Carniceria - still more

After the first time they fucked, Jonah and Robin became inseparable. Whenever both of them were free from work, they were together, most of the time at home in bed. At the meat market, when Robin came in to buy, he hung around talking to Jonah for at least an hour between Jonah’s work with the other customers. When Miguel was there Jonah worried their chats might be inappropriate while he was on the clock, but hadn’t Miguel done the same thing with him months ago when he first started coming in? Didn’t Miguel do the same thing now with the biggest guys who walked in the door? Was it a symptom of Jonah’s continued feelings for Miguel that made him feel guilty about his relationship with Robin and led him to assume Miguel might be jealous or uncomfortable?

Miguel still called him his “little friend”. He still patted him affectionately on the back. His eyes still lingered on Jonah’s body.

At the end of one of Robin’s long visits, when the shop was empty, Miguel took Jonah aside. Jonah was sure the conversation would be about Robin.

“Robin is very attracted to you, my little friend,” Miguel said. Jonah nodded. “You feel the same way about him?” Jonah said he did. “I am very happy for you both,” Miguel said. “Perhaps you will have with Robin what I have always desired but gave up for my family.”

Jonah heard what Miguel did not say. That Miguel was sad that he had committed himself to a wife and his children instead of a relationship with a man.

“You know that I have not given up completely on my passions,” he continued, “but I will never let them get in the way my family’s happiness.”

Jonah thought the conversation was over. Then Miguel looked up from his work at the butcher table and said, “Can I ask you something?” This was it, Jonah thought. This was what was really on Miguel’s mind. Would he confess his feelings for Jonah? Would he ask him not to go out with Robin anymore?

“Why do you never refer the men from your gym to our shop?” Miguel asked with just as much vulnerability in his voice as if he had asked either of the two things Jonah had thought he would. Plainly the fact that Jonah had not brought in customers had been bothering him.

“I suppose at first I thought what we sold was a secret. Then I supposed that there might only be a limited quantity of it. And lately I have just enjoyed being the biggest motherfucker in town too much to want to share my secret.”

“Have I ever told you to keep it quiet? Have we ever run out? You would be doing me a favor to tell your friends about my shop, little friend. It would not only help me make more money for my family, it would be a sign of your respect for what I do.”

Jonah didn’t know what to say. It was obviously important to Miguel, and Jonah would still do anything for Miguel, anything that did not betray his love of Robin. So of course he agreed to spread the word.

In a matter of weeks most of the men from Jonah’s small gym became customers. Miguel’s business almost doubled as Jonah’s friends told their friends and those friends told others. The character of Jonah’s gym changed as well. Where before there had been the usual mix of office workers struggling to get fit, adult athletes trying to stay fit, and a handful of bigger guys who would never be real bodybuilders, it became a place packed to the gills with giant men, and the preponderance of huge guys discouraged the casual lifters from coming in.

Jonah didn’t mind. He had a huge head start on them all and was still by far the biggest guy. The gym was full of eye candy for him, and damned if it didn’t seem that even the most heterosexual of the men had started to develop eyes for the other big men. The locker room was the cruisiest place in town. It seemed there were more men pairing up with workout partners than before, and they were a little more friendly with each other as they left – pats on the butt, arms around shoulders.

One evening near closing when Jonah was changing clothes, Jonah saw a couple of guys head for one of the shower stalls together. He had thought he was the last man in the gym except the guy at the front desk. They not only chose a shower stall Jonah could see from his locker, they went in the same stall together and left the curtain open.

He heard the water start to spray. He watched as the two of them grew slick, shiny and wet. Jonah knew both men. They were some of his earliest friends at the gym, back when they were all just regular guys. Back they only had eyes for the women. Jonah figured they were still basically straight, but as much as any of them continued to enjoy fucking females, none of the guys who started to get big could control their fascination with other big men as they started to grow themselves.

The taller one was Alfie, a red-headed drummer for a rock bank whose skin was riddled with tattoos. Since he’d become a carniceria customer he had put on one hundred pounds of muscle and his tattoos had been distorted by the bulge of his arms, shoulders, chest and thighs. He’d started playing the drums without his shirt and his band’s club dates had gone through the roof. The shorter one was Kris, a quiet manager at an accounting firm who’d found his voice as his body began to split the seams of his starched white shirts. The two of them never spoke to each other back when Jonah first met them. They had been polar opposites, but the gym’s axis had shifted and now the two had much more in common.

Alfie kissed Kris, sucking gently on his upper lip as he pulled away. Their dicks began to unfurl and inflate with blood. They stretched and rose until they pointed straight up. Kris, the shorter of the two, was the most impressive. Who would have thought that quiet Kris the accountant sported a foot long cock? Watching the two of them tug at each other and suck the water from their bodies, seeing Kris’s cock throb and bounce, was making it more difficult for Jonah to get dressed. He was not only distracted; it was getting more difficult for him to pull his under shorts up.

Kris looked his way, his chin low, his eyes wide, his mouth open, admiring Jonah’s sweeping, wide shoulders and his massive pecs, thirsty for his gargantuan arms. His obvious lust for Jonah only heightened Jonah’s arousal, and though Jonah and Robin had not yet made their relationship officially exclusive, Jonah felt guilty. But it didn’t keep his cock from starting to leak with longing for a taste of Kris’s dick; it didn’t keep Jonah from tugging on it as he watched Alfie maneuver behind Kris. It didn’t keep Jonah from gently jerking it as Alfie thrust inside Kris and Kris’s bone jerked in the air. And ultimately it didn’t keep him from walking slowly into the shower wearing his underwear below his hard-on, kneeling at Kris’s feet and slurping on his quivering dick.

With the addition of Jonah, whose build now rivaled that of a Mack truck, there was barely enough room for the three of them in the shower stall. Alfie was forced into the corner, shortening his frantic thrusts into his new buddy’s ass, but pinned between Alfie and Jonah, Kris was in heaven watching the mountain range that descended down Jonah’s back from his four foot wide shoulders as he felt Jonah’s mouth working his long cock, struggling to get it as deep inside his throat as he could. It took all of Jonah’s self control, and much of his strength to force it down, but after he’d taken it all once, he was filled with giant cock lust and determined to deep throat it every time he sucked it in. In a matter of seconds, with Alfie pounding into his behind and Jonah devouring his dick, Kris began to squirt down Jonah’s throat, into his mouth, and finally on his face.

Vampires V - Black Ambition (still more continued)

Rex could have cum inside the blond latin as easy as exhaling, but he wasn’t ready to advance Rico to the next stage, and God forbid he should get him to stage two and lose control – taking him unexpectedly to stage three the way Kurt had with Rex. No, Rex simply enjoyed fucking him, making him shoot uncontrollably and drinking the product of their lovemaking. He loved the feeling of power that came from reducing a grown man to a quivering lump of hard flesh, desperate for the next intense orgasm that only he could grant. He loved watching Rico’s face, his slack jaw, his clenched teeth. He loved watching his tight body frantically rocking against his cock.

So at first he didn’t notice Renaldo as he stepped out on the patio, naked, cock at full attention, staring at the two of them with undisguised lust. When Renaldo was only a few feet from their perch on the edge of the hot tub, both Rico and Rex looked up at him, Rex with a big grin – knowing that he’d drawn his real prey into the net – and Rico with a dull stare, too engrossed in getting fucked to care who saw him.

Without missing a beat, Rex reached up for Renaldo’s hard, pointing prick and engulfed it in his meaty hand before Renaldo had even set foot into the hot tub. Renaldo knelt at the edge and Rex devoured it whole, applying inhuman suction, fucking one brother and sucking the other.

Renaldo wasn’t disappointed by Rex’s skill at fellating. In all his life he’d never had a better blow job. It was as though the man’s life depended on draining his body of cum, and of course it did!

As even Rico’s newly enhanced cum sack reached its limits and the flow of cum waned to a dribble or two, Rex withdrew from the younger brother and focused all his attention on the older one. He played with Renaldo, keeping him at the edge of release for so long it began to feel to Renaldo almost as good as cumming. With one finger, then two slipping inside Renaldo’s tight ass, teasing his prostate while he sucked hard on his cock, Rex got him so hot he would let him do anything he wanted with him. Then he lifted the older brother’s legs and positioned his elephantine cock at the entrance to his ass.

Any reservation Renaldo might have had to getting fucked, especially by a cock as huge as the one Rex had, had been wiped away by witnessing the intense pleasure Rex’s fucking gave his younger brother, and by the incredible tension Rex had created inside his cock and his ass.

As Rex penetrated Renaldo, the older brother winced just a bit before feeling the giant cock rubbing against his prostate and sending shivers of pleasure through his body. When Rex got completely inside him and began to fuck, Renaldo didn’t even want Rex to touch him anywhere but inside his ass. Fucking the big man was so gratifying, he didn’t want anything to distract him.

With Renaldo, Rex had no reason to hold back. In just a few minutes he let loose and poured cum deep inside his guts, satisfying not only himself, but Renaldo as well, who felt sexually honored that it was he who had brought the giant to climax, not his brother.

Even as Rex’s vampiric gism began to work its magic on Renaldo’s body, Rex kept fucking him, working himself into his next orgasm and sealing his control over the future judges mind as well as his body.

Vampires V - Black Ambition (still continued)

Earlier chapters of this story are posted on my website. Earlier pieces to this chapter have not yet been posted to my website, but they are available in April postings to this blog...

Rico’s deep throated scream drew Renaldo to the window of his second floor study, because his brother Rico was not normally verbally demonstrative during sex. Renaldo had a deep-seated ambiguity about his brother’s lifestyle. He not only worried about disease, he worried that the big, often rough-looking, men that Rico had sex with would hurt him some day. That’s why he encouraged him to bring them home. At least here Renaldo could protect him if things got out of hand.

The man Renaldo saw bending over his brother’s crotch, sucking the cum out of his brother’s cock, was enormous, bigger by far than any of the men Renaldo featured in his magazine. And even bigger than the men in his competitor’s magazines, the steroid freaks that drew crowds of devoted muscle-heads to competitions by the thousands. He wondered how Rico had found such a man in Denver. Renaldo knew the local bodybuilders, amateurs and pros, even the wannabes. No one came anywhere near this man’s size. For several minutes he stood behind the curtain at the open window as watched as the incredible hulk sucked on his brother’s cock, even though his brother had already come once. The guy was unusually enthusiastic at giving head that was for sure. Most guys would have stopped after drawing such a big orgasm out of someone. Either they would have settled back and let his brother start to work on them for a while, or they would have started fucking him. But this guy was slurping so hard on his brother’s bone that Renaldo could hear the sounds way up in the second story office over the noise of the hot tub pump, punctuated by loud, enthusiastic moaning and gasping by his normally staid little brother. It must have been the best blow job on earth, and it was making Renaldo hard hearing it and watching the giant back and arm muscles on the big guy working.

Both the Gonzalez brothers had been muscle hounds since childhood, their boyish fantasies feed by the fantastic natural physique of their father, a loading dock worker at a meat packing plant, who lounged around the house with his shirt off. Neither of the Gonzalez brothers had inherited their father’s natural proclivity for muscular size, and that was why both had devoted their post adolescent lives to vigorous pursuit of muscle, each in their own ways.

As Renaldo watched and rubbed his swollen crotch, Rico bucked his hips and force fed his cock deep into the eager throat of the giant man. This time he was just as load and demonstrative as the first, only this time Rex kept him cumming for more than fifteen minutes, draining his enlarged nuts of their vampire sustaining gism. It hardly seemed possible to Renaldo that anyone, let alone his own brother, whose sexual abilities he was intimately familiar with, could cum that long. The guy must be some fucking cocksucker to give that much pleasure.

Then the man stepped back and Renaldo got a good look at his front. The sight was enough to make even a self avowed heterosexual like Renaldo cum uncontrollably. The guy had the biggest pectorals Renaldo had ever seen, pumped up over the tightest waist, and framed by humongous biceps that bulged out even with his arms straightened and his muscles relaxed. But the source of the real show was between the man’s legs, a cock as thick as a donkey’s that stuck straight up to his chest and throbbed and bounced like it had a mind of its own.

As the man aimed it at Rico’s asshole, Renaldo gasped, frightened for his brother’s safety, but desperate to see it plunge into his hole. Rico gave himself enthusiastically to the monster, grabbing at his ass to pull him deeper inside even faster. As the giant forced deeper inside him, Rico’s cries of enthusiastic pleasure got louder and louder, and cum erupted again from his unattended prick, which the giant did his best to lap up with his fingers and tongue. There was a moment of peace when the two of them were finally completely conjoined before the giant began to fuck and it seemed like the whole house vibrated with the force of his pounding.

Renaldo could stand it no more. He frantically fumbled with his pants, hauled out his purple cock and beat it until it burst. But before he’d even caught his breath he was hard again and just as horny.

Carnicería - continued

Some of Jonah’s pay for his new job at the carnicería was free meat. The cash he took home beyond was just enough to keep him from bankruptcy after he gave up his apartment, put most of his things in storage and moved in with a straight friend from work who let him sleep on the sofa.

Jonah could have moved home to live with his parents after losing his job, but they lived across the state, too far from the sustenance he required from the carnicería, and too far from Miguel, who he still fantasized about, though Miguel seemed even more careful to maintain distance between them now that Jonah was his employee.

Jonah might have turned his physical attentions on other men. Lord knows that almost any gay man would have given his right arm to sleep with Jonah, now that he was humongous. But Jonah lived in one of the smaller, more conservative cities in Texas without a single meeting place for gay men. Before his infatuation with Miguel, Jonah had contented himself with occasional weekend trips to Dallas, Houston, Austin or even San Antonio.

Jonah kept his gym membership, and gorging on the meat from the carnicería kept him packing the pounds on his already formidable physique. In a few weeks he was close to three hundred pounds, and he was so incredibly cut that he could stick the tips of his fingers in the grooves between his abs. His waist was only thirty inches, but his chest was fifty-eight inches, his thighs were thirty-one inches. But Jonah was proudest of his arms. They were twenty-four inches cold. Jonah was bigger than his largest bodybuilding idols. So big that people stared when he walked down the street.

Even though he couldn’t afford it, Jonah drove to the nearest big city with gay night life one weekend so he could spend some time with men would appreciated what he had to offer. Jonah had always gravitated to bigger guys. Now there were no guys bigger than him when he went out, but he got off on BEING the big guy who fulfilled the littler guys’ fantasies. He rounded up two, three or four guys at a time, took them back to his cheap motel and fucked them to a frazzle. Wherever he went, he was a walking party favor, drawing guys who didn’t even know each other together and getting them so hot they were willing to do anything he wanted to do to them, or to each other.

The guys he corralled may not have been as big as he was, but all of them were really hot. They were guys he would never have attracted a few months ago. Gay muscle builders bigger than he used to be and big-dicked daddies who loved muscles.

At the end of the weekend, his cash all gone and several hundred dollars more in debt, Jonah lamented the end of it all and wished he could have just a slice of the joy he had found back at home at the source of the size that had made it all possible.

Jonah found that not all of Miguel’s customers were big muscle men. Many of them were ordinary Latinas buying food for their families. But the ordinary customers were given different cuts of meat than the bodybuilders. Jonah also began to notice turnover among the bodybuilders who came to the carnicería. Guys would come by every week for several weeks or months, and he’d see them pack on pound after pound. Then eventually they seemed to stop coming in and new guys replaced them, smaller men just as eager and loyal as the ones that preceded them. What happened to them, Jonah wondered. Was it possible you could stop eating the meat from the carnicería and keep the size you gained? He found it hard to believe they could lose interest in being big.

Jonah didn’t. He was just shy of three hundred and twenty pounds now, and he still craved more size and more strength. Every time he pushed out a set of twelve squats with eleven hundred pounds on his oxen shoulders, or pumped out five sets of eight hundred pounds on his bench, he threw a boner inside his loose fitting gym pants. The guys next to him sometimes noticed it, but they understood, because they knew if they could lift the kind of weight he could, they’d get hard too. In fact some of the straightest ones DID get hard just watching him. Jonah began to wonder whether they might even be available to him now that his development had leaped into the stratosphere.

Jonah also learned that Miguel was married. He had a wife and three small children that occasionally came into the shop. It didn’t convince him that Miguel didn’t fuck men, because he saw how Miguel eyed all of the big customers, and he saw the charm he lavished on them.

One afternoon at the beginning of Jonah’s shift as he walked into the market instead of being greeted by Miguel’s broad grin from behind the counter, he heard the faint sounds of sex from the back room. The sound of the bell over the front door didn’t distract whoever was going at it in the least. Maybe they didn’t even hear it. Jonah walked as quietly as he could around behind the counter and looked into the backroom as he kept the bulk of his body hidden around the corner.

It was Miguel of course, with one of their biggest customers, a guy named Henry. Miguel had sat Henry on the butcher table, naked, his legs up over his head, as Miguel plunged his formidable cock into his ass with slowly, surely, both of them lost in pleasure. After a few minutes, Jonah stopped watching and hid from view, afraid to leave for fear they would hear the bell the second time, and ashamed to stay because he had already seen too much to explain without exposing his prurient interest in the two of them.

Finally, after he heard the two of them cum in quick succession, he walked back to the door, opened and closed it again, and took his time walking behind the counter. This time Miguel came out from the back room to greet him, fully dressed. Jonah apologized for being a little late. Miguel told him it was no big deal. When Jonah walked in to the back room to put on his white apron, Henry was gone, out the back door into the alley.