Sunday, 12 March 2017


"What the fuck are these lads doing to me? Any rest bite I enjoyed during mine and Dan’s playful posing trunk antics has long gone. The head of my cock feels like it’s about to burst. One wrong move, one pose squeezed too hard, or one accidental brush up against one of my fellow hard-bodies competitors and I fear that I’ll literally explode in my posers."

OK here goes with the third and final part of "Dan and Jake". Although it's the last part, it's bigger than the previous two. I thought about chopping it up into smaller parts but I think it packs more of a punch if it's read in one go.

With this part I've done something I've always wanted to do; write something from the point of view of a bodybuilder on stage! I always thought said bodybuilder would be the cockiest poser imaginable but I've gone in a slightly different angle here which was still really fun to write!

It also introduces two new (very different) bodybuilders who are the lads rival's in the junior class; cutie patootie Todd McKenzie (shy, humble and SHREDDED with gorgeous bloody abs - SWOON!) and Gary "Gaz" Anderson (an arrogant lobster red skinned fucker with balloon-esque tits and lime green trunks - SPLAT)!

Thank you to everyone who has given me their brilliant feedback for this story. Hopefully you'll all enjoy this part as much as the others! I've also added a little poll at the end of the post where you can let me know what your favourite element about the story was.

Let Jake's "Operation: Not Spunk Your Trunks" (the randy rapscallion) commence…


Several hours later and I'm standing on stage in the final comparisons round of the juniour category at the biggest bodybuilding show in Britain.

On stage with me are three other lads. All caked in bronzed competition tan from head to foot. All wearing nothing but teenie weenie posers. All sporting obscenely muscular, indecently shredded physiques which have been pushed to unspeakable limits, and which are now being ogled and gawped at by the cheering crowd of hundreds before them.

On the far right end of the line up is a lad called Todd. By far the smallest guy in the group, but what he lacks in size he sure makes up for in conditioning. The lines in his quads are completely nuts and his almost perfectly shaped and down gorgeous abs look like they've been carved with an exceptionally sharp knife.

On countless occasions during the previous comparisons rounds I've found my eyes unexpectedly veering to Todd's tummy. Something I'm convinced he's noticed.

In turn, there have been a few occasions where I've caught him looking at me. On one of those occasions I returned his gaze, and as our eyes locked, he flashed me a shy but adorable smile and I'm sure I noticed an ever so slight redness to his cheeks.

I'm almost positive I blushed through my bronzed tan too, because, although he's no match for Dan in the drop dead gorgeous looks department, Todd is possibly one of the most achingly cute bodybuilders I've ever seen. His humble, almost shy demeanour just adds to his charm and all round adorableness.

In sharp contrast, the bodybuilder standing next to me, and at the far left end of the line up is a lad name Gaz, who is anything but shy and humble.

He needs to up his game conditioning wise, but there's no mistake about it; Gaz is an absolute tank and he knows it. He’s built like a bull, with thick balloon-like tits bulging off his chest and a bum so obscenely big it almost rivals mine.

He has a lobster red like colouring to his skin and is wearing the shiniest lime green posers imaginable. While he’s certainly not cute, and definitely not conventionally handsome, there's an undeniable sexiness to his brutish but boyish, rough around the edges looks.

He also just might be the cockiest, most aggressive bodybuilder I've ever competed with. He's done nothing but grunt, groan and growl his way through his poses, which he hits with so much force and aggression, I'm scared that he's accidentally going to knock me off the stage.

And, standing right next to me, completing the line up and holding out his fist out for me to bump once again, is the clear winner of the class. Looking more outrageously built and impossibly gorgeous than he ever has in his brand new custom made novelty posing trunks; the one and only Dan "The Man" Murray.

As we stand in line waiting for Bob the commentator to start calling out the poses, the audience are going absolutely crazy.

I know the majority of those cheers are for Dan. A couple of them are no doubt for Gaz and Todd too. But I can't seem to wipe the smile from my face, because I know that a hell of a lot of those cheers are for me.

It might be because I'm in the best condition of my life so far, it might be because of my Union Jack posing trunks or it might be due to the rise in popularity of the "Dan and Jake: Brothers In Beef" vlog, but the response I've received from the crowd every time I've been in the spotlight today has been nothing short of bonkers.

The gasps, cheers and claps that greet my astonishingly conditioned, freakishly muscular physique seem to have doubled since last year's show.

The audience reaction, the incredible atmosphere of the show, the knowledge that my physique has never looked freakier and the exceptionally high level of outrageously hot bodybuilders in the competition (the three lads on stage with me now included) have all contributed to this being, hands down, the best experience I’ve ever had competing in a bodybuilding show.

Unfortunately, all of those very same things are doing nothing to decrease my unspeakable arousal. It’s true that I always get turned on when competing, but in no previous bodybuilding shows have I ever felt the insane level of arousal I’ve felt today.

My entire posing routine was performed with the biggest hard on filling out my posers. When I’d finished, I jumped off stage with only one mission; to run to the toilets backstage and blow the most tremendous load, in hope that it would relieve me for the rest of the day.

Unfortunately Dan rushed straight up to me to tell me how he couldn’t believe the audience reaction, how I’d absolutely nailed my routine and how he was “loving the ‘tude too dude!” and asking me where the hell it had come from.

It’s true, unlike Dan The Man, I don’t normally display much attitude on stage. I’m a little too naturally shy to do so. But, spurred on by the cheers, my final most musculars were hit with considerably more aggression than usual. I even gritted my teeth and cheekily scrunched up my face a little, in probably the closest I’ve ever gotten to pulling what you’d call a cocky facial expression.

After being cornered by him, I tried to escape to the toilets, but Dan said he could do with going too. Bugger. Even when I’d locked myself in a cubicle and he shouted that he’d wait outside for me and left, I just couldn’t relax enough to knock one out knowing he wasn’t too far away. Double fucking bugger.

By the time we’d gotten back to the pump room, we were being called on stage for the final few comparison rounds. That’s when my sexual arousal really went through the roof. Flexing and posing next to cute Todd, nasty Gaz and, of course, gorgeous Dan, I’ve literally never been more turned on in my life. My dick has been juddering and pulsating since my foot touched the stage, and my Union Jack posers are now wet with pre-cum.

Initially when I was facing the front and not looking at the other tan plastered, shredded to buggery muscle lads next to me, things were not quite so bad. But when Gaz started grunting and yelling with his poses, I knew I was absolutely fucked.

That, plus the image of huge, shredded, gloriously bronzed body parts from two exceptionally hot lads and the love of my life Dan, flexing and squeezing right before my eyes every time I turn to the left or right, or even just turn my head in either direction, has bought back the fear I was suddenly faced with when Dan draped his arm around me during last year’s posedown; that I’m so immensely fucking turned on that I could, quite possibly accidentally shoot a hands-free load of cum into my posing trunks. Would it actually happen? Could it happen?!

I have this one last comparisons round to get through, and then it’s the part of the show that is both undoubtedly the horniest, and the one which will really put me to the fucking test; the posedown.

"OK, lads," Bob calls in his familiar, thick Yorkshire accent. "Let's see a front double bicep."

Here goes. I can do this. Let “Operation: Not Spunk Your Trunks” commence.

As I lift up both of my arms, squeeze my fists hard and tense my bulging biceps, Gaz’s loudest, most animalistic growl erupts from my left.


My dick starts spasming in response and I grit my teeth and continue to squeeze away. But then, another unexpected yell erupts, this time from my right.



My eyes shoot open in surprise and I can’t help but turn to the lad on my right, now blowing up his gorgeous thick biceps with the fuck-off cockiest look on his beautiful face. Dan has always been a cocky poser but he’s never been a noisy one.

As downright bloody awesome as it was, I pray that his unexpected vocal outburst was a one off. If Dan does this with every pose, both me and “Operation: Not Spunk Your Trunks” are fucked.

“Front lat spread,” Bob calls out.

Gaz bellows out the most aggressive groan. “HEURRGGHHH!” As my dick furiously jolts in my posers, I bite my lip and brace myself for Dan’s noisy response. I breathe a sigh of relief when nothing comes, but I’m also slightly disappointed.

“Side chest. Any side,” Bob instructs us.

I turn to my right to be faced with Dan’s physique. His thick, bronzed tits look they’ve been carved out of marble, and his perfectly symmetrical bricks of ab muscle look more jaw-droppingly beautiful than ever. I realise I’ve made a huge mistake and picked the wrong side, so I quickly swivel to my left to be faced with an almost equally hot sight; Gaz’s humongous sized bottom spilling out either side of his shiny lime green posers. OH GOD.


OH FUCK! Gaz bellows out his hottest and cockiest yell yet.


OH JESUS! Dan is bloody at it again.


And another outrageous yell from Gaz. He’s acting like an animal and I’m leaking pre-cum into my trunks in response.


FUCKING. FUCK. FUCKITY FUCKING FUCK. Dan and Gaz are having some kind of shouting contest, much to the amusement of the audience who are now jeering and laughing in response. This is quite possibly the horniest fucking experience of my life.

“Settle down, lads, settle down.”


“Turn to the rear…and a back double bicep.”

Gaz lets out a mini grunt as he hits the pose, but Dan seems to be obeying the show’s commentator. His good behaviour is only short lived though. As I’m opening up my back in a rear lat spread, I suddenly feel something brushing against my glutes and the back of my posers. The crowd are roaring with laughter, and as I look over my shoulder in confusion, I find a mischievous and guilty looking Dan retracting from my back and standing up straight. The cheekiest smirk is on his face. I violently blush when I look down and realise what he’s done. The cheeky fucking bugger has tucked the material of my posers into the crack of my arse, revealing more of my famously developed, mammothly huge glutes to the audience, now laughing and screaming in response. Fuck!

As Bob instructs us to face the front of the stage again, I catch Dan’s eye. The most gorgeous and devilish grin is plastered on his utterly handsome face and I can’t help but beam in return. An idea suddenly crosses my mind like a flash. Should I? Could I get him back for tucking my trunks into my bum crack?

“Abs and thighs,” Bob calls.

I look to my left to see Dan throwing his arms around the back of his head. This is my chance to respond to his prank. I shouldn’t. It’s stupid. And childish. FUCK IT. I reach over to Dan, quickly and clumsily grab the left strap of his custom made “Dan The Man” posers, pull it and let it fall back on his hips with a snap.

The crowd erupts with laughter and high pitched cheers and Dan is grinning like crazy. He then throws his arms back down, lunges towards me, wraps one of his huge, thick arms around my neck and brings me forward in a playful headlock. The fucking nutter! I’m surprised and embarrassed, but I can't deny how good it feels to have that superhuman sized arm around my neck, and to be so close to Dan’s staggeringly muscular body.

“Come on now, lads. Stop messing around and hit the poses,” Bob orders with a slight annoyance in his voice. “Abs and thighs, please, abs and thighs.”

Poor Gaz and Todd have been flexing and crunching away while the audience have been roaring at mine and Dan’s behaviour. I throw my arms behind my head and as I crunch down hard and my crazily peeled, wonky-shaped abs burst through my tummy, Gaz makes his presence well known again by releasing an outrageously loud grunt. Mine and Dan’s playful antics have at least eased by arousal slightly, but I have a feeling it’s about to come back in full force.

“YEEESSSSS!! HHHSSSSSSS!!” Round two of the Dan and Gaz Shouting Contest has commenced. Fuuuuuuck!

“And your final pose, lads. Any most muscular.”

If there’s one pose that will cause me to accidentally blow my load in my Union Jack posers, it’s this one. And if there’s one thing that will double that chance, it’s Dan and Gaz squeezing out matching most musculars and yelling like animals beside me. The mere thought alone has caused my rock hard trunk covered dick to start twitching.

I decide to hit the pose gently. Surely that will minimise the chances of any spunk shooting out? Before I’ve barely placed my hands on my hips, an obscenely loud shout comes from my left.


FUCK! My cock jolts sharply as I squeeze into my pose and bite me lip.


DOUBLE FUCKING FUCK!! Dan lets out his loudest, cockiest and downright bleeding hottest yell yet. What the fuck are these lads doing to me? Any rest bite I enjoyed during mine and Dan’s playful posing trunk antics has long gone. The head of my cock feels like it’s about to burst. One wrong move, one pose squeezed too hard, or one accidental brush up against one of my fellow hard-bodies competitors and I fear that I’ll literally explode in my posers.

“And if the music man’s ready,” Bob beings, “let’s get a thirty second posedown.”

Thirty seconds to NOT cream my trunks. I can do this. I can fucking do this. The opening bars of The Prodigy’s “Smack My Bitch Up” play out and Gaz immediately runs to the centre of the stage.

“ROOOOAAAAARRRR!!” Oh God. Don’t look. Just don’t look. I stay rooted to the spot, squeezing out a front lat spread for the audience as Gaz takes centre stage and cranks the beef in his typical outrageously cocky and animalistic manner.

“HRRYYYEAAAHHHH!!” Dan has bloody joined him. I swivel round to face the rear of the audience. I can’t look in their direction but hearing the shouts, grunts and groans of those two beefy bastards battling it out alone are excruciatingly horny.

As I squeeze out a back double bicep, someone taps me on the shoulder. I know it’s Dan and he wants to pose with me. Oh God. Ignore it. Just ignore it. I carry on squeezing but as I do, I suddenly panic. I don’t have any more rear poses left to hit and I can’t face away from the audience throughout the entire posedown.

I spin around and clock Dan and Gaz together. I quickly move to the other end of the stage. Cute Todd is hitting some rear poses. As adorable as he is, and as gorgeous and God damn hot as his abs are, I know I’m safer posing near him than the two cocky, screaming beef monsters on the other side of the stage.

“YAAAAHHH!!” “PFOOOOO!!” The noisy blighters won’t shut up. There’s a fair few muscle loving lads who are gonna lose a load or two over this posedown when it appears on YouTube. Christ I’m fucking horny.

Facing away from Gaz and Dan, I bring up my arm and blast out a side chest. “Yeah, Jake,” I hear a bloke cry in the audience. I have no idea who he is but I can’t help but grin at the support. My tits are exploding off my frame and my insane biceps are bursting through my bronzed wafer thin skin. As I look to my cheering, adoring audience an uncharacteristically cocky thought pops into my mind; get a load of THAT fuckers!

I suddenly feel a presence close by. Oh fuck. It’s Dan! He’s right bloody next to me - all 220 lbs of him, and he’s quickly transitioning into his own side chest pose. “YEEEEAHHHH,” he shouts in the most animated fashion.

He slaps me on my tricep. FUCK OFF DAN! Can’t you see a boy’s trying NOT to spunk his trunks? He’s signalling for me to hit a front lat spread. What can I do but follow suit? Luckily he forgets to yell like an animal, but he’s now motioning for us to hit a most muscular. Fuck! I put my hands on my hips and gently squeeze, showing off my beyond shredded freak-show worthy physique to my fans, knowing Dan’s probably gonna go for a full on, in-yer-face, balls to the wall crab most muscular. He doesn’t. Instead, he wraps his fucking arm around my neck, sidles up to me until his huge, rock hard torso is pressed snugly against mine and brings his left fist into a curl.

Not knowing what else to do, I carry on squeezing and let my body sink into his. It’s torturous being so close to cumming, but equally, feeling Dan’s huge, hard, tanned body sinking into mine feels like some kind of seventh fucking Heaven. His scent engulfs me. A potent mixture of aftershave, tan, sweat, and pure testosterone.


Completely lost in my incredible embrace with Dan, I almost jump at the obscenely loud, animal-like growl now ringing in my left ear. Gaz has sidled up next to me so here’s mere inches away, and is now squeezing out a monstrous, hands clasped together most muscular. I was desperately trying to get away from the two noisy, ‘tude packed muscle monsters part responsible for the fact that I’m one wrong move away from creaming in my trunks, and now I’m sandwiched in between the two buggers.

With Dan’s arm still tightly wrapped around my neck, I suddenly feel another arm wrap around my back. It’s Gaz’s! OH JESUS. I’m completely encompassed by two huge muscle bulls. Hopelessly trapped between two walls of thick, hard, shredded muscle. My cock has the same sensation it does about three seconds before I’m about to shoot the most tremendous load. I’m seriously starting to panic now. Surely thirty seconds is almost up?


SHUT THE FUCK UP LADS! As they stop squeezing, both Dan and Gaz simultaneously release their grip on me. I’m relieved, but equally disappointed. But Dan’s not going anywhere. He’s turning to me. An over excited look on his face.

“Head to head crab most muscular, dude,” he says. Oh fuck. Oh God no. This is gonna finish me off. The music’s still going . The crowd are going nuts. Are they chanting my name? I’m cornered. Dan wants a head to head most muscular and the audience want it too. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fucking FUUUUUCKKK!

I turn to face Dan and accept my fate. With the biggest grin on his face, I’ve never seen him looking so excited, or so outrageously gorgeous. Leaning forward, I press my sweat drenched forehead against his. Lifting both my arms up and back down into a crab most muscular, I jam my eyes shut and hope and pray to every God imaginable that, standing on stage at the biggest bodybuilding competition in Britain, I don’t accidentally shoot a massive load of cum into my one item of super shiny, Union Jack patterned clothing.

"SQUEEEEZE IT LADS!" shouts one of the hundreds of audience members watching.

And as I squeeze, the most raucous growl bellows right in my face from my posing partner.


OH FUCK!! My dick is violently pulsating and my whole body feels like it’s tingling.




I think…


I’m gonna…




The music’s stopped. Dan’s forehead pulls away. I can barely breathe. I feel dizzy,  like I’m going to topple over. The shouts and screams are ringing in my ears. I open my eyes. Dan’s fingers are wrapped around mine and he gives my huge boulder shoulder an affectionate squeeze. The posedown is over. My posers feel wet. I look down in panic. Amazingly, I haven’t cum. My dick’s still hard, and I’ve leaked out what feels like an obscene amount of pre-cum, but I’ve gotten through the posedown and my head to head crab most muscular, feeling the closest I’ve ever felt to cumming in my entire life, without actually managing to do so. “Operation: Not Spunk Your Trunks” has been a complete success.

“OK, lads, if you’d like to leave the stage. We have a small presentation now, and then we’ll be bringing you back on in five minutes to announce the results,” Bob says.

As I walk off the stage with Dan’s arm wrapped around my back, Gaz giving Dan a fist bump and cutie patootie Todd leaving as quietly and humbly as he posed on stage, I suddenly notice that the crowd are still chanting my name. Not Dan’s name. Mine!

“Dude, you fucking OWNED that stage,” Dan is saying backstage. Errrm. Did I? It seemed to me that Dan and Gaz were pretty much the only two lads doing any sort of owning, with their animalistic, alpha male shouts and growls, and immensely cocky, power packed posing. Me and poor, shy Todd might as well have not even been there.

Just as I start to wonder whether I’ve got time to run to the toilets to shoot my excruciatingly pent-up load before we’re called back on stage, Dan gets my attention by saying three words I never thought I‘d hear from his lips. “DUDE! YOU WON!”

Erm…WHAT?? He’s clutching his phone and looking at me in an expression which is a mixture of sheer surprise, and elation. “The posing trunk challenge. You fucking won!” I can barely wipe the smile off my face. I have never, ever won anything over Dan before. But what tugs at my heart more than the fact that I won the votes of a competition from our vlog readers is Dan’s reaction. He’s constantly teasing me about kicking my arse but it was clearly all just banter, because, with the most heart-melting and downright gorgeous grin on his perfect little face, he looks genuinely excited and pleased for me.

“You bastard!” he playfully jokes, before grinning at me even more. God I love him. So, so fucking much.

“Lads, we’re ready for you now,” says a cheery looking, fairly handsome chap with a clipboard. His eyes veer down to my sweat drenched, shredded to fuck abs and I suddenly have a pretty good idea of where he’d like his tongue to be. Sorry mate, you’re cute and all and I’m sure I’d have fun standing in the middle of your bedroom and hitting some poses until you creamed in your Primark bought boxers, but Dan’s my man, and always will be.

I waddle back on stage with my fellow competitors. I’m trailing behind Dan and it’s the most magnificent sight. The stage lights are bouncing off his sweat and tan soaked bull-like traps and monstrously wide back and his oversized arse is spilling out either side of his insanely awesome “DAN THE MAN” posers. How more people thought my trunks were better than those I have no idea. With big, balloon-titted, lobster-red Gaz behind me and adorable little Todd trailing at the back I can’t help but smile at the fact that we’ve probably accidentally walked on stage in order of where we’ve placed in the class.

Though with the sheer size of Gaz, and his insane performance during the posedown, I wouldn’t be that surprised if he’d beaten me to the runner up spot. Someone cheers my name again. “Yeah Jake!” If there wasn’t the very high chance of me accidentally creaming in my posing trunks, I’d probably hit a quick, hard, cheeky most muscular in response. BOOM!

“And now to announce the results of this year’s junior class category,” says Bob. I suddenly wonder what he’d think if he knew he’d played a vital role in my wedding dream last night.

“In fourth place…Todd McKenzie!” Bless Todd. He picks up his award and despite coming last, as the crowd cheer him, he looks genuinely pleased. He blasts out a quick abs and thighs for the audience. The cheeky little blighter. Thank GOD I’m only able to witness it from the back.

“In third place…” Bob begins. My stomach suddenly tightens. “Gary Anderson!” The crowd erupts in cheers and whoops and I feel a slight rush. Second place for Jake “The Shredinator” Adams for a third year running. Not bad going eh?

“ARRRGHHH!” Even with third place, Gaz celebrates by blasting out a quick most muscular with one of his trademark growls. Maybe the cheeky bugger shouts, screams and groans whenever or wherever the fuck he blasts out a pose. FUCK that’s a horny thought.

Dan grabs my hands and holds it. FUCK! Not a fist bump. Not a friendly grip of my fingers. He’s actually holding my hand. I can barely keep from grinning as I squeeze his in return.

“In second place…” Bob begins. I dreamily look at Dan, expecting to see the face I’ve seen the past two years just before he’s about to be announced as the winner. Slightly apprehensive but quietly confident. But this time, he’s wearing a different expression. He actually looks nervous.

“Dan Murray!” The crowd go absolutely nuts and Dan lunges forward towards me and briefly puts his arm around my back in an embrace. As he pulls away and looks at me with an affectionate and strangely proud look on his face, it suddenly dawns on me what’s happening.

Dan has come second. Which means, I’ve won. Wait. WHAT?! I’ve won? I’VE FUCKING WON! How. Just…how?! Dan is biting his lip and still giving me that affectionate glare. He almost looks as if he’s about to cry. But not because he’s lost. Because he’s pleased that I’ve won. I, Jake “The Shredinator” Adams” have fucking won!

Dan has gone to collect his award and the cheering crowd are chanting my name once more. That’s why they’ve been chanting my name throughout the class. They’ve known all along what I’ve clearly been completely oblivious to. Or just too preoccupied with not spunking in my trunks with every given pose to notice. For the first time ever, I’m the best bodybuilder in the juniour class.

“Which means your new juniour class champion is...Jake Adams.” I waddle forward to the immensely loud cheers. I’m half expecting to suddenly wake up and find myself back in mine and Dan’s hotel bed.

I accept my first placed trophy from Bob; a little gold statue of a muscle man, and he shakes my hand. I make my way over to stand in between Gaz and Dan. I still can’t believe this is happening.

“One final most muscular lads,” Bob calls. I place my trophy in front of me, and gently squeeze into a hands on hips most muscular. Gaz lets out another growl, but Dan is surprisingly quiet. Showing off my shredded-to-the bone, class winning physique for my now cheering, adoring audience, I can’t help but feel like some kind of God.

With the crowd still going crazy, I start to bend down to pick up my trophy, but Dan, coming towards me, interrupts me. Holding both of his arms out, he wraps them around me and before I know it, we’re pressed together in a tight embrace.

I wrap my arms around Dan’s huge barn door back in return, and bury my head in one of his thick bull traps. I could stay buried in his neck forever. He squeezes me tighter still, completely engulfing me in his huge, sweat drenched mass. My pecs are squashed against his. Our thick, shredded abs pressed together. My hard, shiny, posing trunk covered bulge pushed up against his. Together, we’re just one big heaving ball of superhuman sized, rock hard, sweat soaked muscle. He gives me one more tight squeeze, I dig my fingers into his monstrous back, completely drowning in his monstrous mass and that’s when it happens.

A bolt of panic suddenly shoots through me and my whole body feels like it’s exploding. FUCK. OH. MY. FUCKING FUUUCCKKKK. I release a muffled cry into his trap and grip onto his back as my whole body starts shuddering in his arms and what feels like a tsunami of spunk is unleashed in my trunks and I’m finally relieved of the thing that I’ve been bursting to do all day. I’ve cum. Standing on stage at the biggest bodybuilding show in Britain, wrapped around Dan, in front of an audience of hundreds, I’ve cum.

I have no idea what will happen next. What this means for my bodybuilding career. What it means for my friendship with Dan. But with my head sunk into Dan’s neck and feeling his huge, hot mass wrapped around me as he holds me as tight as he possibly can, I don’t care. Because right now, and for the first time ever, I feel like he’s mine. Dan The Man is finally mine.


- Several elements of Jake's wedding dream at the beginning of the story come to fruition in the posedown. The presence of Bob the commentator, the Prodigy song, the head to head most muscular and the "SQUEEEEZE IT LADS!" line.

- The last line of the story "I feel like he’s mine. Dan The Man is finally mine" also recalls a line from Jakes' dream. After they have wed, he tells the reader, "He's mine. Dan The Man is finally mine."


  1. Wow. That was insanely hot MA. Your descriptive powers are second to none, and the posing trunk challenge literally blew my tiny mind man! So so good!!

    1. Awwww thanks for the awesome feedback mate! Really chuffed you liked it. The posing trunk challenge part was especially fun to write! :)

  2. MA have you ever posed in a contest? You got all the moves and sounds down as if we were right there with you.
    Part 3 blew me away. Fuckin' g8!

    1. Hehe - no just years of experience of watching muscle vids (and a few shows in real life). Glad you enjoyed it mate! ;)

  3. OMG !! My biggest congrats for Dan and Jakes muscle story, I felt so connected to Jake being turn on onstage !! I know if I can be part of a muscle audience competition same happen to me sitting down with a pre-cum sensation the whole thing and I would enjoyed too!! Damn this muscle master piece blow up my imagination, I realize myself in love of male bodybuilders a long time ago but ur stories made me fall in love much more ! fuck ! Muscle beauty and poser trunks the best match to them ! fuck ! I love it, every single word! I loved that Jake won that contest and Dan the man is his man !! fuck !! a millions congrats !!


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