Randy's Conquests

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Randy's Conquests – Chapter Five

Kyle's Story

Alright, already. So, I’m in love with him. You can call it puppy-love if you want because I’m only thirteen, but how can I help it. He’s a god. Yes, he is. There ain’t no other word to describe him perfectly except to call him a god. Okay, so he's vain and incredibly arrogant, but wouldn’t you expect that of a god? Doesn’t surprise me. In fact, that’s why I love him. He’s thinks he’s so damn superior that he takes it for granted that his inferiors will fall down on their knees in front of him and worship. And they do, they do. Well, almost anyway. I’d do it in a minute if he’d let me.

I said, he thinks he’s superior. Hell, he doesn’t have to think it, it's just a given. He simply exudes superiority. For God's sake, everybody in our high school dotes on him, teachers and students alike. I mean, when he’s at his locker at school he’s always surrounded by all the big jocks and all the pretty girls.

I mean, seeing is believing. If you can imagine half a dozen teenagers crowded around Randy's locker chattering up a storm when all at once he says something. It becomes instantly silent. Yeah! Really, I've seen it. I swear to god when he talks they hang on every word. I said they dote on him, and they do, so it’s no wonder he’s so damn conceited.

Randy is sixteen but with the body of a twenty-two-year-old bodybuilder. Not the super-giant ones that are in it for size only, but the very sleek, perfectly proportioned ones with terrific definition, the completive ones. Big muscles, with astonishing cuts between muscle groups. Sheer perfection. Obviously, he must have had a head start, he must have been born with a perfect body to begin with, because it's simply not normal for a sixteen-year-old to look like him. So, maybe he was born special, but he says he started exercising at 10 or 11 and once he really started working-out and lifting weights, he became an absolute fiend in the weight room. That’s Randy. Everybody recognizes he's unique, that he's special.

And on top of everything else, he’s beautiful. His features were almost too perfect, movie star looks, with jet black hair and black eyebrows, brilliantly perfect teeth and a smile that is almost blinding. You could almost say it ain’t fair that one guy has everything, absolutely everything: the body and the looks and the personality and, of course, the popularity that goes with it. But with Randy, it’s fair, because, as I told you, he’s a god.

But listen to this. He's gay and he seems to make no bones about it. To him it seems like it's no big deal and although he doesn't carry a sign around advertising it, he's never denied it. That's just him being him. But the kids don't seem to care. Or, more likely, they simply don't consider the possibility of him being gay, regardless of what they hear. I mean, the girls are after him, so they either don't believe that a hunk like him can be gay, or they think their own beauty is going to make him go straight. Go figure.

But here's the thing that would drive those girls crazy. I’ve had him. Yeah, I have. You won’t believe it, but me, thirteen-year-old Kyle, I’ve had him. Me, a little nobody. A freshman. I’ve had the most gorgeous and most popular kid in our school. The girls who always surround him would go crazy with envy if they knew I’d done it with him. And I’ve had him four times. Four times! Honest to god, four times. Yeah, that’s true, believe it or not.

So, I can tell you from experience that he has a prick to die for. I don’t know how big it is or how long it is, but I can tell you when you’ve got it in your mouth or up your ass, it feels like it’s at least a foot long and as big around as a beer can. You can bet I struggled to blow him, and when he pried open my ass it was almost excruciating at first. At first anyway, but it was a thrill to get it from him. Do I need to tell you again he’s a god?

And Randy wasn’t easy while going about it either. Because he’s so vain he’s mostly into his own pleasure and he could be pretty demanding about getting off. He not only just wants to get his rocks off, but he wants it done his way, and he likes it rough. He slapped me and even spit on me while I was doing him. Yes, he called me names and slapped me around some, but don't get the wrong idea. Don't think for a minute that's he's mean because he's not.

You may not understand this, but it's okay that he's conceited and rough, because he's not being nasty; he's just being Randy. Yes, he's self-centered but he always makes you know he's appreciative. My experiences of looking into his shining face while he was using me and seeing that look of euphoria pasted there, made me almost melt with gratification. Yes, he appreciated me, and I was thrilled that he did.

And I loved every second of it. I did, I really did. You probably won't believe this, but I shot my load all four times I was with him, and I barely touched myself. Honest, that’s true. As conceited and self-centered as he is, he always made sure I was turned on and sharing in the pleasure.

Getting screwed by Randy is the event of a lifetime, and very clearly an honor. I’d been honored four times.

But let me remind you of what I did the last time I was with him.

I admit I’d tried to negotiate with him the last time, two months ago when he was really horny. He was desperate to fuck me, so you might say I was trying to blackmail him. He was so hot-to-trot that day, that I’d made him promise to admit that I actually existed at school and say hi or something when he saw me. Yeah, he promised. But Randy being Randy, he didn’t follow through.

I know he’s the most popular kid in our school and he’s always surrounded by a crowd and it wouldn’t be easy for him to acknowledge even knowing a pip-squeak like me, but it still hurt that he wouldn’t look at me. After all, I'm one of the select group that is well acquainted with his prick.

But even worse than ignoring me, he’d promised to have sex with me again. Yeah, he did, he promised. When he left my house after fucking me that last time, he said he’d definitely see me again within two weeks, but it had now been almost two months. Two months of him ignoring me, pretending that I don’t even exist.

So, the truth is, he’s a real shit. A super arrogant shit. An absolutely gorgeous, dreamboat, shit.

Do I dare admit that I cried myself to sleep when he didn’t show as promised? Yeah, I did. He really makes me angry, but I still can’t help but love the fucker.

But it’s not as if I don’t understand Randy. I’ve said over and over again he’s a god, a superman. So how could a superman like him want to have anything to do with me? I’m a nobody. I’m a skinny runt, one-hundred and nine pounds and only 5’4” inches tall. A freshman almost three years younger than him.

Of course, I understand he wouldn’t be interested it me. He’d fucked me because I’d been in the right place at the right time when he was horny. I was just a convenience for him. Otherwise he would never have even noticed me. I know that. That didn’t mean I was happy with it, but at least I understood.

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"Jesus, look at that one" Ben said as he turned the page of the 'Muscular Development' magazine. A bodybuilder named 'Larry Vast'.

"God, he's big" I said, "but he's old."

"Yeah, but look at that chest and look at those abs" Ben said. "He's incredible. I bet he's done a million setups."

"Probably a million and a half, but I bet he's thirty, or maybe even forty" I said. "I like the younger ones."

Ben and I were out in my backyard in our speedo's working on our sun tans, and Ben had brought along the latest copy of ‘Muscular Development'. Ben, (his name is actually Bentley – can you believe that shit?) Ben was my best friend. Our families went to the same church and we’d become best friend since they moved here a couple years ago, and he lived just two blocks away. We were the same age, our birthdays only two days apart, we had the same classes in school, and our parents were best friends as well.

Me, Kyle, I'm gay. I've known it, like, forever. Actually, I can't recall a time when I ever didn't know it. It just seemed, I mean, normal, natural, it was just me. I think from the moment I understood what the word gay meant, I knew it was me. But Ben …. well, as far as I can see, he just hasn’t figured it out yet. As you can imagine, it was partially the religion thing. Ben is a true believer, and me, well, I suppose you could say, I find it all suspect. I'm on the internet all the time so I know there are millions of people who don't think being gay is evil like my church tries to say it is. I think Ben is gay, but as I said, he hasn't figured it out yet.

While Ben seemed to accept that being gay was evil, he didn't see anything wrong with admiring the muscle men in the mags, and jerking off while he admired them, which he did constantly. I mean, does that make sense?

I mean, right now, as we looked at the beautiful bodies in 'Muscular Development' he had his hand in his speedo and was playing with his very hard dick. Well, okay, so I was doing the same thing, so big deal. We jerked off together a lot, Ben and I, always when looking at pictures in the muscle magazines.

So, we jerked off together, but nothing else. Well, almost nothing else. I tried to jerk him off once but he said it was evil and stopped me. And, he has never touched me.

So, anyway, here we were, in my backyard, playing with our dick's while looking at the muscle magazine. Ben turned the page and I gasped.

"That's Randy" I said. "Look, that's Randy."

"Randy?" Ben said. "Randy Sansom, from school?"

"Yeah, Randy Sansom. This guy looks just like him."

"Well, I don't know, maybe" Ben said doubtfully. "Maybe he looks a little like him."

“Yeah, he’s really hot isn’t he?” I said. “But he hardly shows anything, so Randy’s dick is bigger.”

“Huh? He’s bigger. Randy is bigger? How ….”

"I've had him" I said bluntly, not able to hold back.

"What? Who? You've had Randy? What does that mean?"

"It means Randy Sansom has been here at my house and I've seen his dick" I said.

“Randy? Mr. Muscles? Jackson High School’s Mr. Perfect?" Ben barked at me. "You’re shitting me.”

“No, no, it’s true. I swear to god” I answered. “Randy came over to my house. He was here, with me.”

“No fuckin way” Ben said. “Randy Sansom would never even look at you. You are totally shitting me. With all those muscles, he wouldn’t even spit on you.” As you can tell, Ben is as wild about musclemen as I am. We’re both total muscle freaks.

"It's true" I said. "He was here in my bedroom with me."

“Randy came over here and you never told me?” he asked in surprise. “How could you not tell me? When was he here?”

“It was like, I don't know, weeks ago” I answered.

“Weeks ago, and you never told me?” he said.

“Well, actually, it was six weeks, four days, nine hours and thirty-seven minutes ago” I said and laughed. Ben laughed along with me.

“How could you not tell me?” he asked, then blurting this all out in one breath as if it were all one sentence. “Why was he here - what were you doing - did he …. did he …. I mean, what did you do - Jesus, what a body - why would Mr. Perfect have anything to do with you - I still think you’re making this up, Kyle.”

“Well …” I said and hesitated. I hesitated to let the suspense build up as I watched his face. Then I said: “this wasn’t the first time, Ben. I’ve had sex with him. I've had sex with him more than once.”

“No fuckin way, Kyle. There ain’t no way” he sputtered. “That’s impossible. Mr. Body Beautiful, Mr. Most Popular: here with you? No way.” I didn't say anything, but just looked at him. "And …., and …., he's a guy!"

“He fucked me, Ben” I said softly. “He fucked me.” This was followed by complete silence as Ben looked at me with this shocked look on his face. I was almost a full minute before he said anything.

“He fucked you?” he finally whispered softly in total amazement. “He fucked you?”

“Yeah, he did.”

“So?” he said, trying to decide what to say next. “So…., you ….”

“I liked it, Ben” I said softly. “I liked it.”

"You …. You …." he sputtered.

“He not only fucked me, but I sucked his cock as well” I said, finally feeling relieved that I was able to let it all out, to tell somebody about it.

"What …. How …. When …. You did? How ….?" He was really flustered and didn't know what to say.

"Do you remember that time last Spring when I bent the front wheel on my bike? You helped me fix it."

"Well, yeah."

"What I didn't tell you was that I was riding past Randy's house. You know where he lives, just around the corner. He was sitting on the stoop all sweaty and almost naked as I rode by. Let me tell you, seeing that herculean body dripping with sweat shocked me so much that I ran into his neighbor's fence. I mean, I was fucking freaked out."

"Je-sus!"

"Yeah. He's got this fabulous workout room in his garage, with all kinds of weights and stuff, and he'd just finished working out so he was all pumped, all sweaty with muscles bulging everywhere. So, he helped untangle me from the fence, invited me in and we had sex."

"Je-sus" Ben repeated.

"Je-sus, is right. It was awesome. It was the most exciting thing I've ever done."

"Je-sus" Ben said again.

"After that" I laughed, "I rode by his house a lot. And …., and, well, I …., I had him two more times after that. Jesus, he's gorgeous. He's rough, but god is he ever exciting."

"So …. so …. you're gay?"

"You have to ask that?" I said. "You must be deaf, dumb, and blind." Believe it or not, we'd been friends for a couple years, jerking off together and stuff, but he'd never asked me if I was gay. And I'd never admitted it to him, or to anyone else either. But I had to qualms about saying it now. It just felt right.

"Are you?" I asked him bluntly.

"What? Me? Gay? Of course not" he sputtered. "I'm not gay."

"Hmmm" was all I said, but he saw the look of disbelief on my face.

"I'm not gay" he stammered. "I'm not."

"Okay, fine, you're not gay. Big deal."

"But you said Randy was here at your house."

"Yes, yes" I said excitedly. "He called me. Yes. He actually called me and wanted to come over. My parents were gone so it was perfect. God, that was exciting."

“You’re fucking with me, Kyle” he said in disbelief. “You didn’t do that.”

“Hell yes, I did” I said. “He has this enormous donkey dick and he almost strangled me with it, and then gave it to me up my butt. I loved it.”

“Oh shit, Kyle” he gasped. “That is so hot. Randy! Mr. Perfect! With you! Wow" he said. "All I can say is wow."

"You want me to show you?" I said with a leer on my face as I sat up on my blanket and grabbed onto the lump bulging from my speedo. "I can show you what he did." Ben looked at me in shock.

"No fuckin way" he shouted. "I told you, I'm not gay.”

"Yeah, you tell me" I said sarcastically. "Just keep saying it, and maybe I'll believe it."

"I ain't, Kyle. I ain't" he said vehemently.

"Okay, so you 'ain't'" I said. "But listen to this. How would you like to watch Randy work out in his weight room, in his garage?"

"Huh" he said. "How could we do that?"

"When he was here, I made him promise to let me watch him and Jason work out, but just like everything else, he backed out on it" I said. "He said I could watch, but when I went over there he wouldn't let me in."

"Alright" Ben said. "So?"

"So, I checked the place out, and out behind the garage there's a vent, and there's a ladder as well. It only took four screws and I removed the vent and got into the attic."

"You've already done this?" Ben asked.

"Yeah. I’ve been there twice" I said. "There's vents in the ceiling so I watched him and Jason for over an hour. And you should see them. You know how fabulous Jason looks, and Randy has them stripped down to their jock straps while they workout. Seeing them in their jock straps only, and with their grunting and straining and sweating. Ben, it was incredible."

"Je-sus" Ben said in awe.

"Is that all you can say: Je-sus" I laughed.

"I gotta see this" he said, laughing along with me. "When can we go?"

“How about now. It’s almost time for his workout. On Sunday's he always has a workout in the afternoon."

So, off we went. I had not reinstalled the screws that were holding the outside vent, so it was easy for us to pull it out and climb in. There were three vents in the ceiling of the garage but the one in the middle had a good view of most of the room. So, Ben and I lay down with our heads together looking through the vent.

“We’ve got to be perfectly silent, Ben” I said. “If we make a sound he’s going to hear us.”

“Yeah, I got it” Ben said. “I’ll be as quiet as a mouse.”

Then the door opened.

“I don’t know why you can’t be on time” a voice said.

“Randy, please. I said I was sorry. I had to talk to Mrs. Glouster about my math test. I really needed to talk to her Randy, and I was only a couple minutes late. I said I was sorry.”

“You were ten minutes late, damn it” the first voice said. As the two voices came into view I saw that one was demigod Randy and the other one was demigod Jason. How do you describe Jason? He was incredible, with a body that wouldn’t quit. He was very big, with muscles that were amazing for a sixteen-year-old and he was very handsome. He was simply gorgeous. But next to Randy? Standing next to him and comparing them, definitely made him look second rate. How do you compare yourself to a god?

As I watched, Randy turned to Jason and grabbed him by the ears.

“I don’t like to wait” Randy growled at him, but he said it with a smile and then leaned in and gave Jason a peck on the lips. Yeah, on the lips. He kissed him. Ben gasped, evidently never having seen two boys kiss before, so I poked him. I didn't dare say anything, but I put my finger to my lips in the 'shushing' motion.

“I know, Boss. I know. Being late is like the end of the world” Jason said, and then giggled “I’m really sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”

“You sure’s hell will” Randy answered, but he was still smiling as he gave him a pat on the butt. Both boys dropped their back-packs by the door and then Randy sat down on the lifting bench. Jason immediately dropped to his knees in front of him. I'd seen this before but Ben hadn't. Jason was acting like, well, maybe a servant to Randy. Plainly, he stripped Randy before their workouts and then stripped down himself. So, right now, on his knees, he removed Randy's shoes and socks. Ben gasped. I gave him a dirty look and poked him and he gave me this ‘oops’ look

Still on his knees, Jason grabbed the hem of Randy’s t-shirt and pulled it up and over his head. Then, as Randy stood up, Jason unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and pulled them down so Randy could step out of them. Ben gasped again and I understood this time.

Randy was standing there in just a jockstrap, and he was a vision to behold. I can’t even describe it, he was so blindingly beautiful. Sheer perfection in a human being. Jason was still on his knees in front of him, and as Ben and I watched, he leaned forward and gave Randy’s prick a kiss through the jockstrap. Yeah, he did. I swear, he did. He kissed Randy's crotch. Je-sus! I got an instant hard-on.

“I love you, Boss” Jason said. Randy got this enormous smile on his face and fluffed Jason's hair, but then just stepped away and grabbed a pair of dumbbells. Jason quickly stripped down until he was wearing just a jockstrap as well.

So, they started working out.

Ben and I just lay there, watching. Watching that incredible human being as he worked on that perfect body. Okay, so we watched two incredible human beings as they worked on their two perfect bodies, making those perfectly shaped muscles expand to breathtaking proportions. I knew this was Randy's Sunday workout, his off day, so it would only be a light workout, but even so, those muscles seemed to grow enormously. Talk about lusting after him; them. I couldn’t help but reach down and grab my dick which was trying to escape from my pants.

I was surprised that it was almost totally silent. I thought they’d be talking and carrying on but they weren’t. I guess I should have known since Randy is so dedicated into building his body. Total dedication and total concentration.

There was an occasionally grunt on their final rep, and Randy would say something to encourage Jason to push harder. I noticed that Randy had his hands on Jason a lot. Fluffing his hair, patting his back, rubbing his shoulder, slapping his ass; not sexual, but friendly and encouraging. Jason never said a word.

Then I realized that my vision was blurring. Yeah, I had tears in my eyes. I loved Randy so much and I wanted him so bad that my heart was beating fast and I was actually crying. He was simply beautiful, and I desperately wanted to be with him again.

So, Ben and I watched those glorious bodies stretch and strain and sweat and become even more glorious. I knew enough about weight lifting to know that the bodybuilders emphasized certain muscle groups on alternate days, however, Randy and Jason seemed to be working their whole bodies; all muscle groups. It seemed like they were only interested in getting a pump since they were checking themselves out in the mirrors a lot. I think this was because this was Sunday, and actually their off day.

"Let's take a break, Jase" Randy said as he sat up on the weight bench. "I gotta take a leak." That surprised me, because couldn't imagine Randy ever stopping in the middle of a workout, he was always so single-minded about it. He grabbed a towel and headed for the door.

"Okay, Boss" Jason answered as he grabbed his towel and started to blot his face. "I could use a breather."

We'd already been here for an hour and Ben was getting antsy, so I thought this was a good chance to get away. "Let's go" I whispered in Ben's ear.

So, we crawled silently over to the vent, or the hole where I had removed the vent. I looked out and of course there was nobody there since this was the back of the garage. Ben went down the ladder while I fitted the vent back into the hole.

As I started down the ladder, a voice said: "What the fuck." And there were Randy and Jason, standing not ten feet away.

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"Kyle. What do you think you're doing?" Randy asked. He and Jason had dragged Ben and I into the garage and set us down on a weight bench. Actually, Jason had carried a squirming Ben under his arm, and Randy had thrown me over his shoulder.

"We were watching you" I answered.

"Yeah, I figured that out for myself" he said. "But why?"

"Because you said I could" I snapped. Yes, I snapped at him. "You promised me I could watch, but when I came here you wouldn't let me in."

"Oh, shit" he said, with a glimmer of understanding, evidently remembering.

"You promised to let me watch, so here I am" I said.

He just looked at me for a moment, probably wondering whether to strangle me or not. “Okay. This time, and this time only, you can watch” he said. “But right now, get the fuck out of the way so we can finish our workout.”

"Okay" I said, with a look of surprise on my face, which slowly changed to a grin. He not only was not going to kick our asses, he was going to let us watch.

"Get over there in the corner and keep your mouths shut" he said, so Ben and I scurried over and sat on some mats. "Come on, Jace," Randy said, "back on the bench. We're doing triceps."

So, they went at it for almost another hour, and I can tell you, it was a lot better down here in the room than it was looking through the vent.

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“YEAH” Randy shouted as he dropped his final pair of dumbbells. Jason looked at him with a big smile on his face. Randy reached over and grabbed him in a playful headlock, squeezing him for a few seconds and rubbing his face against his sweaty body. “What a workout. Maybe we should have an audience all the time.” Grabbing Jason by the hair he pulled his head up, gave him a couple light slaps to the cheek, and then kissed him on the lips. “That was terrific, Jase” he chortled. He kissed him again, longer this time.

Randy had laid down the law and we had to be quiet, but Ben and I were sitting there watching in awe.

“It sure was, Boss” Jason said showing a huge smile. “I can’t remember when I worked so hard. Kyle, maybe you should come here and watch every day?” he said to me.

I jumped when he said my name. “Hell yes” I screamed. Yeah, I screamed. “Hell yes I’ll come very day. I’ll be here tomorrow.” Randy and Jason both laughed even though I didn’t. I knew they were just playing with me but I was deadly serious.

Randy stepped over next to the lifting bench and stood there. Jason glanced over at me and Ben and then back at Randy. Randy didn’t move. Jason hesitated for only a second, and then got on his knees in front of him. Looking up into his face, he leaned forward and gave his jock covered prick a kiss.

“You want I should suck you, Boss?” he asked. Randy nodded his head. Jason took hold of Randy’s jockstrap and pulled it down to his ankles. I knew Randy’s dick, I knew how big it was, and right now it looked to be about half hard. As Randy sat down on the bench, Jason looked up into his face once more, and then took that dick into his mouth.

Obviously, this was some sort of ritual with them. Back when I wrecked my bike, the first time Randy let me suck him, was a day when Jason wasn't there, and Randy was working out alone. So, of course he couldn’t get it from Jason, so he got it from me. It was pretty clear this was a regular thing, Jason blowing him after the workout. And, surprisingly, Jason didn’t seem at all uncomfortable that Ben and I were watching.

My hand dropped immediately to my crotch and I gave it a good squeeze. Jason was a gorgeous boy, and all muscle, but Randy was even gorgeous-er. Seeing Jason swallowing Randy’s dick was absolutely mind blowing. I heard a groan and saw that Ben couldn’t control himself and had actually unzipped and pulled his dick out and was going at it.

I’m not sure what he wanted but I know what I wanted. I wanted Randy’s dick in my mouth. Just watching was driving me crazy with lust and I almost forgot to breathe. I started gasping for breath and my dick gave a jerk. Hell, I’d barely touched myself through my pants and I was about to blow. Following Ben’s lead, I pulled my dick out.

Randy ran his hands through Jason’s hair but didn’t move otherwise as Jason started bobbing his head up and down. Then he leaned his head back and groaned: ‘Oooooooo shiiiiiiiiit” he said in total enjoyment.

I knew how big Randy was and I knew I couldn’t quite handle that enormous dick, but Jason sure could. I swear to god that thing must have gone half way down his throat, because he had his nose crammed against Randy’s crotch hairs and he was just holding it there. Shit, if he could do it, I could do it too, and I definitely wanted to try. I desperately wanted that monster forcing its way down my throat. I wanted him to strangle me. I wanted it, I wanted it, I wanted it.

Putting his hand on Jason’s forehead, Randy pushed him away and stood up. His huge dick was fully hard now and standing up like a fence post. Looking over at Ben and me, he motioned us over. I was on my feet and in front of him in seconds while Ben was still trying to get his prick back in his pants. Myself, I didn’t bother.

He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me over to his left side, and when Ben came up he pulled him to his right side. “See that sweat” he asked. “Lick it.” He folded his hands behind his head opening up his armpits. “Start with the pits. Suck it up.”

I felt a shutter shoot up and down my spine as I dove in and pressed my face into his sweaty armpit. I was thrilled. This was what I wanted, to worship this demigod. I took a big breath, loving his rank body odor, and rubbed my face in his pit, covering my face with his sweat. Evidently when Ben saw me dive in he didn’t hesitate; as far as I could tell anyway. Jason got back on Randy’s prick.

So Randy, my hero, was getting worshiped from three of us. I wanted him all to myself, but I was willing to share if I had to. I’d do anything to have him. I got busy licking and sucking up the sweat from his pit. I really was thrilled. Really, really thrilled. Just being able to touch him gave me shivers of excitement.

“No hands” Randy growled. It had to be Ben who was trying to touch him. I knew better from experience. If Randy said suck he meant suck, and if he said lick he meant lick; you didn’t touch without permission. “Suck it up” he said. “Suck up every bit of sweat.”

He gave us a couple minutes and then slowly lowered his arms to his sides, forcing out faces away.

“Okay, now lick” he said. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ben start to lick his shoulder, but I went for that big slab of pectoral muscle. I kissed it and kissed it and kissed it, and then started to lick. “Yeah, that’s it” Randy said so we must have been doing something right.

I was overjoyed to be able to lick his pec and I rubbed my nose against it feeling its hardness. I didn’t want to quit, but when he raised his arms and flexed his enormous biceps, it was clear what he wanted. I licked my way up from his pec to his shoulder, those glorious caps of muscle, and then over to his bicep. His incredibly big, bulging, steel hard bicep.

“What the hell is this” I heard a voice laughing. “Je-sus, Randy.”

Ben and I both looked up, but I noticed that Jason didn’t move. He kept right on sucking dick. But it was Landon who was standing in the doorway. I didn’t know Landon but I knew of him. He was unquestionably the most beautiful guy in our school. He was another one of those wrestlers with an amazing muscular body, but he had a face that literally glowed. He had long blond hair, almost down to his shoulders, with astonishingly youthful feminine good looks. Anybody with a body like that was not feminine, but if there was such a thing as perfect features, Landon had them. He was simply stunning.

“Three at a time, Randy?” Landon said. “Really?”

“Shut the fuck up, Landon” Randy but I could hear him chuckling as he said it. “You kids get back to work.” I knew Landon hung around with Randy all the time, so it was logical that he would be a worshiper too. Maybe the reason I hadn’t noticed him much was because when Randy is there you don’t really notice anybody else.

“Can I touch you” I heard Ben ask, and Randy answered ‘yes’. I assumed that gave me permission too, so I grabbed on to Randy’s arm, feeling it up as I got back sucking and licking it. Long strokes of my tongue back and forth, and up and down, worshiping this amazing bulging bicep.

“Don’t wear yourself out” I heard Landon say, presumably to Randy, but I didn’t pay any attention this time.

“Don’t you worry, I'll have plenty of juice left for you” Randy answered. It sounded like Randy and Landon had a date. “But for now, shut the fuck up" Randy said.

“Sure, Boss” Landon said.

After a bit Randy dropped his arms and Ben and I both went back down to his pectorals. As much as I loved every part of Randy’s body, I think maybe it was his bulging pecs that turned me on the most. I just couldn’t get enough. I put my hand on his washboard abdominals and found that Ben’s hand was already there, so I pushed him away. Randy was beginning to pant, and I could feel those ridges of muscle expanding and contracting.

After I gave Randy’s pectoral a good licking I started nibbling lightly on his little nubbin, except that it wasn’t too little. Not like mine anyway. It must have been good because Randy started moaning. Then I felt his body begin to quiver.

As Randy’s moaning got louder I realized that I was starting to moan as well. And just like that, I started to shoot. My dick was still sticking out of my pants, so I was firing on Randy’s leg and the floor. I hadn’t touched myself, but I was as hot as I’d ever been in my life.

Randy pushed Ben and me away and grabbed on to Jason’s head. There wasn’t anything I could do about my ejaculation, so I just grabbed my dick, jerked it once, and continued to blow as I moved back.

Randy was holding Jason’s head and ramming his cock into him and moaning loudly. Then he yelled: “Yesss, Yesss, Yesss” and fired into Jason’s mouth.

Jason’s face was red and I don’t know how he was able to breathe, but I could see his Adams apple going like mad as he swallowed Randy’s semen. Looking over at Ben I saw that he was grabbing his crotch and it looked like he was cuming in his pants. I don’t know if Jason had cum or not since his jock was wet from his workout, but right now he was desperately swallowing and beginning to choke. Randy was holding his head like a vice so he couldn’t get away, but he really started choking

Randy held him for a couple more seconds and then let go of his head and stepped back. Jason pulled back and started frantically hacking and coughing and gasping for breath as Randy fired has last couple shots at him.

Randy was gasping for breath from the exertion of the ejaculation, but Jason was really fighting for breath. As Randy finished his ejaculation he just stood there looking down at Jason, watching him as he slowly recovered. Then put his hand under Jason's, chin making him look up into his face. He didn’t say a word but just stared into Jason’s eyes.

“I’m …. I’m sorry, Boss” Jason said, still breathing hard. “I wasn’t …. I wasn’t quite ready. I…. I’m …. sorry.” Randy didn’t say anything.

“Fuckin loser” Landon said from the background.

“Sorry, Boss” Jason repeated. “I couldn’t …. I just ….” That’s when I realized that Jason was apologizing for choking on Randy’s dick. He just gave Randy an amazing blow job but was now apologizing for it.

“You didn't swallow it all” Randy observed and seemed to be frowning. That was obvious since we all watched Jason cough it up on the floor. Jason took hold of Randy’s hand, the hand that was holding his chin, and gave it a kiss.

"Sorry, Boss. You want, I should lick it up? Jason said, looking up into Randy's eyes. Landon started laughing in the background. He was really enjoying it.

"No, baby" Randy said, fluffing Jason's hair. "You'll do better next time."

“Ahhh …. thank you, Boss, for letting me suck you” he said, looking into Randy's eyes. “You know I can do better.”

“Like hell you can, you incompetent moron” Landon said laughingly. “You’re fuckin worthless.”

Jason turned around and glared at him. “Listen, you little turd….” he started to say, but Randy interrupted.

“That’s enough” Randy said.

“He is worthless” Landon said proudly, with a big smirk on his face, “that’s why you’ve got me.”

“I said, that’s enough, Landon” Randy repeated, glaring at him. “Do I have to tell you twice?”

“Oops. Sorry, Boss” Landon blurted out. “I didn't mean it.” But he still had that smirk on his face, so it wasn’t clear he was at all sorry.

“We’ll talk about it later” Randy said. Taking Jason’s chin in his hand again, Randy bent down and kissed him. “You need to concentrate on my dick” he said softly.

“Yeah, Boss. I’m sorry” he said. “I lost my concentration for a moment. It won’t happen again.”

There was a guffaw from Landon, but it stopped when Randy glared at him.

Can you imagine this? Randy had just gotten an amazing blowjob. It looked amazing to me anyway, but now Jason was apologizing for choking and not swallowing all the semen. He even offered to lick it up off the floor. Jesus. I hoped I'd have a chance on Randy's dick again some time, but I now saw that he had extremely high expectations from anybody sucking him, so I knew I'd have to do one hell of a job to satisfy him.

“Jason, you can shower at home. I’ve got Landon” Randy said and walked over to the door. "Get these kids out of here and lock up."

“Randy ….” I said, wanting to get his attention before he left.

“Don’t fuck it up, Kyle” he said and glared at me. “I’ll talk to you later.” I took that to mean that I had a good thing going, being allowed to watch them, and I’d better not mess with it.

That sounded good to me. I was going to be back here tomorrow. Same time, same station.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So, Ben got quite an education, but, actually, so did I. Seeing those muscle hunks work out and watching that blowjob was some-thing-else. It was mind blowing.

“So, are you gay?” I asked Ben as we walked back to my house. “Are you gay now?”

“Kyle …. I …. I …. I don’t know” he said. “Maybe I am.”

“Yeah, maybe you are” I said sarcastically. “The way you carried on. And I can see that wet spot on your jeans.”

“Shit, yeah, I did” he admitted. “I came in my pants.”

“That don’t mean you’re gay?” I asked. “Gimmy a break.”

“I said maybe” he answered. “Maybe I am.” We entered my house and went up to my bedroom. As soon as we entered, I reached over and grabbed his crotch, giving it a good squeeze.

“Let’s find out” I said.

“I don’t know, Kyle” he answered. “I don’t think ….”

“Come on, Ben. Strip down. We’ve got to take a shower anyway.” So I got him stripped to his birthday suit and into the bathroom. Me too.

“I don’t know about this, Kyle” he said.

“Relax” I told him. “Just do what comes natural.” So, we took a shower together. I got him to soap me up and he seemed to take an interest in my body while doing it. He was shy as I did the same thing to him, but I was fairly sure his queer side was just waiting to burst out. We were both hard.

When we got back into my bedroom I got him to lie down on the bed. He pretended like he didn’t want to cooperate since he knew I was up to something. But I got him on the bed, and then got on between his legs.

I don’t think I’ve described Ben before, but he’s very cute. He’s thirteen, same as me, but he’s a little smaller than me, and skinnier. But he’s cute and you can see he’s going to bloom into a very handsome guy. He’s sexy. Yes, he is. He turns me on.

I took hold of his prick and he was hard. He was excited. He was pretending not to be interested, but he was hard, and he was excited. He knew I was going to force the issue and there was no question he was ready for it

He didn’t have a prick like Randy’s by any means, but he was fair sized, at least as big as my own five and a half inches. He didn’t say anything but just lay there, waiting to see what I was going to do.

“I’m almost an expert at this, Ben” I said. “I’ve sucked Randy three times, and as you know Randy is big. So, you’re going to love this.” I leaned down and took his prick in my mouth.

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