Meet the Big Guy - Part 3 (Patreon)

After a few moments of silence, Kevin’s grin grew wider as new playful thoughts flooded his mind. He clicked his tongue softly and slowly turned around to approach Johan. “You know,” he said, resting his hand over the big guy’s massive pec. “I think you’re overdressed.”

Johan looked down at himself as if the idea had never occurred to him. “Oh.” The thin string tank barely covered anything of his chest or broad back. “Am I?”

Kevin snorted. “That thing’s barely doing anything. My brothers are already shirtless, and you’re over here pretending that the tank top counts as clothing.”

“Hey, it does count,” Johan said, smirking and pressing his pecs together just for fun. “What do you guys say?” he asked, looking at Mitch and Mike.

“Oh, they won’t mind.” Kevin rolled his eyes. “They’ve always been comfortable about not wearing shirts anyway.”

Mitch and Mike didn’t speak, only stared, so stunned that they barely blinked.

Johan looked back at Kevin, grinned, and then started pulling the tank off. The motion wasn’t as simple as it would’ve been for a normal person. His shoulders rolled first, shifting outward as he lifted his arms. The straps bit deeper where they were half-buried between the muscle before he hooked a finger under one and tugged it free with a soft snap.

The twins gasped at the sound, but Johan barely noticed. He pushed the fabric down instead of up, working it slowly over his chest and dragging it lower as it stretched and caught between the hills and valleys of his immense torso. Each slight motion made his chest lift and settle, almost spreading forward even more once nothing was covering them—not that the tank top had been doing anything anyway.

Kevin moved even closer, smirking and pressing his hands more firmly into Johan’s pecs. “See? That’s better,” he whispered, spreading his fingers across the tight surface as if testing how much it gave under his touch. “Much better.”

Johan took a deep breath, leaning forward slightly as he removed the rest of the tank top from his lower body. “Yeah. It feels great.” He winked at Kevin and flexed his whole upper body in a quick, most-muscular pose that made the twins wince.

Kevin could barely contain his laughter at his brothers’ reaction but focused on carefully worshiping Johan’s muscles for a second. “Damn, you’re distracting, big guy,” he said, smiling, but turned to get back to the counter. “You better be careful, or I’ll end up burning our food.”

“It happens more often than he’d like to admit,” Johan said, looking at the twins, who were still unresponsive. “A few weeks ago he burned his pancakes only because I was trying to put on shorts and he came to help.”

“The pancakes weren’t that bad, and you literally asked for help,” Kevin replied slowly.

The distraction didn’t stop him from working, though. He kept moving around the kitchen, grabbing things, shifting trays, reaching past Johan whenever he needed to. And every time, he touched at least one part of the big guy’s body. Sometimes it was light—resting a hand at his waist to move him aside or brushing a finger at his side. But sometimes the contact was longer and more playful—a hand pressing into the massive chest or squeezing a muscle as Johan flexed it on purpose.

The big guy responded to every bit of it without even thinking. He moved when Kevin guided him, turned his body to make space, and adjusted his stance so Kevin could move around him more easily. When Kevin pressed into him, he leaned slightly into the touch. It didn’t take long for it all to escalate into something else.

Kevin reached past Johan again for something on the far counter, and his hand slid across the big guy’s side. But instead of stopping at the waist, it drifted higher, pressing his fingers into the underside of one pec to squeeze it firmly. Johan’s chest reacted instantly, lifting a fraction, tightening, and making him gasp. Kevin smirked but continued as if nothing had happened, clearly used to the playful interactions.

The twins noticed how the teasing seemed too familiar to Kevin and Johan. They didn’t say anything, but their attention sharpened as they watched every small movement.

“Angle,” Kevin said without even looking as Johan moved again, tapping the big guy’s side with the back of his hand.

Johan turned a little, and it triggered a slow and hypnotizing motion through his entire body. His chest moved first, then his shoulders, and then the rest of him caught up. The shift in position made his pecs lift and settle again, making them look heavier than before.

Kevin looked over his shoulder, watching. “Yeah,” he said, turning around and reaching out again to press both hands into Johan’s chest, pushing inward. “Hold that,” he said, briefly looking at the twins to see their reaction.

Johan did as he was told, tightening his chest where Kevin had pressed, firming his pecs as his shoulders rolled back slightly. The effect built on itself. He lifted his arms a little, making his biceps swell, and his forearms bulge as his hands flexed unconsciously.

“Damn it,” Mike said without thinking, reacting as his mind processed the sight.

Kevin ignored him and walked around Johan again, moving his hands across Johan’s arms, chest, and back, squeezing and feeling the muscle jump under his grip. “Turn a bit more,” he added. “Put on a little show for the audience.” He gestured toward his brothers.

Johan smirked and shifted again. His pecs suddenly pushed outward even more, looking so full and heavy that they nearly lined up with the counter’s edge.

Mitch gasped and leaned forward without meaning to, clearly pulled toward the big guy.

Kevin let out a low whistle. “You’re gonna knock something over.”

“I won’t,” Johan said, adjusting his stance to avoid making a mess, as if actually thinking about the space around him. “I’ll be careful.”

Kevin kept moving around Johan as he worked, touching him every other minute as the big guy kept following instructions that turned into more flexing and posing. Each new position displayed more and more how much mass was stacked into the already imposing frame and how it moved—leaving the twins speechless.

At some point, Johan’s lats spread as he turned, unfolding behind him until the kitchen felt smaller again. His back filled the room so much that both twins stepped back without realizing it, as if suddenly understanding that the big guy needed more space for himself.

“Okay, that’s insane,” Mike finally said, shaking his head and immediately realizing that he had said it aloud. “I mean, I’m just analyzing, you know,” he added quickly when Kevin looked at him with a grin.

“Right,” Kevin said, chuckling. “I’m sure my big guy appreciates the analysis.”

Johan relaxed for a second before flexing his pecs again under Kevin’s touch. His pecs pressed together, but one side brushed against a cabinet, making it rattle.

Johan froze. “Sorry.”

“Told you,” Kevin laughed. “You’re fine. Just—less enthusiasm.”

“Okay,” Johan said, nodding slowly.

Kevin smiled, and his hand dropped lower without hesitation, softly caressing the front of Johan’s shorts. The fabric was already stretched tight, outlining everything, and Kevin’s fingers pressed in to tease Johan’s bulge as he moved by. Johan shivered at the touch, and his hips moved forward a fraction before he even realized it. The fabric tightened more under Kevin’s touch as the big cock stirred slightly, but he kept moving as if nothing had happened.

Behind them, Mike folded his arms across his chest, flexing as if he needed something to hold onto. Mitch swallowed hard, looking away for a second before snapping right back. They didn’t say anything but didn’t stop watching either.

Meanwhile, Johan reached out, pulled Kevin in, and lifted him off the ground.

Kevin laughed, pressing his hands more firmly into Johan’s chest as his feet left the floor. “Hey—put me down,” he said, but his smile betrayed his real thoughts.

Johan held Kevin close, wrapping one arm around his waist as the other slid down to his ass, gripping it firmly. His fingers spread, then tightened, slowly kneading the ass cheeks as if he couldn’t help it.

Kevin groaned softly, still smiling, and instinctively arched his back. “Oh, damn, stop,” he said, still adjusting in Johan’s hold. “You’re gonna make me drop something,” he added, but he wasn’t trying to get free.

Johan squeezed again, slower this time, then eased his grip a little but kept Kevin tightly embraced in his arms. “You sure you want me to stop?”

Kevin smirked, leaning forward to kiss Johan’s lips softly. “Put me down before my brothers have a stroke,” he said, gesturing toward the twins, who were red as a tomato, with their eyes wide open, their jaws dropped, and a tightness at the front of their shorts that not even they expected. “Behave.”

Johan chuckled, making Kevin’s whole body bounce against his pecs for a second. “I am behaving,” he said as he lowered his boyfriend back to the ground.

Kevin adjusted his clothes once he was on his feet, then immediately reached back in, using both hands to squeeze Johan’s bulge. The big guy shivered, dropping his head back and letting out a low moan that made some furniture rattle. His ass tensed, and he instinctively thrust his hips forward as Kevin’s hands dug deeper into the tight bulge.

Kevin snorted and released his grip. “That’ll teach you a lesson, big guy,” he said, looked briefly at his brothers, and turned back to the counter as if nothing had happened.

Johan stayed where he was for a second, panting lightly and reaching lower to adjust his cock and balls after what Kevin had just done. He felt his cock stiffening, and his balls felt tighter by the second—which happened every time Kevin got a little too playful. His smirk showed how pleased he was with their mutual teasing, but he decided to focus away before they lost control—as had happened many times before.

He turned to look at the twins, noticing their pale expressions of shock and the visible hard cocks in their pants. Still, he moved casually, as if nothing had happened—just like Kevin had done. “So, you guys work out a lot, right?” He asked, gesturing at the twins’ bodies.

The question finally snapped the twins out of their shocked states, but they still had to pause for a few seconds to regain their composure.

Mike blinked, caught off guard, but his arms loosened from where they had been locked across his chest. “Yeah,” he said, trying to sound cool about the question. “I mean—”

Mitch nodded beside him, trying to focus on Johan’s face, but his eyes kept dropping toward the massive bulge. “Yeah, we do.”

Johan nodded, playfully flexing one arm for the twins. “What do you train the most?”

Mike hesitated for half a second, then straightened a little. “Upper body mostly. Shoulders, arms—you know, chest.” The last word came out quieter than he meant to as he reconsidered what a chest workout actually looked like given how big Johan’s pecs were.

Johan nodded, moving a little bit closer to inspect the twins in more detail. “Your shoulders look really good,” he said with the kindest voice. “Like, you can see everything separate. That’s hard to achieve. I’m impressed.”

Mike froze, but straightened his posture a tiny bit, his chest lifted slightly, and his arms tightened as if he didn’t know where to put them anymore. “Oh, thanks.” His face looked warmer again as a faint red blush spread across his skin.

Kevin looked over his shoulder just in time to see it happen and couldn’t help but smirk.

“And you,” Johan continued, turning to Mitch and looking lower. “Your legs look really strong. Like you could move a lot of weight with those.”

Mitch swallowed, absentmindedly sliding his hands down his thighs and pressing his fingers into the muscle as if he needed to feel it. “I—yeah. I train my legs a lot.”

“I can tell,” Johan said, smiling a little. “You both look really great, to be honest,” he added. “Maybe we get to work out together some time?”

Mike and Mitch nodded without hesitating. “Sure,” they said simultaneously, almost jumping forward before adjusting their stance to pretend they were fine.

Kevin laughed as he turned to look at them, clearly enjoying the moment. “I had never seen you getting so excited about something. Are you sure you are okay over there?”

“We’re fine,” Mtich said, a little bit too quickly, though his voice wasn’t steady.

Kevin tilted his head, studying them for a second, then looked back at Johan, who was still standing there, seemingly unaware of the effect he was having.

Kevin’s grin widened. “Really? Because you look like you just got hit with something.”

“We didn’t,” Mike replied, lifting his chest and trying to look composed.

“Sure,” Kevin said, moving closer to press his hands into Johan’s chest again. “You don’t think any of this is weird?” He asked, and the twins couldn’t respond. “Or hot?” He added, noticing how the twins were trying to look away. “I’m honestly surprised by how you’re reacting. I mean, you don’t say anything, but your pants tell another story.”

The twins stiffened for a second, then looked down at the same time, finally noticing that the outlines of their semi-hard cocks were visible. They looked at each other, then up at Kevin, blushing even more than before, and slowly stepped back to exit the room in silence.

“That was rude,” Johan whispered.

“It wasn’t,” Kevin replied, leaning in to kiss Johan’s chest near the nipple. “Going away for a moment will help them calm down,” he added, playfully kissing the big guy’s nipple. “You seem to underestimate the effect you have on people, big guy.”

Johan shrugged innocently. “It’s not like I’m doing anything that I wouldn’t do any other day,” he said, wrapping his arm around Kevin to hold him tight.

“That’s the point,” Kevin said, kissing Johan’s areola. “You look as hot as ever. You look as big as ever. And my brothers can barely keep up with any of it.” He laughed, slowly moving away. “Let them get a break while dinner is ready. Let’s feed you, and then we’ll see if they survive the rest of the day.”

The counters were already crowded before Kevin even started plating anything—stacks of burger patties under foil, bags of buns piled beside the toaster, bowls full of chopped lettuce, onions, and tomatoes, packages of cheese fanned open, strips of bacon waiting to hit the grill outside, trays of marinated potatoes, giant bags of chips torn open, and enough soda lined up to stock a small store. It would’ve looked excessive if Johan hadn’t been standing in the middle of it all, making it look like it wasn’t enough.

Kevin flipped patties, checked potatoes, and stacked burgers with one hand while the other kept teasing Johan’s body without thinking. All along, the big guy followed every touch instinctively, leaning into it and grinning when Kevin got a little distracted.

By the time dinner was ready, the twins had calmed down, but Kevin was ready to tease them some more. Mitch and Mike were used to big meals covering the table before disappearing fast because they always ate a lot to fuel their bodies. But what they saw when they approached the dining table seemed enough to feed a whole neighborhood. They looked at the food, then at Johan, who was already sitting at the table, and swallowed hard in surprise.

Kevin only smirked at their reaction, set a plate in front of Johan, and gestured to his brothers to take a seat. “You weren’t invited, but I guess Mom would get mad if I don’t feed you,” he said, already building a second burger for the big guy. He moved in close, patted Johan’s chest softly, and lifted the first burger. “Open,” he commanded casually.

Johan followed the instruction, and Kevin brought the burger up for him to take a massive bite. “It’s delicious,” he said after swallowing.

Kevin smiled like that was exactly what he expected. “Yeah,” he said, already lifting it again, guiding another bite to the big guy’s mouth. “There’s a lot more coming.”

He kept feeding Johan piece by piece, adjusting the angle so he didn’t have to lean too far, turning the burger so the next bite would hold together. His other hand never left Johan’s body, brushing his fingers over the jaw as he chewed, or moving lower to caress the pecs. He squeezed there, kneading the muscle while Johan kept eating, feeling it tighten under his touch. 

He didn’t wait for Johan to reach for anything. He kept building the next burger with one hand while holding the current one with the other, alternating between feeding him and preparing more. He guided everything to him, lifting drinks and tilting the bottle so Johan could take a long swallow before going back to the food. Every time Johan finished something, Kevin was already there with more, bringing it straight to his mouth.

Mike and Mitch stared at the scene for a moment, stunned at their interactions. Then they started eating and tried to keep up at first. They built their burgers, grabbed chips, and loaded their plates, eating how they normally would after a hard workout. Something deep inside them still wanted to turn dinner into a competition, but the more they tried to follow Johan’s pace, the more they realized that it was a hopeless attempt.

The twins had just begun their second burger when Johan was already on his fifth, and Kevin was assembling another without slowing down. The amount of food that should have filled anyone else barely seemed to register on him.

“Dude, how the fuck—” Mike said at some point, reaching for another handful of chips and watching Johan devour another burger like a vacuum.

Kevin didn’t even look at him. “You’re on plate two,” he said. “Relax.”

Mike snorted, trying to focus on the food again, but the scene was still distracting.

“You’re still hungry,” Kevin said after a while.

Johan hesitated for half a second, like he was about to be polite, then nodded. “Yeah.”

Kevin smiled, visibly pleased. “I know.” His hand pressed into the center of Johan’s chest again, kneading the flesh for a second before going back to the food.

By the time Mike pushed his plate away, he was so full he had to lean back, rubbing his middle and groaning softly. Mitch wasn’t far behind, even arching his back to adjust to the incredible tightness in his abdomen. Meanwhile, Johan was still eating just as eagerly as before.

“Are you serious?” Mike asked, shifting in his chair in clear discomfort.

Johan looked up, chewing. “What?”

“You can’t be hungry,” Mitch responded, breathing a bit heavily.

Johan swallowed, then nodded. “I’m always hungry,” he said, lifting one arm to flex his bicep. “A body needs some fuel to function, you know.”

Kevin snorted and kept working on feeding Johan until he finally slowed the pace as the last tray emptied. Johan leaned back a little, breathing deeper and looking satisfied.

“Not full yet,” the big guy said, looking at Kevin.

Kevin smiled. “I know. I’ll make more later,” he said. “But first, you need to relax.”

Johan nodded. “Okay.”

Kevin turned and headed for the living room. Johan took a deep breath and slowly stood up to follow his boyfriend. Mike and Mitch hesitated for a second and then did the same without even talking about it, almost as if they didn’t have a choice anymore.

In the living room, Johan approached the couch, which looked sturdy until he came closer, as Kevin gestured for him to sit down.

“Oh, hold on,” Kevin said, stopping him right before he sat. “You’ll be more comfortable if we get you out of these.” He reached lower and hooked his fingers at Johan’s waistband.

The big guy didn’t question it and relaxed, letting Kevin handle it like this was routine. Kevin started pulling the pants down, but the fabric didn’t cooperate as it stretched tight over Johan’s hips, caught across his massive ass. The material dug in like it didn’t want to move, the seams strained, and the fabric thinned before Kevin changed his grip and worked it loose. The pants eventually dragged lower, scraping over the thick bulge at the front and stretching so tight there that it outlined everything beneath before slipping past it.

The twins couldn’t look away. When the pants dropped far enough, they saw the blue jockstrap underneath, making them stop cold. It was clearly custom—thick elastic bands pulled tight around Johan’s hips and disappeared around his ass, vanishing beneath the volume of his cheeks. The pouch at the front was stretched to its absolute limit, pulled taut and glossy, and bulging outward so much that it didn’t make sense at first glance.

Mike’s mouth went dry, and Mitch didn’t even blink as they stared at the heavy bulge, which left nothing to the imagination. The shape of Johan’s balls was unmistakable—each one the size of a basketball, and resting atop them was a thick cock that seemed at least 14 inches long and completely soft. They tried not to look at it and not think about it, but it was impossible to ignore something so big.

Kevin kept going like none of it was new. He worked the pants the rest of the way down and tossed them aside, then reached for the jockstrap. “This one too,” he said.

Johan grinned, and the twins turned pale as their hearts beat faster with anticipation.

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