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Moving Day
By Anonymous (address withheld)
***
A gay guy is attracted to a big hulking moving guy.
(MM, oral, mutual-mast)
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I guess I must look gay because I always seem to find
myself being hit on and being seduced by other men. I'm
a successful stock broker and I make a lot of money, so
I'm pretty happy with my life. And I guess I'm okay
with being hit on too.
To prove my point, this little incident happened to me
only last week...
I had called the moving company two weeks ago to
arrange for movers for this Saturday. The receptionist
had asked me how big an apartment I was moving from,
etc. and I told her that I was moving from a one
bedroom in a third floor walkup to an apartment in the
same neighborhood that was in a second floor walkup.
Neither had an elevator. I had a lot of books and
records, and an upright piano.
I had almost considered getting a company that
specialized in moving pianos, because I remembered that
it had almost been a disaster getting it up to my
current place. The movers had almost dropped it on the
stairs because it was so heavy. She took down the info,
and said that a truck would be there at 9 am.
At 9:05 the downstairs buzzer rang and I went down to
let the guys in. Waiting outside on the stoop was an
enormous man. He practically blotted out the light from
coming in the double door's glass windows that were 7'
high. He must have been at least 6'8" and three feet
wide. I opened the door and he said, "You must be Bob.
I'm Jack."
I craned my neck to look up at his face. He had a
thick, black fu-Manchu moustache and scraggly long
black hair. His eyes were dark brown, capped by bushy
eyebrows. I quickly ran my eyes over his body, which
was unbelievable. His shoulders jutted out from either
side of a neck as thick as my thigh. A huge chest
pushed out in front of him, barely contained by a
flannel shirt with the arms ripped out at the
shoulders.
His arms were pushed out at a slight angle from his
body because his lats were incredibly wide. And his
arms, resting at his side, were probably as big around
as my waist. His waist was narrow, and then beneath his
slim hips his thighs flared out in bulges of muscle
that stretched the material of his pants. The top two
buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a thick
mat of dense, black hair. I saw that in one hand he had
some thick leather straps, in the other a few cloth
mats for padding the furniture.
"Hi, nice to meet you," I said. "I'm upstairs."
"Let's see the lay of the land, and then I'll figure
out what to start moving down first," he said.
We started up the stairs and I showed him the
apartment, filled with boxes amid the furniture. I
pointed out the piano and said, "That was a real bitch
to move in here. I hope that you and the other guys can
manage it."
"Oh, I'm working this job myself," he said.
"What? What are you talking about?" I asked
indignantly. "How am I going to get moved out today if
the other guys haven't shown up yet?"
"That's what I'm telling you. I'm gonna move you by
myself today."
I went into the bedroom and started looking for the
phone number of the moving company. This was bullshit.
I know that they were a small, cheap company, but I
didn't want this to be a week long affair. While I was
searching through a pile of papers on the dresser, Jack
dropped the mats and started wrapping some of the
straps around the piano. I found the number and started
dialing. As it started ringing, Jack crouched down a
little, grabbed onto the straps, and hoisted the piano
onto his back, effortlessly. I heard him walking down
the steps with it when a voice on the other end said,
"Hello?"
"Umm, this is Bob at 8th Avenue. I, uh, just wanted to
let you know that the mover got here on time," I said,
and then hung up. I ran to the window and saw Jack walk
up the ramp into the truck, the piano on his back. A
few minutes later he was returning.
When he came back in he smiled and said, "See, no
problem. Hmm, I guess this should go next." He walked
over to the sofa, tossed the cushions aside, and bent
down to pick it up. He threw it over one shoulder and
steadied it with one hand. Then he picked up an easy
chair with the other hand and started down the stairs
again, the chair held straight out in front of him to
clear the banisters.
By now my astonishment had given way to lust. My cock
was stiff in my pants as I began to realize the power
in this guy's muscles. Jack came back and picked up a
carton of books, piled it onto another, then piled
those onto two cartons of records. I had had to drag
each box along the floor after it was filled, they were
so heavy, and here he was picking up all four at once.
"I don't want to pile them too high, because they might
tip over," he said.
When he returned he said, "You might want to wait down
by the truck, just to make sure no on runs off with
anything. Oh, this should go in next," and he picked up
the platform for my double bed.
I followed him downstairs and watched as he quickly
emptied the rest of the apartment. He would strap six
or seven boxes together, bringing them down on his
broad back as if they hardly weighed anything. His arms
flexed with the effort, and he was starting to breathe
a little more heavily, but it was still incredible that
he could do all of this by himself.
"Well, that seems to be it," he said to me. I locked up
the apartment and left the keys with one of the
neighbors. Jack got in behind the wheel and I climbed
into the cab alongside him.
"HOW did you ever get so strong?" I asked him.
He chuckled as he started up the engine. "I was always
a strong guy. I remember in fourth grade in elementary
school we had to do the physical fitness tests and to
"pass" you had to do 20 chin ups. I did 20, and then I
did 20 with each arm. My dad worked out, and I started
working out with him.
Pretty soon I could lift more than the old man. I was
benching over 400 by the time I was 15. I just kept on
working at it, because I really liked being the
strongest guy around."
"Yeah, well it's really impressive," I said, my mouth
dry from how excited I was. "You put on quite a show
for me just then."
He turned and smiled and said, "Well, the second act is
coming up now. And maybe we'll have a big bang for the
grand finale. How much do you think I bench now?"
"Six hundred pounds?" I guessed.
"Hah, hah, hah," Jack laughed. "Haven't you been
watching me in action? I bench 925 pounds for 10 reps.
Pretty soon I'm going to up the weight to 1000 pounds.
Do you realize that that's half a ton? I've got to have
special weights made for me, I'm so strong. Half a ton
flying through the air, pushing up from these giant
pecs!"
I felt lightheaded just listening to him talk about it.
We pulled up to the new apartment and I went up and
unlocked the doors. Jack was already busy, unloading
stuff from the truck onto the sidewalk. Now I was
treated to another display of his awesome strength. At
one point as he was bending down to lift up a stack of
boxes, Jack's shirt started to rip along the seam under
one arm.
"Shit," he said, unbuttoned it, pulled it off, and
threw it into the truck's cab. His huge hairy torso was
now revealed to me. His mountainous hairy pecs thrust
out over a washboard stomach of tightly ridged muscles.
I could feel that my underwear was wet from all the
pre-cum I had been leaking. In what seemed like no
time, the truck was empty and everything had been
brought up the stairs.
"Well, that seems like it," Jack said.
"There's more that you could do for me," I said. "Why
don't you flex those powerful muscles for me?"
Jack was quick to oblige. The first thing he did was
flex his right arm. The biceps blasted upward in a hard
mountain of muscle. He was pumped from all his
exertions as if he had been working out in the gym. The
veins in his arms snaked all over his muscles. He
brought up the left arm and treated me to an awesome
double biceps display. Jack's arms must have been 30
inches around! He put his hands behind his head and
scrunched his abs into tight relief. I started
unzipping my pants, my cock so hard that it hurt to
have it confined in my jeans. Jack kept out grinding
the poses.
"Yeah, you saw this muscleman do his thing. You know
how strong I am," he said. "You know you want to see
more of this muscle freak."
"Yeah, show me more. I need to see your fucking big
body explode into freaky muscle," I answered.
"Here, look at this!" Jack cried as he crunched out a
most muscular pose. Sinews and veins burst out from the
giant muscles of his chest, arms, and shoulders. My
cock was pushing out from my briefs, the whole front of
my underwear wet from pre-cum.
"FEEL WHAT THIS MUSCLE IS LIKE!" Jack commanded.
"YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR IT ALL DAY!!"
I went up to him and put my hands on his huge biceps.
"SHIT! IT'S LIKE GROPING ROCKS!" I said. I never
dreamed that anyone's body could feel that hard.
Jack quickly unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them and
stripped out of them and his underwear.
"What about this fucking cock!" he said. "WHAT ABOUT
IT, HUH!"
His dick was at least 11 inches long, and amazingly
thick. The piss-slit was wet with pre-cum as the
monster dong throbbed from the blood pulsing down the
veins that bulged out like ropes along his fat shaft. I
fell to the floor so that I would be closer to it. Jack
stepped onto the kitchen table so that his rod was
thrust out over my head. I reached up and wrapped both
hands around it. The thick erection was iron hard in my
grip.
"This cock is as hard and strong as my other muscles.
TEST IT!" Jack bellowed. I started flexing my arms,
pulling my weight up. Jack's mighty prick stood out as
I slowly pulled my body up. I was doing a chin up,
using this stud's dick as a bar! I did three more reps,
than stood up on my feet. I took Jack's dong in my
mouth and slurped down the sweet pre-cum leaking from
the mushroom head.
"Ooooh yeah," Jack said. "Suck this big man's cock.
Worked hard for you, now you pay him back." He thrust
his hips so that his long dick rammed my face. Finally
I had to back off to catch my breath and Jack jumped
down from the table.
"You didn't have faith in my strength when I first
showed up. What do you think now?" he said as he flexed
an arm right in front of my face. Huge masses of biceps
muscle knotted up in an almost disgusting display of
size and animal strength.
"I saw right away I was wrong," I said. "You're
stronger than I ever dreamed anyone could ever be. Let
me worship your powerful muscle!"
He started flexing; only he was ten times as intense as
the other display he had given me. His muscles were
even bigger from the lifting he had been doing. I felt
all over his hairy chest and shoulders like a god, his
arms that stretched to their 30" glory all morning
long. He egged me on, goading me to savor his
unbelievable strength.
I started jerking him off while my other hand felt all
over his body. He followed suit and took my dick in one
of his callused hands. He spit into his palm three
times to grease it up, and when he put it back on my
aching shaft and started rubbing me, I grunted with
pleasure.
My head was at his chest level, since he was so tall,
and I rubbed my face all over the hairy muscular mounds
of his pecs. His nipples were stiff and long, and I
started working one of them with my teeth. All the time
his hand gripped my cock as he stroked me toward
orgasm.
"Gonna shoot my load now," Jack said. "Stand back, it's
gonna blow!" And with that I felt through the fingers
of my hand the cum gushing through his shaft and
blasting out of the big head. Gobs of cum splattered on
the floor several feet away as he shot again and again.
I held his hand on my dick so he would stop jerking me.
"Flex those hot muscles," I said. "Let me cum worship
your body."
Jack ripped into a posing routine that would have won
him any contest. I worked my cock as only I could,
sensing every time I was close to cumming and pulling
back, extending the moment. Jack was in a frenzy of
muscle action. Triceps bulging into relief in a side
pose; twisting back muscles springing into action after
a lat spread a mile wide, rising on tip toe to
highlight the amazing diamonds of his calves - Jack was
brutal power in motion.
"UGGGH! UGGGH, AAAAARGGGGH!" came out of my throat as
an overwhelming orgasm shook my body. Never had I cum
so hard! Spunk shot out of my dick as I kept wanking
it, load after load. All the time Jack kept crunching
out muscle poses. Finally my contractions slowed and
stopped, and I was left exhausted, as Jack flexed in a
triumphant double biceps pose.
I exchanged numbers with Jack, and told him that I'd
invite him over soon, once things were somewhat put
away.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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