muscle-posing M/M "The Twenty" - A Muscle Novel in Progress: Chapter 20 - Pose and Approve: Further Encounters, Part 2

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"The Twenty" - A Muscle Novel in Progress. Precis, Introduction, Chapters 1 & 2

 

"The Twenty" - A Muscle Novel in Progress. Chapters 3, 4, 5 - White Cap Training / Hardcore Muscle / A Brief History of Casey Rockland

 

"The Twenty" - A Muscle Novel in Progress. Chapter 6

 

"The Twenty" - A Muscle Novel in Progress. Chapters 7, 8 - Hardcore Training, Part 1 / Tiffany's Talent

 

"The Twenty" - A Muscle Novel in Progress - Chapters 9, 10 - Good for Morale

 

"The Twenty" - A Muscle Novel in Progress - Chapter 11: Casey Meets the Muscle Squad

 

"The Twenty" Chapter 12, Part 1: A Very Turkish Wrestling Match

 

"The Twenty" - Chapter 12: Part 2 Casey vs. Karim Abdul: A Very Turkish Wrestling Match

 

"The Twenty" - Chapter 13: After the Match

 

"The Twenty" - Chapter 14: In Which Casey Discovers He Likes to Get Worshipped

 

"The Twenty" - Chapter 15: Casey's First Interview with Sergeant Moster

 

"The Twenty" - A Muscle Novel in Progress. Chapter 16 - Hardcore Training Part 2: Casey’s First Herculaneum Workout, and What Happened After

"The Twenty" - A Muscle Novel in Progress - Chapter 17 - The Presentation

"The Twenty" - A Muscle Novel in Progress - Chapter 18 - The Musclemen Revealed: Inside Zaftig's Lab

"The Twenty" - A Muscle Novel in Progress - Chapter 19 - Further Encounters, Part 1

"The Twenty" - A Muscle Novel in Progress: Chapter 21 - Sam and Casey

"The Twenty" - A Muscle Novel in Progress: Chapter 22 - Field Trips for Worship, Part 1

"The Twenty" - Chapter 23 - Field Trips, Part 2 – Casey Rediscovers Muscle Worship, and Makes a New Friend

 

 

Chapter 20

Pose and Approve: Further Encounters, Part 2

 

February 10^th, 2022

2050 Hours

 

Alvarez, already shirtless and oiling himself up, answered the knock on his door. Naturally, it was Lang.

 

“Right on time. Come on in,” he said.

 

Lang came in, babbling with his usual over-the-top excitement that preceded every Pose and Approve session.

 

“So what do you think the brass thought?” he asked eagerly as he pulled off his t-shirt. Alvarez tossed a bottle of heated mineral oil to his buddy, who uncapped it and began to smear oil onto his muscles as well.

 

“Did you see that old Admiral Whatsisname? Jesus, he looked awesomely  p i s s e d    o f f,  man! And what about all those other dudes? Didja hear them? Didja hear them groaning?? Dude! D’ya think they all creamed their pants?”

 

“Of course they did. They always do. It’s the guaranteed effect.”  Alvarez sighed, oiling his triceps, shaking his head. "It's why we're here, man. It's the only reason."

 

Lang laughed excitedly, working the oil into his muscles. “Man, those dudes ain’t never seen muscle like ours before, right? Right?” He flexed powerful biceps and nodded into one of the room’s full-length mirrors with a frowning sneer. “Asshole dudes never seen guns like these, right?  pow!  bam!!”

 

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” muttered Alvarez.

 

Lang stared. He was suddenly quiet. Alvarez continued to oil himself up. He looked worried.

 

“What’d I say, dude?” Lang asked plaintively, his arms outstretched.

 

Alvarez walked over to him and stood nose to nose before him, the bulges in Alvarez’s jeans and Lang’s posers just touching. He reached around Lang to the back of his head and, guiding his face close, planted a deep kiss onto his perfect lips. He worked his tongue into Lang’s mouth, who responded deeply. Then he pulled back and gazed long and hard into Lang’s deep brown eyes.

 

“I’m sorry. Forget them,” he said reassuringly. “Let’s pose.”

 

“Yeah! Pose and approve!” shouted Lang, and then giggled apologetically, clamping his hand over his mouth in response to Alvarez’s stern look.

 

“Shut up. We don’t want everyone in here.”

 

“Sorry, dude.” 

 

“Tonight is just us.”

 

“Sorry, dude! Let’s rock!”

 

Both turned and looked at their reflection in Alvarez’s three-paneled mirror. Excepting Alvarez’s mustache, the two powerful musclemen were almost exact duplicates of one another: tall, dark, and handsome, with deep brown eyes, taut cheekbones and shiny black hair. Their ripped, 285-pound physiques were perfect symphonies of bulging muscle. Lang nodded and forgot all about the brass.

 

He did a crab crunch into the mirror. “Freakkkkyyy…” he muttered. “Swole. So swole.” His veins exploded with throbbing power.

 

Alvarez was undoing his belt, unzipping his zipper, working his tight jeans gradually down his ripped quads.

 

“Pose and approve time, man,” he said to Lang. “Pose and approve.” He picked up a remote and lowered the room’s lights, bringing up the glare of the overhead spotlight focused on the 15' posing dais in front of the mirrors.

 

“Yeah, man, let’s get to it!” Lang ripped off his clothes and stepped up onto the dais as Alvarez kicked away his jeans. Both men were now only barely covered with skimpy royal blue competition posing trunks with hundreds of bright spangles sewn onto the extra-large pouches. The spangles caught the light and glistened like small sapphires.

 

Alvarez stood before him. “You go first.”

 

For an instant, Lang was honored to be going first, as the unspoken law between them during their nightly mutual muscle worship sessions was that Alvarez always got to pose before he did. Tonight was apparently different; even so, Lang was instantly caught up in the sheer joy of his own reflection of muscular near-perfection, and he forgot it right away.

 

The muscleman stood quietly, his heavy arms around his back, his hands clasped. He waited. His ripped abs seemed to extend forever, cobbled fatless bricks laced with thick veins.  His cock poled out in his posers. But still he waited. Alvarez was always in charge of Pose and Approve.

 

“Go.”

 

“I’m fucking ….. awesummmmm…..” Lang moaned, loving himself. He slowly curled his huge body into a side biceps pose and turned his head to cockily grin at his reflection. Then he glanced uncertainly at Alvarez in the mirror. “Talk to me,” he demanded, but Alvarez knew he was really begging. “Tell me I’m huge.”

 

Alvarez was not about to let him down.

 

“Yeah, you’re huge, man,” whispered Alvarez with warm smoothness, and he shifted his weight, smoothing the small pools of oil onto his delts. “Those guns of yours look to be about 23 inches. Check out your fist. Motherfucking huge. You could seriously do some serious bare knuckle damage with a fist like that.” His muscles were now gleaming with oil.

 

Lang laughed joyfully. “I have, man! I’ve cleared a few barrooms in my day!”

“Punching out ba-a-a-d dudes with those fists?”

 

“Yeah, punching out the bad dudes! Check out these veins, man! They’re like super highways, man! Pumping, buddy. Pumpin’ it up for ya, man.” Lang pumped and flexed.

 

Alvarez capped the bottle, set it down, and turned back, rubbing his hands together. “Oh, yeah, man. That’s good. Nice. Big old motherfucking biceps. Flex those guns for me, man.”

 

“I’m flexing these guns for ya, bro. BOOM. Big muscle in the house,” he cried out joyfully.

 

“Yeah, I see you, man. Nice. Nice big muscles. Biggest muscleman on earth, man.”

 

“’Cept for you, bro. You’re bigger,” said Lang.

 

Alvarez stepped onto the dais under the spotlight, and standing between Lang and the mirror, smoothed hot oil onto Lang’s glistening pecs, stroking his muscles appreciatively.  They stood nose-to-nose, not six inches apart. Lang flexed powerful biceps.

 

“Don’t know about that.” Alvarez smoothly applied oil to the granite softballs of Lang’s peaks.

 

Lang stared at himself, transfixed. In his posing trunks his heavy cock was already pointing straight ahead. Alvarez clapped Lang’s huge biceps in his palms.

 

“Like fucking rocks.”

 

“Yeah, man, like fucking boulders, I know. Feel ‘em, man. Feel my muscles.” His eyes took in the mirror reflection of Alvarez’s awesome glutes.

 

“I’m there, man, doing your muscles for you, man.” Alvarez licked his pecs, kissed each bulging biceps, and lightly bit Lang’s nipples. Then he knelt, leaned in and whispered again, his face now level to Lang’s bulging crotch. His breath softly exploded onto Lang’s stiffening cockshaft appearing as his posing trunks poled heavily outward.  “You’re big, man. Real big.”

“I’m big, hunh?” asked Lang. Now that Alvarez was on his knees and not blocking his upper body reflection, he was gazing at himself with hypnotic eagerness.

 

“Motherfucking huge muscleman, dude.” Lang could feel Alvarez’s breath lightly exploding onto his junk. Still, he never looked away from his own reflection.

 

“So reward me, man. Reward me for my muscles. Reward me for this pose.”

 

“You got it, man. Here comes your reward.”

 

“Thanks, bro,” purred Lang, gazing now in rapture at the pointing peaks of his biceps, his tongue slightly hanging out. His buddy approved. He was in heaven. He’d taken first place in the show running in his head. He and his buddy.

 

“Just keep posing, man.” Alvarez gently opened his mouth and tenderly began to suck Lang’s big cock through his posing trunks. 

 

Lang glided into his next pose, a side-chest. And then a front lat spread. His pelvis pushed forward. His poser straining with cock.

 

The pose and approve ritual always began with each man wearing his posing trunks for as long as he could manage to keep them on.  They mentally pictured themselves on a competition stage, posing for overwhelmed judges and an audience of thousands of screaming fans, while under the lights, they were really posing only for each other, taking turns kneeling and occasionally bending and sucking each other’s erect cocks through their trunks. They fantasized no one else would be allowed to touch them. They’d turn and punch the lights out of anyone who dared.

 

But the reality was that anyone who wanted to suck their cocks could do so. With just a little begging.

 

After all, big musclemen deserve to get their cocks sucked.

 

Now Alvarez was licking the bobbing cockhead through the straining cloth, running his tongue up and down Lang’s piss slit. Then he deep-throated him, holding the giant cock tenderly in his warm mouth. He held it for 30 seconds. Above him, Lang gulped and continued to pose. Then Alvarez slowly slid his lips off the big dick. The bulging fabric of the bursting poser was wet with saliva. He looked up and winked at the grateful Lang.

 

“Big musclemen like you work hard,” he said with a quiet smile. “You pump those awesome muscles into unbelievable size. When you flex those muscles, it’s mind-blowing. You deserve a reward for all that hard work. You deserve to get your big cock sucked.”

 

“Thanks, man.”

 

“Don’t mention it, bro.” Alvarez ran his hands smoothly up and down Lang’s obliques, smacking his firm sides. He nodded, then looked up.

 

“You got a lat spread you want to show me, man?” He licked his buddy’s abs and waited.

 

“Comin’ up, “Lang breathed, and with a small explosion of breath, he grabbed the straps of his posers, pulled them taut, planted his fists into his obliques, and pumped his rocky pecs into their full mass. He spread his legs wide, the pouch of his posing trunks bulging forward with his fully erect 10-inch penis. Alvarez, still licking the washboard abs, stroked the cock with his thick fingers, glanced up and nodded. “Good lat spread. Great pecs. Lemme see you bounce ‘em. Show me, now.”

 

“Okay.” Lang began to bounce his flexing pecs back and forth in dance of perfect machine gun muscle rhythm. “Yeah, man. Doin’ some serious pec dancing for you now. Boom. Boom. Boom. Watch ‘em, now. Watch these pecs of mine do their thing.” 

 

“Do that pec dance thing for me, baby,” said Alvarez. He watched Lang’s bouncing pecs for a full minute. Then he leaned in and licked the cockhead, again through the posers.

 

“I approve. Here’s your reward.”

 

Alvarez once again opened his mouth wide, and with a quick fleck of his tongue against his lips, took the bulging pouch of Lang’s posers full down his throat. Lang, his pecs still dancing, began to slowly pump his hips, fucking face. Bursts of warm precum began to stain the poser fabric, blooming into a widening pool of moisture. Alvarez could see the giant slit of Lang’s big penis head, and licked respectfully. After a minute, he released another small explosion of breath to signify to the bodybuilder kneeling before him that he was going to change his pose again.

 

“Front double biceps,” he announced, and swung his arms up into mighty peaks. Alvarez pulled back slightly, licked the cockhead again, and rocked back on his heels.  In his own posing trunks his cock was now full 11 inches erect and poling above the waistband, slap tight against his abs.

 

“Lookin’ good. Now hold that for two minutes. No, three. Hold that pose solid without moving for three minutes. Then you’ll get your reward.”

 

It was agony. Lang loved it. He fiercely held the mountainous peaks of his 23-inch biceps for three full minutes. Sweat began pouring down his face. “Flexing for ya, man!” He bared his lips and gritted his teeth into a grimace. His veins exploded down his neck. The veins in his forearms were like cables of steel wire. He raised one biceps, then the other, again dancing them back and forth. The baseball peaks of his guns gleamed in the spotlight.

On his knees before him, Alvarez gazed up worshipfully, pumping his own cock right out of his posing trunks, but not touching Lang.

 

“It’s been more than three minutes,” Lang finally said through his gritted teeth. “So reward me, man! Suck my cock, man!”

 

“Think you deserve a reward?” Alvarez teased, now stroking Lang’s cock tenderly with his tongue.

 

“For these guns? You bet, baby. Take that big cock of mine down your throat now!”

 

“You got it, man.” Alvarez fell forward onto his knees again, his mouth wide open, and landed bulls-eye onto the giant pole bursting in Lang’s posing trunks, taking it all into his mouth. For three minutes, he sucked cock, up and down, licking, spitting, back and forth, deep sucking. Lang gazed down at him, relaxed his biceps a few seconds, and then resumed the pose. He was rock hard.

 

“Dig these guns, man, and suck my cock. Suck your approval. Pose and approve me. Pose and approve.”

 

“Yeah, you like it when I suck your cock while you’re posing?” breathed Alvarez. He licked the mammoth bulge in Lang’s posing trunks.  “I can see you onstage, man. Flexing for all those asshole judges. Blowing them all away.  Never seen biceps as big as yours. Never seen a cock as big as yours. Poling out in your posing trunks. Big old heavy bulge. Big cocks need to get sucked.”

 

“Yeah? Well, man, I like it when you suck my cock. I like it when you suck my cock while I’m posing for those assholes.”

 

Greedily, Alvarez licked the cloth covering Lang’s heavy testicles. “Lickin’ your balls now, man, licking your balls.”

 

“Put ‘em in your mouth, man. Put my balls in your mouth.”

 

Still flexing, he looked down and eyed Alvarez’s cock hungrily. Alvarez was pumping it now with both hands. It looked like a firehose. Suddenly Lang wanted to suck it. But he didn’t want Alvarez to stop.  He dropped to his knees. Alvarez lowered with him, knowing what he wanted. As he watched, Lang flexed his right biceps one more time; Alvarez nodded approval; then Lang leaned in to Alvarez’s cock. He pulled the posing trunks over the cockhead onto Alvarez’s balls, and brought it into his mouth. Alvarez kept sucking.

 

Together the two bodybuilders slowly lowered their huge bodies onto the posing dais under the spotlight and began to service each other with a full-body 69 grapple. Their arm muscles rippled against each other as each man gripped the other’s hard glutes, thick fingers gripping slabs of butt muscle. Each man ecstatically sucked his muscle buddy’s gigantic rod, their balls both still barely covered by their straining posing trunks.

 

After 18 minutes of violent 69 sucking, their posing trunks finally tore from the strain.

 

Rrr-i-i-i-i-pp!

 

Their bullish balls burst free in unison, and each man eagerly licked the other’s heavy testicles passionately.

 

“Next time, you pose first,” whispered Lang, and Alvarez looked over at him, grinned, and flexed a biceps. Lang nodded seriously. “I approve,” he said, “now here’s your reward,” and he bent in, sucking cock.

 

The slurping, moaning, sucking sounds echoed down the corridor.

 

In his room, Private Chris Hension, lying naked in bed, covered with sweat, his pole rising stiffly towards the ceiling, finally couldn’t take it any more. He jumped out of bed, grabbed a robe and a pair of purple spangly posers, stepped into them, fitting his huge member into the pouch with some difficulty, and tore out of his room. He ran down the hallway, his half-tumescent, half-sheathed cock waggling in the breeze, and stopped at Alvarez’s door. He waited an instant – and was about to knock – but, what the hell.

 

He banged on the door, threw it open, and walked in.

 

He knew it would be unlocked.  Somehow instinctively he knew they were waiting for him.

 

And so they were. The two musclemen lay on the dais, sucking each other’s cocks, their mammoth physiques coated with a glistening layer of sweat. Without removing dick from mouth, each man slowed for a moment and gazed up at Hension questioningly.

 

“Were we making too much noise?” asked Alvarez, his speech garbled by Lang’s cock.

 

“Yeah. I’d say,” said Hension. He threw his robe to the floor and stood before them in his favorite posing strap, his own erection poling straight ahead. He slammed the door behind him and stepped forward, whipping his arms up into a front double biceps.  “Check me out,” he commanded, but there was a note of hopefulness in his voice.

 

Of desperation, Alvarez quietly noted to himself. Good, good, all to the good.

 

“Damn. He’s a pretty little muscleboy, ain’t he?” said Alvarez, momentarily releasing Lang’s cock.

 

“He sure is,” said Lang, doing the same.

 

“You see me every day, guys. I ain’t so little,” said Hension, flexing.

 

“Maybe we’ve never noticed you before.”
 

“Fuck you both.”

 

“Oh, sorry. Maybe you should leave?”
 

“NO! I wanna play too!” Hension flexed feverishly.

 

“Okay. We’ll think about it.” Alvarez licked Lang’s dick a few times and lolled his head back towards Hension.  Lang, however, appeared to take no more interest, turning his full attention to sucking his buddy’s dick. He bent in and deep-throated Alvarez’s stiff penis a few times, gagging slightly, and then resumed his gentle, steady sucking and licking.

 

“You sure are pretty. Big biceps. Big. Good quads. Turn around.”

 

Hension turned around, did a rear lat spread, pointing his shapely round glutes to the ceiling.

 

“Nice. Awesome hams. Lang, you see those hams?”

 

…..Suck suck suck suck suck….

 

“No? Hmmm. Guess he’s busy. Come on over here and flex for us while we suck some cock.” And Alvarez turned back to Lang’s quivering member, appearing indifferent.

 

“I’ll show you guys,” muttered Hension, stepping onto the dais. He was ready. He’d been waiting a long time for this. And he’d been kidded, slapped, punched, and pushed around too long to not grab the moment.

 

His moment. “I’m gonna flex now, and you’re gonna watch me!” he shouted.

 

From the floor of the dais, Alvarez and Lang turned and looked up at him. There was a pause.

 

“So go ahead,” said Alvarez. “Let’s see what you got.”

 

He paused. “Boy,” he added.

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wow 

superb chapter joey!!!!

getting so hot!!

love it,love to read more of this!!

[cumonurpecs]

superb descriptive writing

theres nothing better on here

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fuck

i love the muscle worship

more chapters please!!!

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Alvarez and Lang at Pose and Approve

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Awesome!!! Thank you for your work!

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