My Father's Child by Clarence591 (muscle theft)

My Father's Child

by Clarence591

Chapter 1

Chief Ankanin lay in his tent peering through the open flap. He could see the center of the encampment. He was watching his oldest son, Akthip, teaching the younger boys of the tribe how to make arrows. A thunderous sound filled the air as the hunting party returned. Everyone came to greet the men and see what they had killed. The crowd cheered as they saw buffalo carcasses being dragged behind some of the horses. The women, older men and boys praised the hunters, especially Amvann, the leader. Amvann beamed self confidence as the praise washed over him. He walked confidently through the crowd as everyone touched and thanked him for the food. He passed by Akthip, who had remained seated, the only one not greeting his returning brother. Amvann bent down and picked up one of the arrows to look at its craftsmanship in detail. He snapped the shaft into two and said something that Ankanin could not hear, but the laughter from the crowd made it obvious it was something said at Akthip’s expense. The chief wanted to scold his youngest son for teasing his brother once again; however his weakened state prevented it. As a father he knew he shouldn’t love one child over another, but his head did not control his heart. Anakin closed his eyes and thought about his life.

Chief Anakin had led his tribe for over twenty prosperous years. He was a wise, fair-minded man. His people loved him and he them. He married Adini soon after becoming chief. She was small and plain, but had a kind heart. They knew each other as children and she was Akanin’s first love. After several frustrating years, Adini became pregnant. Nine torturous months later she gave birth to a boy, Akthip, the chief’s first son. Adini was dead before her son’s first birthday; her small body never fully able to recover from her difficult pregnancy.

Needing a wife and mother for his young son, Ankanin married again quickly; even though he was still deep in mourning for his only love. Not wanting to suffer the pain of another wife’s death, he married Afaun. She was young, athletic and strong. The chief’s friends warned him that Afaun’s beauty was matched equally by her selfishness and cunning. But Afaun took good care of Ankanin. She lavished praise on him to lower his guard so she could manipulate him to her will. Within a few weeks Afaun was pregnant and months later gave the chief a second son, Amvann. Ankanin loved both of his boys, but he groomed his first born to be the next chief. Afaun became jealous of the love Ankanin gave Akthip. She wanted her son to be chief and at every opportunity made her husband aware their physical differences. For the boys took after their mother’s. At 19 Akthip was short, thin and sickly; but was kind and wise beyond his years. Amvaan, at only 17 was the tallest, most handsome man in the tribe. He also possessed a large, muscular physique giving him great strength, speed and agility. Amvaan became the tribe’s best hunter. But he was also very arrogant about his physical gifts. Mostly because his mother had constantly told him how superior he was to all the other men, especially his half-brother, Akthip.

Over the past several months Chief Ankanin’s health had started to worsen. Having always been a strong man, he found it frustrating as each day his body became weaker and feebler. He knew he could no longer lead his people, he held a special tribal council to select his successor. Ankanin told the group of tribe elders he wanted Akthip to be the next chief, he thought his good heart would serve the tribe well. Afaun’s uncle, Anant, asked why Amvaan should not be chief. He explained Amvaan was a leader of men not hearts. A good heart can not keep our people fed and protected from our enemies. Anant suggested a contest between the chief’s two sons to decide. Ankanin was against it knowing Akthip could never beat Amvaan in any physical competition. The debate continued for hours with either side changing their minds. Finally Ankanin was worn down by the argument and agreed to the contest, but he would decide the task.

Ankanin spent several days thinking about the competition. He knew it had to be physical in nature to proof who was the better man, but wanted it to fair at the same time. Afaun made a suggestion one night as her husband drifted off to sleep. He always felt weaker after eating the evening meal his wife prepared for him. She gently caressed his head as she spoke softly, “You are so weary. Let me help you with this burden, husband. Why not make the challenge to slay the serpent, Apsunxara? For not only is he powerful but clever with his bewildering eyes and intoxicating hiss. It will take as much wisdom as strength to defeat the great snake. It is a worthy task for our next great chief.” Ankanin nodded his head in agreement before falling asleep.

Once Anakin was sound asleep, Afaun slipped out of their teepee and went to the edge of the lake. There she tossed a small pentagram woven of poppy stems and some dried corn kernels into the water. She said an incantation to summon Apuruvaan, the dark sorcerer of the lake. Afaun waited a few moments, but no one or nothing came. Then in the darkness she heard a growl of a wolf from behind a nearby tree. She looked up into the tree’s branches above her and saw a raven peering down at her. The bird swooped down cawing and encircling her. Afaun fell to her knees covering her head with her arms in fear. Suddenly the deafening noise stopped and Afaun looked to see if the bird was gone. As she looked up, there before her was a large black stallion. She had never seen such a powerful beast with eyes as dark and empty as the surrounding night. The horse rose up on its back legs, pawing at the air with its forelimbs. The horse started to morph into the shape of a human; a man. The man stood before Afaun completely nude. Afaun’s eyes scanned his impressive physique. Still on her knees, his large endowment was at her eye level. The man moved closer to Afaun, who was paralyzed with fear. The movement of the stranger’s powerful, sinewy limbs reminded Afaun of the stallion that was before her just moments ago. The man moved his impressive bulk with assured grace. He asked why he was summoned. Afaun had to look away from the imposing figure before she was able to speak. She explained that she needed Apuruvaan to help her son defeat Apsunxara. And once Amvaan was chief, she would have him build a shrine to the sorcerer of the lake. The tribe would worship him for generations, as he rightfully deserved. Apuruvaan agreed and instructed Afaun to send the chief’s son to the lake tomorrow night at sunset and he would give him whatever he asked for to kill the serpent. The sorcerer morphed into a horse once again and leapt over Afaun toward the lake. The horse ran on top of the water on silent hoofs until disappearing in the darkness.

The next day Ankanin announced the competition to select the next chief. Everyone agreed that it was a fair challenge requiring intelligence and strength. However Afaun wanted to make sure her son would win. She told Amvaan to go to the lake and ask Apuruvaan for the wisdom to outsmart the clever snake. Amvaan promised to do as his mother instructed before he headed out with the morning hunting party.

Akthip spent most of the day figuring out his strategy. He knew he could never overpower the snake but would need to out think the demon. He asked the elders for all the information they knew about Apsunxara. It was about dusk when he went to his father’s tent to seek his advice. He found his father sleeping, his afternoon naps were getting longer with each passing day. He looked down at his father who looked vulnerable for the first time. His father woke as Akthip was about to leave. Ankanin tried to speak but his mouth was dry and he couldn’t force the words. Akthip went to give his father some water but found the jug in the teepee empty. He told his father he would get some water for him from the lake. Akthip ran as quickly as his short, thin legs could carry him, struggling with the cumbersome water jug. When he got to the lake he fell to the ground in exhaustion. He thought how could he defeat the great snake if fetching water was too much for him. As the sun set, Akthip filled the jug with water. He was startled as he saw the reflection of a horse standing over him. He dropped the jug and turned to look behind him. But he did not see a horse, but a man. A impossibly powerful looking man. Akthip first thought he had to be a warrior from another tribe, but soon realized no man could look like he did. He had to be a god or sorceror. Apuruvaan asked, “Are you the chief’s son?” Akthip shook his head yes. “I am here to help you become chief. Tell me what you need to defeat Apsunxara.” Akthip looked in awe at the man before him. “I need muscles,” Akthip said before thinking, Akthip looked away embarrassed. “I mean I wish I had my brother’s strength, speed, and other physical gifts. I want to be a leader of men, a hunter, a warrior.”

Apuruvaan picked up a small stone from the ground and pressed it between his two palms. A reddish glow radiated from his hands. When he opened his hands, Akthip saw a small medallion with a strange symbol carved into the flattened rock. The spirit then pulled a strand of his long, dark hair from his head. He passed the hair through a hole in the medallion to make a necklace. As Apuruvann lowered his gift over Akthip’s head he spoke. “Now you can take whatever you want from your brother by touching the source of his gifts.” Akthip looked down at the medallion that hung in the center of his small, featureless chest. He raised his head to ask a question of the spirit, but he was gone. Akthip sat alone by the lake in the dark. The silence was broken when Amvaan rode up on his horse and jumped down from the steed in haste. He scanned the darkness looking for someone other than his brother.

“What are you doing here?” Amvaan asked.

“Getting water for father, but something hap…” Akthip began to answer.

Amvaan interrupted his brother while still scanning the area, “I just came back with the hunting party. We men killed many deer, so many their weight slowed down my return. I don’t want to hear about you doing woman’s work.”

Akthip’s ire grew with Amvaan’s cutting words. “Are you looking for something or someone, brother?” Akthip asked while fingering his new adornment.

Amvaan turned to look at his sibling, angered by the tone in his voice. He saw the strange medallion and the strange look in his brother’s eyes. He tackled the smaller man to the ground. The men tumbled with Amvaan ending up on top of his brother. The larger man’s weight pinned Akthip to the ground. Atkthip struggled to free himself, his left arm held down by one of Amvaan’s legs. Amvaan laughed as he saw how helpless his big brother looked. Akthip slid his hand toward the gap between his tormentor’s thick legs. As he tried to free his twisted hand it brushed Amvaan’s dangling ball sack. Against his will, Akthip’s hand closed shut tightly around his brother’s large jewels.

Both men froze, Akthip started to chant as the medallion around his neck glowed. He felt a surge of raw energy rushing from his hand, up his arm, and throughout his body. He squeezed Amvaan’s balls harder enjoying the powerful sensation. The chanting became louder and faster reaching a feverish pitch. Then as fast as it started, it ended. Akthip gained control over his body once more. He released his brother’s balls. He struggled to his feet as his limbs became more responsive. He stood over his brother who still lay motionless at his feet, but with eyes wide open.

Akthip started to panic. What had just happened? Was his brother dead? Would the tribe blame him? Suddenly Amvaan blinked and let out a slight moan. Akthip knelt down by Amvaan’s side. He went to comfort his brother by holding his hand. But Amvaan jerked his hand away and tried to scream. Akthip could see the terror in his eyes. He didn’t want Akthip to touch him again. Akthip stood up and backed away. Amvaan stammered, “Wha..what dddid you do to me? Why do I feel so strange, so weak?”

Akthip didn’t answer. He felt strange too. Not weak however, but strong. Amvaan started to call for help. Akthip saw Amvaan’s horse nearby. He ran to the horse, with each step he felt more powerful, his speed increasing. He grabbed the horse’s mane and jumped on its back like he had seen Amvaan do so many times; but was never able to do before. He looked down at his brother who was as shocked by Akthip’s sudden agility. Amvaan looked small and helpless to Akthip for the first time. Akthip heard others responding to Amvaan’s cries. With a quick kick to the horse’s torso, he rode off disappearing into the night.

Akthip rode the horse hard, not knowing or caring where he was going, it felt so good to have the wind in his face. With each passing moment he felt stronger and more alive. Straddling the horse bareback, the rhythm of its gallop stimulated his manhood. His clothes tightened around his body, the hand stitched seams pulling apart around his thighs. Akthip never felt so alive and healthy. He leaned forward forcing more of his crotch to make contact with the animal beneath him. His cock became hard as steel as it grew to new larger proportions. His breathing became more rapid, he wrapped his arms around the horse’s neck. He whispered ‘’faster” into the beast’s ear. The pace quickened for the both the horse and rider. With a deep moan Akthip came. The horse instinctively slowed to a trot before coming to a complete stop. Akthip dismounted and removed his tattered clothing. His larger, more muscular body glowed in the moonlight. He rubbed his powerful torso, before massaging his massive balls and meat. He felt so big and powerful. He raised his hands to the sky and yelled, “I will be chief.”

The moon’s cycle had twice passed before Akthip returned to his village. He rode in on Amvaan’s horse wearing only a strip of cloth around his tight waist. The members of the tribe watched emotionless has he arrived at his father’s tent. From the tent, Afawn and her uncle appeared. He jumped off the horse confidently. He removed a large bundle tied to the horse. Akthip unwrapped the bundle to reveal a giant snake head. He held it up for everyone to see before tossing it to the ground. . “I have killed Apsunxara. I have proven my bravery and hunting skills to be your next chief”.

“You are not our chief,” Afawn said with disgust. “You are a sorcerer and a murderer.” Akthip did not respond as a look of disbelief took over his face. “Tell us how you became so big and strong, Akthip?” Akthip just watched the woman circle around him. “You stole my son’s strength, your own brother, leaving him weak and frail. He was so weak that when a sickness came to the village he didn’t have the strength to fight it. Now he’s dead because of your desire to be chief.” She spat in Akthip’s face. “You will never be chief.”

Akthip wiped the spittle from his face and looked at the angry crowd now surrounding him. “I want to hear what my father has to say, not the words of his woman. He sent me on the quest. Is he not still the leader of this tribe?”

“Your father is dead. He died the night you left. Maybe you killed him just like Amvaan” Afawn said taking advantage of the situation. “Could not even Apuruvaan satisfy your hunger for power with only one man?”

Akthip’s great sorrow about learning of his father’s death, was squelched when he came to a realization. “I never said anything about Apuruvaan? That night he was expecting the chief’s son to be by the lake. But it wasn’t supposed to be me was it Afawn? It was you who summoned him? You would have done anything to ensure your SON became chief, even though it was not his birthright.”

Afawn panicked momentarily, before getting back her composure. “Don’t twist the truth with your forked tongue sorcerer. My son and husband are dead. Only a servant of Apuruvaan would be so cold hearted to do what you have done.” She turned to the tribe, “He is no longer part of this tribe. His treachery should not go unpunished?”

The crowd shouted in agreement, two of the tribe’s braves came forward and grabbed Akthip’s thick arms. Akthip used his superior strength to free himself; he jumped on his horse and raced away. He eluded his pursuers and found himself by the lake. He climbed down from his horse and walked into the water. He fell to his knees. Realizing his quest to kill Apsunxara meant nothing now. His destiny was stolen from him. His parents were dead and he had killed his brother. He was alone with no where to go.

His despair turned to anger. He slammed his large, powerful hands into the calm surface of the water. “I will not let that woman rule my tribe. My father wanted me to be chief and I will be. I’ll rule over everyone one day. All I need is to be bigger and stronger. I’ll prove I am the worthy successor.” Akthip looked out over the lake and yelled, “Apuruvaan! Apuruvaan, your loyal servant summons you.” The water before him started to bubble and churn. The ferocity of the bubbling increased until the water erupted several feet above the surface. In the center of the torrent a head emerged, then a body, it was Apuruvaan. He stood directly in front of Akthip, the lake water cascading down his rippling naked physique. “Why have you summoned me?” he said in his booming baritone voice.

“I need to be bigger and stronger,” Akthip said trying to avoid staring at the spirit’s impressive muscles.

“Why, haven’t you already killed the serpent god?” Apuruvaan asked.

“Yes, but I need more to be chief. I want to be so strong that no one would dare deny me.” Akthip pleaded.

“You mortals are never satisfied. You ask me for more, and I get nothing in return.” Apuruvaan moved his large, dark, penetrating eyes from Akthip for the first time and looked around, “Where is my alter you promised?”

“An alter? I’ll build you an alter, many alters, if I become chief. Give me what I ask for and I’ll rule over my tribe and all the surrounding tribes. I’ll build alters for you in all the known lands. Just make me stronger” Akthip demanded.

Apuruvaan bent down and touched the medallion he gave Akthip that still hung around his neck. “Foolish man, you already possess the means to get what you desire.” The malevolent spirit smiled as he returned to full upright stance, placing his hands on his hips. “You need to just touch the source of any male creature’s masculinity. And all their strength and virility becomes yours.”

Akthip clutched the medallion and lowered his eyes to look at the shiny black stone in the shape of a horse’s head. “Any male creature” he said softly. He raised his head, slowly scanning the thickly corded muscles of Apuruvaan’s thighs, his brick-like abdominals, billowing pectorals, powerful arms, yard-wide shoulders and thick neck before reaching his ruggedly handsome face framed by a waist length, jet black mane. Akthip quickly reached up and grabbed onto Apuruvaan’s ball sack. The spirit was only able to scream “no” before his body became rigid. Akthip began muttering an incantation as he lost control of his body too. His right hand was the only body part moving as it tightened more and more around his victims testicles. Suddenly Akthip stopped chanting and released his grip falling back onto the shore. He watched Apuruvaan’s stiff body fall into the lake, sinking out of sight.

Akthip struggled to his feet, his body shaking and burning with new energy. He could feel his body stretching and lengthening. He felt his muscles expanding and growing stronger. His hair thickened and grew longer sprouting down the center of his widening back. His hair, skin and eyes darkened. His muscle growth outpaced his increase in height as he became broader and more imposing. The growth stopped and he stood flexing each muscle enjoying the vast power his body now possessed. The leather necklace, which held his medallion, snapped from the strain caused by his bull-like neck. He picked up the medallion and smiled at how much smaller it looked in his larger hand. He traced the medallion’s carving with one of his thick fingers, seeing himself in the artwork for the first time. He wrapped the leather strip around his left wrist twice and knotted it in place.

The entire tribe came to the center of the camp as Akthip walked in slowly. He stopped directly in front of Afaun and Ancle. He stood before his tribe in the nude. Everyone was silent as they stared at the magnificently formed man before them. He looked directly at Afaun before he began to speak. “I am Akthip-Amvaan and I am your chief. My new name pays homage to my brother who is forever a part of me.” Afaun opened her mouth to speak, but decided to hold her words when the intimidating man raised his index finger in her direction. At the same moment, several braves returned to the encampment for their search for Akthip. Like everyone else, they were stunned by his new appearance. Akthip walked over to the largest brave still on horseback. Akthip bent down and stooped underneath the horse. The animal remained perfectly calm. He straightened his legs lifting the horse of the ground with his shoulders. The crowd gasped and backed away. Akthip repositioned his hands and easily pressed the beast over his head using the strength of the two men and a sorcerer he now possessed. He did a full turn to look everyone in the eye before setting the stallion gently back to the ground. “Does anyone here challenge my claim as the one and only chief of this tribe?” No one said a word. “With me as your leader, we will accomplish great things. I will unite all the lands under me. Those who defy me will perish.” With those words he looked at Afaun, he then turned to the group of warrior braves. “And those who follow me will be rewarded by becoming the most powerful braves the world as ever known.” Akthip palmed his massive package before displaying his spectacular physique with a double bicep pose. The power and beauty of his body awed the other men. None of them dare challenge his leadership.

Several months passed and Akthip-Amvaan kept his word. He united all the neighboring tribes under his rule. Most tribes surrendered just from the site of Akthip’s approach. Those who opposed him were captured and used to enhance his most loyal warriors. Akthip learned he could use the power of the medallion to transfer one man’s masculinity to another. He had his brave grab hold of the victim’s balls then we would simply touch the brave’s back. The medallion pulled the strength out of the captive and into his follower. Soon Akthip had a small army of enhanced braves. He no longer needed to join the war parties. He would stay behind with the women, while the other men enforced his rule. Every woman, married or not, was available to Akthip. He would select several each day to service him. They would bath, feed and satisfy his every desire.

One day, when Akthip was the only man left in camp, he had just enjoyed a large meal after several hours of love making. He felt tired and laid down on his bed. He started having difficulty breathing. His arms and legs were becoming numb. He called out for help, but no one came. Soon he couldn’t move or speak. He heard someone enter the teepee but couldn’t move his head to see who it was. Afaun came into his limited view. She knelt down beside him. “I see the great chief is still alive,” she ran her hand over Akthip heaving chest and down his powerful arm. “You are even stronger than I thought. I gave you more than five times the poison as I used to kill your father. But maybe it’s better this way. Now you can watch me steal from you what you stole from my son.” Afaun took a knife from her belt and moved her hand down to the chief’s large masculine package. After playing with his equipment for a few seconds to satisfy her curiosity, she lifted his thick member holding it up at the tip with her small fingers. She brought the blade to the base of the thick shaft. After looking to see the horror in the strong man’s eyes, she forced the knife into his skin. It took several saw-like cuts to free his cock from his body. Ignoring the gushing blood, she continued her mutilation of her stepson. She brought the knife to his sack and with several more strokes castrated the giant.

Akthip body seized up in pain. Afaun just laughed as he clutched his removed parts. Using all his remaining strength Akthip got to his knees. He crawled out from the tent leaving a trail of blood behind him. He had a strong need to get to the lake. Afaun and the other women surrounded him as he slowly moved forward. He made it only a few yards before collapsing. Akthip could feel life leaving his body. He looked at the forest surrounding him. As he slipped into unconsciousness, the pine trees began to blur before his eyes.

Wallace watched the trees blur past as he stared outside the passenger side window. Everything looked so vigorous in the mountains. But the pine-scented air and bright sunshine couldn’t lift his sense of pending doom. He sneezed and turned to his father in the driver’s seat, “Do I have stay overnight?”

“Bless you and yes you do, Wallace. All the other boys are going to be sleeping over,” the middle-aged man looked briefly at his son and saw the boy’s distressed expression. He gave him a warm smile before reaching over and rubbing his hand playfully on top of the boy’s head. “Don’t look so glum, chum.”

Wallace kept his head down and sniffled before speaking. “But Dad, the twins hate me. They pick on me every day at school, ordering me around like a servant. I get really mad but can’t do anything about it because they’re so much bigger than I am. They only asked me to come because their parents made them invite every boy in class,” Wallace said before inhaling quickly through his nose to draw up the snot.

“Wallace stop sniffling and blow your nose” the man instructed his son as he reached for his handkerchief. He attempted to give it to the boy, but stopped when he saw him rubbing his nose on his shirt sleeve. The father shook his head disapprovingly before continuing, “If the twins don’t like you, it’s because they don’t know you well enough. School only started a few weeks ago. This will be a chance to make them your friends. There is always going to be people bigger and stronger than you. You’re going to have to learn to deal with bullies on a psychological level. Lagette men are thinkers not fighters.” His father spoke without taking his eyes off the steep, winding road. “Who knows, you may actually have a good time. I hear camping can be a lot of fun.” He sneezed and used the handkerchief still in his hand. “The pollen count must be at an all-time high today, huh buddy?”

“Have you ever been camping, Dad?” Wallace asked.

His father hesitated momentarily, “No, I haven’t. But I always wanted to.”

Wallace sighed and returned looking at the evergreens passing by quickly. He thought how he never was able to do what he wanted. At school he was bullied by the twins and at home he had to do what his father said. He couldn’t wait to grow-up so he didn’t have to listen to anyone.

The car pulled up the crude driveway to the modest log cabin alongside the lake. Once parked, Wallace didn’t move as his father got out of the car to greet the waiting hosts. The boy couldn’t believe what he saw; the twin’s father looked enormous. Wallace never thought of his father as being small, but compared to the other man he looked so insignificant. The big man wore a pair of shorts; that were probably swim trunks since they had no fly. The material was stretched tightly over his thick, muscular thighs and round ass. The cloth surrounding the large bulge between his legs puckered as it strained to contain him. His powerful torso was covered by an equally tight t-shirt. The thin, white cotton hugged each protruding chest muscle like a second skin, his nipples clearly visible through the cloth. In contrast, the material was gathered loosely around his narrow waist before disappearing into his shorts. The stressed sleeves of the t-shirt, unable to enrobe his massive upper arms, were forced up towards his shoulders. His pumped left bicep was being tightly gripped by an attractive blond woman. Even she was taller than his Wallace’s dad. The woman, presumably his wife, wore a pair of cut off denim shorts and a bikini top. The snug swimsuit pushed her voluptuous breasts together forcing them to bulge upward; jiggling like a gelatin desert with her slightest move. The smiling couple looked like the after picture in a health tonic advertisement; their beauty and vitality glowed brightly despite standing in the shadow cast by their vacation home.

Wallace listened as his father introduced himself to the beautiful people, “Hi, I’m Stanley Lagette, Wallace’s dad.” Stanley looked at his side expecting his son to be there. He saw him sitting in the car and gestured for him to get out. Wallace sighed again and opened the car door; he pulled out his overly packed knapsack. He struggled to lift the heavy bag. “Don’t hurt yourself son, use the bag’s wheels. That’s why they are there.”

Wallace approached with his head down puling the bag behind him. “Wallace, this is Mr. and Mrs.Graither, Taylor and Tyler’s parents.” Stanley put his arm around his son’s shoulder and looked up at the larger man, “This is my son, Wallace.” The young boy looked up too, straining his neck to see the giant’s rugged face. The mountain of a man bent forward to see the little boy blocked by his broad chest; he smiled and held out his hand. Wallace thought he heard this t-shirt creak in protest as the movement caused his muscles to flex. Wallace followed the thick vein from the man’s bicep down to his hand. He just stared at the huge claw. He felt his father shake his shoulder to urge him to return the gesture. Wallace worked past his fear and put his hand inside the giant’s. It disappeared among the thick, calloused fingers of his host. Wallace’s whole body quaked as the man moved his hand up and down ever so slightly. The boy could feel the incredible strength the man possessed even as he tried to be gentle.

“Nice to meet you Wally, you can call me Bruce,” the giant’s bass-heavy voice resonated in the boy’s chest. Wallace leaned into his father for reassurance.

“And I’m Callie,” the twin’s mother said with a dazzling smile. She unconsciously ran her delicate fingers over her husband’s free arm enjoying the feel of its smooth hardness.

“I’m sorry we are a little late,” Stanley said still clinging tightly to his son. Wallace could feel his father’s hands shaking under his grip. Wallace thought maybe his father was a little frightened too.

“No problem, Stan. It was a shame Wally couldn’t come up in our SUVs with the other boys. They sang songs and had a great time. That way you wouldn’t had to make a special trip.” Bruce put his hands on his hips, allowing his chest to expand to its full circumference. Wallace thought it made him look like a superhero in a cartoon. He never thought such a powerful man existed in real life. His eyes fell unto the bulge in his shorts. Wallace didn’t understand what he could be carrying in there that could be that big. Wallace knew what he had between his legs and had even seen his father’s private parts once when he accidentally walked in on him while he was in the bathroom. Wallace couldn’t believe it was anatomically possible to have something big enough to cause a bulge like that, no matter how much taller and wider he was than his father. Wallace continued to stare at the big man’s crotch. He knew it was wrong, but couldn’t help himself. He was mesmerized by it for some reason. He tuned out the adult’s conversation. Suddenly he felt his father shrugging at his shoulder again and saw everyone looking at him. Wallace looked at his father’s disapproving face than at his classmates’ parents. Callie gave him an uneasy smile while still caressing her husband’s left arm. Bruce was looking over Stanley keeping an eye on the other boys running about the property. He seemed obvious to his wife and Wallace’s preoccupation with his body. Or maybe he was just accustomed to being touched and stared out by others.

“I was saying that you get car sick sometimes on long drives, don’t you son?” Stanley asked as he looked down at Wallace. Wallace shook his head affirmatively. “We packed all his required supplies for the weekend; his asthma inhaler, allergy pills and special underwear?” Bruce gave a slight laugh, before forcing a neutral expression back onto his face. His wife smacked his arm playfully to punish him for his rude outburst.

“Dad,” Wallace whined.

Stanley looked up at his host. “Sometimes he has a bladder control issue. It’s not that uncommon for growing boys of his age”

“Dad,” Wallace said again this time with an angry tone.

“Don’t worry Wallace. It will be our little secret,” Callie said.

Mr.Graither gave a loud whistle and yelled, “Boys get over here and greet your guest.” The identical twins quickly responded to their father’s call. The mother got pushed aside as each boy stood by their father, each grabbing hold of one his thick forearms. “Boys, this is Mr.Lagette, Wally’s father.” The boys reluctantly, but politely took turns shaking Stanley’s hand; their forceful grip taking the older man by surprise. The twins were already as tall as he was. They towered over Wallace as Bruce did over Stanley.

“My, you certainly have a strong grip there boys,” Stanley said shaking his right hand. “Happy Birthday, how old are you?”

“Thirteen,” the boys said in unison.

“Thirteen!” Stanley scanned the two boys then looked up to their father. “They’re big for their age aren’t they?”

“Yes, they are,” Bruce said beaming with pride, “One day they’re going to be bigger than their old man, but for now I’m still bigger.” He bent his arms; the boys wrapped their bodies tightly around the crook of their father’s arms pulling down with all their might. But the big man easily went into a double bicep pose lifting the twins off the ground. He laughed and the boys giggled. It was obvious the test of strength was something they did often. “The way they’re growing, I won’t be able to do this much longer.” He set them down. “They are going to make me so proud when they’re great athletes”.

“Oh, do you play sports?” Stanley asked trying not to sound foolish.

“Yes, college ball before turning pro. Played in the NFL for several years, ended my career with the Seahawks. I retired four years ago. Now I coach and teach PhysEd at the high school. I can’t wait for my boys to get there. With them on the team we’ll take the state title every year.” The coach’s voice growing more excited as he talked about the future he had planned.

His wife wrapped her arms around her husband’s tight waist and squeezed, “But we are not going to force them to play football if they don’t want to”.

“We want to be just like Daddy,” Tyler said.

Bruce smirked, “Remember dear, if it wasn’t for football we would have probably never met.” He raised his heavy arm and placed it behind his wife forcing her to move forward as he hugged her.

“I was a cheerleader,” Callie said coyly. “What line of work are you in Stanley?”

“Well I know it’s hard to believe but I’m not a professional athlete,” Stanley said in an attempt at humor. Bruce and the twins laughed. Wallace didn’t find it funny. He was even a little embarrassed. “I’m a regional distribution manager for a plastics injection molding company” Stanley said with pride. There was an awkward silence for a moment. Callie finally spoke, “Plastic injection that sounds so interesting. Doesn’t it honey?” Bruce shrugged his imposing shoulders and mumbled “sure.” The woman continued her inquiries, “And does your wife work outside the home?”

Wallace was losing interest in the conversation again and found himself staring at the big man’s crotch again. He took his gaze away and looked at the twins. Tyler shook his head in disgust, mouthing the word “fag.” Taylor just sneered at Wallace. Wallace looked down at his feet.

“I’m a widower. My wife died several days after Wallace was born. She was very frail, with a heart condition. The pregnancy was too much for her.” He pulled Wallace closer to him. “It’s just the two of us now.” Wallace hated when his father told that story, it made him feel it was his fault his mother had died.

“Oh I’m so sorry for your loss,” Callie said putting her hand on Stanley’s upper arm to comfort him. She looked at her hand on Stanley’s thin arm and then moved it back to her husband’s. She squeezed his large muscle and then wrapped both arms around his powerful limb. She silently thanked God she got to sleep next to a man like her husband every night. “Our boys will grow up to play in the NFL and Wallace will be a successful business man. Like father like son is what they say.”

“I don’t know if I’m all that successful. I just do what my bosses tell me. But I know Wallace will be. He’s a very bright boy. He skipped the 3rd grade. That’s why he’s the youngest in class. He’s only eleven and won’t turn twelve until December. Unfortunately, he is taking after me in his physical development. I was a late bloomer. And that can be very difficult for a boy, I remember all too well.” Stanley tried to be humorous again by stating the obvious. “Of course compared to you Bruce, it looks like I still waiting.”

Bruce stood tall and flexed his muscles slightly to make the difference in the two men’s physical appearance even more striking. Everyone laughed again except Wallace. He looked at his dad and saw his future. For the first time he saw him as a man instead as his father. He saw the pale skin that covered his soft features; the weak chin that melted into his narrow, twig-like body. The poor fitting clothes, orthopedic shoes, and thick glasses made him look like the clichéd nerd. Wallace remembered thinking it was cool when he got glasses that matched his father’s. Now he wondered if they looked as dorky on him as they did on his father. Wallace always thought one day he wouldn’t be the smallest guy around, the weakling that everyone told what to do. But he now realized that would never change. He was his father’s child. Stanley saw the pensive look on his son’s face.

“I guess I’ve embarrassed my son enough for one day. It’s time for me to go so the boys can begin their birthday festivities,” Stanley leaned down and kissed his son goodbye. Wallace wiped his cheek dry and heard the twins snickering. “You behave yourself and listen to Mr. and Mrs.Graither.” He sneezed and wiped his nose with the used hanky from his pocket. “Remember to wear your jacket to keep warm and take your allergy medication.” Stanley looked back at the Graither’s, “Allergies, something else he unfortunately inherited from me.” The beautiful couple smiled and said their goodbyes. Wallace watched his father zip up his nylon wind breaker before getting in the car to drive away. He didn’t move for a few moments, not even waving to his father. He felt numb from his recent realization.

“It’s turning into a warm day.” Bruce lifted his right arm to wipe his brow on his sleeve revealing a large sweat stain. “Come on boys, tell your buddies to head to the dock. Let’s cool off in the Lake” the twin’s father said as he started to walk down the path. The twin’s followed screaming from excitement. The other boys from class were close behind making even more noise. They all followed Bruce like he was the piped piper.

“Aren’t you going to join them, Wallace?” Callie asked softly. Wallace was still staring down the deserted driveway. The twin’s mother walked up to the boy and put her hands on his shoulders. She gently turned him around and guided him toward the path to the lake. “You’re father will be back to pick you up before you know it. Go have some fun with the others.” She let go and stopped walking. She watched Wallace slowly continue down the path alone without any enthusiasm. “Everything will be okay, Wallace.” the woman said loudly in a positive tone.

Wallace arrived at the lake to see the giant at the edge of the dock. He had taken off his shirt. His bronzed skin made his muscles look more natural, less bulky, than when clothed. His immense size and thin coat of body hair contrasted with the boys that surrounded him making him appear even larger. Wallace, like all the boys, was in awe of him. Something instinctual made them want to be around him, to follow and obey him. They wanted his acknowledgement and approval. The other boys lined-up on the dock waiting for him. He picked up each boy and threw them high into the air letting them fall into the lake below. The boys quickly exited out of the lake and eagerly got back in line. Wallace heard them laughing and saying this was better than any theme park ride. Bruce seemed to be enjoying it almost as much as the boys. It took so little effort for him to toss the kids around. When it was Taylor’s turn he asked his father, “Due the airplane throw, Dad.” Bruce grabbed his son’s left wrist in one hand and his left ankle in the other. Bruce then spun him around in a circle before letting his son go over the water. Taylor changed position when he was high in the air, tucking his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around his legs. He did a cannonball into the lake. The impact’s large splash hitting the boys watching on the dock. Taylor came to the surface with a loud victory cry. All the boys cheered and applauded. They told each other how “cool” and “fun” that looked. Each boy begged Bruce to throw them like an airplane too. Bruce said it wouldn’t be safe. Tyler moved to the front of the group “I’ll guess we’ll have to throw you into the lake than Dad”.

“Really” Bruce said with a smirk on his face and folding his arms across his chest.

“Really,” Tyler said, “Get him guys!” All the boys climbed onto the big man. They clung onto to his arms, legs, waist and neck. Even with eight boys attached to him, Bruce was able to move about with ease. Everyone was laughing, even Wallace as he watched the action from a safe distance.

“No, I can’t take anymore. You boys are too much for me.” Bruce feigned fatigue. He waddled over to the edge of the dock. “I’m a goner.” He fell backwards crashing into the water. A splash war broke out in the lake between Bruce and all the boys. The giant began dunking the boys underwater. Many ganged up on him to force him under. Everyone was laughing and screaming loudly. Bruce pulled himself onto the dock combing his wet hair back away from his face with his thick fingers. His swimsuit clung even tighter to his body now that it was wet. The boys asked for his help in getting out of the water. He quickly and easily lifted two boys at a time onto the dock, one with each arm. He lifted the boys high above the dock, before lowering them to their feet. All the boys were amazed by Bruce’s strength. They asked him to flex his arms so they could feel his muscles. He obliged their request. The twins seemed as proud of their father’s physique as Bruce was. Bruce then asked the boys to flex for him. He gingerly touched each boy’s arm commenting how big and hard their muscles were.

After a comical pose down, Bruce said it was time for lunch. The boys ran back toward the cabin passing, but not acknowledging, Wallace. Bruce and the twins brought up the rear. When Bruce saw Wallace he stopped and asked, “Why didn’t you join us in the lake, Wally?”

Wallace looked up at the giant, his body glistening in the bright sun. “I’m not supposed to go swimming. I have narrow ear canals and tend to get inner ear infections”.

“What a wimp,” Tyler mumbled. Taylor laughed.

“Boys, that’s enough” Bruce said, “It’s not nice to make fun of someone’s medical conditions. You should be thankful that you are strong and healthy.” He put his hand on Wallace’s back, “Come on Wally, let’s get you something to eat.” Bruce kept his hand on the littlest boy’s back, purposely shortening his stride to not rush Wallace. The twin’s got frustrated with the slow pace and ran ahead to join their friends. Wallace could feel the heat radiating from the man’s large hand. He could feel his strength and didn’t want him to let go. Wallace never felt so safe and protected in his life.

Lunch was hamburgers and hotdogs. Wallace was the last to sit at the picnic table where the other boys were already eating. He was the only one fully dressed, his classmates were all shirtless and in their swim trunks. Even at a young age, the twins had defined bodies; the shape of their growing musculature clearly visible under their skin. The twins looked at each other and smiled. Then they made sure their parents’ attention was elsewhere. The adults were busy with the cooking and cleaning. Tyler put his larger hand on the can of soda Wallace was carrying. He jerked the can away from Wallace, “I’ll take that.” Wallace didn’t react. This was going to be just like a typical day at school.

Taylor took the hotdog from Wallace’s plate, “I’ll take that and go get me a soda, wimp.” Wallace didn’t move. “Did you hear me wimp? I said get me a soda.” Wallace still didn’t move. “You don’t want to get me angry four eyes. My brother and I will pull you out of your tent tonight and throw you into the lake naked. I’m sure we would all get a good laugh at seeing your little dick as you crawl out of the lake shivering”.

“But you can’t do that Bro. He may get an inner ear infection because of his narrow ear canals” Tyler mocked. Wallace got up without making eye contact with the snickering crowd. Again he had no choice but to follow the twin’s orders. He returned with two cans, one for Taylor and one for himself. Wallace set Taylor’s soda on the table in front of his tormentor. Wallace started eating the pile of potato salad that remained on his nearly empty plate. Taylor opened his can of soda and poured it out onto the ground, then he took the other can that Wallace brought for himself. He popped it open before taking a large gulp. Tyler tipped Wallace’s plate so it fell into the smaller boy’s lap. Everyone laughed softly so not to draw the adult’s attention. Wallace got up and walked away from the table. The group of boys started to pelt him with pieces of food. Wallace quickened his pace, not stopping until he was on the other side of a small hill that blocked him from their view. He reached into the pocket of his windbreaker for his inhaler. He tired to calm himself down, trying not to cry. He knew that would only make things worse for him if the others saw him cry.

Wallace lay in the grass for several minutes looking up at the passing clouds, getting control of his breathing. The peacefulness of the moment interrupted only by his frequent sneezes. He sat up to wipe his nose with his sleeve again. His attention was drawn to a rabbit about ten yards away nibbling on some wildflowers in a small opening amongst the trees. Wallace smiled. He felt like a real woodsman having experienced his first sighting of a wild animal. A shadow passed over the rabbit. Suddenly it took off over the next hill. Wallace looked up and saw a hawk diving in the same direction. He ran to the bottom of the dell and up over the next hill. Wheezing deeply, he stopped when he reached the next valley. It was larger and more open than the previous one. He scanned the meadow and didn’t see the animals. Then he saw the hawk take off from a rocky outcrop on the far hillside. Wallace had to know the outcome of the predator and prey encounter. He identified with the skittish rabbit. He walked quickly toward the rocks. It looked as if the area had recently been disturbed by a rock slide. He found no sign of the rabbit. He carefully moved around the boulders using his hands to balance himself on the unstable ground. He found an opening, a cave, in the rock face behind the largest boulder. It looked as if it had been purposely concealed with the large rocks; but it would take a man even bigger than the twin’s father to move these rocks. The opening was large, but the rock still blocked most of its volume. Wallace peered in to the dark straining his weak eyes to see the interior. He moved closer, putting one hand on the edge of the opening to steady his body and nerves. He reached into the cave with his other hand. He watched his hand, then his arm fall into shadow as he inched forward. The startled rabbit darted passed him as it exited the cave, grazing his bare shin. Wallace screamed, his voice echoing within the hole in the hillside. He watched the rabbit scamper away before returning his gaze into the abyss. He thought if the cave was a haven for the rabbit maybe he also could find comfort within its cool, stone walls. Curiosity and the need to feel safe overcame his fear as he continued his advancement into the darkness.

Chapter 2

The ground inside the cave was flat and firm with only a few loose stones, making it easier for Wallace to walk. He held his hands in front of him as he gingerly went deeper into the Earth. The cave was small. The air was moist, stale and smelt of a mineral-rich musk. Wallace kept blinking his eyes trying to force them to adjust to the dim light. The shaft of light from the narrow opening only had the strength to poorly illuminate one side of the chamber. Wallace noticed drawings on the cave’s wall. He reached up and traced his slight fingers along the large pictographs. The crude paint was applied thickly to the flat wall surface making their outline distinct. The drawings appeared to tell a story. The first scene depicted to stick like figures representing two men along with a strange creature. It looked like a horse, but stood erect like a human. While the men were drawn with thin lines, the creature was made of elongated oval shapes for the limbs and an inverted triangle for the torso making it look more imposing than the men. In the second scene, the man-beast was touching one of the stick men on his back who in turn was touching the other man near his waist. There was a faint yellowish aura emitting from the creature as if it was glowing. The third and final scene showed the man in the middle was almost as tall and thick as the creature, but still with a human head. He too now appeared to glow with new vitality. The other man was much smaller than the other two figures, smaller than he appeared in the first two scenes, as if he had shrunk.

Wallace mindlessly let his hand slide down the wall as he continued to stare at the drawings trying to understand their meaning. His fingertips lightly skimmed the rocky surface. He felt the characteristics of the wall change. It went from hard, cool, smooth rock to a softer, room temperature, coarser substance. It felt like dried mud or clay. Wallace lowered his gaze to where his hand was. He could see the faint outline of more pictographs. But these were not painted on, but sculpted into the dried surface. The strange symbols appeared more ominous than those above and fear overtook him again. He quickly walked toward the mouth of the cave. Once back in the sunlight he heard someone calling his name from a distance. Wallace ran toward the voice. When he got to the top of the hill where he had rested earlier, he saw Mrs.Graither. He yelled hello and waved his arm over his head to get her attention. Wallace saw her body relax as a look of relief took over her face when their eyes met.

They walked toward each other. “There you are. Are you all right? You had us worried sick,” she said as she knelt down on one knee to gently hug the boy. Wallace’s rested his chin on her shoulder and took a deep breath. Her hair smelled of flowers. Her warm body was soft as it pressed into his. Wallace closed his eyes. He felt comforted by her even though they were strangers. A feeling of sadness overcame him as he missed having a mother of his own. Tears rolled down his cheeks. The twins had everything.

“The other boys said you just disappeared from the table for no reason. Wallace you can’t just wonder off like that without telling someone. You could have gotten lost or hurt in the woods,” she said as she pulled Wallace from her. She saw his tears. “But you are fine and everything is okay now, right?” The boy shook his head yes and wiped his eyes dry. “Let’s get back to the house. I’m sure everyone will be glad to see you/” She took Wallace by the hand and headed in the direction of the cabin. She talked about the trees and plants they passed. Wallace didn’t say much, he just enjoyed hearing her soothing voice. He said nothing about the cave.

After dinner, under a bright full moon, everyone sat around a campfire making smores. Mr.Grather enjoyed showing the boys the proper way to build a fire and roast a marshmallow. Mrs.Graither ran here and there with food and drinks for the boisterous group. The twins begged their father to tell them a ghost story. After several half-hearted refusals he finally agreed as the other boys enforced his sons’ pleas.

“Okay, okay. I do know one story about this area, but I’m afraid it may be too gory for you youngsters” The giant man said with a smirk. The boys all said they wouldn’t be afraid and encouraged him to tell the tale. “All right men, here it goes.” He spoke slowly, softly but in a deeper baritone than his norm “This story took place hundreds of years ago at TrinityLake. It was told to me by an old man you has lived in these woods all his life. And it was told to him by a chief of the Karuk Tribe, the original people of this area. For all we know, it might have happened at this very spot where we sit.” Bruce paused and slowly scanned his audience which hung on his every word. He went on to tell the story of Akthip-Amvaan

Wallace couldn’t help but compare himself to Akthip. Both lost their mother when they were born, both were physically small and weak. Wallace, like all he boys, was silent as Mr, Graither expertly drew them into the long ago world. As the story came to its known end Tyler asked, “Then what happened, Dad? Did Akthip die?”

“No one knows,” his father answered. “No one ever found a grave site or body. Some say he turned into a horse and galloped away. Others say his body turned into water running into the lake. But most believe his spirit still haunts this area. They say he’s searching for his balls that Afaun cut off and buried somewhere in the woods. If he can’t find his own, he’ll take someone else’s. They say he prefers the balls of young boys, just about your age, because their bodies are just maturing and are full of potential growth. Each year there are reports of boys seeing a large black stallion running across the surface of the lake or through the woods. It’s usually on the night of the full moon, just like tonight.” All the boys looked around trying to see into the forest beyond the dim light provided by the moon and campfire. The sound of a horse’s neigh came out of the darkness. All the boys jumped.

“Don’t worry boys I’m sure that was just the wind through the trees,” Bruce said as he stood up. “I’ll go check it out to make sure.” He walked into the darkness and disappeared. After a few moments Tyler called out to his father, but got no response. Then the sound of the boys’ chaperone yelling for help, was drowned out by galloping hooves. Out of the darkness a black horse appeared, as it reared with his front legs pawing at the night air, several boys screamed. As the horse settled down, a rider could be seen for the first time. It was a man wearing jeans and a t-shirt. The rider was laughing. Bruce appeared from behind a nearby tree laughing too. The boys looked at each other trying to understand what was happening.

“Dad, you’re alright?” Taylor asked, the concern in his voice obvious. All the other boys began to calm down and huddled closer to the fire.

“Yes, I’m fine. We’re just having a little fun with you boys. Is every one okay?” Bruce asked as he came closer to the boys and put his hand on Taylor’s shoulder. All the boys shook their heads and tried to appear as if they were never really frightened. The big man walked over to the horse as the rider jumped down. “Boys I’d like to introduce you to my accomplice and friend, Mr.Aktruck. He is a real member of the Krituck tribe.”

“Hello, boys. I hope Midnight and I didn’t scare you too much. It was all his idea,” the shorter man said as he playfully slapped Bruce in the chest. “I know the first time I heard the story of Akthip-Amvaan, I didn’t have the surprise ending you had”.

The boys became more relaxed with each passing moment. “So is the story true?” someone asked.

“Oh yes. The story has been told for generations among my people. In fact the ancient word for horse in my native language is akthip-amvaan.” The boys asked many more questions and each got to pet the horse before Mr.Graither told them it was time for bed. The boys grumbled slightly but stopped immediately when the twin’s father restated it was time for bed. The boys each went quickly into their tents that were pitched near the Graither’s home.

Wallace shared a tent with Chucky, the overweight boy in the class. Wallace entered the tent and gave Chuck a slight nod of acknowledgement. Chucky didn’t take his eyes off his PSP game. Wallace sat on his sleeping bag and pulled off his shoes, socks and t-shirt. He awkwardly removed his shorts and hesitated for a moment. He thought maybe he better stay dressed in case the twins decided to follow through on their threat and throw him into the lake during the night. Then he figured it wouldn’t make a difference how he was dressed, wet clothes would be as humiliating as wet pajamas. He slid into his sleeping bag to finish changing into his sleepwear. Snapping the last closure on his pajama top, he removed his glasses and tried to make himself comfortable. He turned his back on Chuck and the bright lantern.

“I sorry I don’t say anything to the others when they pick on you.” Chuck finally spoke. “It’s just… I know that if it wasn’t you they bullied, it would be me. I hope you understand.” Wallace didn’t turn around, he just said sure without any emotion. Chuck turned off the light and settled into his sleeping bag. “We can be secret friends if you want. No one will ever know but you and me. Okay?” Wallace didn’t respond he wanted to tell Charlie he was a coward, but he knew he would probably act the same way if he was in his place.

Wallace soon forgot about Chuck and began thinking about the campfire story Mr.Graither told. Could the cave he found today be the lost grave site of Akthip-Amvaan? Would his discovery make him famous? Then everyone would think he was cool guy, like Indiana Jones. His class mates, and even Mr.Graither, would like him. The days of people telling him what to do and picking on him would be over. Wallace became more and more excited as he thought about the cave. He decided to tell the twin’s father about his find in the morning. He rolled over to tell his secret friend about the cave first, but he heard Chuck’s heavy rhythmic breathing indicating he was asleep. There was no way he was going to sleep tonight his mind was still racing. His foot was swaying back and forth quickly in his excitement and soon he realized he needed to pee. He quietly crawled out of the tent and headed toward the house. As he circled around to the stairs for the back porch he saw a light and heard voices coming from the house. It was the twin’s parents. They were still awake. “Why wait until morning, I can tell Mr.Graither now about the cave. He’ll be so impressed with me he’ll want me to be his real friend,” Wallace said to himself. He climbed the stairs of the wrap-around porch and approached the open window. He peeked inside. The curtains weren’t completely closed allowing him a clear view inside.

“I think it will be something I’ll enjoy. You know how much I love competing. Being coach on the side lines just isn’t the same,” Mr.Graither spoke as he walked into the bedroom from the adjoining bath with only a towel wrapped around his narrow waist. He must of just taken a shower, his dripping hair was slicked back on his head and his body glistened with moisture. His tight, tan skin showcased every sculpted muscle in amazing detail.

“But dear, bodybuilding; isn’t that a bit… .extreme. Don’t you have to eat strange things and take all kinds of pills, and spend a lot more time at the gym. We hardly see each other now with our crazy schedules.” His wife, who was sitting up in bed under the covers,

“I’m not looking to be Mr.Olympia, I’m too old to start pursuing that level. I’m talking about local amateur contests in the masters’ division. I can register for the natural contests too. The competitor’s aren’t as freakishly big as the chemically enhanced pros you see in the magazines Marty thinks I have what it takes to win, with a little work.,” Bruce said standing at the edge of the bed flexing his muscles slightly to make himself look bigger. He didn’t want his wife to think the idea was foolish.

“Marty owns the gym and probably the contest’s promoter. Sure he’s not just feeding you a line to get your entry fee or to get into your pants.” Bruce gave her a disapproving look. “What? I see how woman and man are always hitting on you. I’m not blind.”

“Give me some credit. People have been coming on to me ever since I was a teenager, by now I can tell when someone is trying to seduce me.” Bruce said with authority folding his strong arms across his broad chest.

“Oh really” his wife answered coyly as she repositioned her body and slowly crawled cat-like over to the edge of the bed where he husband stood. She wore no nightgown, her shapely body fully exposed in the softly lit room. Wallace gave out a soft gasp, then quickly dropped below the window frame afraid the noise may have given away his voyeurism. But the conversation between the married couple continued, unabated but with a different tone. He slowly raised his head to peer into the room once more.

“Really.” Bruce said as felt his wife’s hands creep up the back of his thick thighs and start to knead his firm ass cheeks under the towel. “Don’t you think my physique is good enough to win a bodybuilding contest?” he asked playfully as he raised his arms into a double bicep pose. A huge ball of muscle peaked between his shoulder and elbow. Callie looked up at her magnificent husband and smiled. She then grabbed the tucked end of the towel with her teeth and pulled it loose from around Bruce’s waist. The towel fell to the floor allowing Callie and Wallace to see Bruce’s impressive manhood. Wallace’s eyes were transfixed. He never imagined a human being could look so powerful and commanding. Bruce held his masculine pose. Callie moved her hands from Bruce’s ass to his hips; she continued running up his flared lats. Then she moved on to his chest hesitating to pinch his nipples. Bruce’s body shuddered as he let out a soft moan. Callie moved her hands to the bulging biceps before her, rising to her knees to reach She groped and squeezed the rock hard muscle as she said, “you know I’ve always thought you had an award winning body, that’s one of the reason’s I married you, for your huge muscles.” She then began licking and sucking on her husband’s hardening nipples. Bruce kept his pose pretending not to react to his wife’s seduction. But he closed his eyes and his breathing was getting noticeably faster. Callie stopped working his husband’s chest as she slid her hands over his shoulders, across his chest and down his ridged stomach, finally returning to his ass. “The other reason was for your huge cock,” with those words her face went deep into his crotch. Bruce lowered his arms and arched his back, letting his eyes view the ceiling. After a few seconds, Bruce reached down and effortlessly picked his wife up from her shoulders. He buried his face between her large, round breasts, before tossing her in the air and re-catching her at the waist. Wallace thought it was a good thing the bedroom had a cathedral ceiling. He easily lifted her above his head. In perfect synchronization Callie raised her legs onto Bruce’s broad shoulders. Now Bruce’s face disappeared between Callie’s legs and it was her turn to moan. But Wallace’s attention was drawn to what was happening between Bruce’s legs. His cock was growing longer and thicker, rising higher and higher. Soon it was parallel to the floor, but still growing. Wallace wondered if it would ever stop. But soon it was standing almost straight up, gobs of a thick liquid emerging from the tip. Wallace had never seen an erect penis before. He couldn’t believe Mr.Graither had to carry around something that big all the time. It had to be the size of Wallace’s forearm. Now he understood why the bulge in his pants was so big. He thought it must be very uncomfortable walking with that between your legs. Wallace’s thoughts were interrupted when Bruce lifted Callie above his head once again, his shoulder muscles bulging from the effort. Slowly he positioned her onto his hardened rod. Callie’s moans became louder and more frequent, the pace of her breathing passed Bruce’s. Bruce smiled as he watched his wife’s face racked with pleasure. Callie’s breathing stopped momentarily then gasped for air, then she did again, then again. Bruce closed his eyes and thrusted his hips faster. After another moment he stopped, he froze in place and let out a deep whoosh of air. He pulled his wife closer to him, the two hugged as they caught their breath. Bruce then lifted his wife off on him and placed her gingerly in the middle of the king size bed. Bruce got in the bed next to her. Callie rolled over onto her husband putting her head on his heaving chest. “I love you,” she whispered looking up into his eyes. Bruce wrapped his arm around his wife and pulled her closer into him, they kissed.

“And I love you,” he said sincerely. He reached over to the nightstand beside the bed and turned off the lamp.

Wallace turned his body away from window and sat down on the porch with his back leaning against the wall below the window. He moved silently as not to make his presence known. He sat there for a few minutes replaying what he had just witnessed. His mind was racing, his heart was beating rapidly. He didn’t understand everything he saw, but knew what the couple had done. At school he heard the other boys making references about sex, but his immature body never had the urges they described. He couldn’t believe he would ever be capable of doing that. It seemed so crude and animalistic. But he understood it was natural and supposedly enjoyable. At least when the boys in school talked about it they had a smile on their face. But their words couldn’t compare to actually seeing it. It was his first time seeing two people having sex. In fact it was his fist time seeing a nude woman and a nude man, if you didn’t include his father. And after seeing Mr.Graither, he would have difficulty thinking of his father as a man again.

Wallace came out of his deep thoughts when the uncomfortable pressure of his bladder returned. He didn’t want to enter the house to use the bathroom now. He got on his feet and left the porch. He walked toward the forest. His mind started to wonder again as he walked. Suddenly he realized he couldn’t see the house any longer. He decided to relieve himself before retracing his steps back to his tent. But before he could begin he heard a strange noise. It sounded almost like a growl. Wallace looked around trying to see into the darkness. Then there was a second noise, and a third that seemed to come from a different location. The noises were growing louder and more frequent. Wallace panicked and started to run in the direction he hoped was back to the house. But when he came into a clearing he realized he was back in the same glade he was earlier in the day. The thought of the rabbit and hawk flashed in his mind. This time he was the prey. He thought of the cave and how it protected the rabbit. He saw the rocky hillside in the distance illuminated by the bright moonlight. He ran toward the rocky outcrop never looking behind him. He could hear his pursuers close behind. He made it to the cave and finally stopped running when he hit the cave’s far wall causing the dried surface to crack. Wallace could hear the animals rummaging over the rocks and making the same growling noises. He forced his back against the wall, paralyzed with fear. With a loud grunt two figures leapt into the cave. Wallace shrieked in fear shutting his eyes tightly. Then Wallace heard similar laughter. He opened his eyes and saw the twins in front of him in hysterics. The feeling returned to his body again, he felt a clammy wetness on his thighs. He looked down and saw a large wet spot at his crotch. The smell of urine penetrated the air of the small cave.

“I can’t believe what a wimp you are, Wally” Tyler said between laughs.

“The little baby was so afraid he peed his whittle pants,” Taylor said in a mocking voice pointing at Wallace’s soiled clothing. “Wait until the other guys hear about this”.

“The little baby has a dirty diaper.” Tyler commented, “Let’s give him a bathy-wathy. Grab him so we can throw him in the lake liked we planned.” Tyler wrapped his large hand around Wallace’s thin upper arm and yanked him forward. Wallace’s other arm swung backwards as his tried to keep his balance. His hand knocked a piece loose from the wall behind him. But no one noticed.

“Wait, Tyler.” Taylor commanded. “Take off his pants first. We’ll run them up the flag pole so everything can see his piss stained jammies”.

“Aaah dude, great thinking” Tyler said with a huge grin. Tyler pulled Wallace in front of him and wrapped his other hand around Wallace’s other arm. Taylor reached for the cuffs of Wallace’s loose pajama bottoms and yanked them down with one strong pull knocking Wallace off his feet. Tyler’s hold kept Wallace from falling. Taylor held Wallace’s offensive pants in the air with two fingers. He took his gaze away from the pants to look at Wallace’s nude body. Suddenly Taylor started laughing hysterically again.

“What?” Tyler asked. Taylor couldn’t speak, he just continued to laugh and point at Wallace’s crotch. Tyler let go of Wallace and pushed him toward the back wall. Tyler moved to stand next to his brother and looked at Wallace. A shaft of moonlight from the cave’s opening illuminated Wallace’s undeveloped body making it look softer and paler. His pinky sized prick, undescended balls, and lack of pubic hair made the twin’s question his gender. Tyler was now laughing with the same varicosity has his brother.

“My god, you’re hung like a light switch” Taylor finally forced out trying to catch his breath.

“Are you kidding me? Our four year old cousin is hung like a light switch. Wimpy Wally is about half his size,” Tyler said loudly.

“You mean skimpy Wally,” Taylor added. Both boys laughed loudly again.

Wallace hunched forward and moved his hands to cover his genitals, making him appear even smaller. He was turning red from embarrassment despite the blue hue of the moonlight. “Stop laughing at me. I’m only a boy. This is what a boy is supposed to look like”.

Tyler and Taylor stopped laughing as they first looked at Wallace, then each other, then back at Wallace. “Oh, really. Well, we’re boys and we don’t look like you,” Tyler said.

Wallace’s face became more defiant, “Whatever, just leave me alone.”

“I don’t think he believes you, Tyler” Taylor commented.

“Well then we’ll just have to show him,” with those words Tyler unzpped his shorts and pulled them down along with his underwear. Tyler held up his shirt before looking up at Wallace with a grin. Wallace stared in amazement. This boy was already the size of Wallace’s father.

“If you think that’s big, you should see what I’m carrying” Taylor copied his brother’s actions and stood there exposed too. Wallace eyes went back and forth between the two. Wallace knew that both boys were well on their way to being as impressive as their father.

“You idiot, we’re identical twins. We’re both the same size” Tyler said slapping his brother on the shoulder.

“I’m three minutes older and therefore bigger,” Taylor answered puffing out his chest slightly. Tyler just shook his head. “Hey, Skimpy. Who do you think is bigger?” Wallace didn’t answer his eyes darting from the boy’s faces and crotches.

“Look he can’t keep his eyes off our dicks. Just the way he was staring at Dad’s earlier today. I think Skimpy Wally here, is a faggot” Tyler said. Both boys moved closer to Wallace.

“Is that true Wally? Are you a fggot? Do you want to touch my dick” Taylor asked snidely.

“Do you Lagette the faggot?” Tyler asked as both boys moved closer forcing Wallace to retreat closer to the cave’s brittle wall. “I asked you a question, faggot. Do you want to touch our big dick and balls?” Wallace didn’t answer. Tyler put his hand on Wallace’s sunken chest and pushed in forcibly into the wall causing his eyeglasses to fall off his nose. Wallace could feel the wall give way as it cracked more. Wallace stood up and more pieces of dried clay fell at his feet. The twins moved closer, Wallace backed up again. He felt something poking at him between his shoulder blades.

Taylor looked down at Wallace with a smirk. “Of course he does. He wants to know what a real man’s balls feels like. Looking at his father, it’s apparent he’ll never have a set of his own.” Taylor faced turned menacing. “Touch them and tell us who’s bigger, faggot.”

“Do it or we’ll knock the shit out of you.” Tyler said in a harsh tone.

Taylor added, “We’ll going to tell everybody you did it anyway or maybe something worse. Do you know what a blow job is, Wally?”

“Touch them” Taylor shouted.

Wallace became more frightened, everything looked so distorted without his glasses. He pressed himself into the wall the pain in his back worsening. He didn’t know what do to, how to get out of this. So in one quick movement he reached forward and grabbed hold of both boys balls, one set in each hand. Both boys started to laugh. A strange feeling started to sweep through Wallace’s body emanating from his back. The engergy ran down his arms to his hands. His grip tightened around the twin’s sacks. Taylor and Tyler stopped laughing as Wallace’s grip became painful. Wallace’s body became rigid and started to glow. The twins were now paralyzed. Wallace started to speak in an unknown language first softly then louder and louder. “Axaychákish araav. Áfisheen araav. Aveêp araav. Axak-ivávapu árihish áxaska. Anamahach avanaxiich árihish axákyaan axyar ávansa.”

Wallace stopped chanting, the glow faded and he released his grip on the twins. Tyler and Taylor fell to the ground limply. Wallace was in a daze. He stepped over the twins showing no emotion. He exited the cave; still naked and walked directly back to his tent. He slid into his sleeping bag without waking Chucky.

The next morning Wallace awoke from a restless night. He dreamed of being a powerful man who intimidated everyone around him with his huge size and superior strength. His sleeping bag and hair were damp from sweat. As he stretched his body, he felt achy. His muscles and joints were sore. He ran his hands over his slick body and scratched his itchy ball sack. He was surprised by how different it felt. His lower stomach was also covered by a strange substance. He pulled his hand out and saw his fingers were coated with a sticky goop. “What is this?” he said softly and pulled the sleeping bag cover away from his body. He stared at his form, shocked to see what had appeared between his legs. His penis had almost doubled in size. In addition he had a scrotum with hair sprouting from the ruddy skin. Wallace groped his new endowment enjoying how it felt. The slightest squeeze sent a wave of pleasure through his body. He felt his cock fighting back, demanding more room in his hand. Wallace began to stroke the growing shaft feeling a new sensation. He stared at his package in amazement; he noticed newly visible thigh muscles twitch with each surge of pleasure. Wallace lowered his body back to sleeping position not releasing his grip from his cock.

“Looks like someone if horny this morning” Chuck’s voice startled Wallace, who had forgotten he wasn’t alone. Wallace quickly threw the covers over his body. “After all your activity last night, I’m surprised you have anything left. I mean, I’ve heard of people have wet dreams before, but you are ridiculous.”

“What do you mean?’ Wallace asked.

Chuck forced his bulk into the sitting position. “I mean you woke me up last night with all your moaning and groaning, covered in sweat. I thought you were having a nightmare, but then I saw you were enjoying it. If you know what I mean.” Wallace looked confused. Charlie explained, “You were excited, you know hard; pitching your own tent inside this tent, ha!”

“Oh, yeah right. Hard.” Wallace said still not totally sure. “Sorry I woke you.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Charlie got on his knees, before standing up. “You were going at it for hours, dude. With stamina like that, you should be on a sports team. I’m just surprised you aren’t blind or have hairy palms.” Charlie waked out of the tent leaving Wallace alone. Wallace sat in his tent for a few minutes longer trying to remember what happened that night. He could remember being chased by the twins and them laughing at him in the cave, but that was all. He didn’t remember how he got away from them or how he got back into his sleeping bag. The entire time he was in deep thought his hand was fondling his itchy balls. He pulled his hand away from his sack. He checked his palms for hair, not understanding Chuck’s comment. He smelt a strange musky scent from his sleeping bag. It was coming from his groin and underarms. He never thought he had body odor before, but now he stank. He thought it was similar to the way the locker room at school smelled after gym class. He slipped on a pair of his shorts and left the tent. He kept tugging at the front of his shorts, they were more snug then he remembered. He realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt or shoes. He thought he should go back into the tent to finish getting dressed. He wouldn’t want the other boys to see him without a shirt. And he never went anywhere without shoes, what if he stepped on a nail or something. But then he thought, “What the fuck, I don’t care anymore” and continued toward the lake. He could see the other boys scampering around the house, but the twins were no where in sight. The other boys ignored Wallace. Without the twins to encourage his torment, they had no interest in Wallace. Wallace got to the end of the pier and looked down into the lake. Normally water frightened him, but now it seemed so inviting. As he looked at his reflection it seemed to change. He saw an older version of himself. Bigger and stronger than any other man he had seen, even Mr.Graither. Wallace took a few steps back, then ran and dove into the water. He emerged from the cool water with a huge grin on his face. He felt so invigorated, as if the lake water was energizing him. He swam for a few moments, before pulling himself back onto the pier. He walked back to his tent to get dressed all the while grinning to himself.

The boys were enjoying their breakfast of pancakes and sausage links. Wallace was in line for third helping, when Mrs.Graither asked, “My, you’re a hungry camper today, Wallace. Are you sure you should be eating so much. I thought your father mentioned something about you having an allergy to wheat gluten.”

Wallace just laughed. “No, a little gluten work hurt me. Plus your cooking is much better than my dad’s.” Mrs.Graither smiled and ran her hand through Wallace’s hair. Wallace sat down at one of the picnic tables. He looked up when he saw the twin’s approaching with their father following. The boys flopped down at the table, cradling their heads in their hands. Not noticing anyone else at the table, including Wallace.

Mrs.Graither came over to the table, “Are you boys alright this morning?”

“We’re tired and want to go back to bed,” Tyler said in a whiny voice.

“It’s nearly 9 o’clock and almost time for us to leave. I don’t know what’s got into you two today. Usually you are bouncing off the walls. All your friends have been up for hours. No sons of mine are going to be lazy lay-abouts, so shake a leg,” Mr.Graither said sternly.

The twin’s mother, felt the boy’s foreheads before saying, “I don’t feel a temperature. Maybe some breakfast will make you feel better. I’ve made your favorite, chocolate chip pancakes.”

“I’m not hungry” Taylor said meekly without raising his head from the table.

“Me neither,” Tyler added.

“Well that’s a first,” Mrs.Graither said with some concern. She looked up toward the house, her attention drawn by Wallace’s father waving at her. “Wallace your father is here. You better go collect your things. Boys thank Wallace for coming to your party”

“Thank you” both boys mumbled with no emotion.

“Goodbye Wallace. Tell your father, my husband and I send our best regards” Mrs.Graither said sincerely before returning here attention to her sons.

Wallace got up and waved to his father before running to his tent. He picked up his fully packed nap sack and hesitated for a moment. He took one more look around thinking he had to forgotten something, the sack felt so light to him. But he couldn’t find anything. He easily threw the bag over his shoulder and ran to his father’s side.

“There’s my boy. How did everything go?” his father asked as he gave him a little hug.

“Great, I like the outdoors” Wallace said with a smile.

Stanley scanned Wallace up and down before saying. “There’s something different about you. I think you actually grew since the last time I saw you. And where are your glasses?”

Wallace put his hands to his face, he had forgotten about his glasses. Somehow he could see perfectly fine without them now. “I don’t know. But I don’t need them anymore.” Wallace took a deep breath enjoying the fresh air. “I don’t need my allergy medicine anymore either. And I ate seven pancakes this morning and my stomach doesn’t hurt.”

“Really? And when did you become a doctor, young man” Mr.Laggette said as he walked around to the other side of the car.

“I’m not a doctor, but I’ve never felt so good before. I went swimming too” Wallace said getting into the car his voice cracking.

Wallace’s father got in the car and started the engine. He put his hand on his son’s thigh, “The outdoors must really agree with you son. It’s like you’re a whole new man. Even your voice is changing.” He put the car in drive and headed down the country road.

Wallace took another deep breath and smiled as he watched the trees blur past him, “I feel like a new man.”

The rest of the school year brought more drastic changes. The twins were absent for days and even weeks due to various illnesses. They had constant low grade fevers, strange allergic reactions, and reoccurring bronchitis. Tyler spent several weeks in the hospital when one of his kidneys failed. Their sudden poor health confused the doctors and frustrated their parents. The multiple medications, lack of appetite and general listlessness changed the boys both physically and psychology. They were no longer the bullies of the school yard. Their growth slowed to a stop and their appearance became gaunt. Mr.Graither even inquired about hormone treatments to increase their height and body mass, but the doctors advised against due to their many medical issues. By the time the boys turned fourteen and entered their first year of high school, their father knew his dream of his sons helping him win a state championship would never be realized.

Wallace was experiencing his own physically changes. While he found his transformation confusing, his increased vigor superceded any of his concerns. His father’s concerns were eased by the doctor’s confirming Wallace’s observations. Somehow all his allergies had disappeared and he no longer needed eyeglasses. He seemed to be in remarkable good health despite his medical history. That year he also had an amazing growth spurt, adding several inches to his height. It seemed his body was accelerating through puberty. His growing cock demanded more of his attention. Every day it appeared larger and thicker. His fur covered balls grew rounder and heavier. Touching his goods felt amazing, the pleasure overwhelming almost every other thought. Soon Wallace found it almost impossible to fall asleep at night without jerking off first, some times more than once. It was during this nightly ritual when Wallace’s first sexual encountered happened.

Whenever Mr.Lagette went out of town for work, he hired a babysitter to watch over his son. Maggie was a neighbor who had been Wallace’s babysitter for years. Now she was nineteen and in her first year at the local community college. She went to check in on Wallace as she had done numerous times before, but instead of finding her charge fast asleep she found him trying to start a fire with his skin stick. Wallace quickly released his grip from his rod and covered himself with a blanket. Maggie instinctively started to retreat, but after taking a second look at the huge tent erected at the boy’s lap she changed direction. Without saying a word she sat down on the bed and stared into Wallace’s eyes. She thought how much he had changed since the last time she saw him. He was surprising handsome despite the bright red blush engulfing his face. She refocused back on the object of her curiosity. She pulled the covers off and gave a slight gasp at the sight. Wallace tried to read her emotions from the expression on her face. It was strange combination of fear and what he would later learn was lust. It was a look he would became very familiar with in the future.

Maggie was amazed. Wallace had the biggest cock she had ever seen. She couldn’t believe this twelve year old boy was better endowed than the college men she dated. “My God, you’re some kind of a freak?” she uttered mindlessly. Her lust overcame her fear. She reached for the throbbing column of hot flesh. It was Wallace’s turn to gasp when her small hand began to stroke his manhood. Unbelievably is cock grew larger at her touch. Wallace’s breathing became erratic. She gingerly moved her fingers following the main vein feeding his engorged organ. She slowly went from the purple hued tip to the base, her fingers getting entangled in the thick fur that covered his balls. Suddenly Wallace exploded, sending a pint of crème into the air. Maggie giggled and said, “I guess you can say you have a hair trigger”.

“Sorry” was all Wallace could think to say.

“Don’t worry about it. You’ll do better next time.” Maggie said as she dipped her finger into the puddle of spunk on the boy’s flat stomach. “Why don’t you go clean yourself up”., she said before sucking Wallace’s essence from her finger seductively. Wallace got out of bed and went to the bathroom. When he returned he found Maggie in his bed naked. He stood there looking at her. She ran her hands over his firm, round breasts down her tight waist before her fingers disappeared in her own neatly trimmed bush. “Let me show you what that freaky cock of your was meant to do.” Wallace good feel his cock growing again. Maggie looked down and smiled, “That’s a good boy, now come to bed.” That night Wallace lost his virginity. The first time Maggie appeared to enjoy their encountered much more than Wallace based on the volume of their moans. Maggie educated Wallace on the ways of love making twice more over the next several months. But soon his father couldn’t rationalize having a baby sitter for a son almost as tall as he was.

By the time of his thirteenth birthday Wallace was an inch taller than his father. By the end of the school year he was the tallest boy in class, surpassing the twins. The growth was so rapid he experienced literal growing pains. The doctor told him to get plenty of rest and good nutrition to allow his body to mature properly. The eating part was no problem for Wallace, he was constantly hungry. And without the allergies to contend with he ate everything he could get his hands on. Resting was another matter. Wallace had an over abundance of energy. He would disappear for hours. He spent every free moment he had outdoors. Biking, hiking, canoeing and swimming became obsessions. The mountains were the only place he felt totally comfortable. His father tried to share his son’s new interests, but his allergies and poor conditioning made it impossible for him to keep up with his son. Plus he got the feeling his presence was more of a nuisance than a help. During the summer Mr.Lagette hardly saw his son. He wouldn’t come home until after dark, then he ate and went to bed so he could get up with the sun. He spent every daylight hour outside. His father put him in charge of all the yard work around the house in an attempt to keep him home, but Wallace was able to complete everything in only an hour or two each week. Wallace increase in height began to slow during the summer, but his body began to fill out with beefy muscle. His shoulders widened, his limbs thickened and his face matured.

At the end of summer, it was time for Wallace’s first day of high school. Many of his school mates didn’t recognize Wallace when they first saw him; he looked more like a high school senior than a freshman. During lunch Wallace sat a table near the back and started to devour his large selection of food. Soon he was joined by other boys who were on the football team. They noticed him throughout the morning and wanted to find out what sports in was in too. The seniors kept scanning Wallace’s thick arms with every little gesture he made while talking. One of them challenged him to a friendly arm wrestling match. Wallace agreed but said he had never arm wrestled before. One by one Wallace easily defeated all the competition. Soon he was the center of attention, the others in awe of the younger boy’s unbeatable strength.

Coach Graither heard the loud voices of his team as he passed the cafeteria and decided to see what was happening. As he walked closer to the crowd his eyes focused at the large boy at the center of the attention. Wallace stood with the other boys as the coach approached. “Mr.Graither, it’s great to see you again.” Wallace extended his hand as he spoke. The two scanned each other several times. Wallace was trying to figure out why the older man was far less imposing now then when they first met; while the coach was trying to recall when he met the impressive young athlete.

“I’m sorry, but when did we meet before?,” Bruce asked after giving a firm squeeze to the boy’s large hand.

“It was at your sons’ birthday party last year… .at the lake,” Wallace could see the coach was still uncertain so he continued. “I’m WallaceLagette.” Still there was no shine of recollection. Wallace was feeling awkward now, so he folded his arms across his chest, unintentionally making his upper arms look thicker. “You met my father that day too. He had to drive me to the lake because I didn’t go in your SUV with all the other boys.” Slowly the coach started to put the pieces together, his mouth opened and he gazed at the boy standing in front of him.

“You’re little Wally? Wow, you’ve certainly grown during the past year. Wow.” The coach said as he inspected the boy in front of him again. He thought to himself maybe there was a chance of winning the state title after all. “Tell me Wally, I mean, Wallace. What do you bench?” The coach asked rubbing his chin as he slowly circled the boy, like a horse breeder inspecting his newest stud.

Wallace lowered his arms to his side, but did not turn to face the coach before asking softly, “Bench?”

“Yeah, bench. You know bench press, how much weight can you lift?” the coach asked as he returned to his original position in front of Wallace.

“I don’t know. I’ve never lifted weights before” Wallace said nonchalantly. The coach and all the boys looked at Wallace in disbelieve making Wallace more uncomfortable.

“You don’t lift?,” the coach asked puzzled.

“Don’t believe him, coach. There’s no way someone can be that strong without lifting. He was able to beat every one of us in arm wrestling” one of the players said from across the table.

“If you don’t lift, how did you get to be so big and are strong enough to overpower my best players?” the coach asked trying to read Wallace’s face to see if he was being truthful.

“I did lot of hiking and biking over the summer. That’s a great workout” Wallace answered trying to explain. The coach walked around behind Wallace again. He glanced down at the boy’s thick thighs and round ass on display in his tightly packed jeans.

“Well that explains your lower body development” the coach said trying to rationalize what he was hearing.

“And I did a lot of swimming, plus yard work.” Wallace said then thought of something. “Oh, I do workout in the morning. I do pull-ups, push-ups and sit-ups.” His body posture became more confident as he felt vindicated.

The coach smiled and put his hand on Wallace’s broad shoulder. “Well you’ve built a good foundation, but now you really should step it up a notch and start lifting. Why don’t you stop by the gym after school today and use our weight room. That’s when the team works out together. We’ll help you get started and see where things go from there.” He squeezed the boys shoulder feeling the solid muscle underneath. “I’m sure all of us would really like it if you would consider trying out for the team.” Wallace looked around as all the boys nodded affirmatively. “As you can see we’ve got a great group of players and you will make us even better.”

Wallace looked at the coach and smiled. “Sure Mr.Graither, I mean coach, being on your team sounds great.” The coach patted Wallace on the back. Most of his new team members cheered excitedly. All except the seniors who thought this would be their year to shine, but now a freshman might steal the limelight.

Chapter 3

Later that day, Wallace entered the locker room. The other boys from the cafeteria were already there changing into their gym uniforms. All were polite, if not a bit cold to Wallace as he walked to his assigned locker. It took several attempts to get the combination lock open due to his shaking hands. He could feel the other boys eyes on him, judging his every move. Wallace caught several people staring at his crotch. The unusual bulge in his pants was painfully obvious He remembered how Maggie called him a freak because of his large endowment. He slowly undressed, trying to keep his back to the crowd. Only a few hours into the new school year and he was already the target for the high school’s jocks. He overheard some of the boys discussing nick names for the new arrival. They included freak, weirdo and the more imaginative Tripod or King Dong. Wallace pulled the gym shorts he wore last year out of his backpack. As he pulled up the shorts up his sturdy legs to their proper position; he wished he tried them on at home before bringing them to school. The shorts’ leg openings were completely filled with his thick thighs. The thin cotton material was stretched taunt across the top half of his firm ass. At the bottom, the material was pulled into the deep crevice between his round cheeks. The reason for the tension on the seat of his shorts was obvious when Wallace turned around. Every spare inch of fabric was required to cover Wallace’s package. The fabric strained to cover the huge tube and sack. Their outline displayed in great detail. Wallace had learned to live with clothes being uncomfortable since his body started to change. Everything was too tight and binding on him especially pants. The simple act of walking or sitting crushed his man parts mercilessly, but his gym shorts were the most confining garment to date. He tried to adjust himself, but no matter how he positioned his package it jutted out crudely in front of him. The handling of his cock was causing Wallace to get aroused, making the problem worse. Wallace looked around the room; none of the other boys were experiencing the same problem. Wallace decided to sit down on the bench in front of his locker until his aroused state passed. He let out a soft gasp as his shorts tightened more when he sat down. Wallace noticed the other boys leaving the locker room glancing at him before laughing and whispering to each other.

Wallace walked out of the locker room into the gym in only the shorts and sneakers. In the bleachers were the rowdy kids who were serving detention for the day. He had to walk across the gym floor to get to the weight room. Wallace could feel their eyes on him. He felt naked and exposed. The uniform’s t-shirt he had planned to wear was tossed over his right shoulder. He took it off after ripping a shoulder seam as he struggled to pull it on over his too large frame. The room filled with snickers, then laughter and finally cat calls as he quickened his pace to get to the other side. He felt relieved when he entered the weight room, but it was only temporary. In contrast to the gym, the weight room went silent as he entered. Every boy watched as he meekly walked to the coach’s side. The coach quickly inspected his newest athlete. The youngster’s physique matched that of the other boys who were several years older. His upper body was solid with a flat stomach, distinct separation of his pectorals and well defined delts. Wallace became self conscience as he noticed everyone staring at the protruding mound between his thick legs. The attention and the tight shorts were causing his cock to expand again. “I don’t understand, this uniform was big on me last year.” Wallace said with an awkward smile to the coach. He pulled his t-shirt off his shoulder and held it with both hands in front of his swelling crotch trying to be casual.

The coach improved his posture, puffing out his chest and standing taller as he looked down at the strapping boy. He had never seen a freshman with such a mature physique. The coach couldn’t help but think of the athletic potential Wallace possessed. “I may have something in my office you can wear today, but you definitely need a new uniform Wallace. I mean if you start lifting you’re only going to get bigger.” All his future team mates looked at each other. One mouthed the word “bigger” to his friend across the room. Wallace followed behind the coach as he walked to his office, he kept tugging at the shorts trying to relieve some of the discomfort caused by the constricting garment.

Once the two left the room the other boys started to comment on Wallace. “Do you believe he’s a freshman?” “I heard he’s only thirteen.” “If he’s that big now, what is he going to look like when he’s a senior?” “What was he packing down there, damn?” One of the boys takes off his t-shirt, rolls in up and stuffs down the front of his shorts. He held his arms away from his side and hunches his shoulders imitating a man who is muscle bound. Then he walks around tilting his pelvis forward and says in a mocking tone, “Look at me, I’m Wally and I’m a freak of nature.” The weight room fills with laughter.

The coach walked over to a dented steel filing cabinet and forcibly pulled open one of the drawers. He turned and tossed a pair of shorts to Wallace standing behind him. “Try those on. They may be a little big on you but they have a drawstring inside the waist.” Wallace wanted to obey the coach so he immediately started to pull down the shorts he wore. The coach quickly turned his back feeling uncomfortable being in the same room with the naked boy. He didn’t know why. He had been around thousands of men undressing in hundreds of locker rooms, but somehow this felt different. The laughter from the weight room filtered into the office. He stopped from nervously shuffling papers on his desk, raised his head and said “Sounds like the team’s having fun; you’ll find out they are a good group of boys and a great football team.” Wallace gave a half-hearted vocal affirmation; his attention was on his change of clothes. The coach guessed he gave Wallace enough time so he slowly turned around to face the boy.

Wallace stood in the same place as before in his new, baggier shorts. He now held his old shorts and shirt in front of him. The looser fitting garment allowed his swollen cock to stand more perpendicular to his body. Bruce could see the embarrassment on the boy’s face. “Why don’t you sit down for a minute before we go back into the weight room?” the older man said as he gestured toward a chair in the opposite corner of his small office. “We can talk while you, uhm… relax.” Bruce sat in his desk chair. Wallace walked to the other chair and sat down without removing his hands from his crotch.

“I’m sorry coach, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Every day it gets more difficult for me to stay relaxed. And it’s always at the worst times” Wallace said softly keeping his eyes down toward the floor. “It’s like it has a mind of its own or something.”

“Well women always say men think with their c…” The older man stopped himself realizing it wasn’t something to say to a child. He looked at the boy’s poor posture. He knew he wanted some kind of reassurance there was nothing wrong with him. Bruce understood what the boy was going through and tried to comfort him again. “It’s perfectly natural for a boy your age to experience this type of thing. Surging hormones are changing your body. You’re growing, maturing, becoming a man. You’re a member of the T club now, Wallace”

“Tea club?” Wallace inquired as he raised his head to look at the coach’s face.

“T, as in testosterone: the hormone that makes us men. And it looks like you are going to be a stellar member of the club my boy,” Bruce answered trying to build the confidence of his future star player.

Wallace asked meekly, “You don’t think I’m a freak because I’m so… big?”

”Unusual, yes: but freaky, no. Every one matures differently. I was the first boy in my class to reach puberty and I was younger than you when it happened. I guess I was a freak too.” Bruce said with a comforting smile.

Wallace’s face relaxed, “I knew you would understand. You’re a stellar member of the T club too aren’t you?”

Bruce just smiled, “You’ll find out being the biggest guy in school can be beneficial; especially when it comes to getting girls. You’ll also rule over the other boys. They’ll envy you and wish they could be you,” the coach said with a sly laugh.

Wallace laughed too. “Really. You mean they’ll do what I say because I’m better than them.”

“Well, that’s not exactly what I said,” the coach tried to think of the socially acceptable thing to say.

“But if I’m bigger and stronger, and all other guys want to be like me; that must mean I’m better than them.” Wallace asked quickly.

“You make a interesting point. You may be bigger and stronger than the other boys, and that may make you better at some things, like say sports and getting a girls attention. But everyone is different and good at something, like math or science…” The coach stumbled through his words it was obvious he didn’t truly believe what he was saying.

“But if most men had a choice; wouldn’t they want to be big and strong, like you and me, instead of good in math?” Wallace inquired watching the coach’s face intently.

“Well, it’s difficult to say.” Bruce looked around his office looking for something to inspire the politically correct answer to the question. The only thing he saw was the large clock above his door. “It’s getting late, we better get out there and start your training.” The coach stood and Wallace followed his lead. The coach quickly glanced down at the boy’s crotch. There was still a slight bulge pushing the fabric away from his body. “You may think about wearing a jock underneath your shorts for additional support when you work out”.

“A jock?,” Wallace said as he glanced down at his shorts before pulling up on his package to smooth it out a little. “Aren’t they for protecting your stuff when you play sports?”

“That’s a cup, you need a soft jock,” Bruce answered.

“Really? Where do I get one of those? What size do you think I need?”

Bruce was beginning to feel uncomfortable around the boy again. “You should talk to your father about it. He can answer your questions”.

Wallace dropped his eyes to the floor again. “My dad and I don’t spend that much time together anymore. We just don’t have anything in common. I like to stay active and all he wants to do is go to the movies or a museum. Plus he always gets annoyed when I talk about buying clothes. He says the way I keep eating and growing, he’s going to go bankrupt.” Wallace raised his eyes scanning the coach’s own noticeable bulge, “He doesn’t know about jocks and cups, he’s not a member of the T club like you and me.”

Bruce saw much of himself in Wallace. The older man looked at a photo of his own sons he had on his desk. “Fathers’ envision what their sons will be like when they grow up. We want them to be like us and when that doesn’t happen it can be disappointing. But that doesn’t mean we don’t love them any less.” The coach was silent for a moment then we remembered he wasn’t alone. He moved his eyes from the photo back to Wallace, who looked a little confused, “Tell you what, son. I’ll drive you home after our workout and we can stop at the sporting goods store on the way. But you need to call home first to get permission, okay.” The coach put his arm around the boy’s shoulder and led him out the office. Wallace couldn’t believe the coach called him son. A huge smile lit his face.

Wallace had a great workout. He quickly learned about proper form and breathing. As anticipated, he was able to keep up with the strongest of the other boys on the team. The competition from the freshman made the seniors push themselves harder than ever before. After two hours, everyone was exhausted and soaked with sweat. The coach told everyone to hit the showers. All the boys shuffled off to the locker room, rubbing their swollen muscles. Wallace stayed behind forcing out a last few reps at the preacher curl station.

“That’s enough for today, Wallace. You don’t want to hurt yourself your first time lifting,” the coach said as he wiped down a piece of equipment.

Wallace set down the fifty pound dumbbell and stood up, wiping his face dry with a towel. “That was incredible. I never felt so strong and alive before. I love working out. I can’t wait to pump these up again tomorrow.” Wallace said enthusiastically while flexing his engorged arms. The coach quickly scanned the boy’s sweat covered torso, the moisture highlighting his advanced musculature.

“Take it easy there, Hercules. Tomorrow you’ll need to rest the body parts you worked on today and concentrate on the others.” The coach commented as he walked over to another piece of equipment to dry off.

“Rest, but I want to get bigger and stronger like you. I don’t want to rest” Wallace pleaded.

The coach gave a slight laugh, “Muscles need to recover for a day or two after a work out. The fibers breakdown as you lift and they get stronger as they repair themselves. Muscles grow while at rest, Wallace. So you see resting can be a good thing.” The coach looked away from the student and started to collect the dirty towels strewn about the room.

“Really, that’s amazing. I hope one day to know as much as you do about this stuff.”

The coach grabbed a towel off the squat machine. “Tomorrow you can work your legs. I think they might turn out to be your best body part.”

“My best body part?” Wallace inquired.

“Every man has a body part that responds a little better to exercise. It grows a little faster and easier than the other parts. It can easily becomes bigger and stronger than the rest of his body. The trick is to not let it, balance is the key to a good overall physique. What bodybuilders call symmetry” the coach said without stopping from completing his routine.

Wallace looked down at his legs and flexed his thighs, “I guess they are a little more developed than my arms. I just thought it was because of all the hiking and biking I do.”

“It could be, only time will tell,” the coach said taking a final look around the room as he walked up to Wallace.

“What’s your best body part coach?” Wallace asked with a serious look on his face.

“Well, I’m pretty lucky. My entire body responds well to the weights. I’ve been blessed with great symmetry. But my arms are the easiest for me to grow.” The coach answered while instinctively tightening his grip on the towels in his hand causing his triceps to flex stretching the sleeves of his tight school-issued polo shirt.

“They sure look huge,” Wallace said as he stared at the coach’s twitching left arm. “How big are they?”

“When fully pumped and flexed about 22 inches,” the coach answered proudly.

“Wow, you think one day I might have arms that big.”

“Well it’s rare for even a member of T club to get to my size,” the coach said humbly. “But who knows, if you work hard maybe one day. It takes work. You have to really dedicate yourself; lift smart, eat right and get plenty of rest. And most importantly listen to your coach”.

“I promise to do whatever you say, coach,” Wallace said in total admiration.

The coach put his hands on Wallace’s shoulders, “That’s the attitude I want from the future star of my team. Now, go it the showers son. I’ll see you after school.”

Wallace beamed, “Yes sir,” before trotting off to the locker room. As he made his way to his locker, all the boys patted him on the back and shook his hand. All were impressed with the way he performed in the weight pit. Even the seniors admired his unusual strength. Wallace’s ego was getting as good of a workout as his body had. He felt confident around boys his age for the first time. Thanks to the coach’s words, he didn’t even hesitate to undress now that he knew the others were really envious of his superior package. He slipped off his shorts and before wrapping himself in a towel, he casually glanced around the room to see who was checking him out. He counted at least eight gawkers. He laughed a little then swaggered off to the showers. As he reached the end of the locker aisle, he saw several of the larger boys picking on a fat kid.

“Wallace, hey Wallace” some one called out. Wallace turned to see it was Chucky. He was the fat kid the boys were tormenting. The school jocks had his arms pinned against the wall while others were snapping towels at his exposed bloated gut. Wallace could see the red marks on his soft, pale flesh from the impact of the towels “Hi Wallace, old buddy of mine, can you help me out here.” Wallace took a few steps toward the group. The jocks stopped the lashing and all looked at Wallace. He could see they were afraid of him.

“What did he do to you guys?” Wallace asked.

The jocks didn’t say anything at first. They looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.

“See Wallace, I didn’t do anything. I had detention and I only came in here to use the bathroom. And they attacked me as usual for no reason. I’m being unjustly persecuted.” Chucky said pleading his case.

Then of the jocks said, “He’s got a smart mouth,” and another added, “He thinks he’s funny, but he’s annoying,” and the biggest bully added, “He’s fucking fat.” He then turned to Wallace and smiled. “Why do you care? Someone like this can’t be a friend of yours. You’re one of us now Wallace.”

“See they have nothing, but bull shit excuses. Tell them to leave me alone Wallace or you’ll persecute them.” Chucky said as his confidence grew. “Tell them we’re friends, tell them Wallace.”

Wallace looked at the jocks then at Chucky. “If we’re friends, it’s a secret to me.” Wallace turned and walked to the showers. He could hear the jocks laughing and the towels snapping, as Chucky begged them to stop.

The coach found out that Wallace was too young to play on the high school team. The county’s regulations stated a person had to be either fifteen or a sophomore to play. The rule was to protect younger and presumably smaller boys from being injured. The coach wondered what the school board would think of the rule if they could see Wallace. While Wallace was just a disappointed as the coach, he kept to his word and worked out with the team everyday. He listened intently to everything the coach said. He followed his mentor’s work-out routine precisely. By the end of his freshman year, Wallace had grown another five inches, matching the coach’s height, and had gained over fifty pounds. He had broken all the school’s lifting records and was able to keep up with the coach pound for pound. It turned out his legs did grow fast, but so did the rest of his body. He had the same perfect symmetry as the coach so often bragged about.

Over the summer, Wallace continued his work out routine with the used weight set and bench his father bought for him. The 220 set wasn’t heavy enough for Wallace to get a real workout for his legs or chest so his growth slowed, but didn’t stop. He became more comfortable with his body as it grew to match his manhood. His confidence soared as his physique became more balanced. He spent more and more time shirtless, enjoying the freedom of not being confined by clothing. He also noticed people were staring at him wherever he went out in public. Wallace thought it was strange when he returned their look they quickly turned away and became embarrassed. It became it game Wallace enjoyed playing when he got bored. When he wasn’t lifting he was riding his bike or trekking through the nearby mountains. He often went skinny dipping in the isolated lakes. It was the best way to cool off after working up a sweat on his bike. He loved being outdoors, alone and naked. The water never failed to invigorate his body and spirit. He didn’t even care if an occasional hiker came upon him lying nude in the grass. Wallace discovered if he just ignored them, they would go away eventually. If Wallace pretended he was asleep the onlookers would stay longer. But when he opened his eyes, it was the other person who became uncomfortable and quietly slinked away.

The first day of the new school year, Wallace swaggered into the gym. He wore a pair of jeans and a white tank top, his clothing hugging his impressive frame tightly. The color of the thin shirt contrasted with the golden brown color of his smooth skin. He waved to the team who were doing jumping jacks in mass as he approached the coach. He held out his hand, the coach shook it. The coach tried not to stare at the awesome sight of his prodigy. “You alright coach? You’re acting a little strange” Wallace asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Bruce’s voice cracked slightly as he regained his composure. “You’re late. But I’m glad to see you continued working out over the summer, unlike some others on the team.” The coach said loudly as he gave a disapproving glance at the team. The coach returned his gaze to Wallace, realizing he now had to look up slightly to meet Wallace’s eyes. He scanned the boy’s exposed arms quickly. “It looks like you’ve grown a bit too”.

“Yeah, a little taller and little bigger” Wallace said proudly and raised his right arm to flex his bicep. “Twenty one inches, I’m catching up to you coach. I think my arms may be my best body part too, just like you.”

Bruce stared briefly at the mound of muscle before him and swallowed hard, he took a few step backwards. “Great, great,” he mumbled a little jealous of the boy’s unexpected muscle maturity. The coach turned his attention to the other members of the team. “Okay girls, now that you’re warmed-up. Hit the ground and do some push-ups.” The coach lowered his voice and added without looking at the hulking student “Wallace, why don’t you get changed and join us. You’re a real member of the team now. We’re about to take the field for practice and we have a lot of work to do before our first game”.

“Sure coach. Whatever you say” Wallace said a little disappointed the coach didn’t seem more impressed with his physical development. The main reason he worked out during the summer was to earn the coach’s praise. Wallace turned and walked to the locker room. Everyone eyes, including the coach’s, watched him exit the gym. The skin tight shirt showcased the taper of his back, while the Y shoulder straps made is shoulders look immensely wide.

His natural athleticism was obvious when he hit the field. Even for his size, he was quick and agile. His instincts were equal t

O'Melissokomos: The Bee Keeper

My Father's Child

by Clarence591

Chapter 1

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Chapter 3