Big Rod’s Gym 13
RoherFest Arrives at Big Rod’s
SHINING STAR: Mr. Alpha himself, JK Roher (left) visited Sit-On-It Saturday at Big Rod's. In short order, the superstar fucked all three men in this shot with him.

This weekend’s Sit-On-It Saturday had a superstar guest – none other than reigning Mr. Alpha JK Roher! Roher continues his Victory Tour, which he kicked off at the iconic Buff Beach. And as you can guess, the most perfect man on earth garnered an appropriate level of attention and worship due to him. But his stop at Big Rod’s party night wasn’t an “official” engagement.

“There are few places more iconic than Big Rod’s, so as an icon myself, I make sure to workout there whenever I am in a town with a location,” says Roher, flexing his biceps and bouncing his cock as he speaks to us. “And as much as I love a good, hard workout, I love coming to Rod’s for these party evenings. My crew and I pop some SPH, and rock out. With our cocks out, of course!”

Roher is a controversially a proponent of recreational Sperm Production Hyperdrive (SPH), however he has publicly disavowed its using during competition. The hallucinogenic drug causes unstoppable periods of arousal, sexual cravings and cumming, and plenty of other bodybuilders have used it during training and the build up to competition to erratic effects.

One of the most notable effects of SPH is making some of the most masculine, dominant top muscle alphas into begging ravenous fuck bitches. And Roher thinks of this as another upside of the drug. “I expect that any man who sees me, wants me to mount them and drop a load of my precious muscle cream in them. But sometimes these dudes end up yelling and whining when I slam my huge fuckstick into their virgin holes. But after a dose of SPH, the biggest, cockiest beast is on his back serving up his meaty ass and begging me to fuck him raw.”

Famed for his unyielding horniness, Roher has been known to plow 40 to 50 male holes in a single evening when riding high on SPH, and last night was no different. “Tonight wasn’t about being contest ready, this was about letting my hair down and having the most fun possible. That's my entitlement as Mr. Alpha, right?"



  1. It’s great that A. K. Roher took some time off at Big Rod’s Gym from his blisteringly intense cock and muscle training schedule to relax and have an evening of recreational sex in which he shared his superb fuck-stick with many guys. To have had the privilege of having one’s anal sphincters stretched by one of the greatest – if not the greatest – fuck-stick in the business at the present time must have been a moment to savour as what must hitherto been but a dream now turned into reality as one young stud after another had his arse reamed out by the true master of anal sex. For the onlookers eagerly awaiting their turn with the great man, it must have seemed as if they were part of master-class in sequential anal sex, as Roher passed practically without pausing from one willing anus to the next, but giving each and every one of them the full treatment, in most cases bringing them to orgasm, before he finally withdrawing himself and moving on to on to the next impatiently waiting stud.

    But one must not forget that behind Roher’s success and that of all top alphas in the international world of muscle-cock competitions, lies an enormous team of coaches and trainers, among whom the most important are the top muscle-cock trainers, whose assistance to their clients is of paramount importance as they prepare them to go on stage and shoot their stuff. The importance of a top trainer in those final hours before the competitor goes on stage cannot be underestimated. Many of these top cock trainers are millionaires in their own right, who command eye-wateringly high fees for their services.

    And it is to Big Rod’s Gym that goes the distinction of having trained the man who is possibly at present the world’s greatest anus and cock trainer: Brett “Tightarse” Titus. Brett’s affectionate nickname stems from the fact that he has unrivalled control of his anal sphincters so that in those critical final moments in the prep-room before his client goes on stage, on stage Brett ensures that his client’s cock is in peak condition to make the maximum number of hand-free cum-shots, that critical ability which separates the good from the truly great, such as Roher for instance. Brett’s services, which do not come cheap, are in such demand that he is fully booked for the next two years for all major international IFNB and similar events.

  2. It night have been supposed that after Roher had finished ploughing the arses of some twenty young studs that evening, that things would quieten down; but quite the contrary, as something extraordinary happened, in the form of the unexpected arrival of the sport’s most eminent muscle-cock assistant, Tightarse Titus himself. Himself a superb physical specimen, he was greeted by Roher, one of his key clients for the last four years, as a long lost buddy.

    Standing together with a brotherly arm over Roher’s shoulder, the two of them made a superb picture of what naked body-building perfection was all about. Compared to Roher’s muscular magnificence, Tightarse’s physique although perfectly proportioned, was less muscular. But standing there with their rock-hard cocks aggressively ready for further action, Tightarse dominated the scene with an erection some twelve inches long as the two of them stood there in front of a hundred or so adoring muscular guys, all of whom were psyched up for recreational sex themselves and clearly now wanted to see Tightarse strut his stuff and sink his massive fuck-stick into Roher’s arse.

    So faced with a crowd of fans chanting ever more loudly the words fuck, fuck, fuck, Roher finally put up his hand and said: “OK guys, we’ve got the message. However, I reckon I’ve already done my bit for this evening in ploughing over twenty of you studs already. So in the democracy in which we live, I will let Tightarse demonstrate to you on my arse what he does with that magnificent fuck-stick of his in preparing me for a competition, but in exchange I want all of you to select a partner as we are going to conduct a fuckathon, where every person present tonight will be either be fucking or being fucked by his partner and this simultaneously to a rhythm which will be set by Tightarse as he tends to the needs of my arse.”

    “But that is not all. As we shall produce huge quantities of sperm during this marathon of copulative art, we shall all used a condom to collect our emissions, which will will be gathered by the gym attendants’ and used to prepare the deep frozen, anal sperm suppositories, which are so beneficial in promoting cock growth.

    Try to imagine if you can, the sight of fifty or so pairs of muscular young buttocks, simultaneously thrusting their owners’ cocks in and out of fifty receptive anuses. And all this to the ever increasing beat of a disco record, which Tightarse used to set the pace. Not everyone achieved orgasm at the same moment, but it was a sight of mass copulation never before seen. It is safe to say that Big Rod’s idea of a recreational fuckfest, which is how such occasions came to be known, was a great success and brought droves of new clients to the gym: young studs who wanted the freedom to fuck members of their peer group in group in public.

  3. I need Roher😍😍😍😍

  4. Bloody hell, I know that guy on the right! I know him from junior high, I'm absolutely positive it's him, the two last years we were in the same class and we became best buddies. We parted ways right after...

    OMG, often he asked me if we should get into sports, if I would like to become a "big guy" when I grow up, what I thought about Schwarzenegger movies, and a few weeks before we finished school, he told me he had seen a really, really big bodybuilder at the mall, that he had followed him all afternoon, and finally had the nerve to talk to him on the parking lot, that the man had let him touch his arm...

    From then on he talked about this encounter almost all the time, he clearly had become obsessed with it, I made fun of him with it, though when he went in a daze blabbing about the beauty of bodybuilders and their oversized muscles like he did a couple of times I found it pretty hot...

    Yeah, it's Alex who planted the seed for my admiration of power bodybuilders, now that I think of it. I must have the phone number of his parents somewhere...


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