From: anonymous  
Secret Pump Room Rituals PART I - THE PREJUDGING

Hungrymouth, Charlie, and Pecs' 
 
Hungrymouth, Pecs and Charlie each had their own proclivities but they had to be 
careful. The three friends, all of them competitive bodybuilders, usually placed 
at the head of the heavyweight class in their annual state level bodybuilding 
competition. And one of them generally took the overall in that contest. 
Charlie, who was the leader of the pack, had gone on to do well at the Nationals 
as well.

Why did they have to be careful? Well, their state was a small one and all of 
the bodybuilders knew each other. Since the three friends were just about the 
biggest men in the state, all of the gym rats really admired them and everyone 
knew what they were up to. So when the big competition rolled around each year, 
all eyes were on the three of them. They felt they had an image to keep up.

So what was it exactly that they didn't want the world to know about? 
As far as Hungrymouth was concerned, here's what: he wasn't satisfied at the end 
of the contest unless he had filled his mouth with at least three big loads 
during the competition. Hungrymouth craved oversized penises and he liked them 
on the younger bodybuilders. He was on the alert for available dick all day long 
and, even though he wasn't that good looking or well-endowed himself, he usually 
got what he wanted. The teen lineup was his special hunting ground but he also 
sought out the younger bantamweight and lightweight competitors who were well-
equipped.

Charlie, who was the most sensible of the three friends and who made as good an 
effort as he could to keep Hungrymouth under control, once said "Geez, if 
Hungrymouth could somehow arrange to stay hooked-up backstage on a continuous 
feeding program, we'd never be able to get him on stage to compete." Pecs had a 
chest fetish - and what mattered most to him was his own big chest. There was no 
doubt that Pecs was absolutely the biggest muscle monster in the state and that 
his monstruous pec muscles were larger than most of the bodybuilders had ever 
seen. None of the forty to sixty competitors who showed up each year to compete 
could keep their eyes off Pecs. Charlie criticized Pecs for going overboard with 
his chemical dosages and told him that he looked bloated and distended. Pecs 
didn't care. For example, when Charlie told Pecs that he was getting a case of 
bitch tits, Pecs took the criticism as a compliment and as confirmation that his 
chemical growth cycles were staying successful in transforming him into a 
totally oversized muscle freak.

His friends knew that Pecs' 60 inch chest was his pride and joy. Charlie 
couldn't keep him away from the mirrors regardless of whether Pecs had anybody 
to show off to or not. "Pecs," Charlie would say "if you can't pull yourself 
away from the mirrors, at least please flex your lat muscles or your quads for a 
change. We've seen those pecs moving around more than we need to. Please give 
them a rest." Pecs had one other key asset. Charlie sometimes suspected that the 
judges scored Pecs better than he deserved and Charlie had his own theory as to 
why. Pecs literally had to commission custom hand-made posing trunks to 
accommodate the equipment that hung between his legs. Pecs' penis measurements 
were in the very top statistical percentile and his testicles were as big as 
baseballs. Because his balls alone totally filled the custom-built posing pouch, 
Pecs' enormous member was forced up and out into a freaky visual bulge. The huge 
head of Pecs' penis stretched so visibly through the fabric of his posing trunks 
that a judge who was interested (either knowingly or unknowingly) could look at 
Pecs standing in front of him on the stage and could fantasize a blow-job on 
Pecs' bulging and fully visible cock. And he could indulge in these oral 
fantasies without even moving from his judging chair. 
The funny thing was that, as obsessed as Pecs was about his own big chest, Pecs 
was fairly modest about his basket. When Pecs worked the floor during a contest, 
what he was looking for was total pec admiration.

Charlie told him flat-out "Pecs, it's a good thing you've got more than just 
those pecs to show off. These straight bodybuilders could care less about 
feeling up those bitch tits of yours like you are always trying to get them to 
do. And they certainly never would think about sucking them off. But flash that 
basket around, and everybody takes notice. There are usually several of the 
bodybuilders who follow you right back to our private pump room, most of the 
time not even knowing what's got them so hooked." The private pump room wasn't 
really private and that was one of the problems. The state competition was held 
every year in the same old theater downtown. The main pump-up area was in a big 
room right behind the stage. The theater had other smaller dressing rooms with 
good lighting and mirrors further in the back. Over the years, the three friends 
had adopted one of these dressing rooms as their own. The contest promoter let 
them bring their own weights. Before the prejudging started, they would set up 
shop back there. If they made some friends at the show, they'd often stay back 
there from morning until well after the evening show had ended.

But they couldn't close off the area altogether so they had to be careful. Other 
competitors sometimes would wander into their dressing room when they were 
looking for a more private area to get ready in. And the contest expeditors 
popped in from time to time when the guys needed to be called up for their 
class. So the three friends needed to stay on their toes and not get caught in 
the wrong positions.

Charlie always kept himself in line and he did his level best to keep 
Hungrymouth and Pecs in line. Chrarlie himself didn't care much for on-the-spot 
action except in the rare instances when he found a friend whom he could relate 
to in a conversational way. Additionally, Charlie had come to the conclusion 
that his two friends weren't really getting anywhere with all their backstage 
antics. No sooner did either of them indulge his needs, than he seemed just as 
hungry as before and begging for more. Charlie didn't think about it a lot, but 
sometimes he wished he could just meet one special friend and then pull away 
altogether from this contest craziness. In the meanwhlie, back to the reality of 
keeping Hungrymouth and Pecs in line.

Several years ago, Charlie had to lay down the law with Hungrymouth. Their 
private pump room had three toilet stalls. That year the teen lineup had been 
overstocked with enormous baskets. Hungrymouth lured at least four of the best-
equipped boys to the back and had coaxed each of them into the stalls where he 
stayed on his knees with cock in his mouth for hours. When the expeditors and 
other competitors wandered back into their area, it became difficult for Charlie 
and Pecs to make excuses for Hungrymouth. Not only were people asking where 
Hungrymouth was, but - even with Pecs' big gym bag placed across the front of 
the stalls - Charlie was worried that several people had noticed two sets of 
feet squeezed into one of the stalls.

One of the expeditors even started asking Charlie some questions. And he 
mentioned to Charlie that the promoter wouldn't be any too happy if he were told 
that something was off-base in the back.

So that year Charlie layed down the law. He told Hungrymouth that there could 
never be more than one person in each stall under any circumstances. Hungrymouth 
moped pretty bad for an hour or two, but finally he went into action with a 
drill and a chisel that he found in his pick-up truck. And when Charlie showed 
up in the private pump room one year later, he was stunned to see the 
adjustments that had made between all three of the stalls.

"Well" Charlie said to himself "Hungrymouth only cares about one particular 
muscle and I guess he's got himself rigged up to keep his mouth stuffed like he 
needs for it to be. Seems a little impersonal to me. But I don't guess 
Hungrymouth will be complaining. The only complaining we'll be hearing is when 
he tells the expeditors how he's been sick to his stomach and how he's needed to 
spend more time in the toilet stalls than out of them." "Where are my friends?" 
Charlie asked the contest promoter when Charlie first arrived at the theater. 
"Are they here yet?" "Oh, they were the first ones backstage" answered the 
promoter. "They're saying hello to all the veterans and they're welcoming all 
the newcomers. Geez, I really should just set them up as the formal welcome 
wagon. They're always the first ones here and the last ones to leave".

"Oh-oh" Charlie thought "they already are at work and I better keep an eye on 
them. If I don't keep them in line this year, I'll have to lay down some even 
stronger rules for next year." When Charlie got backstage, he was shocked to 
find that Pecs already had his shirt off when everybody else was still suited 
up. Needless to say, Pecs' 60 inch chest was commanding a fair amount of 
attention. Some of the guys thought "What a show-off. I wish he would put that 
shirt back on." But others started sneaking over toward Pecs for a closer look. 
Pecs was standing in front of a mirror where he was flexing and posing. Two or 
three guys oohhd and aaahd at what they were seeing. One good-looking 
middleweight competitor really was getting heated up. He was standing right next 
to the side of Pecs' chest and he was begging Pecs for more each time Pecs would 
flex for him.

"Geez" thought Charlie "I'm afraid he's going to ask that middleweight to oil 
his pecs up right here in front of everybody. Number one, everyone knows he's 
perfectly capable of oiling up his own pecs without the need for help and 
there's nothing more suspicious than his "please help me oil" routine when he 
tries to get the boys to feel up those bitch tits of his. Plus, nobody has even 
weighed-in yet. What possible excuse or reason is there for an oiling session 
this early in the day? Well, at least Pecs only has his shirt off. Thank God 
he's not embarrassing me by stripping down to his trunks and letting that huge 
basket loose to the world".

Pecs noticed Charlie's look and he decided to try to stay on good behavior for 
now. So he stepped back from the mirror and he put his shirt back on. But Pecs 
had a strong feeling that he had made a friend in the good-looking middleweight 
and he was hoping to see the kid later on. Could he be sure that the 
middleweight was really interested? Pecs thought for a moment about whether he 
needed to pull out all the stops and show off all of his assets.

A few minutes later Charlie flinched again when he realized that Pecs had gone 
over to the corner of the pump room and was pulling his sweat pants down. The 
middleweight had not followed Pecs to the corner but he was keeping a peripheral 
eye on him. When Pecs dropped his pants down to his ankles, the middleweight 
looked straight at him. Even though he was at a distance from Pecs, the 
middleweight's jaw dropped when he saw the full impact of what Pecs was 
displaying. In no time flat, the middleweight was standing right next to Pecs 
again and was cooing over how big Pecs quadricep and calf muscles were.

"I think Pecs has stumbled on a winner" Charlie mused. "That middleweight 
obviously worships each and every aspect of the male anatomy and none of what 
Pecs has to offer seems to have escaped his attention. I have to hand it to 
Pecs. He sure knows when to drop those pants to close the sale. Now that Pecs 
has pulled his pants back up, that poor kid has a nervous and troubled look. I 
hope he's not too thrown off. That middleweight looks great and I bet he will 
take his class. Well, I suppose we'll be seeing him before the day's up in our 
private pump room." Charlie thought he would go over and check up on 
Hungrymouth. "How are you, Mr. Hot Lips?" Charlie kidded. "Hey great, Charlie. 
They are about to start the teen and bantamweight weigh-ins and I think I'll 
help out. Charlie, why don't you head back to our pump room and start getting 
our weights set up back there." "Oh no" said Charlie under his breath "you're 
not going to get rid of me that easy. I better stay right here and keep an eye 
on you. Last year the promoter asked me point-blank why you were such a fixture 
during the weigh-in. I've seen you practically offering the teen competitors to 
help them take their pants off. And I don't know how you maneuver it, but as 
soon as the competitors' sweats have come off and you've spotted the least 
indication of oversized equipment, you even work up some cockeyed excuse as to 
why you need to go down on your knees for closer inspection." Last year that 
older fellow, whom the promoter relies on to manage the weigh-in, complained to 
me. "Is there any way you could keep your friend out of my way during the weigh-
in? A lot of the teens have never competed before and they are very 
impressionable. With your friend sucking up to them when they strip down, it's 
slowing my process down. They start posing around and showing off. We don't have 
the time for all that." But this time round, Hungrymouth was under control. For 
one of thing, none of the teens looked oversized so he was biding his time to 
see if there would be more meat on display among the bantamweights. "Come on" 
Charlie said to Hungrymouth and Pecs. "Let's all three go in back and check out 
our private pump room." So the three friends headed back to get their pump room 
set up. Once they had opened the room up and turned on the lights, Charlie and 
Pecs decided to go outside to get their weights out of their pick-up trucks. 
As soon as his two friends left him, Hungrymouth seized the opportunity to check 
out all three of the stalls and to make sure that his glory holes hadn't been 
covered over. Sure enough, his glory holes were still intact and ready for 
action. Hungrymouth sat on one of the toilets for a moment and started to get 
hard just thinking about the prospect of some blow-jobs later in the day. He 
himself was not very well-endowed but that didn't seem to stop him from getting 
his way. Between his huge muscles and his excellent oral techniques, Hungrymouth 
actually possessed exactly what was required to lure the meat into his mouth and 
then to keep it there. Hungrymouth started to picture an enormous imaginary cock 
being slipped to him through the glory hole next to him.

"My God" he suddenly exclaimed, "the bantamweights are weighing-in now and they 
probably have their pants off already. I need to get up front real quick!" 
Charlie and Pecs got back to the pump room a few minutes later with their 
weights. Once they put their weights into place, Pecs stripped down to his 
trunks and started pumping up in the mirror. In their own private area, the guys 
felt comfortable staying stripped down and fully oiled, even though other 
bodybuilders might wander in and out. Pecs adjusted his huge basket in his 
posing trunks and then put some oil on his chest. Charlie also stripped down and 
got oiled. Then the two sat down and relaxed hoping for a quiet stretch with the 
room to themselves.

Imagine their surprise when five minutes later one of the best known PRO 
bodybuilders in the United States walked into their area. "That's right" Charlie 
thought "this guy is guest-posing tonight and it's no surprise that he's back 
here. With all the pestering these PROs get when they strip down to their 
trunks, he's seeking out a private area where he can get prepared later on 
without a lot of distraction".

Pecs and Charlie introduced themselves. The PRO looked surprised to see both of 
them stripped down and oiled up so early in the day. When the PRO looked over at 
Pecs, Charlie found himself a little embarrassed at how conspicuously huge Pecs' 
basket was looking right then. As the PRO left the room, he asked the guys 
whether he could use their room later on and, of course, the guys said yes.

Meanwhile, Hungrymouth was back up front checking out the bantamweights. He was 
pleased that he had made it to the weigh-in area before the bantamweights had 
started stripping down. As the boys started taking their pants off, Hungrymouth 
kept his fingers crossed. There were nine bantamweights, most of them good-
looking. The first four were not especially oversized but Hungrymouth's eyes 
nearly popped out of his head when it came to #5 and #6. When he saw the huge 
size of their bulges, Hungrymouth got so distracted that he couldn't even figure 
out what to do next. Finally, he waited for the two guys to suit up again and he 
followed them to the other side of the room.

The two guys knew each other and Hungrymouth introduced himself to both. One of 
the guys mentioned that he had seen Hungrymouth take the heavyweight class last 
year. This kid then started asking Hungrymouth a lot of questions about his 
training and diet. Hungrymouth was getting impatient with these questions and 
was struggling for some practical way to get the two bantamweights out of their 
sweats and down to their posing trunks again.

Finally, the boy who was asking all the questions announced "My gut is about to 
burst and I need to take a piss real bad. Where are the bathrooms?" The other 
bantamweight pointed to the nearest mens' room and shoved his friend in that 
direction. But Hungrymouth jumped in quickly. "That bathroom will be full of 
competitors right now. There are some other bathrooms in back where you can have 
more privacy. No urinals but there are three private stalls. Come on and I will 
show you." "Sounds good," said the boy in need "But you better get me there 
quick or I'll have an accident." "Let's go," said his friend. "I need to take a 
piss myself." Imagine Charlie and Pecs' surprise when Hungrymouth entered the 
room with the two bantamweights so early in the day. "I'll bet these two little 
guys are well-equipped," thought Pecs. "I've never seen Hungrymouth fail on us 
yet.' The two bantamweights rushed toward two stalls that were right next to 
each other. Hungrymouth, who wanted to be in between the two boys, insisted on 
better positioning. "Hey guys" he said "the middle toilet isn't working right. 
You two boys take the two stalls on the ends." "Well" said Pecs to Charlie "I 
give you two seconds before all three stalls are fully occupied, even if that 
middle one supposedly isn't working properly. And I guess I better move my big 
gym bag into place across the front of the middle stall so that there isn't too 
much obvious commotion." "Oh" said Charlie "this goes against my better 
instincts so early in the day. But there just doesn't seem much that I can do to 
slow you two guys down." The moment he entered the stall, Hungrymouth rushed to 
his knees to check out the bantamweight who was full of piss. Nothing whetted 
Hungrymouth's appetite more than participating up close during a piss delivery. 
What an opportunity to check out the big dicks and to lick your lips in 
anticipation of what was on its way. In fact, Hungrymouth's kinkiest mental 
fantasy was one that he didn't tell anybody about. It was to take a job as a 
bathroom attendant at a high school or college sports facility. If such a 
position existed, he would be the first one to submit his resume. Oh, how 
wonderful it would be to have his work station placed directly on a side angle 
to the urinals where he could scan the whole lineup of pissing cocks. He dreamed 
about being in the perfect place to assist the boys actively once he showed them 
how he craved participating. Sometimes, he even let his mind picture a group of 
boys ganging up together and degrading him in a group scene while he lay down 
flat on the bathroom floor.

As Hungrymouth crouched at the glory hole, he could see that the bantamweight 
sported a monster-sized cock. Hungrymouth's eyes were glued to the hole as the 
bantamweight let loose with his full stream. Finally, after the bantamweight 
shook his huge dick free of the final drops, Hungrymouth saw him start to jump 
back in surprise. The boy must have seen Hungrymouth positioned at the glory 
hole. Soon the bantamweight was getting hard and Hungrymouth slipped his finger 
through the hole, begging for immediate delivery. Would he be rewarded at once 
or would he have to beg some more? Sure enough, the boy delivered his huge 
member into Hungrymouth's oral cavity and Hungrymouth started servicing the 
bantamweight with one of his exceptional blow-jobs.

"Well, one thing I know" thought Hungrymouth "once I get them to stick it 
through the hole, I can usually get them to keep it there. My lips know how to 
do their job and my challenge is to keep the bodybuilders from coming too soon. 
I've learned how to pull back every now and then so that I can stay in these 
stalls as long as possible. And when I'm finally ready for them to shoot, it's 
just a subtle movement to activate those big loads into my mouth." Several times 
Hungrymouth removed his mouth from the bodybuilder's cock and let the cock 
dangle and extend out from the glory hole. "Oh my God, look at how huge it is 
and how it extends out half way across this stall. I need to such my lips right 
back around that thing. And pretty soon I'll be ready to squeeze out that big 
load." While Hungrymouth and his bantamweight were feeling like they were in 
heaven, the other bantamweight was still in the third stall and he was feeling 
left out of the action. He'd been hearing all the sucking sounds and he was hard 
as a rock waiting for Hungrymouth to turn his way. "What the hell is the 
matter?" he asked himself. "I'm actually bigger than Joey but he's the one who 
is getting all the action." Several times the bantamweight popped his hard cock 
through the hole and waited for Hungrymouth to turn around. But Hungrymouth was 
into a total suck attack on Stall #1 and nothing could distract him from that 
glory hole.

"Well" said the bantamweight "I guess it is just as well. Joey's pretty straight 
and I've never seen him suck on another guy, so I guess it's only fair that he's 
getting his kind of satisfaction. As for me, I'm always willing to share and 
share alike. As long as I can't get any attention from that stall-sucker next 
door, maybe one of these two big guys out front has something that I can suck 
on. Let me see what I can see through the cracks in this door." Right about the 
same time, Pecs noticed that Charlie had dozed off into a slumber. "Well, if the 
cat's away," Pecs said to himself "maybe now is the opportunity for the mice to 
play. Hungrymouth seems to be staying glued to Stall #1. Let's see if I can get 
a little action out of Stall #3." So Pecs turned himself around and faced the 
stall for the first time. And immediately he heard the bantamweight exclaim "God 
damn!" "Jesus" Pecs thought "I don't guess it's my 60 inch chest that got that 
reaction. Well, maybe if I go for broke, I can talk that guy into servicing me 
from the bottom straight up to the top. In the meanwhile, let's show him a 
little more of my basket, since that seems to be what's getting him worked up 
right now." So Pecs started adjusting his basket around in his trunks and 
wondering out loud "I don't think these trunks are the ones I should wear for 
the prejudging. Why don't I pull these off and try on that other pair? When Pecs 
slipped his trunks down, plopping out and revealing his huge equipment to the 
bantamweight, the kid just couldn't hold back. He flung the stall door open, 
pulled Pecs into the stall, and dropped to his knees.

The bantamweight shoved Pecs' huge member as best he could into his own hungry 
mouth and thought "This is more than I can handle and he isn't even hard yet. 
What am I going to do when he swells up in earnest and gets ready to shoot?" In 
order to help himself up to full size, Pecs started pulling on his own nipples 
as he slipped his swelling cock back and forth in the bantamweight's mouth. Then 
he reached down and grabbed the kid's melon-like pecs. It wasn't long before 
Pecs had a full erection and was ready to deliver a full load. "Oh well," Pecs 
said "I'll just keep squeezing this kid's tits while I feed my cock into his 
mouth." And before long the kid felt a blast of come shoot into his mouth like 
he'd never experienced before. Seconds later the bantamweight shot his own big 
wad all over the toilet stall.

But Charlie was already awake from his nap. He looked around and saw no one in 
the room. "Where is everybody? Wait a minute. How many people are in the stalls? 
Stall #1 and Stall #2 look OK. But, damn, what is going on in Stall #3? Hell, I 
thought Hungrymouth was my problem. But this time it looks like it's Pecs!" 
Charlie jumped up, ripped the stall door open, and pulled the kid's face right 
off of Pecs' cock, which the kid was still sucking the come out of. "Get out of 
here and go back up front with your weight class! And let's get your friend out 
of here too. We're going to pull him right our of Stall #1 - I don't care how 
long Hungrymouth was planning to keep your friend's dick sticking through the 
glory hole into his mouth! OK - the both of you - now get out of here. Scram!" 
When Pecs and Hungrymouth both came out of their stalls, they glared at Charlie 
and they were silent. "Come on guys" Charlie said "this is a competition after 
all and one of the three of us needs to win it. Let's forget about this other 
shit for a while and get ourselves ready for the prejudging. You guys have all 
the rest of the afternoon and the evening to crawl back into those stalls if you 
need to so bad. In the meanwhile, let's get ready for the heavyweight lineup."  
PART II - LATE AFTERNOON AND THE EVENING SHOW  
 
When the prejudging was behind them, all three of the guys came back to their 
pump room in a good mood. They decided that they would get dressed and go out 
for something to eat.

Their big surprise was to find the PRO in their pump room. He was all stripped 
down and looked like he had decided to stay for a while.

"Excuse me guys," said the PRO "I need to practice my guest-posing routine and I 
thought that this would be a good time and place. Could I get one of you to oil 
me up?" When asking the question, the PRO looked straight at Pecs' basket, so 
Charlie and Hungrymouth took the hint and stepped aside. Pecs started oiling up 
the PRO and zeroed right in on the PRO's massive pectoral muscles. He noticed 
that one of the PRO's nipples was enlarged and this got Pecs so heated up that 
Pecs' basket started blowing up like a balloon. However, the PRO didn't seem to 
respond to the liberties that Pecs was taking with the PRO's chest. Instead the 
PRO kept maneuvering his thighs so as to brush up against Pecs'ever expanding 
bulge.

After a while, Pecs got discouraged, thinking that he and the PRO were not 
compatible. "Damn" Pecs thought "I sometimes wish I weren't such a chest freak 
because these conventional bodybuilders just don't seem to relate to me. Just 
like several years ago when Charlie jumped all over me after I went to the Chest 
Men Convention." That was the year when Pecs showed up at the bodybuilding 
competition with his nipples sticking out a mile from his chest, as Charlie had 
said. Well, a couple of weeks before the bodybuilding competition, Pecs had 
travelled to a Chest Men Convention two states away. Leading up to the 
convention, he had tripled his chemical dosages in order to swell his chest into 
a freaky bulbous mass. Furthermore, he had done direct administrations into the 
pectoral muscles themselves to concentrate the build-up in preparation for the 
party scenes. At the convention, Pecs had continuously sucked on nipples and 
chests of all sizes. In turn, he had of course been the hit of the weekend and 
had enjoyed a constant stream of tit and chest worshippers. These men had one-
track minds and they fought with each other to perform oral service on Pecs' 
chemically swollen pectoral muscles. But the high point of the weekend for Pecs 
was when he was hooked up with clothespins, clamps and pumping machines and 
publicly manipulated in a group setting.

When he got home from the meet, his nipples were sticking out two inches from 
his freaky swollen pecs. But he was the only one among his gym buddies who 
thought it was anything but weird. And when Pecs showed up at the bodybuilding 
contest thinking that he would compete as usual in the heavyweights, Charlie 
went ballistic.

"Damn it Pecs. You are a total freak and I don't know what to do with you. Do 
you actually think you're going to take your shirt off in the pump room today? 
And furthermore, are you remotely crazy enough to think that you are going to 
step out in front of the judges in your condition? You can get yourself straight 
out of here for now! Come back a year from now when you're hopefully back to 
normal." So Pecs began to feel really blue now because he couldn't seem to get 
the kind of action that he needed most. "Geez" he said to himself "here I've got 
one of the biggest PROs in the USA rubbing up against my basket, but I can't get 
a rise out of his upper body and he doesn't seem the least bit interested in 
mine." So Pecs decided to take a break from the PRO for a while. He walked over 
to the corner of the pump room, sat down, and sulked.

Since Charlie had gone up front to talk to the judges and since Pecs was in a 
funk, Hungrymouth decided that the burden was on him try to keep the pump room 
alive. When the PRO decided to go into one of the stalls, Hungrymouth entered 
the one right next door and sucked his face right up to the glory hole hoping 
for some action. But nothing came his way. Instead, the PRO sat on the toilet 
for a while and waited. In a little while the PRO stood up and pulled a big tube 
out of a waist pack that he had with him. What a surprise when he started 
squeezing globs of grease out of the tube and smearing the grease all over his 
asshole.

"Damn" thought Hungrymouth "it looks like the PRO has a hungry hole just like 
me!" As soon as Hungrymouth left his stall, he had a new idea for cheering Pecs 
up out of his funk. "Pecs" he said "it's true that the PRO isn't exactly after 
what you're after but I think you need to be a little more creative to figure 
out what he needs. I know you underestimate what you have between your legs, but 
I think the PRO has sized you up where it counts and I believe I know what he 
wants. I think you should move into that stall next to him and scope out the 
situation. Take the opportunity to cheer yourself up a little before Charlie 
gets back and do the PRO a favor at the same time." So Pecs entered the stall at 
Hungrymouth's suggestion. He pulled his posing trunks down just to make sure the 
PRO knew who was next door. In response, Pecs saw the PRO's hungry tongue come 
through the hole and he heard the PRO moaning as he took in the full impact of 
what Pecs was revealing. But Pecs was in for a surprise when he squeezed his 
meat through the glory hole with great difficulty. Instead of a hot mouth 
seeking out his swelling cock, Pecs felt hot flesh and grease. "Well" said Pecs 
"if that's not a greased up asshole, I don't know what is. Let's see whether 
this glory hole is wide enough for me to maneuver my equipment right into the 
PRO's rear end. Well, if Charlie only knew what I was getting away with here. 
This feels pretty damn good. I'll just think about those nipple pumping machines 
I was hooked up to a couple of years ago and that should swell me up real quick. 
And if this big muscle faggot keeps moaning and groaning and squeezing like he's 
doing, he'll have a full load inside of him before Charlie even knows what's 
what." At the evening show, Charlie noticed that his two friends were 
surprisingly quiet and subdued. "They must have gotten more action than I 
realized earlier today," he thought.

Some of the competitors were drifting back to the private pump room either 
looking for a private area to practice their posing in or perhaps trying to 
sniff out some backstage action. Hungrymouth was chatting with several of the 
guys but hadn't dragged any into the stalls yet. "Well, I guess he tired his 
jaws out with that bantamweight earlier today" thought Charlie. "And that 
bantamweight must have fed him a big load, otherwise he'd be jumpier." 'And why 
is Pecs so quiet and on such good behavior? He must have been up to no good when 
I had my back turned earlier. Well, I think I'll count my blessings. Maybe we 
can all head home tonight right after the show." After his guest appearance, the 
PRO joined them again but Charlie wondered if something was wrong. "Isn't he 
feeling well?" Charlie asked "He walked back here a little earlier, he hasn't 
said a work to anyone, and now he's been in Stall #2 for at least 20 minutes. 
Maybe he is sick to his stomach." "I don't think his stomach is the problem, 
Charlie," said Hungrymouth. "I'm afraid that man's got a problem similar to mine 
and I hope my glory holes are big enough to deliver him what he needs." "Oh-oh" 
said Charlie "all I need is one more "hungry mouth" on my hands." "Well" 
responded Hungrymouth "I don't think you need to worry too much about the mouth 
part of it. I'll wager you any amount of money that if you went over and pried 
open that stall door right now, you'd find out that it's not the PRO's mouth 
that's stuck up against that glory hole waiting for action." "Oh my God" said 
Charlie, who was really beginning to fear that he had an additional problem on 
his hands.

Before too long, the middleweight who had gotten all nervous over Pecs' basket 
in the morning, came sniffing around for some action. His weight class was 
finished on stage and he figured that Pecs would be getting ready for the 
heavyweight callouts right about now.

"Oh Pecs," the middleweight said "let me oil your back and your hamstrings." 
Obviously, Pecs' hamstrings represented a good excuse for the middleweight to go 
down on his knees where he wanted to be. Once he was kneeling underneath Pecs' 
big glutes and slathering oil on the back of Pecs' legs, the middleweight 
started begging for more.

"Oh Pecs, please turn to the side and let me oil the outer part of your 
quadriceps." The middleweight, still on his knees, was angling his face right up 
close for a dramatic side view of Pecs' basket.

"Oh Pecs, you're uneven with the oil in a lot of places," he said, mesmerized by 
the volume and the clearly defined contours of Pecs' bulging penis. "I need to 
rub up close along your inner thighs and along the edges of your posing trunks 
so you don't have any blotchy spots when you go on stage. Oh Pecs, all of your 
muscles are so big. Please pose for me, Pecs. Oh flex it, Pecs. It's so 
beautiful. And it's SO big!" As usual, Pecs thought "Here we go again. All the 
attention is down there. I don't stand a chance of pulling this kid up off his 
knees." So Pecs pushed the middleweight away and shoved him into the stall next 
to where the PRO had camped for the night. "I wonder if any fire's going to 
catch back there?" Pecs asked Hungrymouth. "That PRO seems to be stuck up 
against those glory holes worse that you've been today, Hungrymouth. And that 
middleweight was getting so hot and bothered squatting down next to my basket 
that he's probably ready for instant release." Sure enough, within five minutes, 
it had gotten so out of control in the stalls that Charlie had to step into to 
control the action. The middleweight had obviously stuck his cock through the 
hole into the PRO's ass and the PRO had lost track of where he was.

"Listen," yelled Charlie through the wall to the PRO "I don't care who you are. 
Shut your mouth up real fast or I'll come right back there and force that other 
end of yours shut tight. What would make you think that you can groan and holler 
like a barnyard animal in a public area like this!" There was instant silence in 
the stalls. "I feel kind of sorry for the guy" Hungrymouth commented. "I've been 
where he's at right now. He'll quiet down real quick faced with the risk of 
losing that big dick that's in his ass." About 10 minutes later the PRO and the 
middleweight came out of their stalls and they both tried to put on an innocent 
look. No sooner were they out of the stalls, than the expeditor showed up to 
call the heavyweight class to the stage.

Charlie took both the heavyweight class as well as the overall trophy and his 
two friends were congratulating him when they got back to the pump room. The 
evening show was now over and all three of them claimed to be ready to go home.

"Who is that in Stall #3?" Charlie suddenly exclaimed. "Oh" said Hungrymouth 
"I'm not positive but I guess it's the PRO who just isn't ready to give it up 
yet. He's been fucked two times, but if he feels anything like how I usually do, 
two good sessions just make you more desperate for the third." "But the day's 
completely over" said Charlie "and there aren't any more people back here." "I 
know," said Hungrymouth "but when you've got a hole as hungry as his is, you 
just can't stop. He's probably fully bent over the glory hole right now, 
positioned for some instant action on the off-chance that some a group of late 
stragglers wander back here and are in the mood for a gang-bang." Charlie 
shrugged his shoulders but all of a sudden he stopped dead in his tracks. A 
strikingly handsome young man, who did not appear to be a bodybuilder, had just 
walked into the pump room. "Has anyone seen my cousin?" the young man asked. "He 
was the guy who guest posed tonight. I can't find him anywhere. After his 
routine, he just disappeared and I haven't been able to find him since." Charlie 
looked at the young man and the young man looked back at Charlie. The kid was so 
innocent looking that Charlie felt the need to protect him. And the PRO 
cooperated by staying perfectly still in his stall.

"Tell you what," said Charlie "you go back up front and look for him and we'll 
scour around back here. Chances are your cousin will turn up pretty quick. Once 
he does, let's all of us join up and go out and get something to eat." Two 
months later, Hungrymouth, Pecs and the PRO all three were training one 
afternoon at the local gym.

"Have you seen anything of Charlie lately?" Hungrymouth asked of Pecs. "No" said 
Pecs "he and that kid haven't spent one minute apart from each other in the last 
two months." Meanwhile, the two friends noticed that the PRO was following a 
well-equipped bodybuilder into the locker room. "Well, one thing I can tell you" 
said Hungrymouth "it looks like there are three of us now that Charlie will need 
to keep an eye on. That PRO makes you and me look like a couple of goody 
goodies." "True" said Pecs. "He certainly is going to be a handful for Charlie. 
And what with little Mr. Innocent in tow, I'm worried that Charlie isn't going 
to cut us any slack. We're not likely to be able to do anything next year in our 
private pump room." "Well, I don't know about your Pecs, but I wouldn't bet that 
Charlie is going to meet with much luck trying to rein me in or the PRO. I've 
already carved out three big glory holes right here in the gym locker room. And 
don't you just know that the PRO is getting a lot more use out of them than I 
am." "Yes," said Pecs "didn't you just see him sneak back there a few minutes 
ago as soon as that guy with the big dick went back there?" "I sure did see him, 
Pecs. But this time I'm wagering that Mr. Equipment will prefer a hot suck job 
to that slut's loose asshole. In fact, I better get back there real quick if I'm 
going to have any luck luring that big dick my way. See you in a bit, Pecs."

TO BE CONTINUED NEXT YEAR