“Desert Conqueror” feat. Brad Armstrong

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THE DESERT CONQUEROR by Scott Thomas I came out to the desert to get some fresh air and sun- shine. A bodybuilding con- test was comming up. I wanted to look my best. The wide open spaces and the rugged mountains was an inspiring change from the crowed bodybuilding gym. From time to time, I felt I needed the solitude of this peaceful place. After hiking for several hours, I found an abandoned prospectors ca- bin. No one was around, so I went inside to get away from the afternoon heat. I wanted to get as tan as my training partner, Dennis.
My mind drifted back to the time when we had met at Steins gym near the beach in Santa Monica. Dennis was training with Steven and Rex Colten. The last two were both Mr. America calibre bodybuilders. I myself, hope to be with them, next year. Back at the gym, Dennis kept staring at me as I was pumping my arms. He watched in the mirror as I did my chest routine. He then followed me up into the shower room with the two other Mr. America bodybuil- ders. Both of them went into the shower. Dennis asked me when I arrived in town. I told him that I was from back east. This was the first work- out I had. I didn't think I looked as good as Steven or Rex. Dennis assured me that I was wrong and that I should enter the next Mr. America contest for the "experience". Dennis comm- ented on the fact that I needed more sun, which was one of the reasons I came out to the desert.
Scott Thomas photographed by David Carter
Brad Armstrong by David Carter
Scott Thomas naked in the desert
Dennis and I spent time commenting on each others strong and weak points. The aftemoon heat made me think of when he followed me into the sauna bath after our conversation. I was sur- prised at how friendly most of the bodybuilders were, out here on the West Coast. Dennis told me that that was usually the case, but only with other bodybuilders like us. Dennis looked at me more intently in the sauna. I could just slightly hear moaning noises coming from the showers when the water was turned off. It had to have been Steven and Rex Colten. Dennis then took off his shorts. I saw that he had a huge hard on. This turned me on. The head of his shaft struck straight out from the mass of his pubic hair. We drew closer to each other. As I remembered his hard rod press against my body, I began rubbing my cock. I was in the old prospectors shack, and the fantasy of Dennis helped me through the long hot summer after- noon. Dennis pulled off my shorts. He slowly slipped his legs around my aroused cock. I could feel his warm tongue, twist and turn around my swollen shaft as he went deeper and deeper on it.
Brad Armstrong nude and erect outdoors in black and white
Dennis' golden body ap- peared on my mind. He was a tight, very defined medium sized bodybuilder. He was also blonde. His body form looked all the more beautiful as I relived the scene in the sauna bath at Steins gym. Dennis' beautiful form was covered with drops of sweat as he bore down harder on my flaming rod. The heat in the shack seemed exactly the same as what it felt like in the sauna bath. While ind- ulging in the pleasure of the memory of that smoothe oral action, I reached down and touched my cock. Dennis took my firm penis right to the base. Just thinking about how friendly he was the first time we met, got me harder in the shack. Dennis bore down on me faster and faster and I could feel myself going so deep inside him, I thought he would choke. His muscles tensed, and looked all the more dramatic, covered with a thin layer of sweat in the sauna bath. The dim light cast deep shadows of his defined muscle structure. Every fiber of his body was twitching and straining as he was waiting in vigorous an- ticipation of sucking every drop of love juice from my rock hard prick.
Steven and Rex were going at it in the shower. I won- dered at that time, then found out later, that all the West coast bodybuilding gyms had this going on. Anyone could get in on it, if they were in the right crowd, at the right time. Bodybuild- ers often had sex orgies out here that made those at the 69th Street Baths in New York, look tame in com- parison. Dennis was certain- ly proving this to me when I was in that sauna bath. The fantasy of him being my lover, turned over and over again in me as I dreamed of him in that shack. No one was around for miles, as I wandered around outside, from time to time out in the desert.
Brad Armstrong poses nude in the desert in the 70s for David Carter
Scott Thomas 4-pack showing his fine ass on the rocks.
I wanted to look my best for Dennis as I wanted to again, have him drink my balls dry. Man, was he good when he sucked my cock. Never once did he touch my cock with his teeth. Dennis deep throated me so good. The head of my rod felt like it was going to explode as he and I were to become one for an instant in that sauna bath. I remembered as Dennis pressed my body against the door so that no one else could come in and distrub our blissful moment in eternity. I kept thinking about Dennis, and how much I wanted him in every way. For awhile, I thought the quiet solitude out here in the desert would make me forget him, and go on to better things, but I only wanted him more and more. I did not know if the deep love I had for him would last, or weath- er he wanted me for a one time shot only. All I could think of was how much I wanted him. That beautiful body of his drank my cum, and I wanted him to drink deep, again and again. I needed him in every way I could think. I remember his hard round ass. I wanted to thrust my hard penis into his ass as well. I hoped that sooner or later, I would get this from him too.
I reflected back again on how much he wanted my hot essence in the sauna bath after our workout. "Give me more", he begged. At the exact moment that I dropped my hot molten juice from deep within my balls, he swallowed deep. I could feel the cream go down deep into him. The intense orgasm with this beautiful body- builder caused me to almost pass out in sheer delight. Dennis begged me for more juice, as my cum ran out from around his lips. I re- member how much Dennis loved it, and how he said that it felt so good. He wanted more and more, that night in the sauna bath and I wished I had more of my hot load to give him that very instant. Was every West coast body- builder this horny? I won- dered. During my first work- out, in the first gym I walked in to, I heard what two Mr. America bodybuilders, Steven and Rex Colten, were doing in the shower room. There, just last night, I had this beautiful stud bodybuilder, suck me dry; to the last drop. I could not get my mind off of his golden hair and beautiful bronze skin. Back in New York, where I came from, I used to see bodybuilders occasionally in gay films. I never thought that it was like this though. In my immagination, I thought that maybe a few got involved in this sort of thing for money. From the exper- ience I had with my first workout at Steins, the top bodybuilding gym in the country, I was brought to my senses.
Scott Thomas gives the "come hither" look
Scott Thomas touches himself in color.
Brad Armstrong hides nude among the rocks.
Brad Armstrong in color, late 1970s
Again, I thought of that large cock of Dennis'. I watched his huge shaft swell with delight as I was getting ready to cum, "over and over again" down that warm, long, glorious throat of his that must have sucked every bodybuilder cock in town. The veins on his rod were red and distended. The head on his cock balooned to enor- mous proportions until I thought his boner would ex- plode in the steam room. He did not touch it once, but appearently got so hot from just sucking my cock that he was going to reach a climax just as I hit my high- est high. As I raced my shaft deeper and deeper in his throat, I wanted all of him. I grabbed his hair and pulled him closer and deeper. I wanted us to become one as we both dropped our potent cream from our balls that ached for each other all through the workout. At this moment, I wondered how many other unreleased de- sires were pent up, waiting to be released by those mas- sive, muscular giants? How many bodybuilders loads were wasted when they were washed down the drain in the shower room at Steins, or dropped in the toilet, then flushed away. So many bodybuilders had such hun- gry throats, and were eager to take ever drop that would cum their way, as long as it was from another body- builder.
Scott Thomas magnificent ass eclipses the fantastic desert landscape.
Dennis was no exception to this. He had stared intently at me all during his session in Steins gym as we both were working out. I knew at that time that he was pumping up, then looking at me. He wanted me to see him, so that he would see how I reacted. Every other bodybuilder in Steins gym was doing the same thing. It was about six o'clock that evening, so that all of the "champs" were there. Each one was staring at each other as they trained, yet no one ever said a word. They were to involved with cruising each other out.
My mind was flooded with images of muscular biceps, round ones, gaping pink, tight bodybuilder assholes, and open mouths, waiting to take me into them in every way immaginable. My mind spun faster in the desert heat. The tip of my cock burned hotter and gotter, as thoughts of Dennis, and all those other beautiful body- builders raced in my mind. Oh man, this must have been heaven, now that I found out that so many of these young giants were gay! Over and over again, my mind dwelled on my cock sliding down that smooth, warm passage- way of Dennis. Alone in the desert, I let out a Moan. Those hungry lips took my load again, as I immagined him in my mind. The sting in my penis gave way to an explosion as my cum shot through the still hot desert air. It came again and again. I built up such a beautiful load for him. The hot fire rained down, and formed a puddle on the concrete be- low me. I felt a loss at that moment, that I could not hold it back any longer, then get it down him again like he wanted so much. I came, the same way he did in the sauna bath that night. It was glorious and I loved it. Per- haps this was why those top bodybuilders were so dedi- cated to their routines. They trained hard for that glorious moment that they lived over and over again, behind stage in the locker rooms of gyms all over the West coast.
unwinded, then walked about in the desert heat. The afternoon was leaving, and it began to cool off. I was thankful for how lucky I had been to come out here and find all of these wild body- builders. My mind was set on having all of them, and I knew someday I would, at the rate things were going. Other people must have felt that those guys were mostly unavailable, but man, did I learn different. I even heard that alot of them run ads in appropriate papers and mag azines, hoping to get laid. was told it was for cash, but then again, I wonder.
I had to get back to the gym tonight if I was to see Dennis again, or some other body- builder to get what so many of us have searched for. You too, may find what I did out here, on the West coast. At that moment I felt that I was a conquorer as I let my load of cum lying out there, in the desert. I knew that sooner or later, I would overcome every other bodybuilders inhibi- tions, and have them drink from my shaft and I also, could take theirs.
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My mind was flooded with images of muscular biceps, round ones, gaping pink, tight bodybuilder assholes, and open mouths, waiting to take me into them in every way imaginable. My mind spun faster in the desert heat. The tip of my cock burned hotter and gotter, as thoughts of Dennis, and all those other beautiful body- builders raced in my mind. Oh man, this must have been heaven, now that I found out that so many of these young giants were gay! Over and over again, my mind dwelled on my cock sliding down that smooth, warm passage- way of Dennis. Alone in the desert, I let out a Moan. Those hungry lips took my load again, as I imagined him in my mind. The sting in my penis gave way to an explosion as my cum shot through the still hot desert air. It came again and again. I built up such a beautiful load for him. The hot fire rained down, and formed a puddle on the concrete be- low me. I felt a loss at that moment, that I could not hold it back any longer, then get it down him again like he wanted so much. I came, the same way he did in the sauna bath that night. It was glorious and I loved it. Per- haps this was why those top bodybuilders were so dedi- cated to their routines. They trained hard for that glorious moment that they lived over and over again, behind stage in the locker rooms of gyms all over the West coast.

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