Date: Mon, 15 Apr 2013 05:46:13 -0700
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: What I Look For In My Twinks

Author's note: If you're under age or don't want to read about gay
domination, don't read this.  Otherwise, enjoy it.

This author does know there are no such words as bicep (singular) and pec
(singular) but they are important to this story so I've used them anyway.
Don't blame me for the inadequacies of the English language.

What I Look For In My Twinks

Chapter one

My buddy Dave asked me what it was that I looked for most in my twinks.
And, to tell the truth, I'd never actually put it into words before.  Oh, I
knew what I wanted, and I went after it when I saw it, and I'd been getting
it ever since I'd first started wanting it.  And I wanted it a lot.  But
what did I look for most?  The thing I looked for the most when I wanted to
pick up a new boy toy?  I mean, I'll have to think about it.

Of course I want him to be very good looking.  I mean, really outstanding,
a real looker.  I can pretty much always get the ones I want whenever I
want, so why not pick up the really gorgeous ones?  Why not?  With a body
and a face and a personality like mine there is no reason I would ever
accept anything less than the very best.

And, naturally, I want them to have nice bodies.  They don't have to be big
but they definitely have to have some muscle tone with some definition
showing.  Skinny little eleven inch arms don't do it for me.  I want to
know that they are interested enough in their own bodies that they spent
regular time at the gym.  Few things turned me off more than some skinny
runt who thinks, just because he's young and pretty, that I should be
interested in him.  Skinny young pretty boys were made to service handsome
muscle guys, but not me because I'm pickier than that.  They have to have
some muscles for me to look at and hold on to when I do them.

But what did I want most in a pick up?  Actually there's really no question
on that score.  I want a worshiper.  I want a kid who knows what muscle
building is all about, and is absolutely astounded by a really hot, really
spectacular bodybuilder like me.  I mean down and dirty with his eyes
bugged out and almost drooling all over himself just to look at me.  A kid
who can't keep his eyes off of me and knows in a second that I'm a god
needing to be worshiped and he wants to be the one to do the worshiping.
Somebody that would beg and cry to be allowed to even touch me, and go
crazy with lust and desire and be willing to be a slave to my desires.  A
kid who is so crazy for muscle that he'd be willing to be a total slave to
a muscleman, who in fact wants to be controlled and dominated and even
abused just to be able to serve.

Even though I'm a domination fanatic, I want a kid who knows he's being
honored to be on his knees for me from the get-go and will do anything, and
I mean anything, just to please me.  A kid who knows he's privileged to be
singled out to give service.  And if I have a tendency to be a little rough
and demanding while training a new twink, the kid needs to know he's lucky
to even be allowed to accept a bruise or two from a god.  I don't want a
kid who thinks his shit doesn't stink.  I hate it when kids, even those who
are really hunky, walk up to me and try to get my interest.  I'm the one
doing the picking here, not them.  I'm not particularly interested in a kid
who thinks that he is good enough to deserve me, because that kid is
probably too full of himself.  I want a kid who hasn't been around the
block and been fucked by everything in sight.

When I'm in the bars I always keep my eye out for the kids in the corners,
totally gorgeous but somehow unaware of how attractive they are, a bit on
the shy side maybe, and afraid to approach me thinking that I'm way out of
their league.  That's more my style, even though some of them are a little
old for me.  Luckily, a lot of them lie their age with false I.D's to get
into the bars, but if I can't find a perfect sixteen year old aspirant in a
bar, there are lots of other places to pick them up.

Okay, so that's the other thing.  I like them young.  Young and innocent
and malleable with cherubic little boy faces.  Occasionally I've found
someone who is in their late teens who fits my requirements, but mostly I
like them at about sixteen, or maybe seventeen.  I've probably had them
younger than that but if they're built and pretty it don't matter all that
much.  I want them to be old enough to have put on some muscle, but young
enough to be inexperienced and ready to be trained in how to service a real
muscle master.  It's okay if they're virgin, and I've had my share, but
it's not critical like some of these other requirements.  I mean, training
a virgin to service me is no different from training any other kid to do
it.  Even if they've been fucked before they haven't had a prick like mine
in them, and they haven't been with anyone as demanding as I am either.  So
they have to be trained to meet my requirements no matter what.

So, you think I expect too much?  That's a laugh, funnier that hell.  There
are kids everywhere who fit my requirements and they almost fight to get in
front of the line to be the next one to service me.  I ain't bragging;
that's just the way it is.  Now why is that?  Well that's easy to tell.

I'm about as gorgeous and masculine as a man can get.  I mean, I define
those words: gorgeous and masculine.  The easiest thing to say is that I'm
just awe-inspiring You thing not?  You should just see me.  I have a build
of spectacular proportions.  Magnificent is the word.  Not totally massive
and almost grotesque like some guys are who don't have enough sense to know
when they are big enough.  But I'm big, really big.  A lot bigger than
anybody else around with cuts that give my body definition that is almost
beyond belief.  There ain't nobody on the planet that doesn't take a second
look when they see me go by, because I'm so damn near perfection that I
literally blow their minds.  The eyes bug out on young beginning
bodybuilders when they first see me, and on second look lust takes over and
they want to touch me.  And to use a phrase, I have the face of a movie
star.  But that actually puts me down because there ain't many movie stars
even half as attractive as I am.

Let me give you an example of the kind of twink and the kind of situation
I'm talking about.  A couple weeks ago I went to the band concert in the
park.  If I had my own way, I'd walk around nude, because I've got it all.
I mean I'm absolutely spectacular and I don't mind showing off.  However,
since I can't go around nude, I tend to dress only just subtle enough so
that I'm not outrageous.  You can't hide a body like mine so I'm going to
be noticed no matter what, but I'm a firm believer that if you've got it,
flaunt it.  But I don't want to come across as some sort of freak either so
this afternoon I was wearing just a wife beater, shorts and sandals.  The
shorts were not skin tight but were just snug enough to show that I was
pretty damn big everywhere.

I arrived a few minutes before the concert started and walked completely
around the bandstand checking to see what was available.  Of course all
eyes were on me, but I only looked for my type: the gorgeous sixteen year
olds with faces that wouldn't quit and just enough muscle to show they were
into bodybuilding.  I picked out a couple who might be possibilities, but
only one of them really met my standards and I could see that he had his
eyes glued on me.  Oh yeah, he was a muscle hound alright and I knew he
would be so hot for me he'd probably do anything just to be able to touch
me.  He was setting on a blanket with what was probably his girlfriend.
But I wasn't about to let a little thing like a girlfriend get in the way
of having those luscious lips gliding over my muscles.  He was just too
perfectly my type to consider letting him get away.  I made an instant
decision that I was going to have him, and I was going to have him now.

He had to be about sixteen because I could see a shapely chest showing
under the tight t-shirt he was wearing.  He had a nice beginning
bodybuilder's physique and was proud of it because he was dressed to show
it off.  His red hair and gorgeous youthful face with freckles made him
look like he was barely into his teens, but that body was not that of a
twelve year old.  I liked teenagers because they could be so devoted to
muscles, but I didn't pick up children.  I mean really.  I just wasn't
turned on to anything under fifteen or sixteen.

 I had brought a towel with me to set on so I put it down fairly near their
blanket and walked over to them.  "Do you have any Grey Poupon?" I asked.
They both laughed and that started the conversation.

I introduced myself and they said their names were Jerry and Clair.  As to
be expected they were totally in awe of me and I had to lead the
conversation at first because they were completely tongue tied.  Just like
always when I approached kids like this, they were really excited and felt
totally honored that I was talking to them.  I mean, after all, I was the
best looking stud in town and older than them so they were astounded that
an obviously superior being like me would walk right up and give them some
attention.

"You must work out a lot, Jerry" I said.  "You have a great body."

"Oh... ah...I... ah... you think so?" he sputtered.  "I mean... yeah, I
work out almost every day.  But you are totally awesome.  I've never seen
nobody looks like you."

"Thanks" I said giving him one of my devastating smiles.  "But yeah, I'm a
dedicated bodybuilder.  I work out at least once every day."

"Wow, really?" he swooned.  "Every day?  More than once every day?"

"I'm dedicated" I answered.  "I like being healthy and looking my best."

"You sure do look your best" Clair answered.  "You look terrific."

"Thanks, Clair, but the reason I stopped over" I said "was because I was
thinking of skipping the band concert and heading home for an arms workout.
It's been two days since I've worked these biceps and I'd like to get them
really pumped tonight."  I gave them a quick pump and I heard a gasp from
both of them and I saw the lump in Jerry's pants take a jerk.

"My regular workout partner is away, so I need somebody to workout with me
and pace me and I saw you sitting here looking like you know the inside of
a gym."  I gave Jerry a big grin.  "This would be a great opportunity for
you, Jerry, if you are interested.  Working with a real bodybuilder like me
would be quite an experience and I could give you some pointers and see
that you're doing everything correctly.  You'd also be helping me by being
my spotter."  Jerry's mouth dropped open and it looked like he was
beginning to sweat.  Just the idea of working with me was sending him into
shock overload and it was clear that nothing short of the ground dropping
out from under him was going to keep him from taking me up on my offer.

"That would be fabulous" he gushed.  "Wow.  Incredible.  Yeah, I'd love to.
That would be amazing."

"What about the concert and going out for an ice cream after, Jerry?" Clair
asked.  "Remember?"

"I shouldn't be having ice cream anyway, and you know that Clair" he said
giving her a dirty look.  "I should never have agreed to that.  And the
concert can go hang.  It's not every day I get a chance to work out with a
superman."  We all laughed when he said that, but he and I both knew he
meant it.  He'd already accepted the fact that I was a god and he was
excited to the point of exhilaration.

"Can I go?" Clair asked.  "I don't want to stay here at the concert by
myself."

"Sorry, Clair.  No can do" I answered.  "Dedicated bodybuilding is for men
only and we really can't have any distractions.  Sorry."  As Clair folded
up the blanket I stood next to Jerry and put my arm around him from the
side and gave him a hug, almost dragging him off his feet.  The
intimidation starts now.

"Nice delts, Jerry.  Good firm muscle there" I said as I gripped his
shoulder.  Jerry started turning red in embarrassment and tried to pull
away.  I held on for a couple more seconds, letting him know he couldn't
get away if I didn't want him to.  But then I let loose.  "Grab that towel
of mine over there, Jerry, and let's go.  I'm raring to get started.

Jerry went over and got my towel and we said good bye to Clair and headed
out of the park.  Of course I had no intention of working out and I wasn't
even going to pretend.  I was horny.  I mean, that's why I was here, and I
was going to teach this new twink how to worship muscle and then I was
going to fuck him.

Even though I'm twenty years old and no longer a teenager, I still live
with my parents.  Right now I was just too dedicated to building and
maintaining my perfect body to worry about getting a job, and since my
parents seemed willing to support me I wasn't about to rock the boat.
Besides, I had a perfect situation with a small apartment above the garage
at the back of the lot which gave me complete privacy.

I only lived two blocks from the park so of course we walked.  I kept
putting my arm around Jerry with my hand on his shoulder as we walked, and
twice I reached down and gave him a pat on the butt.  Even though he may
have been straight he didn't react and just seemed to think it was okay for
me to do it.

When we were half way there I nonchalantly pulled my shirt off and handed
it to him.  He looked surprised but he took it and put it with the towel
and didn't say a word.  He was obviously embarrassed and didn't know what
to do or say, and was too shy to even look at me.

"That's okay, you can look" I said.

"I,,, I... um... ah..." he mumbled as he looked down at the ground.

"I said you could look" I repeated.  "So look."

Umm... ah..." he mumbled still looking at the ground.

"I said look" I repeated again and taking my hand off his shoulder I
grabbed a handful of hair and gently turned his head to face me.  "Pretty
damn impressive heh?"

"Ahhh... yeah.  Ahhh... shit yeah.  Ahhh... Jesus" he answered.  I had to
laugh because even though he was embarrassed, he was totally enthralled by
my bulging pectoral muscles that were just inches from his face.  His mouth
was hanging open and then I saw him lick his lips.  Oh shit was he ever
ready.  This was going to be fun.

My apartment had an outside stairway at the back and when we arrived I
grabbed his belt and almost lifted him up the first two steps bodily.  When
we arrived at the top I leaned into him pushing him towards the door and
reached around him with the key.  Bouncing my prick against his ass a
couple times as I unlocked the door, I then pushed him inside.

As you can see I'm not particularly subtle and there had to be no question
in this kid's mind that we were going to be doing something other than
weightlifting.

"Just drop that stuff anywhere" I said as I walked through the living room
into the bedroom.  I kicked off the sandals and removed the cutoffs and
tossed them aside leaving me in only my tiny white bikini.  Then I turned
to him as he stood in the bedroom doorway.  "Well?"  I asked.  "What do you
think?"

He just stood there with his mouth hanging open and a look of awe on his
face.

"Say something" I ordered.

"You're gorgeous" he mumbled softly, barely above a whisper.  "Gorgeous" he
repeated turning his head back and forth in complete amazement.

I couldn't help but chuckle because this was going so well.  Hell, this kid
was no more interested in lifting weights right now than I was.  Do I know
how to pick them, or do I know how to pick them?  This kid was a natural
and I knew I was going to have a lot of fun with him this evening.  A lot
of fun and I intended to get a whole lot of pleasure as well.  Stretching
up with my guns, I slowly formed them into a double bicep pose.  "So?" I
said.  He didn't say a word but just stood there with that look of
amazement pasted on his face.  Then he moaned softly.

"Yeah.  You like" I said with a grin.  "You want to touch?  Huh?"

"Oh yeah" he whispered so softly I barely heard him.

"I'll bet you do" I chuckled as I flexed some more forcing my biceps to
form a peak.  "I know you do."

"Com'er" I said as I dropped my hands down, put them on my hips and with a
big grin on my face, just waited.  He hesitated for a moment like he didn't
know what to do, and then finally, very slowly, walked over to me.

"You sure you want to touch these muscles?"  I laughed.  "Are you really
sure?"

"Oh yes.  Please" he whispered as he reached for my pecs.

"No" I said as I pushed his hands aside.  "Just look."  I performed the
double bicep pose again literally right in his face and just held it there.
He just stood there and I could actually see him beginning to sweat and I
swear to God he was beginning to drool.  The look of adoration on this face
was something to behold.  As I dropped my pose he reached for me again.  I
slapped his hands aside again and then slapped his face, not too hard but
just enough to sting. "I said just look" I snapped at him.  "You do what
you're told."  He looked shocked for just a moment, but then the lust took
over again.

"Okay" he whispered.

Then I performed the double bicep pose again and just watched his face.  He
looked so fuckin cute standing there with his mouth hanging open and with
his whole body quivering slightly.  Sweat was beginning to bead on his
forehead, and yes, he actually was drooling.  I could see he wanted me
desperately but since I wouldn't let him touch me he just didn't know what
to do.  I couldn't stop smiling and chuckling aloud at his frustration.

 "What do you think?" I asked.  "Pretty fabulous hey?"

"Oh yeah.  Shit yeah" he moaned.

"Hands behind your back" I ordered and I was pleased to see that he obeyed
immediately. "Good boy."

"Now tell me you want to touch these muscles."

"Oh please yes." He whimpered.  "Please."

"Oh yeah you want it bad" I laughed.  Then taking a good hold on a hunk of
his hair, I pulled him in so his lips just touched my left pec.  "Kiss it,
baby" I said softly.  "Kiss it."

He gave it a kiss and I pulled him back and held him just an inch away.
After ten seconds or so I pulled him back.  "Again."  He kissed it again.

"Now thank me" I ordered.  He hesitated for a second and then looked up at
me.  "Huh?"

"I said thank me.  Thank me for letting you kiss my hot pecs."

"Ah... yeah... ah... thank you" he mumbled.

"Sir."

"Sir" he repeated.

"Okay now, kiss it.  Go ahead.  Kiss it all over" I said as I let go of his
hair.  He leaned in and started giving my pecs light kisses, just the way I
liked it.  God, this kid was perfect.  He slowly moved around my left pec,
then moving to the valley between and finally over to my right pec.  "Oh
yeah, baby.  Keep it up.  That's it" I crooned.  I have to say it doesn't
come a whole lot better than this, hearing kissing sounds coming from a
young pretty boy as he worships my body.  Definitely one of my favorite
sounds.

I really, really love having my muscles kissed so I just let him go at it
for a good five minutes.  He opened his eyes and glanced up at me once but
mostly just kept them closed and kept kissing

"Okay, now lick" I ordered after getting all the pleasure I wanted and was
ready to go on.  "Stick out that tongue and worship my chest.  Worship
those muscles with your tongue."  He immediately stuck out his tongue and
started licking my slabs of pectoral muscle.

"Keep licking those pecs" I said after a bit "but start sucking too.  Suck
on those man tits for me."  The kid was doing a great job and was obviously
enjoying what he was doing because he now started making soft moaning
sounds, kind of like a humming sound in the back of his throat, as he
licked and sucked and kissed.  He tried to touch me a couple times but I
slapped his hands away each time.

I grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it out of his pants and over his head.  He
raised his arms so I could get it off but then went right back to
worshiping my chest.  He just couldn't get enough of my bulging pecs.  I
knew when I picked this kid up that he had a nice build, but I didn't give
him enough credit because even though his t-shirt was fairly snug, it still
covered up a really nice body.  He had nice defined pecs and abs and his
shoulders and arms were definitely showing the results of strenuous
workouts.  I tweaked his tits a little, not trying to hurt him, but just to
trying to stiffen them up a little.

Then I stepped away from him and lay down on the bed.  "Get those shoes off
and get over here" I ordered.  Up to this moment there really hadn't been
anything sexual in what we were doing.  This was simply muscle worship.
However, we both had roaring hard-ons and mine could no longer fit within
the confines of the tiny white undies I was wearing.  It looked absolutely
obscene pointing off to the right, only half covered, and looking ready to
pop out at any moment.  We were hot, but up to now there had been no
indication that I was going to fuck him.

He was probably sixteen and probably not a virgin, but he acted straight
and he was with a girlfriend so I doubted he'd been fucked by a man.  Not
yet anyway.  But that was definitely going to change tonight.  So I wasn't
sure how he'd react to my telling him to get on the bed.  I was fairly sure
however that he was so hot for my body that he'd do anything just to be
able to continue.

"Move your ass and get over here" I snapped.  With his eyes glued to my
body, he sat on the stool next to the bed and quickly removed his shoes and
socks.  There was no question in my mind that I now had him.  I knew he'd
do absolutely anything for me.  A muscle crazy kid who needed a fix and
would do absolutely anything to get it.  I owned him.

When he came over and got on the bed on his knees I sat up and flexed my
right bicep.  "Kiss it, baby" I said.  He leaned over and started kissing
my bicep.  "Go ahead, baby.  Slobber all over it.  Worship that muscle."
And that's what he did, kissing and sucking and slobbering all over my
bulging bicep.

Again, I just can't get enough of this shit so I kept flexing and crunching
my bicep while he went over it and over it with his mouth.

"Armpit, baby," I finally said as I grabbed a hunk of his hair and pushed
him into my pit.  For the first time this was not actual muscle worship but
sheer domination, but he went to it like a duck to water and started
sucking my armpit like crazy.  He was obviously now accepting my domination
and control because I didn't have to encourage him or force him or anything
to keep him working my pit.

After several minutes of intense pleasure, I dragged him over me to the
other side and flexed that arm.  And away he went, licking and sucking that
bicep like nobody's business.  "Get your nose in there, baby" I said.  "Rub
your nose against that big muscle."  I heard his gasp, like he hadn't
thought of that, and he immediately started rubbing his face against my big
bicep.  "Oh yeah, baby.  That's it."

He was moaning aloud, evidently in total delirium, as he crammed his nose
against my rock hard bicep smearing his saliva all over his face.  There
was no doubt he was loving it as much or more than I was.

"That's it, baby.  That's it" I said as I relished his intensity.  "Worship
that muscle.  Go, go, go."  He was still moaning softly but was now making
slurping noises as well as he slobbered all over the bicep and coated his
face with spit.

I let him go for several more minutes, several delightful minutes, before I
finally grabbed his hair and pulled him up just so I could see his face.
And he was dripping.  His eyes were closed, his mouth was hanging open and
drooling and his face was coated with spit.  I reached up and smeared the
spit around his face some more and then pushed him into my armpit.

"Oh, you're good, baby" I whispered into his ear.  He was now so much into
it that he jammed his face so tightly into my armpit that I didn't know how
he could even breathe.  Evidently that was secondary to the intoxication of
worshiping my body.

You wonder why some musclemen are so vain and arrogant?  Well, it's easy to
understand when there are kids like this around.  It made me feel like a
god having an acolyte kneeling next to me like this who was totally
overwhelmed with desire and completely blown away in his own world of
pleasure.  Having a well built, good looking, youthful fanatic like this in
total ecstasy while slaving over my body is absolutely exhilarating.  I
didn't want it to end.  Not ever.

However, the only thing that even comes close to how much I love getting my
muscles worshiped is getting my dick worshiped, and right now my nine
inches were so hard they'd probably grown to ten and were so hot they were
hurting.  I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold out, but hell, I had
lots of gism stored up, and there was no way I was going to limit myself to
only one orgasm with this fantastic kid.

I simply pushed him over backwards and climbed on top.  Pulling my cock out
of my undies I started jerking it hard and fast.  It only took about five
times and I was ready to blow, so I grabbed him by the hair, pulling his
head up, and started firing into his face.  His face was soaked with saliva
and he was still completely out of it so I don't think he even realized
what was happening until my spooge started landing in his face.

For me, I was yelling.  Holding his hair and jerking my prick hard and
fast, I screamed in pleasure as I fired shot after shot into his face.  I
had my knees on his arms and was setting on his chest so there wasn't
anything he could do except close his eyes and just accept what was
happening.  Now it was me that was in ecstasy.

"Wha...?  Wha...?" is all I got from Jerry, as he had this startled look on
his face.  I aimed my cock so every spurt landed somewhere on his face: his
forehead, his cheeks, his nose, even some in his mouth before he realized
he'd better close it.

When my orgasm finally subsided I let go of his hair and took a couple deep
breaths.  Shit, was that ever a great orgasm.  Let me tell you there ain't
nothing like blowing your spunk into a worshiper's face.

"Wha...?  Wha...?  What'd you do?" Jerry said, still looking shocked.

"I fuckin blew my wad in your face is what I did" I answered with a laugh.
"Oh man, did I ever."  Shifting my body up higher on his chest and grabbing
my cock, I began to smear my cum all over his face with it, covering every
inch.

"Don't.  Don't" Jerry said as he tried to get his arms out from under my
knees.

"Come on, baby.  You loved it.  You know you did" I said as I let go of my
cock and grabbed his wrists and then slid down his body.  Pulling his arms
above his head and holding them there, I leaned down and gave him a light
kiss, tasting my cum on his lips.  Then I licked my cum from around his
mouth a little and kissed him again.  "Kiss me, baby.  Kiss me."

"Don't.  Don't.  Let me up" he sputtered as he turned his face away from
me.  Okay, so kissing could come later I thought as I got up off of him.
This kid probably still thought he was straight but was just into muscles.
Kinda stupid really but why else wouldn't he kiss a guy.  As I got off the
bed I tried to tuck my stiff horse-meat back into my bikini, but could get
it only partially covered by the thin strip of cloth.  I then picked up my
crusted cum rag from the side of the bed and tossed it to him.

"Here, babe.  Wipe your face."

"Don't call me babe" he said angrily as he wiped his face with the very
much used towel.  Oh shit I thought, he had been totally mesmerized and
enthralled while licking my muscles but it looked like he was back into
reality now.  Evidently jerking off in his face was just a little bit more
than he was ready for.

"I'm leaving" he said as he got up off the bed and went over to pick up his
pants.  I grabbed him and simply tossed him back on the bed where he
bounced a couple times.  I mean, for god's sake, these muscles aren't just
for show.  Besides, he was a slim teenager of about 5'5" or 5'6" and I was
5'11" and I probably outweighed him by fifty pounds or more.  He was like a
bag of feathers.

"No you're not.  Not quite yet" I said with a chuckle.  "You've got some
more worshiping to do."  Standing next to the bed I flexed my right arm,
grabbed him by a wrist and pulled him up to it.  "Feel this muscle, Jerry.
There ain't nothin in the world like this."

"No.  Stop.  I don't wanna" he said as he tried to pull his hand back.

"Yes you do wanna" I replied.  "I know you do.  Go ahead, feel it."  I
flexed my arm a few times and held his hand there so he could feel the big
ball of muscle contracting with each movement, but he still wasn't
cooperating.  Somehow I had to get him back into the mood he was in just
minutes ago when he was spellbound over my muscles.  So I grabbed him by
the neck, pulled him up, and kissed him; firmly and with conviction,
forcing his lip's open with my tongue.

"Kiss me, baby.  Kiss your muscleman" I murmured.  I held most of his body
weight up off the bed with one hand on his neck as I swishing my tongue all
over his lips and stuck it well into his mouth, I was relentless and after
a minute or two it finally seemed to begin to work because I could feel his
body starting to relax and I felt him beginning to return the kiss, moving
his tongue against mine.  "Yeah, baby.  That's it" I murmured through the
kiss.  "Kiss your muscleman."

I now sat down on the bed next to him with my hand still on his neck and
continued the kiss.  He was so much shorter than me that his face was
pointed almost straight up as I bent over him.  With my other hand I
started feeling up his chest and abs, rubbing all over his tight little
muscles.  He really did have a nice body for a sixteen year old and there
was no reason why I couldn't give him a little attention and feed his ego
if that's what it took to get him back on track.  Then I grabbed his crotch
and, as I suspected, he was hard as a rock.  We were back in the ball game
again.

As I pulled away from the kiss with my hand still on his neck, I re-aimed
his face and pulled it into my chest again.  "Kiss that hot chest, baby.
Com'on, kiss it.  Kiss your man's muscles" I urged him and that's what he
did.  Back on track now, he started covering my slabs of pectoral muscle
with kisses.  Have I told you how much I love this shit?  Having a cute kid
kissing your hot pecs is nothing less than awesome.  Totally awesome.

I took my hand off his neck and just let him do his thing for a couple
minutes.  Again, he started humming softly in the back of his throat as he
covered every inch of my pectorals with kisses.  Then I whispered in his
ear: `lick now, baby.  Go ahead.  Get your tongue out there and lick."  I
think he was just waiting for my permission because the instant I said it
he started lapping his tongue over my chest.  "Way to go, man.  Way to go.
Keep at it, babe."

Again, I just let him go at it for a while and simply enjoyed it, but it
was easy to see that he was enjoying it every bit as much as I was.  You
might think I'm a total nut here, but I go absolutely ape shit when I have
a kid worshiping my body.  The sole purpose of me working my ass off at the
gym is for occasions like this, with a kid working me over and venerating
my body with true reverence.  I mean, getting a blowjob or fucking a tight
ass can be great, but I think I could be satisfied with a true muscle hound
like this kid who really adores my body, just kissing and licking and
sucking every inch of my physique all day long without ever getting around
to an actual fuck.  In fact, I have to admit, that most of my sexual
encounters start just like this one, with me shooting my load once or twice
just from the worship because I get so hot.

Once I'd had enough, I stood up and pulled him off the bed to his knees.
Holding his head with both hands, I pulled his face into my abs.  "Go
ahead, baby" I crooned.  "Lick those rippling muscles."  Taking a breath
and then letting it out, I forced my abdominals into perfectly defined
blocks of muscle.  Obviously he was really turned on to abdominals because
he put his hands around me and pulled his face in hard, licking and sucking
and dragging his face back and forth against me.

"Ohhhh... shit.  Ohhhh... shit.  Ohhhh... shit" I heard him murmuring
softly as he covered me with his spit.

"Look at me, baby" I said as I pulled his head back a couple inches.  "You
like that, baby?" I asked as he looked up at me and saw that big grin on my
face.  "You like those hot ridges of muscle?"

"Oh shit yeah" he whimpered.  "Oh yeah.  You are unbelievable."  I had to
laugh in enjoyment because this kid was incredible.  A besotted muscle
addict, a total muscle slave, who really knew how to appreciate a hot body
like mine.

After he sucked on my abs for a while, I pushed his head down to my thigh,
bypassing my crotch.  At the moment he wasn't interested in my prick
because he didn't even look at it as I pushed him down to my bulging legs.
Since I had already cum and because I always ooze lots of pre-cum, my white
bikini was wet and damn near invisible, and the part of my dick that was
actually covered by the thin strip was totally visible and looking
spectacularly licentious.  However, as hot as I was, I still had some more
muscles I wanted worshiped and I quickly found out that's what he wanted
too.

Wrapping both arms around my left thigh, he just rubbed his cheek back and
forth against it a few times.  Then, not sucking or licking, he started
rubbing his nose back and forth and up and down against the hard muscle.  A
true worshiper.  A real addict.  With his eyes closed and that soft hum
continuing, he rubbed his hands up and down my quadriceps and finally
started placing soft kisses on them.  He was unquestionably trying to make
love to my quads.

Hell, I wanted to howl out loud in total exhilaration.  Instead I got the
biggest grin on my face and, if it was at all possible, my cock got even
harder.  This kid was a total nut for muscles and I was a total nut for his
worship.

After about ten minutes of making love to both of my thighs I pushed his
head down so he went from my thigh to my knee to my calf.  Crouching there,
he moved his head around so he could lick up and down that swollen muscle
at the back of my calf.  And let me tell you, he had something worth
licking.  A lot of guys can't build their calves, but mine were enormous
and bulged magnificently and definitely deserved to be worshiped.  "Oh
yeah, lick that muscle, baby."

Once he'd worked on my left calf for a while, he moved over to the right
one.  I just watched as that pretty little tongue worked its way up and
down and up and down my muscles.  Oh shit was he pretty.

"Okay, payback time, baby" I said finally.  "You've had your fun, so now
it's time to do something for me."  Taking hold of his head with my big
hand, like grabbing a basketball, I pulled him back up from his crouch and
pushed his face against my barely covered prick.

"No" he said as he put his hands on my thighs and pushed himself away and
looked up at me.  "No, please."

"Please is the word, baby" I said, looking down into his eyes.  "You say
yes, please.  After all this you should be glad that I'm letting you do
something for me.  You should be begging me."

"But I don't want this" he answered softly.

"Well, I do" I snapped at him.  "And you owe me.  You've had your fun.
Hell, I think you already came twice in your pants, didn't you?  Now it's
time to pay up."  I grabbed his head again but he still was trying to push
himself away.

"Do I have to tie your hands?" I asked.  "I will if I have to.  Now look at
me."  He looked up and I glared down at him.  "You knew this was coming.
Don't lie.  I let you make love to these muscles that you revere so much
and you know it ain't free.  You knew from the start it wasn't going to be
free.  I spent years building this hot body and I expect a return on my
investment and you should be thrilled to be able do something for me.  You
hear me?"

He hesitated for a minute with a sorrowful look on his face and then
finally spoke.  "Ahhh... yeah, I guess so."

"Yeah, you guess so" I mimicked him.  "You damn well know so.  Now get in
there and give my prick a kiss."  He hesitated for a few more seconds and
then finally leaned in and gave my hard cock a soft kiss.  There was no
doubt in my mind that he knew all the time that this was coming, and wasn't
really against the idea, but was trying to pretend that he wasn't into gay
sex.  Hell, I was pretty sure he was actually looking forward to this but
to support his masculinity he felt he had to put up a fuss before I made
him do it.  And that was the kicker.  He wanted me to dominate him and make
him do it.  If I forced him, he wouldn't have to admit to himself that he
was volunteering to give me a blowjob.  And think about it.  Any kid who is
a total muscle addict like this kid, a total worshiper, you know he wants
to be dominated by the guy with the muscles he's worshiping.  It's just
common sense

"Do it some more, babe, and get your hands behind your back" I ordered.  To
give him a little encouragement I put my hand behind his head and gently
pushed him into my crotch.  He started kissing back and forth on my nine
inch monster that was trying to hide behind the thin white strip of cotton.
I let him kiss and then suck up and down its length before I finally told
him to take my shorts down.

Without objection he grabbed on and pulled them down to the floor and let
me step out of them.  My big wanger flopped out so that when he rose back
up it was right in his face.  There was no question in either of our minds
now that he was going to give me a blowjob.  He now accepted the fact that
he owed it to me and was resigned to it.  Resigned hell, he wanted to suck
it.  He wanted his muscle master to dominate him and make him suck his
cock.

"Ever suck a cock before, Jerry?" I asked.

"No, sir.  Never" he answered.

"Well, this is your lucky day, Jer.  Particularly since you get to
experience a big donkey-dick like mine.  Now let's start by you giving it a
kiss.  Right on the tip.  Kiss it."

"Yeah, that's it" I said as he gave it a light kiss.  "Do it some more."
He gave it a half dozen more kisses right on the tip.  Then I pushed his
head back so he could look up at me.  "Tell me you like it.  Tell me you
like worshiping my big shlong just the same as you like worshiping my
muscles.  Go on.  Say it."

And that's what he did.  "Yeah, I like it" he said and actually had a grin
on his face.

"You fuckin faker" I laughed.  "You wanted my big dick all the time.  But
now that you've got it let's see what you can do with it.  Kiss it some
more.  Kiss it all over."  He started kissing up and down the length of my
nine plus inches making nice smacking sounds.  "Way to go, baby.  Now get
in there and lick those balls for me."  I grabbed my cock and rubbed it all
over his face making him feel the hardness of it as he ducked down and
started lapping the sweat off my ball sack.  "That's it, baby, keep it up."
As he licked I started banging my big hard prick against his face.  Not
hard enough to hurt, but just for the fun of it because I just love banging
my prick against a pretty boys face.  One of my favorite sports.

Then I was ready for my blowjob.  I knew he was inexperienced so I also
knew I'd have to go easy on him, but I didn't plan to make it too easy.  He
was going to have to do his damdest to please me and I was going to be sure
that he did.  You may think it's funny but I have minimum standards in
getting blowjobs even for beginners and this kid was going to have to meet
them no matter what.  I may have never actually sucked a guy's dick myself
but I damn well knew what it took to get a good one and I never settled for
any half assed head job.  Any cocksucker doing me might have to go through
a bit of distress trying to reach my standards but he sure's hell was going
to have to bust his ass getting there.

I took hold of his chin and pulled him away from my crotch.  He opened his
eyes and saw my monster dick right in his face, but then he looked up at
me.  "You want to suck that big dick for me?" I asked.  "Huh?  You want to
suck your muscleman's dick?  Tell me."

"Ahhh... yeah" he replied.

"Yeah, you do.  So tell me.  Tell me what you want to do."  I know, my ego
gets away from me sometimes, but I really like this shit.  "Tell me what
you want to do" I repeated.

"I wanna suck your cock" he said.

"Whose cock you gonna suck?  You gonna suck your muscleman's cock?  Go
ahead; say it."

"Yeah.  I wanna suck my muscleman's cock" he said.  Oh yeah, that's what I
wanted to hear.  A true slave boy who is head over heels in love with my
body, and who knows he has an obligation to service me because a muscle god
like me necessitates being serviced.  Here was total worship and submission
from a kid who was ready and willing to suck me.  I loved looking down at
his face and seeing that he was longing for it, and I loved hearing him
saying he wanted it, and now I was planning to love feeling him do it.  I
knew right then, virgin cocksucker or no, he was going to break his ass
trying to do a good job and give me the pleasure I deserved.

"Take it" I said as I let go of his chin and pushed my very hard cock down
so it was aiming directly at his mouth.  "Go on, take it."  He moved his
hands up to take hold of it but I pushed them back.  "No hands, babe.  Just
your mouth."  Then, moving his head slightly forward, he took the head in
his mouth.  I was watching closely and could see that it was a stretch for
him to even get his mouth around it.  I not only have a long cock, I have a
fat one as well.  Big and fat, just the kind that is every cocksucker's
dream.

"Okay, now suck on it" I ordered and I could feel his tongue start to move
and the saliva start to build as he began to suck.  I put my hand on the
back of his head but did not pressure him yet.  I just held it there so
he'd know I was in control.  But, oh god, did it feel good.  And it was
absolute heaven knowing that nobody'd ever had their prick in this pretty
mouth before, and knowing that this kid was anxious and willing to do
almost anything to please me.

I'm not really a patient man so it wasn't more than twenty or thirty
seconds before I gave his head a push, forcing another inch of cock into
his mouth.  "Doing good, baby.  Keep suckin."  Sucking a cock is like
falling off a horse, an automatic thing, and any young boy has got to know
what it's all about even if he hasn't actually done it before.  Jerry
seemed to fit that category because he appeared to understand the concept
pretty well; so far anyway.  "That's it, baby.  Lickin and suckin.  Lickin
and suckin."

I gave his head a push and got another inch into him and just stood there
for a couple minutes enjoying it.  "Okay now, start jerking it.  You know
what I mean.  Pretend you're jerking me off with your mouth."  He reached
up with hands again but I knocked them away.  "No hands, babe.  Not yet
anyway.  Keep suckin it and keep that tongue moving but make like I'm
fucking your mouth but you're doing it."  He was no dummy and caught on
right away by moving his head back and forth as he sucked and licked. With
light pushes against the back of his head, I helped him along in his
fucking motion.

I told you about how partial I am to a kid licking me all over, so in truth
I was hard and hot and ready, even though we'd only just started the
blowjob.  I'd been barely able to hold back and keep from cuming so I
really needed to cool off a little.

"Okay" I said as I gripped his head and pulled him back off my cock.  "Now
lick my balls for me.  Get in there and lick my balls."  I pushed his head
back in but held my cock up so he was now against my ball sack.  He went at
it like he'd been doing it all his life and it was the most natural thing
imaginable.  I let go of my cock and let it flop down against his nose, but
it didn't faze him in the least and he kept licking.  "Suck on `em too,
babe.  Lots of saliva; get `em wet."

And away he went, sucking on my balls like nobody's business.  If this kid
really was a virgin and had never done this stuff before, I was pretty damn
sure he'd had a hell of a lot of wet dreams thinking about doing it.  He
sure's hell seemed to know what to do.

I didn't jerk my cock at all while he was sucking my balls, because I was
really hot.  Really, really hot and I wasn't ready to cum quite yet.  Most
times I ejaculated at least three times with a trick, usually in the face,
in the mouth, and in the ass.  But with an inexperienced virgin like Jerry
I planned to keep it down to maybe only two.  There's only just so much you
can train a kid to do anyway, a virgin kid, on your very first fuck
session.

"Okay, game time, baby.  Get back on my cock" I said.  Putting my hands on
my hips I just watched as he licked his way up my nine inches from the base
to the tip and then took it in his mouth.  I was pleased that he didn't try
to use his hands this time, remembering that I didn't allow it.

"I'm hot and ready, babe, so go to it" I said as he started sucking again.
"Com'on, put some energy into it."  He had about two or three inches in his
mouth, and although I knew I couldn't get all nine into a beginner, I
sure's hell wasn't going to be satisfied with only three.  Putting my hand
behind his head again, I gave him a push, forcing another inch or two into
his mouth.  He tried to pull back but I held on to him for a moment.

"Now start that fucking motion again, baby.  Com'on.  Suck on it."  Then he
stopped sucking on it completely and started choking and kept trying to
pull his head back. Grabbing him by the hair, I jerked his head back.  "God
damn it, you barely got it in your mouth.  Don't be choking on it already."

"I was" he gasped.  "I was choking."

"Bullshit" I answered.  "You can do better than that.  Do it again."

"Don't push it in so far" he cried.

And that just about did it for me.  No little punk is going to tell me how
he's going to blow me.  I dragged him over to the bed and pushed him down
on his ass with his back against the bed.  Taking his hands I pulled them
up and over his head and held them on the mattress.  His head was now
backed up against the bed so he had nowhere to go as I pushed my dick back
into his face.

Holding his hands on the bed with just one of mine, I stuck all four
fingers of the other one into his mouth.  "Suck" I ordered.  He gazed up at
me with this startled look on his face, but he started to suck on my
fingers.  "Okay, that's it.  Now do the same with my prick" I said as I
pulled out my fingers and replaced them with my cock.

"Suck it" I growled at him.  We were back to square one again because I
only had maybe three inches in his mouth, but this time there would be no
escape for him when I decided to go deeper.  "Com'on, work at it,
cocksucker.  Suck on that mother."  I was really annoyed with him and he
sure's hell knew it because he started really sucking on my monster.  There
was no way I'd put up with this kind of shit from a lowly cocksucker.  I
made the decisions, not this little boy toy.

He was trying harder now but he still had at least three more inches of
cock to go before I was going to even begin to be satisfied.  I slapped his
face as I pushed another inch into him.  "Take it, cocksucker" I barked.
He made some kind of yelling sound from the slap and his eyes flew wide
open in shock, but he took it without choking this time.  He was now
sucking on about four inches, not even half of my prick which was nowhere
enough, so I slapped him again and pushed in a little further.

"Ugh, ugh" he choked so I didn't hold him there.  Rather, I started to
slowly fuck his face, going in and out so that he really didn't have much
chance to choke.  "Suck on it you motherfucker" I growled at him.  "Suck on
it."  I have to admit he was really trying.  I mean, his mouth was
stretched out around my big dong and tears were dripping down his face as
he tried to suck on it but it wasn't enough.  "Get some saliva, get some
suction and suck on the god damn thing you little shit.  Suck on it" I said
as I slapped him again.

Yeah, I know he's a beginner and I know my cock is big and fat, but no way
was I going to let a little choking get in the way of a decent blowjob.
Evidently my slaps had gotten his attention because his eyes were wide open
and the look on his face was one of pure terror, but let me tell you, he
was sucking like a trooper.

Grabbing his head and holding him still with my three or four inches in his
mouth, I stared into his eyes.  "I ain't gonna hurt you, baby" I said.
"But you gotta suck better than this.  I'll go easy on you but stop that
damn choking and try harder" I gave his head a shake.  "You hear me?"  He
nodded his head slightly.  "Okay, now suck."

So I went back to fucking his face.  I did go easy on him as I pumped
slowly in and out, in and out until I gradually got six inches into him
without any choking.  I knew I'd have to be satisfied with that from a
beginner so I just kept that slow fuck going.  But six inches in a gorgeous
young virgin mouth can be pretty wonderful, and besides he was really
struggling with it.  He was dripping with sweat and tears, and the look of
fear never left his face.  I loved it.  Hell, there ain't nothing quite
like a look of fear on a kids face when he's attached to the end of your
prick and knows it's going to end up being very painful for him if he
doesn't come through and satisfy me.

 Slowly pumping in and out, I enjoyed watching him struggle with it and it
was making me really hot.  Did I tell you I have great control?  I can cum
sometimes on a dime and other times hold out almost forever.  I'd been
holding out all this time so now I was more than ready.  Grabbing a hunk of
hair, I jerked him back off of my cock and started pumping it hard and fast
right in his face.  After about twenty seconds I pushed it back into his
mouth and it exploded, firing its first shot like a cannon into the back of
his throat.  Then shot, after shot fired over his tongue while he choked a
little and swallowed as fast as he could.  I was groaning with pleasure as
I pulled out and fired a final shot onto his upper lip.  The look of shock
on his face as it dripped down his chin was a delight.

When I finally finished, I was still holding his hair so I squeezed the
final drops of cum onto his nose and then just rubbed my big truncheon back
and forth over his face.

Now, I'm in this for my pleasure, and my tricks are there to do whatever it
takes to service me and satisfy me, but I don't really want a kid to go
away mad.  I don't want it to end up being a bad experience for them, so
I'm sometimes willing to give them a little attention if I think they need
it, to leave them with a positive feeling.

Still holding his hair, I got down on my knees and started licking my cum
off his lips and chin and kissing him.  He was responsive this time and we
really got some tongue action going.  He still had his pants on so I
quickly undid them and lifting him up slightly, jerked them off.  Taking a
good hold on his underwear I gave a good jerk and ripped them apart and
tossed them aside.  And, low and behold, his crotch was drenched with cum.
Somewhere along the way he'd cum in his pants without even touching
himself.  Hell, I knew all the time he wanted to be dominated, but this was
clear proof.

Sitting down on the floor and leaning against the bed, I pulled him onto my
lap so he was leaning back against my chest.  Sticking my hand into his
crotch and rubbing it through his cum, I then reached up and rubbed it all
over his face mixing it with mine.  "This is your cum, baby" I whispered in
his ear and stuck two fingers into his mouth.  "Your cum and my cum, baby.
All together" I said as he sucked on my fingers.

"You are one hot little number, Jerry.  You made you muscleman feel real
good" I said as I stuck out my tongue and gave his ear a lick.  Taking hold
of his cock, which was only about half hard now, I started stroking it as I
kissed and licked his neck and his ear.

"Sweet baby" I whispered as he started getting harder.  "You're going to
cum for me aren't you, babe?  Huh?  You gonna shoot your load for your
man?"

"Oh yeah" he murmured under his breath as I felt him begin to hump just
slightly against my hand.  He started groaning as I kept up the hand action
and those groans started getting louder and louder.  My own cock, which was
stuck right in his ass crack since he was sitting on my lap, was starting
to get hard again as well, but I wanted to give him his moment so I tried
to ignore it as he started gasping.

And then he came.  He'd already cum at least once in his pants, but this
was a whopper anyway, shooting at least a foot into the air on first
shot. "Oh, oh, oh" he was groaning as he blasted time after time onto his
belly.  His whole body was shaking and he kept moaning as he kept shooting.

"That was good, babe" I whispered in his ear as he relaxed and leaned back
against me.  "But you made me hard.  You wanna help me out?"  I lifted him
up bodily and set him down next to me as my prick sprang up to its full
nine inch length.  I grabbed his hand and pulled it over.  "Go ahead, baby,
and jerk me off.  Pleasure your man one more time."  And away he went.
Like any kid, he knew how to bring a guy off, and within five minutes he
had me ejaculating for the third time.

Now, back to reality.  What I just told you was just an example of the kind
of fuck session I have with a new twink and it gives you the idea of what
I'm looking for and what I expect from a typical boy toy.  I mean, this is
my life, and maybe every twink and every story is not exactly like this
one.  Some are more submissive and malleable and some are less, but I have
yet to find one that didn't leave me satisfied.  I'd been picking up new
twinks every week or so for a couple years now so, let me tell you, I've
had more than my share.

Now, back at the beginning when I started this conversation I was telling
you what I like most in a twink.  And that was all true; absolutely; every
word.  However, there was one more thing that I didn't mention which is
actually the most important feature of all.  That is experience.

I mean, I can't spend all my time training new kids on how to service a
muscle master like me even though fucking new stuff is always hot.
Obviously it's a great training program for them and they get the full
benefit of my experience on what submitting to a muscleman really means,
but I didn't plan to spend my whole life being a teacher to beginner
twinks.

So, experience!  Even though fucking a virgin, getting my big cock in there
for the very first time could be pretty damn terrific, what was even better
was fucking a kid whom I'd already trained so he knows exactly what I want
and knows how rough and demanding I can be.  A kid who is trained and is
more than willing to take whatever I give and beg for more is a treasure.
The best sex I'd ever had had been with kids who would cry and beg to be
allowed to be my slave.  I mean, there's no force involved with a
completely submissive kid, but I slap them around anyway because I like
doing it, and they love having me do it.  And choke on my cock?  Hell yes.
They all do, because I'm enormous, but that's something they expect from me
and they absolutely live for it.  They want to choke and they want to be
abused and they want to be dominated by me, and they love it.

Now let's get one thing clear.  I don't think of myself as a sadist, but
when I find a kid who is a true submissive, or one whom I've trained to be
a standout masochist, I'm always willing to fulfill their fantasies of
submitting to a demanding master.  Maybe I'm not a sadist but I'm
definitely a master and any kid who I pick up is going to learn pretty damn
quick how demanding I can be and what it means to be a my slave.  I mean,
their ain't nothing better than controlling a fawning slave boy who knows
what it means to revere a muscle god, and using him in any way I chose for
my pleasure and have him love every minute of it.

For example, take Trace.  He's probably eighteen going on nineteen because
I'd been fucking him now and then for more than a year.  Since he's been
with me multiple times the innocence is totally gone, but he more than
makes up for it in submissiveness.  I suppose he's getting a little old for
me now but when you have a perfect slave, you don't want to let him go.
Besides, he works out regularly and has very nice muscle definition, and
he's still got one of those pretty boyish faces.  I had him over last
night.

When I opened the door, he immediately fell to his knees right there in the
hallway and kissed my feet.  "I'm here to serve you, master" he said.  I
laugh every time he does that, but what a hell of a way to start a fuck
session.

But wait.  That's another story.  I'll have to tell you about that another
time.

(to be continued)

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