Meat Paul - Part 1

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Paul Goertzen comes from robust and hearty Italian heritage. At his current 16 years of age this impressive big high school kid always dreamed of having big muscles, like those from the covers of muscle magazines. While extremely good-looking, the dark haired jock had also been blessed with an alpha-male physique and personality-type, ever since ... well, since he realized he was indeed, an alpha male.

The now tall and muscular teenager had been the first of his fellow students to hit puberty, way back in 5th grade ? which he chose mostly to forget. Paul selectively remembered the following year instead ? and with vivid detail, since that was the year he considered his alpha year.

Within the first days of his new class, Paul recalled changing for gym alongside other boys he considered his friends, only to quickly find they had turned on him, teased and laughed at by most of them ? although he now realized it was likely those boys had felt inferior next to him. It was understandable to Paul; discover for themselves what their own cocks would demand of them. What trouble they would get into from of the racing hormones that would soon invade their changing bodies. And like allies to chaos, their sexual senses would weigh heavy on their self-control... and that, Paul knew all too well, could lead to all sorts of trouble!

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Now Paul was in 11th grade ? giving him plenty of time to fill-out and grow some nice youthful body-hair, enough at least to make him look much older than anyone else in his... or any other grade of his school, for that matter. Paul stood 6'2" and hadn't even finished growing yet... that he was sure of, since the big teen believed with confidence he'd only stop growing after surpassing the height of his tall hunky good looking Italian dad. While Paul was an impressive 240Ibs - thanks to his fascination with big muscles, an interest which prompted him to start lifting weights six years ago when he was only 10 years old ? he had no plans on size-satisfaction. It was to be more than he could be; all or nothing; do or die. If there was one thing that Paul was sure of... it was that he was destined to be an alpha stud. Yes, Paul thought often to himself, bigger and beefier than any other guy... bigger even, than his dad... and little did he know it would be true in more ways than one.

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5th grade was tedious for Paul, after puberty had settled in. The laughter and hurtful jests bounced off his confidence and rolled down his back, like he was wearing an invisible suit of armor. All the other boys felt it too, after soon realizing their bullying tactics were not resulting in a desirable outcome; Paul hadn't been shamed. By mid-semester the teasing had ceased and the boys simply allowed Paul his space, choosing to shun the bigger, more muscular kid ? who easily dwarfed them in height and development. Paul stood out among them unaffected, knowing their plans were ever so meaningless, although his separation from the group of males his own age had been just enough to set future events in motion. These were the early stages of puberty for the boys, especially Paul and his changing body. Being an outcast from his peers gave Paul time to himself, time which resulted in his discovery of big muscles after his eyes fell upon a fine specimen of hot muscle, posing on the cover of a fitness magazine. The muscle inspiring moment came while looking to buy his lunch at a grocery near his school, since he knew he was not welcome to eat with his peers. That was the day Paul realized being big and muscled, meant being important, being noticed and admired... at that point it was clear to Paul. Muscles were cool.

One evening the following weekend, Paul's instincts seemed to take over him, as if to foreshadow what lay ahead in his sexual future. While running an errand for his mother to the local drug-store, the young Paul became instantly distracted from his tampon mission when he suddenly lurched to a halt at the muscle magazines, beside the carefully censored covers of soft-porn. He didn't even stop to take notice of the rack's generous selection of big-busted blondes or brunette sporty-sluts to the right; although he did, for just a second, glance over at a sparse collection of further censored man-to-man magazines to the left. It had been the magazines he stood directly in front of, eyes glued to that which had gained Paul's direct attention -which had now become tunnel-vision. The studly boy had laid his eyes on an enormous, scantily clad muscle-jock... wearing only posers and a backwards baseball cap and sneakers?posing in a gym mirror in what looked like a self-appreciation moment after pumping up with the weights laying around his feet. Paul quickly made mental note of the magazine: "Teen Bodybuilders" Paul's heart was racing in his chest and he suddenly found something stirring in his jeans. The magazine's subtitle further mesmerized Paul's young mind: "Flexed for the Future." His distraction would be the cause of his mother's discomfort that evening; however at that moment he couldn't seem to pull his eyes from from the many distracting issues of meaty muscle men. It was as if he'd been starved and now suddenly, he'd discovered a feast of prime meaty nourishment.

To Paul, it had been only mere moments by the time the pharmacist found him flipping through stacks of magazines he'd pulled from the racks and gone through, page by page right there in the back aisle of the quiet little neighborhood pharmacy. The owner was performing his nightly routine, checking the aisles before locking up when he came upon the ignorant brat. How long had this kid been there, How many magazines has he ruined... are they pornographic ones? The pharmacist owner's thoughts tore around in his head with questions and worry. Paul had completely lost track of time while looking at all the muscles and jumped when he heard the loud "HEY!" behind him. Paul quickly turned a deep shade of red as the pharmacist angrily chased him from the back of his store, out into the night streets where Paul quickly disappeared in embarrassment to reach safe distance enough from his mad dash to become a relieved walk towards home.

The next day Paul decidedly announced his favorable opinion about huge muscles and how he planned on growing them himself. Obliviously his mother's discomfort and irritation at her son's forgetfulness and lack of remorse to do what she had asked him ? Paul was confident in his attitude, since muscles meant strength ? he knew it only helped him appear strong and helped any impression of him in the future, boasting he would have even bigger and stronger muscles as he got older.

As the weeks progressed, muscle magazines slowly began to appear hap-haphazardly around the house. When found by Paul's stay-at-home mom, she would roll her eyes and grow more irritated by each forgotten magazine. This new task - picking-up after Paul - meant the boy had to endure scolding from his mother but Paul only ignored her. Anyone that told him what to do or gave him rules to follow ? simply registered as noise to his alpha-boy brain, since the developing and confident hunky boy justly felt that only an older alpha male could tell him what to do.

Paul's dad, Tony Goertzen - a very large, masculine and tightly muscled hunk of a man that Paul hoped to to look like one day ? did not yell or scold his boy, despite having found some of the strewn-about muscle magazines himself. He would simply sigh and place them at the base of the stairs that led up to Paul's bedroom. Tony's patience was not shared by his wife however and she continued to scold the hunky youth, in the hopes he would stop leaving his muscle magazines scattered around. Confusion crept in on her, followed by anger when she found magazines wet and sticky in the bathroom or discover torn pages propped up side-by side against the wall behind the basement door. Both the magazines themselves and the places she found them struck the mother as strange and the unusual behavior of her son, she decided, could only be explained by the boy's father. Surely the man could help her understand if it came from the boy's only adult male influence.

Why? Paul's mom would inquire to her hunky husband, only to bring out silence from Tony Goertzen. The big man's brow would shift downwards into a burly fold and slowly stop whatever he was doing to tum and look at his wife with his irritated and annoyed expression. The reaction always struck Paul's mother with fear, since her husband was such a large man. Tony would let out his deep voice in an arrogant tone... changing the subject to something immediate, or news-worthily important, which always flustered his wife. Her big muscular hunky husband could easily make her nervous and she never liked to see him angry. The scenario would make her instantly forget her complaints about Paul and instinctively feel the urgent need to make the big man food to eat, resulting in Tony sitting down to whatever meal was appropriate for the time of day.

Mr. Goertzen was well aware what his boy was likely doing at that age - experimenting with his new-found toy, which if he was correct, was an impressive size that caused the boy hours of daily fascination. The thought always drew the big man in while eating the surprise meal but Tony's enjoyment of his own horny youth and those memories passed, always resulted in a very adult-size erection. This fact never went unnoticed; since Mrs. Goertzen was not one to let an opportunity for sex with her gorgeous husband simply pass her by. Within seconds the woman would have her apron off and dinner on simmer by the time Tony broke from his distant stare. The big man would be yanked from his chair, with a clanging fork left behind... an action which always surprised the man. The sudden display of strength from his wife was always unexpected, as she pulled him towards the bedroom. Tony's enormous Italian cock would push at his crotch while it fought to break out of his slacks. With sudden movements and homy adrenaline, his wife would pull out her hair-clip, unbutton her blouse and shake out her long wavy hair - all while pulling at her husband. The eager woman did so with all her might, in anticipation of getting the big stud of a man into the bedroom, naked... in order to pull down his trousers and let his big cock fling out and bounce around. The thought was enough to make her orgasm on the way to the bedroom. The eagerness of his wife and the sight of her long hair always caught Tony's attention and soon he had her up effortlessly into his arms, causing her elated wimpers... which let Tony know his wife had started without him, even before they reached the bedroom door.

Mr. Goertzen had indeed been correct. His boy had in-fact become enthralled with his new toy ? which was enormous, thick and provided endless entertainment for the easily distracted and energetic youngster. In fact what the ultra hunky Tony Goertzen had not imagined, was that his male offspring, Paul Goertzen, had even surpassed him in his youthful cock-size and thickness ? even at his tender age. An unimaginable thought which would have made the large Italian dad react very differently when having to pick-up the boy's moistened and sticky muscle magazines, found strewn about the house.

It was late afternoon one Friday evening when Paul would experience his first loss of control from the sexual urges his hormones would bring. Paul was home from school... and quickly up into his room unaware his mother waited for him to return her greeting.

An hour had gone by easily before he had gone through his muscle magazine collection in order to select the perfect issue to accompany him to an out-of-the-way spot where he could enjoy himself. Down the stairs and sleuthing by his mother unnoticed, Paul made his way to the basement where he quickly hid behind the usually always open basement door. The nook was space-enough to move while hidden enough not to be seen, by anyone.

After propping up his muscle magazine he flopped out his enormous toy and began to immediately drool over it. He wanted to lick and suck on it badly. The muscle imagery he brought along quickly turned the young hunky boy's soft sausage into fully cooked meat. The sheer size of his hot and throbbing young cock made the studly kid realize it might be possible to get it up into his mouth. Paul instantly lunged downward after the realization, making his first move on his own cock and then as sudden as he had thought himself within reach, he was rewarded by the delicious taste of warm oozing precum that drooled from the plump shiny head at his lips. His eyes rolled up back into their sockets as he clutched under his knees and gripped himself for leverage in hopes for more of his Italian meat to find its way into his mouth. Before he knew it, the hunky young alpha-male was completely hunched over, slurping and sucking on his own giant cock, enjoying its juicy flavors with the smoothness of it and the rock-hard throbbing heat of it aiding the induction towards orgasm, then one after the other he continued in spasm. Unwilling to let the thick hard spewing pole out from his hungry mouth, the arrogant youth and greedy alpha-boy fed on himself as he twitched and throbbed, while his prized enormous cock jettisoned continuous loads of creamy hot spunk up into his mouth and down his throat.


End of Part 1

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Another week had gone by and Paul's forgetfulness — or indifference... continued, causing his mother further anger in picking-up after her son while on the flip-side, Paul enjoyed himself at every opportunity.

Tony, Paul's dad, arrived home from work one day with a weight set for his son, in partial hopes it would help distract his son from himself, and partly—although he denied the thoughts that kept slipping into his mind — help the boy gain what was most obviously his passion. The weight set was setup in the basement wreck-room, just behind the unfinished paneling at the back of his favorite spot, behind the basement door.

Paul was riding his bike to the neighborhood store when his dad setup the free weights and bench-press, rushing his way down his sub-division's long meandering hill to the local store to purchase his latest copy of "Teen Bodybuilder." He was excited to get home and consume it from cover to cover. Upon laying his eyes on the new magazine, Paul believed it to be the best yet, making it difficult to ignore the discomfort he endured while riding his mountain bike back up the long hill with a hard-on his size. The subtitle alone had been enough to ignite Paul's imagination before he even reached the cash counter -which had caused the older female cashier's eyes to bulge and pause from handing back the boy's change. Paul only nodded his head upwards at the woman with an arrogant grin, followed by a frown when having to wait for her to let go of his owed-change. As the hunky youth strutted out of the store, the woman was struck with surprise that a mere 10 year old would act so.... So.... Before her opinion could solidify, the woman had remembered the size of the boy's erection, which turned her offense to thoughts of naughty behavior as she felt herself become moist from the boy's rudeness. Paul scanned the cover once more before getting back on his bike to head for home. A pair of spectacularly good looking and equally huge and ripped twin teen-bodybuilders opposing each other in full-flex were displayed beneath the title "Teen Bodybuilders - Head to Head!" Muscle Paul's cock told him he shouldn't have looked at the magazine again, right before straddling his bicycle as his mind raced with thoughts of gawking at the enormous muscle twins, hopefully clad in nothing but posers while flexing-off against each other, trying to see who's bigger.

Out of breath and a deflated crotch from the long and exhausting ride up-hill, Paul made it home with an incredible leg-pump and undeterred interest in getting his magazine to privacy. A call-out from his dad detoured him from his upstairs destination and the large boy quickly found himself standing in front of his dad, flushed and sweaty with his magazine rolled up and sticking out of his back pocket.

"Check out the wreck-room Paul" His dad announced in his deep baritone voice. "You have something waiting for you"

Paul smiled and ran out of the kitchen as his mother served the big man a surprise meal. The hunk kid took the basement stairs three-at-a time, jumping the last four stairs and landed with perfect precision at the entrance to the wreck-room to his right. His pumped legs throbbed from the stair-exertion but he felt no pain when he saw the weight set. Happy surprise took over the boy's face as he ran towards the weight set and immediately pulled up the barbell, throwing free weights onto either end. His dad entered the wreck-room, ducking slightly to get under the doorway's entrance as Paul began pumping his young biceps with his new weight set.

"I see you like them?" Tony Goertzen asked his boy "These are awesome!" Paul exclaimed, jumping at them and thrusting the weight-filled barbell upwards, over and over.

"You already look strong" You'll be bigger and then even bigger, before you know it," reassured his proud father.

"Thanks Dad!l I'm gonna be huge!" Paul responded while beginning to slow in his urgent weight curls, as his muscles began to tire. The boy grunted and groaned, refusing to give up lifting as his curls continued up and down while gradually slowing.

"Take it easy Paul... don't over do it!" Tony shouted, concerned.

Paul stopped and lowered the barbell, instantly obeying his alpha-male dad without hesitation. Although he had wanted to continue lifting until he was physically unable — like the magazines said, Paul's dad was not someone he ignored. Especially after literally handing him the road towards looking like those guys on the cover of his muscle magazines.

"Thanks dad... you're the best!" Paul said with elation, hugging his dad.

Tony felt the boy wrap around him and noticed for the first time, his boy was grateful.... And what's this? Tony wondered, as he hugged his boy in return. Paul's arms were are already larger and thicker... how is that possible? Tony was left stunned and confused as Paul pulled away and headed back to his weight set. Tony turned to leave the basement-and Paul alone with his gift, feigning back upstairs - in dismay of that which would soon be forgotten — since what he thought he felt seemed utterly preposterous.

The weeks continued, working out with his weights to utter exhaustion after school, followed by amplified arousal from his exertion and the feeling of his muscles being pumped up and feeling bigger.

One afternoon the 6th grader made his way home particularly horny, choosing instead to go right to his room and select the right magazine for a self-suck session in his favorite spot. He found his way behind the basement door easily unseen and proceeded setting up the best torn-out pages of his magazines, up onto the unfinished, insulated walls — where they met the concrete foundation of the basement The height provided the best visual positioning, while the inward open basement door gave the homy kid the privacy he needed to fully enjoy his own enormous Italian cock.

He was all setup and his pants around his ankles when he felt his own drool drip onto his fully-swollen cock-head. He was stretching it to the limits of his endurance in order to see just how far he could manage to get it into his mouth when he heard the upstairs basement door open, followed by his mothers foot-falls on the staircase. Was his mother coming down the basement stairs!? Paul's fist-full of hard pubescent cock, drizzled with its luring temptation, beckoning the hot assumed-to-be-straight kid to go for it. Never-mind the mom... who cares! Paul's pulsating thick pole demanded him to continue as it throbbed with all his hardness and enticing boy-sausage. As if calling him to take its fully erect stiffness, Paul's erect cock seemed to rise even higher upwards, delicious in its heat-filled determination into his mouth with its hard and veiny, enticing appearance. You know you want to, Paul's cock called out, tempting him.

Fear of getting caught now outweighed the boy's lust for the succulent sausage between his muscle-growing and hair-sprouting beefy legs, the magazine muscle visuals would have to wait until next time. The young athletic jock boy let-go of his mouth-watering junk and felt the heavy package fall and flop, then swing about and as he quickly untwisted him limbs, grab his jeans up off the floor and yanking them onto each noticeably beefy leg while he grabbed the basement door handle and whipped himself around it, climbing up the basement steps, into the sun-warmed backyard-where his dad's car was just-now pulling-in to park.

'He's home early...' Paul thought to himself, but quickly became aware that was unlikely since his dad had never come home early as far as he could remember. Paul's arm shot up to his face, looked at his wrist-watch and suddenly realized 2 hours had gone by without him realizing it, he had been all-too busy groping, pulling and stretching his beefy long cock toy ever closer to his hungry mouth, while flipping through muscle-ridden pages of hunky dudes in pumped-up poses and skimpy thongs. The guilt-blushed 10-year-old ran along the side of the dive-way, scooping up his skateboard that sat just inches from where his dad would have otherwise slipped, after stepping out from his shiny new black Camero. Paul sped by the tall-dark and handsome man as he emerged from his sexy car, nodding-upwards in brief acknowledgement of his hunky dad's arrival home from work — then flipped his board up into the air, then flung it out and down with forceful strength as he keenly watched it's trajectory - hitting the ground at an optimal vector for full velocity just as the good-looking Italian alpha jock-kid leaped up with surprising height from the grass, somersaulting into the air and landing with precision onto his racing skateboard. Appearing as if he'd just performed trick-skateboard-athletics, the young hot Italian stud-boy stood with solid weight atop his speeding skateboard and disappeared down the back alley and out-of-sight.

He would never come to realize he had just impressed his dad for the first time in his life, as he left the big Italian hunky dad standing by his car stunned and proud like he'd never felt before — from the spectacular sight of his son's confident skateboard gymnastics. It was meant to be this way however, since the fluke maneuver was simply Paul's hunched and desperate attempt at escape from what would otherwise have been the worst situation ever imagined!

The hunky Italian youth played through the 'what might-have-been' scenario in his mind, shivering from thoughts that chilled him to the bone. The late afternoon air washing him clean as it rushed at him, whipping around his body while he stood speeding down the alley on his skateboard at a new found adrenaline-spiked speed. If Paul had reached that point — that point of no return when he took his own plump young dick up into his mouth, that would have been it The mere action of sucking his own big dick dulls his other senses — that Paul knew. It was like dampened radar, and he would have been completely vulnerable to discovery.

Paul felt a little sick to his stomach as he raced down the hill on his speeding skateboard. If he had reached that state, he would have been oblivious to the fact his mother would be doing laundry on the other side of the open basement door. His father would have parked and entered the basement - closing the door behind him and inadvertently revealing Paul to both his big hunky dad — and his own mother... who would be doing laundry just a few feet away. Paul's parents would then have both turned towards him - noticing the unusual movement out of their peripheral vision - back in the shadows at the end of the basement.

At that point, the two adults — the very pair that brought Paul into the world - would have seen him doing the unthinkable! Again Paul shuddered.

His parents would have been forced to bear the memory of seeing him in the unbelievable state of elation while enjoying the feeling of his long and thick, hot and heavy, rock hard cock filling up his own mouth and keeping him busy. He — while still believing he was hidden in the nook behind the basement door — would only notice he was caught if one of them — having to witness their only child twisted-in on himself for optimum face-time with his enormous pubescent crotch and it's swollen oozing Italian cock-sausage — managed to take his attention away from auto-fellatio, as he continued sucking like a mad-man and lustfully gawking at the propped up magazine displaying the grotesquely huge muscle hunk, flexing and showing himself off in obscenely tiny posers.

The sensation of sucking on his own young huge hard thick Italian dick-meat that sprung out of his newly grown dark bush of soft pubes was all encompassing — especially when he positioned himself in front of a picture of pumped-up muscle men, like his magazine... 'Oh man!' Paul thought to himself as his salivating drool escaped into the rushing wind that continued to wash over him. It was a near-miss - he had not been caught and was free to yearn again, to make plans.... to find another place to suck his own cock The fact stirred him and he succinctly felt his dick begin to swell and grow in his baggy jeans.



Without underwear, the feeling of his awakened cock felt even more erotic as he could feel every raw bit of fabric fight with its emerging size, battling for occupancy of the limited space in his pants. Each struggle allowed his growing cock to discover new pockets of give within the interior of his jeans, in its hunt for freedom and a place to grow to its full potential, a full upwardly thrusting erection that aimed itself like a sunflower, directly up at its energy source ... Paul's hungry and salivating mouth.

Paul felt as though his two heads were telepathically linked at the same thought of him slurping and sucking his own weighty delicacy. He wanted desperately to reach the river, at the bottom of the hill.. where he knew he could find a secluded spot to enjoy the salty taste of his constantly oozing thick and heavy genetic gift.

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The intensity of Paul's experiences throughout 6th grade had left such an impact on him, he was left with clarity of detail in those memories that forged his alpha-male persona and it wasn't long before he found himself in high school, where he was both admired and feared by most of his class.

Junior year, eleventh grade and Paul towered over his classmates at 6'4" and 290Ibs of solid Italian masculinity. The teen's solid body filled out his clothes and his square jaw donned a permanent dark 5 o'clock shadow while his slicked back hair, deep brown eyes and thick dark eyebrows made most of his peers swoon. While the teen's stature was impressive, his cock would not be believed if its dimensions were to become known. The size of Paul's cock had ultimately been the cause of his first erection and first ejaculation, along with heightened arousal caused by his collection of muscle magazines. The attraction he had towards his own cock and his addiction to muscle imagery always brought on his young sperm, much of which often found a way to ruin the best pictures in his prized muscle magazines-as if his cock did it on purpose out of jealousy from his eyesight. Even the best pages of Paul's latest issue of Teen Bodybuilder became trash, despite their careful! arrangement to avoid getting splashed, but his enormous dick had managed to circumvent his attempts to preserve the arousing glossy musclemen. At orgasm, his cock throbbed so intensely, it slipped from his grip and sprung out of his mouth with such fervent velocity, Paul had been unable to regain control of it as it flung itself about wildly thrusting ejaculating juice like a fire hose, all over the place - spraying at his arranged pages of beefed up bodybuilders. The mess that was left behind left the hunky teen to wonder if his cock had a mind of its own.

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The years between his discovery of muscle and junior year In high school had been filled with workouts, which his body had instantly responded to. Unable to notice his own development, the growing alpha-boy had enough confidence to simply know he was getting bigger and ignored his magazine's suggestions to record his development gains. Paul's dad however, would often get taken-aback upon seeing his son after school. Only having seen his boy the day prior, he would repeatedly become shocked at the sight of an even bigger kid the following day, after Paul would spend the evening in the basement wreck room with his weight set.

The almost daily sight of his son's impressive gains, growing thickness and muscular definition, constantly reminded Tony of that first afternoon when he gave his son the weight set-and how Paul's arms seemed to get bigger just after working out for a few minutes.

While Paul was unaware of the reason for his surprising muscle growth - and his dad shocked by his impressive gains, day after day - the ultimate reason for Paul's impressive size wouldn't be realized until someone was there with the alpha-jock after his workout - and could actually see what transpired.

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For comfort and ease of movement, Paul usually always went commando in either baggy sweatpants, which made his crotch swing about to and fro when he walked the halls between classes; or tight jeans that outlined his thick football jock legs and impressive bubble butt. Most often however, Paul could be found in his trademark skater shorts, the low waisted shorts were not merely to show off his underwear, nor the hot teen jock's generous spillage of soft black Italian pubes-which always managed to peek-up over his underwear whenever he moved around. More often than not, most movements the super jock teen made, even when seated at a desk in class, would create a display of pubes for anyone to see who dared to look. The sight of which always aroused most anyone who made the effort to look and defy the muscle-jock's arrogant and disapproving eyes that would look back at them.

Since Paul was full of teenage jock energy, he was always performing stunts on his skateboard in the halls or outside. If not armed with his board the huge teen would simply show-off his sick athletic skills by doing unexpected back flips from out of nowhere. The jaw-dropping sight of such an enormous gorgeous hunk doing such athletic flips often prompted cheers and clapping, or gasps followed by Ooohs and ahh's. On occasion Paul's mischievous side would come out full force, taking advantage of an opportunity to frighten his fellow students with his stunt-man abilities. One moment offered such perfect potential, Paul couldn't resist, so he broke from his posse of jocks in the hallway and quietly hustled towards the wide staircase landing of his school's second floor, where a group of three girls and a dude were making their way down, completely unaware of him and distracted in conversation.

Paul rushed up behind them to the top of the stairs and shouted in his deep jock voice "DUCK AND COVER DWEEBS!" just as he launched himself into the air above them, vaulting his big muscular athletic body up into a jaw-dropping somersault over the heads of the unsuspecting students who found themselves shadowed from his enormous size in-flight above them, while they frantically ducked - stealing peeks above them to see what was happening. Their terror quickly turned to impressed surprise when the large muscular gorgeous jock landed in a perfect double bicep pose with flared slightly bent quads and giant calves - on the landing in front of them. From out of nowhere, the hulking display of gorgeous teen hunk and flexing masculine strength brought cheers and waves of clapping laughter from crowds of students who gathered around the staircase, which continued as squeals of delight from girls ignited mob behavior as the crowd rushed to grab at the proud and arrogant muscle teen. Noticing the sudden rush of the crowd towards him, Paul dashed down the most sparsely populated side of the stairs and made his way out of the school towards home, narrowly escaping the group of aroused teens who had managed to get a good look at the generous bushel of pubes and armpit hair that escaped Paul's clothing from his impressive display of athleticism. Not realizing his clothes had nearly tom off from his flexing muscles, he grabbed at them and pulled to keep them up while he jogged home-at odds with himself for the unnecessary performance.

One afternoon, just as school had let out for a long weekend, Paul did his famous jock-vault over the heads of a pair of up what looked like up-and-coming jocks from a younger grade. The act had only - unknown to Paul - prompted desire from each of the younger jocks, since the two young men were gay and out to each other on the school's gymnastics team. The ultra stud Paul, hadn't realized his actions had drawn attention to himself from the pair of athletes and that the two of them would talk amongst themselves in impressed arousal at his athleticism and obvious need for attention. Strutting away while thinking only of how he must have surprised and impressed the younger jocks, Paul didn't realize the two gymnasts were ogling his enormous beefy bubble-butt and had caused them each erections at the sight of his hairy muscular calves and wide V-shaped torso tightly stretching his t-shirt as he walked away from them.

The two younger jocks - Dave and Ian - soon found themselves in-search of the huge hunk from before school started - to between classes and after school let out. Weeks had passed before the boys would see Paul again and they spent the days after school talking about the giant hunky teen and his somersaulted flight over their heads. How such a gorgeous guy with such huge muscles could move like that was beyond them and they each agreed they had to see him naked-no matter what.

It was the Friday of the last long weekend of the school year when Dave and Ian laid eyes on their muscular idol. They were depositing books in exchange for others from their lockers before heading home when Paul strutted by them surrounded by his group of admiring jock friends. The pair of gay gymnastic jocks looked at each other wide-eyed and quickly shut their lockers in pursuit of the crowd of hunky boys. The pair allowed distance to grow between them and Paul's entourage when they reached the outskirts of school grounds. Paul's cloud of friends slowly dispersed as block after block continued away from school. The pair of gay gymnasts continued their innocuous chase of the lusty muscled kid, carefully remaining well behind him and unknown to the giant teen. Paul took the stairs 4 at a time when he reached his house and the sight only further impressed the pair of gay boys following him, who ducked and took cover behind a bush upon discovery of the enormous teen's home.

As the afternoon turned to evening Paul worked out in his basement - unaware of prying eyes spying on him from the wreck-room window, which the pair of gay teens discovered perfectly positioned at the base of some camouflaging shrubs that grew between his family's home and the house next-door. Paul wouldn't hear the homy whispers and slurping sounds from just outside the wreck-room - as the pair of younger jocks pointed out the older kid's giant muscles and impressive strength while taking turns sucking each other's stiff and oozing cocks. Numerous times had gone by where each of the younger athletes thought they would be discovered, when nearly reaching orgasm they would squeal in sounds of pleasure - only to be cupped at the mouth by each other's precum moist hand. The pair of younger teens had never experienced such large erections and were only now, each discovering the lure Paul had over them.

It was 11pm by the time Paul had stopped his workout, after having spent over 6 hours pumping weights while the two gay jocks watched hidden from view while playing with each other's huge hard erection from the sight of the huge teen muscle hunk, Paul working out in front of them. The boys were pulling up their pants and looking around in preparation for escaping towards home when they noticed Paul doing something unexpected. Each of the boy's pants instantly dropped back down to the ground when they saw him pull out his dick. The size of Paul's cock was enough to make the boys gasp and grab each other in homy shock - and their dicks to shoot back into a full erect state. Each of the younger jocks covered their mouths in attempt to remain inconspicuous; afraid their whimpered gasps would escape and make their presence known. Paul continued and they realized they were still safe while they watched in amazement as Paul pulled out the biggest, thickest most beautifully shaped cock they had ever dreamed of. Their cocks immediately began oozing continuous streams of precum while they watched on in lust and amazement as Paul's cock quickly became hard and reached unimaginable proportions which only allowed the giant muscular teen easy access to it himself. The teens found themselves reacting on impulse at the sight of the huge hunk and his giant cock as they lunged downward at their own cocks when Paul aimed his humongous cock up towards his face and then bent slightly to take it in his own mouth. The sight was enough for the boys to each spasm into orgasm, their cocks spewing young sperm into each of their faces. Ian was hit in both eyes when he orgasm-ed causing him to wince and push his cock down - squirting cum onto the basement window. Dave's cock only splashed more sperm onto his face as he motioned his head side to side, avoiding his ejaculations in order to see the muscle-hunk sucking his own giant dick. The sight of his friend's mishap and sperm spillage on the window only increased his own eruption causing some of it to get into his own mouth. Each of the boys continued spurting wave after wave of young cum until their cocks were emptied. Then Paul began to grow and the boys were caught in a mind-bending view of shock-and-awe as they saw the already huge muscle stud swell and thicken while the older teen sucked and swallowed at his twitching cock.



They grappled at each other as if in utter shock and disbelieve at what they were watching. The huge hunk was morphing even bigger muscles right in front of their eyes, from swallowing his own cum.







The End

[Bull]

I certainly hope that isn't really "the end!"

[Lukullus]

Oh no, please continue this awesome story!
Thought we would see how Paul and his dad would compare each others bodies!

[Ultra GMan]

Great story, and I'll add to the chorus of wanting to see more.

[kenstaff]

I didn't want to leave this one open ended.

When I write, it's because I have a unique idea, one that I have not seen used before - if that idea works in one of my current stories, I'll continue with it using the idea. Sometimes the idea only works in a new story. I've found I have up until now, always left the chapter as "End of Part X" but I've also noticed I'm not always inspired enough to write more chapters and so I thought this one was complete enough to at least let readers know there won't be more to it.

Meat Paul was one I wrote when I moved to the other site and invited people to go there to read them. I thought I would post it here after coming back and writing new stories - but found I keep having to apologize to fans in private messages, who keep asking me to post my old stories - which I don't have anymore. So I thought the least I could do was post those which I still do have.

Although I cannot guarantee it, if I get inspired... you never know.