The Shy Super Hot Bodybuilder

Born in 2005, Andrew lives in Boston, USA. It so happens that his name is on the list of the 10 most popular male names in 2005 according to the Social Security Administration of the United States. Boston is the capital of the state of Massachusetts (officially called the Commonwealth of Massachusetts). Andrew is a regular member of the Lynx Fitness Club on Arlington Street; he sports firm abs, pecs, thighs and butt. Andrew sometimes wears tight-fitted gear that show off his hairy assets, but he prefers to remain discreet.

The handsome 19-year-old student attends Emerson College and has embarked into a double major curriculum focusing on Marketing Communication and Public Relations. Andrew is currently registered under the 4+1 program, earning a master’s degree in just one additional year instead of two. His bodybuilder look doesn’t go unnoticed at Emerson College; female students dream of dating him, but Andrew is single. Notwithstanding the fact that he is a top-notch bodybuilder with great looks, Andrew remains shy, especially around women, and sees no need to tell others about his man-to-man attraction. He has never fooled around in the fitness center as he is not attracted to other bodybuilders.

The presumably straight gym instructor, known to close friends for fucking guys on the side, claims: “I will be the first to plough his peachy ass or my name is not Bill.” Well, no luck, he is still William. The janitor at the Lynx Fitness Club is George; he knows Andrew because he often greets him at the beginning of his shift. George does not notice the muscles of this regular member any more that he should. This is not the case for the janitor’s son, Theodore, who dreams of melting into Andrew’s arms. Theodore is also on the list of the 10 most popular male names in 2005.

George tells Theodore that he will clean the squash courts, the pool gallery, and the women’s locker room. “You can take care of the men’s locker room.” As Theodore enters what he calls the “virile playroom”, he sees Andrew taking off his jockstrap, hanging it on his locker door, and heading for the shower area. “Holy fuck! Hairy body, huge ass and a 7-inch cut cock that would fit nicely in my mouth.” As there are no other members around, Theodore dares to grab Andrew’s jockstrap, so anxious to sniff the manly musk. He gets excited and rubs the gear on his small bulging crotch, not noticing that his dad just entered the locker room.

“What the fuck are you doing? I can’t imagine that my only son is a faggot. Put that back where you stole it, and get to work. I want to leave the fitness club in 30 minutes.” Andrew witnesses the impact his jockstrap had on Theodore and the fierce exchange with his father.

“Don’t feel bad about what just happened. I’m glad that my male odor excites you. I’ve never said this before, but I like cute slim guys and you are one of them. I mean… you… attract me!”

“Wow! You have no idea how often I dreamt of melting into your muscular arms.”

“Come over, handsome! I also imagined the pleasure I would have in hugging you with strength and passion.”

The athletic Andrew and the skinny Theodore intertwine tenderly, not without noticing that their cock hardens upon a quick rub. They both smile and moan. “I would love to continue, but your dad will be back soon. I will help you clean up, and will also give you my jockstrap. Keep it out of your father’s eyes. I have others and you can come to my place; we can sniff them together and see what happens…”

Back home, Theodore wonders if he imagined the scenario that unfolded in the locker room. How can a well-endowed super bodybuilder be attracted to a twink? Theodore has a tiny dick and his ass may be cute but definitely not firm nor peachy. His muscles are not developed and his body is not very hairy. He places Andrew at the top of the Altar of Manliness and imagines that virility rhymes with pilosity.

The next day, George and his son cross Andrew as he leaves the fitness center. The father doesn’t see the bodybuilder slipping a piece of paper into his son’s hand: “Let’s meet this Saturday at 2 p.m. My address is 9 Winchester Street, apt 31. I’m listed under Wilson, A.” Taking the first step to invite a guy over is something Andrew has never done before. He has only responded to some entrepreneurial slim men, now and then, never on a regular basis. This time he overcomes his shyness because Theodore is a real magnet. He wants to date him. It’s as simple as that.

On Saturday morning, after breakfast, shit and shower, Theodore sits on his bed trying to figure what he should wear. He tries on Andrew’s jockstrap but the pouch is way too big for his pecker. After lunch, he brushes his teeth, goes through his wardrobe, and chooses jogging pants that can be removed quickly, plus a matching shirt. He puts on a dash of cologne: Calvin Klein’s timeless blend Eternity for Men. Then he regrets it because Andrew may only like the smell of natural virile musk. He showers again, gets ready, and walks to Winchester Street. Andrew is all smiles when he opens the door of his studio. They immediately hug warmly. Andrew would like to kiss Theodore on the lips, plunging his tongue in the twink’s mouth, but waits for the proper moment, telling himself that we must not put the cart before the horse.

The two guys sit on the sofa-bed and, while cuddling, Andrew pulls out a sweaty jockstrap from under the pillow. Theodore wants to sniff it, but not the way he did in the locker room. “Please put in on, I want to bury my face in a full pouch.” Andrew gets naked and displays the most awesome cut piece of meat. In spite of an already pulsing hard-on, he manages to dress-up his family jewels, and Theodore devours the package with his eyes, his nose, his tongue, his teeth and his hands. Andrew’s moans also put Theodore’s hearing to work.

The bodybuilder has never seen the twink naked. Theodore warns him that his cock is also circumcised but very small. “Never mind, Andrew tells him, the best ointments are in small pots”. He’s not a size queen. Small ass and small dick are fine, are great in fact. The bodybuilder dreams of sexual fun with a guy way different than himself. He stretches out the bed, they both lie down in the splendor of their virile nudity. Andrew slides his bazooka under Theodore’s balls and gets him hard in no time. Now is the time for deep tongue kissing.

The twink may be skinny, but he’s not shy, embarrassed or discreet. Theodore takes the lead and positions himself to offer Andrew the best 69 experience. He not only sucks the mammoth cock like his life depended on it, but slides in tongue in the bodybuilder’s crack, tickling his crevice, darting his rosebud. “Ho fuck yes! Eat my hole, you darling sissy boy. You’re the best and the hottest sexual partner I have ever met.” Theodore also wants his shit hole pounded. It has only been filled solo by a finger or a dildo. “I hope you’re not a bottom, versatile at least, hopefully a top that loves to leave his mark inside a darling sissy’s begging hole.”

Versatile or top, Andrew is shy. The enthusiasm of Theodore breaks down all sexual barriers and seem to add an extra inch to the bodybuilder’s pulsing dagger. He lubricates the mushroom and the thick shaft, then thrusts his chopper with the force of a stallion. Theodore screams, yells, cries, but keeps saying “don’t stop, shove it deep inside, transform my moans of pain into exclamations of pleasure! I want you to fill my small trunk with your big load of creamy junk. I promise to shoot it back to you.” Andrew has never experience felching. He has no idea how cum and ass juice mixed together can be a culinary treat. He is in for a further surprise when Theodore invites him to keep some jizz in his mouth for a French kiss. The twink’s ancestors (Parent) are from Paris, capital of culinary arts… at the table and in bed.