Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 18:23:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: WorshipsMuscleChubs <worshipsmusclechubs@yahoo.com>
Subject: Yuri and the Strongman

      The following is a work of fiction.  It contains consensual sex
between a 30 year- old weightlifter and his submissive 18 year-old
"personal assistant" in that long ago, pre- AIDS year of 1972.  The
weightlifter is an actual living, breathing man who dominated the sport of
weightlifting in the 70s the same way Ali did boxing.  Everything else is
just my imagination running away with me.  All the usual disclaimers apply
and I hold all rights to my work except for those I give up to the Nifty
Archive.  Happy stroking!


			  Yuri and the Strongman
				 --by WMC


      Yuri watched intently as his idol folded his kingly bulk at the waist
and gripped the heavy barbell in his enormous, powerful hands.  A mighty
grunt echoed in the empty gym as the 507 pound mass of steel magically
became airborne and landed with a dull clank on his magnificent shoulders.
With an animal-like roar the behemoth stood up and adjusted the incredibly
heavy weight on his clavicles, the metal plates yielding another dull
clank.

      He heaved several deep breaths while his pecs quivered and bounced
beneath the steel bar as he tested the resistance he would face in jerking
it overhead.  Suddenly he dipped and split his stance as the bar
effortlessly flew upward until his mighty arms were locked in place
underneath it.  He then drew his feet together in a shoulder-wide stance
and waited for the imaginary judges' lights to signal a successful lift.
He counted to ten and then stepped back as he guided the barbell down to
the gym mat where it landed with a reverberating boom no less impressive
than that of a cannon.

	Eighteen-year-old Yuri cheered as the 338 pound world champion
weightlifter raised his arms in victory then lowered them and half-bowed at
the waist toward him.  Spotting the boy's erection straining at his gym
shorts the massive athlete paused in his work to let him admire the
enormity of his fully inflated muscle mass, glistening with sweat and
proudly bouncing out in huge, sinewy bulges around his medicine-ball-sized
and perfectly round belly.  Yuri giggled nervously as his hero slowly and
lewdly scratched the tennis ball-sized lump in the crotch of his gym pants.

      "Load up two more 10 kilo plates for me," the champion instructed.

      "Yes sir, Mr. Alekseev," he happily replied and leapt into action.

      Vassili Alekseev had become the most internationally recognizable man
in the Soviet Union at that time, with the possible exception of Soviet
Premier Leonid Brezhnev.  He had emerged just over two years earlier in
January of 1970 at age 28 as the country's premier super heavyweight
weightlifter.  By October of that year he made his American debut at the
world championship held in Columbus, Ohio where he first laid claim to the
title of strongest man in the world, a title he would hold unchallenged for
the next eight years.  It was there that the entire world first saw this
broodingly handsome, raven-haired, swarthy-skinned, 6'1-1/2" tall behemoth
swagger onto the platform.  With a supreme confidence that seemed
dismissive of his competitors he dazzled his American audience by hoisting
one astounding weight after another with business-like aplomb until, by the
conclusion of his turns, he had effortlessly crossed the unheard of barrier
of 500 pounds in a single lift.  He left the USA with a thundering,
multinational crowd of new fans and a rubble of shattered world records in
his wake.

      By the start of 1972 he had 48 world records to his name (about three
times as many as most successful weightlifters accumulate in a career) and
had added 43 pounds of muscle mass to the impressively built 295 pounds of
bodyweight he had first competed at.  The greater the expansion of his
muscle mass and the more grandfatherly bulk he added to his spectacularly
burly girth, the more he titillated the imagination of every man the world
over who daydreamed of possessing such unprecedented physical strength,
young and old alike.  Yuri was no exception.

       Vassili's training session lasted on into the night until, at 1
a.m., he removed a few disks from the bar and instructed his youthful
assistant to place all the stray plates back on the rack while he finished
off with a few light bodybuilding moves.  The boy kept a close eye on his
giant hero as he playfully toyed with a barbell weighing 198 lbs, pumping
his biceps and triceps past 22 inches in circumference with multiple sets
of forward and French curls.  He then knocked out 2 quick sets of reverse
curls causing his forearms to swell into rolling, rippling knots that
defied imagination in size and strength.

      The strongman racked the weight back on the flat bench and turned to
admire the results of his finishing touches on his shirtless body in the
gym's mirrored wall.  Yuri shamelessly showered the behemoth with praise
for his titanic bulk.

      "You're muscles are so huge and powerful looking I'll bet you could
wad up a car like so much paper!  You look incredibly strong!" he enthused.

      The strongman bent down and picked up his gym bag as he said, "I FEEL
incredibly strong!" then, with his other massive arm, proceeded to pick
Yuri up and tuck him under it.

      The boy giggled as he struggled in vain to get free and soon resigned
himself to playfully slapping at Alekseev's firm, prominent belly and
pinching the large, brown nipples that perfectly decorated his thick, manly
chest.

      The strongman heartily laughed at Yuri's feigned resistance and said,
"You're making my dick hard."

      As the champion correctly intuited, the boy's attention was drawn
like a magnet to the growing bulge beneath his belly that waggled from side
to side against the steady pump of his tree-trunk sized thighs.  He smiled
as Yuri quickly placed his hand on it and began excitedly squeezing.

      "O-o-o-o-h-h-h!  It's getting fatter!" Yuri observed as he
simultaneously continued working the strongman's left nipple in his other
hand.

      When he reached the door to his private changing room Alekseev set
the bag down first and then Yuri.  He quickly pinned the boy to the wall
with his protruding belly and affected the most menacing of his game faces
in competition.  There was a moment of silence before Yuri felt the
strongman's ball-shaped gut reassuringly shake against him in laughter.  He
reached up over Vassili's stomach and began lightly tracing his fingers
around the edges of the giant's gorgeous nipples.  The smiling strongman
responded by alternately snapping his huge pectoral slabs to attention
beneath the ministrations of the boy's hands.  Childish delight registered
on Yuri's face as he studied and felt their rhythmic motion.

      "Get my massage ready," the colossus instructed him with an
affectionate swat on his rear as he freed him.

      Yuri bolted through the door with excitement as he quickly stripped
off his clothes and laid the vinyl-covered gym mats down on the floor where
the massage would commence.  Alekseev caught several good looks at the
boy's pink, inviting asshole from several angles as Yuri bent this way and
that without a hint of self-consciousness getting the mats positioned.  He
sat on the mat nearest to Vassili and watched as his hero sat on the wooden
bench in front of him.  With a deep sigh the man leaned back and rested his
massive, sweat-soaked bulk against the cool tiles of the wall.  Yuri
silently gazed on the huge muscles that bulged seductively under the layer
of fat that hid their definition and shamelessly fondled his modest
endowment, which was jutting up stiff as a board from his slight, silky
pubic bush.

      Alekseev removed his shoes and socks and then folded his great girth
forward, resting his elbows on his knees.  He took several deep breaths,
eyes barely closed, and exhaled with his full lips puckered as if ready to
whistle.  Instead his cheeks, darkly shaded by his 5 o'clock shadow,
ballooned out like a great bellows above the heavy jowls that wreathed them
as each breath audibly `whooshed' out.  After a short time he stood and
shucked off his gym pants.  He towered above the awe-stricken teen in all
his glory wearing only his lifting strap, which by then could only barely
contain the magnificence of the huge balls and half-erect dick that
strained against it.  Vassili slowly turned and stood looking down on his
admirer.

      "How about getting this strap off of me," the strongman said.

      Yuri was all too eager to oblige.  He hopped up on his knees and
pushed his fingers into the firm underbelly that rode over the top of the
strap and then worked his fingers down into the waistband.  Alekseev saw
the boy's face light up as he peeled the garment down and sprung the
weighty organs free of their confines.

      The huge man's tightly drawn ball sac rested against his massive
thighs and his hardening member bobbed lustily in the boy's face.  Yuri
licked his smiling lips and, placing his hands on Vassili's legs, scooped
the head of the champion's dick up into his wide-open mouth.  He created
just enough suction on the throbbing appendage to hold it straight out from
his idol's loins so he could watch himself achieve full erection in his
mouth.

      The smile on the strongman's handsome face grew wider with each pulse
of his impressively large member as he saw the boy's lips yielding to its
increasing thickness.  When it was fully hard Yuri slowly backed his mouth
off the saliva-coated head of the titan's bulky hard-on until it fell free
and glanced off his chin.

      Yuri admired it for a few moments then placed his tongue under the
head and lifted it up a couple of inches, allowing it to fall and bob in
his face again.  He pressed his lips to the bulbous, half-hooded head and
tongued the strongman's gaping urethra.  He then wrapped both hands around
the rigid organ and started furiously sucking the bloated knob.

      Vassili laid one of his huge hands on the boy's head and said with a
laugh, "Hey, now, let's take care of that massage first and then you can
play with my dick all you want."

      "Yes sir," he obediently replied.

	Yuri loved to massage the giant athlete's massive muscles.  The
feel of his hands sinking down into the dense layers of relaxed sinews was
almost all the stimulation he needed to shoot off a load.  No matter how
hard he pressed, pulled and kneaded on them he could never manage to feel
the bones beneath.

      Yuri started with the giant seated on the bench, stepping behind him
and working his fingers with as much force as he could muster into the
mounded traps that surrounded the strongman's bull neck.  He then began
pulling back on the great mounds and letting his fingers slide down until
his traps vanished into his lats almost half-way down his incredibly broad
back.  Next Vassili held one of his magnificent arms out and Yuri
instinctively moved to his side, trying in vain to squeeze his hands around
it as he slid them up over the strongman's bowling-ball-sized deltoids and
then down to his wrists.  He changed sides and did the same with the
champion's other arm.

      This phase of the massage concluded with Yuri stepping up between the
behemoth's spread thighs to work the front side of his traps.  He loved
that the huge mounds between Vassili's shoulders spread wider than he did
from shoulder to shoulder.  He laid his hands on them and began alternately
tugging and pushing them, occasionally causing his stiff, boyish prick to
rub against the strongman's great belly.

      "Something tells me you are enjoying your work," the celebrated
athlete again teased.

      "Very much, sir," Yuri replied with a sheepish grin as his modest
hard-on glanced off the big man's equally hard gut again.

      When Alekseev felt his traps had been sufficiently attended to he got
up and went to lie face down on the gym mats.  Yuri toweled the sweat off
the vast expanse of the strongman's back and then proceeded to carefully
stand on it.  Then, almost as if dancing, he began walking on it, digging
the balls of his feet into the thick lats that spread wide beneath him.
Only with the full weight of his compact 5' - 7", 182 pound body was he
ever able to sink deeply enough into the muscular mass to feel what it was
attached to.

      He slowly "danced" his way down until he was standing on the huge
man's firm, volley-ball-sized glutes.  He then stepped down and knelt,
first straddling the athlete's right leg and then his left as he work the
heels of his hands up his huge, knotted calves and then over his tightly
swollen hamstrings.

      On Alekseev's cue the boy straddled his butt and sat down in the
small of his back.  Yuri began kneading the muscular buttocks in slow
circular motions, causing them to alternately part until he could glimpse
his idol's puckered sphincter and then squeeze together to form a
tantalizingly deep, lightly furred crack.  The massive athlete brought his
hands together so he was resting on his thick forearms and then spread his
legs until he resembled a huge frog, lifting the boy up slightly as he did
so.

      "My balls itch," he announced.

      Yuri obediently reached down until his forearm rested in the groove
formed by Vassili's slightly spread butt cheeks and began scratching around
on his sagging bag until he found the right spot.

      "Ahhh! That's the place!" the great man sighed in relief, "Ok, you
got it.  Hop off so I can roll over."

      Once on his back he observed the boy sniffing and tasting the fingers
he had used to scratch his big, sweaty balls.  Yuri's diminutive dick
twitched like a metronome as he did so, bringing a smile to the big man's
heavily jowled face.

      "Taste good?" he asked.

      The grinning boy blushed as he nodded his head in the affirmative
while openly ogling his hero's large, potent genitals.

      Alekseev scooped his balls up to safety in one of his thick, square
hands as he brought his powerful thighs together and then released the orbs
to nestle down in the crevice his legs formed.  Yuri straddled the great
thighs, each larger around than his waist at over 35 inches, and seated
himself to attend to the strongman's abdominal mound and 61" barrel chest.
He carefully studied the way the patch of hair between his pectoral slabs
fanned out to lightly dust his large, brown nipples and formed a faint,
silky treasure trail that led to the thick, wiry bush from which his
colossal genitals seemed to bloom.  Yuri especially loved this part of the
massage because it allowed him to freely blur the lines between massage and
worship.

      Yuri leaned down until his mouth was over the strongman's lightly
furred navel and, as his hands explored the vast expanse of Alekseev's
otherwise smooth gut, lapped his tongue into its salty depth.  His
rock-hard pricklet tried in vain to work itself between the man's sinewy
thighs as he diligently applied himself to his task.  Vassili sighed his
pleasure as his magnificent, half-hard tool began springing to life under
the boy's sweat- slicked chest.  Little by little Yuri accommodated its
growth until he could feel the fat head pressed under his chin and oozing
pre-ejaculate.

      Yuri sat up to admire it.  What he saw when he looked down was his
own erection comfortably nestled in the warmth of Alekseev's big, plump nut
sac and pointing at the base of the big dick towering over it.  Yuri pushed
it up against Vassili's underbelly and ran his hand up and down its length.
He pulled his hand away from it and watched with amusement as it sprang up
perfectly erect once more.

      Yuri stared down into the big hole in the half-exposed head and
marveled at the beautiful shape of the entire dick.  It was so wonderfully
thick that it had the appearance of being shorter than its actual length.
In truth he could stack both hands on it and have the head plus another
inch or more to suck on.  Its head, which was almost big enough to fill his
mouth, topped a shaft that was marginally even thicker and perfectly
straight, making it resemble a scale model of a fireplug.  Yuri loved that
about Alekseev's thickness; that at full erection his dick was so
inflexible it could effortlessly overcome his incredible tightness during
penetration without the slightest tendency to bend, even when held only by
its base.  Granted it was a bit more painful to accommodate, but it also
delivered a much steadier and more satisfying thrust.

      He pushed the leaking hunk of meat up against Alekseev's belly again
and smeared a glistening arc just under his navel as he commented, "I can't
imagine how good it must feel to be able to touch your belly button with
your dick."

      "This good," the smiling strongman said as he took hold of his
formidable hard- on and noisily slapped it up into the soft, jiggly baby
fat of the boy's lower belly.

      Yuri's excited laughter rang out as he felt the forceful thump of
Alekseev's big, rock-hard dick against him.  He quickly rose to his feet
and fetched a squeeze bottle of oil from Vassili's gym bag.  He liberally
slathered the man's swollen appendage in it and, without so much as even
one of his own thin fingers to loosen himself up, straddled his hips again
and squatted down.  With one hand on the champion's firm belly to steady
himself, he securely gripped Alekseev's throbbing erection in the other
until its great head kissed his spasming sphincter.  After less than a
minute's struggle Yuri groaned, half in pain and half in relief, as his
hole gave way to the fat glans of the hulking athlete's oil-slicked pole.

      The strongman sighed and moaned with lust-filled breathiness as his
young admirer slowly sank down over inch after inch of his rigid tool, its
girth increasing the farther down on it he went.  At about the half-way
point the boy froze and convulsed in orgasm. Alekseev nearly succumbed to
an orgasm of his own as Yuri's ass muscles repeatedly clamped down on the
invading member while he sprayed the huge man's gut with his modest load.
Once he was certain he had staved off the near orgasm Vassili put his arms
behind his head and watched with satisfaction as Yuri completed his
descent.  The modern-day Hercules swelled with pride at the determined
expression on the boy's face as he fought back his queasiness and held
perfectly still while his butt adapted to the size of the dick he had
forced up it.

      Yuri stared in awe at the cornucopia of masculine delights that lay
beneath him.  Alekseev's heavily bearded jowls, swarthy skin and
authoritative burliness with its hirsute decorations were in stark contrast
with his own smooth, boyish softness, modest endowment and fine, sparsely
populated pubic bush.  Yuri swelled with a pride of his own in his gifted
abilities to provide such a magnificent specimen of a man with the physical
pleasures he so clearly deserved.  He felt as if he was eighteen going on
eight in Alekseev's commanding presence, but he could fuck like a boy of
eight going on thirty-eight.

      Vassili brought his hands down and placed them on Yuri's thighs.  As
soon as he felt capable of continuing Yuri pressed his oily hands into the
underside of the great belly before him and slid them up over its crest
into the crease just below the thick pectoral mounds of his chest.  As he
did this it caused his burning sphincter to stretch out around the thick
base of his hero's corpulent hard-on.  Then as he slid them back down over
the crest of Alekseev's prominent abdomen it would lift him off of it to a
region of more comfortable girth.  The celebrated weightlifter had to use
all of the control in his substantial power to maintain his erect condition
without giving up his load to the incredibly tight, velvety grip of the
boy's bowels as it slid up and down on him.

      Next the boy dug the heels of his slippery hands into the man's large
pectorals, which he flexed to provide him the needed amount of resistance.
When he relaxed them the youth's fists rode up onto the muscled mounds and
he began the up-and-down strokes that rocked his ass on the behemoth's
straining erection.  Twice more during this phase of the massage the
thickness of Alekseev's probing tool triggered the boy's prostate and
delivered jolting orgasms.  Again Vassili somehow managed to withstand the
assaults without yielding to an orgasm of his own.  When the exhausted boy
finally collapsed onto the strongman's hulking torso he gently folded his
arms around him and appreciatively patted his back.  Yuri clutched at the
heroic athlete's left pectoral as he hungrily sucked and chewed on its
erect, dark brown, half-dollar-sized nipple.  The strongman began rapidly
flexing the sinewy mound causing Yuri's head to bounce slightly.

      When Yuri sat up again he discovered that the ejaculate he had spewed
onto the strongman had stuck their bellies together.  They had a good laugh
over it together and then the athlete suggested they shower.  Vassili
helped the boy up and off of his deeply buried prong.  Yuri quickly dropped
to his knees beside Alekseev and observed that the athlete's muck-streaked
dick was still raging hard over his tightly drawn ball sac.  He couldn't
resist touching the tip of his tongue to the fat pole and tasting the
pungent fuck juice that clung to it, causing the strongman's great belly to
shake with laughter.

      "Let's get cleaned up first and then you can get me off in your
mouth," the amused behemoth calmly instructed.

      They rose to their feet and walked into Alekseev's private shower.
It had been specifically designed for his massive body with sizable floor
space and shower heads on the walls opposite the stall's length so he could
easily maneuver under their combined spray.  They each started their
nozzles flowing with steaming hot water.  Vassili handed Yuri the soap and
raised his arms.  The boy dutifully began lathering up the famous athlete's
expansive physique, his slender hands exploring the folds and creases of
his gargantuan girth and cleaning his ass juice off of the prodigious
member that jutted out from Vassili's loins with extra care to not bring
him to orgasm.

      Vassili then turned to let Yuri wash his back.  As his hands ran over
the huge traps and wide lats once more his youthful meat began to throb.
When he worked his soapy hands in between the muscular globes of the
strongman's ass cheeks and felt his fingers gliding over the behemoth's
puckered hole it leapt to full erection.  Alekseev grabbed onto the faucet
handles, took a step back so he was slightly bent at the waist and then
spread his legs enough to permit his bulging scrotum to push back between
his thighs.

      Yuri sank to his knees on the hard tile floor and began licking the
exposed bag.  He traced his tongue up one of the folds of skin until he
could work his tongue into Alekseev's slightly parted crack and tease his
perineum.  As he kept this up he could hear in the decline of Alekseev's
measured moans when to apply the finishing touch.  He slipped his hands
into Vassili's crack and parted the great glutes to expose his winking
sphincter.  He sank his face in and let the globes close on the sides of it
as he vigorously stimulated the sensitive orifice with his tongue.  After
several minutes of this Alekseev turned and showed the youth his maximally
erect dick, which he started lightly jabbing into his open mouth.

      "I'm ready for you to get me off now," the strongman announced as he
turned the water on his side off.

      Yuri quickly conducted his bathing under the strongman's watchful
eye.  When Yuri bent over to soap his legs down the horny titan playfully
poked at his spread cheeks with a dick that was by that time harder than
titanium steel.  Yuri always loved this game and eagerly pushed back to
meet his hero's jabs.  When Alekseev could stand the tension no longer he
easily picked Yuri up and rinsed him off under the shower head.  After
setting him on the floor again he quickly reached over the laughing boy to
turn off his shower head and jab his rigid meat into the soft flesh of his
buttocks a few more times.

      Once they had toweled themselves dry Vassili grabbed the back of a
folding chair he had personally reinforced to support his great bodyweight
and positioned it at the edge of the gym mats that were still on the floor.
He sat in it and watched Yuri scurry into position between his enormous
thighs.

      "I'll warn you I've got a hair trigger at the moment and a wad in my
balls big enough to feed an army of whores," the strongman cautioned with a
mischievous grin and a twinkle in his dark eyes.

      Alekseev's huge belly shook again with laughter as he watched Yuri
ceremoniously aim the bloated member at his mouth and slowly devour not
quite half of its length before cutting off his air.  Outwardly he had
acted amused, but inwardly the behemoth's need to be appreciated as a
sexual being filled him with feelings for the boy he could not quite
reconcile.  He saw Yuri's eyes close in contentment as he started sliding
his full, red lips up and down the veined surface of his fat, hard dick.
His young assistant noisily sucked and gagged on the unwieldy appendage
with fearless determination until the combined aural, visual and sensory
stimulation quickly brought the behemoth off with a load of unparalleled
size.

      The strongman watched as Yuri backed far enough off the head of his
dick to allow him to see his second volley spew into his open mouth.  The
boy then quickly wrapped his lips around Alekseev's erupting organ and
continued sucking it with undeterred fury. Vassili instantly knew the boy
would persist until rewarded with another load.  Alekseev's spent,
sensitive gland ached from the nonstop stimulation of Yuri's suctioning
mouth, but he was determined to let him have his way and worked through the
pain to achieve full erection for him again.

      Once Yuri had him completely hard he took the beloved tool from his
mouth to admire it.

      "Can I try to make you come again, please?" Yuri asked.

      "Help yourself," the titan said with a warm smile.

      Yuri dove back down on Vassili's dick with a vengeance and labored on
it intensively for more than twenty minutes.  To his disappointment,
though, the thick organ kept flagging and losing its rigidity.

      The strongman lifted the boy's head off of his half-hard meat and
said, "I've got an idea.  Let me stand up."

      Vassili stood his hulking girth up and ponderously turned around,
bending over and bracing his huge hands on the back of his chair.

      "Lick my asshole some more," he instructed.

      Yuri quickly buried his face between the giant's manly, melon-sized
cheeks and tongued the freshly showered orifice for all he was worth.

      After a few minutes the strongman proclaimed, "Ok, that should do
it."

      When he turned to face Yuri, who was still kneeling on the gym mat,
the colossus beamed with pride and he wagged his fully hard dick in the
boy's face.

      "Now, I think your best bet to get another load out of it is for me
to fuck your mouth.  Remember, just pat my thighs when you need to come up
for air," he said.

      Yuri quickly opened his mouth and watched Alekseev pump his meat full
of blood.  He then choked it off at the base to keep it fully hard with a
minimum of effort.  The strongman placed his other hand on the back of
Yuri's head and guided his mouth onto the plump, crimson ramrod.  With
expert precision Vassili proceeded to drill the boy's oral cavity with
every last millimeter he could fit inside it, letting him back off of it
enough to breathe through his nose with each pat on his powerful thighs.
Yuri's nose was running profusely and saliva was streaming down his chin as
the charismatic champion relentlessly pounded the head of his dick into the
soft tissue at the back of his throat.

      Just when Yuri thought he might not be able to last long enough to
get his reward the strongman put all 338 pounds of his massive body into
one last thrust.  Alekseev announced his impending eruption with a near
roar reminiscent of the sounds he made when hoisting his record barbells.
He quickly pulled all but the unhooded portion of the head of his dick out
of the boy and angled it so that Yuri could feel the first few blasts
explode onto the roof of his mouth.  Yuri took the entire load onto his
tongue and savored it like a connoisseur at a wine tasting.  He rolled the
viscuous juice on his palate for quite some time and then happily swallowed
it.

      Yuri kissed the strongman's sagging balls then quickly rose up on his
knees and wrapped his thin arms around the hulking athlete's ball-shaped
belly in his best attempt at a bear hug.

      "Thank you," he half-whispered.

      The contented strongman smiled down on his devoted assistant and ran
the thick fingers of his mighty hands through the boy's curly hair.

      "You're welcome," he replied in a benevolent tone as he tenderly
pressed the boy's well-fucked face against the masculine firmness of his
expansive gut.