Date: Fri, 25 May 2012 05:19:12 -0700
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: I'm an Adonis - Part 3

Okay, so Chris and I became friends.  Yeah, yeah, I know.  It wasn't
supposed to be that way.  Looking the way I do, an absolutely spectacular
Adonis with a body and face that people can only dream about, and with
everybody around me kowtowing and drooling over me all the time, I didn't
figure I needed any friends.  Besides, when you look like me, you're
overwhelmed with ass-kissers that drive you crazy while they're all trying
to be your best friend.  What you end up doing is keeping everybody at
arm's length.  But Chris was such a nice guy, and right from the beginning
he fell madly in love with my cock.  He is absolutely cock crazy.  I have
to hold him back all the damn time because he can't keep his eyes and hands
and mouth off of me.  Hell, I've got plenty of guys around wanting to
service me, but Chris is as good or better than any of them, and none of
them are quite as aggressive and dedicated to my cock as he is

But Chris and I, living next door to each other, going to the same school
and with mostly the same interests in body building and stuff, it made
sense that we'd be friends and do things together.  And with Chris it
wasn't a matter of him being available for a hot fuck whenever I wanted it,
but just the opposite.  He was always, always, always ready with his mouth
hanging open or his legs spread wide just waiting for the least sign from
me that he could get back on my big prick.  I mean, he is something else!
For god's sake, in the first two days after we met I fucked him twice and
he blew me three times.  He was insatiable.

I admit, seeing hunky Chris on his knees with my cock in his mouth drove me
crazy with lust because he was such a hunk.  And having him worshiping my
muscles every minute of the day was an incredible turn on too.  He was
exactly what I'd been looking for after I lost my cock sucking muscle boy
Terry.

I had him join me in front of the mirrors in my bedroom occasionally and
loved seeing him standing beside me.
 Mr. Muscle stud and his hunky sidekick.  Me with jet black hair and brown,
almost black eyes and very dark bronze suntan, and him with blond hair
green eyes with the beginning of a gorgeous golden brown tan.  Me, with my
enormous muscles; I make him look almost puny.  But on second glance you
can see that he's a knockout as well.  He'd been working out for a couple
years and is really built; chest, shoulders, arms, thighs; you name it, he
was muscular with really impressive cuts.  Of course he was only about half
my size since he only weighed about 160 pounds or so; more than fifty
pounds less than me.  I was 6'2" but he was only 5'7".  But let me tell you
we made a pretty picture.

I mean, here we are lying on the grass on our beach towels in my back yard
and he's got his hand constantly moving over my muscles.  He just can't
keep his hands away from me.  And although he'd already blown me once this
morning, I swear to god he's literally licking his lips in anticipation of
getting my permission to do it again.  This kid is really wild.

And on top of that, he is also a muscle freak.  Several times now he'd
spent almost a whole day licking my muscles.  He'd rub oil all over me in
the morning and spend hours licking it off, and then after my workout he'd
lick the sweat off as well.  And damned if he wouldn't want to do the oil
thing again later in the afternoon.

Right now he was just rubbing his hand from my chest to my abs and back
again, occasionally tweaking my tits.  I'd just cum down his throat so I
wasn't horny, but Chris' hard-on was making a big lump on his red speedo
because I hadn't let him cum yet.  I figured that I'd fuck him again later
on and allow him to jerk off.  But horny or not, having him feel me up was
a real turn-on.

"So who is this other guy I saw at your house the other day?"  I asked him.
"It must be your brother finally.  Short and blond like you but kinda slim;
but really good looking.  A real knockout in fact."

"Forget it Brett.  I've told you again and again I don't want to talk about
it."

"Yeah, you've told me a dozen times you don't want to fuckin talk about it.
And I'm sick of hearing you say that.  Now, who the fuck is he" I growled
at him.  Every time I mentioned his dad or his brother he clammed up and I
really was tired of it.

"Well, first of all you've got to be kidding about the `real knockout'"
Chris laughed.  "That's my dad."

"Your dad?  No fuckin way."

"Yeah that's my dad" Chris laughed again.  "You think he's good looking?
Do you really?  Jesus, Brett, he's old.  He's over thirty."

"Well I'll be damned" I answered.  "He almost looks like a kid.  I don't
think I've ever been turned on to anybody that old before.  He looks kind
of skinny but he's very handsome.  You said you'd been fucked before.  Was
he the one?"

"No way man.  My dad?  That's a laugh.  My dad couldn't fuck his way out of
a paper bag.  He's a total wimp."

"Honest to god?  Is he really?  But he looks kinda hot and I could almost
make a play for him, even if he is old."

"Brett, come on.  Don't say that.  He's my dad and he's a fuckin pansy.  I
just ignore him and so should you."

"Well, you said somebody fucked you, so who was it?"

"Brett, that's a long, long story, and I'd rather not talk about it."

"Well, I like long stories, and if it's got something to do with your hunky
old man I want to hear it.  Does it?"

"Well, I suppose it does and that's what turned him into such a wuss.  I
just don't respect him anymore.  In fact I don't pay much attention to him
at all."

"But he's your dad.  You gotta live together."

"Yeah...  Well, he doesn't tell me what to do, and I don't give him any
shit.  We manage."

"Jesus Chris, you've really got me curious now.  Come on, tell me.  And
where is this brother you're supposed to have?"

"That's why the story is so complicated: my so called brother."

"Huh?"

"He's not really my brother.  He's actually my cousin but we call him my
brother."

"How's that?"

"Okay, look.  It's this way" he said.  "My mother's older sister, I guess
she was my aunt, was a real drug addict and died of an overdose when Jock
was three or four years old so my Mom took him in.  She was just a kid
herself at the time and had just got married and I was just a couple months
away from popping out of her oven.  It was supposed to be temporary so
somehow my folks never got around to adopting him.  We've lived together
all these years but he has a different last name.  Jock's last name is
Ricci because his dad was Italian.  At least that's what it says on the
birth certificate.  And I swear to god, that was what my mom's druggie
sister called him: Jock.  It's not a nickname.  And his middle name was
Strong.  Jock Strong Ricci.  But if she only knew, she couldn't have been
more right because he turned out to be one hell of a `Strong Jock'."

"So he's what, four years older than you?" I said.

"Yeah, something like that."

"So, where is he?"

"You better be happy he's not here because he's an absolute nightmare.
Right now he's in summer training for college football, so thank god I
haven't seen him all summer."

"You still haven't told me who fucked you.  Was it him?"

"Brett, you've got to understand.  Jock has been my worst nightmare ever
since I was a kid.  For one thing, he's always been big.  Really big.  Huge
actually.  Right now he's on scholarship with Orchard University and plays
center on the football team.  And he's 6'5" tall."

"Six foot five?  Wow, he is tall."

"You don't know the half of it.  He weighs over three hundred pounds, and
every ounce of it is muscle.  He's on campus right now working out in their
weight room to make himself even stronger."

"Jesus, that's incredible.  Over three hundred pounds of muscle?"

"So, you want to know who fucked me?  Well, now you know."

"Okay, okay, okay, so I don't want to meet your brother.  I damn well don't
want to mess with any degenerate who outweighs me by a hundred pounds.  But
I still want to hear the story.  Why'd he fuck you and why is your dad a
wimp?"

"I can tell you why he fucked me.  He fucked me because he's a bully and a
malignant sadistic son-of-a-bitch.  That's why."

"Wow.  Okay, okay.  So he's evil.  Jesus.  Now you gotta tell me" I said as
my prick started to perk up.  Hearing about someone who was a sadist was
like an aphrodisiac to me, and really turned me on.  But it's not as if I
was sadistic; no way; I wasn't; that just wasn't my scene.  But being like
a god and a near perfect specimen, and since everybody, and I mean
everybody lusted after me, my expectations were always very high and I
might have come across sometimes as overly harsh.  I loved dominating guys
and I loved my sex hot and hard, so if my fuck boys ended up with a sore
throat or a sore ass and a bruise or two, that was just accidental.  I
didn't intentionally hurt them so if they got battered and knocked around a
bit, it was just because I sometimes got carried away during a hot session
of getting my rocks off.  I was never deliberately abusive, but it just
happened sometimes when my big wanger got hard and hot and impassioned, I
would sometimes just lose-it.  But hell, the guys I picked to fuck were so
excited about me even noticing them that they were happy to take a little
roughing up.  They expected it, and I swear to god they liked it.  And I
have to say, they were fuckin lucky to get a piece of me under any
circumstances, bruises or no bruises.

 "Okay, tell me everything" I said as I turned on my side with chin in hand
to look at him.  "Go ahead, tell me."

*********************************

"Well okay Brett.  This is the way it was.  Jock was my mom's sister's kid,
and she's always doted on him.  Her standard comment has always been `my
sister depended on me and I'm going to do right by him'.  So when he got
into trouble in like the sixth grade she sent him off the military school.
That was like eight years ago and I seldom saw him after that except on
holidays.  Even in the summer he was always visiting his real dad or other
family members or going to football camp or something.

"But let me tell you a little about my mom.  She absolutely doted on Jock
and seemed to think he was God's gift to the human race, but never seemed
to notice that I was around.  It didn't help that he was always a big
muscle boy, very good looking, and very popular.  I think he was president
of every club and every sports team he ever joined.  And until I started
working out I was a kind of a wimpy kid, and until I got my contacts I had
big horn-rimmed glasses too.  I looked like a nerd.  So there was no
question I was low on the totem pole with my mom.

"She was a high level executive with a cosmetics company and was always
traveling.  I mean always.  She spent more time in Paris that she did at
home. My dad even joked a couple times that he couldn't remember what she
looked like.  And even when she was around they didn't get along very well.
She was a tyrant with a temper and he was heavily henpecked.  He and I both
learned to keep out of her way when she was home, and besides, she visited
Jock at military school more often than she visited me and my dad at home.

So she wasn't around that summer two years ago when Jock came home from
military school.  I guess I was about thirteen and he must have been
seventeen.  Evidently he spent his whole life in the weight room because
every time I saw him he had packed on more muscle and was becoming even
more of a giant.  The trouble started on the very first day he was home for
the summer when he came into my bedroom.  Dad was out somewhere drinking
with his buddies so just the two of us were home.

"Hey brother, I've got a proposition for you" he said as he sat on my bed.
I turned from my computer, rather startled because he'd hardly said two
words to me the last couple times he'd been home.  I saw he was ready for
bed and wearing only his underwear, the same as me.  I already told you he
was huge; massive is the word; about 250 pounds of gigantic rock hard
muscle at the time.  I mean, you could have set a coffee cup on that huge
shelf of his pectoral muscles.  His arms must have been nineteen inches and
his thighs; well... his thighs... they were... they were just massive.

I think I'd just gone through puberty that year because when I saw him
sitting there on my bed in just his shorts with all those incredible
muscles showing my jaw dropped down in shock and my cock got hard in a
millisecond.  Hell, anybody'd get hard seeing a physically perfect behemoth
like that.  But, to tell the truth, I already had an inkling that I might
have been more interested in boys than girls.  There were a couple guys in
my gym class that caused me to get hard when I saw them getting dressed.
Girls never did that to me, even naked ones on the internet.  But Jock.
I'd certainly never thought of him in a sexual way before but Christ, he
was hot.  He was way, way hot!

"Here's the scoop kid" he said.  "My two roommates and their buddies got in
the habit of giving me blow jobs whenever I wanted this past year and
you're going to take their place this summer."  He said it calmly with a
slight smile as if he was talking about the weather.  "You ever blow
anybody before?"

"Ahhh... wha...?  Wha...?" I answered, totally shocked.  "What did you
say?"

"Yeah, I didn't think so" he said, very calmly again, "but that's okay, you
gotta start sometime.  We'll start now.  Come here" he ordered.

"Jock.  Ahhh...  hey.  Ahhh... " I mumbled totally flabbergasted.

"I said get over here" he growled.  I was still in shock and it hadn't
really sunk into me what he was saying.

 "Jock... ahhh,.. what are you talking about?"  Without another word he got
up, stepped over to me and grabbing my hair with one hand, gave me an open
handed slap to the face with the other.


"Yeeeaaaaaoooh" I screamed as he damn near took the skin right off my face.
If he hadn't been holding on to my hair I would have been knocked
completely off the chair and half way across the room.  With a jerk, he
pulled me to the floor onto my knees, and casually walked back to the bed
dragging me along

"Okay, let's get you started" he said as he pulled my face into his cotton
covered crotch.  Grabbing my head like a basketball with his enormous hand
he started moving my face up and down against his cotton covered cock.  I
had no experience with anybody's cock except for my own and what I'd seen
in the showers at school, but right now I could tell the one crammed
against my nose was a hell of a lot bigger, even though it was still soft.

I yelled for him to stop and tried with all my strength to push away from
him, but he didn't even seem to notice as he held my head and continued
massaging his growing cock with my face. "You're going to find out I don't
have a lot of patience Chris" he said softly "so you're going to have to
learn that you're going to do what I want whenever I want.  And you're
going to learn that tonight."  I was pushing so hard against him that when
he let go of my head I went flying backwards onto the floor banging my
head.  Jock got down and put a knee on my stomach forcing a `wooof' out of
me.  Grabbing my hands, he pulled them above my head and just held them
there with one big paw around my wrists.  Then he grabbed my throat with
the other hand and started squeezing.

"Okay Chris.  Let's see how quickly I can teach you to listen and obey" he
said as he squeezed my throat.  "Are you listening?"  I was trying my
damndest to get my hands free but it seemed to take no effort at all for
him to hold them above my head with one hand.  "Are you listening Chris?"

"Uggggh" I choked as he was almost crushing my larynx.

"Okay, I think you're listening" he said grinning down at me.  "Good boy.
Now relax your arms.  Stop trying to get away.  Do it boy.  Do it."  The
pain in my throat was so intense that it was difficult to focus on what he
was saying, but I finally understood and relaxed my arms.  "Good boy Chris.
Good boy."  He was really beaming down at me, obviously having a great
time.  "Now I'm going to let go of you, but you are not to move.  You hear
me Chris?  You don't move.  Answer me."

My face must have been beet red and I couldn't breathe and was nearing
unconsciousness but I was finally able to nod my head slightly.  Chris let
go and got up.  I just lay there gasping for breath with my hands grabbing
my aching neck.

"Oh shit" I gasped, as I slowly began to come back to my senses.

"Okay now, get on your knees" he said.  I was still trying to recover and
get my breath back so I just looked at him.  "NOW" he yelled at me.  And I
jumped and got on my knees.

"Now I'm going to tell you some things and you're going to answer `yes
sir'.  Got it?"  When I didn't answer immediately he reached forward and
gave me a sledgehammer blow to the chest knocking me over backwards.  "I
said, got it?"  Now I started crying and was really afraid.  It was finally
sinking into me that he could really hurt me if he wanted to.  And he
seemed to want to.

"Please Jock.  Please don't" I pleaded through my tears.  Jock got up,
grabbed me by the neck, jerked me back to my knees, and slammed me in the
chest again.

"You will answer `yes sir' little boy" he growled at me.  "Now say it."

"Yes sir Jock.  Yes sir" I cried.  He let go of me and sat on the bed again
just grinning at me while I sat crying in front of him.

"Good boy" he said.  "Now you're going to be my fuck boy for the next
couple weeks.  Got it?"

"Jock.  Please..." I started to say.

"SAY YES SIR" he screamed at me as he reached forward to slug me.

"Yes sir.  Yes sir" I yelled crying even harder.  "Please Jock.  Yes sir."
He didn't slug me but just grabbed a handful of hair and gave it a hell of
a jerk.  I yelled because that hurt almost as much as getting slammed in
the chest by him.

"You're going to be my fuck boy for the next couple weeks" he repeated as
he held onto my hair.  "And you're going to do whatever I want you to do.
Got it?"

"Yes sir Jock.  Yes sir" I answered as I looked into his face and saw his
grin.  I couldn't believe that he could look so calm and collected as he
worked me over.  He was acting like he was already bored with stomping me
and wasn't at all excited because this seemed to be some normal drudgery
that he had to go through to a new fuck boy into the fight frame of mind.

"Good boy.  You're getting there" he said.  "Now, repeat after me.  `I want
to be your fuck boy'."

"Ahhh... yes sir.  Ahhh..."  He gave my hair another jerk.

"Say it" he ordered.

"I want to be your fuck boy" I said, finally understanding that I must do
exactly what he wanted.  Exactly. It was pretty clear now that he was going
to beat me to a pulp if I didn't.

"Okay, that's a good start, now stop that damn crying" he said as he pulled
my face back into his crotch.  "Put your hands behind your back" he ordered
and that's what I did.  "Now kiss my prick" he said.

I'd never kissed a guy's prick before; hell I'd never done anything sexual
before, but now I was really afraid and knew I had to do what he told me.
I gave his still soft cock a kiss through the underwear.

"Atta boy" he said.  "Do it some more.  Get me hard."  So I kissed his cock
as he maneuvered my head and jammed my nose against it with his hold on my
hair.  His cock was already bigger than when we started but now it was
really growing.  There was no doubt Jock had a big one.  Then he roughly
jerked my head back so I was looking straight up into his face.

"You're one lucky little shit baby brother" he said giving me a big smile
"but you're going to have to learn how to serve me really quick.  I've got
so many guys at school wanting to submit to me that I have to trade off
every day to try to keep them all satisfied.  But now it's just you.  They
all learned to do me just the way I like and you're going to learn that
too.  Right now."  He laughed when he said this.  "Yeah, you're going to
learn that I like it rough.  Now pull my shorts down."  He let go of my
hair and stood up in front of me and waited.

Hell, I knew I didn't have any choice.  Mom was never around, and Dad was
out for the evening, so unless I wanted to get seriously battered I had to
do what he wanted.  I grabbed his shorts and pulled them down and watched
as his enormous prick slapped up against his rippled abs.  And it was
enormous; way, way bigger than my six inch dick.  Jock put his hand behind
my head and pulled me in.

"Lick it baby.  Up and down the shaft.  Anytime you see my prick you start
by licking it."  And I licked and guess what?  It wasn't so bad.  Actually,
it was exciting.  It was erotic and I actually got chills up my spine and I
could feel myself getting hard.

"Oh shit I'm hot already" he said as I licked.  "Training a new pussy is
always a kick and you being my little brother is making it really hot.  Now
don't fuck it up by copping out on me."  Still holding onto my head like a
basketball, Jock jerked me back and stuck all four fingers of his other
hand into my mouth.  "Suck it bitch" he ordered.  "Show me you can suck."
So what the hell could I do?  The fingers were already in my mouth.  Of
course I sucked on `em.  He was holding my head back so I had to look up
and see the big grin on his face.

"Now the real thing" he said as he grabbed his cock, took aim, and pushed
it into my mouth.  Shit, I could barely get my mouth around it as he pushed
it in deep.  I instantly choked and gagged but he pulled it back out
immediately.  But giving me time for only one deep breath, he pushed back
in.  Again I gagged so he pulled out and then pushed in once more.  When I
gagged this time he pulled back, but not quite all the way.  My mouth was
full of cock and snot was coming from my nose and I was choking but at
least I was able to breathe.  "You'll learn babe" he said, looking down and
laughing at my convulsions.  "Oh yeah, you'll learn."  Then he pulled all
the way out again, leaving me gasping but finally giving me a chance to get
my breath back.  "It's okay babe" he said, still laughing "I've trained
lots of cocksuckers and before you know it you're going to be swallowing me
whole and loving it."

"Now suck on it" he ordered as he forced three or four inches back into my
mouth.  "Come on, suck."  And I sucked.  You bet I sucked.  Right now if
he'd said to jump off a cliff, I'da jumped off a cliff.

I was trying to suck on it, and since he wasn't forcing me at the moment, I
was finally getting a feel for what I had to do.  I didn't mind the feel of
the cock, kinda hard but spongy, but it was just so damn big.  It filled my
mouth.  Actually, I think I kind of liked it and from what I seen and read
on the internet this was a really big one and all the guys seemed to be
wild about big ones.  So if I had to suck a cock it might as well be a
phenomenal one for my first time.  I developed lots of saliva, swirling my
tongue around the monster, and really got with the program and sucked up a
storm.

Jock seemed to be satisfied because he didn't do anything for several
minutes except look down at me and chuckle as I sucked and started moving
my head to try to simulate a jacking motion.

"Look at me" he ordered and I looked up at him as I continued sucking.
Hacking up a big wad of spit he let it drop on my face hitting me right
between the eyes.  Then he grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head
back and gave me a stinging blow to the cheek.

"Yeeeaaaoooh" I screamed and looked at him in shock.  I thought I was doing
what he wanted.  Then he switched hands and gave me a blow to the other
cheek.  As came clear to me later, I was beginning to understand that Jock
was a true sadist.  He not only wanted to fuck and/or rape his victims, he
also wanted to degrade them and torture them.  He wanted to make his
cocksuckers suffer while they serviced him.

After slamming me twice he pushed his cock back into my mouth.  "Now suck
on it" he snarled at me.  "Put some energy into it you little fucker."  And
now I was frantic.  I closed my eyes and tried to focus on what it would
take to satisfy him.  I grabbed his cock with both hands to try to help but
he slapped them away.  "Put your god damn hands down" he ordered.

Then he grabbed my head with both hands and started fucking my face.  He
didn't actually drive it into my gullet but each thrust rammed right up
against the back of my throat.  I choked each time and was desperately
trying to breathe as he rammed into me relentlessly.  Then he yanked my
head back viciously with one hand, almost pulling my hair out, and grabbed
his cock with his other and started jerking it violently.

"Fuuuuuccccck" he yelled as he fired his first shot of cum directly into my
right eye.  In the throes of his ejaculation with his hand still holding my
hair, he was jerking me back and forth as he aimed and shot every blast of
cum into my face; getting me in the eyes, on my chin, both cheeks, my
forehead, and even into my mouth.  And as he fired his last shot he let go
of my hair and slugged me in the face, this time with his fist, and sent me
flying.  Then he picked up his underwear and walked out of the room leaving
me there crying on the floor.

He was a true sadist.  There was no doubt that he liked beating people up
while he fucked them.

I cried myself to sleep that night and woke up the next morning with a
black eye and bright red splotches on both cheeks and purple bruises on my
chest.  Of course I told my dad about it before he went to work and he said
he'd take care of it.  I was shocked that he seemed to think it was just
roughhousing between boys and wasn't all that serious.  Hell I was only
thirteen and Jock outweighed me by a hundred and fifty pounds and had just
beat the hell out of me and fucked me.  What could be more serious than
that?

I stayed in my room all day, keeping away from Jock at all costs, and
didn't even go down and join them for dinner.  Along about bed time as I
was cruising the internet my door opened and Jock walked in wearing just
his underwear again.  I looked over at him, totally shocked and terrified,
as he sat on my bed.

"Come here" he ordered.

"J-J-J-Jock... I t-t-told dad" I stuttered.  "He s-s-said you had to leave
me alone."

"I said `come here'" he repeated.

"N-n-n-no J-J-J-Jock.  Dad's downstairs and I'm g-g-going to tell him."

"Take those pj's off.  I hate pj's" he said as he got up and went to the
door.  "I'll be right back."  And he walked out of the room.  I thought I
would run down and tell Dad but when I stuck my head out the door I saw
that Jock was already heading downstairs.  So I waited.

About twenty minutes later my door opened and Jock came back in.  "I told
you to get rid of those pj's" he growled at me.  "Now get `em off and get
over here."  I didn't know what was going on, but it was obvious that dad
was not going to come to my rescue.  I took off my pajamas and got on my
knees in front of him.

That's the first night he not only spanked me, but fucked me.  That was the
first night of many.  The next morning dad refused to discuss my problem
and said that was something between me and my brother.  I noticed he had a
cut lip and a bruise on his cheek.  Obviously Jock had knocked him around
until he saw the light.

After that Jock used me every night, and he enjoyed hurting me.  Seldom did
I come out of a session without new bruises.  Believe it or not, I admired
his strength and his muscles and his big cock, and I learned to not only
fear, but to respect his total dominance over me.  I mean, I told you I
already knew I was gay and the idea of getting fucked by a muscle man was
everybody's favorite wet dream, but even after I got used to him fucking my
face or my ass it was never enjoyable.  He was always rougher than hell and
only interested in his own pleasure and was never satisfied unless he was
hurting me.  In fact if he had the slightest inkling that I might be
enjoying it he would start slugging me or something until I screamed for
him to stop.

**************************

"So that Brett is the story of my so called brother and what a bastard he
was; is" Chris said.  "After that every time he came home he fucked me and
I had no choice but to endure it.  So, what do you think of that?" he asked
me.

And I'll tell you what I thought.  I thought that story was hot as hell and
my cock was trying to burst its way out of my speedo.  Half way through the
story I couldn't help but to start groping myself, and now I was leaking
precum by the gallon.  I was hot and bothered and needed to fuck.

"Oh shit man, that was hot" I said.  "You gotta do me Chris."  Chris
actually had a smile on his face as I climbed onto his chest and stuck my
cock in his mouth.  I now understood why he was a muscle freak and a cock
hound since the only sex he'd ever experienced had been getting fucked by a
dominant hunk of muscle with an enormous cock, so of course he was
submissive, and since I was pretty big down there myself and didn't beat
him up when I fucked him, he was really falling for me.

So, it wasn't even noon yet and I already got my second blow job.  And let
me tell you Chris was good.  He was really good.  With all his experience
he was a master at sucking cock.

"So your brother is at the University this summer?" I asked.

"Dad said he was at something called football camp on campus for a couple
weeks and has stayed on to work out" Chris answered.  "I hope to hell he
doesn't show up here at all.  Since he's mom's pet and she's now divorced,
I suppose I'll never see him again.  But who knows.  He never tells us
anything."

"So, what actually happened with Jock and your old man?" I asked as we lay
there soaking up the sun.

 "I don't know Brett.  Neither Jock nor my dad ever said anything about it,
but from that time on dad very seldom talked to him, and never, ever told
him what to do.  Jock liked to talk so at dinner time my dad and I mostly
just listened."

"Do you think Jock fucked him?  Your dad I mean?"

"No Brett, I don't think so.  I think he just slapped him around and told
him to mind his own business.  Jock warned me not to say anything to mom,
and probably told my dad the same thing, so I don't think she ever knew
what was going on.  I doubt she would have cared anyway since Jock was her
little-little?-angel and could do no wrong."

"But your dad is really good looking.  Wasn't Jock interested in him?"

"Brett; I'm not sure Jock's gay.  At the very most he's bisexual.  He
wasn't interested in dad and I don't think he was particularly interested
in me either.  I'm damn sure he was just using me as a convenient hole to
stick his prick into.  He had boyfriends and girlfriends who I know he was
fucking because in a couple cases I actually saw their bruises the next
day.  I swear that's true.  I wasn't the only one he abused.  And it didn't
seem to make much difference to him whether it was a guy or a girl as long
as he could get his rocks off.  But lucky for me, most times after he had
one of those dates he'd just go to bed and not bother me"

"Okay, so let's get back to your old man" I said.  "How old is he?"

"Well, I know he's over thirty" Chris answered.  "I think he's thirty-one."

"That means they got married really young.  Is that right?"

"I guess so" Chris said.  "I know they had a head start on me because I was
born only a month or two after they got married."

"Well, you're fifteen, so that means they got married at fifteen or
sixteen.  That's why he looks so young.  Hell, he looks like a kid."

"Yeah, I know" he said.  "When we signed me up for school, he had to show
his ID because they thought he was my brother."

"Well, I think he's hot.  He doesn't have the muscle that you've got but he
turns me on.  You think he's available?"

"Come on Brett.  He's my dad.  And he's an asshole wimp besides.  During
those years when my mom was never home, he never went out or did anything
except sometimes joining his drinking buddies.  He was either a-sexual or
the most loyal husband on the planet.  And when mom finally left him two
months ago he cried for weeks.  What a fucking baby."

"So, does he date?  Is he into girls?"

"Come on Brett.  Drop it.  I'm sure he's one hundred percent hetero.  And
he's a jerk and I just ignore him, so just forget it."

"I want to fuck him" I said bluntly.  "I want his ass."  Chris actually
yelped in shock, gasped for breath, and then started coughing.

"Fuck man" he squawked.  "What are you saying?"

"Do you care?" I asked.  "Do you care if I fuck him?"

"Brett.  No" Chris said looking shocked.  "No way man."

"No way what?" I said, giving him a grin.  "No way don't do it, or no way
you don't care?"

"Brett" he sputtered.  "He's my dad."

"You want to watch?" I said giving him a devious grin.  "Huh?"

"Oh shit Brett" he answered with a quiver in his voice and then a laugh.
"If you do it, I definitely want to watch.  But he ain't your type at all."

"He looks pretty damn fuckable to me" I said.  "Pretty face and nice ass;
looks good for a quickie.  Besides, it really turns me on that some guy
that old turns me on.  I mean, yeah, he's old but he's hot.  I gotta do
him."

"He's still my old man Brett and I think that's what's turning you on.
You're turned on because he's my dad and that's why you want to fuck him.
Just because he's my dad.  But you can't man.  I mean, I don't think you
should do this."

"Well luckily I'm not asking what you think.  I've already decided."  So I
started planned my next escapade.

Chris' dad was a high school math teacher but even though it was summer he
was giving private tennis lessons, as well as coaching the local tennis
team.  But he was home most days at 4:00.  So he was home most evenings.
I'm not one to fuck around once I make a decision so I went over the very
next night.

You already know I'm irrestible to pretty much everybody whether they were
straight or gay.  Hell, I'm gorgeous and I know it and so does everybody
else.  Since Chris told me that his dad had probably been beaten up by his
brother, I figured he was probably intimidated by big guys with muscle.
Hey, I might not be three hundred pounds like Chris' brother Jock, but I've
got more muscle than almost anybody and at 234 I can be pretty
intimidating.  If he was afraid of Jock's big muscles, he was probably
going to be afraid of mine as well.  So I wore a tight wife beater and
tight shorts so every one of my incredible muscles was showing to its best
advantage, including the big muscle between my legs.  Hell, I expected him
to melt at first glance, just like everybody else.

"Well hello Mr. Stater.  Nice to meet you" I said as I shook his hand.  I
didn't try to crush it, but was just firm enough to let him know there was
a lot of muscle behind it.  When I walked into the room he did a
double-take at my muscles, and hardly looked at my face at all.  Most
people looked at my face first and were dumbfounded by my beauty and then
took note of my incredible body.  Even at first glance I could see that he
had a wary look on his face and was worried about my muscle.  He was
undoubtedly comparing me to Jock and hadn't decided whether to fear me or
not.

"Ahhh... hi, ahhh...  Brett" he stuttered.  "Ahhh... ahhh...  you're the
neighbor."

"Yep" I said giving him a big smile and still holding on to his hand,
"that's me.  Chris and I have become good friends.  He's over in my
backyard all the time."

"Yes.  I noticed" he said as he tried to retrieve his hand but I still
wasn't ready to let go.  "I'm ahhh... I'm glad Chris is making friends."
When I finally let go of his hand he was pulling so hard the he had to take
a step backwards and almost flopped back into the chair he'd been siting
it.

"Yeah, we've been getting great sun tans" I said still giving him one of my
glorious breathtaking smiles which I think was wasted on him because he
seemed to be focused on my chest shoulders and arms.  "What do you think?"
I asked as I raised my arms a little, not quite doing a double biceps pose
but flexing all my muscles just the same.  "Pretty cool heh?"  I was
surprised that the guy still wasn't looking at my face but seemed to be
mesmerized by my muscles.  I began to realize why Chris called him a wimp
because he seemed to be terrified of my hunky body.

"Chris is beginning to look super.  Have you noticed?" I gushed.  "With his
workouts and a little sun he looks great.  Show him Chris" I said, turning
to Chris.  "Go ahead.  Show him.  Take your shirt off."

"Ahhh... Brett" Chris mumbled.  "Ahhh... it doesn't matter."

"Come on.  Show him" I said as I reached over, grabbed his t-shirt and
started pulling it up.  Chris gave me a dirty look, but raised his arms so
I could pull the shirt over his head.  "There" I said "doesn't he look
fabulous?"

"Yeah, I guess" Mr. Stater said.  "Chris always looks good."

"Yeah he looks good" I said.  "But since he's had me to emulate he's been
doing a hell of a lot better.  Haven't you Chris?"

"Ahhh... sure Brett.  Ahhh... yeah " Chris answered.

"Just look at this Mr. Stater" I said as I pulled my wife beater up and
off.  "Pretty damn terrific hey?"  Mr. Stater didn't say anything at first.
"Well come on.  What'daya think?  Pretty spectacular hey?" I said as I
stepped into his space, not more than a foot away, and gave him a double
bicep pose.  "You ain't never seen nothin like this."

Since I'd moved in close, Mr. Stater tried to back away but ended up
falling back into his chair instead.  "Ahhh... why don't you boys go
outside and play" he whispered and I could see beads of sweat begin to pop
out on his forehead.

I laughed, and Chris even giggled a little, as I stepped forward actually
touching the chair with my knees and straddling Mr. Stater's legs.
"Sometimes it's a lot more fun playing inside" I said with my most
seductive tone of voice.  "Yeah.  A lot more fun."

"B-B-Brett.  P-P-Please.  D-D-Don't" he stuttered.  "Ahhh... d-d-don't."

 "Stand up Mr. Stater" I swooned.  When he didn't move I reached in,
grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to his feet.  Then taking hold of
the shirt, I ripped it open popping all the buttons.  Then grabbing his
undershirt I ripped it from the collar almost all the way down and then
pushed both shirts over his shoulders.  Unbuckling his belt and opening his
pants I pushed them down so everything fell to the floor.  Mr. Stater
hadn't said a single word and offered no resistance whatsoever as I pushed
him back into the chair and pulled everything down and off his legs leaving
him totally nude except for his socks.  "I like my fuck boys in the nude
Mr. Stater" I whispered in his ear as I pulled him back to his feet.  "You
want to be my fuck boy?  Hmmm?"  He still didn't say anything but tears
were beginning to drip down his cheeks.

Jesus, he was not only a wimp; I think he was catatonic.  I'd never had a
case where a guy didn't at least try to fight back but he didn't do
anything at all.  He was like a rag doll, with no backbone whatsoever, just
waiting for me to do whatever I wanted.

"I don't fuckin believe this shit" I said as I felt my cock begin to wilt.
Me, the Adonis, Mr. hot to trot super stud; for the first time in my life I
was getting turned off when it came time to fuck.  This guy was not only
old, but he seemed paralyzed; totally apathetic; damn near comatose The
funny thing is it didn't seem to be fear; he just seemed to have
temporarily withdrawn from the world.  I'd never seen anything like it.
Looking into his eyes I saw they were kind of glassy and unfocused; he
didn't seem to be looking at anything.  I'm not sure he even saw me
standing there in front of him.

He was whimpering softly and tears were streaming down his cheeks, but that
was it.  No other reaction at all.  I know guys can stick their cocks
anywhere and into almost anything, but this was too much.  This guy was
like dead meat, and there was no way I was gonna be able to keep a hard-on
while trying to fuck him.  And besides it wouldn't be any fun.  Dominating
and controlling and fucking is fun, but necrophilia is definitely not my
thing.

"What the fuck is going on Chris?" I asked in bewilderment.  "Does he
always act like this?"

"I don't know Brett" Chris answered.  "I've never seen him like this
before.  It looks like he's paralyzed with fear."  Chris walked up as I
stepped back.  "Dad, dad, are you okay?"  There was no response.

"I think you'd better put him to bed.  I sure's hell ain't gonna fuck him.
It'd be no better than fucking a cold fish."  Chris took him by the hand
and led him out of the room.  So, what is that phrase: `the best -laid
plans of mice and men'?  I sat down and waited for Chris to come back.

Chris and I had already taken our shirts off, but when he came back into
the living room he was totally nude.  Without a word he walked over and got
on his knees in front of me and looked up smiling.

"You planned all this so you could get back on my cock didn't you?" I said
giving him a big grin.


"How did you guess" he said with a laugh.

"Hell yes you did you son-of-a-bitch" I laughed.  "You told your old man to
act like a zombie so you could keep my cock to yourself, and him being a
good daddy, he agreed.  Yeah, right."

Chris laughed.  "Well, why not?  You know I'd do anything to get at your
cock."

"Yeah, I know" I laughed.  "So how is the old man?"

 "He'll be okay.  He was talking to me" Chris said.  "I guess Jock put such
an incredable fear of god into him that he's terrified of anybody with
muscles.  I think if you'd had more clothes on so he would have had a
chance to admire your pretty face, he might have been okay."

"Yeah, my pretty face" I laughed.

"Hell Brett.  You know everybody falls in love with you at first glance.
You know that."

"Well, yeah, I do know that" I said with a smirk.

"So, I've put my dad to bed" Chris said.  "I'm here, and you're here and
he's not here.  What do we do now?"

Rather than answer I leaned forward, taking his head in both hands, and
started kissing him.  Chris and I had had a lot of practice kissing
recently so we really went at it: me in the chair and Chris on his knees in
front of me.  While we continued the kiss I gradually leaned backwards
pulling Chris up off his knees.  When I was finally sitting all the way
back in the chair Chris was partially standing and leaning over me.

Still holding his head with both hands I slowly pulled his face down to my
chest.  I already knew this was one of Chris' favorite activities, licking
my bulging shelf of pectoral muscle, so I let go of him and let him do his
thing.  And that's what he did; slurping and kissing and licking all over
my pecs and then dragging his nose up and down my cleavage as he licked,
and then finally moving to the other side.  When I raised my arms and put
my hands behind my head he automatically dove into my arm pit, sucking up a
storm and swallowing any and all the sweat that he could find.

I told you Chris was a total muscle freak and loved doing this and there
was nothing that turned me on and got me hard more than having my muscles
worshiped.  Particularly by a hunk like Chris.  He was doing such a
fantastic job that I just let him go at it for like twenty minutes or so.
He would work his way across my chest giving the cleavage and the nipples
extra special attention until he reached an arm pit, and then cram his nose
in tight as he sucked and licked.  Then he'd move back across and do it all
over again on the other side.  I was getting covered with his saliva but
since he was rubbing his nose in it constantly, he was getting more on his
face than on my chest.

Chris was a muscle freak, but he was particularly a pec lover.  He'd suck
on my tits all day if I'd let him, and I figured one of these days I would
let him.  But for now, I was hotter than hell, and wanted to fuck.

"You'd better get it wet before you sit on it babe" I whispered in his ear.
Chris let out a moan as I said that and I felt his cock jerk against my leg
where he'd been humping me.  You think I don't know how to get him excited
and turn him on?

After weeks now of Chris worshiping my muscles, giving incredible blow jobs
and being one hell of a fuck, I'd learned to just let him go at it without
direction because he was so fuckin talented.  I liked to be in control and
direct the action but Chris was so extraordinarily good that I would just
lay back and enjoy his efforts.

"Oh fuck yeah" he murmured through his kissing, and then he very gradually
began to move his kissing from my chest down across my rippling abdominals
aiming for my crotch.  He wasn't in any particular hurry and I wasn't
either since I loved his worship.  He was humming softly to himself in
total ecstasy as he slowly licked and kissed his way back and forth across
each ridge and valley of my abs moving steadily lower and lower.

"Please stand up Brett" he whispered.  I stood up, unfastened my shorts,
and let Chris tug them down over my muscled thighs as I sat back down
again.  Then he went back to my rippling abs, not licking now but just
kissing them over and over again in total adoration.  Then he finally moved
down further into my crotch where he spent a good couple minutes just
licking and combing the hair above my cock as he held the rigid nine inch
pole down with his chin.  He then pushed it back and forth a couple times
with his nose, rubbed his face up and down against it, and then moved down
to my balls.

"Ooooooh shiiiiiit" I moaned; my moans joining in with his soft humming in
a chorus of sensual pleasure.  Both of us getting intense erotic
gratification from doing or receiving the thing we loved best.  Chris was
absolutely driving me mad with his exquisite attention to my every possible
need and desire.  The pleasure of having my body worshiped was so
extraordinary that it was almost torture.

"Baby, baby" I moaned.  "Ohhhh baby."  Chris was now getting to work on my
balls.  He couldn't take them into his mouth, he'd tried previously, but he
could suck on them and lick them and lust over them enough to drive me
crazy and that's exactly what he did.  Finally, I just couldn't stand it
anymore.

"Chris baby, please.  Pleeeease."  Yes I was begging; my eyes were
scrunched closed, my fists were clenched and I could barely stand the
exquisite torment he was putting me through.  "Suck me baby.  Please baby.
Please."  Chris evidently was not ready to stop my excruciating suffering
because when he actually got to my prick he merely licked up and down its'
nine inch length, not giving me the satisfaction of sucking on it yet.

 I was now moving my hips against his face making it difficult for him to
lick, but he still didn't take it in his mouth.  Then I finally screamed at
him.  "Suck me damn it.  Suck me!" I screamed.  Slowly and casually he
finally, finally took the tip in his mouth and started licking it; just the
tip.  As I opened my eyes I saw him looking up watching me squirming in my
throes of passion.  He knew he was driving me totally bat-shit.

He slobbered on it for a couple moments getting it loaded with his saliva,
and then stood up.  Getting on his knees on the chair, straddling me and
getting on my lap, he reached down and lined up my hefty sex tool with his
ass.  Then slowly, very slowly he lowered himself so my cockhead was
pressed against his little pucker.  Then with a quick jerk and a loud groan
he forced the head of my prick into his ass.

"Oh shit" he mumbled as he gasped for breath and groaned.  "You're so
fuckin big."  But big or not he pushed down some more forcing another inch
or two into him.  He wasn't dry because he'd slobbered all over my dick,
but he wasn't well lubed either and he was giving my cock incredibly
sensations of delight.  I was beginning to think he hadn't prepared himself
enough though, because he was really struggling to get me in.

I slid down in the chair some and spread my legs giving him better access
as he forced my massive bludgeon deeper into his ass.  "Ohhhh man" he
mumbled as he started panting like mad trying to adjust to the pain in his
severely stretched ass and I could see he was beginning to sweat.

"Oh yeah baby.  Oh yeah" I moaned as he pulled up just slightly and then
pushed down even harder.  "So fuckin tight."

"Oh shit Brett" he moaned even louder.  "Oh man, oh man.  Please.  Ohhh...
Let me try again."  Then, very gradually, he pulled up all the way allowing
my ramrod to pop completely out of his ass, and he just sat there for a
moment panting madly with sweat dripping down his face.

"Let me help baby" I said as I hacked two wads of spit into my hand and
reaching around and under him, pushed it into his ass.  He'd already opened
himself up so there was no need to try to open him up any more with my
fingers.  All he needed was a little more lubrication so I just pushed one
finger in spreading my saliva around.

 "Now baby" I said.  "Now.  Try again."  Holding on to my cock and giving
aim to Chris' little pucker, I watched his face as he pushed himself down
on my giant dick once more.  No look of pain this time, but just stoic
determination as he slid down completely and bottomed out on my dick.  "Oh
fuck yeah" I moaned.  "That's it baby, that's it.  You're there.  Now fuck
me.  Go."

I knew that Chris was the greatest cock hound in the county because we'd
had really great sex over the past few weeks, but a guy can only be just so
patient, and I was getting tired of his reticence.  As he raised his ass
allowing my cock to slip almost all the way out I reached around and gave
his ass a good hard swat.

"Oooow" Chris yelped.


"Get with it, god damn it" I said roughly although I had a grin on my face
as I said it.  I knew that swat stung; hell I wanted it to sting.  I wanted
him to get going.  "Stop fuckin around."  This seemed to get Chris'
attention as he pushed down hard forcing my dick all the way into him
again.  He immediately pulled up and did it again, ramming down hard.  Then
he started a slow, very slow, motion of raising his ass up and sliding it
back down on my prick.

"Yeah.  That's more like it babe" I crooned.  "Ride my big pecker."  I just
let him go at it for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of his tight hole
swallowing my cock.  "Okay, babe.  That's it.  Now speed it up a little."
Chris did as he was told and started speeding up his bouncing up and down
on my dick.

I liked the idea of Chris submitting himself to me and slavishly setting on
my cock and doing all the work.  I mean, there's nothing more servile than
a guy riding on your dick.  But from my experience I knew that sometimes
the fuckee began to think he was in charge, and that was not anything I
would ever allow.  So even when a guy was groveling and slavishly fucking
himself on my cock I wouldn't let him bring me off that way.  At some point
I would always take over control of the action, and besides, when I was in
command I could be as rough as I wanted.

So, putting my arms around Chris, I stood up with him attached to my dick.
I jerked my hips a couple times ramming my cock into him even deeper, and
then turning around, dropped him into the chair on his back.  Now I started
to fuck!  Hard and fast.  I mean really hard, rocking the chair up off its'
front legs as I plowed into him with a vengeance.

Chris' head was twisted against the back of the chair and he was grunting:
`ow, ow, ow' each time I pounded into him because his head and shoulders
were being mashed against the back cushion.  And now I was there: hot and
hard and in a frenzy as I started grunting like a bull in heat.  "Yeah,
yeah, yeah" I barked as I rammed into him as hard as I could.  Finally I
grabbed him by the hair, gave it one hell of a jerk getting a yelp out of
him, and banged into him one last time.

"Fuuuuck" I screamed as I fired my first shot into his ass.  "Fuuuuck
yeaaah."  Even though I was yanking on Chris' hair he was looking up at me
with a look of total devotion and lust, and as I pulled back and rammed
into him again and gave another yank on his hair, I saw him reach down to
his own little weeney and almost immediately he started shooting up across
his stomach.

Now we were both screaming and ejaculating, totally lost in the excitement
of the moment.

After a few moments as we both stopped shooting and started to calm down, I
pulled him off the chair, and lay down on the floor pulling him on top of
me.  Our lips joined.  My cock slid out of his ass as we continued kissing
and trading spit for the longest time; probably five or ten minutes.  Then
I pulled his head onto my shoulder and just hugged him for a while.

After a few minutes Chris whispered in my ear.  "Was that better than doin
my old man?" he asked.

"Oh hell" I said with a laugh.  "No comparison Chris.  Ain't nobody around
that can fuck like you can.  You're a superstar."

Chris started laughing along with me.  "A superstar.  Yeah, you betcha I'm
a superstar."



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