Bro, You’re a God!

I opened the door and tried not to gasp when I saw Paolo standing there, towering over me like the mountain of muscles that he was, so broad and buff that he didn't fit the door frame.

The blond giant had to turn slightly to pass through.

We greeted each other. My voice came out with a slight, trembling whimper.

Now, I'm not some passive, sassy bitch, and in fact, I'm quite muscular and hunky myself. It's just that the difference between Paolo and I was like that of a horse and donkey.

We were both males, and both Alphas in our respective spheres, but when Paolo was around, I was clearly second place – as was any other male.

His voice was deeper, his baritone more rumbling and thundering, and his face a whole lot more chiseled, manly, and even angelic.

He was the most perfect man I had ever seen – and I'd seen quite a few of them in my high-powered, high-stakes business.

If I had anything over Paolo, it was my wealth.

I often jokingly said that, if I'd put all my time into building muscles and harems, I might become more of a man, at least enough to challenge a stud like him.

All in all, I was happy with my predicament, and Paolo was quite impressed when he saw my place: a 20 million dollar penthouse at the heart of NYC.

"Damn, dude, I knew you were loaded, but not this loaded!" Goddamn, he made the walls visibly shake with his voice. Thunderous beast! "You don't rent, do you?"

"No." My eyes went up and down that man, everywhere getting lost in his piles of muscles bursting through his clothes, oh god. "It's all mine, but..." I almost gagged. "Make yourself comfortable, dude. My house is your house and all that."

"Cool, cool. Oh, I wish!"

I wasn't the only one who was loaded there.

Goddamn, that man...!

He came wearing a tight tank top and very loose, baggy sport shorts.

The tank top was huge. Probably the largest size they sold on stores – and it was still tight around his frame.

"Dude, you're massive," I blurted out, and my heart jumped harder than usual.

"Thanks bro." He pumped his arms, and I could clearly hear the fabric of his shirt tearing up as his colossal pecs bulged out, bigger and thicker than the plates of a tank's armor! "I've been buffing up, thanks to you." He winked at me.

Goddamn.

Those precious blue eyes... fuck!

His prominent, chiseled jaw…

Fuck fuck fuck fuck me, daddy!

"Oh. I'm honored."

Bro looked at me with pride – and something else in his eyes.

Can't deny. It felt good being desired by such an Alpha stud.

Fuck, is that how hot women feel all the time when they're chose by a REAL MAN??

I can't know for sure, but I bet the feeling is awfully similar.

"You're so loaded, dude. Sometimes I wish I could be more like you."

I was distracted by the ultra-hard, massive buttocks of that man to pay attention to his words and answer quickly.

"There's absolutely no need to, bro. I swear."

Overwhelmed with desire, I touched one of his enormous triceps.

Fuck, the thing was solid! Bro wasn't even flexing, but he was ripped as if his muscles were breeding more muscles while we spoke.

He felt my touch and looked back at me, and I took back my hand in haste, finding no way out of that awkward situation but with honesty:

"Sorry, bro. Don't know what came to me."

"Sorry for what?" He touched my abs through my T-shirt. "Bros like feeling each other when they're ripped."

I felt a fire spreading from my crotch, making my (pretty humongous, I gotta admit) cock twitch.

Bro lowered his blue eyes to my pelvis and clearly liked what he saw.

I was tried not to look too obvious or thirsty when I did the same to him, looking at his crotch and discovering what I had long suspected: that his penis was far larger, thicker, manlier than my own. As was everything in that man's body.

"You got the money, the chicks, and the looks, man." He clicked his tongue. I was mesmerized by how his jaw muscles twitches and his cheeks flexed, causing a flash of dreamy glimmers in his Nordic eyes.

Paolo was Nordic, despite his Italian name, which he got from his father.

"You're, like, the perfect dude." Even though he said these things, there wasn't a single hint of sadness or envy in his gravy, buttery voice.

Paolo was such a man that, even when he was surpassed by other dudes in some areas of life, he felt completely at ease at all time, a conquering god born from the finest of mankind's genes.

"It's more like you, bro." I uttered back, causing a silence to ring between us, and the air to grow thick, very thick. "You're the perfect man here. Like... bro, you're a brick house." This time, I gasped, but my voice came out very deep and thick and manly – thank god. I didn't want him to see me like a little bitch. "You're so fucking swole, man."

Paolo turned to me.

I couldn't help but step back as he assaulted my sense with all his height and tremendous, inhumane mass of muscles.

"Dude, you're so fucking huge," I uttered again, sounding defeated.

"Yeah." Paolo smirked, and I felt a string of piss running down my shaft.

Not piss. Cum.

"F-fuck..." I muttered.

I had almost cum myself watching that god's eyes glimmer, so big and blue!

The semen flowed thick and hot along the base of my horse cock. Thank god I managed to pull it all back just in time.

Dude just kept looking down a me, a good half-foot taller than I was – and I was six six!

"Hell yeah, bro. You're a pretty impressive dude. Very Alpha. I respect." He beat his enormous chest slightly with a fist. "But sorry, bro, no dude's ever beating me."

"S-sure enough." I said, I now I was visibly shaking. "You're such a god."

Again, the silence rang between us, and dude's face became heavier, even manlier, and his deep breaths became growls, his growls slowly turning to purrs and low-pitched roars.

"Uuurhm. Uuurhm. Uuuurhm."

I looked at his bulge. Dude was very soft, but his snake was already tremendous and fat, bursting through the loose shorts like a whole sack of meat.

I gulped, but stood my ground. I looked back up at him and confessed:

"You're a god, dude."

My deep voice kept things grounded. It also helped that I didn't stammer or quiver.

I kept my head high and my pecs wide. I was smaller, weaker, shorter, and less handsome than he was, but I was still a little Alpha god in my own right, and real knows real – studs respect studs – no matter the differences.

Bro didn't say anything back. He just kept looking at me with that perfect face of his.

"Like... I'm impressed by you. Humbled." My hand twitched, moving closer to his abs. "You're so much bigger and stronger than any guy in the world."

Bro smirked, and his smirk turned again into that handsome, wide, and shining smile.

"Yeah. I know this."

Paolo took my arms and fondled my shoulders. I held back my whimper and steadied my thick, well-muscled legs, trying not to tremble and fall apart under the firm touch of that Adonis.

Fuck, he was so strong!!

He was touching me so kindly, lightly, and it still hurt!

"You're built like a bull yourself. That's why I like you. Training you is humbling... in a way. Reminds me that some guys do have it all."

He winked, giving me a pat in the head, fondling my neck with one hand as if comparing the girth to his own – and how easily he could suffocate me with a single palm if he wished.

"You're six foot six, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"I'm seven two." He chuckled, and there was a lot of pride in his manly gloating. "No problem, bro. Very few people can be, like, so **** like I am."

He pumped his arms, broadening his frame into a spectacular visage of muscles.

"Fuck. Wow."

I had no words to describe how massive that man was. I was so stunned! Literally jaw-dropped before his size!

His penis bulged and bounced lively, so hot, inside those constraints of his short.

I couldn't resist it any longer. I stretched my hand forward and groped his bulging abs. There were eight to ten of them, rippling, hardening, flexing so effortlessly with all his other muscles, a symphony of power and manliness.

"Uuurgh! I you like my abs?

I nodded, rather pitiful.

"You're such a god, bro," I repeated myself. "Such a god. Truly!"

Then I looked up at him and tried to find something else to say, but the spit was slobbering out of my mouth, and my lust was very visible in my eyes – all over my face, actually, red as pepper!

"You've got kids, man?" I asked, and he seemed intrigued.

"Quite a few, I suppose, but I don't exactly keep track of them."

"G-good."

He looked back at me, his smile the widest and proudest it had ever been, and blinked slowly as he let the silence stretch on just long enough as to become mind-wrecking.

"Why do you ask?"

I answered straight: "A man like you must put many babies in many women."

"Uh, uh." He growled with every slow and sensuous nod.

"They're all hot, I'm sure."

"The babies?" He laughed.

I chuckled as well, but kept it mostly serious: "The women. They must all be stunners, mustn't they?"

He scratched his jawline, which seemed to go for miles on either end.

"They're pretty hot, sure." His smile grew. "Want to see some?"

I wimpishly yelped "Yes" as I nodded, and he took out his phone from his shorts, making me notice the shape of his two large eggs hanging lower than the rest of his penile mass.

God, he had grown even bigger!

But…

His cock was still completely soft, somehow!

"Bro, you're packing like a mule."

As he was about to show me his phone, he stopped and feigned shock. "What did you say?"

I blushed and nodded at his grotesque bulge. "I know you came here to flaunt your meat, bro."

"Oh, I did?" He laughed, and my semen almost ran again through my cock when I heard his laughter.

Not just "heard." I felt it! I felt his laughter under my feet as he made the whole room vibrate with his godly baritone – almost as if his pecs were the one's who were laughing!

"You came wearing these loose shorts and nothing underneath." I looked up at him, knowingly. "I know you came here to show off and mog me."

His initial answer was only a much bigger smile and a few naughty chuckles.

"You feeling bad about yourself, bro?" His eyes twitched down towards my jeans. "You're a billionaire and also packing like mule."

He winked, and then he gave me a little nod that seemed to say 'Good job, bro. Good job!'

And then, he said it with words:

"I can see your baby-maker going down to your knees, bro." He raised a hand and asked me to clap it. "Congratu-fucking-lations, man. You're such a beast!"

I clapped his hand, and our fists connected into a tight hug, and our biceps bulged out, tearing through our sleeves as we maintained eye contact and sort of measured each other up.

The veins in his arms were bigger than any other vein in my body. Including the main, fat one in my monster cock.

When his giant, soft bulge bounced, it caused an audible groan to rumble across the room.

"Dude, I can fucking hear your penis."

"I roars when I cum."

We took our hands away and spoke more openly to one another: "You must nut a gallon."

"I do."

The way he spoke... god! The sureness in his voice!!

He showed me his phone, and a bevy of babes shone on the screen.

"They all beg me to do them raw." He gloated, and his smirk shifted every time he swiped the screen with his thumb. "I can't do this, obviously, 'cause I don't have all this money, but when I'm sure I can breed a bitch without her following me, asking for support and such," he clicked his tongue. "Bro! I dump a gallon in their pussies, for real!"

"Fuck…"

His thumb kept scrolling and just... scrolling!

There were a hundred babes in there, already, and he'd been scrolling for just five seconds, and they were all busty and fertile, supermodel-caliber, from Asian babes to European goddesses.

That STUD truly had it all!

"You must have sired a hundred children already."

"Yeah, I must have." He gave me the phone, almost humiliating me with his cocky smirk. "You must be a daddy yourself, huh?"

"I am... though not as much as you are."

"Seriously?"

"Is this a surprise?" He glanced awkwardly at his huge meat. "You're bigger, stronger. You're much, much more Alpha than I can ever be."

"Ah, bro, thanks a lot." He patted me kindly (and a bit condescendingly as well) on my shoulder. "But I ain't rich, and you can, like, pay one thousand baby mommas, can't you?"

"It's... well, I can, but... it's still a little difficult. You know. All the arrangements."

"Sure, sure."

His behemoth throbbed in his shorts, sending what felt like a shock wave against my pelvis with every pump.

Boom... Boom... Boom…

I looked at his snake and was mesmerized, hypnotized by its sheer and obvious mass, so heavy I could feel it in my hands without touching it.

"You must break them when you fuck 'em, don't you?" I ask, my voice cracking up. "Like, your penis is absolutely enormous."

He struck his chin and answered in a calmer, more subdued manner.

"It's a problem, sure, but most of them accommodate to my size." Tsk! "It feels good entering a woman and reshaping them into a size only I can feel. Like... bro, I'm the only key who can ever open them up again." He chuckled. "Even you would feel lacking after I have them, sorry." He laughed more openly. "I respect you, bro, but chicks... they can't quite control themselves when they're next to me…"

"N-nor can any man."

"... so, if you have wives or girlfriends," Tsk! "I ask you to keep them away from me, unless you wanna get them ruined for any other man (and for you!) forever." He clicked his tongues and winked, quite the dashing beast he knew that he was! "After, like, I fuck your girl... sorry, bro, but the only thing she'll be interested in you is your money, really."

"As it should be," I said, and another tense silence (the last one of the bunch, I felt it) grew between us. "You're a god, dude... and I just feel like worshiping you, for real."

The silence went on for a little while, and I was pleased to look back at my god... and see him smiling.

"Come. Let's talk... more comfortable." He turned around and walked to a huge sofa nearby, assaulting my eyes with the sight of his two colossal, rippling buttocks. "Make yourself comfortable, little bro." He looked over his shoulder, smirking at me. "My house is your house." He winked. "And all that."

Gulping, I followed him, my hardening horse cock making a tent on my jeans.