Becoming a Man
by John D.
Bobby is a 13 year old kid who lives next door to me. Bobby has always been what I would call a dumb kid, barely getting “C’s” in school and spending all his time playing video games. Three months ago, he was a fat little 13 year old, with lots of baby fat covering his very unimpressive little body. He was 5’ 4” tall and looked just like a stupid fat kid, which he was. I’m 16 years old myself and I guess you would call me a nerd.. I’m 5’6” and I only weigh 98 pounds. I guess you could say I’m the 98 pound weakling. I’m really skinny - always have been. I’m pretty smart and I hate sports. I’ve known Bobby since we were little kids. We aren’t really friends because of our age difference and because our interests have never been the same. I hate video games.
Every Saturday, Bobby mows the grass in his back yard. It’s one of the household chores he has to do. His parents have a hand mower and it was really hard for this little kid to push it along. But his dad said he had to do the chore, so he got the lawn mowed every week. Our yards aren’t separated by a fence, just a two foot high hedge. One day in June I was in our back yard while Bobby was mowing his grass. He always wore just his shorts when he mowed the grass, so I could see his fat little body very well. It was late spring, so his body was a pale white. His baby fat kind of jiggled as he pushed the lawnmower. He looked kind of funny, like a stupid kid. He could barely push the lawnmower as his baby fat jiggled. He probably weighed about 115 pounds, all baby fat. I told myself I’m glad I never had baby fat like Bobby even though I was as skinny as a rail.
Bobby and I started talking a little bit and I noticed that his little-boy voice had become deeper. His voice had changed. My voice had changed when I was almost 15, so Bobby had entered puberty a lot earlier than I did. “Your voice has changed,” I noted. “You’re a teenager now.” Bobby smiled. “Yeah, I’m becoming a man. I was a boy but now I’m a man.” I laughed. “Well, you don’t look much like a man. You still look like a boy to me. You gotta get a lot older before you become a man.” Bobby looked at me and said “No, I’m becoming a man. I know I’m becoming a man. I just know it.” I looked at his boyish body and said “Well, okay, Mr. Man. See ya around.” I went inside while Bobby finished his mowing.
I didn’t see Bobby very much for the next several weeks. Every Saturday I watched Bobby mow the grass from my second-floor bedroom window. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. Every week he looked different. His fat seemed to be going away. I wondered if he was on some big diet. But while his fat was disappearing, his shoulders and arms were getting bigger. When he pushed the lawnmower, I could see some muscle in his arms, muscle that wasn’t there a few weeks before. His triceps kind of bulged out as he pushed the lawnmower. And I could see muscle in his shoulders that I knew wasn’t there before. His chest was bulging a little under his nipples and I thought I could see lats forming on his back. He could now push the lawnmower a lot faster. Before he could barely push it through thick grass. Now he pushed it right through the thick grass like it was nothing. And his skin was getting very tan. It was obvious he didn’t wear a shirt very much and the early summer sun was turning his white skin very tan. He had steel blue eyes and light brown hair, which he had now cut short. He actually looked kind of handsome, something I had never noticed before. And I couldn’t believe what was happening to Bobby’s body. He looked like a different boy. I was so curious.
So one month after our last conversation I went out to our back yard while Bobby was mowing the grass. I looked at his body as he pushed the mower, seeing his shoulders and triceps up close. “Bobby, you look different. What have you been doing?” Bobby smiled and said “I’m becoming a man. You said I couldn’t do it, but I’m becoming a man.” He walked over to me and flexed his bicep. “Look at my muscle. I put an inch and a half of muscle on my arms already. Look how big my bicep is.” I looked at his bulging bicep and my mouth dropped open. “Actually, I probably put on over two inches of muscle, ‘cause all my fat went away. I don’t got no fat in my arms anymore. They’re solid muscle. Go ahead, John. Feel my bicep. Feel how hard it is.” I reached over and felt Bobby’s bicep. It was the size of a small orange and it was hard. I kind of gasped as I felt his muscle. It was way harder than any of my muscles. Bobby laughed. “Yeah, that’s a man’s muscle,” he said. “Flex your arm John. Lemme see your muscle.” I flexed and was immediately embarrassed at how small and flat my bicep was. It was nothing compared to Bobby’s bicep. Bobby reached over and felt my muscle. “Kinda puny, ain’t it. Way smaller than my muscle. And it’s soft too. Not hard like my muscle. My arm’s way bigger. Way bigger and way harder. I’m becoming a man and you’re not doing shit. And look at my gut. All my baby fat is going away. My body’s burning away the fat. It’s just disappearing, like magic. Pretty soon I’m not gonna have no fat at all. Just muscle. I’m gonna be a man!” He flexed his abs and I could see a six pack forming under his now-thin layer of baby fat.
I stammered, “How did you do this? Last month you were just a fat little kid. Now look at you. What are you doing?”
Bobby grinned. “I’m becoming a man, John. When my voice changed, I told my dad I wanted to be a man. A real man. So my dad gave me a little plastic weight set that I’ve been using in my bedroom. It’s only 110 pounds and I’m already stronger than the whole set.. I’ve been working out real hard three times a week. I told my mom I wanted to become a man, so mom’s feeding me real good food with lots of protein. Plus I got some protein supplements. I eat six times a day. And I don’t eat no dessert or fat anymore. Just protein and good stuff. So my muscles are growing and my fat is disappearing. I love it. I’m becoming a man. You told me I couldn’t do it but you were wrong,” He put his hands on his hips and spread his lats. I gasped as I saw Bobby’s lats spring out under his shoulders. In one month he had built those lats. Meanwhile I had no lats at all. I looked at Bobby’s tan skin and bulging muscles with a look of envy in my eyes. He could see it. He was loving the jealousy in my eyes. He liked being a man. “And I’m getting a lot stronger John. When I started I could only bench 50 pounds. Now I can press every plate I have, all 110 pounds. I know I’m stronger than you. I’m twice as strong as I was a month ago. I’m so strong I need more weights!”
Without thinking, I said, “I got some weights last year but I don’t use ‘em.” Bobby’s eyes lit up. “Awesome! Lemme see ‘em.” He jumped over the hedge and headed towards my house. I followed behind him as he entered the back door. He didn’t ask my permission. He just did what he wanted. I knew there was nothing I could do to stop him. He said, “Where’s the weights?” “In my bedroom,” I said as I followed him, looking at the muscles in his shoulders that looked a lot wider than his slimmed-down waist. He knew where my bedroom was and he headed right to it. He went into my bedroom which I always keep very neat and tidy. “Looks like a fuckin’ library,” he said, scoffing at my neatness. He started looking around for the weights. He opened my closet and saw the weights on the floor. I had about 175 pounds of plates, from 25 pounds down to 5 pounds. My weights were iron, not plastic. “Fuck yeah!” he said as he grabbed a 25 pounds plate and curled it up a couple of times with one arm. “How come you don’t use your weights?” I thought back to the time my uncle had given me the weights. “I tried ‘em for a couple of weeks but nothing happened. So I put ‘em in the closet. I guess I just didn’t see any point in it.” Bobby looked at my body and all my books and laughed. “Fuckin’ nerd,” he said. Then he looked over and saw a weight bench in the corner of my room. It was covered with books, but you could see it was a weight bench with a rack. “Fuck, you got a weight bench! I don’t have no weight bench. I’ve been benchin’ from a coffee table and that’s fucking hard as hell. I’m takin’ your weight bench. I’m takin’ your whole fucking weight set.”
Bobby went over to the bench, picked up the books and threw them on the floor. “Hey, be careful with my books,” I said. “Fuck the books,” said Robbie. “I want the fuckin’ bench. You can clean up your stupid books later.” Bobby picked up the bench and brought it towards the door. I could hardly lift that bench and Bobby was picking it up easily. He put it down and looked over at the weights. “I’ll take the bench and you take some weights.” Bobby never asked me if he could take my weight set. He was just going to do it. I picked up a 25 pound plate and could barely hold it at my waist. “Kinda heavy,” I said. “I can only take one weight at a time.” Bobby looked at me with scorn in his steel blue eyes. “God you’re fucking weak,” he said. He came over and put one 25 pound plate on top of another one. Then he picked them up and pressed them over his head five times. “Fuckin’ easy,” he said. “Take your one fucking plate and follow me.” We left my house and went over to Bobby’s house, with Bobby carrying the bench like it was nothing and me struggling with the 25 pound plate. We walked up to his bedroom and Bobby opened the door. His room was an absolute mess. Clothes were all over the floor and video games were strewn around everywhere. I could smell sweat, sweat that had poured off his body as he was lifting and was now on his clothes on the floor. He had absolutely no books in his room. Over on the far side there was a bar with plastic weights on it. I couldn’t see any other plates around, so he must have put every plate on the bar. And there was a coffee table, the one Bobby used for his bench presses. Bobby dropped my (now his) bench and went over and grabbed the coffee table. “I’m too big and strong for you now,” he said to the table as he hauled it out the door. Then he put down the bench where the coffee table was. He reached down, grabbed his bar and put it on the rack. He got on the bench, gripped the bar and took it off the rack. Then he cranked out 10 reps like it was nothing. He reracked the bar, jumped up and yelled “Fuck this bench is great. It makes benching so easy, so much fun. That bar weighs 110 pounds. It’s a piece of cake. Before I had to get the bar to my chest. Now I can just use the rack. Fuck, I’m gonna be able to bench a ton of weight!”
Then he hurried to the door. “Let’s get the rest of the weights!” he yelled as he ran towards my house. I followed behind him, running too. Bobby was so excited. He got to my room and loaded himself up with weights. I didn’t count how much weight he was carrying, but it was three times as much as I could carry. We made a couple of trips from my room to his room, giving Bobby all my weights plus my barbell bar and my dumbbell bars. My weights were now Bobby’s weights. Of course he never thanked me. He just took ‘em. Bobby’s eyes were bright with excitement as he looked at the weights. “I wanna work out right now,” he said. “I wanna challenge my muscles with the new weights. I wanna see how much I can lift.” He turned around and looked at me with his steel blue eyes with a look that said “I’m the man and you’re just a nerd. I’m buildin’ muscle and you’re just shit.” He grabbed me by the arm and pushed me out the door. “See ya nerd,” he said as I stumbled down the hall.
I went back to my room and saw the lawnmower still in Bobby’s back yard. I knew he would have to come out after his workout and finish his lawn mowing. I did some reading in my room for the next hour and a half. But I really couldn’t concentrate. I kept thinking of Bobby working out, lifting heavy weights with his brand new month old muscles. I thought about his shoulders pushing up those weights, how big and hard they were as they lifted the heavy iron. I thought about seeing those shoulders in front of me as Bobby walked or ran and I thought about all the muscle he had already packed on to them. I thought about his biceps curling the barbell, with Bobby straining to lift as much weight as he could and his biceps bulging out of his arms. I thought about his lats flaring out at his sides like wings as he did heavy rows with his new weights. Finally I put down my book and just thought about Bobby.
After about an hour and a half I went out in my backyard, pretending to do some chores. After a few minutes, Bobby’s door opened and he walked out into the yard. His body was glistening with sweat. I could see beads of sweat on his chest and abs and sweat was dripping off his face. He had a big glass of white liquid in his hand which he was drinking down, gulp after gulp. His muscles looked a lot bigger than when I had seen him two hours ago. His skin was red and it looked like his muscles were bulging out of his skin. I could see veins in his arms and even on his shoulders, thick veins pumping blood to his lungs and heart. He walked over to me and yelled, “Fuck, what a workout! Look at how pumped I am. Look at how big my muscles are. My muscles blow up and get huge after a workout like that.” He flexed his arms and I looked at the sweaty muscle. His arms looked huge. The bicep was bulging up much higher than it did before and the tricep looked like a football underneath. “Feel ‘em, John. Feel how hard they are.” I reached up with both of my hands and felt Bobby’s right arm. His skin was very hot and it was wet with sweat. I squeezed and I just shuddered when I felt how hard his muscles were. They were as hard as rocks. Hot sweaty rocks. “Fuckin’ hard, ain’t it,” said Bobby. “I was curlin’ 60 pounds for a few reps. Shit, I could only curl 30 pounds a month ago. Now I’m twice as strong.” He put down his arms and flexed his pecs. He ran his hand over his bulging pecs, feeling the thickness of muscle that had sprung up on his chest in a month. “And I was benchin’ 140, using my new weights on that fantastic bench. I could only do 50 pounds on the fucking coffee table when I started. Now I’m using the rack and, fuck, I’m almost three times as strong . I’m puttin’ on muscle so fast.” I was completely overtaken by Bobby’s progress. I had no idea a kid could put on muscle that fast. It sure didn’t happen to me. “That’s amazing, Bobby,” I said. “I can’t believe how big you are, how strong you are.” Bobby smiled. “Yeah, nerd, I’m becoming a man. And I’m gonna get a lot bigger and a lot stronger. I just know it.” He drank the last gulp from his glass and threw it on the ground. “A big protein drink. I drink a lot of protein. I eat a lot of protein too. I’m getting’ tons of protein. My muscles need lots of protein. And they’re getting’ it.” He flexed his lats and watched my eyes as I saw them expand. He laughed. He knew I was in awe of his muscles.
Then he flexed his legs. I couldn’t believe how big his legs had gotten and when he flexed them the muscles bulged like ridges of rock. He had hardly any fat on his legs anymore and you could see the ridges of muscle bulging under his skin. “Look at my fuckin’ legs. Did you know the rack on that bench lifts up so it’s a squat rack too? God that’s fantastic. I loaded that bar to 180 pounds and I squatted it! I squatted 180 pounds! Fuck, I can’t believe myself how strong I am. And I’ve only been lifting a month. And now I have a shitload of new weights. I’m gonna get huge!” I looked at Bobby’s face. He was smiling and was obviously so proud of himself. His eyes were bright and his face looked so handsome. He had turned himself into one hot dude. “Well, I gotta finish mowing the lawn. See ya, nerd.” He flexed his arm in my face one last time.
Then Bobby turned away and started mowing the grass. I stood there and watched his body. His muscles were still sweaty and his triceps and shoulders absolutely bulged with muscle as he mowed. I was so overcome. When he came by one time he took one hand off the mower and easily powered it ahead with his other arm. Then he flexed his tricep in front of me and I gulped. “Fuckin’ strong,” he yelled. “I’m a man and you’re a fuckin’ nerd.”
For the next month I watched Bobby as much as I could. I watched him mow the grass and I watched him as he strutted around the neighborhood. He never wore a shirt and was always in shorts, so his body got very tan. He lost all his baby fat after six weeks of lifting weights, so now he was all muscle. And that muscle kept getting bigger every week. I found out he had switched to a split training routine where he trained different body parts every day. This gave his muscles time to rest and grow bigger. And those muscles were definitely getting bigger. One day I asked Bobby if he ever read any books. He looked at me kind of funny and said, “Only when I have to in school. I hate to read. I like playing video games where I can kill and mutilate all the bad guys. I like killing and violence. I love smashing ‘em and pulling off their arms and stuff. It’s so much fun. And now that I got muscles, those little nerds in school – the ones who like to read - better watch out. I can kick their asses so bad. They better do what I say or they’re gonna get pounded.” He smashed his fist into his rock hard abs. “See I’m the man and they’re just nerds. I can smash ‘em anytime I want.” I nodded. Here was this kid who could probably read like a second grader getting ready to dominate every kid in his class. All the smart nerds would be nothing to his muscles. All the smartness in the world would be nothing to his strong fists. He was the man. And he could smash older kids too. Bobby could demolish me so bad I wouldn’t dare say no to him. Anything he told me to do I would do. He was only 13 years old, but he was so muscular, strong and dominating this 16 year old nerd had no choice.
He flexed his arm. “I put on another inch and a half of muscle on my arms in the last month. That’s three inches and a half inches of arm muscle in two months. Fourteen inches of solid rock.” He looked at his flexed arm proudly. “And my chest is 9 inches bigger and my legs have grown by 5 inches. All in two months. And my waist has shrunk by 5 inches. It’s a rock hard 28 inches now.” He flexed his abs and ran his hands over the corrugated muscle. “I didn’t gain a lot of weight at first because I was losing all that fat. Now I’m gaining a pound of muscle every day. Plus I’m getting taller. I’ve gained an inch in height. I need new clothes all the time. I just bust out of my old clothes. My chest and shoulders are getting so big. Except now I need smaller pants with legs big enough for my thighs. I’m driving my mom nuts with all my muscle growth. But she loves it. She’s very proud of me. She keeps buying me more supplements and stuff. She likes having a stud for a son. And I’m way stronger than my dad. He’s not nearly as strong as me. I beat him all the time in arm wrestling. Now he’s using two arms and I still beat him. It’s great being the stud of the family.” I nodded, wondering what it would be like to have a boy like Bobby in my house.
A week after that conversation, my family started on a three week vacation to a lake where we would do some fishing. My dad had a rowboat that would sit on a rack on top of our car. The rowboat was sitting in our garage and we needed to get the rowboat on top of the car. My dad could barely pick up the back of the rowboat, which was the heaviest part. He waited for me to pick up the bow. I grabbed the front of the boat, but I couldn’t lift the thing off the ground. I felt like such a weakling. So my dad put down the boat and cursed to himself. Then he looked next door and saw Bobby coming out of his house. As usual, Bobby was wearing nothing but shorts. “Hey Bobby, can you give us a hand?” he yelled. Bobby came over and my dad looked at his body. I don’t think my dad had noticed how big and muscular Bobby had gotten. Bobby’s tan skin looked radiant. His muscles were bulging under that paper thin skin. You could see the fibers in his muscles twitch as he moved his body. My dad’s mouth dropped open as he saw Bobby’s new muscles and total absence of fat. “Geez, you look like a man, Bobby, not a 13 year old.” Bobby looked at me and smiled. He flexed his bicep at my dad. “Yeah, I’m a man. You got a nerd here for a son.” I kind of sank into the ground as my dad looked at Bobby and then at me. My dad said, “Can you help us lift the boat onto the top of the car.?” Bobby looked at the boat and grinned. “Fuck yeah,” he said. He walked over and pushed me aside with one big swoop of his muscular arm. “Move outta the way, nerd. This is a man’s job.” He went over to the back of the boat, the heaviest part, and said to my dad, “You get the bow. It’s lighter.” Then Bobby grabbed the back of the boat and lifted it to his waist like he was lifting a feather. My dad lifted the bow to his waist and then Bobby pressed the back of the boat over his head like he was lifting a pillow. My dad barely managed to press the bow up and they put the boat on the car. “Like a fuckin’ feather,” said Bobby as he flexed his shoulders and arms for my dad to see. I felt totally humiliated, completely disgraced by this muscular 13 year old. My dad went up to Bobby and felt his arm and shoulder muscles as Bobby flexed them proudly. “You’re real strong, Bobby. It seems like just a little while ago you were a fat little kid. Now you’re a man with big muscles. A big strong man.” Bobby grinned. “Yeah, a big strong man.” He looked at me and stuck out his tongue. He was still a kid even though he had the muscles of a man.
We went on our three week fishing trip. When we got to the lake, my dad needed to find two grown men to help him unload the boat from the car and then to load the boat back up on the car when we left. Even those two grown men strained to lift the back of the boat up to the car. I thought about Bobby pressing that boat up over his head like it was a feather pillow. Bobby was a man, all right. A big strong man. The whole two weeks I kept thinking about Bobby. I wondered how much bigger he was getting, how much weight he had gained. I thought about him eating vast quantities of protein and changing all that protein into solid muscle. I thought about him gulping down all the muscle-building supplements his mother was buying him, supplements that were helping his already muscular body add more muscle every day. I wondered how many inches of new muscle he had packed on his arms, on his chest, on his shoulders, on his legs. I kept thinking of Bobby’s body growing, getting bigger, more muscular and even stronger. I could hardly wait to see Bobby when we returned.
We finally returned from vacation on a Saturday, and when I brought my suitcase to my bedroom I looked outside to Bobby’s back yard. And right there was Bobby! He had just started mowing the grass. My mouth dropped open as I looked at his body. He was wearing green nylon workout shorts. His body was very sweaty. It was obvious he had just finished a brutal workout. The nylon shorts were wet with sweat and clung to his sweaty butt. And I couldn’t believe the size of his muscles. All my dreams over the last three weeks had come true! Bobby’s muscles were huge. His muscles were pumped from his workout and I couldn’t believe how much bigger they were than they had been just three weeks before. I just stood there at my window admiring Bobby’s body. I watched his muscles flex as he pushed the lawnmower through the grass like it was nothing. This chore was now so easy for him it was hard to believe he could hardly push the lawnmower through that grass three months ago.
His shoulders were gigantic. I could see he had packed inches of muscle on them. They twitched and flexed as he pushed. I could see the individual fibers of muscle flexing under his thin tan skin. His shoulders looked to be twice as wide as his athletic hips. Big wide muscular shoulders, the shoulders of a man. Tapering down from those broad shoulders were his lats, lats that looked like thick slabs of meat, meat that flared down from this shoulders like the wings on an airplane. His butt was round and packed with muscle. The fabric of his nylon shorts clung to his skin and I could see his big round butt muscles flexing underneath the thin fabric as he pushed the lawnmower. His legs pushed that lawnmower with awesome power that obviously didn’t strain his huge leg muscles at all. His quads and hamstrings flexed as he pushed but it was clear they weren’t working hard. My eyes bulged out of my head as I watched his calf muscles, big heads of muscle that were cut like diamonds, flexing and bulging with each step. When he stopped to dump the grass I got to see his huge chest. Big mounds of fibers, many inches thick with a deep cleft between the globes of muscle fibers. Striations showed every muscle fiber. His neck was thick with muscle and his traps were huge, going from his neck to his wide shoulders. And then there were his abs. Instead of inches and inches of fat, his waist was now rock hard muscle, muscle that looked like a washboard. His six pack was incredible and he had flaring oblique muscles that went down from his hips to his crotch. He was wearing his shorts very low and I could see a few light brown pubic hairs. I could also see the top part of his rock hard butt muscles, muscles that were just a bit lighter than the rest of his deeply tanned body because his shorts aren’t always this low. His hair was still cut short and looked a bit lighter, probably because his light brown hair was getting bleached by the sun. His skin was so tan it was darker than his hair. His face looked beautiful. It was very young looking - just like a 13 year old - young and very good looking. I could see his steel blue eyes flashing. His face looked so young and beautiful. It was hard to believe the muscular body below it belonged to that gorgeous young face. And then there were his arms. They were enormous. As he pushed the lawnmower, his triceps blasted out under his skin in huge bulges of rock hard muscle. The muscle bulged and flexed as he pushed. I looked at my own arms and then at Bobby’s arms and I couldn’t believe this kid was three years younger then me. His biceps were huge too and when his arms were at his sides they looked like big hams of muscle, big meaty hams that flexed with each movement of his body. His forearms were way bigger than my upper arms. They were bulging with muscle and covered with veins, veins that went up through his huge biceps too. When he gripped the lawnmower, his forearms looked like writhing snakes of bulging muscle. I just couldn’t believe what had happened to Bobby.
I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I ran down my stairs into our back yard. Bobby saw me running to the hedge and stopped mowing. I just couldn’t help myself. I blurted out “Oh my God, Bobby, you’re even bigger. I can’t believe how big you got.” Bobby strutted over to me and flexed both of his arms. He was standing only three feet in front of me and I couldn’t believe how big his arms had gotten. “Sixteen fucking inches,” he said. “These arms are sixteen fucking inches. Look at those mothers. I’ve put five inches of solid muscle on my arms in three months. Actually, I probably put on six inches of muscle ‘cause I lost all my baby fat. No fat on those arms. Only muscle. Fuckin’ strong muscle.” Instinctively, I reached up and felt his right arm. I couldn’t believe how big and hard Bobby’s bicep was. It was covered with sweat and it was very hot. I could feel the fibers of muscle, fibers that felt like steel. “Just finished an arm workout,” he said. “Those babies are pumped!” I ran my hands over the muscle and I could feel the individual fibers under his thin tan skin. Veins were surging with blood on top of the pumped muscle, blood that was loaded with protein to build even more muscle. His muscle fibers felt like steel cords, flexing and straining at Bobby’s command. Bobby flexed and unflexed his bicep several times as I felt the hard muscle bulge. He knew I was in awe of him. “I can curl 120 pounds. When I started I could only curl 30 pounds. I’ve gotten so fucking strong.” Then he flexed is triceps. “The tricep muscle is bigger than the bicep muscle. Did you know that John? I bet you didn’t. I’m learnin’ a lot about my muscles. I’m learnin’ how to make ‘em bigger and stronger. Look at my fuckin’ triceps. I do lots of exercises for my triceps. Pushups are real easy for me now. I can do hundreds. I can do pushups with kids sitting on my back.” He looked admiringly at his big, bulging triceps.
He lowered his arms and stood in front of me. I just couldn’t believe his body. “You look like you’re the same height as I am. But you’re so much bigger - you have so much muscle - I can’t believe it.” Bobby smiled. “Yeah, I gained another inch in height and put on a ton of muscle. I’m five foot six now and I weigh 175 pounds. I gained two inches in height and 60 pounds of muscle in the last three months. And when you think about all the baby fat I dropped, I bet I put on 75 pounds of muscle. That’s a fucking lot of muscle. And I’m only 13. One hundred seventy-five pounds of solid muscle. Yeah, I’m a man and you’re still a boy, a total nerd, a fuckin’ little wimp. Just think of what I’m gonna like when I’m your age. I’m gonna be real tall and I’m gonna be packed with muscle. I’m gonna be so fucking strong. I just know it. I know I’m gonna be huge. And you’re still gonna be a weak little nerd.” Bobby grinned at me with his beautiful face. His blue eyes sparkled and his bright white teeth shined. He knew he was a stud. I couldn’t believe it. This kid now outweighed me by almost 80 pounds of solid muscle. And he was certain he was going to get even bigger. Based on what he had done so far, I sure believed him.
Then he flexed his chest and lats. They were huge. I couldn’t believe how big his torso was. Huge lats flared out at the sides, thick slabs of muscle. His pecs bulged out with thick mounds of striated muscle fibers. His traps and shoulders were huge. I could see clearly now that his shoulders were twice as wide as his hips. “Forty-five inches of solid muscle,” yelled Bobby as I gazed at his pecs, delts and lats. “Look at my fuckin’ chest. I’ve put 14 inches of muscle on my chest in three months. My shoulders have gotten huge, a lot thicker and wider. Look at all that muscle in my shoulders. I can press 180 pounds overhead. Your fucking little boat would be a toy for me. And look at those pecs. I can bench 275 but I know I can do more if I have a spotter.” He looked at me with a look that told me he had an idea in his dumb little brain. “Think of it nerd. A 13 year old kid benching 275 pounds. You can probably bench 30 or 40 pounds. I’m so much stronger than you! I’m stronger than any kid in my school!”
Then he flexed his abs. Ridges of washboard like muscle flexed at Bobby’s command, big thick bulges of ab muscle separated by deep crevices. He ran his hand over the corrugated muscle feeling all the hard ridges and crevices of his bricks. His abs were still sweaty from his workout. He had probably done hundreds of crunches and leg raises. His abs were so shredded and cut. “No fuckin’ fat on these abs anymore,” said Bobby. “I lost four inches of fat. Now my waist is only 28 inches and it’s all fuckin muscle. A friend of mine tried to punch me in the abs the other day but he hurt his hand when he hit this wall of muscle. My abs are as hard as bricks.” I looked at his abs with awe in my eyes. His green nylon shorts were very low. Besides his abs, I could see his stunning oblique muscles plunging down from his hips to his crotch. God he looked sexy. Oh how I wanted to feel Bobby’s abs. I wanted to feel those bricks of muscle. Then he said “Here, you punch ‘em John. Punch ‘em as hard as you can.” I wasn’t going to give up this opportunity even though I was going to hit him rather than feel him, so I made my hand into a fist, pulled it back and punched him in the abs. When I hit the muscle there was a loud smack, like I was hitting a brick muscle wall. It felt like I hit a wall, a wall of muscle. A jolt of pain went through my hand, like it had just hit a steel plate. I couldn’t believe how hard Bobby’s ab muscles were. Bobby laughed. “Fuck, you gotta hit harder than that. I couldn’t even feel that. Hit me again.” I looked at Bobby’s abs and then at my sore hand. “I don’t think so,” I said. Bobby looked me in the eyes with his steel blue eyes. “I said hit me nerd. When I tell you to do something you do it.” I looked in Bobby’s beautiful eyes that were looking at me with a piercing stare. Then I looked down at his muscular right arm. He slowly made a fist. His forearm muscles bulged like big muscular snakes. “You want me to punch your gut? You wanna feel what a real man’s punch feels like?” My face turned white as I thought about Bobby hitting my skinny little gut with all the power of his huge muscles. I looked at the muscles writhing in his arm and at the thick muscles twitching in his shoulder and pec, ready to blast his arm into my gut. “No, no! I’ll hit you again.” Bobby smiled. He knew he controlled me. I hit Bobby again with my other fist with the same result. Bobby laughed some more. I looked at his muscular arm and felt my weak little flabby gut. I was glad Bobby didn’t hit me. He could have killed me with his young muscles.
Trying to get Bobby’s mind away from any thought of hitting me, I looked down at his legs. “How big are your legs. They look huge.” Bobby looked down and flexed his quads. “Yeah, they’re really been growin’. I can squat with more weight every time I work out my legs. I can almost see the muscle growin in those quads every day. They’re up to 25 inches, nine inches bigger than when I started. But when you think about all the baby fat I had in my legs before, I think I’ve added 11 inches of muscle. Big strong muscle. I’ve squatted with 350 pounds. Next week I’ll be doin’ 375. My legs are so fucking strong and they keep getting stronger..” Then he raised himself up a couple of times on his toes. “Look at my fuckin’ calves. Look at all that fucking muscle. My legs are so strong. I’m thinking of going out for the football team. I wanna smash through other guys with my big legs. I wanna knock ‘em to the ground like they’re bowling pins. I’m gonna love hitting other guys and smashing ‘em.” I looked at Bobby’s legs and said, “I think you’ll be a star, Bobby. You have way more muscle than other kids your age. They might even put you on the high school team because you’re too strong for the 8th graders.” Bobby laughed. “Yeah, that would be great. Smashing high school kids. I’d love to smash high school kids.” Bobby loved violence in his video games, and now he was going to be able to inflict violence himself on the other boys in school with his brand new muscles.
Bobby looked at me again with look that said he had an idea. “I wanna test my strength, nerd. I wanna see how strong I really am. You’re gonna be my spotter. I’m gonna do bench presses, going all the way up to my absolute max. I’m gonna tell all those wimps at school how strong I am. They’ll see how big my muscles are and they’re gonna know how strong I am. They’ll know who’s the boss from now on. They better do what I tell ‘em to do or these big muscles are gonna smash ‘em.” Bobby made a fist and pulled it back, like he was going to hit me. I got a look of panic in my eyes as Bobby punched me in the gut, but he pulled back just before that hard fist hit my abdomen. It was just a little tap. I almost screamed but I sighed in relief. Billy laughed. “Follow me nerd.” Bobby walked towards his house with me following as usual. I looked at his huge shoulders, traps and lats as he walked in front of me, the muscles flexing as Bobby moved his body. I looked at his firm round muscle butt under his sweaty wet workout shorts. The big globes of muscle bulged with each step. I looked at his huge thighs and calves with the muscles flexing as he walked. I couldn’t believe how much muscle Bobby now had on his 13 year old body.
Bobby opened the door to his room and I looked inside. The room was even more of a mess than it was before. It smelled even more like a sweaty men’s locker room than it did when I was there two months ago. I could only imagine the amount of sweat that had poured out of Bobby’s skin as he was lifting hundreds of pounds of heavy weights. There were still piles of clothes and video games on the floor, but in addition to those there were weights. Lots of weights. Hundreds of pounds of weights. I looked over to the bench and saw a big Olympic bar on the rack, loaded with two 45 pound plates. There were lots of big Olympic weights next to the bench. Plus there was his regular barbell and dumbbell bars with lots of weights for them. There was a new piece of equipment too, a chinning bar and squat rack all in one. I figured Bobby was squatting with so much weight he needed a real squat rack. And he could do pullups for his huge lats and leg lifts for his abs. Bobby could see my eyes get big as I saw all his weights and equipment. “I got a ton of new weights since you were here before. I keep getting stronger and stronger so my dad has to go out and get more and more weights. I needed a squat rack for my heavy squats. And now I’m doin’ pullups with weights attached to my waist. My lats are so fuckin’ strong. Regular pullups are way too easy. I’m doin’ pullups with 50 pounds of iron strapped to my waist. And look at my Olympic bar. I’m way stronger than the little weight set you gave me.” I thought to myself how Bobby just took my weight set without even asking or saying thank you. He knew he could just take what he wanted. “I was benchin’ your whole set a couple of weeks after I got it. Now I got big Olympic weights. Big weights for big muscles. He flexed his pecs a couple of times as I looked at them in awe. There was now a full length mirror on the wall and there were a couple of muscle magazines next to his bed. Bobby was finally reading. Reading how to make his muscles get bigger and stronger. He had cut some of the pictures out of the muscle magazines and put them on his wall. He was going to get big, just like the huge guys on his wall.
Bobby closed his door. It was now just the two of us in his room. He stood before the mirror and looked at his reflection. “Stand next to me nerd..” I stood next to Bobby and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing in the mirror. There was skinny little 98 pound old John standing next to 175 pounds of solid 13-year old muscle. We were the same height but that ended the resemblance. Bobby was still sweaty and his tan skin looked radiant. His steel blue eyes looked stunning and his face looked so handsome. Bobby’s waist looked like it was smaller than mine but his huge muscular shoulders looked like they were twice as wide as my bony little shoulders. His chest was huge, making my chest look pathetic. His huge arms hung down at his sides like big pieces of rippling meat, while my little arms looked like sticks. His neck was thick with muscle while my neck looked like a pencil. He had huge traps and lats while I didn’t even have those muscles. His waist was shredded with corrugated muscle while mine was flabby and soft. His legs were like two huge oak trees standing next to my legs that looked like little twigs. Bobby smiled as he saw the reflection. “Three months ago I was shorter than you and I looked just like you except I was covered with baby fat. Now look at me. Look at all the fucking muscle on my body. Look what I done to myself in three months. I’ve put on 75 pounds of muscle and you ain’t done shit. Look at my fuckin’ shoulders. Look at all the muscle I got in my delts. I got inches and inches of muscle and you got nothin’ but bone. Look how much wider they are than yours.” I looked at Bobby’s shoulders and nodded my head. I couldn’t believe how big they were. “And look at my huge chest. Look at all the muscle I got in my pecs and lats. Just think about how strong I am. My chest is enormous next to your little chicken chest.” I was getting so hot listening to Bobby brag about himself. Everything he was saying was totally true. His bragging was totally turning me on. He deserved to brag. Any kid with a body like his totally deserved to brag. I looked at his face as he smiled. It was almost like he was teasing me, teasing me by bragging about his huge muscular body. And that teasing was making me so hot.
“Look down at my waist, nerd. Looks like a fuckin’ washboard, don’t it. Look at all that rippling muscle. And my waist looks smaller than yours. Your waist is bigger but it’s soft and flabby. My abs are so muscular and solid. You try to hit ‘em and they break your hand. Fuck I love having a shredded waist.” I so wanted to feel Bobby’s abs. I wanted to feel all his muscles. I was just going crazy listening to Bobby brag about his muscles and seeing Bobby’s body in the mirror next to my puny excuse for a body. I wanted to reach over and feel all of Bobby’s huge muscles with my hands and - oh my mind was just going crazy - with my tongue. But I knew I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want Bobby to think I was weird or something. I wanted Bobby to be my friend. I wanted to see him all the time. So I just stood there frozen with lust, looking at Bobby’s body in the mirror as he bragged like the proud 13 year old kid he was.
“And look at my legs. Look at those huge slabs of muscle.” Bobby flexed his legs a couple of times, making the big masses of muscle turn into solid rocks. “They look like they’re twice as big as your legs. Your legs look like little twigs and my legs look like huge muscular tree trunks. Think of all the fucking strength I got in my legs. Think of me squattin’ with 350 pounds. Fuck, I got so much muscle and you got nothin’. I’m a man and you’re just shit.” I was just awestruck looking at Bobby’s legs. His calf muscles looked like they were as big as my thighs. So much muscle on such a young body.
Then he flexed his right arm. His huge bicep muscle bulged into a solid ball of muscle, the size of a grapefruit. It was covered with veins and I could see the individual fibers flexing under his tan skin. I could see the two heads of bicep muscle because Bobby’s muscle separation was so great. His tricep bulged down like a big football, covered with veins and fibers. His forearm was huge. It looked like a big bowling pin of muscle covered with veins. “Flex your arm nerd,” he said as he looked at his huge bicep muscle. I was standing just to the right of Bobby, so I flexed my left arm right next to his right arm. Bobby started laughing as he saw the stark difference. “God I can’t believe you’re three years older than me. Look at all the muscle I got and what a puny weak little shit you are. Your arm looks like a little stick. I bet I got more muscle in my arm than you got in your whole fuckin’ body.” I looked at the mass of muscle in Bobby’s bulging arm and nodded my head. I think he really did have more muscle in that arm than I had in my skinny little body. “That’s the arm of a man, John. You got the arm of a boy. A skinny little boy. My arms are so strong. My arms are strong like the arms of a man.” Bobby put down his arm and turned towards me. “Now I’m gonna show you how strong I am. I’m gonna show you that I’m a man. I’m gonna bench so much you won’t believe it. I’m gonna bench my max and you’re gonna spot me.”
He walked over to the bench and got on it. “This only weighs 135 pounds,” he said as I looked at the huge weights. “It’s just a warmup.” This was four times what I could bench and it was just a warmup for Bobby. He cranked out 15 reps like he was lifting a feather and jumped off the bench. He walked over to me and stood right in front of me. He looked down at my crotch and smiled. He rubbed his hands over his pecs, feeling the bulging muscle. “Nice warmup. My pecs are starting to get pumped,” he said as he looked at his muscles. I looked at Bobby’s pecs and saw the muscle bulging under his thin tan skin. The fibers were visible and his skin was starting to get red from all the blood gushing through the muscle underneath. Oh how I wanted to feel Bobby’s pecs. Then he grabbed my hands and put them on his pecs. “Feel ‘em,” he said. I felt a wash of joy come over my body as Bobby was telling me to feel his muscles. I ran my hands on his hot sweaty skin. I rubbed my fingers around his chest as Bobby flexed his pecs for me. I couldn’t believe how big and hard those muscles were, big round bulges of striated steel hard fibers. I could see and feel every fiber under his tan paper thin skin. I moved out and felt his huge shoulders which were also pumped from the warmup. Then I moved my fingers down to his nipples, which were pointing downwards at a 45 degree angle because his muscle was so big underneath. I rubbed my fingers on his nipples and I thought I heard Bobby groaning a little bit. He grabbed my hands and put them down.
“Time for my next set,” he said as he turned away and grabbed a 45 pound plate. He put two 45 pound plates on the bar, making it weigh 225 pounds. “This is still a warmup. I’m way stronger than this.” I gulped as I saw the four huge iron plates on the bar, even one of which would have been too much for me to bench. Bobby got on the bench and jerked the bar of the rack. He lowered the bar and pushed it back up. I just marveled at how big his chest was as he pushed up the bar. His pecs bulged out like big mounds of striated muscle. His chest was so big that it lifted his whole torso off the bench, so there were several inches of air between his lower back and the bench. His butt muscles were big and solid too and they pushed his waist up as well. His little waist looked so small below that huge chest. He kept pumping out the reps and I watched his pecs get bigger and redder with each rep. His skin was sweating. His shoulders and arms were glistening as the muscle bulged with each rep. His chest looked like a huge machine. A huge muscle machine. His chest was a huge living machine pushing the heavy weight up and down with the force of his young muscles bulging with fibers and blood.
Bobby finished ten reps and jumped off the bench. “Fuckin’ great!” he yelled as he walked towards me. “What a fuckin’ pump I’m gettin’” He stood in front of me and looked down at his swollen pecs, pecs that were bulging with striated muscle under his sweaty skin. “Well?” he said as he looked at his muscle and then at me. I immediately started feeling his pecs, rubbing my fingers all over his sweaty skin. Then I ran my hands over his shoulders to his arms, feeling the huge hams of muscle hanging like slabs of meat as his sides. He flexed his arms as they were just hanging there as I felt his huge pumped muscles. I was in heaven. I moved my hands back to his chest and fondled his nipples. I thought I heard him groaning. Then I moved down to his abs feeling the corrugated ridges of brick like muscle. Without warning Bobby reached down and grabbed my cock. My cock was rock hard, as it had been from the moment I saw Bobby that day. In fact, my cock was rock hard every time I saw Bobby starting from the time I saw him after his first couple of workouts when I could see his muscles starting to grow. “You like big muscles, don’t you nerd,” he whispered in my ear. “You wish you had big muscles. But you don’t and I do. You like a kid with big muscles.” He grabbed my cock harder with his strong hand. “You think I’ve been blind? Your cock has been rock hard every time we see each other after I started working out. You love my muscles, I can just tell. You really love my muscles. Ain’t that right, nerd?” I nodded my head. “Yes I do, Bobby. I love your muscles. I really love your muscles. I want to worship your muscles.” Bobby let go of my crotch and grabbed the back of my head. He pressed my face against his pecs and rubbed it around the bulging sweaty muscle. “Then worship me, nerd. Worship my body. You’re turning me on. I’m a stud and you’re a wimp. I deserve to be worshipped by a wimp like you. I’m gettin’ so hot having my muscles touched and felt and worshipped. Lick my nipples, nerd. Worship my body!”
I immediately started worshipping Bobby with every ounce of energy I had. I sucked and licked his nipples. I licked his biceps. I dropped to my knees and felt his huge thighs and calves. I licked his abs. Bobby was groaning with pleasure as I worshipped his young muscles. I wondered what was under his tight wet workout shorts. I could see a big bulge and I wanted to see the whole thing.
After a few minutes, he pushed me away and said. “Gotta do my max bench. I’m so hot. I know I’ll be able to press a ton of weight. You gotta spot me this time nerd.” He grabbed two 25 pound plates and put them on the bar. “Now it weighs 275. This was my max last week, but I know I can do more now. I’m gonna do a few reps with this and then I’m goin’ for my max.” I looked at the huge weight. “How do I spot you? That weight’s way to heavy for me. I can only lift about 50 pounds.” Bobby laughed. “I’m gonna lift most of the weight. I just might need a little help in the final rep or two. No more than five or ten pounds. Even you can handle that, nerd.” I nodded my head. I looked at my dainty little fingers and that huge 275 pound weight. “I guess so,” I said nervously Bobby slapped me on my bony shoulder. Then he got on the bench and jerked the bar off the rack. He lowered the bar to his massive chest and started to push it back up again. I was just stunned by the size of his muscles as they bulged out of his chest. His body was sweaty and glistening as he pressed up the heavy bar. He got it to the top and smiled at me. Then he lowered the bar again and pressed it up again. His shoulders and arms were bulging as he pushed. I just couldn’t believe the size and strength of Bobby’s young muscles. I had my fingers under the bar, but he didn’t need my spot. He got it to the top again and lowered it to his massive chest. He started pushing the bar up, this time very slowly. He got it about half way up and then stopped. “Need a spot, nerd. Need a spot!” he yelled. I pulled up on the bar but it wouldn’t budge. I lifted as hard as I could but I couldn’t lift the bar at all. Slowly the bar started falling towards Bobby’s chest. “Oh my God, Bobby. I’m too weak. I’m too weak to lift it. I’m too weak to be your spotter. Oh my God, Bobby, I’m so sorry.” Tears were welling up in my eyes and starting to roll down my cheeks. I could just see the big heavy bar hitting Bobby’s chest and crushing him. And there was nothing my weak little body could do about it. The bar went down to Bobby’s chest and touched his bulging pecs, the 275 pounds of iron ready to crush Bobby’s chest. I felt so helpless. Tears were rolling down my face. Then he looked at me and stuck out his tongue. I was shocked. He was about to die and he was sticking his tongue out at me. Suddenly with a huge burst of power his pecs exploded and he pushed the bar back up. Then he lowered the bar again and pushed it up slowly for his final rep. He jumped up off the bench and said, “Had ya goin’ there, didn’t I nerd.” I put my face between his huge pumped pecs and started crying. I could feel the hot sweaty bulging muscle between my cheeks. Bobby flexed the muscle and I cried into the hard warm flesh. I wrapped my hands around his huge back and sobbed. Bobby pulled me into him and held me firmly with his big arms. I rubbed my crying face on Bobby’s huge pecs. Bobby didn’t say anything. He just rubbed my face on his muscles. My tears ran down Bobby’s body as I cried and cried. It was a cry of relief. I was so glad he was okay. I was so glad I didn’t kill him.
After a minute or so, I got myself together again. I looked at Bobby’s beautiful face and said. “I thought you were going to die. I thought I had failed you with my weakness. I thought you were going to die.” Bobby laughed. “I’m way too strong to die. I’m invincible. Nothin’ can kill me. I can kill other people but nothin’ can kill me.” He flexed his chest. “Way too strong for that fuckin’ iron. Way too strong. Now it’s time for my max. Now you really got to spot me this time nerd.” He pulled off the two 25 pound plates and put on two 45 pound plates. He now had six 45 pound plates on the bar, three on each side of the 45 pound bar. So the bar now weighed 315 pounds. I couldn’t believe this 13 year old kid was going to be able to bench that huge weight.
He got under the bar and I placed my hands under the steel. He looked up and me with his steel blue eyes. He had a look of total confidence in his face. He said “Look at all that weight nerd. Three hundred fifteen pounds of iron. That fuckin’ iron ain’t nothin’ to my muscles. My muscles are gonna smash it. I’m gonna smash that iron with my big pecs.” He grabbed the bar and jerked it off the rack. I looked at his massive chest, a chest that was totally pumped with blood, red and bulging with muscle. His lower back came off the bench, forced up by the size of his huge chest and strong round muscle butt. He lowered the bar and his muscles contracted, slowing the force of the 315 pound bar. I could see the fibers in his pec muscles bulge out under his thin skin. They looked like steel cords. Steel cords of throbbing muscle. The bar touched Bobby’s chest. Suddenly all that muscle exploded. It bulged into an incredible mass. The bar started going upwards. Instead of slowing down the bar actually picked up speed as Bobby’s muscles exploded with phenomenal force, pushing up the bar with their incredible power. His shoulders and arms were bulging too, pushing the bar higher and higher. Every muscle in his torso was totally ripped and shredded. I didn’t need to spot at all. Bobby’s muscles were smashing the weight, just like he said. The bar quickly got to the top and Bobby lowered it into the rack. He jumped up off the bench and rammed his chest into my chest. “Fuckin’ strong!” he yelled. “So fuckin’ strong and I’m not even in eighth grade. Fuck I love being strong!” I could feel Bobby’s huge pec muscles pushing against me. They were so hot and sweaty and they were so hard. Big mounds of solid muscle that had just smashed 315 pounds were now pushing into my skinny little body.
“You’re incredible,” I said as I reached up and fondled Bobby’s big hard pecs. Bobby looked down at his muscular pecs and then at my flat little chest. I was almost yelling as I felt Bobby’s muscles. “Your chest is so damn strong. Your pecs are so big, so hard, so hot. You are a total stud.” I ran my hands across Bobby’s pecs and shoulders, feeling the hard striated muscle. “I’m a man! I got muscles like a man! I’m strong like a man! I’m a man and you’re a fuckin’ nerd. You ain’t got any muscle at all. I got all the muscles. I’m a man and you’re a boy.” I kept fondling Bobby’s body, getting both of us so hot as I worshiped his muscles. His muscles were hot and sweaty and he started breathing hard as he got hotter and hotter with lust. Suddenly he reached down and grabbed my shorts with his two strong hands. He pulled his hands apart, splitting my shorts like he was ripping a piece of paper. My little four and a half inch rock hard cock sprang up. Bobby laughed. “God, even your cock is wimpy. You are such a fucking puny wuss,” he said as he looked at my little cock. He reached down and pulled off his own workout shorts. My eyes bulged out of my head as I saw Bobby’s cock. It was way longer than my cock and it was twice as thick. It was hard and it was huge. “I’m an man down here too. My cock’s been growin’ just as fast as my muscles. It’s big and thick, just like my arms. Look at my cock. It’s like three inches longer than yours and it’s way thicker. Yeah, I’m a man and you’re a puny little boy.” I looked at Bobby’s cock and said “Oh my God,” as I saw just how perfect he was. He was absolutely gorgeous, standing there with his gorgeous face, his bulging hot pumped up muscles and his big thick rock hard cock. I wanted to grab his body and suck his cock so much. Then he said something that made me feel like I was in paradise. “Us men like to get our cocks sucked by you fuckin’ nerds. You nerds ain’t good for nothin’ except suckin’ a man’s cock. You’re gonna suck my cock nerd. You’re gonna suck it real good, ‘cause if you don’t I’m gonna smash you with my big fists.” He made a fist and showed it to me as he flexed his forearm. I looked at his muscles in awe. Bobby had no idea how much I wanted to suck his cock. He thought he was going to have to force me to do it, but I could hardly wait. I was so hot. I wanted his body. I wanted his cock.
I immediately dropped to my knees and looked up at Bobby. He looked like a god. Big, strong, athletic, muscular. Everything I always wanted to be. But I was skinny and frail and this 13 year old kid was huge, muscular and dominating. “Oh Bobby, you are so beautiful. You are so muscular, so strong, so gorgeous. Bobby looked down at me and sneered. “Lick my nuts. Lick my nuts you little wimp.” I grabbed on to his huge legs and started licking his big balls. They were much bigger than mine. I couldn’t believe this kid had such big balls and such a big cock. I put each ball in my mouth and licked it with my tongue. I could smell the pungent scent of his crotch sweat, sweat that had poured out of his body as he lifted the huge weights. That sweat smelled so good to me. As I licked his balls, my hands felt Bobby’s thick rock hard thighs, his huge calves and his muscular round muscle butt. Bobby started groaning loudly as I sucked on his balls and fondled his body. I knew he had never had anyone suck his balls or cock before. This was a totally new experience for him. And it was a totally new experience for me too. Bobby was groaning with lustful pleasure as I sucked and licked his big balls and I was groaning with the most fantastic erotic pleasure I had ever had as I licked his huge balls and felt his hard muscles.
Suddenly Bobby jerked his balls away from my mouth and shoved his thick, huge rock hard cock into my mouth. “Suck it, cocksucker. Suck my big cock. Suck this big man’s huge dick, you little cocksucker.” I started licking and sucking Bobby’s cock as he moved it in and out of my mouth. He was groaning with pleasure as I serviced him like the slave I was. I was feeling his muscles and his cock as he groaned with lust and erotic joy. My cock was rock hard. I had never been so excited in my whole life. I could only take about half of his cock in my mouth, and as Bobby groaned louder and louder I knew it was only a matter of seconds before that other half would ram his big cock head down into my throat. “Oh fuck this feels so fuckin’ good,” yelled Bobby. “I’m so fuckin’ hard. I’m so fuckin’ hot. I’m gonna fuck you and fuck you and fuck you.” He grabbed the back of my head and rammed his cock down my throat. Then he started thrusting his hips back and forth, shoving his huge cock in and out of my throat. I licked his cock as it went by my tongue and he started yelling even louder. In a matter of seconds he yelled “Yeah!” as he spurted gush after gush of cum down my throat. I came at the same time, spurting my cum all over Bobby’s floor. He came in my throat for twice as long as I came. Those huge balls held vast quantities of his genetically superior muscle stud cum. Finally he stopped cumming and held his cock in my throat as I continued to lick the hard shaft. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” he said. “That was so good. I never had a fuck like that in my whole life. God I love to fuck. I’m gonna fuck you five times a day nerd. I’m a man and you’re my cocksucker. And we men tell you little cocksuckers when we want our cocks sucked. And you better obey our orders or you little nerd body’s gonna get smashed. You got that nerd?” I looked up at Bobby’s muscular body and his drop dead gorgeous face and nodded my head. I knew that my new role on this earth was to worship Bobby’s muscles and service his cock. And I was very happy.
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