Beefcake
written by:
Jan Prins

We called him Beefcake but he was no beefcake. Beefcake Coetzee was a boy that emigrated with his parents from South Africa when he was fourteen. And scrawny did not do him justice. In fact, we joked he could replace the skeleton in the Biology class if ever it was stolen.

We gave him the name Beefcake when one of our football stars found him in the gym furiously pumping away on a bench press, trying to do something about his lack of muscles.

I could only imagine Beefcake, thin as he is grunting and huffing and puffing to get that weights up there.

And then the Beefcake jokes started, almost akin to the Chuck Norris jokes we have today. Did you know that King Kong and Arnold Schwarzenegger had a baby and Beefcake was the result? Or that ever if there is a threat of an asteroid striking the earth we could always send up Beefcake. He'll face punch the asteroid back from where it came.

No, we were never kind to poor old Beefcake. And as part of what would be deemed the in-crowd, we sort of made it our mission to make this boy's life a bit of a hell.

But I do not know what they teach those kids in South Africa, but despite our cruellest jokes, Beefcake never got mad. He just shrugged it off and went about his merry way.

He had his friends obviously. But it was in our final year in school that I saw another side of Beefcake that I never would have imagined possible.

To call Beefcake socially awkward is a stretch of the word.

"Wow. You must really like pink a lot."

Well yes. That is why I have it all over my desktop.

But I spared him the retort when I saw him standing there in the door. His shirt hung loosely over his frame. I was glad to see that he did gain a bit of weight, as he did not look too much like a skin covered skeleton.

In a way, I felt sorry for him. I do not know why though, as I had been quite cruel to him on more than one occasion. Especially when he asked me out to go see Star Trek with him.

But here he was at a party at our house with all the jocks and debutantes you can shake a stick at. An open target for any despicable prank you could imagine.

I had to admit his comment did make me blush a bit, as my pc did look more like a little girls than a girl about to face the cruel world out there.

"I guess I do. How's it going, Beefcake?"

He did not even grimace at the name. "Okay, I guess. Great party..."

Yes, it would be a great party for you now wouldn't it, as you never managed to crack an invite to one of these before in all your life at school.

"It's okay I guess."

There was an awkward silence. "Guess I'd better be going."

"Wait. No. Come on in, Beefcake." I stood up from my desk and offered him the chair. I took a seat on my bed and watched as he sat down. Shame. He was clearly nervous and I could not blame him. I guess if you were him you would expect a prank around every corner.

"Any plans for after school?" I asked after a bit of silence.

He gave a chuckle. "No." And that was it.

Deciding not to let it go there, I pulled a couple of pamphlets from a college I would be attending. "This is where I am heading. Of to study dental hygiene."

His eyes widened as he took the pamphlets. "Wow. Okay. That is well... amazing. It looks like a cool place..."

"Maybe.But yeah. I am going to be making sure kids brush their teeth and clean their mouths if they don't."

"That sounds nice."

"Do I make you nervous, Beefcake?"

"Uhm. No. I mean yes. But no..."

"Relax. I am not about to pull a prank on you Beefcake." And if ever there was sincerity meant it was now. "You are safe here."

He relaxed a bit. "Good."

"Want to go for a walk?"

"Okay. Sure."

I led him out the side door, as I did not want people to see us leave. Especially not the jocks. They would only waylay us and do something childlike to him. And I was in no mood for their silly shit tonight.

A pathway led from our house down to the river, but I knew of small detour that would take us to a place where none of the other kids would be. I found myself curiously drawn to Beefcake. It turns out he is not such a bad conversationalist once he opens up a bit.

"Did you ever have a girlfriend, Beefcake?" It was an honest enough question, and one that I hoped did not offend him.

He just shrugged. " I had one, once. But you would not know her. She was from out of town. But we broke it off. Long distance y'know?"

I knew about those. "And none of the local girls interested you?"

"I never got the guts worked up to ask one out, you know. Not that I would stand a chance."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I tried once. And that blew up in my face."

I felt more than a twang of guilt. It was more a stab, or rather a wheelbarrow of guilt dropped on me. "Oh God Beefcake..."

"Nah. Don't sweat it." He flashed me a smile. " That was a few years ago."

"But still, I am sorry. I could have let you down a bit easier."

"I suppose."

There was a minute of silence again.

"I am curious though. Why did you come tonight Beefcake? I mean, you know my friends and that they will do something embarrassing to you."

"Yeah. I know. But in truth, y'know what? 10 years from now I will look back at all that and it won't matter. Ten years from now they most likely will send friend requests, hoping to up their numbers. It's funny really.Them pretending to be friends and all."

"Will you accept my friend request?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I like you."

"Even though I scared the crap out of you, and caused you never to ask any girl on a date ever again?"

"That was my own fault. Not yours."

"Yeah, but still..."

"Drop it, okay Leah? I'm cool with it. It doesn't bother me okay?"

I left it there. "You know Beefcake. You are actually a nice guy."

He said nothing. "We should get going back. I do not want your friends to know you were hanging out with me..."

He turned to walk away. I grabbed his arm to stop him. "Beefcake. Wait. Just one last question." He nodded. "If I did go out on a date with you, and say it did work out between us, what would you have done?"

"Dunno. I know this place, over by the lake. Not a lot of people come there. It is a bit remote. But it is nice. When the sun sets it reminds me of heaven. Or what heaven would be like. And I would take you there, show it to you..."

"That's sweet Beefcake."

"Meh..."

That night I saw Beefcake for the first time, and in the dim light of the moon, I saw not a scrawny kid of little brain, but a person wise beyond his years and handsome in his own way.

"I know this sounds ridiculous Beefcake. But I could be your girlfriend for tonight?"

He smiled again but did not say a word, and he would not. This was Beefcake, and when put on the spot, he would do nothing.

So I made the bold move. I leaned forward, placed my arms around his neck and kissed him. At first, he was awkward, did not know where to place his hands, or how to kiss me. But then he found it. He placed his hands on my back, and arms stronger than I imagined he had held me close.

His eyes closed and he lost himself in our kiss. And I do not know if it was inexperience or maybe he had more experience under his belt than we knew, but he was quite simply a very good kisser. He took care not to shove his tongue down my throat like most of the men I knew. Also he kept his hands on my back, only lowering it to the small of my back.

He was an old fashioned boy and I liked that about him. As we broke of the kiss, he was actually shaking. Excitement getting the better of him I suppose or I hoped it was that.

I had to admit his kiss was so good it left me wanting more. "Well... that..."

He did not hesitate and he pulled me closer again, and again he kissed me, harder than before not to the point that it is unpleasant or hurtful.

It was only two kisses up until that point. But I knew well enough if there wasn't a freak snowstorm happening, things would get heated very quickly. And very heated indeed. He kissed my neck, something I should have stopped and would have stopped in other situations, but not tonight. Kisses on my neck put me in the mood, very quickly, and if it came from such a good kisser as Beefcake, it had the potential to melt the clothes of my body.

And by now I was beyond the point of hot and bothered. And I wondered where he was in all this. I pressed myself against him, and sure enough, there was that hardness in his pants I was expecting to find. But then again, I know men well enough and I did back then to know that this did not mean he was about to have his wild ways with me.

But... Beefcake being Beefcake would need some form of assistance in this game. I took his hand and guided it onto my breast. He realized what I wanted, and kept his hand there, only gently massaging me through my shirt.

It felt good, but... "A bit harder, Beefcake, please?" And he indulged me, letting pressing a bit harder on my breast, kissing me again but not with the restraint he showed earlier. His kisses increased in intensity as his fondling of my breast did. Not content with just his hand groping me, he took his thumb and index finger and gently squeezed my erect nipple.

"Oh... that is so good..." I tried spurring him on a bit. He let his hand drop, only to pull my shirt out of my pants and slipping his hand up, grabbing my breast again, squeezing the nipple again but a bit firmer than before.

By now I was worked up, and I just knew he was too. I grabbed his cock letting my hand slide up and down the front of his denim stroking him until he let out a soft moan in between lust filled kisses. He was rock hard, and ready to do what we should not be doing, but are going to do in anycase.

I unzipped his pants, letting my hand into them and now feeling his hard on, covered only by the underwear he was wearing. I unbuttoned that, and took hold of him. The feeling of skin on skin exquisite; his hard on lovely to touch.

He mimicked me. First by touching my pussy through my denim, rubbing his hand across the crotch area of my pants, then unzipping my pants and almost having to force his hand into them. However, when he got a hold of me... that was when the thunder started rolling. I let out a gasp as the pleasure flowed from my pussy as his inexperienced hands groped and fingered, looking for gods know what down there.

Just then he found it. He pulled my panty away, dipping his finger into my vagina, and started fingering me there on the spot. So it would seem that Beefcake, hopeless romantic though he was knew the dark side of love as well...

And if this was the dark side, he was deliciously evil... I could not ask him to stop, I did not want to. I just let him finger me as the pleasure he provided just became more and more, taking over until the only thing I could feel was my pussy being given the finger fuck of its life. If he continued this...

I abruptly made him stop, only to drop to my haunches in front of him, unbuttoning his jeans and setting his cock free from the restraints of his clothing. I let out an involuntary gasp. To say that Beefcake was well endowed would be an understatement. I could see this was going to be a fun night...

I took him into my mouth, licking and sucking his manhood with no restraint or any idea to stop. I wanted to somehow in this depraved way make everything bad that we have done to him right. I wanted to make the last day we may see each other memorable, that he may forget the bad we caused him.

He made me stand up, lifted my t-shirt over my head and threw it on the grass. "Leah you are so beautiful," he breathed as I stood there in my bra. His eyes were fixed on my boobs, very appreciative of what he was seeing.

"There is more to that..." I said and unclasped my bra, letting it slowly slide down and fall onto the grass.

"Oh... wow...."

He bent down, lavishing attention onto my breasts, sucking, licking, kissing and nibbling, all with only my pleasure in mind.

With his hands he unbuttoned my jean, and pulled my jeans and panty down, exposing my naked pussy to the cool summer air. This I liked, and this was also the first time I was about to be fucked outdoors. And the fact that this was Beefcake I was going to fuck, the whole prohibited feel to it, made it all the more inviting in fact.

I started unbuttoning the flannel shirt he was wearing and when I exposed his naked chest, I could see why he did not wince when I called Beefcake. The scrawny kid from a few years ago developed into a real beefcake. His chest was chiselled, shoulders broad and arms that were sinewy was now akin to those of Superman. "Fuck, Beefcake," I gasped as he lifted me, his hands supporting me as I wrapped my legs around him.

With apparent ease he lowered us down onto the grass and there beside the river on the grass he took me, sliding his dick into me. I let out a little yelp as he penetrated me. Reigning himself in, he first slowly fucked me, letting my pussy adjust a bit to his manhood.

The pain subsided and made way for the immense pleasure of his gentle rhythmic fucking, His hands explored every inch of my naked body it could find, legs, shoulders...

"Harder..." I whispered in between gentle gasps and he accelerated his rhythm. I wanted to come, and I wanted to come with him inside me. I wanted to come while he was giving me the fucking of my life, and judging by the way he did, odds was pretty good he would succeed. "Please harder, Beefcake..."

He let go of all restraint, focussing every possible muscle he could into fucking me, simple and pure, animalistic as his grunts indicated how he was pushing even his strong body to the limit.

"Fuckit Beefcake..."

I felt it, the beginning of my orgasm, risisng bit by bit as he steadily fucked me, until I could contain it no longer.

As my orgasm reached its peak, I yelled. "Fuckit, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

And come I did. And come he did.

Shooting his load onto my tummy and tits, a bit fall onto my pussy mound, slowly trickling down my inner thighs...

He fell down on me, gasping for air. Not saying a word...

I had to wonder later that night. Did I give Beefcake something to remember, or did he?

And even tonight, six years down the line, I had to wonder. I lay in bed, the air from the ceiling fan cooling my hot and sweaty body down only a bit.

Beside me, my husband gently drifted off.

I leaned over, and kissed his forehead before turning out the light.

Life as Mrs Beefcake is quite satisfying...