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EVENTS Orlando, FL
INFORMATION FOR LIFE I
INFORMATION FOR LIFE II
QUOTES
GAY STORIES I
GAY STORIES II
GAY STORIES III
GAY STORIES IV
GAY STORIES V
GAY STORIES VI
GAY STORIES VII
GAY STORIES VIII
GAY STORIES VIIII
GAY STORIES X
DIRTY JOKES I
DIRYT JOKES II
DIRTY JOKES III
DIRTY JOKES IV
DIRTY JOKES V
DIRTY JOKES VI
NAUGHTY HUMOR I
NAUGHTY HUMOR II
NAUGHTY HUMOR III
CARTOONS
IMAGES
MY FAVORITE LINKS
MORE STORIES I
MORE STORIES II
MORE STORIES III
MORE STORIES IV
MORE STORIES V
MORE STORIES VI
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 Who's The Man I was really getting sick hearing the stories about this new punk at our rival school; how he put two guys in the hospital; spent six months in Juvey doing nothing but lifting weights and getting his rocks off. I was sick about hearing how he was benching 300, curling 120 for sets and squatting over 350 and he'd just turned 16. I was sure this was bullshit. Everyone knew I was the one to be reckoned with in this town. Me, 'Big Ben' Sanders, Mr. Teen State 17 years and under. I am benching over 300 for reps, curling 125 and squatting almost 400. I just got my arms up to 17 inches and my chest to 45. No fuckin' new kid's gonna top that. One Saturday I happened to run into this punk at the gym. It took four big guys to keep us apart. Later, when we'd both cooled down we agreed to meet the next day. Just us, no one else to take sides or interfere. I had a key to the school weight room so we set a time. On Sunday I arrived at school about 30 minutes early. All right, so I cheated a bit. I loaded the bar to 250 lbs. and popped off a few sets. I didn't wanna do more without a spotter, I just wanted to pump up. As I benched I felt my chest expand and thicken. I removed my sweatshirt and checked myself out. Shit, was I huge! I crunched my pecs together making them dance at my will. This drives the girls crazy. I placed my hand under each one and felt their thickness and mass. I pinched my nipples to make sure that the image I was seeing was real. I grabbed a pair of 50 pound dumbbells and popped off so many curls I lost count. I saw my arms pump up, the veins prominent, the peak incredible. I stared straight into the mirror and flexed my right arm. It popped up like a mountain on my arm, peaked and solid. I ran my left hand over it, feeling its power and size. I then hit a double biceps pose, the one which won me Mr. Teen State. I kissed each mound, winked at my reflection and moved on to legs. I made my calves bulge and my thighs scream for mercy. I did countless sit-ups and checked out the slabs of brick on my stomach. Shit, I looked awesome! That punk doesn't stand a chance. I noticed the time, donned my sweatshirt and headed for the door. He was there, right on time. We nodded curtly to each other and I led him into the mat room next door. The punk was a bit shorter than me but filled out his sweats quite well. Both of us were raring to go so I figured I'd try to take an early advantage. This was my school, my territory and this punk better fuckin' well not forget it. "So, you think you're tough, asshole?" I said to egg him on. The punk looked me up and down and sneered. "I bet I'd have no trouble takin' you on, fuckhead." He strode up to me and shoved me. I didn't move. He shoved again, harder. I still didn't move. I shoved him and sent him sprawling on his ass. While he scrambled to his feet I ripped off my sweatshirt, hit a double biceps and stared smugly at him. "Think that scares me?" he said as he removed his own sweatshirt and hit the same pose. "Check this out." I hated to admit it, but the punk looked almost as big as me. His abs weren't as defined and he wasn't 'cut' like me, but he had a lot of mass. Still staring straight at him I kicked off my sneakers and unfastened my tearaways. I stood before him in nothing but a pair of posing trunks. I hit a most muscular pose. Muscles popped and veins bulged from my neck to my calves. I was pumped, ready for action. My opponent did the same but was not as practiced as I. We approached each other and locked up. Both of us had our hands behind the other's neck. We both started to force the other's head downward. I was able to gain leverage and got him in a headlock. I squeezed my 17 inch arms against his neck, stopping short of choking him. His face was crimson and he tried elbowing me in the stomach. My abs deflected the blows and I just laughed it off. This made him angrier as I slowly tightened my hold. "Who's the man now?" I asked as he continued to struggle. I added more pressure and started to force his head down. All this testosterone had made my cock rock-hard. The head was poking out of the trunks and leaking pre-cum. "No--no," he eeked as I forced his head farther down. When his face was at my crotch level, I eased the hold just a bit. A giant shiver came over me as his tongue gently make contact with my piss-slit. By the time the entire mushroom head was in his mouth, I came. All over his face, his mouth and the mat. I released him, sneered, and flexed my 17 inchers in triumph. "I'm the man," I said. "I'm the fuckin' man." My opponent was not going to take his defeat lightly. He lay face down on the mat, propped up his right elbow and wiggled his fingers. "Let's see," he said, still out of breath Shit, the guy was a glutton for punishment, I thought. I laid on the mat facing him and clasped hands. Both were rough and calloused as we struggled for the right grip. When we were ready, I said "Go". I quickly got the upper hand, but my opponent soon rallied. We strained against one another for several minutes, neither one budging. Two 17 year old muscleboys refusing to yield an inch. I noticed both our arms pumped to the match. His was about the same size as mine and looked peaked and inviting as the sweat poured off it. I swear I could practically see his biceps pump up from the strain. I was straining too and laying flat on the mat did nothing to alliviate the raging hard-on pressed against my abs. I glanced down at my opponents sweating, peaked pumped 17 inch bicep. A slight smile came over him and with what seemed like an extra inner strength, he began to get the upper hand. I poured on extra power as well but by now he had me. I was able to keep my arm steady for a few more seconds before he was finally able to pin me. The punk jumped to his feet, flexed his 17 inchers proudly and started dancing like Rocky on the courthouse steps. "Who's the fuckin' man now, huh?" As I sat up I noticed that his shorts were now tenting, a wet spot of pre-cum in front. I remembered that he hadn't cum yet and probably couldn't hold off much longer. He pulled down his trunks and jock, waving his musclemeat in front of my face. A drop of pre-cum hit my cheek. I figured; I could just get up, walk out and he and I could settle this with an all-out brawl outside or; I could honor our deal. He must of gotten his cock sucked dozens of time in Juvey, but never, I bet by a State Champion. He began moaning with approval as I ran my mouth up and down his shaft. This was my first time as a cocksucker but, as with everything, I gave it my all. I must have been doing allright because he started thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth while I grabbed onto his legs for leverage. He flexed his calves and a bicep-size bulge appeared. I ran my hands over it, feeling the size. I then ran my hands up to his thighs which he also flexed. They were thick and striated. My legs were never my best body part and this punk had his developed to the max. His abs weren't as defined as mine but he moaned as I pinched his right nipple. The harder I pinched, the more he loved it. Shit, this kid was tough. I next moved my left hand up to his arm which he promptly flexed. It felt incredible to be running my rough, iron-hardened hand over a bicep as big as my own. Now I knew how the other guys felt. "Feel that, asshole" he said as he flexed and unflexed his 17 inch bi. "Feel my power." By now I wasn't only feeling his power with my mouth and left hand, I was feeling my own as I pumped myself silly with the right. My right forearm was getting as good a workout as my mouth muscles. I pinched his left nipple harder and brought him to the edge of ecstasy. With a loud moan, he shot. I missed most of it but lapped up what I could. I came again, this time all over that bulging calf and the mat. We were both breathing heavily as we cleaned up the spilled seed. I figured I should at least know this kid's name. "Eddie" "I'm Ben." Wow, that was hot," I said, "cumming twice in 15 minutes." "I only came once," my opponent said. "You owe me." "Sure," I said, still out of breath, "how 'bout a rematch next week?" "Yeah, but how 'bout this time we each bring a friend?" He smiled at the suggestion. I hated to admit it, but I was starting to like this guy. |
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