Three years after their first acclaimed world tour, the Flying Muscle Twins are back in Paris. None of the readers of Muscle Exhib Mag who attended that show has forgotten their incredible performance on the Parisian stage. Three years ago, Paris was the last stop of a tour called "Muscles X-posed". Viewed world wide by hundreds of thousands of muscle afficionados, the show definitely made the Flying Muscle Twins' reputation. New York, Los Angeles, London, Sydney... the success has been enormous in every continent the show travelled in and the press was enthusiastic everywhere they went. "Naked God Muscles"... "The Hottest Muscle Show on Earth..."... "Scandalous but just to die for..."... "Muscle exhibitionism at its top level..."
This time, their new tour: "Obscene Obsession (Sex &Muscle)" will start up with Paris. The title says it all, not to say a word about the subtitle! As the author of articles for the "Muscle Sex Entertainment" section of Muscle Exhib Mag, I've been treated with the privilege of an invitation to the very private first performance for VIP of the Flying Muscle Twins in Paris. Before I tell you what an experience it has been to attend this performance which dress code for the audience was "Clothing minimal"(!?!), let me remind what the Flying Muscle Twins shows are about, to anyone of you who would have been living in Burkina-Faso on these latest five years, or was simply too young to be admitted to one of the FMT shows (although the FMT themselves insisted for the admittance age to be lowered to 16 "for motivation of the future generation of muscle sexhibitionists").
Nude Muscle Gods. No. More nude than if they were naked-Muscle Gods. That simply what they are. Incredible, outrageous, orgasmic... all these words and more come to mind when thinking about the FMT. No superlatives seem to be able to describe such men...Are they just men actually?... sexually super-charged, ultimate muscle sexhibitionists, hyper bodies, raw male sexiness, alphamen bodybuilders, ultraphysical... FMT are all that at the upper level and much more. A unique show combining muscle posing routines in the bodybuilding contest style, acrobatic hand-to-hand displays and even trapezes circus acts (FMT, despite their extreme sexiness, are confirmed and experienced circus artists) with strip shows and live sex shows performed on stage, in the air, among the audience (yes...!!) and in the water: a gigantic bowl shaped glass pool is part of the new show "Obscene Obsession". More about this later.
For now, here is what you are all waiting for, you guys, real musclesex addicted, muscle heads and muscle wannabees... the entire, untouched, uncensored (and God knows it was hot) report of my interview with the FMT, the day after their unbelievable Parisian performance.
Muscle Exhib Mag : Bob, Vince, thank you so much for welcoming us, the MEM crew of photographers and myself in your suite of the Ritz Hotel. I guess the latest night has been short and you must be exhausted after such a physical performance.
FMT: No, not at all. The show ended quite late, indeed, there was also that party with all the French Muscle VIP, then, once we were back at the hotel, we... "performed" for each other (they laugh) and we woke up early this morning and worked out for two hours at gym of the hotel, but we're fine! (They look absolutely gorgeous, actually, glistening with health, their suntan enhanced by their white teddy robes matching their bright-white teeth smile, wet dark hair, piercing blue eyes, what can be seen of their body skin smooth and golden. Something in this pair of studs is screaming Muscle & Sex.
Bob: ... and you forget to mention the hour we had at the pool!
Vince: Yeah, maybe you should skip this episode, Bobbie... Next time take a swimsuit with you: you should have seen the face of the life guard of the hotel when you came out of the water with that tiny thing you call a g-string on!
Bob: What's wrong with my blue g-string? I wore it on public beaches last summer and it looked fine...
Vince: Well... maybe the fact that it is completely transparent when it's wet...
Bob: Hmmm... not my fault if they do not put any lining in those swimsuits...
Vince: Fuckin' liar... you removed them all the moment you came out of the store...! (They laugh)
MEM: OK guys, let me start with a personal question. You're so identical you're obviously brothers, but are you really real twins?
Bob: Yes, we've been sharing the milk of the same breast, the same toys, the same bed and later the same thongs, the same dildos and the same boyfriends...
Vince: ... separately or simultaneously! (He laughs)
MEM: That show, "Obscene Obsession", is simply unbelievable. You really outdone yourself. There is a sexy, showoff innovation every minute and, each time one think you couldn't possibly go any further, well... you do! Everyone can remember the incredible tiny golden posing-suits you performed in for the opening act of the latest show..., so, when you hit the stage with those long dark satin capes, the audience really wondered what you had underneath, feverishly waiting for you to disrobe.
FMT: So,... have you been disappointed?
MEM: Hell, no! those minuscule thongs you wore this time, made of your exact tone of suntanned flesh coloured veil with just a few sequins, looking like if you were actually wearing nothing but those few sequins, were the hottest thing I ever saw on muscle guys... till your next entrance on stage, that is!
Bob(smiling): Yes that was quite an opening, indeed...
Vince: Maybe we should mention that these thongs, which have been custom made, of course, took several hours of fitting sessions: the small crystals on them have been hand sewed one by one, creating real jewels with these thongs.
Bob: ... and the difficulty was to add just enough of these crystals to have them glittering under the sportlights...
Vince:... but not enough to hide, well...the skin!
MEM: The effect was perfectly successful. The show, then starts with an extremely hot posingroutine, with a terrific scenic visual effect. Each of you takes place on a cylindrical podium at opposite sides of the stage. Under a dramatic lighting from just a spotlight falling down on you, all other lights dimmed on stage, the podiums are slowly raising up, becoming high columns where you stand first striking different poses facing each other. Then, imperceptibly, while the podium are mechanically brought next to each other, just like two columns of some Greek temple, your posing routine become synchronized, each pose flawlessly matching the other one's. Once the columns are close enough to each other for you to touch, well... you... touch and start up the most erotic male couple posing routine I ever saw, alternating muscle poses and sensuous embraces. A genuine muscle love making.
Bob: Yes, that was hot, wasn't it? That's Vince's idea, but what did you think about my own idea for the following?
MEM: You mean, when the two ropes come down from the ceiling and each of you grab one and you slowly, powerfully raise yourself in the air just with the strength of your arms?
Vince: Yeah, but I hope you didn't miss the interesting point of that part??
MEM: I sure didn't: although using a different rope, you're climbing so close to each other, with such perfectly synchronized, alternated motions, that your two thongs are actually rubbing each other all the way up like, or one thong is sensuously sliding along a butt crack, like if...
FMT:... we were jacking each other off...!
MEM: No wonder you are completely erect once you reached the trapezes platform...
Vince: Was it that obvious from below?
MEM: Guys, please, don't fish for compliments. In addition to your splendid, heavily muscled frame, you're both enormously endowed. That shows and that is part of your success..
FMT: (They both laugh) Well... thanks. Did you notice how the jewel thongs wonderfully stretch to impossible extends.
MEM: You bet. Then the trapeze act begins. It's just seemingly naked suntanned flying bodies, at an incredible speed and performing unbelievable daring acts. At that height, only the crystals of your thongs are visible, of course. Except for that, you look entirely nude!
Bob: That was the idea!
MEM: The trapeze act is fantastic, combining an high level of sport performance to the same level of muscle eroticism. Those incredibly muscled nude bodies flying in the air...
Vince: Not nude... Not yet! (He laughs)
MEM: Oh by the way, there is a tremendous scenic effect at that step. Could you explain how it has been made possible? Even if the jewel thongs are very few noticeable at that height, except for the glittering crystals, at a point, while each of you are flying suspended to a different trapeze, those two thongs seem to suddenly fly away from your body...???
FMT: Well, we wanted an even spectacular effect than the glittering stars we were throwing down to the crowd from the trapeze during the previous show. So, at a point of the show, we discreetly and simultaneously tie an invisible nylon thread to the thin strap of each one of the thongs. Each thread is tied to one of the opposite poles, so when we are swaying high enough on our trapezes, the thongs, hold back by the nylon thread to the poles, are ripped away from our body...
Bob:... leaving us flying really nude in the air, this time!
MEM:. That was simply unbelievable. I can tell you I noticed several guys around me in the audience cumming the moment the thongs flew away!
Vince: Right from the opening act? Too bad for the poor guys!
MEM: Then, it's just daring sex acts after daring sex acts performed high in the air. My favourite is when one of you, hanging from his trapeze by just one foot thirty meters above the floor, is slowly lowered to that tiny platform where the other one is waiting fully erect, his back arched, his legs eagle spread. One hand is inserted between the thighs, under the butt, while the platform is lowered in its turn. The "carrier" with the strength on just one arm, lifts up his now suspended brother and takes him to his lips. Then, like doing arm curls, he steadily puts him in a up and down motion, the hard dick coming in and out his mouth.
Vince: Yes... that one usually leaves the audience speechless! Yesterday at night, it was me carrying Bobbie. I cummed while sucking him. People frequently ask me "How can you cum doing such a muscular effort?" They just don't understand it is the muscular effort itself, the blood congestion in the muscles, the flexing which build a gigantic orgasm.
MEM: Talking about the audience, let's mention the cage to the MEM readers.
Bob: The cage is an idea of both Vince and me. A kind of fantasy we had for long and wanted to experience for real. You know, that same old stuff of public muscle sex...
MEM: Do you mean that what you, guys, are performing in that cage suspended a few feet above the audience head is REAL sex?
Vince: Wasn't it obvious? Does it look fake?
MEM: Well, no... I mean, once each of you have stripped off the other one's poser, it is pretty evident that you ... errr...really suck each other and, unless you are talented simulators, that both of you are ejaculating, but I mean... about the...
Bob: You mean... about the penetration?? Yes, Vince and I fuck each other in turn for real in the cage less than one meter above the public's head. We told you it was all about public sex!
MEM: (Gasping)But... you never stop striking muscle poses for the audience while fucking?
Vince(laughing): We do the same every night in bed, and it was the idea: bring our most intimate privacy to the public eyes, without any inhibition, any shame or modesty. To have the complete audience entering our bedroom in its hottest moments. To share that ultimate thrill of male muscle sex and display how hot it is. We definitely wanted to show them all, under every possible or impossible angle.
MEM: (Gasping again) I'm speechless in my turn... Let's see... what was the next thing I wanted to describe to MEM readers, again...??
FMT: Take your time, man... Bob, who were sited on the sofa, is now reclining on it, in a very casual, relaxed position. His white teddy robe he wears loosely has slightly opened now, uncovering his thigh so high that... could he possibly be nude underneath? The MEM photographers are shooting non-stop. This didn't remained unnoticed from Bob who opens even more the robe, all smiles, exposing the most gorgeous huge, bulging pair of pecs we all ever saw. The photographers are going mad. How comes that this guy I saw nude on stage yesterday at night along with thousands of people look so hot lying down on this sofa? Maybe just because he is teasing us only now? Or because I still don't know what he has or has not on underneath this teddy robe...?
MEM: Oh yes... the pool!
Vince: What a hot moment, isn't it?
MEM: Yeah sure, although it starts up with a sort of disappointment of the public. I mean, when you are standing on each side of that huge glass bowl full with warm water they brought on stage, those blue swimsuits you have on, well... yes they're small and shiny and very forms fitting but...they're just speedos. It's only after you've been striking some new muscle poses standing on the edge of that pool and finally dive into the water that the audience realizes how hot this part of the show is. While you are swimming underwater, touching and stroking each other at every opportunity, the blue speedos slowly, magically disappear under the public's eyes. Made of a painting with a water base, they simply melt down and disappear in the pool, leaving you nude, again. And yes, if some of you have ever wondered about it, male couple synchronized swimming can be extremely hot when combined with an underwater posing routine performed nude!
Vince has joined his brother on the sofa, now. His teddy robe is very loose, too, exposing a lot of smooth, golden tanned muscular flesh. His hip is visible. If he is wearing anything like a thong underneath his robe, the side must be thread thin...
FMT: The pool act required a lot of practice. We were mostly used to performed in the air, so far. But we discovered that the slow motion of the underwater posing routine induced by the resistance of the water was extremely erotic and spectacular. A question remained unanswered, though: what to wear? We definitely wanted to enter the pool "dressed" and to leave it naked. But to strip each other off another posing-suit was too ordinary. Here is what we came up with.
MEM: ... and that's utterly gorgeous, guys. Can we say a word about the final act of the show without spoiling the pleasure of the future viewers? I found it to be wonderful and very... elegant.
FMT : Sure, we're very proud about this act which meant a lot of practice, too. We had to go through many, many rehearsals to get the perfect final result you saw yesterday at night on stage. I mean, it's one of those hand-to hand acts and it's not that easy to lift up 280 pounds of muscle with just one arm! Also, the final act includes the cumming of both partners and the countless repetitions of the act left us completely drenched and soaked more than once before we hit the target...
MEM: I think I'm going to let you describe this final act for the MEM readers, guys. You know it better than anyone else.
FMT: Well, one us climbs on the other one's shoulder and is lifted up with one arm raised, standing in a reverse position on his own arm. The "carried" one, very slowly, paying a lot of attention to keep his balance in such a tricky position, manage to strip off his thong first. No side straps, no cheating, nothing: he has to bend his legs one at a time, slowly strip off the thong and then resume his reverse position. Then the "carrying" one do the same. It takes a lot of strength and balance to stand on one foot and hold on 280 pounds at the same time. Once both partners are nude, they start to slowly stroke their erect dicks, trying to synchronize their motion with their partner's. The excitement is so intense that it usually takes a few strokes only. The "carried" twin is the one giving the signal to his partner who then tilts back his head, open his mouth and get the load spurting down directly into his mouth, while he shoots his own. Takes a lot of practice, again.
MEM: But the crowd went crazy for long when the final curtain falls down, screaming for more.
FMT: Yes, that's our best reward. But that wasn't the ending of the show..
MEM: Yes, I was about to ask: how does it feel to come down into the audience entirely naked? I mean, as it was a "Clothing minimal" show, the very first of its kind to my best knowledge (except for the Woodstock concert, but...), a lot of muscle guys in the audience were very minimally clad if ever...
Bob: Oh well, you were obviously sited in the front rows, with the well educated VIP...
Vince: Yes because we went all the way down the alley till the bottom rows and there, I can tell you it was orgy time! It was fun, actually to blend up with them for a while... Vince now stands up, his teddy robe dangerously loose around his muscled body. He turns around the sofa, heading to one of the large French windows of the suite, with the view on the Place Vendome. The robe slids down a bit, uncovering his superb, insanely broad, thick shoulders. Vince doesn't make any attempt to retain it.
Vince, looking down through the window: "The limo is here, Bobbie. I think it's time to go now. I'm sure you remember we have this party for the grand opening on that new gym in Paris... what's the name, again... "Culturisme & Naturisme", or something like that?". Vince's terrible French accent could have made the MEM team laugh if just at the same moment, Vince, still turning his back to us, hadn't let his robe fall down on the floor. His back is prodigious, his butt is not to be believed and... God... he is entirely naked and exposed!
So, instead of laughing, the photographers team and I just can gasp and stammer: Wel... we are going to leave and let you get dress for the party, guys...
Bobbie stands up from the sofa in his turn, then, not bothering about his robe which falls down on the floor, too, while in the same second, Vince turns back, facing us now.
FMT, together: No prob, we ARE dressed up for the party, actually!
I think I previously told you that something special about the FMT is that, when you think they just can't do more, well... they still can. Today is no exception to the rule. Yes, the Flying Muscle Twins are definitely and perfectly dressed up for the party... if some diamond dust sparsely spread out on the smooth shaved crotch of these Muscle Gods and absolutely nothing else can be considered as being dressed. One of the photographers next to me is softly moaning, while another one stays opened mouth, unaware of the saliva dripping on his chin. I know they just cum in their pants. I know it because I had to use all of a self-control I didn't even know I had not to cream my pants myself.
Time seems to have stopped. Bobbie and Vince are smiling, enjoying our stupor. A knock at the door takes us out of our stupor. Two very young boys from the room service enter the suite. After a brief moment of silence, one of them stammers: The ready is limo, Sir... I mean the limo is Sir... is, well... ready, while the other one just stands there, frozen with a blank look on his face, motionless, a spot getting larger and larger every second on the front of his pants, just repeating: Fuck... oh Fuck...!!
Then, the incredible happens. Entirely nude for this diamond dust, their huge, semi erect dick obscenely flopping and bouncing in front of them, all smooth, suntanned muscles and smiles, Vince and Bob walk along the lobbies of the Hotel Ritz, go through the pompous hall where they're greeted by a : Good evening, Sirs... from the doorman, to finally be eased through the revolving doors by the concierge.
Outside, all around the waiting huge white limo, the crowd is very dense, barely contained by the security staff of the hotel and the personal bodyguards of the FMT. At the view of its idols, the crowd immediately starts to scream, trying to approach the naked Muscle Gods. Bob and Vince are smiling, sending kisses to the adoring crowd. From hot muscle twinks dressed in just tiny thongs, mimicking their idols, engaged in muscle sex right there in front of the hotel, to huge gym brutes, they all want to get a grab of their idols. Several tiny, flashy coloured thongs are landing on the steps of the hotel, tossed away by the hysterical muscle hotties. Entirely nude, now, one of them is screaming: Try me, guys...I can drive you mad just by giving you head...! while another one, offering a nice muscled young ass, is begging: Fuck me here and now... I want both of you at the same time! A big muscle brute, forcing the security line, rips off his shirt, exposing a pair of huge pecs no international competitor bodybuilder would deny, asking: Touch them, please, guys, touch them... they're yours...!
Kindly, smiling, the FMT are complying. Approaching him, Bob and Vince start fondling, touching the big, round muscle pecs the huge guy is flexing in turn, making them bounce. Each of the FMT take one of the huge nipples in their fingers. They bend and, sticking out their tongue, start licking first , then sucking the tits. The crowd is roaring. In less than a second, the guy shows that blank look on his face, tilts back his head and rolls his eyes. In no time, the spot on the front of his pants is even larger than the one on the room service boy's.
In the process, the FMT have become seriously erect and their huge dicks are now standing to attention under the canopy of the hotel, glittering with the diamond dust, to the greatest delight of the audience. While the big brute, now nearly passed out, is taken away like a rag doll by the security staff, Bob and Vince head to the limo, where the driver is waiting with the open door. But the moment they are to step into the luxury car, the crowd starts to chant: Per-form, per-form, per-form...
Complying again, Bob and Vince climb on the roof of the white limo while the audience goes mad. After they've been hitting a few poses, with grace and elegance, Bob lays down on his back on the rooftop of the limo, tenderly, lovingly eased by his brother. Vince, then, kneels down between Bob's spread thighs and, like if he was doing push-ups, lays down flat on top of him without touching him. He actually starts up doing push-ups in a steady rhythm, teasing Bob's cock head with his tongue each time he comes down. Gradually, coming down lower and lower, Vince finally swallows it all, caressing the whole length of the hard member with his lips at every slow motion. Bob, arching his back, matches his brother's motion. They're both close. They're nude. They're in public, full day light. They're performing outrageous muscle sex acts surrounded by hundred of adoring fans cheering them, encouraging them. They're pure male muscular, physical beauty and they are deeply aware of it. Raising a bit his head, Bob meets Vince's eyes. His lips silently form the words: I love you, Bro'... while Vince's throat welcomes thick, warm, endless spurts of muscle juice.
Next to me, a big muscle goon from the security staff of the hotel is caressing the stiff member of one of the bodyguards of the FMT through his uniform pants: Shit, I'm straight, but these two guys are a complete turn on to me. It's their complete lack of inhibition which turns me on most, as much as their fantastic bodies. I mean... they're so unashamed... The bodyguard answers: I know, it does the same effect to everyone, everywhere they go. Suck me while we're watching them cumming.
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