Look at these fucking pecs!" He flexed them and waves of muscle rolled through them. Pumping fuckin' huge weights, and feeling my body expanding. He stood back and started posing, talking all the while. My own 7 inches was hard as a rock and bobbing up and down in anticipation. It pushed the front out and threatened to break through from the sheer weight of it. His cock was encased in a pair of worn briefs. This man was HUGE! His shoulders were wide and striated, veins snaked into the hair on his huge pecs and down over his 28" biceps. Then he took off his sweaty work shirt and I saw the expanse of his chest and shoulders. Show me what you can do with them." Scott led me into the bedroom and I stripped for him. A real fuckin' stud fuckin' your hot throat.
I'm gonna show you what a real man feels like. My hands couldn't fit around his wrists let alone his incredibly huge biceps, which he tensed and flexed for me. I unbuttoned his shirt and felt his rock hard abs, covered in the same silky hair. All of it." My hands roamed inside his shirt, running my fingers through the bushy hair that swirled over his massive pecs. "Nothing like a muscleman to make love to, huh? Feeling the power in my fucking guns. His hot tongue was halfway down my throat. "Let's forget the beers, okay?" He grabbed me and pulled me to him. Once inside, he led me into the living room. We drove to his house, a little bungalow with a couple of cars in the drive. His hardening cock was snaking down his pant leg. Look at that." He glanced down at his crotch. Strong as a fucking bull! Feel this arm." He let go of the steering wheel and flexed his huge arm. Woah! You must be really powerful." I was getting hard and covered my lap with my knapsack to hide my growing erection." He grinned back, "Yeah. As I passed him my heart raced, and I did my best to avoid looking right at him. It was him! He was locking the gates and getting ready to go home. As I approached, I noticed they were closing the gates. Later that day, I walked back by the construction site hoping to get a glimpse of that superman. How much I'd love to feel the power in his arms and chest as he bent iron bars and fucked my brains out with his muscle cock. I was so hard I thought I'd cum right then, but then the business got back to normal and I left, thinking about this powerhouse and how much I'd love to service his massive muscle. He tossed the bent beam off his shoulders across the yard and the guys cheered. There he stood with one of the beams across his shoulder, the tattered shirt exposing his massive hairy pecs, and a growing bulge in his dirty jeans! He walked around for a minute with the beam across his shoulder and then - He bent it in two! All his power bent a fucking steel beam over his traps! His power and strength was superhuman! This god of a man was huge with rock hard muscle and a confidence that was completely sexy. He slowly let most of the beams down and his shirt buttons popped with the pump he was getting. The sleeves on the foreman's shirt ripped open as his arms flexed with the weight of the beams. All the guys watched in amazement at this show of pure power. The foreman held the beams over his head and rested them on his shoulder. The other guys gathered round and cheered the strength of the foreman. He caught the beams in his bare hands and they never hit the ground! I started to get hard seeing the power in this man. Quickly the foreman reached up, and I couldn't believe what I saw. Just as the foreman was walking under them, I heard a loud snap! The cable broke and the beams started falling to the ground. There was a crane attempting to lift several big steel beams - they looked like they weighed a couple tons. I was struck by his macho attitude as he strode around.
He was giving instructions to the other guys who jumped to attention at his command. The biceps bunched and flexed as he moved, and his back was amazing - thick and muscled. Soft brown hair billowed out from the top of the t and his arms were enormous! He wore a T-shirt that hugged his massive frame and jeans that fit snugly over his huge thick thighs. He had sunglasses and a thick bristly mustache with several days growth of stubble that looked like the beginning of a beard. He wore a yellow hard hat that fit tightly over his short, brown curls. He looked to be about 45 years old with a weathered face. But there was one guy who seemed bigger than the rest.
Younger and older, most of them huge with bulging muscles from all the hard labor. Hunks all of them and sweaty hard-working men. I was walking by the new office towers going up and stopped for a moment to watch the guys.