Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2006 20:32:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: sunquestor <sunquestor@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Brother the Alpha Breeder

  "Here comes Uncle Sal" said Jorge to his two boys, 11 and 10. Jorge
looked toward Sal in amusement and lust as his bodybuilder stepbrother
walked down the driveway toward the small bungalow. No one knew the secret.

   By appearances no one would have suspected that he, Jorge the small
Dominican made his massive, muscular stepbrother his "Bitch". Sal waggered
toward the three. His 30 inch thighs gave him that bodybuilder wagger,
causing his hemispherical glutes to thunder under the tight stripped
spandex shorts as well as the ground below his broad sandals. Afterall, we
weighed 230 lbs on a 5'10 frame. He was a threatening site for all men that
gazed upon him, but NOT for little Jorge.
  "Hey Sal looks like you just came off a workout" Jorge knew he came from
a workout, because he ordered it as he always does when he has Sal over to
be "worked over". Sal flexed his arms for Jorge and his boys with pride.
 "Sure did, want to feel?" said Sal. He was use to having his little
nephews feeling and staring at his muscles.  Jorge also stared but did not
feel. Jorge had no interest in admiring, he was just interested in
dominating the muscleman.
   Jorge was much smaller than his 28 y.o stepbrother of French Canadian
mix. Jorge was 5'7", Sal 5'10". Jorge was 145 lb Sal was 230 lbs. Jorge was
30, Sal was 28. Jorge had body hair,thick and black on his forearms, thighs
and crotch, crawling treasure trail to chest.  Sal was nearly smooth. Jorge
possessed nealy 9 inches of an ass blaster. Sal maybe reached 6 inches at
most with atropied balls. Jorge was the married, bisexual with kids. Sal
was the bodybuilding homosexual that most at the gym would never would
suspect that his awesome body was mainly developed for dominating tops.

   Yes, Jorge was the breeder in the family. Two boys already and wife
pregnant with twin boys. He knew he had the most important muscle, his
nearly 9 incher. He scoffed at men building their muscles. He knew he could
take on many of those muscleboys if he had the chance. Many a bodybuilders
would easily submit to his big, brown, thick rhino cock. He learned that in
prison.

 "Sal pick my boys up" ordered Jorge. He complied craddling both boys in
his massive 20 in. arms.
   Jorge looked up to Sal in pride, actually up to his two sons elevated in
the strong arms. Jorge knew his sons will grow into alpha males like
him. "C'mon Muscle Uncle show my boys your strength lift them higher"
expecting Sal to know that his boys were to be raised above his head.

Sal adjusted his palms to the boys little behinds and raised them with his
burly arms extended.  The boys balanced gleefully in the palms of
Sal. "I'sn't Uncle Sal strong. He is one of the strongest men in the city
boys".  Aren't you Sal?"  said Jorge "Damn straight, muscle upon muscle"
replied Sal.
  Jorge didn't like Sal's cocky tone and quickly jabbed him in the crotch
with his full beer bottle. Sal jerked in response yet held the boys enough
to bring them down to the driveway.

  "Ooops!  sorry Sal I spilled my beer." Sal held his tongue and looked
down at the spilt beer on His tanktop and bulging spandex shorts. The
wetness made his clothes cling even tighter to his muscular physique. Jorge
chuckled under his breath.
   Ever since adolescence, Jorge bullied Sal. Jorge was the single entry
when his mother remarried to Sal's father. Jorge was a early maturer. By 15
he already attained his peak height, body hair, voice and cock size
  Sal, the beautiful,dark French Canadian just contined to grow.  By senior
yr in high school, Sal outweighed Jorge by 60 lbs. But Jorge always was
dominant over his "Musclefairy" brother.  Jorge was a Dominican thug,
swarthy, inked and possessed an attitude the size of Alaska.