Big Al

Al is an ex-marine who, at age 43, has put on enough pounds to flesh out his naturally muscular physique with a belly so firm and round it sends me into overdrive every time I see it. His prominent jaw line is dressed in a full beard and juts out authoritatively from his thick, bull neck. He has a powerful looking barrel-sized chest flanked by wide, rounded shoulders and his pecs roll off to the sides of that ball-shaped gut to form the most seductively tantalizing creases.

The substantial bulk of his torso tapers to a pair of hips that are somewhat narrow by comparison and are set off by thick thighs and a set of muscular calves that are the raw materials any bodybuilder would kill to start out with. I love the way his calves roll up into great, knotted fists of muscle when he raises off his heels, especially when the view is from behind showcasing the deep cleft of his fleshy, well-rounded buttocks.

His chest and belly are covered in fine fur that is a tactile treat without being so dense that you can't get to the warmth of his flawless skin. The raw power of his naturally dense musculature takes my breath when he holds me in his powerful arms. He makes me feel at once vulnerable and safe.

Al's erection is a fat club that rides up his belly just past his navel when he is partially reclined for sex. Gravity tugs relentlessly on the uncommonly large testicles sheathed in his ample sac as he displays himself for me like an all-you-can-eat buffet of masculine delights.

He is a very proud man but without the slightest hint of arrogance and pleasing him is my greatest joy in life. I love to lie with my head on his firm, warm belly and listen to its soft gurgling as I nurse on the head of his beautiful organ, savoring the salty flavor that oozes from his slit onto my busy tongue. His deep voice inspires me with words of praise and gratitude spoken in low, hushed tones filled with reverence for the intimacy we share. A sense of security overwhelms me as I alternate between stroking the thick shaft that teems from my lips and fondling the magnificent balls that sag from its base. I am where I belong until he decides to assert himself further.

I don't just suck him, I celebrate him. I pull his unwieldy member from my lips and trace its bulging veins with the tip of my tongue. I lay the fat glans on my tongue and let it drool his tasty pre-ejaculate into a viscuous puddle before swallowing. I praise his impressive size and uncompromising hardness. He sighs in contentment as he runs his thick fingers through my hair and presses down on my head until his seeping urethra is burrowed against my gullet, cutting off my air while I gently tug at his large, full scrotum.

At the first sign that I am struggling for breath he releases my head and allows me to slowly bob up and down on his thick shaft. I know I should feel ashamed as he confidently pumps his rigid meat into my suctioning mouth. I am a grown man, after all. Yet I cannot escape the childlike wonder that fills me as I diligently worship his prodigious endowment and I feel only pride that, of all the men he could have, he has chosen me.

The more I suck and manipulate his hard member the more rigid it becomes. I am consumed with the task of igniting his passion into a volcanic eruption. I am patient, though. I want the wonder of this moment to last as long as possible and, in spite of the soreness that grows in my neck and shoulders, I persist. My jaws ache and my gullet is nearly numb from the repetitive pounding of his ever-swelling glans against it.

At last I feel the underside of his fat member pulsing against my upper lip as he floods my mouth with his delicious reward. I receive it with reverence and gratitude. A sense of accomplishment fills me as I take his softening organ from my mouth and lick it clean, smothering his potent balls with passionate kisses.

I lift my head from his loins and see his heartwarming smile wreathed by the dense salt-and-pepper beard that covers the lower half of his fatherly face. He takes my head in his powerful hands and presses my face to his in a lusty kiss, authoritatively probing my mouth with his thick tongue. His whiskers tickle but I am helpless to resist his advance. When he is done he wraps his thick arms around my neck and cradles my head in the cleft of his lightly furred pectorals. I feel safe and secure.

His hand slides down my back and slips between my buttocks, his thick middle finger gently caressing the tiny pucker that will soon be stretched beyond all reason around the uncompromising girth of the unwieldy unit I will soon coax back to erection. For now, though, we are content to snuggle into one another and profess our love.

I grind my straining hard-on into the meaty sinews of his hip. It aches for the release I know will come once he burrows his robust tool into my tender depths and commences massaging my prostate with its vein-ribbed thickness. I can hardly wait as I press my lips to one of his large, dark brown areolas and take the nipple between my teeth.

I begin tickling the erect nub with the tip of my tongue. He giggles as his mighty torso squirms a bit under my ministrations, but he makes no genuine effort to get me to stop. He takes my right wrist in a firm grasp and guides my hand to his bulging scrotal sac. I try to cup both of the great balls within, but I feel the warmth of his soft bag spilling out of my hand.

I am overcome with respect for his incomparable maleness and the intensity of my labor kicks up a notch. I run my hand up onto Al's lump of a dick and he groans as it responds to my grasp. I know I won't have to wait long now.

The air around us becomes laced with urgent words of anticipation for the fuck we will soon share. His last load so recently spent, I know it promises to be a long one and I am eager to receive it.

I squeeze and stroke his corpulent member as it slowly expands. I turn my gaze from his handsome face to his beautiful penis and watch it stiffen in my hand. It looks so big. He begins to pump his hips in opposition to my strokes, which causes his half-erection to jut up through my clutching fist and lie off to one side. I scoot down in the bed and take it into my mouth once more.

His musky scent fuels my desire to hold him inside me as I savor his delicious taste. I take it from my mouth and play my tongue over the contours of the prominent head. I can tell he enjoys this display by the increased rigidity his penis gains. I decide to let my tongue work lower onto the shaft, causing his ever-inflating glans to rub and glance off the features of my face. He tells me what a good lover I am as he takes in the show.

I open wide and take him back into my mouth, his growing thickness now beginning to challenge me from this sideways approach. I feel him nearing full erection and start to suck him as noisily as I can. Within minutes his stiffness is unyielding and I begin battering the back of my throat on the fat, sturdy head.

I purposely resist swallowing the profuse drool of my saliva and let it stream from my lips down his shaft. I want to experience the pleasurable pain of his penetration and, with that in mind, I want my saliva to be his only lubrication. I continue to suck him until he is at last completely hard and only then do I slightly loosen myself for his anal assault with a single finger.

I take his rigid, spit-slicked member from my mouth and admire the way the light dances off the bulbous veins and other irregularities of its expansive surface. He scoops his big bag up into one of his beefy hands as he brings his powerful legs together and ceremoniously lays it in the crevice of his great thighs.

I carefully stand on our firm mattress enough to straddle his hips and squat down until I can aim his erection at my parted cheeks. I then lower myself until the saliva coated head of his dick securely nestles into the funnel-like recess that leads to my hole. I ease down until his blunt glans overpowers my resistance and slips inside me. He groans as the moist warmth of my chute envelopes it and he places his huge hands on my hips to help steady me.

Using his thick forearms as handrails to prop myself upright I overcome the shock of his sudden entry and inch down on his rigid cock. I try to stave off my orgasm but the pressure of his incredible thickness sliding over my prostate is too much and I succumb, streaking the perfect roundness of his beautiful, fuzzy belly with my semen.

Looking thoroughly pleased with himself he lifts his densely muscled arms and places his hands behind his head, exposing the thick, hairy armpits I love as his bearded jowls rest on his barrel chest. As soon as I feel his hairy balls make contact with my ass I relax and settle onto the thick base of his cock, giving in to the consuming bliss of its size.

I grab the base of my dick and glory in the impact of his impressive dimensions by rubbing the head of it around in the streamers of my ejaculate that have matted the hair of his belly below his navel. He chuckles at the sensation and instinctively bucks his hips. He stops, however, at the first sound of my pained gasp and apologizes for his lack of restraint. I tell him I am alright and continue to let his engorged member imprint my tender chute while I take in the majesty of his burly girth.

I lean into him and begin to nibble at his whiskered jowls. He quickly responds by wrapping his powerful arms around me in a tight bear hug and slowly jabbing his rigid organ into the tight grip of my ass. His gentle probes are still quite painful but my lustful moans reach his ears as confessions of my total contentment.

I soon begin to rock back onto his raging hard-on and clamp my ass on it with all the force I can muster at this early stage. His eyes close tightly as his face takes on a supremely serene expression. My heart soars at the sight of this and I apply myself to his invading organ with a love that runs as deep and wide as any found in the greatest of literature.

Although dry, I succeed in bringing myself to orgasm once again. He fucks his thick pole into my involuntary clutching and heightens the ecstasy of my experience all the more. I cease to feel like a separate entity and gradually yield to the gravitational pull of his supreme masculinity.

He welcomes me into his powerful presence, claiming me bit by bit with each forceful thrust until I exist only in this self-sacrificing expression of my love. My diligence is rewarded when the inescapable pain of his uncommonly large size settles down to a dull throb. I can grip him at will and am now ready to give myself completely to his delight.

We start to work in concert, he spearing his erection into me as I alternate applying resistance to his upward and then downward strokes. He marvels aloud at my insatiable appetite for his sex and his words inspire me to reach for new heights of determination.

Still leaning into his firm bulk I sink my fingers into the dense sinews of his broad shoulders as I push back and begin sliding my clutching hole up and down on the thick base of his shaft. My groans betray the pain I experience from the angle of his penetration in this position, but I am undeterred. His breathy moans in turn betray his satisfaction and they are all the inspiration I need to persist. I cease only when he presses my face to his for another deep kiss.

He rolls us over, keeping his erection inside me as he pins me beneath his substantial weight. I wrap my legs around his hips and he begins thrusting into me. I glory in the feel of his big balls bouncing around on my cock-stuffed ass.

His forceful blows cause my chute to contract once again on his spectacular girth and, in spite of the less than half erect state of my penis, it drools semen as he brings me to yet another jolting orgasm. At its onset he buries his blood engorged tool to its hilt in my burning depths and his beatific face beams again with self-satisfaction as he savors the sensation of my orgasmic spasms.

I unlock my legs from around him and he removes his hard-on from my ass, then awkwardly manages to crawl up my torso. He unapologetically allows the fat head of his dick to drag a trail of his pre-ejaculate and my own ass juice up my face as he hauls his still sagging scrotum to my lips to be kissed and sucked. I revel in its weighty feel and musky scent.

I happily oblige him, darting my tongue into the loose, hairy bag that sways from between his thick, muscular thighs. I can fit his testes in my mouth only one at a time to suck and massage with my tongue. The wiry hair of his loins tickles my face and rasps my tongue but it only adds to this uniquely male experience.

When he gets off of me I roll over on my stomach and pull up onto my knees and elbows. He knows what I want and gets himself into position behind me. I feel his big, well-moistened glans kiss the swollen lips of my asshole and I break out in goose flesh at the sensation. He applies gentle yet steadily increasing pressure until it effortlessly pops through and is once again inside me.

He places his strong hands on my waist and feeds inch after inch through my distended hole until his great sac is nestled against me. I push back hard onto the broad base and squeeze it with all my might. He moans and begins slowly working his rock hard penis in and out of me with gradually lengthening strokes. I love the total vulnerability I feel in this position and place my complete trust in him to satisfy my consuming desire to please him.

I settle in for the long ride and thrill to the rhythmic slap-slap-slap of his weighty bag against my exposed perineum. Every so often at the full depth of his penetration he pauses to grind his loins against me and let me enjoy the feel of his large, potent balls rolling on the sensitive skin just above my own.

I crave the dull ache I feel as my tenderized chute repeatedly conforms to the length and girth of his unyielding hardness. I am completely in his spell as he drills his throbbing organ into the glove-like fit of my insides.

Semen drools from my awakening member as his thick tool abrades my prostate into yet another orgasm. This time his lust gets the better of him. Instead of pausing to savor my spasmodic clenching, his hard-on swells and he drives into it with unbridled passion. He ceases only when he announces he is close to orgasm himself and needs to stave it off. He pulls me close and instructs me to relax while he gathers his stamina.

I obediently comply and try to savor the heavenly corpulence of his erect cock without responding to it. When he feels he has sufficiently backed away from the precipice of eruption he begins gently rocking me. The subtle jabbing of his substantial, vein-ribbed member into the soft tissue of my deeply skewered bowels overwhelms me with a sense of belonging. I cannot control the clamping of my anal muscles on his stalwart, towering love as he consumes me with his passion.

At my urging he slowly builds the momentum of his attack until I can feel the full force of his mighty brawn powering into me. The attendant pain of his generously apportioned dimensions becomes an inconsequential ingredient in this celebration of his indisputable manliness.

Again he pauses as he nears orgasm once more. He withdraws his rigid, flesh covered obelisk from my aching, clutching chute and instructs me to lie forward on my stomach. Once I have complied I feel the fat head of his slick cock burrow into my well-worn crack. He sinks inch after inch of his glorious tool into my receptive hole until I am pinned beneath the full weight of his powerful body, his manly belly settled into the small of my back.

His thick, furry forearms slide up beneath my shoulders and he begins to nibble at the nape of my neck as I feel the warmth of his magnificent ball sac nestle into the parted cheeks of my ass. In a deep, husky voice he fills my ears with words of love and praise for my dedication to our blissful union.

He resumes his forceful thrusting and I am mesmerized by the feel of his hairy bag being squeezed against my butt. Before long I am aware of it tightening up around the egg-sized testicles sheathed within and I know he will soon spill his potent seed into my pulverized depths. Announcing his imminent orgasm with a husky growl, he drives his rock hard pole into me with an urgent finality and I feel the beast pulse against the tender tissue that grips it as his balls divest themselves of his copious load.

He manages to slip one of his paw-like hands under my chin and turn my head so he can nibble at my earlobe as he gently, confidently works his corpulent dick in my well-juiced chute with short, self-satisfied jabs. I want this moment to never end but as his erection subsides he rolls off and lies beside me with his hands behind his head.

I am almost mournful at his absence inside me but marvel at the densely muscled thickness of his powerful arms as I watch his barrel chest heave in labored breath. His contented smile fills me with pride. I snuggle into his substantial bulk and lay my face against the muscular convexity of his armpit, dark curls of fine hair matted to it with the sweat of our love making. The air is heavy with the odor of my ass mixed with his musky scent.

I cup his now sagging scrotum as he places a hand behind my head and presses my face to his for another of his supremely passionate kisses. He fills my mouth with his thick tongue and probes it as if searching to taste the pungent remnants of the load he deposited there.

We know we are less than presentable after such a lengthy and strenuous session, but we leave it till the morning to clean up and simply savor each other's physical being instead. Eventually sleep overtakes us and we drift off in the comforting knowledge it can all be ours again whenever we wish.

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written by worshipsmusclechubs