Date: Thu, 23 Jul 2009 02:24:52 +1000
From: cranbourne123@hotmail.com
Subject: Sam Seduces Muscle Stud (Part One)

Disclaimer:

This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between a man and a teenage
boy. If this is not to your taste, or is illegal where you live, or you
find it morally offensive, then read no further and leave now!!

The story is purely imaginary and bears no resemblance to any living person
or persons as far as I know, much as you or I might wish!

Sam Seduces His Muscle Stud (Part One)

Sam sat eating a bowl of cereal as he read the note his mom had left him.
"Enjoy your first day of school holidays, honey. Don't forget Mr Reynolds
will be here around 9 to finish building the backyard fence, he'll let
himself in the side gate. Money's on the counter, don't get up to too much
trouble. Love Mom xx"

Sam smiled to himself and wondered whether inviting the town's football
team into his house and having them fuck him silly all day constituted too
much trouble in his mom's eyes? "Ah well, fantasies" he thought
disappointedly. Although only 15, Sam was resigned to the thought that he'd
never fulfill his fantasies, which usually involved him submitting to the
sexual demands of one of the many young studs who lived in his town. With
his mom and dad at work and his 17 year old sister away for a week on a
hockey trip, Sam was looking forward to having the house to himself during
the day, hopefully old man Reynolds kept to himself in the backyard
building the fence and didn't bother him!

Sam washed up his bowl and slowly made his way upstairs. He walked into the
bathroom and began to brush his teeth. As he brushed he looked at himself
in the mirror. Wearing a very tight white tank top and light blue briefs,
he liked what he saw. His longish blonde hair fell softly over his lightly
tanned face. The wisps of hair perfectly framed his beautiful blue eyes and
his perfect white teeth set off nicely against his tanned skin. He was too
pretty to be a boy, his mom and dad had said it jokingly many a time, but
deep down he knew it was true.

After finishing brushing he started the shower and let it warm up. As he
did he stepped back and slowly pulled his tank top over his head and let it
drop to the floor. He admired his slim, completely smooth torso. He ran his
hands over his nipples and down his smooth abs, running them along the
tight V that disappeared below his boxer shorts. He slipped his fingers
under the waistband, slowly bent and slid them down over his ass and down
his legs until they fell to the floor. He stepped out of them and turned
around so he could check out his perfect, smooth ass. He ran one hand over
his right cheek as he looked at it in the mirror over his shoulder. So
perky, so smooth, so perfect, he thought. So why hadn't any man taken it
and ravaged it yet? Maybe one day, he sighed, but when!?

Sam tested the water temperature, adjusted it until it was right and then
stepped in. He let the stream run down his back, over his perky ass cheeks
and down the back of his smooth thighs and calves before leaning his head
back and wetting his hair and face. He ran his hands over his face and back
through his hair, letting the water run down his arms, over his smooth
underarms, down across his perky small pecs, and then down his abs and legs
until he was completely wet.

Once wet, Sam looked around at the shampoos and body washes and chose his
favourite, Strawberry Sundae. It was actually his sister's however he loved
the sweet feminine smell and used it whenever he could. As he rubbed the
suds across his smooth body he playfully rubbed his nipples, causing them
to firm. He closed his eyes and softly tweaked and played with them,
allowing himself to let out a soft moan as he did. He ran his hands across
his light abs and down the front of his smooth thighs, rubbing the body
wash into them. He reapplied some more body wash to his hands and then
began caressing an ass cheek with each hand. He gently massaged each ass
cheek and slowly allowed the middle fingers of his right hand to creep into
his crack and gently probe against his ass hole. He closed his eyes as the
tip of his middle finger entered his smooth boy pussy, softly parting the
tender lips which invited him to investigate further. He imagined it was
some muscular stud standing behind him with his arms wrapped around his
slender frame, with a massive cock pushing against his hole (he even
thought he'd settle for 40-something Mr Reynolds! He wasn't too bad for an
older guy, well-built, masculine -- that got him thinking...). He slowly
began to push his finger in further but was suddenly interrupted by a
distant ringing sound. He snapped out of his dreamy daze, not entirely sure
if he had heard correctly. He poked his head out the shower door and
listened. Nothing. Just as he was about to return to his `special place' he
heard the ringing again. It was the front door! And this time he heard
someone calling out "Hello? Mrs Ryder?"

"Dammit" Sam cursed as he shut off the shower and stepped out. "Dammit" he
cursed again as he bent over, exposing his smooth hungry boy pussy, looking
for a towel in the bathroom cupboard. Nothing. Only a small half towel
which was usually used as a bath mat. Sam attempted to dry himself with the
small piece of material but heard the doorbell ring again -- it must be
Mr Reynolds. Realising he needed to answer it or risk the builder leaving
and causing further holdup to the construction of his mom's brick back
fence he decided to wrap the small towel around his waist and run down the
hall to answer the door. The towel just reached around his slim 26" inch
waist and reached half way down his smooth lean thighs.

"I'm coming" he cried, as the doorbell rang again, he had hoped to be
crying that in the shower until being rudely interrupted!

Sam attempted to hide his semi-nakedness behind the door as he opened it
and started to say "Sorry Mr Reynolds, I was..." but he was stopped in his
tracks by the muscular young man on his front doorstep. "You're not Mr
Reynolds..."

"No, I'm Butch, Butch Reynolds, his son," said the young man, slightly
stunned by the wet, smooth, naked (from what he could see from in front of
the door) teen boy. "Dad's sent me to get started on laying the foundations
for the fence, he's been held up at the Wilson's place today. Your mom told
us to get in through the side gate but it's locked, looks like I
interrupted your shower!"

Sam was slightly mesmerized as he attempted to stutter out a reply. 19 year
old Butch Reynolds was one of the prime specimens of young manhood in his
town, if not the country, or the world! Standing about 6'2" to Sam's 5'9"
and weighing in at about 86kg to Sam's 58kg, Butch had been the captain of
the high school wrestling team and quarterback for the high school football
team the previous year. His body ripped with smooth, muscles which had only
continued to grow since he had begun working with his father in the
family's building company after completing high school. Not to mention the
deep golden brown tan which he'd developed after long days working
shirtless in the hot summer sun which only further served to highlight his
delicious definition. From his large round cut biceps, to his big round
heavy pecs and his rippling 6-8 pack abs all framed by a strong V-Shaped
rippling back, Butch was a stud! His body wasn't his only selling
point. His face was as cute, if not cuter, than any Abercrombie model with
brown curly hair sitting atop a chiseled face and jaw with magnificent
dimples framing soft lips, all set off by piercing, deep brown eyes.

Sam managed to shakily murmer "Sure, come in" when he really meant, "Take
me, ravage me and cum in-side me!".

Butch picked up his tool box and stepped inside. He looked at Sam who could
no longer hide behind the door and thought the kid looked pretty funny
trying to hide his embarrassment at getting caught soaking wet in just a
towel. He also couldn't help to think he looked somewhat cute, very smooth
lean body, longish damp blonde hair, great eyes, and from what he could see
(and the towel couldn't hide) a fairly purky little butt! What was that? Am
I checking him out?! "Sorry, I can head out the back and get started, you'd
better get dried up" Butch said.

Sam smiled, showed Butch the back door and then headed to his room. "OH MY
GOD!" Sam said to himself as he dropped the towel and fell face first on to
his bed in embarrassment. He buried his face in the pillow, giggled to
himself and dozed off.

About 11:30 Butch had carried about ten sacks of cement and wheeled about
six wheelbarrow-loads of bricks into the backyard. His muscles were
pounding and his chest and arms were ripped. His chest was absolutely
exploding out of his already tight blue tank top, further emphasizing the
tapered effect of his upper body against his midsection which narrowed to a
perfect 32" waist. Covered in sweat already and with the mid morning sun
beating down on him he slowly peeled off his soaking tank top and tucked it
into his faded blue short work shorts. As was his usual practice he only
wore an old jock strap while building, to keep everything tucked in (as
best he could with his 9 inch monster!) and when he tucked his tank top
into his shorts it weighed them down slightly at the back so the waist band
of the jockstrap was revealed, as well as a small amount of the top of
Butch's firm round smooth mounds of ass.

He decided to head inside to grab a drink and use the bathroom. He slid the
back door open and walked inside, no sign of Sam in the kitchen or lounge
room. He walked down the hall toward the bathroom. Sam must be in his
bedroom, he thought. Sam's bedroom was next to the main bathroom so, as the
door was wide open, he decided to poke his head in and say hi before using
the bathroom. He was not expecting the site that greeted him.

Sam was lying in the exact same position he had dozed off in about two
hours earlier. Head in his pillow, face down, and naked! Sam's two smooth
perky ass cheeks caught Butch's attention first. A gasp of "wow" escaped
his lips and as soon as he said it he snapped himself to attention "Wow?!
What the, he's a dude, dude and he's like 14!?!" he thought to
himself. Despite this, Butch couldn't pull his attention away from the
peacefully sleeping young teen. His smooth perky ass cheeks were only the
start. Heading downward they led to two beautiful, tight, slim, hairless
thighs which perfectly framed the round bubble butt they supported. Below
this were two beautiful lean toned calves. Above the ass to end all asses
was a tight, very tight, slim waist.

Butch realized that his hand had subconsciously begun softly squeezing his
semi-hard cock through his old work shorts. He thought to himself that
Sam's body was slightly feminine. That's it, he thought, that's why I'm
still looking at this boy's bod -- he reminds me of a chick, that's it!
As he consoled himself with this thought he noticed Sam begin to stir and
quickly pulled himself back from the doorway. He heard Sam wake up and
thought it safest if he quietly sneak back into the backyard, he could take
care of his toilet requirements under one of the large trees -- just as
soon as this boner subsided!

No wonder he had a boner, Butch thought. He had slept with nearly all the
attractive girls in his age bracket in the town since he was 15 and had
quickly learned that girls didn't share his passion for just one night
stands and had already had two close encounters with girls becoming a
little too possessive and attempting to tie him down by becoming
pregnant. Fortunately his parents had been able to speak with their parents
and convinced them to have their daughters "do the right thing" for both
teenagers' futures however Butch's father had (forcefully) warned him that
the next girl he got pregnant, he'd marry. Butch was definitely not ready
for that type of commitment so had chosen to resist temptation. He was
quickly learning the cost though. He virtually had a 24 hour boner and his
right (and sometimes left) hand had became his best friend over the past
three months.

As Sam slowly stirred he gradually remembered what had happened earlier
that morning and realized he had dosed off, naked, with the door open!
Luckily Butch had been working in the backyard or it would have meant even
further embarrassment in front of the stud of all studs. He quickly got up,
and looked out the window, hoping to see the young muscle stud hard at
work. What he saw stunned him. Butch was standing against the large oak
tree in the corner of the garden. From Sam's position Butch was side on,
his left hand was propped against the tree, his shorts were pulled down at
the front and his right hand held his thick cock which was currently
delivering a steady stream of pee against the tree. And what a cock! From
what Sam could see, Butch's cock looked thicker and longer soft than his
did when it was erect -- and watching this glorious masculine sight was
making the effeminate, pretty young boy very erect. His eyes were fixed to
that magnificent cock. Butch's right hand was wrapped around the underside
of the soft, thick shaft, guiding the stream. His muscular arm leaning
against the tree caused his arm and back muscles to flex and he was a pure
sight of magnificent masculinity.

Sam suddenly realized that he needed that cock inside him. From that moment
he knew he had to seduce Butch and finally fulfill his needs and desires
with a masculine young stud. But how? Butch was renowned throughout the
town as a player, a stud and mostly a womanizer. That was the problem --
he was a womanizer, not a `boyizer'. The closest he'd shown of ever
acknowledging Sam was when he messed up his hair earlier in the morning
(while Sam was semi-naked), Sam thought.  Sam looked at his naked body in
the large mirror on his wardrobe. Slim. Hairless. Fantastic round bubble
butt. Very little muscle definition. Nice and lean. Soft skin. Pouty pink
lips. Beautiful blue eyes. Soft blonde hair. "I'm prettier than any girl!"
If Butch loves girls, he could easily love me! I've just got to show him
what I've got. Sam began to formulate a plan to seduce the biggest young
muscle jock in town and suddenly he clicked. He checked to see where Butch
was -- back at work heaving some sacks around the backyard, oh he looks
so sexy without his shirt on -- YUM!, Sam though. With Butch accounted
for he softly sashayed naked down the hall and into his older sister's
bedroom. He opened her top drawer, fumbled around and pulled out a few
items. Finally he found exactly what he was looking for.

Sam looked at the white string micro-bikini bottom. "Perfect!" he
thought. He stood in front of his sister's full-length mirror, bent over
and slowly slid the tiny skimpy meshy bikini bottom up his smooth feminine
legs. Luckily he and his petite sister were similarly sized and Tash
subscribed to the theory of less is more in regard to her clothes (much to
her parent's dismay) so Sam enjoyed the benefits of this by indulging in
his sister's sexy wardrobe whenever he was home alone. Hopefully he could
finally share some of her sexier assets with someone who might appreciate
them -- or alternatively Butch might pound him into the ground and tell
the whole town that Sam was a panty wearing sissy fag! However after seeing
Butch's delicious fat cock Sam was prepared to take the risk.

Sam finished pulling the bikini bottom up and looked in the mirror, liking
what he saw. The bikini was white and contrasted nicely to his lightly
tanned skin. The bikini comprised a small triangular patch of material in
the front. Sam's tiny soft package posed little problem for this small
pouch and he barely made a bulge. String sides led around to a skimpy back
patch of material which barely covered (or alternately, gloriously
revealed!) Sam's beautiful smooth round feminine ass globes. "Butch had
better watch out!" he thought. With that, he pulled a pink silky sarong
from his sister's wardrobe and wrapped it around his waist. He could see
the skimpy white bikini beneath the sheer pink material and thought
"Looking good girl!" Sam surveyed his sister's perfume collection and
thought that Vera Wang's Princess was a very appropriate choice for the
young princess. He sprayed a few times, picked up a bottle of tanning oil
and thought "OK, now or never". His heart pounded as he made his way toward
the backdoor and his destiny with his hunk.

To be continued...

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