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Brad opened the door to his new gym.

He recently had to move away from his old home, due to losing his job. His friends were sorrowful to see their favorite toy leave, but he didn't have too many qualms about it. He was only, in fact, their toy, and had no real emotional connections to him. It was unfortunate that Tony had developed some serious feelings for the stallion, and he was sad to have to hurt the boy, but so it was.

It would be nice to start fresh. He had a new job, a new home, and now, a new gym. All he needed was some new friends to top it all off. And, if he was lucky, a mate.

Sadly, that was hard to come by for a guy like him. He was a stud, and he knew it. That's how everyone else saw him, though - a hot hunk meant only to breed and fuck, but not to love. He shrugged that off, though. He wasn't a pussy. He could live just fine with giving his huge cock to

those who deserved it.

It was strange how he had been to so many gyms in his life, but had yet to meet anyone like him. Sure, Rex was his size - bigger, in fact, but he was the true definition of stud: he wanted to fuck, and absolutely nothing else. Brad had only just begun to develop some signs of emotional wanting, but he was doing his best to suppress it. Stuff like that only led to unnecessary hurt, and he didn't want to put up with that. No, right now, he wanted to get big.

Which is a strange thing to say, really, considering his current size. He had examined himself in the mirror at home. After unpacking, he picked out one of his throw-away white t-shirts. It was a struggle to squeeze it onto him, but he managed to do so, miraculously, without tearing the fabric at all. He looked at himself in the mirror, clad in nothing but the shirt and some large, white boxers. He was too tall for the mirror, his body cutting off at the neck and not revealing any of his face. All he could see was his hot, muscled torso and huge, bulging crotch.

His muscles strained against the shirt. They bulged out, pecs like hills of muscle capped with two erect, dark nipples. His cut six pack was visible beneath the cloth, cobblestone muscles crunching with every breath he took. The shirt rode up his waist a little, revealing his lower abs. He extended both arms straight to the sides. They were about half the size of his legs, which was really saying something, since those were like tree trunks. The sleeves were straining against his arms, covering his bowling ball-like shoulders and only a few inches of his arms, expanding nearly beyond their capacity. The shirt was stretched enough to make the shirt nearly opaque, due to there being too much space between the threads.

He breathed in deeply, his chest puffing out, a large tear forming near his left armpit. He bent his arms at the elbows slowly, watching excitedly as his biceps took form and got bigger, and bigger, and bigger...

Riiiiip! His sleeves tore clean off, unable to handle the monsters that were Brad's biceps. "Yeah..." he groaned softly, exhaling, arms bent as much as they could go, blocked by his biceps, huge as basketballs, capped with a thick, throbbing vein.

He breathed in again, another tear forming on the other side of his shirt. Then, with a loud "hurrr!" he brought his arms down in front of him, bending over and flexing his back. Boom! His shirt entire shirt burst into shreds. Muscles throbbed with power all over his body, veins pulsating, neck thickening, skin looking as tight as his shirt was when he first put it on. Fuck yeah, he was a stud all right.

He stopped his flexing, standing up straight again. He cocked an eyebrow when the saw the tent forming in his boxers. Brad grinned, stroking his huge length through the fabric, enticing it to grow bigger, harder, thicker...

And that it did. "Mmph, yes..." he groaned, closing his eyes and picturing the hot scenes he had created for the guys back at the gym, letting his hand slip off his bulge. He cracked his eyes open, smiling wryly as he witnessed his bulge growing and growing, tenting his boxers greatly, causing them to grow super tight around his round, firm ass. He planted both large hands on his rear, squeezing them tightly and massaging them, lightly thrusting against the air. "Mmph...Rex..." he moaned, breathing more heavily now, thoughts of that hot stud coming back

to him.

Riip. A small tear formed near the middle of his shaft. He was getting too big for his shorts. His cock was bent, trying desperately to free itself. "Rex..." Brad moaned his name again, picturing all the cum he made shoot from that stud when he was fucking him. He was the real man that day - he had dominated him, and everyone saw it. He made all those guys cum buckets, with his big muscles and gigantic monster of a cock. Yeah, he knew they would be thinking about him every night they jacked off, every time they had fun with each other. He was their sex idol.

Boom! His boxers burst into shreds, falling in pieces around his hooves. "Ugh!" he grunted as his fat cock sprang out, slapping against his hard body before falling parallel to the ground, where it continued to swell and grow, only about half hard.

He grabbed it with both hands, licking his lips slowly as he kept his arms still and thrust forward slowly, but powerfully, ass clenching hotly as he fucked his grip. His cockhead kissed the cold glass of the mirror, and when he reared his hips back, a thick string of precum bridges his cockhead to the glass, not breaking even as the distance was a couple feet. It instead became too heavy, falling from the center down to the floor, where it finally snapped.

Brad repeated this process, going a little faster now, humping into his hands. Precum squelched in his grip, his entire shaft soon lubing up completely. He had to slowly expand his grip as his cock became thicker and thicker. He loved feeling it swell against his palms - feeling those thick veins throbbing against his skin as it became hard as a rock. "Fuck yeah," he turned sideways as he looked at his reflection, his cock too big for the mirror, going past the edge of it, oozing pre onto the carpet. He faced the glass again, cockhead swiping against the glass. He shuddered as he slowly bent his hips forward, his dick sliding up, up the mirror the closer he got to it. He took a step forward, afraid of losing his footing. His dick was two feet long, after all.

Up it went, his body getting closer to the glass. Eventually, he was practically hugging the wall-mounted mirror, his cock sandwiched between the cool glass and his hard, ripped body. He put his hands above it against the wall, moaning loudly as he thrust against it, covering it with his pre, knowing that his big ass was clenching hotly, with his two softball-sized nuts swinging between his muscled legs.

The base of his shaft touched the glass, and he shuddered, his cock lurching hugely and spurting pre onto his face. He stepped back, letting his cock fall in front of him. He sat on the edge of his bed, still able to see his reflection. He put one hand on the edge of the bed, smiling as he flexed his tricep, and used his other hands to press his cock against his body. He squeezed his legs, making his dick harder than before, keeping it pointed straight up. He put his hand down and bent his head, watching himself as he let his huge member slid past his open lips.

His whole form shivered visibly as he sucked, bobbing his head slowly up and down his cock, feeling the veins pulsating against his lips and cheeks, the wet head pressing against the back of his throat, soft but hard at the same time, like a balloon that was well inflated. He swallowed his precum as it oozed out like a stream. He was an expert at his now, since he had been doing it since he was a teenager.

He grasped his shaft with both hands, pumping it slowly up and down, squeezing it hard as the base and pushing the collected precum upwards, getting a large mouthful of it by the time he reached near the top of his shaft that wasn't covered by his lips. He let his balls hang off the edge of the bed, hanging low and heavy. He grasped one and lifted it, moaning as he felt just how heavy it was. Fuck, he was a stud. Who wouldn't want him?

He watched his arms bulge in the mirror as he pumped his cock, breathing loudly and heavily through his nose as he got closer and closer to orgasm. His head worked his dick more quickly, slurping and sucking loudly, jerking his cock with the movement of his head: pumping up as his mouth went up, down as it went down. He could take almost a foot of his dick when he really tried, feeling it slide down his esophagus, choking him. God, he loved that - being able to stuff his own massive fuckstick into his own throat. How much did that say about his size? He wondered how much Rex could take of himself, considering he had more to work with.

Fuck...Rex. Thinking of him against made Brad tremble, feeling that familiar sensation deep in his loins. His legs tensed up, squeezing together. His toes curled, and his lips lingered around his glans, hands slowly - painfully slowly working their way up his shaft. He could feel it quivering in his light grasp, swelling before his eyes as he looked at his reflection, forcing his mouth open even more. He was teetering on the edge of a cliff. One more move - even a millimeter of flesh provoked, and he would explode. Time stood still, as did he, pondering his next move, knowing he didn't have much time to think.

But then he thought of Rex again. Thought of pounding his ass into the ground, against the lockers. Thought of holding him above him as he fucked him, that stud sucking himself and drinking his load as Brad hammered into him, over and over.

Yep, that was enough to push him over. Brad slid his lips off his cock quickly, falling back onto the bed, eyes shut tight, teeth grit. His hands grasped the base of his cock tightly, feeling his urethra bulging outwards, cum struggling to force its way past his grip. His cock was huge. He saw it in the mirror, a purple color, harder than usual, blood trapped in it. Veins stood out greatly along the sleek, taught flesh, like small branches in a tree. Cum sputtered weakly from the tip, waiting for Brad to remove his grip.

His face twitched, his body tense and flexed. His abs crunched as he sat up slightly to look at his titanic monster of a cock - truly enormous, truly godly. He was sent to this earth to fuck, and the sight before him was proof of that.

And so he let go, knowing he was a stud, and accepting that fact. His hands flex behind his head and his hips slammed towards the ceiling as the biggest, thickest rope of cum splashed out and splattered against the roof.

"YEAH!" he couldn't help but scream, the pleasure to great, like a fire was burning inside him, like a volcano had erupted after being unstable for way too long. And like a volcano it was. Rope after thick, heavy rope splashed out with every massive throb of his monster dick. He humped the air, over and over, imagining Rex was in his lap again, fucking him senseless. He imagined all the cum that was splashing against his body was Rex's, fucked to orgasm.

He groaned and moaned, writhing on the bed - a huge form of muscle. He slid his hands down from his pecs to his lower abs, cum covering his whole body, puddling on the bed around him, seeping into the sheets and soaking them, ruining them.

He came and came, knowing he was a stud with a bottomless supply of his seed. Multiple blasts hit the ceiling at least 10 feet up, raining back down onto him. His cock swayed to and fro as it throbbed and pulsated, covering the wall behind him, covering the mirror in front of him, cum waterfalling down it and obscuring his image. His legs were stretched out in front of him, bulging quads flexing, as if sculpted and made of marble.

His head trashed left and right, obscenities and bestial, guttural moans escaping his past lips. He couldn't move, only twitch and jump as the pleasure him like a bunch of bricks being thrown one by one, with every huge spurt of his titanic fuckrod.

The last blast lingered inside him. He sat up, hunching over, trembling as he felt it trying to escape. His legs squeezed together tightly, eyes watering from the effort of containing it. "UGH!" he huffed, falling back onto the bed with a force so powerful that it shattered, falling onto the floor with a crash. If he were on a second floor, he was afraid it might have broken through. His hips slammed up into the air, his back arced in a perfect semi circle. The last shot of cum splashed against the ceiling, going on and on, audibly shooting against it like a shower stream falling onto the plastic below.

"FUCK! Ohhh GOD!" he howled, that stream of cum going and going, feeling like ages before it finally completely stopped. His back and ass fell back onto the bed in a huff, the stallion stud breathing heavily. That was one of his biggest orgasms ever. Unfortunately, though, he had just moved in, and already his bedroom was a complete mess. It had been hard enough to clean his last one well enough to sell the house, but the seller seemed gay and to enjoy the overpowering scent that crashed against his nostrils like a battering ram once he entered the room. It was an easy enough sell.

Brad had a hand on his chest, panting like he ran a marathon. He looked around his room. White spunk dripped down the walls, falling in warm droplets from the ceiling. It would look like a horror movie scene if it were red instead of white. His bed squelched as he pushed himself off of it, soaked with cum. His head spun as he stood, leaning against the slimy wall for support. "Shit..." he grunted, catching his breath.

He was shocked to see that his cock was softening, rather than remaining hard. That orgasm really did it for him. But why was it so powerful? He hadn't merely fallen over the edge like usual. No, he was pushed off of it. Thrown. Launched from a fucking cannon.

He didn't know how he was going to clean all this up. He expected to be in here tonight, chipping away at the crust walls. His mirror was ruined completely, and he didn't know what he'd do about his mattress. Being a stud sure was expensive.

Oh well. He grabbed some shorts and a large shirt that were dry, grabbed his pack, and headed out to the gym.

Brad opened the door to his new gym.