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  • Big brother

    • This all began very innocently one year ago. My name is Rob Brody and I had only been on the Rochester Hills volunteer firefighter department a few months. My immediate supervisor, Captain John Rockland, strongly suggested that, if I had wanted to get promoted to a full time position, I should do some community contribution in my free time. I had never had much free time with wrestling and playing baseball in high school and now just started serious weight training to break into amateur bodybuilding.

    Let me tell you a little about myself. I have not always been in good shape. I had an athletic build but slender in grade school and have always been pretty shy, so I joined sports to make friends and become part of the gang. I grew to 6' and gained some muscle mass to 195 lb. with baby blue eyes and blond hair. Like I said, I am still shy, and I do get embarrassed when people compliment me on my looks and physique, but I also like it because it makes me feel part of the gang. I strive for the other guys to like and accept me.

    So, when Captain Rockland made that suggestion, I wanted to please him, but didn't know how. After my shift at the fire department, I went to my gym named appropriately Muscles for a tough workout. I saw one of my old high school team mates there and, after reminiscing for awhile as we worked out, I asked him what I should do. He said I should be a big brother because I would be a great roll model for some kid. A week later I was assigned to an 18 year old senior at my old high school. This was going to be great and since I am only 24, I should be able to relate well with him. His father had been killed in an automobile accident 5 years earlier and had a tough time since then. He worked out a lot in the weight room but never got good grades and hung out with the wrong crowd, so he got in trouble a lot. His name is Brandon. Good looking kid.

    After a couple of weekends together, he began to open up to me, but there was still a wall there. He took a lot of interest in my weight training and work at the fire department. He had always wanted a tattoo and asked if I would get one with him. I took this as a chance to bond further with him and said sure. He had already did his research and picked out a design; a lightening bolt on his arm and a serpent on the side of his calf. Brandon said he would help me pick one out at the tattoo shop. He drove me to the shop in the seedy part of town near some porn shops and strip clubs which made me a little nervous, but I wanted him to like me. So we walked in and saw a rather muscular guy in his thirties dressed in leather pants and vest.

    His arms and chest were huge with all kinds of tattoos. He had a pierced eye brow, belly button, and nipples. He had large protruding nipples and a washboard stomach all covered with black hair which had been kept trimmed. I have him matched in the muscle department but I have not touched the hair on my chest since I have not entered my first bodybuilding competition yet. Still, he was a little intimidating. Brandon showed Jake, the tattoo artist, what he wanted and I asked Jake what he suggested. I had on a wife beater with a loose fitting dress shirt and green khakis which were a little form fitting on my legs, ass, and waist. He looked me up and down and said he would think about it while he took care of Brandon. Okay fine! Make me wait. I am a little nervous about the whole thing anyways. We went into the back area where it was private. Since Brandon had on long jeans, he was instructed by Jake to remove them as well as his shirt. This was the first time I had seen Brandon in just his underwear and T-shirt. He wore tight bike shorts and a wife beater like myself.

    He had some nicely developed muscles and it didn't look like much hair on him. Jake shaved Brandon's arm and calf and finished the two tattoos in about an hour since they were fairly small and simple designs. The shop did not have air conditioning, and since it was August it got quite hot in that back room. We all were pretty sweated up by that time. Brandon's tank top was wet and sticking to his smooth sculpted chest.

    Jake got out a new set of sterilized needles and took off his leather vest. His tan was the color of a deep bronze and now was glistening with his sweat. It was now my turn and he had a few ideas by then but he needed to see "the pallet" for the tattoo. He told me to take off my shirt and pants. I peeled them off in front of Brandon and Jake. They both complimented and admired my torso.

    Jake seemed excited. He had a design of a tattoo that he has been waiting for just the right body to put it on and I had it. It made me feel good about that fact so I said let's do it. He brought out a piece of paper with a drawing of an eagle with a snake in it's talons. It looked amazing. I then asked where it was supposed to be on my body. He used his hands to show me where the eagle needed to be placed on my left pectoral with the snake dangling down toward my right hip. I did not want to get that big of a tattoo today. So, he said he would just do the eagle for now since it would take a couple days to do the whole thing anyway and that way I could think about the snake and maybe reconsider. Brandon started to plead with me to do it.

    I couldn't let him down so I said yes. Jake said I needed to first take off my wife beater and he needed to shave my chest. Brandon said he used to be on the swim team and could help Jake shave me. They both lathered up my big chest. With all the heat back there, my nipples were distended and with their fingers all over them rubbing the lather in, they hardened right up. I don't know why, but there is a direct connection from my nipples to my dick. When my nipples get stimulated so does my dick. I had to use all my concentration to keep it from going to full mast (which is a good 7.5 inches and uncut).

    They proceeded to shave me from neck down to my treasure trail to my navel. I got a little light headed. I've got to admit that my chest looked pretty good nice and smooth. I have been working on my tan with only a thong on to look good in a posing strap. Jake began working on the eagle which ended up taking two and a half hours. His bare chest and nipple ring rubbed against my arm through the whole process and that aroma he was giving off was totally erotic like I have never experienced before.

    When he began working around my newly shave chest which was now really sensitive, my nipple got really erect and my dick started leaking in my bike shorts. The eagles claws looked like they were clasping around my nipple but it did look really good and Jake stood back admiring his work of art. With Brandon insisting I finish it, we made an appointment the following weekend. I have no idea how I will be able to make it through the next phase, but I am doing it for Brandon.

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    Wow! That was really exciting getting that tattoo. I couldn't wait to get home and jerk off. As soon as I got into my apartment, I stripped off my shirt to check it out. My muscles on my chest looked great as well as my abs. Jake had given me some ointment to apply to the Eagle tattoo to keep it from getting inflamed and heal faster. I started to smooth it on my left pectoral and by doing so was rubbing my nipple. Man did that feel good. It got erect and stimulated, standing out a good 1/2 inch. I started pulling and lightly twisting both of them. My dick started twitching. I almost came right there in my bike shorts. I pulled them off down my muscled thighs and gave my dick a few jerks before exploding all over the coffee table. I had never experienced such an orgasm before and I sort of owe it all to Brandon.

    The next morning at the station, all the guys including Captain Rockland wanted to hear about my time with Brandon. I told them about getting a tattoo with Brandon and they all insisted that I show them. So, while I was getting changed into my gear at my locker, all the guys gathered around me really close. There was Tony: a big burly Italian, Kurt: a Nordic Swede, Justin: a newbie like me about my age but a surfer boy type, and Patrick: a dark brooding Irish.

    We have a workout room and game room, so they all workout and have muscular physiques and like to have a lot of good natured fun. When they saw that my chest was shaved, they gave me a little ribbing about being as smooth as a baby's butt and looking like a kid. But they did admit how good it made my chest muscles show and maybe they all should give it a try. They were fascinated and mesmerized by the tattoo of the Eagle. All four of them involuntary reached out to touch it. I had eight rough calloused hands caressing my pecs and abs causing my nipples to harden up once again. All I had on was my jock strap and I was trying not to spring a boner. I was surrounded by them and their words of admiration. It felt good to be accepted and to be the center of attention. But, I had to push them back and get dressed fast before they saw my huge hard on. The week was pretty much uneventful after that. I couldn't wait until Saturday to get back to see Jake and get the rest of the tattoo. Brandon was excited all the way to the tattoo shop. He couldn't stop talking about and how everyone at school like his and thought it was great that I was getting one too. I was to be Jakes last client of the day so he could take his time on it. As soon as we got there, Jake locked the front door and we headed back to the small back room. It was hotter than before.

    Jake must like leather because all he had on today was black leather chaps and jockstrap. Brandon took off his T-shirt leaving him in just his nylon running shorts. He is definitely a hot little studmuffin. Jake told me to strip down to an old pair of jockstrap which he told me to wear so he could have access to put the snake on. He was very happy to have a good muscular canvass to put his artwork on. I guess he takes his artwork quite serious. He took out a pair of scissors and cut the waistband above my right hip. I did not know he was going to do that and thought my jockstrap was going to fall off, but my ample dick and balls kept it on. He shaved from the top of my pubic hair down across my hip to the top of my thigh. He leaned in real close as he did it so I could feel his hot breath on my crotch through the mesh pouch.

    He was real nonchalant about the back of his hand bumping and rubbing against my ballsack. When he was done he asked me to turn around. He had an idea to maybe make the snake's tail a little longer and wrap it around the inside of my thigh and end up on my right butt cheek since my ass was so smooth and firm. It must be all those squats I've been doing lately. I was flattered so I said sure go ahead do what you think is best. He had to cut the strap from the right side of my ass.

    He started the tattooing process and almost was kneading as he went. My dick began to rise from all the needle work. My jockstrap was only staying on from the left strap and hanging on my inflating dick. Jake noticed this too and complimented me on the size of it. I was slightly embarrassed, but what the hell we are all grown men here. It was getting hot and humid back there and the musky smell of Jake, the leather and now my excited cock was making me dizzy, so I asked if I could sit down for a bit. When I sat on the stool my jockstrap moved and released my balls.

    Jake said that was better any how because he could get the snake wrapped up close there. But now he had to shave a little more. He continued shaving, without any objection from me, until he started lathering up my balls. I asked him if he really needed to do that. He assured me that way the hairs on my balls would not irritate the new tattoo. I figured he is the expert, so I gave the go ahead. As he stretched them down and shaved away, I thought I would pass out from all that stimulation. My dick was hard as a pipe and my foreskin was getting all lubricated from all the precum I was leaking. Brandon leaned in close to observe and seemed fascinated with everything Jake was doing. I think he was getting a hard on too. Jake finished up with the tattoo pretty fast after that. Thank god.

    But he wanted to put on some salve right away. He slathered it on including my ass cheek and balls. I came immediately inside my jockstrap with some of it squirting out the side of it onto Jakes hand. He was annoyed about the mess and put his hand up to my face and told me to lick my cum off it. I asked if he was crazy and he told me it was almost all protein and that it would be good for my muscle development. He did it all the time. It seemed to make sense so I did. It actually tasted pretty good. I told Jake that. He wanted to taste it to see how it compared to his.

    But, all that was left was now running down over my smooth shaven balls. He leaned in like it was nothing and started licking my balls. The sensation was fantastic especially so close after cumming. He thought it tasted better than his. So now Brandon wanted to taste a little. Jake had finished what was left. But all that ball licking got my dick good and hard again and I had begun to produce a lot of precum again. Jake noticed that and told Brandon that the only way he would get a taste was if I could cum again so soon. I said that I didn't know if I could. Jake boosted my ego by saying that a big muscular stud like me should be able to and he would help me. His nipples are sensitive, even more so since he had them pierced, that just by playing with them he could shoot a huge load. So, he began to gently pull and twist my nipples and my dick began to twitch and throb still under my jock pouch. Jake reached out and pulled it off completely. My foreskin had completely retracted exposing my sensitive knob and was dripping dick juice like a faucet. Jake went back to playing with my nipples and pecs.

    I felt helpless under his control. He told Brandon that if he wanted a taste to go ahead and lick it fresh from the source. Brandon leaned in and licked at the stream of precum half way down the shaft of my dick and continued up to my super sensitive dick head when a gob of precum burped out of the piss slit onto his tongue. He pulled away and said that we were both right about it tasting pretty good. He had a grueling workout earlier in the day and thought he needed some extra protein for building his muscles. Jake told him that there is nothing better than cum for that.

    He wanted more from me. Jake continued his manipulating of me and I wanted to please Brandon, so, I told him to go ahead and get some more. He greedily lapped all over the head of my leaking dick head and foreskin. He couldn't get enough. He slipped the head into his mouth and began sucking. I told Jake that I didn't know if I could orgasm so soon though. He said he knew how to fix that. He began to lick all over my muscular chest and chew on my sensitive nipples and lap over into my armpits. I began to shudder and tremble and suddenly released more cum than the first time. This surprised Brandon, but he swallowed every drop. I was exhausted. He said he felt stronger all ready.

    He wondered if he had enough. He asked Jake what his tasted like. Jake said there was only one way to find out and hauled out an 8 inch perfectly proportioned cut piece of meat. He had shaved all off his pubic hair off and was totally smooth. He asked me to help by playing with his nipples. He got hard right away. He shot a huge load of about five good spurts all over my chest. So, Brandon started slurping all of Jakes jizz from my pecs and nipples. Jake said that was enough fun for now so we all got dressed. He suggested that I get both my nipples pierced since they were so sensitive and he would do them for free. I had them done the next week!

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    Tony, Kurt, Patrick, and Jason all ambushed me in the locker room the following Monday after I had my tattoo completed. It was still a little sore. I reluctantly showed them. Their hands began a gentle caress from my lower abdomen over to my hip and down to my upper thigh then onto my right butt.

    Part of the snake was still concealed by my jockstrap, though; the part that Jake had wrapped up next to my ball sack and under them. They insisted on seeing the whole thing. I said, "No way!" Tony suggested that I do a few flexes and poses to see how the Eagle and Snake moved with them. As I was getting into the routine and eating up all the compliments, mischievous Patrick had moved in behind me and grabbed my arms behind my back.

    "Hurry up Kurt and get his jock off", Patrick yelled. Before I knew it my Jock was down to my ankles and my dick sprang out to half mast and swayed from side to side. They all noticed that everything was shaved smooth except a small triangle patch above my dick and were whooping and hollering about it. My skin was still covering my dick head when Jason said that he had never seen an uncut penis before. Patrick told him to go ahead and get a closer look while he had the chance. He not only moved in close to check out my goodies but reached out to give it a feel. Kurt decided to check out my big shaved balls at the same time. My nipples began to harden along with my dick. Patrick noticed this and ordered Tony to pull on them to see how big they would get.

    Tony's rough fingers grabbed both of them and twisted them gently. My sensitive cock head shot up through my foreskin in Jason's hand. He thought that was fascinating. So, he tried to pull the skin back over it but it would not stay there. All this did was get me good and leaky with precum. I began to sweat and ooze that musky sexual aroma and get a little light headed. With all the manhandling from my tits to my balls, I had a steady stream of precum drooling out from my dickhead which began to run over the top of Jason's fist which was securely wrapped around my shaft moving up and down pulling my foreskin over my dickhead and off again. I told him what Jake had told me about it being a good source of protein and if he wanted to try some to go ahead. He was not so sure about that until the other guys immediately agreed with me and urged him to do it. He released my dick and licked his fingers. He said it wasn't bad and asked if he could try some more.

    I told him sure go ahead and milk some more out. He did but this time he slurped a big glob from my pisshole and started licking clean my shaft. He came back up to my dickhead and slipped it between those big succulent lips of his and started nursing on just the head. My balls tightened up in Kurt's big hands and I shot five huge spurts into Jason's eager mouth. WOW! That felt great. Tony, Kurt, and Patrick clapped and cheered and said to consider that Jason and I had just been initiated into the firehouse.

    Brandon and I got together the following weekend. He did not seem to be in a good mood, so I offered to help him with his school work. We sat down together and I asked him if something else was wrong. He said that his economics class was having a career day next Friday and Mr. Palmer his teacher asked some of the students to bring in their dads to answer questions about the type of work they do. And his dad is dead. It brought back bad memories and he felt left out. I asked him if I could go instead. His eyes lit up and said he would ask Mr. Palmer first thing Monday morning. I love making him happy. Becoming a Big Brother was the best thing I could have done. During lunch period on Monday I got a call from Brandon. Mr. Palmer said it would be a great idea and all his classmates were excited about being able to meet me finally. I guess Brandon bragged about me to all his friends at school; that really made me feel proud.

    I worked out really hard all week and every time I jerked off, I would eat my cum to get that extra protein. I wanted to look my best. I even freshly shaved my chest and my balls because it felt really good. Friday morning came and I put on a clean sleeveless red long john underwear, the one piece that buttons up the front from crotch to the collar bone. It had shrunk a little but it sure stretched over my muscles. My pecs and nipples were clearly visible underneath it. Then I put on my good set of regulation pants with suspenders, boots, and jacket; and finally my big yellow hard hat. I headed down to the school and met Brandon inside.

    He led me down to the classroom where everyone was waiting. I met Mr. Palmer who was about my age (24 or 25) and very attractive with wavy brown hair and deep blue eyes. It looked like he worked out quit a bit. He had on Khaki shorts which hugged his thighs and a blue casual dress shirt untucked and unbuttoned half way down his chest exposing a hairy chest which had been trimmed and a deep cleft between his pecs. He was also a gym teacher and coach for the wrestling team. He introduced me to the class which was comprised of all senior boys. Some of them had been held back a year or two. So, they were 19 and 20 years old while the rest were 18. I went through a slightly rehearsed schpeal about my job as a firefighter. When I was finished, Mr. Palmer opened it up for question and answer time.

    He insisted on me calling him by his first name, Jed, as he did with all his students. One kid asked if he could try on my hat. I said sure and gave it to him. Well not to be left out another student wanted to try on my boots. Jed said he would help me off with them and gave them to him. Then one of the older guys, he looked as big as me. He was on the wrestling team. He wanted to try on my jacket. Jed said that was enough. But Carlos said that was not fair that everyone else got to try something on and he wanted to try on the jacket. Jed looked at me and I nodded to him and didn't want to let Brandon down. So, I started to unbutton the jacket. While I was doing that, Carlos had gotten up from his seat and approached me. All he had on were a pair of small gym shorts and a wife beater tank top. As soon as I got the last button undone, he pulled the jacket off my torso. A few more guys got up from their desks and gathered around me and Carlos to check out my clothes leaving Jed outside the circle. Before I knew it, two guys were each reaching for my suspenders and slipping them off my shoulders and competing to get to try on my pants.

    They pulled them down to my ankles while Carlos and another guy lifted me up so the other two could slip them off my feet. I was now standing in just my red underwear. At that point, Jed pushed inside the circle of excited young guys and told them to give me some breathing room and get some order back. It was plain to see all of my muscles and the guys started admiring me.

    Most of them watched wrestling on TV. and they thought I looked as good as any of them. They asked me to flex for them and Brandon said, "Please do it". I went through some double bicep poses and crunches. Carlos piped in and said he wanted to feel my arms while I posed. He grabbed on and squeezed pretty hard. Jed was checking me out pretty good all this time. He was starting to get a sheen of sweat worked up making his shirt damp under his arms and chest. A couple other guys moved up and wanted to check out my muscles with their hands as well. When I flexed my pecs, the top two buttons popped open showing the head of the Eagle tattoo.

    One guy saw it and pulled the side open to get a better look and popped another two buttons in the process. I stopped posing for a moment. Jed looked at me and said that it was ok to let them see it since it was an all boy class. Carlos said, "Cool", and pulled the back of my underwear down off my shoulders letting it hand around my waist. I continued posing while these hands were exploring my chest muscles and tattoo. Everyone was so close to me all I could see was the top of their heads and Brandon sitting at his desk happy as could be. With all the grabbing and feeling me up, I was beginning to sweat real hard making my muscles shine and get slippery under their fingers. Some one started pulling on my nipple rings and asked if it hurt. I said not really, but it was really turning me on though.

    Next, some one decided to explore my abdominals and popped another two buttons leaving only three left holding up my long johns as well as my slightly engorged cock. I had nothing else on under them. They saw that the tattoo did not end yet. Carlos wanted to see if my legs were as defined as the rest of me and began to pull open the rest of the buttons before I had a chance to tell him I did not have anything on underneath. I grabbed them real fast to hold them up as the last three buttons came undone. Jed said he had an old posing suit in his gym bag for me to wear and just change in the closet. So I did. They were small and slightly transparent. My hefty bulge stretched it out from my lower abdomen and from the sides of my smooth balls. When I came back out there were gasps of admiration. I really started to get into some serious poses showing off my strong thighs and glutes. Carlos was the first to start checking me out, running his hands around my thighs to my glutes working my sweat all around. His hands began exploring the entire length of the snake right up next to my balls. My cock leaped in the small posing suit making a bigger gap from my lower abs.

    Jed suggested we do an "oil up" like they do for real bodybuilding contests. So he reached into his gym bag and pulled out a bottle of baby oil and gave it to Carlos, his star wrestler. He began working it into my legs while Jed pored some on my chest and gave my pecs a work over occasionally pulling on my nipple rings. At this point, I had not realized I was beginning to leak a lot of precum into the posing suit making a big transparent wet spot. Carlos put so much oil on my legs he had to smear some over my muscular glutes and high up on my inner thighs. My dick pulled the pouch of the posing suit up higher towards my belly button exposing half of my ball sack at the bottom.

    Carlos got some oil on them as well. A large drip of oil began traveling down from between my pecs over my abs towards my belly button just above my barely covered cock head. Jed's hands slid down off my pecs to get it over my rippled abs. The oil pooled in my belly button and leaked down under the top of the pouch onto my cock. Jed continued working the oil into my skin as his fingers slid down past my belly button and into the gap between the pouch straining to hold my cock and my lower abs. The back of his hairy knuckles grazed my super sensitive cock head causing a big sticky dollop of man cream to coat them as he brought them back out. Someone else began doing my backside rubbing oil in all the way to my glutes.

    His hands worked deep in between my muscular mounds prying them apart grazing my asshole. Carlos pulled my smooth balls all the way out from the bottom of the pouch and was actually oiling them up rolling them in his hands. More oil began running all the way into my trimmed pubic bush and around the base of my cock and down over my balls into Carlos' hands. Jed attempted to get to it from the sides of the pouch and his fingers met around the base of my cock. The guy behind me while working on my ass had worked the side straps lower down my hips pulling the front of the suit down bringing my fully engorged cock toward my left hip. Now not only were my balls exposed but part of the root of my cock.

    He pulled the straps down under my glutes and slid his hands under me to the back side of my balls and then back up to my asshole and slipped the tips of his fingers in and around there. My cock was being pulled down onto my upper thigh by the lowering pouch. Only the top half was now covered by the thong. The sensitive head was no longer protected by my foreskin and was rubbing with the oil on my upper thigh and the copious amounts of precum I had been leaking. While Jed was rubbing my lower abdomen a fourth guy started up working my pecs and big man tits; almost sending me over the edge.

    This has been going on for about 30 minutes now. Jed told me that I had an amazing body and took off his shirt to show me his. His chest was perfectly sculpted and proportioned capped with bigger nips than mine. He brought his chest up to my face and told me to lick them. I began chewing on them while he reached down and wrapped his hand around the base of my cock. By now only my cock head and the top two inches were covered by the lowering pouch. The head popped out the side. Carlos was still fondling my churning nut sack as he leaned over and sucked just the head into his waiting mouth. I started grunting like a bull in heat. Jed shucked his shorts and was not wearing underwear. He was about 7 inches and thick with a lot of hair around the base. He brought it up to my mouth and popped the bulbous head in. He started bucking and shot a large amount of cum into the back of my throat. At that time I blasted a protein shake into the star wrestler's mouth.

    Jed told me I could go use the gym showers to wash off all the oil and sweat and get dressed in there. He gave me a robe to wear down there. When I got there, the coach of the baseball team, John, and the coach of the soccer team, Rick, were in the office and saw me walk by. They stopped me and I told them I was Brandon's Big Brother and Coach Jed gave me permission to use the locker room. They complimented me on my physique and asked me if I had a minute to talk. They explained that they were teaching a class at the local community college in massage therapy and sports medicine and they needed a live model for the students to practice on and they thought I would be perfect. I hesitated.

    They chimed in and said they would pay me for the time. I agreed to be their model as long as it didn't interfere with spending time on the weekend with Brandon. They said that would not be a problem, but the class was on Monday at 6 pm. I would have just enough time to get in a quick workout after work and get to the community college...

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    On Monday, I did a short workout but concentrated on my arms. I raced to the college and got to the classroom which was in the athletic building. I ended up 15 minutes late and when I arrived they had already begun the class. There was one of the students up on a massage table wearing snug boxer briefs lying on his stomach. Coach John and Coach Rick said that Chad had volunteered to be the demonstration model until I got there.
    All the students looked like they are very athletic and muscular and Chad was more so than the rest. Now that I was there, we both would be used for the class. In my hurry, I forgot to bring a pair of underwear, just my tight Lycra gym shorts which had a zipper front. The class resumed. Coach John and Coach Rick began lecturing on the different muscle groups using me as a live diagram. They first pointed out the most important neck muscles and moved down to the lats and rear obliques. Next, they had me flex my arms to demonstrate the biceps and triceps. Coach John began tracing his fingers along my triceps

    Instead of just pointing. He left them there and began tracing his fingers of his other hand from my forearm down onto my bicep. Coach Rick began doing the same thing to my calf and quads of my right leg as I flexed them. Coach John was now trying to wrap his hands around my upper arm muscles and was lightly squeezing. In order to outline the different quad muscles, Coach Rick was rubbing his hands up and down my legs. All that rubbing was causing me to get slightly aroused and my dick was filling up with blood. But not too much, Thank God. He moved on to my glutes by only feeling me through my shorts. Meanwhile, Coach John moved on to my chest. Every guys eyes were fixed on my body and studying every muscle. I flexed my chest for John as he fondled my pecs. He mentioned that because of my piercings, they would need to be gentle around them as he moved them up and down. I could feel a tingling sensation as he did that and began to sweat a little. My dick began to pulse slightly and grow, filling the front pouch of my shorts. At that point, it was time for me to lay down on the table face down to start.

    John and Rick asked for a volunteer to show what they have learned so far in class. All hands went in the air and Chad was selected still just wearing his short cut off sweat pants, a man's body with a boyish face. He was a sheltered rich kid. Chad was also on the gymnastics team. He began by applying a small amount of warm musky smelling oil and continued into a massage. They told him to work more firmly on the back muscles and use long strokes using his whole forearm. His muscular forearm got oily and was rubbing down to the waistband of my shorts. John and Rick both rolled the back waistband down a little so they would not get oily too.

    They said that if Chad needed to get more leverage, He could get up on the table and straddle my waist. They said that the more body contact would create a more soothing and relaxing effect. My body was moving forward and backward slightly on the table. The rubbing of the zipper of my shorts against my dick made it fully erect and throbbing. My shorts began to ride up my beefy butt cheeks, exposing the lower third. Chad got off the table and pulled my right leg towards him separating my buns slightly allowing some fresh air through my thin shorts to my asshole causing it to twitch. My dick immediately spewed some precum into the top waistband of my shorts. All the movement on the table began to work it out of the top onto my lower abs and belly button getting them sticky and slick. They instructed Chad to work both hands up my thighs to my glutes and back down. Each time they told him to go higher up. Eventually he had his hands all the way up to the crest of my ass getting it all oiled up. Rick decided Chad needed some more oil and poured some right on my ass and told Chad to work it in good. Of course he added a little too much as some ran in between my buns. Chad, eager to please his instructor, slid his hand in between my ass pulling them apart with the other and began to work it in sliding his fingers over my asshole causing it to twitch. On the next swipe, he pressed a little too hard and slipped in two fingertips. Oh boy, it's time to flip over.

    I am really beginning to work up a sweat and my lower abs are completely covered with my precum. I am hoping they think it is just sweat and oil. He begins with my legs. He does a good job on them working all the way up to just below my balls, bumping into them numerous times. By the time he gets to my chest. I am almost panting for air. Chad works my pecs over really well but stays away from my nipples and rings. John and Rick tell him to do the whole pec. So, he gently moved my rings around in his fingers. My nipples get erect and point straight out. He asked me if that hurt and I said that it didn't. Rick instructed Chad to pull them out a little. He kept gently tugging on them almost fascinated by how far they would stretch.

    I on the other hand was in sexual agony trying not to soot my load right there and then. John told him to return to the long full body strokes from my feet to my chest. His hands ran through my precum and smearing it onto my chest and his muscular arms. After his fourth pass, he leaned in closer rubbing his chest against my throbbing boner and abs. The scent of my copious precum and musky sweat was filling the air. On the down stroke, his body loosened my zipper from the top moving it down a fraction of an inch. Suddenly, Coach Rick told Chad he was doing it all wrong and for him to step aside while he show him the correct way. He pulled his shirt off revealing a muscular hairy chest with a deep Italian tan.

    The dark hair swirled over the muscular mounds with large dark brown swollen nipples protruding above. He raised my arms above my head and worked more oil into my armpits. He began a full body rub bringing his hot chest onto my abs with his face close to the center of my chest. I could feel his breath on me and his full mustache brushed against me.

    He started a long slow downward massage bringing my zipper lower. My hardon broke loose and was now sliding up his hairy chest leaving a trail of precum. He reached out for my nipples and began pulling on my rings as his mustache tickled my abs. He turned his head to the side as his cheek met my cockhead. My dick released a huge spurt into his hair. Startled, he turned his head and began to get up with his mouth open in shock. His head was now just above and facing my engorged, spasming cockhead. I shot another huge spurt right into his open mouth. He involuntarily swallowed and reopened his mouth to catch a breath when I shot another glob of semen into his mouth. The last one landed on my abs.

    The bell rang. I lay there totally spent while everyone left for their next class. I apologized for what happened, but Coach Rick took all responsibility. Whew.

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    I felt so embarrassed after what happened in the class but I couldn't believe how turned on I got from having my body and muscles touched in certain areas. I felt so helpless and powerless. I decided that I needed a weekend off from seeing Brandon and his friends at school. So, on Monday when the guys at the station said they were going out next Saturday, I quickly agreed. I asked Tony where we were going to. He said there was a new sports bar opening this weekend and thought there might be a lot of hot babes around. Sounds like a good change of scenery. That night I gave Brandon a call to tell him I would have to pass on this weekend because of my plans with the guys. He was disappointed but made me promise to spend the following weekend with him. He and his friends wanted to go to Carlos' parents' cabin up north but could only do it if they had an adult go up with them and he nominated me. I guiltily agreed.
    We had a busy week with an apartment fire on Friday, so, we all were ready to let loose this Saturday night. I wore a pair of my tight jeans with a sleeveless plaid shirt left untucked and unbuttoned to show off my biceps and chest. I haven't shaved in a few weeks now, so my chest hair was coming back but still showed off my pecs. Underneath, I wore my stretch boxer briefs and a thin camouflage posing thong under that. I was ready for some fun. We all met at The Jock Club sports bar. It was the grand opening weekend. And boy was it packed. We had to squeeze through the rowdy crowd to get to the bar. There were a few babes wearing sexy clothes but a lot more men there who most looked very athletic with some armchair chair jocks with a bit of a beer belly. The bartender, who looked like he was just out of high school, asked if any of us were going to enter the Mr. Jock Strap Contest.

    Tony immediately suggested that I enter. I said no way not tonight. The cute bartender said there was a $1000 first prize and a photo shoot for a calendar. I thought "why not" and signed up. After a few beers and a couple shots an hour later, Tony, Kurt, Patrick, Jason and I were having fun and feeling relaxed. The DJ announced that they were going to begin the contest, but they needed one more contestant since they only had three. Since the bartender got me to enter, I told him he had to. All four of us lined up on the one end of the rather large curved bar. #1 was a slender guy dressed in casual business attire and clean cut dark hair. # 2 was a large blonde haired guy not in very good shape with a beer belly. His friends made a bet with him to enter. #3 was the bartender, and #4 was me.

    I looked really good compared to the rest. The contest was being shown on the big screens around the bar. They had us strut along the bar as they introduced us. The DJ told the first guy to show off his physique by taking off his shirt. Pulsing music played as we walked. He had a smooth swimmers build. The next guy did the same and a few guys jokingly whistled at his beer belly. The bartender went next as he pulled his t-shirt over his head someone from the crowd suggested he take his pants off as well. It was Kurt. Always trying to start something, he did.

    Wow. He had on a jock strap showing off his well defined legs and firm hairless butt cheeks. He moved along with the music sort of like a stripper. The woman began whistling. I am very competitive in nature, so when it came my turn, I tried to be sexier by dancing slowly and flexing my muscles taking off my shirt exposing my nipple rings and tattoo. I got a few whistles as well. It was narrowed down to me and the bartender. We had to do a tie breaker. The DJ asked the crowd what they thought we should do. They wanted us to dance close to the edge of the bar side-by-side. He turned up the music and we started dancing. The DJ asked if I could show them the rest of the tattoo. Before I could answer, Justin grabbed at my shorts waistband and pulled them down to my knees exposing my bulging posing strap. I sat down on the edge of the bar to pull them the rest of the way off when some guy grabbed them and threw them to the crowd.

    The bartender decided to give me a little push and I fell into the crowd. I decided to just continue down there and some rowdy frat boys asked me to do some muscle poses. Hands from the crowd began to grope and fondle my body. I tried to get back to the bar, but the frat boys kept pushing me away. One of them spilled a beer down my back. I went to turn around when another one spilled one down my abs and across the front of my posing strap making it transparent. My dick had already begun to swell from all the grabbing of my body. It was clearly visible through the stretched out pouch.

    The guy was clearly drunk. He apologized and began to wipe it off with his shirt from my abs to my legs. While he was on his knees in the crowd, he noticed that the snake's tail went behind the pouch of the thong. He got up and hollered that to the crowd around him. They all chanted for me to show off the whole tattoo. I had kept my balls shaved since Jake had done it for the tattoo. I refused to do it. One of the bouncers (a friend of the bartender's) grabbed me from behind and two of the frat boys grabbed my legs and hauled me up onto the bar sitting down.

    The bartender came over and held my arms behind my back while the bouncer pushed my legs apart and up slightly. The two frat boys pulled the front of my flimsy posing suit up stretching it across my drooling foreskin covered cock head. This allowed my smooth balls to fall out of the bottom of the pouch. The one frat boy couldn't believe it and pulled out his camera phone. He told someone to hold up my balls to get a picture of the snake's tail. I struggled to get free. The DJ came in to help keep me still by grabbing hold of my nipple rings. I tried to push my hips back away, but the frat boy had a good hold of my beer soaked nuts.

    The guys were drunk and rowdy and thought it was funny to over power a big muscled guy. Justin wedged in and posed with his face next to my balls sticking out his tongue. The frat boy with the camera told him to lick along the snake's tail. As he did this, my rock hard aching dick burped a glob of precum onto my abs filling up my belly button. My mind was swirling, I kept trying to get loose but I felt weak and powerless. The bartender asked grinning if Tony wanted a free shot. He wasn't one to turn down free alcohol.

    The cute bartender pulled me back so I was now laying on my back and pushed my pouch covered swollen cock downward to the side and poured a shot of Jaeger into my precum filled bellybutton overflowing onto my flexed abs. Tony lean over me from between my out stretched legs and sucked up the mixture and began licking clean my rippled abs. My dick squirted some more sap into my sheer pouch and oozed onto my naked hip. Tony's tongue slithered over and lapped it up. His Adam's apple rubbed along the length of my pulsing rod. The bartender stuck Jello shots onto my nipple rings and two of the frat boys began eating them off my hard and sensitive swollen tits. They licked and chewed well after the Jello shots were gone. The bouncer wanted to see how flexible I was and pushed my thick thighs back toward my shoulders. He kept going until my glutes left bar and my back curved up with them. The bartender pulled on my calves over my head into his lap. From my position, all I could see was my bulging posing pouch inching closer to my face.

    The frat boy wanted to get a picture with his phone. He moved in real close from the side to get a close up. He said, "His cock is so hard now, I bet it could reach his nose." So, the bartender pulled on my legs some more. Tony, being the prankster, pulled on the sides of my posing suit freeing my raging bone. It sprang loose and hit my nose coming to rest with my exposed cock head against my lips releasing a stream of syrup from the flared piss hole coating my upper lip.

    The frat boy snapped a couple shots with his phone. The other frat boy started massaging my throat as the bouncer pushed my hips forward. There was so much liquid coming from my cock head and the musky aroma I was giving off was making me lightheaded. I opened my lips to breathe in some fresh air and some precum ran into my mouth. The throat massage made me swallow. My own throbbing head of my dick was pressing against my lips and forced them apart. The bouncer pushed harder and a little more pushed into my mouth all slicked up with my own precum. Tony ordered Justin to suck on my smooth balls and he began pulling on my nipples. The bouncer rocked my hips back and forth. Immediately my cock began to pulse and shoot right into the back of my throat. I guzzled my hot thick jizm. My legs were released, allowing my swollen member to slip from my lips.

    I lay there totally spent and passed out. My buds picked my up, got me dressed, and took me home. The next day, Patrick called me to let me know that I had won.


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