My Muscleman Roommate Pt. 04

We were both overcome with excitement, and more loving to each other than ever before. Andrew was increasingly enamored with me, and I was increasingly enthralled with him. He was one step closer to fully penetrating me, and he couldn't stop talking about how his enormous cock head already impacted my once super tight hole.

It influenced everything we did, and what we thought about. Both of us were insanely horny now, but my ass required time to heal and adjust. Now, a week had passed, and I could tell he was getting somewhat impatient. Notwithstanding this, he was always polite, considerate, loving, and never demanded my acquiescence.

In the meantime Andrew purchased a large boxing heavy bag that he hung from the ceiling beam in his bedroom. He loved punching the heavy bag, especially if I was watching him. It excited him to show off his power like that.

It was such an intense workout, and I could tell it relieved tension building up in him, probably due to unfulfilled urges to breed me. He was also showing off his body. It was a super masculine sight to behold. Andrew's body looked so big, thick, and dense, punching away on the heavy bag.

I loved watching his massive, muscle body, and powerful fists, destroy the heavy bag. It made him more manly than anything else. He would only wear his little bikini underwear so that his massive cock and balls would be somewhat contained. But, the enormous bulge would still bounce all over the place with each impact of his powerful fists.

His body would get all sweaty, and his muscles would get so pumped up and engorged. It was so sexy, and frightening at the same time. He was so powerful, and his punches were essentially deadly.

I always got so turned on watching Andrew bust up the big bag. Loud popping sounds would ring throughout the bedroom, with every impact of his fists. He would grunt with every pop. It was an amazing display of pure manliness, and domination. I would sit there nude, in his bed, feeling overwhelmingly submissive, and totally turned on.

I couldn't help but think about what he would do to another man with his fists. I thought... what if he worked over one of those musclemen from the magazines he got me? He would destroy the muscleman, right in front of me, working him over. His powerful fists would explode on the muscleman's body, just like they explode on the heavy bag. I was getting off on that fantasy, and didn't completely understand why. For now, it wasn't vital that I understood, all I focused on was that it titillated me.

In one instance, Andrew was really getting into it as I watched. He was smelling up the entire room with his ultra manly scent caused by the brutal fist pounding. I started to lose control, and I needed to worship him. He was as manly as I've ever seen him. I couldn't stand to wait any longer, and cautiously approached him. I showed him my smooth, toned little body, to try and distract him from destroying the heavy bag. As soon as he saw me, he hit the bag a few more times, so I could experience the manliness up close, and then stopped, and turned to me.

I quickly hugged him to calm him down, and lightly kissed and licked his sweaty muscles for a few minutes, whimpering as I did so. We looked at each other in the large mirror on the wall next to the heavy bag. The contrast of his super big muscular body, all sweaty and pumped up, to my delicate, little firm body, was powerfully sexy. Unexpectedly, he got reflective, and said, "You know, this is exciting and sexy, for both of us, but I could never live with myself if I actually did this to another person."

"I understand, and even though a part of me likes thinking about that, I would be repulsed if you ever did," was my reflective response, as I was feeling up his thick muscles.

"That's right, the reality of beating someone to a pulp with my fists, would be way too brutal, bloody, and far too traumatic for you," he explained.

"Can I still fantasize about it?" I asked.

"Sure, but that's all it is, or ever will be," he answered, then said, "That doesn't mean we can't have sexy fun with the fantasy."

I was happy to hear that, and said, "Oh, OK, that would be so hot!"

He was taking in my tight, little body as we talked, and I arched my back for him, showing off my firm ass. Then I sniffed his ridiculously smelly and pumped up body, and said softly, "That was the most manly display of pure brute force and power I've ever seen, baby."

Then I took a hold of one of his big fists, and brought it cautiously up to my mouth. It was still tightly clinched, so big, and so hard. As I looked in his eyes, I started worshiping it like I do with his big cock. I kissed all over it, licked on it, and sniffed on it. I could taste and smell leather from the heavy bag. I liked it, and I thought... if Andrew was busting up one of those magazine musclemen, I would taste and smell the muscleman's body. I liked that too.

I lifted his other fist to my mouth and worshiped it the same way. After that, I went to my knees and sucked his smelly cock off, as sensuously as possible. I loved eating up his he big, potent sperm wad.

Andrew would work out on the heavy bag almost daily now, so long as I watched him. Sometimes, he even worked it over first thing in the morning, which supercharged my favorite time for intimacy with him.

When we looked at the muscleman magazines together, I would show him a guy I really liked, and say, "I love this stud's body, bet you could really bust him up good."

That sort of thing always got him excited, and he would respond, "Oh yeah, he has a great big, muscular body, but I would totally destroy it, methodically bust him up, all for you."

I'd respond meekly, "Oh baby, I'd love to watch you do that for me."

Things were getting so erotic, that he adamantly announced at the dinner table that he would "mount me the next day, after the gym."

I looked into his eyes and said, "Yes baby, you know I will do anything for you, especially given how manly you've been lately."

Andrew was almost nude, just wearing skimpy little bikini underwear that only covered a small portion of the massive bulge, comprised of big, heavy cock and balls. He just returned from the gym right before dinner, and his revealing bikini underwear was still wet from lots of cock and ball sweat. The enormous bulge was oozing intense manly musk.

Andrew made sure to show it off for me, and before sitting down, he walked around the kitchen in full view, the humongous package bouncing heavily. Just seeing it drove me mad with lust. I couldn't stop myself from staring at him, and all that heavy cock, gonad, and muscle.

I wanted Andrew to take me on his terms, and his purposed announcement made me extremely horny. He made it clear that he intended to go much deeper this time, and, "breed my ass out."

As he informed me, he pushed his chair out from the dinner table to expose the barely contained ultra manly bulge. I greedily went down on him. As I rubbed my nose on it, my ass tingled with excitement.

I was on my knees in between his muscular legs, as he sat there king-like in his chair, and I started kissing and smelling the enormous bulge. I tried to remove the bikini, but everything was so packed in, and stretched out, that I couldn't pull it off. He stood up, and tore them off while trying to remove them.

I proceeded to blow him at the dinner table, contemplating his intent to mount me the next day. It made the blow job more sexy. I worked on his big, heavy balls more than I normally would, enjoying their super masculine flavor and smell.

By the time I worked my way up to his big cock, he was so horny he quickly exploded with tremendous force. As I cleaned up his potent wad with my mouth and tongue, and I looked up at him and said, "I'll do my best to please you tomorrow, but see, your so big and thick."

"I know you will, baby doll, but don't worry, I'll make it happen," was his confident reply.

We went to bed after watching a movie on the couch. We were naked and cuddling, lovingly, in front of the fireplace. I was lightly kissing his face and muscles. He always loved it when I showed such loving passion towards him.

It was difficult to focus on the movie while lying on his super muscular body, and seeing his enormous cock flopped to the side. It was still dripping from my blowjob, and his big heavy balls were hanging way down, as their density and weight stretched out his massive sack.

His natural man scent was so sexy because it had been building up for several days. I was wondering if he was going to shower as we retired to the bedroom. He went into the bathroom, and turned on the hot water in the shower. Then, something made me go to him....

Just as he was about to step into the shower, I hugged him from behind, and he asked, "What's wrong doll?"

As I continued to hug him with my head on his big broad muscular back, I said, "Please don't shower tonight Andrew, you're so manly like this, and I want you real manly tomorrow when you fuck me."

Andrew didn't say a word, and reaching over, he turned off the water. Then, he turned around and flexed for me, and I smelled him up again. He got rock hard, pushed me down on my knees, and rubbed his big cock and ball scent all over my face. I eagerly sucked him off again. He was becoming literally insatiable, and so was I.

The next morning when we woke up, his stud body made me so horny that I immediately started worshiping his muscles, and then his cock. After a while, he stood up, and went over to the heavy bag. Excitement coursed through my body, in anticipation of the manly show.

Andrew had a massive hard on, and it stayed rock hard as he worked over the bag. His enormous cock and balls really flopped around, as he relentlessly unloaded blow after blow on the heavy bag. He got so sweaty and pumped up, enticing my lustful interest.

Andrew was building a narrative: He was going to dominate me sexually after the gym, but for now, he would remind me of his physical and ultra-manly dominance on the heavy bag.

One of the muscleman magazines was on the nightstand, and I opened it to the page that had a photo of an Asian muscleman that I really liked. I wanted to show him the photo, but waited until he slowed down to catch his breath. Whenever he did that, he rested himself, leaning on the big bag, and holding it. Amazingly, his enormous cock remained rock hard. Showing off his brutal power was obviously turning him on, and me too. Finally, he began to rest.

At that point, I carefully approached him, and showed him the photo of the Asian muscleman, saying, "This guy is built like crazy, and I like his sexy muscle body."

I realized that, I too, was hard when I showed him the photo, and he glanced down to see I was. I stood there staring at Andrew's super muscular and smelly physique, and his rock hard cock, and said, "Now, show me how you would work him over, baby."

That began the most vicious pounding of the heavy bag I'd witnessed. He was tearing it up, literally. The leather started to separate in several spots and big indentations were forming on it. I'd look at the photo, then look up at him busting up the heavy bag, and I made sure he saw me doing that. We were both getting harder, totally in sync with our fantasies about him brutalizing another muscleman. Finally, I asked him to stop, showed him my little smooth body, and begged him to come into bed with me, which he did.

I caressed and worshiped him lovingly to calm the beast. I positioned myself on his side, and scooted down towards his big cock. I was so horny that I started rubbing my own cock as I sucked and licked on his. It only takes my thumb and index finger to jack my little cock off. I couldn't help but contrast that to his cock, which requires my two full hands, and tremendous long stroking pumping effort, to jack him off.

Andrew was over-the-top masculine smelling and tasting, and would be even more so after his workout, when he got home. I knew he would take me after his workout, when he's the most manly. The thought of how strong he would smell after his workout, and how powerful he smelled now, triggered overwhelming excitement, and made me cum hard.

Before I came, I rolled over on my back, so he could watch me jack off using little, but fast pumping, of my thumb and index finger. Tiny, delicate spurts and droplets of clear wad got on my hand and fingers. He reached down, took my arm, and moved my dripping hand to my mouth. I immediately started lapping up my clear gel, which he loved watching me do.

Andrew started moaning and kept saying, "you're so hot" over and over again. I kept licking it up, and smacking my lips as I did so. I left some of my semen around my mouth and cheeks for him to see as I went back to work on his massive, throbbing cock.

He started unloading thirty seconds later. What a mess! Big ropes of pure white and super creamy, thick semen, gushed out everywhere after filling up, and overflowing my mouth. His enormous cock was like a powerful sperm cannon. It was a wonderful, filling, and sexy breakfast.

Andrew pounded done a protein smoothie and went to the bathroom to get ready for the gym. His cell phone rang, so I answered it. It was the black workout partner, and he told me he was calling because Andrew was late. I said, "Oh, I'm sorry, it was all my fault."

He said, "That's what I figured. Sounds like Andrew is a lucky man. He talks about you all the time."

"Wow, it appears like you two talk about a lot of things," was my inquisitive response.

He explained, "Well, when you work out with someone every day, for four or five hours, you get to know them."

"I can see that. So, are you really as big and strong as Andrew?" I bluntly inquired.

"Wow," he said, "Andrew must be telling you a lot about me too." He quickly added, "Yeah, we have about the same muscle mass, I'm just as big and strong."

Then I replied, "It's true, Andrew has in fact told me about you. I like looking at super muscular men... Maybe some day we will meet. Let me get Andrew for you now."

After my reply, I realized I was pretty bold about liking big musclemen. I figured he knew that anyway. Otherwise, why would I be with Andrew? I also realized telling him was somewhat sexually stimulating.

"I really hope to meet you soon, thanks for getting Andrew," he replied.

Andrew came out of the bathroom and I passed the phone over to him. After talking for a few minutes, he hung up and left for the gym. Andrew seemed more focused, and I knew his thoughts were on fucking me when he returned. As we kissed before he left, I told him I couldn't wait for him to get back, and said, "I want you to open me up a lot more than last time."

He left, and I immediately questioned if I should have said that. I got nervous again, because I knew how much I struggled the last time. Anxiety started to take hold of me once again.

I planned out my day, and decided to workout in order to help alleviate my tension, then shower and shave to be super smooth and clean for him.

Working out with his weights helped calm me down, and it made me horny, as usual. I tried to hit the heavy bag, but it hurt my hands. The smell of leather was now mixed with the scent of his stud body, and I hugged the bag, thinking about what he did to it earlier.

I was nude and noticed how sticky I was from all that cum he gave me earlier. I could smell his cum and his manly body on me. As I sweated, it became more pronounced. I liked smelling like him.

As I worked out, my mind changed from being anxious to being titillated at the thought of him mounting me again. I wanted to take more massive cock this time. I wondered what it would be like to have him unload all that sperm inside me. I fantasized about being bred by such a big, super stud.

I got all ready, and waited for him. After a few minutes, I heard the door open and my excitement was barely containable. He removed his clothing to reveal a fully pumped up ultra-muscular body, like I've never seen before. He was still a little sweaty, and his veins popped out all over his dense, giant muscles. I knew he would be super smelly, and couldn't wait to take it all in. I patiently waited for him to come to me. I was so clean and smooth for him, and I stood in the window's sunlight, so he could get a good look at my firm, shapely little body.

I could tell he liked what he saw, and as he approached I was engulfed by the most powerful manly scent yet. It made me moan as he got closer. When we finally embraced, I lost control and whimpered in his arms, rubbing my face on his muscles, and taking in the heavy-duty man musk. I felt so feminine and delicate. It was so erotic, and I whispered in his ear, "You're such a super stud, and I want you to open me up like only you can, and breed me as much as you want."

Andrew started flexing his giant biceps and I immediately worshiped them. I couldn't get enough. They were incredibly big, and rock hard. Veins were everywhere. A couple of times I tried to go to my knees, but he said he had another idea.

I could tell he was getting in that super dominate state, and he walked me to the kitchen, and sat me down in the chair, and said, "I'm gonna soften you up before I make love to you." I knew what that meant: He was going to work me over with his big, heavy cock, again.

He bound my hands behind me, and to the chair, like before. He held my head in place, and let me smell his cock and balls. The man scent was stronger than ever, and made me super horny.

Andrew stood in front of me, waiting for my tacit approval. I looked up and meekly said, "You are such a manly stud, now show me."

He started slow like he did previously, but I assumed he would create more force this time, and I admit that I got turned on at the idea. His heavy cock started to bounce off my head from the impact. My head rotated from side to side. He had to prop up my head so it wouldn't fall forward, and he could continue to hit his target. Andrew was in his most dominate mind set now, but he continued for just a few more blows, then stopped, and said, "That's enough baby. I don't want to hurt you. I want to love you."

He was holding my head up with both hands, and he bent over and kissed me tenderly. Still holding my head steady, he carefully stuffed his cock head into my mouth. I assumed Andrew would feed me, but he pulled his cock head out of my mouth, and tenderly caressed my face, then tenderly kissed my forehead, cheeks, and lips.

The submissiveness I experienced from being bound, and worked over by his big cock, was immense. I didn't fully understand why I loved it, but I did. I loved even more that he stopped himself from doing any damage. It was hard for him to stop because it turned him on so profoundly, but he did anyway, because he truly cared for me.

Andrew untied me, and carried me to his bedroom, just like the last time. We both liked this show of strength and tenderness, combined. After rocking me in his strong arms to complete serenity, he carefully placed me on the bed exactly the way he wanted me, consistent with his intent to take me from behind again. He knew he would have the most leverage and force that way. Andrew proceeded to entice and stimulate me by letting me suck, lick, and smell his massive cock and balls. After I lost myself in his manliness, I was begging him to eat out my ass.

He settled in behind me, and used his strong hand to stretch open my ass cheeks, and work my hole with his lips and tongue. After five minutes of that ecstasy, I was begging him to mount me. Andrew was so into my ass that he couldn't stop. I also think that he wanted my ass as relaxed as possible before he started trying to penetrate it.

Andrew started that low, deep moaning, and I knew he was ready to initiate the mounting process in the hopes of finally breeding me. I was more than ready, and as he positioned himself for the most leverage, I arched my back as much as possible.