I woke up alone. Enrique had left a message on my phone, saying he went to buy some stuff for that night. I decided to go out to run and exercise myself, just to empty my mind. I needed some time all by myself.
When I got back, near 1 pm, Enrique was at the apartment. He had bought drinks, food and some clothes, which he wanted to show me. He unpacked two jockstraps he had brought to satisfy Max, ropes ("maybe you guys can tie me"), lube and soccer uniforms that we were supposed to wear later. Max also wanted to compare sizes, so Enrique also bought a tape measure and a ruler.
"You fuck me first tonight, because... you saw what Max does..." He sure had many intentions. I asked about the uniforms and he replied, "Well, I was inspired by the story Ander told about Lorenzo and jock stuff. You will be great in it."
I seemed a little bit infuriated about the whole situation. "Are we on good terms?" Enrique asked. I didn't know.
He continued: "I think I like you even more now. We are discovering our true selves. Together. Let's take a shower and get rid of this sweat."
I was taken aback by his reaction. We entered the shower and he started to kiss me violently, directing my hands to his ass. He soaped me, massaging my big muscles the same gentle way he always did, but now with an admiring look. We didn't have sex, but spent the afternoon together.
When the night came, Enrique and I dressed in the sports clothes he had bought. Enrique chose them for someone his size. My thighs and ass were thicker than his were, so the white shorts were almost ripping from the pressure. Although I had thought I would feel myself wearing a costume, I definitely looked good. The shirt fitted really good, highlighting the biceps and the pecs I were proudly packing.
We both went upstairs, to the terrace area. Enrique was tempting me, but we also wanted to save the moment for what could happen that night. Although strangely aroused by the recent memories of Max's giant cock, the idea of bottoming did not please me. But I knew I had to see it again.
Drinking with Enrique left both of us in a relaxed, easy-going mood. One hour later, when Enrique's phone rang and Max announced he had arrived, I was less scared than before.
With his beard and hairy chest, Max looked older than he was. He was wearing a baggy pant and a tank top where you could read "Top who tops tops." He expressed confidence and arrogance in a natural way. Rodrigo, the Venezuelan bodybuilder, was 37 years old. He was a construction worker and had a smooth look, which contrasted with Max's lumberjack appearance.
Rodrigo was also stunning like a muscle god: broad shoulders, barrel chest, eight-pack abs, narrow waist, sinewy arms. His upper body was almost as impressive as his legs and ass. He seemed to know that his ass was his best feature: his gym shorts contoured perfectly his juicy big bubble butt, drawing all the attention to that. He also had amazing lips. It seemed all his holes were made to be fucked. He was wearing a white shirt which some would consider small for the size of his muscles, especially on the chest area. He also wore a leather collar where you could read Maximillian.
Enrique and I loved Rodrigo. He was free-spirited, bold, and gentle and had a contagious laughter. He was very submissive to Max, whom he addressed as "Master."
The weather was perfect. It was going to be one of those summer nights, with the ideal amount of breeze. As night went by, Rodrigo became a little bit drunk and revealed to me the obvious: that he and Max roleplayed as if Max were his master.
The story was this: Max was into authoritarian stuff and he played along. Rodrigo had been in love with Max's cock since day one. He told me Max liked to impress men and women with it. Rodrigo could not have sex with other men, but he had to see his German Master fucking other men butts and even some women. "He is such a dominant man," he assured. "He told me he is going to fuck us three this night. Honestly, you and Enrique are the hottest couple he introduced me to."
"Thanks," I just said.
"What I want to ask you is... if you could convince Max to let you fuck me. He told me you also top and that you have a big cock."
I was so shocked by it, I didn't even react. However, the night would be full of surprises. I was saved by a message coming to my phone. It was Lorenzo. He was downstairs apparently. "Are you guys having a party? I am here. I need to talk to you. Ander is not coming back."
I told them one of our friends was downstairs. Enrique hated it, thinking Lorenzo's arrival would break the mood. Max and Rodrigo, on the other had, were sure it could be another hole for Max to destroy.
Lorenzo was in his room. Surprised by seeing me in sport clothes, he gave me a spontaneous compliment. He told me he and Ander had a conversation and decided they would take separate ways.
"Things were not good for some time. Sex was just not great. Ander could not handle me. He always asked me to stop and the sex ended up with him giving me a blowjob. And you know, just like you... I love ass."
Lorenzo explained to me they were in good terms. Ander wanted to see me in four days. But he asked to be all by himself for a while.
I had no choice but to invite him for the party upstairs. Seeing myself in soccer clothes, Lorenzo decided to put on the uniform of his favorite Italian team. Rodrigo, who had not seen him yet, could not close his jaw and stared directly at his huge package. Max, on the other hand, full of himself, kept an eye on the Italian's butt.
At 8 pm, there were five of us on the terrace, drinking and eating the things Enrique had prepared: meat and good salads. It was so hot that Max decided to take off his shirt and everybody else followed. We looked like a pack of gym rats.
When Max and Lorenzo met each other, everybody could notice the start of a rivalry in the air. As we were all chiseled and muscled, they had the only thing that stood out: a huge impressive and proeminent package. This distinctive feature was made obvious when we took a pic together. Besides the skin tone and hair color, the only thing that was marking a huge difference between us five was the fact that two of us had a cock so big that no gym, food or drug could make someone achieve.
Looking at the picture, Enrique gathered us to propose something. "Well guys, I've been looking at your biceps and I honestly can't remember being around so many guys with big arms at once. So, I propose a game. You seem all tough, why don't we do an arm-wrestling game? I am really curious to see who would win it. Rules are: we spin a bottle, the two chosen wrestle.
I really liked the idea. Testosterone was on peak, everybody wanted to fuck, and a game of male dominance and assertiveness would be the ideal starting point. Being strong myself, I also thought it could boost my confidence.
1st round was Max vs Enrique. The two studs sat face to face. My boyfriend never looked so hot, his veiny biceps pumping. But the hairy stud showcased his strength and dominance over Enrique, pinning his arm on the surface in 30 seconds.
2nd round was Rodrigo vs Lorenzo. This one was easy for Lorenzo. His big arm and roughness distracted the Venezuelan and he lost in less than 10 seconds.
