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|"Shit!" I said as my car ground to a halt on the small side road. I
tried the ignition several times but it wouldn't start. "Thanks, Mom,"
I muttered to myself."Great big gas guzzler piece of shit!" I was mad
at myself for accepting the thing, and I knew about as much about cars
as I did about the cd player - I knew how to make it go. I got on my
cell phone and called Al's Place, a mechanic my friend had told me
about. A guy with an incredibly deep voice told me a tow truck would
be by in an hour.
I waited until the tow truck came and got a ride to the shop. The guy was pleasant - a slim guy with tossled hair and a little beard.
"You gonna work on my car?" I asked as we pulled into the lot.
"Naw," he said. "Al's gonna do it. I gotta make a few runs this afternoon."
He left me by the car and went inside. A few minutes later the garage door opened and the biggest man I'd ever seen walked out, stooping because he was too tall for the door. He was massive! He looked to be about 6'10" and must've weighed 500lbs and looked about 2 feet thick! His arms stretched the coveralls tight and the hair on his massive pecs poked out the top of the greasy, grey outfit. He had collar length, dark hair slicked back. He looked to be in his late forties, with a weathered face, a bristly mustache and side burns, and a five o'clock shadow (even though it was only 1 pm). Not a pretty man, but a huge stud! He wiped his huge hands on a cloth, his hairy thick forearms flexing and bulging as he did, and offered to shake my hand.
"Hi," he said. "I'm Al Jenkins." It was the same deep voice I heard on the phone. God this guy was hot. I felt my dick throb at the thought ofwhat was under those coveralls.
"Hi, I'm Mike."
His hand was twice the size of mine and the power in it was amazing. I bet he could crush a fender in that big paw. My eyes wandered over his massive frame and down to his crotch. The bulge in the close fitting coveralls was enormous! I caught myself staring and looked up, nervously. He must've seen me looking but he just grinned and movedto the front of the car.
"What seems to be the problem?" he said opening the hood.
"I dunno, it just won't start."
"Here it is," he said leaning over the motor. "Just a loose wire. Try starting it."
I putthe key in and turned. It turned over beautifully.
"These big carsget that," Al said lowering the hood. "Loose wires all the time. Just gotta keep it real tight." He grinned and winked.
"Gee, thanks," I said. "What do I owe you?" I was disappointed thinking this visit was all too short. I was hoping to get a better look at this guy.
"Nothin'" he grinned. "Didn't take any time. I could take a look underneath if you like. See if anything's loose under there?"
"Um, sure!" I said.
He lay down on the ground and pulled himself closer to the car.
"Won't you need a jack or something?" I asked.
"Naw!" He slid further under the chassis and gripped the front fender. Then with hardly a groan he pushed up. The whole front end lifted effortlesly by this powerful giant! I crouched down and watched his huge arms pressing this 2 ton car like it was a 50 lb barbell.
"Here's another loose wire," he said. "I'll tighten it up for you." He shifted the weight of the car onto on massive hand and used the other to tighten the wire.
I couldn't contain myself. "Holy shit!" I yelled. "You've gotta be incredibly powerful, man!"
Al just grinned. Then he started pressing the car upand down, up and down, performing rep after rep with one hand, then the other. "Gettin pretty pumped here, Son," he said, just as I heard a ripppp! and his coveralls split over his massive swollen biceps and exploding pecs. He put the car down and slid out from underneath.
He just stood there smiling, flexing those incredible thick pecs, striations ripping through the mat of hair. He clenched his fists and his arms bulged huge and hard through the hole in the coveralls.
"Fuck you're a giant, Al!" I gasped. I started rubbing my hardening dick through my pants unable to control my lust for this muscle giant! "How big are those arms?"
"Only 29 inches," he said casually as he raised them in a double-biceps pose and the coveralls gave way completely, revealing the huge peak on his arms and veins roped over his shoulders and forearms. "Wanna get a lot bigger," he said looking at the bulging muscle."Yeah, wanna pump these up to 32, 33 -- who knows?!" Then he looked into my eyes and said, "Wanna touch 'em?"
I gulped, my mouth going dry. "Yeah!" I said.
"Well come here, then, Son."
I moved closer to this hulk and reached up. My hands barely covered his rock hard massive bicep, let alone his triceps, which hung down like huge, solid slabs of beef. My hands ran over his shoulders thick and veined. "Yeah, it's all for you, boy. Feel this big muscleman flex."
The tears in the coveralls widened as he continued to flex. "Wait a minute," he said unzipping the coveralls to his waist, exposing massive rippling pecs and hard, thick abs. Every inch of him was huge! Each ab muscle was as big as a cinder block and hair trailed down to his crotch. I licked each nipple and pulled at the hair on his superhuman chest. And he lapped up my attention. The bulge in his crotch was growing as I caressed every gargantuan powerful muscle.
He stopped posing and lifted me up. His bristly mustache tickled my face as his tongue plunged into my eager mouth. I chewed on the thick mustache and sucked his strongman's tongue as we kissed, my hands grabbing and squeezing his massive arms and forearms. He carried me into the garage and closed to heavy doors behind us.
"Gonna show what else I pump, Son. Big muscle man pumps all his muscles!" Al put me down and went into his office. When he came back he'd shed his coveralls and was wearing only a black leather posing strap which barely held his huge dick. He was carrying a long plastic tube attached to a hand pump. He sat down on a bench beside me and said, "Strip for me, Son."
I took off my clothes slowly as Al watched me. He seemed very interested in my stripping, flexing his huge pecs and rubbing his crotch. Here was this massive muscle man getting into my strip tease. I was seductive about it as I could be, wanting to entice him and get that big dick he had even bigger.
"Yeah, hot!" he said as I finished undressing for him. Then he pulled at the posing strap and his cock flopped out half hard.
"Oh, Man!" I gasped. It had to be already about 9 inches and thick. He flopped it around.
"Like that? Ain't even hard yet, Son. Gets real fuckin big. Let's see how big we can get it, huh?" He rubbed some vaseline around the base of his massive pole and put the plastic tube over his cock. Then he attached the tubing and pump. The plastic tube was 20 inches long with markings at each inch and each half inch, and had to be about 10 inches in circumference. He started pumping the hand pump and almost immediately his massive dick swelled out toward the sides of the tube.
"Yeah," he said. "There it goes!" He continued pumpinghis freaky muscle dick and it started filling the huge tube. I stroked my dick and watched in amazement as this giant man's cock expanded and expanded. He pumped harder, with smooth movements and groaned as his dick passed the 12 inch mark. "Here," he said handing me the pump. "You do it, Son. Make this man's dick real fuckin big!"
I pumped with the same smooth movements as he did, my own cock staying rigid with excitement. His cock now reached the sides of the massive tube and continued to grow in length. It passed the 13" mark, then the 14" mark. Al flexed his massive arms and grunted as I continued the pump. Fifteen inches, 15.5" and it kept growing.
"Look at that huge dick!" I said. "Big muscleman's cock!"
"Keep pumping it, Son!" Al said as he flexed his hairy pecs and abs. "Gonna get even bigger!" I continued pumping the huge swollen meat and he grunted and groaned as his cock passed 16.5 inches - 17 inches! Finally at 17.5 inches, his massive dong swollen and red he grabbed the pump from me and stopped.
"YEAH!" he yelled as he loosened the tube and pulled it off slowly. It came off the end of his dick with a pop and his cock stood straight up. It looked really freaky. This fucking muscle giant with a superhuman dick. It wasn't soft like I'd seen other guys pumped dick. Al's dick was rock hard. He flexed it and it bobbed up and down slowly.
I leaned over and put my lips to the end of it, stroking my cock which was getting close to bursting. I could hardly fit the massive head in my mouth and he held the length of it in both his huge hairy paws jiggling it back and forth while I sucked the head.
"YEAH! SUCK THIS MUSCLEMAN'S HUGE DICK, BOY! LICK THAT BIG FUCKIN HEAD! BIG MUSCLE DONG FOR YA', BOY!"
Al stood up and his dick stood out in a 45 degree angle from his massive frame. I pulled on the freaky dick and Al posed and flexed his gargantuan muscles - rippling his pecs and tightening his abs, lifting his 29" guns in a freaky display of mass and power, flexing his massive thick quads and calves. "PULL FUCKIN HARD ON THAT DONG! YEAH! MAKE THAT HUGE DICK SHOOT!"
I used both hands now and jerked his huge swolled member. "Yeah, Al! You're the biggest fuckin muscleman! Biggest fuckin' cock!" I could feel his dick stiffen and the heat from it was intense. Al groaned deeply as the first load of white hot jism shot out and across the garage. Streams of cum flowed out of his 17.5 inch dick. Then, as his cock was still leaking, he picked me up in one hand, passionately kissed me and stroked my hard cock in his big hands. My whole 7 inches was enclosed in his giant hand and the cum flew out of me harder than it ever has before.
He carried me into the back room and we lay on a huge cot for the rest of the afternoon, his now soft, but still huge dick nestled between my thighs.
Mechanic Muscle Part II
Al Jenkins was big. He knew it and he liked it. He liked being huge and muscular beyond belief. He was 6'8", weighed 550 lbs and easily had the strength of 10 huge men. After work he let me hang around for his "workout". There were no weight sets in the auto shop, so I wondered what he meant.
He locked the doors and turned out most of the lights. Then he went to a lever and pulled down a huge, full length mirror. Then he went into the back office and I heard him getting changed. When he came back, he'd shed the greasy grey coveralls and was now wearing a tank top that hugged his massive pecs, stretched to the limit over those hairy mounds of rock hard, pulsing meat. His shoulders looked like basketballs, round and hard, deep cuts in each one. His biceps bulged as he reached up and tossled his slicked back hair - some strands falling into his dark eyes and over bushy mustache. His neck was thick and the arteries stood out throbbing. He tightened his huge fists and forearms and bands of thick muscle bunched under the hair. His gut was big, but rock hard and rippling with his thick abs. He wore sweat pants that hugged his huge thighs and calves and his dick, heavy and limp, pushed out the front of the pants down his leg.
"Gonna work my quads first," he said. He walked over to the big truck platform. There was a semi-trailer on it and it was raised about 7 feet off the floor. He lay down underneath it and called me over. "Come here and grab that lever."
I grabbed the lever and he toldme to lower it slowly. I did as he said and the massive truck and platform descended. Al placed his feet on the platform and said, "Ok, push that release button." I pushed the button and the truck and platform lowered a few inches, Al pushing back hard with his huge thighs. Then he started pressing the whole truck and platform, pumping rep after freaky rep with those massive powerful legs.
"YEAH!" he yelled after about 10 reps. "FUCKIN'POWER! LIFTIN' 4 FUCKIN' TONS WITH THESE QUADS!!!" He pumped out another 10 reps and I put the lock back on and raised the platform. He stood up and flexed his huge quads, and the massive muscles burst through the sweat pants. His hairy steel hard thighs exposed through the tears were incredibly hot and I raced over and started licking his huge legs.
"YEAH! Lick that muscleman's legs. Get into it, Son!" He tensed and flexed those massive quads and calves, and I licked every inch of them. His dick was starting to get hard and bulged down what was left of the shredded pant leg. Then he pushed me away gently. "Don't wanna get too hot just yet, Son. Gotta work these big arms and pecs for ya'."
He moved to a school bus parked at the back of the shop. Then he got underneath it and grabbed a bar under the fender. He took a few deep breaths and pushed up. With a creaking of metal the huge bus lifted off the floor. Al pumped out ten reps slowly, his pecs expaning larger with each thrust. The bus heaved up and down, graoning and creaking with the force of Al's power as his lifted the tons of metal into the air.
I was so turned on I thought I'd cum in my pants. I undressed and started stroking my hard dick while I watched the muscle freak pump himself even larger, even stronger. He grunted under the weight of the massive bus and the little tank top stretched over his growing pecs, hairy mountains of rock hard, pulsing muscle. Finally, after 30 reps he let the bus down and stood up. He looked down over the massive, hairy muscle, flexing it and feeling it. "Come here, Son and feel this pump." I moved toward Al and put my hands over his pecs which twitched and pulsed with power. I squeezed the hard pecs and Al groaned throwing his head back showing his massive neck and traps. He tightened his fists and his biceps and shoulders bulged huge and striated.
"Man! you're so fucking huge, Al!" I said as I ran my hands over his mass feeling every muscle and grinding my hard dick into his hairy thigh. He loved my attention and tightened the muscles I touched. Then he bent down and kissed me hard, his tongue halfway down my throat. I chewed on his bristly mustache and threw my arms around his huge neck. He picked me up in one massive hand and thrust his finger in my asshole. The feeling sent my crazy.
"Gotta work these arms, boy!" he said as he put me back down. He moved to a bench placed between two big cadillacs and wrapped chains over the hoods. Then he stood on the bench and grabbed the middle of the heavy chains. He tightened his grip and lifted. The cars lifted easily off the floor and Al started curling them. The biceps bulged and lengthened as he curled the big cars. His shoulders expanded and veins started pumping blood, getting thick as his muscles blew out of proportion. He gritted his teeth and pumped out 20 reps, grunting with each lift. The tank top seemed tiny, thgouh it would be huge on any big man, and as his massive muscle expanded it lifted up his torso and started to tear. His pecs expanding, his biceps growing larger and harder, his hairy forearms bulging, his thick quads tearing more holes in the shredded sweat pants.
"YEAH! GOTTA GET FUCKIN' HUGE!" he yelled after 30 reps. "GOTTA GET FREAKY FOR YA', SON!" He hefted the cadillacs up and down, muscles bulging, growing getting freakier and bigger. Then he stopped and released the cars. His lets spread his arms way out at his sides, freakish, pumped globes of biceps, heaving shoulders, thick hard neck, veins steaming under the man flesh. Sweat poured off his brow, and he jumped off the bench and hit a most muscular pose. "Gotta measure these fuckers!" He grabbed a tape measure and handed it to me. "Measure that bicep, Son."
He flexed his right arm, the bicep peaking huge. I wrapped the tape around his arm. "Fuck! It's 34.5 inches!" He grinned and flexed it out and up increasing the pressure and tightening his fist.
"Are you sure about that? Better measure it again, boy." I wrapped the taopearound his arm again.
"Thirty-five! Man, you're a fuckin' freak, Al!" My cock bobbed on its own, excited by this mountain of muscle. Al's cock responded to my excitement and burst through the sweat pants dripping a long string of precum.
"Gonna pump this dick for ya' now!" he said grabbing his pumper and the massive plastic tube. Heplaced the tube over his huge cock and started pumping. Itwas already huge measuring 14 inches. He pumped and pumped and I watched as it passed 15, 16, 17 inches! Still it grew. This muscle freak's dick was filling the tube! Al pumped even harder now, his muscles flexed and hard, sweat all over his massive body. Eighteen, nineteen inches!! His dick was nearing the end of the tube and still he kept pumping it wildly. He grunted, "Gettin fuckin massive, Son! Look at that!" He pumped a few more times and his cock reached the end of the monster pumper - 20 inches of huge fat cock. He released the hand pump and flexed his dick with the tube still on it. "Shit!" he said, as the plaible plastic broke open and his monster stud dick burst out, the rubber ring at the base of his cock still in place tightening around the grotesque shaft.
He stood up and grabbed his huge 20" man meat. "LOOK AT THAT! LOOK AT THAT FUCKIN' HUGE DICK!" He let go of it and it bobbed up and down, hard as rock and as thick as my own arm. Then he started posing in front of the mirror, while I pulled on his cock. Double biceps, then a side chest pose. He pushed out deep breaths while he hit freaky pose after freaky pose.
"YEAH!! PULL ON THAT MUSCLEMAN'S COCK! WORSHIP THAT FREAKY DICK! WORSHIP THIS FUCKIN MUSCLE!" He showed me his back - huge, thick lats spread wide and a thik waist holding all that muscle up. Abs pose - blocks of thick muscle covered with hair bunching and twisted. Huge cock standing straight up while I pulled it hard. Most muscular pose - steel muscle, mass, twisted veins crawling over his hairy striated pecs and shoulders over his biceps and into his massive forearms. Even in a relaxed pose his freakishly superhuman size was phenomenal. He flexed his huge dick and I could tell he was close.
Then he picked me up and I straddled the monster dong, rock hard between my legs. He thrust his hips and kissed me hard, his mustache tickling my nose and his hot tongue probing my mouth. I was groaning feeling the mass of his 35" arms and barndoor shoulders. He fucked my thighs a few times and I felt my dick shooting loads on his hard abs. Then Al grunted as massive amounts of hot cum flew out of his cock and hit the mirror. His dick stayed hard for along time, and he kept flexing it while I bobbed up and down supported by the strength of the muscle stud's meat.
Best ride I ever had...
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