The Hottest Bodybuilders in Southern California

After working for four hours, Terry gazed out the window at the warm, Southern California sunshine and decided to quit for the day. Summer was finally here and it brought a smile to his face. For him it meant beer parties, beaches, barbecues, cruises along the coast, checking out all the shirtless guys, and plenty of parties. Yes, summer was his favorite time of the year and he wasn't about to waste a day of it, especially since he lived so near the beach at Malibu and a gym where some of the hottest bodybuilders in Southern California trained.

He put away the paint, cleaned off a few brushes, picked up around the apartment he was working on and locked up, telling himself he'd be back about 10 or 11 the next morning to finish the job. Painting wasn't something he enjoyed doing, but it was fairly good money and he was his own boss, which was important to him. Besides, he sometimes had occasion to put the make on one or two of his fellow workers.

Like Tony, the tanned 18-year-old fresh out of high school, who saw Terry painting the exterior of a cottage in Venice, and asked him if he could earn any extra money by helping him paint. Tony had the muscles of an experienced weightlifter. His dark brown hair was thick and curly; he was beginning to grow a moustache and his eyes--bright and brown---stared into Terry's. He was young and hunky, just the way Terry liked 'em. Terry also liked the big bulge in Tony's pants.

For a moment Terry stared at Tony's crotch. "Shit, I'd do almost anything for some extra money," Tony pleaded. "I'm out of high school now, and my dad says I need to find some work. I've painted apartments before with my buddies. I'd work for six bucks an hour."

Terry reached behind Tony, put his hand on his muscular arm which filled out his clean white tank top, and squeezed. "Sure, kid, I could use some help. Wanna start now?"

A few days later when Terry handed him his paycheck, he invited him over. "Listen, Tony, stop by my pad. Let's kick back and party some. We'll listen to the stereo and tear off a six pack or two."

"Yeah, sounds great. I'm on my bike, how about if we drive over together in your pick-up? How far from here?" Tony asked.

"It's just a few miles. C'mon, hop in."

Ten minutes later they were sitting in Terry's living room, guzzling beer while the stereo blasted. "Go ahead and make yourself comfy, take off your shirt--it's warm in here," Terry suggested.

Tony pulled off his tank top and laid it on the couch. He reached down to the coffee table and took another long swig of beer. Then he walked over to the mirror and stared at his body. Terry walked over to him and squeezed his arm muscle. "You've got quite a body there, kid, you must work out. Pretty damned solid. Good arm and chest muscles, yeah." As he rubbed his hand across Tony's smooth muscular chest, Terry's cock began to swell inside his pants.

"You must work out, too, how much do you weigh?" Tony asked. "One eighty-two. Six feet tall. Twenty-eight years old. Single. Sworn to fun, loyal to none," Terry responded, laughing. Tony seemed shy and inexperienced; Terry knew he'd have to work this one slowly. Or maybe not, he thought.

"You're probably pretty tired from working so hard today, why don't you lay down and I'll give you a massage," Terry said.

"Hey, sounds good."

They headed for the bedroom. Tony removed his Adidas shoes and his socks, and peeled off his jeans. His legs were smooth, tanned, and muscular. As Terry began rubbing them firmly but sensuously, Tony's crotch began swelling through his tight jockey shorts. A moment later, after rubbing his body and feeling his warm, tight muscles, Terry pulled down his shorts and licked at the head of his thick, hard cock. Tony closed his eyes and smiled, enjoying the action.

Terry began to suck the big dick, tasting its manliness and lapping at the formation of cock juice on the head. He went as far down on the eight incher as he could. It was at least five inches around, so Terry had to open his mouth as wide as he could to suck it all in. Tony moaned in pleasure, enjoying Terry's warm, moist lips and tongue on his enlarged piece of meat.

Then Terry went for the balls. He put one, then the other, and finally both bails in his mouth, sucking and licking them as Tony twisted his hard body in pleasure. "Wow, that feels good," he groaned. "Damn, you're a good cocksucker. I haven't had my dick sucked for a long time. Just a lot of jacking off lately."

Terry pulled his mouth off Tony's cock and lay on top of him. Tony grabbed at his throbbing hard-on, pulling at it and licking his lips. They kissed. Terry's tongue entered Tony's mouth, deep into his throat. Then Terry sucked the tasty young cock and balls while Tony pulled Terry's body on top of him in a sixty-nine position. Terry couldn't help shoving his cock all the way down his young lover's throat, making Tony gag and cough. He wanted to come in it and he also wanted to taste Tony s youthful wad of cream. In a few moments his wish came true.

"Ohhh, shit, I'm coming. Oh, it feels good, yeah, suck it hard, oh, eat it," Tony moaned as he pumped out four shots of thick, tasty jism into Terry's eager throat. Then Terry shot off, sen- ding a mouthful of hot cum into Tony's mouth and all over his chin. Some ran down his face and onto the bed. They lay there together in ecstasy for a long time before getting up. They became good friends after that, working together and sucking on occasion. But Tony wouldn't allow himself to be fucked. Terry was too big, he said. Terry never pushed the issue.

But a week later, on a Wednesday morning, Terry decided it was time for his workout. He threw off the covers, climbed out of bed, took a quick shower, grabbed his bag and headed for the gym. It was going to be a hot day; the gym would probably be filled with studs. Terry always played it cool there, because it wasn't actually a gay gym. Sure, some of the gay guys train- ed there, but Terry went for the equipment and the serious atmosphere; he didn't want to develop a bad reputation.

He was on the pec-deck machine when he noticed the blond hunk. This man had big arms and sexy legs, which he was working on the leg extension machine. Terry had seen him before, even in the shower once, but he didn't want the blond hunk to notice that he was being cruised. But what a face and body--deep tan, beautiful blue eyes, blond hair, and a huge piece of meat. That stick would grow to at least ten inches if it was sucked on properly. And would Terry love to stick his long cock up that tight, butch asshole and fuck it long and hard!

Terry waited a few minutes after the stud left for the locker room, then he casually followed. He was peeling off his sweaty gym shorts when Terry got there. Terry imagined sniffing and licking them clean. "You're growing, l guess those hard workouts are paying off," Terry said from his locker.

"Yeah, thanks, I guess so. I'm up to 202 pounds, and my arms are 18 inches. Within six months they'll hit 19," the blond responded, flexing his biceps.

"You'll make it, just stick it out," Terry said.

"I'm Jeff," the hunk said, sticking out his hand.

"I'm Terry. I might want to train with you someday if it's okay. Maybe I could pick up a few pointers from a pro like you," Terry smiled.

"Say, listen, I just picked up some good Colombian gold. Why don't you stop over and smoke a joint? I live near the beach, about a mile from here. Maybe we could go for a quick swim."

"Sounds good," Jeff answered. "I'm off today, but I gotta pick up my girlfriend about four. I haven't gotten high for over three weeks. I'm ready."

He pulled off his jock strap, giving Terry a look at that thick piece of meat. Shit, soft it was six or seven inches. And nice and thick. What a powerhouse body it was attached to! Terry was more than ready. He had a feeling the guy was straight, but he wanted him badly. I'll find a way, he thought. Either I'll get a hard cock down my throat, or a hard fist. Terry decided it was worth the risk.

An hour later Jeff and Terry were passing a joint of grass. Jeff's legs, in sexy short pants, were sprawled across the coffee table. As the grass filled his head, Terry became hornier and more uninhibited. "You got some big muscles, you're probably a good poser. Why don't I watch you hit some poses?" Terry suggested.

"I would, but I didn't bring any posing tights," Jeff responded. "You think I'm pretty well built, huh?"

"I sure do," Terry answered. "You don't need posing tights, just take off your shorts and let's see you flex."

Jeff obeyed. He stripped naked and started flexing his arms, his chest, and his legs. The more Terry appreciated it, the harder Jeff got. "What a great body! Yeah, those are some big muscles," Terry said, reaching out and squeezing Jeff's arm. Terry was into body worship with bodybuilders, and Jeff dug having his body admired.

Then they started horsing around. "I'm pretty strong, too. I bet I could take you in a wrestling match," Terry suggested. Instantly Jeff was on him, tackling him to the ground and wrap- ping his legs around Terry's waist. They wrestled for a few minutes, with Terry getting off on the feel of Jeff's smooth muscles pinning him down. He also liked Jeff's hard-on, which swayed in the air as Jeff pinned him.

Jeff twisted Terry's arm in a hammerlock. "Open up," he ordered. It caught Terry by surprise. "You ain't that tough, you can't make me," Terry said. Jeff wrapped his legs around Terry's throat and choked him. "C'mon, open your mouth, you know you want it, cocksucker. You know you dig being a slave to a bodybuilder. Open your mouth so I can shove my dick in it and choke you."

Terry felt like he was really going to choke from the pressure of Jeff's muscular legs on his throat. He opened, and Jeff rammed his throbbing cock between Terry's lips. "You bite it once and you'll be sorry."

Terry obeyed, sucking it and licking it, pleasing~his powerful master.

"I've seen you checking out my body at the gym before," Jeff said, shoving his giant meat down his victim's throat. "You thought I never noticed. Shit, I can tell when a dude digs my body. You want to eat my cock and balls, you'd probably even suck on my dirty asshole. Well, now's your chance, slave, I'm really gonna shove it to you."

Jeff climbed on top of Terry and began fucking his mouth, shoving his hard dick over the tongue and far into the throat. He grabbed Terry's arm and turned him over, pulling both arms behind his back and forcing Terry over his stomach. Terry tried to struggle free, but the bodybuilder's powerful arms and legs kept him down.

"When's the last time a bodybuilder like me fucked you good and hard, huh, boy?" Jeff asked him, twisting his arm harder. "Hey, man," Terry yelled. "I'm not into all this; I don't want to be hurt; stop forcing me."

Jeff pinned Terry to the bed and slowly shoved his cock into his tight asshole. Terry yelled as the thick meat entered him. "Ohhh, no, please, not so hard, not so fast, please." Slowly Jeff shoved more of his cock into Terry's butt.

He started to fuck faster, and in a moment he had all nine inches inside. Terry thought he was going to faint from the pain, but Jeff continued pumping. "Ohh, yeah, feels good, yeah, your ass is nice and tight. You dig this big cock up your asshole, don't you? You know you like it, tell me you like it. I want to hear it," Jeff said as he fucked away.

In a moment he closed his eyes and licked his lips; he anticipated the surge of power. He was going to come. "I'm gonna shoot this hot load up you. Ohhhh, take it, yeah!"

He lay on top of Terry for a few minutes, then pulled out his cock and went into the bathroom. Terry didn't know what to do or how to act. Jeff locked the door and took a quick shower, put on his short pants and t-shirt, grabbed his bag, and opened the front door. Terry was sitting in his living room smoking a cigarette, still aching from the rape/fuck. "See you around, kid," Jeff said, winking. "I won't say anything to the guys at the gym if you won't." He slammed the door.

Terry grabbed his hard cock and started jacking it. He thought of Jeff's powerful body, his thick cock as it fucked face and ass. Terry had had rape fantasies before, but they had never come true. But this was for real--a real rape from a real man. Nothing fake about this, he thought, as he lay back on the couch and jerked off. Suddenly four or five gobs of white cum shot from his cock onto his legs and hand, and onto the couch. "I want to get raped again," he thought as the cum oozed from his dick.

He hopped in the shower, wiped the cum from his legs, showered and dressed. Fuck it, he thought, time for another trick.

He pulled on his yellow tank top, a pair of jeans, and his tennis shoes.. He grabbed a few joints, and headed out the door. Quickly hopping in his pickup, he decided to cruise along highway 1 for a while. It was a warm summer evening.

Fifteen minutes later, he noticed a hitchhiker who, from a distance, looked damned good. Terry slowed down and pulled over. "Shit," he thought, "what a hunk." The hitchhiker leaned in the car.

"Where ya headed?" Terry asked.

"Just goin' to Malibu," he answered with a smile.

"Hop in."

"You got a great tan, you must have gotten a head start on it," Terry said as they drove along the coast. "Yeah, I spent some time in Florida. Anyway, all this sunshine makes me horny."

Terry looked at him and smiled. The hitchhiker reached over and groped Terry's crotch. "Let's go back to my pad," Terry suggested. In ten minutes they were at Terry's, pulling off their clothes and hopping into bed.

His name was Scott, he was 25, and he was spending the summer hitching around California before returning to work in the fall. Scott knew how to kiss. They licked each other's teeth, tongue and mouth. Then Terry went down on him, licking his cock and sucking his balls. Scott's tight ass looked good. It was clean and salty; Terry sucked it out good.

Scott moaned in pleasure, then turned around, grabbed Terry by the hips and sucked his cock. Terry closed his eyes and rubbed Scott's head and shoulders, enjoying the expert service he was getting. Scott began sucking frantically, and it drove Terry to ecstasy. He shot off in Scott's mouth, sending gobs of thick cum down his throat.

"Eat out my ass, that felt good," Scott ordered. Terry was ready for more. He licked Scott's ass, sucked and kissed it until Scott told him to replace his tongue with his cock.

No arguments. Terry reached over the headboard for the KY, and greased his cock and Scott's asshole. He slid his dick in and they immediately developed a perfect fuck rhythm.

They continued fucking and kissing until they were both ready to come. Terry relaxed when his sperm shot out of his cock and into Scott's asshole. "Ohhh, yeah, I'm coming; it feels great, ohhhh, yeah, it's shootin' out," Terry moaned.

Terry had now come twice, and it was time to get his partner off. Scott sat on Terry's face with his cock sticking out and Terry sucked it for a while. "Oh, I'm so hot, I've got to shoot."

Scott clenched his fists as his cream shot into Terry's mouth. Gobs and gobs of warm, thick juice filled Terry's mouth. He tasted it in his mouth, then slowly and sensuously swallowed the thick load, enjoying every drop of it.

They got dressed and headed out. Scott wanted to be dropped off at a friend's place in Santa Monica; Terry was tired and sexually fulfilled. He was going home.

He dropped Scott off, gave him a good-bye kiss, then headed back to his apartment. On the way, he passed the gym and glanced over. He saw a stud with bulging arms in a tank top, a nice smile on his good-looking face; he was sticking out his thumb for a ride. Terry could hardly believe it. He had seen the guy in the gym before and wanted to meet him, but had never had the chance.

Like a reflex action, Terry made a U-turn, pulled over and stopped. How could I possibly be horny after all this?, he thought to himself. He opened the window and the stud peeked in. "Headed down the street," he said and hopped in. When he got in, he looked strangely familiar but Terry couldn't place him.

"You look familiar, I've seen you working out at the gym," he said to Terry. "Today, you were working out. You left at the same time my brother did," he explained. "He's well known here, his name is Jeff."

It never stops, he thought as he drove off into the night with his new fuck buddy.

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written by gqindy