Alpha-B at Expo
Every year at the Arnold Fitness Expo the A..
🕑 Added 2023-03-21 01:17:10 +0000 UTC
Alpha-B at Expo
Every year at the Arnold Fitness Expo the Alpha-B booth generated long lines of eager younger bodybuilders and athletes wanting to try the latest products from the elite supplement company. The brand is so exclusive that it is not sold in stores but only from the company’s own website or through the SkinTrade gyms.
“Dudes, hurry up we have to get in line before they run out,” Grant called out to his friends as they pushed their way through the crowds.
“Fuck yeah, that stuff is awesome,” Jerry yelled as he trying to stay close to his friend.
“I’m sure they brought enough,” Brad followed up the rear.
“Wayne said, last year they ran out of some flavors the first day,” Grant yelled back.
“Fuck, dude, look at the line,” Jerry gripped Grant’s boulders size shoulders. Grant’s black tank top revealed his shredded back.
“Fuck,” Brad noticed the line was all the way back down the alie of booths.
The three frat brothers got into line to wait their turn. They didn’t think much about the fact that most of the people in line were guys. The few women that were waiting in line were with their boyfriends.
“Dude, it must be pretty good,” Brad poked Jerry in his thick, tattoed muscular arm and pointed at two blonde-haired guys, their ages, walking away from the booth with Alpha-B energy drink cans in their hands.
Both jocks wore tight fitting joggers that hugged their thick thighs and proudly displayed their rock hard cocks. Their shirts were practically painted on their chisel torsos. As they passed, Brad noticed the blissful looks in their eyes as they each took slips of their drinks.
“Damn, look how jacked they are,” Grant added.
It was true, Brad thought, their muscles were huge, with plumped veins that looked like they just had an intense workout.
The Alpha-B booth was the biggest of the whole expo and had so much going on. It had a nightclub vibe to it with spiraling lighting and loud, throbbing music pumped out by their own shirtless DJ. As Grant, Jerry, and Brad moved through the complex labyrinth of the booth, shirtless famous social media influencers, many whom the boys had followed on TikTok and Instagram, were handing out cans of Alpha-B drink.
“Join the Alpha-B cult,” the shirtless hunks mumbled as they hurriedly handed out the sample cans.
Guys were grabbing the different flavors of Alpha-B drinks faster than the staff can put the cans out on the counters.
“Damn, there is not an ounce of fat on them.” Brad whispered in envy of them.
The dark hair Brad was the shortest and slightly thicker then his two taller friends. His gray joggers hugged his bubble butt. Inside the large booth were tables where tattooed, buffed pro-bodybuilders were selling Alpha-B merchandise, including Men workout tights, shirts, silkies shorts, and even jockstraps and briefs with the Alpha-B logos on them. On a stage, a blonde English reality television star was throwing out Alpha-B t-shirts and caps, while chanting “join the Alpha-B cult”. It all seemed odd to Brad. To the engineering major college boy, it did indeed seem like a cult in the way the jocks and muscular boys around the booth were acting. However, Brad continued to follow along with his frat brothers. Brad noticed a muscular guy with a ripped wide back under a tight tank top buying large amounts of jockstraps and poser shorts, while his girlfriend looked bored and unpleased at being ignored. The guy just continued to drink the free alpha-B and kept buying more of the merchandise. Another muscular younger man peeled off his shirt right in-line to try on a shirt. He showed no signs of being shy like Brad as he peeled off his clothes. His jeans were low on his waist and proudly showed off the v shape cuts of his lower back. The more the men around them custome the drinks, the more they showed off their youthful athletic bodies. Brad felt so envious of them. He was naturally shy and would never be brave enough to show off his body, even though he had nothing to be ashamed of.
“Dudes, it's Jared,” Grant stopped and pointed at the huge pro-bodybuilder signing autographs at the end of the line.
“And Hunter. They are huge, man,” blonde, tattooed Jerry proclaimed.
The two bodybuilders were indeed huge. They were greeting and signing autographs. Jared wore a black alpha-b logo tank top that was stretched over massive, heavy pecs, and displayed huge, bulging biceps, the size of the boys’ heads. The matching pair of black AB 2” silkies shorts showed off Jared's completely smooth monstrous thighs. His legs were thick, with large cords of bulging muscles. His head was shaved except for an inch tall mohawk running over the middle of his head.
The Olympian champion Hunter wore white tights that looked painted on his massive thighs. Thick, road map veins were visible through the white tights. The tights left no imagination as his incredible butt was displayed. His long tank top barely covered his bulging crotch and proudly displayed his smooth huge pecs. Jared and Hunter were idols of the three frat boys, and millions of boys like them.
“How it going,” Jared and Hunter both greeted and shaked each of the frat boys' hands.
“Great. We are huge fans of you both. You two are so fucking huge in person,” Grant was in awe.
Jared laughed, “ thanks, man. You don’t look shabby either.”
The bodybuilder looked Grant over, causing Grant to literally blushed, “thank you, it means a lot from you.”
“How you get so huge,” Jerry piped in.
“Alpha-B of course,” Jared laughed.
“You tried alpha-b’s new energy drinks?” Hunter added.
“No, we haven’t yet,” Brad spoke up.
“Here. Try the Black cherry flavor, my favorite,” Jared pulled three cans from a cooler that was sitting under his table and handed each boy a can.
“Awesome,” Grant didn’t hesitate in popping the can open.
Brad, the youngest of the group, was more cautious as he read the ingredients, before he took a slip.
“Taste great,” the three frat boys all agreed as they drank down the cans,
“Drink up and try out the results in our gym here,” Jared motioned over to a selection where weight benches and barbells were set up.
With its partnership with SkinTrade gyms, Alpha-B had set up a makeshift gym. Guys were competing and showing off on the number of deadlifts, bench presses, squats, and pull ups they can perform after drinking the new energy drinks.
“Awesome, let's give it a try,” Jerry volunteered them and drank down the energy drink.
“Fuck yeah,” Grant grunted.
Grant and Jerry decided to do deadlifts first. They stood facing each other as Jared and Hunter loaded two 45lbs weights on each end, of each bar.
“Ready, go,” Jared yelled.
The two jocks gripped the bars and started to pump out each rep. They felt so strong and pumped as they performed each rep as if the weights were nothing. Jared was counting the reps out, 5, 10, 12, 15, 20, 22, 25. The two jocks would have stopped at 15 but they felt so energized. The weights banging on the floor as they perform each rep over and over. Their muscles were pumped, and veins in their large arms were expanded. Their asses were stretching the thin shorts as they lifted with their powerful legs. They were so focused on doing each rep and competing with which other, they didn’t even notice their hard-ons in their shorts.
Meanwhile, Brad gripped an overhead bar and started to pump out each pull up. His arms were bulging as he did each rep. 10, 12, 15. Previously he never was able to perform more than 10 pull-ups. As he did each pull up, Brad's shirt lifted, showing off his flat smooth stomach. He wasn’t even getting tired nor was his arms getting sore, instead his cock was rock hard, throbbing in his shorts.
A large crowd of guys were gathering around them, cheering them on, encouraging them to pump out more and more reps. Jared looked up at the VIP upper party deck of the booth. From the unperturbed deck an older man was watching the boys compete with each other and he appeared very impressed. He turned his head and nodded to Jared.
“Great job guys, you did awesome,” Jared handed each frat boy a free Alpha-B t-shirt, and free Alpha-B post workout drinks.
“Awesome,” the jocks responded in unison as they popped open the cans of Alpha-B.
Jared smiled at Hunter. They saw the familiar dazed looks in the boys’ eyes as they drank the drinks down.
Hunter took them aside. “Listen, Alpha-B are looking for new ambassadors to promote their new products on social media and at local gyms. You three will be hot for the position.”
“Really,” Brad asked in surprise.
“Awesome,” both Grant and Jerry responded.
“You want to get introduced to the bosses,” Jared smiled at the eager jocks.
“Yeah,” “fuck yeah”, “hell, yes,” the jocks each responded.
“Great. Then come this way,” Jared then led the three frat boys to a set of stairs that took them to the off limit, VIP only party deck.
The music on the party deck was louder and commanded a view of the entire convention center, while at the same time the action on the party deck was concealed from the view of those below. The three jocks felt so mellow and relaxed by the time they finished the post workout drinks and emerged on the upper party deck. Jared and Hunter peeled off their shirts as soon as they emerged from the stairwell. Their massive torsos were proudly displayed. The three friends had no care in the world as the alpha-b was pumping through their bodies, making them blissfully relaxed. They were immediately approached by a muscular server holding a tray of different flavored alpha-b. The friends eagerly took the drinks, completely unfazed that the server, who was barely their age, was only wearing a red posing brief, with Alpha-B lego printed across his plump ass. There were about six fully dressed older men and freely groping about a dozen younger half naked men.
To be continued
