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Where's that guy that used to write the Branch stories?
« on: March 06, 2010, 01:43:03 AM »
Don't remember his name.  We need a Columbus , OH edition.

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Re: Where's that guy that used to write the Branch stories?
« Reply #1 on: March 06, 2010, 04:53:28 AM »
jehwit has a way with words

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Re: Where's that guy that used to write the Branch stories?
« Reply #2 on: March 06, 2010, 05:00:10 AM »
Bring back sergiopump! the guy that exposed Chick!

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Re: Where's that guy that used to write the Branch stories?
« Reply #3 on: March 06, 2010, 09:53:39 AM »
LOL I saw a Ronnie story that reminded me of Jehwit just yesterday.
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Re: Where's that guy that used to write the Branch stories?
« Reply #4 on: March 06, 2010, 09:55:09 AM »
Jehwit's currently helping Alex build his mancave. 

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Re: Where's that guy that used to write the Branch stories?
« Reply #5 on: March 06, 2010, 02:21:30 PM »
Found the Ronnie copypasta that reminded me of Jehwit. It's definitely not PG-13. Prepare!

PART I

Ronnie Coleman let out a sigh as he took the top of his workout suit off. He had built a pretty good sweat this time around, but he was still the one lifting the most heavy-ass weights, even in this elite gym.

“Ready to hit the showers, uh, Coleman?” Ronnie was surprised to discover he was not alone in the gym locker room. His mind wandered off for a moment looking at the slicked golden hair and glistening wet massive figure, stopping at the towel wrapped around the washboard abs before he could recognize Jay Cutler to return the greeting.

“Good evenin', Mister Olympia, sir!” His own towel fell off from his waist as he raised his hand to perform the appropriate salute. The blond haired bodybuilder let out a heartily laugh as he eyed Ronnie up and down, who was keeping his posture the whole time, seemingly unconcerned about his nakedness. Cutler finally patted him on the shoulder and continued on his way, still laughing.

“What a nice fella,” Ronnie said to no one in particular, as he stopped at the shower he always used.
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Re: Where's that guy that used to write the Branch stories?
« Reply #6 on: March 06, 2010, 02:26:37 PM »
Found the Ronnie copypasta that reminded me of Jehwit. It's definitely not PG-13. Prepare!

PART I

Ronnie Coleman let out a sigh as he took the top of his workout suit off. He had built a pretty good sweat this time around, but he was still the one lifting the most heavy-ass weights, even in this elite gym.

“Ready to hit the showers, uh, Coleman?” Ronnie was surprised to discover he was not alone in the gym locker room. His mind wandered off for a moment looking at the slicked golden hair and glistening wet massive figure, stopping at the towel wrapped around the washboard abs before he could recognize Jay Cutler to return the greeting.

“Good evenin', Mister Olympia, sir!” His own towel fell off from his waist as he raised his hand to perform the appropriate salute. The blond haired bodybuilder let out a heartily laugh as he eyed Ronnie up and down, who was keeping his posture the whole time, seemingly unconcerned about his nakedness. Cutler finally patted him on the shoulder and continued on his way, still laughing.

“What a nice fella,” Ronnie said to no one in particular, as he stopped at the shower he always used.

LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!  Where's the rest?....NO HOMO
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Re: Where's that guy that used to write the Branch stories?
« Reply #7 on: March 06, 2010, 02:32:02 PM »
PART II

Ronnie was almost done, happily enjoying the feeling of hot water against his body, still tired from his previous workout. Suddenly, he felt a strong grip on his sore arms. “What’s up, Coleman?” He recognized Jay Cutler’s voice from behind him.

“Jay? What-“ he tried to turn around, but his grip was just too strong. “Cut it out, dickwad!” Cutler’s strong commanding silenced him. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know what’s happening!”

“Umm...no, Jay...listen, maybe ya got the wrong idea, but-”

“THE WRONG IDEA!?” His fellow bodybuilder leaned in to roar in his ear, and Ronnie felt a big, hard shape against his ass. Was that Cutler’s dick? It was like a baseball!

“You prance around showing off that hot ass of yours, and when one tries to give you exactly what you’re asking for, you act all prudish!” Ronnie had already given up on trying to break free from the bodybuilder’s firm grip.

“I jus' really like prancin'!” he explained desperately.
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Re: Where's that guy that used to write the Branch stories?
« Reply #8 on: March 06, 2010, 02:44:52 PM »
The Reptilian Commander pushes a button and a wall rises, revealing behind a glass wall, a small arena.  "Now that your friend Branch has completed the mating process with ten of our alien species, it is time for some sport," he begins.  You look into the arena and see the seats are filled with Gray Aliens, like the one's who initially captured Branch and yourself.  An enormous creature emerges from beneath the seats and saunters to the center of the arena.  The creature is about seven feet tall, with the torso of a Mr. Olympia, the head of a lion, and the legs of a Gorilla.  He points his finger up at a Gray in the balcony and, to the delight of the crowd, shoots a pale green lazer beam blows the Gray's head off in a violent explosion.  Next, a door opens from the other side of the arena, and Branch Warren steps forward wearing a deep purple Karate uniform, which hugs every bulge of muscle in Branch's iron forged physique.  The belt is black.  Branch strides forward evenly.  "I didn't know Branch knew Karate," you observe.  "He doesn't," says The Commander, "But to make this tournament interesting, we have programmed his central nervous system with Tenth Degree Black Belt level capabilities.  Branch's newly acquired skills should last for about ninety nanometres, or seventy five earth minutes."  In the arena, the Lion Monster assumes a combat stance.  Branch measures the Monster up and down with the steely eyes of a master martial artist.
"You may recognize that morbid creature from The Book Of Revelations," says the Commander.  "His Destiny includes a visit to Earth, but not quite yet."  The Monster throws a mighty right at Branch, who blocks it with a chop of his left hand.  Branch then leg sweeps the Monster, who goes down with a crash!  Back on his feet in a flash, the Lionheaded Beast emits a mighty roar and drives his gorilla leg into Branch's midsection.  Branch is down.  The Monster bends over and grabs Branch, and in a fluid movement power presses the Mr. O Runner Up overhead.  He tosses Branch like a rag doll, and the bodybuilder lands flat on his back!



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Re: Where's that guy that used to write the Branch stories?
« Reply #9 on: March 06, 2010, 02:46:11 PM »
Sev...you're ruining the flow. Can you wait until I've posted the other two parts?

PART III

“Don’t tell me you didn’t there was a camera in here!” Cutler’s powerful arms turned Ronnie around, making him look up at a corner. For the first time, Ronnie noticed a hidden camera lens on the ceiling, pointing directly at his shower of choice.

“Don’t try to deny it, you just love showing off your stuff! Tell me you weren’t begging for prick when you flashed me just minutes ago, you guy! Yeah, 'budday' my balls! Since you joined this gym your ass has been hungry for a Cutler dicking, and that’s just what I’m gonna give to it!”

His grip on him suddenly changed from Ronnie’s arms to his hips, lifting him off the ground. Ronnie flailed his arms around desperately, trying to break free to no avail. How did Cutler ever get so strong? He felt the thick cock against his lower back, and with a sudden motion the bodybuilder jammed the head up his ass, slamming Ronnie’s face against the wall and muffling his shriek of pain.

For what seemed like hours, Ronnie was ridden by Jay Cutler, crying out for help to no avail. He finally gave up, and the only sound that could be heard was the Mister Olympia’s pounding motion and his demeaning insults. Finally, he felt Cutler’s tool in his rectum swell up and explode. He heard him grunt with pleasure. “You know why they call you ‘Unbelievable’? Unbelievable hot ass, that’s why.”
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Re: Where's that guy that used to write the Branch stories?
« Reply #10 on: March 06, 2010, 02:49:18 PM »
PART IV

The bodybuilder let his man cream come out on Ronnie’s ass for a while, before pulling out and turning him over, finally allowing him to see his face. He was red from the effort and lust. “Swallow, bitch,” he ordered simply as he directed his white gob shooter at his face. Ronnie was too tired and humiliated to fight back, so he just complied.

“I’ll let you in on a secret, girl” Cutler said, finally done emptying his release. “See that camera over there?” Ronnie noticed a remote control on Cutler’s hand as he pointed up. “It’s been broadcasting to all the gym's tv screens since the start of our little ordeal.” A look of terror appeared on Ronnie’s face. “I’d love to see what your beloved fellow gym-goers think of your performance.” The bodybuilder smiled in a wide grin.

“Open up,” he ordered, as his strong arms lifted Ronnie by the shoulders and pinned him against the wall. Leaning his hips upwards, he started to pee, his still semi-erect dick delivering a glorious golden shower on the former Mister Olympia’s body. He let go of one shoulder and used his free hand to direct his yellow stream against the black bodybuilder’s face.

With his tool finally empty, Jay Cutler unceremoniously dropped Ronnie on the floor and left. Lying face down, water falling down on his ravished ass, still hearing the blonde’s jovial laugh, Ronnie turned his face up towards the camera. “Buddays...” he cried out, as a single tear streamed down his face.
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Re: Where's that guy that used to write the Branch stories?
« Reply #11 on: March 06, 2010, 02:51:10 PM »
You look over yonder and see thick, black, smoke billowing out of the trees.  Mei The Orphan Elephant rushes off in the direction of the smoke...The smell of smoke is undeniable, and Branch appears on the porch.  "What the hell is going on out here?" he demands.  Just then Mei comes running out of the brush! You and Branch approach her.  With her elephant trunk, she begins drawing a diagram in the dirt..."My God!", yells Branch, who looks intently at the elephant's drawing, "it's Little Billy, the kid in the wheelchair from the neighbors farm.  Mei just drew a picture of Billy...the barn's on fire and he's trapped under a beam!"  With that Branch jumps on the baby elephant's back.  "Hop on!", he orders.  You jump on the elephant's back and the animal runs back into the neighbor's property.  Your arms are thrown around Branch's torso, your face nuzzled in his densly muscled lats...You see the barn ablaze..."Help" "Help" come the desperate cries of the young boy, trapped inside...Branch jumps off the elephant..."He's trapped under the burning beam!", shouts Branch, "I'm going in!!"  Branch runs like a hell-hound into the heart of the blaze.  You feel the throbbing heat of the inferno as you daintily edge closer...You peek into the burning barn, and witness Branch grab the beam, and with a mighty yell he deadlifts the deadly structure off of the lame boy, who lies limp, the life almost choked out him.  Branch pushes the beam aside and scoops Little Billy up with his left arm, and rushes out of the Barn Of Death...Just as the two of them cross the threshold from Death back into Life, the barn collapses.  Branch sets the boy down on the ground, in front of the elephant.  Just then Billy's mom, a MILF, comes running from the house.  Sobbing, she embraces Branch.  "You saved Little Billy...Oh Branch, how can I ever thank you?" Branch, now aroused, says "I think we can figure something out..."  With that, they move toward the house, leaving the half dead boy, the Orphan Elephant and yourself.  "Wait here," Branch calls over his cannonball deltoid, "I've got business to attend to..."

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Re: Where's that guy that used to write the Branch stories?
« Reply #12 on: March 06, 2010, 03:00:47 PM »
omg holy shit only on getbig do you get to read fuckin ronnie coleman shower erotic fag novels, lmao!!!
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Re: Where's that guy that used to write the Branch stories?
« Reply #13 on: March 06, 2010, 03:03:08 PM »
Apparently so. :)
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Re: Where's that guy that used to write the Branch stories?
« Reply #14 on: March 06, 2010, 03:03:26 PM »
Next, a door opens from the other side of the arena, and Branch Warren steps forward wearing a deep purple Karate uniform, which hugs every bulge of muscle in Branch's iron forged physique.  The belt is black.  Branch strides forward evenly.  "I didn't know Branch knew Karate," you observe.  "He doesn't," says The Commander, "But to make this tournament interesting, we have programmed his central nervous system with Tenth Degree Black Belt level capabilities.  Branch's newly acquired skills should last for about ninety nanometres, or seventy five earth minutes."  In the arena, the Lion Monster assumes a combat stance.  Branch measures the Monster up and down with the steely eyes of a master martial artist.

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Re: Where's that guy that used to write the Branch stories?
« Reply #15 on: March 06, 2010, 03:12:12 PM »
This thread reeks homo


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Re: Where's that guy that used to write the Branch stories?
« Reply #16 on: March 06, 2010, 03:19:30 PM »
Jay has enough grip strength to overpower Ronnie? :o

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Re: Where's that guy that used to write the Branch stories?
« Reply #17 on: March 06, 2010, 03:22:10 PM »
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Re: Where's that guy that used to write the Branch stories?
« Reply #18 on: March 06, 2010, 03:33:17 PM »
Don't remember his name.  We need a Columbus , OH edition.

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Re: Where's that guy that used to write the Branch stories?
« Reply #19 on: March 06, 2010, 03:48:03 PM »
The Reptilian Commander pushes a button and a wall rises, revealing behind a glass wall, a small arena.  "Now that your friend Branch has completed the mating process with ten of our alien species, it is time for some sport," he begins.  You look into the arena and see the seats are filled with Gray Aliens, like the one's who initially captured Branch and yourself.  An enormous creature emerges from beneath the seats and saunters to the center of the arena.  The creature is about seven feet tall, with the torso of a Mr. Olympia, the head of a lion, and the legs of a Gorilla.  He points his finger up at a Gray in the balcony and, to the delight of the crowd, shoots a pale green lazer beam blows the Gray's head off in a violent explosion.  Next, a door opens from the other side of the arena, and Branch Warren steps forward wearing a deep purple Karate uniform, which hugs every bulge of muscle in Branch's iron forged physique.  The belt is black.  Branch strides forward evenly.  "I didn't know Branch knew Karate," you observe.  "He doesn't," says The Commander, "But to make this tournament interesting, we have programmed his central nervous system with Tenth Degree Black Belt level capabilities.  Branch's newly acquired skills should last for about ninety nanometres, or seventy five earth minutes."  In the arena, the Lion Monster assumes a combat stance.  Branch measures the Monster up and down with the steely eyes of a master martial artist.
"You may recognize that morbid creature from The Book Of Revelations," says the Commander.  "His Destiny includes a visit to Earth, but not quite yet."  The Monster throws a mighty right at Branch, who blocks it with a chop of his left hand.  Branch then leg sweeps the Monster, who goes down with a crash!  Back on his feet in a flash, the Lionheaded Beast emits a mighty roar and drives his gorilla leg into Branch's midsection.  Branch is down.  The Monster bends over and grabs Branch, and in a fluid movement power presses the Mr. O Runner Up overhead.  He tosses Branch like a rag doll, and the bodybuilder lands flat on his back!




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Re: Where's that guy that used to write the Branch stories?
« Reply #20 on: March 06, 2010, 03:50:00 PM »
Like blood in the water for Ol' Bay...LOL
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