From: TCCowboy, TCCowboy@concentric.net Locker Room I stayed late after school one Friday afternoon to get things done before a long weekend. There had been alot to finish up, since it was near the end of the school year, and I needed to grade term papers. With a national physique competition happening in town over the weekend, I was especially interested in getting my work finished so I could watch all the pre-judging and get my fill of huge muscle. I couldn't wait! With any luck I'd meet some muscle freak and treat him to the best worship session he'd had in a long time. I wrapped things up about 9 o'clock that evening, and decided to get in a quick workout before heading home. I walked over to the gym, ready to take the stress out of the long day. I changed into my workout gear right in the weight room - nobody around - and lifted for about an hour. My compact, tightly-muscled body felt great - pumped up, with the endorphin high that goes with hard exercise. I was looking forward to a quick shower and getting home. I strode down the hall to the locker room in my gym shorts, and noticed the lights were on, strange for so late on a Friday. I didn't think much more about it as I opened the door, but as I entered the locker room, I couldn't believe my eyes! Two of the biggest, most defined heavyweight musclemen I'd ever seen were standing there, buck naked, with huge woodies pointing almost straight up toward the ceiling. Both oiled and sweating hard , they looked over at me, half-surprised, but with a confident, almost arrogant invitation. "What's going on in here?" just popped out of my mouth before I could stop it - the huge muscle freaks looked at me, at each other, and back at me. Then they started to flex. The one man, slightly taller with dark hair and a seriously deep tan, had huge, round, massively thick muscles that exploded out of his body like gigantic balloons. He crunched into an enormous, mind-blowing most muscular pose, and moved his upper body back and forth, challenging the other man to match his muscle. As he flexed, in a low rumble he said, "Mass, man, mass." Meanwhile, the other meat monster leaned into his own crab shot, popping veins all over his giant upper body. With his blonde hair and honey-tanned skin, the massive, striated muscle seemed like it would slice right through the surface. "Cuts, man," he replied, "it's cuts." They were staring at each other's huge physiques as they continued to flex, and their thick, bobbing shafts pulsed with muscle-lust. I stared, wide-eyed, in shock. What an incredible sight! Huge muscle and long, hard cock! My dick started charging toward full hard-on, and my gym shorts weren't holding it down. They stretched aside as my cockhead and several inches of shaft started sticking out in plain sight. Both men relaxed their posing and turned toward me, their full hard-ons dripping long strings of sticky pre-cum out of wide-gaping pissholes. "Sure is a surprise to see somebody in here this late," said the taller of the two, looking straight at my hard meat, "but this is your lucky night. Come help yourself to some hot muscle." I shucked off my gym gear. By now my meat was hard as rock. "Yeah, man," said the huge blonde, "Check this out." His thick arms moved out and up into a double-biceps pose, and then he pushed his arms slightly upward to really squeeze his biceps peaks. I walked toward them, but wondered to myself what they were doing here in the high school locker room. The contest was going to be held clear across town. Whatever was going on, my attention was totally focused on the massive guns being shown for my benefit. My raging boner didn't care what the story was, as long as I could get my fill of these two huge muscle studs. As I crossed the locker room, the blonde continued flexing his massive, round, full biceps. The dark-haired man extended his hand by way of introduction. "I'm Paul," he said. "Glad you could join us. Nice dick." He gave my cock a preliminary feel. "This is Tom," he motioned toward the blonde. I shook Paul's hand. His grip was friendly, strong, and slippery from the oil they'd been using. "Help us out with some oil." He motioned to a clear plastic container on a nearby bench. I picked up the bottle, squeezing some oil into my hands. Both Paul and Tom turned and moved their legs close together, comparing enormous calves. Wide, diamond-shaped muscle jumped to attention on both men. I dropped to my knees and started oiling their thick muscles. "Huge calves, man." I said in a low voice. Their shaved, smooth skin glistened. "That's right," said Paul. "Huge, muscleman's legs. Rub that oil in, man. Feel that muscle!" Both he and Tom moved their feet up and down and from side to side, working their gigantic calves from different angles to form massive muscle shapes in my hands. I smoothed the oil over their skin and onto my hard dick. As I worked some more oil into my hands, the two immense giants turned to face me, with their long, hard horsedicks and huge, heavy-hanging balls right in my face. Both men's meat must have been at least a foot long! "Check this out," said Tom. They continued to pose their lower bodies, showing gigantic, sweeping, deep-cut thighs. I rubbed oil onto the unbelievable muscle mass, studying the bulging teardrop shapes just above their knees. "Yeah, buddy, look at those monster thighs," said Tom. I did as he said, running my fingers up and down the cuts and feeling the veins in their enormous legs. Both of them were sweating hard from the exertion of flexing. I was sweating from excitement - all three of us into some real muscle heat! I leaned forward and started licking Tom's low-hanging balls. Paul turned to nuzzle his huge, dripping cockhead against Tom's balls and my mouth. I sucked the super-slick pre-cum off his big round dickhead and leaned back. "More muscle." I said. "That's right, buddy," said Paul. "You got it, man," said Tom Both of them turned so their rock-hard muscle butts were facing me, and flexed. The massive beef jumped into freaky, shredded shapes, high up and around into the small of both their backs. "Check that muscle butt," said Paul. I ran my hands over both their huge, rock hard butts, curving around into their super-small waists. I couldn't stop myself from jacking my cock - the striations looked so incredible! "Feel those glutes, man!" said Tom, and I leaned forward and ran my face over the giant, hard muscle asses they presented for me to worship. I reached up to feel their colossal backs, and both men stepped forward just beyond my reach. "Lat spread!" yelled Paul. Moving slowly, as if posing against each other at a contest, their gargantuan arms rose in unison, and huge spinal erectors separated to show a pair of absolutely shredded Christmas trees. Paul's back was inhumanly thick! As he pulled his arms up to begin the pose, the muscles of his back snaked and writhed, and his traps bunched huge, almost completely blocking his head from my sight. Tom's back was very nearly as massive, and showed what seemed like hundreds of freaky striations. In unison, they moved their arms out to show their w - i - d - e wings. Both men's backs extended several inches beyond the intersection of their triceps and deltoids, then tapered inward at a wild angle toward their waists. Large, thick triceps and delts that bulged round like huge pumpkins added to their awesome width. "Worship these freaky muscles!" yelled Tom. "Fucking unreal, man," I growled as I stood up and ran my upturned palms along the sides of their thick lats, feeling the incredible angle of each of their backs. "Totally awesome!" My hard-on was dripping a steady, uncontrollable stream of pre-spunk as I stood right behind these flexing monsters. My dick head bounced against their incredibly developed muscle and jolts of pleasure shot through my body. I kept my hands oiled and continued to feel the gigantic, flexing backs that Paul and Tom were posing right in my face. The oil on their skin and their hard-squeezed muscles felt like granite. "Hard muscle, man...fuckin' hard muscle." I was chanting words the two huge champions loved to hear. Paul moved his arms into a back double biceps, and Tom followed his lead, flexing high peaks and triceps that arched down low and meaty. The mass, striations, and veins in their deltoids were unbelievable. "Check these guns, man!" said Paul. "Big fuckin' arms!" Paul's bis jumped high under my hands, but Tom's thick muscle was just as massive, with pulsing veins coursing over the top of his biceps. I licked and stroked both men's flexed arms, letting them know I loved hard, posed muscle. The two of them turned slowly and continued their muscle display. Thick slab-pecs, rolling with muscle control, then flexed hard into gigantic, striated mounds. Deep cut abs. Vacuum poses shrank their waists down to minuscule size, with an insane angle out to their massively developed upper bodies! A naked show of eye-boggling male bodybuilder muscle and cock size. By now we were all breathing hard and sweating profusely, and the locker room air smelled of sex sweat. "Ready to cum, man?" said Tom. "Fuck, yeah," said Paul, and they turned to face each other. Both men kept their right arms up, flexing massive biceps and wide lats on that side. In their left hands, they grabbed each others thick cocks and started a steady jackhammer rhythm. Between the steady stream of slippery pre-cum and the muscle oil, their dicks were slick, shiny, and ready for hot flex sex. Their muscled arms jumped and twisted as they took long, steady strokes on their huge man-cocks. I couldn't believe my eyes at the size of their muscles or the size of their dicks. Both hard-ons were so thick that their huge hands didn't reach all the way around the shafts, each topped with an immense dickhead. I studied the huge veins on their biceps and on the shafts of each man's muscle cock. "Close?" Tom asked Paul, as they stared at one another's bodies, their pecs rolling in steady rhythm with their cock-strokes. Paul lifted both arms behind his head and crunched down into an abdominal pose, his thick, chiseled eight-pack writhing in bold relief. His huge, hard dick stuck straight up and looked even longer. "Fuckin' hot, man!" said Tom, pounding Paul's cock as it let loose a steady stream of steaming-hot cum. Deep rumbling sounds came from Paul's throat. As the sight of his muscle buddy's orgasm and thick, flexing abs, Tom's own dick started shooting an incredible load! His thick man-juice flew high in the air, as both men continued spraying jizz all over each other's pecs and abs. I'd somehow managed to hold off but watching this wild jack-off muscle contest was the ultimate! My cock was hard as steel, my nuts were tight, and my load had been building. I shot -- a huge load! -- onto both flex-freaks. I thought I'd never stop shooting! My juice joined with the thick wads of cum theyy'd sprayed all over each other. Paul and Tom rolled their pecs and spread their lats, continuing to pose for each other, covered with sperm. Their huge rods bounced and waved, still half hard and dripping with thick ropes of jizz. "Time for you to head on home, buddy," Tom said, looking my way. "Paul and I need to hit the showers." I looked up at the clock on the locker room wall. It said 6:30! They'd been flexing for hours, and I'd been worshipping these muscle giants all night long! As I walked across the locker area to get changed, I heard Paul and Tom talking in the showers about the day's coming contest. I dressed and headed out into the morning sun, thinking I couldn't wait to see Paul and Tom up on-stage in that night's show. I knew the judges would have a tough time deciding between the two of them, and I was glad I'd gotten them both!