The following story is an erotic fantasy about consensual and nonconsensual sex between men and boys. If this is not your thing or you're not of legal age, stop now.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not practice safe sex, but keep in mind that this is fiction. In reality, safe sex should always be practiced. This story is entirely fictional and is not meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental.
Worthy of Worship
Chapter 21
Bicep Boy
"Hey Coach. How's it hangin?" Randy said as he entered Coach's office. Randy had just finished his shower after the wrestling workout, but right now was wearing only his jockstrap. And, in anticipation of some `fun and games' with Coach, he had a nice bulge showing. "Went well today don't ya think?" he said as he walked over and sat on the edge of Coach's desk, and as Coach rolled his chair back, Randy put his bare foot between his legs not quite touching his crotch.
"Alright Randy" Coach said with resignation. "What do you want?" Coach had given up arguing or even disagreeing with Randy, because he knew Randy would eventually get his way no matter what. It was a lot easier just to go along with him on anything and everything. Besides, Randy was so gorgeous and Coach was so hot for him, that he literally swooned every time Randy got near him, and he'd do pretty much anything the boy wanted just so he could get some of his attention. Randy was not only young and gorgeous and incredibly muscular, but he was totally arrogant and controlling and allowed no one, including his Coach, to question him. Randy was always the guy in charge and Coach actually looked forward to being dominated by him.
Randy reached over and took one of Coach's hands and pulled it into his crotch. "I said it went well today, didn't it?" he repeated. "Particularly that new kid, the bicep boy." Holding Coach's hand against his crotch, Randy gently moved it, forcing Coach to massage his prick which started to grow.
"Who's that? The bicep boy?"
"Yeah. That kid with the bulging arms. Kelly, or Kavy or something."
"Oh. You mean Kalé, the Hawaiian kid. Yeah, he's got great potential. With a little training and some muscling up I think he'll be pretty good."
"Well, he's already got all the right muscles in all the right places, so I don't know what you mean by muscling up. Hell, he turns me on just the way he is. I love those muscled arms and that dark complexion, and that shiny black hair makes him look absolutely yummy."
"So, he turns you on does he?" Coach said. "I've never seen you have any trouble getting anyone you want so I suppose Kalé won't be any different."
"Yeah Coach; you're right. But I don't want to spend a whole lot of time sweettalking him. My parents are out of town on a cruise this week, so I want him at my house tomorrow. You need to tell him he's got to be there."
"What do you mean I've got to tell him? Come on Randy; don't get me involved in this."
Randy ignored Coach's comment entirely. "Tell him every new wrestler has to have a mentor' or a trainer' or something to show him the ropes, and you've assigned him to me. That should do it."
"Randy. Please" Coach pleaded. He didn't say anything more because he knew that once Randy decided on something he wouldn't change his mind and arguing with him would just make things difficult. He always ended up doing whatever Randy wanted him to do, even though he knew some of the things he did were flatly illegal and could end up putting him in jail. Although not willing to face up to the reality of the situation, subconsciously Coach knew Randy was probably planning to bushwhack this kid and he could be an accessory to a crime. But what to do? Randy was so strong willed that Coach simply could not stand up to him. And besides, Coach was totally turned on the Randy's body and big cock and aggressive manner and didn't want to do anything to give Randy any excuse to back off.
"He's still in the locker room Coach". Randy said as he stood up and pulled Coach to his feet. "Go tell him now. I'll wait. And tell him to be there at five o'clock." Randy gave him a shove towards the door and a pat on the ass and then sat down at the desk.
When Coach returned a few minutes later Randy was still setting at his desk. "Come here Coach" he said softly and sweetly as he rolled the swivel chair back away from the desk. As Coach walked up to him, Randy pointed to the floor. As Coach got down on his knees Randy grabbed his head with both hands, leaned forward, and gave him a peck on the nose. As Coach looked up at his beautiful sixteen-year-old student, Randy gave him a big smile, and slowly pulled him into his jock covered crotch.
"I've gone soft Coach" Randy whispered. "Let's see what you can do about that." Coach pushed his face into Randy's crotch willingly.
"I think we need to really hit the shoulders tomorrow Jace" Randy said as he looked at himself critically in the mirror. He and Jason had just finished their chest workout and their muscled bodies were glistening with sweat as they stood next to each other in front of the mirrors. "My chest is looking great, and my arms are super, but I think just a little more bulk in the shoulders is what I need now."
"Yeah boss, your chest is looking fabulous; ab-so-lute-ly in-cred-i-ble" Jason said with a gasp as he looked with amazement at his gorgeous idol and lover in the mirror. "And I'm ready to work my tongue over every inch of it. I wanna lick every drop of sweat off those gorgeous mounds of muscle."
Randy reached over and gave Jason a slap on the ass. "I want it too babe, but we've had a change of plans. I've got that new kid from the wrestling team coming over today. In fact, he'll be here any minute."
"Oh, come on Randy; since your parents are gone, I was going to stay over, and we could have the whole house to ourselves. You said I could. And who is this new kid anyway?"
"I said maybe, maybe you could stay over while they were gone" Randy answered. "Well, not tonight. Now don't hassle me about it."
"Shit Randy. I really wanted to sleep over with you tonight."
"Maybe we can do it tomorrow night. We'll see. Now grab your clothes and get out of here."
"Okay boss" Jason said as he grabbed his shorts and wife beater. "But who is this new kid?"
"He's the new kid on the wrestling team" Randy said. "The Hawaiian kid. I call him bicep boy."
"Oh shit boss, he's gorgeous and I agree, his arms are enormous. What'cha going to do? You gonna fuck him?"
"What the hell do you think I'm going to do?" Randy said with a laugh. "Now give me a kiss and get out of here." Jason leaned over and gave Randy a quick kiss and then bent his head down and gave each of Randy's enormous pecs a kiss and a lick. "Love you boss."
"Love you too, Jace" Randy said.
"See you in the morning." Jason slipped into his shorts, tossed the wife beater over his shoulder and headed out.
Randy started flexing as he admired himself in the mirror. He loved seeing his muscles glistening with sweat after a workout, so he very slowly went through his standard posing routine. As he flexed and posed the bulge in his jockstrap began to grow. Maybe it was in anticipation of the Hawaiian boy coming over, but mostly it was because Randy was totally turned on to his own incredible body. Turning his head to the side, he gave his right bicep a big wet kiss, and then smiled at himself in the mirror. "Yeah man. You are incredible. Absolutely gorgeous. Totally unbelievable" he said aloud in worshipful tones.
Then he was roused from his trance by a knock at the door. Grabbing a towel and wiping his face, he walked over and opened the door.
"Hey Kelly. How's it goin man?" Randy said as he grabbed Kalé's hand and pulled him into the workout room. "Glad you could come over."
"It's Kalé Randy, not Kelly" Kalé said. "Pronounced like Ballet. I'm from Hawaii but my father was Turkish." Kalé was still wearing his school clothes: jeans and a golf shirt while Randy, muscles bulging from his workout, was standing there in only his jockstrap and a layer of sweat.
"Okay Kalé. Come on into my muscle building dungeon" Randy said. "Excuse my dress, or lack of it. Jason and I just finished working out."
"It's okay Randy" Kalé laughed. "And I must say, you look pretty damn good with almost nothing on."
"Thanks man. But I worked my butt off to get looking like this." Randy stepped back and performed a double bicep pose. "Wha-da-ya think?"
"You've got an amazing body Randy. I've never seen anyone our age looking like you."
"Our age shit. I look better'n anybody most any age." Randy performed the most muscular pose. "See what I mean?"
"Yeah Randy. You're unbelievable" Kalé answered.
Randy stopped his posing and just looked at Kalé for a moment. Kalé was not only very good looking, but he also had particularly large bulging biceps. He obviously worked his arms more than any other body part because they were really enormous. So big that they almost overwhelmed the rest of his body. Almost but not quite.
"And you look pretty damn good too" Randy said admiringly. "I love those big biceps of yours."
"Thanks Randy. And I worked my butt off too to get them."
"But you shouldn't cover them up with shirt sleeves. With arms like that you should only wear muscle shirts."
"If you knew my Mom, you'd know why I wear loose golf shirts to school all the time."
"Well, I don't know your Mom, so let's see how you look without that shirt. Get it off and show me what you got."
"Ahhh... sure Randy" he said as he pulled his shirt up out of his waist band. "But Coach told me you were going to talk to me about the wrestling squad."
"Yeah, we'll get to that" Randy said. "But first I want to see that bod of yours. I want to see what I've got here. Get your shirt off."
"Are we going to work out or what?" Kalé said, still not removing his shirt.
"In our squad Kalé, the guys know I'm the guy in charge, and they do what I tell them. Now get your damn shirt off."
"Okay Randy. Okay. Don't have a cow." He finally pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Actually, Kalé liked taking his shirt off because he knew he had a super body, and there was nothing better than having someone admire him. He didn't like being told what to do, but he realized he was the new guy in town, and it was better to go along with Randy until he knew the ropes. He automatically raised his arms into a double bicep pose.
"God. Your arms are terrific Kalé" Randy said in awe. "Shit, they may be bigger than mine." Randy stepped forward and put his hand on one of the swollen biceps.
"Over seventeen inches Randy" Kalé said with satisfaction. Having a muscle boy like Randy complementing him gave him a thrill. Hell, he was as vain as anyone.
"You must be a champion at arm wrestling" Randy said.
"In fact, I am" he said with a smile. "I was the local champ back home."
"Turn around and let me see you" Randy said as he stepped back to watch critically. Feeling a little embarrassed to be on such obvious display, Kalé slowly turned around so Randy could get a good look.
"Your abs are good" Randy said. "Actually, they're excellent, but you need to concentrate on your chest and shoulders. I'll develop a workout plan for you. Now take off your pants and let me see your legs."
"Ahhh... Randy. My dad is my coach. He says big biceps are the mark of a man, and he wants me to keep working them really hard."
"Well, your dad doesn't know shit about building a body. Arms are good and you can keep working them, but they've got to match the rest of you. You'll see the difference in your strength, and you'll be a better wrestler once I get you working on my program. Now, take off your pants."
"Ahhh... sorry Randy, but I'm not wearing any underwear."
"Oh shit" Randy said as he started laughing. "Trying to show off that muscle between your legs too heh?" Randy stepped forward and grabbed Kalé's belt and unbuckled it. "It's okay Kalé. I've seen naked guys before. Take `em off." Randy pulled the belt out of the loops and tossed it aside.
"Com'on Randy. Don't."
"What's the matter; got a hard-on?" Randy asked as he reached and grabbed Kalé's crotch. "Well shit. You do have a hard-on" he said as he laughed and groped Kalé's crotch. "So, I turn you on do I?"
"No Randy" Kalé gasped. "It's just.... It's just... Getting naked always makes me horny."
"Me too Kalé. Me too. Particularly when I have a pretty boy like you to play with." Kalé tried to stop him, but Randy grabbed the zipper on his jeans, jerked it down, and then pulled Kalé's pants down to his knees. He then gave him a push, knocking him back on his butt on the floor. Grabbing his legs, Randy pulled his shoes and pants off in one fell swoop. Kalé put his hands in front of himself in embarrassment trying to hide the hard rod sticking out from his crotch.
"Just so you won't be embarrassed Kalé, I'll join you" Randy said as he yanked his jockstrap down and off. Randy's rod was not as hard and was not sticking out like Kalé's, but it was obvious that even being only half hard it was about as big as Kalé's, and had potential to get a whole lot bigger. "Besides, this is my favorite muscle. What do you think of it?"
"Huh?" Kalé grunted as he sat on the floor covering his crotch.
"I said, what do you think of it? It's a big one isn't it? I've never met anyone with a bigger one." He took hold of his big staff and started playing with it. Kalé didn't reply, but just sat there in shock staring up at Randy, who now walked up to him.
"You like big one's Kalé? Keep your eyes on this and you'll see how big it really gets." And in fact, Kalé could not help but stare in awe at Randy's cock as it began to grow. Randy stepped forward so he was straddling Kalé's middle with the big cock almost directly above his face. Kalé eased back on his elbows and continued to stare up at the monster sticking out from Randy's middle.
"Looks like it's hot for you" Randy said as they both watched a drop of pre-cum appear at the tip. "This one's mine" he said as he put his finger on the pre-cum and brought it to his lips. "Ummmm" he purred. As another drop appeared he said "now this one's yours". Putting his finger in the pre-cum, he bent down reaching towards Kalé's face. Kalé was shocked and saw what Randy intended so he clenched his lips tightly closed. But Randy simply rubbed the pre-cum back and forth over his lips. Then he rubbed the finger over Kalé's nose and into his nostrils. "Taste it boy. Taste it and smell it. That's Randy's muscle cum. And let me tell you, they get in line to get a taste of that."
"That's enough Randy" Kalé said. "Let's stop this right now." He rolled over and started to get up, but suddenly felt Randy put his knee against his back forcing him back down onto the floor. Before he could react, Randy had grabbed both his arms and pulled them behind his back. Kalé had extremely strong arms, but Randy already had the advantage with his arms twisted behind him so as he tried to break Randy's hold he could not budge him. And as they struggled, Kalé got the shock of his life as Randy's knee left his back and he felt the enormous, now fully hard cock beginning to slide up and down his ass.
"No Randy. No" he choked out in shock. "Stop." Holding tightly to Kalé's arms, Randy leaned down and whispered in his ear.
"Jesus, you got a pretty ass Kalé" he whispered. "And I'm so fucking horny I can't stand it. Wha'da'ya think we should do about that?"
"Randy. Stop it" Kalé yelled. "Stop it right now."
"Yell all you want babe" Randy whispered. "Nobody can hear you."
Kalé quickly changed his strategy and decided to try reasoning with Randy rather than making demands. "Don't do this Randy" he said calmly. "Please stop."
"Now we're getting somewhere babe" Randy laughed. "I love it when a guy says please. Sounds like begging to me. Go ahead; beg some more."
Kalé was really shocked and was getting afraid. "Please Randy, let me go. Don't do this."
"Sorry Kalé. I'm all horned up now; I gotta fuck you" he said as he continued sliding his big rod up and down Kalé's ass crack. "Unless.... Unless you want to do something else?"
"What do you want Randy?" Kalé asked as tears appeared in his eyes. "What do you want?"
"Well... I want your ass. But I might be willing to settle for a blowjob. What do you think?"
"No Randy. No"
"Okay. It's your ass then." He pushed the head of his massive hard-on against Kalé's crack.
"No... no. Wait" Kalé screamed. "Wait."
"Well?" Randy said. "It's this or a blowjob. Which is it going to be?"
"Don't do this Randy. Please."
"You've got five seconds to make up your mind before I jam my pecker up your tight little twat."
"Okay Randy. Okay, okay, okay. I'll blow you" Kalé said.
"Hey. That's more like it. I like it when my boys cooperate." Randy knew he could have pretty much anybody he wanted but most times it was just too easy, and he loved a challenge from guys who hesitant. Even though he only picked the cream of the crop, and Kalé was definitely the cream, he also loved it when a guy struggled. Even in fun, having a muscle guy pretending hard to get and squirming and struggling under him was like nothing else. And since Randy was a top-notch wrestler there was no better stimulation leading up to a hot fuck than wrestling with a guy who was pretending he was not quite willing. Kalé playing hard to get was going to make it more fun.
"Now tell me what you're going to do."
"Come on Randy."
"I said, tell me what you're going to do" Randy growled. "Say it."
"I'm going to give you a blowjob" Kalé mumbled softly.
"Say it again so I can hear you" Randy ordered.
"I'm going to give you a blowjob, Randy" Kalé repeated.
"Okay, now we're getting there" Randy chuckled. "You ever blow a guy Kalé?"
"Ahhh.... well. Ahhh ... no, not much." Kale was not averse to sucking a guy off. He had a boyfriend in Hawaii and had given and received a fair share of blowjobs.
"I'll take that as a yes" Randy laughed. "Now, I like my cocksuckers real cooperative and dedicated, and I expect to get a decent blowjob out of you. Otherwise, you've got another hole there that I'm interested in."
"I'll cooperate Randy" Kalé said softly, completely accepting defeat.
"Good boy" Randy said as he let go of Kalé's arms and set up on his thighs. "Now two more things. All my boys know I'm the boss. That's me, boss. And can call me boss. So go ahead: call me boss."
"Okay Randy. Anything to keep you happy: .... boss" Kalé responded with resignation.
"Okay now. Just one last thing. What I like almost as much as an actual blowjob, is a guy begging me to give me one. That is really, really hot. So, let me hear you. Beg me to let you suck on my big bazooka." Randy laughed aloud. "Go ahead. Beg."
Kalé was silent for the longest time. Then he said "Randy... ahhh... boss. Wha.....?"
"You gotta beg. Use the word beg. Beg me to let you blow me" Randy said and gave Kalé another slap on the ass. "Get busy. I want to hear you beg."
Kalé realized he had little choice but to do what Randy wanted. "I beg you to let me suck your cock" he whispered.
"Okay, that's good. I like that." He stood up and walked over and sat on the weight bench. "Okay, over here." Kalé slowly got to his knees and then crawled the couple feet over to Randy. "Kiss it first" Randy ordered as he pulled Kalé's face into his crotch. "Kiss it all over." Accepting the inevitable, Kalé did what he was told and started kissing Randy's big rod. Randy grabbed hold of Kalé's massive biceps that he found so fascinating and massaged them as Kalé kissed.
"Shit, you have beautiful arms" Randy said as he pushed Kalé's head back away from his hard cock and stood up. "Flex em for me babe. Go ahead. Show me those rock-hard swollen muscles. Come on, make em bulge." As Kalé flexed his big arms, forcing up an incredible bulge from his enormous biceps, Randy stepped in close pushing his cock into his face. "Yeah babe. Keep `em flexed while you blow me" Randy swooned.
Grabbing Kalé's jaw, Randy forced his mouth open with his thumb and pushed his prick into the hot wet hole. "Suck me baby" he murmured as he again grabbed hold of the boy's big bulging biceps.
Randy was a real addict when it came to big, turgid muscles. Mostly his own, but sometimes, like right now, he was totally turned on to another guy's muscles. Particularly when he'd just finished dominated him and got him ready for a hot fuck. Looking down and watching Kalé suck him while flexing his big arms made him so hot that he knew he was going to shoot quickly. Starting to move his hips back and forth, Randy pushed more of his cock into the muscle boy's mouth and felt the heat building up in his middle. He knew he was going way too fast, but there was no stopping his prick when it was ready to blow.
"Oh shit" he yelled as he let go of Kalé's arms, grabbed him by the hair and held on as his cock started to shoot. Holding on to his hair with both hands, Randy fired his first two shots into Kalé's mouth. After those two shots he allowed Kalé to pull back from his cock so he could breathe. His next several shots of cum landed on Kalé's nose, in his eyes and his cheeks, and even his hair.
"Jesus you're hot" Randy gasped as he finally let go and started to calm down and get his breathing back to normal. Kalé was panting and wheezing even though the blowjob had been so quick.
"Shit man. You were terrific. Randy said as he noticed that Kalé's cock was very hard and almost throbbing. He laughed. "Tell me again you haven't given many blowjobs."
"Fuck you Randy" Kalé said, but he had a smile on his face as he said it.
"Stand up" Randy ordered. "Now jerk off. Hell you're almost there." Standing in front of Randy, almost between his legs, Kale grabbed on and started to jerk off. And Randy was right, he was almost there. It only took a minute or two before he started shooting. The first three shots landed on Randy's chest.
Randy had to laugh aloud because he was pretty sure he had another new disciple. This gorgeous `bicep' boy was going to become a member of Randy's stable, and with a little practice he was going to become a great cocksucker. And Randy most definitely had plans to get some of that Hawaiian-Turkish boy ass.
"Way to go man" Randy said with a laugh. "That was pretty terrific for a first timer." Kalé just stared at him with cum smeared all over his face. "But you are one hell of a mess" Randy laughed. "Com'on in the house and we'll take a shower." Grabbing Kalé by the hand, Randy led him into the house.
A half hour later the boys were back in the weight room and Randy was talking about his ideas about Kalé's workout schedule and what he needed to do to prepare for the wrestling team. When they finally finished their discussion, Randy let Kalé know there was one final requirement.
"My boys always thank me for letting them blow me Kalé, and I'm kind of used to that. I let you suck me, and you should be appreciative. Most everybody wants me" he said with a laugh "but I'm kind of particular about who I pick to service me. Alright, so I'm vain and conceited as hell, but go ahead: tell me you loved blowing me and thank me for it. Go ahead."
"Ahhh... Randy..."
"Boss" Randy said.
"Ahhh... Boss... ahhh..."
"Tell me you loved blowing me Kalé. Go on; say it. Say it."
"Ahhh... Boss.... I ahhh... I ahhh... loved sucking you."
"Good man. I knew you could do it." Randy gave him another kiss. "Now thank me for it."
"Ahhh... thank you, boss" he whispered.
"That's great Kalé. You're a fast learner. But just so I don't have to remind you, remember that every time I let you blow me, you thank me for it."
"Ahhh Randy" Kalé said, rubbing his neck where Randy had squeezed it. "There ain't no way.... It ain't gonna...."
Randy simply laughed as he grabbed him by the chin, giving him another kiss. A longer tongue dueling kiss this time. "Don't you think for a minute that you can say no to me. You belong to me now; you're going to be part of my team. And you're going to love it." Holding his head Randy gave him another long-wet kiss. "You don't know it yet, but you and me are going to become the best of friends."
"Ahhh... Randy..."
"Don't worry. It's all good. Now give me a smile. Com'on, smile for me" Randy chuckled, giving him a quick kiss on the nose.
Kalé didn't say anything or seem to react, but there may have been just the faintest smile showing as Randy leaned in for another kiss.
This time Kalé actively participated in the kiss.
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