Date: Wed, 7 Aug 2013 22:15:43 -0500
From: guiness@suddenlink.net
Subject: My Nephews Have Their Way, Part 4

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My Nephews Have They're Way: Part 4

So, all my meat was almost done and I stepped into the kitchen to prepare
vegetables for the grill. Lance glides into the kitchen right after me. He
immediately started grabbing several fruits and some of the vegetables I
was working on.

"Whoa, dude. What are you doing with all that?"

"Oh, wimp boy out there is bitching about how drained he is from his
workout session and begged me to make him one of my post workout recovery
smoothies. It tastes like shit. But they always bring my energy back to
100% in about an hour and I think they actually prolong my pump.  Anyway,
he said the two of you weren't done yet and wants to be ready right after
we eat."

Lance was throwing all kinds of stuff in the blender along with some
supplement he kept in his room.  It really looked nasty.

"Well, supper will be ready in 10 minutes. I hope your concoction won't
ruin his appetite"

He was too preoccupied with the process to actually comprehend what I was
saying. Unless I missed something, I won the arm wrestling match.  So, I
didn't know what Logan was wanting to "finish". I got a little anxious. I
got my vegetables and went back to the grill.  Logan quickly burst out of
the shop and came and stood behind me at the grill.  He was pressing his
body against my back. I could feel his cock pressing against the upper part
of my ass.  He leaned his head in.

"So, we're going to try the arm wrestling thing again. This time I won't be
tired from my workout and we'll see what's what.  I told Lance that we'd be
working out again so he'll be there, too. After all, I wanted you to
compare our dicks anyway and he'll be handy to be able to convince you to
do my bidding if you refuse me."

I couldn't think of anything to say. I was too dumbfounded by what was
going on at the moment to formulate a sentence.

"By the way, I was just wanting to get your opinion on how my dick stacked
up with other guys.  I think you're gonna have to do a little bit more than
just examine. I hope Uncle Doug has you trained well."

Logan thumped the back of my head and strutted into the house.  Supper
conversation made me very uncomfortable.  Of course all my food was great
and people were commenting about how great it all was. Doug decided to
boast on me a bit.

"Next time, Ken needs to smoke some stuff for us.  He is particularly
mastered at smoking meats."

I noticed a huge smile spread across Logan's face and he began staring
directly at me.

"So, Kenny can really smoke some meat, huh?  Well I?m REALLY looking
forward to that.  I bet he is really good at smoking sausage"

I was amazed that no one picked up on the pun.  Logan continued to glare at
me for the rest of supper. After we were done, Doug told me to go ahead to
the shop and help Logan and he was going to visit with his sister for a
while.  I really had no excuse not to go out to the shop and indulge Logan
in whatever he had planned. So, I proceeded out there.

When I entered the shop, Lance was performing rapid pushups with Logan
standing just below Lances shoulder blades.  I have seen guys do this
before and think it is a hot feat of strength. Logins head almost hit the
low lying rafters every time Lance exploded upwards.  I even noticed Logins
feet lift off Lances back with a few of the more forceful reps. I was able
to see him perform at least 20 of these reps before I was noticed by Logan.

"Fuck yeah, he's here.  Come on, let?s go!"

Logan swiftly dismounted Lance and got on his stomach with arm in
position. I sighed and assumed the position.  We locked hands and he
immediately began an offensive bid for dominance.  I was able to quickly
get some of my weight advantage working for me and stopped his initial push
and return our arms to vertical.  I slowly began to gain some ground and
push him slightly down.  I was about halfway down with him; our arms were
at a 45 degree angle and all momentum I had ceased.  I looked up at Logan's
face and he was grinning from ear to ear. All of the sudden, I felt a surge
of force come from his arm and he began to move my arm upward.  I knew if
he got us back to vertical, I would definitely lose.  So, I sunk all the
bodyweight I could into my effort and pushed as hard as I could.  Slowly,
very slowly, I was able to push him back all the way to the floor.  I
flopped my arms down and laid my forehead on the floor to try and
recuperate my strength.  Logan started pacing around the room, grunting,
furious he had lost again.  Suddenly, I felt a hand grab a fistful of my
hair.  It was Lance.  He had come up behind me during the match.  He began
lifting my head up off the floor followed by my upper torso.

"You cheated, Uncle Kenny.  You can't put all your bodyweight into a match
like you did.  Especially when you outweigh your opponent by like 60
pounds."

I grabbed onto Lance's wrist to try and support some of my weight instead
of my poor hair as Lance continued to pull more and more of my body off the
floor.  I was finally to a point where I could get my knees under me.
Lance stopped pulling up on my hair once I was kneeling but did not let go
of my hair.  He then walked in front of me. My face was now mere inches
from his rock hard abs. The sweat from his pushup performance made each
striation glisten under the ambient light.  I could feel the awesome power
exuding from this jacked muscle stud.  I knew he was in complete control
and could make me pretty much do anything with little resistance.  I
twinged as he snapped my head back by the hair.  I was now staring up at
his angelic face. We remained staring at each other as he began to yell to
Logan who was across the room hitting the heavy back.

"Yo, dumbass! What were you gonna get from Ken if you won that arm
wrestling match?"

"Huh, what?" Logan was just now realizing what had happened since he lost.
"Oh, dude, awesome.  He was gonna see my dick and tell me how it compared
to other guys' dicks.  I only can compare to you and I won that challenge a
while back."

"What the fuck, man?!" Lance thrust me by my hair, backwards.  I flew back
foot or so and landed on my ass.  "You are not bigger than me, dork.  I am
older than you and I have gone all the way through puberty. Plus, every
chick and dude I've been with has told me how big I was.  There's no way
you got this beat"

At this, Lance pulled down his basketball shorts to reveal a somewhat
thick, semi hard, 7 inch cock.  His balls were tight and looked like a
flesh covered apple that his penis laid over as if on display.  It actually
looked quite impressive on his short, buff frame.  I felt myself getting
aroused by the sight of Lance?s beautiful sculpted physique adorned with
his impressive complete package.  Logan began to giggle to himself.

"Dewd, I got you sooo beat."  Logan then pulled down the waistband of his
running shorts to reveal a thick, vein covered, 7.5 inch, still flaccid,
monster of a penis.  His balls just were able to peek out on either side of
his pendulous fallice. Logan continued, "This is a real fuckin dick, bro."

Blushing, Lance conceded, "Fuck, man.  I had no idea you were that fuckin
big."  His penis quickly shriveled up to almost nothing. "I would want to
show mine off to everybody if it was that massive, too.  Well, Uncle Kenny,
since you cheated, Logan won the arm wrestling match by default.  Get over
here to pay your debt for losing."

I had already turned and began to leave at that point.  Lance dashed around
the weight bench and intercepted me just a few feet from the door.  He
reached out with his left hand and put three fingers on my sternum.

"No, no, no, no, no. You gotta live up to your end of the bargain. Get over
there, get on your knees and give my little bro his prize."

I don't know what made me think I could actually physically do something to
prevent this.  But, I grabbed Lance's wrist to try and push him
aside. Lance confidently countered by grabbing my wrist with his right hand
and effortlessly began to slowly twist my arm.  I pointlessly struggled
with all my might to stop this but he continued twisting unil I was forced
to turn around to releive some of the torque pressure being applied.  He
then grabbed my left shoulder with his left hand and exerted upward force,
lifting me off the floor about 3 inches.  Logan then strolled over.  Being
that I was suspended by Lance's awesome strength, 6'1" Logan and I were
able to look at each other eye to eye. Logan, biting the corner of his
lower lip, looked me up and down, then dropped his shorts to reveal
everything.  Then Lance dropped me.  I fell to my knees, my face slapping
Logans cock on the way down.

"Ha, that's more like it! Fuck the comparing shit, I know how big I am! I
want to teach you a fucking lesson for cheating!"  Logan grabbed my neck
with his right hand and began to choke me as he forced me to stand up.  He
continued to choke and lift me until I was forced onto my tip toes. "You
are going to worship me now and there's nothing you can do about it, is
there?"

Logan then pushed me by the neck backwards.  I stubbled back, finally
landing on the weight bench with a loud clanging.  Lance positioned himself
behind me, grabbed my arms and pinned them behind the olympic bar used for
benchpress.

"Come on, Logan.  Make him pay for his unsportsmanlike conduct"

Lance had me reclined in such a way that Logan was able to walk up,
straddle my stomach and have his cock directly in my face.  He was now
somewhat aroused and had grown from 7.5 inches to just over 8 inches.  It
was hanging there heavily, brushing against the tip of my nose every so
often.  Logan the grabbed the groomed base of his cock and began to slap me
in the face repeatedly.  One side, then the other.  Each blow harder and
harder.  Each blow making his dick harder and bigger.  Each blow making MY
cock harder and bigger.  After the 10th or 12th smack of his now rock hard
cock, he left it resting against my left cheek.  He slowly pulled back as
his penis slid accross my cheekbone. He seemed to go on forever.  Finally
the head passed my nose and sprung back and forth. I was now facing a super
thick, 9 1/4 inch, throbbing piece of muscle boy meat.  I resisted the
overwhelming urge to stick out my tongue and lick just the head of this
near perfect specimen.

"Lick it, loser"