Teen Muscle, Part IV : The Competition by Sydney Cavanaugh Geoff stood spotting Danny at the bench press during his last workout before his first competition. There was really nothing for him to do since Danny was so viciously motivated; so his mind was wandering through events leading up to this moment. Danny had progressed far beyond what Geoff had imagined and in an incredibly short time period. He couldn't believe that Danny was ready to compete, and he was really READY. Danny had worked diligently on his posing routine and had it down pat, but there had been a stiffness about it that was not aesthetically pleasing; so Geoff had enrolled him in a ballet class. Danny exploded yelling that he wouldn't take part in that "sissy stuff". But when he found out what attire he would be wearing, thin tights, and would be viewing himself before others in a wall to wall mirror, he gave in. He did refuse to wear a dance belt, though, and as a result his teen muscle cock was on prominent display. He either wore a skin tight string tank or was shirtless. He worked hard at it and the intensive classes did the trick. He developed incredible grace of movement from pose to pose. Geoff was pleased. He was going to make some showing and had a good chance to be the overall winner. Geoff had posing trunks custom fitted for him in an array of colors. There was some difficulty getting his measurements because he became aroused whenever the seamstress touched his crotch with the tape measure. The trunks were all of a thin, very stretchy fabric to fit smoothly and afford Danny the maximum "basket points". The front pouch was cut low, just at the base of his teen tool with a narrow but deep pouch to accommodate his equipment without too much confinement. The sides were string and the back cut low, to just cover the crack in his ass, and in a V to expose about half of his glutes. "Danny, if you keep trying on those trunks all the time, you're going to wear them out before the competition," Geoff said to him once. The night before the competition Danny and Goeff packed his gear. Geoff insisted he take a sweat suit in case there was some delay after his pump up. Danny grudgingly agreed. "Danny, turn out the lights early and sleep until I come to get you in the morning. It's going to be a grueling day and you'll need all the energy you can store up." Danny had peaked at just the right time. His skin tone was perfect and his tan dark from the tanning booth. His body was naturally smooth, but Geoff had told him to shave most of the pubic hair above the base of his cock so it wouldn't spill out during his routine. "I don't care if it does. I'm proud of every part of my body." "That's not the point. It would be distracting to the judges. Officially they're judging your body not your crotch, officially that is. Now, get to sleep. All that's left to do is put a layer of tan on you in the morning." The next morning Geoff and Nat arrived to find Danny still fast asleep. He was sprawled in the bed coverless with his usual teen hard on. They both stood admiring his body so mature for his age, admired with notable envy. He had well surpassed them. "Up, slug-a-bed," Geoff shouted give Danny's stiff cock a yank, "Off to the showers and don't forget to shave your crotch. Then a protein drink." After he had dried thoroughly from his shower, Danny stood naked on the bathroom floor drinking his protein drink, Goeff and Nat both applying the tanning solution to save time. Both their tight lycra shorts straining at the crotch. Geoff jokingly applied some tanning solution to Danny's erect cock. "By the way, Danny, take notice when your name is called at the competition. I turned your full name, Danforth Wimberly." "What!" Danny shouted, "You didn't. I'll never live this down." "Danny, I want you to be a quality act. Diminutives have no place there." Danny stood there looking mad and with a magnificent erection. With four hands caressing him he couldn't keep it down. When the tanning solution had dried, Danny dressed, dressed down from Geoff and Nat's revealing attire, in tight cut-off 501's with the top two buttons undone and a faded blue jean vest left unbuttoned and thong sandals. Entering the auditorium they were quite a sight, the three of them, Geoff and Nat in their revealing lycra shorts and string tanks and Danny with his cut-offs hanging on his hips his chest fully exposed as the breeze blew back his vest. They trouped in through a sea of tons of muscle to the pump up room where Danny was to change into posing trunks. He stripped naked and stood rummaging through his duffel bag for the right trunks. "No, Danny, not the pink ones, these," and Geoff handed him a pair golden brown ones near the tone of his skin. Danny protested. "For the prejudging I don't want the judges distracted from your body. These trunks are so near your skin color they will disappear, offer no distraction. For the evening show you can wear what ever color you want, and I do think you're going to make it that far." Danny went through weigh in and prejudging with flying colors. There was much of noticing him among the other contestants. He responded by preening where ever he went. The evening show time had arrived and Danny, indeed, made it. "Shit, they don't have enough weight here to do anything with," Danny complained. "You're not here for a workout, you teen smart ass. All your meant to do is pump up." Danny was in day-glo yellow string trunks that fit him like a coat of paint, barely containing him enough to meet regulations. As he stood in the line up waiting to go on stage he noticed there was some oil on his trunks and started back to the pump room for a clean pair. "No, you wait here," Geoff told him, "They may call you out while you're gone. I'll go get a clean pair. If they call you you'll just have to go on like that." Goeff raced back to the pump room. When he returned Danny had already taken off his trunks and was standing in the line up, naked. "You crazy kid, put these on quick," and he handed him brilliant magenta, vivid purplish red, microtrunks, "Don't get oil in them." Danny carefully pulled them on taking great care arranging his teen cock and balls. "Yes, he'll get extra basket points," Geoff thought. They called the line up on stage. Danny's stunning physique stood out way beyond all others, even the heavy weights. They went through the mandatory poses and came back stage. Danny was in hog heaven and could hardly wait to get to his solo posing routine. When that time came he walked briskly, with fluid grace to center stage, his teen meat bouncing as he walked, and stood meditatively waiting for his music to start. Geoff had chosen Wagner for it's heroic strength and slow harmonic rhythm. The music started and his graceful routine began to unfold. He stood with his head bowed his arms to his side. As the music began to rise so did his arms crossing and reaching skyward. He stood for an instant as if looking far into the distance his legs spread, his whole body displayed motionless for the audience. His posing trunks on his narrow hips looked miniscule compared to his bulk. He brought his arms slowly to a double biceps pose and locked into it. Keeping his torso almost motionless he pivoted on his spread feet and knelt in a lunge position bringing his abruptly downward to display his triceps. Placing one arm behind he brought the other still displaying his biceps so that his elbow touched his knee, his head bowed. Slowly rising he turned his back to the audience and spread his delta like lats, fists at his waist, creating a perfect Christmas tree. His kneeling had caused the very brief back of his trunks to pull up the crack in his ass exposing more of both glutes. Putting one leg diagonally back he flexed them showing sharp striations and flexed his awesome calves. He then turned sideways, one leg behind, and struck another double biceps. As he thrust his hips forward his now slightly aroused cock and balls trembled pulling the front of his trunks lower. He hadn't shaved enough pubic hair and it billowed over the top of his trunks, but he continued posing. Goeff had told him not to adjust his trunks if they shifted, but to continue posing as if nothing had happened. As he turned facing the audience with his head slightly bowed he displayed his shelf like pecs and raised his eyes seductively toward his rapt admirers. Geoff had had his sandy hair styled to compliment his boyish facial features. It was in a calculated tousle falling down over his forehead. There was a hush in the crowd as he moved slowly from pose to pose so that any position, each body part could be savored. The slow, powerful music and matching movements were hypnotic. When he finished his routine and came out of a bow, his glutes were now totally exposed as was about an inch of his semi hard cock. Geoff hoped the lady judges would appreciate his state and stick up for him if there happened to be a prude judge who would want to blackball him. As he came backstage his trunks were so low it appeared his cock might flop out but he paid no heed and continued on to the pump room where he dropped his trunks and began toweling off. He was dripping perspiration. As he stood there naked and semi hard drying off, a group of photographers rushed into the room. He reach for his sweaty trunks but a photographer spoke up. "No, stay the way you are, kid. You may have added a whole new dimension to this sport." They snapped picture after picture, Danny going through pose after pose totally naked. All eyes were upon him. Finally things settled down and the wait to see who would be called back began. Danny didn't bother to dress until it was announced that he was one of the finalists, then he pulled on a fresh pair of trunks, flamingo pink, and carefully arranged himself. On stage there was no doubt who was number one. Danny stood poised and confident in his tiny pink trunks his box bulging. When it was apparent he was the winner he began posing vigorously again his glutes becoming exposed and his stiffening cock lower the front of his trunks. By the time they all left the stage a good half of his teen cock was showing and the audience was going wild. "Ok, kid, let's get you somewhat covered and head for home. We have some celebrating to do," Geoff said with is arm around Danny. snjn@hotmail.com
