Never Enough Weight, Part 1

Marshall was waiting for the 7:00pm aerobics class to start. He didn’t really enjoy sweating profusely in a room full of strangers, but the classes helped to keep him in perfect shape for his…well, let’s call it a job. 30-year old Marshall worked as a gigolo, and he counted among his clients some of the wealthiest men in the city. He would spend a few hours, or sometimes the whole night, pleasuring these men and then walk away with a healthy transfer of cash to his Venmo account.

Luckily, Marshall was blessed with assets that made him one of the most sought after “dates” in the area. He was good-looking for starters, with a full head of dark brown hair, bright green eyes, full lips, and perfect teeth. He also was 6’1” tall and possessed a well-sculpted 180-pound physique – he may not have the biggest muscles in the gym, but what he did have were very aesthetically pleasing. Marshall worked hard to keep his body flexible and could use his bendiness to get into all different kinds of positions to please his gentlemen friends, and to top it all off, he had been gifted with a 8” cock that never seemed to get tired. He could climax and be ready to go again just a few minutes later.

The instructor jumped up on the platform and the music for the class started, so Marshall sucked in a big breath and got ready for another intense workout.

An hour later, even though he was exhausted from the aerobics, Marshall moved to the treadmill and began a 30-minute jog. He increased the incline and the speed after a few minutes to really push himself and make sure he burned off any calories he had eaten that day. The men he spent time with were paying for the total fantasy package, and that definitely included shredded abs.

When the treadmill timer finally registered 30:00 at close to 8:30pm, Marshall had enough for the day and headed for the locker room to shower and change. He figured he would have just enough time to get dressed, get home, and be ready for the limo that would be picking him up at 9:00pm. Since the gym seemed to be deserted, he took off his shirt before he reached the changing room…but then began to feel a bit dizzy. Marshall tried to steady himself by leaning against the gym wall, but things began to spin…

The next thing he knew, Marshall was sitting one on the benches in the free weight area and a very muscular man was standing next to him. The man was a little shorter than Marshall and had blond hair, blue eyes, and thick muscled frame. He was wearing a pair of black athletic shorts and a blue t-shirt that said "Never Enough Weight" across his tight mid-section, and just above the words was a drawing of a barbell and some dumbbells across his chest. The weights on the barbell were positioned right on the man's super huge pecs, causing them to stretch out and look much bigger than the rest of the drawings.

"Are you OK now, um...?" the man asked.

"It’s Marshall, and yes, I'm feeling a little better. What happened?"

"I think you fainted, so I carried you over here."

"You carried me? All by yourself? You must be really strong, um..."

“It's Jack. And, Marshall, you can't weigh more than 200 pounds, and I can easily bench press 400."

Marshall brazenly reached over and touched Jack’s biceps. "My goodness, you do have pretty big arms."

"Biggest in the whole gym," Jack replied, flexing them as Marshall gave them a squeeze. "They get up to 23 inches when pumped."

"Wow, that does sound big,” responded Marshall. He wanted to continue flirting, but then saw the time of Jack’s wristwatch said 8:40pm. “Look, thank you again, Jack, but I gotta run. I have a…thing…I need to be ready for at 9. Hope I see you again soon.”

Jack smiled, winked, and put his big hand on Marshall’s back. “Count on it, Marshall.”

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Two days later, Jack was about to leave the gym after his workout when he spotted Marshall getting ready for another aerobics session. Jack walked over to the glass wall dividing the free weight room from the aerobics studio and began posing, and thanks to the pump he had from lifting so hard, he could really put on a show. First he placed his hands on his hips to flare out his lats, then he bounced his pecs, and finally he stretched and flexed his amazing biceps.

Marshall definitely noticed, and the display was too much for him to resist. After all the “dates” he had with older guys who didn’t take care of their bodies, he was aching for some fun with someone closer to his own age. He quickly decided to ditch the class and spend some time with his new acquaintance

"So glad you are here," Marshall said as he strode up to where Jack was standing. “I was hoping we could finish where we left off.”

“Definitely,” said Jack. "I was just headed home to make myself a protein shake. Care to join me?”

Marshall agreed quickly, and the two drove to Jack’s apartment in the bodybuilder's truck. Marshall didn't speak much during the ride, but kept his left hand planted firmly on Jack's thick right thigh, rubbing it vigorously and massaging his quad muscles.

When they arrived, Jack led Marshall into the kitchen. He pulled a big metal container from a nearby cabinet, poured some powder from the tin into a jug, and mixed the contents vigorously with some refrigerated water. Jack then brought the jug to his lips and began to chug the shake.

Marshall stared at Jack's big flexed arm as he drank. "So what's in that shake, muscleman? By the looks of your biceps, it must work pretty well," he said.

"Damn straight, Marshall. This stuff works wonders – makes my body big and hard. When I started taking it, my arms grew, my legs grew, but more than anything, it really improved my chest."

Marshall inched closer and began to rub Jack's sizable pecs. "Your chest was tiny before?"

Jack smiled. "Not tiny, but it was my weakest feature. This powder really helped to add some size, shape, and strength to it. And now look – no weakness at all. Just big and hard like the rest of me."

"Mmmm hmmm."

The bodybuilder leaned in and kissed Marshall. "Why don't we continue this conversation in the bedroom? It’s just down the hall. I'll clean up my mess and meet you there."

Marshall nodded and hurried to the bedroom. Jack finished his shake, washed out his jug, and then cleaned the counter. Ten seconds later he entered the bedroom to see Marshall reclining on the bed, fully nude, and stroking his cock.

Jack took off his shirt and shorts and tossed them on the floor, and Marshall gasped at the site of the powerful bull in front of him.

“Always nice to get that reaction,” said Jack as he also removed his jockstrap. “I worked hard for these muscles…blasting them bigger in the gym day after day for years, so it’s nice to have them appreciated.”

“Not just the muscles are impressive, Jack,” replied Marshall as his eyes widened. “That cock is a MONSTER! Your balls, too – I don’t think I’ve ever seen some that big before!”

Jack reached down and fondled his thick 11-inch pole, which was already growing hard. He then walked over to Marshall, leaned down, and gave him a forceful kiss. “And this monster wants your tight ass.”

The men immediately began exploring each other’s bodies, with Marshall rubbing his hands all over Jack’s swollen muscles and Jack caressing Marshall’s finely toned physique. A few minutes later after grabbing some lube from the nightstand, Jack flipped Marshall onto his stomach, crawled on top of him, and began slipping his massive member into the crack of Marshall’s ass.

"Oooh, oooooooh," moaned Marshall as he was penetrated by a beer-can thick cock that was way, way more powerful than what he was used to. “It’s so big and hard, Jack! Give me all of that super cock!”

"Damn right,” said Jack as he proceeded to pump his engorged dick into Marshall’s firm ass. He started sweating and could feel his balls churning. "Fuckin' big and fuckin' hard, just like the rest of me. Fuckin’ made of steel. Fuckin’ like what a real man should be like!"

Marshall moaned again, and then begin to howl as inch after inch of Jack’s tool penetrated him. His own cock was also rock hard and leaking pre-cum all over Jack’s sheets.

Jack pushed harder, stretching Marshall’s ass cheeks father and father apart. “You may be used to dealing with runts, but today you are getting the pick of the litter.”

“God...you…are...just…enormous!” said Marshall as erotic pleasure surged though his body. He was so used to being the aggressor and the initiator that he had forgotten the ecstasy when the roles were reversed. 

"And getting bigger every day," said Jack. "I'm never going to stop growing!"

Marshall was now gasping for air. “I’m fucking on fire!”

“Do you really want it, Marshall? Do you want this load?”

“Yes, yes, yes! Please, give it to me, Jack!”

Jack continued to fuck the shit out of Marshall, thrusting in and out and in and out, until his cock finally exploded like a fire hose. Wave after wave of jizz spurted deep into his lover and continued for almost a full minute. When finally done, his massive and very sweaty body collapsed onto Marshall, who inhaled the musky aroma with a big smile on his face.

Both men were sleep minutes later.

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Marshall awoke the next morning and realized the bed was empty. He got redressed and stumbled down the hall toward the kitchen. Jack was there – he had apparently already showed and shaved – and was wearing a tank top and shorts that hugged his muscles. He was starting to make breakfast when he saw Marshall and said, “Hey, stud. You hungry?”

Jack, who normally only had a protein bad in the morning, really was actually quite famished. “Yeah,” he said. “I’m starving.”