The Bear Unleashes his Loads!

I still needed a couple of seconds to understand what was going on.

Without wanting to lose my frame of mind, however, I grabbed my cock with both hands as masturbated it as if my life depended on this

‘Uuuurrhh!! Buuuurrhh!!’ I roared, feeling my powerful muscles hardening and expanding. By my side, however, even more powerful roars made the whole earth tremble:

His voice was like thunder. I gulped, trying not to get too distracted by the immense power of the stud by my side.

Standing before that crater, my master unloaded, with his horse cock, literally dozens of gallons of spunk on the hole, which was quickly being filled with semen.

I shut my eyes and focused. Huge, thick loads of lubes abandoned my prick, and my spunk still piled up inside my balls.

My balls! Ah, I felt them throbbing like two hearts in my legs, both as big as Easter eggs and as heavy as pure iron.

I roared, and my whole body intensified the quaked on the ground. In my balls, I felt the arteries throbbing and getting bigger, transferring blood to those two powerful engines, irrigating it with all the oxygen that was needed to produce my monstrous loads.

I roared some more. And I roared and I roared all the time, knowing, however, that no matter how much I roared… I would never be able to surpass that unbeatable male, that unbelievable stud by my side

The whole field around us was like a war zone, tainted in white with our masculine juices. The constant noises of our pricks, sounding like bomb detonations, make it seem like enemy forces were encroaching on the hill, shooting their heavy artillery against us.

My master roared, unloading waterfalls of unbelievably thick lubes in that tank, making rumbling noises like a thousand firetruck hoses opened at full ****.

I widened my eyes, seeing the volume of spunk in that crater grow even more, and jerked off with absolute speed, making it shoot out gallons and yet more gallons of lubes without spunk.

«Come one!» I admonished my balls. «What are you waiting for? I don’t wanna lose to this old horse!»

Old, indeed, but with so much power in his body!

My master was a man whom the legends sang praises about: with a sixteen-inch, fully loaded prick as thick as an arm (note: not ‘forearm;’ arm!), it was safe to say he was the most endowed, powerful horse in the world.

The superman roared, ejaculating yet more rivers in the obscene cauldron below.

«Wow!» Huge jets of steam burst from that hole while my master kept filling it up with his tremendously powerful loads.

The white, scalding masses that burst from his prick had the same speed as firetruck hoses —and almost their same width.

«For the love of…!!» I gulped while I kept jerking off and feeling my balls quickly heating up, finally throbbing with the burning desire to unleash all my potent seed.

The earth quaked harder around me, however, and I felt the crater getting deeper as my male’s semen weighed obscenely inside it.

My master, see, was the biggest man in the universe. So big and potent, in fact, that his semen alone weighed something on the ballpark of a hundred pounds the gallon.

A hundred pounds! The gallon! And that male, oh, he didn’t nut a mere gallon alone!

He roared. For every roar there was a strong jet lasting from two to seven seconds each!

Sometimes, his prick gushed out a full gallon in a single wad! Some other times, the jets were still thick, and mighty impressive: one and a half, one and three quarters, two gallons at once!

And in the rare, but fantastic times when his prick completely lost control, it hardened like never before, getting covered with powerful, thick veins, and then it expelled some three gallons in one single, full, gorgeous release.

The supermale, making all the earth quake and my own body to lose balance with the power of his gushes, filled that crater with about twenty to fifty pounds of seed per second! His prick throbbed and came in a way I never thought possible.

Completely humiliated, I decided not to look much longer to that bison in the shape of a man, or my inferiority complex would never let me cum as powerful as I knew I could.

‘There’s no way to compete with him. It’s over.’ I realized, though still masturbating and crushing my giant, heavy balls between my legs, whose powerful thighs stimulated them with unparalleled aggressivity.

I roared, feeling veins all over my body multiplying. My physique was a vascular monument like no one had ever seen in all of mankind —even in all of animal-kind!

Weighing about 300 pounds in normal conditions (or 400 when I’m loaded with spunk), I’m literally as heavy as an ox, yet much more intimidating with my 6.7ft-tall.

I roared. My muscles grew and hardened and swelled while the horizon seemed to get lower before my eyes.

No wonder: I was literally getting taller. Every time I came, thanks to the swelling of my muscles, I always gained some three or four inches more, easily surpassing the 6.9 feet, sometimes hovering above seven feet of height.

Even more powerful roars interrupted my thoughts, preventing me from being too proud with myself. The roars grew louder. It’s as if my master wanted me to feel bad with myself!

Though I was big, he was bigger. Not just in cock, but also everywhere in his massive body, so tight and ripped he seemed as healthy as I was at the tender age of eighteen!

‘Oooorrh, you cocksucker!!’ He screamed with even more power, making the trees in the forest around us quake. ‘I’ll show you who’s Alpha here, you silly boy!!’

And, to my total dismay, he aimed his prick high and unloaded a ferocious jet, which rose so high that the eyes could barely see it, falling on distant trees of the forest: splaaaarrshh!!

My chin was on the floor. My hands stopped caressing my prick for a second as so as I witnessed that monstrous load cover an immense area of the forest, some fifty yards ahead of us.

My master kept moaning while his prick kept cumming, shooting long threads from the trees down to the crater at his feet, which he filled up again. ‘Uuuurrhh!!’ He roared! ‘Uuuuurh!!’ He roared and ejaculated even harder.

I was broken, but not to the point of giving up already.

‘Holy fucking shit, man!’’

The crater was already filled with a hundred and twenty gallons of stud seed. At two hundred, it would overflow, yet still I was willing to give it my modest contribution.

Squeezing my prick even harder, I jerked it off at least eight times a second, shotting loads of lubes so strong they left my prick in a straight line.

I roared powerfully, though way less intimidating than my master stud. My layers of lubes fell over the man’s thick, potent spunk.

He then proceeded to bury my lubes under his heavier seed. ‘Little boy!’ She shouted.

That giant exposed just how little and frail I was before him. He was about 6.8ft-tall in normal conditions, but amidst all that ecstasy he easily reached the 7.3-feet and beyond!

His right hand jerked his prick off at least six times a second, much more firmly and powerfully than mine.

I heard the coarse noises that left that penile aberration and I gulped, knowing there was nothing in my body that could possibly rival those monster loads.

His eyes shone as I witnessed loads as thick as toothpaste leave that prick. His jets were literally wider than a well-endowed penis, easily getting to half the girth of my own cock, if not a bit thicker.

«G-god! G-god!!» Feeling the throat hurt thanks to how much I gulped, I still kept fighting, still kept working to finally release my own load of spunk in that deep howl.

Sadly, with great dismay, I witnessed my master’s broth fill up the crater much sooner.

The super male roared. I saw his eyes glistening thanks to the incredible pleasure and heat that rushed through his body.

His prick was more rhythmic and controlled. The super male had finally started to get tired, but before he considered himself satisfied, oh, he would cum everything that crater could hold –if not much more.

‘My god!! Holy fuck...!’

The male looked to me with an unmistakable smirk of superiority in his face.

‘Better stop looking at me, young man, if you want to make your little penis spill out anything other than water.’

‘Ooohh!!’

And he laughed at me, focusing again on the crater, which was filled with a hundred and fifty gallons of his seed.

I lowered my head and reluctantly obeyed, trying to prevent that display of superiority from beating my ego.

I was the seconds, thickest, largest man on the planet, yet that male made me fill minuscule —even with my own horse cock!

I roared. And for an instant, my sight blurred and my head lost consciousness.

Booom!! I felt my titanic balls throb, sending more formidable loads of lubes out.

My jets complemented the loads my master ejaculated, but were quickly buried under his new, hotter ones.

I knew my balls were very close to releasing my seed again, but it was already too late.

I screamed so more. And my balls throbbed accordingly, with the number of veins and arteries basically doubling in my sack.

‘I’ll show you!’ I exclaimed, with my gritting teeth. ‘I’ll show you, your horny old fuck!’ And I jerked off at least ten times a second.

With one hand freed, I grabbed my sack and masturbated my balls until they acquired enough strength and power to unleash all their heavy seed.

My sack swelled like a balloon, with the spunk flowing so thick inside it’s as if I had toothpaste for spunk.

‘Uuuuurrrhh!!’ Steam came out through my nose hard, my whole body burning at over 80ºC! ‘Uuuuurrhh!!!’

‘Poor little man!’ He provoked me. ‘So you haven’t managed to cum in time! Ooh, I think you lost your mojo, little boy. Uuuurrrhh!!’ And an even more obscene load was shot up from his titanic prick. ‘Your master has managed to fill up everything!’

Looking down, I witnessed in horror as that bison of a man filled up the hole with his superb seed. The monster roared and his prick ejaculated about three gallons per wad.

The level of sperm quickly rose: a hundred and eighty gallons!

A hundred a ninety! A hundred and ninety-five! A hundred and ninety-eight…!

‘Son of a bitch!’ I saw when his spunk reached the edges of that crater and spilled out everywhere, building a lake that quickly enveloped my feet.

That man was a god! Much more than a mere human, he was a mythical creature with the same power as a heard of two hundred or three hundred bulls, holy fucking damn!

‘Oh sh...!’ I shut my eyes and focused, oh, I gave my best to make my own prick come.

If I couldn’t fill up that tank, at least I could try and cover that bison’s seed with my own.

I didn’t notice it at the time, but my master was giving me admiring looks, seeing how the sun reflected on my abundant sweat, enough dripping sexual heat to fill up a whole bathtub.

‘Gorgeous physique you have, my boy.’

For some reason, I almost came instantaneously when hearing that bull’s outstanding voice. I held back my jizz, however, trying not to cum at his command, but indeed on my own terms.

‘And yours are not much worse, old man.’

I felt the bison flexing his abundant muscles at mu side.

‘If I wanted, you daring stud, I could kill you with a slap.’

‘Fucking… oorhh!!... shit!!’

Damn it! He knew I was on a blasting point! That voice...! That heat...! Even with my eyes close, the image of that super male burned in my head like amber on an bull’s loin.

‘You...!’ I clapped back furiously. ‘I’m still gonna beat ya!!’

And he replied with only a gentle left and a few smooth words:

‘Maybe. But’ll take a sweet, long time, baby.’

My balls hardened. That super male could clearly see them hopping within my sack.

He stepped closer, whispering straight to my soul”

‘I know you’re jerking off while thinking on my body.’

‘I know. No need to worry. I lead women to multiple orgasms just by letting them see my body.’

‘Holy…!! Ooorrh!! Fuckingsshiiit!!’

Without realizing, I was jerking off about five hundred times a second… if not harder!

‘I know you wanna jerk off to me. There’s no way not to.’ Boom!! The male flexed his muscles, making his body grow absurdly harder and taller over mine, pulsating with a threatening aura, almost a burning masculinity! ‘I’ve fucked over a hundred and fifty thousand women… and over forty thousand guys too. Sometimes, I can’t resist fucking a good ass.’

My god! I couldn’t stop feeling his jets of spunk by my side! The guy had been coming nonstop for over five minutes... and still he kept going!

‘The men throw themselves at my feet. Huge and muscular men, with over 200, sometimes 250 of pure muscles, all of them great sex machines on their own right, straight manly men who still can’t resist the temptation of my body as soon as they lay their covetous eyes on me.’ He smirked. ‘I know, Renato. I’m used to this.’

It didn’t help keeping my eyes shut, for the image of that stud was engraved in my head like a sun.

My balls throbbed so ferociously that one could hear their pounding from afar: boom-boom!! Boom-boom!! I felt my own ass being assaulted by these balls, which hopped u and down in between my legs.

My masculine juices started filling up the innermost chambers of my body, quickly filling my glands and reaching my urethra.

Over two hundred thick veins and arteries covered my cock —which, at that point, was literally harder than a pillar of steel.

I felt that man’s words stimulating my balls like a pair of hands, and he was indeed penetrating my ass with his hard, ungodly thick fingers!

‘Maybe all that you’re needing, young Renato, is a little help.’

‘Shut up! Oh, shut up, shut up, old man, shut up!’

But he didn’t. In fact, he did something that would ravish my soul and turn my spirit to powder.

With his insanely muscular, almost monstrously huge body, she stepped by my side and moved his hand closer… to the middle of my legs.

‘Maybe all you need... is this.’

And he grabbed my balls! My mind exploded immediately?

And a second thing burst with it: my prick, my cock, my supreme dick coming insanely a load I wouldn’t have been able to produce during a whole week before that.

Anyone at dozens or hundreds of miles away would swear, indeed, that an atomic bomb had exploded.

Even might sight, turning white, gave off the impression that a huge nuclear blast has exploded there, between my thighs.

But no: it was just much prick, my horse cock which, in a fraction of a second ejaculated sperm so hard that it went up to the trees of the forest ahead, some hundred yards away from us.

‘God. Fucking. Damn it!’ My master spoke, I’m not sure if ironic or admiring… or both.

I have no idea of how much my master ejaculated in his first nut. I had my eyes shut all the time, and the notion of time was completely distorted on my head, where a single second of cumming felt like whole years.

My master later would say that I have ejaculated for “seven” unbroken seconds.

‘Yeah, Renato!!’ I heard his voice by my side, sounding so distant, just echoes in the ether. ‘Cum!! Cum for your old man to admire all your milk, all the power of your prick!’

I came, yes, for what it seemed to be an eternity, until I was awakened by a violent **** which seemed to explode inside my own body: BOOOOOM!!!

At that time, I didn’t know what had happened, but I could feel my master grabbing me by the shoulder and pulling my body back, preventing me from falling on the deep puddle of spunk before us.

His powerful hand grabbed my shoulder, sinking his fingers in my trapezoid. God almighty, what a firm touch! The guy wasn’t joking when he said he could rip a limb off with a single slap.

That was the most powerful touch I had ever felt in my life —and I was a phenomenal mountain of muscles and virile power, damn it!

Only later, stepping back from the scene, I could understand what had happened.

My first ejaculation had ended and my second was only starting, and the transition between the two ejaculatory states was like a violent, almost deadly thermal shock all over my body: booooom!!!

In a single instant, I felt all my body burn and my organs cook as if literally there was a bomb exploding in my stomach and replacing all my blood with acid.

Still cumming like there was no tomorrow, however, I opened my eyes and let the strong light of that clean, blue sky nearly blinded me, while all my body suffered now from a cold sensation —ice replacing fire in my guts and filling my veins with shards of glass.

‘Holy fu-!’ By my side, I could hear the now impressed appraisal of my master, who nodded approvingly when seeing the tremendous jets I was coming.

A single jet, to be precise: though that first ejaculation had stolen my senses, the one that followed it was too concrete and real for me to miss. As soon as my sight adjusted, I looked down and…

‘Fuck…!!’ I didn’t say much else, quite frankly, for the explosions bursting from my hips crushed my guts and stole my voice away. My own eyes almost popped out, in fact, so great was the orgasmic intensity that swoon over me.

My power was so great, in fact, that my prick was kept constantly and fully aroused, pressing against my abs and my pecs as it nearly came its jets straight at my chin.

For every passing second, in fact, I needed to push my prick down and keep the jets in a n arc trajectory until the forest; otherwise, I risked killing some bird or maybe even hitting some plane in midflight, or at least to crack my skull with the sheer **** of my nuts.

And what a nut, my god, what an ejaculation never before seen in a young body such as mine!

My jets kept flying in an arc until the forest ahead, reaching as high as eighty feet! That was obscenity!

‘Good, good! You’ve got a lot to grow, my apprentice, but you already show yourself to be a potent, puissant, very obscene little stud!’

I tried to resist, but I couldn’t deceive myself for too long: those words gave me an immense hard-on!

So huge, in fact, that they interrupted my second nut and hastened my third one, and my penis blasted with the collective load of two nuts simultaneously.

Closing my eyes once again, I felt my body fill with lava as soon as my prick blasted a third sequence of white, masculine magma, being produced endlessly by my swollen balls, my huge, scalding eggs.

This third ejaculation was slightly less intense, yet it still shot all the way to the forest, where the trees were completely painted in white: sblaaaarrsshh!!! The spunk splashed all over the greenery, tearing the branches and shaking even the largest, mightiest of trunks.

‘Wow!’ My master whistled, admiring my power. ‘Well, well. Aren’t you a powerful horse, huh, young man!’

His sensual voice acted like a hot milk, a delicious ambrosia to my prick; more and more obscene loads of spunk complemented my ejaculation, which reached 15 seconds of length.

My prick then cooled off and… booooom!!! Ejaculated a fourth load of spunk! And a fifth, and a sixth, and a seventh…

My head was in the clouds; my heart and my guts, down on my balls. As my prick ejaculated towards the horizon, I felt all my spirit being gushed out with my tremendous jets, like I was literally emptying myself though my prick, becoming a sorry miss of spunk and orgasms from inside.

The feeling, however, was indescribably marvelous; I was orgasming at every second, and at every second my prick throbbed harder and more powerfully, increasing in thickness and the intensity of my jets.

I shut my eyes and felt my titanic muscles throb like harts. My body produced heat like a sun.

‘Amazing, young man.’ My master complimented be, consuming my beautiful muscles with his hungry eyes. ‘Truly impressive.’

I managed to reply, feeling more and more powerful waves of heat consume my body.

From the sixteenth ejaculation onwards, my jets began to weaken, but that didn’t mean they were anywhere close to being “weak.”

I roared to the clouds, literally cleaning the sky with each powerful scream I gave. And my prick… bluuuuuuuursssh!!! The explosions from my prick created blast waves which whipped the soil like wheels of a massive, mining truck.

When I finally managed to reopen my eyes and see all that was happening around me, I was coming for the twentieth or twenty-first time feeling my balls throb still as if I had an infinite cauldron of spunk to unload.

More than cauldrons, those two Easter eggs I had for testicles produced real pool for every second, nonstop, visibly swelling and throbbing after every pump.

With my eyes almost popping and bleeding with so much pleasure and pressure, I looked to my side, and what I saw made my ejaculations intensify for the next five salvos or so.

I had to step back and set my feet firmer on the ground so as not to fall off. By my side, my master was still coming!

The arrogant old fart, releasing steam through his nostrils, smiled as he realized he was being watched. ‘You’re looking at your old master, stud?’ Another thick jet of spunk emerged from his prick. ‘Maybe you’re looking for a little bit of inspiration, huh? Ha, ha, ha!’

I gulped. That cocky humiliation from my master made my prick ‘hiccup’ a little; I spent some three seconds not coming, and then I released jets even stronger than the ones before.

And still... booom!!... what amazing jets those were! I easily shot at over two hundred feet after my thirtieth, and even after fifty ejaculations I was still shooting at between twenty and a hundred feet of distance.

That constant pressure over my prick took its obvious toll on my body, which became even more impossibly large and ripped as all the water in it evaporated.

And the pressure, my god, what pressure!! The pressure of those explosions was… “aaaaarrrhhh!!!” …a maddening thing!

My master kept coming and nutting heavy loads of about half a gallon each when he turned his face to me and said:

‘Your prick is purple.’

And I looked down with terror, seeing that all my prick had turned into a huge purple mushroom.

‘God...!!’ Shocked and dumb, I could only instinctively squeeze it even harder. ‘Aaaaarrrhh!!!’

The helmet of my prick swelled to the point that not even two hands could envelop it completely. The creature was so obscenely huge that it even competed with my balls in size.

‘Ooooorrrhh!!!’

And the pain, ooh, heavens, the pain was tremendous! My prick seemed to ejaculated with greater strength as it became more beat up and ravished, and its sensibility had increased so much that I felt the sperm running like blades, indeed, like sharp knives by shot out through my urethra.

The veins sprawled over my cock like huge industrial ducts, channeling about a third of my blood just to feed that titanic monstrosity of pure sexual power and manliness.

Unlike me, my master kept coming elegantly, his spunk jets spraying the deep sink in front of my feet, brimming with so much spunk that it now formed a twenty-feet wide lake around my feet.

‘I don’t think you should have come so hard.’

‘Aaaaaheee!!’ And I could count my heart beat from the tip of my prick.

‘You’ve been holding back your spunk for too long just to show off, and now you’re coming just like a rocket.’

‘I dooooon’t… aaaaaaheee!!’ I couldn’t speak, for the **** that ravished my prick also split my skull in the middle, like a dry cookie.

The male smiled, admiring the girth of my mortal instrument.

‘It’s an impressive feat, young man, but also a dangerous one. You shouldn’t try these sexual techniques at such a young age.’

‘Oooorrhh!!’ And I came! I came and I came and I came, nutting my heart out through my prick.

‘You need to be at least 25 five and weight some four hundred pounds before being able to withstand so much power.’

I gritted my teeth and stood at the tip of my feet. The fire burning in my chest was only less intense than the jets which left my prick —over eighty and counting!

‘And I suppose… oooorh!!!’ I gathered all my strength to surpass the pain and face my arrogant giant, ‘you’ll be the one to teach me! Oooorrhh!!’

The male smiled, still cumming with his dick in head, jerking it off like it was nobody’s business.

‘Of course. If you’re willing to learn.’

‘Ooooorrhh!!’

‘If you’re humble enough.’

‘Oooorrhh, ooooorrhh, ooooorrhh!!!’

My male lifted an eyebrow as soon as my prick shot, in quick succession, three orgasmic bursts everywhere.

It was no exaggeration to call those shots “bombs,” for the semen that had accumulated at the tip of my prick was so voluminous that it literally exploded like fireworks.

My gigantic master shut his eyes as soon as those humongous projectiles hit his body. When he opened them, he saw his own muscles covered by my delicious, tasty broth, which was glued to his skin thanks to its amazing consistency.

‘Horny little stud, you are!’

‘Oooooaarrhh!!!’

‘You come with my voice, don’t you?’

‘Gooooaarrh!!!’ As much as I hated to admit, my prick became even harder and hurt much more every time my tutor spoke —and he knew that all too well.

Smiling and cumming all the time, he again moved closer to me.

‘It’s perfectly natural, Renato, for a male to want to submit to another Alpha. It’s in their nature to recognize and respect the superiority of an Alpha male.’

I roared and came with even greater strength, agreeing with him.

The male gave another step, and I couldn’t move. My penis had come over a hundred times by that point, yet I felt I had much more juice to give.

It was nothing compared, of course, to my master, who at that time must have been coming for over three hundred times, unloading truckloads from his prick that had totaled some two hundred gallons of virile broth.

‘I understand that you think you’re the world’s biggest stud, but I’m here to show you how much bigger the world is; much bigger than your vain philosophy can understand.’

‘Gooooorrrhh…!!’

‘I’m here to show you…’ And he turned his prick to me, ‘what a real male truly feels like.’

‘Gooooorrrrhh!!!’

Immediately, I felt a absurdly thick gelt over my engorged, almost bloodied prick, and once I looked at it I saw that my master was shooting his load on it.

‘Master!!’ I protested. ‘You...’ My head went to the clouds. ‘Yoooou...!!’

But the bear whistled to me as if I was a baby, soothing me as he unloaded his heavy juices over my genitalia.

‘Hush, hush, young man. I’m here to help you. Set your pride aside and feel your master’s broth! The delicious juice of your master curing your hurt, worm out cock.’

The old man’s jets were sufficiently weak to be ejaculated without forming long, arching trajectories in the air.

‘Aaaarrhhh!!’ I roared, but a strange energy swept my body, as if a bunch of icebags had been laid all around my genitalia.

My master’s thick, heavy spunk had a medicinal effect on my prick: with just some ejaculations, totaling about a full gallon of semen, the painful throbs of my engorged helmet had disappeared, and its dark smudge started to recede.

‘What… oooorrhh!!! Is this?!’ And before he could answer, my body was taken by a ferocious gush of cold wind.

My prick kept ejaculating –not for the 110th or 115th time—but my jets didn’t go farther than eight feet.

When I realized, I had come over two hundred gallons of sperm, which was at least enough to attract some respect out of my master.

The mature young man, however, kept showering my prick and my balls with his semen.

‘Yeah, yeah, young bull. Feel yourself get better with my fluids.’ And he looked at me in the eyes with a big smile, wider than two big mouths. ‘You know, young man, that I’ve already shot this wonderful load on a sick woman and she was cured?’

‘Cured? Ha!’ But I still asked: “cure of what?’

‘Cancer.’

My prick ejaculated hard once again, sending a pasty broth over twenty feet away.

‘What??!’

My master nodded humbly.

‘I’ve already cured cancer with my spunk. Other twenty gals, in fact, had their cancer recede and outright disappear after I shot my load in them.’

‘Twenty women?!’

‘Yes. And that just the ones with cancer. If taken all sorts of illnesses into account, well, I guess I’ve ‘treated’ about a thousand women with my load already.’

My eyes widened even more:

‘A thousand women… you cured…?!’

‘With my sperm, yes.’

I shot loads as far as thirty feet away successively. I was burning just for hearing him brag about his sexual puissance.

‘That cannot... aaarrhh!!... be true.’

‘But it is. Flu, pneumonia, salmonella… all sorts of illnesses you can think of, I’ve already cured in my girls.’ And he winked. ‘My spunk is more than aphrodisiac; it is also medicinal, you see.’

‘Fuuuck…!!’ But I immediately shut up as soon as I received a powerful jet straight in my waist, drenching all my left.

‘You too will get this powerful, young man, with just the appropriate amount of training.’

My eyes burned with passion all while my hips were consumed by sexual heart.

‘You are…?!’

But, as if trying to purposefully shut me up… bluuuuuursshh!! The super-male ejaculated another handsome, obscene load in my hips, forcing me to step aside so as not to lose my balance.

‘Aaaaarrrhh!!!’

That spunk was hot. Hotter than hot, it was scalding! My master raised a hand to my hair, fondling me while we came.

‘Don’t you worry, Renato. I’m gonna show you all that I’m capable of. First, let’s treat this hurt prick of yours.’

‘Oooorrhh!!’ My legs shivered. ‘Ooooorrhh!!’ My whole body unraveled, almost falling down.

‘You ain’t learning anything with your prick like this, all busted.’

‘Aaaahee!!’ I came. ‘Aaaarrhh!!’ I moaned harder and harder, surpassing the mark of a hundred and fity ejaculations.

Some five minutes later, however, my prick finally soothed and softened a bit. My master, however, kept nutting. Damn! He must have come over four hundred gallons by that point.

‘That’s it, my young stud. Your treatment is about to get done.’

‘Oooorhh!!’ I roared. ‘Uuuurrh!!’ I puffed.

Only then I realized that my master, with his other hand, was caressing my tremendous muscles, feeling the marvel and the perfection of the body I had so strenuously trained with a brutal routine of exercises.

His eyes glimmered in pure tension; there was no denying his attraction for me, not my attraction for him.

‘Master...’ My thick lips whispered, but that gigantic male, catching me off-guard, shut my mouth with a French kiss.

His tongue devoured my should, and his hand fumbled all my body, running down my muscles and enveloping my prick, caressing and fondling me with all the firmness and dominance of a male who knows the map to any woman’s heart!

‘Don’t you worry, young man.’ My master whispered in between kisses. ‘I’ll take charge from here.’

And, with my prick still throbbing, I let my body be taken by his powerful tongue, which went deep towards my heart.

That wasn’t a metaphor.