m/m Deano, Again: A Muscle University Story (Deano Story 3)

[muscleaddict]

1 hour ago, Musbicur3333 said:

This whole series is just awesome.  Great imagination and descriptions.

Thank you, mate. Glad you're enjoying it. 

[DStal]

Always look forward to your posts @muscleaddict, even if I continue to be envious of Deano

[muscleaddict]

20 minutes ago, DStal said:

Always look forward to your posts @muscleaddict, even if I continue to be envious of Deano

Thanks, mate! Deano would probably be baffled at the idea of anyone being jealous of him. 

[DStal]

3 hours ago, muscleaddict said:

Thanks, mate! Deano would probably be baffled at the idea of anyone being jealous of him. 

Right now I'll settle for trying to look like him

[DawnFire98]

16 minutes ago, DStal said:

Right now I'll settle for trying to look like him

And you look crazy awesome if I may say so

[tboh86]

I really loved the last couple of chapters @muscleaddict, especially the last one. I was stuck reading every detail and it shows that great writing about something involving muscles and hot bodies does not necessarily need excessive drama and sex to keep us muscle-hungry readers entertained! The slow development of the story and tension is sooo captivating! I can't wait for Deano and Ozzie to have a private posedown. I loved the fact that Ozzie offered Deano to use his shiny purple posing trunks! That was soooo bold and hot from him! I can't also wait for further comments about Deano's plump and muscular arse. I'm sure that now with the extra muscle put on and level of conditioning it looks even better, almost making his velvet posing trunks look filled out and tighter!

[muscleaddict]

20 minutes ago, tboh86 said:

I really loved the last couple of chapters @muscleaddict, especially the last one. I was stuck reading every detail and it shows that great writing about something involving muscles and hot bodies does not necessarily need excessive drama and sex to keep us muscle-hungry readers entertained! The slow development of the story and tension is sooo captivating! I can't wait for Deano and Ozzie to have a private posedown. I loved the fact that Ozzie offered Deano to use his shiny purple posing trunks! That was soooo bold and hot from him! I can't also wait for further comments about Deano's plump and muscular arse. I'm sure that now with the extra muscle put on and level of conditioning it looks even better, almost making his velvet posing trunks look filled out and tighter!

Thanks so much @tboh86 - I'm glad you're still enjoying it. I honestly wasn't sure how popular that last chapter would be for the exact reasons you've mentioned but it seems like people enjoyed it. Needless to say there's more Ozzie and Deano banter and interaction coming up! 

[muscleaddict]

Fifteen

There’s this awesome fucking buzz for the rest of the afternoon and early evening. Everyone seems to be in really high spirits. All six of us students and the three lecturers. It’s like any bad feelings between anyone have been temporarily forgotten. 

After the presentation and guest posing, we head out to sit in the audience and watch the rest of the show, where Mitchell “The Machine” Murray shocks the entire audience with his crazy conditioning, freaky size and obscene vascularity, before going on to beat the legend, Felix King, to first place.

Dad has text to tell me he and Josh watched the live stream on my brother’s laptop. He even included a “Good work, son”. Bloody hell! And no sarcastic jokes or negative comments either. Oh and Shaun text me too to tell me he “loved the head-to-head most muscular with Ozzie” with two crying face emoji’s. I haven't heard anything more from Adam Lloyd. Not that I was expecting to.

We briefly head back to our rooms then all of us head out to this big pizza place in the city in the evening. Attracting looks from pretty much everyone we come into contact with. Not helped by the fact that we’re all bronzed from the competition tan. It feels like it’s been the perfect last day in Chicago. One that I won’t be forgetting in a hurry. Probably ever.

As we’re finishing up eating, I hear Ash and the third years talking about some club night. Then he hands me his phone to show me and Mafra something. A post advertising some club here in Chicago with some DJ playing whose name I recognise and who I’m pretty sure is fairly well known. I’d probably just be happy going back to the hotel, but now the idea is out there, I’m actually kind of up for it. It might be fun to go clubbing when I’m bronzed and shredded with five other fellow bodybuilders. That’s if the invitation extends to Ozzie, who’s currently bulging out of a tight black t-shirt and has barely annoyed me at all today. And if he’ll actually come of course. He’s not exactly been desperate to hang out with his fellow third years so far. I still don’t actually know what happened between him and his supposed former friend Kieran. Ozzie and Keiran friends? I just can’t see it. The notion almost baffles me.

“What are you boys up to now then?” Johnny asks us as we’re finishing up. Keiran tells him about the club they've found and the DJ Johnny has no clue about. I look over at Ozzie to see his reaction. He’s chewing on the inside of his mouth, not giving a huge amount away. Would he be bothered if we all just went off clubbing without him? I know he’d never show that he was bothered. But that doesn’t mean to say he wouldn’t be.

Walker tells us not to go too crazy and reminds us we have to check out tomorrow morning to catch the ten-hour flight back to Glasgow. When we all start getting ready to leave, Connell speaks up. “You coming, Ozzie?”

I feel this unexpected warmth. I look over at Ozzie. He’s looking directly at Kieran. “You should come,” Keiran says. There’s this slight tension. I have no idea what Ozzie’s about to say or do. Is he really THAT stubborn? Then Ozzie looks at me. “All right,” he says, in his strong Welsh accent. Okay - so this is happening. Ozzie in a club? Ozzie drinking? Jesus. I have no fucking idea what’s about to unfold, but I’m weirdly sort of excited to find out. I think I might even be strangely sort of happy that he’s coming with us. It's probably just to have an extra person there who I'm sort of friends with. I mean, I’m not exactly best mates with Kieran and Connell am I? 

Half an hour later we’re queuing up outside a dingy looking basement club. The fucking looks and stares the six of us are getting are hilarious. There seems to be a bit of a group divide. Ash, Kieran and Connell in front and me, Mafra and Ozzie behind. It was kind of like that in the pizza place too.

“Scary Brazilian!” Ozzie says excitedly, putting both hands on Mafra’s shoulders and squeezing him. “The plan worked!” 

Mafra turns to me with a confused look on his face. Then back to Ozzie. He's smirking though. “What?!” 

“To get Little Dude to be cockier on stage!” Ozzie says with a cheeky grin. His bronzed arms look crazy in that tight black t-shirt. I’ve already noticed a few girls looking at him. Oh God. I’m gonna have to watch Ozzie getting off with some fucking girl tonight, aren’t I?

“Errrr … when the hell did that happen?” I ask.

“In the head-to-head most muscular!”

I screw my face up. “I wasn’t cocky.”

Ozzie laughs. “Little Dude - your face was RIGHT in front of mine. You definitely showed a bit of attitude!” Then he screws and scrunches up his face to imitate me, which I can’t help finding funny. “You could have been even cockier though. Obviously!”

I turn to Mafra. “Hang on - did you two plan that?”

Mafra gives me a look. “No!” he says firmly as Ozzie lets out a childlike chuckle. I don’t think there’s anyone who laughs at Ozzie as much as he does.

We’re at the front of the queue now near the entrance of the club. Keiran, Ash and Connell are in. “Next time we're on stage together - we’re doing that head-to-head most muscular again, Little Dude,” Ozzie says. “Only that time, you’re sticking your tongue out!”

I side-eye Ozzie and roll my eyes. And now I’m faced with the big, beefy bouncer, who’s looking down at me.

“Have you got some ID?”

Wait - what? I see Mafra disappear into the club. “I’m with them!” I say, pointing to the entrance.

“I’m gonna need to see some ID.”

I look at Ozzie. Is this some kind of joke?

“We’re all the same age!” I say, defensively.

“You don’t look twenty-one, dude.”

For fuck’s sake. Is this actually happening? 

“Have you not got a driver’s license?” Ozzie asks. I shake my head.

“Your passport!” Ozzie cries.

I give him a look. “Funnily enough I didn’t bring it out with me!”

“It’s an over-21 club. I can’t let you in without ID,” the bouncer says. What the fuck?! 

“Oh come on, mate,” Ozzie says to the bouncer. “Of course he’s twenty-one. Look how jacked he is!”

“I was doing bodybuilding competitions at the age of sixteen,” he says, flatly. This guy is not fucking budging, is he?

“Looks like it got you really far!” Ozzie says sarcastically. What the - I look at him wide-eyed.

“Right - YOU are definitely not coming in after that!” the bouncer says sternly, pointing at Ozzie.

I glare at my fellow Montgomery student. Fucking nice one, Ozzie! We move to the side and out of the queue and start to walk away.

“What the fuck?!” I cry. “How can they ID me but not no else? That’s bullshit!” I get my phone out and start texting Mafra to tell him what's happened.

“Come on. Let’s go get your passport,” Ozzie says.

“What are you gonna do though? They’re not gonna let you in after that!”

Ozzie screws his face up. “I ain't bothered, Little Dude! I wasn’t even that fussed about coming out.” We start to walk away from the club. “Let’s just get your passport from the hotel. I’ll walk back to the club with you if you want.”

I look over at Ozzie, surprised. Now I’m smiling a little. Why would he do that? 

I clear my throat. “Ummm. Yeah - there’s just one problem with that plan.” I look at Ozzie with a pointed look. He's looking back at me confused. “Oh shit,” he says, clarity forming on his face. “You’re not twenty-one yet?”

I give him a look as if to say, “Bingo!”

“Sorry, dude!”

I shrug. “It’s not your fault.” I let out a sigh. “Shall we just … go to a bar or something?”

Ozzie agrees, and ten or so minutes later I’m standing at the bar in a darkly lit pub which looked a lot better from the outside asking the barman for a vodka and coke.

“You got any ID on you?”

Oh, you have GOT to be fucking kidding me! What do under-21’s DO around here? There must be some places that aren’t this strict. I bet gay places aren’t like this. I have a fleeting thought. Would Ozzie be up for going to a gay pub? I'm pretty sure he'd get a kick out of the attention he'd no doubt receive. Even if it was coming from lads. I groan at the barman. “Fine - I’ll have a coke!”

Ozzie orders one too. “You can have a proper drink if you want!” I tell him. He just shrugs like he’s not bothered. “What’s the point in drinking by myself?”

I don’t respond, thinking about the numerous times I drank alone back home in Brighton last summer. 

“Little Dude - what the fuck are we doing?” Ozzie suddenly exclaims.

I look at him, confused. “We guest posed at the McCarthy fucking Classic today. And now we’re in some … shitty pubs drinking cokes?”

The barman puts our drinks down on the bar in front of us. “Sorry, mate," Ozzie says. "Change of plan!”

The barman looks as baffled as I do. Ozzie nods towards the door of the pub and I follow him, not having a clue what he’s up to, but admittedly not being too bothered about being dragged away.

“Where are we going?!”

Ozzie’s got this big, mischievous grin on his face. It’s like he’s suddenly come alive. All animated and excited. About what I have no fucking idea.

“You know that famous Instagram video with the two bodybuilders in the supermarket? They’ve got their tops off and pulling down their trousers and flexing in the aisles and everyone’s crowding around to watch?”

“Erm … NO?!” I cry.

“No - because it doesn’t exist.” His mouth curls into a big grin and he raises his eyebrows at me. Yet!”

I narrow my eyes at him. “You can’t be serious?”

“Oh I’m SO fucking serious, Little Dude!” he says, with an excited grin on his face.

For some reason, I’m smiling back. Maybe it’s because I fully believe that Seth “Ozzie” Osman would do EXACTLY what he’s proposing.

“There’s no way I’m doing that,” I say, flatly.

Ozzie tips his head and groans. “Little Dude! Where’s your sense of adventure?” He pauses and looks up at a shop that looks like a mini supermarket. “This one’ll do!” (Note - I think these are called "mini-marts" in the US? Deano wouldn't use that term though.) 

I just gawp at him, my mouth hung open. He puts a bronzed, veiny hand on my shoulder and squeezes it. “Let’s go break the Internet, Little Dude!” And before I have a chance to respond, Ozzie’s hand is off my shoulder and he’s walking into the store, his lats bulging out of his tight black t-shirt and those thick arse cheeks looking outrageous in his tight jeans.

“I am NOT being a part of this!” I say, when I catch up to him.

“Well, you gotta be my cameraman at least!”

I shake my head, following him as he wanders down a fruit and veg aisle. Some middle-aged woman gives us a weirded-out look when she sees us. She actually looks scared at the sight of us.

We turn a corner and find ourselves in an empty aisle. Ozzie takes his phone out and hands it to me. And then … he’s not. Yep - he is! He’s lifting his tight black t-shirt over his head. His crazy, bronzed, shredded abs appear as the black cotton material is peeled off his body. And then his pecs are out. Jesus fucking Christ. Thick and bronzed and twitching. Fuck! 

I widen my eyes at him and look around. No one seems to be looking. But someone could come round the corner or just walk past the aisle and see us at any moment. 

“You are fucking mental!” I say as he tucks his t-shirt into the waistband of his jeans. But I’m sort of strangely getting a kick out of this.

“Start filming then!” he orders. I shake my head and hold Ozzie’s phone up. Yep. This is happening. Ozzie brings both arms up in one quick motion until his bronzed biceps and bulging and veiny forearms are popping. Jesus!

“WOAH! What the fuck?!”

I turn around to see two college frat bro-type lads walking up the aisle towards us. Ozzie’s gives me a wide-eyed signal to keep filming.

“You dudes are fucking JACKED!”

“Thank you, mate!” Ozzie says. And before I know it, the two lads are taking it in turns to flex next to Ozzie while the other takes pictures. One asks Ozzie if he’s Swedish because of his accent which is fucking hilarious.

“Can you take one of me and my mate?” Ozzie says to one of the lads. Oh God! Ozzie takes his phone off me and gives it to one of the guys, giving me this big excited, wide-eyed grin.

“Come on, dude - get in there!” one of the lads says to me. For fuck’s sake. I’m gonna kill Ozzie for this.

I stand next to Ozzie and now that I've turned around, I can see a gathering of spectators at the end of the aisle. “Take your t-shirt off then!” Ozzie orders, with this cheeky grin.

ARGH! Am I actually gonna do this? Fuck it. I take my t-shirt off and both of the American lads react with shocked gasps and “Fuck!”’s. I can not believe I’m in the middle of an aisle of a supermarket (or whatever they’re called over here) without a shirt on.

“Let’s do a most muscular,” Ozzie says. 

And I can’t believe I’m now bloody flexing in the middle of that aisle. This is fucking mental. But I can’t deny what a massive fucking rush it all is. To be standing topless and flexing in a public place while I’m bronzed and jacked and shredded for an awe-stricken audience next to a fellow bronzed shredded bodybuilder, whose elbow is now touching mine as we stand side by side squeezing out most musculars for a pair of college frat bros and an ever-growing audience at the bottom of the aisle. I would have NEVER done this by myself.

“Oh shit!” Ozzie says, then nudges me with his elbow. I look to the crowd at the bottom of the aisle to see a woman pointing at us. A scary looking security guard and another stern guy standing next to him. The store manager maybe?

The frat bros turn around just as the security guard and the other guy start walking towards us.

“Guys - get out of here!” one of the frat bros says amused, handing Ozzie back his phone. I look at Ozzie who doesn’t seem to know what to do. He gives me a wide-eyed look, and now we're just walking away in the opposite direction. As soon as we turn the corner, we start running. Which feels … completely ridiculous and is probably not necessary AT ALL because I highly doubt you can get arrested for flexing topless in a supermarket but we’re doing it anyway. We’re running out of the store and looking at each other and laughing like a pair of naughty fucking school boys. Of all the things I had expected to do on this trip, this definitely wasn’t one of them.

We stop on the street when we’ve turned a corner. I’m still fucking topless! Standing in the middle of the street with my bronzed torso hanging out. People gawping and staring as they walk past.

“You’re a fucking nutter,” I tell Ozzie as I put my t-shirt back on over my head. He’s grinning at me. This big cheeky grin on his bronzed boyish bad boy face. 

“Little Dude - you can't tell me you didn’t get a kick out of that!” Ozzie says when we're entering our hotel room a little later.

I give him a pointed look. But I’m smirking too. “Haven’t we moved past that nickname?” I ask, sitting on my bed and getting my phone out.

“You didn’t like Tank Arse!” he exclaims.

I shake my head, not looking up at him.

“Oh fuck! Deano - these videos are awesome!” he cries, with a little laugh. He comes over and perches down on my bed next to where my feet are, his head buried in his phone. 

“We gotta post these on Instagram!” he cries, holding his phone out. I drop my own phone, take Ozzie’s and swivel around so I’m sitting next to him. His jacked bronzed muscle right there bulging out of his black t-shirt. 

I press play on the video on his phone and see Ozzie flexing next to one of the frat boys. His physique looks fucking amazing on film. I’m smirking and shaking my head.

“Seen the one of you?” Ozzie says. He reaches over (his bronzed veiny hand right there) and swipes to find the one which includes me. I look at him and he’s got this warm smile on his face. I turn back to the phone and watch the video of me and Ozzie squeezing most musculars side by side. And I feel this unexpected warmth. And now I’m laughing, because we’re looking to the side of the camera with these expressions on our faces and then I hear one of the frat bro's say, “Guys - get out of here!” Ha! Ozzie’s leaning in, watching and grinning.

“You’re not gonna upload that last bit are you?”

“Yeah! That’s the best part!” he says. He’s smiling back at me. His bronzed face right there. Those too big eyes. That cute boyish nose. I feel my chest tighten. And then his face becomes more serious. His eyes drop slightly. And it suddenly feels like there’s this tension. It’s, like, something’s happening. What the fuck?

Ozzie takes his phone off me. Everything suddenly feels weirdly tense. He starts playing with it, without saying a word. And then - what the fuck - in one swift motion, and still without a word, Ozzie just throws his phone to his bed on the other side of the room. Like some kind of lunatic.

“What was that for?” I ask him, totally confused.

And then he turns to me. This look on his face. What the - wait - and now he’s fucking lunged forward and oh my God - he’s kissing me! Seth fucking “Ozzie” Osman is kissing me! His lips on mine. Is this actually fucking happening? 

He pulls away from me. Oh my fucking God. He’s literally never looked hotter. His bronzed skin. Those too big eyes staring at me. That hot bad boy face. And that fucking muscle. That huge jacked short-arsed muscle. His huge arms and wide shoulders and thick chest just there. He’s just looking at me. Almost like he’s trying to gauge a reaction. His eyes go down to my lips. Surely he’s going to kiss me again? Something surges through me. I don’t wait for Ozzie to make the next move. Because I’m doing it myself. I lunge forward and we’re kissing again. And it’s passionate. And energetic. And horny as hell. Oh my fucking GOD it’s horny. His lips. His mouth. It’s like … fuck … we can’t kiss each other enough. 

And now Ozzie’s on top of me. Fucking sitting on top of me. And my hands are running up his back. And down to his arms. Jesus fucking Christ his arms. Huge and thick and bronzed. And I'm squeezing them. And his hands are on my back. And all the time we’re kissing. And it's still so horny. So. Fucking. Horny.

I can’t believe this is happening. This guy has spent the past three days annoying the hell out of me. Singing at me. Making up ridiculous nicknames for me. Winding me the fuck up. And now his tongue is in my mouth. Now his chest is pressed against mine. Now I’m squeezing his thick pumped lats through his t-shirt. And now he’s pulling up my t-shirt, and I’m pulling up his. And fuck those abs. Those insanely hot and unique looking cobblestone shaped abs which have made me hard so many times already. Bronzed and shredded and now right in fucking front of me. 

He smirks at me as I pull his t-shirt over his head. The hottest little smirk. Because who am I kidding? Ozzie IS fucking hot. And he’s just been made hotter. Because his thick beautiful balloon pecs are now on display and bulging right in front of me. My hands run up those deep shredded abs. Oh my fucking God. I’ve felt shredded abs before. But these are something fucking else. And now my hands are on his pecs. That thick pumped muscle. Fuuuuck. My hard on judders in my jeans. I honestly feel like Ozzie’s pecs alone could make me cum. If I felt and squeezed them for long before, I’m sure my dick would explode. That I’d just fucking cum. Ozzie’s thick balloon-like tits would make me cum in my fucking pants. No penetration or touching involved. 

He tenses his pecs. The muscles squeeze together. My dick judders and pre-cums. Fuuuuuck. He’s driving me crazy. Seth “Ozzie” Osman and his thick flexing pecs are driving me fucking insane!

And now he’s lifting his arms up and he’s pursing his lips, and I’m smirking and shaking my head as he gives me this cocky smirk and my arms slip down to his flexed bronzed bulging biceps and I let out a loud groan as I feel the hard muscle under my fingertips. And he’s flexing more. Flexing harder! He just starts fucking flexing HARD. Those croquet ball biceps blowing up under my fingers. The veins are practically pulsating. Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

“Fucking hell, Deano!” Ozzies cries. He stops flexing and lunges his face towards mine. Kissing me so fucking hard and passionately. His torso crashes into mine and we fall back on the bed. His thick balloon pecs and shredded abs against mine. Hands going fucking everywhere. Feeling the bumps and mounds of muscle under his soft bronzed skin. Hot to the touch and sticky. I bury my face in his hot thick neck and he starts popping open the buttons of my jeans. Like he can’t get them off fast enough.

And now he’s fucking peeling them off. He looks up at me and we exchange smiles. Fuck. Is this what Ozzie’s been thinking about all this time? Has he been thoughts about kissing and flexing his biceps for me before tearing my fucking jeans off? And I had no fucking idea. All this time and I didn’t have a clue. 

And now he’s fucking yanking at the waistband of my boxers. Fuck. He’s wasting no time. It’s like he can’t wait for another fucking second and - HOLY FUCKING SHIT - he’s just fucking sucking on my cock. Hard and fast. Oh my fucking God. He lets out this almost animalistic growl and I immediately laugh. Because it’s funny but it’s so fucking HOT! 

Looking down and seeing this jacked bronzed bodybuilder fucking devouring my cock. His muscles bulging. I put my hand on his shoulder blades. His bronzed skin hot to the touch. This boy is so fucking hot. He’s like a horn crazed bodybuilder who can’t get enough of my dick and just wants to make me fucking cum. I run my hands up to the back of his head. My hands running over his flat neatly cut mohawk. I groan and tip my head back. Fucking make me cum, Ozzie. Make me fucking shoot my load. But then he stops. And now his face at back in line with mine and he's kissing me hard again. His pecs and abs squashed up against mine. My hands on his back. Squeezing his thick pumped lats as his tongue engulfs my mouth. Jesus Christ. This is fucking incredible. I don’t know what it is. It’s like there’s this energy between us. I mean, the sex with Harry the Bouncer was hot. But it was nothing like this. This is just something fucking else entirely. The way his skin feels. The touch of his huge bulging muscle on mine. His fucking mouth and tongue and lips. Fucking. Hell.

I start tugging on the waistband of his jeans and he helps me pull them down until he’s fully naked. And oh my God. His cock. It’s just so … aesthetic. It’s like the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen. I don’t know how else to describe it. 

I move down and start sucking Ozzie’s cock. He shifts and somehow he ends up positioning himself so he can suck mine at the same time. And holy fuck. This. Is. So. Fucking. Horny. Two bronzed and shredded bodybuilders sucking each other's cocks at the same time. I know I’m not gonna be able to do this for long. I know I’m gonna fucking blow soon. But then Ozzie pulls his lips away. 

“Oh God!” Ozzie groans. “Deano - I want you to fuck me!”

What the - did he seriously just say that? He’s shifting on the bed. He looks me in the eyes. “Wanna fuck me, Deano?”

Fucking. HELL.

He’s got this look on his face. His mouth curls into a smirk. He’s being serious. He’s actually being serious. Before I know it, Ozzie’s on all fours and I’m mounting him. He reaches his arm around and grabs my cock. I can not believe this is happening. But it is. Ozzie’s bent over in front of me. His bronzed lats bulging out. His thick muscled arse stuck in the air. And he’s pushing my cock against his hole.

“I need that fucking cock in me!” he cries.

WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK? 

I can’t believe this is happening. My dick is pushing up against Ozzie. He’s bent over before me on my hotel bed. And then he lets out this loud groan as I push and I’m fucking inside him. Oh my God. I’m inside Seth “Ozzie” Osman. I’m fucking Seth “Ozzie” Osman. My dick inside the tight hole of his hot muscled arsed. His big thick hard glutes are being pounded. By me! And he’s groaning like I’ve never heard anyone groan before. 

“Do it harder!” he cries.

FUCKING HELL. I pound faster and harder, running my hands over his beautiful bronzed back. Squeezing his thick pumped lats. Running them up to his shoulders. I’m fucking pounding this boy with the most beautiful body. And he’s groaning and moaning as I’m filling up his hole.

“Fuck!” he cries out, and then he takes his hands off the bed and positions himself upright, bringing his body to mine. The smell of him hits me. This hot, masculine scent. It’s so fucking hot. And now my torso is pushed up against his beautiful back. The back of his head right in front of my face. He turns around and kisses me. All the time I'm still inside him. And now my face is buried into his hot thick neck. Fuck. And my hands rub round to his torso. Feeling the crazy bumps of muscle that make up his freaky shredded abs. Up to his chest to find those thick cushions of pec meat ballooning off him. Oh God, those pecs. I fucking squeeze. All the time pounding him. All the time inside of him. 

Ozzie tenses and his pecs balloon and harden under my fingertips. Oh fuck. Fuck those fucking pecs. Hands going everywhere. Squeezing his insane chest. Feeling his crazy abs. My dick pounding his hole. I’m gonna cum. My face and mouth buried into his hot sticky neck. I’m gonna fucking cum! Ozzie grunts and squeezes his pecs hard and the muscle balloons and erupts in my hands and I’M FUCKING CUMMING. Inside Seth “Ozzie” Osman. I’m cumming inside his huge thick arse. The arse of a beautifully bronzed bodybuilder who’s shredded and jacked and pumped to fucking fuck. Who’s groaning and shouting animalistic and orgasmic screams of pleasure. 

And whose bronzed sticky body I’m still gripping on to as I catch my breath. And now I’m fucking laughing. My face is buried in Ozzie’s shoulder blades, and I can’t stop fucking laughing. And he starts laughing too. Because that was so fucking hot. But this is absurd. Absolutely ridiculous. Because I just had the hottest fucking sex with Seth “Ozzie” Osman.

What the actual fuck?

[DennisFLL]

Ozzie and Deano Get It On!  Partners on stage doing their most-musculars, and then partners in bed.  And sex with lots of affection.  MA, I'm still trying to catch my breath!  So well done.  

[crushme99]

17 hours ago, DStal said:

Right now I'll settle for trying to look like him

From your avatar pic, it sure looks like you are on your way.  Would love to see more.