Steve's shouted words broke through the queer's fucked-up head and the queer realized the teenage bodybuilder was ordering him over to his sleeping bag. The faggot's sweaty, fully clothed body responded automatically to the instruction, even as his head seemed stuck in neutral. As the queer crawled on his hands and knees toward the rank-smelling dominant older boy, his mind was telling him to get the fuck out of the tent. His body, though, just took another hit of the older boy's incredible smell. The resulting high seemed to disable his protesting head.
The queer paused when he reached Steve's sleeping bag. His inhibitions suspended by the older boy's incredible funk, the queer allowed his eyes to range over the bodybuilder's body without embarrassment. The sight only added to the faggot's sex high. Steve's chest was awesome: broad, muscular and hairless. His arms were just as wonderful: wide and strong. The queer could smell the power and strength radiating from the older boy's muscular body. As he stared in admiration, the queer's brain registered how pathetic his own little body was in comparison to this strong, muscled 16-year-old boy. This is what a real boy is supposed to look like, he thought to himself. His gaze fixed on the crotch of Steve's white boxers. His sex-stoned head felt pulled toward the natural source of Steve's masculinity and power: his cock and balls.
Steve just laid back on his sleeping bag, eyeing with satisfaction the queer who obviously couldn't take his eyes off his beautiful body. The older teenager spent many, many hours in the gym building his young body. He was a narcissistic boy who liked being admired. Steve knew his muscles helped him score with girls, who seemed drawn to the strength and power of his body. A special compartment in his head, though, also enjoyed the looks he got from other boys. When he began in junior high school to get serious about body-building, Steve started noticing two kinds of admiration from other boys: Some boys would openly admire his powerful body and comment directly to Steve on how they wished they could be as big as him because they knew it would help them score with girls. The other type of boy was initially a mystery to Steve. These boys tried to get their admiration in surreptitiously. When he would be lifting weights, Steve could feel the eyes of one of these boys on him. Every time he would look over, though, the other boy would look away quickly, pretending like he hadn't been staring at the sweaty, powerfully built teenager. Those boys were typically timid and unathletic. Steve initially assumed they so covert because they were embarrassed at being so physically inferior to him. The teen bodybuilder's understanding of this kind of boy was however transformed one day after a particularly long workout in the junior high school gym.
Steve had stayed late after school lifting free weights in preparation for a teen bodybuilding competition in a few weeks. Whenever he worked out, Steve wore only a brief pair of nylon athletic shorts, exposing almost all of his awesome body to the admiring stares of others. The powerfully built teenager could stop a conversation mid-stream just by walking by a group of guys or girls. Something about the big build on such a young teenager commanded the attention of all kinds of people. Although others could not always articulate -- or even admit to themselves -- the pull the beautifully built boy had on them, Steve instinctively felt and craved the admiring attention of others. Without it, he knew he would never be willing to spend the long hours necessary to build up his young body.
When he finally finished his workout after two-and-a-half hours, Steve entered the school lockerroom to find it quiet and apparently empty. As he usually did after a long, hard workout, Steve stopped at one of the full-length mirrors in the lockerroom to openly admire himself. Staring at the muscular, sweaty young body appearing in the mirror, Steve at first admired the broad, powerful, hairless chest of the teenager displayed before him. He then began to flex his large biceps before the mirror. He flexed the rockhard bicep of each arm and then reached over with his other hand to feel the power contained in it. Fuck, yeah, touching his own powerful body like this made the narcissistic boy rockhard in his nylon shorts! I'm a fucking awesome stud, Steve would think to himself as he flexed and touched himself admiringly. Sure, his cock may not be especially big -- about six inches long when hard and of medium girth -- but his big, powerful body seemed to make up for any insecurity he felt about that.
As Steve continued to flex and admire himself from chest to legs, he suddenly heard something drop. Looking in the mirror, he noticed someone in the towel cage behind him. The older boy was a little startled, but was not in the least embarrassed that someone may have witnessed him flexing his beautiful body. After all, at bodybuilding competitions he had spend many hours standing before men and women, and boys and girls, as they gazed admiringly at his powerful young body. Nothing fucking wrong with that! Steve knew.
Turning around, he saw a boy standing frozen, imprisoned in the metal cage that held the clean towels and athletic equipment. Steve recognized the boy as the kid who handed out towels to the older boys after they showered. He also knew this was one of those kids that liked to sneak a peak at his body; one of those timid boys that Steve always assumed was simply embarrassed at being so much weaker than a powerfully built boy like Steve. Only this time, when Steve turned toward him, the kid didn't look away. The boy just kept staring at Steve's muscular, almost naked, body, seemingly transfixed by the sight before him.
Steve didn't say anything right away. As much as he liked looking at himself in the mirror, being admired by someone else was a much bigger turn-on for him. The young kid looked stricken as he gazed at Steve's powerful young body. It was as if the kid knew that he shouldn't be staring, but couldn't help himself.
After a long minute, Steve spoke to the kid. "Hey, man. I didn't know anybody was still here."
Steve's voice seemed to startle the boy, forcing his admiring eyes to jump up from Steve's chest and arms to look directly into Steve's eye. Fuck, Steve thought, the kid looked like a deer caught in the headlights of car: transfixed, fearful or uncomprehending -- or some combination thereof.
Steve knew he liked the kid's intensely admiring gaze and didn't want to scare the motherfucker away. He tried to think if he knew this boy's name. He saw the kid just about everyday in the lockerroom, but had never stopped to talk to him, except to mutter an occasional "thanks" when the kid handed him a large white towel through the metal cage after Steve had hit the showers and scrubbed down his powerful young body.
"You still cleaning up, man?"
No response.
Steve continued. "I was just finishing up my workout. Hey, what's your name, again, man?" Steve asked, as if he had bothered to learn it before but it had slipped his mind.
The young boy seemed to struggle to get his mouth open. When his mouth finally opened, he uttered something totally inaudible.
Steve was getting a little pissed off that the kid was not responsive. He briefly considered just ignoring the kid or maybe stepping into the cage and shoving him down onto the hard cement floor just for the fun of demonstrating how much more of a man he was than this pathetic kid who couldn't even get his own name out of his mouth.
In the next moment, however, the muscular teenager had the thought to suppress his anger in favor of a different plan. This kid was obviously very into Steve's powerful body, but seemed too shy to act on it. Steve thought maybe he could change that -- making it good for both of them.
"What's that, man? What's your name?"
"Uh . . . I . . . Billy."
Billy. OK, freakboy, that's progress, Steve thought to himself dismissively.
"Hey, that's great, Billy," Steve said enthusiastically, as if the kid deserved praise simply for being able to say his own name.
"I'm competing in the regional championships in three weeks and trying to add some extra bulk by then. What do you think, man? Do you like my build?"
When Steve started flexing for the towel boy's benefit, a weird transfixed look came over the kid's face like he was witnessing the appearance all at once of Santa Claus, the Easter bunny and groundhog Punxsutawney Phil!
Shit, yeah, Steve thought as he flexed and carefully watched the expression on the kid's face. Steve LOVED the adoring look of other people -- and this kid was obviously and totally taken up by the teenager's powerful, rockhard body. The young boy seemed totally absorbed by the sight before him, trying to draw in through his wide-open eyes as much of the older teen's powerful body as he could.
For several minutes, no words passed between them as the two boys were as if one: Steve, the perfect specimen of young teenage manhood, and the towel boy, an unassuming, timid kid deeply craving the awesome sight of the muscular older boy openly on display before him. Steve's powerful muscles felt even stronger to him as he flexed and put on a private bodybuilding demonstration for the kid who still stood perfectly still in the towel cage.
"Come on out of there, man."
It took the young boy a second to tear his eyes off Steve's muscular chest and arms and look him in the eyes. Steve could see fear quickly appear in the boy's face and he knew the kid was intensely embarrassed in that moment of intimate contact.
"Hey, man. It's cool. Why don't you come over here and get a better look."
The kid was frozen in place, again looking like a deer caught in headlights.
"C'mon, man. Get the hell out here."
No response. Steve's anger again started to flair. This time, though, he didn't suppress it. He wanted this kid to openly admire his superior physique and personality and didn't want to have to work so hard to get a response. This slender idiot was lucky to be able to eyeball a real boy and needed to get with the fucking program!
"Goddamnit, asshole! Get the fuck over here."
Shit, Steve thought to himself as he saw the poor shithead in the towel cage start to visibly shake.
"Oh, hey, Billy. Sorry about that. I didn't mean to yell at you, man. It's OK. Look, I'm gonna strip down and take a shower. If you want to take off, that's totally cool. But if you do want to check me out some more, be standing right here next to my locker waiting for me with a towel when I get done with my shower. OK?"
No response. Fuck, this kid was a fucking moron -- or probably just fucking scared out of his mind. An angry scowl came across Steve's face before he dropped his nylon athletics shorts to the lockerroom floor and headed to the showers. Yeah, as he walked he could feel the kid's hungry eyes tracking every movement of his powerful body.
Steve took a leisurely hot shower, slowly soaping and rinsing each part of his strong young body. Yeah, he loved feeling the results of his long, hard hours lifting weights. Steve had a fuckingly powerful physique for a young teenage boy and it made him feel strong and confident to feel his muscles. As often happened when he was feeling his own body, the teenager's soft cock began to harden. After just a minute, the teenager's manhood was totally erect and jutted out rigidly between his powerfully built thighs. Fuck, everything about my body is rockhard! Steve thought with a satisfied smile. His soapy right hand reached down and grasped his rigid tool. Steve debated whether to jerk off right there in the shower. He figured the terrified towel boy probably got the hell out of there as soon as Steve disappeared into the shower. Steve decided to whack off a quick load. As his right hand quickly stroked his soap-slick hard young cock, his left hand gently rubbed his powerful pecs. Shit, yeah, it felt great to feel up his own powerful chest as he stroked himself. In a few minutes, Steve felt the cum start to rise in his balls. A moment later, he moaned quietly as he pumped a huge load of hot teenage spooge down the shower drain.
Nothing felt better to Steve than a hard workout followed by a hot shower. Well, almost nothing. After a workout and shower, Steve loved to get on top of a girl and fuck her lights out. Hearing a girl moan in pleasure and pain as he used his powerful body to fuck her into submission made Steve feel great! Unfortunately, his last girlfriend refused to do more than just give him handjobs, so Steve unceremoniously dumped her. It had been a couple of weeks since Steve had been on top of a girl fucking pussy. He seemed always to be horny and needing to get off, especially after his workouts. Many girls got off on his body, however, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he would be scoring some more eager pussy.
The hot shower and quick jerkoff made Steve feel relaxed. As he turned off the water, he started thinking about the party he and his buds were going to that night. Yeah, he figured he soon would be hooking up with some drunk skank who would have no problem having his big, hard body on top of her fucking her long and hard until he dumped a load of his bodybuilder spunk into her tight, juicy cunt.
The thought of climbing on top of some girl and using his powerful body to fuck her breathless brought a smile to Steve's face -- and renewed hardness to his cock. As he headed back to his locker, his cock was again rigid between his strong thighs.
Steve had forgotten all about the towel boy until he turned the corner after reaching the row containing his locker. Steve stopped in his tracks at the sight before him: the kid was standing right next to his locker with a big fluffy clean white towel in his hands, just as Steve had told him. Jeez, he must have been standing there for 15 minutes waiting for me, Steve thought. What would make a guy stand around waiting for an older boy to finish showering just so he could hand him a clean towel?
As Steve walked closer to where the kid was standing, he got his answer. The boy was shaking gently and looking down in shame at the cold cement floor where Steve's athletic shorts had been carelessly discarded. In between the boy's slender legs Steve could see a distinctive bulge. Fuck, the kid's little dick was completely rigid in his jeans. Steve thought he detected a slight spot of wetness where the head of the boy's small hard dick had been trapped for 15 minutes waiting for Steve to return from his shower.
To be continued. . . .