Date: Thu, 16 Mar 2017 03:58:28 +0000
From: tom davis <underarmour001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bodybuilder Muscle Girl Part 5

Bodybuilder Muscle Girl
Part 5

"Hey, Danvers." Brett turned to see Toby jogging to meet him. "Wait up."

"Hey man. What's up?"  Brett scanned the area for listening ears.

"I haven't seen you in a couple of days. Where ya been babe?" Toby gave him
a pat on the shoulder. Brett got goose-bumps when he heard Toby call him
"babe."

"I was with Sarge Saturday and most of yesterday." He looked down as he
answered, embarrassed. Brett tried to not give away how much fun he had
with Sarge. He still was a little bit uneasy admitting to his
extracurricular activities, even to Toby. It was all so new. He knew Toby
read between the lines. He wasn't stupid.

"Two days, huh?" Toby grinned.

"Yeah. Really hard workouts. Competition is this weekend." Brett continued
to deny Toby any kind of eye contact.

Toby started to grin even more, laughing an evil laugh.

"Baby girl, it's me. Don't bullshit me. I know you didn't spend the whole
weekend in the gym."

Brett looked over at Toby, meeting his eyes. Why did he think he had to
hide his secrets from Toby? It was nice to have someone who understood what
he was going through. Finally, he grinned as well and gave Toby a light
punch on the shoulder.

"Fuck you, dude," he laughed. "No, we didn't spend the whole weekend in the
gym. Mostly back at his place."

"Nice! What did he wear? Did he wear the black heels and corset or was it
the red outfit?"

Brett laughed again. Here he was with another dude dishing on their weekend
conquests with other dudes. He was used to talking about fucking his
girlfriend or some random chic he picked up at a party. This was somehow
much more erotic and intoxicating.

Brettt looked around again cautiously. "Dude, he wore a full-body fishnet
body stocking with a butt-zipper. Black vinyl high heeled boots, black eye
liner and a collar."

Toby's eyes got big. "What?! So fucking hot, man. You? What did you wear."

"Fishnet hose with butt-zipper, knee-high high-heeled boots, a leather
harness, a leather biker hat."

"Fuck me! Oh my fucking god! That's some S&M shit right there. Please tell
me there are pictures?" Toby laughed.

"No pics but trust me, that shit is seared into my memory." Brett blew a
short burst of air from his lungs. "Whew. Amazing shit dude."

"No doubt, bro. So hot that no one would suspect he's such a bitch. I swear
his ass has turned into a pussy. It's a wonder how that dude isn't pregs,"
chuckled Toby.

"Right? Besides me and you I wonder who else is taking advantage of that
musclebound cunt?"

"Oh I'm sure he's not lacking for cock."

The two were on their way to football practice. They turned off their
normal route and took a longer path through the back of the campus. They
were early anyway and they wanted to catch up with each other's weekend.

They stopped at a metal picnic table tucked back away from view and took
seats across from the other. This was a secluded area so there were chances
of any ease dropping.

Brett leaned forward keeping his voice low. "What about you? What did you
do all weekend?"

Toby looked at Brett with cautious eyes. "I had a weekend like yours."

"Like mine? That's vague dude." Brett laughed.

"Let's just say I was in the same position as Sarge was this weekend." Toby
said and looked away. Should he tell Brett about Patrick right now? He felt
a twinge of jealousy at the thought of Brett with Patrick.

"Spill it you little bitch." Brett smiled.

"Awe you know I love it when you call me that," Toby smirked, "fine. You
know Patrick Brady?"

"Patrick Brady? James Brady's dad?" Brett was intriqued.

"Yeah," Toby answered with a shit-eating grin on his handsome face.

"Wait, what?" Brett stared into Toby's eyes realizing where Toby might be
going with this. "You fucking with me."

"Nope."

Brett's eyes were huge. "How. When. WHERE?"

"I hang out there all the time with James. We hang by the pool and shit. I
met his dad one day. That fucker couldn't take his eyes off me. I decided
to see where it goes so I thought I would test him. I showed up one day in
a tight little speedo. I thought he was going to fuck me right then and
there in front of his kid. The more I hung out there the more Patrick and I
became buds. One day James was too busy to hang out but he said I could go
over and use the pool, make myself at home. I showed up and Patrick was
home. He joined me by the pool wearing a speedo as well. Cooked me
dinner. Long story short, by the end of the day I found myself legs up
wearing stockings and heels and he's boning me like a two-dollar whore. Now
I show up when he texts. He has some rules. He always has me dress in
workout gear, he has a thing for high school jocks." Toby winked. "He plays
with me for a while then dresses me up in an outfit of his choosing. Then
he fucks me."

Brett could not believe what he was hearing. Beside the fact that he was
rock-hard while hearing the story, he was so fucking envious of Toby
scoring the hottest DILF in town. The hottest DILF with the hottest sons,
not too shabby. Brett had watched Patrick Brady for years. Something about
Patrick always made Brett feel submissive, intimidated. It could be because
Patrick was big, muscular, sexy as fuck, intense, always serious and didn't
smile much, brooding. His square jaw always clenched making the muscles in
his jaw flex. He thought he hit the jackpot with Sarge but Patrick Brady?
Holy shit!

"Toby. Do you think I can... you know... get a piece of that action?"
Brett's heart was racing.

"Yeah, babe. I think that can be arranged." Toby hated saying it but he was
compelled to do as Patrick told him.

"For real?" Brett jerked forward.

"Yeah. In fact, he asked about you."

"Me?!" Brett's voice went up an octave.

Toby laughed. "Yeah, you, ya big girl. Of course he did. Look at you!"

"Why?"

"He wants to fuck your bitch ass," Toby grinned, "man, good thing you're
hot. You're a little slow on the uptake," Toby teased.

"But how did he know to ask about me?" Brett asked, ignoring the last
comment.

"He knows Sarge."

Brett swallowed. "Sarge? Sarge. That horny panty slut."

"It's funny what Sarge will tell you when you're balls deep in his
hole. Patrick is balls deep in that pussy all the time.  Plus, I might have
mentioned you on more than a few occasions."

"Why, dude? Why would you give me up like that?" Brett was a little miffed.

"I didn't at first. Remember, I had issues with you. I fucking hated you. I
compared myself to you a lot when I was with Patrick. I would be dressed up
in some sexy lace panties and garters and I would tell myself I looked so
good in the lace that even you couldn't look any better. It was my way of
trying to convince myself that I wasn't secretly attracted to you. Chloe
brought that out in me too. I was hiding it and she brought it to the
surface like she knew my thoughts. The things she would say to me when she
was cheating on you with me. She just wanted to see us fuck so bad. The
more she talked about it the more I envisioned it happening. At first I
wanted you to fuck me. You are my equal in every way. I wanted to take you
down. I would dream about it every night. I can't count the number of loads
I blew thinking about you on top of me plowing my ass in every position
while I was wearing shit like panties, thongs, heels. Since I found out
about you, I started dreaming about fucking you. It was a power trip for
me. It IS a power trip. You made me so fucking mad and yet so horny at the
same time. I was in love with you, bro and I hated myself for it. I was so
angry that I even considered jumping you if I had to, it was such an
intense feeling. That's why I need to fuck you and you can't fuck me,
yet. It's the only thing that keeps me feeling like I'm still a real
man. Knowing I have an Alpha like you under me, filling you with my cock,
making you grunt and moan for more, it's integral to our relationship,
babe. Seeing you dressed like a sissy while I'm dicking you is the ultimate
power trip. I know that I'm going to end up with Patrick banging me the
next day like a fucking hooker but knowing I'm boning you gets me through
it."

Brett was quiet. His eyes were watered. He was moved that Toby would share
something so intimate. Toby sat quietly waiting for Brett to say something.

Brett looked around, seeing no one was around, he put his hand on
Toby's. "Toby, I had no idea. I mean that's pretty fucking intense. You
were such a fucking dick to me.  I just figured it was because of Chloe. I
mean Toby, look at you. No one would ever think you're into dudes. You have
been in torment about this for too long. I mean, I guess I always thought
you were hot too. Those feelings confused me. We were fucking the same girl
for Christ sake. Like I said before when Chloe suggested we fuck and I
started dreaming about you fucking me, fuck, that was beyond confusing. I
don't feel like I was ever attracted to dudes before you but I guess deep
down I was.  Looking back, it's the only reason why I wanted to become a
bodybuilder. Muscle gets me off. The power and physical strength of those
guys makes me feel submissive, like I need to serve them. It explains why I
like to show my bod off around the other guys. I like the attention guys
give me even if it is out of admiration. It still gets me off. You get me
off, dude. I'm sorry I was a source of confusion for you, dude."

"Well, I'm a big boy. I was taking care of it the best I could."

"Toby, you were prepared to jump me, bro. You were willing to risk
everything by raping my ass to feel more powerful. That's... intense. I
mean, I'm not sure what to think about that," Brett said pulled his hand
away.

"Babe.. Brett," Toby took Brett's hand back. "I wouldn't ever do that to
you. Not that it's not hot to think about," Toby winked, "but I'm over that
now. I know that I can have you whenever and wherever I want."

Brett felt his cock jerk a little when he heard Toby would take him
whenever and wherever. Suddenly he didn't mind Toby's aggressive
tendencies. In fact, thinking about being under his control was erotic. The
thought of his own muscular competition-ready body with all its size and
strength being overtaken, slammed to the ground and fucked made his heart
beat faster.

"Well, I guess it is kinda hot."

"What?"

"You taking me down to the ground and taking my hole. Taking out your
frustrations on me and knowing that my body is getting you off. Using me
for your satisfaction and showing me what a cunt I am. Who knows, maybe you
should have jumped me. It might have brought all this out sooner and we
wouldn't have all this wasted time."

Now Toby was wide-eyed. "Damn, girl. This shit is surreal. Brett Danvers is
telling me he wouldn't mind if I fucking took his ass against his will. You
have no idea how hot that makes me. I can't fucking see straight." Toby
looked around again and then stood up. He grabbed his back pack and heaved
it over his muscular shoulder.

"Get up." Toby was not smiling or showing any kind of emotion.

Brett slowly started to rise. "Uh, what? Why..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Toby turned and walked away. He walked
toward the back of the shed that housed the mowers for the field. Brett
grabbed his pack and followed. He walked around the corner of the shed that
had a small isle between it and an overgrown fence. It was basically hidden
from everything. Brett turned the corner and he was pulled in and slammed
against the shed. He dropped his bag as Toby pulled him away and slammed
him against the wall of the metal shed again.

"What the fu..." was all Brett could get out before Toby grabbed him by the
sides of his face, pushed his head back against the metal and stuck his
mouth over Brett's. Toby's grip became tighter. He pulled away and held
Brett's head back. He stared into Brett's eyes. Toby's eyes were wild,
crazy intense. One of his hands went to Brett's forehead as he ran his
fingers through Brett's think wavy bangs. He closed his hand into a fist
and grabbed the thick hair and yanked Brett's head forward and back making
another loud booming noise on the metal wall. He was breathing hard as he
planted his mouth back on Brett's, his tongue plunging down into his
victim's throat. He pressed his cock into Brett's groin, showing him how
hard he was. Brett was scared yet turned on at the same time. He could feel
Toby's cock like a steel pipe against his own.

"Toby..."Brett spat out, his eyes watering and wide.

Toby put his hand over Brett's mouth and gave his cheek a smack with his
other hand.

"Shut. Up," Toby spit with each syllable.  He pulled his hand away and
replaced it with his mouth. Brett gave in and the the two started making
out intensely, aggressively. It was to the point that it was almost painful
for Brett. Toby brought his arms around his muscular boyfriend. He hugged
the stud tight, squeezing him with immense strength. The two muscular,
rugged studs wrestled each other against the wall while trying to devour
their mouths and bodies with their tongues. Toby hugged him tighter.

"Toby," Brett grunted. His face becoming red, his veins bulging in his
forehead. He was losing his breath, finding it hard to talk. "To..by..." He
tried to speak again. Toby's face was buried in the crook of Brett's thick
neck. Brett could feel the hot quick breaths Toby was exhaling onto his
skin.

Toby loosened his grip and took a hold of Brett's biceps. He looked at
Brett, tears in his eyes. His face flushed. He squeezed Brett's biceps and
pushed him once more, hard against the metal wall. It sounded like a a
crack of lighting every time Brett hit the wall.

"You're not even fighting back? You're weak, Danvers. Fucking sissy." Toby
said through clenched teeth. "Open your mouth."

Brett stood stiff. Toby was right. Brett wasn't fighting back. In fact, he
was rock hard and not even trying to fight back. He didn't feel he needed
to. This was his natural reaction, to be used. He stood still for a few
seconds and then like he was on auto-pilot, he slowly opened his mouth.

Toby put his thumb on the bottom ridge of Brett's dimpled, stubbled chin,
leaned forward and spit into the open mouth. He pressed his thumb up and
closed Brett's mouth.

"Swallow." Toby snarled.

Brett was trembling. He didn't know whether he was scared or turned on. He
swallowed. When he did, his dick became so hard it hurt. He had a part of
Toby inside him mingling with his own DNA.

Slowly Toby stepped forward and pressed his body against Brett's. He
quietly leaned forward and kissed Brett on the lips. He looked at Brett
again and pressed his lips to his once again, sweet, sensual, slow
kisses. They engulfed each other's mouths, tongues intertwining, hands
feeling muscles, fingers running through thick hair.

Toby slid his hands down the back of Brett's tight jeans and felt the
course lace of a silk thong. Brett did the same to Toby and felt soft
ruffles of a tight pair of panties stretched across the muscular bubble
ass.

Brett pulled back. "Why?"

Toby just continued to stare into the handsome athlete's eyes.  "Because I
can."

Brett looked into the blue eyes of the man in front of him. "You hurt me."

"I know." Toby fixed Brett's bangs, pushing them back neatly into
place. "You liked it."

Brett was searching his head for an answer, for a question, anything to
make sense of what just happened.  He did like it. It also scared
him... and he liked it.

Toby reached down and grabbed Brett's hard cock though his jeans. He pulsed
his grip making Brett grunt. He looked down at the bulge he was stroking
and then back at Brett. He squeezed very hard which made Brett grunt loudly
and stiffen up, coming up onto his toes.

"Toby... Ow!"

Toby put his other arm across Brett's thick chest and pushed, pressing his
thick back to the wall once again. "There is nothing stopping me right now
from turning you around against this wall and feeling my cock rip through
your cunt and having the pleasure of hearing you scream and beg me to
stop."

Now Brett was genuinely frightened. "If you were anyone one else I would
fucking rip you apart limb for limb." He knew he was lying as he said it.

"But you won't. You can't. You want to but you can't." Toby slowly took
Brett's shoulders and turned him until he was facing the wall. Toby pressed
his cock into his ass and he humped the football player's bulbous muscle
butt. Brett's head was turned to the side, his cheek was pressed against
the cold metal, out of the corner of his eye he could see Toby's face, the
handsome face intense with focus.

"Arch your back," Toby whispered into Brett's ear.

Brett made a short high pitched sound, a cross between a grunt and a high
pitched sigh. He slowly pulled his groin away from the wall, his back
arching and his beautiful ass pressing back into the man behind
him. Brett's hands moved up the wall until they were just above his
head. He felt Toby's warm strong hands on his wrists as they were pressed
into the wall.

"Know your place." Toby said and licked his ear.

Brett was in a place he had never been before. He never contemplated this
could ever happen. Another dude treating him like a bitch. This isn't
happening. The feelings and emotions running through his head were making
him want more. More loss of control. More submission.

"I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to cum inside you. I'm going to wreck
your cunt to make up for all the times I wanted to but couldn't. You will
feel like a cum-filled whore and I know you like that."

Brett could feel himself starting to tremble with excitement, his breathing
becoming deep.

"Be a good girl and say, "yes sir."

"Yes, Sir," Brett whispered.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me."

"Mean it!" Toby groaned as he thrust hard into the hard ass.

"I do. I mean it. Toby, I want you to fuck me. I want to be your girl. I
want to be pretty for you. I want to make you happy. I will do anything for
you. Please whore me out to whoever you want. I just want to be your
girlfriend. Toby, you're a real man, more than I could ever hope to
be. Please."

"Baby girl, you're already making me a happy man. I may be a big muscle
sissy boy like you but you are worse than I am. You're a sissy for another
sissy. That's pathetic."

"Yes. You're right. I'm a piece of shit."

Toby grabbed Brett's hair and pulled, bringing Brett's back to Toby's
chest. Toby wrapped his other arm around Brett's tiny waist, under his
shirt and stroked Brett's cut abs. "No, no! You're not a piece of
shit. You're perfect! You are a fucking man's man. You're an athlete, a
stud, a pussy fucker. I don't have a piece of shit for a girlfriend. My
girlfriend is a real man. You're handsome and you're pretty. Silky smooth
muscle caressed by silk and lace and it makes you happy. Your being happy
makes me happy and making me happy makes you happy."

Brett puts the back of his head against Toby's rock hard shoulder. His eyes
are closed, his mouth open, he's wrapped in ecstasy. "Are you going to fuck
me, Sir?" Brett asked in a whisper.

"Not right now, sweetie. We need to get our tight asses to practice."

Toby pushes back and turns Brett around to face him. He gives him a small
kiss. "You ok, babe?"

Brett is snapped out of his revelry. Rubbing his sore muscles, he
sniffles. "Yeah. I'm good."

"I know you are. You can take a lot. That's why I love you."

"Would have liked a little warning. Asshole." Brett snarled.

"Brett, honey. It will always happen when you least expect it. Just don't
piss me off, baby."

Brett rolled his eyes. The role play or whatever just happened was
over... or was it? He was now a tiny bit afraid of Toby but also
respectful. Toby laughed and punched him in the shoulder. "You just needed
to know where your place is. I wanted that known up front."

"So, let me get this straight. You and me, we're both pretty much other
dude's bitches, right? Only difference is that when you're done being
dicked up your little cunt, you get to abuse mine to make you feel more
like a man again?"

"Pretty much," Toby said with a cocky smile.

"Got it. Just wanted to make sure." Brett reached down and grabbed his
pack. "So, what about this Patrick situation?"

"Oh that. Yeah, he's going to dress us up real pretty and try and get us
pregnant at the same time... yeah, he's a classy guy." Toby chuckled.

"Got it. Just wanted to make sure." Brett repeated and laughed. "When is
this going to happen?"

Toby patted him on the back. "Slow down, cowboy. Don't be so
impatient. You'll get your panties in a bunch."

"Fuck off," Brett said.

"I'm just so fucking horny, dude. Like I'm going to die without it."

"Babe, I know. Trust me, I know. I'll text Patrick and see when he's
available. Sometimes James stays with him and of course, he can't be
there."

Brett stopped walking and grabbed Toby's elbow to stop him. "Dude, you
think James knows?"

"Knows about his hot dad fucking two football players on his own team? Two
players he dresses up in chic's lingerie and pounds their butts like
pussies?... No."

"Good. That would be a fucking messed up situation. I'm going to have
trouble looking James in the eye now." Brett started walking again.

Toby laughed loudly. "Can you imagine? James coming home one day to find
you or me wearing crotchless fishnets, on our backs and his dad sunk to the
root in jock puss?" He laughed again.

Brett could imagine it. That's what made him hard again. "That would be a
sight to see. It would also ruin us forever. No college is going to recruit
two pansy ass football players who take it up the ass in heels."

"Don't worry. It will be fine. Patrick is careful. Sarge is the one who
needs to be more cautious. Patrick says his ass is all over town. He even
hinted that McKillip has something to do with us being recruited to meet
Sarge."

"Coach? No way."

"Stranger things have happened. Coach M is a hot dude. If Patrick, Sarge
and Coach all know each other... well, let's just say this whole thing
could turn out very much in our favor."

"You know better than I do.  I'll follow your lead."

Toby put his arm around Brett's shoulder, pulled him in for a kiss and
patted his back. "Of course, you will, babe. You're my girlfriend, after
all."

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