Muscle Ventures
Part 6 - A Lesson Bobby Won't Forget
Earlier that Saturday morning:
Rob: Answering his phone, "Hello?"
Troy: "Hey! What's up man?!"
Rob: "Nothin' much, just getting the day started trying to figure out what to get into this weekend."
Troy: "If you're not busy, I can come over to your place this time to watch the game."
Rob: "Sure. After last night, we could both use some time to relax and watch some sports."
Troy: "Yeah, what a night!"
Rob: "The whole day was crazy. I don't know we'd all let loose like that! Especially you, Troy!"
Troy: "You can say that again! I guess Mason and Fred just really had me open up to new things, you know?"
Rob: "Or just new opportunities."
Troy: "Hey so anyway, see you in half an hour?"
Rob: "For sure, man. I'm just now sitting down to eat breakfast and watch some highlights."
Troy: "Cool. Later."
Rob: "Later"
Rob has been oh so sexually infatuated with Mason and Fred, but he has also been wondering a lot about Troy lately, fantasizing over what he would be like in bed. Maybe today he'll take his opportunity to test the waters with him this time, especially after last night.
Having just taken his morning shower, shaved his face clean, and gotten off the phone with Troy, Rob sat in the living room in just a tank shirt and no underwear, showing off his well built thighs and calves and bulky defined shoulders and arms as his shirt clung to his chiseled milk jugs and abs making his firm nipples poke through the fabric while he ate his large bowl of cereal on the couch watching sports highlights and reports.
Rob: "(I'll get him this time. He's been opening himself up more recently and he keeps an open mind. He seems like he's finally ready. This'll be my chance to actually go all the way with him and not just flash him or cop a feel.)"
Rob finishes his cereal and flips through the various sports channels looking at highlights, baseball, football combine, soccer, softball, volleyball, and summer Olympics. Suddenly, there's a ring at the door. Rob, knowing who it is already and not feeling the need to hide anything from Troy, stands up to answer the door, letting the firm slightly hairy globes of his naked ass wiggle with each step.
When Rob opens the door to the 6'2, 250+ lb muscled figure waiting outside wearing a form-fit blue T shirt and jeans, Troy doesn't acknowledge his nakedness and just pretends not to notice. 'His house, His rules' is the way he saw it. Besides, if you can't be free to be naked in your own home, where can you be? 'Home is where you're naked,' right?
Trey: "Hey, brought the beer!"
Rob: "Come on in man."
Troy sets the case of beer on the kitchen counter and sits down on the living room couch as Rob puts the beers into the fridge, bending his jock body down low to start lining them up in the back of the bottom shelf. Rob keeps two as he walks over to the couch handing Troy a beer with a smile. Troy smiles back as he starts conversation about the soccer game that was on last night.
After a little bit of back and forth and having thrown back their first beer for the day, Troy announces that he needs to take a leak, standing up to head to the restroom, pissing loudly with the door open. It's loud enough that Rob can hear Troy unzip his pants and unleash a heavy stream of piss into the toilet. Just imagining Troy's golden stream spraying from the head of his 9" fat beer can sausage that has a bulbous head and is slightly darker than the nude colored shaft, while also paying close attention to the skin tight pants of the well endowed baseball players on screen, sends Rob into a state of arousal.
Rob flushes the toilet and comes back into the living room, sitting on the couch next to Rob and noticing that his once flaccid cock is now semi erect, but he still doesn't say anything about it. He tries to ignore it and goes back to paying attention to the sports reports and playbacks. A highlight of and insane football play shows, making Rob sit up bouncing on the couch.
"Whow, did you see that?! I'll tell ya' somethin', that guys goin' places."
Troy is in amazement of the athletes athleticism and the bounciness and growing hardness of Robert's cock next to him
Troy: "That's definitely some real skill right there."
Rob: "That's not just skill, that's a gift!" Reaching over and patting Troy on his inner thigh giving it a firm squeeze, "I'm getting another beer. You want one?" Robert stands up turning his large round jock ass toward Troy as he heads back toward the fridge for another beer.
Troy: "Yeah! Hook me up, man."
Rob bends down as he opens the refrigerator door letting his meaty cheeks spread apart in Troy's view somewhat revealing to him his slightly hairy hole. Troy can see out of his peripheral vision the opening crevice of Rob's backside, but he refrains from looking and again pretends not to notice. Instead of being obvious, he shifts in his seat and puts his arm over the back of the couch making himself more relaxed as he watches more sports action on tv.
Rob walks back into the living room with his tan semi hard cock and balls bouncing side to side underneath his black pubic hair as he struts in flexing his large quads with every step carrying both cold beers in one hand, handing one of them to Troy before he sits down. He sits down even closer than he had been before, right in front of Troy's arm. Close enough that their thighs were now casually touching and rubbing against each other.
Rob: Having gotten enough beer in him, "Hey, let's play a game."
Rob stands up and walks in the kitchen grabbing the kitchen trash can.
Rob: "Let's shoot shots into the trash can from across the room, and for every shot you miss, you have to take something off."
"Seriously?!"
"Come on man! It's something competitive. So it'll be fun."
"And what if you miss a shot? 'Cause you're not wearing much of anything."
Rob: "For every shot I miss is how many seconds I have to suck your dick. And we have to keep shooting until both of us are completely naked, but the last person to take off all their clothes has to make one final basket before the game can be over. Also, it's not the other person's turn to shoot until you make a shot."
"Ok, deal."
Rob: "I'll even go first," as he proceeds to walk across the room with a roll of paper towels, rolls one up into a ball, and shoots it across the room, making the first basket.
Rob: "Alright dude, your go."
Troy grabs a paper towel, rolls it into a ball and shoots, missing his first shot.
Troy: "(Damn it!)"
Troy takes off his shirt letting his abs ripple and his pecs bounce and flex as he pulls his shirt up and over his head, throwing it onto the couch. He shoots again and makes his second shot. They keep doing this with Rob making every basket until Troy has to take off his socks but still has his pants on and makes the next shot.
Troy: "Hey man. What if you don't miss any shots."
"Then you start racking up seconds for how long you have to suck my dick."
