Date: Tue, 08 Jun 2010 15:12:35 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: I wanted to be Steve Reeves (gay, adult youth, oral anal. b/M, b/M...)

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I wanted to be Steve Reeves
By
Wolf

	It was in the mid sixties when I was about a dozen years old.  My
family lived in Inglewood, California at the time.  The local high school
was Morningside.  It is practically under the flight path of commercial
aircraft landing at the Los Angeles International Airport, or LAX.  The
school was best known as there the Wilson boys went to school.  They
were still in high school when they became famous as the Beach Boys.

	I was a chubby little boy. If anyone paid any attention to me it
was to pinch my cheeks and tell me how much I looked like Spanky
Arbuckle.  I hated myself image.  During that time channel 9 was
showing the Italian movies primarily featuring the body builder named
Steve Reeves in a series of movies based on the adventures of Hercules.
There were some cheep rip-offs featuring other body builders but Steve
was the best.  He had tried to turn his Mr. Universe into a Hollywood
career but wound up going to Italy.  My hair was even blonder that
Steve's.  He was my inspiration to take up body building.

	I knew that he worked out Gold's Gym in Santa Monica and
hung out at the area known as Muscle Beach, just south of the Santa
Monica Pier.  During the summer it was not hard for me to hitch a ride
up the coast highway to watch the body builders.  I hounded my Dad
until he bought me a barbell set.  I read everything about weightlifting.
None of my friends had the dedication to work out regularly.  I became
such a fixture at the beach that the TV Wrestlers' and Professional
Weightlifters recognized me and some befriended me.  There were some
that resented having a youngster hanging around.  There objection was
that my presence would bring the law down on them.  There was enough
talk about body builders being gay without having the cops trying to
make them out as pedophiles.

	I was too young and naive to even know that some of the guys
were in fact pedophiles.  I went out of my way to befriend the guys with
the biggest arms, chests and legs.  I wanted to look just like them.  I took
a lot of heat to stay out of the area set aside for weightlifters.

	One afternoon one of the guys I admired the most saw me get
chased off.  He followed me down the beach, almost to the City Limits
of Venice.  He caught up with me and asked me, "Son, are you serious
about wanting to build your body up like mine?"

	I assured that was my dream.  I wanted to look like Steve
Reeves.  He told me, "As long as you're serious, I will be your mentor.
My name is Paul.  You can come to my house and lift weights in my
back yard.  I live just a few blocks from here.  I have a small place not far
from the bridge over the canal."

	"My name is David."

	The prospect of being trained by one of the best looking guys on
the beach was enough to have me acting like a boy on Christmas
morning.  We headed directly to his place.  When we were in the
backyard I found that he had a monstrous weight lifting set.  The yard
was surrounded by tall factory buildings.  There was no way anyone
could see into his backyard without being on a roof or airborne.  The
yard had pull up bars, padded benches, and incline boards.  I was duly
impressed.  He tested my strength and set up a workout regimen.  He
assured me that I could work out every day as long as I worked on
different muscle groups every other day.  He told me that as soon as a
specific weight or number of reputations became ease to increase either
the weight or the reps.  He also cautioned me that too many reps would
tear down bulk muscle.  During the summer my body did respond to his
coaching.

	I never even noticed how much he placed his hands on my body.
He was doing it to show me the correct way to lift or feel my
development.  When he was getting ready for competition he would let
me shave him down.  As I became accustom to shaving his body, he
would even pull his posing strap down and let me shave off all of his
pubic hair.  I was impressed with the size of his cock, and thought his
balls looked great.  While I was shaving him he would get a hard-on.  He
simply laughed it off as a natural thing.  He even admitted to jacking off
backstage at competitions so that he posing strap would show off how
big his cock was.  He even encouraged me to help him get hard but
jacking him off.  I would refuse him nothing.  It was an honor to jack off
my hero.  I was jacking off several times a day myself.  Paul started
jacking me off while I was helping him get off.

	Paul had a number of friends what worked out with him.
Because I was out of school by three I could have Paul to myself for
several hours before the other guys would arrive.  When there were other
guys around it was all business.  The guys did like to feel my body a lot,
and compliment me on how quickly I was coming along.  I didn't even
think about the mutual masturbation as being sex.  We were just making
our packages look large for posing straps.

	Within a year I had an impressive body for any 13-year-old.  I
had developed a nice tan that I kept year round by using a tanning booth.
That was when everything changed between Paul and me.

	It was the start of summer and I had told Paul that my father was
taking us on vacation for a couple of week.  He was planning on
spending the time ay Yosemite National Park.  I hated to leave Paul for
that long.  At the last minute Dad had to call it off because he had to
leave the country on business.  I could not get to Paul's house fast
enough to tell him I didn't have to go.  I let myself into his house and
headed for the backyard because that would be the most likely place to
find him.  When I opened the backdoor I saw Paul straddling the incline
board totally naked and there was a young Mexican boy, even younger
than I had been when I met Paul laying face down on the board.  Paul's
dick was in his mouth and Paul had a finger stuck in the brown asshole
of the boy.  I broke down crying.  My hero was cheating on me!

	When Paul saw me he stood up and his cock came out of the
boy's mouth with a popping sound.  He stepped over the boy's body and
caught me by the arm before I could run.  He pulled me into the yard and
told me, "I Love you!  I didn't have the never to show you how much I
loved you.  Rudy over there is the boyfriend of a friend.  I was just
releasing my desire for you with the boy to keep from letting you know
how much I wanted you."

	When I looked at the Mexican boy he was on his back jacking off
casually.  I flung my arms around Paul's massive neck and jumped up
and locked my legs around his waist and kissed Paul on the mouth.  Paul
carried me to the bench press and sat me down.  He helped me get out of
my clothes.  I was totally naked in no time.  I didn't have to be asked to
suck his cock.  I had to prove I was better than that Mexican boy.

	While I was sucking his cock, Paul made a phone call to invite his
friend over to join us.  When the guy arrived I recognized Manual as one
of Paul's many friends.  Manual had a magnificent body that had that
natural brown body of his race.  While Paul and I were sucking each
other's cocks, Manual had his boy assume a doggy position so that he
could stick his cock in the boy's asshole.

	I had no idea that men could do that to each other.  Before Paul
could cum I turned around and offered him my ass.  He had a bottle of
olive oil handy and greased up his cock and my asshole before he pulled
me backwards to sit on his cock.  I could not believe that I was able to
take his cock into my little asshole.  If the Mexican boy could take it, I
sure as hell could too.  After Paul came in my ass he licked my asshole
and sucked on my cock until came in his mouth.  We had a great time the
four of us jerked each other off and the Mexican boy even sucked me
while Manual and Paul encouraged us.  I even got to fuck the boy before
they went home.

	From that day on, whenever I was at Paul's we worked out
naked and we sucked cock.  Paul always saved plenty of cum for my
butt.  I was entered in junior compactions.  I learned that I could score
extra points by giving judges blowjobs.  The only time I let a judge fuck
my ass was when Paul told me it was okay.  It was fun to go the hotel
rooms of old men that had been ledges in their day and see them naked.
Some had good bodies but most were fat and wrinkled.  Just the same
they were good at sucking boy's cocks and fucking their assholes.

	Mom never faced the fact that I was gay.  She was self-absorbed.
While Dad spent a lot of time traveling on business she found herself a
wealthier boyfriend.  The divorce was nasty.  She got the home in the
divorce but it went to pay her lawyer fees.  Dad was a bright man and
suspected the truth about my relationship with Paul.  He came over to
Paul's place unannounced one afternoon.  When no one answered the
door he came around the side of the house.  When he entered the back
yard his suspicions were confirmed.

	We were engaged in a little horse play.  Paul was laying on the
bench press and I was straddling the bench in the opposite direction.  I
was sucking Paul's cock with my own cock dangling over Paul's face.
He did let his presence known.  He quietly left to think about what he
had discovered about his son.  That evening when I got home, he waited
until bedtime.

	Dad had bought a small two bedroom old beach house in Venice.
The area had been built back in the twenties as summer retreats.  They
had built the place with canals and arched bridges.  Over the years the
area had run down.  The canals had become filled with trash and smelled
of duck and geese shit.  The amusement pier had gotten a little seedy.
The ball room was used to show surfing films and recordings of surfing
music.  At least I was close enough to walk over to Paul's anytime I
wanted.

	That night when I was getting ready Dad came in and sat on the
edge of my bed.  I knew he had something on his mind.  He was
reluctant to bring up the subject that was on his mind.  He finally said,
"David I stopped by Paul's today and saw the two of you."

	I expected him to tell me that I could not see Paul anymore.
Instead he was very understanding.  He asked me when I started having
sex with Paul.  I told him about catching him with the Mexican boy
when we were supposed to be on vacation.  Dad admitted that he was no
stranger to male sex.  That was when I noticed the boner tenting up his
pajama bottoms.

	I was used to seeing my father with a light brown crew cut,
dressed in business suits with power striped ties.  Seeing him for the first
time with brown pubic hair sticking out of the fly of his pajamas caused
me to see him in a new light.  Dad had his arm around my shoulders.
When his hand took hold of my neck and rubbed it.  I boldly turned my
head towards my father and kissed him on the mouth.  I almost wet my
pajamas when my father stuck his big tongue deep into my mouth.  His
act empowered me.  I placed my hand into the open fly of his pajamas
and took hold of his cock.  Dad also placed his hand into my pajamas
and started playing with my cock too.

	While recounted the sight of the way I had been sucking Paul's
cock we positioned ourselves in the same manner with me on top sucking
his cock while he sucked on mine.  I had no idea just how horny Dad
was until I saw him in action with the Mexican boy at a party.  Dad had
a knack for spotting horny young surfer puds hanging around the pier.
There was time I would come home after a workout and find Dad in bed
with a couple of young blond headed boys sucking cocks.

	I was forced to visit my mother from time to time.  I only
tolerated her.  Then I noticed the way her husband was eying me.  When
I stayed with them I used the guest room on the far side of the house.
He would stop by my room to say goodnight.  I could tell he was
interested in me and I came up with a plan.  I would deliberately take my
time about changing to my pajamas so that he would walk in on me while
I was naked.  He could not take his eyes off of my bulging muscles.
When he started touching me, I simply took hold of the crotch of his
pajamas.  That did it he was all over me.  We kissed and masturbated
each other.  We took turns sucking cocks.  I worked him for days before
I got him to let me fuck his asshole.  When he was used to me fucking him I set
the trap.

	I turned on the intercom to be sure Mom would hear what was
going on.  That night when her husband came for his treat I played it coy
and made him beg me to fuck him.  I eventually had him stand by my
bed and hang onto the side while I shoved my cock up his ass.  Mom
came busting into the bedroom in a rage when she saw me with my dick
stuffed up his ass.  The divorce was poetic justice.  He had a pre-nuptial
agreement.  She got almost nothing.  She was reduced to having to move
back to Utah and live with relatives.  No one enjoyed her plight more
than me.

	In those early years I competed in both Weightlifting and
Bodybuilding contests.  The difference between them is simple.
Weightlifting is just a matter of lifting the most weight in three
categories.  Failure to lift in a specific style or form disqualifies a lift.
Bodybuilding is a subjective judging of the muscular development of
men and women.  In the sixties scars and tattoos would get deductions.
There had been one Mr. Universe that sported a black panther on his
shoulder.  Being a subjective vote of judges you have to know who the
judges are going to be early enough to be able to adjust your workouts to
accent the muscle development that are partial to.  Some liked square
pectorals with smooth bulky arms and legs.  Other judges want the body
to be ripped and the veins to pop.  Depending on the judges a guy that
might get first place might not even make the final cut by other judges.
Nothing can be more disappointing than to spend six months working for
the maximum definition that allows you to flex individual muscles to
find that the judges have been changed to ones that prefer smooth bulk.
This was before steroids were available.  Just the same competing on the
professional level allows you to meet very interesting people.

	One of those people I was introduced to was a well known
personality that lived in Malibu.  I was star struck to actually meet Doris
Day's co star from such movies as "Pillow Talk."  Rock Hudson was
such a handsome man.  We were introduced to each other after a
completion.  He had one hell of a boat moored at the Long Beach
Harbor.  There were a lot of complements exchanged before he
suggested that I accompany him for a weekend at Santa Catalina Island.
Just the prospect of spending a weekend in the company of a famous
Hollywood movie star had me so star struck that I would not have
refused even if I had to swim all the way.

	The next day I had my Father drop me off at the dock where his
boat was moored.  His boat was behind a gated floating dock.  The
security guard had to check the guest list to be sure I was a guest.  When
I saw the boat I was impressed.  His yacht must have been the largest
thing in the marina.  When I climbed the ladder to the deck, I was
greeted by a gentleman that identified himself as the skipper.  He gave
me a tour of the boat and showed me where I could stow my gear.  Then
he took me to the galley and asked me what my pleasure was.

	It was too early for liquor.  I said, "The coffee smells good.  The
coffee mugs were nautical but the condiments were silver.  I sweetened
my coffee with artificial sweetener.  The ship was large enough to have a
four man crew.  Guests were arriving in ones and twos.  I had no idea
who these men were.  The skipper told me they were executives from
Hollywood and money men that financed most enterprises in Los
Angeles.  When Rock Hudson arrived with his group of four buddies the
order was given to cast off.

	The boat pulled out into the channel at a slow speed until we
cleared the breakwater.  Then the skipper opened it up and the boat
picked up speed.  I had assumed we were headed for Avalon harbor but
this skipper told me we were head for a location about half way between
Avalon and Two Harbors.  It was a cool morning and the guests on
board were still in jackets.  I went below to refill my coffee mug.  While
I was in the galley one of those men pointed out to me as a movie mogul
came below to get a cup of coffee.

	The minute he saw me I saw the lustful look in his eyes.  He
asked, "How is the coffee?"

	"Hot!" I answered.

	He approached the coffee urn and filled a cup, took a sip before
sweetening to taste.  While we were standing there he placed his hand on
my shoulder.  I didn't resist his familiarity.  He complemented my build.
When he placed his hand on my chest he realized just how muscular I
was.  I deliberately flexed my pectoral muscle to make it dance.  He
kissed me on the mouth.  I could taste the sweet coffee in his mouth.  I
asked me if I would like to go below.  I took my cup of coffee and
headed for the ladder leading below.  I felt his hand grip my ass as we
made our way down to a plush stateroom.

	I would have guessed that he was about fifty-years-old.  His hair
was graying at the temples.  He was about six-foot two and in pretty
good shape.  He kicked off his deck shoes, while unfastening his pants.
I kicked off my tennis shoes while pulling my hooded sweat shirt over
my head.  I saw the look in the man's eyes when he saw my bulging
muscles.  He could not believe a boy not even old enough to be in high
school could be built like that.  He just had to feel my body.  I rubbed
my body against his while he was feeling my tits.  I felt his cock swell up
in his pants.  I reached into his pants and griped a nice cock.  We sat on
the bed while we removed our pants.  When I got a look at his cock I
was impressed.

	This man's cock was maybe 6 or 7 inches long.  What I found
fascinating was that the head of his cock was covered by a thick foreskin
that must have been a half inch beyond the end of his cock.  I had
developed a thing for lace ladies as I called them.  I knelt between his
legs and gave him a blowjob to remember.  To his credit, when he came
in my mouth, he bent over and kissed me while I still had a mouth full of
cum.  What surprised me the most was that even though he was a man of
financial power, he turned out to be a queen in bed!

	After I sucked his cock he got on the bed and held up his legs
and spread them.  He beckoned me to fuck him.  I assumed the position
and guided my cock towards his hairy asshole.  I was amazed that my
cock entered his butt without much trouble even though my cock was
dry.  He was making moaning sounds while I fucked his ass.  I also took
his cock in hand and jerked him off while I was fucking him.  I didn't
even stop when another man came in and watched me fucking the man.
When I slammed my hips against his butt wit one last slapping sound I
squirted my load in his ass.  The man had another climax, but it was just
a few drops of white cum dribbling onto his navel.  When I disengaged
from him, he insisted on sucking my cock clean.

	By that time I heard the ships motor idling down.  It was warm
by then.  I opted to put on one of my tinny Speedos' to go back top-side.
When I emerged from below I could feel the eyes of the men admiring
my body.  Even the skipper gave me a look of pure lust.  Rock came to
me and put his arm around me.  The crew set the anchor to insure the
boat would be able to swing around with the tide, well short of the
beach.  Then the crew unlashed a fiberglass dingy and inflated an Avalon
inflatable with small outboard motors.  They shuttled the passengers to
the shore.

	When I stood on the fantail of the boat, I looked at the place we
were headed towards.  The valley was lined with eucalyptus trees.  The
area was devoid of grass.  Well up the valley were two rows of buildings
with a larger building, crossing the space between the farthest buildings.
As the small craft reached the beach they were greeted by young men
dressed in military gray uniforms resembling West Point cadets.  When I
made the trip a man dressed in the same sort of uniform with silver
eagles identifying him as a colonel.  When we were all ashore he led us
up the parade ground to the school.  He was proudly pointing out that
this was a private military prep-school.  He took us on a tour of the
barracks.  Each one consisted of a central doorway with private rooms to
the right and left for the barracks sergeants.  It was divided into two
rooms containing enough bunks for ten boys, with showers and
bathrooms at each end.  There were enough spaces for a total of 100 boys
not counting the leadership corps.  The building facing the ocean was the
library, meeting rooms and offices.  Behind that building was a large
dining hall and kitchen along with some support buildings and
accommodations for staff.

	The boys were thrilled to meet Rock Hudson.  We were treated
to just how well disciplined these boys were.  They responded with a
sharp "See Sir" before they executed any order.  I was just about the
same age as the freshman class at the school, but physically I was well
beyond even the senior class, even if I was not as tall as them.  The
cadets were as fascinated with my body as the adults were.

	The only woman at the school was the commandant's wife.  I
was to learn that she got a perverted satisfaction from her position at the
school.  She allowed me to join her in an adjoining office to her
husband's office.  She opened a door and we were looking through a
one-way mirror into her husband's office.  The colonel had a young cadet
in his office dressing him down for a rules infraction.  At the conclusion
of the lecture he told the boy to prepare himself for attitude adjustment.
The boy unfastened his pants and pulled them down to his knees along
with his white boxer shorts.

	I was impressed with the boy's average sized dick and hard little
nut sack.  The colonel's wife was breathing hard and rubbing the front of
her dress with the heel of her hand by that point.  The boy positioned
himself over the arm of a leather chair.  He whimpered with every stroke
of a cane on his ass.  There were ten red strips on his white butt when the
colonel finished spanking him.  Then the colonel took out his cock and
spit in the palm of his hand before her smeared his spit all over his cock.
The boy was reaching back with both hands spreading his butt.  The
colonel fucked the boy's ass until he squirted cum in the boy's ass.  The
wife was openly finger fucking her pussy by that time.  She wanted me
to play with her pussy, but I could not stand the stink of her pussy.

	Most of the boys were on leave because of the weekend, but
there were plenty of boys around to satisfy the lust of the staff and the
guests.  We gathered in the library after dinner to watch the boys
perform a stage show.  The ones not performing were sitting on the laps
of the guests.  I had drawn the attention of the colonel.  He was
fascinated with every ripple of my muscles.  I was just as fascinated with
the tool that I had seen in the butt of that young cadet.  When I checked
out the room it looked like a cheap porn movie.  There were men and
boys' all over the place it was hard to make out just how was sucking
who and which little butt was getting pounded by which man.  As the
evening wore on groups of two or three would leave for the barracks or
some other place.

	I found myself being led out of the room by the colonel and
Rock.  Hell I was about to cream just thinking that I was going to have
sex with Rock.  When we were in the colonel's office Rock was out of
his clothes in no time.  He assumed the submissive position over the arm
of the chair, just as the boy had earlier.  I dropped my 'Speedos' and
inserted my dick in Rock's ass.  I felt his dark pubic hair ringing his
asshole scrapping my dick as it went in.  The colonel stuck his cock in my
ass.  When he fucked my ass, it forced my cock deep into Rock's ass.
When the colonel came in my ass he pulled out and went around and
stuffed his dirty cock into Rock's mouth.  It finally dawned on me that
the colonel's wife was watching what was going on.  I was willing to bet
she had gotten off watching the action.

	The next day I got to put on SCUBA diving gear and go diving
off of the beach.  There were a few other guys that joined me, including
the skipper.  We had deliberately chosen to not put on the farmer john
pants.  We just put on the top of the wetsuits.  We swam north into the
next cove and we took pictures of things like the 'Spanish Dancer Sea
snails' and the 'California Goby' fish.  Then the skipper and I found a
sandy clearing in the middle of a kelp forest.  When I found it I
motioned for the skipper to loin me.  When he arrived I sat him on the
sand on his back and unfastened the crotch of his wetsuit.  That exposed
his cock to me.  I would fill my lungs with air and then take his cock in
my mouth to suck on for as long as I could.  The 56 degree water made it
hard for the skipper to keep a hard-on.  I would put the regulator in my
mouth, fill my lunges and return to sucking.  I almost emptied my 72
cubic foot air tank before he filled my mouth with cum.  The tank was so
empty I had to swim back to the boat on the surface.  The next day the
skipper and I returned to the same place and this time I unfastened my
crotch flap.  The skipper mounted me like a dog and fucked my asshole.
At least we could breathe almost normal.  When we were finished
fucking each other we returned to the boat to rest.

	We settled down on the deck with a little wine.  I was only
thinking about resting and getting some sleep.  My nap was interrupted
by one of the cadets.  He was naked too.  I could not help but admire his
good looks.  He lay down next to me and propped himself up on one
elbow while he felt my body.  He asked, "Who long did it take you to
build your body?"

	I told him, "I started when I was ten.  I'm not finished yet.  I
intend to win both Mr. Universe and Mr. World."  While I was talking
his hand had slid down to my crotch.  I had a hard-on even before he
had hold of it.  I did not discourage him when he bent over and took my
cock into his mouth.  The boat crew gathered around and watched the
boy suck me off.  By the time everyone was back on board and we were
ready to weigh anchor, I was tired and ready to sleep all the way back
home.  I had gone below and flopped on an empty bunk.  I was just
about to does off when Rock came into the room.  I did not open my
eyes.  I just pretended sleep.  Then I felt the full weight of Rock on my
back.  He was nibbling on my ear while he sought out my asshole with
his cock.  I eventually moved my ass to line his cock with my ass.  He
was virtually slobbering all over my neck while he fucked my ass all the
way back to long Beach.  I cleaned up onboard and got dressed before
calling my Dad.  The skipper and crew treated me to coffee and a bugger
at a local fast order place while they joined me waiting for my ride.
When Dad arrived he checked out the skipper and crew.  I gave then
tickets to my next competition before going home with Dad.  I was
excited to tell him all about the party with Rock Hudson all weekend.  I
saw just how horny he was and opened his pants to suck his cock while
we were on the 405 Freeway.




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