“Not if this wind doesn’t die down,” I answered expertly, paying her for the bottle of water I had grabbed. “There’s a nasty crosswind coming from the south bank that keeps blowing across starboard.”

“Oh, ok,” she replied blankly. Sometimes I loved doing that – confusing my mom with rowing terminology. “JP is here, you know,” she changed the subject.

I tried – successfully I hoped– to hide my excitement upon hearing the news of my boyfriend’s attendance. She didn’t and couldn’t know about my sexuality or my relationship with him. As the oldest daughter of a strict Lutheran minister, she came from a conservative family and I was afraid of what her reaction would be if she ever found out. Most of the time, I preferred not to think about it, instead putting my energy into other things – like crew. The season was going full force now, so with practices and workouts every day after school I had very little time to even go over to JP’s house as frequently as I had before. However, JP would come to some of the regattas that were held every Saturday.

“You should tell him I appreciated him helping out at the concession stand last week,” she said, displaying the courteous smile left over from her flight attendant days. “It was really nice of him.”

“I will,” I muttered, glancing at my watch and noticing that I was going to be late for a team meeting. “See you later, ma?”

As I jogged the mile-long path leading through the woods to the boathouse, I thought about JP. He never told me he helped my mom out. I guess it was just yet another example of his compassion and maturity, constantly thinking about other people. It’s like when he would help my team carry our boat from the dock up the hill to the boathouse; no one told him to, he just did it. If you’ve ever carried one of those eight-man sculls (and I’m not talking about those nice fiberglass ones that the Varsity eight used), you know those things are heavy, even for eight strong guys. And since JP was so much stronger than any of us, the other rowers didn’t object. Maybe he just felt guilty seeing us do all that work and him just tagging along, getting in the way. It always made me wonder why I was so lucky to have him as my boyfriend.

I loved crew almost as much as I loved playing trumpet. Not only did it give me something else besides band to put on my transcript for college, but it had put me in the best shape of my life. At 5 foot 11, 145 pounds and 12% body fat, I was no longer self-conscious about my body. I didn’t mind wearing the tanktop shirt and spandex shorts of the crew uniform…and JP would never forget to mention how good he thought I looked in them.

“I know why you became a rower,” JP said when he caught up to me later that day. The race was completed and we had just finished storing the boat.

I looked at him with a weird expression. “Why?”

“Because your legs look great in that spandex,” JP whispered in my ear. I admit my legs were probably among the best built in our boat, although most of the guys in Varsity had massive thighs that I just couldn’t compete with. “You guys looked pretty good out there,” he remarked, teasingly changing the subject.

“You kidding me,” I laughed. “We DFL’ed.”

“That means ‘Dead Fuckin’ Last,’ right,” he deciphered. I nodded. He caught on faster than my mom did. “Well, ok then, you looked pretty good out there,” he acquiesced. “You’ll definitely be on Varsity next year.”

“Thanks,” I grunted, knowing that he was just being nice. My boat was far from being the best one out there, but we would win a few races or at least get to the semifinals at every regatta. As a junior, I was the fifth man rower of the JV boat, which usually goes to the strongest rower in the eight-man scull since he’s in the middle. Therefore, I hoped to make the Varsity eight my senior year and JP was just as supportive to my goals as I was to his.

It was then that I noticed the backpack slung over my boyfriend’s shoulder. He saw my eyes focus on it and smiled. I knew what he was going to ask before he asked it.

“Is anyone home at your house?” JP asked. I looked at him, knowing exactly what he wanted.

We hadn’t done anything sexual since that time he gave me a blowjob nearly two weeks ago and I was trying to figure out when I would repay him. My mom was spending the rest of the day working at the regatta, so I would be home alone. I told him it was possible. I went to grab my stuff. He had told me not to bother changing, so I didn’t. He called his mom who had dropped him off earlier that day and told her he was going to my house for a bit. Of course, she didn’t think anything of it since either he was always at my place or I was always at his. We met again at my car and started the drive home. It was only a twenty minute drive from the lake to my house, but it seemed a lot longer. I was a little excited and nervous at the same time. I’m sure JP was too, since we didn’t talk that much the whole time.

As soon as we arrived, we went down the stairs to my basement. I had been preparing for this moment, figuring out how to outdo that first time. I flicked on the lights and walked across the room to move aside the curtain that partitioned my mom’s massage table from the rest of the area. My mom was a licensed massage therapist and she would work on me every once in a while, especially if she was trying something new. I guess I was her guinea pig in that respect and it was a bit awkward, but hey, I got free massages. She also had an informal contract with the high school football team, so I remember as a middle school kid, I’d try to sneak down the stairs to catch a glimpse of my muscle-bound high school heroes, including JP’s brother, who was by far the hunkiest and most gorgeous of all of them.

“I never knew this was here,” JP said, his face lightening up. He hardly had ever been down in my basement because, well, I didn’t have any workout equipment down there.

“Yeah,” I answered back matter-of-factly. “But let me get some sheets so we don’t get stuff on the actual table.” JP chuckled.

As I tucked under the last corner, I felt JP’s arms around my chest. I guess he was pretty eager. He started gently pressing his body up against my backside and I felt his hard cock on my butt.

“You’ve worked hard today,” he whispered in my ear. “Why don’t we just relax?” He caressingly kissed my cheek from behind, moving his hands underneath my tank top to massage my chest. “Your chest has gotten bigger,” JP caressingly said, his voice sounding silky smooth. “I can feel your muscles growing inside.” The sound of my boyfriend‘s voice alone was turning me on, almost as much as his soft hands rubbing up against my pecs. It was like something out of a movie. For someone with his strength, he sure knew how to be gentle. Girls would’ve loved him if he were straight.

He slid one of his hands around my right shoulder and slowly pulled down the strap, opening up my shoulder to his lips. I just closed my eyes and let him work away. JP continued kissing my neck and inch by inch moved down to my shoulder, his lips grazing my skin so tenderly, holding on for just the perfect length and then releasing wistfully. And then he would do it again a little bit farther down. Every muscle in my body was tingling and a sense of warmth rushed through every nerve. He slipped the left strap of the tank top down around my shoulder and the shirt dropped to my waist, completely exposing my bare back to him. “Oh, you’re getting so wide,” JP awed between kisses. “Sexy muscle upon sexy muscle.” My god, he was good! His hands wandered down my sides and to my butt. “Yeah, this is getting harder too.” His voice was now getting softer, almost to a whisper.

“Turn around,” he breathed to me. I obeyed and re-positioned my body to face him. His eyes were beautiful; so dreamy they were, I almost lost it right there. We immediately touched our lips together. His tongue danced with mine as lightly as a feather. I was really starting to get a hard-on now. His hands were caressing my back and mine were on his hard bubble butt, pressing it toward me so I could feel his rock hard cock on my pelvis. His ass had gotten so gorgeous, I had to refrain from touching it all the time. I moved my hands up along his back and under his shirt, lifting it up to reveal his chiseled torso. He caught what I was doing and released me to take it off. I leaned back against the table and looked over my boyfriend.

No matter how many times I had seen his body, it never ceased to amaze me. At now almost 5 foot 9 and a solid 145 pounds, JP’s growth spurt continued, giving him a body that most grown men would die for and he had it at not even 16. With a waist still at 27 and a half inches around and incredibly wide shoulders, the V of his upper body was breathtaking. His lats flared out like small wings as he pulled the shirt over his head. They were really starting to expand lately, giving him a bit of a fuller look. He stood there for a second just staring at me longingly, knowing that I was admiring his muscles. He had gained nearly 50 pounds of pure muscle since the beginning of his freshman year. He so belonged in an Abercrombie & Fitch catalog. Everyone always said it.

He started dropping his gym shorts, revealing his dick to me once again. It sprang out completely erect, looking even more impressive against his unbelievable washboard abs. Even though JP had gained a little of his body fat back since the end of the wrestling season, he had maintained a ripped six-pack. Now fully naked, he started advancing toward me. We locked arms once more and resumed kissing, our tongues gently wrestling with each other. I wrapped my arms around his large torso as tightly as I could, pressing them into his concrete lats.

“Mm, yeah,” he moaned. “Your biceps feel good.” His massive chest felt warm against mine. He glided his hands down my back to my butt again. He was really starting to take control of us, but I didn’t mind. As he leaned forward, I started losing my balance and had to wrap my right leg around his thigh for support. He now had complete control of the two of us and I liked it.

Suddenly, as if it were nothing, JP lifted me up and swung me around, my leg still wrapped around his. He was now sitting on the edge of the massage table with me standing in front. So aggressively yet so gently he did this that I felt like I was floating. We ceased kissing, both knowing what was coming next. He pulled himself fully onto the table and lay down flat. I looked at him lying there completely in the buff. I could only see a little bit of his face beyond the rolling hills of his chest. I got onto the table myself and positioned myself above his ripped thighs. They had begun to swell too, since he made sure he stayed ahead of me on the leg press. His huge dick was practically calling to me. It was so thick and juicy. Was it even bigger than the last time I saw it? I closed my eyes and extended my tongue out of my mouth and touched it against the upper ridge.

I heard JP moan as I continued gliding down and around his shaft. “Oh my God,” he groaned, a sign that I was doing a good job. I reached my arms up to grab hold of his body and I felt his hands grab mine, gently guiding them to his abs. Six hard rises of muscle greeted my fingers as my tongue continued working his dick. Up and down all eight inches, I glided my tongue as I remembered him doing to me. He moaned in satisfaction.

I released and looked up at JP’s gorgeous face. His eyes were closed and his lips were curled into a calming smile. He looked so perfect. He deserved more. Suddenly, I went all the way and just swallowed my boyfriend’s flawless dick, letting its entire length slide into my mouth. JP gasped in pleasure as I gave him the best blowjob I knew how. I stroked his cock with my lips, my tongue flirting around the shaft savagely, wanting to take in every bit of it. God, I craved it! He started to thrust his hips, moving in rhythm with me. I could feel his obliques under my fingers working hard, their well-built fibers doing what they were trained to do. I shoved my hand underneath his hard ass, pushing his crotch even harder into my face.

Then, I felt his stomach start to contract, the valleys narrowing tightly, signaling me that he was about to blow. I pulled my head away just in time to hear a snap and I felt a falling motion, except this time, it wasn’t just a feeling. As JP’s cum gushed out, the legs of the table gave way and it collapsed onto the floor. Apparently, the combined weight of almost 300 pounds was too much for it and it buckled. We both lay there laughing like crazy, my neck covered in white goo and JP lying on his back, his muscled chest heaving up and down. I got up and immediately grabbed a nearby washcloth.

“I hope it isn’t broken,” JP exclaimed, rolling over to push himself off the floor. As he did that, I caught a glimpse of his triceps exploding out of his skin. Jeez, I thought, this kid was nothing but muscle upon muscle. And he was seriously starting to get huge. He kept telling me how much his growing pains were really starting bothering him now, giving forewarning of the changes that were eminent.

“Let me see your arm,” I told him. I wasn’t shy about looking at his muscles anymore.

“Ok,” JP said, offering his left arm to me for inspection. He definitely wasn’t shy about showing off his muscles either. He flexed his left arm just like he did in the early days when he had golf balls sticking. Now it was like someone stuck a baseball in his arm. I felt all over his arm and shoulder. Nothing but rock. I loved watching it grow with each curl he performed, getting stronger and stronger. “I know you like it,” JP said beaming. “They’re getting bigger and rounder every day.”

He turned toward me and I felt down his chest. I felt like I was rubbing against a marble statue. His pecs used to be flat, but now that they were fully developed, they were starting to round out, ready to erupt with power. His nipples were hard and sticking out seductively. “My chest is going to be so huge, I’m going to rip through every shirt I own.”

My hands continued down, under his pecs, over his stomach. Six perfectly sculpted mounds of dense meat forced my fingers up and over each one. JP always had great abs, even when he was only beginning to gain muscle. “It took hundreds of sit-ups to make these…and hundreds more will make them even better.” I was loving this commentary that he was making about himself. I squatted down to get a closer look. I played my fingers in and around the crevices. He flexed his abs and gasped in amazement at the density of them. They somehow seemed to keep getting tougher and more shredded.

I looked down at his cock which was already beginning to grow hard again. “Is your dick bigger or is it just me?” I asked him.

“Nah,” JP answered modestly. “You’re just getting a closer look at it.” I looked up at him and he looked down with a devilish smile. “But it’ll probably be bigger the next time you give me a blowjob.”

Damn, I thought to myself. I moved myself around his body my face met his round butt. I placed one hand on each of his cheeks and marveled at their beauty. They not only looked amazing bare, but looked good in almost everything he wore. I continued up his backside, sliding my hands along his sides, past where there should have been love handles but instead, displayed nothing but muscle. I moved up his wide lats and across his massive back, ripped with muscle and then up to his neck which was wider than ever. JP’s back was the part of him that was really starting to grow; he was beginning to fill out, in preparation for some real gains. “So wide they’re getting,” JP loved talking about himself to me. He knew it turned me on so much. “Pretty soon, walls will be bending in my path.”

I glided my hands around the base of his neck and over his traps to his throat. I looked up at his eyes. “But this is the best part,” I told him.

“This is my favorite part of you, too,” JP answered, his gaze passing through me like a ray of sunshine and filling my whole body with its warmth. Then, we kissed again, embraced in the world’s most passionate liplock, every one of my muscles taking in my boyfriend’s strength as he wrapped his arms around my torso. I intensely ran my hand through his short, spiky hair, while the other wandered down his shredded abs toward his cock, which greeted me at attention. I just couldn’t help myself as I began stroking JP’s steel pipe blissfully, jacking him off. Its thick girth filled in between my fingers, the head brushing up against the side of my thigh.

Suddenly, a rumble shook the walls. Shit, the garage door! JP groaned in unrelieved pleasure as I hastily tore myself away from him. “My mom’s home,” I grunted, panicking at her bad timing. “I was supposed to start dinner!”

I bolted across the room and vaulted over a couch, trying to find any article of clothing to put on. I couldn’t go upstairs and have my mom see me in nothing but my crew shorts. I found an old workout shirt and looked around anxiously for pants. Fuck! I couldn’t find any.

Then, after almost forgetting about him, I heard JP sigh behind me and turned around. He was leaning against the wall, a fresh puddle of cum lying a foot in front of him, his throbbing dick still dripping the last bits of another huge load of spunk. Damn, if only my mom would’ve been a few seconds later. I looked into my boyfriend’s eyes apologetically, mad at myself that I had pulled away at the wrong moment.

“It’s alright,” he breathed. “Grab my jeans and go.”

“You sure?” I said hurriedly.

“Yeah, go,” his bright blue eyes widened in alarm. “I’ll clean up down here.” I hesitated. “GO!” he yelled one more time.

Snapping to it, I snatched JP’s shorts and, running up the basement stairs at the same time, struggled to put them on me. The sound of the garage door closing ceased. In only seconds, my mom would be walking into the house. My heart started rapidly beating harder as I stumbled up the steps, the jeans only halfway on. •