Date: Sun, 1 Apr 2001 15:29:51 -0400 (EDT)
From: kczj@iname.com
Subject: Love Muscles 1

Author's Disclaimer: This story is intended only for willing readers of
legal age. It depicts actions which the author does NOT condone, and is
merely meant as a fantasy. Play safely, folks.

I. Raping Richard

	I knew it the minute I saw Richard walk into the gym alone that day,
knew it as I watched the skin tight gym shorts clinging and riding up his
beefy thighs towards that taut round ass, that skimpy tank top flashing the
big thick nipples decorating his hot smooth pecs, the light glinting on the
thick silver ring in the left one. I was determined at that moment that
before the night was over I was gonna take him. Fuck the shit out of his
bodybuilder studhole. Plow that succulent tail until his ears popped.
	I spend a lot of time at my local gym: I took up weightlifting when I
was in college and now, at 35, it keeps the pounds on my frame shifted to
muscle instead of fat and is the healthiest way I know of to relieve the
stress that dealing with the shit that the world hands out can cause. After 15
years of serious powerlifting, I'm as strong as anybody you're likely to
come across, and probably as strong as anybody in my gym. At 6'1" and
250 lbs., I'm not a bodybuilder, but I hang out with them. We compare
notes and tips on lifting, etc., and of course, being gay, the eye candy sure
doesn't hurt my motivation to get my ass down to work out on a regular
basis!
	The most voluptuous stud of them all was this guy in his early
twenties named Richard. Took his bodybuilding extremely seriously, and it
showed with every movement of his rock-hard frame. Drum-tight skin
over thick rippling muscles, symmetrical, great shape...and satiny-smooth,
hairless torso and legs. I didn't know if he shaved as some bodybuilders do,
and really didn't care, either. My mouth watered every time he came into
view, and when I was near him, it was all I could do to keep from
sprouting a boner that would have given my thoughts away in a flash. Silky
dark brown hair, shiny and in a longish caesar-cut framing his eager-
beaver face with big friendly eyes of exactly the same color. But the
corker, the thing that made my nostrils flare every time I saw it, was the 1"
ring inserted into the thick aureole of his big left nipple. He was obviously
into sensuality, and that pierced nipple told me that if I could get his motor
running in the right direction, I'd have that smokin' hot hole wrapped
around my hard 8" before it was over...
	Thing was, Richard was straight. Ostensibly, anyway. He usually
worked out with his small but very butch-looking girlfriend, and they
horsed around like many male training partners do. Hell, she had more
muscle on her than a lot of GUYS at the gym do. It was obvious that
Richard was into hard bodies, and not much into traditional femininity.
Well, now...
	Richard and I were friendly acquaintances: he admired my strength
and asked me for lifting tips, and we compared notes. Of course, I took
every opportunity to be close to him, ogling that bod that became more
incredible by the day. One day, I saw him windmilling his arm at the
shoulder and wincing. Of course, I knew immediately what the trouble
was...
	"Pull your shoulder, Richard?" I asked innocently, watching his
cannonball delt flex and ripple as he tried to work it out.
	"Aw, man, I upped my military press and now I've got a catch. Sore
as shit!" He groaned a little as he raised his arm up and down, the pec
flattening out and then bunching to delicious fullness again and the nipple
erecting ever so slightly as the ring in it jiggled a bit.
	I willed my dick to behave as I stepped closer. "I have a friend who's
very good at massage," I told him, which was the truth. Randy's very
talented, and I've learned a lot from him about treatment of sports-related
injuries. I reached out, grabbing Richard's humpy gun at the base of the
bulging bicep and reaching for the shoulder with the other. "He's taught me
some things...let me see what I can do for you."
	Richard stood in docile submission as I probed the hollow of his
rubber-hard shoulder, searching for the origin of his middle deltoid where
I knew the problem was likely to be. As I found the knot of spasming
muscle and began to work on the strain, using my strong fingers to break
up and massage the insult to his magnificent beefy frame. I assaulted the
kink in the broad round muscle expertly, feeling it begin to yield and relax
to my probing pressure. The feel of his hunky studmeat in my hands was
beginning to drive me crazy with desire, and as I shifted massage position,
I subtly positioned my forearm to brush against the tip of his sensitive
nipple, catching the ring and tugging on it slightly as it moved past.
	Richard immediately inhaled sharply as his big thick nipple erected
at the stimulus, the waffles of his rippling abs coming into sharp relief, and
then sighed heavily.
	"God, that feels great," he breathed, as his shoulder continued to
respond to my ministrations. The way he said it, I wasn't sure whether he
just meant the massage, or if the nipple action was part of it...but the idea
of finding out made my cock jump. I decided I had made as much progress
as was possible for one session... both with his shoulder, and with him.
"Good," I smiled, reluctantly taking my hands off his hot body. "I'll work
on it some more next time I see you, if you want".
	"Thanks!" His sparkling brown eyes shone with exhilaration as he
moved his shoulder back and forth, obviously much better. "I'll take you
up on that".
	"My pleasure," I grinned, thinking how he had no idea just how
much pleasure I had gotten from feeling him up. I watched him walk away,
the bubble-rounded hills of his beautiful ass bunching and flexing with
every step and felt a sudden throb of sex-hunger in my loins...hurrying to
the bathroom, I took care of the erection that I could no longer control,
squeezing my feverish cock as it shot wad after wad into the nest of toilet
paper and imagining what it would be like to have that shaft ringed by his
red hot asshole...


	It was the Saturday a couple of days later, as I watched him enter the
gym in those tight shorts and that loose tank top that I knew I HAD to have
him. I was on the incline bench as I watched him doing hack squats, those
satiny smooth quads bulging as he straightened his mighty thighs under the
load, the diamond-etched teardrops above his knees contracting in sharp
definition. Suddenly it occurred to me...whats-her-name was nowhere to be
seen. A plan begin to hatch in my evil horny imagination...maybe I'd get a
crack at this magnificent stud sooner than I had originally thought...
	"How's that shoulder, Rich?" I asked, swaggering up to him with an
air of easy familiarity, watching his deep chest heave as he rested between
heavy leg sets.
	"Better, thanks," he grinned, flexing the joint to test it and obviously
pleased by the results. "That massage you gave me helped a lot."
	I reached up nonchalantly to press against the offending strain,
relishing the feel of his delicious satiny skin over the defined firmness of
his athletic musculature. "Yeah, it feels better. Here, I'll work on it some
more for ya."
	"Thanks, man," he breathed, his eyes half-closing with pleasure as I
continued my ministrations. "That sure feels good."
	I kneaded the delicious hard deltoid bulges vigorously, mentally
admonishing my cock not to give me away as I began to hatch my plan.
"How tall are you, Richard?" I asked, pressing into the knot and lifting his
elbow.
	"Five nine-and-a-half" he replied, moving in unison with the
massage.
	"And weigh what...about one-ninety?" I guessed, assessing the curves
of his glorious body with greedy eyes.
	"Two-oh-three, just now," he corrected proudly, flexing his thick
torso so that the muscles stood out in even more defined relief. Looking up
and down the meaty v-taper of his stunning form, I realized he was telling
the truth. He was bigger, more vascular than I had ever seen him. He took
a deep breath, puffing his big pecs to their full roundness before my
admiring eyes. "It's deceiving until I flex," he told me, separations and
striations popping out all over his shapely build. I bit the inside of my
mouth, trying to take my mind off the growing heat in my crotch...
	"So when are ya gonna start competing?" I asked, releasing his
shoulder and punching him playfully on a hard arm.
	"Aw, man, I dunno," he scowled, suddenly somber. "That's my
dream, but I don't really know anything about how to go about it. All that
posing shit and stuff. I do it sometimes for my girlfriend, just foolin'
around, ya know, but I really don't know what I'm doing."
	I could just imagine the show he could put on, but first I had to lay
the groundwork. "Yeah, where IS your girlfriend?" I queried, looking
around as if I hadn't long ago scoped the fact that she was nowhere in
evidence. The fact that I had seen her around for months and he had not
only never bothered to introduce her but I had never even heard her name
gave me an indication that their relationship was not exactly the kind that
was likely to turn into a church-and-rice scene. at least not anytime soon...
	 He grimaced. "Outta town. Some kinda family shit. Left me here all
weekend with nothin' to do," he growled, kicking the hack squat machine
in frustration.
	"So go out and enjoy yerself" I nudged him and winked. You should
be able to find something fun to do."
	"Naw, man, are you kidding?" He looked at me a bit askance. "She's
jealous as shit...if anybody saw me out on the town and it got back to her,
she'd give me hell. Besides, I don't like to drink anyway, and that's what'd
happen if I went to one of those places and got bored."
	"Well, then," I said smiling, "I've got an idea. Since you don't have
anything to do anyway, why don't you come over to my place and I'll give
you a few tips on posing. I've got lots of friends who are bodybuilders, and
they've taught me what to watch for. What's your waist size?"
	"Twenty-eight," he said, "why?"
	"Perfect!" I cried enthusiastically, clapping my hands together. "A
friend of mine even left a couple of pairs of posing trunks over at my place
at one point, and one of them is just your size. Come try them on, and we'll
see what you've got." Boy will we ever, I thought.
	He considered it a minute, and then his broad shoulders and thick
traps bunched upwards briefly in the universal sign of resignation. "Sure,
why not?" he declared. "Beats the hell outta sitting bored in front of the
tube all evening, and maybe I'll get something useful out of it."
	In front of the tube is not where you're gonna get bored if I have
anything to say about it, I thought, and I beamed from ear to ear. "So,
look. It's four now. Shall we say about eight? Come down to the desk and
I'll draw you a map to my place," I suggested. "This'll be fun," I said,
clapping my hand on his bulging trap in a friendly gesture, each finger
sliding into a defined indentation in the muscle. He followed me to the
front of the place, and we went over the directions to my house. Then I
took a quick shower and high-tailed it out of there. I had lots of things to
do to get ready before he showed up, if my plan to get it up his ass was
going to be successful...


	I had just finished the purchases and prep work necessary to put my
plan into action and had settled for only a couple of minutes on the sofa
when I heard a distinct rap on the front door. I looked at the clock...good
boy. Right on time. I opened the door to find Richard waiting, wearing a
pair of threadbare old jeans and a new-looking white t-shirt, both of which
he looked like he'd been melted and poured into. I stood there for a brief
moment, intoxicated by the nearness of his hot muscular bod and the way
the t-shirt clung to every curve of his torso and contrasted sexily with the
tanning-bed copper of his skin.
	"Um...can I come in?" he asked, grinning sheepishly.
	I cleared my lust-ragged throat..."Of course!" I cried, not too
anxiously I hoped, and flung the door open wide. Without waiting for me
to get out of his way, he brushed past me and into the living room...the
body contact was electric, and I began to sweat, trying to keep my rapidly
hardening cock from view. I shut the door behind him, surreptitiously
flipping the small lever on the handle which released the spring loaded
deadbolt, securing the door against intruders.
	I got him a diet soda, and asked him if he wanted anything to eat. He
asked for fruit, and I got him a banana. We sat making small talk, and he
slowly ate the banana, the phallic looking fruit shortening by degrees as he
wrapped his soft full lips around it. I was beginning to squirm, wondering
how much more I was going to be able to take, but fortunately he got
things moving in the right direction on his own initiative.
	"So, where are those posing trunks?" He asked, rising from his chair
and stretching that glorious body, biceps and lats flaring becomingly as he
reached his full extension.
	"On the bed in my room," I directed, "all laid out for you." And all
laid out was what he was going to be, shortly.
	I waited impatiently as he fumbled around in my bedroom, taking
what seemed like an eternity. "Jeezus, man! Are you sure these are size
twenty-eight?" he said thru a crack in the doorway after a few minutes. I
convinced him they were...after all, I should know, I had bought them that
afternoon. "They're lycra...it'll take a while to get used to putting them on
and getting them adjusted," I reassured him. "Keep trying, you'll get it."
	"Okay," he replied uncertainly, and more muffled sounds escaped
from the room for the next several minutes. Just when I was toying with
the idea of offering to help, he emerged blushing and sweaty into the living
room. His hot ass was encased in the tiny and incredibly tight pair of black
briefs. His healthy meatiness packed the pouch in the front of the skimpy
suit to the bursting point and he was still tugging the front up in a vain
attempt to cover the topmost hairs of his fluffy pubic bush. It was a mouth-
watering sight, and I was aware of my rapidly stiffening dick...
	"Aw, don't worry about that," I laughed, seeing his discomfiture.
"All competetive bodybuilders do a bikini shave before they go onstage."
	He relaxed, and then grinned a bit, demurely. "Told you I didn't
know much about how to do this," he reminded me.
	"Have no fear," I told him, with a conspiratorial wink. "before the
night is over, you'll learn lots of things, I promise you."


	Five minutes later, I had him posing like a natural. He took to it like
a duck to water, his natural narcissism guiding him as much as my limited
knowlege ever could. I'm sure I missed telling him things, and mistold him
others, but who cared? He didn't know the difference, and was getting into
it, and that was all that was important.
	I smiled with pleasure as he flexed his incredible form for me and I
helped him thru pose after pose, crossing my legs as I sat on the couch so
that he couldn't see the fact that I had lost control of my throbbing erection
completely.
	"Man, you're a natural!" I said, flatteringly but truthfully, admiring
his fine body openly as he posed for me. Let's see what else you're a
natural for, I thought. "Now give me a back double-biceps shot."
	He turned to face away from me, hitting the pose, his lats like barn
doors and the peaks of his biceps standing up high and proud as he tensed
them, a trickle of sweat running enticingly down the deep crease in the
middle of his meaty back. "That's it," I advised him. Move one foot back so
that your glutes will flex. Good. Now turn back around."
	His eyes cringed as they caught the flash of light on the chrome of
my
9 mm pistol, then widened in fear...
	"Time for another pose, man," I hissed, breathless with anticipation
as he froze in terror. "Sit down on the floor and grab your feet with your
hands," I instructed.
	He did as he was told, the look of bewilderment on his face funny
and a little surprising. But it began to fade as I grabbed the pairs of
handcuffs from between the cushions beside me and stood up to approach
him, my rampant hardon becoming evident.
	"Mannnn...what the fuck??" he cried in confusion, fear beginning to
take over his mind...
	"Just sit still, and you'll be fine," I growled, coming up behind him
and pushing the gun against the back of his head. And still he sat, except
for the shaking that his terror caused, as I used the two pairs of handcuffs
to cuff each wrist to an opposing ankle. In a matter of seconds, he was
hogtied, and helpless...
	"Don't hurt me," he moaned, sweat beginning to run down rounded
surfaces and collect in beefy furrows as he swayed a bit, fearful of what
nameless plans I had for him...
	"Hurt you? Why hot stuff, I wouldn't DREAM of such a thing," I
smirked, surveying his hunky body and licking my lips in savage delight. I
crossed to the closet and pulled out a vinyl-covered foam mat, like
wrestlers use. "See?" I told him, placing it on the floor and plopping his
hot ass onto it, "we've even got a mat to play on, so that beautiful skin of
yours doesn't get all covered with rug burns and booboos," I said,
tauntingly.
	He was still wide-eyed with fear, and writhed against his bonds, his
eyes traveling back and forth to the gun in my hand with great trepidation.
I followed his gaze. "Aww. Is this nasty old thing bothering you?? Look.
Here, I'll put it out of the way," I said, placing it in the drawer in the end
table next to the sofa. "There. Is that better?" I smiled, tousling his soft
hair and grabbing a handful of it playfully.
	"Well, if you're not gonna hurt me, why are you doing this? What
do you want? If you want to rob me, you picked the wrong guy. I ain't got
nothing worth taking," he declared.
	"Oh, on the contrary" I said softly, shucking my way out of the gym
shorts I was wearing, my cock throbbing with every lust-pounding beat of
my heart. "You have exactly what I want to take," I growled, ripping the t-
shirt off my powerful torso and ogling his nearly nude studbody
appreciatively. "You have just the kind of humpy jock body I want to take,
again and again. How about it, sexy...ever made it with a guy before?"
	"NO!" he yelled, his eyes widening again as the realization of what I
had planned for him dawned. "Fuck, man! I never did any of that queer
shit!"
	"But you've thought about it, haven't you, Richard?" I stroked my
rampant dong tauntingly, chuckling as he lowered his head in mute but
unmistakable assent. "You think about big hard dick all the time, don't you,
stud? DON'T YOU??"
	He didn't answer, but sat motionless as I kicked his legs apart and
grabbed a handful of his soft hair on the back of his head, lifting his chin
and holding his head in place with one hand while the other fisted my
raging boner. I ran the pulpy drooling head along the bottom edge of his
lower lip, leaving a shiny trail of precum. I laughed as he sucked the stuff
off into his mouth without thinking, and then watched the complex
expressions flash across his face, one after the other, as he struggled
emotionally with what was happening to him...
	I tightened my grip on his hair, pointing my boner directly at his
juicy mouth..."You bite me, boy, and you die. Just that simple." I pushed
my cockhead between his thick lips, relishing the feel of contact with the
inside of his wet warm mouthhole..."'Cmon, baby. Suck that thing. Get it
nice and wet for your tight little virgin asshole."
	I hissed with delight as my dick slid inside, past his tongue, and his
cheeks hollowed as he sucked. I slid it deeper and deeper, until he began to
gag and resist, and then I pulled partly back out. Wrapping my other hand
around his head I began face-fucking him, relishing the velvety cavity
around my hungry prong, thrilling to the suction which he seemed to apply
instictively, and feeling his tongue lap the underside of the invading pecker.
	"Yeah, baby!" I gasped with pleasure, "That's it! Get that big honker
all nice and slippery with your spit! You'll just make it easier on yourself
when I ram it up your sweet butt..."
	I pulled out of his thrilling mouthpussy, my saliva-slickened rod
spanking up against my hard, hairy belly with a wet SLAP! and sank to my
knees between his defined thighs. Reaching back between the cushions of
the sofa, I hauled out the other tool I had stashed with the handcuffs...a big,
wicked-looking switchblade shiv. I flicked the button and watched Richard
freeze in fear as the 6" razor-sharp blade snapped into place.
	Richard cried out, sweat beading on his forehead as he saw the
weapon in my hand. "'C'mon, buddy," he wheedled nervously, his voice
cracking as my hand lowered, "I thought you said you weren't gonna hurt
me."
	I cupped his trembling chin, raising it to look deep into his soft
liquid brown eyes, filled with tears. "Of course I'm not gonna hurt you,
baby. Santa's just left me a big sexy fucktoy to play with, that's all, and I
gotta unwrap him."
	Slipping the shiv between one thin strap side of the skimpy posing
thong which was his only clothing and his hip, I slashed the fabric apart
with a flick of my wrist. His thigh and part of his crotch came into view as
the stretched material sprang apart, the fluff of his pubic bush and one side
of the base of his cock flashing enticingly around the edges of the split
fabric. I hurriedly split the other side of the suit, my breathing uneven as
the last barriers to seeing this delicious jock in the altogether fell away.
"Now," I said, my voice ragged with lust, "let's see what's in this package."
	Sticking the knife into the mat beside me, I grasped the now split
sides of the suit between my thumbs and forefingers, lowering it. His meaty
genitals tumbled free, full and heavy, the nice smooth cut cock not
completely soft. I smiled, stroking my steelhard buttrammer as I hefted his
full low balls in my hand, feeling the heat of his pretty cock on my
forearm as it flopped over them.
Grabbing the front of the suit, I yanked it from under his bubble asscheeks.
A surprised yelp burst from his throat as it went sailing across the room
and his studly body was finally completely naked and subject to my lust.
	I hurried into the kitchen, returning with a liter bottle of olive oil.
Reading the label made me smirk..."extra virgin". How'd they know?
Returning to my succulent prey, I sat down behind him, straightening my
legs outside of his and hooking a powerful arm arouns his waist to pull him
tightly against me, my hardon sliding into the crease of his beautiful back.
Tipping the bottle of oil against his collarbone, I began dumping it liberally
all over his muscular torso, catching the excess at his waist as it ran down
and slathering his satiny hard muscles with it. He watched as my hand
greased him up, afraid to move. I poured more oil across his wide
shoulders and traps, feeling it run down his broad back and wet my horny
cock, and I frigged his back almost involuntarily, growling deep in my
throat with desire. I set the bottle down and began caressing and exploring
the curves and hollows of his torso, fingers digging into the ladder-like
muscles of his rippling belly and then sliding upwards to cup the round
hard pecs, toying with his nipple ring and feeling the sensitive nubbins go
rock hard from the slick contact.
	"I love the way your body feels when it's oiled. Slippery and warm,
and so smooth," I whispered in his ear, relishing the feel as I played with
his glorious musculature. "You're so hard," I breathed, nipping his
earlobe. "So fucking hard and smooth."
	I reached down to grasp his dick in a strong enticing grip as I toyed
with the ring in his nipple. He sighed heavily in submission, his head
dropping back to rest on my shoulder as my oily hand corkscrewed its way
beguilingly up and down his fine lengthening tool. Grasping his cock at the
base, I slid my fingers upward, milking a pearly drop of precum from the
end of his piss slit. Smiling to myself, I knew the battle was won. I smeared
the sticky around his burgeoning cockhead, feeling him shudder with
mounting desire as I licked his ear and slid my other hand down his
rippling belly to squeeze his meaty balls gently. His dick throbbed, full
mast, and a low moan escaped his lips. It was time to take him.
	Grabbing the cuffs on either side, I lifted his ankles and spun him
around on his now oily ass to face me. He struggled as I slid my arms
between his arms and legs, pinning him. He yelled and thrashed, trying to
push me off, but I was just as strong and outweighed him by fifty pounds.
He begged for me to stop as I slid atop him to grind my hairy muscular
body against his smooth one, and my cockhead bumped insistently at the
groove at the base of his spine where it deepened into his luscious hot
asscrack. I could feel the awesome hardness in my pecker as it slipped
deeper until the gristle of steely manmeat was lodged against the quavering
ring of his sphincter. Snarling with desire, I pumped my pelvis forward,
feeling the tightly clenched muscle ring give way before the awesome
pressure, snapping behind the flare of my cockhead, and then there was no
keeping me out.
	He screamed as he felt the wedge of flesh enter his rectum, taking his
cherry ass. His athletic frame felt incredible against me as he struggled,
fueling my carnal gratification. I felt his incredibly tight colon spasm,
contract, trying to eject, but all it could do was slide helplessly down the
slowly invading fuckrod. I had it stuffed in almost all the way as I felt my
cockhead hit his prostate and he froze, howling with surprise at the sudden
stimulation. I grinned savagely, gyrating my hips and sliding my rampant
dong over the sensitive area in a continuous circular motion. I knew I had
him, but I was unprepared for his response.
	Abruptly, his head flew back and a bellow of raw animal lust tore
from his throat that reverberated through his entire body. His massive
quads trembled and his thick etched calves involuntarily clamped down
around my back, forcing me balls deep in his succulent jockpussy...
	"YEOOWW!! AWWWNH! NNNGH!!" he screamed, his face going
beet red with the sensation of hot cock up his tight virgin asshole.
"JEEZUS, FUCK MEEEE!!" he wailed, his stretched colon convulsing
around my bonehard dong.
	"My pleasure, treasure," I hissed, sliding my ass-starved rammer out
to the collar and then SLAMMING it back into his marvelous studcunt,
accompanied by his deep sensual grunt as he felt the shaft slide into his
rectum again. I began long-dicking him with a fury, my cock a
jackhammer nailing his voluptuous ripe ass to the floor, picking up tempo
until sweat flew from our bodies and my pelvis was a blur. I felt him relax
as he got used to dick in his tight warm tailhole...
	"Ghod, what a fabulous ass!" I gasped, near to climax already with
the delicious sensations which pulsed through my pounding pecker. "Yeah,
boy! TAKE that cock!
	I grabbed the back of his head, claiming his mouth with mine as I
screwed his bubble-butt fast and hard. My tongue entered his mouth
authoritatively and his met to spar deliciously with it as I squirmed
sensuously against him, stimulating his rock-hard cock by sliding back and
forth against our slippery abs. I felt him begin to meet my thrusts, working
my marauding dickshaft with his athletic butt muscles as it penetrated deep
inside him again and again...he was a naturally talented bottom, getting
better by the minute. The sensation was incredible...
	I ripped my mouth from his, panting with lust. "Oh, YEAH! FUCK
that dick with your hot cherry ass! I LOVE a stud who fucks me back!"
	He was totally into it now, squealing and keening as I plunge-fucked
his mantwat, his heels beating a tattoo on my back as I suddenly felt his
cock belch and shoot wad after wad of thick white spunk, plastering our
torsos together. He screamed, his head whipping from side to side and his
body rigid as he spewed cum, clear up between his pecs...
	The smell of cum and the convulsion of his colon as he shot sent me
over the edge...my nuts powered the first jet of my orgasm and I felt my
cock consumed by the sensation as it spasmed and exploded in his tight shit
chute...
	"AWW, YEAH!" I hollered. "TAKE that cum in your hot tail!
YEAH!!"
	I shot and shot, filling his deflowered butthole with jizz until it
leaked out and ran down his asscrack. Finally, my cock tingling with the
sensation of him still, I shot for the ninth and last time, and incredible
fountain of cum to inaugurate his juicy assmeat to the brotherhood of
bottoms. I smiled at him, and he glowered back up at me, his tanned
bodybuilder's frame covered with oil and sweat, looking incredible. As I
bent down to lick the liquids off his nipple, teasing the ring in it and
hearing him moan involuntarily once more, I knew that this was the
beginning of the hottest friendship I had ever had...