Teen Stud Musclegirls

Chapter 2

Brett was exhilarated the next day after his first-time having sex with a dude. He still didn’t know if he was gay, he was confused about it. Come to think of it, he had always noticed guy’s bodies. He figured it was just mutual respect for a guy who kept his body on point. He thought it might be admiration from them because the guys at the gym with really developed bodies, lean and muscular like his, gave him a little more attention than others. He was very proud of his body and knew he was more developed than most guys his age. Lately, he thought about getting into bodybuilding as a competitive sport. He knew he would excel and win big. If would give him something to do after football season.

 

Toby was always a little self-conscious around Brett. He thought Brett had the hottest body of anyone he knew personally. Definitely, the hottest guy in school. He thought Brett was a pretty-boy, model looks, flawless body. Toby considered himself fluid in his sexuality. He had always dated girls but also was attracted to guys with bodies like his own. He craved attention and he always received it. He was no stranger to guy-on-guy sex. Ever since he and Chloe broke up, he experimented with guys and found he liked it. The gym was a haven for guys like him, vain, narcissistic, competitive, cocky. He was most attracted to that kind of guy. He always had his eye on the ones he knew were attracted to him as well, whether they be openly gay or closeted. He could tell when a guy was just envious with no same sex attraction other than appreciation for hard work and dedication. But the others, he could tell right away if a guy was paying attention to him for sexual reasons. He got off on gay guys thinking he was hot. It made him feel superior, more confident.

 

Now that Toby and Brett shared a mutual secret, a most controversial one, and a more embarrassing one if anyone were to find out, they had a strong bond. As a few days passed, they would see each other at school and give each other a knowing smirk in passing. There was long eye contact across rooms, each one lusting after the other. They texted constantly, sharing fantasies and pics of lingerie they liked or wanted to see the other wear. They even shared what other hot guys at school they wouldn’t mind messing around with, one being their coach.  An older guy in his 30s, handsome and an athletic, ripped build.

 

The two boys often would hang out in private at football practice, just enjoying each other’s company. They threw their alpha personalities around, extra cocky and intimidating, making the other guys wonder how two guys who hated each other up til now were suddenly joined at the hip. They liked the idea of the contrast of being known for their rough aggressive behavior in public but behind closed doors, two bitches into wearing feminine sexy lingerie. They showed off their bodies, putting them on display with skintight leggings, compression shirts, their pumped, sleek bodies making everyone envious.

 

The weekend was approaching. Toby and Brett had been scheming all week how they could get some private time. Toby had been giving Brett knowing stares and winks all through practice Friday afternoon. During a break, Toby approached Brett, quietly he whispered into Brett’s ear,

“You make my pussy wet.”

 

Brett’s heart skipped. He swallowed hard and feared he would bone up in his tights at the thought of seeing Toby in nothing but panties. He cleared his throat and whispered back, “Dude, fuck you. What are you trying to do to me, bro?” he chuckled. “You’re gonna make me bone up.”

 

Toby bit his bottom lip, gave him a cocky grin. “I just wanted to give you something to think about before we hook up tomorrow.”

 

Brett scoffed. “Right, you just want to torture me, bitch.”

 

“Ha! No, THIS is torture... I’m wearing a lace thong under my leggings,” said Toby with a sexy growl to his voice.

 

Brett gasped. “Oh my god, Toby. You fucker. I’m going to smash you so hard. Payback is a bitch.”

 

“YOU’RE a bitch,” Toby said with a pat on Brett’s shoulder before stepping away to get a cup of water from the cooler.

 

After practice, the two boys showered, dressed, and walked out to the parking lot and sat in Brett’s car. Toby pulled out a joint and lit it up. He took a drag and passed it to Brett who took a drag as well. Brett held the smoke in, swallowed some and in a struggled tone asked, “Bro, so where are we going to lace up tomorrow?”

 

Toby took the joint back and took another toke. He held in the smoke but blew a little out his mouth. “I have a buddy who will let us use his place. I already asked.”

 

Brett looked at him with concern and asked, “Wait, did you tell him about me?”

 

“Nah, just told him I needed a place to hook up.”

 

“And who is this guy? How do you know him?”

 

Toby grinned like a Cheshire cat, the buzz coming on quick. “I guess you’re going to find out anyway.” He sat back, closed his eyes, and relaxed. “You know that guy from the gym, the Marine? He’s older, hot as fuck, stacked, always wears those camo tights?”

 

“Oh, yeah. The Sarge?”

 

“Yeah, Sarge. Anyway, he’s into dudes,” Toby said nonchalantly.

 

“He is?” Brett asked shocked.

 

“Oh, hell yeah. Totally into younger beef,” Toby grinned with a stoned looked on his face.

 

“Holy shit, bro!” Brett exclaimed.  “That dude is no joke! His body is insane!”

 

Toby was flying high at that moment. As he told the story he could see it playing in his mind as if were happening right now.

 

Toby had noticed the older man many times. Toby guessed him to around 35 to 40-years-old. He knew his name was Sarge, or his nickname anyway. The man was almost a celebrity in the gym with his Marine poster boy high-and-tight good looks; his serious, very intense demeanor; his perfectly proportioned, hard as a rock body. His sleeve tattoos were sexy as fuck. Everyone knew he was a Marine and a bodybuilder with a bunch of contests and titles under his belt. His workout clothes left nothing to the imagination. He wore all compression, all the time. Head to toe compression spandex, from his shirt to his leggings. He was the epitome of what a man should look like, masculine, muscular; square wide jaw, the bluest eyes ever seen. He looked like he was drawn like a superhero in a comic book.

 

Toby often stole glances his way. Often enough to make it noticeable to any like minded guy. Toby began to notice the Sarge returning a gaze now and then. It made Toby nervous so he dared not approach him because Sarge looked like the kind of guy who would rip your head off if you interrupted his workout. Toby steered clear and just admired from a far.

 

As it so happened one day, Toby and Sarge were working out in the leg area of the gym. They nodded a hello to one another in passing. Now, by this time, Toby had been lacing up for a while. He loved leg days. He always wore leggings to work out in but today, he was wearing his favorite lacy, pink thong. He was brave that way. He hated underwear lines when he wore spandex, and the thong made him feel sexy.

 

Toby was at the squat rack, next to him was Sarge at the leg press.  Toby was self conscious that such a beautiful man was potentially watching him work out. He didn’t want to be judged by the superior man. Toby figured if he was being judged, Sarge was the right person to do it.

 

He watched Sarge perform a set on the leg press. He watched those powerful quads and hamstrings push the weight up the sled. When Sarge was through, Toby loaded up the weight and did a set of squats. He went low too. When he racked the weight, Sarge was standing behind him in the squat cage.

 

“Impressive,” Sarge said.

 

Toby nodded. “Thanks bro.”

 

“Sarge,” the man said introducing himself with his hand extended.

 

“I know,” Toby said trying not to fanboy. “Toby.” He took the man’s hand and shook it. There was a jolt of electricity in that handshake. They both felt it.

 

“Nice to meet you, Toby.” Sarge’s eyes lingered on Toby’s body. “You play ball?”

 

Toby nodded. “Yeah. Running back.”

 

“Coach McKillip?” Sarge asked with a raised eyebrow.

 

Toby smiled. “Yeah. You know him?”

 

“Oh yeah. McKillip and I go way back,” Sarge said with a smirk. He crossed his arms over his chest and took a wide stance as if he were putting on a show for the boy. Toby’s couldn’t take his eyes off the man, and likewise, Sarge felt the same about the boy.

 

Sarge had definitely noticed Toby before. Not too many boys his age looked the way he did. He could tell Toby was an athlete with his powerful body. And by the way he wore spandex compression, he knew the kid was cocky as fuck. Sarge liked cocky as fuck. But what made Sarge engage with the boy was the fact that when Toby squatted, his waistband dipped down and revealed the top “Y” of a pink, lace thong.

 

“Cool. I’ll have to get you to tell me some stories from his younger days,” said Toby. “Bet he was a hellraiser.”

 

Sarge grinned. “Yeah, he was a wild one. We used to compete together.”

 

“Bodybuilding?” Toby asked.

 

“Yeah. He was good, beat me a couple times. But he wanted to be a football coach, so he laid off bodybuilding.”

 

“Makes sense now,” Toby said nodding his head.

 

“What makes sense?”

 

Toby shrugged and winked.  “His body, bro.”

 

“Yeah. It’s pretty spectacular,” Sarge said with a smirk.

 

Toby smirked back. He was definitely feeling a vibe from the older man. “Damn right it is,” he said bravely.

 

Sarge stared into his eyes. Their eye contact held, each one waiting for the other to make the next move. There was a strange electricity between them. Sarge was impressed by the kid’s cockiness and confidence in flirting with an older man. It was obvious the boy was experienced.

 

“You ever thought about getting into bodybuilding?” Sarge asked, his eyes scanning the boy’s arms.

 

Toby hesitated as he knew the man was fishing for something. He liked toying with the Marine, flirting with him.

 

“No. I don’t know the first thing about it.”

 

“I could teach you,” Sarge said, his eyes still traveling down the kid’s body.

 

Toby grinned. “Teach me?”

 

“Yeah. For free,” Sarge replied and then bit his bottom lip.

 

“You’d train me for free?”

 

“Hell yes.  I know talent when I see it. You look like you are very talented.”

 

Toby glanced around the room to make sure no one was in ear shot. “Bro, you know how old I am?” he asked with a tone that said they were speaking in code.

 

Sarge tilted his head. “I’m pretty sure,” he replied quietly.

 

“That’s what I thought,” Toby said with a smirk.

 

“Know how old I am?” Sarge asked almost sarcastically.

 

Toby nodded. “Of course, I do.” He paused before whispering, “Daddy.”

 

Sarge smirked and nodded. “Thought so.”

 

They stared at each other for a long time. Each one having confirmed what the other was thinking.

 

“There is one thing I wanted to ask though. It’s the mian reason why I’m talking to you,” Sarge said.

 

“What’s that?”

 

“Is pink your favorite color?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

 

Toby hesitated because at first, he didn’t know what Sarge was talking about. Then he realized the man was asking about his thong. Toby’s heart rate picked up. He could tell by the look in Sarge’s eyes that he approved of his choice in undergarment.

 

“It pops against my tan,” Toby said with a sultry tone.

 

“Yeah, I saw that.”

 

“Do YOU like pink, Sarge?” Toby asked with a raised eyebrow.

 

Sarge nodded. “I fucking love pink. But today I like baby blue.” He pulled down the waistband of his leggings to reveal a hint of a baby blue lace thong.

 

Toby’s eyes almost bugged out of his head. He almost lost his breath. This big stud of a Marine was wearing a lacy thong under his workout leggings. It was in such huge contrast, the feminine panty against his beefy, jacked up, tattooed body.

 

“Fuck,” Toby whispered.

 

“Yeah,” Sarge said. “Fuck,” he finished with a devious smirk.

 

Toby looked around again, no one around them. “That is so fucking hot, bro.”

 

Sarge nodded. He paused then he put his hand on Toby’s shoulder and squeezed. “I think we should get the fuck out of here.”

 

“And go where?”

 

“My place.”

 

Toby swallowed hard. He couldn’t believe this was happening. “Yeah.” He nodded. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

 

“Grab your stuff. Let’s go.”

 

When they arrived at the older man’s house, it didn’t take long for them to attack each other with their hands and mouths. Toby was so horny, and Sarge was his exact type of guy to fuck around with. He loved older dudes; they were more experienced. He’d been around the block a few times, so he knew what he was doing,

 

“Fuck, boy. You’re a hot little fucker,” Sarge growled.

 

“Fuck, you are too, bro,” Toby said breathlessly.

 

“Had my eye on that muscle boy ass for weeks now.”

 

“Same here, bro. Your ass is so fucking amazing.”

 

“You’re gonna fuck me, kid.”

 

Toby’s eyes lit up. He assumed the bigger, older dude would want to fuck him.

 

“Really?”

 

“Are you kidding me? I can’t get your dick inside me fast enough,” Sarge said as he slid off his compression shirt and then the leggings. He was left in nothing but light mint-green, lace thong.

 

“Jesus Christ,” was all Toby could mutter seeing Coach’s manly body in delicate panties.

 

“You like my panties, kid?” Sarge asked while he seductively ran his hands down his abs and then to the tops of his quads.

 

Toby was mesmerized. “I fucking love them.”

 

“Get those clothes off and let me see yours.”

 

Toby scrambled to peel off his compression clothing. Sarge watched the boy, turned on by Toby’s enthusiasm. Sarge had been looking for a new fuck boy for a little while now. His former fuck boy received orders moving him across the country, so Sarge was on the hunt. Toby was perfect, young, jacked, smooth and handsome. And the fact that he wasn’t afraid to lace up made Toby the perfect fuck boy replacement. Now, Toby was standing in front of him in nothing but a pink lace thong that, indeed, popped against his rich tan.

 

“Fuck, muscle boy,” Sarge said in awe of the kid. “Get over here and stick my pussy with that big cock of yours.”

 

Toby wasted no time tackling the big Marine onto the bed, rolling him onto his stomach. He pushed the waistband of his panties under his balls, lubed up his cock, moved the small strip of cloth away from Sarge’s hole and penetrated him in one swoop. He assumed the toxically masculine Marine could take a hard entry and Toby was not disappointed. When he shoved in, Sarge yelped and then growled.

 

“Ah! Fuck! You cocky fucker! Give it to me!” Sarge said in a gravelly voice with his teeth clenched. One thing he loved most was getting owned by whomever was fucking him. He loved it when younger guys half his age took him down and bitched him out. He loved the feeling of young hard muscle pinning him down and reaming him out like a whore.

 

Toby heard the older man’s rant, and it sent him into overdrive, pummeling the bulbous muscle ass under him.

 

“Fuck, yeah, old man! Take my boy cock up your pussy!” Toby taunted and challenged him.

 

Sarge held on, clenching the sheets in his fists, gritting his teeth as the muscle boy beat his hole into submission. Toby looked down and reveled in the Marine struggling under him, his back muscles popping, his muscular arms flexing. He loved having this power over such a stud.

 

“Want me to cream your pussy, bitch?” Toby yelled. “Huh? Want my jock cream in your wet pussy?”

 

Sarge was beyond excited to hear such awesome fuck talk coming from the boy. “Knock me up, boy! Shoot inside my cunt!”

 

“Fuck, yeah!” Toby shouted out as he tensed his body and shot off a gooey load of sperm into the man’s ass.

 

Toby collapsed down on the man as he recovered from the extreme fuck.

 

“Bro. Fuck,” Toby panted. But before he knew it, Sarge maneuvered like a blur and manhandled the kid onto his back. Toby was surprised at the man’s speed. In a heartbeat, his legs were over the Marine’s shoulders and Sarge aimed and fired. Toby’s eyes opened wide, and a scream escaped his lips.

 

“FUCK! FUCK!” Toby didn’t expect the rough penetration. “DUDE!”

 

Sarge just grinned, it was a devious grin. “You’re playing with the big boys now, muscle boy.”

 

“SARGE!” Toby yelped. “God!”

 

Sarge bottomed out in the muscle ass and stopped. Toby’s head was writhing side to side, his eyes were watery.

 

“Shhhh,” Sarge cooed. “You’re ok. You can take it. If I can take it, you can take it.”

 

“Oh my god, dude,” Toby mumbled. “You could have fucking warned me.”

 

“You didn’t warn me, pussy boy. Now, shut up, relax and you’ll love it.”

 

Toby did love it. They switched off fucking each other that day. And they continued to hook up a few times a week. When Toby asked Sarge if he could use his house for a hook up, Sarge gave him a cocky sneer and said only if he were allowed to be there as well. Toby couldn’t wait to tell Brett they had a hook up place.

This brings us back to the present. Brett had just commented on how Sarge’s body was insane.

 

Toby nodded in agreement. “Yeah, so, anyway, he talks me up one day at the gym. Asks me if I play ball. Says he knows Coach McKillip, they’re buddies that go way back. Bro, the dude can’t keep his eyes off me. So, we talked football, working out, competitive bodybuilding.”

 

“Competitive bodybuilding?” asked Brett, perked up. 

 

“Yeah, I guess he’s really into it. Natural bodybuilding. He’s got the body for it.”

 

Brett became excited because he wanted to get into the sport but didn’t know where to start.

 

Toby continued, “Anyway, he kind of got flirtatious, one thing led to another, next thing I know I’m at his place and we’re fuckin.”

 

“You fucked? No way! That’s so random, man,” said Brett shaking his head. His buzz was growing, and he could visualize the scene.

 

“I know, right?” Toby laughed. “Big fucking marine swinging on my dick. He had me pegged for a jock sissy right away. That day I was wearing that lace pink thong under my leggings during my work out... I guess it were showing above the waistline of my leggings when I bent over. He saw the panties, turned him on. Decided to go for it.”

 

“That’s so fucking hot, bro,” Brett said quietly, stroking his cock that was hardening in his jeans.

 

“That’s nothing, dude. He likes to lace up too.”

 

Brett looked at Toby, not sure whether to believe him or not, maybe he heard him wrong.

 

“Sarge is into lace?”

 

“Yeah. Dude, he looks fucking amazing in stockings and panties.”

 

“How long have you guys been hooking up?” asked Brett.

 

“Not that long. A month and a half,” Toby said with a shrug.

 

“Did he fuck you?”

 

Toby guffawed and said, “Dude, he smashed my pussy for hours.”

 

Brett was in awe. He massaged his hard cock, hanging on every word. “Holy shit.”

 

“And I smashed his pussy too. It was fire, bro.”

 

Brett sat quietly for a minute, taking in all the information. He felt like he hit the lace lottery.

 

“Is he going to be there tomorrow?” Brett asked.

 

“Yeah, if that’s cool?” Toby asked the stoned jock.

 

Brett thought for a second. “He’s discreet?”

 

“Yeah, bro. Totally downlow.”

 

“Then yeah, dude. It’s cool with me. That stud is so hot.”

 

“Nice! Thought you wouldn’t mind.”

 

Brett reached over for the joint and it was smoked down to a nub. “Dude, I wanted another hit.”

 

Toby looked out the window and all around for anyone watching. He grinned at Brett and said, “Shotgun.”

 

Brett grinned back. “Fuck, yeah, bro.”

 

Toby took the last hit, held it in and met Brett in a kiss. He released the smoke into Brett’s mouth and continued to make out with his fellow teammate. The two jocks made out, feeling each other’s bodies. The car was filled with moaning and the sounds of wet smacks from kissing. Toby’s hand found Brett’s rock-hard cock and he stroked it through his jeans.

 

Brett broke the kiss. “Be a good girl and suck my dick.”

 

Toby raised an eyebrow and said, “Yeah? Want your girl to suck you off?”

 

Brett put his hand on the back of Toby’s head and applied pressure. “Get that cock in your mouth and blow me like a little bitch.”

 

“Yes fucking Sir!”