So, all my meat was almost done, and I stepped into the kitchen to prepare vegetables for the grill. Lance glided into the kitchen right after me. He immediately started grabbing several fruits and some of the vegetables I was working on.

"Whoa, dude. What are you doing with all that?"

"Oh, wimp boy out there is bitching about how drained he is from his workout session and begged me to make him one of my post workout recovery smoothies. It tastes like shit. But they always bring my energy back to one hundred per cent in about an hour and I think they actually prolong my pump. Anyway, he said the two of you weren't done yet and wants to be ready right after we eat."

Lance was throwing all kinds of stuff in the blender along with some supplement he kept in his room. It really looked nasty.

"Well, supper will be ready in ten minutes. I hope your concoction won't ruin his appetite."

He was too preoccupied with the process to actually comprehend what I was saying. Unless I missed something, I won the arm wrestling match. So, I didn't know what Logan was wanting to "finish". I got a little anxious.

I got my vegetables and went back to the grill. Logan quickly burst out of the shop and came and stood behind me at the grill. He was pressing his body against my back. I could feel his cock pressing against the upper part of my ass. He leaned his head in.

"So, we're going to try the arm wrestling thing again. This time I won't be tired from my workout and we'll see what's what. I told Lance that we'd be working out again so he'll be there, too. After all, I wanted you to compare our dicks anyway and he'll be handy to be able to convince you to do my bidding if you refuse me."

I couldn't think of anything to say. I was too dumbfounded by what was going on at the moment to formulate a sentence.

"By the way, I was just wanting to get your opinion on how my dick stacked up with other guys. I think you're gonna have to do a little bit more than just examine. I hope uncle Doug has you trained well."

Logan thumped the back of my head and strutted into the house. Supper conversation made me very uncomfortable. Of course all my food was great and people were commenting about how great it all was. Doug decided to boast on me a bit.

"Next time, Ken needs to smoke some stuff for us. He is particularly mastered at smoking meats."

I noticed a huge smile spread across Logan's face and he began staring directly at me.

"So, Kenny can really smoke some meat, huh? Well I'm am really looking forward to that. I bet he is really good at smoking sausage."

I was amazed that no one picked up on the pun. Logan continued to glare at me for the rest of supper. After we were done, Doug told me to go ahead to the shop and help Logan and he was going to visit with his sister for a while. I really had no excuse not to go out to the shop and indulge Logan in whatever he had planned. So, I proceeded out there.

When I entered the shop, Lance was performing rapid push ups with Logan standing just below Lance's shoulder blades. I had seen guys do this before and thought it was a hot feat of strength. Logan's head almost hit the low lying rafters every time Lance exploded upwards. I even noticed Logan's feet lift off Lance's back with a few of the more forceful reps. I was able to see him perform at least twenty of these reps before I was noticed by Logan.

"Fuck yeah, he's here. Come on, lets go!"

Logan swiftly dismounted Lance and got on his stomach with arm in position. I sighed and assumed the position. We locked hands and he immediately began an offensive bid for dominance. I was able to quickly get some of my weight advantage working for me and stopped his initial push and return our arms to vertical.

I slowly began to gain some ground and push him slightly down. I was about halfway down with him, our arms were at a forty-five degree angle and all momentum I had ceased. I looked up at Logan's face and he was grinning from ear to ear.

All of a sudden, I felt a surge of force come from his arm and he began to move my arm upward. I knew if he got us back to vertical, I would definitely lose. So, I sunk all the bodyweight I could into my effort and pushed as hard as I could.

Slowly, very slowly, I was able to push him back all the way to the floor. I flopped my arms down and laid my forehead on the floor to try and re cooperate my strength. Logan started pacing around the room, grunting, furious he had lost again. Suddenly, I felt a hand grab a fistful of my hair. It was Lance. He had come up behind me during the match. He began lifting my head up off the floor followed by my upper torso.

"You cheated, Uncle Kenny. You can't put all your bodyweight into a match like you did. Especially when you outweigh your opponent by like sixty pounds."

I grabbed onto Lance's wrist to try and support some of my weight instead of my poor hair as Lance continued to pull more and more of my body off the floor. I was finally to a point where I could get my knees under me. Lance stopped pulling up on my hair once I was kneeling but did not let go of my hair. He then walked in front of me.

My face was now mere inches from his rock hard abs. The sweat from his push up performance made each striation glisten under the ambient light. I could feel the awesome power exuding from this jacked muscle stud. I knew he was in complete control and could make me pretty much do anything with little resistance.

I twinged as he snapped my head back by the hair. I was now staring up at his angelic face. We remained staring at each other as he began to yell to Logan who was across the room hitting the heavy back.

"Yo, dumb ass! What were you gonna get from Ken if you won that arm wrestling match?"

"Huh, what?" Logan was just now realizing what had happened since he lost. "Oh, dude, awesome. He was gonna see my dick and tell me how it compared to other guys' dicks. I only can compare to you and I won that challenge a while back."

"What the fuck, man?!" Lance thrust me by my hair, backwards. I flew back foot or so and landed on my ass. "You are not bigger than me, dork. I am older than you and I have gone all the way through puberty. Plus, every chick and dude I've been with has told me how big I was. There's no way you got this beat."

At this, Lance pulled down his basketball shorts to reveal a somewhat thick, semi hard, seven inch cock. His balls were tight and looked like a flesh covered apple that his penis laid over as if on display. It actually looked quite impressive on his short, buff frame. I felt myself getting aroused by the sight of Lance's beautiful sculpted physique adorned with his impressive complete package. Logan began to giggle to himself.

"Dude, I got you sooo beat." Logan then pulled down the waistband of his running shorts to reveal a thick, vein covered, 7.5 inch, still flaccid, monster of a penis. His balls just were able to peek out on either side of his pendulous phallus. Logan continued, "This is a real fuckin' dick, bro."

Blushing, Lance conceded, "Fuck, man. I had no idea you were that fuckin' big." His penis quickly shriveled up to almost nothing. "I would want to show mine off to everybody if it was that massive, too.

Well, Uncle Kenny, since you cheated, Logan won the arm wrestling match by default. Get over here to pay your debt for losing."

I had already turned and began to leave at that point. Lance dashed around the weight bench and intercepted me just a few feet from the door. He reached out with his left hand and put three fingers on my sternum.

"No, no, no, no, no. You gotta live up to your end of the bargain. Get over there, get on your knees and give my little bro his prize."

I don't know what made me think I could actually physically do something to prevent this. But, I grabbed Lance's wrist to try and push him aside. Lance confidently countered by grabbing my wrist with his right hand and effortlessly began to slowly twist my arm.

I pointlessly struggled with all my might to stop this but he continued twisting until I was forced to turn around to relieve some of the torque pressure being applied. He then grabbed my left shoulder with his left hand and exerted upward force, lifting me off the floor about three inches. Logan then strolled over.

Being that I was suspended by Lance's awesome strength, 6'1" Logan and I were able to look at each other eye to eye. Logan, biting the corner of his lower lip, looked me up and down, then dropped his shorts to reveal everything. Then Lance dropped me. I fell to my knees, my face slapping Logan's cock on the way down.

"Ha, that's more like it! Fuck the comparing shit, I know how big I am! I want to teach you a fucking lesson for cheating!" Logan grabbed my neck with his right hand and began to choke me as he forced me to stand up. He continued to choke and lift me until I was forced onto my tip toes. "You are going to worship me now and there's nothing you can do about it, is there?"

Logan then pushed me by the neck backwards. I stumbled back, finally landing on the weight bench with a loud clanging. Lance positioned himself behind me, grabbed my arms and pinned them behind the Olympic bar used for bench press.

"Come on, Logan. Make him pay for his unsportsmanlike conduct."

Lance had me reclined in such a way that Logan was able to walk up, straddle my stomach and have his cock directly in my face. He was now somewhat aroused and had grown from 7.5 inches to just over eight inches. It was hanging there heavily, brushing against the tip of my nose every so often.

Logan then grabbed the groomed base of his cock and began to slap me in the face repeatedly. One side, then the other. Each blow harder and harder. Each blow making his dick harder and bigger. Each blow making my cock harder and bigger.

After the tenth or twelfth smack of his now rock hard cock, he left it resting against my left cheek. He slowly pulled back as his penis slid across my cheekbone. He seemed to go on forever. Finally the head passed my nose and sprung back and forth. I was now facing a super thick, 9 1/4 inch, throbbing piece of muscle boy meat. I resisted the overwhelming urge to stick out my tongue and lick just the head of this near perfect specimen.

"Lick it, loser."

"Lick it, liickkkk ittttttttt. I said, lick it, bitch!"

Logan once again grabbed the base of his beautiful (now 9.25") cock and began slapping me in the face with it. This onslaught of blows was a bit more playful, like he was tempting me to snap at it or bite it. So I began attempting to grab it with my teeth.

Logan managed to dodge all attempts and finished his dick lashing with one massive final thud right in the middle of my face. His hot balls found a home directly on top of my lips. The assertive jock boy just left his impressive specimen resting across my face for several moments.

 Like before, this muscle kid slowly began to back away; letting his throbbing penis snake its way off my face. He stopped with his beautiful head now resting on my lips. I kept trying to turn my head to avoid it resting directly on my lips. This attempt to avoid his massive member actually was making it bigger and harder.

"That tickles, he he. Now let’s stop playing around and you get to some licking."

Logan grabbed my hair once again and forced my head back against the weight bar.

"Just stick out your tongue and give my head a little licky pooh. You know you don't really have a choice. Things will go so much easier for you if you do it now instead of us forcing you to."

He tightened his grip and began to push the tip of his head through my pursed lips. Realizing I really had no choice here, I decided to do as he commanded. However, when I tried to stick my tongue out, the slight relaxation of my jaw gave enough of an opening for his head to slip into my mouth. My reflex reaction was to clinch down and I bit into his shaft about two inches in. He quickly pulled out to inspect any damage.

"Ow, you mother fucker, I didn't tell you to bite it," he said, still examining his still stiff cock. "No teeth!" Upon seeing no harm was done, he motioned to Lance to release me from the weight bench. "Let's try this again. This time no biting, just start to lick it and work your way up to biting. Now, get on your knees, please."

I complied with what was asked of me. My sarcastic mind thinking "Hell, he did say please, after all". I was now kneeling at the head of the weight bench and Lance slid down the bench and sat on the head, his trunk like legs on either side of me. Logan went to the sink and rinsed his package then strolled back to the bench. His dick was now semi flaccid but still engorged. The water was dripping from his circumcised head.

"You look thirsty, why don't you lick all this water off my cock for me."

He wagged his hips side to side making his penis swing out right in front of my face. I stuck out my tongue and let his gradually growing dick brush against it upon each pass. Logan then stopped his side to side motion and stood up straight, his cock now dangling right in front of my face. I began to lick his vascular shaft slowly. I started at his base where it meets his tight scrotum. Licking straight up, pressing his dick onto his torso.

When I passed his head, I continued licking upwards, following the contour of the crevice dividing either side of his washboard abs. I reached his chest, licked under, across his left pec. I began my descent, following his rock hard ab definition all the way down.

"Oh, yeah, adore my body." Logan began to moan faintly.

I had made it down to his groin and licked his dick in the opposite direction from before. This time, as I reached his head, I turn upward and took his head into my mouth. I gently began sucking just his head, teasing the tip of his man boy cock with my tongue.

"Ooohhh, fuck yeah. That is fucking awesome! Why haven't I made guys do this before. Ahhh, dude. Shit."

Logan began to give a little thrust forward as his thick dick became as hard as a steel rod. He grunted a little bit and then "Humph!" The boy gave me a massive thrust that I did not anticipate. The force of his cock hitting the back of my throat slammed my head into Lance's immovable eight pack abs. I started to gag and he backed out slightly, letting me catch my breath.