“Nice to meet you,” he said. “I’m happy you got here all right. I’m Henry.”
“Nice to meet you Henry, I’m Dean.” He was still holding my hand in his palm, not letting go, letting me feel his warm and tight grip.
Henry led me through the busy station, breaking through the crowd slowly, but steadily. His big body was not bothered by the mass of the people, he was easily stepping forward without having to go around anybody. As I was walking behind him, I noticed that the back part of his baggy pants was really big. The fabric was not tight, but it had a lot to hide. His buttcheeks were moving up and down at every step, one at a time. I had to think about Mowgli of The Jungle Book, who was riding on the back of Balu the Bear, bouncing at every step of his. I was sure that a person could easily travel on Henry’s outwards bulging butt, but I didn’t dare to ask it… yet.
We got out and got in his car. He was driving a big SUV, although it seemed that he had to squeeze himself even in this model. I had the feeling of being very little in Henrys regular environment. Maybe this was how short people felt around me?
On the way we introduced ourselves a little. Henry was a professor and researcher at the local university on the faculty of Biology. He’d bought a house recently, because he felt too crammed in any city apartment.
“These new buildings are just not designed for people my size,” he said. “If we had a nice downtown from the turn of the century like they have in most big European cities, we would have these bourgeois apartments with a ceiling height over 3 meters. I would fit in there, but not in these cells that they call rooms. So I decided to build a house for my own… needs.”
“Wait, you built a house yourself?”
“Well, I had a few experts around me who told me where to put what, but I did most of the hard work.”
“Wow, that must have taken years to finish! You sure are dedicated.”
He just shrugged his big, round shoulders. “It would have been done in half a year, if I could’ve found those experts more easily… it’s difficult to find reliable architects around here…”
And he gave me a lecture about how people are unreliable in this field. I couldn’t really focus on what he was saying, as I was imagining this giant lifting up one concrete block after another, not tiring out during the process. I know it was impossible, but it still sprung my penis into a considerable bulge. I quickly grabbed my pants and set my junk back into a less noticeable position. He caught a glimpse of that and just smirked and I saw a big twitch under his shirt. Did he just flex his chest? Or did it happen from shifting gears? The air in the car slowly filled up with a mix of a nice cologne and some manly musk. It was a hot summer day and his shirt started to get deep traces of sweat.
“Sorry, the car’s AC is broken,” said Henry as he licked his gleaming lips. His sweat was trickling down his freshly shaved, XXXL-sized neck. He pulled down the window. “But we are gonna be there in 10 minutes.” After that he put his big hand with a smooth casualness on my leg and squeezed my thigh. I was so mesmerized from this giant man that I got a boner in a few seconds. All I wanted to do is to discover all the meaty secrets his clothes were hiding. This man was powerful and gentle at the same time, which sent me butterflies in my stomach.
We pulled over at the driveway of a house that I thought was a three-story building. Looking at it further I realized that it has just two stories, but with a ceiling height big enough to fit two old wooden wardrobes on top of each other. It certainly was a house for someone who wanted to brag about his money or just really liked having a lot of space between his head and the ceiling. As Henry got out of the car, I understood how this man had to bend his back in every ordinary building and that he wanted to be able to stretch out his full mass in his own home. We made our way into the hallway and from there to the living room. Suddenly I felt like a little kid again. Everything, even the furniture was in proportion with the size of the house. On the couch I could’ve laid down and spread out my limbs in all directions without reaching any end of it. I was not used to having so much space in a private house, but I certainly liked the feeling.
“Look, I’ve just been to the gym. Let me take a quick shower. Make yourself comfortable on the couch. Turn on the TV if you want.”
I nodded and set my backpack aside and hopped on the couch. The trip was a long one and it felt good to lay down a little and stretch out. As I was looking at the ceiling, the picture he sent me popped into my mind where he was photographed from below and looked like his head was close to the ceiling. It must have been an optical illusion, right? If a man my height would stand on my shoulders, it would still not be enough to touch it. I grabbed my phone and looked at the picture again. Yep, this is the room… But it indeed looks as if he would be close to bumping his head into the ceiling. Strange…
About fifteen minutes later he came back from the bathroom. He’d switched his clothes to some cargo shorts and a regular t-shirt, which allowed me to finally examine his physique. I certainly liked what I saw. His buff body was definitely packed with more muscle than fat. His shoulders were incredibly wide. His chest was bulging forward, ending in two downwards pointing nipples that almost pierced through the fabric of his t-shirt. His arms were naturally bending away from his torso because of the meaty muscles packed on them. The relaxed fit of his t-shirt still held the true definition of his arms hidden, but judging from his massive shoulders I was sure he had muscles on them. The belly was still visible, which gave his body a kind of strongman touch with a powerful core. His hips were very wide, revealing a bulging, meat-packed butt that was formed out of two huge muscle globes. I caught myself staring intensely at his body, almost dropping my jaw. He just laughed it off and hopped next to me on the couch. “So you still like, what you see? I’m glad.”
“Are you kidding me?” I replied, watching his gargantuan, hairless thighs spread out as he sat. “You look absolutely buff! But why do you hide it with such big clothes?”
“Well,” he slapped on his tight legs, “I can’t really go like this to the university. It would draw too much attention.” He smiled, as he twitched his big pecs, this time definitely on purpose. I just couldn’t stop staring. I could have done anything, just to slap one on those gorgeous pecs of his.
Luckily he didn’t let me wait too long before he grabbed my head from the back and pulled in for a sloppy kiss. He immediately made his way with his surprisingly broad tongue into my mouth, filling it almost completely. His tongue was so big, I thought I would suffocate, but I slowly regained my stand as I started licking it around with my own. He bit my lips a little, his short blonde beard tickling my nose. He had absolute control. From the moment of his first touch I had to give myself completely in to his radiating power which tolerated no resistance. My hand wandered on his leg that was tighter than iron to the touch. As my hand slid across it, the skin above the hard muscles just seemed to have no end in any direction. He pulled me over on himself, so that i kneeled over his thighs. Actually I was kneeling on his thighs, as they were too wide in both direction for my hips to stretch over them. The fabric of his shorts was filled to the limit, as it would take a single flex of his leg muscles to tear it apart. From this position I had the chance to put my hands on his bulging chest before leaning in for another kiss. They gave in to the pressure and I could massage the two bowling balls of meat as I let him penetrate my mouth again. Suddenly something other than his arms lifted me slightly off of my place. His bulge was getting bigger and as he pumped some extra blood in it, he easily lifted me off a few centimeters.
The next thing I know is that he pulled off his own t-shirt and threw it away. I did the same. Finally the sight of his upper body got free and I had the chance to examine the consistency of his meat. The most interesting part for me was his stomach. It was definitely round, not flat, but one could still make out the silhouette of the abdominals. To the touch it felt just as tight as the legs. His skin started to glisten overall again. I started to rub his belly, searching for a week, softer spot, but it seemed that it was just as packed with pure muscle as anything else on his body. I started to realize that Henry has maybe absolutely no fat and all the roundness comes from the muscles that just need space to take for themselves…
“Punch it!” Henry told me with a challenging tone in his voice.
“Are you sure?” I didn’t want to hurt him or anything.
“Yes, just do it!”
I gave his abs a light push. It felt as if I would punch an unbreakable wall. “Stronger!” he commanded, filling up with lust. I punched again and again, building up my strength, but his stomach did not even bulge a little bit. My strikes got stronger and stronger every time, always getting more momentum, but it felt as if a child would try to punch a hole in a sandbag. Henry got fired up: “Yes! YES!!!!” He grinned and seemingly enjoyed the demonstration of his thickness. After a minute his whole body was drenched in glistening sweat. Even with my strongest punch I couldn’t make any visible impact on his rock hard stomach. After my last try I stopped and panted from exhaustion. He laughed loud in my face and pulled my head right into his soaked wet cleavage. He clearly won, not that I had a chance to begin with. I could feel that this man’s strength is on another level. I was lost in an endless bathe of muscle, sweat and skin. He was still laughing with triumph and did not let me go off his chest. The sweat started to fill up in his cleavage, which I began to drink, as a kind of consolation prize he gave me. His salty body fluid endlessly filled my whole mouth and I had the feeling of never being thirsty again. After a minute, as I wasn’t able to drink anymore, I rose back up from his chest, mesmerized from the experience of his show-off.
“Wow,” I panted, “that was… amazing…” The words just blurted out of me, I couldn’t think clear. The big man was also short of breath, but he was seemingly enjoying his superiority.
Henry was also breathing heavily, with every breath raising his huge, rock-hard belly higher.
“Just give me a minute. It’s getting really hot in here.” He was right. The room temperature and humidity rose in the room. He was dripping sweat everywhere. “When I get hot, the whole house gets heated up. If you keep me arousing like this, I will make the whole house a steamroom!” He laughed and grabbed me below my armpits and took me on his stomach, as if I wouldn’t weigh more than a pillow. I almost slipped down on his extending, sweaty skin. He took a really big breath, raising me together with his huge abs about 20 centimeters in the air, then he exhaled, creating a smaller air turbulence in the room. The hot air got blown on the plants near the window, moving their leaves as in a strong summer wind.
While he was getting himself together, I took the chance to massage his round, slippery pecs. They didn’t fit under my hands. On the bottom where his breasts contacted his belly, I could slip my fingers under his chest. My palm slipped in deep till the end of my fingers. It was surprisingly warm. I rose with my hands his breasts, releasing a flow of sweat trapped under his muscle pecs. As I lifted the meat, hot air escaped with a certain rough, manly smell. He watched me caressing his chest, licking lustily his salty lips. Then he grabbed my head and pulled me in for our second kiss. It was even more demanding than the first one: he basically penetrated my mouth with his wide tongue. The fluids of his sweat from his lips and of his saliva mixed together in an irresistible puddle of life in our mouths. We spent the next few minutes knotted together, exploring each other’s body while not even coming up for some air from our kiss. We didn’t need it. All we needed was smelling, tasting, touching the other.
“You are one reeeeeallly fine lad,” Henry said with a smile on his face, after a length time that felt like a perfect eternity.