Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2002 10:07:01 -0700 (PDT) From: J M Subject: PUMPING WITH CHARLEY III Thanks to all who responded so favorably to installments I & II. This continuation of the story also contains elements of truth, and once again, all the names have been changed in the interest of discretion. Enjoy. _______________________________________________________________________ It was a Sunday evening when the phone rang. We had just finished dinner and were about to view the game film of my nephew's Friday night high school football game. He's a 185lb linebacker who's following in his uncle's footsteps and working on developing his physique at the high school gym. He has the genetic makeup to be a competitive bodybuilder; hopefully he'll have better luck at it than I. It was Luke calling from his cellphone. It had been about three weeks since his mating with Charley at the welding shop behind the gym. "I'm on my way to the Iron Xroads to work on my posing routine", he said. The state fair competition was coming up in about a week so he was seeking my expertise on the subject. "I'd like you to give me some pointers about posing, and I also need a backstage "oiler" if you're interested". After I mentally noted the pun (pointers), I responded without giving it a thought, "Sure Luke, I'd be happy to help you with both". "I'll be viewing game films for about an hour or so, so why don't you swing by and pick me up around 9:00pm?". The elation in his voice was noticeable. "That's great, and bring Charley along!", he said with obvious exhuberance. I responded immediately saying, "I think he'd love to take a ride". I watched the films with the family and was pleased to see my nephew in action. He's an amazing kid. The headlights of Luke's Hummer H1 lit up the drive at exactly 9:00pm. His vehicle is any guy's dream machine; black, with a massive brush guard and whinch on the front, an off-road light bar on top, and tinted windows. It's enough to give a guy with an ounce of testosterone, a huge woody. Luke stepped out and walked in front of the headlights. He was wearing baggy black and pink swirl designed muscle pants and a tight fitting black muscle T top. His sillouette, backlit by the headlights, was almost mythical in nature. The light shone around his curly hair like a halo. His head is shaved close at the sides with a mass of tight curls on top. The massive V shape of his torso tapered down to a 30 inch waistline, then bulged out once again due to his very well developed thighs. He is a magnificent specimen of manhood, I thought. "Hey, I'm really glad you're going to help me tonight", Luke said. "The competition is getting close and I'm getting a little nervous about it". "No sweat kid", I responded. "I'll show you a thing or two". He grinned. I opened the back doors of the Hummer and whistled to Charley. He came running from the cornfield and bounded up and into the Hum-Vee. I yelled goodbye to the family and hopped into this Greek god's black stallion of a vehicle. I was like a kid in a candy store, playing with buttons and just daydreaming about this car. "I take it you've never been in a Hummer?", he said. "I guess it's pretty obvious", I answered; a tad embarrassed. We arrived at the Iron Xroads Gym within a few minutes and saw a couple of cars outside. One belonged to Buddy, a guy who owns the local roofing company. He drives a boring company pickup, but he is far from boring. Let's just say that if Howie Long had a twin, his name would be Buddy. Need I say more? He too was in preparing for the competition. He was training pretty heavy when we came in and just grunted a quick "Hey". There was another guy on the treadmill, his latte sitting on the ledge. A wishful thinker I imagined. Luke and I positioned ourselves in front of the large mirrored wall in the rear. He dropped his muscle pants, peeled off the T top, and removed his shoes, standing there in the skimpiest pair of pink posing trunks I've ever seen. It was that satiny European cut that's popular these days. "I want to wow the judges and the crowd with some new routines", he said. I thought to myself, "You're going to wow them with the package that's bulging out between your legs". I smiled. We spent an hour working on some posing routines that I thought would give his physique the edge over the competition. I've been to this meet before and I know that the only person Luke needs to worry about is Buddy. After we finished the fine points of posing, Luke asked if I'd ever oiled anyone before. Aside from putting sunscreen on my wife, I was a novice. He suggested that we go into his gym office for some privacy. We walked into his plush gym office and he grabbed a bottle of posing oil, then moved in front of a large floor-to-ceiling mirror. The poster of Bob Paris was just to the right of it. "Isn't he something?", Luke asked. I said, "He's got nothing on you Luke". Luke showed me how to warm the oil in my hands and instructed me how to start at his neck and work my way down. I slowly massaged the oil onto the bulging trapezius muscles either side of his neck. He held his arms out as I tried to cup my hands around his huge deltoids and down his massive biceps, further down along his forearms, his wrist, then on to his fingertips. I was losing my focus and got lost in the moment. I could feel my uncut cock start to swell. I then ran my oiled hands down his huge latissimus dorsi muscles, or "bat wings"; the muscles that give a bodybuilder that classic V shape. I then worked down his huge thighs and bulging calves. At that point Luke turned around and my eyes were immediately drawn to his posing trunks which were valiantly trying to hold in his huge, throbbing uncut cock. I said, "Luke, how am I going to do this backstage if you're going to react like that?". He giggled and said, "What are you going to do, tape it back inside your body?". We both laughed at that suggestion. Luke assured me that when he's preparing for a contest, his focus is solely on winning, and nothing else. "Whew, that's a relief", I said. I oiled his beautiful pectorals, and then ran my fingers over his "washboard" abs (there is no more apt description). I gulped as I passed his crotch and worked the front of his legs. He turned again and faced the mirror, saying, "You did a nice job for a newbie". "It's smooth, not too blotchy. Not bad". The oil, combined with a deep, rich, machine tan, made every buldge and striation stand out. He was "cut". Under the stage lighting he'll be magnificent, I thought. Luke said, "Let's go into the welding shop, I've got a surprise for you,". We went out another door that led right into it. We walked over to something covered by a tarp. Luke pulled it off and said, "Voila!". It was something Luke fabricated in the shop, and it looked like some kind of raised platform with arms that extended outward, as if to accommodate two forearms bent at the elbow. At the end of each one there was an upright handle grip. They were connected by a tray that looked like a person's belly would rest on it. All horizontal planes were padded with soft felt-like material. The shape reminded me of the starship Enterprise from Star Trek . I asked, "What is it?". Luke laughed and said, "It's a dog fucking station". "Get it?". As soon as he said that it was abundantly clear. This guy is talented and hooked on fucking dogs. "Wow, that's cool. Should we give it a try?", I blurted. Before I knew it, Luke slipped out the door and had Charley in tow. I hadn't mated with Charley for two months, so I was excited about the possibility. Luke showed me how this fucking station allows the dog to service one guy, while the other can get on his hands and knees underneath. I peeled off my clothes and revealed a throbbing erection. Luke eased me into the contraption, using velcro straps to secure my slightly splayed legs at the ankles. I placed my forearms in the troughs, gripped the hand grips, and gently laid my abs down on the tray between them. I was at a slight downward angle that placed my butt hole high in the air. It felt as though it were custom made for me. Luke oiled my hole then urged Charley up onto the platform. He knew what came next. It didn't take him long to hop onto my back and wrap his front legs around my waist. As soon as his dog dick touched my anal sphincter, he rammed it in hard, harder than the last time, I thought. Charley pumped me as if I were the last bitch on Earth. His doggie nuts slapped up against my glutes.....bam, bam, bam. I could tell his knot was swelling because it started to bang against my hole. I widened my ass as much as I could, and his knot disappeared inside. It hurt a little this time, so it must have been smaller last time. It filled me like someone stuck a balloon up me and inflated it. All this time his rythmic pounding continued. I glanced down to see a naked, oiled-up Luke backing up towards me; his oiled butt hole glistening in the light. Luke quickly turned around and slid a condom on my uncut man meat. We're as clean as the driven snow, but we're not stupid. He turned again and backed up toward my dangling member. Charley's thrusts made my dick and ball sack swing like a pendulum. I stiffened up and tried to hold it taut while Luke got up on his tiptoes to get lined up. He found his target quickly and my 7 inches of wrapped rascal buried itself in his ass. It was the tightest "pussy" I'd ever been in. I love penis/vagina sex, but this was incredible. He pumped me from the front, while Charley rammed me from behind. It was a blur of grunting, thrusting, panting, moaning, and cumming. Charley blew his load any number of times, then turned and docked with me, spurting billions of his canine sperm inside my guts. The feel of his hot dog cum and the rythmic pulsing action are indescribable. In the meantime, Luke was rythmically thrusting my cock up his ass, in total control because I was strapped in. His thrusting, Charley's spurting, and the tightness of Luke's hole brought me to the most spectacular orgasm. I could feel my cum inflating the condom inside Luke's asshole. At that moment, Luke lost his load all over the towel he had layed underneath himself, then the door from the gym swung open. Buddy walked in with eyes the size of dinner plates. He stuttered, "Somme ggggguy is having trrrouble with his kkkey, OH MY GOD!". Charley pulled out of me with a "pop". To be continued....