The Nubian Prince (Part 3)

[arpeejay]

By Richard Jasper

Part 2: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16966

Part 1: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16928

* * *

After dinner, they went to Rob's apartment, where Roger proceeded to plow Rob's ass.

"Jesus, kid," Roger said. "What have you got in there? A shop-vac?!"

Rob continued to squirm. His 11 inch dick rode up and down Roger's fur-covered abs while the big man rammed his more than respectable 9 x 7 inch cock in and out, in and out.

"Give it to me, Daddy," Rob said. "I need it. I want it. Give it to me."

For a man who carried as much muscle as he did, Roger had the aerobic capacity of a college distance runner. But Rob was wearing him out.

"Fuck, kid," Roger said. "Your picture must be in the dictionary next to power bottom!"

With that Rob, still attached to Roger's throbbing cock, pushed the big man back into a squatting position and started furiously sliding his hot ass up and down. Roger's dick felt like it was caught in the world's hottest, softest, sexiest agitating washer!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Roger bellowed, then jizzed like he'd never jizzed before, his eyes rolling back in his head. He toppled forward and was snoring before he hit the pillow.

Half an hour later Roger woke, face down, and felt Rob's lean, lithe 160 lb. frame on his back. It was like the younger man was taking his measurements, running his hands across Roger's vast shoulders, down his mega-thick lats, back up the overdeveloped erector spinae and hulking traps, and over his thick, concrete-hard, hair-covered glutes.

"The Beast is stirring," Roger said. "It's what, 29 centimeters?"

Rob chuckled.

"Just 28 centimeters, Big Daddy," Rob replied.

Roger flipped over and pulled Rob down to his massive fur-covered pecs.

"You're the Big Daddy in that department," he pointed out.

Rob scoffed.

"I am not the Daddy of anything," he argued.

Roger looked at him, a certain hunger in his eyes.

"And, no, I've said it before and I'll say it again," Rob said. "I will not fuck you."

Roger rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, and Billie Jean was not your lover, I know," he teased.

Rob did this, and that, and some other, and before Roger knew what was happening he was pumping Rob's ass again.

"I like this a lot," Roger said between grunts and groans. "But...

"I will not..."

<gasp>

"Let you..."

<grunt>

"Waste..."

<groan>

"Your potential!"

Rob clamped down with his butt of death and Roger blissed out (again.)

* * *

"Well," Roger said the next morning at the gym. "How do we want to handle this?"

Rob looked at him.

"What do you mean?"

Roger sighed.

"Darlin', I will not sleep with my clients, that's all there is to it," he pointed out.

Rob arched an eyebrow.

"You'd be the first," he noted.

Roger grimaced.

"Well, I'm sure I won't be the last," he replied. "You have to choose. Do you want to pay me to train you. Or do you want to have sex with me?"

Rob thought about that.

"Or...."

They worked it out with James. Rob would continue to pay for training and twice a week he would work out with James. The rest of the time he would work out with Roger, during Roger's free time.

* * *

During his first week working out with Roger, Rob put on 5 lbs. of solid muscle.

"Ya know," Rob said, a bit prissily. "I told you I didn't want to get bigger."

Roger flourished his measuring tape and wrapped it around Rob's muscular waist.

"28 inches," he observed. "No bigger than it was before, right?"

Rob nodded, albeit somewhat grudgingly.

A week later, Rob had put on another 10 lbs. of muscle.

"I said..." he began.

Roger handed Rob the tape.

"And, as I've said on more than one occasion," he replied. "I will.not.let.you waste.your.potential! What's it say?"

Rob showed him the tape: 28 inches.

By the end of the third week, Rob had gained another 15 lbs.

"This is getting ridiculous," Rob said.

Roger stepped in close and wrapped the tape around Rob's waist.

"Are you afraid you're gonna get too big for me to fuck?" he whispered.

The Beast sprang to life.

"28 inches," Roger said.

Exactly a month after Rob started the training program, James came to Roger.

"What the hell are you doing to him?" James asked. "He's getting fucking huge!"

In fact, when Rob stepped on the scale that morning, the digital read out flashed:

210 lbs.

"That's 10 lbs. more than I weigh," James exclaimed.

Roger nodded.

"And 20 lbs. more than last week," he pointed out.

Just then Rob showed up.

"And 50 lbs. more than when I started," he noted. "And don't give me any of that crap about..."

Roger just looked at him.

"Hush," he said. "Let me do my job."

He called off the numbers.

"Biceps: 20 1/2 inches."

"Neck: 20 inches."

"Chest: 52 inches."

"Quads: 30 inches."

"Calves: 19 inches."

James' eyes bulged.

"Plus he's benching 425 lbs. for reps," he interjected.

Roger pulled Rob close and wrapped the tape around his waist.

"28 inches," Roger observed. "So just what are you complaining about?"

He turned Rob towards the mirror and stood alongside him.

"Now flex, dammit."

Rob matched him pose for pose.

"Damn," Rob said. "You make me look like a little boy."

Not hardly, Roger thought.

"Good point," he said aloud. "I've still got a good 50 lbs. on you."

James was doing a good imitation of stunned yokeldom.

"Damn," he said. "You're bigger, too, aren't you?"

Roger lifted his left arm and flexed. It was noticeably bigger than it has been a month ago. Rob licked his lips.

"So, uh, Dad, uh, Roger," he began. "Can I measure you for once?"

Roger handed him the tape.

"Biceps: 24 inches."

"Chest: 62 inches."

"Waist: 34 inches."

"Quads: 34 inches."

"Calves: 23 inches."

James whistled.

"Just how much weight did you gain?"

Roger wrapped his big arm around Rob's thick, strong neck.

"20 lbs.," he replied.

James raised his eyebrows.

How? he mouthed.

"Simple," Roger replied.

"Protein shakes."

[Hope this entry was satisfactory in length etc.! More to cum!]

Part 4: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16968

[blondYT]

No one seems to be thanking you for this, so let me. I am really enjoying this story. Thanks RPJ!

[arpeejay]

Ah, ya know how it is.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I sure haven't been absent much. I'm sure by now the reaction is, "ho hum, yet another Arpstravaganza!"

Thanks for the kind words!

xoxo

Richard

[arpeejay]

Ah, ya know how it is.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I sure haven't been absent much. I'm sure by now the reaction is, "ho hum, yet another Arpstravaganza!"

Thanks for the kind words!

xoxo

Richard