Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2001 15:55:54 -0400 (EDT)
From: kczj@iname.com
Subject: Love Muscles 3

Author's Notes and Disclaimer: The author wishes to thank the readers who
have taken the time to send in e-mail. Kind words and feedback are always
appreciated. This installment of "Love Muscles" is dedicated to David
Buffet, who helped supply ideas for it in a conversation I had with him
recently in the Nifty chat room. Mr. Buffet's own excellent story, "Alpha
Male", is also archived here at Nifty, and I highly recommend it to you.

This story is intended only for willing readers of legal age. Any
similarity to actual persons and events is purely coincidental. It depicts
actions which the author does NOT condone, and is merely meant as a
fantasy. Play safely, folks.


III.  Richard Redux

	I screwed Tirrell with a steady deep stroke, feeling my balls slap his
taut bubble cheeks as I played with him, teasing his massive ram back to
full hardness as Richard disengaged himself and got out of the pool. I
laughed as Richard rubbed his ass and headed for the locker room, walking
a little gingerly and slightly bowlegged.
	"If you want some more, buttstuff," I taunted, "you know where I
live." He scowled and shot me the bird, stomping off. I laughed harder,
winking and blowing him a kiss.
	I turned my attention to the business at hand. Slipping my turgid dick
out of Tirrell's tight asshole, I pulled myself out to sit on the side of the
pool. He walked up to me and I grabbed the little tuft of hair at the top of
his slightly cleft chin.
	"Show me how you can suck dick with that hot mouth of yours,
stud," I breathed lustily, drawing my thumb along his full lower lip and
stroking his chin as I stared into the clear liquid darkness of his eyes. "Use
that face to make me jizz, stud. I know you're a pro." He grinned and
winked, licking his lips and grabbing the base of my cock as I hissed my
approval. He lowered his handsome head as I encouraged him with my
hand pulling on the back of his head to engage my boner with his wet
orifice. My shaft jumped and twitched, splashing a drop of precum onto his
nose as he kissed the underside with his soft lips, teasing the urethra. He
turned his head perpendicularly and began stripping his lips up and down
my urethra, massaging from the base to the collar of the head. His tongue,
still inside his mouth and pointed, was licking and pressing against the
swollen sensitive flesh, stabbing it, teasing it. The sensation was incredible.
He had my shaft so sensitized and responsive that every time he stabbed it
with his tongue, it jerked, alternately slapping him on the cheek or me on
the stomach...
	I looked down on the hot stud sucking my raging dong so well, his
own massive dick stiff and breaking the surface of the pool.
	"Aww, shit yeah, dude. That's so fuckin' hot. Get your ass up here
and feed me that big prong of yours while yer suckin' mine. Yeah. Let's
have a hot 69," I growled, panting with the sensation of his hot mouth on
my cock.
	Tirell grinned and jumped out of the pool. I tackled him, sliding my
hands up his rippling torso and pinching his big ripe nipples HARD. I
scooted around in 69 position atop him, licking the head of his huge dick
while I fed him mine. I sucked the head of his tool into my mouth and felt
him do the same to mine. Licking the head of his boner like an ice-cream
cone and savoring the sweet tangy drool of precum from the rigid hot
meat, I snarled on his dick as I pushed forward aggressively with my hips,
slipping my marauding bone into his gullet and down his throat. I hissed
with surprise as he tilted his head to meet my angle, opening his throat and
taking it to the balls as smoothly as a sword-swallower. I started fucking
his throat compulsively, obsessively, drooling on his own big tool as I
mounted toward a thunderous orgasm...
	"Oh, SHIT!! ARRGH!!" I screamed, my head snapping up off his
dick and my hips flexing convulsively as I fed him my sperm. He backed
off my cock, holding my hips in place with his brawny arms as he drank
my jizz, humming on my spurting erection in satisfaction. I saw his big
dick jump, and throated as much of it as I could manage just before he
erupted. His body went rigid and his face reddened as he shot, my cock still
in his mouth and his pumping delicious salty jizz in mine. I held him in
place until his spasms subsided, teasing his hard dick with my tongue as he
got off, savoring his prodigious load. I swung around, winking at him as I
captured his sexy mouth with mine, swapping sperm as we tongue-sparred
deliciously...

	The scene with Tirrell and Richard had happened on a Thursday
night. I left for a weekend trip early Friday afternoon and actually didn't
get back until an early flight Monday morning. I went directly to work and
didn't get back until late that evening. I left work Tuesday and got home
relatively early, going thru my mail and generally chillin'. I was
contemplating what I needed to do to catch up from the weekend when
there was a knock on the door.
	I looked thru the peephole. It was Richard, wearing a yellow wife-
beater and a pair of very high 'n' tight cutoffs, his torso pulled rigid by his
hands stuffed forcefully in his pockets, his shoulders hunched. His body
language could not possibly have telegraphed his discomfiture any more
clearly, but the look of nervous apprehension on his face accentuated the
appeal. Damn, he looked hot, all fanning lats and flaring thighs and bulging
biceps. What a fuckable piece of beef. I waited until he approached the
door to knock again, chuckling inwardly. Just as he reached it, I suddenly
unlocked it and threw it open...
	"YEAH??" I snapped, making my face a mask of disapproval, my lip
curling viciously. "What do YOU want, BUTT STUFF??"
	"Where have you been?" he asked. It dawned on me...he's been
wanting it since last weekend. Been stakin' me out. By now he must be
ready for anything. "Out. I've been out'" I snarled, grinning to myself.
"What damn business is it of YOURS??"
	He shrank, uncertain, confused. "Can I come in?"
	"MAY I COME IN!" I shouted, my face a mask of rage as I
glowered at him. "YOU ILLITERATE FUCK! GET IT RIGHT!"
	He cowered even more. "Sorry...sir. May I come in?"
	I nodded, my mouth drawn into a stern bow as I flung the door
open. He came in and I SLAMMED the door behind him. He flinched, and
flinched again as he heard the deadbolt snap into place...
	"So," I grinned, leering at him suggestively, "what brings YOU
here? Finally discover that your girlfriend doesn't have a dick?"
	He relaxed a bit, and giggled. "Actually...she DOES."
	"HUH?" I said, taken aback. "That little pruney twat is a
hermaphrodite??"
	"Nope" he said. "I just tried to turn her into one."
	He proceeded to tell me about his attempt to cling to the threadbare
shards of his heterosexuality...he went to a sex shop and bought his lady
love a strap-on dildo! I rolled with laughter as he recounted his attempts to
explain to her how he wanted to be fucked by her with it...
	"Thing is," he huffed, "she wouldn't give it back to me. Said she had
a girlfriend that would LOVE it. Then she kicked me out, the bitch."
	I was laughing so hard by this point that Richard got over himself as
well and started laughing too. I got over it and looked at him.
	"So you want some dick, do you?" I smiled, hefting my growing
basket.
	"Yeah," he breathed. "I DO."
	"Tell me."
	He sighed heavily in resignation. "Fuck me. Please."
	I hooked an arm around his narrow waist, pulling him to me and
grinding against him as I unbuttoned his fly and pushed his shorts down. He
wasn't wearing underwear. His anxious cock sprang free as I pushed his
shorts around his ankles and he stepped out of them. He reached for the
hem of his shirt.
	"Never mind that," I told him. "I'll drive."
	His eyebrows lifted as he was pulled into a clinch. I grabbed the hair
on the back of his head and tilted his head back so that I could bury my
tongue down his throat. He moaned appreciatively.
	I broke the clinch, pulling my shirt off and flexing my by hairy pecs
as I watched his eyes glaze over. He reached for my shorts, trying to pull
them down.
	I swatted his hands away. "I SAID," I roared, slapping one of his
perfect buttmounds viciously, "*I'LL* DRIVE!!" slapping the other one
with my other hand and feeling him gasp against me as my hands ravaged
the humpy globes.
	"Okay, okay," Richard wailed, his shapely chest rising and falling
with nervous desire. "Just take it easy, okay?"
	"Nuh-uh, assmeat," I growled, "I'm gonna take it HARD. And that's
the way you want it, too, whether you realize it or not."
	I stuck both my middle fingers into his mouth, running them over
his tongue as he sucked on them. When they were wet, I pulled them out
and slid them into his deep hot crack as he whimpered and pushed his ass
back toward them. I raked one of them over his pucker, feeling it twitch
and spasm with anticipation. I looked into his eyes as I slid first one, then
the other up his hole as far as they would go, separating his muscular
cheeks with my palms, squeezing them as I began a two stroke piston
finger-fuck of his tight jocktwat...
	Richard spread his legs farther apart and opened his ass instinctively,
his chest heaving with excitement as he felt my thick fingers poking his
hole. I felt his sphincter relax, and thinking about lube suddenly got an
inspiration...
	I pulled my fingers out of Richard's rectum, feeling him groan as his
needy hole was empty again. "Wait here, buttstuff," I instructed. "I'll be
right back." The look of surprise mixed with apprehension on his face as I
left for the kitchen made me chuckle. I returned shortly with a kitchen
chair and a stick of butter, still square and cold from the refrigerator. I
unwrapped the butter about halfway down, sat in the chair, and patted my
tented lap. "C'mere, studmeat," I ordered. "Have a seat."
	He did as he was bidden, sitting down to face me. I pushed him out to
my knees, spreading my legs to spread his, and slid the stick of butter into
his crack. I slathered the squared edges of the end of it back and forth
across his sphincter until they rounded a bit and lubed him, and then
suddenly, without warning, forced the shaft of it past his protesting pucker
and up his hot chute. He yelped as the square edges stretched him in an
unfamiliar way, and whined that it was uncomfortable. I rewarded him
with another inch.
	"We're making the best dish in the world, dude," I cooed, lying my
head against his brawny chest so I could hear his excited breathing and the
thunder-pounding of his heart. "Hot buttered asshole. And then Daddy's
little musclebunny slutbutt's gonna get fucked silly. What do you think of
that?"
	The butter began to melt, rounding and decreasing in girth as I
began sucking and chewing his delicious pecs thru the tight wifebeater he
was wearing, grabbing the material in my teeth and making a small hole at
his solar plexus while I fucked him with the butter, twisting it around and
sliding it in and out. He moaned in rising lust, molten butter beginning to
drip from his lubed hole as the drooling precum from his excited cock
added to the wet spot already there on my shorts made from my own horny
dick. I grabbed his shirt, sticking my fingers in the hole and widening it
until I could get purchase. I ripped it off his humpy frame with a single
powerful YANK! Smirking and flicking his nipple ring, I pushed him to
his feet, the butter still sticking out of his ass...
	I looked at him, watching his reaction as I stripped, my cock ready
to take him. His eyes widened as it came into view, his need for it written
on his face. I reached around him and pulled the butter out of his studhole,
squelching and dripping down his muscular thighs. I looked around him as
I spread his cheeks, and then scowled at him.
	"What's wrong?" he asked a little fearfully as he saw the disapproval
on my face.
	"Ugliest damn sight in the world," I spat in reply. "An ass that nice,
without anything in it, much less my big thick dick. We're gonna, you
should pardon the expression, rectify THAT right fuckin' NOW."
	I sat back down, grasping the base of my boner and holding it up at
the ready. "Time to sit again, pony," I sneered.
	He came to me like a bird to a snake, pulling his buttcheeks apart and
beginning to squat, butter dripping on my cockhead and down the broad
shaft. I licked his cock as he lowered past me to sit on mine, laving the
head and then pointing my tongue and sliding in and out of his navel and
dragging it along his heaving furrowed abs as he spread and went down.
Down until I could feel the leaking helmet of my bonehard tailsplitter make
contact with the pulsing ring of his anxious sphincter. I steadied my cock as
he sat on it, the head sliding past the lubed portal and into his hungry
rectum. He slid down the shaft slowly, squeezing it with his naturally
talented muscular studhole and pushing out to facilitate entry thru the tight
sphincter until he was resting on my lap, fully impaled.
	"Goddamn, baby," I hissed with delight, "you're a natural. Feel
good?"
	"Ohh, yesss..." he keened in response, throwing his head back and
biting down on his lower lip. "Fuckk meee..."
	I grinned savagely. "Be careful what you wish for, pussyboy. 'Cause
you might get it." I grabbed one of his thick, rippling bodybuilder thighs in
each hand, wrapping my arms around him tightly. Lunging to my feet, I
SLAMMED him down on my dick, holding him in midair, helplessly
skewered on my steely prong. "Time for another dish, buttstuff. Shish ka-
stud!"
	I began humping him up and letting gravity pull his meaty body back
down to be as deeply penetrated as he ever could be, plowing his hot ass
and tossing him around in midair like a ragdoll. Roaring with delight as his
colon twitched around my rod, I fucked him brutally as his powerful arms
flew around my neck in an attempt to maintain his balance. "YEOWW!!
SHIT! NNNGH!!" he wailed, feeling my burgeoning cock violate him
roughly as I bucked my way to the bedroom with him...
	Throwing him on the bed on his back pulled him free from my cock,
which came out of his tight rectum with a POP! I was instantly back on
him, turning him over on his side and pulling his ass to the edge of the bed
as I hiked one leg so that his ankle was over my shoulder, pulling it as far
up as I could get it. Pushing the leg into position by lodging my torso
firmly against it, I grabbed the rippling beefy quad of his bottom leg,
pushing it down and out of the way while my other hand grabbed the base
of my throbbing shaft. Plunging it into his succulent buttcrack, I found the
target again and snapped my hips forward, violating him mercilessly.
"Ahhh!" he gasped as he felt my dick up him again.
	I smiled as he relaxed into the fuck, playing his sheath along my dick
as I pumped it up him. I frotted my torso against his meaty leg, teasing my
nipple with his teardrop calf muscle while I took him with a steady deep
stroke. I pulled his awesomely hard dick down to SLAP! against his
quivering belly again and again, squeezing and fondling his balls as he
writhed on the bed with my ram in his bowels. I began dicking him faster,
sliding my hand up and down his leaking tool as the speed of the strokes in
his tight, well-greased hole created a vacuum which  resulted in weird
sucking slurping noises...
	"SHLUUURK! PLORP!! SCHLUUKK!"
	I could feel my orgasm rapidly building. "Tell me when, bud," I
panted, taking short strokes over his prostate as he ground back against me.
"I want to cum with you."
	"I'm close," he puffed, his fantastic tits filling with deep breaths.
"Oh GAWD."
	I felt my nuts start to crack and reached down, pulling on his nipple
ring as I impaled him to the balls and froze. The effect was magical. We
spurted at exactly the same time, my cock hosing his tight warm guts as his
sprayed his load into my cupped hand. He convulsed as he came, his colon
spasming in his orgasm making mine even more satisfying. I fed him his
own sperm and he licked the jizz out of my palm, his tongue finding every
thick, sticky drop.
	I pulled his leg down and lay down beside him, still buried in his ass.
Wrapping my arms around him, I scooted us up further to lie comfortably
on the bed, spooned against his back as I lazily stroked and explored him,
licking his neck and behind his ear. He purred and shuddered.
	"See all the fun we could have been having all this time?" I
whispered into his ear. "But noooo. You had to play big butch straight
boy."
	"You're right, sir," he said. "I apologize."
	"No prob, buttstuff," I chuckled, biting him on his big round hard
deltoid. "Plenty of time to make up for that. And we're gonna start right
now. I'm gonna stay up your ass all night long. You got a problem with
that?"
	"No sir!" he cried eagerly. I laughed and wrapped my arms around
him possessively. "Good. You're a good fucktoy, buttstuff. And I'm gonna
teach you how to be an even better one."