Date: Thu, 21 Oct 1999 14:06:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scott Walker <gittes98@yahoo.com>
Subject: Big Ben Episode 3

This is the third installment of the adventures of Big
Ben Sanders; 17 years old, 225 pounds of muscle and
attitude. SW


Big Ben: Episode 3:
A Dollar a Pound


By:  Scott Walker ( and Ben Sanders)



	Man, that thing's huge!
	Unbelievable!
	Shit, lookit the size of it!
	Oooh, and it's so hard
	Awesome!
	"Well, what's the verdict?"
	A movie with Paul Newman.
	"Asshole. What's it measure?"
	17 and a half.
	"17 and a half? Holy shit."
	Man, that guy is gonna shit when he sees you.
	"He better," I said.
	It was the last week of classes; my last week as a
Junior and I'd done it. I'd vowed to get arms up to 17
and a half inches by the end of term and now it's
done. I allow a couple of girls (two of the few I
haven't plugged yet) to touch it. One of them wets
herself on the spot and the other isn't far off. They
squeeze my biceps as hard as they can but all they
manage is to leave a handprint on the peak. And what a
peak! A couple of guys are trying to conceal hard-ons
in front of the others and not doing it very well.  I
know that pained expression on their faces; I have
that effect on people. I'm now at full staff myself
but I'm not trying to hide it. As I grab my gear and
head out, accepting congrats and pats from the select
few in the weight room, I make another vow;
	"I'm gonna slap another half-inch on these fuckers
before next term." I hit an awesome double biceps to
make my point.
	"How?" I hear one of the guys in tented sweats say to
his buddy.
	"How?" I repeat, fixing him with my steely, kick-ass
stare. "By any means necessary." I forgo hitting
another pose as my own hard-on is raging and I don't
have the time to alleviate it. I bid farewell to the
MuscleHeads and head out.
	"Good luck with the shoot," Chris says.
	"Piece of cake. That photographer likes to get off on
muscleboys. Wait'll he gets a load of me."
 	I'm running late so I decide against changing or
showering. As I walk to the car (strut, actually) I'm
aware of my gait. With the newly acquired 17 and a
half-inch guns relaxed they are pulled away from my
boulder-shoulders by my incredible lats. I have
attained 'the walk'. I pass a nerdy kid from the
audio-visual club carrying some videos now staring at
the behemoth that is me.
	"Hey, Stick," I yell. The kid turns and faces me, no
doubt thrilled. "Need a place to show those tapes?" I
drop my gym bag, turn around and hit a lat spread.
"Why not show 'em on this?"
	"Holy--" I hear him say. I turn around to notice his
knees buckling and a wet spot forming at his crotch. I
recalled this was the same kid I'd cornered for a
quick blow-job in the can about a month earlier. I
could really use his services again but I didn't have
time. It did nothing to abate the raging hard-on so I
climbed into the car and headed off.

	The photo shoot was about 50 miles away. I was given
the guy's card backstage just after the Contest. He
seemed to be one of those muscle queens who like to
try to get close to bodybuilders. He said he'd pay
$200 if he could take some photos. At first I was
reluctant. I certainly don't mind being photographed,
I just didn't want these pics to end up on some
Internet porno site for a bunch of middle aged men to
jerk off over. He assured me they were for his own
private collection and that he will also give me the
negatives. I insisted on $225 and he agreed. This made
me wonder whether I'd be able to get more but I'll see
what happens. Maybe if he's a good enough photographer
I'll send a few of the pics into the muscle magazines.

	My hard-on had abated a bit as I pulled onto the
freeway. I drove with the window wide open, the big 17
and a half incher proudly resting on the frame. I
began casually flexing for anyone who showed the
slightest interest. As traffic slowed at an on ramp a
delivery driver pulled up beside me. He smiled, pulled
back his sleeve and flexed. He had a big, ugly tattoo
on his arm so I didn't get a very good appraisal of
his bi. Naturally I took up the challenge, flexed my
own mound and let him drool over the magnificence of
my achievement. He nodded defeat and sped off. This
did nothing to abate my sweet agony. My cock was
fighting to burst out of my sweats and was digging
into my thick, striated thigh. I didn't think I should
go into the photo shoot with a raging hard-on (at
least not right away); that would be too much of a
good thing. I saw a rest area up ahead and decided to
pull in to pull the rod.
	'Shit,' I thought. Too bad I didn't bring my protégé
Randy or some chick with me who'd really be able to
appreciate having Lil Me down his throat or in her
pussy.
	They're weren't many cars so I headed for the
washroom; my sweats tenting and pre-cum forming at the
base of my crotch. I entered the only vacant cubicle
and immediately went to work. I was so into my own
gratification that I didn't notice a hole in the wall
looking right into the next stall. Sitting there was a
guy in his late 20s with the same idea.
	"Like a hand with that?" he asked.
	"Sure," I replied, surprised at how quickly I agreed.
I headed over to his stall.
	"Shit," he said when he got a full look at me.
"You're fuckin' huge!"
	"No shit," I give him a teasing flex.
	"And that dick of yours ain't too small either."
	"Look pal," I said stepping closer toward him. The
look of terror in his eyes must have made him glad he
was sitting on a toilet. "I don't have a dick. This is
a full-sized man-cock." I waved Lil Me in front of his
face.
	"OK, OK, I'm sorry Conan. I didn't mean anything by
it--"
	Conan? That was a new one. I let my defenses down a
bit and even granted him a smile. He told me to go
back to the other stall and stick my 'man-cock'
through the hole. Immediately I felt a warm, wet
sensation on my cock-head. The guy's mouth was bobbing
up and down the shaft so fast he caught me off-guard.
The novelty of getting blown like this in a public
place only added to the pleasure. I grabbed the top of
the stall and tensed. The veins in the 17 and a half
inchers popped up and the guns bulged as I bent my
knees. I watched them in all their pumped, proud glory
getting as much a work out as Lil Me. I soon shot a
volley of sweet cream done this 'suckers throat. He
must have been surprised that such a young guy was
able to store up that much jizz. He cleaned himself
off while I pulled up my sweats. As I headed out I
gave him a quick most-muscular pose to remember me by.
I left the can to the familiar sounds of moaning
followed by a huge sigh of satisfaction.

	I thought it best to be a bit more discreet for the
remainder of the trip. I pulled on a sweatshirt in
order not to be distracted further. I was already
late, but so what? What's the little wimp gonna do?
Cancel the session? His loss. Not pay me? I don't
think so.
	I arrived at the studio only 15 minutes late. I
strode into the outer office and found it vacant. I
ventured into the back and looked around. I called out
until I heard a voice announce; "back here."
I followed the voice until I came upon a back studio
already set up with lights and backdrop. I found no
sign of the photographer but did see a familiar face
rush up to greet me.
	"Hey, Ben. You're here, great."
	"Hi Sean, how ya doin'?" I held him out at arm's
length and gave him a good look. "Shit kid, you've put
on some more size."
	His eyes lit up. "Really? Ya think so?"
	I placed my hand on his upper arm and squeezed. "Hey,
that's gotten bigger. Let's see it."
	Sean dutifully flexed his right arm. His biceps
formed into an almost perfect shaped ball of muscle.
	"Shit man, lookit that thing." I regarded his bicep
from all sides. "What's it tapin' now?"
	"16" Sean declared proudly.
	"No fuckin' way, man. That's awesome." It was true. I
was pleased with the way my project Randy was
progressing but he was no where near the size of Sean.
He had been a favorite at the Contest; a compact
little 15 year old with some man-sized muscle. The
audience was blown away by his size and confidence and
the judges were so impressed they'd awarded him a
special prize. It'd been only about six weeks since
the Contest but Sean, like me, had managed to get even
bigger.
	"How 'bout you?" Sean asked.
	I was about to remove my 'Paybacks Are A Bitch'
sweatshirt when a tall, reedy man appeared at the door
examining a camera.
	"You must be Ben," he held out a long, bony hand.
"I'm Lars. I hope you remember me."
	"How ya doin'?" I said. I knew Lars could never
withstand even my most mild bone-crushing handshake so
I went easy on him; but I still made him wince. He
wore a pinkish mohair sweater and an ill-fitting
toupee, brown on top but gray on the sides. His thin,
bony neck looked as if it wasn't even able to hold the
glasses dangling around it from a silver chain. His
skinny legs were covered by black designer jeans and
he wore black slippers with white socks. I couldn't
recall what he was wearing when I met him at the
Contest, but my guess was that if it was anything like
this he would've never gotten backstage.
	"I asked Sean to come along too. I hope that's all
right."
	"No problem."
	. "I think we should get started." Lars said. "Maybe
Ben, if you'd like to get ready--"
	Being the exhibitionist I am I slowly began removing
my sweatshirt. When I had it up over my head I heard
Lars gasp. I tossed it aside and made my pecs bounce
and dance at my command.
	"Oh my--" Lars swallowed. "M-maybe you both might want
to use those things over there to helped get pumped
up."
	"Dumbbell," I said, making Sean snicker.
	"Excuse me?" Lars said.
	"I said, they're called dumbbells, not those things."
I then looked back at Sean and whispered "dumbbell"
and once again he snickered.
	It seemed odd that Lars would know the expression
'pumped up' but not know the correct term for
dumbbells. We both picked up two 20 pounders and
started curling. They weren't very heavy but they were
sufficient enough to reawaken my pump. Lars pretended
to be fiddling with the camera but I speculated he may
be fiddling with something more private.  When he had
finished he instructed us to go into the adjacent
studio until he was ready.
	This back room was quite the shrine. The walls were
adorned with pictures of teen boys in various poses.
None were nude, thank God, but some were pretty young,
bordering on kiddie porn. Some of the boys flexed
pipe-stem arms and shallow chests while others smiled
provocatively. One shot was especially impressive. It
was a kid who looked no older than 14 flexing a very
big biceps. I pointed this out to Sean.
	"Looks like this kid has you beat."
	Sean flexed his newly acquired 16 inch arm and
proclaimed; "I'd kick his ass."
	Lars appeared at the door and directed us back into
the other studio.
	"You take all these?"
	"Most of them. My partner took some too."
	I didn't want to know what type of 'partner' he was
referring to so I just grunted and headed into the
main studio.
 	'OK, if you don't mind I'd like to get some shots of
Sean first."
	Sean kicked off his Nike Airs and pulled off his
jeans. He's only about 5'4" and his short legs were
packed with muscle. He's already in his posing trunks
so he removes his t-shirt and stands in between the
two lights.
	"Your skin is very pale Sean," Lars says. "How about
I apply some quick tan?"
	"I'll do it," I said, much to Sean's relief.
	I put on a pair of rubber gloves and begin applying
the tan. I instruct him; 'double biceps'. He hits the
pose and I spread the lotion over his arms and
shoulders.
	"Lookit the size of you. Shit, if I was this big at
your age I'd be fuckin' everything in sight."
	As I move on to his back I tell him of how I was a
fat kid at his age and had only been into serious
bodybuilding the last two years. He found it hard to
believe that I was able to transform myself into this
incredible shape in such a short time. I apply the tan
to his legs, careful not to get too close to the
crotch area. I try not to notice that Sean now has a
visible hard-on forming in his trunks.
	"All done."
	I watch as Lars puts Sean through a series of poses;
double biceps, abdominal and thigh, side chest, lat
spread. His posing has also improved greatly since the
Contest. I think of Randy and what he was yet to
aspire to. At the end of his session I approach Sean,
shake his hand and congratulate him. I suggest a shot
of him flexing his 16 inch right arm and me regarding
it in disbelieve. Lars is all for this and the shot's
taken. I'm really amazed at the size of this kid. I
speculate how much bigger I'd have been if I started
working out at his age.
	Now it was my turn. I kick off my high top Adidas and
wriggle out of the sweats. I too had already changed
into my trunks and was ready to go. I'd spent a good
deal of time showing off this bod at the beach already
so I thought I was tanned enough. Lars concluded
otherwise.
	"You're still not dark enough Ben. It won't show you
to your best advantage"
	I reluctantly agree to have lotion applied. This time
Sean volunteered. Unfortunately, he wasn't very
skilled at this. He applied the lotion haphazard,
leaving streaks and little blotches all over my back.
	"Here, I'll do it," Lars said, feigning disinterest.
	I hand him the bottle and give Sean a 'thanks anyway'
smile.
	"Can you go like this?" Lars asked, imitating a very
bad double biceps.
	Again I hear him gasp as he oils up my bulging,
rock-solid arms. He's taking a longer and much slower
time than I wanted.
	"Getting a good feel there?"
	Lars appears flustered and moves onto my back. Again
another gasp as I give him an up close lat spread. "My
God. Do you show movies on there?" He asked, as if I'd
never heard that before.
	"Yeah. How 'bout one called 'Kickin' the Slow
Photographer's Ass'" He picked up the pace
immediately.
	He moved quickly over the back of my legs and calves,
pausing briefly to get an extra squeeze from my leg
biceps. I warned him to be extra careful when doing my
quads. He was shaking a bit as he did, using that as
an excuse when his hand 'accidentally' brushed my
crotch.
He had the same terror-stricken, shit-your-pants look
as the guy in the rest area can but this time I sensed
Lars was really getting off on this. I grabbed the
front of his mohair sweater and lifted him off his
feet.
	"Look, Princess, this wasn't part of the deal."
Although I suspected that it was.
	"I'm sorry. It was an accident--"
	As I held him up I glanced over at my arm. My biceps
was huge and ripped, just like it had been in the rest
stop washroom. Lars was now sporting a very noticeable
hard-on and looked at me with pure lust. I put him
down and ordered him to get the camera.
	"Let's get this over with."  I began hitting various
poses in rapid succession. Lars was still shaking as
he snapped picture after picture. "Lookit those guns.
Ever seen biceps like that? Here Little Man, get a
load of that chest." I bounce my pecs then grab his
head and rub in under my arm-pit. " Smell that fucker;
real muscle sweat. Like that, huh?"  Lars nodded. "Get
a shot of this back. You wanna show a movie on this?"
I begin picking up the pace, my voice rising as I hit
pose after mind-boggling pose. I hit a single biceps
pose, stare at it and order him to get some close-up
shots. "Lookit that thing, man. Lookit the size of it!
Think about the strength and power in those things.
Think of what I could do to you. Think of how I could
break your fuckin' spine with this. Think of how I
could wrap this fucker around your little chicken neck
and squeeze the life outta ya. You wanna have a 17
year old muscleboy give you something you'll never
forget?" I was going crazy, I didn't know what I was
saying, all I knew is that Lars, and now me were
getting turned on by this aggressive behaviour. Sean
now stands beside me and begins posing as well.
	"Lookit the size of this kid! Lookit him. 15 years
old and he's three times as strong as you." Sean
flexes his biceps. I grab it roughly. "Lookit that
thing." I grab Lars hand and place it on Sean's bi.
"Feel that power. Feel this kid's strength." Lars
began squeezing Sean's biceps before running his hand
down his chest and abs.
	By now I'm in a complete frenzy. I pull down my
posing trunks and wave Lil Me in front of Lars. "This
is what ya want, isn't it?" He nods as I place both
hands on his scrawny shoulders and force him to his
knees. Sean gets caught up in the display and pulls
his trunks down. At once Lars is devouring my cock,
running his mouth and tongue furiously up and down the
shaft. I pull him off me and tell him "now him." He
immediately begins doing Sean, now moaning in sweet
ecstasy. Both of us begin flexing and showing off for
one another. I run my hands down his chest while he
runs his across my shoulders. Lars is now furiously
bobbing back and forth between the two of us, sucking
one while running his small, manicured hand over the
other. I'd pull him roughly off me and give him to
Sean who was just as rough returning the favor. He
squeezes the 17 and a half arms and is astounded by
their size and power. I was close so I closed my eyes
and pinched my nipples as hard as I could. I began
twisting them, rubbing them raw until a familiar gush
began working its way from my balls up my cock.
	"I'm gonna blow," I grab Lars' head from Sean's cock
and attach him to mine. As soon as his mouth connects,
I spew muscleboy cum all over his mouth and face.
"Lick it boy. Take it like a man."
	Lars opens his mouth but there's too much for him to
take. Some of the spunk lands on the floor near Sean's
feet.
	By now Sean is completely aroused by this show and
announces he too is gonna blow. Without hesitation
Lars attaches his waiting mouth to Sean's cock-head.
With a loud grunt, he shoots his muscleboy seed into
Lars' mouth, face and fake hair.
	"Ya like that Mister Photographer? Ya like having two
awesome muscleteens to work on?"
	Lars just looked up and nodded.
	The exertions of the last few minutes had caused the
tanning oil to run down both Sean's and my body,
making puddles on the studio floor. Both of us stood
sweaty and grimy in front of the hot lights. Lars got
to his feet and switched them off.
	"I need a shower," I said. "Anywhere here to do
that?"
	Lars was still breathing heavily and pointed to
another room in the back.
	"All right. But if we catch you takin' pictures or
spyin' on us, I'll beat the shit outta you." Lars may
have wondered if I was serious before but there was no
doubt he believed me now. He began wiping up the
puddle of sweat and lotion while Sean and I headed for
the showers. There was only one stall so Sean
suggested;
	"Why don't we both use it?"
	It was big enough so I agreed. After all, both of us
shower in front of other guys at school and the gym so
there was no big deal. We even took turns soaping up
and washing the other's back. I don't know why, it had
never happened before but being in this close
proximity with someone with such an incredible build
at such a young age had an effect on me. Lil Me was
stirring again. I didn't want Sean to notice so I once
again turned my massive movie-screen sized back to
him.
	While we were drying off and dressing I asked Sean if
he was being paid for his 'session.'
	"Uh-huh. $150. What about you?"
	"$225. A dollar a pound."
	Sean began ciphering in his head. "Hey, me too."
	Pretty cheap for two cuts of prime teenage beef,
huh?"
	I now noticed that Sean was again sprouting a boner.
	"Looks like that thing needs another work-out."
	Sean blushed crimson. "It's been a weird day."
	"No shit. C'mon let's get our money and go and eat.
There's an all-you-can-eat place on the way. Gotta
feed the machine"
	"Sounds great. Would you mind givin' me a ride home?"
	"No problem. Have you ever heard about that rest area
about 20 miles from here?.


	Hope you enjoyed this latest installment. Big Ben
will return pending reader response. Thanks to all who
have voiced their support for the previous
installments. If you have any comments or constructive
criticism please contact me at Scottw83@hotmail.com