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Let me tell you about this client/friend

jerkbox said:


yeah no shit...i wish my friends weren't all lazy turdz

I hear that man,I have a training partner but he looks to me for guidance and doesnt know how to push me, Im proud of the guy for getting off his fat ass but I really need a serious training partner
 
You know when you have a hardcore training partner when you do a grueling death set of 335 x 18 deadlifts, then go to the locker room to puke, and he follows you and screams at your face as you are blackening out how I was a fucking pussy and didn;t get the whole 20 reps. You know when you have a hardcore training partner when he no longer counts weight on the bar, but the # of 45 lb plates on the bar. You know when you have a hardcore partner when he total 1500 at 180 lb bodyweight. Ah, my workout partner is a good guy.
 
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Bullit said:


This was the best part of the whole story.

The morale here should be:

"don try to please bullit, he prefers pleasing himself"
 
Here's the way it really went down:


MrMuscle said:
"Ok, lets begin."

"What have you planned?" He asked. Now, it should be said that this guy is one of the most well built guys I have ever seen. But we like to do this kinda stuff. I blow him, he blows me. So anyway, I just smiled and said:
"Just wait and see."

He finishes his lube up, does some light anal stretching, and heads over to where I'm pulling the free dips apparatus over to the chin bar. Just about now he is starting to get the idea what is going to happen.
"This is what we are going to do-", I said, "since we just have 20 minutes until you have to head out, we have to get this done fast- I want you to use the dip apparatus to impale yourself on my schlong, and I want you to keep going untill you give me 100 reps."

His eyes keeps widening as I speak, and as I finish he starts to grumble something fierce under his breath.

So the first set starts, I count the reps out high. 1, 2, 3..and he keeps going until he has done 30, then he casually drops down and starts sucking me off, and does 30 there too. I'm thinking "he dropped down WAY to soon, but if he likes the number 30 then ok, it's on." I give him a 2 minute rest, then it's on again. He does 20, and is about to drop down when I say "no way bro, you got ten more". SO he pushes out 10 more. And goes to the blowjob, same story there, I force him to do 30.

Thats 60 done, he is breathing real heavy, sweating all over tha place. Veins popping. But I'm not done yet. "Come on man, let's do 30 more". "Fuck you!" he says, so I kindly oblige. At 15 he is really starting to struggle, and starts dropping down. Not a chance, I punish his sorry ass untill he finally squeezes out number thirty. And then its the knob polisher again. By now he is heaving his breath, the pressure in my prostate is building up immensely, and I can see him strain. But I dont let him go until the thirty is done...he drops down and makes full eye contact (oh man, I love that), and smiles..SMILES, and says "I only got 10 more to go bitch." I just smile and go "Suck me dry, baby."

2 minutes go by, and he is about to call it quits when I grab him by the hair on the back of his head and say. "No way man, you are gonna swallow my load or die trying." So he curses something vile, and I start moving my hips gently in synch with him. Now by this time he is really fatigued, so I turn him over and slide it up his ass again. I mean the punishment I had been giving him with my purple headed warrior was insane. And he manages to keep up the rhythm, and by now he is screaming "No more man, I cant do more". While I'm screaming "You aren't leaving 'til I'm satisfied, bitch!" I have to help him, but after a grueling long time, and lots of breathing, screaming and a healthy re-application of Astroglide, he gets me to the point of no return. I pull out and shove it in his mouth. I tell him "Dont forget to lick me clean, big boy". He tells me to go kill myself, but he proceeds to start sucking away. By this time he knows whats going on, and decides he is gonna show me. So the bastard chugs down my mighty load without making so much as a sound. Shit, I thought I had broken him. But he is a real fighter.

He finishes, breathing and panting like he just had run a marathon and drops to the floor. I'm laughing, and people are looking at us like we are fucking insane. Then he looks at me, with murder-lust in his eye and says: "Yeah, keep laughing bitch, tomorrow, its payback time". And I remember "Fuck, it's his turn to be on top tomorrow. And we're out of Astroglide."
 
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that story so reminds me of the last 2 years of my body building days... (havent trained for a few years due to injuries)...

anyway, i was on the gear (alsorts of cycles) and my training partner wasnt. he was a work colleague, a really bright guy, black and cool, you know, with the naturally athletic physique.

i used to tease him that he had the edge on me cos he was black and he just had to look at a dumb bell and would gain mass. seriously, thats how it felt sometimes.

anyway, my point is this.
i was on cycles, all the time, and never admitted it to my mate (richard)... and i used to drive him really fecking hard...

i used to train him as hard as he used to train me, but i was on steroids and he wasnt (and he didnt know i was - well, thats what i thought, i found out later that he had realised i was on gear).
anyway, my point is this:

he VIRTUALLY, not quite, but virtually managed to keep up with my gains when i was on gear and he wasnt just because we would train harder because i could because ofr the gear.

i grew more muscle mass quicker than he did, but he managed to increase his strength at the same rate as i did on steroids!!! so, i looked a bit bigger than him, but strength wise, he more or less kept up.


just shows what you can do if you train to the max, even without AS.
 
revexrevex said:
You know when you have a hardcore training partner when you do a grueling death set of 335 x 18 deadlifts, then go to the locker room to puke, and he follows you and screams at your face as you are blackening out how I was a fucking pussy and didn;t get the whole 20 reps. You know when you have a hardcore training partner when he no longer counts weight on the bar, but the # of 45 lb plates on the bar. You know when you have a hardcore partner when he total 1500 at 180 lb bodyweight. Ah, my workout partner is a good guy.

where the hell do I sign up
 
This reminds me of the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville... I needed a new heel for my shoe. So, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days... So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time... Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel. And in those days, nickels had pictures of bumble bees on 'em! 'Gimme five bees for a quarter', you'd say. Now, where were we? Oh, yeah... the important thing was that I had an onion on my belt... which was the style at the time... They didn't have white onions because of the war... The only thing you could get was those big, yellow ones...
 
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