Date: Thu, 17 Oct 2002 10:20:23 -0700 (PDT) From: J M <rollerboy_1979@bodybuilders.com> Subject: PUMPING WITH CHARLEY II This is a story with many elements of truth about sex between two bodybuilders and a male dog. If this topic offends you, please do not read any further. The names have been changed for obvious reasons. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was midnight on the in-law's farm and I was having a hard time falling asleep. When this happens to me I can only do one thing..... lift weights. I kissed my wife goodbye, put on some loose fitting shorts with no underwear, and my favorite muscle tank top. It was a warm evening so my workout clothes were adequate. I grabbed the keys to the F-150 and quietly left the house. As soon as I closed the truck door, I heard Charley jump into the truck bed. When that truck was moving, Charley had to be in it because he enjoyed riding along, his ears flapping in the wind. I made the short trip into town which tends to be deserted at that time of night. I joined the local gym because it afforded me the opportunity to do some heavy lifting several times a week. As with many small town gyms, this one allowed each member a key so that access was truly 24/7. This particular gym is located in the town center at the corner of Main & 1st streets. It's called "Luke's Iron Xroads"; the "X" being the Teutonic iron cross. Clever name, I thought. The gym is owned by 24 year old Luke, who also happens to own the welding shop in the rear. In fact, he fabricated most of the lifting benches and stands in his shop. All painted in the colors of the local high school, for which Luke was a former star running back. The mirrored walls were covered with posters of famous bodybuilders like Arnold, Lee Priest, Eddie Robinson, and my personal hero, Kevin Levrone. If you're curious about my build, Kevin is a striking black professional bodybuilder who's physique I try to emulate. We all have to have something to aspire to. The poster hanging in Luke's office happens to be Bob Paris, an openly gay bodybuilder. For some reason, I never gave that much thought. Luke is extremely handsome and built very much like his idol, probably one of the most well-proportioned bodybuilders of all time (in my opinion). The place was deserted so I started my upper body routine, bench presses, overhead presses, and other sweat producing lifts. About 20 minutes into my workout I saw a black Hummer pull up. Only one guy in this county has a Hummer......Luke. He walked in and immediately asked, "Is that your dog out there"? "He's been barking at a cat, so you best bring him inside". Luke opened the door and I called to Charley to come in. "Good dog", I said as he curled up in the corner. Luke said, "I came in to work out in preparation for the state fair bodybuilding championship". He wisely chose to come later to avoid the daytime crowds. I told him that was a good idea and asked if he'd be willing to spot for me while I did my decline bench presses. He said, "Yep, be glad to". Luke had a bit of a hick quality about him, but he was a real gentleman. I adjusted the red and gold bench for declines, set some heavy weight on the bar, and laid down with my feet firmly planted on the floor. Luke stepped over and faced the weight bar; this position put my face just inches from his crotch. And guess what? He wasn't wearing any underwear either. His balls hung so low that they were practically brushing against my forehead. I have to admit it gave me a tingle, for I am bi-curious. I did a couple of sets, going heavier each time, and Luke did a great job spotting with his finger tips, encouraging me to do "just one more rep". Before I knew it, Charley started humping my left leg. It must have been a combination of my grunting and sweating which aroused him. Perhaps he recalled our mating in the barn. I said, "Charley, down!", but he wasn't buying it. Luke said, "Boy he really likes you!". "I'll bet he's good at that". Without even hesitating I said, "Yeah, he was last time". I couldn't believe I said that. I looked up to see Luke's reaction, and with Charley still humping my leg, bar across my chest, I could see Luke's shorts "tenting" from a huge erection. I don't know who was more embarrassed. I parked the bar on the stands and pushed Charley off my leg. I turned and looked at Luke. He was so embarrassed I thought the brawny bodybuilder was going to cry. His chin was down touching his massive chest when he whispered, "Do you think Charley would do me?". It was a curious cross between whimpering and pleading. "Sure", I said. "Is there someplace more private where no one can walk in on us?". Once I told him what he hoped to hear, he perked up and said, "Yeah, my shop". Charley seemed to sense that something was about to happen because his tail was wagging as he followed us through a rear door. Once inside the welding shop, Luke took Charley and me to a private office with no windows. He confided that although he grew up on a farm, his dog was old and neutered, so he never got the chance to try a male dog. I agreed that neutered males are generally disinterested. I assured him that what he wanted was OK with me and with that he became quite relaxed. I instructed him to get on his hands and knees after pulling down his shorts and leaving on his muscle tank top. He dropped his shorts and to my amazement was as bald as a newborn. It turns out that he shaves all of his body hair; some for more contest definition, and some for fun. He was also uncircumcized, as am I, however, he has what some knife-happy doctors call redundant foreskin. Those of us who are uncut and admire it call it "luxuriant" foreskin. He had at least an inch of overhang, even when erect. He got down, supporting his 205lbs of pure muscle on 22 inch arms, but Charley looked on seemingly uninterested. Perhaps Luke wasn't sweaty enough, I thought. Then it hit me. I dropped my shorts, took some KY out of my gym bag (yes, I carry it), and started to lube Luke's manhole. I gently spread his youthful sphincter with two fingers as he writhed in pleasure, and wished I could ram my 7 inches into him right then and there, but that's not what I was there for. I then took my index finger and buried it into my foreskin, rimming my glans penis with the tip. This brought out an aromatic mixture of sweat, smegma, and my essence. I rubbed my finger gently around Luke's anus, thereby giving Luke my scent if you will. I called Charley over and led him to Luke's rear end. He sniffed briefly and then mounted Luke. I turned, squatted and looked into Luke's face as Charley moved to position himself. I told Luke to raise up his glutes and let Charley find his mark. Luke said, "Like this?". And with that, Charley rammed himself into Luke's virgin hole. Luke nearly lunged into me, his eye's as wide as saucers. He blurted, "Oh, my God!" as Charley pounded away, just as he did to me on the farm. I asked Luke if I could watch from close range and he said panting, "Yeah, go ahead". With those words, I slid under Luke and positioned myself directly under his dangling man meat. I swear his shaved balls hung lower than his penis. The view was spectacular! I could see Charley's bright pink doggie dong darting in and out of Luke's hole, as Luke's balls swung back and forth like a pendulum. I could see Charley's knot expanding so I told Luke to "let it all in". At that point he must have spread his busy butt ring and Charley's knot disappeared within. I turned my attention to the swollen penis dangling overhead. I peeled back his foreskin, and when I let it go, it sprang back to protect the glans. I peeled it back again, as Charley pumped away and Luke groaned with delight, and saw the most beautiful purple dickhead I've ever laid eyes on (granted, none at this close range). Yes guys, those of you who are cut do not possess the moist, soft, naturally purple colored head that we uncut guys do. Yours is toughened and deadened from years of rubbing against your underwear; not protected by the soft, supple prepuce that God gave all of us (and cut-happy doctors take away routinely every day). I digress. I took Luke's throbing member deep into my throat and rimmed his head with my tongue. He had his own sweet, musky, fragrance and taste. Before I knew it, Luke lowered his arms and took my meat into his mouth. Charley was slowing down his thrusts, so I gathered he was ready to turn and tie with Luke for awhile. He did just that, and with that turn, Luke mumbled in surprise and perhaps a little pain, but he had my dick in his mouth so the words didn't come out. I spit his dick out for a minute and said, "It's OK Luke, relax, this'll take about 30 minutes". He nodded "OK" and continued sucking me off. I went back at him and within a few minutes, he exploded into my mouth. Gobs of his hot, steamy, cum filled my mouth and all I could do was swallow it. At that point, I lost my load too, and Luke took every drop. I frequently cum into my mouth during masturbation sessions, so I'm accustomed to the taste and quite enjoy it. I imagined that Luke likes it too and fantasized momentarily about Luke self-sucking himself. That just made my orgasm that much more intense. I slid out from under Luke and asked him if he was still tied with Charley. I didn't have to ask because I could see Charley standing butt to butt with Luke, rhythmically jerking and pumping his seed into him. Charley said, "Yes, and I love it, don't let him stop". I let Charley finish as I just sat there and ran my fingers through Luke's curly hair. I found myself talking to him as if he were a dog, saying "Did you like that, boy?". He responded in a low voice, "Oh, God, that was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced". "I loved the way you slid under me". Well, I did too. What a rush. Charley finally disengaged and a river of dog cum poured out of Luke's widened butt hole. Luke and I talked about what had just happened and just sat there stroking each other's pecs, lats, traps, and biceps. I knew I had to get home so I bid Luke farewell, and called Charley to the truck. I drove home while Charley slept in the back.