My Wild Side

Once again, my thanks to Danny, Donna, and TG for all their help.

Stephan

nwmusclestud@hotmail.com

My Wild Side Chapter Eleven

As agreed, I met Stephen outside of his Geometry class just as they were letting out. He was the first one out and began searching the halls for me.

"I'm over here."

I was yelling so he could hear my voice, as there was so much noise with all the other students chattering. He couldn't see me since I was so dwarfed by all the normal sized guys; he just followed my voice, and finally arrived at his prize (that being me-he he). The halls soon emptied as the bell for the next set of classes rang out. He picked me up and kissed me as my feet dangled a goodly amount off the floor. He pulled me to him and hugged me so tightly; I thought I would pass out.

"Hey look at the fags hugging and kissing--ain't that the shits!"

He dropped me like a lead balloon--I plummeted to the ground.

"Yeah, and I suppose you want to make something of it, huh?"

My stud muffin was on the move toward them as he said that.

"No...uh... no, we're just leaving now. Y'all can carry on."

With that having been said, they took off running as my muscled hunk turned and headed back toward me. As he did, I could tell he was thoroughly pissed--I knew the signs. His chest was heaving and his nostrils were flaring. His eyes were huge with madness. He was definitely not one to toy with. He saw me sitting on the floor where I had been so unceremoniously dropped, and as he approached he bent down and picked me up bodily in the same position I was in as I was sitting on the floor. With his well-muscled arms wrapped under and around my butt, I just sat there in his arms with my feet crossed, as I held on to his huge shoulders. What surprised the shit out of me though, was that he carried me to the dorm like that. I guess we had just come out big time, and to the whole campus.

We got a number of stares and a few upsetting glares, but my stud muffin just continued on until he reached his (our-he he) objective--our room. I reached into his tight-fitting shorts and retrieved his keys, and as I did so, I felt his hardness. It was huge--as I had never felt him that big before. I unlocked the room and he pushed us in and shoved his foot against it so as to close it. He did it with such force that my full-length mirror shattered to the floor.

"It looks as if we're in for it for seven years."

I said, as I tried to break the tension. I guess I succeeded, as he began to chuckle.

"Yeah, I guess so."

I began undressing him, as he gently put me down on his bed. I wouldn't let him put on a t-shirt that day, and as far as I was concerned, he would never have one on again. His nipples just shot through his unbuttoned shirt and were practically begging for action, but I continued on with my quest (he he).

I don't know about you, but a good muscled man looks so damn good in a shirt that is two or three sizes too big for him. It leaves me to imagine what his sculptured physique would look like. Even though I've memorized every nook and cranny on Stephen's body, it's still so sexy and erotic. God, he looked edible as he stood before me with his muscled chest still heaving due to the unfortunate soul who had yelled at us. His nips stood erect a good inch from his body-they were hard too. He looked so delicious that I reached my hand out and patted the bed I was sitting on. He sat down and I pushed him so that he was laying on his back. I got up and off the bed. My legs were hurting from being in the same position so long that I stretched a little and proceeded to undress before him, as I did a little strip tease for my stud muffin. He thoroughly enjoyed the erotica, and motioned for me to come to him.

"Not so fast there mister muscles."

I went to my drawer and retrieved my bag of goodies. I had gone to the erotic bookstore and had purchased a few more things. I laid all my toys out beside the bed on his night stand. I looked them over, but decided to work on his nips some more, as they still needed more pulling. I didn't tweak his nips with my hands, I just snapped on the chained clamps. I rolled him over and proceeded to tie him up with the four eye hooks once again as I stretched him out. This time I stretched him to the hilt as I had his body suspended in mid air about four feet off the ground with his chest downward. His soft cock hung there along with his ball sac, and his tool began to harden--I took that as a sign of enjoyment. I took some weights off of the night stand and began attaching them to his nipple chain. I had about five pounds attached and decided that would be enough weight for this session.

I then tightened an adjustable cock-ring around his sac between his cock and his nuts. I also attached a hook through the ring first, so I would have something to attach weights to; soon his balls were hanging with about three pounds of weight. As they were being stretched, he started whimpering as the weight continually pulled down from his bod. I retrieved a chair and climbed onto his muscled back and began kneading his muscled knots. They were tight from the confrontation we had earlier. I kneaded my fists into him, and then began my assault on his muscled back. He only made muffled sounds, and took it like a man, though he was in pain. Once I finished with his back, I just lay on top of him and reached under him and began playing with his pulled nips and pecs. I just liked feeling his bod, as it was under my total control.

We stayed in that position for a goodly amount of time, when I finally recanted, and slowly, but with deliberate intention, released his balls from the weights. He screamed in pain as they dropped to the bed below. I grabbed a hold and pulled on 'em with intensity. This seemed to have helped, as he no longer seemed in pain. Over the next fifteen minutes, I slowly lessened the pressure until they were hanging of their own accord. I did the same to his nipples, so it wouldn't pain him.

I had become elaborate, and had installed tracks above his bed so that I could manipulate his body better. With two tracks side by side, and one eye hook on rollers of each track, I could easily turn his body over to where his chest would be looking up. I soon had him in that position, and I searched his eyes, as if asking him if he wanted more, he moved his head up and down, and I barely heard a muffled "more please" uttering from his mouth.

I once again climbed on board as I sat on his hardened and dripping cock. It acted as if his cock had a mind of it's own, as it throbbed inside my crack. Since I had taken both Rick's and Jerry's up my ass, I figured it wouldn't be long before Stephen's joined the ranks, but now wasn't the time. It would have to wait. Stephen's hair hadn't started growing back yet, as there wasn't any stubble, so I manipulated my hands all over the upper torso of my stud muffin. He felt so good under my hands that I creamed on top of him at the erotic thoughts. He smiled and puckered his lips so as to kiss me. I acquiesced, and soon our lips were in a passionate embrace. We parted, and soon I was back in my wild side mode.

He was enjoying it. I released the nipple clamps, as they had achieved my desire for the day. His nips now would now stand a good inch and a quarter from his pectoral muscles. He looked good enough to eat, so that's what I did. I chewed, nibbled, and pulled on 'em with intensity. I applied pressure with my teeth as I did. More guttural moans and groans came from his mouth, but nothing understandable. He was mine to do with as I pleased, and believe me I pleased. By the time I was through with his inflamed nips, they protruded about an inch and a half in length, they would retreat over night to probably an inch and a quarter.

I disembarked and lowered my studly jock to the bed below. I had also installed some quick release units onto the rope, so I wouldn't have to keep buying new rope all the time. His body fell on the bed with a thud. He lay there limp, and rested, as I went to the bathroom and retrieved a bowl of warm water and a real sponge I had bought in a health food store. I mixed a bottle of therapeutic liquid into the bowl and proceeded to give him a sponge bath like he had never had before. I had him moaning and groaning with pleasure as I began my erotic tour of his glorious bod. I just couldn't get enough of my muscled stud muffin.

We met Rick and Jerry for supper that night, but they weren't dressed as they were earlier that morning. It was ok to let them eat without being on display for me, but only in the evenings. I would be one tough mother, if any of my three muscular men had come to breakfast without being in uniform. We just ate and talked. Stephen told them about the earlier episode with the homophobic bastards, and he was huffing and puffing and his nostrils were once again flaring by the time he ended it.

Rick asked me to come over for a while that evening, but I had already made plans with Jerry, so I declined. Stephen and I left and went back to our room for a while, and I told Stephen that I wanted to take a drive by myself, and that I'd be gone for few hours. He looked hurt that I didn't want him to come along, but I told him that I just needed some time to myself so I could sort through some things. He agreed and kissed me bye as I left.

I actually did drive--I drove straight to the jock dorm. As I approached room 419, I heard some strange noises coming from within. I knocked on the door, and was greeted by a very happy and elated Jerry. He had been listening to some music cd's, but turned it off once I was inside. He was shirtless, and I just about creamed in my pants as I gawked at his physique. A 6' 6" god was standing before me. His upper torso looked better than any stone replica of the Greek 's. He stepped aside and closed and latched the door from within. He soon had me stripped and in his arms once again, being carried around newlywed style. I was groping his pecs and nips as he bounced me around the room, until he set me down on his bed. He then stepped back a little bit, so I could get a really good look at my wide receiver.

"I just got back from working out just for you. They're huge now. I thought you would appreciate me like this."

He flexed a few poses, and I creamed. He lowered himself and began to lick my sauce. He then reached under my pits and picked me up as if I were a rag doll. I was dangling a good foot from the ground, and my cock was still dribbling. He continued walking around with me at arms length. My God, he was strong. My body just hung there in front of him. Naturally, I began feeling his firmly tensed muscles as he continued to hold me at arms length. His biceps were huge, as well as his pecs and abs--they were straining to the max. He finally put me down, near his bed, and I began roaming my hands all over his beautiful body.

I reached down and undid his pants, and soon found that he too was wearing no underwear--not even a jock. He shook his legs and his very, very short shorts were soon at the floor around his ankles. He stepped out of them and pushed me so I was now lying on his bed, facing him. He quickly climbed on top and laid his awesome body on top of my own muscled bod. He began massaging me with his well-muscled mounds of glory. It felt awesome, as his pecs rubbed against my chest. I enjoyed it to the hilt, and soon was writhing below him unmercifully. I shot another load as he continued loving me. God he was good. I couldn't believe my glands were recharging so fast. I guess they were pumped with excitement just as I was.

I eventually rolled him over (he helped a little--he he!) and began working his nips with my tongue, and nibbling on them with my teeth. I had decided that I would have to do him a lot slower than I was doing Rick and Stephen, I hadn't quite figured out his demeanor regarding my wild side, but I would find out tonight for sure. Soon he was fisting the bed and writhing his impressiveness under me. I gave him a chest massage that would have given Mr. Olympus a hard-on that wouldn't quit. Jerry responded well to my manipulations, and I tweaked his nips a lot during the process.

Finally the moment of truth was upon me, as I engaged my wild side. I slapped his right pec, then his left with ferocity--he looked at me with stunned eyes, and a big grin came upon his demeanor.

"You're an aggressive little shit aren't ya?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that."

"Well have at it, I'm not about to object. Just dish out as much as you can deliver--I can take it."

I couldn't have been happier, this humongous jock stud wanted to be used, to be dominated, and I was the perfect candidate for the job. I told him how I had abused Stephen, and he was drooling with anticipation as I continued. I then began doing my thing, and soon he couldn't move a muscle. He was one laid out dude. Since he was haired, I began pulling on them, and as I continued, I pulled harder and harder.

I got off of him and retrieved his razor and without use of warm water or shaving cream, I shaved his mountainous pecs. I did it so it would pain him, as I was going against the flow of his curlies. It was torturous for him, but he took it like the hunk he was. He had tears coming from his eyes, but he didn't complain. I continued on and had him completely shaved, yep, pits, pecs, abs, and crotch. I kept most of his shaved hair as souvenirs of a job well done (he he). I almost creamed when I stepped back and saw my handy work. He looked like a sculpted God. Then I began fisting his chest muscles and abs too. I just couldn't get my fists deep enough into his taught body. He winced with each blow I gave him, but still he didn't complain. He was a glutton for my punishment.

A most wicked and demonized thought of my short career with my guys then entered my mind. I rolled him over and inserted one finger into his ass. Not a minute later there were two in his hole, and soon after that, three and then four. I stretched him to the hilt, and without lube. He was moaning and groaning. I asked him if he was ok, and he just groaned and asked for more.

"More please."

I then drew my hand tight so that my fingers were as close to each other as possible and brought my thumb up to his entrance point. I pushed and soon my entire hand was within his bowels. I began probing his ass with my inserted hand and he was writhing on the bed in pain and pleasure as I fisted his inflamed ass. I found his prostrate and began massaging it delicately, and as I did, he was bucking wildly. I couldn't have been happier, and soon, I had half of my forearm in him.

"God that hurts so good."

And he began hallucinating as I continued on toward my prize. When I withdrew it, I made sure my hand was as wide as possible and in a fist. I pulled it out with an unmerciful thrust. He immediately passed out. I was so happy with the thought of his passing out at the withdraw of my hand that I creamed once again onto his naked jock body. He was mine to do with as I pleased. I went to the bathroom and washed my arm and hand and soon was back to his muscled body. He was still out of it as I tied his arms behind him and roughly rolled him over. If I had anything else to shoot I would have then, as I looked at his muscled arms and pecs straining from laying on his now restrained arms. It was a sight to behold. I then began fisting his body with all the gusto I could deliver. His muscles were mine to deal with, and I dealt them plenty, as he was putty in my hands. I began checking him out to see just how much more damage I could inflict without it being detrimental to his bod. I mean he still had to play football and all.

Just thinking of how I had controlled him and how I had fisted him into submission sent shivers of delight through my body. I finally just laid down next to his limp mass and began roaming wildly over his hairless, naked flesh. I couldn't get enough out of feeling him, and I soon pulled his backside into me as I hugged his ass and played with his pecs and nips.

My cock was rock hard with sensations that had never been in me before. I knew, that I was destined to dominate him, and dominate him I would. With my raging cock at his entrance hole, I just shoved it in him roughly, and entered him again without lube. His body jerked forward at the intrusion, but I just pulled him back to the position I wanted him in. I fucked his ass with deliberate determination. His ass was mine and would be so from this time forward. I knew it and he would soon know it too.

He finally began to come around, as I continued to assault him. He was in no condition to fight back even if he had wanted to. I had totally dominated this muscled stud, and he was mine do with as I wanted. He just took it like the slave he was. Yeah, I was his master, he was my slave. I withdrew my hard and throbbing cock and turned him over so he was on his back. He looked at me as if in awe of what I had done. His eyes looked so longingly at me, that I shuddered with delight. I sat on top of him and grabbed his hair with my fist and began fucking his mouth and used my cum and his shit drippings as lube. He even sucked as I was fucking his mouth. He was sucking on it as if his life depended on getting every bit of spunk from me he could muster.

As I withdrew from him, another wicked idea formulated in my perverse brain. I needed to piss, and here was the perfect outlet. I poked my still hard cock back in his mouth and concentrated as if I were at a urinal. Soon, it made it's way into his still sucking mouth. His eyes told all. He loved the humiliation of it, and I enjoyed it too. I stopped short of giving him my all and rolled him over onto his chest. I plugged his ass with my still hard cock and started the juice flowing once again.

He was moaning and writhing on the bed as he received my piss. For some reason, don't ask me why, I had brought my butt plug, which I had planned on using on Stephen, but hadn't yet. I grabbed it and as I slowly pulled my cock out of his leaking ass, I shoved it in him and twist locked it. The intrusion must have felt wonderful, for I once again had him writhing on the bed, and it wasn't from pain (he he). I had gotten into the scene so much that I was shocked at how long we had been together. I ran to the phone and dialed our room. A very distraught Stephen answered, and when he found out it was me who had phoned him, he seemed to calm down considerably.

"Hey there stud, look before you start drilling my ass (he, he), I just lost track of time. I'll be there within the hour, and look forward to it."

I didn't wait for his reply, as he would just have to live with it. I began planning my final assault for my muscled football jock, who was lying at my disposal. I didn't want to hurt him, but he needed to be dominated and disciplined in the worst way. I was at a loss as to what to do, so I decided to just pummel his bod some more. I rolled him over and continued my assaults. He passed out once again, so I stopped, and brought him back to the land of the living. I rolled him over and untied his bonds. He smiled and puckered his lips. My jock wanted me to make love to his mouth, so we did. We kissed passionately for a goodly amount of time as our hands roamed wildly over one another. He then rolled over so that his chested pecs were on top of me. I bent down and pulled and tugged on 'em for a good thirty minutes, and helped him to the shower stall. He was so weak, I held him as the gentle warm water fell softly upon his hugely muscled bod. I laid him down in the tub, and I left him as he was whimpering. He didn't want me to leave, but I had to none-the-less. I told him to be dressed in usual fashion our morning breakfast. His nipps would look really good in the morning, while on display for all to see, and would it would be an awesome sight with him next to Rick and my stud muffin.

With that, I drove back to my dorm and to an ever-horny stud muffin. I was already tired from my escapades with Jerry, but I knew I had to perform for Stephen. I just hoped my glands would be fully charged and ready to go again. He was my man. We would commit to one another within a month, if he still wanted it. I was ready, and if the next time he asked, I knew what my answer would be--a definite and horny YES.

When I returned to our room, I was surprised to say the least. My stud had been one busy guy. He was dressed in a tuxedo, and had about fifteen votive candles lit around the room. As his image flickered in the candlelight, he began playing 'our' song by Willie. The room's fragrance was magnificent with the smell of the tangerine cream votives. It was the most romantic setting I had ever seen, of course my stud muffin was there, and it would have been romantic if we had been in a garbage dump. Never-the- less, you get my drift. He had it as romantic as it could be considering we were in a dorm and I was in my dirty shorts. Talk about opposites-he was dressed to the hilt. He kneeled in front of me, and my heart started doing flip-flops in anticipation.

"I want this to be a very special night, one of which neither of us will ever forget. Yesterday, I asked you to commit to me, you thought it was too soon, and told me to think on it for a while. I know it hasn't been but a day, but more time will only delay the inevitable. I know you're the one for me-- there's no doubt in my mind, and after tonight, and I hope you won't doubt it either. I won't ask this again, will you commit to my loving you for the rest of your life, and you loving me?"

I knew what I wanted to say, but my words wouldn't come out, so I just stood there looking up into his beautiful eyes. They reflected his loving soul, his studly bod. I went to my knees and looked at this wonderful man who was in essence proposing to me. We had only known each other for a little over a week, but during that time, I grew to love him more than life itself. If he wanted a commitment from me, he was damn well going to get it. This was it--I couldn't resist him.

Just as Willie's song ended, it began once again, as he must have had it on auto repeat. I reached out and with both hands, took his. We arose to our feet in unison. I reached around his waist and he took the lead as we danced slowly. It was wonderful, but it was jokingly funny too, as I thought of my stud in a tux, and me in dirty and scraggy shorts. I didn't dare laugh or joke about it--this was serious. We danced slowly around the room as the candlelight flickered. When Willie's song ended for what I thought was the fourth round, I pulled away from him and kneeled in front of my human god.

I had a big lump in my throat, and could hardly muster a word as I was tearing up big time. I just nodded affirmatively, and then said in a cracked and very emotional voice:

"Yes, my big lug, I'll commit to you here and now. But you know the consequences, we'll never part from one another, this will be a journey to death's end. No turning back. I'll still give you an out if you want it, but now's the time to speak up, because once we say our vows, you're mine, and I'm yours for ever."

And with that, we kissed passionately for a very long time. I pulled away and got cleaned up as fast as I could. I didn't have a tux, so I dressed in my best suit. He told me that I looked stunning, of course I told him he did too, and he did.

I asked Stephen to phone Rick. I phoned Jerry. They were told to get their ass' over to our room and hurry up about it. We didn't tell them why, and they both appeared apprehensive as they approached our room. We were in the hallway waiting their arrival. We took them down to the study room, where it looked a little more ceremonial, and Stephen knelt as he committed his life to me. When he finished, he arose, and I knelt as I committed my life to him.

Rick and Jerry were in tears as we pulled ourselves from the most passionate kiss of my life. Rick and Jerry left soon afterwards, and Stephen and I drove to one of the classiest hotels in Austin. It was there we consummated our love to each other. Yes, Stephen made love to me for the first time and there wasn't a bit of discomfort.

He made love to me that night, as neither Rick nor Jerry could have done. I reciprocated and our union was complete. "What God hath joined together, let no man put asunder." Throughout the night, we didn't quit playing and fondling with each other. We made passionate love to one another and sucked the night away as we groped each other. What a glorious night it was, and once daylight had shown its face, we arose together as partners forever. We both knew there would be rough spots ahead, there would have to be, but with each other, we could run the gambit of life.

We stayed in the motel throughout the day, and on into the following night. We couldn't afford to be away from our classes any longer, so we had to return back to the reality of campus life. When we got to our room, we discovered that someone had marked us. "Scumbag Faggots" was sprayed with flaming hot pink paint. It was on our door and on the outside walls to our room. It had probably been one of those homophobic assholes in the hallway of Stephen's Geometry class.

It took us a good hour to clean the mess and we did a god job of it too. One would have to really study it in order to see the homophobic wording. We dressed in school attire, and left for our classes. I couldn't concentrate on what was being said by any of my professors, and I was sure Stephen had the same problem. We made it through all right, and met up at our room. I unclothed his chest, and he undressed mine as well. I laid him on his chest and proceed to give him a therapeutic rubdown so as to release his tight and taught muscles from the day's strain.

After an hour, I turned his very limp body over and gave him the same treatment as I had on his back. Only this time, his pecs, nipples, and cock came into play. I massaged him thoroughly as I played with his assortedness. His nipps were approaching the length I wanted them, so I didn't pull or tug on them with the ferocity I would have normally. They were now one and one-half inches long, and when hard and erect they stood perpendicular to his body. Of course when they weren't, they dropped down. I wanted to show him off, so I pulled him up and led him down the hall and out to meet the public for the first time with his nipps as I wanted them.

Naturally, people looked and some gawked at the nipple display, and when someone would make a comment about them, I just sucked on one and groped his other. We chuckled, at them, as we continued making our rounds around campus.

Some brave souls, even came up to Stephen, and asked if they could touch his nipps. Stephen was in a good mood and told them they could not only touch but they could suck on 'em if they liked. A couple of guys took him up on the offer and sucked on him for several minutes. I just looked on and smiled. Stephen got used to parading around without his shirt on, and began to feel comfortable with it. It soon was nothing to be seeing him jogging around campus with his nipples bobbing up and down. He got some stares, of course, but he mentally told 'em to fuck off.

We got into our normal routine, but at breakfast, instead of him seated opposite me, he now sat at my side, as he was officially mine for ever. I fed him from my plate and he fed me from his. He wasn't made to have his chested muscles revealed, since he was sitting beside me, and I couldn't see his muscled pecs and drooping nipps. Rick and Jerry continued to sit with us, and I continued to remind them of their proper attire. They only screwed up occasionally, and I lovingly beat them into submission. I think Jerry did it on purpose, cause he was really into being dominated. Rick wasn't so into domination, but he loved me doing my wild side to his bod.

A week after our ceremony, I returned to my daily routine of working on Jerry and Rick. I figured Stephen knew about my antics, but I had never actually told him. He was handling it really well too, considering how jealous he had once been. The medication he was taking didn't have any side effects, except maybe he was a little hornier, as if that could have ever been. I was in heaven, servicing my three muscled jocks, and they enjoyed the benefits as well.

One day, as I came out of class, I was casually walking back to my dorm to meet Stephen. Someone yelled my name, so I turned around, and when I awoke, I found myself in the University's medical center. I had three broken ribs and a broken arm. I was severely bruised all over from apparent kicks into my then limp body. Faggot was inked on my forehead, hands, and arms, as well as on my legs. Stephen had been notified since he was my roommate, and when he saw my bruised and battered body, he lost all control.

He was yelling so uncontrollably, that he had to be physically removed from the building. It took four solidly built security officers to do it. I had never seen such a reaction from him since I had met him weeks, ago. I was forced to remain in the hospital for a few days, while nurses, and of course a much more at ease Stephen attended to my bruised body. Every time he looked at me, he would start heaving his chest and his nostrils would do their thing. At least he was gentle though as he rubbed therapeutic lotions on my body. Rick and Jerry visited me twice a day. They even dressed in the attire I loved. They looked so good to my sore eyes (well, my eyes weren't really sore, but you get me drift). Once back at the dorm, and several days after my attack, Stephen finally decided it was time to pay the Dean a visit. He dressed up in a suit that made me want to jump his bones, but since I was rather still out of it at the time, I didn't try. He kissed me goodbye and brought me some snacks to munch on while he was gone.

The meeting apparently went well, and once he returned he told me that security was going to be beefed up, especially where my classes were being held. I was a little upset at my hero, but I felt good that he had done something constructive. The next few days found me back in my dormitoried surroundings. I was getting horny for Rick and Jerry, so I decided to brave the outside world and left a note for Stephen so he wouldn't worry when he came back and found me gone. I just told him I was going to take a drive and that I'd be back by 10:30.

I drove over to Jerry's dorm and waited in the lobby. I must have looked like death warmed over, from all the stares I was getting from the muscled jocks which were on display for my amusement. I smiled profusely when Jerry came through the main entrance, and he smiled back. He was glad to see me. We went to his room, and I snuggled up against my muscled football jock. He made me feel wonderful, as he caressed my bod very tenderly.

He gave me a tongue bath, since I had not been bathed in days. I must have smelled pretty bad too, but Jerry seemed to get off on my musky odor. I had begun wearing undies again, and once Jerry took them off of me, he asked if he could keep 'em. I agreed, hell why not, I needed to change 'em anyway. With my good hand, I began removing his clothes.

Since it wasn't really an easy thing to do with just one good arm and hand, I used my mouth as well. Jerry loved it, and even helped me out every once and a while. Finally, he had no more clothes on and his glorious muscles were shining bright. I snuggled up against his brazen chest muscles, and took in a deep scent of his rugged manhood. He had just returned from his football practice and had worked out in the gym. He hadn't showered, and he smelled so wonderful. I told him not to shower anymore at the field house, that I would clean him up, when it was necessary.

He smiled, and got a boner when I said that, so being the kind and loving guy that I am (he-he), I took care of his little (really it was big) problem. I pushed him down on the bed, and I carefully lay on top of him. My ribs were still smarting and I cringed from pain as I lay on top of my muscled wide receiver. My cock was firmly implanted between his monstrous thighs, and my abs lay on top of his hardened tool. My head was creviced where it lovingly belonged. I licked and nibbled on his luscious pecs and perked-up nipples.

I noticed that he had bulked up quite a bit since I had been with him previous. He said, that he was really working hard, not only to impress me, but also because of their upcoming game against Texas A&M on turkey day (Thanksgiving). I told him I would make the ultimate sacrifice and be in attendance for the game. I wasn't really an avid football fan, but I figured what the hell, why not go--I knew I would enjoy it. When I told him that I'd be there routing for him, he just about lost it as he was repeating over and over again: "yes, yes, yes." He was like Rick had been-an energized rabbit.

We continued making out, and I stuck my beefy finger up his ass so he would realize that I still had the desire to take him. He smiled and moaned at my antics. I really didn't feel guilty about my relationships with Rick and Jerry. It was fun, enjoyable, and safe as long as it remained just between my three musculars and me. For variety, I had Stephen do Rick on a semi- weekly basis. I wanted Rick to have some fun too with my man, but I never, ever thought about letting Jerry get it on with Stephen, as I was still somewhat fearful of the outcome.

For the next hour or so, Jerry attended to my every need, except the anal need--it would have to wait until I could handle it better. I too helped him with his needs. Again, nothing anal happened, but our cocks certainly nourished each other's bodies with white creamy cum sauce.

Finally I left and walked over to Rick's room. We peated and repeated our lovemaking. He was very gentle with me, and as I laid on top of his muscled form, I cringed at the pain of my ribs, and he gently massaged my body, but didn't dare go near my injured ribs.

I sucked on his nipps and pecs, for a goodly amount of time, and let my hands roam his awesome bod. I stuck my finger in his anus and wiggled it around a little, so he would know that I was still thinking of his ass. He smiled and moaned as I did it. As I was on top of him, I got up and sat on his throbbing dick. It made my ass want to take him right there and then, but I knew better. I just rubbed his chested muscles and pulled and tugged on his nipps. They were still lengthy, but by now, Stephens no longer needed my tugging, and Rick's still needed more assistance--I would just be the right guy for the job. I continued for another hour just manipulating his nipps (well not just his nipps--he, he!).

Time passed, and it was soon time to be back to my Stephen. Rick helped me get dressed, and he tucked in my shirttail into my shorts. He groped my package as he did, and it sent shivers into my already weakened body. He helped hold me until I had recovered enough to leave. I kissed his cheek, and let my hand roam his wonderful and taught body muscles.

"See ya in the morning, and be in uniform."

As I approached the dorm, I looked up to our window and saw two figures standing there. I could tell they were hugging and making out. I hurried to our room, but went as gently as I could so that my ribs wouldn't feel each and every thud. As I approached the door, I heard voices as if they were arguing, and as I stepped through the door, was I ever surprised. It was just the television blaring. Apparently I what I had seen from outside, wasn't actually our room, but the room next to ours. I was somewhat relieved, but felt a little tinge of guilt, since I was playing around, why couldn't Stephen. I approached the subject as carefully as I could without wanting to get murderated (a new word) in the process.

"Stephen, I know you've been with Rick, I even asked you too. You're still doing it with him aren't you?"

"Well, you told me to didn't you? You know I always do as you say."

"I just wanted to make sure."

I stuttered out the following words, as I was nervous as hell.

"You doing anyone else?"

The look of guilt on his face told everything. I just looked and nervously asked who it was.

He rattled off another name, it was someone I didn't know. It just passed over me as if it were a balloon filled with helium.

"You know that I've been with other guys too, don't you?"

I was really nervous as I asked him that question. I feared his jealous rage.

"Yeah, I know about Rick and Jerry, it's hard not to notice with them both dressed each morning with their tits hanging out and being on display as are mine."

I could tell there was a little jealousy coming forth, but he handled it really well. He was in control.

"Yeah, you're right. We never discussed whether we would be monogamous in our relationship, I guess now's a good a time as any isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess it is, so what do you think?"

"Well you know about Rick and Jerry, and I know about Rick and 'what's his name', and I'm ok with it, but I don't think it should go any further than that."

"Yeah, I agree, but I want you to know that I still love you more than anything, and I'll quit 'what's his name' (he chuckled, as he said that) if that's what you want. I won't ask you to quit Rick or Jerry, cause I know you love 'em too, probably as brothers, and hopefully not as lovers."

"Yeah, you're right--I do love 'em, but as you said, It's not as lovers, and it really is as brothers, I suppose. And to answer you regarding 'what's his name,' it's alright for you to continue on, just remember it's me you're 'in love' with, and not 'what's his name.' I'd like to meet him though--what would be a good time?"

"I'll have to discuss it with him--he's still a deep closet case."

"Ok, that's fine. I'll keep leaving notes for you whenever I'm gone, and I'll be more truthful about where I'll be and with whom. Ok?"

"Yeah, and I'll leave you notes too."

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Once again, my thanks to Danny, Donna, and TG for all their help.

Stephan

nwmusclestud@hotmail.com