Note: Readers, this is a muscle story dealing with college students. So
those of you who like muscles can get ready, enjoy, and flex.


				 My Johnny
				by Manning

     We came home to my dorm room after the contest earlier tonight. 
Johnny was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans, brown loafers, a black
cap, and a red and black plaid shirt. Johnny removed his shoes and plopped 
down on the bed.  "Man, my calves hurt like hell. I just wanna drink some
beer, have a cigar, get some rest, and fuck. You got my trophy, man?",
Johnny asked. "Yeah, right here." I took my shoes off and lay next to
Johnny. He was lying down with one arm and hand behind his head while
the other one was around me. Johnny took his cap off and threw it on
the desk.
     I felt over Johnny as we were lying down. His body was super-hard
and tight. He just won our university's bodybuilding competition. Johnny
is all man: 6'2 210 lbs of rock-hard-solid muscle, 23 years old, Italian,
short black hair, brown eyes, and has a well chisled and square jaw. He
looks a little older than what he is with those tough-guy Italian
features.  His muscularity makes him sexy in his clothing because he fills
them out quite nicely. His clothes are neither tight or loose. They're
just right. My name is Rick and I'm 6'0 165 lbs defined and cut. I'm not
slouch either when it comes to a fit healthy body. I'm on the swim team.
I've got blonde hair and blue eyes. I'm 23 also.
     "You looked great at the contest, Johnny. All-perfection and essence
of man. And you say you wanna fuck? Man I could use a really good pounding
right now. You horny?", I asked.
     "Always horny, man. You need a real man to make love to ya, huh?
Yeah. I've got everything you need right here." I started rubbing all over
Johnny's torso even though he still had his shirt on. Oh yeah, I forgot to
mention that Johnny is really hot right now because he's still oiled up
and tanned from the contest. I brought my handsdown to his big crotch 
and gave a couple strokes. It was starting to bulge out like the rest of
his muscles did onstage. I took my othe hand and slipped it between the
buttons of his shirt to feel those granite hard pecs and cobblestone abs.
     "OOOoooohhh, man Shit! You love this muscleman don't you? Yeah,
squeeze those hard fucking pecs, man. Feel what a real man is like." I
felt over Johnny's biceps--like groping rocks. I couldn't handle it
anymore so I pulled out my 9 incher and stroked it. I also pulled out 
his soft 6" dick. I put it in my mouth to give him some oral stimulation.
It was working because his dick was growing and stretching. I love the way
it feels in my mouth while growing. I pulled it out and stroked it,
jacking him. His dick outreached his navel by several inches. At full
mass, Johnny's cock was a foot-long. 12" of Italian sausage. I went down
on him, giving that pole a tongue-thrasher he'll never forget and will
always keep coming back for more. "Oooooh, Rick! Man you can suck that
muscle really good. Ooohh!! AAAaaaahhhh!!! Yeah, suck that cock. Blow
that fucking dick. Yeah!!!"
     "I wanna feel and see your muscles some more, Johnny, before we go 
any further", I requested. Johnny still with his clothes on, stood up
and brought his arms up to a double biceps pose. Next came the side-chest
pose. His dick--that 12" baseball bat was sticking straight up in the air.
it was superhard, rigid, and with pulsating veins and thickness. He flexed 
his dick, making it harder and longer. "I'm gonna flex this fucker up to
13", man." And he did. I was stroking him harder and harder as he flexed
that dick. I measured him just to make sure he was up to 13" and was
ultra-hard. He continued to flex with his clothes on. Front lat-spread,
abdominals and thighs, followed by a rear lat spread and double-biceps
pose. All while flexing, his clothing would stretch as if the muscles
would rip through. As I've said, his clothing fits just right--not too
tight or too loose.
     Johnny finished posing with a most-muscular pose that made him look
like he was going to "hulk out" of his clothes. Johnny was just flexing
really hard. The tan and oil did him justice, too. Man, was he sexy and
gorgeous. He held the most-muscular for a moment then crunched out another
one, holding it even longer and harder.
     "Take em off, Johnny," I said stroking my shaft. "Oh, you wanna see
what a real man looks like, huh? Well here's your chance. Let me take my
shirt off and treat you to some real hardcore muscle posing, man." Johnny
began unbuttoning his shirt. He quickly ripped it open without tearing it
off or making the buttons pop off or loosen. He took it off his massive
frame and his 13 incher was still rigid and hard. I helped him unbutton
his jeans and he ripped them off quickly as well. I pulled the socks off
because I was going to see all of him.
     Before me, stood the ultimate college muscle-god in the world. Johnny
was oiled, tanned, hairless, chisled, sculpted, defined, striated, and
cut. he was wearing a pair of blue speedo/posing trunks. His dick softened
up again and went back into containment within the trunks. Johnny started
posing all over again. Starting off, this time, with a very powerful and 
more impressive, rock-hard most-muscular. He flexed his pecs to an
unbelievable 60" in a side-chest pose. I next saw biceps swell up to
24" in a double-biceps pose. he brought one arm down and midway across his
chest to show off the triceps. The other arm was still in a biceps pose.
Johnny kept twisting the fist, making the forearm and bicep hard like 
knots of rock. He brought his abs to tight relief and those quads were
amazing. Johnny has a 33" waist and Paul DeMayo-like quads. He turned
around and brought his arms up to a back double-biceps pose. Man, his 
back was loaded with an artillery of muscles. The arms came down for a
rear lat-spread and Christmas-tree pose. He turned to the front to show me
the lats. I saw pecs flexed even harder in this pose. Johnny turned to the
back again to show me his amazing glutes, hamstrings, and Mike Matarazzo-
like calves. He turned side-ways to a side-triceps pose. God, this guy was
hard all over. Johnny started hitting some miscellaneous chest, abs,
triceps, and biceps poses. He finished off with the Victory pose. Johnny
started smiling and gave me that tough-guy look and shaking his head,
"Yeah, you're mine now, buddy." He wasn't finished posing. He did a hands
on hip most-muscular and another crab most-muscular, where everything came
out chisled and hard. He gave me that tough-guy smile again and walked
towards me and crunched out another most-muscular. Johnny moved directly
in front of me by 2 inches and posed a most-muscular again, this time with
his arms around me and chest right before me flexed harder than reality
allowed. I was held in a most-muscular embrace. I was in heaven having
this college muscle-stud flex so hard in front of me and having felt all
over his body. The embrace was so powerful that Johnny would crush me
to death if he flexed any harder.
     Johnny pulled off me and said, "We've got another muscle to flex and
take care of, Ricky. Get down there and thrash it with your tongue, man."
I noticed his flagpole was stretching the fabric of the speedos. Finally
Johnny pulled them off and struck another abs and thighs pose--showing off
not only his 8pack abs but the foot-long muscle-monster between his legs.
Then I saw his bull-balls coming into view. "Watch this fucking massive 
muscle-dong, man!", he shouted. he flexed his hard-on back up to the 13"
shaft he displayed earlier. We had more fun to come.
	Last but not least, Johnny struck a much more powerful and
impressive most-muscular with his massive dong slapping up against his
abs. He held it for 3 minutes grunting and crying out, "Mass, man! Hardcore
fucking muscle mass, man. Like granite, iron, and steel! Muscle! Fucking
muscle all over this body, man! Suck my dick and worship this muscle. ALL
OF IT!  All this muscle everywhere, man! All muscle!!"  I rubbed all over
his body. I couldn't believe that a young man--a human could be so hard and
muscular. Johnny continued to shout, "Blow me, man. Blow me! Suck it like a
real man snow-blow this pole. Yeah get that muscle hard as
granite-steel. Johnny lay back down and started squirming with his head
rolling as I sucked him in a circular fashion. I felt a hand flow over my
hair and over my face. Now Johnny was being gentle like the lover he always
is. Up and down in a circular motion, thrashing that shaft and cockhead
with my tongue and tongue-tip. I deep throated him and the moaning got
louder,"AAAAaaaaaaahhhhh!!! AAAAAAAAaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaarrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!". He was going to cum
Then to my surprise, Johnny pulled his dick from my mouth.
     "I've got muscle all over this body. You wanna see the muscle in my
dick? Place your hand around my huge monster and hold it there. You're 
gonna arm-wrestle with this dick. I'm gonna flex it to pull your arm down
and you have to resist and pull my dick down. It's just like
arm-wrestling. Only you're going to do it wih my dick." Johnny giving a
sample of his massive dick muscle, flexed his dick out of my hand and
wagged the pecker as it stuck straight up and hard. His dick was striated
with brute muscle-force. "Get ready; here we go", Johnny told me. I
started arm wrestling with his dick and it hardly budged. He sat up,
flexed his dick, forcing it to pull my arm and hand down to the bed like
real arm-wrestling. I'm no weakling either but I used my own sheer muscle 
power and strength to pull that pecker down. He started to give but then
that pecker filled up to full strength and slammed my arm and hand down
to the bed. Johnny won the match. I couldn't believe the muscle-power of
that dick of his. "YYYYeeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!! You and no one can 
compete with a brute muscle-cock!"
    Johnny grabbed me pecker and sucked me dry. I just couldn't wait to
cum. He sucked for 2 minutes before I came. I just couldn't hold back.
Seeing this man's body and power made me blast his mouth full of jism.
He got up and ripped my clothes off me and left a huge hickey on my neck.
He sucked my chest-nipples and abs before smacking my ass. Johnny threw me
down on the bed and jumped on top of me with his huge muscled frame
growling, "Yeah, man. Got this huge muscleman monster on top of you.
Feel and see all this brute muscle and strength." I felt over his hard,
relaxed back and lats. Johnny had me in total domination. Then I heard and
felt a crushing-crunching. While on top of me, Johnny crunched out a most-
muscular while on top of me. I was being held in the most-muscular embrace
again. I thought Johnny was going to crush me and the twin-sized bed to
dust. After all, he he has the muscle to do it. As muscled as he is, my
dick balsted another load on him. Johnny reached down to lick off my
cream. Johnny lifted me off the bed and positioned himself to fuck me
standing up. He pushed that 13"pole in me and started pumping. This guy
has staying power. He fucked me hard and fast without letting up for a 
moment. He grunted and flexed hard for a good 25 minutes. "Oh shit! I'm
ready man! Gonna blow my cream all over. Yeah!!! OH!!! AAArrrggghhh!!!
Watch OOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!"
Johnny came in massive torrents of manhood globs of cream. I thought he'd
never stop cumming. My body was white from all the cum. "OOoohhhh!!!!!
Here it comes again!!!!!! AAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Shit, man I can't stop! I can't stop cumming, man. C-c-c-c-c-can't 
s-s-s-stooooppppp!!!!!" Johnny continued to cum for a good 5 minutes
straight. "Can't stop cumming, man. Can't stop cumming." His orgasm ended
and his breathing was heavy. "Yeah, man. Take your vitamins, supplements,
and keep up the protein intake, you'll cum just like that."  Johnny flexed
his chest. I noticed that his chest was so pumped that the nipples were
striated and muscular to the tip. He crawled back on top of me with that
Italian and tough-guy looking smile and kissed me passionately. I felt
over his huge chisled back. We got up to shower. In the shower we gave
each other a warm caress and massage. Our hands and lips went back into 
the physical exploration we shared earlier. I washed the tanning oil off 
Johnny so that he won't ruin my bed-sheets when we'd go to bed. He struck
a few more poses in the shower. We came back to my room and got dressed 
to go out to the bars where the rest of the competitors were to have a 
victory celebration and some drinks. After we left, we returned home to 
my room, got undressed, and went to bed in a warm and muscular embrace.
"I've got more muscle-sex for you, man, if you want it", Johnny told me.
"And I'll get it when I want Johnny. Right Johnny-boy? Love ya, man",
I told him. "Love ya, too, Rick." And fro there I felt his body flex.
It's wonderful to have a 210 lb Italian muscleman love and protect me in
his big strong arms and take care of me with that big 13" dick. We love
each other more than anything. And we're off to sleep.