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Running with the Bulls

By Josef Howard

Chapter One
Guy leaned as much as he could against the window, but his enormous physique still pushed his seatmate out towards the aisle. He could tell she was annoyed with him, but what could he do. The seats on this small prop plane just weren’t made for someone his size. As they approached the landing strip, the plane dropped suddenly and pitched, tossing him against her. She glared at him as though it was his fault.

Guy had been self conscious about his size since puberty. Other guys got tall and skinny. Guy got tall, but Guy got built. At age thirteen he was five foot five and one hundred sixty pounds. At age fifteen he was five foot eleven and two hundred ten pounds. In high school, when he started lifting weights with the rest of the football team he exploded. By graduation he was six foot two and two hundred sixty pounds. The other guys got thick around the waist, but Guy didn’t. Guy had a deep cut eight pack and a thirty inch waist. He also had a trouser snake that even made his straight team mates comment – ten inches soft. The coach used to call it a baseball bat, which was appropriate, because his testicles were the size of softballs.

Guy got a job on his father’s construction crew after school, and even though he stopped lifting weights and never paid much attention to what he ate, he put on another forty pounds of muscle by the time he turned twenty. If he’d lived on the coast in some big city, no doubt he might made friends with guys who worked out, guys who were into bodybuilding. He might have found the magazines with pictures of guys his size and started competing, but Guy lived in a small town in Montana.

He was shy around girls, most of them were afraid of him. A few of them treated him with obvious disdain, like his seatmate on the plane, but a few of them were really turned on by his body. Guy just didn’t feel the same about them. He lived at home with his parents, worked sixty hour weeks on the building houses with his dad and watched TV.

If it hadn’t been for the trip he’d made with his parents to visit his aunt in upstate New York last summer, he’d never be on this plane today. Their flight had been overbooked and Guy had volunteered to take the next plane to New York. The airline had upgraded him to first class. It was a day that changed Guy’s life forever. It was the day he met someone like himself and first realized that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t a freak.

He’d boarded early and was sitting looking out the window when his seat mate arrived. The guy said hello. Guy looked up and saw someone just as freaking huge as himself standing in the aisle. Only instead of wearing a baggy XXXL shirt like Guy, the stud was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt so tight that every muscle of his amazing torso was visible through the stretch cotton. Guy literally stared at him, forgetting even to say hello. The stud grinned and extended a meaty hand. Guy snapped out of his reverie and shook it. His name was Aiden.

Even though the seats were extra wide, their shoulders and arms were plastered tight against each other the whole trip from Denver to New York, but Guy didn’t mind. He felt lightheaded, dizzy, and giggly. He couldn’t take his eyes off Aiden even when he wasn’t talking to him, but thankfully Aiden talked to him most of the trip, and as they were talking, Guys cock, threaded down the leg of his boxer shorts as usual – bunching it up near his crotch created an embarrassing bulge – started to swell, until it was almost at full mast. Even in his baggy jeans he couldn’t hide it, and he noticed that Aiden occasionally glanced down at it as they talked.

Twice during the trip he got up to take care of it. Each time he whacked off in the tiny lavatory he came so hard he sprayed all over the mirror and sink, and wasted four or five paper towels cleaning up after himself.

It was queer getting so excited by a guy, but Guy couldn’t concentrate on feeling ashamed right then, all he could concentrate on was his thumping heart and his sweaty palms.

At LaGuardia Aiden invited him into the City for the night. Guy was booked on a small plane to upstate New York that left near midnight, but he blew it off and told his parents his flight from Denver had been late.

Once inside the door of Aiden’s small apartment, Aiden ripped off Guy’s clothes and fucked him raw not three feet from the door. Naked, Guy realized Aiden was even bigger than he was – every where. Neither of them could take their hands off the other all night. Whenever either relaxed or began to drift off, the other attacked and the ball busting orgy started all over again.

Aiden drove him back to the airport early the next morning, hair mussed, unshaven, looking hotter than he had when Guy had first seen him. He scribbled his phone number on a scrap of paper from the floor of the car and handed it to Guy when they kissed through the open car window. Guy knew the whole world could see he was queer, but he didn’t care. He only wanted one last taste of Aiden’s thick hot lips.

They were supposed to hook up again on the New York layover on Guy’s way back to Montana, but his parents changed their plans and they flew back a different way. Guy was sick about it. Every day for weeks he called Aiden from his cell phone. Guy’s parents noticed. They thought he’d met a girl. Only where? And how come he never dated her? Guy thought of flying back to New York to be with Aiden, but how would he explain it to his folks, who never went anywhere unless they visited relatives? What would he tell them about this Aiden?

Every night and every morning Guy whacked off as he thought about Aiden and their wild night of rough sex. Every day on the job he spaced out three or four times as he hauled lumber or bricks around the job site and ended up somewhere on the job site he never intended to go.

In November, when the ground got too frozen to dig for new foundations and the last of the finish carpentry was done inside the houses already in progress, Guy was off work. Aiden, who had stopped answering his calls every day after a while, called him up and invited him to meet him at a retreat in the red woods. Aiden went there every year for a month or two with other guys. Guy was wounded at first. He wanted to spend time alone with Aiden. But the more they talked, the more it became apparent that this place was special. Aiden said he went there with “guys like us”, but he didn’t mean queers. He meant big guys, masculine guys like the two of them. Then Guy still felt a little sad, but he was also titillated. What if they all were as big and hot as Aiden? What if they were even hotter?

It should have been even harder for Guy to explain to his parents why he was taking a week’s trip to some camp site alone than it would have been to explain his trip to New York, but once he’d gotten excited about meeting guys like himself, he didn’t let his fear or his parents perplexed expressions worry him.

And so he was on the puddle hoper from San Francisco to Eureka next to the pencil thin woman who hated him, uneasy at meeting strangers, uncertain he would fit in, afraid he might not be good enough to be there, but so excited by the prospect of being with guys like himself he was almost creaming in his pants.

Guy had to return the first car he rented at the airport. He couldn’t fit inside even though it was a mid size. When he explained his dilemma the man behind the counter rented him an SUV. The next problem was finding the camp. He thought the directions were explicit, but as the sun went down, it became difficult to see the tiny narrow, dirt roads that intersected with the two lane highway from the airport. He rolled down his window to see better and was surprised at how unseasonably warm it was, at least compared to winter in Montana. The air was damp from recent rain, but it must have been in the fifties.


Guy thought for sure he’d missed his turn when he noticed a wooden sign for “Walden” pointing to a narrow one land road on the left. He turned and drove for miles through dense woods until the road ended near a big circus sized tent surrounded by a cluster of crude cabins on concrete blocks, which were, in turn, surrounded by cars and trucks parked haphazardly.

Through open flaps Guy could see people standing in the brightly lit tent, and a steady stream of men were walking from their vehicles toward the openings. Every man Guy saw seemed bigger, more outrageously muscular than the last. Most of them were shirtless. Some wore what would have been loose fitting workout clothes. Others wore tattered military fatigues. Guy stopped his rental car and hurried in with them.

“Hey, hot stuff!” a baritone voice behind him called out. Guy turned to see two large men walking without shirts in the cool air, their big manly nipples sticking out. One had his beefy arm around the bullish neck of the other. He had expected it was someone he knew, but they were just being friendly. “This your first time?” asked the bullish necked man, whose chest was as hairy as a rug and whose shoulders and arms were flecked with more dark hair. Guy slowed down to let them catch up. He grinned like a little boy and found himself stooping sheepishly as they got closer. He nodded. “Fuck, you won’t believe it! You’ve just died and gone to heaven!” He reached out an arm as thick as a log and patted Guy’s back. “Look at him, Gary,” he said to his buddy, “Corn fed. Fresh off the farm.” He put his arm around Guy’s neck as they walked side by side and hugged him hard. Guy grinned even wider, his cock boning quickly inside his baggy pants. Walking beside these two enormous, undeniably masculine men made Guy feel warm deep inside, yet seeing them walk as a couple made him feel lonely for the affection of the man who had invited him here, Aiden. He hadn’t expected there to be so many other men here. How would he find Aiden among all of them?

As they converged with others on one of the entrances to the tent they were joined by another trio of friends who stopped, turned and exchanged hugs with Guy and the pair he’d just met. Guy’s hard-on only grew more obvious as the other three took turns enveloping him inside their immense arms and chests.

Except for a few men in his family, Guy had been used to being the most freakishly large man in any crowd, but he was only barely in the same league as the smallest of these men. The last of the new trio, a swarthy middle-easterner with a three day growth of beard over his bricklike jaw, planted an open mouthed kiss on Guy’s lips and tinkled his mouth with his broad, coarse tongue. The mountains of his pecs were deeply divided by a valley down his sternum that became more shallow, but no less pronounced between the round hills of his abs. For a moment there was nothing else on Guy’s mind but this man in his embrace. Guy wanted to lay in that deep valley, locking lips with him forever as he sniffed his pungent sweat.

The others glanced at them nonchalantly, appreciative of their mutual, transient delight, as they made friendly conversation. Guy limply staggered as the man let him loose enough to reach a hand between them and unfasten the buttons of his shirt, then pulled himself into the opening, allowing the skin of their chests to touch. Guy felt his cock protruding eight inches beyond the elastic band of his sweat pants, thicker than any penis he’d ever seen or felt in his life, and gurgling pre-cum as it rubbed against his abs. “We have definitely got to hook up,” the man said softly in his ear, making the hairs on his neck stand up and tingle, “My name is Hadad.” Guy hugged Hadad tightly and answered only his name, too captivated with him to say anything else.

Then as suddenly and casually as Hadad had grabbed Guy, he let him go and began talking with the others, although he kept an arm around Guy for a few seconds more before he released him completely. Then the six of them turned toward the tent, Guy trailing the rest by a step or two, missing the attentions of his Arab admirer, but comforted by the thought that there were hundreds of others inside the big tent, and apparently they were all very friendly.

They were also almost all shirtless. In fact Guy wondered if there were shirts big enough to contain the chest, shoulders and arms of some of them. As he entered the tent, his eyes grew wide and his jaw slackened. His cock was at half mast inside his loose pants, his heart pounded and he grew flush all over. Soon he was so warm that he took off his open shirt and tied it the sleeves around his waist. Every few feet, stray eyes that weren’t locked on the faces of other men they were talking to, looked him over, and the admirers grinned lasciviously at him.

The preferred mode of hello here, instead of a handshake, seemed to be brushing a raised hand on the meaty chest of one’s new-found friend, feeling the smooth skin or thick hair, grazing the nipples and enjoying the response it got. After receiving the greeting a few times, Guy indulged his desire to return it, further heightening his arousal and provoking more than a few deeply erotic kisses.

Here and there in the big, but tightly packed tent, Guy came across two or three or more men more completely involved with each other. There were two small orgies on opposite ends of the tent, huddled, humping, multi-colored masses of men working their pent up sexual tensions out, rocking and thrusting in a sweaty, sticky pile of muscle and cock. But none of the men standing nearby any of this gave it more than casual glances.

In the middle of the floor he came across a pair standing side by side, tongue kissing, while they tugged on each other’s cobra-sized cocks, freed by unbuckled pants and unzipped flies. The shorted one craned his neck to reach the taller one’s mouth. Both were among the most outrageously muscled of the crowd. Watching their arms flex as they tugged on each other, made Guy so horny he grabbed himself and squeezed tightly. Slowly, carefully, as though he might scare them away, Guy approached them and knelt at their feet. He unfastened the hand from the tall one’s sixteen inch cock and put it into his watering mouth.

It had been months since Guy had tasted cock, but he hadn’t forgotten what Aiden had taught him. He carefully aligned his mouth with his throat and sucked air deeply, drawing a foot of the thick, purple penis down his throat. Determined to take it all the way, he pushed forward until his lips kissed the large man’s groin. He laid his spare hand on the back of Guy’s head and held his mouth down on his cock as he thrust deeply. Guy held his breath, waited for the hand to release him, and slowly drew his lips along his cock, gulping air before he dove down on it again.

As Guy sucked, he opened his pants and hauled out his rock hard cock and worked it over with his spitty hand. Suddenly, as Guy once again buried the whole length of him inside his throat, the guy jerked and emptied a long, thick pulsing stream of hot cum juice down Guy’s throat. Guy swallowed appreciatively as he jacked himself to an equally enthusiastic orgasm.

Guy reached his hand up and felt the man’s rocky abs and heaving chest as he slowly released him. He was about to stand, when the man’s shorter friend offered his slightly shorter, but fatter cock. Guy lapped at it, catching his breath before forcing it deep down inside him. The shorter man hardly needed to be touched. All the way down he jerked and spurted a thick, heavy load inside him. Guy held him inside him as long as he could, feeling the man’s cock shudder in his throat, then gradually released him, pausing to suck on his cock head before letting it free.

The tank-sized man held Guy’s square jaw in his hand and tilted his head up to look him in the eye. Guy smiled. He stood. The man was only a couple inches shorter than Guy. His companion was only a couple inches taller. He grabbed Guy’s arm. His companion brushed Guy’s flat, narrow waist with the back of his hand. “What’s your name?” he asked Guy. “He’s Hauk,” his eyes pointed to his tall, blond companion, “I’m Luke.” Both men had blue eyes, but the shorter one’s eyes were pale blue, ethereal. His face was broad, his cheekbones high and narrow, his chin wide. Guy still couldn’t get over how much more muscular they were than he was. Hauk must have been almost 350, and even Luke, must have 320. Their extra size was in all the right places: biceps like melons, deltoids like basketballs, lats that flared out so far they widened almost horizontally from their waists, and legs so thick they couldn’t keep their knees together.

“Is this your first time here?” Hauk asked.

“Why does everyone ask me that?” Guy replied. “Is it that obvious?”

“You’ll know soon enough,” Luke said. “I remember my first time,” he wet his lips, “Nothing more intense in my life.”

“How long you been working out?” Hauk asked.

“I quit after high school, actually,” Guy said.

“Shit! Can you believe him? A 300 pound natural with 3 percent body fat? I can’t wait to see you after,” Hauk said.

“After what?” Guy asked.

“That’s enough,” said Luke, “Don’t ruin it for him.”


Chapter Two
In the afterglow, as he talked and laughed with Luke and Hauk, Guy realized he had never in his life felt as comfortable as he felt here in this crowd of men in the big well lit tent. Even though the acts he had just finished with Luke and Hauk were still so new to him that they seemed equally as perverse and pleasurable, he felt content. Around his family and friends back home Guy had never been able to escape a sense that he did not fit in, that under his paper thin skin he carried a secret he could not quite articulate, yet one that he sensed he might inadvertently reveal at any moment, and in doing so destroy the love they thought they felt for him. That fear, never far from the surface, kept him forever slightly ill at ease around them.

Guy felt like a heavenly being among heavenly beings. He felt like he glowed. He felt a sense of liberation of emotion and of action. He felt free to act on his natural impulses in a way he imagined his friends had always been able to.

As other men approached the three of them, still standing with their sticky wet dicks hanging out, drinking and talking, occasionally touching each other and sending a flood of hot blood back into their cocks, temporarily inflating them, unabashedly enjoying the fullness in their groin and appreciating the sight of the arousal they provoked in each other, Guy felt their love, affection and acceptance as well. Each of them was different from the other, different ethnicities, different occupations, different personalities and ambitions, yet in the most basic and important ways they were just like him.

Talking to them in every shifting groups, never once feeling slighted as some walked away, feeling delighted as new ones approached him, feeling them touch him, stroke him, brazenly enjoying their mutual sexual attractions, Guy almost felt tears in his eyes. At first as the crowd thinned, Guy barely noticed. Then when he did notice he felt just a little sad that the gathering would end, but happy to be among the last to leave.

“It looks like you’ve been enjoying yourself,” Guy heard a deep voice from his side. When he turned he saw Hadad, and he felt Hadad’s brawny arm encircle his waist. If Guy could have purred he would have. Hadad was looking down at Guy’s cock, still exposed, but now inflating again at Hadad’s warm embrace. “Have you decided where you are going to sleep tonight?”

Guy hadn’t a clue. He was new to all of this, and if someone had told him he would never sleep again, if it meant he could be in the company of these men, he wouldn’t have objected.

“Do you want to stay with me?” Hadad asked, and he gave Guy an open mouthed kiss as a further unnecessary enticement before steering him, under the wing of his massive arm, out of the tent, away from the last few men standing inside, into the dark.

The scene outside the tent seemed subdued at first, until Guy heard a moan as they passed one of the cabins, then squeaking bed springs, and a deep voice, “Fuck me harder,” a quickening of the squeaks, “That’s it.”

In the moonlight filtering into the dark cabin, through an open window, he saw four enormous men, half in shadow, connected at their dicks like pieces of a rocking erector set, sweaty bodies glistening in the dim light. As he watched his dick stiffened, his mouth tingled, then he realized that Hadad was watching him watch them and grinning. He felt Hadad stroke his full, hard cock. He knelt in front of him and took it into his mouth. “Are you going to give me a sample?” Hadad asked between gulps. “Huh? Can I taste some of your cum?” Guy steadied his head and fucked his mouth as he stared at the action inside the cabin. Hadad was good. He was better than Guy ever thought he could be. Not only did he swallow Guy’s prodigious cock in long deep dives, but he tongued and sucked it into ecstasy in a matter of minutes. Before he could even think to control himself, Guy was ejaculating deep into his throat and thrusting hard against his scratchy bearded lips.

When he’d finished, Hadad stood again and kissed him, sharing the cream of his own cum with Guy as they tangled tongues.

“That’s only the beginning, my young friend. That’s only the beginning.” Hadad said as he broke their embrace and interlaced his fingers with Guy’s and led him on through the cabins. Toward the end of the rows Haddad stopped at one with the lights still on. He looked at Guy, smiled and gave him a deep kiss before leading him up the three small steps and inside.

A few of the gargantuan men inside were standing, talking and horsing around the six bunks that lined the cabin walls, their naked chests held high. Some of them had taken off their pants, allowing their unbelievably large endowments to wag in front of them. Four of them were clustered around the bunk in the corner fucking. They looked up as Guy walked in with Hadad. Hadad introduced Guy, but Guy couldn’t remember any of their names. He was too light headed and boned looking at their bodies. He didn’t even notice when they smiled among themselves at his dizzy arousal, his fly still wide open, his dick sticking a foot out in front of him. Guy knew it showed, but he loved that it did.

Before Guy was aware, Hadad was behind him unfastening his jeans, tugging them down to his ankles and two of the men, both taller than him, were taking turns kissing him, tilting his boyishly masculine face upward to meet their lips, and licking his bare chest as they tugged on his cock. They were almost twins, the same height, dark hair, hairy like Hadad, square jaws, and dark skin. Guy tugged both their long, long dicks, some of the largest he’d seen that night. He felt a cock slid between his ass cheeks and up his back. (Hadad? He hoped so, but didn’t care. He knew whoever had first crack at him, Hadad would have more than his fair share.) The brush of chest hair against his back confirmed it was Hadad.

Hadad pulled back and positioned himself at the entrance to Guy’s ass, then pushed inside in one long, deep thrust, letting out a sigh, telling of the relief he felt after having been so patient all night long. As the two tall men continued to tongue Guy’s upper body, he felt an aggressive mouth on his cock, swallowing it whole and coaxing it to full mast while struggling to keep its angle level and available to fill his throat.

Guy was so deeply aroused he could barely stand. As his knees buckled, the tall, strong men in front of him lifted Guy’s arms and wrapped them around their pyramid shaped shoulders as they continued to work him over.

Another man joined the first man at Guy’s cock. He felt the two of them passing it back and forth between them, each taking it completely inside their throats, each sucking him vigorously, trying, it seemed, to out do the other and be the one that let loose the geyser inside his balls.

Hadad’s cock was drilling deeper inside him than any man had been before. Was it even possible that Hadad was bigger than Aiden? Aiden had been sixteen inches long! Guy had thought he would never be fucked by anyone bigger. But the feeling of Hadad arranging his guts to suit his own purposes, rubbing hard against his prostate, was more intoxicating than even that first night with Aiden. No wonder Hadad had been so sure of himself from the moment they first met. To own such a cock and to be able give such pleasure!

Guy floated in a fog of erotic bliss, his muscles as limp as his cock was hard. He felt a tingle inside his ass that warmed and spread and intensified until his whole body quivered. It was a rush as intense as cumming, but instead of feeling a spike of intense pleasure for a few moments, the ecstasy rolled through Guy’s body in wild waves, each more extreme than the last. As the rapture deepened, Guy hugged the men kissing him more tightly. He tangled tongues with them frantically. And finally when he felt his whole body would burst, his cock jerked like a rifle and poured long, hard volleys of hot cum down the throat of one of his kneeling admirers, who moaned as he drank it gratefully, the deep rumblings in his throat only adding to Guy’s satisfaction.


As Guy caught his breath, one of the tall twins who had held him up lay down on the rough floor boards, his immense prick rock hard against his deeply etched abs. The other twin lowered Guy’s wilted weight down as his friend on the floor pointed his prick straight up. The weight of Guy’s body as he lowered himself to the floor forced it deep inside of him, and as it slid in Guy felt his cock stiffen and stretch again. Guy propped himself up with his hands on the floor and rocked on the cock, rubbing it deep inside him, exciting himself again.

Behind him the other twin knelt. He pushed Guy’s shoulders lower, lifting his butt higher as his friend repositioned himself to keep inside Guy’s ass. Then he slowly, but surely forced his own stiff cock, as long as his twin’s but even thicker, inside Guy’s ass, the two of them stretching Guy even more as they rubbed against his insides and against each other.

The instant they were both even half inside, Guy felt his cock get rock hard. He shivered all over with ecstasy and his cock jerked and fired into the air, covering the chest of the twin on the floor in milky cum.

As Hadad watched and smiled, one his other cabin mates knelt at Guy’s face and poked his hard, heavy cock at Guy’s lips. Guy was so hungry for cock he sucked it into his mouth without coaxing, but the man grabbed Guy’s head anyway and fucked his face.

“Oh, my young friend,” Hadad said as he massaged his long, hard cock, enjoying the sight of Guy’s further initiation, “wait until you visit the springs. If you are this horny now, you will go crazy when you drink the waters.”

Through the elated haze of being double fucked up his ass and sucking frantically on a cock almost a foot an a half long, Guy listened as intently as he could to Hadad’s voice. It tethered him to the world, and intrigued him.

“The first time you swallow, you can feel the water seeping from your stomach into your veins. You can feel the blood rush to your groin, like you’re getting the biggest erection of your life.”

Guy almost doubted it could surpass the size of his cock right now as it reacted to the electricity of two cocks fucking him.

“You can feel your dick growing, your balls getting bigger, stretching your scrotum. Then your dick starts to stiffen and rise, only it’s bigger than it’s ever been before, one and half, or two times it’s size. You my young friend will be a monster. I’ll be afraid to let you fuck me.”

Guy wanted badly to try, after feeling how good it felt to get fucked by Hadad. He wanted to challenge Hadad’s body the way his had been challenged, to make him feel as good as he had felt.

“And as it juts out in front of you, gigantic and hungry for flesh, you become desperate with the need for penetration. You would fuck anything, just to feel your newly enlarged organ inside it, ravishing it, taking your pleasure from it. And if the elders treat you right, they will provide someone for you then, a guide for your journey to real manhood, who will allow you to take your pleasure right there.

“But that is only the beginning, my friend, because while you have been fixated on the immensity of your manhood and your overwhelming needs, the rest of your body will have begun its transformation. Your arms, your thighs, your chest will all be thickening, binding your with your own muscle. Making it difficult at first to move with your new found weight. And there come a point of helpless, sensual, immobility, as you strain to fuck your guide, as all the rest of us stand around and watch you, when you will feel as though you might burst. Until you do burst, deep inside him, in the most intense orgasm your body will ever experience.”

And at that instant Guy felt the twins begin to get more frantic. He felt them swell even larger inside his impossibly stretched ass. He felt them buck and then – one at a time – start to fire inside him, sweat rolling off their faces. And having relieved themselves inside him at last, they allowed him to settle down on them, engulfing the two of them as the last of their loads dribbled inside him.

“Your friend, the one who invited you here, could see how big you were already, not as big as most of us now, but bigger than almost all of us were before we drank the waters. When you have reached your potential you may be bigger even than the Founder.”

Hadad took Guy’s wrists and lifted him to his feet. Although some of the guys in the cabin were still fucking, the energy had begun to diminish. Hadad led Guy to a bottom bunk, lay down behind him and wrapped his huge arms around him. Though lying naked stem to stern occasionally reignited the fire in their groins, for the most part the two of them slept through the night.


Chapter Three
Incredible sex with an endless parade of Walden’s muscle monsters continued unabated. Just when Guy, a giant horn dog when it came to outrageous muscle, thought that he might become numb to the ubiquity of hyper masculinity, he met some new variation on the theme, or traded glances across an orgy with a man hotter than any of the many others he’d fucked with.

Far more transformative than the sex was the casual camaraderie with men he aspired to be like. Although he had not yet seen Aiden, he felt enveloped in the quintessence of what he had felt from Aiden. The love and kindness of so many strong, virile men was not an experience he would ever forget. It was more beguiling than love, more transformative than religious experience, and more self-affirming than family.

But like a ghost glimpsed in a mirror, the metamorphosis Hadad had described that first night was casually mentioned again and again by the men he met. As intensely erotic as his experiences had been so far, Guy lusted for what was to come, and his anxious anticipation heightened his sexual arousal with every man he fucked.

The camp was chaotic in general. Meals and entertainment happened spontaneously on no particular schedule. If one group rose at dawn, others rose at noon. The mess hall was constantly active and alive with the smells of dozens of meals prepared for one or one hundred by volunteers, and cleaned by other volunteers. Guy marveled that everything functioned so smoothly and that no one took advantage of the disorder to slack off and avoid pulling their own weight. Sometimes the large meeting tent was full to bursting during the afternoon and almost empty at night and sometimes it was the reverse. If there was a program for anything, no one spoke of it.

On the afternoon of his fourth day at camp, after a few hours spent swimming and fucking around near the river, Guy walked leisurely back to the camp and noticed the tent was crowded and he heard sporadic deep throated masculine cheers like men watching a sporting event.

Guy walked quickly into the tent and pushed past the men at the edge of the crowd. On the stage at the center Guy saw what had drawn the crowd. A man far larger than any he had seen at the camp sat on huge throne. At his feet were three young men, one of them not even as large as Guy, lapping and loving the largest erect phallus that Guy had ever seen.

The man on the throne was not only large, every inch of his body was hairy, and from his forehead sprouted two thick horns that curved back and then forward again. Neither his thick dark fuzz peppered with gray nor his dark skin could obscure the deep definition of his impossibly immense muscularity. His chest was a yard wide and hung with pectorals that billowed up and out. At the outer edges were nipples as thick as the end of a finger, surrounded by nipple skin the size of a silver dollar. Supporting that chest were abdominals like twin totems of rock. But as wide as his chest was, his shoulders and arms seemed disproportionately larger. Each upper arm was almost as wide as his chest, and his hands were the size of a normal man’s head.

The phallus that rose straight up from his groin, and occasionally spewed pre-cum like an active volcano belches lava, reached up past the top of this head, and not all three of the handsome young men together could do justice by it. But it didn’t stop them from lathering it with their tongues, worshiping it with their hands, or rubbing it between the pecs of their muscular chests.

When one could concentrate on anything below the man’s groin, one could see his lower body was just as extraordinary as the upper body. His thighs rivaled his chest for girth, and his calves were truly worthy of that name.

As Guy got closer, and he was uncontrollably drawn to the scene, he interrupted the stares of the men near him to ask what was going on.

“It’s the Founder,” said one, without looking away from the spectacle. “And the initiates,” added another nearby him.

‘Initiates?’ Guy echoed inside his head. ‘Wasn’t HE an initiate?’

As Guy reached the edge of the stage he saw others the size of the ones at the giant’s feet milling around the base of it, more deeply enthralled than the other men, naked, hard, eagerly waiting their turn. The closer he got, the dizzier Guy felt. His thoughts became muddled. His breath heaved. He felt an uncontrollable urge to undress, and barely noticed as he shed his clothes that he laid them on a heap with the clothes of the others who pressed as tightly against each other as they pressed against the edge of the stage. Although they were sandwiched together they paid no attention to the flesh of the men next to them. They only had eyes for the man enthroned on the stage.

Guy pressed through them and reached with both hands toward the Founder, like a groupie for a rock star. The eyes of the Founder met his and Guy was overtaken by an uncontrollable shiver of lust. His mouth was dry. His skin tingled and his purple prick dribbled pre-cum. He felt the eyes bidding him to come on stage. He lifted himself up and ambled into the scene, easily the most gorgeous of the men attending the center of their attention. The Founder raised his hand from the arm of the throne and bade him to come closer. Guy’s heart pounded inside his chest. The giant’s hand rested on Guy’s muscular shoulders and his deep set eyes stared into Guy’s soul. Guy could barely stand, but he rubbed his body against the spit slick phallus and lapped at it like a cat. A groan erupted from the lips of the giant and Guy felt ecstatic to have been the catalyst. He hugged it with his arms and then did something he hadn’t seen anyone else do. He turned his back to it and rubbed the crack of his huge, round muscle butt against the thick vein that ran underneath it.

The Founder reached for him and held him still as he thrust against him, his enormous balls bouncing into Guy’s ass. The Founder screamed and a thick froth of cum exploded over Guy’s head and showered him in pellets of cream. Guy grabbed himself and jerked furiously, scrunching his eyes and rubbing harder against the Founder’s phallus as he tore an orgasm from inside himself.

After cumming the Founder’s phallus softened and dropped to the ground. As the other men stood around him as close as they could get, the Founder encouraged Guy to sit on his leg. He stroked his blond hair with his huge hands. He guided Guy’s lips to his and as they kissed, his long, fat tongue wound deep into Guy’s mouth. Guy felt the Founder’s phallus thicken and start to rise. When he released him it stood as straight and tall as before. The other men began to attend it again, and Guy recognized that he had been dismissed.

As badly as he wanted to stay with the giant and attend him forever, he knew there were others more desperate than he was to have their turn, but he hoped that he would have many other opportunities.

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