It was a typical August Friday in Houston, sunny and humid. Very humid. Stupifyingly humid. Turkish prison humid. Temperature around 97° and the humidity was hovering in the mid-nineties as well. Did I mention that it was humid?

Brian Young had been employed in the mail room of his uncle’s law firm since he had graduated from high school in late May. It being a Friday and it being summer, the office gang were gone by one o’clock. The only people in the sprawling one story building would be any attorney or associate who was scheduled to be in court that afternoon, but since so many law firms let their staff leave early on Friday afternoon, there were very few court cases heard on Friday afternoons. Judges wanted to get home too!  

So there was nobody in the office at all this afternoon. Except Brian, that is. And why was Brian stuck at work when all others had flown away? Because his uncle, his fucking uncle fercrissakes, told him that he had to stay until the UPS driver picked up the thirty file boxes that had to be sent to Washington for an upcoming federal court case. So he stayed. He actually smiled at his uncle and he stayed. He would stay until the UPS driver, Bernie, ugly Bernie, fucking ugly Bernie, came to pick up the boxes.  

Brian hated Bernie because Bernie treated him like shit. Bernie had been the UPS driver on that route for 14  years and thought that he was a god.  

“Help me load the truck kid,” he would say.  

Brian would mutter but would help, because he needed the job and the cash for his first year at college. Even with Title Nine, gymnasts didn’t all get full-ride scholarships, unless they were at the top of the elite system and while Brian was good, even great in his high school, he would be sixth or seventh on the University of Texas team. And that was the freshman team at that, so the scholarship only covered part of his tuition and expenses, hence…he needed the money and the job.  

Brian glanced at himself in the mirror…not bad for 18. He was 5’6” which was just about right for a gymnast. He weighed a solid 160 pounds, had bright blue eyes and dirty blond hair which gave him an impish look, until people saw his build. Thick shoulders and traps from hundreds of hours on the horizontal bar and parallel bars. Flaring lats and solid 16” biceps from the rings. An impossibly narrow waist and strong, defined, if not huge quads topped bulging calves and small feet.  

Brian was cleaning up the mail room to keep himself busy. He’d already checked all the printers and copiers in the office and filled them all up with paper. He’d already Windexed the glass plates of the copiers and scanners. He’d already dumped the old coffee grounds in the garbage from the eight coffeemakers in the office. He’d even filled up all the memo pad holders on everybody’s desk.  

He looked at the clock…3:10 p.m. Time was dragging for Brian and he was slowly going stir crazy! Where the fuck was Bernie? Brian was actually looking forward to Bernie’s arrival, because as soon as those damned boxes were loaded, Brian would hop in his Camaro convertible and be gone. Brian mentally went over in his head if there was anything, anything that he could do to keep himself busy until fucking Bernie showed up.  

Just then the front door opened and in walked that familiar brown uniform, only this time it wasn’t fucking Bernie who was inside it. This time that oh-so-familiar brown uniform was filled almost to bursting with what Brian could describe as many things: a hunk, a stud, a hottie, a wet dream, or any combination of the above.  

The hunk-stud-hottie-wet-dream was at least 6’3” tall and must have weighed 235 pounds and every gram of it was muscle. His red hair and very pale brown eyes were framed by a dazzling smile and tiny ears. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, showing not only a light dusting of chest hair and tons of freckles but also a huge pair of pecs. Actually these pecs were so big and perfect that there were probably four pecs there, all packed into two! The short sleeves of his uniform were rolled up and showed his bulging biceps and massive vascular forearms.  

As Brian glanced down a bit, he took in the very tight-fitting shorts, again rolled up higher than normal exposing striated and meaty quads and wide calves. He also glanced at the hunk-stud-hottie-wet-dream’s crotch and it seemed full-to-bursting with flesh…cock and balls Brian assumed.  

“Sorry I’m late sir,” said the hunk-stud-hottie-wet-dream smiling, “The traffic was insane and my truck is almost totally full. I hope you don’t have much for me to pick up.”  

“Uh…uh…uh…actually I have uh…uh…uh…thirty file boxes today,” stammered Brian, totally in awe of the hunk-stud-hottie-wet-dream striding towards him.  

“Shit,” said the hunk-stud-hottie-wet-dream. “I don’t think that I can fit all of them in the truck. Oh, sorry for swearing, sir.”  

“No problem,” said Brian. “By the way, I’m Brian. Where’s Bernie?”  

“Justin,” said the hunk-stud-hottie-wet-dream. “Bernie was fired yesterday, Brian. Seems he was stealing from some of the customers. They found his garage filled with stuff. So I am your new regular driver.”  

Hundreds of fantasies flashed through Brian’s brain in the next few seconds which blanked his face.  

“Are you allright, Brian?” asked Justin. “Did you and Bernie have a good relationship? If you did, I can assure you that I will do my best to serve you better than he did. Remember our motto, what can Brown do for you now.”  

“I hated Bernie,” said Brian. “He was an asshole and he treated me like shit.”  

“Well, I would never treat someone as good looking as you like shit.” said Justin.  

Brian smiled. “You really think that I’m good looking?”  

“Who wouldn’t?” smiled Justin. “I mean you are attractive, well-spoken and it looks like you have a pretty decent body.”  

“Not like yours,” said Brian. “You are a hunk. I mean a stud. Er, I mean a hottie. Oh shit.”  

Justin laughed. “Thanks Brian, but you forgot ‘wet dream’. I appreciate the compliments. I like it when people notice my body because it’s taken a lot of hard work.”  

“Why did you say ‘wet dream’,” asked Brian.  

“I didn’t. You did. I heard you say, ‘My God what a hunk-stud-hottie-wet-dream’ when I walked in,” said Justin.  

“Did I say that out loud?” asked Brian, turning beet red.  

“Yuppers,” said Justin, as he placed his hand on Brian’s shoulder. “I heard it and I liked it, and I like you.” Justin allowed his hand to rest on Brian’s delt for a couple seconds then slowly moved down to his left bicep, which Brian instinctively flexed.  

“Nice,” said Justin as he squeezed Brian’s bulging bicep.  

“Can I see yours?” asked Brian.  

Justin pulled up his right sleeve even further and flexed his massive arm. Over nineteen inches of hard, vascular defined bicep bulged into view. Brian reached forward and squeezed the baseball peak. It was as hard as a baseball too, only it wasn’t white with red stitching, it was freckled white with slightly blueish veins snaking all over it.  

“Fuck,” said Brian. “I would love to see the rest of you.”  

“I’d love to show you the rest of me and I’d like reciprocal rights to see all of you too, but we gotta find a way to get these boxes outta here now.” said Justin.  

“How many can you get in your truck?” asked Brian.  

“Maybe twenty tops,” said Justin. “And that’s with the front filled up as well.”  

“Justin,” said Brian, “I can probably fit the other ten in my car and I’ll follow you to your depot.”  

“You know, babe,” said Justin grinning, “That might just work. Then if you can stick around for maybe half an hour while I finish my paperwork, you can come to my place and we can explore each other. What d’ya think?”  

Brian moved his hand down to Justin’s ample basket and gently ran his finger along what he hoped was Justin’s cock. In a few seconds it began to lengthen and snake it’s way along Justin’s inseam until it was poking out the bottom of his shorts.  

“Holy shit, Justin,” exclaimed Brian. “How big IS that thing?”  

“Nine-and-three-quarters inches and almost six-and-a-half around. I’ve never been able to claim it’s a perfect ten, but maybe with you…” said Justin, stuffing his sausage back in his shorts.  

“Fuck that’s huge!” said Brian.  

“It’s all yours, but later!” said Justin, backing away from Brian.  

Justin squatted down and picked up three of the file boxes…which each weighed more than sixty pounds…as if they were empty and proceeded to walk to the front door and then out to his truck. Brian tried to pick up three himself and managed it, but ‘shit, these are heavy’, he thought. As he passed Justin coming back in he tried not to show how heavy the boxes were, but his forearms betrayed him a bit. They were bulging and striated beyond anything he’d ever experienced.  

Justin smiled to himself and thought, ‘this is going to be one hot night.’ They had the truck filled in a few more trips…twenty-one boxes. The rest went into Brian’s back seat and front seat, as the Camaro’s small trunk was full of junk. As Justin was scanning the remaining boxes, Brian was flipping off all the lights, arming the security system and locking the front door.  

Brian followed Justin’s truck out of the parking lot and on towards the George Bush Intercontinental Airport and since they were in Humble, the drive was quick, which is the reason Justin had been so late…it was going to be his last pickup before going to the depot at the airport.  

At the security gate, Justin had to do a bit of explaining, but the guard waved Brian’s Camaro through when he saw all the boxes piled in the front and back seats. Justin’s supervisor came out and greeted Brian and said, “I can’t tell you how much this has helped us. We would have had to empty Justin’s truck and then send him back to your office and that would have been very time-consuming for all of us, so thanks very much and I will see to it that your account gets credited with a refund for the boxes which you brought along personally.”  

Justin smiled and shook the supervisor’s hand and watched as he disappeared back into the warehouse. Brian walked to his car and in no time Justin came out and said, “My truck is parked in the employee’s lot on the other side of the buiding. I live in Galena Park on Clinton near Holland. Do you know the area?”  

“Sure,” said Brian as Justin gave him a piece of paper with the address. “I’m driving a red Ford F-150 Flareside so wait here and follow me.”  

A couple minutes later, Justin’s pick-up appeared around the corner of the building and stopped beside Brian’s Camaro. Justin put down the passenger window and yelled, “Let’s go stud. I can’t wait to get my hands all over you.”  

“Me too,” shouted Justin and they both tore out of the parking lot.  

Twenty-eight minutes later, they pulled into Justin’s driveway and both got out of their respective vehicles and almost ran to the front door. Justin fumbled with his house key a bit, but was able to open the door with Brian’s hands all over his arms, squeezing and massaging. Did you ever try to put a key in a lock while another guy is squeezing and massaging your arms? It isn’t easy!  

They opened the door, got inside and closed it and while Justin punched in his security code, Brian was standing behind him, his hands wrapped around Justin’s chest squeezing his massive pecs and tweaking his huge nipples. When Justin had finished entering the code and he heard the reassuring three electronic beeps, he quickly pivoted, placed his hands under Brian’s armpits, lifted him effortlessly off the ground so that they were both at equal height and kissed him.  

The kiss lasted more than a minute, during which time Justin walked down the hall and turned right into his large bedroom and kicked off his boots. All the time keeping Brian suspended about nine or ten inches off the floor, their tongues duelling, Justin’s gigantic biceps bulging with Brian’s weight.  

Justin gently let Brian down so that he was again standing on the floor and the two of them quickly shed shirts, pants/shorts and socks, which took maybe ten seconds. Brian now could see the red giant in all his glory. Towering over him, his massive pecs and huge nipples hard as granite, his abs fully defined, tapering to a muscular waist. Brian could also see Justin’s huge quads, freckled and almost hairless. In between those quads hung the biggest and thickest cock that Brian had ever seen. And that was saying something because Brian had come out when he was boy and had many guys over the past three years.  

It hung there inflating itself as if by remote control, topped by carrot red pubic hair. Since Justin’s nipples were about mouth-high for Brian he started on them, alternating licking, sucking and gentle nibbling until they were as hard as the surrounding pecs. Brian then trailed his tongue down the middle of Justin’s abs, pausing briefly to trace the outline of each of his eight defined ab muscles.  

When Brian finally reached Justin’s cock, it was approaching full-hard and was already beginning to stand straight out, a drop of precum appeared from the piss slit and Brian eagerly licked it off. Brian pushed Justin back onto the bed and then knelt in between his thighs, and began to roll Justin’s huge pink balls in his right hand. With his left hand he encircled the thick base of Justin’s cock and squeezed. Justin moaned and his cock pulsed with even more blood, getting harder and thicker.  

Brian then licked up the huge thick vein that ran along the underside of Justin’s cock until he reached the unbelievably huge cockhead. He lapped up the precum which was now flowing and then wrapped his mouth around Justin’s cockhead and began to flick his tougue in Justin’s piss slit. This caused even more precum so Brian let it and his saliva drool down the huge cockshaft, getting it wet and slippery.  

Brian considered himself a good cocksucker, no, make that a great cocksucker because he had almost no gag reflex and so cocks could slide into his mouth and down his throat as easily as a raw oyster. As Brian slowly decended on Justin’s massive, now-fully-hard cock, Justin moaned yet again as he felt his cock totally enveloped by the little guy’s mouth and then slide down his throat. No one had ever been able to suck all of Justin’s cock before, so these sensations were brand new and, as with every new sensation, unexpected things tend to occur.  

Justin groaned, then almost screamed, “I’m c-c-c-c-cumming!”  

Brian never wavered, never moved. He kept his mouth clamped solidly on Justin’s huge pole, his nose buried in those red pubes. Justin bucked his hips as spurt after spurt of hot cum hit the back of Brian’s throat, but Brian rode Justin like a bronc rider and stayed on well past the eight-second mark. Brian mentally counted each spurt but lost track at eleven.  

Brian’s cock, large for his size at seven inches, but thin, was now as hard as a steel pipe. With Justin’s cock now softening in Brian’s mouth, Justin pulled his cock out and Brian stood up on the bed, his own cock now dripping precum. Justin sat up and inhaled it in one motion and began sucking on Brian’s hot, hard pipe. Justin’s hands moved around to Brian’s glutes and squeezed them. As with his biceps earlier, Brian flexed his glutes and Justin could feel the striations of muscle on both sides of Brian’s ass.  
 

Justin then pulled Brian even harder towards him so that Justin’s nose was crumpled against Brian’s lower abs which he kept shaved smooth, just like his balls. This caused Justin’s biceps to bulge again to their full 19+ inches and Brian felt them hard and defined against his thighs. Brian let out a low gutteral moan and began thrusting his hips against Justin’s face, drilling his cock deeper and deeper into the giant’s mouth. The Brian started shooting and Justin eagerly drank every last drop of Brian’s 18-year-old manjuice.  

When Brian was spent, he pulled out of Justin’s mouth, Justin fell back on the bed and Brian laid on top of him. Brian’s legs were spread open and he reached back until he found Justin’s cock which was inflating itself again. He placed it in between his legs and Brian then closed his legs on Justin’s cock. In the meantime, Brian was licking Justin’s abs and playing with his nipples which was the reason for Justin’s cock re-awakening so quickly. Justin’s nipples, he figured, were hard-wired to his cock.  

Brian pushed Justin’s arms up and he laced his hands together and placed them behind his head and flexed his massive biceps. Brian’s hands tried to dent the baseballs of muscle which appeared on top of Justin’s arms, but couldn’t. With Brian squeezing his biceps and sucking, and nibbling his nipples, Justin’s cock now reached it’s full length again. Brian’s hard thighs were now wet with sweat and Justin’s precum, so Justin was able to slide his hard cock back and forth in between Brian’s thighs.  

When Brian had figured that Justin was ready again, he let go of Justin’s biceps and pushed himself up to a kneeling position again. Brian reached behind him and aimed Justin’s huge cockhead for Brian’s now soaking asshole. It slid in without a sound and Brian’s face betrayed nothing, even though Justin’s cock was practically ten inches long and the thickest cock Brian had ever seen. Brian’s asshole inhaled Justin’s cock as easily as Brian’s mouth and throat had done fifteen minutes earlier.  

Now the look on Justin’s face was priceless: his eyes were wide open and Brian saw that they were a combination of pale brown and pale green and that they sparkled. The grin of amazement on Justin’s face made Brian smile too.  

“What?” said Brian.  

“You’re fuckin’ amazing is all.” replied Justin. “Nobody had ever been able to suck all of my cock and you took it without a problem and now you have my cock all the way up inside your ass and it slid in there like it was made for it.”  

“Maybe it was made for my ass, Justin,” said Brian.  

“Well this time I won’t cum as quickly so I’ll be able to enjoy that ass for a nice long ride,” smiled Justin.  

“Wanna bet?” grinned Brian, and with that he began bouncing up and down on Justin’s massive hard cock. Each time sitting down on Justin so hard that you could hear a distinct slapping sound of flesh against flesh. After about a minute, Brian sat down with Justin’s cock all the way up inside of his hot wet asshole and began flexing and relaxing his hard-as-rock glutes. The kid was massaging Justin’s cock with his ass while it was inside.  

Justin had never experienced anything even approaching this and, like before, began groaning and screaming and spurting uncontrollably. Brian again rode the big giant like a pro and when Justin was through Brian again collapsed on the exhausted redhead. As Justin’s cock softened, they both heard the distinct ‘plop’ sound as it popped out of Brian’s drenched asshole. Justin could feel Brian’s superhard cock against his abs as they laid there chest to chest, kissing.  

Justin gently pushed Brian up and quickly rolled over on his stomach, his pinkish white ass cheeks beckoning. Brian didn’t waste any time as his cock was hard and again oozing precum. He held his cock at the base and painted Justin’s asshole with his precum so it mixed with Justin’s sweat. Brian was glad he met a guy who sweated as easily as he did because it always made for great and slippery sex. So Brian now aimed his steel pipe at Justin’s muscular ass and slid it in. Justin moaned and grimaced a bit, so Brian guessed that he wasn’t a catcher very often.  

“Are you OK?” asked Brian.  

“Yeah babe,” said Jusitn, “just go easy at first.”  

Brian obeyed and left his cock about three inches inside Justin’s ass until he felt Justin relax. Then Brian slowly pushed in another inch. Then another and finally he was all the way inside the red giant’s ass. Brian stayed motionless for a while with his cock all the way inside until Justin nodded and then Brian began sliding his superhard cock in and out. Back and forth. After the initial pain, Justin was able to relax fully and Brian began fucking his huge new friend in ernest.  

Justin actually raised his hips a bit which spread his huge ass cheeks a bit more and allowed Brian to increase the tempo, now fucking Justin as fast and as hard as he’d ever fucked anybody before. With each thrust sweat would spash off Justin’s ass cheeks and Brian’s thighs and the sound was remarkable. Justin, while not a bottom very often, had never had a cock inside him that was this hard. Come to think of it, Justin had never seen a cock this hard in his life and he’d been with guys for a helluva lot longer than Brian had.  

Brian grabbed Justin’s wrists and pushed his arms up so that they were bent at the elbow on each side of his huge back. Justin took the hint and flexed his totally squeezable baseball biceps again. Brian grabbed one in each hand and that was all he needed. Brian began shooting again and again and with each shot, he not only thrusted even deeper into Justin’s ass, he also squeezed Justin’s biceps harder and harder. It took another ten squirts until Brian was finally done and when he was empty, he pulled his drooling slippery cock out of Justin’s ass and laid on top of the huge guy and hugged him as hard as he could.  

They stayed like that for about ten minutes, Justin on his stomach on the bottom and Brian, also on his stomach, on top of Justin’s back. Brian whispered into Justin’s ear, “Can we grab a shower?”  

With that Justin pushed himself up off the bed like he was doing a pushup, only Brian was clinging to his massive back and had his legs wrapped around Justin’s huge thighs.  

“Gimme twenty!” barked Brian.  

Justin said, “Yes, sir!” and began doing absolutely perfect push-ups on his bed, all the time with the 160-pound Brian clinging to his back. Brian could feel Justin’s pecs and shoulders bulging as he flawlessly did all twenty. Then Justin began to show off as he continued doing more push-ups, but this time alternating, first with only his right arm and then with his left, still with Brian on his back. Brian was astounded by the sheer strength of his new friend and figured that he must train by bench pressing Buicks and curling Harleys!  

All this muscle was getting Brian hard again and Brian moved his hands from Justin’s granite pecs to his huge triceps. As before, muscle was the trigger for Brian and he began shooting again, this time all over Justin’s lower back and down his ass crack. With another seven shots deposited on his new friend, Brian let out a huge breath and said, “You are fuckin’ unbelievable.”  

Justin started laughing and collapsed on the bed on his stomach with Brian falling directly on top of his back. “You are insatiatable and you’re gonna wear me out!” said Justin.  

“I’m sure as shit gonna try,” replied Brian and they both laughed.  

A minute later they both rolled out of bed and padded across the hall into the bathroom. Justin turned on the shower and when the temperature was just right stepped in and pulled Brian in after him. The two of them soaped and rinsed and soaped and rinsed every part of each other’s body so many times, the hot water ran out!  

Now that they were both squeaky clean Justin grabbed two fresh towels from the hall linen cupboard, handed one to Brian and then dried off his friend. Brian then dried off Justin and was more and more amazed at the sheer size of him. Even soft, Justin’s cock was huge, maybe six inches long and probably five inches around. No wonder, Brian thought, that his basket felt so full even when his cock was soft.  

“You hungry?” asked Justin.  

“Yeah.” replied Brian.  

“I have a couple steaks in the fridge,” said Justin, “and we can do some baked potatoes. Let me go fire up the grill out back.”  

“Uh, Justin?” said Brian, as Justin began walking down the hall.  

“Yeah.” said Justin, turning to face Brian.  

“Don’t you think that you should at least put on a pair of shorts?” asked Brian.  

Justin looked down and then realized that he was still naked, his now-soft cock hanging down like an elephant’s trunk.  

“Not that I don’t like you that way,” said Brian, “but I don’t really want you to scare any of the neighbors with that thing.”  

Justin grinned and walked back into his bedroom, “Good thinking. We make a great team, besides I don’t want to have anybody else have this but you.” With that Justin grabbed his soft cock and shook it at Brian.  

After they had finished the steaks, potatoes and salads, along with a few beers, Brian just gazed at Justin over the table, drinking in every square inch of his body.  
 

“What are you staring at?” asked Justin.  

“You,” replied Brian.  

“Me? Why?” asked Justin.  

“Because I love what I see,” said Brian.  

“Naw, you just lust after what you see,” laughed Justin.  

Brian got up from the table and walked around to Justin’s side and gently caressed the redhead’s face, bent over and soundlessly kissed him in the lips. Not a kiss of lust, but a kiss of love and respect.  

“Are you sure?” asked Justin. “I’m probably seven years older than you.”  

“Well I turn nineteen on November 24^th,” said Brian.  

“That’s my birthday too!” laughed Justin. “I turn 26.”  

“See,” said Brian seriously, “we were meant to be together.”  

“What will your parents say?” asked Justin.  

“It’s my life,” said Brian, “not theirs.”  

With that Justin got up and said, “Give me a hug.” Justin extended his arms straight out and wrapped them around the top of Brian’s head and started laughing!  

“We’ll have to get you some boxes to stand on!” said Justin.  

Brian laughed and extended his arms and bent his legs a bit and wrapped his arms around Justin’s hips and lifted him off the floor. “Maybe we just need somebody who can cut you down to size a bit.”  

Both guys laughed as Brian let his new boyfriend back to the floor. They cleared up the dishes and went into the living room, sat on the sofa and put on the television. Brian cuddled up against Justin’s huge chest and the two of them fell asleep.  

Around two in the morning, a clap of thunder woke them both up with a start. Brian looked at the digital clock readout on the DVD player and said, “Jeez it’s late.”  

“Do you want to stay the night?” asked Justin.  

“More than anything,” said Brian.  

As both guys stood up, Justin looked at Brian’s back, rippling with gymnast muscle and said, “Man are you ever built.”  

Brian turned and gave Justin a double bicep flex and he saw, probably for the first time, Brian’s 16” hard defined biceps. Justin reached out and tried to dent Brian’s bicep ball and couldn’t. It was just as hard as his own, only smaller, but then Brian was nine inches shorter and seventy-five pounds lighter than Justin, so if you factored that into the equation, Justin figured that Brian actually had the better physique.  

“Now you,” said Brian.  

Justin bent his arms without flexing them so that they were soft, well pretty soft at least and Brian said, “Now flex them.”  

Justin flexed his biceps hard and instantly two baseballs appeared as if my magic on top of his upper arms. Justin alternately flexed and relaxed his biceps while keeping them bent and Brian was astounded by how the baseball appeared and disappeared. It was getting Brian hard again and Justin saw that Brian’s CKs were beginning to tent.  

“Follow me,” said Justin. “There’s something that I want you to try.”  

They went into the bedroom and Justin laid on his stomach diagonally with his feet at the headboard end. He extended his right arm on the bed and then said to Brian, “Grab some lube from the bedside table.”  

Brian obeyed and brought the bottle of WET to the end of the bed.  

“Now sqeeze some into the crook of my elbow and lube up my bicep and forearm too,” said Justin.  

Brian squeezed a large dollop of lube onto Justin’s massive arm and spread it all over his bicep, forearm and inside of his elbow.  

“Now take off your shorts,“ said Justin, “and lube up your hard cock.”  

Brian did as he was told and now figured out what Justin wanted him to do. He’d fantacized about fucking a bicep, but never dreamed that he’d ever meet a guy who’d let him do it, in fact want him to do it. When Brian had lubed up his superhard cock he positioned it right in the crook of Justin’s arm. Justin then slowly flexed his bicep and when that baseball appeared, Brian knew that was his signal.  

Trapped in between Justin’s baseball bicep and massively hard forearm, Brian began to slide his steel pipe cock back and forth. The sensation for Justin of Brian’s superhard cock siding back and forth against his bicep and forearm was something that he’d experienced before, but the sensation on Brian’s cock of Justin’s hard baseball bicep on one side and his granite forearm on the other side was something that Brian had never experienced before. Just like it happened earlier, a new sensation, especially pleasurable, could create the unexpected.  

It wasn’t even a minute after Brian began pumping, that his cock began shooting hot cum, all over Justin’s face. Spurt after spurt almost completely covered his left cheek but Justin kept his bicep and forearm fully flexed until Brian had finished. Only then did Justin allow Brian’s cock to be relased and Brian almost dove at Justin’s face and began licking all his cum off his new boyfriend’s cheek.  

When he had finished cleaning Justin’s face, Justin leaned forward and took Brian’s cock in his mouth and cleaned it off. No words were spoken for a while as they straightened out the sheets and bedspread and climbed under the covers. When Justin wrapped his massive arms around Brian’s hard muscled body, he whispered in Brian’s ear.  

“What can brown do for you now?” And then he gently kissed Brian on the ear.