Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2000 13:34:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scott Walker <gittes98@yahoo.com>
Subject: Private Posedown

PRIVATE POSEDOWN
         By Scott Walker

	"Junior men, 17 and under, we'll need you in 30
minutes."
	'Great', I thought. I got half an hour to pump up,
oil and pyche up before having to hit the stage. There
were ten of us in the middleweight division and I was
gonna have some real competition. A few of the other
guys were already getting oil applied by the
volunteers so I picked up a pair of dumbbells and
began doing some flyes to pump up my lats. One of the
other guys stood in front of the mirror and hit some
poses. Shit, this kid looked awesome! He hit a double
biceps pose and those puppies sprang to attention, I'd
say close to 17 inches. Mine weren't much smaller but
this kid looked no more than 16! He smiled when he saw
me notice him and I took this as a sort of challenge.
I picked up the dummbells and began doing curls,
grunting loudly with each rep. My arms were responding
as I began to get a pump. I put them down and facing
the mirror, hit the same pose. Man, my arms looked
good; peaked and rounded, almost perfect shape. I hope
that shut that kid up so I went back to my own
routine. I did tricep pushdowns, incline flyes, seated
rows and squats to pump up the rest of my
hopefully-soon-to-be-teen champion body. One of the
volunteers, a guy named Andy who'd graduated from my
school a few years ago offered to oil me up. He
started with my legs, commenting on how thick my quads
looked and how my calves had developed.
	"Lat spread," he said as I spread my wings. He oiled
my back and shoulders. "Double bi." I hit the favorite
pose of almost every guy here as Andy oiled the near
17 inch guns. "Solid muscle" he said as he rubbed the
oil over the mounds. I smiled and hit the pose extra
hard. After he finished my legs he handed me the
bottle of oil. "All done buddy, good luck." He patted
me on my broad shoulders and walked over to his next
assigned contestant.
	Up to about here, I'd been a good boy. When Andy was
oiling me I fought the raging hard-on with all my
considerable might. Andy was such a great-looking guy
and so huge I wasn't sure what he'd think about my
'dilemma'. Now, as contest time neared and I was
surrounded by other guys pumping up, posing and
flexing the old involuntary responce began to show
it's head. Shit, this is so embarrassing; I can't go
on stage with a hard-on, I'll be the disgrace of the
school. I had only a few minutes to decide how to
alleviate the situation. The kid who had shown off for
me earlier must have sensed my dilemma because he
picked up a dummbell and making sure I was watching,
curled it with a series of loud grunts. I watched his
biceps peak up to new size and now Scotty was doing
the same thing, stretching the thin fabric of my
posing trunks. Shit, this kid was cute; dark
complexion, probably Greek or Italian with jet-black
hair and deep black eyes. He dropped the dumbbell and
hit a most muscular in my direction. I pretended I
hadn't noticed but wasn't very convincing. He strode
over through a group of flexing muscleboys.
	"Hi, my name's Franco," he said extending his hand.
"You know, like Columbu."
	"I'm Scott," I said, shaking his hand.
	"Yeah, you look like a Scott."
	"Well, I guess you look like Franco Columbu."
	The handshake turned into a strength match; Franco
glanced down.
	"I see you like being around all this prime muscle
too."
	I let go of his hand; my face redder than my hair.
While I was avoiding eye contact I looked down and
noticed Franco with the same 'dilemma'.
	Franco leaned in and said: "You look pretty good, but
you'll never make it on stage with that. Do you wanna
go some place and have own private posedown?"
	Again I flushed red. "Well, they're gonna be calling
us soon..."
	"Don't worry, it probably won't take too long.
Anyway, we'll hear the announcement." He cocked his
head towards the backstage area. "C'mon."
	"How old are you?" I asked as we headed off
	"Just turned 16," Franco said proudly."How 'bout
you?"
	"17. I guess we'll be up against each other." He
looked at me and smiled. I blushed again when I
realized my faux pas. "I mean on stage."
	Against my better judgement I, led by Scotty,
followed. I had visions of some of Franco's buddies
waiting to ambush me but I decided to go for the
adventure. He led me into a dark area backstage which
smelled of cleaning supplies. There was barely enough
light to see and I was still watching my back in case
of that ambush. At once Franco grabbed my nipples and
squeezed. I was surprised by the suddeness and let out
a small yelp.
	"Shhh. We don't want anyone to find us," Franco said.
He bent down and started sucking my pecs. "Flex them"
he said, or so I thought. I did and felt his
excitement as my chest flexed and hardened. I reached
down and squeezed his biceps which he immediatley
flexed. "You like those?" he asked
	"Uh-huh."
	"Just passed 17 inches." He stood and flexed his
right arm. "Pretty good huh?"
	"Uh-huh."
	"Let's see yours."
	I of course needed no further encouragement. I flexed
my own biceps, watching it swell to its full size.
Franco began licking the peak while squeezing my
triceps. He again flexed his own and placed it next to
mine.
	"Who's is bigger?" Franco said.
	We both flexed our biceps as hard as we could and
placed them side by side. I could see Franco's peaking
slightly larger than my own. He then hit a side chest
pose and I countered, both bulging with solid young
muscle. I hit an abdominal and thigh pose. Franco
countered but I noticed his abs weren't as razor cut
as mine. We hit most muscular poses for each other's
pleasure.
        Now Scotty was at full mast so in order to not
soak my posing trunks with pre-cum, I pulled them
down; Franco did the same. He made his pecs dance; I
made mine do the same. We moved in closer until the
heads of our cocks touched.
	"Shit, that's some hard-on ya got there Scotty."
	I grabbed Franco by the throat, not too hard but
enough to get his attention. "Look, I'm Scott," I told
him. I grabbed his hand and placed it roughly around
my cock. "That's Scotty."
	Franco, surprised by my action got on his knees.
"Sorry Scotty," he said as he took my swollen muscular
member in his mouth. He began sucking quickly while I
ran my hands over his wide shoulders and delts. I ran
them down his arms which he once again flexed. The
feeling of these solid 17 inch mounds of muscle put me
over and I spewed spunk all over Franco's chest and
down to his feet. Luckily, none of it landed on his
trunks. He was on the verge of cumming when we heard;
	"Junior men, get ready to hit the stage."
	"Oh shit," Franco said as he began pulling up his
trunks, his hard-on still raging. I grabbed his cock
and gave it a few rough tugs and soon felt the
familiar warm, wet sensation all over my hand. We both
smiled as I licked some of this muscleboy's seed. We
found some paper towels and quickly cleaned ourselves.
As I was pulling up my trunks Franco said;
	"How 'bout after the contest, no matter who places
higher, we finish this off?"
	"Sounds OK to me."
	"I know a few of the other guys might like to get
into some fun as well. With all the dieting and
contest prep, they're just achin' to let loose."
	We headed back to the pump room area and retreived
our numbers. Andy smiled and winked as I headed up to
the stage area.
	"What?" I said.
	"Oh nothing. Just looks like you got into some of
your own pump room action."
	"Well, you know, all the contest prep and everyhing."
	"Yeah, I know. So, will I see you afterwards?" Andy
asked.
	"Yeah, I should be ready for some more oil by then."
I smiled and headed up to the backstage.


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