Wednesday, 27 February 2013

RUSSIAN MUSCLE CUTIE IVAN KOCHETKOV: PART 3

THE DIARY OF A TEENAGE MUSCLE ADDICT

Dear Diary,

It's taken approximately 17 years, 6 months and 28 days but its FINALLY happened. I'M IN LOVE! Well and truly, deeply and madly, utterly and stupidly, can't eat sleep or think of anything else, head over heels in love!! And the object of my undying affection/rampant teenage keep getting boners every 5 bloody seconds lust?? The new Russian exchange student at school...IVAN!! Oh Ivan...how is it possible for one human being to be so God damn bloody cute (seriously, like the cutest thing you have EVER seen) and so God damn fucking GORGEOUS?!! If I described him as the most adorably gorgeous boy to ever walk the Earth even THAT wouldn't feel like I was doing this spunk soaked wank rag shoved down the side of my bed in human form proper justice! And oh yeah...there's another thing you should know about my future husband/tied up hostage in my parents basement..he happens to be a real life, pumped to the max, outrageously huge, cartoonishly massive, every single body part exploding & bulging out for miles, twice as big and beefy as any fucking lad in any of my classes, so wide he can barely fit in the school fucking hallways, competitive bodybuilding muscle boy!! FUUUCKKK!!

He's like a miniature version of all the huge nasty freaky hardcore vein splattered bodybuilders in the muscle mags I get out and have a sneaky look at/cheeky tug over every night, before hiding them under my bed, which by the way I am convinced my mum has found. That would explain why she hasn't been able to look me in the eye for weeks, and why when my dad simply said the word "magazine" she dropped about four dinner plates on to the kitchen floor, before muttering something and scurrying out the room, face as red as a bleedin' beetroot, with a look of sheer panic, horror and mortified embarrassment etched across it like some dirty old man in a trench coat had just flashed his penis at her!

Even when Ivan was standing at the front of the class as Mr Kennedy was introducing him, and he was covered up by his jacket, he still looked fucking MASSIVE! Like a fucking tank on two legs. Huge thick meat bulging underneath his clothing, begging to burst out. And then of course when Mr Kennedy announced "Ivan has entered muscle man competitions", which caused a few whispers and giggles from the rest of the class, my face went bright, something started swelling under my desk and I prayed for the ground to swallow me whole. And then Mr K said, "Come on Ivan, show us those guns"! OH. MY. GOD!! Ivan blushed like mad (cuuuute) but his face erupted in a cheeky/smug smirk! He coyly took off his jacket and FUCK ME HARD his arms were fucking HER-YUUUUGE!!! These monstrously thick fucking things just popping out below the sleeves of his t shirt. A ripple of gasps and giggles rode through the room. And Mr Kennedy, in his typically excruciatingly embarrassing manner continued, "my gosh Ivan you are a big lad. Come on then boyo, give us a flex. Show us some pump". Ivan's cute lil' cheeks burned up even more as he tentatively raised his right arm and flexed into a one arm bicep, his huge hard croquet ball shaped muscle erupting and exploding beside his oh-so-gorgeous mug. At this point my face had turned so red I could have been mistaken for a 5"10 lobster in a school uniform. It was the most embarrassing moment of my life, but also just about the most incredibly freaky, unbelievably horny thing my eyes have ever witnessed and I haven't been able to get it out of my head since!!

Now I'm not a religious man, but tonight I felt the need to get down on knees, rest my arms on the end of my bed and say a little prayer. This is how it went, "Dear God. I know we have never spoken before, and I know I've never really paid much attention in R.E, nor am I sure that I even believe you exist *but* if you can fix it for Ivan, aka the huge, pumped, cuter than cute mountain of Russian muscle gorgeousness/rotten cute roid stuffed muscle man boy God of my dreams, to return my love/affection/wanting to cream my undies every time I think of his beastly biceps erupting at the front of the class (i.e. every fucking second of the day) then I promise I will never EVER bunk off school and spend the day getting drunk in the park on a bottle of vodka stole from my parents cabinet again, I will stop sneaking into my sisters room and reading her diary, and my days of stealing the pick n mix from Woolies when the security guards not looking will be over. Oh and I will stop forging my moms signature to write notes for getting out of P.E. And I suppose I'll try and stop screaming "get out of my fucking face you bitch I hate you & I wish I was adopted".

Failing that God, if you could fix it for Ivan to have some kind of temporary amnesia, long enough for me to convince him that we are life long lovers and he is head over tan painted heels in love with me, thus allowing me to touch, feel and squeeze every single one of his indecently pumped outrageously big muscles before fucking him till there's nothing left but a pair of posing trunks and a damp patch, then I promise I won't ask or want for anything else again".

Right diary, I'm off to dream about whatever's hiding/bulging underneath Ivan's shirt. My guess? A perfectly pumped pair of the most lickable pecs and the cutest little set of ripped up skin stretching abdominal muscles bursting through his tummy. Oh and if my *own* tummy isn't covered in sticky white love piss when I wake up tomorrow morning it will be a fucking miracle!

Love muscleaddict, aged 17




















































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8 comments:

  1. You've found a real keeper MA....young, strong like bull and cute as all FUCK! And so many ways to enjoy: tanks, tees, posers, shorts, jeans,
    front, back, tanned, white. candid, contest, alone, with fellow hunks...a freakin smorgasbord of hotness! I will be enjoying these for many weeks to cum! Oh, and the story....a teenager musclelover's wet dream come true! You definitely have a way with words!

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  2. oh yea addict, at the top of my list of young, stunning, adorable, butch muscled stallions that totally drain the spunkest of spunk with every photo of this young czar of russian man muscle. WOOF!!!!! with ivan, istvan, dallas, aled, peter, cody and the list goes on, this year is the big cumback of the most gorgeous young muscled german stallion of squarejawed male muscled dropdead beauty ROMAN FRITZ. WOOF, WOOF, WOOF!!!!!!!!

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  3. Dear Papa,

    I hope that you are well. You will have said, “Ivan, we are paying for you to study in the United Kingdom,so I hope you are trying English.” Well, so I am writing to you in English to show that I am learning some.

    England is fun. My host family is nice. I have not had made too many a friends yet though. I am quiet in the class because my English is not too well. Many girls are very cute but all they do is laugh when I am near and their faces become red. The boys do not seem to like me but I think it is because I am so much bigger than all of them.

    Yes papa I am keeping on with my weightlifting when I have time. You will be proud. My arms are becoming very big almost as big as my head if you can believe it! My chest looks very muscular and big too with lines across it, too. They say the word “ripped” to talk of me. This one boy I have heard say it once when my shirt got lifted during class and he did not think I could hear him. “Fucking ripped!” is what he said. I looked up the word and it means “having high muscle definition [slang].” I was confused at first but yes it is true my stomach muscles are very tight and hard right now. I have been working very hard and want to compete in a bodybuilding contest when I am home.

    Ok papa I am going to go study my English and then go to the gym to “wail on my shredded quads” as they say. Please give my best to mama and everyone.

    Ivan

    PS can you please send me some money for new shirts? My arms, chest and back are too big for my old ones and they keep tearing. I almost feel embarassed to say I also need a new pair of bodybuilder posing trunks to show my “striated glutes.” (Don’t look up what that means in your English dictionary, ha ha ha).

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    1. Dear Ivan,

      I am very pleased to having good time in England. I very much glad to hear of all the new English words to using. You will teach me when back in Russia. I learned all my English from best American TV show ever. "How YOU doin'? Could England BE any better?"

      From this Ivan I have many tips for making friends with the English boys and girls. Drink lots of coffee, go to hairdressers and ask for "The Rachel", impress them with your knowledge of best English song "Smelly Cat" and to make them laugh just say "WE WERE ON A BREAK"!

      Ivan I have looked up new English words you mention. If you are ripped, you will need to go to tailor or seamstress, tell them you are "fucking ripped" and they will fix you.

      Today I receive letter from school asking of trip to send you to London. Go to London Ivan. Have good time. Point at Big Ben and say "HA HA...I bigger than you". But Ivan, please be aware. London is full of very strange men who will want to pay much attention to you and your muscles, You must avoid these men. They might not be easy to notice though. Here are some things to avoid at all costs...

      - Men with leather caps/waistcoats and moustaches.

      - Any bar/pub playing the music of pop group Kylie Minogue.

      - Men who are very muscular but no nothing of bodybuilders. Do not be fooled by their muscles Ivan. They may use words such as "fabulous", "darling" and "OOOOH HIYA LOVE" and talk of fashion, theatre and "The Lady Gaga".

      - Men who are not bodybuilders but know much of the sport. If any say the words "I have blog" run as far as your "shredded quads" will take you.

      I am glad to hear of liking host family, Paul and Stevie, and their children/"little babies" Pudsey and Mr Woofington. I hope you do not to mind of sharing Paul and Stevie's double bed and sleeping in between them. I thought of this a little strange at first but they assure me this is English custom for house guests.

      Your friends Alexey and Andrey are missing you. When I speak of Paul and Stevie and you sharing bed they, how you say, nudge each other in ribs and try not to laugh. I do not get this youth humour.

      Love Papa Kochetkov

      P.S. I will send some posing trunk for "striated glutes" along with some XXXL vests shorts and shirts. These will all be colour "hot pink" which Alexey and Andrey assure me is very fashion in England. This also make them nudge each other and try very hard not to laugh.

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    2. I just hope his new shirts are still way too small and that they tear every time he moves one of those gorgeous muscles.

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  4. oh, this is why i love young musclegods. their so adorable, cute, bright smiling, tightest non-wrinkled silk skin and then the hardest, ripped, carved to shreds muscled bodies that are pure living sculptures, and last and best their tiny, shiny posing pouch houses that young muscled spunk factory that just one stroke and its as hard as a railroad spike loaded with beautiful white buckshot with enough thrust to shoot through plywood. now i have to shoot. HE IS GORGEOUS!!!!!!!!

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  5. Some links for Ivan

    (The dialogue in the links are in Russian)
    Somewhat more grown up here

    Here's a load more of Ivan

    You guys (MA and omfgmuscles) are unbelievable (way too funny!!)

    I think if Ivan publically knew (he may just blush, and give off an embarrassed shrug). Not too sure what he would be thinking of inside though...

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  6. Adorable and impressive young buck! Ivan, I wanna take you home to meet my American momma and poppa. The best way to learn English, young man! Then when we hope they aren't looking, we'll head back to the laundry room or the garage or both and I'll show you some American hospitality and serve up so much muscle-adoring spunk you're gonna have to change your tiny red briefs.

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