What It Means to be a Man

Paolo sat on the big couch in my living room like he owned it, and immediately I saw his massive, colossal body test the strength of its frame, sinking in the couch as if somebody had dropped a tank on it.

He was big. Big. Big. Oh, god, BIG!

Moreover, I saw his bulge more clearly than before.

"F-fuck..." I whispered while my heart raced.

That thing was not big. No.

That thing was not huge. No, no, no.

That thing was... was…

"Gigantic, man." I gulped. "Your cock is fucking monstrous!"

The giant man purred, a gentle smirk growing on his face.

I approached him. He was completely, completely relaxed... but he made it even more so relaxed, melting further on the couch like a mountain of butter and spreading his huge, impossible-to-describe thigh to flaunt his manhood more overtly.

That thing fell.

PLOMP!!

It fell loudly between his huge legs.

God, that man was literally as big as an ox! The couch was always cringing and creaking as he merely sat there, completely still; his mere breath enough to send rippled across the floor and every other surface in the room: Wroooom! Wroooom! Wroooom!

As he spread his legs out further, I saw the mass of his cock and ball fall lower.

PLUMP!!

His giant testicles fell first. Oh, god, they were like two iron balls full of heavy cum! They sounded loud, so loud and deep when they fell, the right egg first, the second ball next, and then the lower half of his titanic breeding machine came with it, a rope of solid meat I was sure would split any woman in half – and soon, it would split me!

"God damn... man!" I gulped, looking at his insane bulge as the black shorts held it inside still, contained like a beast in a cage, away from my prying eyes.

The thing throbbed along every inch, its biggest veins visible even from a great distance.

Pump. Pump. Pump.

I approached that monstrous manhood while feeling – literally feeling! – its heatwaves hit my body with every pump.

That beast of a man growled deeply with his breath. I felt its vibrations as I got to the couch and then, shivering a little, sat beside him, still keeping it cool, still pretending like I had any say there, and that I was anything but his WORTHLESS BREEDING BITCH.

"You're solid muscles, man," I uttered, still trying to sound cool, like a bro. "I'm... shocked by how big you are."

"Big in what sense?"

His voice was deeper. I thought it was impossible for it to get any deeper, but there it was: deeper and deeper still.

"Fuck, man. Your voice..." I blushed. "God, you sound like such a bull."

He gave me a stare with those deep, light-blue eyes, and then moved the muscles of his chiseled jaw to utter, dead cold: "I am a bull."

The monster cock throbbed more powerfully between his thighs. And that's exactly how it throbbed: POWERFULLY. Not just "strongly" or anything. POWERFUL was the only word to describe, and I was starting to get afraid of that animal.

"You scare me, bro."

"I know. I scare any man or woman – until they know me." He flashed his handsome smirk. "Until I make them cum."

He reached out to me. He touched my shoulders with his incredible hands.

His fingers were as thick as salami or sausages. Fuck, immense bastards!

He crushed my well developed shoulders like they were nothing. I winced and growled as he touched me, making me hurt a little with even his lightest touch.

"Fuck, man, you're too fucking powerful." I said, and he merely kept looking at me while advancing toward my thick and veiny neck, wrapping his giant fingers around it and making my heart take leaps. "You can fold me like paper, and I'm incredibly strong."

"That I can."

"You don't even take anything, do you?"

He smile even wider, a light thread of surprise beaming in his huge, huge face. "How do you know that?"

"I just know." I winked and gulped. "I'm all natural myself and... and…"

"Real knows real."

"Yeah." I blushed. He was gently stroking the big artery in my neck while tapping the tip of his knee against mine. I looked at his leg and noticed how his kneecap was literally twice as large as mine. "Even though you're so much bigger, so much more powerful..." I gulped again. "There's no comparison."

"Yeah, bro. That's why I like you."

He lowered his hand to my enormous pecs and fondled the upper side of them. An innocent gesture, but one that nonetheless brought an audible gasp from me.

"I never met a man as huge as you. Always the biggest, hungest guy everywhere I went. Still am, of course," he chuckled.

I felt the pulsations from his chuckles stirred the cum inside my big, swelling balls. I had widen my legs a little to give my huge nuts some breathing space. Got, they were blazing!

"But you're so big you actually caught my sight. That's why I wanted to train you." He fondled me more tightly around the neck. "I wanted to see how much bigger you could get, and you didn't disappoint me, little bro."

"T-thanks."

"You stammering?" He grinned. "You scared of anything."

"I'm scared of you."

"Why?"

I held my breath when I saw his colossal muscles instinctively flex on their own.

"Because you're huge. You're a god. You're a fucking giant, and not even with all the juice in the world I could ever match you." I gulped again, very nervously. "Fuck, man, you can cause me so much pain and I can't even do anything, you know? You're..." I reached out to him with a hand. "You're just too powerful. Too much of a god. Fuck, dude, you're such a god."

I looked again in his eyes as I touched his colossal pecs with the tips of my trembling fingers.

"I want to make sure you know you are a fucking god."

"I know this very well."

"I know, but... no one really tells you this, do they?"

His hand stopped moving over me. I pulled my hand back, trembling as I feared having disrespected him for touching him without permission.

Still, I continued: "I'm a dude, you know. I'm a real man. I only ever fucked chicks and all, so I don't wanna give you the wrong impression…"

"Hmm. Hmm."

"... that I'm a sissy or anything." My eyes surely looked dreamed when I turned them to him, not helping the words I was saying, sure. "I'm a man. I'm a real fucking man, so take it from me when I say that... I get it." I gulped. "No woman ever really treats us guys like we want to."

I looked at him. He was curious. Invested. His face clearly begged me to keep talking – and I did:

"No woman really pleases us, you know. They don't get being a man. They man and cry, they call us gods and whatnot when we fuck them..." I smirked. "And I fuck them real good. I squirt my semen inside of them and breed them with strong, powerful babies." I groaned. "And they calls us gods and daddy and whatever, but... they don't really get it. Not really. They don't say the exact words we want to hear, 'cause they don't understand what being a man is all about."

"You're right." Though his voice remained intimidatingly deep, his tone was friendlier and more brotherly than ever. "What is it all about, huh?" He smiled. "Being a man?"

I locked eyes with him. "Power."

The word rang ominously in the room, echoing the powerful pulsations of his ever-engorging, thickening god.

Fuck, I knew the dude was hung but... holy shit, was that an actual HORSE COCK he had between his legs?? Like, dude was IMMENSE! He clearly had TWO FEET of monster cock tucked in his giant shorts....!

But I digress. He looked at me, and his expression had changed: he was a bit surprised and relieved, as if somebody had finally read his mind.

I continued: "Being a man is all about power. Dominance. It's about being bigger than others, and the biggest, strongest ever. It's not even about chicks, as these come always with power."

"Hhhrm. Hhhrm."

I looked at his pecs. Intimidatingly huge!

They were ripping through the fabric of his shirt, threatening to pop the buttons that held it together and shoot them at my head like bullets.

I was mesmerized by the size and obvious hardness of them. His nipples protruded from the shirt, vastly bigger than my own.

He had strong and thick nipples, like the tips of thumbs, whereas mine were "only" as big as the tip of pinky fingers.

I gulped. I continued: "We want to be more powerful than the next guy, and then more powerful than any creature on Earth. We want to scare off bulls and horses with our manhood." I looked back up at his eyes, but got trapped in his immense, wet lips. "We want to big bigger than horses and shoot loads like elephants."

"Uurhm!"

"We want to fill buckets with our thick sauce and then fecundate millions of bitches with them. We... we want to be gods! And being god means having the biggest monster cock and the biggest, hardest muscles."

"Uuuuuurhm."

"There's nothing else to it. We want POWER – and power is only and always a physical thing." I reached out back to him. I didn't touch him, though. I didn't dare. "Power is only in the body... and our big, big, solid muscles."

He didn't say a word. He was pleased.

Someone finally got him – and this someone was me.

"You know one thing?" I asked.

My giant blonde shook his head lightly. Very cute.

"Every big guy likes to believe they are the biggest, the strongest. Every Alpha male likes to think he is god... but they're all wrong. We're all wrong." I looked at him more earnestly. A tear flowed down... or so it felt. "There's always a bigger guy... and this guy is you."

The monster became more serious. A deep hum echoed in the room. It seemed to come from his muscles themselves; from his pecs, which trembled like the woofers of a big stereo system.

Brrrrrrrmmmm!! Brrrrrrrrmmmm!! Brrrrrrrrrmmmm....!!

I looked at him. "Paolo?"

He looked deep... deep... deep at me. "Yes, dude?"

I gulped. I licked my lips. "You are god."

I made sure he knew I meant every word I said.

"You are god. You are literally the biggest, strongest, hardest, most powerful Alpha bull in the entire world – and I know this, 'cause I spent all my life being this guy. And then I met you."

My eyes…

His eyes…

Soon to be a single pair.

"I am big, powerful, and a billionaire. My muscles are huge, all natural, almost solid thick like titanium, and my balls are basically superhuman."

I spread my legs further, finding resistance in one of his immensely thicker, immeasurably larger and more muscular leg, like a tree trunk made of steel.

There, I grabbed my giant nuts, which were big enough not to fit on my hand; not both of them. My eggs were vastly bigger than even the biggest chicken eggs, closer to the size of pears, but still quite smaller than ostrich eggs – which appeared to be HIS eggs! His god-like, cum-gallon-holding nuts!

Truly grapefruit-sized nuts. My nuts were about the size of grapefruits, though slightly larger, and so, soooo much heavier.

He saw the shape of my nuts under the foot-long snake bulging on my jeans.

He dropped his lower lip. He was impressed.

I was a kid next to him, but still…

"Big guy. Big, big bro," he uttered, 'cause he was please finally meeting a man with a manhood somewhat closer to his!

You know. A man who didn't just feel like a little, literal child by his side.

A man more equal to him. A man whose words he would hear and heed, if not necessarily respect.

A man whose praise was worth a damn, 'cause this praise carried the weight of TWO BIG FAT NUTS in his hands!

And my praise was just that – hence why he listened to it and became so much obviously HOTTER because of it!

"I'm such a perfect Alpha stud it's almost unfair to any other man. Almost pitiful, you know." I gulped. "And I'm nothing next to you. Like... nothing. I'm less than a worm."

He just kept purring and groaning…

"Man... you are god. You are as big as Apollo. Bigger than Zeus..." I gulped. My hand hovered close, so close to his giant pecs! "And I must worship you." I gulped again. "Real knows real. Stud recognizes stud – and the lesser stud bowls to the bigger one."

"The Alpha male."

"Yes. The Alpha god." I bowed. "Please, god, let me worship you." I gulped.

This wasn't really what I meant – and he knew it.

And I knew it too, damn it, so I said it again straight, and with a higher-pitched voice, almost like one of his thousands of bitches moaning, begging him for his big, white c-

"Please, god," I blinked like a whore and looked up at him like a puppy. "Allow me touch you."

Silence.

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And silence.

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And…

"Take off your shirt."

He uttered, and his wish was my command.