Date: Mon, 9 Aug 1999 00:04:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Keith Bennett <h_talespinner@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tales from the Weight Room 8

The following contains material of an adult nature, specifically consensual
sexual contact between men. If you do not wish to be exposed to such
material, or are legally prohibited from doing so, DO NOT PROCEED. Certain
acts depicted do not conform to safe sex guidelines.  The first part of
this story takes place in the late seventies, before the AIDS epidemic, and
should be viewed from that perspective.

Tales from the Weight Room
by K.W. Bennett

Chapter 8: The Competitive Edge.

    We lay basking in the afterglow for a while, then decided to call it a
night.  We dropped Ian off at his house, then Jordan at his.
    As we approached my house I could see my father's car parked in the
driveway.

"Shit!" I said.

"What's the matter?" asked Dan.

"My Dad's home. He must've finished the job early, we weren't expecting him
for another two weeks."

"What's the big deal?"

"It depends. If he's been home for a while, he'll be drunk and itching for
a fight. If he got in late he'll still be relatively sober and I'll get off
with a 'burning the candle at both ends' speech."

"When you say a fight, what do you mean?"

"I mean a fight. He'll start giving me shit the minute I walk through the
door. Then, depending on my response, I'll either be up the rest of the
night listening to a catalogue of my crimes, or he'll beat the shit out of
me."

"He'll beat you up!!!!?"

"Won't be the first time, or the last. We don't see eye to eye on pretty
much everything, and he knows what buttons to push to set me off.  If I get
angry and defensive, or try to leave the room, he starts pushing me around
and we end up in a scrap.  I've tried everything I can think of to avoid
it, but it always ends up happening."

    Dan turned off the engine.

"I can't let you go in there, not if he's gonna beat you up."

"My hero!  Thanks for the concern, but if I don't come home tonight it'll
only make it worse.  He probably saw us pull up and if I don't go in, I
don't want to think what he'll do to me when I finally do go home."

"I just don't want you getting hurt!"

"I know, and I love you for it, but it's too late to avoid it now.  If I'm
lucky and I can control myself, I'll only have to put up with a lecture.
Do me a favour?"

"What?"

"Bring 'Heaven' here to school tomorrow.  If he keeps me up all night I'll
need somewhere to catch a little sleep."

"Alright.  I'll be in the parking lot outside the Boy's Entrance at seven
o'clock.  You can get a couple of hours of sleep before first period.  Be
careful!"

"I will."

    I opened the door to leave and Dan leaned forward.

"What!?  No good-night kiss?"

"He's probably watching.  I love you."

"I love you too.  See you in the morning."

"Bye."

    I stepped out of the van and watched Dan drive away.  As I walked up
the driveway I saw the curtains on the front room window move.  I was
silently grateful I hadn't kissed Dan good-night, as it was now clear we
had been observed.
    I steeled myself for the coming ordeal as I approached the back door of
the house.  I took the house key from my pocket, but before I could put it
in the lock the door flew open.
    My father leaned out and grabbed me by the collar.  He yanked me
through the door and slammed it behind me.

"Where have you been you fat fuck!!?  Do you know what time it is?  Your
mother's been worried sick!"

    I could see my mother sitting at the kitchen table in her night-dress
with a haggard look on her face.  I knew that look wasn't caused by my late
arrival, and my worst fears were confirmed.
    He had to have been home for quite a while to put that look of fear and
worry on her face.  He pulled me into the kitchen and I saw the bottle of
rum with only one quarter of its contents left.  I knew then that there was
no way I could escape a beating.

"I'm sorry Mom, Dad.  I was working on a project with a couple of guys from
school and we lost track of time.  I didn't want to phone cause it was late
and I thought you'd be in bed."

"Don't bother lying!  She phoned all your friends hours ago and you weren't
there!  Just where the fuck were you?"

"We were parked in a van down by the lake."

"Who's van?"

"Dan."

"You don't have any friends named Dan!"

"He's in my History class.  I've known him for a while, but I don't usually
hang around with him.  The teacher chose the groups for the project and he
was one of the guys in my group."

"So how come you were working in the van and not at somebody's house?"

"The van's rigged up inside like a camper, and Dan suggested we work there.
The other guys thought it would be cool, and I went along."

"Bullshit!!"

"It's the truth!"

"You were probably boozing it up or smoking that shit you kids are so fond
of!  I'd accuse you of screwing around with some girl, only you're such an
ugly fat fuck I don't think any girl in her right mind would have anything
to do with you!"

"I swear, we were in a van down by the lake.  We moved to a different park
after the storm got too bad."

"You're a lying sack of shit and an idiot to boot!  Is that the best you
could come up with?  Do you think I was born yesterday!  DO YOU!!?"

He let go of my collar and slapped me hard on the face.

"That's for lyin' to me!"

He punched me in the stomach and I doubled over in pain.

"That's for bein' late!"

My mother half stood and said.

"Bill..."

"Shut up you pathetic cow!  You're too easy on these little bastards and
that's why they push you around!  God knows what they get up to when I'm
gone!  Well, I'm home now and it's time they learned the Boss is back!"

I was still doubled over, so he brought his knee up and kicked me on the
chin.

"And that's for tryin' to pawn off that cock-and-bull story about the van
on me as if I was some kind of idiot!"

    The impact of his knee on my chin caused me to bite my lip and I began
to bleed.  He knocked me to the floor and started kicking me in the
stomach.
    My mother leaped from her chair and tried to pull him away.  He
back-handed her, and she fell back heavily in the chair.

"Now stay there you bitch!  It's time this fat shit learned he can't make a
fool out of me!"

    I tried to back away, but he continued to kick at me.  I was scared,
but angry at the way he was treating my mother.
    He launched another kick at me and I grabbed his leg, pulling back
hard.  He lost his equilibrium and fell heavily to the floor.
    I got to my feet as quickly as I could and backed into a corner.  He
lay stunned on the floor. The fall had taken some of his breath away, but
he was also shocked at my unprecedented defence of myself.
    He attempted to sit up, but the combination of shock and his drunken
state made this a difficult task.
    He fixed me with a look of hatred and said,

"I'm gonna beat you so badly you won't be able to move!  How dare you raise
your hand to me?  I've fed you and kept a roof over your head!  How dare
you do this to me? You ungrateful bastard! When I get up off this floor
you'll rue the day you were born!  God knows I do!!"

    He was slowly rising to a sitting position.  I put my foot out and
pushed him back to the floor without even thinking about it.
    He lay there, shocked that I wasn't cowering in fear at his threats.
The vulnerability of his position slowly became clear to him, and I could
see fear and hatred battling behind his eyes.
    I had no intention of taking advantage of the situation beyond
defending myself and my mother, but he was incapable of understanding that.
    I had been aware for some time that he had a fear of being turned on
and beaten by me.  He was always quick to remind me of his fighting prowess
whenever we were engaged in a heated argument.
    Whenever his friends came to the house he encouraged them to recount
the stories of his drunken brawls in the places they had worked together.
    It was his worst nightmare to find himself on the floor at my mercy,
and I could not see any way to bring things back from the brink without
further violence.
    I decided to rely on the lateness of the hour and the large amount of
alcohol he had consumed.

"I don't want to hurt you." I said. "You're drunk and not in any state to
be reasonable.  If I let you up, you'll come at me and probably make good
on your threats."

"Oh...I'll get up all right!  You'll wish you'd killed me before I'm done
with you!"

    He tried to sit up and I pushed him back down with my foot.

"You're tired. You've been driving all day and you've had three quarters of
a forty ouncer of rum. You'll fall asleep before you get up enough energy
to stop me from pushing you back down. You better get used to the idea.
I'm not gonna let you up, and you can't force your way back up. Go to
sleep!  I told you I'm not going to hurt you, so lie back and sleep it
off!"

"Help me up honey!" he said sweetly to my Mom, "I just want to go to bed."

"No Bill.  If you get up off that floor I know what you'll do and I don't
want any part of it.  Keith's right!  Go to sleep!"

"You traitorous whore!!  I should've known you'd take his side!  You'll
love watching him kick the shit out of me.  Won't you?"

"He's not going to do anything of the kind!  He's had plenty of time to do
that and he hasn't.  I'll get you a pillow so you can be more comfortable."

    She got up and went into the bedroom.  He looked up at me and spit. As
a testament to his lack of energy, the wad of saliva didn't make it past
his chest.  He made an effort to sit up quickly but I easily pushed him
down again.

"Let me up you fat bastard!  I'm gonna go to bed."

"I don't think so. The minute you're on your feet you'll start hitting me
again.  I've heard enough stories from your friends to know you could still
beat me up, drunk as you are.  I'm not as stupid as you think I am."

"No you're not stupid.  Just a coward!  Only a coward would take advantage
of a man when he's down."

"Whatever you say. I'm a coward. Call me whatever you want.  You're not
getting up from that floor, and you're not gonna goad me into a fight.

"You have to let me up sometime."

"True, but after you've slept off the booze you either won't remember any
of this, or you'll take a different view in the sober light of day."

"I'm never going to forget this, and you'll pay for humiliating me!"

"Maybe, but you're drunk now. You're a different person when you're
sober. You've never beaten me when you were sober, and I can accept any
punishment based on reason rather than drunken rage."

"What if I kick you out?"

"Then I'll go.  If that's what you and Mom agree on."

"Your mother doesn't enter into this."

"Oh yes she does!" said my mother, re-entering the room. "He's my son as
well as yours, and you're not going to do anything without my approval!"

"Shut up you cunt!  I bring in the money, I decide who lives under my
roof!"

"Wrong again, Dad!" I said "She's been working for the last three years.
Besides, under the law she owns half so she has equal say.  If she ever
sued you for divorce, I'm sure the brutality we've all suffered might just
skew things in her favour!"

"You conniving pricks! You're gonna screw me out of every-thing! You've
planned this all along!"

    He tried to sit up and I pushed him down again.

"Nobody's gonna screw anybody out of anything.  I'm just pointing out the
facts to you. You aren't the only one with power here.  I'll abide by any
reasonable decision the both of you make.  I won't submit to your
autocratic bullshit anymore. You're on that floor because you thought you
had the right to do whatever you damn well pleased, and while I won't take
advantage of your vulnerability by beating you like you beat me, I'll be
damned if I'm gonna listen to any more of your chest beating bullshit!"

"Go to Hell!!!"

"Snappy comeback!  Do you want this pillow or are you gonna be stubborn?"

"I don't need anything from you!"

"Suit yourself! You might as well go to bed Mom. You've got to go to work
in the morning.  I'll stay here until he goes to sleep.  I'll dump the
liquor then head for school.  It's almost Four now, and I figure he's got a
couple of hours left before I'll believe he's asleep."

"Are you sure about this Keith?"

"No, but what choice do I have?  If I let him up he'll kill me.  I know
he'll fall asleep eventually and I'd rather face the consequences when he
isn't in a murderous, drunken, rage.  I'm gonna make arrangements to stay
with a friend for a couple of days.  I'll phone you tomorrow."

    Mom gave me a kiss on the cheek and threw a disgusted look at my
father. She left the room and he began a litany of profanity and threats,
interspersed with feeble attempts to get up off the floor.  I managed to
push him back down each time, and eventually he was raving in a low voice
that soon tapered down to nothing.
    The first time I thought he had fallen asleep, I pretended to turn
around.  His arm shot out and grabbed at my leg.  I easily side-stepped his
hand and resumed watching him closely.
    He began breathing rhythmically, and I reached out to take the bottle
of rum from the table.  He grabbed my leg and looked up at me with a wicked
smile, pulling himself up from the floor by my pants leg.
    I leaned down and put my hand in the middle of his chest, pushing him
back down.  I disentangled his arm from my leg with my other hand, and knew
from the lack of resistance he was not really trying.
    He fell back onto the floor exhausted, and was soon asleep for real.  I
took the pillow my mother had brought and placed it under his head.  I
emptied the remainder of the rum into the sink, and performed the same
action with the contents of the liquor cabinet.
    His bags were still on the couch in the living room, a clear indication
he had been drinking since he walked through the door.  I found two
unopened bottles of rum, and poured them down the sink as well.
    I went to my room and packed a bag with enough clothes to last for at
least three days.  I looked at my watch and discovered it was a quarter to
six. I left through the front door of the house and locked it behind me.
    I was tired and sore.  My bottom lip was swollen, and I felt nauseous.
The walk up the hill was pure agony and I was ready to collapse when I
reached the school.
    There was still more than an hour before Dan was scheduled to arrive so
I went to the SAC office to clean up my face as best as I could.
    My lip was still swollen, and both my eyes were black and blue.  I
looked like a fat-lipped racoon!
    The tension I had been feeling since I got out of Dan's van finally
broke.  I fell back into the chair behind my desk and burst out laughing.
This quickly turned to sobs and low moans, finally a numbness settled over
me and I lapsed into silence.
    I turned my chair to face the window and watched the rosy glow of dawn
over the football field change from red to gold, then the brilliance of
early morning.
    I thought about the events of the last few days.  The changes my life
had undergone.
    I had awakened on Friday morning a lonely gay teen, firmly ensconced in
my suburban closet. Alone, but not unhappy.  By Monday evening I was
involved in a three way relationship with two hot muscle jocks and had
discovered I was lusted after by my Social Convenor.  Who, in all
probability, was going to join our little menage as a fourth partner.
    I reflected on the series of occurrences which had brought all this
about and found myself in agreement with the person who coined the phrase;
"The universe is not only stranger than we imagine, it is stranger than we
can imagine."
    I glanced at my watch and was surprised to see it was five past seven.
Knowing that Dan's chronic tardiness would make it unlikely he would be
waiting, I still decided to head for the parking lot to wait for him.
    To my amazement, he was not only there, but was standing in front of
the van with his back to me scanning the top of my street for signs of my
arrival.
    I crept up behind him and said,

"It really must be love to make you arrive on time!"

    He turned quickly, but the smile died on his face when he saw the
condition I was in.

"That bastard!  What did he do to you?"

"Nothing that he didn't get back tenfold.  At least that's what I estimate
the condition of his ego will be when he wakes up.  I'll tell you the
details later.  I'm exhausted, so point me to the bed and let me get some
sleep."

    Dan opened the van's sliding door, and I briefly noted the absence of
any traces of last night's activities as I stumbled onto the bed and fell
into a deep sleep.

        I awoke to the sound of voices and the feeling of someone's arm
around my neck.
    I opened my eyes to see Jordan and Ian sitting on the foot of the bed.
My head was resting on Dan's chest, and he was holding me in his arms,
sound asleep.
    My face and stomach were sore, and I felt dizzy.

"What time is it?" I asked.

    Ian looked at his watch and said,

"About quarter after four."

"Shit! I slept all day.  I missed all my classes."

"Well, aren't we the little browner!" said Jordan, laughing.

"You don't understand.  I had a presentation due today and I as much as
promised Coop yesterday that I'd be there."

    Ian leaned forward and put his hand on my leg.

"Don't worry Keith, I talked to Coop this afternoon and he understands.
Your mother called this morning and told the secretary you wouldn't be in
for a couple of days."

"How did she know?"

"Your sister called her when she found out you weren't in first period."

"What did Mom tell them?"

"She told them you had stomach flu. Coop told me to tell you not to worry
about the presentation. He asked me to say he hopes you'll be on your feet
soon.  In fact, pretty well everybody said the same thing, teachers and
kids who know you. You're in pretty rough shape. What happened?"

    I looked up at Dan and he was still sound asleep.

"I'm gonna wait until Dan wakes up to tell the whole story.  I was so
exhausted this morning I passed out as soon as I got in the van.  How long
has he been out?"

"About a half hour" said Jordan, "he's been here all day.  Wouldn't go to
class cause he didn't want you to wake up alone.  He really loves you, you
know."

"I know.  We haven't known each other for very long, but I love him too.  I
can't explain it, I just know I do.  How long have you guys been here?"

"I had a spare last period, so I've been here since two.  Ian came by after
his last class. We both dropped in at lunch time."

"How did you know I was here?"

"I went to the SAC office this morning and found your bag behind the desk."
said Ian "I went looking for you and saw the van in the parking lot.  I
came over, and Dan told me about your Dad.  He asked me to call Jordan."

"I came over right away." said Jordan "I couldn't believe it when I saw
you.  I offered to stay, but Dan said it might look strange if we all
didn't show up today and I agreed with him."

"Thanks guys.  I can't tell you how much this means to me."

"No problem." said Jordan "We love you too, and want to do whatever we
can."

    I carefully moved Dan's arms and sat up.  He stirred but didn't wake
up.  I turned to Jordan,

"I think I need some fresh air, it's kinda close in here.  Can you drive
this boat?"

    Jordan laughed,

"Sure can.  Where do you want to go?"

"Well, I don't think it would be smart to be seen here.  Let's go down to
the park.  It's close and we can find somewhere private."

"You want to stop and get some food?"

"Nah.  My stomach's still a little queasy.  Maybe later."

"OK"

    Jordan moved to the front of the van after taking the keys from Dan's
pants pocket.  We left the school and drove down to the park we had visited
the night before.
    Jordan parked the van in a secluded corner of the farthest lot, then
joined us on the bed.

"What do you want to do now?"

"Let's open the windows to let in some air.  Just a bit though, I'd like to
take a walk down the beach if there's no-one around."

"It's a little early for the regular crowd.  They usually don't show up
until it starts getting dark."

"Great.  I'll write a note for Dan in case he wakes up while we're gone,
then we can go for a walk."

    I left the note on the counter, we locked the van and headed off down
the beach.
    The park was man-made in the late sixties and was situated at the foot
of a series of cliffs fronting on the lake.  Tons of earth were dumped into
the lake creating the foundation for the park.  Large piles of rock and
boulders were put around the headlands of the landfill, and small beaches
of sand led down to the water on the unexposed areas.
    The natural beaches still existed on either side of the park, and it
was along one of these that Jordan, Ian and I took our walk.
    After five minutes of walking we could no longer see the park behind us
as we had moved around one of the many protruding cliffs.
    We walked in silence for a while then Ian asked Jordan,

"Why don't you finish that story you were telling me before Keith woke up?
It'll take our minds off our problems, and I'm really curious."

"What story is this?" I asked.

    Jordan blushed.

"Oh, I was telling Ian about a little encounter I had with one of my
competitors at the body building competition last year."

"Sounds interesting.  Just the thing I need to keep from brooding about my
Dad.

"OK then, here goes..."

    Jordan explained the events leading up to the encounter.
    He had arrived at the auditorium and Dan went to find a seat in the
audience.  Jordan went to the dressing room to change and weigh in.
    The room was packed with other competitors in various stages of
undress.
    Some were in their posing briefs applying oil to their bodies, others
were gathered around a scale being weighed and issued their papers and ID
numbers.
    Jordan found an empty spot in front of an open locker and put his bag
down.
    He began to undress, when he felt a nudge from behind.  Thinking it was
Dan come to wish him luck, he turned around smiling.
    Instead of a grinning Dan, Jordan was confronted by a teen almost his
own size, with long black hair, and grey eyes.

"Hey asshole!"  the stranger said "That's my space."

"That's funny.  I don't see anybody's name on it, so you must be mistaken."

    The stranger grabbed Jordan's shirtfront.

"Listen shithead, everybody here knows this is where I change!  I've
changed in the same spot for the last three years and I ain't gonna find a
new one now.  You're new here so I won't take it out of your hide this
time, if you're smart and clear out now!"

    He let go of Jordan's shirt, reached down and swept everything off the
bench onto the floor.

"Now pick up your shit and piss off."

    Jordan was dumb-founded at the stranger's hostility, but wasn't about
to back off from the confrontation.  He knew even a little distraction
could destroy a winning performance.  He glared defiantly into the
stranger's eyes and said,

"I'm not gonna pick that up.  You are!"

    Jordan reached up and put his arm behind the stranger's head, pulling
down swiftly.  The stranger was taken off guard and was actually leaning
forward until he began to resist.
    A competition official noticed the two teens and swiftly moved in.

"Hey, break it up you two!  You know better than to start that shit in here
Carlos.  And you.  What's your name again kid?"
 

"Jordan"

"And you Jordan.  You're new so maybe you don't know how superstitious some
of these guys can be.  Carlos here has won his class three years running
and he always changes in the same spot."

    Jordan bristled.

"I got here first!  Maybe if he'd been a little more considerate instead of
marching over and bellowing in my ear I'd consider moving, but I'm not
going anywhere now!"

    The official looked at his watch.

"I don't have time for this.  I've got shit to do for the opening
ceremonies.  You two sort this out between yourselves.  I don't care how
you do it, as long as you don't have a fist fight.  First one who throws a
punch gets booted out of the competition."

    The official waved an admonitory finger at the two teens and hurried
off.  The stranger, Carlos, turned to Jordan and said,

"Well, how do you want to settle this, pencil neck?"

"Nothing to settle.  I got here first, you can fuck off!"

"Uh-uh.  You heard the man.  It's not that simple."

"Well what do you suggest?"

"See that room back there?"

"Yeah."

"Let's go in there.  We'll have a little pose down.  Winner takes all.
Loser drops out of the contest."

"Wait a minute..."

"C'mon big man!  Put your muscles where your mouth is!  Afraid you'll
lose?"

"No way!  I can beat your sorry ass on my worst day!  Who's gonna judge?"

    Carlos looked around and saw a kid sitting by the weight scale not
doing anything in particular.  The guy was wearing a pass indicating he was
a contest official.  Carlos motioned him over.

"You busy?"  Carlos asked.

"Nah.  They always overbook these things.  I'm just hangin around waitin
for something to do."

"This guy and me got a score to settle.  We're gonna do a pose down and we
need a judge.  Interested?"

"Why not?  Beats sittin in the corner doin nothin."

    Carlos turned to Jordan.

"Grab your stuff asshole, and follow me!"

    The three teens made their way to a small room at the back of the
changing area.  Carlos opened the door and flicked on the lights.
    The room was small, about twenty feet square.  Three walls were covered
with floor to ceiling mirrors, and the floor was covered with grey gym
mats.  There were three chairs in a corner, and the kid grabbed one and put
it in front of the door.
    He turned the lock on the door handle, then sat down.

"OK guys.  I don't know what this is about, but let's set some ground
rules.  Here's the routine.  Double Biceps, Vacuum, Back Biceps, Side Chest
and Tris, Lats. We'll have a pose down at the end.  Keep your mouths shut.
I don't wanna listen to any crap.  First guy that says one word after we
start forfeits.  OK?"

"OK." said Jordan.

"Fine with me." said Carlos.

"Good.  Now strip down to your skivvies and we'll get this over with."

    Carlos went to one corner of the room and Jordan to the other.  They
removed their street clothes, and soon both were standing in their white
cotton briefs.
    Jordan reached down and twisted the sides of his underwear, forming
them into a close approximation of a pair of posing trunks.  Not to be
outdone, Carlos followed suit.
    Jordan eyed the other teen's body with interest.  The other boy was
well built, but Jordan estimated they were roughly even in development.
    Carlos' biceps looked to be about 17", his chest about 45-46", tapering
down to a 30" waist.  His long black hair was tied in a ponytail which hung
down about six inches below his neck.
    Jordan glanced at Carlos' crotch, and noted the kid was packing a
pretty hefty piece of equipment in the white cotton.
    He pushed that thought ruthlessly aside and reminded himself not to be
distracted again.

"Who's first?" asked Jordan.

    The official pulled a quarter out of his pocket and flipped it in the
air.  When he had slapped it on his palm, he said,

"Call it Jordan."

"Heads."

"Tails.  Carlos you go first."

    Carlos moved to the centre of the room, and Jordan took up a position
beside the official's chair.

"OK.  Now." said the official.

    Carlos locked eyes with Jordan and began the routine.  He cycled
through the required poses, never taking his eyes off Jordan's.
    Jordan had intended to purposefully ignore the other teen's routine
completely as a sign of confidence, but after his eyes met Carlos' it
became a point of pride not to look away and appear weak.
    Carlos finished, and Jordan exchanged places with him, their eyes still
locked together.

"Go!" said the kid.

    Jordan performed the routine, staring into Carlos' eyes.  For a moment
he could swear there was more than hostility in the grey orbs, but ignored
the implications that might have and concentrated on his performance.
    He finished the poses and Carlos joined him in the centre of the room.

"That was great guys." said the official, pulling a stopwatch from his
pocket. "Now for the pose down.  I'll give you five minutes.  Go!"

    For the next five minutes the two teens ran through the gamut of
competition poses.  One would strike a pose and the other would step in
front and match it, angling the centre of attention away from his
competitor.  The action stayed within a confined space in the centre of the
room, and at points appeared to be some ritualistic dance performed by
barbarian warriors seeking approval and recognition.
    Several times the two slabs of hard teen muscle would brush against one
another.  Jordan's arm brushed against Carlos' basket during a pose change,
and he could have sworn that Carlos was sporting the beginnings of an
erection.
    The official clicked his stopwatch and announced the pose down was
finished.  The two teens relaxed and stood in the centre of the room
waiting for the verdict.
    The kid stood looking from one to the other for a minute or so then
said,

"Well guys, I hate to say this, but I just can't make any decision.  You're
both built about the same, and you obviously know your stuff cause your
routines were practically flawless.  Jordan's a little more cut than
Carlos, but it's not enough to tip the scale one way or the other.  Sorry,
but I have to say that in my mind you're too evenly matched to call it
anything but a draw."

    Both teens were visibly disappointed, and Jordan said,

"It's OK kid.  You did your best, but it just leaves us back where we
started."

"Yeah," said Carlos "thanks for trying, but I guess we'll have to figure
something else out."

    The official looked at his watch,

"Shit!  I've gotta be out front in five minutes.  You guys better resolve
this soon.  You've got twenty minutes left to weigh in and get registered.
I gotta run.  Don't do anything stupid."

    He unlocked the door and left the room.  Jordan turned to Carlos.

"What now?"

"We don't have enough time to figure out something new, let alone do it.
We can't miss check in or we're screwed.  Tell you what, seeing as the kid
called it a draw, let's share the locker.  I've spent too much time
preparing for this to piss it all away over something trivial.  If there'd
been a clear winner it would have been different.  What do you say?"

    Jordan was surprised at the change in attitude, but decided not to push
it.

"Sounds good to me."

"OK.  But I'm still gonna kick your ass out on the stage!"

    Jordan ignored the last comment, and the two muscle boys collected
their stuff, exited the room and returned to the empty locker.
    Ten minutes later, they had changed, oiled up, weighed in and
registered.  They were standing on opposite sides of the room, psyching
themselves up, when an official announced it was time to line up to go on
stage.
    There were ten other competitors in their class, and they lined up
according to number.  The first teen was sent to the stage, then returned a
short time later. One by one the others followed the same procedure until
it was time for the final pose down.
    Jordan found himself next to Carlos on the stage, and after the pose
down they were still standing next to one another.
    The MC announced the finalists, and soon Jordan, Carlos, and another
teen were standing by themselves.
    The next few minutes were a blur for Jordan.  The other boy was awarded
third place, and Carlos came in second.  Jordan was introduced and
proclaimed the winner!
    He approached the podium and accepted the trophy and congratulations of
the sponsor's representatives.  He posed for pictures and was led off the
stage.
    When he got to the dressing room, Dan was waiting with a big smile on
his face.  He let out a victory shout when he saw Jordan and drew him into
a congratulatory hug.

"I knew you'd do it!  None of those guys came close!  That Carlos guy might
have been a problem, but his compulsory routine stank!  He looked
distracted, and had to collect himself half-way through."

    Jordan looked at the locker he was sharing with Carlos and saw the big
teen sitting on the bench staring at his second place trophy on the floor.
    With the competition over and his victory assured, Jordan couldn't help
feeling a little sorry for the guy who had caused him so much trouble.  He
looked back at Dan.

"Thanks buddy!  I need a little time to get my head around all this.  I
still feel a little detached, like it's all happening to someone else.
I've gotta shower n' change.  Why don't I meet you at your place in a
couple of hours?"

"You OK Jordy?"

"Yeah, I just feel kinda numb.  Must be shock or something."

"Sure.  I'll take off and let you get cleaned up.  See you in a couple of
hours.  Congratulations again."

    Dan hugged Jordan one more time then set out for the parking lot.
Jordan approached the locker where Carlos was sitting.
    Carlos looked up and gave him a wan smile.

"I guess I oughta congratulate you."

"Thanks.  What's up?  You look like something's bothering you besides
coming in second."

"There is.  You ever hear of the Competitive Edge?"

"Sure.  It's anything that gives you that one little advantage over the
opposition."

"Right.  Well, when I started all that shit over the locker, that's what I
was trying to do.  Make you recognize my dominance so it would fuck you up
later."

"I see."

    The room was beginning to fill up with people.  They were changing,
getting ready to shower, or standing around gabbing.  Carlos looked around.

"I don't want to talk about this in here.  Let's go in the other room."

    Jordan didn't see any reason to say no, so the two boys went into the
room where they had squared off earlier in the day.
    Carlos turned on the lights and locked the door.  He turned and faced
Jordan.

"What I'm trying to say is that I guess it backfired."

"How?"

"When I suggested the pose down I thought it would be a great way to
humiliate you and gain the Edge.  It was all working out great until after
we ran through our routines."

"What happened then?"

"I realized I wasn't going to be able to psyche you out, so I was looking
for something else to do."

"And?"

"And....and......"

    Carlos leaned forward and kissed Jordan on the mouth.

"And the only thing I could think about was how much I wanted to touch
you!"

    Jordan was taken aback by the kiss and the startling confession.  He
searched Carlos' eyes for some kind of trick, but there was no escaping the
look of lust on the boy's face and behind his eyes.
    Jordan put his hand on Carlos' chest and held the teen at arm's length.

"So you're saying you lost the competition because you wanted to screw
around with me?"

"Yes!  I couldn't get you out of my mind!  I can't explain it.  It's never
happened to me before.  Sure. I like guys.  I guess I'm queer.  It's just
that I never let it affect me.  I've used it to gain the Edge, but I didn't
consider that it would ever get in my way."

"And now?"

"And now I know that sometimes you get the bear, and sometimes the bear
gets you!"

"This is a helluva way to learn that lesson!"

"That's for damn sure!"

    Jordan stepped forward and kissed Carlos.

"I oughta leave you standing here, frustrated as hell, after the shit you
tried to pull on me.  But I'm feeling pretty damn good and I've gotta admit
you're one hot dude!"

    Carlos snaked his arms around Jordan's neck and pulled him into a
closer embrace.  Their tongues began probing one another's mouths and their
hands moved up and down over their oiled bodies.
    Jordan cupped his hand under the bulge in Carlos' posing trunks and
began squeezing the dark teen's nylon encased cock.
    It felt huge through the fabric, so Jordan knelt down and slowly
removed Carlos' trunks.  He pulled them down and off, then returned his
attention to the object of his curiosity.
    Jordan couldn't believe his eyes.  Standing out from a clipped and
shaved patch of jet black pubic hairs was Carlos' ten and a half inch cock!
It was uncut, and the foreskin was bunched up behind the swollen purple
head.
    Carlos' overall complexion was dark, but the skin on his equipment was
darker, almost brown.  The ball sack was shaved, and hung low beneath his
behemoth cock.  This was due to the almost plum sized balls which it
encased.
    Jordan sat back on his heels in awe.

"Man!  That's one helluva huge piece of meat!"

"Thanks, now let's have a look at yours."

    Carlos pulled him up and removed Jordan's trunks.

"Yours is nothing to complain about.  I don't think I've ever seen such a
perfectly proportioned dick."

    Jordan laughed.

"Well now that we've opened the meeting of the Mutual Admiration Society,
let's get down to business."

    They lay down on the mats in a sixty-nine position with Carlos on the
bottom.  Jordan took the base of Carlos' massive cock in his hand and began
to run his tongue over the exposed glans.  Carlos followed suit, then began
to suck on Jordan's eight inch prick.
    Jordan licked his way down to the plum sized nuts and back up to the
head, throwing in a few playful bites along the way.  Carlos was moaning
and squirming in delight as he sucked on Jordan's love muscle.
    Jordan slicked up his index finger and began to probe Carlos'
sphincter.  Carlos popped Jordan's dick out of his mouth and said,

"Shit man!  That feels great!  Nobody's ever played with my butt hole
before."

"If you like that, you'll love this."

    Jordan leaned forward and began tonguing the rosebud, licking and
pushing against the pink hole.  Carlos went berserk.

"Holy Shit!!!  I-I-I-I-I.....d-d-d-d-do'n't stop!!!  I ne-I ne-I never knew
it could be this g-g-g-g-o-o-ood."

    Jordan slicked up his index finger and gently pushed it into the big
teen's hole.

"Oh yeah!  OH YEAH!!!!  That f-f-f-f-feels-s-s-s-s-s-o-o-o-o go-o-o-o-ood!
Gimme more!  MORE!!

    Jordan inserted his finger up to the knuckle and began a slow finger
fuck.  He allowed Carlos time to adjust, then pulled out and inserted two
fingers.  He repeated the procedure one more time, ending up with his three
fingers slowly moving in and out of the tight pink hole.
    Carlos abandoned all pretence of sucking on Jordan's cock.  He began
kneading Jordan's ass cheeks and moaning loudly.

"So f-f-f-f-f-full!  So-o-o-o-o-o nic-c-c-c-c-ce!  Fuck me man!  Fuck me
with those hot fingers."

    He began slapping Jordan's ass.  Lightly at first, then with more force
when Jordan began grunting his approval.

"That's it!  Slap my hard butt!  Make it red.  Make me feel it!  Get it
ready for your hot muscle cock!"

    Carlos stopped his ministrations and said,

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Right in one, Stud.  The minute I saw that crippler of yours I knew I had
to have it in my ass!"

"But...I mean...No one's...I've never...Shit Jordan!  Won't it hurt?"

"Not if we can find something to grease it up good with!  Oh, and call me
Jordy."

"OK.  But Jordy, I don't know what to do!"

    Jordan pulled his fingers from Carlos' ass and sat up to face the
obviously confused and reluctant teen.  He reached out and hefted the
substantial piece of meat sprouting between the muscle boy's muscular
thighs.

"You mean to tell me you've never fucked anyone before?"

"No-one would let me.  The guys I've messed around with only wanted to suck
on it.  Nobody's ever wanted to do anything except play with my dick.  I
never realized my ass could feel so good until today!"

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"Fuck yeah!  I just don't want to hurt you."

"Trust me you won't.  Did you like the way my fingers felt up your ass?"

"Oh yeah!  That was so hot!"

"Well a cock feels even better.  Especially if you've been fucked before.
And I can assure you this won't be my first time!  Do you know where we can
find something to grease your pole with?"

"There should be some baby oil in that cupboard on the back wall."

"Won't it be locked?"

"Nah, this room's usually locked up.  They only unlock the door for these
events and whenever someone needs to use the room."

    Jordan went to the cupboard and opened it.  The shelves were almost
empty except for a few muscle mags and a half full bottle of baby oil.
Jordan took the bottle and closed the cupboard.  He handed the bottle to
Carlos and said,

"Slap on as much as you can.  Get your cock nice and slippery!  I'll work
some into my hole and you should be able to slip that monster in like
greased lightning!"

"OK.  But Jordy?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I grease up your ass?"

"Sure thing!  You catch on quick!"

"I'm really loving all this!  Makes losing to you not so bad.  Sorry I was
such an asshole before!"

"No problem!  We all make mistakes, they're only crappy when we don't learn
anything from them."

    Jordan moved to one of the mirrors and stood spread-eagled with his
hands resting on the mirror and his ass thrust out, waiting for Carlos to
begin.
    Carlos took up a position kneeling behind Jordan.  He opened the bottle
of oil and poured a generous amount on his fingers.  With his free hand, he
parted Jordan's taut, muscular butt cheeks.
    He began to slather the silky oil over the pink rosebud, then he gently
inserted first one, then two, and finally three fingers into the waiting
hole.
    He later told Jordan and Dan how surprised he was at how easily his
fingers were accommodated by the tight orifice.
    He turned his hand palm upwards, and with the three fingers still in
Jordan's ass, he pored more oil on his palm and let it slide down onto his
fingers to lubricate the passage more fully.
    Jordan was bending and unbending his knees as he wallowed in the
sensations created by Carlos' fingers.

"Yeah baby!  Oh YEAH!!!  That feels so good!  Now grease up that spike of
yours and nail me to the wall!!!"

    Carlos needed no further encouragement.  He removed his fingers from
Jordan's ass and poured more oil onto his hand.  He slopped it all over his
massive tool until it was shiny and rock hard.

"What do I do now?"

"Grab your prick with the greasy hand and use one of your fingers to find
my hole.  Push the head of your cock in and wait till I tell you to give me
more."

    Carlos complied, and after encountering some resistance, slipped the
head of his dick into Jordan's pulsating hole.

"Eeeeeowwww!  That feels so good Carlos!  Those other guys were pussies!
Push it all in now!  Go slow and stop if I tell you."

    Carlos began to inch his cock deeper and deeper into Jordan until his
pubes rested against the tight muscles of Jordan's glutes.
    Jordan hissed slowly through his teeth as he adjusted to the gigantic
intrusion.  He was surprised to find little pain, just an uncomfortable
feeling of fullness which was quickly transforming into erotic pleasure.

"Fan-fucking-tastic!  OK Stud!  Fuck me!  Be as rough as you want!  Give me
the ride of my life!"

    Jordan's hot talk inflamed the feelings of passion in Carlos and he
began slowly building up a pistoning rhythm of thrusts in and out of
Jordan's tight hole.  He looked into the mirror and could see Jordan's cut,
muscular, body bouncing in time with the strokes in and out of his
ass. Carlos was surprised to see that Jordan's cock was fully erect and
bouncing along with the rest of his body.
    Carlos reached around and began shagging Jordan's cock with one hand,
while sliding his other over the hard muscles of Jordan's pecs and abs.
Whenever his hand encountered a nipple, he would give it a little tweak,
eliciting a small yelp of pleasure from Jordan.
    The sight of this hot muscle stud moving in time with his thrusts of
passion aroused Carlos even more.  He decided he wanted to see more.  He
slowed his thrusting and whispered to Jordan,

"Let's get down on the floor.  I wanna see more."

    Jordan turned from the mirror and lowered himself to the floor, taking
Carlos with him.  The hot cock in his ass stayed in place, and as soon as
they reached the floor, it began pounding into him again with the fierce
rhythm.
    Jordan turned back to the mirror and nearly shot his wad at the sight
which greeted him.
    Their two well muscled, oiled bodies, joined at Jordan's ass by the
thick length of Carlos' cock were flexing and straining from their
exertions.
    As Carlos rammed his prick into Jordan, his arms would bulge up
defining every hard muscle in his forearms, biceps, triceps, and deltoids.
Carlos would also tense his neck muscles, and the trapezius muscles on his
back would rise up like the collar on an opera cape.
    Jordan's hands were flat on the mat in in front of him, his elbows
slightly bent.  With each thrust forward his arms would flex with the
resistance and his muscles would put on the same show as Carlos' were.
    On the withdrawal stroke, their muscles would relax and then pump up
all over again with the thrust forward.
    Carlos' muscular ass cheeks would squeeze together with each powerful
thrust, and Jordan's would expand with the pressure.
    The two plum sized orbs in Carlos' ball sack were swinging back and
forth with the rhythm, and would slap against Jordan's nuts on the
upstroke, then swing back to reveal themselves to view.
    Jordan knew he couldn't hold off his orgasm much longer.  The combined
pleasures of the pressure on his prostate and the heavenly feeling of
fullness in his ass, were rapidly pushing him to the brink.
    He wanted Carlos to cum first, and in a short time he could feel the
teen's hot prick expanding prior to orgasm.
    With a mighty bellow, quickly stifled, Carlos made one final thrust
into Jordan's ass.  He reached around and grabbed Jordan's cock, frigging
it furiously as the first jets of cum rocketed into Jordan's ass.
    As soon as Carlos' hand touched his cock, Jordan began to shoot his own
volleys of spooge onto the mat.  The first one flew almost six feet in
front of him to land just short of the mirror on the far wall.  The second
matched the first for distance, then the successive spurts narrowed the gap
until the final few dribbled out onto Carlos' hand.
    Jordan collapsed forward onto the mat and Carlos fell on top of him.
Cum was flowing freely from Jordan's hole and dripping on the mat as the
contractions of his ass milked every drop of cum from Carlos' rapidly
deflating tool.
    Carlos slowly pulled his cock out of Jordan's ass, and without the plug
of flesh to keep it in, a large glob of cum dropped to the floor to
increase the size of the steadily growing pool already collected there.
    The two spent teens lay quietly, enjoying the afterglow until Carlos
said,

"That was the greatest, most intense experience of my life!  I can't begin
to thank you enough Jordy."

"Don't try.  I should be thanking you for putting the cap on the most
incredible day of my life!  I busted my ass for years just to enter this
competition, and to win it my first time, then have hot sex with the only
guy who had a chance of beating me...it just blows my mind!"

"I'm glad you won.  I realize now that after the crap I pulled I didn't
deserve to win.  But look out next year!  I want my title back!"

"Yeah, well, I'll give you a good run for your money!"

    They laughed, and began the task of cleaning up the room to obliterate
all traces of what had occurred.

        As Jordan finished his story, we could see Dan approaching from the
direction of the parking lot.  He looked a bit dazed, and when he finally
caught up to us he threw his arms around me in a tight bear hug.

"Thanks for leaving that note.  I was scared shitless when I woke up and
you weren't there.  I thought your bastard of a Dad might have showed up
and dragged you away.  How you feeling?"

"Horny as Hell!"

"What!?"

"Jordy was just telling us about his encounter with Carlos at the
competition.  Man!  That's one hot story!"

"You haven't heard the half of it!  Let's go get something to eat, then you
can fill us in on what happened to you, and I'll tell you what happened
next.  Deal?"

"Deal!"

    We headed off down the beach, Dan threw his arm around me, and Ian
shyly took Jordan's hand.
 

End of Chapter Eight. Coming Soon: Chapter Nine: Carlos

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