Once again, my thanks to Donna, Danny, and TG for all their help.
Stephan
nwmusclestud@hotmail.com
My Wild Side Chapter Thirteen
"Rick, how about showing me how you feel."
I smiled and then let go of him. I reached out and slowly began releasing the buttons from his shirt. I stopped just short of the last two, as I proceeded to pull his shirttails out from his shorts. I then reached up and caressed his well-defined torso, and pulled on his nipps. He shuddered as I did him. As I reached out again and continued to unbutton his loose fitting shirt, he shrugged his quarterbacked shoulders and it slipped off and down his muscular arms as it revealed his massiveness.
His body was shivering as I reached out and stroked his muscled pecs into submission. I could tell he was weak-kneed, but there was no way I could hold him or keep him from falling if he tumbled. The only thing I could think of, in order to keep him upright, was to shock him into consciousness. His body reeled from my slap to his muscled pecs. With one mighty stroke, both of them were red and inflamed. He stared at me as if dazed and I shook him, until he finally came around.
"Thought I lost you there buddy. What the hell happened (as if I didn't know)?"
"I'm not really sure, but the way you were stroking me, it just... just felt so awesomely good. I got weak-kneed, light-headed, and then..."
"Yeah, I could tell. There was no way I could catch you if you were to fall. Not with my injuries. You understand?"
"Sure, no problem Palm, but can I ask you something?"
"Not now, let's get undressed and into bed, then we can talk, ok?"
"Sure."
I continued removing his clothes. There wasn't much left, and I reached in and groped his package before continuing. Once it was as I wanted it (he, he) I unzipped his shorts, and inserted my thumb between his undies and flesh. As I pulled them down, his then hard and drooling cock slapped against his firm abs.
"A little rambunctious there aren't ya."
"Always when you're around."
He was nodding his head as he spoke those words, and backed up as he stepped out of his ankled clothes. He toed his sneakers, and soon only his socks were left. He led me to his bed and as he was lying down, he pulled me onto his well-defined chest. He was gentle with me as he slowly lowered me onto his chested muscles. As I lay there, we continued talking as I rubbed and chewed his nipps. I had neglected them badly, but they were soon to become nice and erect with my manipulations. He continued to speak through his moans and groans of pleasure, and I understood what he was trying to say.
"Palm, Jerry and, (oh--ooh--ah) I got to talking, and we (ooh--ah--oh) discovered that we're both 'in love' (ooh--ooooh--ahhh) with you. We both realize it, and don't know quite (ahhhh) how to handle it--any (ooooooh) suggestions?"
"I need to think about what's all going on. It's like...I just don't know. Let's just go with it for now. Maybe the four of us should get together and talk about it. I just don't know, but don't mention any of this to Stephen, I don't want him brought into this unwarranted. I need to bring him slowly about, ok?"
Without his saying anything, we went about pleasuring each other. I came quickly, as did Rick. We made love to one another, but nothing extraordinarily passionate. I just couldn't get the thought out of my reeling head, that all my studs were 'in love' with me. I didn't want to hurt Rick or Jerry, and I knew with certain that I'd never intentionally hurt, nor ever leave my studly Stephen. I just couldn't figure out what the hell to do.
Rick kept pawing me, and was doing his best to make me feel good, but I was in a mood, and as soon as I realized I wasn't pleasuring my musculared hunk, who was so tenderly taking care of me, I forcefully removed those thoughts which had hindered me from satisfying my quarterbacked Rick.
I began working on him in earnest; with all the tenderness and love I could. I chewed and nibbled on his firm pecs, as I played with his nipples and rubbed them tightly with my fingers. I scooted down and licked his entire muscled chest and began massaging his fullness. I hadn't really noticed until now, but he was really muscling up, as he apparently had been working out more and more. I questioned him after I told him how good he looked.
"I've been working out. I've been doing it for you. I wanted you to be as proud of my body, as you are of Stephen's and Jerry's."
I took in what he said, and when he finished, I had tears streaming down my cheeks. He had tears coming down his too.
"I guess it was in vain, you'll never love me, not as I do you. Maybe I should just give it up."
"Oh no you don't. You give it up, and I'll beat you senseless, you hear me? Your body excites me no less than does Jerr's or my stud muffin's. You look awesome and I'm so glad your working out, and if it's just for me, then so much the better. I'll know if you stop working on it--your body won't be able to hide it, and believe me when I say, I love you. I love your soul, your mind, and body--your total being. You're a beautiful person."
I then arose and placed my ass on his crotch. As I sat there his cock throbbed achingly toward my hole. I lifted myself and raised it to my port-of-entry, and took him without lube or preparation. There was much discomfort at first because of the friction, which manifested itself between our flesh, but as I withdrew, his spunk functioned as lube, and soon the discomfort ceased.
Before he shot his load, an hour later (he, he), I had him writhing and wildly fisting the bed below us. When I felt his impending orgasm I stopped, and he backed off. He kept coming to the edge of orgasm and I continued backing him off. It was an hour before I finally allowed him to erupt within me, and what an eruption it was. He passed out, from the intensity of his orgasm, and as I revived him, he smiled. He had jettisoned his load with the forceful push of his rocket booster, but having been jettisoned once before by his thrusted power, I had prepared myself and held on for the ride.
I don't know why, but I had never developed my wild side with Rick. I wasn't sure if he would be willing to take the punishment I could give so well. With mixed emotions, I asked if he would like being dominated, by a shorter muscled guy.
"If you're talking about me being dominated by you, then yes--have at it. There is no one, other than you, I would allow to do such a thing, but for you, for your love, I'll do anything-and I'll be submissive to you forever."
I was stunned by his words, but felt a need to assert myself over my high school quarterback. Just having the thoughts of him being at my personal disposal, sent shivers of reality in my being. I hadn't really planned on doing him this way, at least not tonight, but his being here below me, and asking for it, just propelled me. Soon I was fisting his body, as I continued driving my hard and muscled fist into his firm pecs. I slapped them with zeal, and continued humiliating him before me. I looked into his eyes as I dealt blow after blow to his well-muscled chest. His satisfied look stared back at me, and as he looked me squarely in my eyes I continued my assault.
Power-slam after power-slam he took, and he whimpered or moaned not. I continued on down his muscled body until his abs had almost no definition. Still, there was not a complaint or a moan of agony that I knew he had to be feeling. He took my blows like the man he was. I scooted further down, and sat just below his knees. His throbbing cock was hard as nails, and was drooling pre-cum as I continued on toward my dominating quest. I pelted his muscled thighs, but I wasn't going to thoroughly demolish them, for I knew he still had to walk the following morning, so I worked them over lightly, but with firm determination.
Once he had been mildly beaten, I rolled him over. His muscles seemed as if they were goo as I grabbed his pec and abs to turn him. I began pummeling his back muscles, and still not a whimper or groan. I checked to see if he had passed out, but his eyes just continued to look at me with just as much love and admiration as always-maybe even more so. There were no tears either. I had assaulted him with determined power, but he just took everything I had dealt him.
I didn't pummel the small of his back for fear I might injure his kidneys, but I did continue on past and onto his buttocks and the back of his muscled thighs. I had worn myself out by abusing his body, so I climbed off and turned him over so he was facing me. Still his abs showed little if any muscle definition, and he was still goo and as putty in my hands. I lay upon his naked and abused body and began massaging him back to health. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why I had this wild side with my guys or why I was acting this way, but for the time being, I didn't care, as I was taking care of my hugely-muscled quarterback.
He wrapped his unbeaten arms around me and hugged me gently as if to say he was all right. He was reassuring me, when I should have been reassuring him. This was not right, yet I loved every moment of it. For some unknown reason, I began crying like a baby. I had all these spent emotions toying with my brain and I just let it flow.
"That's all right Palm, you're safe in my arms. I'll hold you-you'll be all right. I won't let you go. I need you as much and even more than you need me. You'll be fine, just let it go... let it go."
I must have cried for an hour, and by the time the tears stopped flowing, I was whimpering. I didn't understand what was happening to me--I didn't want to understand. I got off of Rick's sore and badly beaten body, and helped him lay down in the tub. I ran warm water over his beaten chest and helped to massage him back toward health; at least as healthy as he could be after the beating I had given him. I hadn't bruised him, but I swore that I would never again be as out of control and brutal, as I had with Rick. Never would I do anyone as bad.
I helped him back onto his bed, and he could now function on his own, but barely. He was coming around very nicely, and his abdominal definition was beginning to show signs of life once again, and his muscled pecs were not the goo they had been. I kissed him on his forehead, and began trekking down his ever-so muscled body an inch at a time until I came to his cock. It was drooling with anticipation of what was coming, but I only kissed his piss slit. I ran my hand down his muscled form as he fell into an exhausted and deep sleep. I got in bed and laid next to him, and pulled him so I was spooning my quarterback. My injured ribs were on top, so I was lying on my good side. I just draped my arm across him as I let my hand roam all over my quarterback's well-defined body. He felt so good to the touch.
As I lay there, I began reflecting about all my guys being `in love' with me. Anxiety set in, and I couldn't handle it--I had to get out of Rick's room. I managed to kiss him softly as I left. I didn't know where I was going-I just had to go. I had to get away, away from Rick, away from Jerry too. I felt I needed to get a way from Stephen, but I decided there was no way I could do that. I left Rick's dorm and started running. I wasn't running to any particular place-I was just running. I had to get away--I had to think this out.
After about forty minutes, the fog lifted from my eyes and I saw Stephen. Without thinking I ran to him and jumped him on the campus lawn--I cried my eyes out as I hugged his body and wrapped my legs around his waist. I held Stephen so closely that it hurt my ribs, but I didn't care-I needed him to be as close as possible right then and there. I held onto him so tightly cause I feared he would leave me. I couldn't let go of him.
"Let it out Palm, just let it go."
I looked up into his oh-so-masculine and handsome face. He was smiling, but he also had a worried look about him. He didn't know what the hell was wrong with me, but he held onto me so I would know he was there. It felt so good as he lovingly caressed my body. He walked us over to one of the many benches on campus, and set me down on his lap, as I still held on to him tightly. He was my anchor-my rock--my strength. He must have held me for hours, as it was now beginning to get dark, but he continued to rock me gently back and forth.
"It'll be all right, it'll be all right."
Just after he had spoken those words, it hit me. It would be all right. I knew that somehow, everything would work itself out, and we would all be ok in it. I lifted my head and pulled away, and looked at his now tear-soaked shirt. It had been soaked from my carrying on as he had held me close. My eyes were puffy, and probably red from my actions. As I looked into his face, he seemed relieved that I wasn't crying anymore. He reached out with his huge hands and gently wiped the remaining teardrops from my cheeks and pulled me into an embrace as he kissed me in front of God and anyone else that had been looking on, but I didn't care. My stud, my jocked and muscled stud muffin had been there for me. I hugged him back and returned kiss upon kiss to his puckered lips. I opened his now-stained shirt, and caressed his ever-so-lovable pecs. I even played with his nipps as I continued on.
"Let's continue this at our place, we have some serious stuff to talk over."
He looked at me with queried eyes, as we got up, and carried me to the dorm. He grabbed his keys and opened the door. Once it was closed he began undressing me, but I stopped him.
"No, it's not time for that now, we need to discuss our relationship with Rick, Jerry, and `what's his name'-this is serious."
He looked at me, and his face became sullen, and with a serious tone, he said:
"Ok, let's talk."
I told him what Rick and Jerry had said to me. I told Stephen what I had told them. How they were both in love' with me, and that I loved them, but I was in love' with only Stephen. My stud muffin felt relieved, that I had confessed my being `in love' with him.
"Not to worry, hun, I'll always be `in love' with you. There's no doubt of it in my mind."
He really smiled as I said that.
"Ok, here's the problem. Rick says he's in love' with me, and Jerry says the same thing. And you'd better damn well be in love' with me!"
I chuckled a bit after saying that, and he did to.
"I don't know what to do. I can't be `in love' with three people, can I? How do I handle this, or rather how do we handle this?"
"Ok, I see-you want me to bail you out of the problem you've gotten yourself into huh?"
"I'm not joking Steve (I had never called him that before). Get serious, this is very, very important. Four lives are hanging on the outcome of this!"
"I know, I was just being an ass and trying to humor you." "No, you're not an ass, you do have one though, it's a fine one too, and rest assured, it will soon be mine, but for now let's think this thing through and see if we can find some sort of solution."
We talked it over, and after a few hours we came up with what might be a solution, but we needed Rick's and Jerry's input too. Stephen still felt a little apprehensive about it, but what else could we do? It was 10:30pm by now, but we phoned them both and asked that they come over to our study room. They each agreed and we met them downstairs. All four of us looked somber as we went inside the room. Stephen took over, and told them that both he and I had discussed the situation and that there may be a solution. They both perked up immediately, and were on pins and needles with anticipation, as the saying goes.
I then took over and explained to them the idea we had come up with. We both had read a story in nifty called "Marine Hero" by rimpig. The concept of a family relationship was rather bazaar, but both Stephen and I felt it might work in our situation. I went on and explained in theory how it would work.
"Stephen and I will remain committed to one another. We will be with each other, as partners. You two will be partners, too."
They looked at each other and grinned.
"But that doesn't mean that I won't take one or both of you to bed, or that Stephen won't take you or both of you to bed. You'll also be able to take me, Stephen, or one another. What it means is this: we will take each other when one wants to. It won't be forcibly done, and it has to be with mutual consent and love for one another. There can be no jealousy."
I looked at Stephen, and he just grinned his approval. Rick and Jerry looked at each other and they both seemed ok with the idea. I continued on and told them that since we were all freshmen, we still had to remain on campus, but I told them that since my parents had given the University a huge endowment, that I would talk to the Dean and see if we could arrange to stay together in special housing which was available for married couples, or that we could all be together in rooms which were adjoined by a common restroom. I told them that our room was one of those, and that since they knew what it looked like, they just nodded their heads.
"Look fellas, I know it's not the perfect solution to our problem, but at least it's a start in the right direction."
They agreed and seemed happy with the idea. As they were about to leave, we all hugged one another. I lined my three musculars up, and I tweaked all six of `em (well there were six nipps). I kept a dubious eye on Stephen as I did Rick's and Jerry's nipps, and he remained cool. Soon Rick and Jerry left with their arms around one another. Stephen and I returned happily to our den of iniquity (that's what I liked calling our room). Stephen closed the door and locked it.
"Strip mister muscles-and hurry it up (hurry IT UP--he, he)."
He did, and up it went. We made passionate love to one another, before sleep took possession. I lay on top of his chested muscle and lightly sucked on his nipps, as sleep took us. When I woke up I found my mouth still encompassing his nipple. Subconsciously, I must have sucked on it throughout the night, cause it was red, swollen, and inflamed. It was even a half an inch longer than his other one. I must have done a good job on him. As I chuckled, Stephen woke up and as he stretched he looked me in the eyes and smiled. His dimples were so cute. Then I began chuckling again.
"What?"
"I was just remembering back when I first saw you and the reaction you had when I touched your chest."
"Oh, ...I still can't get over the way I acted. I still feel bad about it."
"Shut up you big lug--get over it, Mister Muscles!"
Then we both got out of bed and showered as we played with one another. He noticed one of his nipps was longer than the other, and just shook his head in disbelief.
"Get over it!"
We just cracked up at that remark and after drying each other we dressed for our meeting with Rick and Jerry in the commons. Stephen and I sat side by side, as did Rick and Jerry. They were in their proper attire (he, he). Jerry then started the conversation.
"We spent the night together. I can't tell you how good Rick is--I think we'll be good for one another, and we began reading "Marine Hero." It will take us a while to finish, but we thought you'd like to know that we think the idea of a family of four is great. We're both looking forward to being together with ya'll. It should be exciting and fun."
"I'm glad you liked the idea. It was all we could put together. Hopefully, it will work out. I'm going to see the Dean later this morning. I'll see you when you get out of class Jerry, and I'll see you later Rick."
I smiled as I looked over toward Stephen, and he just grinned, as if saying it was all right for me to love my quarterback and my wide receiver. I really did love them, and they knew it as well. I just couldn't believe how well Stephen was taking all this in--that medicine he was taking was really working.
I met Jerry as he came out of class, and we walked to the jock dorm. The display of healthy beef was still rampant, and soon had my mouth watering with lust. It was that lust that got me into being with Rick, and it was lust, which had gotten me into being with Jerry. I wasn't about to add to my studly group-three musculars was enough. I had all the prime AA beef and muscle I could handle for the moment. They loved me, and I loved them.
When Jerry closed and locked the door, he turned toward me and sank to his knees. I went to mine also, and we embraced and tongued each other with the passion of horniness. We kept it up as we rumbled and tumbled across the floor. My ribs felt some discomfort from our antics, but Jerry had been careful while playing with me. We both laughed as we got up from rolling. He helped me up and I helped him-at least I think I helped (he, he).
"Strip receiver!"
He actually ripped off his shirt and pants, and in less than five seconds he stood before me completely nude.
"Well don't just stand there, remove mine too."
He unbuttoned my shirt, and I slid with ease out of my shorts. He was careful not to rip my clothes as I did need to walk back to my dorm.
"On your knees stud."
He did, and I stepped up and sat on his shoulders as I cock-slapped his face. I didn't have to tell him to get up; he just did it and began walking around the room with my cock in his succulent mouth.
"You're a little cocky (How do you like my play on words?) today aren't ya mister muscles?"
As he was busy sucking my now throbbing and dripping cock, he just nodded his ascent, and kept walking around. Unless you've done it, you would never understand how erotic it is sitting on a massive set of shoulders with your feet gouging chested muscles while being sucked by a master cocksucker. I couldn't take it anymore, and shot a hefty load into his readied mouth. He couldn't swallow it fast enough as it dribbled out the corners of his mouth. I petered out, but my throbbing unit stayed hard with anticipation.
"Ok, muscles, on the bed."
He did as he was told and took my still sore body and laid me on the bed as he climbed gently on top. He kept his weight off my sore ribbed area as he sucked my nipps, and toyed with my pecs. I played with his stubbled pecs too. His stubble wasn't as soft as his full-length chested hair had been. And as I needed to replenish my souvenir, I decided to let his hair grow out longer. I would shave him after his football season had ended.
I could hardly wait, cause I could really have him then (he, he). I rolled him over and sat up on his mountainous abs, and grabbed a hand full of soft pec tissue and sent my fingers into his massive mounds. They felt so tender and soft to my touch. I just couldn't get enough of `em. I laid down, as I continued playing with his pecs, and put my mouth between his mountain peaks, and began licking and slurping the valley thereof. He then surprised me and flexed one pec and then the other. He was humming as he kept his muscles moving in tune with the beat. It was erotic to put it mildly.
I went from pec to pec and lightly chewed on em, and finally having stopped massaging em with my hands I started working on his nipps, as I chewed and tugged on them with fierceness. It wasn't long before they grew outwardly and would be suitable for his campus jog; however, I would wait though until after his final regular football game before having him do it.
We were undefeated this season, and were ranked number 2 in the nation behind Washington State University. They would probably face each other in one of the national bowl games, and the winner would take all. I was already planning what to do if they did play one another. I didn't want to screw up the chance of us playing them, so I decided not to beat him.
I just lovingly chewed, sucked, licked, and made senseless love to him until it was time for me to go to my quarterback. My receiver loved my doing him as I was, and I filed that away for another time. I so wanted to have my slave carry me around on his back, nude as we were, but that too would have to wait for another day, instead, he made love to me with deliberate determination, but I didn't let him cum. I had to leave soon, so I helped him to the tub. He got in while still holding on to me and began filling it with warm water. He handed me a sponge (a real one, he had bought at a health food store). He wanted me to scrub him down and massage him as I was kneading his muscular form.
Once through, he scrubbed me too, but more erotic than I had done him. Soon we dried one another off after he had done me, I threw him over my right shoulder as one would a potato sack and hauled his ass to bed. It was a struggle, as he now outweighed me by over a hundred pounds. I toyed with him as I did, by slapping his ass. I had purposefully not allowed him to cum throughout our encounters, and I decided that maybe I should, so I gently, but firmly worked his throbbing and dripping cock with the passion of a lover in heat.
He responded well to my treatment and soon he spasmed his creamy sauce onto his chested pecs and abs. He had shot a load and a half, and I licked him clean, and then washed him with a wet washrag. He fell asleep as I cleaned him, and I left after gently bringing my hand from his firm pecs down through the mountains and valleys of his abs and finally to his now softened cock. I bent down and kissed him gently on the forehead, and left as I whispered my love to him.
On to Rick, I went and I hoped my glands would be replenished since I had only shot once with Jerry, and that had been an hour earlier. I jogged over to Ricks, and I used my key for the first time. He was lying on his bed sleeping peacefully, and he didn't hear me enter. I quietly stripped, and jumped his bones. He was startled, but soon realized what was happening, and a huge smile soon appeared before me.
"A little frisky aren't ya Palm."
"Aren't I always, especially when you're around."
I stripped him as we talked about our plans for our coming semester, and I told him, as I had Jerry, that the Dean said he would look into my request and would soon let me know. I told Rick it looked promising, and that we would probably be placed in a dorm suite such as the one Stephen and I were in (two rooms adjoining one another with the bathroom between). He told me that he and Jerry had got it on, and really enjoyed being with each other. I was relieved to hear that. Somehow, I knew it would work out. He asked me if he could unhinge the doors between the bathroom and remove them if we ended up in the dorm suites. He wanted us to be able to walk about freely amongst each other. That made me even feel better, cause I knew he was now looking forward to the idea of being a family of four.
I turned him over on to his stomach and propped his ass up so his knees were on the bed. He was doggy style, and my cock hadn't gone down since I had startled him. I didn't use lube, and positioned my pistoned rod against his sphincter and pushed with force. I had pushed so forcefully that I lost my balance and landed on the back of my well muscled quarterback. He took it like the extremely muscled jock he was. I also noticed, while playing with him that he was continuing to bulk-up quite nicely.
Soon he would be approaching Jerry in the size of his bulging muscles. I told him how I was impressed with his physiqual, and told him to continue on toward his quest. I even broached the subject and asked if he was still doing it for me. I was surprised that he was doing it for the family, but more specifically me. I couldn't help but smile at his comment, and I now knew for certain that our family concept would work.
I kept pumping his ass, as I would jettison strongly, then would back off to a more gentle push. I alternated between the two and we soon found that heavenly rythym that lovers cherished. I lasted a good hour before I bowed to the urges within and plastered his ass with such force that he fell from his knees and was laying horizontally on the bed with my throbber buried deep within. He was moaning with pleasure, as I was groaning with it too after being spent. I was in that heavenly place one would visit only so often during the course of life.
I collapsed on his muscled back, as I remained deep within. Soon, he began humping his ass as if trying to get me to shoot another load. I succumbed, and soon found myself volleying once again to the antics of his muscled sphincter. I again fell on top of him and after a while, I reached under him and began to once again minister my love to his pecs and ever so erect nipps.
We rolled over in unison, as I wanted to play with his muscled chest and abs. He wanted it too. He got off my bod, and I cringed a little at the discomfort of my ribs; he quickly laid me on his chest and he noticed my body, as it tensed up. I didn't remain long in that position, as I got up and sat on his crotch. This position didn't hurt, and I soon found myself once again playing with his chested muscle. I noticed something rather strange this time, as I found a tracing of hair stubble on his chest. I questioned him, and he confessed all. He indeed had been shaving the hair from his muscled torso, cause he felt I liked seeing him without hair.
"Did I give you permission to shave your body?"
"No sir, you didn't."
"That's right I didn't. That's my body to do with as I please-you got that, mister muscles?"
He just nodded his head that he understood, but I wanted him to fully understand the consequences if he were to continue shaving his bod.
"If you continue to shave your body, I will beat you to within an inch of your life. That's my responsibility."
Again, he just shook his head. He looked like a beaten dog--he looked so pathetic.
"Rick, I've kept souvenirs of body hair that was once Jerry's, and of Stephen's too. I want to have my trilogy complete with yours, so it's to grow, until I decide to shave you. You're never to shave yourself again, only I will do it from now on, and when and where I want."
He looked me in the eyes and grinned.
Once again, my thanks to Donna, Danny, and TG for all their help.
Stephan
nwmusclestud@hotmail.com