The Teenage Bodybuilder with the Huge Cock

When 18 year old Cody lost both parents in an automobile accident, Uncle Morris took the boy under his wing and gave him room and board. Morris was not actually the boy's uncle, but had always been a close friend of Cody's father. Morris had taken an interest in the young man ever since Cody was a boy. Uncle Morris played sports with Cody and observed Cody's outstanding development, both on the playing field as well as in the locker room and showers.

Uncle Morris was a bodybuilder and Cody looked up to and admired him. Under Uncle Morris' guidance, Cody began to lift weights and then entered several local teenage bodybuilding competitions. Cody was blessed with outstanding looks and a symmetrical physique. It was easy for him to pack on muscle.
                     
There was only one problem. When Cody stepped on stage in his miniscule posing trunks, he stood out from the crowd. But not exactly in the way that was expected at a bodybuilding contest.

Cody sported an enormous penis for a teenager (or for a bodybuilder of any age for that matter). Uncle Morris worried about this being a distraction for judges and fans in appreciating Cody as a bodybuilder. The boy himself did not seem self-conscious about his endowment. He was on the football team at his high school and he had become accustomed to jokes made by the other players. He knew that the guys actually admired his size. The quarterback himself took showers next to Cody after football games and always seemed to be looking at Cody's penis.

Uncle Morris ordered posing trunks for Cody online, but the ones he ordered were large and old fashioned and not the same as the mini-straps most bodybuilders were wearing these days. Cody wanted to be like all the other boys. When Cody arrived at a show, he usually borrowed a mini-strap from another bodybuilder and, although he had a hard time squeezing his enormous junk into it, he changed into the mini-strap so that he was wearing what everybody else was wearing.

Cody created a sensation when he stripped down to his mini-strap at weigh-in. Certain contest organizers and expeditors knew about Cody and they waited next to the weigh-in scales for him to present himself during weigh-in.

"Here comes that teen competitor," exclaimed Len to one of his associate expeditors who also was a photographer for Muscle Cock Magazine. “Wait 'til you see what he's packing."

Then Cody stripped down at the scales and both men gasped at the same time.

"Damn," whispered Len's associate. "That's the biggest bulge I've seen in my lifetime."

"Yes," responded Len. "Let me assure you. It's everything it looks to be and even more."

"Have you actually seen it?" asked the associate. "Look at the way he's straining that fabric. You can see every contour of his balls as well as that massive dick underneath the stretched fabric. Nothing is left to the imagination and that tight fabric is squeezing him forward like a torpedo."

"Well, yes," said Len, anxious to brag in response to the original question. "I've seen him a couple of times in the men's room. I've been in that stall which is at a 90 degree angle to the urinal with a perfect view. But he's got an "Uncle" Morris who watches over him like a hawk. Unfortunately Uncle Morris has spoiled my view both times.

"Yeah, and my name is Uncle Irving," joked Len's associate. "If all the bodybuilding "uncles" got together for a meeting or a family reunion, we could fill Yankee Stadium for the reunion. Did the kid show himself off or jerk himself at all?"

"Oh no, he doesn't seem to be conscious of what he has at all. He doesn't even seem to know that anybody is looking at him."

It's true that Uncle Morris kept a lazer focus on anybody who approached Cody at the contests. In fact, whenever he observed Len following Cody into the men's bathroom, he rushed in there himself.

Once inside the bathroom, Uncle Morris whispered the following question in Cody's ear: "Where's that expeditor? I saw him come in here. I need to ask him a question about today's contest schedule."

"Um, who?" asked Cody. "Well, I think there's someone in that stall right there."

"In that stall right there!" Uncle Morris muttered under his breath. "That's only one foot away. And look at that large crack between the stall door and the wall. No surprise to find that pervert inside the pump room toilet stalls at the bodybuilding competitions, in connection with taking photos of teenage baskets for Muscle Cock Magazine. He can see every last detail and most of the photos show the boys huge and hard in their straps, but I hardly ever purchase that magazine and who knows what kind of private collection he has with no straps at all on the boys. It makes me sick to think about a size queen like him sniffing around all that teenage cock and what some of the impressionable boys let him do when he is on his knees in front of their giant teenage muscle cocks with his innocent looking camera props. Just makes my blood boil thinking about it! Cody, finish up right now and come with me. You need to be on stage soon."

There was only one simple flaw in Uncle Morris' system. Uncle Morris was so worried about adults like Len (and himself) at the contests, that he didn't pay any attention to the athletes who were Cody's own age. In fact, he wanted Cody to be popular with the boys his own age and he encouraged him to spend time with them.

Rodney, the quarterback on the football team, was an extremely good looking athlete. During the week before Cody's upcoming contest, Rodney showered next to Cody after their game and couldn't help but observe Cody's contest-ready physique (and his huge member, of course). "Damn! Look at your muscles!" he exclaimed. "Are you doing one of those bodybuilding shows?"

"Yes, the show is this coming weekend. Do I look ready? I've been really dieting down."

"Damn! You look ready to me. Can I help you at the show?"

Cody was flattered that the most important member of the team wanted to help him.

"Yeah, that would be neat. You can help me put the oil all over my body. That's called "oiling me up."

"Damn! What time should I be there to oil you up?"

"I'll get you a buddy pass. Meet me backstage at 9:00 am. Bring a towel and some latex gloves."

Rodney showed up right on time, excited about his oiling duties. Rodney got even more excited when Cody stripped down to his posing strap, revealing his giant package of meat inside the glittering strap.

Rodney turned out to be an exceptional oiler. Whereas Uncle Morris used abrupt, clinical motions on Cody's body, Rodney lingered on every muscle group and massaged Cody in a sensual manner. When Rodney reached the area right around Cody's mini-strap, the quarterback actually moaned with pleasure as he massaged Cody all around his bulging basket.

"Damn! You are huge down here! You've got ten times more meat than all the other guys combined. Does that make any difference in the competition?"

"No, Uncle Morris says it doesn't count for anything. He's always trying to squeeze it down so it doesn't look so big."

"Well, if it doesn't count one way or the other, why is he even worried about it?"

"Well, I don't know exactly."

"Damn! I personally think what you're packing down there SHOULD count in your favor. I would be very proud if I were you. Your meat looks good in the shower, but it also looks real good when it bulges so big inside those posing trunks. Look, it's starting to swell up right now as the two of us are talking about it! Damn!"

"Well, thank you. I guess I am kind of proud of it. I can hardly see down to my feet when it bulges out like this."

After the show was over, Rodney said, "Cody, would you come over to my house? My parents are out of town for the weekend. I'm in trouble with the coach, and I'm in trouble with our principal and also with Father Doolan at the church. I need your help with something.

The idea of helping out the team quarterback in return for the help he had received from him at the competition was again very flattering to Cody."

"Let me ask Uncle Morris. I would love to come over to your house."

Uncle Morris gave his approval and even drove Cody over to Rodney's house. He did not ask about whether the boy's parents were home or not. But he was happy for Cody that the captain of the football team was becoming the boy's close friend.

"You said you were in trouble with the coach?" Cody asked Rodney.

"Yes," said Rodney. "It's kind of a long story but I AM in trouble with the coach, and also with the principal as well as with the priest at my church."

"How did that happen?"

"Well, remember when we were hazing the new recruits on the football team? The freshmen?"

"I wasn't there that night," said Cody. "I had a bodybuilding show the next day and I couldn't come."

"Well, it was a good thing you didn't come," said Rodney. "Us older guys got into a lot of trouble. We did some weird things to the new recruits and somebody snitched on us. The counselors and the principal found out about it and they made us go for counseling about hazing. I went to see the high school counselors and then I went to confession at the church. Father Doolan came down on me real hard."

"What did Father Doolan say?" asked Cody. Cody was not Catholic and didn't fully understand about confession.

"Well, he assigned me the usual penances. But one thing he said really made a difference to me. He told me that I need to think about how I would feel if somebody did the same things to me. I've thought about it a lot and now I feel like maybe I need get my own punishment. Would you help me pay the price for what I did, Cody?"

"Well, I don't know what you mean," said Cody.

"Let's go down in the basement," said Rodney.

"Do you mean that you WANT ME TO HAZE YOU?", asked Cody as the boys walked downstairs into the dark room. "You'll have to show me how to do it."

"Well, it started out with us making the freshmen strip down to their underwear and then get on their hands and knees.  Like this," said Rodney. And then Rodney took off all his clothes except his underpants and got down on hands and knees in front of Cody.

"Ha, ha, you look funny like that," said Cody

"Well, it wasn't funny," said Rodney. "We told them to do some really weird things but most of them refused to do it.  About eight of us pulled our cocks out of our pants and we told them we were going to slap their faces with our cocks."

"Oh," said Cody. But he didn't say anything else. He just looked quizzically at Rodney.

"But one of the boys did exactly what I told him to do. He put his face in front of me just like this. Then he reached for my cock and put it in his mouth and started sucking, even while the other guys were staring at him."

"Did you let him suck on it?"

"Well, it happened so fast and it looked like he wanted everyone to see him on his knees sucking dick. He reached over like this." Rodney then reached over and unzipped Cody's jeans. Then he slipped Cody's cock out of his underwear so it was right in front of his head.

"Oh Cody, make me pay for what I did. Stick that big cock inside my mouth!"

Cody was shocked and didn't make a move; however, he offered no resistance as Rodney took the giant meat into his hands and then into his mouth. Rodney began to suck on the cock and it was not long before Cody got hard.

"Cody, has anyone ever done this before for you?"

"No, not really. Not when I'm awake. But Uncle Morris sometimes comes in my room when I'm asleep and sucks on it. I don't wake up when this happens so I don't really know about it."

"Do you get hard when Uncle Morris sucks on you?"

"Oh yes. He sucks me after he's gone out drinking with his friends. He sucks really good after he's been drinking. I shoot juice in his mouth and then he goes away. But like I said, I'm not really sure about any of this because I am always asleep and I don't know if this really happens."

"I'm gonna suck you much better than Uncle Morris does."

Rodney then began to service Cody's meat. First he moved his tongue up and down the length of the meat and then around its fat circumference. Then he sucked the giant balls. Then he took the huge penis into his mouth and sucked on the the head. Cody got extremely hard immediately. Every part of his enormous endowment swole up to massive dimensions. Rodney experienced difficulty in maneuvering the large penis because of its size.

To help Rodney out, Cody placed his hands on the back of Rodney's head and guided him.

"Go deeper," said Cody. "Open your mouth wider and go deeper."

"I don't know how deep I can go."

Cody ran his fingers through Rodney's hair and guided him slowly and smoothly. He encouraged Rodney with a soft tone of voice.

"Look, you're making progress," said Cody. "You're half way down already. Now suck slowly and work it inside a little bit at a time."

The smooth suction was a deep pleasure for both men and they took their time. Cody was now receiving a strong, smooth blow job which gave him pleasure from the top of his enormous member all the way to the bottom. Rodney's throat was relaxing and Rodney was getting a full feeding, deeper and deeper.

When Rodney came up for air, he simply looked up at the beautiful teenager and said nothing. He was in heaven. Then he went diligently back to work on the giant cock.

After a while, Rodney changed gears in an abrupt manner.

"Slap my face," he yelled out. "Slap my face back and forth with that piece of meat."

Cody hesitated but did what his partner asked. Rodney crouched in front of him and begged for punishment.

"Talk dirty to me and slap my face with that monster!"

It was strange to Cody that the most popular athlete in his school was acting like this. He tried to process all this inside his head. He thought about Rodney's confession to the priest. Maybe the priest wanted Rodney to do this, but the whole experience seemed weird to Cody.

"Here," said Cody. "I'm slapping my cock all over your face. Is that what you want?"

"Yes. Keep slapping my face with your cock."

This continued for several minutes. Eventually Rodney begged like a hungry animal.

"Put it back inside my mouth," yelled Rodney. "I need that dick back in my mouth."

Cody shoved his meat back inside Rodney's mouth and Rodney sucked him aggressively. Rodney was sucking hard. Rodney seemed like he wanted the juices from inside of Cody's cock.

Then Rodney changed gears again.  "We told the recruits that they had to kiss our asses!" he said.

"Oh, don't worry about that," said Cody. "People say "kiss my ass" all the time but it doesn't mean anything."

"But we backed our asses up against their faces. We humiliated them. Turn around, Cody! Let me show you how we humiliated them."  Then Rodney reached for Cody's hips and rotated the teenager's torso so that Cody's ass was right in front of Rodney's mouth. Then Rodney moved his lips toward Cody's huge glute muscles.

Cody jumped but he didn't pull away. He gave way to Rodney who was kissing the muscles of his huge, muscular rear end. 

Now it was Cody who made the next move. Cody realized that, when Rodney wasn't acting weird, the things he was doing felt extremely good. Cody had never been serviced in this particular way, but somehow he knew that it would feel good to have his partner's tongue right in the middle of his rear end.

Cody pulled his own ass muscles apart with his hands.

"As long as you're back there," he said. "Put your tongue right in the middle."

Rodney did as he was told.

As Cody continued to pull his glute muscles apart as wide as possible, Rodney's tongue approached the hole. First Rodney licked up and down the ass crack, then he went to the hole. He kissed it externally, but then Cody moaned and pulled his cheeks apart even wider and invited his partner inside. With excellent technique, Rodney dove deep inside and moved his tongue in and out, at first slowly but very soon in a forceful manner. Cody kept pulling himself open wider and wider for the deepest possible entry. Both boys were in heaven again.

Cody felt a new kind of excitement he had never felt before and Rodney proceeded in a manner that gave the impression he had been doing this for years. The two young men stayed in this position for ten minutes or more, but then Rodney got weird again.

"Then we told them we were gonna piss all over them!," yelled Rodney. "Us players were all in our jock straps and we threatened to pull our meat out and piss on 'em."

"Oh brother!" sighed Cody. "I should have figured this was coming next. Well, we might as well get this over with!"

So Cody grabbed his own cock, stepped back a little bit, and started pissing all over Rodney who crouched on the floor and "took it like a man."

Finally, when Cody was done pissing on Rodney, he put his jeans back on, zipped himself up, and walked upstairs and into the front yard. He needed a break.

Rodney lay on the floor. "Now I've paid my dues. Father Doolan will think I did the right thing. But just in case, maybe we need to do this again next weekend."