough on his skin, his handling was firm and demanding. Brad lifted his leg slightly, allowing Mack's probing fingers easier access to his undercarriage. Mack pressed his advantage, whispering "Don't worry, I'm in charge" into Brad's ear before licking his neck.
Brad could feel lips on his neck, on his shoulder. He could feel teeth biting his hard muscle. Mack grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled hard, bending his head back as fingers dug deep inside his ass. Mack was kissing his neck, licking the indent between his shoulder and his sternum. Brad could feel Mack's ministrations intensely. A thrill of erotic pain emanated within Brad from where Mack was still kneading his butt cheeks, echoing through his loins and belly. Brad could feel his friend's hardness pressing on his belly, feel his size and heat, feel his mushroom helmet rubbing against the ridges of his own tight abdominals. Mack was so hard, so hot, so big.
A deep growling moan escaped Brad's throat. Man, but he wanted to swallow that man whole. And to feel his mighty erection tickling his prostate... man!
"You want... you want me... to..."
"I'm in charge," Mack rumbled again, pulling Brad's hair in emphasis. "You'll know what to do." He opened his mouth and pressed it against Brad's, pushing all his lust into the kiss, sucking and teasing and exploring. He kissed him harder, one hand digging into Brad's ass, his other cradling Brad's head, holding him against his kiss, loving the wet anxiousness of that passion.
Brad stepped back suddenly, his erect cock bouncing wildly, and pivoted in front of his friend. Mack could see the perfect globes of Brad's ass kiss each other as he bent over. "Do it to me," Brad whispered hoarsely, "I want to feel your strength here against mine. I want to feel your muscles, your power, your perfection in me." With that, Brad dipped toward the floor to get on all four, his perfect ass high in the air to welcome Mack's meat inside.
"Ready, buddy?"
Brad didn't have to ask twice. Mack moved toward Brad, his eyes drinking in the tanned globes of the beautiful ass. He lowered himself, dragging his shaft along the crevasse of his friend's ass and rubbing the ridged head against Brad's sphincter. He grabbed Brad's muscular mounds hard, digging his fingers into the other man's golden flesh. He began to knead the muscular flesh, still teasing the edge of Brad's asshole with brushes of his cock. Then, pulling Brad's cheeks wider, he began to slide his healthy length of heavy dick into his friend's tight heat. His brawny body pressed against Brad's back, skin and muscle, feeling both velvet soft and rock hard. Brad gasped at the sensation, a slight touch of pain at first but then simply pleasure as Mack pushed himself inside.
Mack paused, moving his grip to Brad's trim waist, his cock buried deep inside his friend's ass. "How're you feeling, now, buddy?"
"Mmm, oh God." Brad squirmed slightly and moved back, welcoming the huge cock more fully. He could feel the heavy weight of his friend on his back, feel the tight muscled power of Mack's body pressed against his own.
"So, you prefer being the fuckee, or the fucker?"
"It's all... mmm... ooh, ah... good."
"Depending on your," Mack said, pausing as he shoved all the way into Brad's ass, slapping his balls against his friend's, "perspective."
Brad gasped his name, but Mack ignored him. He started stroking slowly into Brad's anus, his prick as hard as steel, as hot as the sun. He could feel another load building in his balls already. He felt like he could go on like this forever. He soon had a steady rhythm established, pumping in and out of Brad's hole like a piston, managing to thrust and withdraw most of his mighty prick with every pump. Wave after wave of concentrated bliss filled him. "So good," Mack moaned, his pumping continuing unabated. "Feels so fucking good."
Mack could feel it in his balls, feel his heavy load wanting to be set free. He could feel the weight and power of it, like an electric pulse. He could feel the load moving toward his cock, feel the liquid lightning urging him on.
Mack began slamming into Brad's asshole over and over. "Fuck. Fuck!" Brad gasped under the effects of Mack's forceful demands. Brad could feel the heat and hardness of his friend, feel the strain of the pleasure Mack was attempting to sustain. It felt as if Mack's prick was entering his own, doubling its girth and hardness. His cock was stretched so tight and rigid that it almost hurt. A slow, low moan left Brad's body. Brad could feel another load building and ready to surge unbidden, and he tightened his own asshole against cumming.
Mack jerked with a spasm of pleasure. He could feel himself suddenly growing warmer, his eyes squinting, his teeth clenched in a rictus. The pain and the pleasure built inside and crashed through his body until it reached to his fingertips and toes and he felt the world turning black.
Mack found himself squirting his load, filling Brad's virgin ass to the brink with his hot cream. His mind was filled with the roar of bliss, the ache of gratification. Deep as the ocean, wide as the sky, hot as the sun the pleasure filled him until his load was spent and he was left gasping, feeling the ultimate bliss of release and orgasm such as he had ever felt it before.
Mack dismounted and rolled over onto his back, breathing hard as he felt the heat of passion drain from him. "So good, oh God, so good," Mack moaned again.
Then Mack's attention was drawn to sudden movement as Brad, grabbing his huge erection by the base, kneeled between Mack's legs. Brad had already found himself twice close to cumming during Mack's lengthy attentions, and his cock had burgeoned into an ungodly span.
Mack's lips twisted into a half grin as he slid his hand along the enflamed beast, moving his grip up its length and rubbing the tip of his thumb under the ridge of the helmet. "You're a little large, my man. Unless you want this thing," he nodded toward Brad's red, swollen tool, slipping his grip back down its length again, "punching through the top of my skull, we need you on top."
"You want to have a conversation," Brad asked, "or you want me to fuck you?" He didn't wait for an answer.
Mack was doubled over, his legs over Brad's shoulders. Brad's monster cock was buried so deep in Mack's ass that Brad thought his cock head was probably tickling his friend's gullet. Mack cried out in lust as Brad launched right into a hard driving fuck, pushing himself with his toes to press into Mack. Man to man sex, rough and demanding.
Brad screwed full throttle, fucking hard and fucking deep and fucking plenty. He pumped his shaft in and out of Mack's sphincter, his huge muscular body flexing, gleaming with sweat. Every muscle stood out on Brad's body. He was a map of power and sexual capacity. Mack groaned and just took it all, tightening around Brad's manhood as Brad royally fucked him up the ass. Brad was feeling the fuck everywhere, not just in his loins. It was most intense there, but the power was building and spreading. The tingling shock of bliss was growing into a deep, pulsing swell of passionate ecstasy that was encompassing every inch of flesh, ever fiber of muscle, into his bloodstream, through his bones, top to bottom, stem to stern.
Then it began. Brad could feel his cum shoving itself out of his balls and climb through his engorged member, higher and higher until he threw his head back and let go of his load, yelling aloud, feeling the rushing surge of lightning through every inch of his body. He felt like he would cum buckets, gallons, that he would become a fire hose of pleasure spewing his load in an unending stream. It was an explosion of pleasure, of joy, of bliss so intense he thought he might die from its onslaught.
Brad collapsed on top of Mack, kissing his neck, licking the indent between Mack's shoulder and his sternum, Mack's arms in an embrace around Brad's broad shoulders. Brad's dick fell out of the other man's asshole as it finally shrank, and they lay there on the floor in utter exhaustion, a tangle of sweat and muscle.
Finally, each man stirred back to wakefulness. Brad looked at Mack's sun-kissed features, his lips full and sensuous, his bright eyes the color of a Caribbean bay. Reaching over, he cupped the other man's chin in his hand, pressing his lips to his own and kissed him softly, warmly. "I wish I'd known it would be that good. I'd've done this long ago!"