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You open the door into what is quite a spacious room, simply but tastefully decorated, not overly elaborate but classy and high quality. The large bathroom are to your left obscures your view of the main part of the room, and you take a few steps forward so you can see how big the bed is. You drop your key card in shock at the sight you're greeted with. Standing between you and what looks like a king-size bed is a godlike bodybuilder who seems too impossibly perfect to be real. He is the pinnacle of masculinity, all of his muscles absolutely massive and yet perfectly proportioned and in balance with one another. His astonishingly full, rounded pecs are covered with a smattering of soft, furry looking hair, which trails its way down an eight-pack of abs to a very impressive bulge in the striking blue speedo he's wearing. This king of men is also incredibly handsome, and despite being so powerful, so muscular, so tall, and so stunningly handsome, he flashes you a sincere, warm, friendly smile that completely disarms you and melts your heart in a single instant.

"I'm s-so s-s-ssorry," you stutter. "I don't know why my key card let me into your room. I didn't mean to disturb you. Please forgive me."

"This isn't my room," replies the man. "If the key card opened the door then it must be yours. Room 69, right?"

"Yes," you say, very taken aback. "But... if it's my room then what are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you," says the beautiful, impossible muscle god standing larger than life before you.

"Waiting for me?" you ask incredulously.

"Yes, and I'm sorry I gave you such a shock. I didn't realise it was your first time here."

"Yeah, it is, and honestly... I have no idea what's going on."

"I know," he says. "It's pretty confusing at first, but you'll understand soon enough. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, I guess," you reply, fully aware that this stunningly sexy stranger hasn't yet explained why he's in your room that you didn't know had in the hotel you didn't know you were visiting waiting for you wearing only a very skimpy, revealing speedo.

"Do you like me? I mean, am I your type?"

"Well let's put it this way," you reply, "the huge, muscular, unbelievably handsome stud on reception just became the second most sexy guy I've ever laid eyes on."

The bodybuilder lets out a deep, booming belly laugh that's incredibly arousing and also infectious, and you smile and let out a little laugh too.

"Wow, you sure know how to compliment a guy. I think we're going to get on great!"

"Okay," you say.

"Listen, I could try to explain what this place is and how it works, but it's probably too much to take in all at once. All you really need to know is this. In this hotel, we get invitations. I received an invitation to come to your room. We've been matched up, and the matches are never wrong. We're very well suited to each other. I come here because I love to be worshipped. Nothing gives me more pleasure than to be truly appreciated and know how much pleasure I'm giving just by sharing my body with someone truly deserving of enjoying it. And I'm guessing that you love nothing more than to worship huge muscle men like me."

At this point, in this intimate, crazy, impossible setting, you decide to just let down your guard and be completely honest about something that you tend to hide from most people, thinking that they won't understand. But this guy not only gets it, and not only seems to be offering to let you worship him for free, but he's a thousand times hotter than anyone you've had the chance to touch for even one second at the gym or on the street, flashing a quick bicep flex and allowing you to feel it briefly. This man is your ultimate fantasy, and you're going to get to touch a lot more than one bicep from the look of things.

"I do," you reply simply. "I've always loved it. Ever since I was a kid. I love muscle. I love it so much. There's nothing I love more in this world. The look of it under tight-fitting clothing, the look of it when the clothing comes off, the contours, the shapes, the way it feels so firm and full even before it becomes so solid when it's flexed. You're my ultimate fantasy man. I didn't even know that someone could be as sexy and beautiful and perfect as you. To spend even five minutes worshipping your godlike body will be the best experience of my entire life."

The muscle god smiles at you lovingly. "I knew I had a good feeling about you. The matches are never wrong. I'm going to give you that experience, and it's going to last a lot longer than five minutes. Come closer."

Your heart is hammering in your chest and your breathing is faster as you almost stumble towards this perfect muscle god. Now standing right in front of him, your eyes are level with his beautiful, perky nipples, which look very firm. You also notice that the bulge in his speedo is throbbing and beginning to grow. He can't possibly be as turned on as you are in this moment, but clearly he's getting off on the build up of tension and the anticipation of being worshipped by someone who will truly appreciate his body. You look up into his eyes and he smiles down at you.

"I'm yours to enjoy," he says. "Take some time exploring my body while I'm relaxed, and when you're done, I'll flex and pose for the rest of the night for you."

You reach out and place your hands on his abs. His skin is very soft, he must moisturise every day. His abs are so solid, and they feel like cobble-stones as you slowly run your hands around them. You don't spend long there, not because you don't love abs, but because you have to touch his chest. It's so huge, so broad and full and perfectly rounded. The hair on his chest as you move your hands up is even softer than you'd imagined. You teasingly trace the palms of your hands across his nipples with a very light touch as you begin to caress his truly massive chest, and he lets out a little moan of pleasure. You run your hands over his chest, and it is so firm even though he's not tensing at all. It feels like it has a permanent pump, like he's just done a chest workout. Maybe he has just done a chest workout in preparation for this worship session. No, it must be the whole upper body, everything is pumped. Hell, even his legs are pumped! You have no idea how it's possible, but you don't stop to question it. You just enjoy that chest.

"I take it you love a big chest," he says, his deep, silky voice so incredibly sexy.

"It's hard to pick a favourite muscle, but yes, if I was forced to pick, I'd probably say that there's nothing sexier on a man than a strong, full, bulging, powerful chest."

"I agree," he replies. "I love my chest. I've worked hard on it. I'm glad you love it too."

You become aware that something is poking you, and you look down to see that the bulge in his speedo has gotten so much bigger, and the huge dick inside is straining to get out, pushing outwards and pressing into your stomach.

"Sorry about that," he says. "The way you're touching me is making me so hot. This is going to be a full service worship session, if that's what you want. I'm going to let you worship every part of me. And it's not just my muscles that are huge."

You swallow hard with a mixture of anxiety and excitement.

"Would you like to worship every single part of me?" he asks.

"Yes," you reply. "I'd love that."

"Good," he says, motioning to his underwear. "In that case, would you mind if I got rid of this? It's kind of uncomfortable now that you're making me so hard."

"No," you say, "get rid of it."

"You can do it," he says. "Kneel down."

You obey his command on get on your knees. Your eyes are now level with his huge, throbbing dick. You can get an idea for the first time just how big his balls are, bulging through the material of his speedo.

"Take it down, nice and slow," he tells you.

You reach up and take the sides of the speedo in your hands. Then you slowly begin to lower it, revealing a neatly trimmed, hairy crotch. As you continue to lower it, your pull his girthy dick downwards a little, then the speedo pops down and his dick springs upwards, almost hitting you in the face. It's growing and rising, freed from the constraints of the material, and you watch in awe as it gets noticeably longer and thicker and harder until the bulging, throbbing head is pointing straight upwards. You pull the speedo down to his feet, and he lifts up one foot then the other so you can remove it altogether. You place it aside.

"You can enjoy my legs while you're down there," he says. "Just my legs, for now."

You nod obediently and begin to run your hands around his huge, bulging, boulder-like calves. They're so full and thick even though they're relaxed, and you are soon enjoying the thickest, most massive pair of hamstrings and quads you've ever seen let along experienced with your touch. His dick is throbbing and the head is very wet now, and he moans in appreciation as you caress and massage and worship and explore every contour of those perfect legs.

"Stand up," he tells you.

You get to your feet immediately.

"You're very, very good at this," he says, looking down with a piercing, longing gaze in his beautiful eyes. "I want to give you something to say thank you - but only if you want me to."

"What do you want to give me?" you ask breathlessly.

He reaches down and places his hand on the back of your head, caressing you gently, around the base of your skull, as he pulls you inwards and leans down. Your lips are almost touching, and he pauses for a moment, just in case a kiss is something that you don't want. He's so much bigger and stronger than you that he could do anything to you and you'd be powerless to stop him, yet he's still so tender and respectful. He wants to be sure that everything you do with him is completely consensual. In that moment when he pauses, you press your lips to his, and then he begins to kiss you, slowly at first, then with increasing speed and passion, kissing deeper, your lips locking, your tongues intertwining. The kiss is taking your breath away yet you can't stop. Finally, he breaks away.

"Wow," he says. "You're a great kisser too. I'm going to take you to bed tonight. Nothing will happen that you don't want to happen. But there are so many things that I want to do with you, and to you. So I'll take the lead, and you just let me know if something doesn't feel right. Okay?"

"Nothing could not feel right with you," you reply breathlessly.

"Good answer," he says with a grin. "Now, I believe you still have plenty more of my huge, powerful muscles to explore. Why don't we do my shoulders next, then you can move onto my arms, and my back... and of course my world-class, massive muscle butt."

Without hesitation, you place your hands on his massive, powerful chest again, and move them slowly upwards to the infeasibly thick ridges of his enormous traps. Tonight is already the best night of your entire life, and you're barely getting started. You don't really understand what's happening, or how it's happening, but you don't care any more.

All you know is, you're so very glad that you decided to check in at the Hunk Hotel.

Description
You open the door into what is quite a spacious room, simply but tastefully decorated, not overly elaborate but classy and high quality. The large bathroom are to your left obscures your view of the main part of the room, and you take a few steps forward so you can see how big the bed is. You drop your key card in shock at the sight you're greeted with. Standing between you and what looks like a king-size bed is a godlike bodybuilder who seems too impossibly perfect to be real. He is the pinnacle of masculinity, all of his muscles absolutely massive and yet perfectly proportioned and in balance with one another. His astonishingly full, rounded pecs are covered with a smattering of soft, furry looking hair, which trails its way down an eight-pack of abs to a very impressive bulge in the striking blue speedo he's wearing. This king of men is also incredibly handsome, and despite being so powerful, so muscular, so tall, and so stunningly handsome, he flashes you a sincere, warm, friendly smile that completely disarms you and melts your heart in a single instant.

"I'm s-so s-s-ssorry," you stutter. "I don't know why my key card let me into your room. I didn't mean to disturb you. Please forgive me."

"This isn't my room," replies the man. "If the key card opened the door then it must be yours. Room 69, right?"

"Yes," you say, very taken aback. "But... if it's my room then what are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you," says the beautiful, impossible muscle god standing larger than life before you.

"Waiting for me?" you ask incredulously.

"Yes, and I'm sorry I gave you such a shock. I didn't realise it was your first time here."

"Yeah, it is, and honestly... I have no idea what's going on."

"I know," he says. "It's pretty confusing at first, but you'll understand soon enough. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, I guess," you reply, fully aware that this stunningly sexy stranger hasn't yet explained why he's in your room that you didn't know had in the hotel you didn't know you were visiting waiting for you wearing only a very skimpy, revealing speedo.

"Do you like me? I mean, am I your type?"

"Well let's put it this way," you reply, "the huge, muscular, unbelievably handsome stud on reception just became the second most sexy guy I've ever laid eyes on."

The bodybuilder lets out a deep, booming belly laugh that's incredibly arousing and also infectious, and you smile and let out a little laugh too.

"Wow, you sure know how to compliment a guy. I think we're going to get on great!"

"Okay," you say.

"Listen, I could try to explain what this place is and how it works, but it's probably too much to take in all at once. All you really need to know is this. In this hotel, we get invitations. I received an invitation to come to your room. We've been matched up, and the matches are never wrong. We're very well suited to each other. I come here because I love to be worshipped. Nothing gives me more pleasure than to be truly appreciated and know how much pleasure I'm giving just by sharing my body with someone truly deserving of enjoying it. And I'm guessing that you love nothing more than to worship huge muscle men like me."

At this point, in this intimate, crazy, impossible setting, you decide to just let down your guard and be completely honest about something that you tend to hide from most people, thinking that they won't understand. But this guy not only gets it, and not only seems to be offering to let you worship him for free, but he's a thousand times hotter than anyone you've had the chance to touch for even one second at the gym or on the street, flashing a quick bicep flex and allowing you to feel it briefly. This man is your ultimate fantasy, and you're going to get to touch a lot more than one bicep from the look of things.

"I do," you reply simply. "I've always loved it. Ever since I was a kid. I love muscle. I love it so much. There's nothing I love more in this world. The look of it under tight-fitting clothing, the look of it when the clothing comes off, the contours, the shapes, the way it feels so firm and full even before it becomes so solid when it's flexed. You're my ultimate fantasy man. I didn't even know that someone could be as sexy and beautiful and perfect as you. To spend even five minutes worshipping your godlike body will be the best experience of my entire life."

The muscle god smiles at you lovingly. "I knew I had a good feeling about you. The matches are never wrong. I'm going to give you that experience, and it's going to last a lot longer than five minutes. Come closer."

Your heart is hammering in your chest and your breathing is faster as you almost stumble towards this perfect muscle god. Now standing right in front of him, your eyes are level with his beautiful, perky nipples, which look very firm. You also notice that the bulge in his speedo is throbbing and beginning to grow. He can't possibly be as turned on as you are in this moment, but clearly he's getting off on the build up of tension and the anticipation of being worshipped by someone who will truly appreciate his body. You look up into his eyes and he smiles down at you.

"I'm yours to enjoy," he says. "Take some time exploring my body while I'm relaxed, and when you're done, I'll flex and pose for the rest of the night for you."

You reach out and place your hands on his abs. His skin is very soft, he must moisturise every day. His abs are so solid, and they feel like cobble-stones as you slowly run your hands around them. You don't spend long there, not because you don't love abs, but because you have to touch his chest. It's so huge, so broad and full and perfectly rounded. The hair on his chest as you move your hands up is even softer than you'd imagined. You teasingly trace the palms of your hands across his nipples with a very light touch as you begin to caress his truly massive chest, and he lets out a little moan of pleasure. You run your hands over his chest, and it is so firm even though he's not tensing at all. It feels like it has a permanent pump, like he's just done a chest workout. Maybe he has just done a chest workout in preparation for this worship session. No, it must be the whole upper body, everything is pumped. Hell, even his legs are pumped! You have no idea how it's possible, but you don't stop to question it. You just enjoy that chest.

"I take it you love a big chest," he says, his deep, silky voice so incredibly sexy.

"It's hard to pick a favourite muscle, but yes, if I was forced to pick, I'd probably say that there's nothing sexier on a man than a strong, full, bulging, powerful chest."

"I agree," he replies. "I love my chest. I've worked hard on it. I'm glad you love it too."

You become aware that something is poking you, and you look down to see that the bulge in his speedo has gotten so much bigger, and the huge dick inside is straining to get out, pushing outwards and pressing into your stomach.

"Sorry about that," he says. "The way you're touching me is making me so hot. This is going to be a full service worship session, if that's what you want. I'm going to let you worship every part of me. And it's not just my muscles that are huge."

You swallow hard with a mixture of anxiety and excitement.

"Would you like to worship every single part of me?" he asks.

"Yes," you reply. "I'd love that."

"Good," he says, motioning to his underwear. "In that case, would you mind if I got rid of this? It's kind of uncomfortable now that you're making me so hard."

"No," you say, "get rid of it."

"You can do it," he says. "Kneel down."

You obey his command on get on your knees. Your eyes are now level with his huge, throbbing dick. You can get an idea for the first time just how big his balls are, bulging through the material of his speedo.

"Take it down, nice and slow," he tells you.

You reach up and take the sides of the speedo in your hands. Then you slowly begin to lower it, revealing a neatly trimmed, hairy crotch. As you continue to lower it, your pull his girthy dick downwards a little, then the speedo pops down and his dick springs upwards, almost hitting you in the face. It's growing and rising, freed from the constraints of the material, and you watch in awe as it gets noticeably longer and thicker and harder until the bulging, throbbing head is pointing straight upwards. You pull the speedo down to his feet, and he lifts up one foot then the other so you can remove it altogether. You place it aside.

"You can enjoy my legs while you're down there," he says. "Just my legs, for now."

You nod obediently and begin to run your hands around his huge, bulging, boulder-like calves. They're so full and thick even though they're relaxed, and you are soon enjoying the thickest, most massive pair of hamstrings and quads you've ever seen let along experienced with your touch. His dick is throbbing and the head is very wet now, and he moans in appreciation as you caress and massage and worship and explore every contour of those perfect legs.

"Stand up," he tells you.

You get to your feet immediately.

"You're very, very good at this," he says, looking down with a piercing, longing gaze in his beautiful eyes. "I want to give you something to say thank you - but only if you want me to."

"What do you want to give me?" you ask breathlessly.

He reaches down and places his hand on the back of your head, caressing you gently, around the base of your skull, as he pulls you inwards and leans down. Your lips are almost touching, and he pauses for a moment, just in case a kiss is something that you don't want. He's so much bigger and stronger than you that he could do anything to you and you'd be powerless to stop him, yet he's still so tender and respectful. He wants to be sure that everything you do with him is completely consensual. In that moment when he pauses, you press your lips to his, and then he begins to kiss you, slowly at first, then with increasing speed and passion, kissing deeper, your lips locking, your tongues intertwining. The kiss is taking your breath away yet you can't stop. Finally, he breaks away.

"Wow," he says. "You're a great kisser too. I'm going to take you to bed tonight. Nothing will happen that you don't want to happen. But there are so many things that I want to do with you, and to you. So I'll take the lead, and you just let me know if something doesn't feel right. Okay?"

"Nothing could not feel right with you," you reply breathlessly.

"Good answer," he says with a grin. "Now, I believe you still have plenty more of my huge, powerful muscles to explore. Why don't we do my shoulders next, then you can move onto my arms, and my back... and of course my world-class, massive muscle butt."

Without hesitation, you place your hands on his massive, powerful chest again, and move them slowly upwards to the infeasibly thick ridges of his enormous traps. Tonight is already the best night of your entire life, and you're barely getting started. You don't really understand what's happening, or how it's happening, but you don't care any more.

All you know is, you're so very glad that you decided to check in at the Hunk Hotel.