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The Muscle Lounge
|I walked out of my room and enjoyed the pure feeling of my maniless
and sexuality. I had never felt more alive, more ready for action
more sexy in my whole life. I followed the signs in the hall
directing me to the "Muscle Lounge." That sounded like a fine place
for a STUD like myself to go. Once I opened the door to the lounge
and viewed my surroundings, I knew I had found the right place.
Never before, I am convinced, has there been such a collection of hot, sexy and muscled studs in one room. There were about 12 or 13 guys all doing there own thing. Some were working out with weights, or running on the machines. I gazed long enough to watch their amazing muscles ripple and strain under the weights they lifted. I drooled over the runners, as my eyes fixed on the two bouncing slabs of beef that were their chests. A handful were sitting around a table playing strip poker, an exciting game even when the guys you're playing with aren't super STUDS. The rest were sitting on a comfortable looking couch, watching a gay porn video on the TV. Wait a minute...I took a double take. It WAS a gay porn, two males (though not nearly as stocked as I was) were having sex in this video. I took a step closer and noticed that all the guys on the couch had their massive cocks in their hands, jacking them off. No way! I couldn't believe my luck. I had always dreamed that the STUDS were gay, but I had never really expected it. They certainly were not lacking female attention. This proof of their homosexuality caused a little stir in my cock. I felt my bulge grow tight against my unbelieveably tight pants. Apparently I let out a bit of a gasp as well, because all heads in the room turned to me.
One of the guys lifting dumbells stood up, walked on over and shook my hand.
"Hey, I'm Chad. You must be the new guy."
"I guess so. Nice to meet you, Chad, I'm Kevin."
"Well," Chad said, "Welcome to the group. This is pretty much what we do, unless we're at a photo shoot, or training for our dance club. You're welcome to join in whatever you think is fun. Working out is great, as is the card game. If you're feeling hot, there's always a porn on the TV. Make yourself at home."
"Thanks," I replied. I was bummed he didn't mention continuous group orgies as one of the daily activities.
"So, let's see how you turned out," Chad said.
I was confused, at first, but Chad then placed his hands on my biceps and chest and said, "Hmmm...feels real big. Why don't you give us all a look?"
I was excited by his invitation to show off. Slowly, tanzilizingly slow, I peeled off my skin-tight shirt, revealing first my cut abs, then my glorious chest. As I removed my shirt, my biceps burst from the confines of the sleeves. My muscles seemed to expand, now that they were free and open.
A low whisper ran through the room, and all eyes were focused on me.
"Shit, man!" Chad said, "That stuff really works on you well! You're the biggest one here!"
I didn't believe him until I began looking around. Now that my muscles were visable to me again, I started comparing my chest, my abs and my huge arms to the guys around me. It did seem like I was a few inches bigger than than the biggest guy there.
"How can that be?" I asked.
"Well," answered Chad, "Your results all depend on your body chemical make-up. Some of us responded to the shot well, some of us just average. Daniel over there in the corner is the smallest."
With that, a couple of the guys gave joking punches to Daniel, who was the smallest guy there (although still amazingly built)
"And you," continued Chad, "Are the biggest we've seen!" The guys nodded in agreement. "And from the looks of it," Chad went on, his eyes drifting lower, "You're muscles aren't the only thing that responded to the medicine well."
The insane bulge in my pants once again shot to life.
"Want to see?" I asked, as innocently as I could.
"Hell yeah!" came the reply from one of the card players. The guys on the couch had forgotten their porn and were now jacking off at the sight of me.
"OK" I replied. I would give them a show to remember. My cock continued to swell, cramped up in my pants as it was. The leather offered very little streaching room, but my cock was not to be weakened. My erection continued growing, bigger and bigger. My pants were telling it that it could go no further, but my cock was telling my pants that it would win out. I started grabbing my crotch through the pants. A few of the guys got up and walked closer to me, as if they couldn't believe the size of my package. By now my pants were being forced to steach. The sound of ripping leather now was audible, and this was even more exciting, not only to me, but to all the guys. Soon, they were cheering me on. "Rip outta there!" "Bulge out, bulge out!!!" My cock needed no encouragement, but their desire to see my meat up close and personal fueled my sexual fire. It wasn't long before my pants could take no more. My manmeat burst from the fly of my pants in a flash of ripping leather. I was now exposing my cock and huge balls. Cries of amazement erupted from the room and their hungry eyes looked upon my endowment. This combined with the cries of sexual orgasm, as a few of the guys on the couch came upon sight of my cock.
"Oh my fucking God!" Chad exclaimed. "None of us are nearly that big!"
"Wait, boys" I replied, feeling a new sense of power and authority. "My tool isn't done yet..."
And it was true, I wasn't yet all the way hard. As my erection grew still, the guys were dumbfounded. Finally, I was my full 16 inches of throbbing beef, complete with a set of balls that hung low and were huge.
Chad could wait no longer. He grabbed my tool and shoved it into his warm mouth, and began sucking. He tried to take as much has he could, and I could see his throat bulge as my cock entered. He manged to take in about half of my meat. I'm convinced today that Chad could suck a watermelon through a gardenhose. He went to town on my piece while the other guys ran to the cabinets and got out their oils and lotions. I was helped to the ground, spread out and then 12 pairs of hands began rubbing oil, lotion and lubes all over my huge body. Never in my life had I experienced such estacy. This feeling even rivaled the feeling of my growth itself.
I felt myself nearing climax. Chad felt this too, and his eyes widened as my cock grew stiffer in his hot mouth. I blew my load long and deep into his muscled bod. He swallowed as much as he possibly could, but my cum was flowing too quick for him. It overflowed out of his mouth like a river, onto the guys around him. They all lapped it up as well. The sight of Chad trying his hardest to drink as much of my cum as he could, while the rest poured from his hungry lips aroused me even more. My cock stayed hard, and my orgasm lasted for minutes. Chad finally had to back off, or choke. As he gasped for air, the only thing he could say was "Holy fuck!" My cock continued spurting hot cum onto me and the other STUDS like an erupting fountain. The guys began taking turns placing their warm lips around my cock head and drinking down my milky juice. Finally, when I finished cumming, all the guys looked at me in pure amazement. As my cock grew hard once again, all eyes were drawn to it.
Chad looked at my cock wide-eyed, "No way! You're not getting hard again, already are you?" I smiled a devious smile as the boys began to fight over who would suck me off first. I knew I was going to like it here.
I learned later that the evening of my first night, Chad paid a visit to David. David called in the doctor that examined me.
"OK, doc," Chad said, "How did he get so fuckin' huge?"
"Well," answered the doctor, "His body make-up is perfect for the growth horomone we use. The horomone took to him immediately and the results were magnified."
"Oh, I see..." replied Chad. It was obvious that he was thinking something up.
"What's on your mind, Chad?" asked David.
"It's just that Kevin seems almost TOO big to be a model for us. And dancing with that big of a bulge is going to be impossible. I was thinking that maybe he wouldn't be a regular STUD like the rest of us. Besides, showing him to the public would bring automatic attention to the STUD company. They might discover what you're up to..."
"What are you getting at?" asked David, now more curious.
"Kevin is amazing," Chad continued, "And the rest of us are obsessed with him. You know how sexual the drug has made all of us. We're animals!" The doctor nodded in agreement.
"It's just that some of the guys and I think that Kevin might be better as a sort of idol, a sex machine for the rest of us, if you will."
"What do you mean?" asked David again, but this time, stroking his hard cock under his desk.
"What if Kevin wasn't a model or dancer, but if he was our sex slave, so to speak. The regular guys could go to him whenever we wanted and please him. It would fulfill a need for all of us. We would please his mighty cock and incredible body, and we would have our sexual desires filled."
"I see you're point, Chad." David was thinking that he might take a turn or two with the new STUD as well. "I think that is a fine idea. I'll tell Kevin first thing tomorrow, and providing that it is OK with him, it will be official."
"Great!" said Chad. "There's just one more thing..."
"Since Kevin will now be kept inside, without fear of the public discovering his huge body..." Chad paused.
"Yes???" asked David anxiously.
"...we were wondering if the doctor could give him another dose. His make-up is perfect for it, you said it yourself, Doc. Shoot him up with another dose, and let's see what happens!"
David exchanged wide-eyed glances with the doctor. The thought of Kevin being even bigger made David cum right in his pants. Chad saw this, and said "I'm glad you like the idea!"
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