Robbie and Roy
by Squeezable (amauiguy@gmail.com)
©
Copyright 2010
The
afternoon I first met Robbie, I could tell right away that he was special. You
might think it's weird for a huge bodybuilder like me to say that about someone
as small and scrawny as Robbie, but I swear it was true then, and it still is.
I
had just finished a fantastic, almost-puke-your-guts-out leg workout, I'm
talking massive squats, extensions, curls, you name
it. I really pushed myself, and my legs were so wobbly I could barely stand,
let alone walk. I was heading home to shower, but it must have taken me ten
minutes just to pull on my sweats over my t-shirt and shorts.
So
here I am, quads, hamstrings, and calves quivering in fatigue, doddering like
an old man down the sidewalk. Suddenly out of nowhere from around the corner,
this skinny brown-haired kid comes running right into me. He bounced off my
bulk and fell to the sidewalk, but my own legs were so unsteady, I land on my
ass, too.
He
pushed his thick glasses back into place, and shook his head and blinked his
eyes a few times. Then he realized that he had run into a person. The look on
his face was priceless.
"Hey,
are you ok, mister?" he asked, getting to his feet and rushing over to me,
bending down with concern apparent on his face.
I
started laughing. I couldn't help it. Here was this kid, probably 5'5" or
5'6" maybe 100 pounds soaking wet asking me if I was ok. Did I mention
that he's polite, too?
Slowly
I got to my feet, kind of enjoying the changes of expression on the little
guy's face. First he seemed relieved that I could move at all, then happy that
I was starting to stand, then puzzled as I rose taller and taller, then totally
and completely awestruck when I reached my full height of 6'10". Yeah, I'm
a big guy, and I'm used to having people stare at me, but Robbie was so cute, I
couldn't help but laugh.
"Yes,
I'm fine, thanks," I said. I offered my hand, and introduced myself,
"My name's
He
just stood there, his mouth gaping open, staring at me in wonder.
I
snapped my fingers in front of his face, you know, the way hypnotists do, and
he muttered, "Wha...?"
So
I held my hand out and introduced myself again.
"I'm
Robbie," he said softly, reaching out tentatively to shake hands. I think
he was afraid I was gonna hurt him or something. He
kind of had that deer-in-the-headlights look, especially with those glasses of
his.
I
took his small hand--I swear it seemed so tiny compared to mine, and gave it a
firm clasp, but I was really careful not to hurt him.
With
his eyes practically popping out of their sockets, he said, "Wow, you're
huge,
With
his tousled hair, he was so damn cute.
Believe
it or not, not all huge body builders are looking for other mountains of
muscle. Muscle is great, but I've always had a soft spot for little guys,
especially the types that seemed kind of vulnerable, like Robbie.
What
sealed the deal with me were the next questions out of Robbie's mouth.
First
he asked, "How much do you weigh?"
At
the time I wasn't as big as I am now, but I was honest and told him,
"315."
His
eyes got really big, and then he asked breathlessly, "Can I feel your
muscles?"
Now,
I've gotta tell you, for me, especially at that time,
that was the perfect question. Maybe I felt like I needed an ego boost or
something, I don't know. But coming from him, and without a hint of fear, I
knew he was special.
"Sure,
Robbie," I said.
Before
I could say anything more, he reached up to place his small hands on my pecs, and started massaging them.
"Whoa!"
I said. "Down, tiger."
He
pulled his hands down and gave me a pouty look, like I'd just taken his candy
away.
"Robbie,
how old are you?" I asked.
Sticking
up his chin, as if he always got asked his age, he said with a defensive voice,
"I'm 22."
You
can't believe how relieved I was that this baby faced kid wasn't jail bait.
Turned out he's a student at the local college. I was 38, myself. I didn't want
to take any chances.
I
let him grope my muscles for a couple of minutes, and we exchanged phone
numbers and addresses. It turned out his apartment wasn't far from my house.
Then
I asked him why he had been running.
"Oh
crap, I'm gonna be late for class," he
exclaimed. "I'll call you later, Roy!" he said, running off.
So
that was how I met Robbie.
Robbie
called me early that evening. He didn't mince words, that's
for sure.
As
soon as I answered the phone, he asked, "
"Sure,
Robbie," I said. "I like showing off."
"Great!"
Robbie said, and immediately hung up.
Now
was my turn for the "Wha...?" I didn't
realize that he meant right that moment. As I often do, I had been lounging
around the house naked, so I threw on a pair of gym shorts and a tank top.
Sure
enough, about ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to
a still-panting Robbie. The eager little bugger had run all the way.
"Hi,
His
wide grin was captivating. I felt myself wanting to please him, so I struck a
double bicep pose.
"Oooh!" Robbie exclaimed, reaching up on tip toes to feel
them. I bent down a little, so he could reach. Even with both of his hands he
couldn't cover them. I pumped my biceps up and down, and could tell he loved
that.
"I
love the way your flexing makes your veins move," he declared.
Then
he started running his hands over my shoulders and traps, kneading them, or at
least trying to. His small hands weren't really powerful enough to dent them.
"Can
I see your pecs next,
"Sure,
Robbie, whatever you want," I answered.
I
grabbed at the bottom of my tank top and slowly pulled it up, revealing my abs
first. Of course I tensed and moved them back and forth, eliciting more sounds
of contentment and awe from my skinny little worshipper.
I
continued pulling the shirt off, tossed it onto a chair, and took a deep breath
puffing out my chest to the max.
Well,
it must have been too much for poor Robbie, because I noticed his eyes start to
roll back in his head, but I managed to catch him before he hit the floor.
He
was still breathing, so I wasn't too worried.
I
cradled him in my arms, thinking how light he felt. My normal bicep workout
started with eighty pound dumbbells, so to me he was light as a feather.
"Robbie,"
I whispered, "Robbie," trying to rouse him.
His
eyes fluttered open, and a huge smile appeared as he looked into my eyes.
"You're
massive,
I
laughed. This kid was a total muscle hound, but I loved it, too.
I
walked over to the sofa and gently put him down so I could adjust the placement
of my hands.
"Try
to stay stiff," I told him, as I easily lifted him up. Slowly I curled
him, then extended my arms, then curled again, over and over. For me it was hardly
a work out, but I was getting turned on by the look of utter bliss on his face.
"Ah,"
he sighed. "This is so hot!"
"Good,
glad you're enjoying yourself," I replied sincerely.
"You're
like what, 6'8"?" he asked.
"Try
6'10", little man," I answered.
"Wow!"
he exclaimed. "Can you show me your pecs now?
I'll try not to pass out again."
This
guy was cracking me up. I hadn't had this much fun with a muscle worshipper in
a long time.
I
set him down on his feet carefully, and took a deep breath to expand my chest.
"I
like hairy chests like yours, Roy," he said. "Your pecs are so massive that the hair doesn't hide their size
at all."
Robbie
reached up and put a hand on each of my pecs and
started rubbing them, and swirling the hair with his small fingers.
I
let him indulge himself for a couple of minutes, and then I decided to have
some fun. I started slowly bouncing my pecs. First
I'd lift one and hold it, then I'd let that one relax and lift the other.
"Oh, yeah!" Robbie declared enthusiastically.
You'd
think Robbie had just been given a puppy for Christmas or something from the
look of delight on his face, especially when I increased the speed of the
bouncing.
I
closed my eyes, and tilted my head back, enjoying the sensations of his hands
on my pecs.
Well,
Robbie wasn't about to stop his exploration, and that was precisely the time he
decided to see whether my nipples were connected to anything.
"Yow!"
I yelped in surprise.
With
a devilish look, Robbie peered up at me to see if that was a yell of surprise
or pain. Quickly determining it was the former, he set to work on my nipples
with a vengeance.
I'm
sure I must have been moaning in pleasure then, but I don't really remember.
Let's just say that my nipples definitely are wired, and they run directly to
my cock, which was soon fully erect, and quite obviously visible pressing
against the light cloth of my gym shorts.
Robbie
knew the effect he was having on me, and he loved it.
"Looks
like you're flexing another muscle,
I
was actually close to shooting my load, so I decided to distract him. I reached
down, put one hand on each side of his narrow torso, and then extended my arms,
lifting him up in front of me. My house has 12' ceilings, so I lifted him up as
far as I could.
"You're
really strong,
By
now it was clear to me that anything involving muscles and manhandling him
would probably excite this skinny kid.
I
lowered him a bit, so that the fly of his jeans was at the same level as my
mouth. I could feel the length of his stiff cock sticking up in his pants.
Pressing against the fabric, I breathed hot air against his boner. He giggled
and twitched.
Then
I brought him down against my chest, wrapping my arms around him. He felt so
tiny.
"Oh, yeah,
I
knew that I would crush him if I squeezed too hard. I also knew that I'd be
able to make him cum if I squeezed just hard enough.
I
pulled him firmly against my furry pumped up pecs,
and flexed my big biceps along his sides. Slowly I pulled my forearms toward my
chest, just a bit at first. Enough so that he could feel the security of being
held in my arms.
That
was when I leaned my head down and kissed him on the forehead, and whispered,
"You're special, Robbie."
He
tilted his head up and looked into my eyes and said, "Thanks,
Then,
as I've since grown used to, he broke the romantic mood by taunting me,
"You aren't squeezing very hard."
I
laughed and bounced him up and down in my grasp.
"Wait
as sec, let me put these down," he said, taking off his glasses.
I
took them from him and placed them carefully on the table.
"Ok,
crush me, Roy!" he commanded.
Gradually
I tightened my hold around him. I wanted him to enjoy it, so I went very
slowly. At first giving him a taste of being wrapped up in solid muscle. I started
squeezing a little more. He was still breathing regularly, but he was not able
to draw in quite as much air with each breath.
"These
big arms are crushing you now, little man."
I
continued to compress his torso, loving the way it felt to embrace his skinny
little body. He had his eyes closed, and a big smile on his face as he endured
my bearhug, his feet dangling high off the floor.
"I
know you like my pecs. I'm gonna
show you just how big they are."
I
inhaled deeply, expanding my huge chest against his narrow one, forcing him to
exhale from the pressure of it. Then I exhaled allowing him to take another
breath, and then I inhaled again to force his out.
"My
muscles are in control of your every breath."
Even
through his pants, I could tell he was getting aroused by this.
"Crushing
the breath from you..."
I
pulled my arms a bit tighter, tensing and relaxing my biceps rhythmically
against his sides.
"Tighter,
and tighter, little man..."
He
was close to shooting. His breaths were shorter and shorter. With each breath,
he was taking in less air than before.
"Squeezing
you..."
I
listened, as his breath went in, then out, then in,
then out. He was on the verge of climax. It was time to squeeze him over the
edge. On the next breath out, I squeezed just a bit harder, forcing the
remaining air from his lungs, and then I held him like that.
"Nighty,
night!"
His
body went rigid, his bony hips thrusting against my abs as he shot his load.
I
slowly loosened my grip around him, so he could breathe again, and carried him
over and gently laid him down on the sofa to recover. As he lay there, I
thought about how sweet he looked, and how I'd do anything to please him.
We've
been together for a few years now. With his encouragement, and the motivation I
get from his near constant worship, I'm close to 400 pounds. That makes both of
us very happy.