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From: [e-mail] (Richard)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss
Subject: Story: Musclestuds
Date: 15 Apr 91 20:59:50 GMT
Organization: Purdue University



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     M U S C L E S T U D S
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It was 4:00 in the afternoon and I had just gotten home from school.  I
sat down on the couch and turned on the TV.


There was a knock at the door.  I went to answer it and it was Bob, my
older brother's best buddy.  He had dropped by to see him.  I told him
nobody else was home and my brother wouldn't be home until about seven,
but he could wait if he wanted to.


Bob was a sophomore in college, like my brother.  They were both twenty,
a year older than me.  He asked me to turn off the TV so we could talk
for a while.  We talked about different things: I talked about school
and Bob talked about his girlfriend and about working out.  "I hear from
your brother that your folks gave you a set of barbells for your
birthday.  Wanna work out for a while?" he asked.  I told him he could
borrow a pair of shorts if he didn't want to get his clothes sweaty.


We went into my bedroom and I pulled out of my bureau the tightest pair
of nylon running shorts I had and handed them to him.  I really wanted
to watch him change into them.  At first I was disappointed when he
handed them back to me and said, "No thanks," but when he proceeded to
take of his shirt and pants, stripping down to a pair of tight low-rise
bikini briefs right in front of me, I decided not to complain.  "I
usually work out in the nude," he said to answer my wide-eyed stare,
"but I guess I'll manage with these on!" I stripped off my own clothes
down to a pair of underwear (hoping he would like what he saw) and
changed into a pair of cut-off sweats.  I told him to follow me
downstairs to the basement to work out.


I could hardly keep my eyes off Bob, he had a perfect body.  I had
watched him grow from 105 pounds to 150 pounds of all muscle in the last
couple of years.  I could admire his physique especially well with only
that pair of underwear on: the light brown hair that peaked out ofhis
armpits and stretched from his belly-button down into the bulge of his
briefs.  He was a little over six feet, with huge shoulders and smooth,
muscular pecs tapering down to a thirty inch waist.  The cold air in the
basement had done it's work, for his brown nipples looked hard and
pointed.  The tiny briefs he was wearing fit him like a glove and I
could see every detail of his cock and balls bulging through the thin
fabric.  His thighs were huge and like the rest of his body tanned a
deep brown.  They were nearly hairless except for a downy trail of light
brown hair that started near his crotch and disappeared into his briefs.
And his calves wer e massive, with an even covering of hair.


Bob walked over to the bench, lay down and started doing bench presses.
I stood where I could have the best view up his spread legs, and was
marveling over how high his cock stood out in his underwear even when he
wasn't turned on when he said he wanted to show me his favorite exercise
for biceps.  He stood in front of me with his arms straight down holding
a barbell.  He told me to take hold of the rod so I could help balance
the barbells while he lifted the weight.  He lifted the bar up to his
pecs and lowered it again until it was even with his crotch.  Each time
he lowered the bar, it pressed against his huge cock.  This site,
coupled with seeing his chest and arm muscles flex, was starting to turn
me on.  Then we changed places and he helped as I did the exercise.
Each time the bar came in contact with my crotch I could feel my already
stiff cock getting even harder.  I wished that he would notice, but
hoped that he wouldn't.  I continued the exercise lifting and lowering
the rod with his help...pecs to cock...pecs to cock.  To my relief Bob
took the barbell and started to show me another exercise, but quickly
dropped the barbells and began massaging his right bicep.  "Shit, I
pulled another muscle! Hey, do you have some alcohol to massage it
with?" he asked.  The idea of touching this hunk of beef turned me on
even more than I already was.  I told him there was some upstairs, so we
went up to my room.  I retrieved the alcohol from the bathroom and
returned to my bedroom to find Bob lying across my bed on his stomach.
What a great view of his tight ass cheeks that was!


I climbed on the bed alongside of him and began rubbing the sore arm.
His sigh of relief a few moments later told me that the massage must
have helped, but not willing to give up this golden opportunity I asked
him if he would like a back rub.  He nodded his approval and said I was
a great masseuse!


I made my move and straddled him, sitting on his perfect bubble butt,
and began massaging his muscular back.  I started at the shoulders and
worked my way slowly down to the small of his back, making certain that
I got a chance to touch his warm hairy armpits.  I couldn't believe what
was happening to me! My cock became hard as a rock in my sweats as I
rubbed his gorgeous back all over.  It stuck straight out and strained
at the fabric.  I was glad he was turned the other way, as there was no
way he could have missed my 7-incher sticking straight out!


As I continued to massage him, I couldn't resist the urge to reach down
and squeeze my cock through the sweats.  The cotton
massaged him.  Then, without askin
once in
had his butt to
Slowly I wor

t
to sense this,
see Bob sittin
and Bob ti
I
suddenly felt him te

"I want you to shoot a
shot!


I opened my eyes I don't know how much later.