"Hey baby, I’m getting gas right now. When can I come over?" Jake was texting his boyfriend of just a month while waiting for his tank to fill up.
"Come over any time you want ;)" his twinky 22 year old boyfriend, Dustin, replied.
This 24 year old tatted up muscle stud had acknowledged his feelings of homosexuality just a year earlier, and decided he was ready to start dating. As a man who rides motorcycles, listens to death metal more than anything, and loves the feeling of a needle imprinting his skin, it came as a surprise to him that he would find a slim little guy, or a ‘twink’, so attractive.
He could lift Dustin with one arm; granted, they were pretty strong. He could grasp him around his chest with his quads and lift him above the bed and around in the air like it was nothing, ‘cause let’s see: a 130lb boyfriend, or a 400lb squat? Which is heavier?
If his boyfriend ever smarted off, first he’d laugh ‘cause he thought it was cute.. but then he’d lightly chokeslam him to the bed. Nothing got Jake hornier than getting rough with his twig of a boyfriend.
"Does little baby got an attitude?" he whispered into his boyfriend’s sweet ears.
"No…." Dustin playfully trailed off.
"But I think you do, and men don’t put up with that." Jake went on, pinning Dustin’s arms above his head with a single meaty paw.
"What can I do to make this up to you?" Dustin said in faux anguish.
"You’re gonna suffer through this torture." Jake smirked as he flexed his free bicep. Dustin squirmed, trapped under Jake’s heavy body.
"What’s wrong? Wanting to touch yourself?" mocked Jake as he forced his massive bicep in Dustin’s face. Dustin started slowly moaning at the sight of Jake’s power, but Jake didn’t stop there. He started intermittently squeezing his thighs lightly around Dustin’s little chest. With each squeeze, Dustin found himself unable to breathe, but Jake would let up just in time for him to breathe before the next crushing.
"Do you feel how strong my thighs are?" Jake asked softly as Dustin started to sweat. It was clear he was about to blow his lead.
"They’re.. so.. strong." Dustin panted, his arms still held securely over his head by Jake’s ridiculous strength.
Jake leaned down so his pecs were in Dustin’s face, and right as Dustin gasped in excitement, Jake began bouncing his strong pecs with incredibly speed and control. Jake was so close to Dustin that as each pec bounced back to its resting position, it hit Dustin lightly in the face. Within 5 seconds of this, Jake felt Dustin’s hot load cover his muscular backside. Dustin panted uncontrollably but managed to muster an apology for blowing his load onto Jake. “Sorry babe, I couldn’t help it.” he mumbled.
"I know exactly what you mean." Jake said as he let Dustin’s arms go and put both of his hands on his hips, sitting straight up tall. His lats were so big that they were casting a shadow over the bed. With some concentration, and without any physical stimulation, Jake blew his testosterone filled load ALL OVER Dustin’s pretty face. Spurt after spurt covered Dustin further in several layers of cum. Dustin could barely see due to all of the cum in his face, but there was no mistaking that Jake gave him a flirty smile as he said, "Payback’s a bitch."