OVERLOOKED COMPETITIVE HIGHLIGHTS FROM 2016
A special report looking back at contests we were unable to cover in real-time from the 2016 season
A DESERVED VICTORY LONG TIME COMING!
FINALLY DOMINANT: The longtime veteran of the sport of naked bodybuilding Pierre Douton
has a ravenous fan base who admires his aggressively dominant attitude and self-assertive arrogance.
And now he has won the most prestigious title in the naked bodybuilding world: IFNB Mr. Alpha.
has a ravenous fan base who admires his aggressively dominant attitude and self-assertive arrogance.
And now he has won the most prestigious title in the naked bodybuilding world: IFNB Mr. Alpha.
When you think of what makes a real man, you think of a dude who is fearless and self-assertive enough to intimidate you, yet who possesses a masculinity that you admire and envy. You think of a man who does not ask permission to exert his sexual power, but instead takes whatever he wants for himself as a sign to other men that he is their superior. You think of a guy who never drops this attitude, but lives it 24/7. And of course, you think of a stud whose muscle and shape is unrivaled, and who has a massive, frightening fuck pole that is constantly able to fuck whatever he chooses.
For many years, many fans considered just such a man to be Pierre Douton. Doputon is a legend in naked bodybuilding as it is, with a particular reputation for being unflappable against others' opinions and undeterred from doing things however he wants. This has given him the status of a truly masculine powerhouse; a man who rules over whoever he encounters, and is ruthless and relentless in his self-lusting sense of superior entitlement.
Regarded by NBAs as "one of the most terrifying fucks an NBA has to suffer, yet that somehow leaves you begging for more," Douton's sexual superiority has only seemed to increase with his years as a pro naked bodybuilder. Meanwhile, he is known for a physique he continues to dial in tighter and bigger each passing year. He is a man perpetually improving.
Of course, many fans see Douton as a loose cannon - – and for good reason. Often known to suddenly switch strategies, Douton has occasionally lost top positions in contest due to excessively aggressive maneuvers. Yet when he is on point, he is revered for a posing style and control that many regard as the example of what a man in his ultimate state should be.
"I have always known that i am the most superior male on this planet," Douton told us during the 2016 Mr. Alpha. "And the truth is you agree. You know you adore me; it is impossible not to. Everyone wants to be a man like me. Which is why it is so gratifying to see you all show the truth: that you want me to be the only alpha you look up to."
And this year, these bold statements he is known for were validated as fact: the 2016 Mr. Alpha is Pierre Douton!
His performance was dazzling throughout the Mr. A, with mass and she he has never brought to any professional contest. Likewise, his posing was aggressive and cocky – classic Douton. Yet his thick cock – far thicker than we have seen it before – stole the show in several rounds. The mighty fuck log zapped seeming fountains of man jazz onto the judges table tot he point of shock. His lowest round of sperm-pumping was in the 3rd Prelims with 14 shots – still a respectable load.
But where the muscle and cock of Douton shone was in the Finals, where his evident horniness for himself produced pints of hot sperm with many of his poses. The stud flexed 21 loads, timing 19 of them, during the 5th Final round, which is a personal best as it is, and just shockingly rare for audiences to behold in any competition!
After such a long career, most of his long term fans have been rejoicing that, at last, Douton has gained his position among Mr. Alpha winners.
ARE YOU GLAD TO HAVE DOUTON BE THIS YEAR'S MR. ALPHA?
WERE YOU A DOUTON FAN PRIUOR TO THIS HUGE WIN?
WERE YOU A DOUTON FAN PRIUOR TO THIS HUGE WIN?
This comment refers to this shot of Douton and to the previous one of Bedone
ReplyDeleteAlthough I have never been a great fan of Douton myself, I have to say that this shot of him is magnificent and to congratulate him on his Mr. Alpha award. It seems that he beat Eduardo Bedone, who came second.
One can always argue the toss as to which man should have won the title. I think that these two studs are more or less equals in most respects except one. On this occasion the judges decided that Douton was primus inter pares: first among equals. But my own vote would have been in the other way. Both men have magnificent bodies, of comparable muscularity and both have massive cocks. But for me, it is the perfection of his cock which would have swung my vote in favour of Bedone.
For me, Bedone has the truly perfect penis: massive but perfectly proportioned and a cockhead which is superbly set off from the shaft by a good rim. (OK, I know I say that all the time. But a good head and a good rim make for a great cock) And just look at the way he shows off his man-meat in the previous shot: perfectly held in the correct fully erect position and with a shaft showing only the slightest curvature, this is a cock to die for; just so very much finer than Douton’s offering.
In 2017, I predict great things for Bedone who deserves the Alpha title.
Wow 21 manloads and 19 of them timed with him flexing his enormous schlong.
ReplyDeleteI can easily picture him shooting a manload after him getting stoned and wearing his red silicone rings and eventually he would be capable of shooting 93 times with upwards of 87 his manloads were timed with him doing his penis flexing. Very sexy.smelling cockhead.
I for one give Douton a hearty congratulations. I have always been a fan of his, even though in the past he was often his own worst enemy on the path to the greatness his genetics and attitude seemed to put him on. It took him years to realize it fully, but it shows that dedication, years of training and focus were the key all along to being the best.
ReplyDeleteI also want to point out the importance of the first African Mr. Alpha. Though Douton himself is probably too self lusting to think this applies to others besides him, I think it is a victory for African NBBers to have one of their own at the top. Also known and celebrated for the size and virility of their cocks, Africans have traditionally been maligned for not having physiques to either match, or at least in proportion, with their meaty dongs. Though one victory won't change the perception overnight, I hope it will both make the world more accepting of African muscle, and it does motivate aspiring African naked bodybuilders to keep pushing themselves to be competition ready on the international stage.
Four on really does walk the walk, when it comes to being a true alpha male. It's a shame that it has taken him so long to get the awards to go along with his obvious greatness. The Report has it right that he is a terrifying fuck; the backstage footage is pretty brutal. Those slim NBAs don't really stand a chance against that kind of raw power. Still, whatching a scene like that does make your ass hungry for a big, monster cock.
ReplyDeleteAny updates on how Douton decided to celebrate his win? Is he doing a victory tour or other public or semi-public celebrations of his win? I can only imagine how much he is ready to get out there and dominate.
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ReplyDeleteIs there still life out there, wherever there might be? We need a refresher now that spring has "cum". So how about it guys? What's the problem? When can we expect some new pics? We the fans are addicted to this site and like all addicts we need our shots.
The penury of new muscle-cocks continues. No new comments have been made for ages. The blog seems to have stagnated for the moment. So here a short story to break the tedium of the moment. Read it if you wish or just skip it. As ever it is in several episodes, which I shall stop as soon as the blog picks up again. Jason
ReplyDeleteReminiscences of a young NBA.
My name is Randolph Scott but everyone knows me as Scotty. I am 25 years old and have been an NBA for about five years now. I left school at 16 with no diploma as I was not exactly an academic type. By that age I had already fucked most of the girls in the class. They were all easy lays as I am, with no false modesty, a really handsome well-muscled guy with that most important attribute, a good sized cock ,for which most of the chicks were eager to spread their legs. And let’s face it cock size is very important. But even though I was exercising my meat regularly on the fairer sex, it did not take me long to realise that they were not for me for I had a growing attraction and felt much more comfortable in the company of guys rather than dolls.
So when I was just 17, I had my first gay sex experience with another guy. I did not know him as he picked me up in a bar, where underage as I was, I should not have been. He was from out of town, must have been about 25, but he took me back to his hotel and gave me my first experience of an anal fuck, at which he was clearly an expert. But he was really quite nice as he allowed me to fuck him back. I never saw him ever again that was my initiation into the joys of gay sex and since then I have never looked back.
I then lived with my parents and my sister in a small apartment in a not very good area of LA. But having acquired a taste for anal sex, I was foolish enough to bring home a lad I had met in a gay club. The house was empty so we went to my room to fuck and it was there my father found us in bed together. Well the shit hit the fan and the upshot was that I was turned out of the family home with my father calling me a pervert. He really was very ‘Old School” in his thinking. With my lack of qualifications, I was then working in a supermarket and found a room nearby which I could afford out of my minimal wages.
It was when I was filling the shelves one day that a well dressed type handed me his card and suggested that I come to see him as he had a proposition for me. I told you that I was very good looking and my bulging crotch was very alluring to the searching eye. Well to cut a long story short, this well-heeled type aged 40 or 45, wanted me to give him what he called anal stimulation. As he offered me $500 for the service I willingly fucked the guy and pocketed the cash. And that was the moment when I realised that I had attributes which I could possibly use to earn a living.
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Reminiscences of a young NBA.- Part 2
ReplyDeleteI was just 18 when I left the super-market and took a job in a gay bar, which was an environment where I felt completely at ease. I could be myself: basically a totally footloose and free, randy young stud who liked to fuck and be fucked on a regular basis. It was a really good move, for I met a lot of new guys with whom I had regular sex and, the icing on the cake, thanks to my looks and my large sexual endowment, I was solicited from time to time by older men, all of whom were big payers for occasional services of the kind I was happy to provide. As my income increased, I was able to able rent a small apartment within walking distance of my job.
It was in an Internet Café – I then had no computer of my own – that I first discovered the Muscle-Cock blog and became familiar with the activities of the IFNB. I was blown away by the size of the naked body-builders with their marvellous, rock-hard cocks and their ability to cum at will whilst flexing their muscles. What I saw inspired me to do something about own body, which was not at all bad, but I really wanted to try to become like the studs whom I saw in the blog. So, my job being essentially an evening one, I enrolled at a local gym and started serious muscle training, which I quickly came to love: a love which soon became an obsession.
But my cock, of which I had always, even when younger, been very proud, also gradually grew into the well balanced shaft some 7 inches long excluding my somewhat generous foreskin, balanced by a girth of some 3 inches. It also had the very desirable quality of being rubbery and well padded out even when soft: it did not look like a deflated rubber balloon, all shrunken and shrivelled between my legs. So all in all, looking at myself narcissistically in a mirror, I thought I looked pretty good and damned sexy. Anyway, talking about my cock brings me to my next point.
Amazingly for an American of my generation, I had for some reason or other not been circumcised as a baby. But you already knew this as I had mentioned my generous foreskin, which frankly, was becoming an increasing source of irritation to me. Unless I used a condom, which I often did when I fucked another guy, that pesky foreskin got itself rolled back like a rubber washer onto my shaft and sat as an thick band just below the rim of my by now exposed cock-head and made for a very uncomfortable fuck. This, coupled with the fact that all my NBB idols on the Muscle-Cock blog were circumcised and displayed gorgeous cock-heads with well-defined rims, convinced me that I had got to take the plunge and go under the knife: that fucking, annoying foreskin had to go.
I can tell you I had to steel myself to see a surgeon as no guy wants to have his cock sex fiddled with. But I need not have worried for it was all utterly painless. The only thing was that I had to refrain from sex for ten days while the cut healed. It was a real deprivation I can tell you and by the end of the period I was suffering from severe withdrawal symptoms. But the end result was worth it; I now had a beautiful big cock, with a large head and a well defined rim up there with the best of hen and I felt on top of the world.
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Reminiscences of a young NBA.- Part 3
ReplyDeleteFor the next two years I worked in the gay bar, where after six months I had been promoted to manager. My sex life, which was one of the most important things in my life, grew even better as my circle of acquaintance expanded. I found myself in great demand as word got round that I was a brilliant cocks- man with an enviable tool and I found myself involved in all sorts of different – let’s call them – events for want of a better word. Gay guys like me, with muscular bodies and big cocks and a willingness to appear before an audience, were in great demand, And as time passed, I found myself being asked more and more to service men whom I did not know and I along with several other guys were often commissioned to give a display of our sexual prowess to enliven an evening. Sex, is always a draw and when performed live by a group of muscular young studs can become hypnotic The thing that I and others with me did was that we actually copulated before our audiences rather than posing and strutting our stuff individually as did the NBBs at the Muscle Cock events. We may not have been as big and able to shoot cum whilst posing in the way the NBBs did, but our presentations were much more dynamic as we we fucked each other on stage in every position known to man – and then some!
Since my circumcision, sex had become the greatest pleasure and all consuming activity of my life and I saw no reason to hold back on an activity which had become my life-blood. But as I got older and approached my twentieth birthday, I gradually realised that, dedicated to physical training as I was and acclaimed cocks-man that I had become, I would never attain the degree of perfection needed to compete on stage in an NBB event. I just had to accept that I was a handsome muscular stud with a very large cock which I knew how to use, but that I would never equal those men whom I had come to see as my idols. Any thought of seeing myself competing in IFNB events vanished with the gradual realisation that it required 24/7 dedication, a bevy of assistants and a sponsor with a deep pocket to develop and maintain such physiques and such phenomenal man-meat. The word phenomenal is totally appropriate!
But one thing I had learned from following the Muscle-Cock blog was that there were lots of other jobs associated with the training and competition. NBBs provided the bodies and cock; and boy, did they need pampering to achieve what we all saw on stage. I had, until then, never even thought that I could play one of the supporting roles and quite frankly, having read of the brutal way in which many of the NBB competitors treated their assistants, I don’t think that I would have wanted to. But quite out of the blue came an offer which totally changed my life. And if it did not fulfil my original dream, it did enable me to capitalise on all the hard work I had done myself in the gym over the past few years.
On Friday and Saturday evening the bar which I managed, always had a sort of fuck-fest. It was as you know, a gay bar and it was a pretty extreme sort of place. The owner, my boss, had no qualms at all about promoting really hard gay sex events on his premises. Well, for several weeks I had noticed an extremely muscular young stud, dressed in clothes which left little or nothing to the imagination as to what they covered, had been present. And although he had himself not stripped off to participate in the group copulative fun, he was clearly a keen observer, as was I for as manager I did not usually join in. Well as the event ended, he came up to me, handed me a visiting card which said: “Aldo Caballo – Naked Body Builder - IFNB” with a Venice beach address. On it he had written “Please contact me. I would like to talk to you.”
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Reminiscences of a young NBA.- Part 4
ReplyDeleteTo be continued
I duly rang the number in Venice and spoke to the mysterious Aldo Caballo, who said that he had seen me several times when he had visited the bar where I worked and wondered if we might meet as he wanted to get to know me. It was as blunt and straightforward s that, with no further explanation. Why, I asked myself, should a guy, clearly an IFNB affiliated professional NBB want to see me. Anyway, nothing ventured, nothing gained and so I went down to Venice to see him on my day off from work. For my sins I had never been to Venice which is a Mecca for body-builders and it was quite an eye-opener, for the whole place was teaming with scantily clad young studs and some older guys too plus some gym who should have known better, all of whom clearly worshipped both body and sun. Here was living testimony to the benefits and drawbacks of an outdoor life in the blazing sun. Caveat emptor!
Aldo lived in an up-market apartment block with a concierge and had a top- floor penthouse with a huge non-overlooked terrace. Aldo himself was wearing just a well-cut G string, which held his impressive kit in check. I was not at all embarrassed, for here I was in the presence of a guy, who clearly belonged to that coterie of NBBs I adored: guys who strutted their stuff on the stages of IFNB events around the world: guys who in my eyes were the modern-day equivalents of Greek Gods on earth: guys who just oozed sex form every pore of their beautiful bodies. But why had he wanted to meet me? We had just seen each other a few times at some fuck-fest in my bar on which neither of us had actually participated and we had never exchanged a word.
“Well Scotty – that is the name you go under isn’t it – thank you for coming to see me. I guess you are curious to know why I have asked you down here when we don’t know one another. Well you have seen me a few times in your bar in LA, which, in case you don’t know it, is reckoned to be one of the hottest gay spots in southern California. And my sources tell me that you are generally considered to be one of the hottest gay tickets around. Well Scott, I liked the look of you at first sight and with such a glowing recommendation, I thought I would get you down here and perhaps we might talk turkey.” Aldo had turned away to a side-table to pour us a drink, giving me a rear view of a body to die for, including a luscious pair of naked buns, which could not have been more inviting had they had “fuck me” written across them. I could feel myself hardening in my pants just from looking at this deliciously fuckable hunk of male perfection as he handed me my drink.
Facing me now, his eyes riveted on my crotch, where my uncontrollable piece of piece of man-meat was fast growing ever harder, telling me what it wanted to do, Aldo handed me my drink. “Scotty, I can see that you are already too hot (was the way he put it) so why don’t you make yourself more comfortable and then we can talk.” And by way of helping me understand what he meant by making myself more comfortable, he came across to me, unbuckled my belt, undid my zip and said very quietly: “Take them off Scotty; take everything off: I need to see you naked.” Well his word was my command, and it did not take me long to strip for him. As I pulled off the bikini brief I was wearing, my cock sprang to full attention at 45 degrees to my stomach, eager, as ever, to do its duty.
Also stepped back and gazed at me with a look, of admiration in his eyes and let out a soft whistle of admiration: he clearly liked what he saw. He then
pulled off his G-String and I saw, for the first time with my own eyes the sheer monumental quality of a professional NBB’s cock and balls in the flesh. As I watched Aldo’s fuck-stick rose to full attention, his cock-head glistening with pre-cum. I could feel my heart pounding, as the tension rose. I could barely contain my eagerness as I waited, wondering what was to happen next.
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Reminiscences of a young NBA.- Part 5
ReplyDeleteI asked myself anything needed to be said. Here we stood, two young studs each our rock-hard cocks telling both of us what they clearly wanted, but I waited for Aldo to say something. For my own part, I knew that I just wanted to fuck him there and then and then in turn to be fucked by him – or vice-versa. Who went first did not seem to me to matter. What was important was to me that we did not let this moment pass without actually acting upon what our cocks told us we both wanted to do. I was mesmerised by the size and proximity of his erect man-meat, which must have measured nearly twelve inches. I had never seen such a magnificent fuck-stick in the flesh before and I guess the average guy would have been scared stiff that the thought of taking such a monument up his own arse. But the concept of fear did not enter into my thinking at that moment: action was what I wanted and hoped I would get as I waited for also to make the first move. And anyway, my own erect contribution to this little drama was some nine inches long and, frankly, was not to be sneezed at. I was not ashamed that what I could offer was not as massive as his superb, enhanced phallus and his whistle of appreciation had shown that he was fully appreciative of the potential pleasure that I could give him.
“Well Scotty, you sure do look as though you will live up to your reputation now that I am looking at you in the flesh and let me tell you that you are truly well worth looking at. Shall I first explain to you the reason for asking you to come here today or would you first prefer us to get to know one another a little better and then talk later? It’s up to you: I’m easy.”
What would you have said to such a proposition? Our cocks told the entire story; we were both ready and eager for action; our cocks were both dripping drops off pre-cum; so why delay? I do believe in the old maxim “Strike whilst the iron is hot”. So my immediate thought was let’s fuck now as we might no longer feel like it after talking. So as the experienced and competent copulator that I am, I decided to take the bull by the bull by the horns, and without saying a word, dropped to my knees in front of him and took his magnificently attractive cock-head onion my mouth. If he was surprised he did not show it and he made no resistance to my action.
“I guess actions speak louder than words,” he said, as I massaged his cock with my tongue and enjoyed the salty taste of his pre-cum in my mouth. Then he withdrew himself and pulled me to my feet, led me onto the terrace where I saw what was obviously a custom made padded table designed for rear entry sex. Aldo was obviously serious about his sex, for the table was angled and cut away so that the genitals of the supplicant of the moment were not pressed uncomfortably against a hard surface whilst he was being fucked. It was clear that Aldo was to have the first fuck as he motioned me to make myself comfortable across the table whilst he rolled a condom. Then he massaged some lubricant cream into my hole before before pushing the tip of his cock against my sphincter.
The fatidic moment had arrived and a thrill shivered itself through my body as Aldo thrust his twelve inches into me. There was no hesitation; he entered me with one long, firm move and bottomed his balls against my arse. He then started very gently to fuck me; at first with short strokes but then with ever increasing power and length until, caught up by the passion of the act, he was pounding my hole with great force. Finally after a few minutes he withdrew his cock entirely and with great force thrust his full length back inside me and achieved his explosive orgasm. Deep as he was inside me, I felt the pulse as he jerked his juice into the condom. At the same time, I reached my own orgasm and sprayed my thick, creamy cum onto the floor. It was the best fuck I had ever had; and believe me, there have been plenty!
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Reminiscences of a young NBA.- Part 6
ReplyDeleteWe both lay there on the table; Aldo, dripping with the sweat of a job well done with his cock still inside of me. For me it had been an incredible experience to be fucked by a professional NBB who had deigned to share his fuck stick with me, a guy whom he did not know. But Aldo was true to his word. He handed me a condom and a few minutes later, positions were reversed and I was able to show him that I too could give him a hell of a good fuck. I really did give his arse my whole as I pounded him as hard as I could; what I lacked in length compared with him, I made up for in technique. Once started and with everything well lubricated, so that my cock slid smoothly in and out of him, I fucked him using the total withdrawal technique on every stroke; and each time I raised my cock still higher before repenetrating him. Finally, when I knew that the next stroke would bring me to orgasm, I withdrew several inches, before making my final thrust and bottoming my balls against his arse as I exploded inside him into a tremendous orgasm. I was delighted that I too managed to bring him to his own climax as he shot his cream all over the floor.
By this time we were both dripping with sweat (why does fucking always seem to be such hard work?). Aldo got from the table and motioned to me to follow him; we went into a huge bathroom with a three or four man shower, we washed the traces of our first union off each other. Unbeknown to me until then, was that Also had a manservant/cook, on the form of a lusciously sexy looking young guy, who appeared from the depths of what I later saw was a huge apartment with some food and drink for us. He did not bat an eyelid when he saw that his boss and visitor were both stark naked. But as I later learned, nudity often went hand-in-hand with the home life-style of an NBB. So we sat there, facing one another across a small table, our cocks, now quiescent after their earlier efforts, hanging there off the edge of our chairs. I waited for Also to begin.
“Well, after that, how shall I put it, exhilarating piece of sexual gymnastics, let me tell you why I asked you to come here. From my card you will see that I am a profession naked bodybuilder, which as you have just experienced involves a good deal more than just muscle building.”
“I don’t want to cut you short, but I am well aware of what you guys do, as I follow the IFNB events fairly closely. So I know more or less that you guys all dedicate yourselves to achieving the perfect male figure with huge penises and the ability to control your poses with unassisted cum shots on stage.
“Well Scotty, what you probably do not realise is that to achieve what looks effortless to you on stage, requires a degree of dedication to the sport that occupies us guys full time: the quest for perfection becomes our sole purpose in in life. To develop our bodies and our sexual capabilities to the level which you see on stage requires us to be totally relentless in our work; we can never rest, not even for a day. Now you perhaps also do not know that we cannot do this alone and that we require all sorts of assistants to train our muscles and our cocks; we all use a specialised cock trainer, for what you see sitting in front of you right now, does not just happen by itself; it is the result of constant and unrelenting hard work and dedication to the idea developing the perfect male figure.
But before we go on stage, need the help of what we call our NBAs: Naked Bodybuilder’s Assistants. These are also dedicated guys who have trained themselves with big fuck sticks as we can only perform correctly if we are fully prepared before going on stage. But then when we come off stage, we need the services of an NBA yet again to help us relieve the tension we have built upon stage. So we fuck a lot as a means to an end, but rarely for pleasure. So now I come to why I have asked you down here.
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Reminiscences of a young NBA- Part 7
ReplyDeleteI intend to appoint an NBA who would dedicate himself to my needs alone; and let me tell you that they can be quite considerable when I am in training for a competition, for I need to fuck butt at least six times a day to keep myself ready for the stage.
My own dedicated NBA would be different. He would have his own spacious living quarters here in the flat, which is enormous by the way, and I would always have a reliable partner on hand to satisfy my sexual need, which is pretty often by the way in the build-up to a competition. He would come with me each day to the gym where I train and would supply the main sexual support which the programme demands. However, at the gym, he would share this task with a number of other NBAs who offer their services on a contract basis to several different NBBs. We all need this availability of multiple NBAs when in serious training, as frequently an NBB needs to pass from one NBA to the next without a pause to satisfy the demands of his cock. Make no mistake, being a top-flight NBB requires constant muscle training but also constant and serious cock training of which the NBAs supply a good deal of the need along with the specialised cock-trainers themselves.
So here’s why I got you down here today. Your reputation as the hottest young gay in southern California preceded you and I wondered if you might be interested in coming to work for me full-time as my personal NBA. I can tell you that from the brief experience I have had with you, you are more than fully qualified for the job in question. You accommodated my cock today in a way no other NBA ever has. And, equally important when you fucked me back, you showed me your worth as a truly professional cocks-man, for in serious training I need a totally polyvalent guy available, one who can fuck and be fucked and deliver the goods and you truly do fit the bill.
Keeping his cock in prefect readiness for onstage posing and cum shooting, is something all NBBs need to do and that only happens with regular sexual exercise. And the thing I really like about you is the fact that you have good sphincter control and know how to grip your partner’s meat, which makes for a great and highly productive fuck. In fact, Scotty, you are also a master fucker yourself, with a marvellously attractive kit, which is as great to look at as to share in action. So what do you say? Is it something you might consider: becoming my personal NBA? I know that you are a very active gay and probably have a great private sex life, but if you joined me, you would really shift into top gear as far sexual activity is concerned; sex would become the focus of your existence. And as our arrangement would be purely professional, you would be free pursue your private sex life as you wished. As far as I am concerned, you are the ideal man for the job I have in mind. So, what do you say? In my book it’s a step up from managing a gay bar in LA.
I had had no idea that I was going to be propositioned for a job: and a serious job at that, in what I suppose is one branch of the gay sex industry and by a guy who was really serious about his work and who clearly had ambition to become Mr. Alpha Male one day. And seeing the way he lived he clearly had the financial backing to plough his chosen furrow. Couple this with the fact that I also found Aldo enormously attractive sexually; beautiful muscles and a cock to die for, and moreover which he knew how to use and which would be the main focus of my work with him. And although it might just be a professional relationship, I really had enjoyed the dedicated way he had fucked me; he may have seen what he did as training for his cock; but let me tell you, it was a really great fuck I had just had. And it had been a great pleasure for me to fuck him back in return. Yes, all in all, Aldo was a lusciously attractive sex partner and professional relationship might be, but I did wonder if he ever had sex for pleasure.
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Reminiscences of a young NBA- Part 8
ReplyDeleteOf course, I said yes, subject to a satisfactory salary, which was no problem as Aldo offered more than twice my present earnings as manager of the gay bar in LA. He then showed me the apartment which as was absolutely enormous. I would have what was a small independent unit with bedroom, bathroom, living room and kitchen. All the rooms were beautifully equipped and it was so very much better than the place I was renting at the moment in LA. Aldo also introduced me to the young guy who had served our meal. His name was Mark and I understood he was the general factotum and more or less ran the flat thus leaving Aldo free to pursue his career. I knew as soon as we met that Mark was gay and I took to him immediately. He was about my age but with a lighter build and was very attractively blond and beautifully sun tanned. All in all Mark was an enticingly alluring specimen of young manhood and when he left showing us both his bubble butt encased in tight trousers, I could feel my cock hardening already at the delights that would be revealed once I got his pants off. If ever a guy’s body language said come and fuck me, this was it; Mark’s arse was just crying out to be fucked and I had already made up my mind to answer that cry at the earliest possible opportunity.
Aldo’s apartment also had its own small gym, where he could work out when not in formal training at the gym he patronised in Venice. Anyway, we settled all the details of my employment very easily. Aldo said he would send me an official employment contract the next day, but that but we could settle our agreement with a handshake, by which he, of course was metaphorical Aldo speak for another round of fucking.
We were both still naked so he took me back onto the terrace and gently pushed me onto the padded table, this time however, on my back. He knew exactly the position in which he wanted me as he pulled me forward so that my arse was almost on the edge and prepared himself to give me what I suppose was his idea of a contractual fuck of welcome as his personal NBA. His massive tool was already rock hard with anticipation of the pleasure to come as he made to roll on a fresh condom. So I said to him: “Aldo, I am totally clean as I guess you are too, so if you fancy a bare-back skin-to-skin fuck that’s OK by me.”
“Well if you are sure, that will be great just so long as I am sure that my partner is HIV negative, which I guess you are.” I nodded yes to him and he immediately lifted my legs over his shoulders thrust his massive piece of man-meat, with which I was to become so very familiar in the near future, into my arse for the second time that day. It was an incredibly wonderful experience and he brought us to a climax together as we both shot great gobbets of cum everywhere. But he was still not yet done with me as he withdrew, grabbed my arms and pulled me back into the sitting position. He then told me to put my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist and then, standing there, carrying my entire weight, with me clinging to him in a way a baby monkey clings to its mother, he proceeded to give my arse another definitive deep fuck. It was a real virtuoso piece of anal copulation on his part, which culminated, once again, in simultaneous orgasms for both of us. One thing was sure and certain: my new boss knew how to fuck and as my main task was to tend to Aldo’s sexual needs, I began to suspect they might well be insatiable.
“Well I guess after that we need another shower; so how about it Scotty?” And so back into that huge shower we went. It was a wonderful experience for me to soap up together with my new employer and to be able to run my hands over his superb muscles. Then suddenly I just knew what I wanted to do to cement our relationship, which by any standards had got off to a wonderful start.
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Reminiscences of a young NBA- Part 9
ReplyDeleteAldo clearly was enjoying the way I was running my soapy hands over his back and I could see that his cock, which had softened as we showered, was again stiffening to show him what it wanted. A guy’s uncontrollable meat, for that is exactly what the male penis is, always responds to a guys inbuilt desires; it is lucky that most of us males, even those like me, who have an insatiable appetite for sex, have enough self control not always to respond to its demands; otherwise there would be wholesale acts of sex in all sorts of public places. But Aldo and I were not in a public place, but together in his shower, and I saw no reason not to act on my own desires, to cement our agreement.
I allowed my hands to descend lower and lower on Aldo’s back and eventually to move to his crotch, where I cupped his balls in my hand for the first time. I knew that he was well equipped as I had felt him bottom his balls against my arse as he had fucked me, but it was a real pleasure just to hold his crown jewels in my hand. Aldo did not object as I moved from his balls to his cock, which I gently massaged until it had again become fully erect and was oozing pre-cum. I then pushed my body against his back with my arms tightly around his waist, so that my own meat was ready to penetrate him and said: “I think, Aldo, that any contract needs two signatures to make it legal don’t you? You have already signed your offer and I now propose to sign my acceptance.”
And then, without stopping or waiting for a reply, I thrust my hard, soapy cock straight into Aldo’s anus. He let out a groan of pleasure as I stretched his sphincter and then proceeded to give him as vigorous a standing fuck as he had just given me. Once again we both experienced huge, simultaneous ejaculations of creamy spunk to the accompaniment of that wonderful but fleeting feeling which is the male orgasm. Why, I thought, as those few seconds of extreme pleasure passed, is it so brief: so much effort for such a small thing, but such a delicious ending, that the old saying “fucking is a toy, which never fails to please” is as true today as when it was first propounded.
I clung to Aldo for a few minutes whilst we gathered our breath after the pounding I had just given him. As I finally withdrew, he turned to me and said: “I knew from the first the moment saw you in the bar in LA, that you were the one for me and today has served to confirm my belief. You are without doubt the most vigorous and competent young cocks-man that I have ever met. And you also have a magnificent arse yourself and are able without any difficulty to take my full length, which is exactly what I require in an NBA. I count myself lucky to have found you. I can tell you Scotty, that you are every NBB’s dream NBA. You and I, Scotty, are going to be a winning combination and it is you who will help me to get to the summit of my sport and be acknowledged as a Mr. Alpha.
I was extremely flattered by all this fulsome praise when all I had actually done was to allow him to fuck me a couple of times and then to fuck him back, which although I had enjoyed it all enormously was no big deal in my eyes. After all, fucking and being fucked was part of my gay life style. So who was I to argue? If I was what he was looking for, then this was a job I would really enjoy. So for the next few years, a job with a good salary and a nice place to live, a life involving, but not solely dedicated to, the daily conjugation of the verb to copulate in its active and passive voices would suit me just fine. I did wonder whether Aldo actually enjoyed having sex with me or with anyone else for that matter, or whether he saw it just as a necessary means to an end. So with that I went back to LA. But young mark Mark and his inviting arse were still on my mind and I knew that as soon as I was settled in my new job, they would command my immediate attention.
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Reminiscences of a young NBA- Part 10
ReplyDeleteMy move from LA to Aldo’s apartment in Venice was uneventful. I had given the owner of the bar two weeks notice and settled up on my apartment in LA. As I had rented the place furnished, I did not have the worry of deciding what to do with my own furniture. But as I am a fashion conscious guy, I had plenty of clothes to pack. Aldo kindly made everything easy for me by sending Mark with his car to drive me and my stuff to my new home. Santa Monica which is where Venice Beach is located was only about 20 miles from where I had lived in LA and we were soon there. But being driven by Mark allowed us to get to know one another better.
On first sight I had been highly attracted to him as the guy just exuded sex and then there was that marvellous butt of his which had attracted my attention as Aldo introduced us to each other and which I was already burning to get to know better as soon as possible. Aldo had said that our deal was purely professional and that I would be free to lead my life normally. I knew as soon as I had dumped my cases in the trunk and was seated beside him that I wanted to fuck the guy: he was just so damned attractive. And now that I saw him sitting there, I got a really good look at his crotch, which from the size of its bulge held great promise. I was delighted that he and I would both live under the same roof, if not actually in the same sub-apartment. Anyway, I learned from Mark that he had been a stripper in a gay night-club until about a year ago, when he had joined he had been recruited by Aldo as his general factotum: a modern day Figaro in fact.
But one revealing thing he said was that their relationship was on a purely professional level; he kept house for Aldo but did not tend to his other needs. And having seen Aldo and me naked together, he already had no illusion on what my role in the household would be. So as you might well imagine, I was delighted by what I had heard, which meant that Aldo and I would not be competing for Mark in the ever present sex stakes when three gay men, for Aldo and Mark were both certainly gay live under the same roof. But I did wonder already, given Mark’s attractive and agreeable nature, not mention his overt sexuality which just oozed from him, what he did in his spare time with that attractively fuckable butt of his and how he kept his overtly attractive kit amused. I was already curious to know what he did and, more importantly if he did it, with whom and when.
But first things first; I had to get into the swing of being Aldo’s NBA. He was my boss and had hired me for unfettered access to my arse as his cock needed regular work-outs to ensure that he maintained his prowess on stage. But as I had also seen, he was not at all averse to having his own arse reamed out, as our first encounter on the terrace had revealed. And he had not objected at all to my action in the shower, which he had positively enjoyed. So perhaps he did get some joy from the sex act, as distinct from it being a necessity of life, a procedure which he went through to ensure that he retained his sexual capabilities on stage.
Also was out at the gym – his sort of second home – when we arrived at his apartment so I had time to unpack my stuff and install myself in my new quarters. He arrived back late in the afternoon and greted me like along lost friend although this was only the second time that we had met. But in view of the intimate relationship we had had on that first occasion, I could see why he was please to see me.
Mark brought us some drinks and we sat on the terrace. “Let’s run through what I see as your daily NBA programme with me.” he began.
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Reminiscences of a young NBA- Part 11
ReplyDelete“Each day I train at the IFNB affiliated gym in Santa Monica. This is a private gym which accepts only naked body builders, mainly both professionals like me but amateurs are also welcome. The IFNB encourages amateurs whom it hopes will one day become professionals to ensure the longevity of the sport as a whole. Our working life as professionals is relatively short and in our own way we are a bit like male ballet dancers who retire at an early age as they can no longer manage the intricate steps of their youth. So we professionals have got to have made our mark by the time we reach thirty or so, as after that we start to look like old sheep rather than spring lamb. What the fans want to see are beautifully muscled young men but with big, well balanced cocks who can perform on stage, coordinating their poses with their cum shooting and make it look easy. Now that is easily said, but believe me Scotty when you see the amount of work we put in each day, as you will when you come to the gym with me starting tomorrow, you will realise that it takes years of hard, continuous physical exercise and cock training to achieve that goal, which is why so many would-be NBBs fall by the wayside: they simply cannot stand the pace.”
“Now that is where you come in. You will spend your entire working day with me, both in the gym and when I train here at home and be ready at all times whenever I demand it, to give my cock the support it regularly need to maintain the cum shooting ability attached to muscular posing. It is our ability to coordinate our cum-shooting with our muscle posing routines on stage which is the lifeblood of the sport. So Scotty, starting tomorrow, your arsehole is my property from seven in the morning until six in the evening and you have to be ready at all times to accommodate me whenever I feel the need. And by accommodate, I mean allow me to fuck you whenever my cock needs to be exercised, which is the principle role of all NBAs. In fact, as you will see in the gym, there are a number of other NBAs who serve several NBBs, including me, but your role will be unique as you will dedicate yourself to me and me alone. Of course, in quieter moments, of you and any of the other NBAs feel in need of relaxation together, hen that is generally accepted, provided that it does not interfere with the general rhythm of the gym.”
“Now Scotty, I feel that I need to exercise my right of access to your anus as my new NBA, so if you would like to strip off we can move to the comfort of the copulation table on the terrace where I shall give myself the pleasure of of stretching your anal sphincter for the first time as my NBA.”
I have to say that I was somewhat astounded by the flowery language which Aldo had just spouted as I stripped off and walked with him on to the terrace where he had first fucked me a few days ago. He stripped off what light clothes he was wearing and I saw that his dick was already hard and raring to go “In the doggy position to begin with, I think,” he said. And then he lubricated my arse and anus with the same Anolube cream he had used previously, rolled on a condom and away we went. Aldo had an absolutely massive penis and as he slid its full length into me, its sizeable girth just seemed to fill not only my rectum but my entire body. I felt that this man temporarily possessed me by the very sex act he was performing. I was being fucked with the biggest cock I had ever experienced and for me it was a wonderful experience as he was a great cocks-man who knew exactly what he the was doing as he brought all his force to the sex act, raising it from a simple banality to a fine art. As he increased his pounding in amplitude and force, I had the impression that his cock grew in both length and girth with each stroke, which I guess was the object of the exercise: to keep the tools of his trade up to par. as before it was, for me, an exhilarating few minutes leading to a gigantic orgasmic climax.
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Reminiscences of a young NBA- Part 12
ReplyDeleteI had no idea whether Aldo wanted me to give him a return bout or not, but evidently he did not, as we moved off to the showers. But once in the shower, although we soaped each other down, which brought my own cock hard to attention, Aldo clearly did not want me to give his own arse a return service as I had done on my first visit, which, frankly, was a disappointment for me, as I really felt in the mood to fuck having just had my own arse pounded. But what I had just experienced was to become the daily routine, as Aldo needed me to minister to the needs of cock on his return from the day’s session at the IFNB MC (short for Muscle-Cock) Gym in Santa Monica. I suddenly realised that I just had to accept that this was not a normal gay relationship, where we were two equal partners. I had been hired to serve a professional naked body builder’s cock and the he was under no obligation to satisfy my own sexual needs. This was a job I found myself in and not a normal coupling for pleasure between two gay guys. I was Aldo’s personal NBA and as such it was my duty to allow him to use my arse to satisfy the needs of his cock as and when he saw fit. But I get ahead of myself here with this philosophising, for I need to tell you about our daily weekday routine when Aldo was in serious training.
Daily life for an NBB began early. The three of us, Aldo, Mark and I rose at six every morning. After a shower, Mark served Aldo and me with our breakfast, which we usually ate sitting there facing each other across the table, totally naked, after which we each answered the morning call of nature and emptied our bowels. Aldo visited on a strict morning timetable as it was important that we started the day totally clean.
Then around seven thirty my services as NBA started in earnest as Aldo gave his cock its first exercise of the day. My part of course, was to offer him my arse in whatever position he chose to commence his daily routine. He always used a condom and always lubricated me well before penetration, but once inside of me he pounded my arse as if there was to be no tomorrow. That first morning, I realised that for Aldo, this was not sex for pleasure, but sex needed by him to maintain his superb endowment in tip-top shape and stage ready at all times. The fact that he always brought me to a climax and gave me a super orgasm to start my day was of no import to him. What really mattered to Aldo was the ability to service his cock in the interests of the sport and assuring that he, Aldo Caballo continued to improve his ratings. He had but one goal: to be named Mr. Alpha at some time in the future. We always then returned to the showers before we dressed and then Mark drove us to the MC Gym in Santa Monica.
We both wore a minimum of clothing, usually a thong to hold our kit in place, a pair of cotton pants and a shirt with open slip-on sandals as footwear. On our way to the gym that firs morning Aldo explained to me how things worked on a daily basis. All the NBBs trained totally naked and the NBAs of which there were usually quite a number available at any one time, stood ready to serve the cock need of the NBBs. The NBBs could also remain naked or, if they wished wear a special NBA jock strap. It had to be a jock strap and not a thong, as access their anuses had at all times to be maintained. Aldo explained to me that NBBs often had an urgent need in the middle of their muscle training routines, to tend to the needs of their cocks and so several NBAs were on duty at all times, But, he underlined, my arse was uniquely reserved for his his use and was out of bounds to all others, Let me tell you, that this was a relief after I had witnessed the callous way in which some of my co-workers were treated. Some of the other NBAs, my co-workers were brutally handled, in my view bordering on assault, by some NBBs. All in all it was a brutal business.
Reminiscences of a young NBA- Part 15
ReplyDeleteThen it was back the the showers yet again; I don’t think I have ever had so many showers in any one day, washing of the traces of my labours – or better said; his labours. But this time it was different; Although we were together in the shower soaping each other off as before, I just sensed that Aldo did not want me to service him as I had done that first day. In fact, I would really have liked to have had a standing fuck with him there; as all I had done that whole day was to have my own arse hammered by Aldo, my own cock was already fully hard and indicating that it would like some action. But that evening it was clearly not to be. Aldo had said not a word, but I just knew that he did not want to have sex with me right then. So we dressed ourselves and went back onto the terrace where the every faithful Mark served us with dinner. Aldo and I had never discussed eating arrangements as part of the deal, but breakfast and dinner with Aldo became an integral part of my working day with him. In fact, as far as I could see, these two meals together were the only communal acts which he participated in over and above daily training sessions.
I wondered what would happen after we had finished eating. We talked together about this and that for about half an hour and then about eight, he said he was shot for the day and went off to bed. And that became the pattern of our daily life: a vigorous early morning fuck of my arse by Aldo, followed by a shower before we were driven by Mark to the gym for yet another exhaustive day’s training – for him at least – whilst I stood around, like an old-time footman, holding my arse rather than a silver salver in waiting to receive his poundings whenever he felt the need to exercise his cock. Then, each evening, we were driven back home and he gave my hole its final fuck of the day, to be followed by the inevitable shower and dinner and then, for him at least, an early bed. I guess that Aldo slept from about nine at night until six in the morning and then the daily routine began again. Mind you, I’m not surprised the guy needed his rest, for his days were gruelling – and, dare I say it – boring.
I again asked myself if this guy every fucked for pleasure as most of us do, whether gay or straight. But I came to the conclusion that his sole objective in life consisted purely in developing his body and his already massive sex organ to what was judged by the followers of the sport of Naked Bodybuilding to be the acme of perfection: to be crowned Mr Alpha Male was his only objective and that was his life. But after he had achieved that goal, which I felt sure that given his total dedication to the cause, he would do, what next I asked myself.
So much for my philosophising on the life and times of a dedicated naked- bodybuilder; but my life and desires were not the same. I had a job which now seemed to be very clearly defined: to hold my anus in readiness to serve my boss when he was working; but beyond that as he had indicated at the start, I was free to pursue my own private life. So although I would have liked to developed a more intimate sexual relationship with Aldo, for I really quite liked the guy, I quickly saw that this was pie in the sky, as he had no interest in me beyond my services as a living, human receptacle tool to meet the daily needs of his cock. Our coupling, if you could call it that, did not amount to a hill of beans and at he end of the day it had very little to do with sex, beyond the fact that it was a sexual act which he performed on me, but not one done for pleasure but out of need to maintain the power and control of his cock. Other than the fact that it was into my body that he thrust his man-meat, there was not the slightest sign of a mutual sexual relationship between us. I was purely an in-house means to an end.
To be concluded
Reminiscences of a young NBA- Part 16
ReplyDeleteI sat by myself for a while thinking back to what Aldo and I had done together the first time we met. We had really had a great first sexual experience together – or at least so I thought – but after today it seemed as thought that mutually satisfying approach was over. And realistically why should it not be? After all I had signed up as Aldo’s personal NBA, and I knew exactly what that involved and what my role was. What my job involved had nothing at all to do with developing a mutually satisfying gay sexual relationship with Aldo, but simply being on hand to serve his regular need for anal intercourse with his own cock. My own sexual feelings didn’t come into the equation at all. I was there purely and simply to serve Aldo’s physical needs and that was it. And to be fair to him, to him, he had said that I would be free to lead my own life as I wished; so he had clearly never seen me other than as an employee, albeit one with an exceptionally intimate position.
Having clarified my own thinking about the situation with Aldo, which I have to say I honestly regretted as I had hoped that we would have developed a great sex life together outside of working in the gym, I have to say I felt a lot better. I had a stable, well paid job, great place to live with meals provided; but I was new in town and knew no one and I knew that for my own good I needed to get myself into and active gay environment where I could exercise my own sexual desires I had done for several years in LA. I simply could not envisage a life without regular sex; I needed to fuck and to be fucked back in turn; it was as straightforward as that; so I had better start thinking how I was going to re-arrange my life in Venice.
My private thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of Aldo’s general factotum, Mark, who had come to clear away the dinner things. Hitherto we had only exchanged a few words and I knew nothing about him other than that he had previously been a male stripper; but as I already mentioned, I had found this young guy extremely attractive at first sight and I was sure that he was as gay as I was myself. And, of course, there had been that alluring glimpse of his superbly attractive arse, and arse which was just crying out for further, more detailed, physical investigation and some TLC!
Mark cleared the things of the table and took them into the kitchen. I was just about to follow him in there, when he re-merged and sat down at the table with me. “Now that the boss-man has gone to bed, you look as though you will be at a loose end until morning,” he began, “ So I just wondered if you might fancy going down to one of the bars at the beach with me for a drink now that we are both free until tomorrow morning at six? You will have to get used to evenings on your own as Aldo always goes to bed very early; in fact, most days, straight after supper; so you and I are stuck in his huge place with nothing to do until morning other than twiddle our thumbs; so how about it? Shall we go to go down to the beach together to see what action there is tonight? It’s up to us to amuse ourselves.”
I could hardly believe my good luck that Mark had invited me, someone he barely knew, to go out with him on the very first occasion which had presented itself. So I, of course, said that I would be delighted and we both went to our rooms to change into some suitable clothes. I assumed – correctly as it turned out – that we would be going to some switched on gay bar, so I change into one of my more revealing outfits: backless thong and tight pants to emphasise both the contours of my own arse and my generous front endowment and a fitted shirt, open well down towards the waist to show off my six pack of which was also quite proud. I saw no reason at all not to advertise the direction where my sexual inclinations lay. As I waited for Mark to reappear, I wondered what he would be wearing.
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Reminiscences of a young NBA- Part 17
ReplyDeleteWell Mark soon re-appeared, dressed to kill and just one look at him sent a tingle of excitement surging through my body and my cock started to register its immediate appreciation of what I was looking at. He was wearing much the same outfit as me: tight pants glued to that deliciously fuckable bubble butt of his, but cut also to show that he too was not lacking the tools of the trade. In a word he looked absolutely stunning, as he was a very handsome young man; a little younger than me, I guessed (wrongly as it turned out) and he was obviously dressed for action. I tell you, given half a chance I could have ripped off his clothes and fucked him there and then. So far, neither of us had mentioned the word sex, although he knew full well what my role with Aldo was and had seen me several times totally naked so he was well aware that he was together with a very well-equipped stud. Mark’s sexual orientation was now in no doubt: this superb young man was as gay as that much maligned bird, the coot. The only question in my mind was how did we cut to the chase and get down to some serious fucking.
It is a curious fact that even though I had had sex over he years with many different guys, often on a one night stand basis, and had rendered my anal stimulation services to countless business men, there had never been any difficulty in getting down to brass tacks with a guy whom I did not know from Adam, but with whom I wanted to have sex. But with someone whom I sort of knew, as I now did Mark, I found it difficult to come to the point. And I sensed that he too felt the same. Nothing was more certain in my mind than the fact that I desperately wanted to fuck this young guy, and I suspected he felt the same about me, but neither of us made the first move. Was it because of the fact that if, by chance, our first encounter went wrong we would both be embarrassed by the fact that we had still to live in close proximity to one another? But as I did not know that answer to that question, off to the beach we went.
Adam clearly knew his way around down there, and we went into what was an upmarket gay bar with soft music playing and a few guys, more or less glued to each other, dancing on a small floor. Adam clearly was a regular, for he gave a few high fives to a number of guys whom he saw. Anyway, we installed ourselves at the bar, where the bartender greeted him by name and asked, “Who’s your new friend Adam; a new boy to the beach?” So we ordered some drinks and stood there taking in the scene, one with which I was intimately familiar having run just such a place myself in LA. Normally guys paired off as the evening progressed and drifted off together to do what gay guys tend to do of an evening. I wondered what was going to happen next when Adam suddenly decided to take the initiative and said: “Was it difficult for you to leave your life in LA and come down here and dedicate yourself to Aldo? Did you leave a lot of friends behind? How did you feel about taking a new job, and a real demanding one at that, in a place where you knew nobody?”
Clearly what Adam really wanted to know was whether I had any close attachment to another guy, which, in fact, I did not. Up to now, I had led a very foot-loose and and fancy-free sex-life: easy come, easy go, I suppose you could call it, but I had, as yet, never met anyone with whom I felt I wanted to make some sort of long-term commitment. In fact, being honest, I had until now, enjoyed my life as it was and had seen no reason to change it. These facts I communicated to Adam who said: “Me too Scotty, I’ve fucked around all my adult life, but never found another guy I wanted to shack up with.
Well the ice had now been broken and the immediate future looked quite clear to me. So I said: “Mark, shall we now stop pussy-footing around each other and back home? I think we now both know what we want.”
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Reminiscences of a young NBA- Part 18
ReplyDeleteWhen we got back to Aldo’s apartment, Mark suggested that we go straight to his place. Once there, I took the next initiative and without further ado, went up to him and started to unbutton his shirt and undo the buckle of his belt. “Come on, Mark, let me have a look at you; I want to see you naked; so get to it young man. You’ve seen me, so now let me see you.” Mark needed no urging as he was clearly as keen as I was to have sex and he quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes whilst I did he same. He had seen me naked several times but this was the first time that I got a look at this luscious young man for whom I had been lusting since I first saw him and whom I could barely wait to fuck.
I was not disappointed, for Mark had a perfect physique, slightly lighter than mine, but with perfect muscles and between his legs, that all important gay weapon, a big, beautifully circumcised cock with a magnificent head, set off from the shaft by good well-defined rim. In a word Mark was a delight to look at and was a very fuckable proposition. But surprises come when least expected and never cease to amaze. As I spun him round to take a good look at that very desirably fuckable arse of his liberated from the confines of his pants, I got a huge shock. Mark’s backside was covered with the traces of what must have been a severe beating. It was not so recent, but the marks of a cane were clearly visible and his two buns were criss-crossed with traces of welts, which must at the time have been very painful.
He saw my face and said: “OK Scotty, I’ll come clean to you. There is something which I have to tell you and I do hope that you will understand, but you have to realise that there is nothing that I can do about it. Look Scotty, I love gay sex, but I also love to get my arse whacked with a cane; you know as if I were a naughty schoolboy. And for me, the experience I like the best is for the guy who is about to have sex with me, to whack my arse before he penetrates me. I know that it all sounds a bit kinky, but that is the way I am; that’s me: Mark Simmonds.” So now for the first time I knew Mark’s full name.
“Anyway Scotty, please don’t judge me. Please try to understand as I would really like us to be more than just workmates working for Aldo. Look, just think of what you are doing for him yourself. Gay sex in itself is not exactly a normal act, but we gays indulge ourselves in it anyway as we get pleasure from it. But what you are doing with Aldo is not even gay sex. In fact, I am not at all sure that it can be considered sex at all, for all you are doing is allowing him to use your body to serve the needs of his cock. Does he get any pleasure from shafting you with that massive tool of his six times a day? Frankly, I doubt it. His only interest is to make sure that his man-meat does its stuff when he is on stage.”
“So please, please Scotty, do please try to understand me. I know it seems bizarre to you, but that is the way I am. And believe me when I tell you that I am not alone in this world, for there are plenty others like me who enjoy having their arses beaten. And just look at the two of us; we are both homosexual and are devoted to an act which others find strange. Really there is no difference.”
I had listened in complete silence to Mark’s plea and I knew already that there was no way that I was going to ditch this beautifully sexy young man with whom I envisaged a potentially marvellous sexual relationship, just because of – how shall I put it – a foible. I knew that I wanted to fuck him now just as much as I had before his outpouring and so if the way to a happy union was for me to beat his arse before having sex with him, then so be it; I would do it.
To be continued
Reminiscences of a young NBA- Part 20
ReplyDeleteMark handed me the cane and explained that rattan was not the same as bamboo but was the flexible stem of a tropical vine growing mainly in South East Asia, of which the Malaccan variety, named after the Indonesian Straits of the same name, was reckoned to be the best. Rattan had long been considered by those devotees of corporal punishment, the English Public Schools (in fact, not public at all, but private fee-paying schools to which the upper classes sent their male offspring to be brought up as young gentlemen, to which end a seriously sore arse was considered an indispensable component of the educative process) as the nec plus ultra of implement of choice for flagellation.
Mark explained that the so called rattan cane was infinitely superior to a similar object made of conventional bamboo, which was lighter due to its hollowness and much more rigid. The rattan cane could be made relatively thin but still maintain its rigidity allowing the user to direct his strokes very accurately onto his target. At the same time, however, the rattan cane remained totally flexible thus ensuring that on mating with its target, it adapted itself totally to the anatomy of the poor sod being beaten. Flexibility was apparently very important as Mark went on to demonstrate to me by taking back the cane and bending it into a more or less complete circle.
He was clearly just warming to his subject, which he had obviously studied in depth; but I interrupted him and said: “Yes, Yes, Mark; I get the general idea. So how do I go about using this thing on your arse to satisfy your pet perversion? After all that is what you want me to do, isn’t it?”
What I personally really wanted desperately was to get the bloody beating over and done with so that we could get down to the serious work of the evening: anal sex. I could feel my cock just longing for a long, hard and vigorous fuck and I could barely wait for the moment when I could sink my meat deep into that beautifully inviting arse of his.
Mark moved a chair into the middle of the floor and bent across the back putting his forearms flat on the seat, thereby presenting me with a most inviting view of his magnificent buns. It was what one might describe as a dual purpose position: I could beat him and then go straight on to give him a rear entry standing fuck. I can tell you I had to restrain myself from shafting him there and then, but I stuck to our agreement. Mark, ever practical and clearly wanting sex just as much as I did, suggested that I should lube him up so that he would be ready to receive me straight after the beating. So he had de facto, with no discussion at all, accepted that in our first act of sexual intercourse together, I would be the prime mover and would fuck him straight after the beating.
Mark then suggested that I lube him up right away, so that he would be ready to receive me after I had done with the cane. So I took the tube of anal lubricating cream he had to hand and gave his arse a thorough lubrication; I even I took the opportunity to force some of the cream past his anal sphincter with my finger to make sure that he would be ready to receive me when that much anticipated moment finally arrived. Then acting on the motto, he who hesitates is lost, I rolled a condom onto my own cock and gave myself a liberal dose of lubricant as I desperately wanted our first act together to be perfect: a pleasure for both of us, a prelude to the first of many such occasions.
Then I took the cane in my hand again and stood looking at that beautifully rounded mound of flesh which I had been persuaded to attack; yes that was the right word, for I thought of what I was about to do as an attack. I had never ever in my life even contemplated beating anyone else, but now that the fatidic moment had arrived I discovered that I was experiencing a feeling of elation. My God! Could it be that I was actually going to enjoy what I was about to do?
To be continued
Reminiscences of a young NBA- Part 21
ReplyDeleteI was now in such a high state of arousal that I could not wait a moment longer to achieve my ultimate goal; to fuck Mark’s arse hard and long. “Stay exactly as you are, Mark, but just spread your legs a bit and let the dog see the hare and I will take you to heaven and back.” And then without any further warning I thrust my throbbing penis as deep as I could into Mark’s receptive arse. I gave him the full length of my erection and my balls bottomed against his arse. It was just one of the most beautiful acts of anal penetration I had ever experienced and believe me when I say with no false modesty that I have had plenty of experience at anal sex. My cock just slid so smoothly inside of Mark; it was as if we were intended for each other and who knows, for we might well have been.
But the best laid plans of mice and men came to naught as I could no longer control myself and climaxed with an enormous ejaculation of spunk within two or three strokes of my cock. I was mortified to think that I had failed Mark on our first attempt at sexual union, for I had intended to build up my attack with every longer and more powerful strokes, aiming to take him all the way with me until that ultimate moment when we both climaxed together. But it was not to be, for the beating session with the cane leading up to this, our first union, had so aroused me that I was no longer in total control of myself. I felt ashamed of the fact that in performing that act with the cane, an act that I had at the outset found abhorrent, it had nevertheless brought me practically to my own climax, without our two bodies ever having been joined together. Anyway, what was done was done and could not be un-done. So I withdrew from Mark, removed the condom, which was now bulging with my copious emission of sperm, rolled on a fresh rubber and pulled Mark to his feet from over the back if the chair where he had taken his beating.
I don’t know if Mark realised exactly what was happening as I gently forced him onto his back on his bed and pushed a pillow under his buttocks to raise his arse. I then dropped myself on top of him and thrust my cock which was still hard as a rock into his anus. Mark let out a moan of pleasure as he felt me slide deep inside him. I waited a few moments quite still, letting him enjoy the full length of my cock before I started again, this time with great success, to give his arse a truly monumental fuck. Let me tell you that when I am on form, as I now was, having recovered from the disaster of our first mating, I was able to do Mark’s anus the justice it deserved. I pounded him relentlessly with ever-increasing power and stroke length, until when I felt that we were both going to climax together, I withdrew completely and then re-plunged my penis deep inside of him for the final time when we both exploded into orgasm.
Mark was not wearing a rubber and so he sprayed his thick, creamy spunk all over both of us; over my chest and belly and all over himself as he lay there. He seemed to produce an inexhaustible stream of sperm, emitted in a long series of ejaculative jerks. It was a moment to savour, and I felt that I had redeemed and given him exactly what he needed. For my part, I was in a state of heavenly euphoria. With my cock still deep inside him, I fell on him face to face so that we were fused together by his sperm. I hugged Mark to myself as I wallowed in the pleasure of a feeling which I had never hitherto experienced. And for the first time in my life, I looked my sex partner in the face, smiled and kissed him fully on the lips. That kiss seemed to me to be a much more intimate act than our sexual union. Mark pressed the full length of his body against mine; his hard cock sandwiched between us and returned my kiss. My heart missed a beat; had I found the partner of my dreams?
To be continued
Reminiscences of a young NBA- Part 22
ReplyDeleteMy heart jumped for joy when, after we had recovered from the efforts of what had just been a very vigorous session of anal copulation, Mark said: “You’re sure one hell of a performer Scotty; that was easily the best fuck I have ever had. Come on; let’s go and take a shower together and clean this mess off ourselves. It is such a pity that copulation is so very messy, especially between two gays like us; if we are going to make a regular thing of this, I think we both need to use a condom every time we fuck, irrespective of who does what to whom, otherwise we risk drowning ourselves in our own spunk.”
So off into the shower we went. We were both still hot and our cocks were still demanding further action, as we soaped each other off. We stood facing each other and kissed yet again. Our heads went down and we fondled each other’s erections. Then Mark dropped to his knees and there, under the running water, he sucked me off. I soon could stand it no longer, so I pulled him up from his knees, swung him round again and shafted him again there and then in the shower. It was a truly great standing fuck that I gave him.
When we had finished we went back to the bedroom and I lay down on the bed with Mark beside me. I wanted to show Mark that he was an equal party in what I hoped would turn into an on-going relationship between us, and so I lay down on the bed and waited. Mark got the message and lay down beside me, fondled my cock, which was already hardening again in anticipation of what was likely to happen. He fondled me for a while before climbing on top of me; then spreading my legs he applied a little lubricant to my anus prior to giving me a long and very gentle fuck. This, compared to my vigorous action earlier with him, was pure love making and we finally both reached orgasm again together. I don’t know if most readers of this account appreciate how difficult it is for two men to synchronise their climaxes; all too often the active party suddenly reaches orgasm before his partner is ready who often as not has to resort to the five fingered lover to complete the affair. But this was not necessary for Mark and me as we just seemed to mesh completely; for me at least this was heaven on earth.
And that is how we passed that first night together; I can only look upon what we had together that first time as being the equivalent of what I imagine a man and a woman enjoy together on their wedding night. That night, we just could not get enough of each other. Finally we both fell asleep, exhausted by the strenuous nature of what we were doing. It was the first time in my life that I had ever actually slept with another man. Sex had been an important part of my life for many years, but this time it was different. It was the beginning of a new phase in my life; the beginning of a new phase for both of us. I was deliriously happy as to what the future might hold for us.
THE END.
Well fans, there you have it. The saga is finally at an end. I hope that some of you have read my story and possibly enjoyed my fantasy.
ReplyDeleteDo feel free to comment, negatively or positively. It's a free world, and you are free to express your opinions.
But the drought continues and the blog remains moribund. Is something radically wrong? We hav ebben without water since late Febuary and I am beginning to wonder if the blogn is actually dying. Let's hope that I am wrong, for it is a unique product of its type, and there is nothing at all which holds a candle to this site.
And editors, of you are still alive and well, feel free to delete my entire ramblings if you so wish. I do not wish to steal your thunder. I merely wanted to keep the thing alive. But the dearth of comments makes me wonder if I have succeded.
Cool story Jason, but tough to read with all the commemts breaks. Do you post elsewhere too?
DeleteAnd also sad to see such a break - I hope the editors are still ok. I know it takes a lot of work to execute, and hope they will pick up again soon!
Hi Anonyme
DeleteYou can read all my stuff on malepank.net under my user name Jason Land. My last posting was just a few days ago and is called "The Scholarship Boy" I tend to write about public schools in the "good old days" of the cane and birch with some gay sex thrown in. But there are all sorts of other things too.
It's all just fantasy as is this site which seems to have died for the moment, which is why I wrote the piece you have just read to try to keep things going.
The story you have just read had to be posted in bits as this blog limits the lentgh of each entry to about 750-770 words. However, I shall post it on Malespank in the near future in a fuller version. I also have a few stories which are not on Malespank, which are just gay sex but no corporal punishment. If you email me on abcdcw@hotmail.com I'll send them to you,
Jason.
Sorry for the typo; it is of course malespank.net
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Jason,
ReplyDeleteA brave attempt to keep interest in the blog, though I wonder how many fans read your story. I liked it and I thought it was an imaginative take on the blog. But then, not many people bother to comment on things at the best of times.
Anyway, I hope I am wrong, but things are not looking too good as we have not had a refresher since late February.
Editors, whoever and wherever you are, perhaps you might like to give us a sign. Will you be going on or is the blog finished? Just let us know something. It would be a pity to let such a unique site just die without a proper send-off.
Hi Editors,
ReplyDeleteCockwatcher is right. You really ought to give your fans some idea of where we are at right now. Is this just a long pause or is it the end?