Date: Tue, 02 Oct 2001 07:32:57 -0500 From: Subject: Love Muscles 9 Author's notes and disclaimer: The author wishes to thank Nifty readers for their kind words and the uniformly positive feedback received. Any e-mails and critiques/suggestions are welcomed. This series is meant not as a work of art (I should be so presumptuous) but purely as an avenue of enjoyment for myself and the readers. Any suggestions for plot lines or situations you might like to see the characters get involved in are welcome and will be taken under consideration (no promises). The present chapter was a long time coming, and I thank those of you who waited with (varying degrees of)patience for it, especially my biggest fans, Edna and Ryan. This is the second part of the trilogy of the events occuring during Richard's first bodybuilding competition. The following is a fantasy, meant only for the eyes of those who are of legal age. Any similarity to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. It depicts actions which the author does NOT condone, PARTICULARLY in this day of renewed increase in HIV infection rates. Play safely, folks, for yourselves AND your loved ones. IX. The Contest, Part 2: Bantam Bustin' Richard and I lay next to each other the next morning, laughing over our foray into chicken delight. Initiating Bobby and Peter into the brotherhood of muscle fuckers had been even more rewarding than I had dreamed, and the five-way that resulted was the way sex with hot studs should be: wild, free, and eminently satisfying. We had collapsed into a sweaty heap after getting off, more than half a ton of primo stud flesh in a pile. I called out to Richard, "Do you know what?" Never missing a beat, grabbing a double handful of Peter's and pulling that stud's still buried bone deeper into himself, Richard sang: "Chicken butt! Do you know why?" I laughed, wrapping both hands around one of Bobby's meaty treetrunks: "Chicken thigh! What's up Doc?" Both of us, in unison, Richard grabbing the base of Peter's as I corkscrewed my hand over Jacob's spit-slicked throbber: "Chicken cock!" The boys giggled hysterically. I swatted Bobby on the bottom, winking at him and Jacob. "Okay guys, it was fun, but you AND Richard need your rest. See yas soon." With a little good-natured grumbling, our trio of chicken delight dressed and left. I was exhausted, as was Richard. I merely rolled him over on his side and spooned up to him, still buried in his ass as we drifted off to sleep, right there on the living room floor. A not uncommon thing for us to do, after a nice sweaty fuck session. Friday dawned, and with it a reawakening of Richard's anxieties. "Here I was molesting little boys rather than getting my last good pump," he grumbled. "Oh, fer CRAP'S SAKE," I snarled, at the end of my patience. "Go work out. I'LL scope the bantams and lights for ya. You don't need to be there, and none of those little guys ever wins the overall anyway. So go work out. Call the boys and see if one of 'em will spot for you. I'm tired of hearing ya whine." "Really?" he sounded relieved. "You don't mind?" I shook my head, amusement supplanting annoyance. "Go, studmeat. Go work out. And when you win, you can thank me for providing you with the opportunity of letting you get THAT LAST WORKOUT in, the ONLY REASON why you managed to win the contest." I waxed melodramatic as he laughed and started fake-punching me. "The six years of training. All that dieting. That doesn't mean jack shit. Oh, NOOO." I was giggling now too, wrestling with the hottest stud I had ever seen, my best bud and live-in piece of spectacular jockcunt. "It's that LAST GODDMN WORKOUT. None of it means ANYTHING without THAT." He was breathless with laughter. I grabbed a spectacular quad. "Don't forget to work on these toothpicks, here." He cut me off by clamping his mouth to mine, wrapping his arms around me and frotting his rippling rubberhard torso against me, raising his leg and teasing Cram to life with the friction against the meaty teardrop just above his knee. I smiled at him and grabbed his raised leg, raising the other one and pulling him off his feet as he rearranged one hand to wrap around my neck and the other to reach down and grab the base of my suddenly urgent boner, guiding it expertly to his waiting portal. I slid into the satiny heat of him like a ship into a lock, his deep sensual grunt of satisfaction causing Cram to throb in the tight canal he knew so well. I ducked walked Richard into the shower, bouncing him a little with every step to hear him groan and gasp with the sensation of hard dickflesh pressing insistently on his highly sensitive prostate. We showered as we fucked, neither one of us needing to be late to work. I loved it as he arched his back, resting his head on the tiles as he opened his warm colon fully to me, shooting straight up in the air as I flooded his rectum with my own seed, my knees buckling with the force of my orgasm. We sank to the bottom of the tub, still interlocked. Richard touched his forehead to mine, and we said not a word, but looked deeply into each other's eyes, smiling. So comes that evening there I was, haulin' butt back down to the Civic Center. I really didn't expect to see much, and had almost blown it off, especially since I had a late day at work trying to finish up for the week. As it was, I didn't get all the way downtown and parked, etc., until the women's prejudging was already over. Too bad. I liked women bodybuilders, and some of them were so well-built that they almost attracted me sexually. Too bad they didn't have dicks. Plus, they'd prolly want it in the pussy instead of the ass. Oh, well... Anyway, it was okay by me that I didn't have long to wait for the Bantams and Lightweights. These guys are always short, and to be very successful at the weight limitations to which they are subject, some of them are REALLY short. Especially the Bantams, since the weight limit was only 143 lbs (65 kg). I knew this, and yet I was hardly prepared for what confronted me when the Bantamweight class came onstage. It was obvious from the first instant I laid eyes on him that Marvin was going to win the class. I had never seen a man quite like him. Small people usually fall into one of three major categories, the most comely and symmetrical of which is hypopituitary. Hypopituitary individuals are perfectly formed, proportional and normal in every way except that their pituitary glands don't produce normal levels of growth hormone. So they remain small in stature. Marvin was barely five feet tall. Other than that, I'd never seen a better model of mouth-watering studly perfection in my life. A damn shame for him that he wasn't six inches taller: he'd be a Middleweight and a genuine threat to win the overall. As it was, he was an incredible miniature piece of primo beefcake: his dark brown skin accentuated with long lashes framing big friendly eyes and a dazzling smile. He knew how to play the crowd, all right. And Cram jumped as I drank in the sight of him. Marvin was a muscle man all right. A warrior elf. A study in diminutive perfection. His head was shaved and he had a pencil moustache, appealingly butch counterpoints to his cute, boyish features, well-made and attractive. Like many black folks, you couldn't tell if he was 25 or 40, but I guessed the truth was somewhere between. He'd definitely been working on that amazing body for some while. Men as small-framed as he was didn't get a v-taper like that or round dense striated muscularity like he sported without many years of dedicated training. You could tell he'd never used steroids, either: small men like that just become bloated blobs on junk, thick-waisted and unaesthetic. Marvin was anything but that. I'd guess his waist was no more than 26" if that. And those thighs! The comparison shots showed up just how much better developed his lower body was than any of the competition. He was the real deal: thick, striated, rippling. I was watching with more of a critical eye than I had realized, not really aware of my arousal. Then the individual posing sessions began. Marvin's turn arrived, and he strutted out on stage, the squared shelf of his pecs and his washboard abs heaving with adrenalin. He popped an abdominals-and-thighs pose, his quads HUGE for a guy his size as he flexed them. His arms were clasped behind his neck to showcase his crunched obliques and diamond-etched eight-pack, his generous basket thrust forward aggressively in its casing of skimpy tight wet-look leatherette. I yelled hoarsely with admiration, not even aware of what I was doing. Marvin swung around placing his feet shoulder-width apart, and squatting so his thighs were parallel to the floor, hit a rear lat spread that had the crowd on their feet in awe of the cobra-like hood above his waist. His remarkable thighs looked just as good from behind, the biceps femoris flaring nicely, his calves big and flaring, putting the lie to the old adage that black men have a hard time with the lower leg. But I froze when I saw what was straining against those tight black posing trunks from behind. My world spun into a trance of slow motion as I saw his beautiful ripe bubble buns from behind, the pose he was in accentuating their dimples like nothing else he could have done. My mouth went dry with a sudden realization. Nothing else in the world was as important as that ass. More than anything else in the world at that moment, I wanted to stick my thick hard dick up Marvin's sweet little butt and fuck the living shit out of him. Cram was hard, rock hard as he lay there between my thighs and I thought about that sweet little butt of the brother, that tight little hole that would feel so good around my cock. I wanted to have that ass so badly that it was all I could do to keep from dragging it off stage right then. I could just about feel the sweet sensation as I thrust my cock into it. That smokin' hot butt just taking all of Cram, holding it tight as I rammed my meat deep. Marvin stuck his beautiful ass up and out even farther, the posing trunks sliding away from the sides, deepening the dimples and sliding into the steaming crack. I gripped my raging shaft and felt the surge of blood rush through the veins that jutted out on the sides of my thick piece of red-hot cock meat. Marvin went into a split, spreading those beautiful butt globes. I wanted that ass. I wanted that hot ass. I wanted to fuck it, to fill that tight little hole with the thickness of my prick, to ram that meat home and shoot my load up the little brother's sweet ass. I felt the thickness of Cram with my hand as I gripped him. That cock of mine was huge, thinking of the brother's butt. I wanted to fuck that butt, to ram my meat into that sweet ass canal and whomp the ministud's ass as I fucked him, to slap those round cheeks as I slammed my meat to the hilt, filling Marvin with my long hard pole of dong flesh. That meat throbbed and drooled as Marvin left the stage. I had to act fast. I hadn't been looking to make it with anybody tonight, but I knew I was going to have Marvin. Or rather, Cram did. Cram was in complete control of this situation. He hurt he was so hard. And I had to think fast... I went out to the parking lot and waited. Sure enough, Marvin came out to put something in his car, hustling back in to see the Lightweights. He had dressed in jeans and a gold satin crewneck sleeveless shirt that clung lovingly to every succulent bend and crease of his torso. Carefully making sure I wasn't seen, I slipped to the backside of his car, letting the air out of one of his tires with a key in the valve stem. Then I collapsed the back seat of my SUV to make plenty of room in the back and pulled it near his, away from the lights but near enough to be convenient. And then, adrenaline and testosterone making it a chore to remember not to touch a raging Cram, I waited. Waited for that ass. After what seemed like an eternity (but was in reality probably only about half an hour) people began filing out. I popped the back hatch of the SUV, opening it in preparation for my quarry. Sure enough, he was one of the last ones out, his gregarious nature having assured that he'd be in there shooting the breeze until the meet broke up completely. I saw him wave to one of the last people around, standing unsuspectingly by his car as he innocently watch them drive off. He stood another minute, sucking his voluptuous lower lip sensuously...then got into his car and fired it up. I could hear the CA-THUMP! Of the useless flat from where I was sitting as he backed it out only a few feet until it became obvious what the problem was. He jumped from the car and around to the passenger's side, swearing. I gave it a couple of seconds, and then crawled out, sauntering nonchalantly towards him... "Gotta problem, bud?" I asked disingenuously, studying the way his hot round ass filled out his Levi's so well as he bent over, looking at the tire and putting on a beautiful display as his high tight bubble cheeks flexed against the fabric... "Fuckin' flat," he growled irritably, kicking the useless tire and straightening up. "Naw, stud," I corrected, grabbing him in a half nelson with one hand while the other wrapped around his narrow waist and hauled him off his feet. "Fuckin' ROUND." I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans as I hustled him toward the waiting back end of my SUV. "Your ass, that is. See, I gotta problem, too...and we're gonna take care of mine FIRST." "HEY!" he yelled in surprise, caught off-guard and flailing ineffectually as I got him to the entrance of the SUV. I yanked his pants good and open and then threw him in, face down, grabbing the cuffs of his jeans and YANKING as hard as I could. His flip- flops went flying and his pants were down past his knees before he knew what hit him. I was instantly on top of him, kneeing him spreadeagled and pushing him completely inside while my weight pinned him on his stomach... "Hey! What the hell you doing?" Marvin yelped as I pinned his calves down with my knees, the bunched jeans helping and reaching behind us, closed the hatch of the SUV. We were inside now, windows darkly tinted. Sound muffled. I looked down. "No underwear, eh? I like that." My voice was thick with lust. I gazed for a moment at the squirming little stud, his pants pulled down and that high little butt of his sticking up in the air. It was a beautiful sight. I could see those two round ass globes with the deep crack outlined by that hot little butt. Cram jerked as I thought about what it was going to feel like to fuck that tight little ass. I grabbed those brown melons with my hands, squeezing and separating those cheeks and slipping my fingers along the deep moist crack of Marvin's ass. I could feel that warm dewy asshole as the stud lay pinned there, screaming with fright and squirming under my touch. That sphincter felt so tight, that rosy asterisk opened to my touch and I slipped a hard finger inside, feeling the tightness of that virgin ass... "Shit, man! Whatchoo doin'? Let me go, fucker!" he howled, thrashing hysterically as I shucked my own pants, pinning him down with a forearm as Cram sprang free, twitching and drooling. I pulled his t-shirt up tight under his armpits as I slid to lie on top of him, Cram poking against his ripe balls and sliming his nutsac with a steady dribble of viscous precum... I wrapped an arm around his throat and yanked his head back, hunching against him and groaning with delight at the feel of his firm tight little jockbod against mine. "Fucker is right, hotstuff," I hissed in his ear. "Some guys I seduce, some guys I coerce. YOU, I'm just gonna take," I spat, fiercely. I could see his eyes widen in fear. "No, man! Don't punk me! I ain't no fag! AHHHH!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. The feel of his beautiful wriggling little body against mine was most delectable. His muscular shapely thighs batted Cram back and forth between them in his struggles, almost causing me to shoot right then and there. I decided to get down to business... I pinned his rockhard thighs tightly with my knees, holding them down and spread wide against the sides of the truck. Looking around, I saw a length of nylon rope I had used to keep a piece of furniture we had moved not too long ago. Reaching up, I pulled the armrest between the two front passenger seats to vertical. Wrapping the rope twice around the armrest, I wrapped it twice again around the corded muscles of his shapely neck, tying it off. I didn't tie him up so tightly that he was in danger, but he couldn't get leverage to free himself. He was held immobile, his amazingly attractive back and ass a study in unrivaled muscular perfection. His beautifully shaped arms went instinctively to his captured throat. I chuckled at his naiveté as I slid down his stunning little body, grasping his perfectly round tailmounds yet again, relishing the feel of orbs that must have been the type that Euclid had in mind when he wrote the equation to describe them so long ago. Splitting those perfect spheres, I gasped at the treasure buried inside the deep hot crack. His sphincter was the most beautiful flower of flesh I had ever seen. He was a blossom waiting to be plucked. His rosebud was an elegant delicacy, a perfect aperture of splendor with a covering of wonder. Cram was painfully swollen as I lowered my face to the waiting cavity... I fastened my lips to the honeyed hole, sealing my face to the flower of flesh beneath and massaging the rim of his sphincter with the soft undersides of my lips. He moaned as I kneaded his muscular boundary with my lips, making weird slurping smooching sounds as I sucked his asshole. My pointed tongue slithered past the waiting fissure... His opening was hardly the size of a dime. I panted with sheer lust as I moved into position, pulling his succulent crevice apart with one hand and holding Cram with the other as he pushed past the round muscularity of his tensed assmounds and lodging against the slick hot eye of his sphincter. Cram's head was gripped, squeezed and simultaneously excluded from the opening of greatest desire. His lips pressed against the furnace of Marvin's beauty. The opening was simultaneously plugged and filled by the invader. Marvin's tiny fissure and powerfully clenched muscle ring quaked and shuddered against the drooling bloated head of Cram, sending me over the edge. Cram exploded. Thick ropy jets of sperm gushed against and into the tightly clenched orifice. Marvin screamed as his hole was sprayed with a vast spout of fucklust, sending a copious spew of dickslime into the virgin canyon. I spasmed with the sheer physical joy of the involuntary orgasm, holding Marvin's hips still as I shot, relishing the feel of his iliac crests beneath my fingers as my jizz slicked his hole. I howled as I creamed his crack, finally subsiding into dry twitches against the sweet cherry pucker. Cram was still hard as a rock. Without conscious thought, I increased the pressure against Marvin's voluptuous cavity. The coating of cum cut the friction as Cram began to slide past the tightly held opening, making the penetration easier. Not that I gave a damn about that...I was in mindless rut, Cram an asshole bandit with a taste for cherries. Here was the tight part now...I pushed forward mercilessly, feeling his ring give way. He wailed with fear and pain, begging me "not to" as we both felt the flare of the head slip in. He jerked violently as I began feeding the shaft up his clutching tunnel, delectable soft tight hot slickness surrounding more and more of the rod as it punched home up his tiny chute. I bottomed out, my balls brushing his as I pulled his bubble buttcheeks apart, relishing the sight of the base of my rod protruding from the band of muscle as his colon quivered enticingly around my bonehard dongshaft... Penetration...accomplished! Anal virginity...taken! "And now, my sweet little black cherry," I hissed in his ear, biting his earlobe viciously as I ground my weight atop him, "Time to fuck this delicious ass of yours." I slowly pulled out of the hot tight rectal sheath, whooping with delight at the sensation of his muscular tailhole clutching against my sensitive dickflesh, imploring it not to leave as I stopped at the head and pushed home again. His voluptuous buttocks quivered like jello as I invaded him again, and again, slowly increasing the tempo. The depression at the nape of his broad back where the midline crease at the juncture of his flaring lats deepened into his superb buttcrack winked at me as I plowed his gripping furrow again and again. Each stroke was sweeter than the last as I fucked him harder and harder, his yells of pain and rage transforming gradually with each incursion past his prostate into gasps and then moans of pleasure. I grinned in savage delight as I felt him slacken, accept. "Fuccckkk..." he shuddered, accepting the fullness in his twitching colon as I porked it to him, my hands caressing and exploring his perfect taut little body as I screwed him violently. I found an old cushion next to me and shoved it under his tight rippling belly, elevating his succulent ass and giving me access to his cock. It was rock hard and throbbing! I stroked it, slicking it with my sperm and his own precum and squeezing his balls as I felt my own nuts begin to churn... "Oh, SHIT!!" he bellowed, his hefty length of dickshaft convulsing as he began to cum, "FUCK ME!!" I pounded his tunnel, my pelvis a blur as the feeling of his orgasm sent me over the edge. I shot waves of cum into his tail, consummating the act of his deflowerment. We both screamed in delight as we spermed, the dimples in his shapely ass hollowing again and again as he alternately thrust back on my delighted boner and forward with another bolt of semen... Pulling out reluctantly, I slapped his gorgeous butt hard as he yelped in surprise. "Atta way to ride it, man," I growled. " Erm...would you mind turning me LOOSE now?" he huffed, trying to loosen the rope around his neck. I chuckled, beginning to untie the knot and freeing him from the armrest. "Sure, sweetcakes. But you KNOW I'm gonna have to have me some more of that hot hole of yours." I licked up the crevice of his back, putting a hickey on his thick trap as I fondled his voluptuous torso roughly, plucking at his nipples as I molested him... He pulled loose from my grasp. Rolling over, he pulled his pants up over his still- hard cock and fastened them without looking at me. Then his eyes met mine and his lip curled in a reluctant half-smirk. "We'll see."