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Lifting, Posing, Showing Off...part 1?

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Lifting, Posing, Showing Off...part 1? by nommjustmf@juno.com (nommjustmf@juno.com)The summer before my senior year in high school was a fun one and full of new adventures. I imagine most people recall that time to be exciting as it is often the beginning of a very fun and important part of one's life. For me, it was a time that I came out my shell and tried to appreciate things a little more. What it ended up being was a time of fun, growing up, embarassment and a good amount of lust. My first three years of high school were pretty tame. The only thing notable for me was that I was very good at football. I played linebacker and fullback at a Catholic high school in the midwest. I had to work hard to get as good as I was. Now, I wasn't an all-star, just a solid player for the school and division I was in. I spent almost as much time in the weight room as I did studying for tests and classes. I was one of the strongest guys in the school by the time I was a junior, and I kept up the pace through my senior year. One of the off-shoots of all my time in the weight room was that I got to know some of the city's body builders. Nothing like Mr. Atlas or anything mind you, just a group of guys and gals that worked out and entered local competitions for small time prizes. I started to go to shows to watch some of the folks. Now, keep in mind that I'm not talking about the type of body building you're all thinking of. It's not one of those things where everyone looks like the Thing or some alient mutant. These competitions were more fitness than body building. Soon, I decided to go ahead and enter a few myself. I never finished higher than third place, but the competition gave me some confidence that I was sadly lacking. It was also fun to hang out with a new group of people. I never took steroids like a lot of the men that did these shows; I always had a longer term vision and concern for my health. The most odd thing about the shows was the shaving of body hair....all body hair. Another thing that took some getting used to was the nudity...almost constant nudity while prepping for a show. Guys would be oiling themselves down in the buff for quite some time before they put on those ridiculous Speedo style shorts. Many times, they'd try to find a corner to yank on their cranks as well to try to fill those shorts out a little more than they normally would...that was always weird to be around. They'd oil up then start tugging on their wang like it was rubber. Sometimes, they'd get a hard on that they wouldn't even try to conceal; it was just part of the competition in their minds. To me, it was really strange and something I've not told anyone when discussing these competitions; it just seemed weird to talk about. I started dating Amy off and on in my senior year. Amy was a fun girl who was always heading out to a party. She was kind of my opposite in that respect as I seldom went to parties. Amy was cute and was what one might call big boned. She wasn't fat, but she wasn't a reed either. To me, she was very sexy. She was a blast to be around and talk to, and had a group of girlfriends that were similar. She really didn't hang out much with the other guys in our class which is probably the reason I was first attracted to her as we had this in common. Amy had huge boobs. There's no other way to say it; they were just enormous. When she played basketball her junior year, they didn't have a uniform shirt that didn't look like a wet T-shirt. Even with a job bra, she was bouncing all over the place when she'd run. Her large breasts are the primary reason she stopped participating in all athletics. Not that she was in pain, just tired of people staring at her. Amy and I started dating shortly after she came to one of my competitions. We had been hanging out as friends and I mentioned that one of these coming up and she volunteered to come watch. No big deal. She came to a few more, we kept hanging out and before we knew it we were dating. We'd just hang out at our parents' house or a local burger joint and chat mostly. Or we'd go to parties and hang out with some of her friends. It was after one of these parties when she was kind of drunk that she started to ask me questions about the competitions. She asked about the shaving and she asked if it was weird getting all baby oiled up, then flexing in front a room of strangers. I answered her questions but I could tell it wasn't really the end of her curiosity. As our relationship grew, we spent more and more time together. She would come watch me work out at the gym every now and then, or even work out with me occassionally (very rarely!). I was dropping her off one night fairly early as I had a competition the next morning. I told her I had to run through my poses a few more times and then just kind of relax before morning. She said that she didn't want to go home so early and wanted to hang out some more, then asked if she could watch me run through my poses. No big deal to me...sure thing. So we went over to my folks' house. We went into the basement where I had a mini workout room. I lifted a few weights to get some blood flowing while she laid on the couch reading. I started going through my poses and she asked why I wasn't going through a real life practice. She said that I should put on my briefs so I could make sure I was really practicing the right way. She'd seen me in these things so many times it was no big deal so I went and put them on, and lost the shirt. I started to practice my poses again, watching my self in the mirrors I had mounted on the wall. She sat behind me and I could see her in the mirror as well. At first, she sat their quietly. Then she started to make funny faces at me, cracking me up. Then she began to offer advice, good advice at that, on how to pose. Amy was no dummy. As I kept practicing and getting more into it I lost focus on her. When I looked in the mirror at her again, she was looking at me very seductively. I laughed and asked her what was up and she said she just liked to watch me in the mirror. I kept practicing, but also kept watching her as her expression was priceless. At one point, she looked at me very seductively and said that she really liked to watch me pose up on stage. I laughed and told her that she needed to let me focus so I could finish up and get to bed. "Do you ever watch yourself pose when you're completely naked" she asked. I was floored. Amy and I had fooled around, but nothing outside of 'down the pants, up the shirt' type of stuff. I'd felt her huge mellons plenty of times but had never even seen her with her shirt off so such a question came as a surprise to me. I laughed very nervously and said that sometimes I did when I was working on my back and buttocks. "I think you should do that right now" was her next comment. I spun around to face her and neither of us said anything for what seemed like minutes. I sensed there was some sort of a dare placed before me, so I dropped my trunks, turned back around, and kept posing. "Your cock is getting hard Mike" she purred. I didn't really need her to tell me this as I had as good a vantage point as her; she was of course right. I told her I was done practicing and reached for my shorts and a towel. "Why don't you go through one more time just to be sure" she said, her eyes glued to my half hard cock. As I started, she got up and approached me. She reached for one of the many bottles of baby oil I had in my room, walked over to me, and sprayed it all over my chest. "I think you need to simulate the real competition" she said. I started to rub in the oil, then went back to posing. "Missed a few spots" she said. "Right on the top of your leg." I rubbed in a bit more oil. "Ooops. Missed a big spot...your cock Mike. You need to rub it in all over." I was so freaking scared! That's an understatement. I told her I wasn't going to do that and I should probably get to bed, but I really wanted this to continue. "Why not? It's not like I haven't felt your hardon dozens of times. So now I'm seeing it, big deal; no pun intended." I reached down with my right hand, enclosed it around my pecker and began to rub in some of the oil on my hands. I was rock hard in no time at all. I rubbed it for a few minutes until it was at full staff, then stopped and stood there ready to pose. I have to admit that I looked pretty foolish. I was totally naked, all shiney from the oil, hardon sticking up in the air and my girlfriend ten feet away just watching. Pretty strange actually. "God you look awesome with that oil all over you. The tip of your dick is so awesome. It's so much bigger than it should be for your dick; the biggest I've ever seen. It kind of acts like a hand stopper when I tug on it. Sometimes when you do a routine I can see it through your shorts." I knew she was right. I'd seen plenty of other guys naked in the gym and before competition to know that I had a somewhat freakishly large tip on my penis. The fact it was visible through my shorts while competing was something I didn't really want to hear, but I didn't let that bother me at the time. She got up and walked over to me. I was about to explode from anticipating some great sexual act. I leaned in to kiss her, but she kind of turned away from me and picked up my work out towel. She walked back and draped the towel over my hardon. "Looks like you've got some strong muscles down there too" she said in a purr. I could tell she was loving this as much as me. She removed the towel and reached down to my cock. She gave it a few strokes and I started to move back and forth with the motion. Then she smiled a wry smile and let go and walked back to the couch. "Put that towel back on your cock again." At this point, I was in such a state of arousal I would have eaten that towel; I did as she said. "God, it doesn't even more does it...it's so darned hard. Let's try this; take one of those 2 1/2 pound weights and put your cock through it." I protested just enough to pretend without actually ending the game. I put the small weight around my cock and stood there at attention. My cock was so hard it barely even moved. "Take that one off and put on the five pounder." I didn't even bother to talk back this time; I was having way too much fun. The five pound weight made my dick stick parallel to the ground. For style points, I flexed my pelvic muscle and made it bounce up and down like my hardon was lifting weights...I guess it actually was at this point. "Ok Mr. Bighead, enough showing off for now. You can take the weights off and get back to practice." "Ok, now go through your routine again. If your cock starts to get soft, I want you to stop and stroke it until it is hard again." I started to feel just a little silly at this point when I realized what was going on. "Why don't you just come over here and give me a kiss or let me feel those huge tits" I said. "You need to get through this practice first Mike. If you do a good routine I'll give you a nice reward when it is all over. Maybe you'd like to put that between my breasts? Now go ahead, get on with your routine." I did my best to go through my long routine as best I could. I got about two minutes in to it and she stopped me. "One of your muscles needs some pumping up Mike" and raised her eyebrows twice. I stopped...of course she was right. I reached down and started to stroke it a little bit. "You need to take this serioiusly dear." I started to stroke it more dilligently and watched her reaction in the mirror as I did. "Don't look at me; you need to be focused. Look at yourself in the mirror when you do that so you know when you are hard. Look at your cock while you're stroking it and not me." I did as she said; when my eyes would drift she would tell me to get them back to my cock. "Ok, that's good. Now you should start at the beginning again." I quite a bit further the second time, but still didn't get all the way through it. She interrupted me and told me to get myself hard again. I didn't even look at her. Just focused on my cock sliding back and forth in my hand...thank goodness for the baby oil. "Your balls sure do hang down low don't they?" What? I had to stop and look at her; she was just smiling, sitting on the couch. "I mean, they're pretty saggy aren't they? Now keep going." Ok, that phased me a bit; I'd actually almost put her out of my mind. When I resumed I couldn't help but notice she was right...my balls were sagging down quite low as my hand slapped against them. "Ok from the top and let's see if we can't get all the way through it this time. It's starting to get late and your folks might come home any minute. How about a little more focus this time please." I started at the top and kept on going. Further than before, though it wasn't a good routine. The whole time I kept thnking that I need to wrap this up. I need to get off, I need to get to bed, I need to get cleaned up, and I need to think about what is happening here. Finished. "Yeah! You did it!" Amy was cheering and jumping up and down behind me. I was exhausted physically and emotionally. God her tits were huge...god they bounced a lot when she jumped like that. "Thanks Ames. Now why don't you come on over here and give me that reward you talked about...you know, put this between those." "Hmmm, it seems to not be totally hard right now. Why don't you take care of that again. Put more oil on it though; I think you wiped most of it off." I poured more on my hands and started to massage my cock slowly. Up and down in between my ultra oily hands; squeezing pretty hard to stretch it to its fullest. "God your balls are big Mike. I like how you've shaved them so I can see them. They're almost as big as the tip of your cock. Keep stroking it for me; watch yourself in the mirror." "Come on over Amy you promised...its reward time." "I never promised anything. I said you'd get a reward and you are. You'll put that between my breasts some other time but not tonight." "What?" I said somewhat ready to cry. "Don't worry, you're going to get a reward but not that particular one tonight." "Well what then?" "You're going to get to take your routine to a new level. Now keep on stroking that beautiful cock for me." Those two words "beautiful cock" really turned me on even more. I started to stroke it once again. "Don't look at me Mike; watch that cock of yours slide in and out. Work on it like you do the rest of your body." I didn't really need much more coaching at this point; I was resolved to what was happening. "Grab those big balls with your other hand and massage them. Keep your focus in the mirror! That's right, rub those big balls Mike. You know, when you're up on stage everyone can see the outline of that huge cockhead of yours. We were talking about it at the last event. I think they should give you extra points or something for that thing. I told some of my friends about how big it is and they don't believe me; maybe I'll bring them to the show tomorrow so they can see for themselves." "That's right, keep pumping that cock; just look at it in the mirror. That is one beautiful cock and balls you have there Mike. Don't look at me; just imagine me in front of you. Imagine me taking off my shirt and my bra to show you my breasts...I know how much you like big tits Mike, and mine are the biggest in school." I was pumping my cock and rubbing my balls like crazy at this point. A combination of baby oil and precum was hitting the mirror with almost every pump. I watched my cock sliding in and out, and looked at my balls that seemed to swell by the minute. "Pull on those balls a little bit Mike. You know you like it when they're squeezed while you're getting off. Put your thumb and finger around your ball sac and cock so they get pushed out. Yeah, that's good Mike. God this is so awesome. Keep pumping that thing...oh, do you like it when your jack off hand hits your balls like that? Good, don't look at me...that's right. You must like it...well keep doing it. Hit them some more." I knew I was only seconds away at this point. I wanted to cum, but wanted it to keep going as well. "Just think of my big tits Mike. Think of me riding on top of your cock with my tits flopping all around. Think of getting your hands on them and playing with my nipples. Think of me playing with my nipples tonight when I'm home fingering my wet pussy thinking of your cock and ball show Mike. Think of me sucking on that big head of yours while you stroke your cum into my mouth." "Oh, I'm going to cum Amy; oh god, it's going to be big." She jumped off the couch and stood next to me. "Don't cum on the mirror! Let go of your balls and come in your left hand. That's it...keep pumping, keep pumping. Oh, one, two, three...my goodness you have a lot there. Keep pumping that dick; I think there's still more there. Wow, now that's a handful Mike. Don't you feel better?" "I feel like I'm going to pass out" I said completely out of breath. "Hand me my towel?" "Sure, but first take that cum and rub it on your cock and balls." I started to protest but she cut me off. "Look, don't argue with me. I just gave you an incredible reward so don't end this evening on a low note." I did as she said. "That's right, work all that cum into your cock. When you're done take what's left and rub it into your nipples." I did as she said once again...this was becoming a pattern. As I did so, I actually began to get fully aroused again. "Easy there tiger" she said. "No more tonight. You can go ahead and get dressed and take me home. You have a big day tomorrow and you need to get your energy back. I leaned in to kiss her and her wet mouth met mine full on. "Uh uh, no touching with those dirty hands" she said as I was about to grope one of your huge mellons. "Maybe tomorrow night after your event is over." I took her home and got a few more kisses along the way. We professed our 'love' for each other, then said goodnight. I slept very well that night despite the bizarre occurences that took place.

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