Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2013 21:20:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Alex O'donnell <alexodonnell99@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge, part 20

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The Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge, Part 20


"And we're back," Alex the hunky, hot host of the Ultimate Muscle Hunk
Challenge said with a sexy smile as the program returned from what seemed
like a months-long commercial break. "Here on Muscle Hunk Network, the ONLY
network where you can see healthy, muscular men strut their stuff on
national television."

"That's right, Alex," Scott, the equally hot co-host interjected. "Now, if
you've been tuning in to tonight's episode, you're aware that our three
remaining contestants, Jack, Rod, and Dick, have been competing in our
'Truth or Dare' round. Jack Offerman is currently in the lead with 15
points..."


The camera switched to a shot of Jack, whose incredible, muscle-bound body
was on full display for the studio audience and the audience at home. His
tanned, sculpted body was obviously in peak physical condition as he struck
a cocky 'Most Muscular' for the camera. His massive quads, giant biceps,
and thick, striated pecs made my mouth water and my cock rock-hard.

"...Dick Hardman has nine points," Scott continued.

The view changed to Dick, who, like Jack, stood nude on the stage, his
vascular, huge frame filling every inch of the TV screen. He pulled a Frank
Zane-style 'victory' pose that only accentuated his massive forearms, wide
lats, and corded, muscular neck.


"...and Rod Dixon, unfortunately, still has zero points."

The camera switched to an obviously embarrassed Rod, who didn't even look
up from the podium. Although Rod was muscular and handsome, he'd been
knocked down a few pegs during the competition so far, and it showed. Rod,
who had prided himself on being a firm Christian, had caved to the
pressures of the competition, and had begun doing just about anything to
earn points, so far to no avail.


"Now, with one round left, it's still anyone's game," Scott said. As our
regular viewers know, in Round Three, point values are tripled, and all
questions are 'Dares'. Let's begin Round Three, shall we?"

The studio audience cheered wildly as the new round began.

"Whoever buzzes in first gets the chance to steal," Alex reminded viewers
before looking back down at the index card in his hand. "For 27
points... The card says... 'Show the hosts a good time,'" he read from the
card.

As the studio audience erupted in laughter, Alex and Scott looked at each
other with shit-eating grins.

"Hey, I just read what the card says," Alex reminded the viewers with a
shrug.


I wondered who would buzz in. Dick? Jack? Surely not Rod? But as the clock
began ticking, it was Rod, to my surprise, who suddenly buzzed in.

"...I'll do it," he said, with an air of resignation. His face was beet
red. It was very clear that he was doing this because he had little
choice. After two rounds of Truth or Dare, he still had no points.

"Alright, Rod, come on up here and we'll get started," Alex said, adding,
"Come on, don't be shy," when Rod hesitated. "Scott's not going to
bite... I don't THINK."

The studio audience laughed.

Rod approached the central podium on the dias and was directed around the
stage left side, where Scott stood. The naked muscle-hunk paused again as
he reached the fully-clothed co-host of the program.

"Go on, Rod," Alex urged. "You know what you have to do. 27 points on the
line."

Rod slowly knelt down as Scott casually loosened his tie, his big dick
obviously already hard in his black dress slacks, judging from the big
bulge in the crotch of his pants.

"C'mere, boy," Scott semi-whispered. "Show Daddy a good time."

The utterly humiliated Rod scooted a little closer to Scott as the blond
co-host removed his blazer.

"Now open up his fly, Rod," Alex urged.

Slowly, Rod reached up and unbuckled Scott's belt, unbuttoned his slacks,
then pulled down the zipper. Scott pulled his dress shirt up and out of his
pants, then tugged the bottom of his shirt open, as buttons flew
everywhere.

Scott's pants, now unfastened, had fallen around his knees. He had
well-developed quads, but it was hard to see much else. He was wearing gray
jockey shorts, the bulge of his big boner lewdly sticking out four or five
inches, tenting his jockeys.

Scott put his hand around the back of Rod's neck and pulled Rod closer to
his crotch. "Kiss it, Rod," Scott urged. "Show me a good time, buddy."

Rod leaned forward and slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, kissed the head of
Scott's cock through the gray material.

"That's not a real kiss," Scott said. "Give me a French kiss, buddy," he
urged.

Slowly, Rod obliged, as cameras zoomed in from all sides to catch the
action. He opened his mouth and began covering Scott's still-clothed cock
in wet kisses, starting at the tip and working his way down the front of
the Scott's cockshaft.

"That's it, baby," Scott cooed. "Keep going, buddy."

Rod tongued Scott's cock through the material, gradually soaking the jockey
shorts in saliva. The cameras kept rolling.


As Rod continued his fellating of Scott's still-covered prick, Scott
loosened his tie further, then pulled the collar of his shirt up and then
slowly pulled his shirt all the way off, leaving his tie around his
neck. He had a well-muscled, darkly tanned chest and strong, muscular
arms. The tie only accentuated his muscular, sculpted torso.

"'Kay, buddy," Scott whispered. "Time to get down to business. Pull out my
trouser-snake."

Rod struggled to pull Scott's big cock out of the fly of his jockey
shorts. It took a few long moments to pull the big beef-stick out of such a
small opening, but once free, it was clear just how big Scott's mighty
prick really was. It was around nine inches long, a couple of inches thick,
with a vascular, vein-covered shaft and a large mushroom head.

"Kiss it," Scott ordered.

Rod slowly began kissing and licking Scott's big prick, as Scott wrapped
his fingers in Rod's hair. Rod slowly licked up and down Scott's cockshaft,
as pre-cum began leaking out of the purple head.

"Lick my fuckin' balls, buddy," Scott urged.

Rod worked to pull Scott's hefty nuts out of the jockey shorts, a prospect
made more difficult as Scott continued to push his cock onto Rod's mouth.

As Rod finally worked both balls out of Scott's shorts, Scott pushed Rod's
head down, forcing the young bodybuilder's lips onto his jewels. "Put 'em
in your mouth," Scott demanded.

Rod worked first one ball, then the other into his mouth, as he went to
town on Scott's marbles, then slowly worked his way back up Scott's
love-stick.

"Mmmmm... that's it, buddy. Earn those 27 points. Fuckin'-A. That feels so
fuckin' good..."


"We'll be right back after a word from our sponsors," Alex said.



To be continued...