Erotic Stories

World's Strongest Man

By Bullet Tits

After watching the "World's Strongest Man" events on TV for years, I decided it
was time to attend one myself.  At this event my favorite strongman, Marko, from
Finland would be competing.  Marko weighs in at about double my weight of 180.
He is only I in his mid-20's, but has managed to defeat huge men from all over
the world.  I confess -- I hero worship him.  Seeing him compete and win is a
huge thrill for me.

After the final event, with all the press and fans crowding him, I decided I had
a few minutes to work my plan.  I desperately wanted some piece of clothing, a
jock strap perhaps, belonging to my hero.

With great care, I was able to open a window and enter his hotel suite.  I had
just found what I was looking for when I heard a sound and looked up to see the
man himself entering.  I was face to face with Mighty Marko !  He did not think
it strange that I was in the room.  In fact, from his broken English, I came to
understand that he was expecting me to help him shower!!  Of course, a man that
massive could have some trouble washing his back, shoulders, glutes, and legs.
His flexed arm was the same size as my waist, so flexible he was not.

The awesome strength events had obviously worn down my giant a bit.  I had to
help him out of his soaked, rank-smelling clothes which clung to his huge frame.
At the same time, I quickly threw off what I was wearing and stepped into the
large, stall shower to set the temperature of the water.  I collected soap, bath
gel, shampoo, and a couple of large loofa sponges.  He stepped in with me and
luckily the shower stall was extra wide.  I had a minute to take a good look at
his girth.  He had curly blond hair on his head and no other body hair except a
thick blond pubic bush.  Nipples two-inches wide, very pink and somewhat
protruding jutted off two pectorals of mind-blowing size.  His pecs, I reckoned,
were about as large as my buttocks !  His arms, 24 inches around, hung like two
hams at his sides.  The neck size I guessed at 20 inches.

Before I could get a look at my Viking's private parts, he turned around.  I
grabbed soap and sponge and began a slow and thorough scrubbing of his wide
shoulders, neck, and back.  I then dropped down to his calves wondering how far
beyond 20 inches they would measure.  His Herculean thighs were still twitching
from his earlier efforts:  pulling a big truck against the other strongmen.
When I began to soap up his gargantuan, muscular ass I was so turned on I
thought I would shoot a load.

Then, to my amazement, the Nordic strongman bent over, lay his hands against the
shower wall, spread his colossal legs and thrust his glutes directly into my
face.  I continued to soap his crack and when I tried to cup his genitals
between his thighs, I found it nearly impossible with one hand.  He looked to be
endowed like a fucking barn animal and he was beginning to sound like one too.
In my filthy mind, I was screwing him with a huge dildo and he was loving it.
All of the other strongmen were watching and masturbating.....just fantasy--back
to reality..........!!

									       He
suddenly turned around to face me, nearly dislocating my jaw with his
wrist-sized dong which swung like a loose canon.  I rose to begin soaping his
arms, his mighty chest with the pink "stop-light" nipples.  He liked this
action:  grunting, expanding his ribcage, flexing his breasts for me as if they
were just a pair of pumped-up melons.  I used the scratchy side of the loofa
sponge against his sensitive nipples and watched his growing arousal as the nubs
began to elongate, swell and harden.

He pushed me down toward his thrusting genitals.  I had so often fantasized
about seeing him perform his feats of strength totally in the nude.  Now I was
holding his turgid fuck pole with both hands and wondering if this would bring
him to a climax.

" My Balls !"  he shouted and I went for them, pulling and tugging, slapping and
twisting the heavy, pear-shaped baby-makers.  I could see now that he liked it
rough and could take it like only the World's Strongest Man could.  With greater
force I abused his swinging testicles as if I could take them off with his jock
strap as another souvenir.  I watched as his huge arm moved up and down his
thick tool.  He was masturbating for ME, I thought, and when he did begin to
blow his pent-up load right into my face I could not hold myself back.  Our
cries united in filling the shower stall and possibly adjoining rooms for all I
can remember.  I know I'll be attending next year's World's Strongest Man
competition!