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JP, the Greek Statue
|Crew season was going full force now, so with practices and workouts every day I had very little time to go over to JP’s house as frequently as I had before. However, JP would come to some of the regattas that were held every Saturday. I admit my boat wasn’t the best one out there, but we would win a few races or at least get to the semifinals at every regatta. As a junior, I was the fifth man rower of the JV boat, which usually goes to the strongest rower in the eight-man scull since he’s in the middle. Therefore, I hoped to make the Varsity eight my senior year and JP was just as supportive to my goals as I was to his. After each of my races, JP would meet me at the launching dock. Since it was nearly a mile from the grandstand along the finish line, he had to run to catch me in time. Of course, he had no problem doing this. Each time, he would congratulate me for doing a good job, even if we DFLed (or came in Dead Fuckin’ Last), which would happen every now and then, especially if one of our rowers caught a crab (that’s when the oar gets pulled underneath the boat by the current and that slows you down because of the extra drag). The other guys had gotten to know JP by the end of the season. And of course, because of his amazing strength, he would help carry the boat back to the boathouse. If you’ve ever carried one of those eight-man sculls (and I’m not talking about those new fiberglass ones that the Varsity eight used), you know those things are heavy, even for eight strong guys. Therefore, we were all appreciative of JP’s extra man. Since he was so much stronger than any of us, the other rowers didn’t object. No one told him to help us, he just asked and we said yes. There was another example of JP’s maturity. Maybe he just felt guilty seeing us do all that work and him just tagging along, getting in the way. I had noticed that he was no longer as egotistical as he once was. It seemed that his attitude toward a lot of things had changed since the night he came out to me. He said it was because he finally had a constant in his life…me. It made me feel good and love him even more. When we finished putting the boat back in it’s place in the boathouse, each of the rowers would thank JP for the extra help and usually pat him on the back or something. I remember this one time JP came to a regatta. We were talking after my last race in the boathouse and he commented on my uniform. The usual outfit for the crew team was a tank top shirt and shorts made of spandex. Of course, some of the shier guys would wear short-sleeve shirts underneath the tank top and would wear sweatpants or something like that until just before they got into the boat. “I know why you became a rower,” JP said to me that first time. I looked at him with a weird expression and said, “Why?” “Because your legs look great in that spandex,” JP whispered in my ear. I admit, my legs were probably among the best looking in our boat, although most of the guys in Varsity had massive thighs that I just couldn’t compete with. “Is anyone home at your house?” JP asked. I looked in his eyes and knew what he wanted. We hadn’t done anything sexual since that time he gave me a blowjob and I was trying to figure out when I would repay him. My dad was at work and my mom was spending the rest of the day working at the regatta, so being an only child, I would be home alone. I told him it was possible. I went to grab my stuff. He had told me not to bother changing, so I didn’t. He called his mom who had dropped him off earlier that day and told her he was going to my house for a bit. Of course, she didn’t think anything of it since either he was always at my house or I was always at his. We met again at my car and started the drive home. It was only a twenty minute drive from the lake to my house, but it seemed a lot longer. I was a little excited and nervous at the same time. I’m sure JP was too, since we didn’t talk that much the whole time. We went down the stairs to my basement. I flicked on the lights and walked across the room to move aside the curtain that partitioned my mom’s massage table from the rest of the area. My mom was a licensed massage therapist and she would work on me every once in a while, especially if she was trying something new. I guess I was her guinea pig in that respect and it was a bit awkward, but hey, I got free massages. She also had an informal contract with the high school football team, so I remember as a middle school kid, I’d try to sneak down the stairs to catch a glimpse of my muscle-bound high school heroes. “I never knew this was here,” JP said, his face lightening up. He hardly had ever been down in my basement because, well, I didn’t have any workout equipment down there. “Yeah,” I answered back matter-of-factly. “But let me get some sheets so we don’t get stuff on the actual table.” JP chuckled. As I was tucking under the last corner, I felt JP’s arms around my chest. I guess he was pretty eager. He started gently pressing his body up against my backside and I felt his hard @#%$ on my butt. “You’ve worked hard today,” he whispered in my ear. “Why don’t we just relax?” He caressingly kissed my cheek from behind, moving his hands underneath my tank top to massage my chest. “Your chest has gotten bigger,” JP caressingly said, his voice sounding silky smooth. “I can feel your muscles growing inside.” The sound of my boyfriend‘s voice alone was turning me on, almost as much as his soft hands massaging my pecs. It was like something out of a movie. For someone with his strength, he knew how to be gentle. Girls would’ve loved him if he were straight. He slid one of his hands around my right shoulder and slowly pulled down the strap opening up my shoulder to his lips. I just closed my eyes and let him work away. JP continued kissing my neck and inch by inch moved down to my shoulder, his lips grazing my skin so tenderly, holding on for just the perfect length and then releasing wistfully. And then he would do it again a little bit farther down. Every muscle in my body was tingling and a sense of warmth rushed through every nerve. He slipped the left strap of the tank top down around my shoulder and the shirt dropped to my waist, completely exposing my bare back to him. “Oh, you’re getting so wide,” JP awed between kisses. “Sexy muscle upon sexy muscle.” My god, he was good! His hands wandered down my sides and to my butt. “Yeah, this is getting harder too.” His voice was now getting softer, almost to a whisper. “Turn around,” he breathed to me. I obeyed and re-positioned my body to face him. His eyes were beautiful, so dreamy they were, I almost lost it right there. We immediately touched our lips together. His tongue danced with mine as light as a feather. I was really starting to get a hard-on. His hands were caressing my back and mine were on his hard bubble butt, pressing it toward me so I could feel his rock hard @#%$ on my pelvis. His ass had gotten so gorgeous, I had to refrain from touching it all the time. I moved my hands up along his back and under his shirt, lifting it up to reveal his chiseled torso. He caught what I was doing and released me to take it off. I leaned back against the table and looked over my boyfriend. No matter how many times I had seen his body, it never ceased to amaze me. At 5 foot 9 and 152 pounds, JP had a body that most grown men would die for and he had it at barely 16. With a waist still at 27 and a half inches around and incredibly wide shoulders, the V of his upper body was breathtaking. His lats flared out like small wings as he pulled the shirt over his head. They were really starting to expand lately, giving him a bit of a fuller look. He stood there for a second just staring at me longingly, knowing that I was admiring his muscles. He had gained nearly 50 pounds of pure muscle since the beginning of his freshman year. He so belonged in an Abercrombie & Fitch catalog. Everyone always said it. He started dropping his gym shorts, revealing his dick to me once again. It sprang out completely erect, looking even more impressive against his unbelievable washboard abs. Even though JP had gained some of his body fat back since the end of the wrestling season, he had maintained a ripped six-pack. Now fully naked, he started advancing toward me. We locked arms once more and resumed kissing, our tongues gently wrestling with each other. I wrapped my arms around his large torso as tightly as I could, pressing them into his rock-hard lats. “Mm, yeah,” he moaned. “Your biceps feel good.” His massive chest felt warm against mine. He glided his hands down my back to my butt again. He was really starting to take control of us, but I didn’t mind. As he leaned forward, I started losing my balance and had to wrap my right leg around his thigh for support. He now had complete control of the two of us and I admit I liked it. Suddenly, as if it were nothing, JP lifted me up and swung me around, my leg still wrapped around his. He was now sitting on the edge of the massage table with me standing in front. So strong yet so gently he did this that I felt like I was floating. We ceased kissing because we both knew what was coming next. He pulled himself fully onto the table and lay down flat. I looked at him lying there completely in the buff. I could only see a little bit of his face beyond the rolling hills of his chest. I got onto the table myself and positioned myself above his ripped thighs. They had begun to swell too, since he made sure he stayed ahead of me on the leg press. His huge dick was practically calling to me. It was so think and juicy. Was it even bigger than the last time I saw it? I closed my eyes and extended my tongue out of my mouth and touched it against the upper ridge. I heard JP moan as I continued gliding down and around his shaft. “Oh my God,” he groaned, a sign that I was doing a good job. I reached my arms up to grab hold of his body and I felt his hands grab mine, gently guiding them to his abs. Six hard rises of muscle greeted my fingers as my tongue continued working his dick. Up and down all seven inches, I glided my tongue as gently as I remembered him doing to me. I felt his stomach start to contract, the valleys narrowing tightly, signaling me that he was about to blow. I pulled my head away just in time to hear a snap and I felt a falling motion, except this time, it wasn’t just a feeling. As JP’s cum squirted out, the legs of the table gave way and it collapsed onto the floor. Apparently, the combined weight of 300 pounds was too much for it and it buckled. We both lay there laughing like crazy, my neck covered in white goo and JP lying on his back, massive chest heaving up and down. I got up and immediately grabbed a nearby washcloth. “I hope it isn’t broken,” JP exclaimed, rolling over to push himself off the floor. As he did that, I caught a glimpse of his triceps exploding out of his skin. Jeez, I though, this kid was nothing but muscle upon muscle. And he was seriously starting to get huge. He kept telling me how much his growing pains were bothering him now. “Let me see your arm,” I told him. I wasn’t shy about looking at his muscles anymore. “Ok,” JP said, offering his left arm to me for inspection. He definitely wasn’t shy about showing off his muscles either. He flexed his left arm just like he did in the early days when he had golf balls sticking. Now it was like someone stuck a baseball in his arm. I felt all over his arm and shoulder. Nothing but rock. I loved watching it grow with every weight he lifted. “I know you like it,” JP said beaming. “They’re getting bigger and rounder by the day.” He turned toward me and I felt down his chest. I felt like I was rubbing against a marble statue. His pecs used to be flat, but now that they were fully developed, they were starting to round out. His nipples were hard and sticking out like crazy. “My chest is going to be so huge, I’m going to rip through every shirt I own.” My hands continued down, under his pecs, over his stomach. Six perfectly sculpted mounds of dense meat forced my fingers up and over each one. JP always had great abs, even when he was only beginning to gain muscle. “It took hundreds of sit-ups to make these…and hundreds more will make them even better.” I was loving this commentary that he was making about himself. I squatted down to get a closer look. I played my fingers in and around the crevices. He flexed his abs and gasped in amazement at the hardness of them. I looked down at his @#%$ which was still at attention. “Is your dick bigger or is it just me?” I asked him. “Nah,” JP answered modestly. “You’re just getting a closer look at it.” I looked up at him and he looked down with a devilish smile. “But it’ll probably be bigger the next time you give me a blowjob.” Damn, I thought to myself. I moved myself around his body my face met his round butt. I placed one hand on each of his cheeks and marveled at their beauty. They not only looked amazing bare, but looked good in almost everything he wore. I continued up his backside, sliding my hands along his sides, past where there should have been love handles but instead, displayed nothing but muscle. I moved up his wide lats and across his massive back, ripped with muscle and then up to his neck which was wider than ever. JP’s back was the part of him that was really starting to grow; he was beginning to fill out, in preparation for some real gains. “So wide they’re getting,” JP loved talking about himself to me. He knew it turned me on so much. “Pretty soon, walls will be bending in my path.” I glided my hands around the base of his neck and over his traps to his throat. I looked up at his eyes. “But this is the best part,” I told him. “This is my favorite part of you, too,” JP answered, his gaze passing through me like a ray of sunshine and filling my whole body with its warmth. Then, we kissed again, embraced in the world’s longest liplock. It was the most unbelievable afternoon of my life. |
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