Date: Sun, 4 Mar 2012 12:27:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Alex O'donnell <alexodonnell99@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge, part 13

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The Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge, Part 13


After the commercial break, the hosts, Alex and Scott, appeared on the
screen.

"Welcome back to the Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge," Alex said, smiling
his sexy smile. "This week, our three remaining competitors have been
assigned personal trainers. We just watched as Rod's new personal trainer,
John Thomas, started training Rod on the crossover cables."

"That's right, Alex," Scott said. "But John Thomas wasn't satisfied giving
Rod the usual muscle workout. He knows the audience at home demands more,
and it's the audience votes which keep each man in the competition. To keep
Rod on the show, he's going to have to push him far beyond his limits. And
we saw that tonight with an explosive climax to the muscle workout."

"Now let's go back to the tape and watch how Jack gets along with his new
trainer, William," Alex said.

The scene switched to a prerecorded segment, showing the hunky muscle-stud
Jack working out in the reality show's gym. Jack was laying on the bench
doing bench presses. The sexy man was working out only in tennis shoes and
a tiny pink posing suit. Sweat glistened on his powerful chest and muscular
arms as he racked the barbell.

Another man walked in, obviously Jack's new personal trainer. He introduced
himself as Willy Prickson, and the two men shook hands.

Willy was a head shorter than Jack, and lacked Jack's huge muscular frame;
I was really disapointed. Sure, the personal trainer was very handsome, and
from what I could tell with his clothes still on, he looked muscular, but
he was no muscle god.

"I'm going to be your personal trainer, Jack," Willy said. "I've watched
your tapes, and there are a few key areas you'll need to work on in order
to win this competition."

"What do I need to do?" Jack asked.

"Well, one thing you'll need to do is get rid of all that conservative
clothing you've been wearing," Willy said. "Look at those posers, for
example. They cover way too much of your body."

"My body is fuckin' barely covered at all!" Jack protested.

"Yes, but the audience wants to see more. A lot more," Willy pointed
out. "At this point in the competition, it's do or die. I've read the
Q-Ratings for you, and the number one comment from hard-core fans is that
they wanted you totally naked, all the time. From now on, no more posing
trunks. They need to see your big prick the entire episode. No more
clothes. We're going to clean out your wardrobe, and get rid of
everything. The rest of the season, you don't wear anything. Got it?"

Jack nodded, but he didn't seem convinced. Willy explained to him that the
other competitors would probably be going at least that far, in order to
woo the audience. "You saw how far even the Christian kid was willing to
go, jacking off right on stage, in order to stay in the competition,
Jack. Now let's get those posers off, and see what we have to work with,"
he said.

Jack pulled down his pink posing trunks and tossed them aside. Even soft,
his dick was huge, and it dangled between his muscular legs like a giant
sausage.

"Okay. Now let's go through your posing routine and see what we can work
on," Willy suggested, and Jack obliged. He pulled a double biceps that was
made even hotter by the fact that he was wearing nothing but his tennis
shoes. His big cock only accentuated his muscles.

"Now play with it," Willy suggested.

"My cock?" Jack asked.

"Yeah. Get it nice and hard as you pose," Willy said.

Jack shifted to a Most Muscular, and as he did, his right hand started
playing with his big prick.

"That's it, Jack," Willy said. "Play with that fucker. Get it rock-hard,
stud."

Jack slowly fisted his cock with his right hand, slowly bringing his cock
to a huge erection as he flexed his big guns, huge pecs, and ripped
abs. The big veins in the shaft of his cock bulged as he stroked his meaty
muscle-dick.

In front of Jack, Willy pulled off his t-shirt. Although Willy wasn't a
huge muscle god, I was amazed to see how well-developed he was underneath
the shirt: his abs were sculpted like steel, and his pecs were striated
mounds of muscle. His biceps were really big, much bigger than I would have
believed before he took off his t-shirt.

Jack's cock had now reached full erection; it was huge, and rubbed up
against his uppermost row of abs.

"Pull that fuck-stick down toward the ground," Willy said. Jack obliged and
then Willy told him to let go. Jack's cock bounched against his rock-hard
belly.

"Do that a bunch of times when you're in front of the studio audience,"
Willy said. "It will drive them insane."

Jack rubbed his cock, and large amounts of pre-cum started drooling out of
his prick. Jack rubbed some around the head and shaft of his big cock. Some
of the pre-cum drooled onto his abs, and he rubbed that, too, onto his
sculpted belly.

"That's good, Jack," Willy said, encouragingly. "Take some of that precum
and rub it on your pecs, too. The studio audience will eat that up."

Jack rubbed some precum onto his pecs as well.

Then Willy ran Jack through more poses: all of the required bodybuilding
poses, and some other common ones: double biceps, front lat spread, side
chest, back double biceps, back lat spread, side triceps, most muscular,
front ab-thigh, and "relaxed". During each pose, Willy showed Jack how to
accentuate his giant boner as much as possible.

"Flex that fucker, too, when you hit a side chest," Willy said. "Try to get
it to wag a bit when you go from one pose to the next, and on the side
chest pose, flex it hard enough it slaps hard up against your abs."

Jack was a fast learner, and was soon wagging his giant boner as he hit
each pose. Between poses, Jack grabbed his cock lewdly and jacked on it,
sending a constant stream of precum running down his shaft, over his hand,
and dripping onto the floor.

The obscene display seemed to continue for hours. Willy called out pose
after pose, as Jack changed positions, flexing his massive muscles and
stroking his huge boner.

Willy then knelt down in front of Jack and took the head of Jack's cock
into his mouth. The camera zoomed in from the side to capture the
moment. Willy expertly teased Jack's cock head, licking it, pushing it into
his mouth, and then pulling back off. He started licking the shaft,
covering every square inch of Jack's considerable acreage. Every bit of
Jack's cock was shiny with spit as Willy continued his obviously
experienced cock-tease. He kissed his way back up to the head, and
reinserted Jack's cock-head into his mouth.

Above him, Jack moaned, and Jack's hands reached down to push more of
Willy's head onto his cock. Willy slowly took more of Jack's gigantic prick
into his mouth, bobbing on Jack's cock as Jack moaned.

"Oh yeah, that's it. Shit. Eat that fucking cock. Bob on my knob,
fucker. That's it. That feels so fucking good," Jack moaned.

"Oh... oh... eat it," he said, as Willy took even more of his prick into
his mouth. "Oh, shit. Swallow my cock, you cocksucker."

Willy began bobbing faster on Jack's giant dong, taking in as much of it as
he could and then pulling off again. He still could only get about half of
the muscle-stud's cock into his mouth, but he was going to town on it. In
front of him, Jack was was flexing his muscles in time to the blow job, and
swearing like a sailor.

"Oh shit, oh fuck, goddamit! I'm gonna cum!"

Grabbing Willy's head, Jack pushed down on it, forcing Willy to take as
much of his cock as possible as he blew his load in the man's mouth.

"FUCKKKKKK!" Jack yelled, as Willy greedily swallowed his spunk.

As Jack slowly withdrew, Willy licked the cum off his cock and balls. There
was a ton to clean off, but Willy was thorough.

The scene faded out as the show cut to a commercial break.


To be continued...