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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
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o betical directories. o
o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o
o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o
o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen Becker o
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Muscleman Ball Bash (MM)
by Anon Rusty & Eddie BBS Author - 1991
*
They were holding his flexing massive right arm, Matt Mendenhall
grabbing onto that giant corded left arm, Luis Freitas wrapped
around Strydom's huge right thigh and calf, Bob Paris grinding his
oversized cock against the South African heavyweight's kicking
left leg, spreading him wide and holding on, opening his cock and
family jewels to extensive work by Scott Wilson.
All of them ripped, all of them pumped, all of them naked
and all of them hard. Get them to work on Strydom till they
somehow get him to beg Wilson to hit him in the nuts.
Freitas jumps between his hard dented glutes and crams his
muscular blond Brazilian tongue in Strydom's ass and sucks like
there's no tomorrow. Hands reach to his pecs and start rubbing.
Tongues are all over the handsome blond giant of muscle. In no
time, he asks for what he craves:
"Bash my balls, Scott!" Strydom screams, unwillingly, trying
to squeeze his legs together to cover them, trying to pull his
arms down to block the blows he knew were coming to his most
sensitive body parts, his big balls. Big as he is, he couldn't
hide them with his entire body being spread open by four
musclestuds as big and strong as he was.
Wilson looked him in the eye: "You want it guy? You GOT it
Gary!" and WHAM! biceps flexes, forearm knots and the pounds of
muscle powered that giant fist into an uppercut into Strydom's
gonads. The sheer pain made Strydom try to double up, and he
almost did despite the muscle power holding his front open. He
screamed at the top of his lungs, his eyes clenched shut, and his
cock throbbed. His whole body pumped up, and the studs holding
him didn't fail to take note of it. At once, four tongues hit the
muscle, and started licking, as Wilson drew back for more.
Pow! Pow! POW!POWW!! four rapid-fire, full-power uppercuts
into Strydom's aching balls. Strydom was howling, and that was
what Scott wanted to hear. It fed his strength and he power-
thrust 10 quick hard pops into the blond bodybuilder's groin.
Scott's cock was dripping, and he was shaking as he drew back for
10 more pounds.
"How's it feel, Gary," Terwilliger screamed as he licked and
stroked the stud's giant arm up toward the corded shoulder. Right
in Strydom's ear he bellowed "Like that action on those stud
balls, muscle man?"
Strydom could only groan as the hard blows continued to
bludgeon his gonads.
"My nuts...my belly...oh fuck...unghh...fuck...god--DAMN my
nuts my NUTS!" He kept groaning as Wilson went over, stroked the
stud's powerful right arm, and took it from Terwilliger. Tom took
his place in front of the blond hunk, but instead of resuming
packing his balls, he turned his punches to the huge pecs and
armored abdomen of the huge man, pummeling the award-winning,
shaved muscle.
"How's that, Strydom? That what you want?"
In answer he got unintelligible groans. Gary was crazed. His
cock was hard as his pecs, and was spurting clear fluid, jumping
in air. He murmured something almost inaudible, unintelligible.
"Speak UP, STRYDOM!!" Terwilliger bellowed as he power-
packed five rapid-fire punches to the hard gut and one to each of
the oversized, rock-hard pecs.
"Speak up!"
"My balls...my nuts...awwwwwwww my nuts!"
"Huh?" yelled Tom.
"Hit me in the balls! Bash my balls!"
Before he had finished the sentence, Terwilliger's massive
pumped-up arm was flying through the air, with a strong punch to
the guy's unprotected, swelling balls. Five more, rapid-fire.
Gary's moaning and spitting all over Tom's ridged belly. Seven
more, hard, right! left! right! left! Hard punches to the blond
stud's bull nuts.
Strydom was mewling like an idiot. His eyes were crazed, his
cock purple from being hard, and the hole in the tip distended
obscenely, literally spurting clear fluid onto Tom's own
beautiful gut and chest, as he moved in closer with his punches.
"Cover me with that funk, Gary! Fucking spray me with that
pre-cum," Terwilliger screamed, crazed by the scene, and rubbing
the thick liquid into his muscled belly and chest. His body shone
from the coating of fluid Gary was blowing at his muscle. He
clearly loved it, and his cock was blowing it out back on
Strydom's pumped award-winners.
Harder and faster, and suddenly, Gary's pelvis started to
move back and forth, he was trying to fuck something, but the
only thing there was was air, and so he fucked air.
Terwilliger started an especially heavy volley of hard
punches into Gary's gonads, which were giant from swelling.
Terwilliger was inches from the bodybuilder, and, exchanging
his fists for his powerful knee, began slamming his knee into the
stud's balls.
Tom reached out to the pecs and grabbed Strydom's nipples
and pulled, kneeing him repeatedly in the crotch.
Strydom met every kneedrive with a rhythmic grind of his
pelvis. And when he felt the clenching fingers at his nipples his
head began flailing wildly, his eyes glazed over, his mouth
hanging open covering his magnificent neck, chest and abs with
thick saliva. He pounded his bloated nuts into Terwilliger's
thrusting knee and thigh.
"Do it Tom!" "Bring him off!" "Make him shoot!" "Make him!"
Four hot competition bodybuilders were grinding cock and balls
and tongue on the stud whose balls were the target of
Terwilliger's crazed lust. Paris was bashing his own nuts on
Strydom's thigh almost as hard as the impact to Gary's own bull
gonads.
They wanted Strydom to sperm--on Tom! And they knew how it
could happen. Very easily.
It was simple, and they all knew it. Tom was just waiting.
"How about it, man?"
"UUngh!"
"What?" Tom screamed at the crazed stud.
"Yeah." Gary drooled.
"Yeat WHAT?" bellowed Tom.
"MAKE ME SHOOT!" Strydom murmured.
"WHAT?" hollered Terwilliger.
"MAKE ME SHOOT OFF! MAKE ME CUM! I GOTTA I GOTTA I GOTTA
MAKE ME SHOOT MAKE ME MAKE MAKE MAKE ME UNGH MAKE ME SHOOT MY
LOAD!"
His pelvis was pumping into Terwilliger's knee, doing as
much of the work as Tom was, meeting every strong power thrust
with an invitation, an urging to push his nuts into that flying
muscle.
About to shoot his load without even touching it, Tom knew
what to do. It was time to make Gary blow his battered balls, and
he hoped, all over his own muscular chest and belly.
Tom flicked a fingernail over Gary's right nipple.
The effect was unbelievable. A hideous expression overtook
Strydom's face. Spit flew out of the blond bodybuilder's mouth, a
volley of clear fluid blew out of his cockhead onto Terwilliger's
pecs, and Gary screamed.
Four musclemen were licking this ball-crazy stud, and four
giant cocks were grinding against some part of his shaved,
sweating, spit-and-precum-covered muscle body.
Tom grabbed Strydom's swollen balls, and started squeezing
with one hand, pounding as hard as he could with his other fist.
Strydom screamed in a crazed high-pitched voice: "FOR
CHRIST'S SAKE, TOM, PLEASE, RIP ON MY NIPPLES AND GET MY ROCKS
OFF."
Tom let the nuts hang, started up again with his powerful
thigh-to-crotch uplifts, and brought both of his strong hands
into play on Strydom's pecs.
He scratched at the hard nipples. Scratched hard and fast,
nail to nipple, and Strydom freaked.
The studs let him go. They knew he wouldn't leave now. He
needed this.
Strydom grabbed his own nuts in one hand, stretching them
down into the sac, and flailed away with his other fist, biceps
obscenely pumping and flexing, grinding his giant fist into his
own balls, as 10 sets of fingers went after his nipples and pecs.
Freitas slid two fingers up the muscleman's asshole. Strydom
went wild, cramming his fist into his balls much harder and
faster than Scott or Tom had done. He was pulverizing his own
nuts, and he was babbling incoherently. His balls were bending
around the fist that was clutching at their base. And that made
him cram them even harder.
He was hardly aware as the third and fourth Brazilian finger
entered him. He was concentrating on the hands on his pecs and
nipples, ripping them. But when the big thumb entered, he knew
it, and he bucked his ass back onto the sweaty hand and forearm,
broad with muscle. It slipped into his muscled ass.
He fucked air as his nipples and pecs were scraped hard. No
one had touched his obscene, spurting cock.
Freitas shoved hard, and saw the shaved cheeks spread to
accept his entire forearm. Tom and Scott took over the nipples,
biting down on the tortured nubs as hard as they could. And Matt
sucked in the giant balls that Strydom himself was squeezing out
to him. He got them in the back of his handsome face and chowed
down on the bull gonads with his jaw teeth.
Gary loved the feeling of that giant forearm up his ass. It
was in to the elbow and Freitas was fucking him full-strength,
wrist to elbow, merciless, pumping up his forearm as he packed it
up the blond giant South African's clutching hole, each time
stretching it over the bulge just before the elbow. His hand
never failed to grind the stud's overgrown, overproductive
prostate, and it was obvious from the amount of stuff flying out
of the man's cockhead that he was hitting it pretty hard.
Gary was heaving, twitching, fucking air, and flexing,
coated in sweat. Craving the teeth ripping apart his nipples.
Craving the bodybuilder's forearm up his ass. And craving the
teeth splitting his big nuts in half. Nothing had touched his
cock.
He came. You could hear the cum spurt out of his cock as he
finally came. He shot no less than 25 volleys and was actually
sobbing.
Paris was there to catch the unnaturally big load. His
magnificent hairless pec-proud chest received the shots of Gary's
sperm. Matt kept chewing down hard on Gary's nuts long after the
sperm flow subsided, and the action on Gary's pecs and nipples
continued till Gary's muscular body was flopping around on the
shower floor like a fish on a deck.
Totally spent, drained, and nuts bulging, he sat on the
shower room floor. His ass still enclosed the grinding arm of the
stud Freitas. Freitas was still deep arm-fucking the stud,
grinding his hand against Strydom's prostate. The blond cum-empty
stud moaned and his eyes rolled back in his head.
The other four studs stood around him.
"Go on, guys. Unload it all on me. Give me your cum."
Freitas pulled his huge forearm out of the stud's ass with
an obscene slurp. They were jacking off, aiming toward him. They
took their time, and each one came in succession. Kneeling down
as Strydom opened his handsome face.
"Feed it all to me man." His own hand reached back for his
ass and thrust inside easily. He pumped his asshole back on his
hand and opened his mouth. They took turns unloading their sperm
into his sucking throat.
Paris, coated in the stud's cum, stood up and gave him a
good drop-kick right in the groin. He repeated it, and Strydom
wailed.
"God Fucking Damn. I needed that! My nuts are mush, and my
pecs. Man you really worked them over. Gave 'em something to
think about. Bash me any time, studs!"
"Terwilliger's turn now!" yelled Paris, finally laying off
of Gary's overwrought nuts and scooping his Superman load of
sperm off his massive chest, his cock dripping, and feeding it to
his hungry, handsome mouth.
"All RIGHT!" said Tom. "Turn me to mush!" Paris kicked his
nuts hard, and part two of this shower scene began. Strydom
greased up both of his huge forearms and got them at the ready.
He knew what Terwilliger craved up his muscled ass.