PRIVATE POSEDOWN
By Scott Walker
"Junior men, 17 and under, we'll need you in 30 minutes."
'Great', I thought. I got half an hour to pump up, oil and pyche up before having to hit the stage. There were ten of us in the middleweight division and I was gonna have some real competition. A few of the other guys were already getting oil applied by the volunteers so I picked up a pair of dumbbells and began doing some flyes to pump up my lats. One of the other guys stood in front of the mirror and hit some poses. Shit, this kid looked awesome! He hit a double biceps pose and those puppies sprang to attention, I'd say close to 17 inches. Mine weren't much smaller but this kid looked no more than 16! He smiled when he saw me notice him and I took this as a sort of challenge. I picked up the dummbells and began doing curls, grunting loudly with each rep. My arms were responding as I began to get a pump. I put them down and facing the mirror, hit the same pose. Man, my arms looked good; peaked and rounded, almost perfect shape. I hope that shut that kid up so I went back to my own routine. I did tricep pushdowns, incline flyes, seated rows and squats to pump up the rest of my hopefully-soon-to-be-teen champion body. One of the volunteers, a guy named Andy who'd graduated from my school a few years ago offered to oil me up. He started with my legs, commenting on how thick my quads looked and how my calves had developed.
"Lat spread," he said as I spread my wings. He oiled my back and shoulders. "Double bi." I hit the favorite pose of almost every guy here as Andy oiled the near 17 inch guns. "Solid muscle" he said as he rubbed the oil over the mounds. I smiled and hit the pose extra hard. After he finished my legs he handed me the bottle of oil. "All done buddy, good luck." He patted me on my broad shoulders and walked over to his next assigned contestant.
Up to about here, I'd been a good boy. When Andy was oiling me I fought the raging hard-on with all my considerable might. Andy was such a great-looking guy and so huge I wasn't sure what he'd think about my 'dilemma'. Now, as contest time neared and I was surrounded by other guys pumping up, posing and flexing the old involuntary responce began to show it's head. Shit, this is so embarrassing; I can't go on stage with a hard-on, I'll be the disgrace of the school. I had only a few minutes to decide how to alleviate the situation. The kid who had shown off for me earlier must have sensed my dilemma because he picked up a dummbell and making sure I was watching, curled it with a series of loud grunts. I watched his biceps peak up to new size and now Scotty was doing the same thing, stretching the thin fabric of my posing trunks. Shit, this kid was cute; dark complexion, probably Greek or Italian with jet-black hair and deep black eyes. He dropped the dumbbell and hit a most muscular in my direction. I pretended I hadn't noticed but wasn't very convincing. He strode over through a group of flexing muscleboys.
"Hi, my name's Franco," he said extending his hand. "You know, like Columbu."
"I'm Scott," I said, shaking his hand.
"Yeah, you look like a Scott."
"Well, I guess you look like Franco Columbu."
The handshake turned into a strength match; Franco glanced down.
"I see you like being around all this prime muscle too."
I let go of his hand; my face redder than my hair. While I was avoiding eye contact I looked down and noticed Franco with the same 'dilemma'.
Franco leaned in and said: "You look pretty good, but you'll never make it on stage with that. Do you wanna go some place and have own private posedown?"
Again I flushed red. "Well, they're gonna be calling us soon..."
"Don't worry, it probably won't take too long. Anyway, we'll hear the announcement." He cocked his head towards the backstage area. "C'mon."
"How old are you?" I asked as we headed off
"Just turned 16," Franco said proudly."How 'bout you?"
"17. I guess we'll be up against each other." He looked at me and smiled. I blushed again when I realized my faux pas. "I mean on stage."
Against my better judgement I, led by Scotty, followed. I had visions of some of Franco's buddies waiting to ambush me but I decided to go for the adventure. He led me into a dark area backstage which smelled of cleaning supplies. There was barely enough light to see and I was still watching my back in case of that ambush. At once Franco grabbed my nipples and squeezed. I was surprised by the suddeness and let out a small yelp.
"Shhh. We don't want anyone to find us," Franco said. He bent down and started sucking my pecs. "Flex them" he said, or so I thought. I did and felt his excitement as my chest flexed and hardened. I reached down and squeezed his biceps which he immediatley flexed. "You like those?" he asked
"Uh-huh."
"Just passed 17 inches." He stood and flexed his right arm. "Pretty good huh?"
"Uh-huh."
"Let's see yours."
I of course needed no further encouragement. I flexed my own biceps, watching it swell to its full size. Franco began licking the peak while squeezing my triceps. He again flexed his own and placed it next to mine.
"Who's is bigger?" Franco said.
We both flexed our biceps as hard as we could and placed them side by side. I could see Franco's peaking slightly larger than my own. He then hit a side chest pose and I countered, both bulging with solid young muscle. I hit an abdominal and thigh pose. Franco countered but I noticed his abs weren't as razor cut as mine. We hit most muscular poses for each other's pleasure.
Now Scotty was at full mast so in order to not soak my posing trunks with pre-cum, I pulled them down; Franco did the same. He made his pecs dance; I made mine do the same. We moved in closer until the heads of our cocks touched.
"Shit, that's some hard-on ya got there Scotty."
I grabbed Franco by the throat, not too hard but enough to get his attention. "Look, I'm Scott," I told him. I grabbed his hand and placed it roughly around my cock. "That's Scotty."
Franco, surprised by my action got on his knees. "Sorry Scotty," he said as he took my swollen muscular member in his mouth. He began sucking quickly while I ran my hands over his wide shoulders and delts. I ran them down his arms which he once again flexed. The feeling of these solid 17 inch mounds of muscle put me over and I spewed spunk all over Franco's chest and down to his feet. Luckily, none of it landed on his trunks. He was on the verge of cumming when we heard;
"Junior men, get ready to hit the stage."
"Oh shit," Franco said as he began pulling up his trunks, his hard-on still raging. I grabbed his cock and gave it a few rough tugs and soon felt the familiar warm, wet sensation all over my hand. We both smiled as I licked some of this muscleboy's seed. We found some paper towels and quickly cleaned ourselves. As I was pulling up my trunks Franco said;
"How 'bout after the contest, no matter who places higher, we finish this off?"
"Sounds OK to me."
"I know a few of the other guys might like to get into some fun as well. With all the dieting and contest prep, they're just achin' to let loose."
We headed back to the pump room area and retreived our numbers. Andy smiled and winked as I headed up to the stage area.
"What?" I said.
"Oh nothing. Just looks like you got into some of your own pump room action."
"Well, you know, all the contest prep and everyhing."
"Yeah, I know. So, will I see you afterwards?" Andy asked.
"Yeah, I should be ready for some more oil by then." I smiled and headed up to the backstage.
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