O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Interview with a Teen Muscle Jock

by John D.

Part 1

Is the recorder on? It is? Okay I guess I'll start. Yeah, my name's Mike. My little friend John here asked me to do an interview and he's recording it all on a tape recorder. John's doin' a research project on jocks. He wants me to tell him what its been like to grow up strong and with muscles and everything. Fuck, little John here sure ain't got any muscles. How much do you weigh little man? One ten? One twenty? Oh, so you weigh 115 pounds. Jesus you are so skinny! I guess you couldn't say anything about what it's like to be strong and muscular `cause you're such a little wimp. But that's okay. You've got me to tell you what it's like.

I'm 16 years old. To be exact, I'm 16 years and two months old. John's actually a couple of months older than me, but he looks like a little kid compared to me. We're both almost done with 10th grade. Fuck, I can hardly wait for summer. I'm five foot ten and I weigh 195. That's 195 pounds of shit-kickin' muscle. Fuck John, I'm only three inches taller than you but I weigh 80 pounds more than you do. That's 80 pounds of muscle that you don't have, John. Jeez, you are really skinny. I've been workin' out real hard this winter, gettin' bigger and stronger for football next fall. Shit, I've really been growin'. I've put on ten pounds of muscle in the last four months and gained a half inch in height. At the rate I've been growin', I'm gonna be six feet tall and 230 pounds of solid muscle when football season comes around our Senior year. I've been strong and muscular my whole life. And I just keep getting' bigger and stronger. During the last four months I've put another half inch on these guns John. They're up to 18 inches. Eighteen inches of rock hard muscle. Here check `em out John. Fuck, look how big they get when I flex `em. Yeah, you can feel `em. They feel like solid rock don't they. Yeah. Look at the peak on those biceps. Yeah, feel it. And look at all those fibers and veins. That's all solid muscle, little man. Yeah, run your little fingers over that muscle. Try to squeeze it John. Ha ha, I can't even feel that. You're not makin' even a tiny dent. That's how hard that muscle is John. It's like solid steel.

Okay, enough of the feelin' for now John. John really likes my muscles. He's gay, you know. He just came out last year. Some of the kids gave him shit, but it didn't bother me. Shit, I've known John since we were in grade school and I know he's a good guy even though he's a nerd. Now all the kids know that if they give John any shit, they're gonna get their face and gut bashed in by my big fists. So they don't bother you, do they John. Fuck no! Actually, I kinda like it when John stares at my muscles and feels `em when I flex. He always gets a big hard on. Sometimes I get a hard on too. Hey, I think I'll take off my shirt. That'll keep your attention, won't it John. You take off your shirt too, John. God, this t-shirt is so fucking tight. I can hardly get it off my big chest. Geez your chest is tiny John. It's so skinny and white. All skin and bone. Yeah, check out my big chest, John. It's now 47 inches. Gained another inch in the last four months. Solid muscle of course. And check out those abs. Like a fuckin' washboard, aren't they? Yeah my waist is only 29 inches. And it's all solid muscle. No fat on this body, John. The football coach gave us a test for bodyfat and I had the lowest percentage on the whole team. Only five percent. That's about the least you can have and still be healthy. And I'm sure fucking healthy! Fuck, I got no fuckin fat on my whole body. Pound for pound I'm the most muscular and strongest guy on the whole team. I eat tons of food and supplements but I never put on any fat. Just muscle. Feel the skin covering my abs, John. Yeah, feel how thin it is. It's like fuckin' cellophane, ain't it. Pinch it John. See. When you pinch it it's like pinching two pieces of cellophane. Yeah, and look at that muscle underneath. See how you can see the fibers and veins when I flex? Pretty cool ain't it. Yeah I thought you'd think so. Looks like you already got a boner, John.

I got light brown hair and hazel eyes. I got a golden brown tan. My skin really tans fast and I hardly ever wear a shirt outside, so I always have a great tan. When I was a kid my hair was blond, but now it's light brown. I keep my hair cut short like all the football players. We think it makes us look cool, and we do. We look totally cool. My eyes are half blue and half brown. That's called hazel. Get closer John. Look into my eyes. See the little flecks of blue and light brown? All the girls go crazy over my eyes. They go crazy over my eyes after they've gone crazy over my muscles. Or maybe they go crazy over both my eyes and my muscles at the same time. All I know is that they just go crazy over me. They say I'm the best lookin' guy in the whole school. Hey John, you're still staring into my eyes. I guess you like my eyes too, huh John? You get turned on by my eyes, John? Yeah? You think they're beautiful. Oh and my muscles too. You think my muscles are beautiful. You think I'm beautiful. Wow. John thinks I'm a beautiful dude. Well then, John, do you think I'm the best looking guy in the whole school? I don't know if I believe those girls because they might be saying that just to get laid. They all want to get fucked by my big cock, ya know. Nine inches of thick, rock-hard muscle cock. They all want to look into my eyes, feel my big muscles and get fucked by my big dick. So what do you think, John? Do you think I'm the best lookin' guy in the school? You do? No shit! And I got the best body too? Fuck, you make me feel like such a stud, John. I'm getting' horny just talkin' about it. Yeah, look at my cock. It's getting' hard just by me talkin' about my body and my looks. You just keep gettin' me to talk more about it and I just keep gettin' more and more horny. We're gonna have to take care of my horny cock later, aren't we John. Yeah, we sure are.

But you wanted me to talk about what it was like growing up. So let's start. I don't remember much about when I was a little kid. My mom says I was really active. I was always running and jumping and climbing things. She remembers one time in preschool when I was riding around on a tricycle. I came to a four foot high wall and wanted to ride on the other side of the wall for some reason. So I picked up the tricycle and just threw it over the wall. Then I jumped up and climbed over the wall like it was nothing. My mom says that none of the other kids could lift that tricycle even a couple of inches off the ground. And I just picked it up and threw it. That's when she knew I was gonna be strong, she says.

When I look at pictures of when I was five or six years old, I look like a normal, healthy kid, but I was definitely bigger than the other kids. I was only a little bit taller but I was definitely a lot more muscular than those other kids. I wasn't a giant or anything but I was already very solid. I had a layer of baby fat covering my body just like the other kids, but unlike the other kids there was some real muscle underneath the baby fat. My arms and chest were thick and I even had caps of muscle in my shoulders. There was this one picture where I was holding a ball in my hand and you can see my biceps and triceps bulging in my upper arm. Then there was another picture where I'm standing in front of the camera and my pecs are really popping out in my chest and you can even see some ab muscles under my babyfat. My legs also looked big too. I didn't do anything special to get that muscle. It just seemed to grow naturally from all my running and jumping and climbing.

I was always very athletic. When I was in first grade we played T-Ball and I could hit the ball farther than anyone else. I always hit home runs. And I could throw the ball farther than anyone else too. I never thought much about being stronger than the other kids. It just seemed natural to me. Like the way things were supposed to be. I played AYSO soccer too. I played soccer until a started playing football in third grade when I was nine. Even when I was seven years old my legs were really strong and I was real fast and coordinated compared to the other kids. The coach had me play center forward. Once I got the ball it was easy for me to get around the defenders. Then when I got about 10 yards from the goal I would smash the ball in so hard and fast the poor goalie just stood there frozen. These big legs had a lot of power in `em even when I was seven. Sometimes a kid would run in front of me and try to block my way to the goal, but if I couldn't get around him I'd just run right through him. I'd just knock him over and score. If the Ref called a foul it would usually be on the other kid for jumping in front and trying to block me even though I mowed him down. My legs were really strong even back then. Those other kids didn't stand a chance with their little stick legs tryin' to stop these strong mothers. Yeah, I'll flex `em for you John. See all that muscle? Yeah, you can feel it. Like a big tree trunk, ain't it? Those big mothers measure 26 inches now John. I put on another inch of muscle on my quads in the last four months. They're fuckin' strong, John. Well, they sure weren't this big and strong when I was six and seven, but they were really strong for a kid. But like I said, I didn't think much about it. It just seemed normal to be strong. It felt great being such a good athlete though. I remember the fantastic way I felt when all the other kids came up to me after the game and congratulated me for all the goals I scored. That felt real good. I liked being a great athlete. Ya know, when you're a boy, even a little kid of six or seven years old, when you're the best athlete all the other kids look up to you like you're the top dog. At the very top of the kid pecking order. Like you rule, ya know what I mean? Yeah, I guess I was the top dog of all the kids. I ruled. It seems like I've always been the top dog. It's just natural.

When I was eight years old and in third grade I started losing my baby fat. I don't know why exactly. I guess my body decided it didn't need the baby fat any more, so it just got rid of it. Over the course of about six months the fat just disappeared. And I've never had any fat on my body since then. I didn't lose any weight though. In fact I kept gainin' weight. I guess the fat was being replaced by muscle. By the time I turned nine in March, all my muscles showed real clearly under my skin. I wasn't as shredded and ripped as I am now, but you could definitely see all the muscles. When I took off my shirt the other kids would look at my body. I was definitely more muscular than any other kid in the third grade. And all that muscle was totally natural. Up until then I never did anything to build my muscles except play sports like soccer and baseball and do a lot of running, jumping and climbing. I guess I was just naturally muscular. I had a nice six pack and I even had pecs showin' in my chest, delts covering my shoulders, and biceps and triceps showin' in my arms.

The other guys would pretend that they weren't looking at my muscles but I knew a lot of `em were. Once in awhile I'd flex just to show off. I remember laughing when I saw the looks on their faces when I hit a most muscular pose in front of four or five of `em and they saw my little nine-year old muscles bulging. What did you say, John? You were one of those guys? Oh yeah, I remember, we were in the same third grade class. You were the wimpiest kid in the whole class I think. You were always picked last for any team. I was always the captain, the first one on my team. And my teams usually won, didn't they John? I remember I picked you for my teams because I felt sorry for you. Anyway, I knew we could still win even with you on the team, `cause I was twice as good an athlete as any kid on the other team. So picking you kind of evened things out.

Yeah, now that you mention it I remember you were one of the kids who kept staring at my muscles. I guess you liked my bod even in third grade, huh John? What? You've had a crush on me ever since third grade? Wow, I'm honored. Geez, all these years you've been turned on by my body and I didn't even know it! Well John, you're just gonna have to make up for lost time after we're done with this interview. He he he. Hey, hands off, buddy. I'm not done yet.

I'll never forget that day near the end of third grade when we had a substitute teacher. I'll bet you remember that day too, huh John? Yeah, I thought you would. I was nine years and a couple of months old. By then I had completely lost all my baby fat and had nice defined muscles. I knew I was a good athlete, the best of all the third graders, but I had never done anything special to build my muscles. They were just there. Well, when the substitute teacher walked in the classroom door, every kid stopped talking and just stared at him. He was very young, just out of college, and he had the biggest, buffest muscles I had ever seen. He was wearing a tight Polo shirt that showed off his big chest, shoulders and arms. His waist was small and athletic and I could see his thighs bulging under his pants. This guy was a total stud. He immediately commanded the total respect of every kid in that room.

He introduced himself and said he had just graduated from college as a P.E. major. He wanted to be a high school football coach but until he could get a real job he was working as a substitute. He saw us staring at his muscles and he said he had been lifting weights since he was 13 years old. God he looked fantastic, I thought to myself. What, John? You thought he looked fantastic too. Yeah I bet you did. Well, he announced that instead of having morning classes we were all gonna go out on the playground and test our physical fitness. He said physical fitness was very important for kids, but unfortunately most American kids were just not very fit. So he was going to test us to see how we stacked up.

We went out to the playground and the teacher told us what we were gonna do. First we're gonna do pushups. Then pull-ups. Then situps. And finally we were gonna run twice around our little track, a quarter mile. You know, to that time I hadn't really done any pushups, pull-ups or situps. As an nine year old, I was just interested in running, jumping and climbing and playing sports. So I had never done any of that stuff. Most of the other kids in our class hadn't either, so we had no idea how we were gonna stack up. It was kinda hot outside, so most of the boys took off our shirts. Except for you John, right? You never took off your shirt. Right away I could see the teacher checking out my body.

The teacher got down and showed us how to do pushups. He cranked out 25 like it was nothing. I could see the muscles bulging in his arms as he pushed himself up and down. Then it was our turn. We all got in the pushup position. The teacher said "go." And I started doin' the pushups, just like the teacher had done. To my total surprise, they were easy for me. I was pushin' my body up and down just as fast as the teacher. When I got to 20 I started slowing down. They were getting harder. But I kept going. I wanted to see how many I could do. By 25, I was really straining. I could feel my chest muscles kind of hurting as they strained harder and harder to push my body up. Finally after 28 pushups I just couldn't do another one. I collapsed on the ground. My chest was throbbing. I looked up and saw the teacher and all the other kids staring at me. "Congratulations," said the teacher. "You did 28 pushups and none of your classmates here could do more than seven. A couple of them couldn't do even one." I remember he looked over to you John and you kinda blushed. You couldn't do even one pushup. I jumped up to my feet and rubbed my hands across my chest. The muscles seemed bigger and harder than usual. I looked down and saw that my skin was really red. The teacher walked over and placed his hand on my pec. He rubbed his fingers over my hard muscle. "You got a pump, young man," he said. "You got a good pump from doin' those pushups. You keep doin' pushups every day and your chest muscles will really grow. Then when you get older you can start lifting weights. One day you'll have chest muscles like these." He grabbed my hand and placed it on his own pec. Then he flexed the huge muscle. I couldn't believe how big and hard that muscle was. It was enormous and it felt like solid rock. Wow, I thought to myself, I really want muscles like that. Right then and there I decided I wanted muscles like that. And guess what John? I got `em!

The other kids came over and some of them felt my pumped up pecs. I flexed and made the muscle get real hard. What's that John? Oh you wished you had the nerve then to feel my muscles but you were too shy. You just stood back and stared as I showed off my pumped pecs. Well, you can feel `em now, John. Here, have a feel. Yeah, aren't they big and hard? There's a lot of muscle in those pecs John. Those pecs can bench 400 pounds John. I can do so many pushups it ain't even funny. How many? Oh, at least 300 or 400. They're so easy its no challenge at all to do pushups. I think my pecs are at least as big as that teacher's. Probably bigger. And my pecs are gonna keep getting bigger `cause I'm only 16 years old and I'm still growin'. How many pushups can you do John? Two? Only two? Well, that's two more than you did in third grade, but it's still pathetic. You are a total weakling John. I'm packed with muscle and super strong and you're skinny as a stick and totally weak. That's the way it's always been, hasn't it John? I'm strong and you're weak. Okay, you can stop feeling up my pecs now John. You're starting to pant again and your cock is about ready to ram through your shorts. You're gonna get all you want of this big body in just a few minutes, little guy. But I'm not done yet.

So then it was time for pull-ups. There was only one little chinning bar on the playground. It was too high off the ground for us third graders, so we had never used it before. The teacher showed us how to do pull-ups. He jumped up and grabbed the bar with his palms facing away. His hands were about even with his wide shoulders. Then he started pulling his big body up and down with the power of his lats and his arms. All the kids stared in amazement as his lats flared out like big wings on his back. They stretched the fabric in his shirt so wide I thought it might rip apart. I had never seen muscle like that in my life. His biceps bulged into a big ball of muscle when he got to the top. Then when he lowered himself they looked like steel cords in his arm, steel cords with incredible strength. He did ten easy pull-ups and then dropped to the ground. Then we all stood in a line and he lifted us up to the bar so we could do our pull-ups. I stood at the end of the line. One by one the kids tried to do pull-ups. None of the girls could do any pullups. Most of the boys couldn't do any pull-ups either. A couple of them could do one or two. One guy did three.

Then it was my turn. The teacher lifted me up to the bar and I grabbed it just like he had done. Then I started pulling. To my surprise, I lifted my body up easily. I guess all my tree climbing had built my muscles pretty good. I pulled my body up and down several times. Then one of the kids yelled, "Look at that! Mike's got muscle wings on his back just like the teacher!" I guess my lats were flarin' out as they pulled me up and lowered me down. Shit, I didn't even know I had lats until then. I kept doin' the pull-ups. The kids were all yelling and screaming as I did rep after rep. The same thing started happening to my lats and biceps as happened to my pecs when I did the pushups. The muscles started hurting as they strained harder and harder. But it was a good hurt. Not a bad hurt. For some reason that hurt felt kinda good. I really slowed down after 10 reps. My back and arms were really aching. But I kept going. I'm not a quitter. I barely pulled my chin over the bar for the 15th rep and then dropped to the ground, landing solidly on my strong legs. The kids were clapping and yelling. "Mike, you're the man," one of them yelled. "You got wing muscles in your back just like the teacher." I stood proudly in front of the kids and flexed my lats. I had never done that before. Before then I didn't know I had any lats. I looked down and saw the muscle bulging out from under my armpits. The skin covering that muscle was red and I could see some little veins right under the skin. The veins were surging with blood. My lats were pumped! I could see the kids were real impressed with my little nine year old V-shaped lats. I grabbed the muscle of my right lat with my left hand. Wow! The muscle really seemed big and hard. Much bigger and harder than it had ever been. "You got a pump again," said the teacher. "Those lat muscles got a good pump. Now flex your arm. Let's see what kind of pump you got there."

I flexed my right arm. There was a gasp from the kids. Even my own mouth dropped open. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My bicep was bulging in my arm like a golf ball. I could see the fibers of muscle flexing under my skin and there were lots of veins crisscrossing the muscle, feeding it with blood. My bicep had never gotten that pumped before, so it had never looked like that. The muscles in my forearm were also bulging like they had never done before. Even my tricep muscles were bulging underneath my bicep. My whole arm was totally muscular and totally pumped. I reached over with my left hand and put my fingers on my flexed bicep. I pressed in hard, but I couldn't make a dent. The muscle felt like warm rock. Then I squeezed and I still couldn't make a dent in that muscle. My pumped bicep was as hard as steel. The teacher came over and put his own thick fingers around my arm. Then he squeezed. I could feel his fingers trying to push into the top of my bicep muscle, but my muscle was real hard. My muscle was harder than his squeeze. Then he squeezed harder. He squeezed real hard. I could see the big muscles bulging in his forearm like writhing snakes as he forced his fingers harder into my bicep muscle. I flexed my bicep as hard as I could and the solid muscle held like a rock against the strong force of the young teacher's fingers. Finally he squeezed real, real hard. The muscles in his forearm looked like it was gonna pop out of his skin. Finally, his fingers pushed into my bulging muscle about a quarter of an inch. Then he let go. I looked proudly at my flexed nine year old bicep. I had flexed so hard that the muscle was totally pumped and the fibers were twitching under my skin. Veins were everywhere. That muscle was almost hard enough to resist the incredibly powerful squeeze of the muscular young teacher's strong fingers. "You got real hard muscles for a kid," he said. "You got a real nice pump in your bicep. Gettin' pumped like that makes the muscle real big and real hard. You keep doin' those pull-ups and one day your biceps will look and feel like this." He bent down and flexed his huge arm right in front of my face. I couldn't believe how big his bicep was. It was about the size of a softball. His tricep was huge too. It looked like a football of muscle on the bottom of his arm. I reached over and grabbed his arm with both hands. It was too big for me to grab with only one hand. God that felt incredible, feeling all that hard muscle. He had more muscle in that one arm than I had in my whole body.

Right then I thought to myself I wanted arms as big and hard as that. Right then I decided I wanted arms as big as the teacher's. And look John. I got `em! My arms are bigger than the teacher's! Yeah, reach over and feel `em John. You never saw a 10th grader with arms like these, have you John. I got the biggest arms in our whole grade. There are only a couple of seniors --- big fat linemen--- who got arms as big as mine, but my arms are stronger. I can curl 200 pounds and they can only curl 175. By football season my arms will be way bigger than theirs and I'll be curlin' 225 easy. My arms are still growin' real fast. My arms were big in third grade and they're huge today. My arms are already bigger than the teacher's. And they're still growin, just like the rest of me. Since I was 9 years old, my arms have always been at least an inch bigger than my age. After I started liftin' weights they really got big and they've been two inches bigger than my age ever since. Like when I was 12 they grew to 14 inches of solid muscle before I turned 13. When I was still 14 my arms were 16. I've always had big arms for my age. My arms grew so fast during the last year that they got to 17-1/2 inches while I was still 15. So they were two fuckin' inches bigger than my age again. When I graduate in two years at age 18, these big guns are gonna be 20 inches easy. They're gonna be way bigger than that teacher's arms ever were. When I graduate high school these guns are gonna be fuckin' huge.

God John. You're just all over my arms. You like those big guns, don't you? You like the feeling of all that solid muscle. Now you're licking the muscle. Does that muscle taste good to you John? It does? Geez, now you're wrapping your lips around the peak of my bicep. That rock hard muscle is ramming itself into your mouth. Yeah, the muscle's so big you can't get your teeth around it. All you can do is get your teeth around the very tip of the peak. Hey, don't bite. Aw, you can bite if you want. That muscle's so hard it won't care if you bite or not. Ha, I could hardly feel that bite. My muscle's almost as hard as your teeth. Umm, your tongue feels kinda good licking my big bicep. You like the taste of a huge, bulging bicep in your mouth John? You do? Yeah, I thought you would. You just love my body, don't you John. Yeah. Well, enough of the appetizer for now, little dude. You can taste as much of my muscle as you want when I'm done with my story.

Back to the physical fitness test. It was clear after the pushups and pull-ups that I was by far the fittest of all the kids in our class. I was probably one of the fittest third graders in the whole city. The teacher said that in pushups and pull-ups I was in the top one percent of all nine year olds in the country. And this was the first time I had ever done any pushups or pull-ups at all. I guess I was just naturally strong and muscular. The next test was situps. The teacher laid down on his back and started lifting his upper body up and down, showing us how to do situps. He cranked out 25 without slowing down a bit. I was all stoked. I wanted to beat the teacher, that's for sure. I had never really done situps before, at least not all in a row. My six pack abs looked good, but that was from my running, jumping, climbing and playing sports. I never did anything special for my abs. They just naturally looked like a washboard after I shed all my baby fat. We all got on our backs and the teacher said "go." I started lifting my upper body. I was surprised how easy it was. I looked over at some of the other kids and they were really struggling. Some of `em couldn't lift up their bodies even once. You were one of those I bet, right John. Yeah, I figured. You were lying on the ground straining and straining to pull up your body but your little muscles were just too weak. Well, fuck. My muscles weren't too weak. I cranked out those situps real fast. Without even trying hard I did 25, the same as the teacher. I looked around and saw that none of the other kids were still doing situps. They were all standing there looking at me and my abs as I kept crankin' `em out. I got to 30 and then 40. The kids were all yelling again as they watched me do more situps than they could imagine. My abs were really starting to hurt, that good hurt again, and I could see sweat starting form on my skin as I looked down at the rippling muscle when I got to the top. The skin was red again as blood surged through the working muscle. Even though my abs hurt, I forced them to keep going, pulling my body up and down again and again. Finally I got to 50 reps and the teacher said, "Okay you can stop, Mike. That's the maximum. There's only one 9 year old in a hundred that can do 50 situps. You're an incredibly fit young man." I smiled as I looked up at the teacher's big body. Then I cranked out three more situps, just to show off. I was stoked.

I sprang up to my feet and stood in front of the other kids. Sweat was dripping off my abs. The muscles looked like a fucking washboard. And ran my fingers over the muscles and felt how hard they were. They were really pumped. I could feel every crevice of those corrugated muscles and they felt like solid steel. John I can see you're getting' excited. You remember what happened next don't you? What? You've thought about that moment for the rest of your life? Yeah, I'll bet you have. Well, you remember then that I looked over at you, the puniest, wimpiest kid in the class, a kid that could do no pushups, no pull-ups and no situps. But I saw you staring at my abs with your mouth wide open. It was like you couldn't believe what you were seeing. I yelled over at you. "John, you wanna feel these muscles? Come on over here and feel `em." I remember your eyes got so wide. Your eyes looked so excited. Yeah, kinda like they look right now. You raced over and put your little fingers on my abs. I remember the expression on your face when you felt how hard they were. I don't think you were expectin' them to be so hard. You looked so surprised. Then you ran your little wimp hands up and down the rippling muscle. You were feelin' every ridge and crevice, like you had never felt anything like that in your life. You poked your finger into the muscle, but it was so hard it was like you were pokin' into a brick. Then you placed your little hand flat on my abs and just felt the warm washboard of muscle. I flexed the muscle a couple of times under your hand. I said "How's that feel, John?" And I remember you said, "It's the most incredible thing I've ever felt in my life." Yeah, I guess it was, wasn't it John. A nine year old with fuckin' washboard six pack. A rock hard six pack that was so much harder and stronger than your flabby little gut it wasn't even funny. I'll bet you thought a lot about feelin' my abs that day, didn't you John. . What? You thought about it almost every day for years? That was the most incredible experience had ever hard? Geez, John, I never knew I had such a big effect on you. Oh yeah, I guess you're right. When you've got a crush on someone, you think about him all the time. And you especially think about the times you got to touch his muscles. You didn't get to touch my muscles much back then did you John? You were too shy I guess. What? You were afraid of me? You were afraid I'd smash your little body if you tried to touch my muscles. John, you know I'd never hurt you. I was sorry for you `cause you're such a wimp. But I guess you didn't know that. You just watched my muscles grow from a distance. I got to rub my hands up and down those hard abs every day, as much as I wanted. Shit, they were just normal to me. They were part of me. You had to stand back and just watch. Fuck, I guess that's what little wimps have to do.

Well, you don't have to stand at a distance now John. You can feel my muscles all you want. Feel my abs, John. Feel how fucking hard and shredded they are. My waist is only 29 inches and it's all solid muscle. I can do 1,000 situps now John without even trying hard. My abs are so hard and strong that big kids can punch `em as hard as they want and their fists just bounce off like they're hitting a brick wall. My abs are like a fuckin' corrugated sheet of steel armor. Yeah, rub your hands over those muscles just like you did in third grade. They're a lot bigger and harder now, aren't they John. Oh John, you're getting all excited again. You're rubbing your hands all over my abs just like you did in third grade. You're trying to poke your little fingers into the muscle but the muscle's like a fucking brick. Yeah, just like third grade, John, only the muscle's even harder. Yeah, put your hand on top of the muscle and feel it when I flex. Yeah, just like third grade, John. That muscle's flexin' and unflexin' under your little wimp hand. Feels good, doesn't it John. Feels like fuckin' corrugated iron when it flexes. Fuck, it feels like corrugated iron even when it's not flexed. My abs are solid muscle. They're always hard. Oh, John, now you're licking `em. Ooohh, that feels so good. I like the feeling of your tongue licking the hard ridges of my ab muscles. Yeah, the sweat tastes good, doesn't it John. You're cleaning out all that sweat from the crevices of my abs. I didn't take a shower after my workout this morning, so my body's still covered with sweat.

Hey, you're unzipping my shorts and pulling them off. See, my cock's hard too, just like yours. Only my cock's a lot bigger. Like twice as big. Yeah, smell my crotch. Real sweaty and smelly, ain't it. My workout shorts get totally wet when I work out. I work out so hard the sweat just pours off my body. And my crotch gets real sweaty and smelly. What? It smells good to you? Smells like a real muscle jock's sweat, huh. Well, I'm a muscle jock all right and I make a lot of muscle jock sweat when I work out. John, you're panting again. Your hands are all over me. You're squeezing my muscles like crazy while you're breathing in my strong crotch sweat. Your little cock's bulging under your shorts. Hey John. I know what you're up to. I know you wanna suck my big cock. You want this big cock shoved down your throat while you feel my huge muscles. You want me to fuck your face while you breathe in the pungent smell of my muscle jock crotch sweat and rub your little hands all over my big hard body. Yeah, I know what you want. But you gotta wait. I'm not done yet.

There. Good thing I'm strong. I can just lift you up and put you back in your chair. Now where were we? Oh yeah. Back to third grade. Well, the last physical fitness test was the run. We had to run twice around the track, about a quarter mile. I knew this was not gonna be a problem for me, `cause I loved to run. The teacher had a stopwatch. We all bunched up at the starting line. I didn't even try to get to the front. The teacher said "go" and we all took off. I stayed to the back for about 50 yards but then I couldn't believe how slow some of the kids were running. John, you were pathetic. I came up behind you and you were already breathing hard. I guess you never played any sports or did any running so you were totally out of shape. So I blasted by you. I think I hit you in the shoulder with my shoulder, not on purpose, I was just trying to get through. But I remember the force of my hit almost knocked you over. And I remember how bony your shoulder felt when my muscular shoulder hit it. What? You remember that too? You remember feeling the muscles in my shoulder when I almost knocked you over? And feeling the power of my body as it pushed you out of its way like you were a little twig or something? You remember all that like it was yesterday. Another Mike muscle memory, huh. You just love those Mike muscle memories, don't you little guy.

Well, by the time I had run 100 yards I had blasted by most of the other kids. There were about five of us boys in the front who were good runners and we soon were way out in front of the other kids, running in a pack. My legs felt real strong. By the time we finished one lap, the other boys who were running with me started getting tired. I could see they were breathing hard. Shit, I wasn't breathing hard at all. Running one little lap like that was easy for me. When I saw them getting tired and slowing down a little, I decided to speed up. I cranked my strong legs up a couple notches and they pumped like pistons in a race car. During the second lap I was running real fast, faster than any of the kids had run in the first lap. I was way ahead of everybody else. Just before I got to the finish line I saw you John staggering along at the end of your first lap. I don't think you ever made it beyond the first lap. Anyway, I remember when I ran by you I yelled something like "Get in shape, John" and then I ran across the finish line. I was 100 yards ahead of the next kid. The teacher looked at his stopwatch and I could see his mouth drop open. I think I set some kind of record or something. The other kids came up and congratulated me on winning the race and being in such good shape. A lot of them had petered out after one lap just like you John. They couldn't believe how fast I was running during that second lap. I was breathing hard right after I finished the race, but it only took me about 30 seconds to catch my breath and breathe normally again. I recover real fast after I run. All the kids stood around me looking at my sweaty body. I remember you were there John, staring at my pumped up muscles with your eyes as wide as saucers. I pulled up my shorts and flexed my legs. My quads were really bulging, they were so pumped from the hard running. The slabs of quad muscle were clearly visible under my skin. My skin was red from all the blood being pumped into the muscle and it was glistening with sweat. The hard muscle was pushing some veins up under the skin. Blood was surging through all that muscle. My calves were really pumped too. I could see the two heads of muscle bulging and they were crisscrossed with veins. One of the kids said, "Geez Mike, you really got strong legs. Look how much muscle you got." I looked down and flexed again. My big quads bulged at my command. I looked at the bulging muscle and said "Yeah. I got muscle." I knew I was a big strong kid.

Well, John. Check out these quads now. Here, I'll stand up and kick off my shorts. Now watch. BAM. See those monsters flex? One second they're a big mass of muscle and the next second they're solid rock. Yeah, feel `em John. Those big mothers are 26 inches around John. That's as big as your waist, isn't it? Each of my big thighs is as big as your waist and my thighs are solid muscle. Yeah, feel that muscle little man. Those big thighs can squat with 475 pounds. God they're strong. And they keep getting bigger and stronger. I added an inch of muscle and 50 pounds on my squat in the last four months. I got the strongest legs on the whole team. And they're gonna be even stronger by football season. I'll be able to drag those defenders down the field like they're little feathers. Yeah and check out my calves too. They're up to 19-1/2 inches. Yeah, rock hard solid muscle John. Feel it. I can do calf raises with 600 pounds. Those mothers are fuckin' strong! Oh and yeah, I can still run real fast. Even though my legs have gotten so big and strong, they're still really fast. I got the fastest time of all the running backs on the team. Only the receivers and cornerbacks are faster than me. But they're little runts and I'm a big stud. Oh, John, now you're licking my thighs. You like the salty taste of all that sweat? Yeah, I'll bet you do. You like feeling that solid muscle in my legs? Feels like rock, doesn't it. How'd you like to try to tackle those legs when they're charging ahead at full speed like a fuckin' bull? God, John they'd mow you over like you weren't even there. There's more muscle in one of my legs than in your whole body. Yeah, you might be right. There's probably twice as much muscle in one of my legs than in your whole body. My big legs are solid muscle and your little body's just bone and flab. Geez, you're goin' crazy again John. Your hands are goin' crazy feeling my muscles while you're licking `em with your little tongue. And I can see your cock is really pushin' on those shorts. Well, I'm gonna rip off your shorts so you're naked just like me. Whooops. Didn't know my own strength. Sorry I'm ripped them John. I just tore the fuckers off your little body. Well, maybe your mom can sew them back together. What? You wanna keep em ripped? You wanna look at those ripped shorts and think about my big muscles ripping them apart. Well okay. If that's what turns you on. Yeah, I know, my muscles totally turn you on. I think I've figured that out John.

Jesus, look how puny your little cock is compared to mine. It's hard but it looks like its only about four inches long and its real skinny. Look at my cock, John. It's nine inches long and its real thick. Yeah, your cock's small and skinny like your body and my cock's big and muscular like my body. Okay you can touch my cock for a minute John, just to feel how big and hard it is. Yeah its really hard ain't it. Like a steel pipe. A big, thick steel pipe. My big cock really turns you on, doesn't it John? Just like my muscles and my eyes. Seems like everything about me turns you on. Now I'm gonna feel your cock. God, its so thin. And I can squeeze it real easy. It's not nearly as hard as mine. Look, I can bend it with my fingers real easy. Look at my forearm muscles John. Look at the way they bulge when they're twistin' your little cock. Your cock's just so much smaller and softer than mine. My cock's like a battering ram and your cock's like a little twig. Oh John, now your getting all excited again. I can feel your cock get a little harder. You're really getting turned on again. Yeah, you can squeeze my cock as hard as you want but it won't matter. My cock's so hard and strong your little squeezes don't to shit to it. I bet you want that big cock in your mouth, don't you John. I bet you want me to jam that big cock down your throat while you're squeezing my big muscles. Yeah I know you do. But before you go totally wild over my cock and my body I gotta finish my story John. I'm not done yet.

 

Part 2

So after the physical fitness test the big muscular substitute teacher came up to me. He said I was a very special young man and that I had tremendous potential to grow big muscles just like him. He could see I was a fantastic athlete and he said he knew I was gonna be a star football player one day. Shit, I had never played football at all, but he said he knew I was gonna be a star. He said I was gonna be as big and strong as him one day if I worked out and ate lots of good food. I looked at his muscular body and thought to myself, "yeah, I wanna get big and strong like this guy." He told me to do some pushups, pull-ups and situps every day. And keep playin' sports and running. And eat lots of good food. Fuck, I was already doing that. My mom couldn't believe how much I was eating for only being nine years old. The teacher said when I got older and hit puberty I could start lifting weights and then my muscles would really take off and grow. And I'd get so strong I wouldn't believe it. It happened to him and it would happen to me. He flexed his arm one more time for me and said "That's gonna be your arm one day." I looked at that huge muscle and knew I wanted an arm like that. Well, John, it's all come true hasn't it? I wanted big muscles and I got `em. I got `em big time. Look at this arm, John. It's huge. Its's already as big as that teacher's. And its fuckin' strong as shit. Fuck, I've gotten so big and strong sometimes I don't believe it myself.

Well after I completely dominated the other kids in the physical fitness test, I was the total leader of not only my class but my whole grade. All the boys looked up to me and all of the girls had crushes on me. Oh, and I guess you had a crush on me too, didn't you John. Its amazing the amount of respect you get, even in third grade, when you have a great body and a good looking face. And when that body is the strongest and most athletic body in the whole grade, the respect is just overwhelming. I was by far the most popular kid in the whole school. Yeah, you remember don't you John. And I stayed popular `cause I never bullied anyone, even though I could have kicked every kid's ass without breaking a sweat. I was even nice to you John, even though you were such a wimp. It was great being so strong and so popular. All the boys wanted to be my friend. They wanted to play sports with me. I was the captain of every team. I got to choose what games we played. If I wanted to do something, they all wanted to do it too. I felt like a fucking king. I felt like a 9 year old king. And I was. I was the fucking king of all those kids. God it felt great being a strong and muscular kid. You've never known that feeling have you John? You've always been a total wimp all your life. You've never known what it feels like to be strong, muscular and a great athlete Well let me tell you it feels so fuckin' good. It feels fantastic to be big, strong and muscular and have all the other kids lookin' at you like you're a fuckin' god. It feels fantastic to be great at sports, to be the star player on every team. Oh shit, you're attacking me again John. I keep turning you on by talking about my muscles and how great it feels to be a muscle jock. Geez you really crave my body don't you. Well, down boy. I'm not done yet.

Well, I took the substitute teacher's advice and started doing pushups, pull-ups and situps every day. And I did hard running for my legs. What happened was amazing. Every day I could do one or two more pushups and situps and every couple of days I could do another pull-up. I couldn't believe it. My muscles were getting stronger every day! And they were getting bigger too. Once I started doin' the exercises, I started gaining weight. Solid muscle weight. I had been steadily putting on the pounds as I got older and taller, but when I started workin' out my muscles got on a big growth spurt. I guess they liked the challenge of the hard exercise and they wanted to get stronger so they could do more. Right away they grew bigger and stronger so they could do more pushups and stuff. My muscles have always liked to be challenged with hard work. They just get bigger and stronger so they can work even harder. Even though I had been a big eater before, after I started my workouts my appetite got even bigger. My mom said I was eating more food as a nine year old than most teenagers ate. But she fed me all I wanted and she was careful to feed me protein and stuff, not a bunch of junk food. And all that food turned into muscle.

I worked out three times a day. While school was still going I worked out at morning recess, at lunchtime and at afternoon recess. I always stripped off my shirt when I did my workouts. Kids would stand around and watch. I know you were one of those kids, weren't you John. I don't think you ever missed one of my workouts. Well, every workout I did as many pushups as I could do, as many pull-ups as I could do and as many situps as I could do. So I was doin' three sets to failure of each of those exercises every day. And I kept adding reps as I got bigger and stronger. After the exercises, I ran twice around the track as fast as I could. So I was running a quarter mile three times a day too. At the end of those workouts, my muscles were really pumped. My body was covered with sweat and the muscles were hard as rocks. My pecs were pushin' out of my chest, my arms were throbbing with muscle, my lats were flaring out on my back, my delts were bulging in my shoulders, my abs were shredded like corrugated steel and my legs were pumped and rippling with muscle. I felt really good after those workouts. My whole body felt alive and strong. A pump feels fantastic, John. I know you've never got a pump, but believe me it feels fantastic. After I was finished I would flex my muscles for the kids and they couldn't believe what they were seeing. Every day my muscles were getting bigger and stronger. They were big and strong before, but they got a lot bigger and stronger after I started workin' em out real hard. Before school was out, about three weeks after I started, I could do 60 pushups, 25 pull-ups and 125 situps. And I did `em three times a day. During that three weeks, I put on eight pounds of muscle. That's a lot of new muscle on an nine year old kid. Like I said, my muscles just exploded when I started workin' `em out real hard. They got on a real growth spurt with all that hard exercise making `em grow and get stronger. I was eating like a horse and with my hard workouts all that food was turning into solid muscle.

I remember one time during the last week of school I went into the boys' bathroom after my afternoon workout `cause I wanted to see my muscles in the mirror. A whole bunch of guys followed me in to watch. The bathroom was pretty small so only about 10 of `em got in. Were you there John? No? You got muscled out of the way by the bigger kids. You were out in the hall only dreamin' of what they were seeing. Well, now I'm gonna tell you John. You can pretend you were there. Yeah, I'll stand up in front of the mirror in your room here and do exactly what I did then. I stood in front of the mirror in my shorts. I couldn't see my quads because my shorts were too long. So I stripped off my shorts and stood there in just my briefs. Yeah, I know I don't have any briefs on now, John. Just pretend I do. I had just finished my afternoon workout so my muscles were totally pumped. My skin was really tan and it was covered with sweat. I had put on seven pounds of muscle in the last three weeks and had gotten a lot bigger and stronger. First, I just stood there in front of the mirror totally relaxed. Yeah, look at how I'm standing now John. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I had blond hair then, and I wore it in a spiky buzz cut, with the hair standing straight up about an inch. I thought it looked real cool. It did look real cool. Just like now, I had wide cheekbones and my teeth were perfectly straight and bright white. My face was really good lookin'. I looked at my blond hair, my hazel eyes and my face in the mirror and thought to myself that I was one fucking good-lookin' kid. Then I looked at my muscles. Even without flexing, my muscles looked fantastic. They had obviously gotten a lot bigger in the last three weeks. My pecs were bulging out of my chest. Yeah, like this John. Feel `em. Yeah. My pecs were a fraction of the size they are now, but they were definitely bigger than they were three weeks before. My pecs looked really big. And they were real solid. Big, hard and solid from all those pushups. As my arms hung down at my sides I could see that they had gotten a lot bigger. I could see the biceps and triceps bulging slightly in my upper arms, ready to flex at my command. Yeah John. Look at those big guns hangin' on me now. My arms looked just like that John, only smaller. They were really muscular, John. I was just an nine year old kid, but from all those pushups and pull-ups I already had muscular arms. My shoulders had also thickened up with muscle. They looked real wide compared to my waist. I moved my arms back and forth a little, and I could see the fibers flexing in my delts. Yeah, just like this, John. See those big fibers? Yeah, they're really thick aren't they. Probably about two or three inches of thick muscle on my shoulders now. I don't know how much muscle I had in them then, but it looked like a lot as I moved my arms back and forth in front of the mirror. Yeah, feel those delts John. Try to push your fingers into the muscle. I won't even flex. Real thick and solid ain't it? That muscle's real strong. Those delts can press 275 pounds for reps John. I could press your little body up and down with one arm and it wouldn't even be hard for me. That's how strong those delts are.

Back to the boys room. I couldn't believe how muscular I had gotten. The other kids couldn't believe it either. They were staring at my body as I just stood there relaxed in front of the mirror. Then I flexed my lats. BAM! The muscles just popped out under my armpits. The kids in the bathroom gasped as they saw that muscle explode. After all those pull-ups, my lats had gotten real big. And they were real strong too. They were strong before, but after I shocked them with three sets of pull-ups to failure every day they got real strong. They could now do 25 pull-ups, way more than any other kid in the school, even the older kids. And they were a lot bigger too. None of the other kids had any lats at all, and there I was with slabs of muscle flaring out under my armpits on my nine year old body. I actually had a V shape to my upper body, with my wide muscular shoulders and my wings of lat muscle slashing down to my athletic waist. I looked real good standing there in front of that mirror. Yeah, feel how big my lats are now, John. They're huge slabs of muscle now. You can hardly wrap your little fingers around those big muscles can you John? Yeah, my lats are huge.

Then, standing in front of that mirror I looked down at my abs. Even relaxed, they looked like a fuckin' washboard. They had gotten a lot more defined and shredded in the three weeks I had been workin' em. Workin' those babies with situps to failure three times a day made `em grow real hard and real strong. Then I flexed `em and they got so shredded and hard they looked like corrugated steel. The other kids couldn't believe what they were seeing. They started yelling and screaming as they watched my incredible muscle display. BAM! Yeah John I just flexed my abs. Feel `em little guy. Don't they feel like fuckin' bricks? Yeah. Well they felt like bricks when I was only nine years old. I've always had great abs. Since third grade I've never had an ounce of fat on my body. Yeah, feel `em John. Like a fuckin' washboard ain't it. Try to poke your fingers in. Hah! Yeah, you can't make even a tiny dent. Those mothers are like fuckin' rocks. Oh, you like to rub my thin skin over the muscle? You think that looks and feels cool having my paper thin skin roll up and down over the ripples of rock hard muscle. Yeah John. No fat underneath that skin. I got just bone and muscle and skin. I'm rock solid John. God your little cock looks excited. Its starting to twitch around all by itself. You really like my abs don't you John. I know you wanna jump on my big body right now John. I know you wanna jump on my body and run your little hands up and down my shredded abs. But you gotta wait John. I'm not done yet.

So after checking out my abs in the boys bathroom mirror, I looked down at my legs. All that hard running had made my legs get real big and muscular. And they were totally pumped `cause I had just finished running a quarter mile at full speed. My skin was still red and I could see veins criss-crossing over the pumped muscle even though it wasn't flexed. My thighs looked like masses of muscle. Then I flexed `em. In an instant those masses of muscle sprang to attention and became shredded slabs of muscle. All the kids yelled when they saw that. I stood there in front of the mirror looking at my muscles. Even I couldn't believe my legs had gotten so muscular. I couldn't believe my whole body had gotten so muscular. It seemed like a switch had turned on within my body when I started working out. My muscle growth switch. The muscle growth switch was in the "on" position and my muscles were growin' like crazy. I was amazed at the size and hardness of my own muscles as I looked at my buff nine year old body in the mirror.

Then one of the kids yelled, "Flex those guns Mike. Flex those big arms!" I looked at him and smiled. Then, BAM! I hit a double biceps pose. Yeah, I hit a double biceps pose and the kids went wild. My arms were way bigger than they had been three weeks before. I didn't measure `em then, but I bet they were a half-inch bigger than before. My biceps were way bigger than golf balls now. I could see the fibers flexing under my skin. I could see a lot of veins too. Both my biceps and my triceps had gotten a lot bigger in that three week period of working out. While I was flexing my arms, one of the kids stripped off his shirt and flexed his arms next to mine. Jesus, what a difference. His arms looked like little sticks while my arms were bulging with muscle. All the other kids laughed as they saw the difference. The kid turned to me and said "Man, your arm is so big!" I looked at my muscular arm and said "Yeah it is, ain't it. Pretty fuckin' big. But you ain't seen nothin' yet. This gun's gonna get huge!" Then I flexed it again, right in the kid's face. His eyes almost popped out of his head as he saw the bulging muscle. "Squeeze it," I said. The kid wrapped his fingers around my flexed bicep and squeezed. "Jesus Christ!" he yelled. "It feels like a fuckin' rock. I'm squeezin' as hard as I can and I can't make even a tiny dent in that fuckin' big muscle." All the other kids were staring in disbelief. They couldn't believe how big and hard my bicep was. "That mother's just gonna keep getting bigger and stronger," I said to the kid. I wasn't trying to brag. I was just telling the truth. I had total confidence in my body.

Yeah, after just three weeks of workin' out, I knew I was gonna have big muscles. I knew it then and it all came true, didn't it John. Yeah, flex your little arm John. I'll flex in back of you. God, your arm is even smaller than I thought any arm could be. It's like a little straw. Look at how tiny it looks in front of my huge gun. Geez John. I got eighteen inches of solid muscle and you got about 10 inches of skin and bone. Geez. You're like a fuckin' skeleton next to me. Yeah, you can feel it again. You always want to feel my big arms don't you John. Hey that's quite a feel. Now you've grabbed on to the top of my bicep with your two little hands and you're hangin from my big muscle in mid-air. Geez, you're so light. You're like a fuckin' feather. Yeah and even though you're hangin' from my bicep, my peak is still as high as it always is. The weight of your puny body doesn't make any dent in that hard muscle at all, does it John. My bicep was as hard as a rock in third grade and its harder now. God John. You're swingin' around on my muscle like a skinny little Tarzan and your puny cock is rock hard. You look like you're havin' a real good time John. What? You're havin' the best time of your whole life? Yeah, well I can understand that. A gay guy whose had a crush on me since third grade now has my big body flexing for him for his total pleasure. I guess that would qualify as the best time in your life!

Well, after school was out I kept up my training. I went up to the playground three times a day and did my workouts. One day after about a week when I was workin' out I met a high school kid who had a big, muscular body. His body was almost as big as the substitute teacher's. I was really impressed by this kid's body. I wanted to look like him one day. He said he was 16 years old and played football. He was a running back. Yeah, John, he was the same age I am now. He told me how good I looked for a kid. He couldn't believe I was only nine years old. We started talking about my workouts. I told him what I was doing. One set of pushups, pull-ups and situps to exhaustion and running the quarter mile as fast as I could, three times a day. He looked at my body and said I had obviously had great success with that so far. But he said I should do all three of my sets at the same time. The first set should be a warm up. Just enough to get my muscles pumped. Twenty-five pushups. Fifteen pull- ups. Fifty situps. That was all a piece of cake for me. Only rest about a minute between sets, he said. You wanna keep the pump in the muscles. Then the second set should be as many reps as I can do without killing myself. Right then that was 75 pushups, 28 pull-ups and 175 situps. I had gotten so strong I could do that many reps without strainin' too hard. Another minute's rest. And then the third set should be the killer. I should do as many reps as I possibly could, forcing my muscles to squeeze out the last few reps I could possibly do even if my body was wracked with pain. I might not actually do as many reps in the third set as the second set, but my muscles would be burnin' and totally pumped. And those muscles would grow and get stronger `cause they had been worked so hard. That's the way to build big muscles, he said. And those big muscles will grow and get really strong. And you should do the same for your running, he said. Start off with a quarter mile warm-up. Not too fast. Then after a minute's rest---like I said, I need less than a minute to get my breath back---run another quarter mile as fast as you can without killing yourself. Then another minute's rest. Then do your last "set". Run that fuckin' quarter mile as fast as you can. When you're done, you're legs will be so pumped and bulging you won't believe it. And the next day those legs will be bigger and stronger. You're gonna be a total stud, he said. And be sure to rest a couple days a week, he said. Your body's still young, so it doesn't need as much rest as an older guy's. But take a couple of days off each week, he said. You can bet your muscles will be growin' those days.

God, I was stoked. I was getting some great training advice from a kid who obviously knew what he was talking about. I just had to take one look at his buff body to know that. So I did like he said. I did three sets all at once. Wow. I could tell the difference on the first day. My muscles got totally pumped but really sore after those three grueling sets. It was that good hurting feeling. The feeling of my muscles being totally pumped and burnin'. It was like my muscles were popping out of my skin. Even though I was sore, that pump felt great. It was the best pump I had had so far. Ya know John a pump feels great! You never felt a pump before because your little wimp muscles can't work out hard enough to get a good pump. But I tell you a good pump feels almost as good as sex. Your muscles are all flushed with blood and alive. You have hormones surging through your body. You feel like a total stud. You flex your muscles and see them bulge with rock hard muscle. It's almost as good as an orgasm. Yeah, that's how I felt after that first extreme workout. I didn't know then what an orgasm felt like, but my body felt fantastic! That evening I ate more food than ever. When we had chicken, I could usually eat three or four pieces. That night I ate seven pieces. Two drumsticks, two thighs, and three breasts. I ate more than a whole fuckin' chicken in one meal. My mom and dad couldn't believe it. Plus I ate lots of rice and vegetables and three glasses of milk. I was really hungry.

When I got on the scale the next morning, I had gained a pound of muscle. A pound of muscle in one day. And all my soreness had gone away. My muscles felt great. They felt really strong. And they proved it in my workout. In my last "killer" set, I could do two more pushups, one more pull-up and five more situps than the day before. God I felt great. John do you know what it feels like to gain a pound of muscle and see yourself getting stronger in one day? No? You've always been totally weak, so you don't know what its like to gain muscle fast and feel yourself get stronger fast. Well, John let me tell you it feels fantastic. I felt fantastic. I dove into my next workout with the fuckin' fury of a tiger. I tell you John, when you're workin' out and puttin' on muscle every day, you feel like an animal. Like a young tiger. You feel like you could conquer anything in the world. That's the way I felt that summer after third grade. I felt like a young tiger, growin' bigger and gettin' stronger every day. I felt great! I felt like a young stud.

Yeah, John. I still feel that way now. I'm still putting on muscle every day. I'm still getting taller, bigger and stronger. Yeah, I feel like an animal John. I feel like tiger. A strong, muscular tiger. Top of the food chain John. You wanna get crushed by one of this tiger's paws, John? You do? You wanna feel how strong this tiger is? Well, John, this tiger's the strongest of the strong. All the other tigers cringe when they see this tiger come towards them. This tiger's young, but he's already the king of all the tigers. He's the king of the jungle John. Yeah, that's the tiger you're lookin' at. You're just a little pussycat and I'm a big young muscular tiger. John, you're gettin' all excited again. Hey, you're attacking the tiger. You better be careful or the tiger might crush you. You're nothing to the tiger John, you know that don't you. The tiger could crush your wimpy little ribcage without even trying hard. What John? You wanna be crushed by the tiger? You really do? Okay, I'll give you a little sample of what the tiger can do. The tiger's wrapping his arms around your chest John. What's the matter John? You're not breathing anymore. Your face is turning red. Oh, are the tiger's arms so strong they're squeezing all the air out of your lungs? Yeah, they are, aren't they John. Look at the tiger's lats John. They're bulging out because they're helping the tiger's big arms crush your puny body. Your little body's being pulled into the giant pecs of the tiger by the brute force of his big, muscular arms and lats. Do you feel the hard round muscle of the tiger's pecs pushing into your flat little chest? Yeah, the tiger's pec muscles are harder than your chest, aren't they. The tiger's muscle is like rock. Bulging rock. Now the tiger's letting go and putting his big paw on the back of your head. He's rubbing your face across the big hard muscles of his pecs. He knows you love his pecs. He wants you to feel `em up close and personal. Feel how big and hard those pecs are John. Feel how the tiger's big nipples push into your cheeks like iron spikes. Yeah, the tiger's nipples get real hard and erect when the tiger's turned on. Those big nipples get pushed out by his big pecs and they're real big and hard. Hey, John you're going crazy again. You're licking the tiger's big hard nipples. You're suckin' em and rubbing your tongue all over them. Geez, the tiger's gettin' real excited John. But you're even more excited. You're running your hands all over the tiger's muscles, rubbing your face all over his big pecs and sucking his hard nipples.. Your little cock is twitching. You're goin' crazy again John. I guess you really like the tiger even though he can crush you like a grape. Okay, down boy. The tiger will be all yours in a few minutes. But I'm not done yet.

 

Part 3

I worked out all summer and my muscles kept gettin' bigger and stronger. My friends just couldn't believe how muscular I had gotten. I found out that peewee football was going to start at the end of August and I knew I wanted to play. I had played soccer since I was 5 years old, but now I wanted to play football. You couldn't really use your muscles in soccer except to kick the ball. You couldn't hit other players or anything. In football you got to hit other guys as hard as you wanted. The harder you hit `em the more the coach liked you. And when you had big muscles you could hit other kids real hard. And when they tried to hit you, if you had big muscles you could just blast right through `em, knocking them over with your big strong body. I knew I was gonna love football. I convinced my dad to sign me up. My dad was real proud of how big and strong I had gotten. A lot of parents were afraid their son might get hurt, but my dad took one look at my body and knew I wasn't gonna get hurt. Maybe some other kids were gonna get hurt by my strong body, but I sure wasn't gonna get hurt. During the summer I had put on another 8 pounds of muscle. In the three months after I won the physical fitness contest and started working out, I had gained 15 pounds of muscle and an inch in height. Puttin' fifteen pounds of new muscle on a nine year old is a lot of fucking muscle John. As a percentage of my bodyweight, that's the most muscle I've ever added in three months. Like a said before, my muscle growth switch was definitely turned on. It was on and runnin' at full throttle. My genes were tellin' my body to get bigger stronger. Like I told you, I was already a muscular kid before I started workin' out and eating big. After that three months I was incredible. My friends called me the Terminator `cause my muscles were so big and strong.

When I showed up for the first day of football practice I was wearin' just some workout shorts and sneakers. I wasn't wearing a shirt. I never wore a shirt. I walked up to the man who looked like he was in charge and said I wanted to play football. He looked at me and said. "Sorry son, the tryouts for the 12-14 year olds are tomorrow. You're a day too early." I looked at him and said, "Coach, I'm only nine." His mouth dropped open. "You're only nine? I can't believe it. I've never seen a nine year old that looked like you." I smiled. "Well, you're seein' one now," I said. Then, just to show off I raised my right arm and flexed it. My arm was huge for an nine year old. I had gained another half inch on my arm during the summer. My arm was probably bigger than the arms on most 12 year olds. "I've been doin' pushups and pull-ups and situps all summer coach and all that work really paid off. I've put on 15 pounds of muscle in four months. I can do 300 pushups, 60 pullups and 750 situps without stopping. I've gotten real strong." I put my hands on my hips and flexed my pecs, my lats and my abs. The coach's eyes almost popped out of his head. I'm sure he never saw muscle like that on a nine year old. Then I made my hand into a fist and pounded it a couple of times into my abs. Then I pounded it into my pecs. There were loud smacking sounds as my fist hit the rock hard muscle. "My muscle's really hard," I said. "It's strong and it's hard." I wasn't bragging. I was just telling the truth. The coach didn't say anything. He just stood there with his mouth wide open, slowly nodding his head. "And I've been doin' a lot of hard runnin' too. My legs are real fast and real strong." I flexed my quads and the big muscles bulged with slabs of hard fibers. The coach's eyes just stared at my big legs. "Feel `em coach." The coach's eyes were bulging out of his head as he looked at my big quads. Slowly he reached over and put his fingers on my hard muscle. I flexed extra hard and the slabs of quad muscle really bulged with striations like steel cords showing through my tan skin. He rubbed his hand up and down the hard muscle. Then he pushed his fingers in as hard as he could but it was like he was pushing on rock. I grinned as I saw how impressed he was with my body. Then I flexed my arm and put it right in front of his face. Almost by reflex, he pulled his hand away from my leg and put it on my flexed upper arm. He felt the big, hard muscle bulge in his hand. My flexed bicep and tricep were so big that he could hardly get his hand around my upper arm. He squeezed his fingers into my bicep, but just like my quads the muscle was so hard he couldn't make even a tiny dent. "Oh my god," he said in a low voice as he saw and felt my big nine year old muscles. "Do you think I'm big enough and strong enough to play on your team?" I grinned because I knew I was definitely bigger and stronger than any of the other players. The coach ran his hand slowly up and over my delt and pecs, feeling the bulging muscle the whole time. Then he said, "Son, you're big enough and strong enough to BE the whole team. Welcome to the Tigers!" He reached out and shook my hand. I gripped his hand real hard and he seemed surprised at how hard I could squeeze. I kinda crunched his hand I was squeezin' so hard and he made a face. That was real fun, squeezin' that big man's hand so hard like that. I thought to myself that I was really going to like being a Tiger. That's what I felt like, a strong young tiger. So being one of the Tigers was perfect for me.

Then I walked over to the other players. I knew a lot of them from school. They took one look at me and started yelling "Holy shit, Mike's gonna be on our team. Mike's gonna be a Tiger! We're gonna win! We're gonna kick everybody's ass! The Tigers are gonna rule. Mike's on our team!" I felt real great as the kids came over and gave me high fives. It felt real good being treated like the star player before I had even made one play of football. But that's the way I've always been treated. I've always been treated like a star, like a big stud star. And fuck, John, as you can see I am! Hey, if you got it flaunt it, right? Well, I got it. And I've had it since I was a little kid. God, John, you're attacking my body again. You wanna feel my muscles just like the coach did when I was nine. Yeah, you can feel `em all you want, John. Feel that big arm. Feel how big and hard and strong it is. Yeah, it's been big and hard and strong ever since I was a kid, John. My arms have always been big and hard and strong. Now they're the biggest, hardest and strongest arms in the whole fucking high school.

Yeah, John. I've always been big and strong. That's just the way life has always been for me. Big and strong. And what about you, John? Oh yeah. You've always been puny and weak. That's the way life has been for you. Always puny and weak. Well, John, now your little puny and weak body gets to do whatever it wants with my big and strong body. Yeah, you've been dreaming about this since third grade, haven't you John. You're starting to pant again John. Your little cock is so hard. Now you're licking my big bicep. Ohh, that feels good. Kinda tickles. Yeah, lick my big muscles John. Lick that huge tricep too. It gets jealous sometimes when the bicep gets all the attention. But that tricep is even bigger that the bicep. Oohh that feels good John. My tricep is lovin' it. God, the whole front of my arm is wet with your spit. Yeah, it's real slick. Yeah, rub your face all over those muscles John. Feel how big and hard they are. Yeah, they feel like warm rock don't they. Yeah, they could crush your little face real easy. Yeah, go ahead and bite the bottom of my arm. Try to bite that big tricep. Hehehe. Just kind of tickles. Doesn't hurt at all. My tricep's way too hard for it to be hurt by your little bites. Feels like a little mouse biting it. Oooh, now you're moving your face down into my big armpit. Smell that sweat, John. Yeah, that armpit sweat has a real strong smell doesn't it. I worked out real hard and my armpits got real, real sweaty. The sweat was just drippin' off my body and my armpits just oozed with sweat. Yeah, they're still sweaty aren't they John. Yeah, lick off that sweat. Tastes real salty doesn't it. Yeah, I know. You think it tastes great. And you think my big armpit smells great too. Yeah, that's the smell of a big muscle jock John. That's the smell us big jocks make when we work out our muscles with weights so heavy you can't even imagine it. Our big muscles push and pull those heavy weights and they get so pumped and hot it's incredible. The sweat starts pourin' out of our skin `cause our muscles are workin' so hard and gettn' so pumped and hot. Yeah, smell that sweat John. Lick that sweat. Smell and lick the sweat of a real muscle jock. Now I'm lowering my arm and crushing your face inside my big armpit. My armpit's about four times as big as yours, ain't it John. Yeah, that's because my muscles are so big. Big muscles mean a big armpit. Yeah, feel all that muscle wrapped around your little face. What? You feel so safe and secure with your little head buried in my big armpit? You're getting all turned on by the feeling of all that muscle wrapped around your head? Yeah, I bet you are. Your little cock is so hard it's twitching. Yeah, smell that sweat John. Feel all that muscle. Feel how hard it gets when I flex it. Hard as rock, ain't it. I could crush your head if I wanted to. Yeah, I'm a total stud. You don't have to tell me, John. I know it already. But its kinda fun when you keep telling me all this stuff. Like how big and muscular I am. How much bigger and stronger I am than you are. How hard my muscles are. How strong I am. How good looking I am. How beautiful my eyes and my face are. How you love to feel my body and smell my sweat. How good that sweat tastes and smells. How you can hardly wait to suck my big cock and feel that monster pound up your little ass. How I turn you on more than anything or anyone you've ever seen or touched in your life. Yeah, I get the idea John. With all this worshipping I feel like I'm like a fuckin' God to you. What? I am your God and you want to worhip my body with all your heart? You want me so much you can hardly stand it? Geez John, I guess I really turn you on. And I'm gettin' into it John. I kinda like all your worship. Makes me feel like a stud. Makes me feel like a total muscle stud. Makes me horny as hell. Yeah John, we're both gettin' totally turned on. You're gonna cum so much today your cock's gonna almost fall off your body from all the cumming it's gonna do. Yeah, you're so excited I know. You want my big body and my big cock right now. Yeah John, we're gonna have totally wild sex. But you gotta wait, little man. I'm not done with my story yet. You asked for this story and you're gonna get it.

So I joined the Tigers football team. One funny thing that happened on the first day of practice was when the coach started handing out the shoulder pads. They didn't have shoulder pads that were big enough for me! My chest and shoulders were so big that those little pads that fit the other nine year olds didn't even come close to fitting around my big shoulders. The coach had to get some pads from the 12 year old team that would fit me. The nine year old uniforms were too small too. My big legs wouldn't fit into the pants and with the big pads, my chest and shoulders wouldn't fit under the jerseys. So he had to get a 12 year old uniform for me too. Luckily there was a Tigers 12 year old team so the uniform was the same color. I chose Number 44. I still wear that number. Number 44, Mike Savage, AllAmerican stud jock. That's me. John, did you know the number four means "death" in Chinese? Yeah, it does. Some Asian guy told me that once. So my number 44 means "double death" in Chinese. And believe me, that's what the opposing players think when I hit `em. They think they're gonna die when they get hit by my big body.

Some of the kids on the team had been playing football for two years, but right away I became the best player on the team. It only took me about a week to learn how to throw, catch, run with the football and tackle other players. I guess I was a natural born football player. I could throw the ball the farthest of any of the players. I could jump up real high and catch the ball. I could run with the ball right through the defense. I just mowed `em down like they were toothpicks. It took two or three kids to get me down. And I could tackle like a monster. I was so big and fast and strong I could tackle any kid who came anywhere near me. Sometimes I'd just hit him with my big shoulders and smash him to the ground. Other times I'd wrap my arms around him and throw him down on the ground like a sack of garbage. I was invincible. I was a total stud. I played running back on offense and linebacker on defense. I was bigger and stronger than any of the defensive linemen, but by playing linebacker I had the most flexibility to get to the player with the ball and smash him. I had to watch myself when I was practicing with my own teammates, `cause I didn't want to hurt `em. They knew that even though I was way bigger and stronger than them, I wouldn't hurt their little asses `cause we were all on the same team.

Well, after a couple weeks of practice, we played our first game. We played the Raiders, a team from the other side of town. The Raiders wore silver and black uniforms with pirates on their helmets, just like the pro team. They were from a tough part of town, and my friends on the team told me they had beaten the Tigers last year by the score of 35 to 0. They had kicked our little asses. They had one player on their team named Joey who was their star. Joey was big and strong and last year he completely dominated the little eight year olds on the Tigers. My friends were talking about Joey like he was some kind of gorilla. Big, strong, tough and mean. He loved to hit the smaller kids hard with his big body and make `em suffer. He was a real mean dude. They were lookin' at me while they talked about Joey. I knew they were wondering if I was as big and strong as Joey, maybe even bigger and stronger. Boy, they were sure hoping I was. They knew how big and strong I was, but they didn't know how much bigger and stronger Joey had gotten from last year. After they were done talking about Joey, I just calmly looked down at my body and said "That fucker's a piece of toast. I'm gonna kick his fat ass all the way across the field." I was totally confident in my body. I've always been totally confident in my body. Joey didn't scare me in the least. I was looking forward to smashing my big body into his big body.

The Raiders arrived at our field and right away they started giving us trash talk. Real ugly street trash talk. I wasn't used to hearing nine year olds talk like that. "You little Tiger pussies ready to get your asses whipped again? We're gonna fuck you up read good. We're gonna smash your little pussy asses so bad you'll wish you stayed home with mommy. Joey's even bigger and badder than he was last year. He's gonna wipe the field with your little asses. We're all gonna wipe the field with you little dorks. You're gonna wish you never put on a football uniform." Those Raiders were the most obnoxious kids I had ever met. I looked over and spotted Joey. He was pretty obvious. He was a big kid all right. He was about the same height as me and he probably outweighed me by about 10 pounds. But I could see that a lot of his weight was fat. Unlike me, Joey still had all of his baby fat, and he had a lot of it. He was a big kid who was used to using his bulk to push around the smaller kids on the field. He didn't know yet that I was all muscle. I just stood there smiling as the Raiders gave us their trash talk. I could hardly wait to hit Joey's big body. My teammates didn't say much either. But after another round of insults, one of them yelled "We're not the same team as last year. We got a player who's bigger and stronger than Joey. He's gonna kick Joey's ass." My whole team looked over at me and so did the Raiders. I was as tall as Joey, but to the Raiders I must have looked a lot smaller than him. My waist was real small and my big shoulders and chest were hidden under my shoulder pads. If they had looked carefully they would have seen how big my legs were, but I don't think they noticed. They just knew Joey was huge and he was gonna kick my ass. "Yeah, right," said a Raider. "Joey's way bigger than that kid. He's gonna grind that new kid into the ground." Joey looked at me and snarled. "I'm gonna smash you into a bloody pulp, dork," he said. "You little punks ain't shit to me." I looked at Joey and just smiled. Then I raised my arm and flexed my bicep. Even under my football jersey, all the kids could see my big bicep bulging like a baseball. "Holy shit!" yelled one of the Raiders. "Little punk, huh. We'll see who's the punk," I said as I stared at Joey, who all of a sudden didn't look so cocky.

We kicked off to the Raiders and one of their small players made it back to the 25 yard line before he was tackled by my teammates. Then they lined up for their first offensive play. Joey was the running back, the same position I played on offense. He was used to taking the ball and just barreling his way through the defense. I lined up as a linebacker. When the ball was snapped I burst forward through their line so fast they didn't know what hit `em. Not only was I really strong, I was really fast. There were a couple of offensive linemen in my way and I just pushed `em aside like little insects. The quarterback handed the ball to Joey and he started to take a step forward. But just then I hit him so hard and with so much power that he instantly went backwards. I just lowered my big shoulder and smashed it into his body as hard as I could. I don't think he could believe what hit him. I bet it felt like a Mack truck rather than a nine year old kid. My hit was so hard the ball came flying out of his arm before he landed on the ground on his back. It was a fumble. I scooped it up and ran the 25 yards to the goal line. I held the ball high over my head while all the Tigers yelled. The score after one play---Tigers 6, Raiders 0. I walked back to Joey and dropped the ball on his pulverized body, which was still stretched out on the ground. "You still gonna smash me into the ground, fatboy?" I said, standing over him like a conquering warrior. As Joey stared up at me in disbelief at what had just happened, I pulled up the bottom of my jersey and flexed my abs. Now they could see what my small waist was made of. Joey's eyes got real wide and all of the Raiders gasped as they saw my rippling, shredded washboard of muscle. "No fat on that body, Joey," said one of my friends. "Mike's solid muscle. And that solid muscle's gonna have a lot of fun today smashing into you. Last year you had a lot of fun smashing your big body into us. Now you're gonna feel what it's like to get smashed by a big, muscular kid. Mike's gonna have tons of fun hittin' you, right Mike?" I smiled and nodded my head. I was gonna have tons of fun hittin' Joey.

So after scoring the extra point, we kicked off again. This time our team was so jazzed that my friends tackled their guy on the 15 yard line. On their first offensive play, they tried handing the ball to Joey again. I guess their coach thought the last play was a fluke. After all, Joey had never run for less than five yards in his life. He was their star. This time he grabbed the ball with both hands so he wouldn't fumble. He tried running forward, but I got to him just as fast as the first time. Before he could even cross the line of scrimmage I wrapped my big arms around him, kinda lifted him up, and threw him on the ground. He hit the ground with a loud thud, I had thrown him so hard. The force of my tackle knocked the wind out of him and he was slow getting up. Well, the Raiders tried to run the ball with Joey for two more downs and each time I smashed his fat body into the ground with my strong muscles. By the time it was fourth down, they were backed up to their three yard line. They kicked the ball. I probably could have run in and blocked the punt. Their little linemen were nothing to me. But I wanted a chance to play offense. I wanted to run with the ball.

They managed to kick the ball about 25 yards. So we started first and ten at the Raiders' 20 yard line. A piece of cake. I lined up as the running back. Joey lined up as a linebacker just like I had done with him. We snapped the ball and Joey came charging through the line. Our little linemen were no match for his big body. But then our quarterback handed the ball to me and things changed for Joey. I tucked the ball under my right arm and started charging forward. I knew my legs were big and strong from all those hard running workouts. Now I'd see if they were big enough and strong enough to blast through Joey's tackle. My legs were movin' like big pistons. Joey hit me with his shoulderpads and wrapped his arms around my waist. I'm sure he thought the force of his big body would push me back. But it didn't. My butt and my legs were so strong that I just kept moving forward. I just powered my way forward, dragging Joey along for the ride. After about three or four steps dragging him along, I twisted my waist and literally threw him off, tossing him off my body like a sack of shit. Then I ran into the end zone, scoring another touchdown. My legs and my butt were so strong that Joey's tackle didn't slow me down at all. Geez I felt great after that run. I felt like a total stud. I knew my body was so strong that I was gonna be a great football player. Joey tried over and over again to tackle me but I was way too strong for him. It took Joey plus one or two more players to bring me down. I felt like such a star. A big, strong, fucking star. And yeah, John. I still am. I've been the star player on every team I've ever played on.

Hey John, why don't you pretend you were Joey and try to tackle me. I'll run forward in your room here and you try to tackle me. Yeah, I know you've never played football before. Just hit me as hard as you can with your shoulders and grab me by the waist. Try to pull me down. You'll get to see just how strong my butt and legs are. Okay John here I come. God, I could hardly feel your hit. You're so weak it felt like a feather hitting my body. Yeah, try to hold on John. Look how easy it is for me to drag you along. You're nothing to me John. My legs and my musclebutt are so strong they can drag guys who are twice as heavy as you. You're just like a little twig holding on to my big body. There. I twisted my waist just like I did to Joey and you just flipped off. Too weak to hold on, huh John? Yeah. Most guys are. When I'm runnin' down the field at full power nobody can hold on and stop me. I'm way too strong.

Let me show you my musclebutt John. The power for my running comes from both my big legs and my firm, round musclebutt. I can leg press over 1,000 pounds for reps. My butt is really strong. Yeah, look at those muscles, John. See how big and round they are? Those are called glutes. Yeah, feel `em John. Yeah, they're really hard aren't they. Round and hard. Watch this. See the striations of muscle when I flex? Yeah, even my butt is ripped. No fat on that butt. Oh John that feels really good when you roll your fingers all over my musclebutt. Real sensual. Yeah, try to put your fingers into my crack. Haha. Yeah, the muscle's way too hard ain't it. You can't get your finger in even a fraction of an inch. It's like my crack is sealed with steel. Okay, now let me relax the muscle. Okay, now try. Ummmm. That feels real good. Your little finger got in about two inches. Now feel this! Hehehe! I just about broke your finger, didn't I John. I flexed my big glutes and I bet it felt like a steel vise clamping down on your little finger. Hehehe. And you can't even pull your finger out. It's trapped by my hard muscle. Okay, I'll relax now. Oh, John, that feels so good. You're licking my butt and running your hands all over my abs and my legs and my cock. Oh John, you really know how to turn a guy on. Now you're sucking on my glutes, trying to suck that muscle into your mouth. But my glutes are way too hard for that. Even relaxed those muscles are really hard. But it sure feels good having your mouth sucking on the muscle and your tongue licking all the sweat off my hot skin. Yeah, my butt's really round and hard, ain't it John. All the girls really like my butt. They say it's totally sexy. A real round, firm, muscle butt. Yeah, try to bite the muscle John. You can't get your teeth into that muscle can you. It's way too hard. I can feel your teeth trying to bite, but that bite doesn't feel like anything to my hard glutes. My muscle's way harder than your bite. Oh, John. Now you're rimming your tongue into my crack. How's that taste, John? Lots of sweat in that crack ain't there. I bet it tastes real salty. I bet is smells good too. Smells like the crack of a real muscle jock doesn't it John? Yeah, lots of sweat oozing out of that crack when I work out my big muscles with huge weights. Yeah that sweat smells real good, doesn't it John. Tastes good too, huh. Yeah, and that crack's real tight ain't it John? It's as hard as rock. No way anyone could fuck that crack unless I wanted them to. It might be kinda fun for me to let someone put their little cock in a couple of inches. Then I'd flex my glute muscles and crush their little cock like a piece of fruit. That would be real fun. Would you like to try that when we're done with the interview, John? You would? You wanna get your little cock crushed by my big glutes? Well, if I let you do that you're gonna have to let me fuck your little ass. Except your little ass won't be strong enough to keep my big hard cock from going in all the way. Your little ass is way too weak to hold back my big dick. My big cock would just bash through your weak little crack muscles and I'd thrust my crotch back and forth and up and down, using all the power of my huge muscles to force my thick, hard cock in and out of your little ass. I'd fuck the shit out of you John. God I'd love to fuck the shit out of your little ass. What? You want me to fuck the shit out of you? You want to feel my big cock all the way inside you? You want to feel my big muscles while I'm fucking the shit out of you? Well, okay John, you got a deal. I'm gonna fuck you so hard your gonna think you got fucked by a bull. Oh John, now you're just ravishing my body with your tongue and your hands. You're all over me again. Your little cock is harder than I've ever seen it. And my big cock is real hard too. You're really turning me on, John. I can hardly wait to have wild sex with you. But I'm not done with the story.

 

Part 4

So we beat the Raiders by the score of 70 to 0. They had beat us the year before 35 to 0, so we doubled the score on them. I scored all the points in the first half, but in the second half I let my teammates do all the scoring. I just kept hitting Joey, taking him out of every play. He couldn't get anywhere near any of my friends to tackle them, because I'd smash my shoulders or my arms into him, blocking him into the ground. Before the end of the game, he could hardly walk. His coach had to take him out. His whole body was totally pulverized. But I was still fresh and energized. I wasn't tired at all. When you're built with solid muscle and had worked out as hard as I had all summer, you can keep hitting guys and you never get tired. And my muscles were like steel armor. I didn't get a single bruise, `cause every time Joey tried to hit me he just bounced off my hard body like nothing. That was a great game. All the other Tigers came up to me afterwards and we gave each other high fives. We felt great. And I felt like a total stud. It felt really great being able to kick that fuckhead Joey's ass the way I did. He sure knew who the punk was after that game. And it sure felt great being the star of our team. Shit, I've always been the star of every team I've been on. And I've never been on a losing team. My teams always win. The Tigers had an undefeated season that year. We won the city championship. Every Pop Warner team I played on won the city championship. Coaches were beggin' me to join their team. They knew I was the franchise. Geez it felt great being a 10 or 11 year old and having coaches begging you to join their team. You never had that feeling, did you John. You're such a wimp no coach would ever try to get you on their team. Well believe me it feels great being a total jock. A buff, muscular total jock. The star on every team I've ever played on. Hey, when you're me, that's just normal.

Hey John I remember another thing that happened right after school started that year. I'll bet you remember it too. I know you do. We were both nine years old and had just started fourth grade. I was walkin' to school and I saw you about two blocks ahead of me also on your way to school. Then I saw two big sixth graders come up to you and start hassling you. One of `em grabbed your arm and jerked it up your back. I'll bet that hurt a lot. The other one made a fist and held it in front of your face. Then he punched his fist into your gut. I'll bet that hurt even more. I could see you buckle over in pain. You looked real helpless, John. The first thug pushed your arm even further up your back. Then I saw you reach into your pocket with your free hand and pull out some money. Those big thugs were stealing your lunch money! And they were torturing you just for fun. By this time I was almost caught up to you. I ran up and jerked the kid's hand off your arm. Then I jumped in front of you, facing the two bullies. "If you wanna steal John's money, you gotta steal mine first!" I yelled. The two sixth graders were about four inches taller than me and they were pretty big, but I wasn't afraid of `em. The two thugs looked down at me and grinned. "Fine with us punk," one of them said. "We'll take both." He reached over and tried to jerk my arm up my back, the same way he had done with you. Except my arm wouldn't budge. It was way too strong. By then I could do five one arm pushups in a row. My triceps were really strong. "What the fuck….." he said. When his friend saw he was havin' trouble, he made a fist, pulled back his arm and punched me in the gut, real hard. I flexed my abs just in time and his fist hit a fuckin' brick wall. My brick wall of muscle. There was a loud smacking sound as his fist bounced off my shredded abs. He grabbed his wrist with his other hand and yelled out in pain. He had hurt his hand by punching my rock-hard abs. "My body's a little harder than John's" I said. "My body's a little stronger too. Let's see how you like some of your own medicine." Instantly I smashed my right fist into one thug's gut and my left fist into the other thug's gut. Their flabby abs were no match for my strong arms. My fists drove deep inside their guts. They buckled over in pain. One by one, I stood `em up and smashed my fists into their chests and their guts. After I hit one of `em a couple of times I'd let him drop to the ground and then I'd pick up the other one and hit him a couple of times. Those two big bullies were like punching bags for me. I must have hit each one of `em about 20 times. And my punches were really hard. I had a lot of power in my fists. I was really mad at how they picked on you and they were payin' the price. I could have smashed their faces too, but I didn't do it. I didn't need to. Their bodies were so fucked up by my punches I knew they'd be in pain for days. When I was done punchin' `em, I threw `em on the ground. I ripped off my shirt and stood over them like their fucking master, which I was. They looked up at my muscles in awe. My muscles were all pumped and they were really bulging. Their mouths dropped open as they saw the big nine year old muscles had just smashed their bodies. "If you two punks even think about laying a hand on little John again, I'm gonna make this beating look like a love-fest," I said. "Your ugly faces are gonna get a lot of bones broken by these muscles." I hit a most muscular pose and their eyes bulged out of their heads. "Okay, okay," they said, trembling in fear. "And that goes for all the fourth graders," I said. You touch any fourth grader and you're gonna get smashed by this fourth grader. You got that?" "Yeah, we got that," one of them said. "We got that, SIR," I yelled. "From now on you call me SIR!" I put my foot on one of their chests and started twisting my shoe into his bruised flesh. I know that hurt real bad. "Yes SIR, we got that SIR," they yelled. "That's better," I said.

Then I turned around and looked at you, John. You were standing there with your mouth open. I saw tears in your eyes and streaming down your cheeks. They were tears of joy. You were crying `cause you were so happy. I smiled at you and then I flexed my right arm, showing you the muscles that had just pummeled those big bullies. My bicep bulged like a rock-hard baseball. You stared at that big muscle while the tears were still running down your cheeks. I'll never forget what you did next. You leaned over and kissed my bicep. You put your mouth on that big muscle and gave it a big kiss. At first I was surprised, but then I realized that my muscles had just saved you from a year of torture by those big thugs. I flexed extra hard so you could feel the size and hardness of that bulging muscle with your little lips. Then you gave me a big hug, wrapping your weak little arms around my big, muscular chest. I flexed my pecs and lats for you and I remember you held on extra long, feeling the big muscles. Yeah John, that must have been quite an experience for you. That was just the second time you got to feel my muscles. What? You have re-lived that moment hundreds of times. Yeah I bet you have. On the way to school you told me those two bullies had been picking on you for years. Because of me and my muscles, you were now a free man. You were free of the bullies. God John I felt really good being able to help you like that. I felt real good being strong and muscular so I could protect you from those bullies and smash their fuckin' bodies. I just wish you had told me about them earlier. I could have smashed their bodies in third grade. But I guess you were too shy to ask. Yeah, I know.

Well, John, why don't you re-live that moment again. Only this time you don't have to re-live it in your mind. You get the real thing. Here, I'll flex my bicep. Just pretend we're standing there in fourth grade with those two big bullies on the ground. Yeah John, go ahead and kiss it. Oh, John, I can see tears running down your face. You're starting to cry. This is bringing back all your memories of that day and you are so happy. Well, John, I'm glad I can make you happy. Kiss that big bicep. Kiss it as long as you want. Yeah, it's really hard isn't it. And it really bulges up to a tremendous peak. It bulged like that in fourth grade too didn't it. It wasn't as big as it is now, but my bicep has always had a real good peak. And it's always been real hard. Ohhh. I can feel your tongue licking my skin. You're French kissing my bicep. You can feel those hard fibers can't you John. My skin's so thin you can feel the individual fibers of muscle. Yeah, I know they feel real hard. Like strands of solid steel. Your little tongue is pressing in on them, but they're so hard they don't budge at all. Those tears are really comin' down now John. Pure joy, I know. It's like you're re-living that day in fourth grade. You are so happy. Yeah, now wrap your little arms around my chest and hug me just like you did when we were nine years old. Yeah feel how big and hard my pecs and lats are. Yeah, bury your face in between my pecs. Feel the huge muscles surround your little cheeks. Rub the tears off your face onto my hot skin. Yeah, my big body will take your tears away. Yeah John, you feel so safe and secure hugging my big body and burying your face between my pecs. That muscle's always gonna protect you John. You'll never have to worry about bullies. You're my friend. And I'll smash any kid who tries to pick on you. Just like I smashed those two bullies in fourth grade.

Okay, you've been hugging for a long time. You all better now? All the tears gone? Good. I wanna show you how I don't have to worry about bullies. Just like I did in fourth grade. You pretend you were one of those big sixth graders. Try to twist my arm and punch me out. Ha ha ha. Yeah, I promise I won't punch you back. One of my punches in your flabby gut would send you to the hospital. Okay, try punching my gut. I won't even flex. Yeah, I know. My abs look like a fuckin' washboard even when I don't flex. Pretend you're that sixth grade bully and punch my gut as hard as you can. Just be careful you don't break your hand. He he he. Smack! Did you hear that sound John? Your fist made a smacking sound when it hit my abs, just like the bully's. Yeah, I know it felt like you hit solid steel. Corrugated steel. My abs are like corrugated steel John. Fuck, I could hardly feel your punch. It felt like a little tap hitting my abs. You are so weak John. I keep forgetting how weak you really are. Try punching my pec. Yeah go ahead and do it. There's no way you can hurt me. Ha ha. Another fucking little tap. Yeah, my pec is just as hard as my abs and I wasn't even flexing. There's about four inches of thick muscle there John. Rock hard muscle. Yeah, those bullies didn't stand a chance trying to punch this muscle. This muscle's been rock hard since I was a kid.

Okay, now try twisting my arm. Jesus, John I can't even feel that. Try harder. What? You're trying as hard as you can? Geez, you're weak. Here, I'll let you twist my arm up my back. Okay, now grab it with both hands. Try to keep it up there. Ready? Okay. Hold it hard. Geez! Did you feel that John? I just jerked my arm down and it felt like there was nothing holding it back. It felt like there was just nothing there. Your little arms were nothing to my big arm. Yeah, my triceps are really strong. Well just look at that muscle. My triceps are huge. And when I flex `em the muscle pops out under my skin and you can see all three heads bulging. Yeah, and the fibers show real clear under my skin don't they John. Yeah, solid muscle. Put your arm down next to mine. God John. Look at the difference. Your arm looks like a little stick. No triceps there at all. My arm is big and thick. Look how big those triceps are. I'm not even flexing `em and they bulge like a big ham. I got more muscle in one of my triceps than you got in your whole fuckin' little body. And these mothers are real strong, aren't they John. You just felt how strong they are. Your little arms were like nothing to them when you were trying to hold back those big monsters when they flexed and straightened my arm. Well, I had big strong triceps in fourth grade too. That bully was real surprised when he couldn't twist my arm. Nobody's ever been able to twist my arm, John. My triceps are way too strong. Yeah, and I can still do one-arm pushups. I can to about 40 of `em with each arm now. Yeah, just think about it John. Forty pushups with just one arm. Yeah, and you can do only two pushups with both arms? Jesus John. Your arms are so weak and my arms are so strong. I can do parallel bar dips with a 150 pound dumbbell hangin' from my waist. Yeah, I can do sets of six reps with that huge weight hangin' there. I bet you'd like to hang there while I do the dips, wouldn't you John. You'd love to hang on my waist while my big triceps and pecs force both of our bodies up and down. You'd be hangin' there feeling my hot, sweaty, rock-hard body as I pumped out the reps. I could do tons of reps with your little body hangin' there. Probably 20 or 30 reps. Yeah, I know. You can't do even one parallel bar dip. You can't even imagine how it would feel to be able to do reps with 150 pounds of iron hangin' on your body. Well, it feels great John. It feels really great. I feel like a fuckin' stud when I crank out those reps and watch in the mirror as my huge triceps bulge with incredible power.

Yeah, feel those big triceps, John. Feel how big and hard they are. Just think about how strong they are. Just think what it would feel like to have my big arm pound my hard fist into your body, John. Just think about the time I pulverized those two bullies. Watch my arm John. I'm making a fist and now I'm moving it back and forth like I'm gonna punch you in the gut. Hey, don't worry, I'm not gonna do it. Just look at all that hard muscle ready to spring into action. Look at that delt. Look at all the fibers in that big muscle. All coiled and ready to go. My delts must be three inches thick. Real strong and real fast. Big, hard fast-twitch muscles. Ready in a split second to help my big triceps pound my fist into your flabby little gut. Yeah, and look at that pec. It's big and thick too. Striations all over. It helps with punching too. It's got hundreds of pounds of power and it's made of fast-twitch muscle too. It a split second that muscle can flex and deliver unbelievable power to my arm. And then there's that huge tricep. Look at that huge thing John. Think about all the power in that muscle. Think about that muscle cranking out those dips with 150 pounds hangin' there. And look at that forearm, John. Look how big and thick my forearm is. It's 16 inches around. It's bigger than most guys' upper arms. Look what happens when I flex it. All the muscles writhe like a bunch of snakes. Look at all those fibers and veins. There's just nothing but solid muscle there. Real strong muscle. And look how thick my wrist is. Yeah it's about twice as thick as your little wrist. That wrist is real strong John. It can deliver all the power of my muscles to my big fist. And look at that fist. My hands are real big and real thick. My hands are real muscular just like the rest of me. Yeah, my fist is twice as big as yours, and it's real hard. Hard as forged steel. Now think about that huge tricep and forearm hooking up with that huge delt and that huge pec and smashing my big fist into your little body. That would be about a thousand pounds of force hitting your little body like a pile driver. You wouldn't just be in the hospital, John. You'd be dead. Number 44. Double death. Ha ha ha, don't worry John. Good thing you're not really a bully. I'm not gonna do it to you.

Yeah John, feel that big tricep some more. I'll flex and relax so you can feel how the muscle just pops out under my skin. Oh, you can feel the fibers under my thin skin? Yeah, I know that feels real cool. Yeah, John that muscle's real big and real hard. Oh, John, now you're licking my big triceps. Oh that feels so good. Yeah there's a lot of sweat on my arm. I was workin' out real hard today and I really killed my triceps. Yeah they're really big and shredded. Oh John, you're mouth is all over my arm. I'll flex my bicep and my forearm too. Yeah my whole arm is just solid muscle isn' it John. Suck on that muscle John Suck on every bulge of my tricep. Suck my bicep. Suck my forearm. Oh, John. That feels real good. I love to have my muscles sucked. You're a great muscle sucker John. We'll have to do this more often, John. Yow! Geez John, when I said that you bit into one of the heads of my bulging triceps. It didn't hurt. My muscle's way too hard for your little bites to hurt. But you surprised me. You got real excited when I said we should do this more often. Yeah, well I'm liking this John. You're a fantastic muscle worshipper. I can see myself coming over here once or twice a week to get my muscles worshipped by you and get my rocks off when you suck my big cock and I fuck your tight little ass. Oh, John, you're starting to pant again. You're going crazy over my body. You're attacking my muscles. What? You feel like you've died and gone to heaven? Never in your life did you think you'd get to worship my body every week and suck my cock and get fucked by my big dick? Well, you're not dead yet, John. This is the real world. And I'm a real stud. And you're gonna have a great time. And I'm gonna have a great time too. Oh John, your mouth is all over my body. Yeah, go ahead and bite some more. It kind of tickles when you bite. Fuck it doesn't hurt at all `cause my muscles are so hard. Geez, John, your little cock's so hard I think it's ready to blast off. God, I'm totally hot too. But we gotta wait John. I'm not done with the story yet.

 

Part 5

So after I beat up those two bullies and saved your little ass John, word got around real fast. I guess you told everyone what happened. Lots of little fourth graders came up to me and thanked me for protecting them from those bullies. Then a bunch of little dweeb fifth graders and sixth graders came up and asked me to tell the bullies not to pick on them either. I guess the bullies were leaving all the fourth graders alone but they felt they still had open season on the fifth and sixth graders. So I found the two thugs during lunch period. They were talking to a little fifth grader. I think they were getting ready to pound him. I just walked up and punched them both real hard in the chest. The force of my punches knocked them both to the floor. "My orders go for fifth graders and sixth graders too," I said. "You lay a hand on `em and you're toast." I hit a double biceps shot and flexed my quads as I stood over them. They knew they couldn't mess with me. They just looked up and said "Yes sir." Their bullying days were over. The little fifth grader gave me a big hug too, just like you did. I flexed my pecs and lats for him so he could feel just how big and hard the muscles that were protecting him were. He kinda sighed, both from relief that the bullies were history and from awe when he felt my muscles. Well, John, after that I was the hero of the whole school, as you well know. It felt great to be the hero. There I was, the strongest kid, the best athlete and the hero of every kid in the school. God I felt great. I just couldn't keep the girls away from me. It seemed like every minute some girl was coming up and wanting to talk to me and feel my muscles. They wanted me to flex and show `em how big and hard my muscles were. I loved doing that. I felt like such a stud.

After football season, I played basketball and then track and field. I was a power forward on the basketball team. I could jump real high and I was real fast and coordinated. Plus I was so strong I could just charge towards the basket and knock any pathetic defender out of the way. Sometimes I'd get a charging foul but most of the time they'd get the foul for blocking me. That was great. I'd knock `em over with my muscular body. Then I'd score easy. Then I'd get the extra point. I love the rules of basketball. If you're big and strong you can do just about anything you want. Those skinny little guys don't stand a chance. Well I was the star on my basketball team. Yeah John, I know. I'm always the star. That's just the way it's always been. In track and field I ran sprints and also threw the shot put. I was definitely the fastest kid in our whole school. I set records in the 100, 200 and 400 meters. All my hard running in my workouts really paid off. My legs were super strong and super fast. And in the shot put I broke the previous fourth grade record by 10 feet. I was way stronger than any other fourth grader who had ever gone to our school. Yeah John, I'm a total jock. Always have been. Always will be.

I kept up my workouts for another year and I was the star on every team I played on. My 10 year old football team was undefeated again. When played the Raiders I smashed Joey even more than I had the year before. I was a much better player and I was way stronger too. He had gotten a little bigger, but he was nothing compared to me. I just wiped out that big asshole. In basketball I was so dominant the other teams had to double-team me every game. But even with two players tryin' to guard me, I just muscled `em out of the way, drove to the basket and scored. There was nothin' those skinny little wimps could do to stop me. I was invincible. And in track and field I set records again for the fifth grade. This time my shot put was 15 feet longer than the previous record. My chest, shoulders and arms were really strong. And I was way faster in the sprints than any of the other kids. I was a total jock.

Well I turned 11 that spring and I kept up with my workouts real good. I was doing more pushups, pullups and situps than ever. During the last year, I had added a more exercises, like one armed pushups and parallel bar dips. And I did handstand dips too. Pushups were so easy for me that I'd do a handstand with my feet balanced against a wall and lift my whole body up and down with just the strength of my shoulders and arms. I could see my shoulders getting a lot bigger after I did those for a few weeks. I could do one-arm pullups too. Regular pull-ups were real easy, so after my three sets of regular pullups, I did two sets of one arm pullups. Even after my muscles were all exhausted from the regular pullups, I could still do one set of ten and one set of six one arm pullups with each arm. Fuck, I was really strong. And for my legs I jumped over benches and ran sets of 50 yard sprints with an old tire tied to my waist with a rope. My legs got a lot more muscular and a lot stronger. I could jump higher than any other kid in school. I won the long jump in track and set a new city-wide record for 11 year olds. I also set city-wide records in the shot put and in the 100 meter and 200 meter dashes. My school won the city track meet and it was all because of me. I carried the whole team. Yeah, John, that's the way it's always been. I've always carried the teams I've been on. I've always been a total star. Yeah, John, you remember I know. You were there watchin' me set all those records. You were there watchin' my muscles as they flexed and bulged. You were there checkin' out my every move, admiring my buff athletic body. Yeah, back then I didn't know you had a crush on me.

During that summer between fifth and sixth grades, my family went on vacation to another state and we stayed with my uncle and aunt for a few days. They had a 16 year old son named Jeff---my cousin---who I hadn't seen in about three years. I remembered him as this big 13 year old stud and he probably remembered me as this little eight year old kid still covered with baby fat. I had always looked up to him `cause he was five years older than me. He always treated me like an annoying little pest, not worth his time. Well, when my family got to their house I said hello to my aunt and uncle and then asked where Jeff was. His mom said he was out in the garage working out. She said he had gotten a set of weights for his 14th birthday and had been working out for more than two years. So I went out to the garage to see Jeff. I was wearing a baggy t-shirt and some jeans, so you couldn't really see much of my body. I walked in and saw Jeff doin' some bench presses. He had a bench and a rack and he was liftin' a bar with some weights on it. He wasn't wearing a shirt. Just some workout shorts. When he saw me come in, he racked the bar and jumped up from the bench. I had always thought of Jeff as this big stud, but when he was standing there he looked like a pretty ordinary teenager to me. Nothing special. "Hiya runt," he said. "Good to see ya. Hey, you've grown a little. You're not a just a little runt any more. You're a bigger runt!" Jeff laughed at this joke. I just stood there smiling. Jeff was a lot taller than me and weighed about 140 pounds. "Of course you're always gonna be a runt compared to me. I'm a 16 year old, so I'm a lot bigger than you. And I've been workin' out, so I'm pretty strong too. That bar weighs120 pounds. I can do three reps with that. Maybe in five or six years you'll get as strong as me. It takes a long time to get strong enough to lift that much weight." Jeff flexed his pecs and rubbed his hand over them. I could see some muscle flexing under his skin, but he had a layer of fat on his body, so he didn't have a six pack or anything and his pecs were kinda hidden under the fat. And those pecs didn't look very big at all. He sure didn't look very muscular to me.

"Yeah that's pretty good, I guess," I said. "Can I try it?" Jeff looked really surprised. "Shit no, Mike. You're just a little kid. This weight's way too heavy for you. You shouldn't even be lifting weights at all at your age. You might hurt yourself." "Ah, come on," I said. "Let me try just once. I've never lifted weights before. But I've done tons of pushups and pull-ups and situps. Lemme try it." Jeff was now looking at my body more closely. He stared at my forearms, which was the only part of my body he could see. I don't think he could quite figure out that what he was lookin' at was solid muscle. "Well, okay," he said. "I'll stand behind you and spot." I jumped up and almost ran over to the bench. I was so excited to be able to lift weights for the first time. I got on the bench and lifted the bar off the rack. Then I lowered it to my chest. Geez, the bar didn't feel heavy at all. It felt real light. I pushed it back up with ease. Then I cranked out 20 reps with the 120 pound bar. Jeff just stood there with his mouth open. After the last rep, I put the bar back on the rack and jumped up from the bench. "Piece of cake!" I yelled. Then I ripped off my tshirt. Jeff looked at my upper body in total disbelief and said "Oh my God." I flexed my pecs. They were nice and pumped from the bench presses. The striated muscle bulged under my paper-thin skin. My pecs were way bigger than Jeff's pecs. I ran my hand over my pec muscles and then down over my shredded, washboard abs. "Those pushups and pull-ups and situps have built up these muscles real good," I said. "Looks like I'm already stronger than you." Jeff just stood there with his mouth open. He couldn't speak. He just couldn't believe what he was seeing. "I wanna add some more weight," I said. "That was too easy."

Jeff just stared at my bulging pecs and said, "Uh, okay." Let's put five more on each side." So Jeff put a five pound plate on his side and I put a five pound plate on my side. I had never handled weights before. It was real fun. I got under the bar and lifted it off the rack. Jeff was standing over me, ready to spot. He kept staring at my chest and my shoulders and my arms. I lowered the bar and pressed it right back up. It still didn't feel that heavy. I cranked out 12 reps, slowing down a little bit for the last three. I didn't need Jeff's spot at all. God I felt great pressing up that heavy weight. My whole body felt great. I jumped up off the bench and stood next to Jeff. "My muscles really like your weights. They're gettin' real pumped. They really like pushing up that heavy iron. They've never done that before and they're gettin' real big and real hard. I think my muscles were born to pump heavy iron." I ran my hands over my pecs and I couldn't believe how big and pumped they had gotten. They were rock hard too. I could see striations of fiber running all through the round, bulging muscle. They always get a good pump when I do pushups and stuff, but they had never gotten that big and pumped before. Jeff was still having a hard time speaking. "Yeah, they look pretty big," he said. "Fuckin' right they're big," I said. I was really proud of my muscles and I was all charged up seein' how strong they were. "They want more weight. They want even heavier iron. Let's put on another 10 pounds." Jeff kinda croaked and nodded his head. We took off the five pound plates we had added and put on 10 pounders. The bar was now up to 140 pounds, 20 pounds more than Jeff's max. I got under the bar and looked at the heavy plates. I wasn't afraid of them at all. I lowered the bar to my chest and pushed it up. I could see Jeff with his mouth open looking at my pecs, delts and triceps as they bulged with super strong muscle. I pumped out a total of eight reps, slowing down for the last three and with Jeff giving me a little spot for the last one. God my body felt great. I felt like such a stud pressing up that heavy iron. I got that hurting feeling in my pecs, but it was a real good hurt. I was forcin' those pecs to the max, forcin' them beyond the pain barrier. That hurt meant I was really challenging those muscles. I knew they would get even bigger and stronger after those brutal bench presses.

I jumped up off the bench and flexed my pecs right in front of Jeff. My skin was red because of all the blood surging into the muscle underneath. Veins were crisscrossing on top of my pecs and the striations of muscle were like steel cords under my thin skin. Jeff couldn't believe what he was seeing. I smiled. "Go ahead, Jeff, feel my pecs. Feel how big and hard they are." My 16 year old cousin put his hands on top of my 11 year old pecs and rubbed his fingers over the hard, round muscle. I looked down at my bulging pecs. . "A lot bigger than yours, aren't they cuz? And a lot harder too," I said. Jeff kinda gulped. I reached over and felt Jeff's pecs. He had just finished his bench presses, so they should have been pretty pumped. But they were kinda flat and kinda soft. Not round and bulging and hard as rock like mine. "Geez, my pecs are way bigger and harder than yours," I said. "It's hard to believe you're 16 and been liftin' weights for two years and I'm just 11 and ain't lifted weights at all." Jeff gulped again. And he kept feeling my bulging pecs. Then he moved his hands down to my abs and ran them over my rock-hard six pack washboard. I proudly flexed for him. His hands kinda jerked when he felt the hard muscle flex under my paper thin skin. "Pretty hard and ripped, huh," I said. He nodded his head. He was realizing that unlike him, I was made of solid muscle. I wasn't the little runt anymore, he was. I was now the dominant cousin. I could kick his teenage ass any time I wanted.

"I wanna add more weight," I said. "Let's add another 10 pounds. That'll make it 150. That's 40 pounds more than I weigh." I weighed about 115 pounds---pretty big for a 11 year old---so I was gonna be benching almost half again as much as I weighed. Pretty impressive, since Jeff couldn't even bench his own weight. We added another five pounds to each side of the bar and I got on the bench. I lifted the bar from the rack and lowered it to my chest. Jeff had his hands ready in case I was too weak to push it up. But I wasn't too weak. I was real strong. I pressed up the bar and locked my elbows. "Yeah!" I yelled. Then I lowered it and pressed it up for a second rep. It was real hard. My pecs were cryin' for mercy. But I didn't give `em any mercy. I forced that fucking bar up for the second rep. Then I went for the third. I lowered the bar and pressed the fucker up. I got it about half way and then started slowing down. Jeff put his fingers under the bar and gave me just a little spotting help. I powered the bar up and locked my elbows. Then I crashed it onto the rack. "Fuckin' strong!" I yelled as I jumped up off the bench. Jeff just couldn't believe it. He stood there with his mouth open. I flexed my arm right in front of him. All my muscles were totally pumped and bulging from the heavy bench presses. Even my bicep was pumped. My triceps were almost popping out of my skin. I looked over at the huge bulging muscles and smiled. "Yeah, feel it cuz," I said. "Feel what you've been workin' so hard to get". Fuck, John, I had never lifted a weight in my life and even though I was only 11 years old I already had muscles way bigger than my 16 year old cousin, who had been workin' out more than two years. And I was way stronger too. Just looking at Jeff I knew he was never gonna get an arm like mine. I was naturally strong and muscular and he was naturally weak and puny. He reached over and felt my throbbing baseball bicep and my big, pumped tricep. "Fuuuuccccck," was all he could say. He kept his fingers on my bicep for a long time. I don't think he could believe how big and hard it was. Then he moved his hand over to my pec and I flexed the pumped, round, sweaty muscle. The muscle bulged with the biggest pump I had ever had. The muscle was huge and it was rock hard. Blood was surging through the muscle and the veins were popping under my skin. That skin was red hot. He rubbed his fingers over the rippling striations that felt as hard as steel. "Geez," was all he could say. I looked at him and smiled. It felt real good being able to bench 150 pounds the first time I even tried. It felt real good being way stronger than my cousin. He was lookin' at me like I was some kind of superior human being. Like he had never seen a kid with muscles as big and strong as mine. And ya know, I felt superior compared to him. I always feel superior when I show up some older dude who can't believe how strong I am. I felt great. I felt like a fucking stud. It really feels great to be strong and muscular. Stronger than kids who are five years older than you. It feels fucking great! How much can you bench John? What? Only 50 pounds? Shit, even when I was only 11 I was three times stronger than you are now. Yeah, I'm just a natural born muscle stud John. Yeah, I know.

So Jeff and I continued the workout, my first workout with weights. I did all the exercises he did. But I didn't use his puny weights. I was so much stronger than him that I let him do his exercise first. Then after he had barely managed to crank out three or four reps in his third set, I took over and used that weight as my warmup weight. It was like he was the little beginner and I was the big stud advanced weightlifter. Real funny since this was my first time liftin' weights. The next exercise was military presses. Jeff maxed out at 65 pounds. That was a piece of cake for me. A fuckin' little warmup. I added 20 pounds for my second set and cranked out 10 easy reps with the 85 pound bar. Remember, I had been doin' handstand presses, so my delts and arms were used to handling a big weight---my own body. Jeff just couldn't believe how strong I was. I added another 20 pounds, making the bar 105 pounds, almost what I weighed. I lifted it easily to my shoulders and then pressed up on the heavy iron. Jeff stood in back of me to spot. He didn't think I could do it. I took a deep breath and pushed up. The bar went up. When I got it to the top I locked my elbows and yelled "Yeah!" Then I lowered the bar and cranked out five more reps, with Jeff helping a little for the last two. God I felt strong. I have since found out that only one guy in a thousand can press his own bodyweight the first time he tries. For an 11 year old it's almost unheard of. And I wasn't done yet. I told Jeff I wanted 15 more pounds on the bar. Fuck, who was he to say no? This was more weight than he could imagine. But I was the boss. His 11 year old boss. We put on the plates. I lifted the bar to my shoulders. Then I pressed. Jeff had his hands under my arms. But I didn't need his spot. I pressed that 120 pound bar all the way up and locked my elbows. "Fuckin' strong!" I yelled at the top. Then I lowered the bar and pressed it up one more time. My shoulder muscles bulged as they pressed up that heavy bar. My delts and arms were aching with pain as they struggled with the huge weight. But it was that good pain again. That muscle growin' pain. I got to the top and yelled "Stronger than shit!" Then I lowered that heavy bar again. I told Jeff to feel my shoulders and he ran his hands over the bulging muscle. The striations of rock-hard fibers were popping up under my skin. Blood was gushing through my veins and through the muscle. "Jesus Christ," he said as he felt the thick, rock-hard muscle. I grinned, took a deep breath and pushed up the heavy bar again. Now my shoulders were wracked with pain. I was blastin' through the pain barrier. And I wasn't gonna stop. I was gonna push that fuckin' bar all the way up again. I got half way up and then slowed down a little. My muscles were totally exhausted. Jeff helped with a spot, just a few pounds of help. And I blasted the weight up with the sheer force of my will and the power of my big, strong muscles. I locked my elbows and yelled "Stud!" Yeah, I was. I knew it. Then I lowered the weight to my shoulders and let it crash to the floor. I had just pressed five pounds more than my bodyweight and 55 pounds more than my 16 year old cousin could lift. I was almost twice as strong as he was. I looked over at my delts and saw the muscle twitching under my skin. Every fiber was flexing and veins were surging with blood. My delts looked like cannonballs of muscle capping my shoulders. They were totally pumped---beet red and flushed with blood. My arms were bulging too. Jeff reached over and felt the rippling muscle of my shoulders and arms. "Fuuucccck," was all he could say again. I felt great. I felt like a total stud.

Well the rest of the workout was fantastic. I just toyed with Jeff's little poundages and then I blasted the weights beyond what he could imagine was possible. His maximum curl was 50 pounds. I could curl 90. He could barely do 10 pullups. I could do 20 with a 50 pound dumbbell hangin' from my waist. I was like a little Hercules compared to him. The funniest part was when we did squats. He maxxed out at 140 pounds, the same as he weighed. Geez he was weak. Yeah, I used that as my warmup weight. I cranked out 20 reps easy. Then I asked for 30 pounds more, makin' it 170 pounds. We picked up the last plates in the garage and put them on the bar. I cranked out another 12 reps. I was still just warming up. I wasn't anywhere near my max. My legs were super strong. They had done countless sets of jumping over benches and pulling tires for 50 yards. They were super strong and they were big and buff. I looked down and saw the muscles bulging. I flexed and the striations popped out of my skin. They were thick and hard. And they were now covered with veins, flowing with tons and tons of blood surging through the big pumped fibers. "Another 30 pounds," I ordered. Jeff looked at me kinda helpless, and then he said he didn't have anymore weights. I was too strong for his little weight set! Jeff had run out of weights! He had this little beginner set and I was gonna blast through it the first time I ever lifted. So we looked around the garage for something to add more weight to the bar. More weight for my big quad muscles. Finally we found two concrete cinderblocks that weighed about 25 pounds each. Fifty fucking pounds of concrete. Thirty pounds, fifty pound. Who the fuck cares. I knew my legs were strong enough to squat with that all that weight---220 fucking pounds of iron and concrete. We tied the cinderblocks onto the bar with some rope. I got under the bar and lifted it off the squat rack. Then I cranked out six reps, with Jeff giving me just a little spot for the last rep. I crashed the bar onto the rack and yelled, "My fuckin' legs are fuckin' way stronger than that fuckin' iron and concrete!" I was totally stoked. I flexed my legs for Jeff and he ran his hands all over the thick, rock-hard muscles. Muscles that had just squatted with twice my bodyweight the first time they had ever lifted weights---for six reps! Muscles that were so much stronger than his that it wasn't even funny. Jeff just mumbled stuff, like he had never seen anything like this in his life, like I was so strong he couldn't believe it, like my muscles were so big and hard he couldn't believe I was only 11 years old. I just smiled as he felt my big muscles. I really felt great. Then I got under the bar and cranked out another four reps, with Jeff givin' me a little spot for the last two. By then my legs were so pumped and shredded they looked like rippling tree trunks. Blood was surging through my veins and when I flexed my quads the big slabs of muscle looked like solid cables of steel under my tan skin. Fuck I felt great. How many 11 year olds can squat with over 200 pounds? How many 11 year olds can squat with almost double their bodyweight for reps? And how many 11 year olds can squat like that the first time they lift a fuckin' weight? Well, I did it! My muscles were fuckin' big and fuckin' strong! I felt like a total stud. Jeff still couldn't get over it. He kept lookin' at my body and feelin' my rock-hard quads. He was havin' a hard time getting over my muscles and my strength. I looked down and saw a bulge in his shorts. Jeff had gotten a hard-on lookin' at and feeling my muscles. "Yeah, check out those muscles, cuz," I told him as he ran his hands over my legs for the umpteenth time. "They're already stronger than your legs are ever gonna be. I got muscles and you don't. Deal with it, cuz." Hey, I was just tellin' the truth. He was never gonna get muscles as big and strong as mine. His bulge got real big under his shorts. I smiled. He knew and I knew that I was such a stud compared to him.

After the workout, we went inside the house. I was starved and ready for dinner. I was so hot and sweaty I didn't put on a shirt. I hardly ever wore a shirt. My body looked better than any shirt. My parents knew how good my body looked so they never made me wear a shirt. They kind of got off on it when everyone stared at my muscles. They were really proud of my body. So I was just wearing my workout shorts. Jeff didn't wear a shirt either. He looked like a wimp compared to me. Jeff's parents stared at my body as I walked into the living room. They could see I was way more muscular than their son. They started asking questions about how I got so big and muscular. So I told `em about how the third grade substitute teacher spotted my potential when I won the physical fitness contest and started me on my training program. Then I told `em about all the exercises I did. They were amazed when I told `em I could do over 500 pushups non-stop and I could do 40 one handed pushups. Their mouths dropped open when I told `em I could do 150 pullups and 20 onehanded pullups. My parents smiled proudly as I told `em about football, basketball and track and field. How I was the star of every team. How I could smash any opposing player into the ground in football. How I could jump higher than any other basketball player and muscle all the defenders out of the way like little toothpicks when I charged the basket. How I set city-wide records in the 100, 200, long jump and shot put. Jeff's parents kept starin' at my muscles as I talked about what a total jock I was. They were totally ignoring their own son. They were only interested in me. Hey, that happens all the time. I'm always the center of attention. Jeff was just sittin' there listening too. His boner was really showin' under his shorts. I guess he was gettin' real turned on by listening to me talk about what a big jock I was and everything.

Then I looked at Jeff and said, "Yeah, and I'm a lot stronger than Mr. Universe over there. I never lifted a weight in my life and I'm already way stronger than him. His whole weight set wasn't even big enough for my strong leg muscles." I stood up and flexed my quads. They were still pumped and shredded from the heavy squats. There was a loud gasp from Jeff's parents as they took in the size and hardness of those muscles. Even my own parents looked surprised. I don't think they had realized just how big and muscular my legs had gotten. "Yeah, I squatted with 220 pounds---- for six reps! Jeff's little weight set only goes to 170, so we had to tie two big concrete blocks onto the bar. That's twice what I weigh. These legs are frigging strong! Mr. Universe there could only do 140. He's so weak!" All the eyes in the room were fixated on my legs. "Yeah, and I benched 150 and curled 90. Way more than Jeff could do. And I could do sets of pullups with a 50 pound dumbbell hangin' from my waist. Jeff can barely pull his own body up for 10 reps. I'm way stronger than him in everything. My muscles are way bigger too. Get over here cuz." Jeff came over and stood next to me. "Flex," I ordered. He flexed his arm and a little lemon-size bicep made a slight bulge under his fatty skin. I smiled. Then I flexed my own arm. My big bicep sprang to attention. It was the size of an orange, much bigger than Jeff's. And it had an incredible peak and was rippling with fibers and covered with veins. I had absolutely no fat on my body. "Yeah, way bigger," I said as I looked at my big, rock-hard bicep. Fuck, even my forearm was bigger than Jeff's upper arm. It was writhing with muscle and covered with veins. "Yeah, way bigger," said my dad. He was really proud of my muscles. Then I hit some more poses, showing off my pecs, my lats, my delts and of course my quads. Jeff hit the same poses too, and it was funny watching his puny little muscles next to my big ones. There was sure no doubt who was the stud between the two kids. His parents just kept staring at me. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. That's always been a common reaction of adults who see my body. They just can't believe how big and muscular I am. Yeah, John, it's always been that way. It's a great feeling John, having people stare at your body and admire your muscles. You've never had that feeling have you John? No, you've always been puny and weak. People look at you and turn away. Or they look at you and feel sorry for you `cause you're so pathetic. But when people look at me they can't take their eyes away. It's like my body is a magnet for their eyes. It's like my body is so muscular they just can't stop looking at it. And when you put my muscles together with my drop-dead good looking face and my big hazel eyes, it's just too much for most people to handle. They just stare. It's like they are thinking about how strong my body is, how athletic I am, how good looking I am, what I stud I am. I don't know what's going through their minds, but they just keep looking at me. Fuck, I don't mind. I like it. It makes me feel like a stud. Like I'm the top dog. I've had a great lookin' body and face since I was a kid. I've always been stared at and admired. Yeah, that's just life for me John. I'm a big, strong muscle jock that everyone wants to look at and talk to. Everyone wants to be my friend. Yeah, it's great John bein' on top.

After the flexing, we went into the dining room for dinner. Jeff put on his shirt and I said I'd get a shirt from my suitcase, but his mother said that's okay, you don't have to wear a shirt for dinner. I think she just wanted to keep lookin' at my muscles. We had steak, potatoes and vegetables for dinner. I gobbled up my steak before anyone else had finished even a quarter of theirs. Then I finished off my potatoes and vegetables. And I drank two big glasses of milk. Jeff's parents couldn't believe my appetite. I asked for seconds. I was still real hungry. Jeff's mother said there were lots of potatoes and vegetables but there weren't any more steaks. Then she cut off half of her steak and gave it to me. My mom did the same thing. So I got a whole second steak from the women at the table. I wolfed that down too, plus all the extra potatoes and vegetables. "I'm still hungry," I said, staring at my clean plate. I had an appetite like a lion. Jeff had really slowed down his eating as he watched me eat more food than he imagined was possible for an 11 year old kid. He still had half of his steak left. "Here, you can have mine," he said. "I'm pretty full." I stabbed his steak with my fork and put it on my plate. "Thanks, cuz," I said. "Gotta feed these muscles." I flexed my arm right in his face and he stared at my bulging bicep and tricep muscles. He nodded his head in agreement, with his eyes riveted on my rippling muscles. So I wolfed down the rest of Jeff's steak and some more potatoes and vegetables. Plus two more glasses of milk. In one sitting, I had eaten two and a half big steaks and tons of potatoes and vegetables. I had eaten five times as much food as Jeff ate. Jeff's mom said he had never eaten more than one steak. She couldn't believe how much I could eat. No wonder I had such big muscles. I fed `em real good. Oh yeah. Plus I had fantastic genetics and I worked out like a wild man. I had the whole package John.

 

Part 6

After dinner Jeff and I went up to his room. I was going to sleep in Jeff's room. There was a sleeping bag there for me to sleep in. I was still shirtless and just wearing my shorts. When we got to his room, Jeff ripped off his shirt and said he wanted to wrestle me. I could see his hard cock bulging under his shorts. I knew he had been thinking about this all during dinner. I said "You're on, cuz," and started stretching my muscles. I loved to wrestle. Kids would always come up to me and challenge me to arm wrestle or to a wrestling match. They wanted to see if I was as strong as I looked. Well, they found out fast enough. I always won. I had wrestled a lot of kids, big kids too, but I had never wrestled a 16 year old before. I was really up for it. Jeff had a definite height and weight advantage over me, but I knew that wasn't gonna matter a bit. I was so much stronger than him I was gonna kick his teenage ass. And I thought he wanted exactly that.

I said come and get me and he hit me as hard as he could and knocked me to the floor. Actually, I could have dug in and pushed him back, but I let him do it. He grabbed my arms and tried to pin me. We squirmed around on the floor, grabbing each other's bodies and testing our strength. I was surprised at how weak he was. His little arms were no match for me at all. But I thought I'd give him the good time he wanted. We wrestled for several minutes, feeling each other's muscles and getting hot and sweaty. He would try to pin me and I'd spin away, and then I'd pin him and I'd let him spin away. I could feel his rock hard cock under his shorts pressing against me when he was on top. Finally I let him pin my arms all the way to the floor. He pressed against them with all the weight of his body. He was giving it everything he could. He looked into my eyes, waiting for my reaction. "Is that all you got, cuz?" I said. "'Cause it ain't nearly enough. My muscles are way stronger than anything you got. Muscles, push up the weak little fucker. Kick his sorry little ass." I was talkin' to my muscles, tellin' `em what I wanted `em to do. Well they always did what I wanted. They were so strong they could always do what I wanted. Slowly my arms lifted up off the floor. I lifted Jeff's body like it was nothin'. Fuck, I had just benched 150 for reps, so lifting the upper part of his 140 pound body was nothing. I threw the helpless weakling off to the side. Then I jumped on top of him and started wrestling him for real. I twisted his arms. I put him into full nelsons. I twisted his legs. Fuck, my arms were stronger than his legs. His weak little muscles were nothing to me. I wrapped my legs around his chest and gave him a scissors squeeze. My big quads applied so much force that he got red in the face and started gurgling. He couldn't breathe. Before he passed out I let go and thrashed his body for another minute or so, teaching him once and for all who was the boss. Fuck, he wanted to wrestle and I was gonna show him some kick-ass wrestling. Finally I jumped on top of him and pinned his arms to the floor. He was helpless against my pin. He was totally thrashed. "The winner!" I yelled. Then I dropped down on his body and rubbed my hot, sweaty chest all over his chest. My pecs were really bulgin' and my nipples were digging into his flesh. He was feelin' the full hardness and heat of my pumped up muscles. I heard him start groanin' as he felt my bulging muscles on top of his body. Then I put my armpit on top of his nose and rubbed it in. "Smell my sweat," I said. "Smell the sweat of the kid who just thrashed your weak little body. I fucked you up real bad and it wasn't even hard for me. I make lots of sweat when I pump up these big muscles. My sweat smells like the sweat of a real jock. That's `cause I am a real jock. I'm a real jock with big strong muscles. Muscles that are way bigger and stronger than yours." Jeff was getting real excited. Somehow I knew that kind of talk would get him totally aroused. He buried his face in my armpit and breathed in the strong smell of my sweat. I could feel his cock bulging under my body. I smiled. I was really turnin' him on.

"I think something wants to be free," I said. I got on my knees and ripped off his shorts and his boxers. His cock sprang up, hard as a steel pipe. It was only about five inches long, but it was real excited and real hard. Then I ripped off my own shorts and boxers. My cock was hard too. I hadn't gone through puberty yet but my cock got hard all the time, especially when I was kickin' ass like I had just done to Jeff. My hard cock was't as big as Jeff's, `cause I was just a kid but it was pretty big and thick for an 11 year old.. I grabbed his cock with my hand. "I think this thing's ready to blast off," I said. He just stared at my body. He was starting to pant with excitement. I let go of his cock and straddled him on my knees between one of his legs. "You've been checkin' out my body since the minute I stripped off my shirt. You've had a hard-on ever since you saw me. You like my big muscles. You liked watchin' `em when they lifted weights so heavy you couldn't even hope to lift `em. You liked feelin' em when I flexed `em for you and you could feel just how big and hard they are. And you liked feelin' these muscles when I wrestled you so easy it was like you were a little girl. Yeah, I'm a total jock. I really turn you on, don't I cuz. I'm just such a stud compared to you." I thought it was real fun turning him on with all that muscle stud talk. Jeff was looking at me with a look of total awe in his eyes. His eyes were roaming all over my body, from my face and eyes, to my ripped pecs and abs, to my hard little cock. It was like this was the best thing that had ever happened to him. "Oh my God," he moaned as he stared at my body. Then I flexed my arm right in front of his face. He reached up and felt the rockhard, bulging muscle. "Oh, oh, oh," he moaned. I reached over and touched his cock. It was like I had hit a dynamite cap. Instantly his cock exploded, shooting cum high into the air. The first spurt blasted way over his head. Then he kept cumming and cumming, shooting spurt after spurt as I gently touched his cock, rubbing my fingers up and down. I had never seen a guy cum before. Neither me or my friends had gone through puberty. But I knew what to expect from all the porn mags and stuff we kids got. Jeff shot a pretty good load. I thought it was real fun letting him get off on my body. After he had finished cumming I dropped back down onto his chest and rubbed my own hard cock up and down his body, thrusting my hips up and down. I was too young to cum, but it felt real good rubbing my hard cock up and down his soft flesh, like I was fucking him. Jeff grabbed onto my shoulders and felt my muscles bulge. I looked him in the eyes and asked him if he had a good time gettin' off. He stared into my eyes told me he had had the best time in his life. Yeah, that was a lot of fun.

Yeah, John. You wanna have some fun just like Jeff had? You wanna wrestle with me? You wanna wrestle with me and feel my big muscles as they twist your little body like a pretzel? You do? Yeah, I bet you do. You want me to thrash your pathetic little body just like I thrashed Jeff. You wanna feel my big muscles totally dominate you. Well, okay dude. Let's go at it! We're totally nude and we're gonna have some wrestlin' fun. Go ahead and hit me. God, John, you're so weak. I could hardly feel that hit, but hey now you're on top of me. Yeah, I'll let you pin me. Oh John you are so strong. You're pinning my arms all the way down. Your body's right on top of me. Oh you're crushing me John. You're just so heavy, hehehehe. Hey what's happening John? Looks like my arms are just lifting you right up. Yeah, its like I'm doing some dumbbell flyes, with your little arms as the dumbbells. Now you're all the way up. I think I'll do some more reps to get a good pump goin'. Yeah, up and down, up and down. Ya know you're like a fuckin' feather to my muscles John. You are so fuckin' light. Okay, that's ten reps. Time for some real wrestlin'. Oh, what happened John? I let you come crashing down onto my chest and then I grabbed you with one arm and spun around, spinning over on top of you and flipping you over like a pancake. Now I'm pinning you. Yeah John I know there's no way you could get up. You're just so weak. Of course I'm so heavy and so strong even big guys can't break my pin. Yeah, feel my pumped up pecs as I rub `em on your skinny little chest. I'll let go of your arms so you can feel `em. Yeah, real big and hard aren't they. Feel how those big nipples dig into your body. My nipples are so big and hard they're like spikes digging into your flesh. Yeah, and feel my big arms John. Those arms are so strong they could twist your body like a pretzel. Sure John, I'll do it. You wanna feel how strong those arms are don't you John. Okay, here goes. Hehehehe, this is fun. I'm just bending your arms and legs like they're nothing. Try to fight back John. What? You are trying? Geez, I can't feel a thing. You're just so weak. You're just nothing to my big muscles John. Look how easy it is for me to pin both of your arms behind your back with one hand. Fuck you are weak. Now look at me bend your leg up with just my little finger. Yeah, I'm grabbing your ankle with just my little finger and I'm twisting your leg all the way up. Try to straighten your leg John. Geez, I can hardly feel that. Shit, my little finger's stronger than your whole fuckin' leg. Yeah, feel that little finger John. Big and thick, ain't it. Just think of how strong that finger is. Now feel my other fingers. Yeah, those fingers are real strong. Real big and thick and strong. Feel how strong they are when I squeeze your arm. Flex your bicep and try to fight back. God John your arm feels like mush. When are you gonna start flexin'? What, you are already? Geez, there just ain't any muscle there. Oh does that hurt John? Are my big fingers crushing your puny little arm too hard? Yeah, each one of my fingers is stronger that your little arm. Just think of the force when all five of those fingers are crushin' your flab. Look at my forearm John. Look at all the muscle in there. Look at all that muscle flexing, puttin' all that power into my fingers. Yeah, my forearm looks like a pile of coiled up snakes, doesn't it John. Look at all those snakes writhing and squirming. Yeah, that's all muscle John. Real hard, real strong muscle. And look at those veins. Yeah, they're surging with blood, feeding that muscle. Feeding that muscle and making that muscle get even bigger and stronger as it pumps up. Yeah, just look at that fuckin forearm John. And feel the power of my big fingers. Yeah, its awesome, ain't it John. Yeah, I bet that hurts. My muscles can hurt anything they want. My muscles are so strong there's nothing they can't hurt. They're crushin' your little arm like it's a banana. Your arm's nothing to my strong fingers, John. I could twist my wrist and snap your bone like a twig. But I don't wanna hurt you John. Yeah, we're just playin'. My muscles are just playin' with you. Yeah I'm lettin' go.

What? You like to feel the power of my muscles? You don't mind a little pain when that pain is coming from my big muscles? Okay, well feel this. I'm wrapping my legs around your chest and locking my ankles. Yeah, it's called a scissors hold John. Fuck, each of my legs is almost as big as your little chest. Look at that solid muscle John. Yeah look at the solid muscle of my legs. Look at those big quads. They're huge. And look how ripped they are. Yeah, solid muscle. Now feel that muscle John. BAMMM! Yeah, I just flexed those big quads. What happened John? Your chest just got crushed. All the air was just forced out of your lungs. Try to breathe John. You can't? Yeah, I know. My legs are way stronger than your breathin' muscles. You can't breathe any more. Look at my legs John. Just look at how muscular they are. Do you think they're applying maximum force? Well, think again. BAMMM! Yeah, I just cranked `em up a notch. Ya know if I really cranked up these monsters all the way, I'd break all your ribs. My legs are way stronger than your ribs. I know, `cause I broke a guy's ribs a couple months ago. He got into a fight with me and really got me mad. I got him in a scissors hold and squeezed my legs as hard as I could. First all the air went rushing out of his lungs. Then I heard a bunch of cracking sounds as my big legs snapped his rib bones. Then he passed out. He had to go to the hospital . I broke six ribs with just that one squeeze of my big quads. I don't think he'll be pickin' any fights with me anymore. Hey John, you're gettin' red in the face, but you're still staring at my body like you can't believe how strong I am. Yeah, I am fucking strong. Okay, I'll let go. Just so you know John, I was only applying about half of my strength. Yeah, feel those big legs John. They could crush the life out of you anytime they wanted. They are super strong. But hey John. I'm your friend. Those big legs are here for you to enjoy. You can do whatever you want with my muscles.

Hey, you're sticking your head between my thighs. You're jamming right between those two big tree trunks of muscle. Yeah, my thighs are a lot bigger than your head, aren't they John. All that muscle feels real good against your cheeks. Yeah it feels warm and solid. What? You feel real protected with your head buried between my thighs? You like the feeling of my strong muscle when its relaxed, pressing against your head. You feel like a puny little midget with your head being surrounded by my big, giant muscles; Yeah, and feel my balls bouncin' on top of your neck. I'm pickin' `em up and droppin' `em on your puny little neck. Yeah, they're big and heavy aren't they John. My balls are bigger than golf balls and they're real hard. And they make tons and tons of cum. I can cum eight or nine times a day easy and each time I shoot twice as much as Jeff shot. Yeah those balls are real big and strong just like the rest of me. You like the feeling of my big thighs surrounding your head huh John. Nice firm flesh. Well, feel this. BAMMMM! Yeah, that flesh just turned into solid rock. I flexed my quads and my thighs turned into slabs of steel. Now feel what those slabs can do. Legs, move yourselves together. Show John's little head how strong you are. Oh, John you're started to groan. Yeah, my legs feel like a big steel vise closing in on your head. Yeah they're fucking strong. They're so strong they could probably crush your skull. Your little skull ain't nothin' to those big monsters. Yeah, feel the power John. Ummm, my cock's gettin' real hard watchin' my big quads flex and crush. They love to crush things. Ummmmm.

Okay John. Enough crushing. I'm letting go. Wow you look excited. You really like the power of my muscles don't you John. Even when they're crushin' the life out of you, you really like my muscles. And you like all my muscle talk too, don't you John. Yean, I know you do. You really like it when I talk about my muscles. You are so turned on I can't believe it. Yeah, go ahead an bury your face in my crotch John. Feel those big muscles. Smell that muscle jock stud sweat. Yeah, breathe in real deep and smell the strong sweat smell of a huge muscle jock. Run your little hands all over my big legs. Feel those huge quads and those bulging calves. Feel my big cock pressing up against your face. It's real big and real thick and real hard. My cock's twice as big as Jeff's cock was when we wrestled. Feel those big balls. They're huge. Yeah, my whole body's twice as big as Jeff's body. I got more muscle in my body than Jeff ever dreamed was possible. God, John, you are so turned on. You're burying your face in my crotch and attacking my body like a wild man. Your little hands are all over my thighs and my calves and my butt. Look at your little cock. It's twitching again. It's ready to blast off, just like Jeff did after I wrestled with him. But ya gotta wait John. I'm not done with the story yet. You wanted me to tell you what it's been like to grow up as a muscle jock. And I'm not done telling you. So I'm gonna just pick you up and set you down. Good thing you're just a little feather to my strong muscles. Yeah, just keep that little cock hard John. It's gonna get a real workout in a few minutes.

So I had a real good time at Jeff's house. I stayed there three more days and lifted weights with Jeff every day. His dad went out and bought another 100 pounds of weights. Not for Jeff------he was way too weak to need more weights------but for me. In my final workout I was benchin' 160-----10 pounds more than when I started, pressin' 125-------five pounds more than when I started, and curlin' 95-----five fuckin' more pounds that I was usin' just three days before. And I was doin' pull-ups with a 55 pound dumbbells strapped to my waist. Jeff couldn't believe how I got so much stronger so fast. He didn't increase his poundages at all. He was still as weak as ever. He was just goin' through the motions. His real job was spotting for me. I was the weight trainer and he was just a little wannabe. The most amazing thing is that I squatted with 235 pounds for three reps. Fifteen fucking pounds more than I could do three days before. I could even see my legs had gotten bigger. And guess what John. I gained two pounds. Two pounds of solid muscle. I went from 115 to 117 in three days. I was eatin' like a wild man. Jeff's mom went out and bought tons of high protein food and I wolfed it down. I ate four or five times more than Jeff. His parents were really into my lifting and eating. They couldn't believe how strong I was and how much I could eat. And they really couldn't believe how fast I put on muscle and how fast I got stronger. Fuck, that was just normal to me. My body's always gotten bigger and stronger when I challenged it harder. I've always been bigger and stronger than other kids. Jeff kept feeling my muscles all the time. And he challenged me to arm wrestling and wrestling matches morning, noon and night. He really liked that. He wanted to wrestle in the nude in his room. I liked to wrestle, so I did it. We were like Greek wrestlers, wrestling in the buff. Of course he wasn't much of a match for me and I won every time. I let him feel my muscles when we were wrestling. He really got excited when he did that. After every match, after I had smashed his miserable weak body, he beat off while he was watchin' and touchin' my muscles. He really got off on my body, just like you. He beat off four times a day while I was there, lookin' at my body and feelin' my muscles. He said he had never beat off that much in his whole life. He was real sad when I left. After I got home I sent him some pictures of me flexing. I'll bet he beat off a hundred times to those pictures.

Part 7

When I got home from vacation, it was almost time for football season to start. I told my dad I really wanted a weight set. He could see how fast my muscles grew when they were challenged by the heavy weights. But he said I was still too young. He said he would get me some weights when he saw signs I was startin' puberty. Geez, I could hardly wait. I kept up all my other exercises and my muscles kept responding, getting bigger and stonger. For our first game I weighed 118 pounds and it was solid muscle. I was the strongest 11 year old football player by far in the whole league. Kids couldn't believe it when I told `em I could bench 160 and squat with 235. Fuck, I was probably stronger than that `cause I was still puttin' on muscle. I was already stronger than most teenagers. Needless to say, the Tigers kicked ass again. I was the total star of our team. I was so much stronger than Joey it wasn't even close. I wiped up the field with his sorry body. He had to leave the game after the first half `cause he was so battered and bruised from my hitting. We beat the Raiders 84 to 0. With most teams, we stopped pounding on them after about 35 to 0. But we hated the Raiders so much we just kicked their asses. It was real fun.

About a month after football season was over, I noticed my voice was starting to change. It was kinda crackling. Over a few weeks it became a lot deeper, like a man's voice not a boy's voice. And I saw a few hairs starting to grow in my crotch. I was starting puberty! I was stoked! I was starting puberty before I was even 12 years old. I had always been more mature looking than other kids my age. I always looked a couple of years older than my age, because of my muscles and everything. So it just seemed normal that my body was already starting puberty. All the other kids in my class were still boys and I was turning into a man. Of course my muscles already looked like a man's muscles, but now I was gonna turn into a real man. I showed my dad my new pubic hairs and he could hear my new voice. He looked at my body and said "Son, looks like you're ready for the weights. God only knows how fast your muscles are gonna grow when you give `em that heavy iron to push around." I smiled and flexed my arm for my dad. I looked at my bulging bicep and said, "Yeah, these muscles wanna explode. They wanna get huge. They wanna get so strong they'll be unstoppable." My dad reached up and felt my rock hard bicep. He was really proud of me and my body. He knew I was a natural born muscle stud. "Yeah," he said, lookin' at and feelin' my bulging bicep. He knew I was gonna put on more muscle like crazy.

So for Christmas I got my weights. It wasn't a little beginner set like Jeff's. It was a big, professional weight set. My dad had cleaned out our garage. The garage was gonna be my gym. I had a bench that bended for inclines and declines, a squat rack, a pulley set for pull-downs and rows, a chinning bar, parallel bars for dips, a leg press machine, and tons and tons of weights. I had an Olympic bar with lots of big plates. I had a couple of barbells with more plates. And I had a whole set of dumbbells, goin' all the way up from 10 to 100 pounds. Pretty good for an eleven year old kid. Most 11 year olds would get a little 110 pound wimpy set of plastic covered weights. I got a weight set with over 1,500 pounds of solid iron. My dad knew I was gonna need all that weight. He knew I was gonna get huge and get real strong. And as you can see John, I did. I'm huge and I'm real strong. Those 100 pound dumbbells are way too light for me now. I got dumbbells goin' all the way up to 180 pounds. I can do sets and reps of inclines with those. Next week I'm gonna get 190 and 200 pound dumbbells. Those 180's are already getting' too light for these big muscles.

Before I took my first workout on Christmas day, my dad took my measurements. I was 5' 1" tall and weighed 120 pounds. My chest already measured 38 inches and my arms 12-1/2 inches. Pretty fucking big for an 11 year old! My thighs were 19 inches of solid muscle. My waist was only 27 inches and I didn't have an ounce of fat on my body. I was already incredibly muscular. And those weights were gonna make me even more muscular. After I got warmed up with some pushups and pull-ups, I challenged my dad to a lifting contest. My dad weighed about 190 pounds and I always thought of him as a real strong dude. We loaded two big 45 pound plates onto the Olympic bar which was sitting on the bench rack. I looked at those two big plates of iron. They looked huge. I had never lifted an Olympic bar before. But I knew all the big studs lifted Olympic bars with big 45 pound plates. And you needed to start with one 45 pound plate on each side to call yourself a man. And I knew I was a man! The bar and the plates weighed 135 pounds. A piece of cake for my strong muscles. I got under the bar and lifted it off the rack. Then I lowered it to my chest and cranked out 15 easy reps. I crashed the bar back onto the rack and jumped up off the bench. "Man, son, you're really strong," said my dad. "You cranked out those reps like it was nothin'. That weight weighs more than you do." I smiled and nodded to my dad. "Those fuckin' weights ain't nothin' to my muscles," I said. I was real cocky. I was real confident. I'm always confident. I used a swear word in front of my dad. But we were workin' out in the gym. We were men. I knew he wouldn't care if I used swear words. Real men use swear words all the time. "Fuck yeah!" he said as he punched my bulging pec. And we were real men. He got under the bar and lifted if off the rack. He managed to crank out 10 reps and then started slowing down. He did two more with my spot and then racked the weight. He slowly got off the bench and I punched him in the chest. "Not bad for an old man," I said. "Let's add 20 pounds." We each put a 10 pounds plate on the bar. Now it weighed 155 pounds. I got under the bar and lowered it to my chest. It felt a lot lighter than the 160 pounds I had lifted in August at Jeff's house. I realized I had gotten a lot stronger! I pressed the bar up easily and lowered it. Then I pressed it up and down seven more times, with my dad helping with a spot for the last two reps. I jumped up off the bench. "Fuckin' strong!" I yelled. My dad smiled and nodded. He was real proud of me. Then he got under the bar. He lifted it off the rack and lowered it to his chest. Then he started lifting. Slowly the bar started going up, but I could tell he was really struggling. He barely got the bar all the way up and then crashed it onto the rack. "That thing's fucking heavy," he said. "Not for me," I said proudly as I rubbed my hands over my throbbing pecs. "I wanna add 20 pounds more. I wanna lift 175 fucking pounds. Spot me dad." My dad looked at my bulging 11 year old muscles and nodded his head. He wasn't gonna say no to a body that looked like mine and had just done eight reps with a weight he could hardly lift. We added the plates and I got under the bar. I lifted it off the rack and slowly lowered it to my chest. I could feel my pecs and delts and triceps bulge as they challenged the heavy weight. Blood was surging through the muscle. Those muscles were incredibly pumped, just rippling with power. I touched the cold steel to my pecs and then pressed up as hard as I could. One hundred seventy-five pounds of iron against 120 pounds of muscle. And yeah, my muscle won. My muscle always wins, John. I pressed up the bar slowly but steadily. I never even slowed down. I locked my elbows and crashed the heavy bar onto the rack. I jumped off the bench and flexed my pecs in front of my dad. "Fuck, I'm strong!" I yelled. "How's it feel to have an 11 year old son who's way stronger than you, dad? How's it feel to have a muscle kid for a son?" My dad reached down and ran his hands over my throbbing pecs. "Feels good, Mike," he said. "It makes me feel real good to have a son as strong and muscular as you. You make me real proud." I smiled as my father admired my big muscles. Muscles that were already stronger than his. Muscles that were gonna get way stronger than his.

After the benches we had a contest with squats. Of course I won that one too. My dad could barely lift 180 pounds. Not even what he weighed. I got all the way up to 250 pounds for one solid rep. That was more than twice what I weighed. My legs were fuckin' strong! I was stronger than my dad in all the exercises. Curls, military presses, lat pulldowns, everything. God it felt great being stronger than my own father. After that day, my dad treated me with a lot more respect. He knew I was fuckin' stronger than he was and he couldn't do anything physical to me anymore. I was a fuckin' strong young jock, and nobody could fuck with me. Not even my dad.

After the lifting contest, I started my first workout. My dad was my spotter. He said he wanted to be my spotter for all my workouts. Fuck, that was great. I could lift super heavy weights every workout and my dad would always be there to help me force out those few final brutal reps. I knew I was gonna get super huge and super strong with my dad helping me like that. I got into a great workout program. I ate a huge breakfast every morning---eggs, toast, cereal, milk, sometimes steak too. Then I'd go to school and drink a big protein drink mid-morning. Then I ate a giant lunch. I'll tell you in a minute how all the kids would give me their food `cause they saw how big I was getting and how hungry I always was. Then right after school before basketball practice I had another big protein drink. That gave me lots of energy so I could be the fuckin star in practice, like I always was. I just dominated everybody with my fast, muscular body. When I got home after basketball practice, I ate a big snack. Yeah, I mean a big snack. I had worked up a real appetite at practice. I ate like two chicken or tuna sandwiches and a big glass of milk. I was always hungry. Then I'd watch TV or play computer games for about an hour before dinner. Then my dad would come home from work and we'd have a big dinner. I was already hungry for dinner even though I had just had that big snack. We'd have chicken, steak, fish, all sorts of protein stuff. Plus lots of vegetables and potato or rice. I always ate at least twice as much as my dad. Shit, I was a growing boy! After dinner I'd study for a half-hour or so and then I'd hit the weights for about two hours. My dad would always be there to spot. After my workout, I drank another big protein shake, watched a little TV and hit the sack. My whole day consisted of eating, playing sports, eating some more, workin' out with heavy iron, and eating some more. Oh yeah, and a few classes and a little studying mixed in. But classes and homework weren't shit to me. I didn't give a fuck about that shit. All I cared about was playin' sports, liftin' weights, eatin' big and getting real big and muscular and real strong. And yeah, John. I did it. I got real big and muscular and real strong. And fuck, when you're as big and muscular and strong and good looking as me, people just wanna do things for you. Teachers just wanna help you get A's and B's. They don't make you work as hard as the other wimpy kids. They know you're a stud. They just let you coast along in their class, `cause your such a jock stud. The star player on the football and basketball team. They wanna give you an A `cause you're such a fuckin' stud. Yeah, John. I don't have to study very hard. My big muscles do my studying for me.

I only did the "beginner" workout routine for one day, the first day I worked out. I was way beyond a beginner. My muscles were already big, toned and strong. So right away I went to the "intermediate" program. I only did that for another week. During that week a gained five pounds of solid muscle and got a lot stronger. I was up to 125 pounds in weight and my bench had gone up to 195. I had gone up 20 pounds in the bench in a week! My dad measured my chest and I had put on a half inch of muscle already. He couldn't believe how fast I could put on the muscle and how fast I got stronger. I had hit another growth spurt. I was goin' through puberty and my body was just exploding. The combination of me lifting those huge weights, eating tons of protein-rich food, and havin' those raging male hormones surging through my body made me grow like crazy.

So I started on an "advanced" mass building program. Me and my dad picked out a program that trained one muscle group each day. You trained that muscle group real hard. to complete exhaustion. Then you let those muscles rest and grow for a week while you trained the other muscle groups. At the end of the week, that muscle group would be a lot bigger and when you worked it again you'd be able to add lots more weight `cause those muscles had gotten so much stronger from all that mass building. This mass building program was designed for the trainer who already had good muscles and now wanted to make them super big and super strong. That sure was me! I was stoked.

Monday was chest day. I did six sets of six different exercises--bench presses, incline dumbbell presses, decline dumbbell presses, dumbbell pullovers, parallel bar dips with weights, and dumbbell flyes. At the end of those 36 sets my chest was so big and pumped and shredded it was unbelievable. My pecs were just throbbing, covered with veins that were surging with blood. Blood that was pumping protein into those muscles that would make `em grow even bigger and stronger for next week's brutal workout. Tuesday was back day. I did six sets of five different exercises. Pull-ups with weights attached to my waist, dumbbell rows, cable rows, deadlifts for my lower back and shoulder shrugs for my traps. I had never done deadlifts before, but in my first workout I could lift 240 pounds. My back was really strong. And I could do shoulder shrugs with 150 pounds. My traps really popped out on either side of my neck after I finished my six sets and my neck muscles got thick and pumped too. I didn't know I had such big trap muscles but there they were, all pumped and bulging. And my neck looked like the neck of a real jock. Thick and muscular. I decided to do a couple of sets of neck exercises as part of my back routine. So I told my dad to grab my head and I moved my head around against the force of his grip. God, those neck muscles really bulged after a few sets of that! My dad couldn't believe how strong my neck was. Yeah John, look at how thick my neck is. Yeah, go ahead and feel those muscles. Feel my neck and my traps. I still work out my neck with my dad and it's gotten so strong he can hardly hold on. He can hardly hold my head against the force of my neck muscles. I can lay on my back on a bench and do head raises with a 150 pound dumbbell strapped around my forehead. I can do shoulder shrugs with 400 pounds. Yeah my neck and my traps are so fuckin' strong. And fuckin' big too. My neck measures 18-1/2 inches. It's bigger than my arms. It's as wide as my head, ain't it John. Look how thick it is. Look how all the thick muscle rises up from my big thick traps. Yeah, those traps and real thick and hard aren't they John. Yeah, big traps and a big neck. That's the sign of a real muscle jock ain't it John. Big thick traps that just ooze of strength and power. A big thick neck that's as wide as your head. Yeah, my neck's like that. It's solid muscle. Big, thick solid muscle.

Wednesday was shoulders day. I did six sets of five different exercises----barbell presses, dumbbell presses, upright rows, lateral raises and pulley raises. At the end of my shoulder workout my delts were just burstin' out of my skin. They looked like cannonballs sitting on my shoulders, shredded with fibers of pumped up muscles and covered with veins. The muscles were totally exhausted. I had forced them to work beyond the pain barrier, to work harder than they had every worked in their life. And I knew those muscles were gonna respond by growing even bigger and stronger for their workout the next week. They were gonna need bigger weights to challenge `em. And I was right. The next week those delts could handle 10 pounds more in the barbell exercises and five pounds more in the dumbbell and pulley exercises. The had gotten way bigger and way stronger.

But something else was happening to my body besides my muscles getting bigger. My whole body was getting bigger. I was going through puberty, which meant I was getting taller, my shoulders were getting broader and my chest was getting bigger and deeper. My whole body was changing from the body of a boy to the body of a man. In the three months between Christmas and my 12th birthday, I gained four inches in height, going from 5'1" to 5'5". My shoulders got a lot broader. Not only was I packing on the muscle, but my bones were growing wider and bigger. My rib cage was growing too. So I was packin' on the muscle mass and the bone size at the same time, making my shoulders and chest grow at warp speed. God it felt great seeing my body change before my eyes. My dad had put a big mirror in our garage. After every workout I'd flex in the mirror and my dad and I would stare at my muscles. Neither one of us could really believe how big and muscular I was getting.

Thursday was arms day. I loved to train my arms. I've always had big arms, and blasting them like I did on Thursdays made them get huge. And real strong, Real, real strong. I did three exercises for biceps, three exercises for triceps and two exercises for my forearms. I did six sets of each exercise. I did barbell curls, dumbbell curls and preacher curls. Then I did triceps pressdowns on the pulley machine, French presses, where I hold a big dumbbell behind my back and press it up over my head, and dumbbell extensions, where I bend over and press up a big dumbbell with my triceps. For my forearms I did wrist curls and reverse grip curls. Some guys don't work their forearms. But I like real big, massive forearms. Just like a big neck, big forearms are the mark of a real jock. I've always had big forearms, but because I've been workin' `em with heavy weights for so long my forearms are huge. They're way bigger than most guys' upper arms. Check `em out John. Feel how big and hard my forearms are. Yeah, they're like big bowling pins aren't they. They look like a nest of writhing snakes. Writhing muscle snakes. Feel how hard they are. Yeah, they're as hard a rock. And they're always covered with veins, veins pumping blood into the big muscle to keep it real big and real strong. Yeah I love workin' out my arms, `cause they're so big and so strong and they look so good when they're all pumped and bulging with muscle.

Friday was leg day. This was a killer. After my leg workouts I could hardly walk. I did squats, leg presses, leg extensions, leg curls and calf raises. I did six sets of each exercise and for the squats, leg presses and calf raises I used incredibly heavy weights. The first day I tried leg presses I got all the way up to 350 pounds. Good thing I had lots of big 45 pound plates. For squats I used 275 for three reps in my last set. And for calf raises I could lift 325 for four reps in my last set. My dad couldn't believe how strong my legs were. After I was finished with my grueling workout, I flexed my legs in the mirror. God, there was a lot of muscle there. And it was all pumped and shredded. My legs were real thick and real muscular. My calves bulged out with the two heads of muscle showing clearly under my thin skin, covered with veins. My dad told me he never saw an 11 year old kid with legs as big and muscular as mine. He was real proud of me. He reached down and felt my big quads, quads that had just squatted and leg pressed huge amounts of weight, way more than he could lift. I flexed `em extra hard for my dad. "God those things are really big," he said. "And really hard. You are incredible." I smiled proudly as my dad admired my muscles. Then I pulled down my shorts and said, "Look dad, something else is growing too. My cock's a lot bigger than it was a month ago." When I pulled down my shorts my cock sprang up. It was hard as a steel pipe. It always got hard when I flexed in the mirror. Still does. "My cock's gotten a lot bigger and a lot thicker since I started puberty. My cock's gettin' big and thick just like my muscles." I was proud of my cock just like I was proud of my muscles. My cock was gettin' big and strong just like my muscles. My dad looked down and stared at my cock. I had just a little bush of blond pubic hair that was starting to grow in above my rock hard weapon. "Yeah, son, you're a total stud, that's for sure. You got it all. Looks, muscle and cock. You're gonna have a great life. You're gonna rule." I smiled proudly as I looked down at my rippling abs and my hard cock. I knew my dad was right. Yeah, I have had a great life, haven't I John. I'm strong as shit. I can do anything I want. I rule the whole school. Everyone wants to be my friend. Girls wanna get fucked by me every day. Guys wish they had half the looks and half the muscle and half the cock I got. Yeah, it's just fucking great being me.

I worked out my abs twice a week, on chest day and on arms day. I did three sets of 200 crunches and three sets of 100 hanging leg lifts. My waist has always been small and my abs have always been shredded. I wanted to keep `em strong and shredded but not add a lot of inches around my waist. Fuck, I've gained 75 pounds of muscle since I started lifting but I've only put two inches on my waist. Twenty-nine inches of fucking rock hard washboard muscle. As strong as steel. As hard as bricks. Yeah, my abs are fantastic, aren't they John. Yeah, I know they are. On weekends I rested. I let those muscles grow and grow. I ran five or 10 miles both Saturday and Sunday to keep up my cardio. That was a piece of cake for me. My muscles never had to strain at all.

So that was my training program when I first started liftin'. I still train pretty much the same way, training one muscle group each day. Shit, why fuck with success? I gained so much muscle and strength in that first three months I couldn't believe it. Neither could my dad. Neither could the kids at school. Every day I come to school bigger and stronger than the day before. I could just feel it. All the kids could see it. I was goin' through an amazing growth spurt, like the one I had when I first started workin' out in third grade, only way more. I was getting taller, wider, heavier and stronger incredibly fast. I was turning from a strong and muscular boy into an incredibly strong and incredibly muscular young man. Every month my mom had to buy me bigger shirts `cause my shoulders and chest were growin' so fast. I liked it when my shirt was too small. I'd put on that little shirt and strut around the school flexing my pecs and lats and arms for all to see. Yeah, you were there, John. You remember that. It was amazing. I was by far the biggest and most muscular kid in sixth grade. All the other guys were still weak little boys and I was turnin' into a real man. A big, strong, muscular young man. Girls kept coming up to me and feeling my muscles. Of course I always flexed for `em. I loved it when the girls when ape-shit over my body. Sometimes they'd reach down and grab my cock, which was hard a lot of the time. Yeah, they wanted that big cock even though they were still in sixth grade. Well, I didn't give it to them. Not yet. I knew better than that. I just teased `em with my big muscles and big cock. It wasn't till seventh grade that I started letting girls suck my dick. Yeah, I had `em practically lined up wanting to feel my muscles and suck my cock. By the end of seventh grade just about every girl in the grade, and a lot of 8th and 9th grade girls too, had sucked my cock. Yeah, I've had my cock sucked by lots of girls John. All the girls want my body and my cock. They just go crazy over me John. But I know you're gonna be a better cocksucker than any of those girls. I can just tell it.

 

Part 8

Well, John, I never gained so much bone and muscle as I did in that three months before my 12th birthday. I hit puberty and started liftin' and my body just exploded. You remember I told you how I gained 15 pounds in four months after I first started doing pushups and pull-ups and stuff when I was nine. Well this time I gained 30 pounds in three months. All my stud male hormones were raging, and with all that heavy lifting and big eating, my body got real big real fast. I got taller, my shoulders got wider, my chest got deeper and I packed tons of muscle all over my bigger body. Yeah John it was great. It felt so great getting bigger and stronger so fast.

It was fun going to school and having all the kids go bananas over my body. It was fun showing off how strong I was. Sometimes a girl would come up and feel my arm. Of course I'd flex for her. "Oh Mike," she'd say. "Your muscles are so big and hard. Show me how strong you are." So I'd turn around and grab some kid who was standing there watching me show off for the girl. I'd pick him up by the armpit and crotch and press him up and down about 10 times. Fuck, that was real easy. Most of my puny little classmates only weighed about 80 or 90 pounds so it was a fucking piece of cake for me to press `em. Shit, I could press over 200 pounds so pressin' these kids was nothin' to my big muscles. The girls would always rub their fingers on my delts as I lifted the poor kid up and down like a fucking broomstick. Then I'd flip the kid over and curl him for about 10 reps. Fuck, that was easy too since I could curl 150. The girls would grab my arms with their little fingers and feel my big biceps bulging as their curled the kid up and down like it was nothing. Sometimes a boy would feel my arms too. I know you did quite a few times, didn't you John. Yeah, you really liked it when some girl asked me to show her how strong I was. That happened every day. The girls really liked it when I showed off for them. Yeah, and I liked doin' it. They'd asked me to take off my shirt, and I'd rip off my tight t-shirt so they could see my body. Then I'd flex for them and they'd go ape-shit. Yeah, John, every day I got to show off my muscles. My classmates were my props for my big strong muscles. They were like little toys for me. I outweighed all the boys by more than 50 pounds, except a few fat dweebs, and I was solid muscle. They were nothing compared to me. Their little 9 inch arms looked like toothpicks next to my big 14-1/2 inch guns. Their flabby 32 inch chests looked so puny next to my big, bulging 42-1/2 inch monster. My shoulders were almost a foot wider than their bony little shoulders and mine were capped with inches of thick, hard, striated delt muscle. Their weak little 15 inch quads looked so skinny next to my 23 inch masses of muscle that could squat with over 350 pounds. The only part of my body that was about the same size as theirs was my waist. But my waist was rippling with hard muscle that looked and felt like corrugated steel. Their waists were mostly soft and flabby. Even the jocks who had some abs had nothing compared to mine. Yeah, John, it was great being so fucking big and strong compared to all the other boys.

And you John. Geez, you were the smallest and weakest of all the boys. You only weighed 70 pounds. I weighed more than double what you weighed. I could press you with one arm easy. I remember pressing you 10 times with my right arm and then 10 times with my left arm. I just grabbed you under your armpit and press you up. Piece of cake. I could even curl you with one arm. You were so light. I'd get up on a chair and tell you to grab onto my wrist with both hands. Then I'd curl your puny little body up and down. You were starin' at my big bicep the whole time, the big, shredded bicep that was curlin' your whole body like it was nothin'. Yeah John you really got off on that, didn't you. You really got off on the fact that I could lift your little body with only one arm. My delts and arms were so big and strong they could lift you like a toy. I remember after lifting you like that you couldn't keep your hands off my big delts and arms for a whole five minutes. You just kept rubbing your fingers over my delts and arms, just like the girls did. Pretty soon you were runnin' your hands over my whole body. I didn't know then you were gay, but I knew you were really getting off on it. And I liked flexin' my muscles for you John, just to show you how big and hard and strong they were, especially compared to your weak little shit. Yeah, you really got off on that didn't you John.

Well, let's do it again John. I'm gonna press you up and down with just one arm and then I'm gonna curl you with just one arm. And I'm gonna do it with each arm so I get a nice pump. Yeah, you're heavier than you were in sixth grade but I'm fuckin' bigger and stronger too. You're still just a little toy for my big muscles John. You still don't weigh shit. My muscles are gonna play with you John. They're gonna lift your puny little body like a fuckin' toy. Yeah, here I go. I'm grabbin' you under the armpit with my right hand and liftin' you like you were nothin'. Yeah, up and down, up and down. Fuck, your little 115 pounds ain't nothin' to my big delts, John. I do dumbbell presses with 150 pounds, 150 pounds of fucking iron. You're just nothing. Okay, 15 reps with the right arm. Now 15 reps with the left arm. Look at those muscles flex and bulge John. Yeah, they're getting nice and pumped. Look how big they get when they're all flushed with blood. Ten, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15. Piece of cake John. Yeah, feel those big delts. Rub your little fingers over them just like you did in sixth grade. Yeah, they're twice as big as they were then aren't they John. They've gotten huge. And fucking strong! Too strong for you to even imagine. My delts are ten times as strong as yours John. You can't even begin to think what it's like to be so strong, can you John? No, I know you can't. Well it feels fucking great! It feels just fucking great! Okay, enough feelin' John. Now for the curls. I'm getting up on the chair and now you grab on to my right wrist. Yeah, just like that. Now watch me curl you with one arm John. Look at that huge bicep flex as it curls your little body up. Look at that muscle bulge. Look at how big that muscle is. Look at those fibers. Look at those veins. Yeah, you can see the two heads of muscle. Yeah, I got great separation. Look at how the huge muscle just pops out of my skin. I'm doin' my third rep. God that muscle is pumped. Look at how fucking big it is! Done! Wow! Three reps. Three fucking reps with 115 pounds. God I'm getting strong. Yeah John. Feel that fucking muscle. It's bigger than you can even imagine ain't it. Yeah, it's huge. And hard as rock. Now the other arm. Gotta pump my left arm too. Grab on little man. Okay. One, two, …………………fuck, look at that muscle explode! Grrrrrrrrrrr! Three! Three fuckin' reps with my left arm. Both my fuckin' arms are fuckin' strong as shit. Fuck it feels good to be so strong! God John, you're goin' crazy again. Yeah my cock's rock hard, just like yours. Your hands and face are all over my delts and arms and pecs and lats and abs. You're just ravishing my body again John. You're fucking worshipping it again. Yeah, it's fuckin' nice, ain't it John. It's like a fuckin' piece of sculpture. And it's as hard as rock, just like a sculpture. Oh John, you're turnin' me on so much. Oh your tongue feels so good. Your fingers feel so good runnin' all over my pecs and abs. God John, I don't think I'll be able to go on with this story too much longer. I'm just so hot. My cock's ready to blast like it's never blasted before. But John, I'm a man of my word. I told you I would tell you and your tape recorder the story of what it's been like to grow up as a fuckin' muscle jock, and I'm not quite done yet. So I'm gonna lift you up and put you down one more time. Yeah, good thing I'm strong. I can do it with just one hand.

So when I turned 12 years old I was already a total muscle stud. I was so much bigger and stronger than all the other kids it wasn't even close. I had a big body and a big cock. When I changed my clothes after track and field practice, all the other boys would just stare at my body and my cock. They just couldn't believe what they were seeing. I was a man among boys. And I dominated all the competition in track and field again. I even entered some competitions I had never tried before. I was so fast and strong I just blew away the other boys. I won the 100 and 200 meter dashes, the 100 and 200 meter hurdles, the long jump, the high jump, the pole vault, the discuss, the hammer throw and the shot. And I set city records in most of them. My school came in first in the city and it was all because of me. I carried the whole fucking team. After the all-city track meet, I was given a special medal as the best grade school male athlete that had ever competed in the meet. God I felt good. It feels so great being such a total jock.

I continued lifting over the summer and was even bigger and stronger for football. God I love football. I just mowed over the other kids. They were all so puny compared to me. The parents of the opposing teams kept asking to see my birth certificate. They couldn't believe I was only 12 years old. At 155 pounds of solid muscle I was way bigger and stronger than any of the other kids. Joey was like a little girl compared to me. We played the Raiders the first game and I kicked his sorry butt so hard he was out of the game after the first half. Shit, when you can bench 325 and squat with 375, some big fat 12 year old is just a punching bag for you. I just hit Joey at will. I pounded his fat body into the ground so hard he almost broke some bones. Then when I carried the ball, I just ran right through him, giving him a powerful knee jab or a straight arm in the gut for good measure. Yeah, he was totally fucked up after the first half. After that game the league commissioner made me move up to the 14 year old team, a jump of two years. He said it just wasn't fair for me to be playin' against 12 year olds when I had the body of a strong and muscular 16 year old. I loved playin' against the 14 year olds. I was way stronger than them too They were really embarrassed to get their asses kicked by a 12 year old, but I kicked their 14 year old asses real good. They were nothin' compared to me. Football season was great. We were undefeated and I was the MVP. Yeah, John, I'm always the MVP.

I was now in seventh grade. Already I was stronger and more muscular than the 9th graders and I knew it. But there was this one big 9th grader named Ben who thought he was a real hot shit. He was about five or six inches taller than me and had a pretty good body, although he wasn't anywhere near and buff and hard as me. I figured he weighed about 175, maybe 180, while I weighed a little more than 155. He was obviously the big stud of the ninth grade class. All his friends followed him around like little groupies. And he dished out shit to everybody, including his groupies. He thought he was the stud of the school. A couple of his 14 year old friends were on one of the football teams I had thrashed. I had kicked their asses real bad. They were really embarrassed that a 12 year old had dominated them so much on the football field. So they went up to Ben and asked him to pound the shit out of me. They told him I was strong for a seventh grader, but he would have no trouble kicking my little ass `cause he was a big stud ninth grader and the strongest kid in the whole school. They said, how strong can a seventh grader be? That little Mike ain't nothin' compared to you Ben. Of course Ben ate up this shit. He liked bein' the top dog in our school and showing off for his groupies. And he had a girlfriend too. She loved feelin' his muscles when he flexed for her. And she loved it when he put another kid in his place, pounding him with his big muscles and proving again he was the man. It made her feel real good being the girlfriend of the big man on campus. It was like she was the top girl `cause she was dating the big stud boy. It was important to both Ben and his girlfriend that he stay top dog. And they both loved it when he showed off in front of everybody. So Ben was more than happy to agree to pound my 12 year old ass and show off again to his groupies and his girlfriend.

At lunch time one day, two of the 9th graders I had dominated at the football game came up to me and told me their friend Ben wanted to teach me a lesson. He wanted to teach me to respect 9th graders. He wanted to teach me that him and his friends, including the two fuckheads who were talking to me, ran the school. He wanted to put me in my place. They told me Ben wanted me to meet him after school so he could teach me the lesson. Oh, and yeah, if I was too chicken to meet Ben, Ben would just have to come lookin' for me. I looked at these two punks and laughed. "Me, too chicken to meet Ben?" I said. "Ben's gonna be the one who turns into a chicken. I ain't afraid of nobody. Just tell Ben he better be ready to get hit by this." Then I flexed my arm in front of their faces. Their eyes got wide as they saw just how big and hard my muscles were. "I'm gonna fuck up Ben so bad he'll wish he never set foot in this school." I was real cocky. Shit, I deserved to be cocky. I was a total stud. I knew I was way stronger and way quicker that that big asshole. I could hardly wait for the fight.

So after school I went to meet Ben. When I got there, there were over 100 kids standing around waiting for the fight. Word had spread real fast. You were there weren't you John? Yeah I knew you wouldn't miss it for anything. Ben was standing there with his girlfriend holding on to his arm, clutching his muscles. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just some shorts and sneakers. His groupie friends were standing around him. When I walked up to the group I stripped off my tee-shirt so I was wearin' just my shorts and sneakers. There were a bunch of gasps as the 9th graders got a good look at my body. All the 7th graders knew how big and buff I was, but some of the 9th graders, including Ben, hadn't seen my body before. They were real surprised that a seventh grader was so big and muscular. I threw my shirt to one of my friends. All my 7th grade friends stood around me, just like Ben's groupies. Yeah, you were standin' there too John. Shit you were one of my friends too. Ben would never have let a wimp like you be one of his friends, but you're one of my friends even though you're a little nerd. I'm not stuck up like Ben.

I started talkin' to Ben. "Hiya, Ben, you big fucking asshole. I hear you wanna teach me a lesson. I hear you wanna put me in my place. I hear you wanna teach me that you and your ugly homeboys there rule the school. Yeah, well, we'll see about that. How much can you bench, Benjie? Two hundred? Maybe two ten? Oh , you can bench 225. Oh god, you're so strong Benjie. You can bench 225. Wow. I bet your little girlfriend there thinks you're real strong. I bet all your groupies think you're real strong. Well, guess what Benjie. I can bench 340. Yeah, you heard it right. Three hundred forty fucking pounds. I can bench 115 pounds more than you. Look at my muscles, Benjie. Look how big and hard they are." I flexed my chest and arms. My muscles just exploded under my thin skin. Ben's eyes got real wide. "Yeah, they're a lot bigger and harder than yours. You got some bulk, but my muscles are way buffer and way harder. And they're way stronger too. How much can you squat with, big boy? Check out these quads." I flexed my quads and the huge monsters bulged with shredded mass. "Yeah, so what is your squat? Two fifty? Two sixty? Yeah, I guessed about right. Two hundred sixty pounds. A fuckin' chicken shit weight. A pussy weight. A weight for little wimps. Fuck, I was squatin' with that when I was still 11 years old. Now I'm up to 395 for reps. Next week I'll be up to 400. Yeah, four hundred fuckin' pounds. A hundred forty pounds more than you can do. And I'm gettin' stronger every week, Benjie. You ain't nothin' compared to me Benjie. Check out those huge mothers." I flexed my quads again. Ben stared at the bulging muscle. He didn't look so confident anymore. "Yeah, all my muscles are strong, fuckhead. I can press 250 and curl 160. And I can do pullups with 110 pounds of iron strapped around my waist." I pressed my arms overhead, showing off my big, striated delts. Then I curled up my arms a few times. Finally I hit a lat spread. Ben's mouth sort of dropped open. " My abs are like a brick wall. My whole body is fucking strong as shit!" I yelled as I flexed my muscles. My body looked fantastic. My abs looked like a washboard. Ben stared in disbelief. "And I'm real fast too! There ain't nobody who's faster or quicker than me!" I did a few quick fake punches. Ben was obviously surprised at how quick I was. Then I smiled at him and just stood there, casually flexing my pecs and my abs. All the seventh graders started cheering wildly. Ben's groupies and his girlfriend were standing there kind of stunned.

Ben was looking real pale. I was havin' a lot of fun talking shit to him and playin' mind games with him. Fuck, I was just standin' there talkin' about my muscles and how strong I was compared to him and he was startin' to quiver in fear before I had even laid a fist on him. Yeah, John, the power of words is amazing. Sometimes words are just as strong as a fist to the gut. Even stronger. Stronger that pressin' up 250 pounds.. I can turn girls on real good just talkin' about my muscles before I let `em feel `em. By the time I let `em feel my muscles they are so hot from all my muscle talk they're ready for me to fuck `em right then. Yeah you get all hot from me talkin' like this too, don't you John. Yeah, your little cock's been rock hard since I first started talking. I bet you could shoot a huge load just listenin' to me talk. You wouldn't even have to see or touch my muscles. I'd just talk and you'd go crazy. Yeah, John, the power of words. Well my words had the opposite effect on Big Ben. Ben got petrified listening to me brag about how much stronger and quicker I was than him. He was white as a sheet. Then his girlfriend said. "Don't be afraid, Ben. You can kick that kid's ass. You're way bigger than he is. You rule this school." His groupies started chiming in. "Yeah, kick his ass, Ben" they said. "You're the man, Ben. He ain't as strong as he says. He's lying Ben. He's just a fuckin' seventh grader. He can't be that strong. Kick his ass, Ben. Show the little punk what a big ninth grader can do."

Ben had no choice. He had to fight. He puffed up his chest a little and made a fist with his right hand. Then he lunged at me. I could have easily dodged out of the way, but I didn't. I let him hit me right in the chest. Smaaaack! His fist hit me in my left pec. He obviously hit me as hard as he could. His punch would have knocked over any of the other kids standing there. But he didn't knock me over. I had put one of my feet behind me and I just stood there like a fucking brick wall. His fist hit my thick, rock-hard pec and bounced right off. He didn't hurt me at all. My pec was much to big and hard for him to hurt it. He grabbed his wrist in pain. "What's the matter, Benjie?" I said, taunting him. "Is my big pec too hard for your fuckin' little fist? Did you hurt your little fist? Fuck, I could hardly feel that. My mother can punch harder than that. I can't believe you're the strongest 9th grader, `cause you're weak as shit. That punch was nothin' to me." Ben kept holding his hand, not believing what I was saying. I smiled and made my right hand into a fist. "Here's what a real man's punch feels like, dweeb." Instantly I pulled back my arm and smashed my fist into his chest. I hit his left pec, just where he had hit mine. Except his pec wasn't nearly as hard as mine. His pec was nothin' to my big fist. My fist bashed into his body, making a big dent in his flesh. My follow through was tremendous. There were hundreds of pounds of force in my punch. I just smashed through Ben's big body like it wasn't even there. My arm straightened up and Ben was on the ground. "Fuck, you ain't nothin," I said, looking at my bulging arm. I picked him off the ground and said, "You wanna fight? Let's fight!" I punched him real hard in the gut, smashing all the way through to his spine. His abs weren't nearly as thick and hard as mine. Like a lot of big guys, his abs were like mush. At least they felt like much to my big fist. He knuckled over in pain. I had so much power in that punch he had to go to the hospital after the fight. That one punch had fucked him up so much. Before he could fall to the ground, I wrapped my arm around his neck and flexed my bicep. I love flexing my bicep into guys' necks. It makes `em respect that big monster real fast. Ya know John, I never start fights. But I sure finish `em good. My bicep exploded, bulging like a solid rock ball into his neck. I could hear his windpipe crackle as the big muscle smashed though it. His neck was nothing to my big bicep. I flexed and unflexed my arm. Each time I flexed, my bicep drove deeper into his neck. Finally I flexed real hard and kept flexing. I just let the power of my muscles teach him who was in control. He wasn't teachin' me any lessons. I was teachin' him a big lesson. He was totally helpless. He couldn't breathe. He tried to thrash around, hitting me with his fists, but his little punches were nothing to me. My body was like steel. Like armor. None of his little punches could do a thing to my steel-hard body.

Finally he stopped thrashing. He was like a big limp fish. He was starting to pass out. Spit started drooling out of his mouth. He really looked disgusting. His face was all red and the spit was dripping off his chin. I looked up at his girlfriend and smiled. I was making her boyfriend look like a retard. She looked at her fucked up boyfriend and then she looked at me. She was spendin' a lot more time lookin' at me than lookin' at him. Yeah, I was a lot better lookin' than him. Finally I let go of his neck and let him drop to the ground. I stomped my foot on his thrashed body and flexed my arms in triumph. In just two punches and one neck crush I had totally pulverized the biggest 9th grader in the school. I felt fucking great. All the kids crowded around me, yelling and screaming in victory. Tons of kids started feeling my muscles, both girls and boys. I kept my foot on his fucked up body and flexed like a fucking gladiator. I was like a conquering warrior. I felt so good.

Ben's homeboys looked down at their leader who was writhing in pain on the ground under my foot. They had a look of total defeat in their eyes. They knew they'd be takin' orders from me from now on. The I stopped flexin' and walked over to Ben's girlfriend. I made a fist and curled up my arm in front of her. My forearm and upper arm were just bursting with muscle. "Looks like you better find yourself another boyfriend, girl. Benjie's just a big wimp. He ain't shit compared to me." I moved my big arm back and forth a couple of times like I was punching something. Something like Ben's sorry gut. She reached up and felt the bulging muscles in my arm, muscles that were way bigger and way harder than her 9th grade boyfriend's. Her eyes got big as she saw and felt just how big and strong my muscles were. Then she went over and kicked Ben in the butt. "Fuckin' loser," she said as she walked away. Ben looked up at me with a look of total awe, like I was some kind of god. God that felt great, John. Fucking up the biggest 9th grader in the school. Making his girlfriend kick him in the ass. Fuck I ruled the school after that. You know don't you John. I've ruled everywhere I've been. But I'm not a bully John. I only smash guys when they try to smash me. I always win John. Nobody's ever smashed me. I'm always the one doin' the smashing. Nobody messes with me John. Yeah, that's what it's like to be a teenage muscle jock. Nobody messes with you. Everybody respects you. Everybody wants to be your friend. Everybody knows you're a total stud. Yeah, that's the way its always been for me John. I've always been the top dog.

After that day everybody in the school knew I was the man. I kept workin' out in my gym with my dad as my spotter. And I just kept getting bigger and stronger. I was the star on our basketball team. I played on the 9th grade team, cause I was way too strong and coordinated for the seventh and eighth graders. And I dominated all those 9th graders too. Our team won the city championship. I always scored the most points. Even though I was shorter than some of those skinny kids, I just muscled my way through their weak bodies and scored. I just pushed `em out of my way like they weren't even there. I was so much stronger than them it wasn't even close. I was like a man and they were like skinny little boys. I was like LeBron James. A young stud. And I could jump higher than most of them. I just dominated in basketball.

God John. I'm getting so hot and horny. I'm not gonna be able to keep talkin' much longer. My cock's ready to explode. I can hardly wait to have you suck my big cock. I can hardly wait to fuck your little white ass. Yeah, look at my cock John. It's rock hard and ready to fuck. It's so big and thick and hard. It's huge John. It's ready to attack. Yeah, and I can see your puny little cock's so hard it's gettin' blue. You're ready to blow a couple loads too. But you wanted me to tell you what it's been like to grow up as a muscle jock, and I just remembered another amazing experience. I was 14 years old. Just about two years ago. By then, I was five feet eight inches tall and I weighed about 175. I looked fantastic. I was solid muscle. I was by far the best built kid in our school. My arms were 16 inches of solid muscle. My chest measured 45 inches and my thighs 25. My waist was still only 28 inches around, a totally ripped washboard, so I had a fantastic V-shape, just like I do now. I was so strong it was incredible. I could bench 375 and squat with 425. I could curl more than I weighed---180 pounds. And I could do military presses with 275 pounds. Just think about it John. A 14 year old kid pushing 275 pounds over his head. God I was strong. Fuck, now I'm even stronger. Shit, I was such a fucking built and strong 14 year old it was incredible. I was a total stud. Well, I heard about a bodybuilding contest at the local junior college. They had a competition for teens and another competition for men. The teen competition was for guys under 19 and the men's competition was ages 20 and over. There was kind of an unwritten rule that real young teens couldn't enter, cause their bodies weren't mature enough to compete with the 17-19 year olds. Fuck, what a joke. I knew my body could compete with those dudes any day.

So I convinced my dad to drive me to the contest to enter. It didn't take much convincing. My dad was really into my body and he was looking forward to seeing me compete against some real big dudes. We even went out and bought some posing shorts. They were sky blue and they really looked great next to my smooth tan skin. For a few weeks before the contest I practiced a posing routine with my dad. We bought a couple of tapes of bodybuilding contests and I got the hang of figuring out a posing routine that would show off all my muscles real good. After every workout, I'd stand in front of the mirror and put on my sky blue posing shorts. Just seeing my body in those shorts got both me and my dad real hot. My muscles were all pumped from the workout so they really looked good. My face was real good lookin' and my hair was cut in a short buzz cut. I looked like a total muscle jock. God I looked good. My dad turned on the music and I'd do my routine. He'd give me pointers. How to turn to the audience, how to flex better, how to really show off my incredibly buff body. Sometimes he'd run his hands over my muscles and tell me just how big and hard they were. At the end of these sessions we were both so aroused that we'd shoot our loads right at the mirror. That fucking mirror got covered with cum every day. It was awesome.

Well, we got to the contest and I signed in. When I wrote age 14 next to my name, the guy who was signing people in said I was too young to enter. I ripped off my sweatshirt and stood there in front of him, flexing my pecs and lats just a little. The muscles bulged, showing off my incredible V-shape. My abs were rippling as usual. The guy's eyes almost popped out of his head. "Still think I'm too young?" I said, grinning proudly. "No, you're fine," he said, hardly able to take his eyes away from my body. Yeah, I was fine, all right. Real fine. Me and my dad went into the warmup room. The teen competition was first, so all the teens were in there starting get oiled and warm up. I was definitely the youngest guy there. Most of the guys were 17 to 19, but there were a few 16 year olds too. They were all in high school or even graduated from high school. I was the only junior high kid who had dared to show up. Fuck, I was still and 8th grader and I was competing with college kids. When I walked into the room, everyone turned to look at me. I had kept my sweatshirt off so my torso and my arms were in full view. I still had my sweatpants on. I could hear some gasps as the other competitors and their friends looked at my totally buff body. I smiled and ripped off my sweatpants, exposing my huge thighs and calves and my round, shredded muscle butt, which was barely covered by the posing shorts. I flexed my quads and the big muscles jumped to attention, rippling with striations of rock hard mass. There was another round of gasps as the kids saw this display of incredible muscle. My dad looked at me with absolute pride in his eyes.

I hit the floor and started doin' some pushups. In just about a minute, I cranked out an easy 100. The other kids stared at me. They couldn't believe how fast I could do the pushups. Fuck, 100 pushups was nothin'. I'd been doin' hundreds of pushups at a time since I was nine years old. I loved doin' pushups. My muscles always got a real good pump from doin' pushups and they were gettin' a real good pump now. Then I did something that really blew the minds of the other competitors. After I finished my 100 pushups, I did another 20 reps of one arm pushups with each arm. Yeah, the 100 reps were just a warmup. Those one armed pushups really gave me a pump. I jumped up and flexed my pecs. The striations of muscle were amazing. The big muscles were red with blood and really bulging in my chest. The muscles were at least three inches thick. Big, thick muscles that were pressing against my erect nipples, pushing them so hard from behind that they pointed down at a 45 degree angle. Veins were everywhere, surging with blood. Then I straightened my arms and flexed my triceps. The three heads of big muscle jumped out in bold relief, fibers showing under my thin skin like steel cords. God those muscles looked good. The other kids were really staring at me. Even though they were all bodybuilders themselves, they could see I had real quality muscle. Real strong quality muscle. They were really blown away by my body.

Then I went over to the chinning bar and cranked out 50 easy reps of chins. Again the kids couldn't believe how fast I could do these. Yeah, my lats were real strong. Pullin' up my 175 pounds of muscle was nothin' for them. And those lats had great endurance too. Fifty reps was a piece of cake. They could have done 150 reps easy. I've always had great endurance. My muscles just keep goin' and goin', like the Energizer bunny. After the 50 reps of pullups, I hung on the bar for a moment with my huge, wide lats flarin' out like fuckin' wings. Then I dropped my left hand and cranked out 10 pullups with just my right arm. I could hear some gasps in the room as the kids watched me do something probably none of them could do. One armed pullups are incredibly hard to do for most people. Not for me though. I grabbed the bar with my left hand and cranked out 10 reps. Then I dropped to the floor, turned around to face everybody and hit a lat spread. My lats flared with incredible width and thickness. The muscles were totally striated and covered with veins. I smiled with supreme confidence as all those older kids looked at my rippling, superstrong 14 year old muscles.

I grabbed a pair of 25 pound dumbbells and started cranking out curls. I wished that they had some heavier weights to really make my muscle work, but all they had was those real light weights for pumping up. I did about 50 reps of curls and hit a double biceps shot in the mirror. Wow, my biceps really looked great. They had a real nice, high peak and you could see the two heads of muscle clearly defined. They were totally striated and covered with veins. Sixteen inches of peaked, rock hard muscle. God they looked good. I knew the other kids thought they looked good too. Several of the other kids flexed their arms in the mirror too, but my arms looked the best of all. Big, buff, peaked, hard. My arms looked awesome.

I took the same 25 pound dumbbells and did 25 reps of side laterals and 25 reps of front laterals. My delts fucking exploded. They bulged out on my wide shoulders like huge melons, striated with shredded muscle. I stood relaxed in front of the mirror, looking at my big, wide, muscular shoulders compared with my narrow athletic washboard waist. My shoulders were more than twice as wide as my waist. The V-shaped taper from my shoulders to my waist was incredible. My lats flared down from those wide shoulders to that narrow waist at almost a 45 degree angle. My pecs were thick and striated with fibers. My arms looked like big hams of rippling muscle hangin' down at my sides. I had so much dense, rock-hard muscle packed onto my upper body it was incredible.

I cranked out 200 situps in three minutes. After I got past 100 reps, half of the other kids in the room stopped what they were doing and watched my abs crank out those reps. They couldn't believe how fast I could do those situps. Fuck, I could have done another 300 easy, but I got a real good pump in my abs from doin' those 300 reps. I jumped up off the floor and flexed my abs in the mirror. They were totally pumped and red with blood and hard as corrugated steel. They looked like they had been cut with a knife. No other kid in that room had abs anywhere near as good as mine. You know what I mean John. My abs have always been totally ripped and shredded. Yeah, John, you can feel `em. You just can't keep your hands off my body for more than 30 seconds, can you John.

Well, after I did the situps I did 50 reps of squats and 50 reps of toe raises with the heaviest barbell they had, just 100 pounds. God that weight felt like a fuckin' feather. But my quads and calves got a good pump and when I flexed my legs in the mirror those big slabs of muscle just exploded under my thin skin, striated with rippling fibers of blood-engorged red hot muscle. My butt really looked good too, bulging out under my skimpy little blue posing trunks, striated with shredded muscle just like the rest of my body. My whole body was totally tan. Even my butt was a deep golden brown. I had been laying out in the sun buck naked every day and my skin really looked good. My skin always tanned real fast, just natural I guess. So when I laid out in the hot spring sun my butt and my lower abs and crotch and my upper thighs got real tan just like the rest of my buff body. I had no tan line at all. My butt and lower abs looked fucking amazing. God I looked good.

My body was now totally pumped and ready to rock and roll. I looked down at my cock and saw that it was ready to rock and roll too. During my pumping up and posing in the mirror, my cock had gotten rock hard, just like it always does. My skimpy little posing trunks could hardly hide the massiveness of my hard-on. My eight inches of thick, hard 14 year old teenage cock was straining under the fiber, trying to push the fuckin' fabric out of its way. I had pushed it as far as I could to the side, because if it had stood straight up it would have jabbed up about four inches above the top of my lowhanging trunks, almost to my belly button. Letting it stick out front wasn't an option either. That thing was so long and hard it would have burst through the fabric. So I pushed it over to the side. Even then it was so hard and massive it almost couldn't be contained by the trunks. Lucky thing I didn't have those little thong trunks. There is no way they would have concealed my big dick. As it was, my big weapon pushed out the fabric so I could see it when I looked down. It was so long that it ran all the way over to the edge of my body. Fuck, my hips were so narrow, my sideways cock got right up to the edge. I guess I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn't. I was proud of my body and my cock. I knew I was a total stud.

Just then, a big kid came over to me with a bottle of oil in his hand. The kid was probably about six feet two and I figured he must have weighed about 225. He was really big, at least he looked really big to me. Fuck, by the time I'm his age, I'm gonna be way bigger than him. Yeah, he was big, but he wasn't nearly as shredded and buff as I was. His muscles were real big, but he didn't have the definition I had. You could hardly see his abs. He had blond hair, cut in a buzz cut, and blue eyes. Sky blue eyes. He was pretty good looking. Not as good looking as me, but pretty good looking. He ran his eyes all over my body and then he looked down at my cock. I could see his own cock was hard too, although it wasn't nearly as big as mine. "Hey, bud," he said. "You got a fantastic body goin' there. I'll oil you up if you oil me up." Then he handed me the oil and stood right in front of me, ready for me to rub the oil all over his big muscles. So I started oiling him up, working my way down from his neck and shoulders to his chest, lats and back. His name was Matt and he was 18 years old. He was gonna graduate from high school in a week and then go to a junior college where he wanted to lift every day and get huge. Just like I thought, he weighed 225 and his muscles were real big. I had never felt a guy's muscles that were bigger than mine and I really enjoyed feeling his big muscles. I knew my muscles would be that big one day, even bigger. His arms measured 18-1/2 inches. Fuck, my arms already measure 18 inches. By the time I'm his age my arms are gonna be 20 inches of rock hard muscle.

As I rubbed the oil on a muscle, he flexed it for me. It was really fun feeling his big muscles flex and bulge. Like I said, I had never felt any muscles bigger than mine. And Matt's muscles were definitely bigger than mine. But while his muscles were big, they weren't anywhere near as hard as mine. When I rubbed my own flexed muscles, I could feel the hard fibers pressing up against my thin skin. It felt like I was rubbing on steel cords. When I rubbed Matt's muscles, they felt like a big mass under my fingers but not steel-hard fibers like my muscles. As I rubbed the oil on his pecs I said, "How much can you bench?" He looked down at his big, bulging pec muscles and said "340 for a couple of reps." I poked my fingers hard into the thick muscle in his chest. "Fuck, you are weak!" I yelled. "I can bench 375 no sweat! I'm shorter and lighter than you but I'm way stronger! Geez you are weak!" He looked down at my rock-hard pecs and his eyes got real wide as he saw the fibers twitching. I don't think he could believe how strong I was. I moved my hands over to his upper arm and rubbed in the oil. "How `bout curls?" I asked, kneading his bicep with my strong fingers. My fingers dug deep into the big muscle. "I can curl 150, but I have to cheat," he said, looking at his flexed bicep. "Jesus Fucking Christ," I yelled. "I could curl that weight when I was 13 years old. Now I can curl 180, and I don't have to cheat. I can curl more than I weigh. My biceps are like big machines. They love to curl heavy iron." I lifted my right arm and flexed my bicep right in his face. The big muscle was absolutely shredded. "Holy fuckin' shit. You are so fucking strong," he said as he stared at my arm. I was really blowin' him away. I asked him about his poundages in military presses, lat pulldowns and squats. In every exercise he was way weaker than me. He could only press 235 pounds over his head, only 10 fucking pounds more than he weighed. He couldn't believe I could press 275, 100 pounds more than I weighed. He just stared at my delts and I flexed `em. I could do lat pulldowns for 10 reps with 295 pounds, 120 pounds more than I weighed. He could barely do a few reps with 250. I could do 200 pull-ups easy. He could only do 15. And then there was the squat. I couldn't believe he could only squat with 365 for reps. Fuck, I could bench more than he could squat! He wasn't even close to my 425 pound squats. Fuck, there I was, a 14 year old kid who was four years younger, a half foot shorter and weighing 50 pounds less than this big blond bodybuilder and I was already way stronger than he was. Way, way stronger. God I felt like a stud. My cock was rock hard and so was his. He just kept staring at my body, probably thinking about all the strength I had in my buff, hard muscles underneath that smooth tan skin. As I rubbed the oil on his muscles, he kind of groaned, kind of an mmmmmm sound, all the while looking at my face and my eyes and my body and my cock when he was facing me. He groaned real quietly. I was the only one who could hear it. He was really enjoying getting his body oiled up by me. His cock was rock hard under his posing briefs. I finished up with his big legs and calves and his butt. I rubbed the oil all over his butt and across his upper thighs His groaning got a little louder when my hands moved so close to his crotch.. I looked him in the eyes and grinned. Now it was my turn to get oiled up.

I handed the oil to him and stood right in front of him. His eyes got real big with excitement. He could hardly wait to feel my muscles. There I was, this five foot eight eighth grader, getting this big six foot two high school senior all excited wanting to feel my muscles. But hey, that's the way it's always been. I always get people excited when they see me. Matt started rubbing the oil into my smooth tan skin. He started at my neck and traps. As soon as he felt my muscles he started talking about how thick and hard they were. Yeah, my neck and traps were real thick and strong. Then he moved out to my shoulders. He rubbed his fingers into my striated delts and I moved my arms up and down so he could feel the muscles bulge and twitch under his fingers. "Yeah, those big babies can press 275 pounds Matt," I said as he felt the big muscles. "They're real big and real hard and real strong." He looked like he was getting all red in the face as he felt my bulging delts. His cock was so hard it was straining in his briefs. He moved his hands down and started oiling my arms, the right one first. I flexed both my bicep and my tricep for him and he started groaning as he felt the rock hard muscle. Even though his arms were bigger, my arms were much harder and more defined. I had striations everywhere. Steel hard fibers of muscle popping out under my paper thin skin. I flexed my bicep in his hand and said "180 pound curls, Matt. Fifty pounds more than you can do. Think about it Matt. My arm's way stronger than your arm. My arm is a fucking machine. A fucking steel hard machine of muscle." He started panting as I said that. He was really getting off on my body. Fuck, everyone gets off on my body.

Next he moved his hands over to my pecs. I flexed the bulging, striated muscles as he rubbed in the oil. "Yeah Matt, 375 pounds. Those big mothers can bench more than you can squat. They're superstrong Matt. You are so weak, Matt. You've never been able to bench twice your weight have you Matt. No, I knew it. You're so fucking weak. I've been able to bench more than twice my weight since I was 11 years old. I can bench way more than you already. When I'm your age I'll be benchin' 500 pounds no sweat. Yeah, Matt, I've always been strong. Real strong. And I'm getting' stronger every week. Stronger than you'll ever be." I was really driving him crazy. He was really getting excited as he rubbed the oil over my big pecs and listened to me brag about how strong I was.

Then I turned around and flexed my lats. The giant wings of muscle exploded out from my body. Big slabs of solid beef. Matt started rubbing the oil into the skin covering the back and the front of my cobra lats. He kept pressing in with his fingers, not really believing how thick and hard the muscle was. There he was, a guy who outweighed me by 50 pounds, and my lats were way thicker and harder than his. "Just think Matt. I can hang a 120 pound dumbbell around my waist and do 10 pullups easy. I can do lat pulldowns with 300 pounds. My lats are so strong and so buff I can do 150 pullups like it was nothin'. Yeah Matt, feel the power in those big mothers. You're really weak compared to me." Matt was going crazy as he rubbed the oil all over my thick lats. I was lovin' it. I could tell he was really into my body and how strong I was.

He moved his hands down to my lower back, feeling the thick hard ridges of muscle. "I can deadlift 495 pounds Matt. My back is so strong I can lift car engines off the ground, no sweat. I can load five big plates on each side of the bar and lift that fucker three feet off the ground. Just think, Matt. Ten big plates of iron, plus the bar, being hoisted off the ground by my 14 year old superstrong muscles. Nobody can believe how strong my back is. I'm as strong as a gorilla. Feel how thick and hard that muscle is Matt. It's like solid steel. Real thick, real hard steel." Matt rubbed his fingers over my narrow lower back and said "Oh fuck……," as he heard how strong those muscles were. I knew I was driving him crazy.

He spun me around and looked down at my abs. My six pack washboard looked like corrugated steel. He started rubbing the oil all over my paper thin skin. As he rubbed, the skin rolled over the rock-hard muscle like cellophane. "I got great abs, don't I Matt. You ain't got any abs at all. Your abs look like shit, especially compared to mine. Fuck, I've always had great abs. I've had great abs since I was eight years old. My abs are steel-hard solid muscle. I can do 500 situps without even trying hard. And my waist is real tiny, ain't it Matt. My waist is 28 inches, 28 inches of shredded muscle. Looks real good under my 45 inch chest and my big wide shoulders, doesn't it. Look at that fucking V-shape, Matt. You don't got a V shape like that. My body looks so fucking good, don't it Matt.." Matt's cock was just throbbing as I bragged about my muscles and my body. It's real fun bragging about my body when it gets other people turned on so much. It gets me turned on too. My cock was almost busting out of my posing suit.

Matt just couldn't keep his hands off my abs. I don't think he could believe how shredded and hard they were. They were like carved rock. Hot, sweaty rock. Finally I told him "Do my legs Matt. My legs are real hard and real strong." Matt moved his hands down and started rubbing oil all over my legs. I let my big quads just hang there for a few seconds and let him massage the oil into my dark tan skin. My quads looked like huge masses of muscle. And I know they felt real firm and thick to Matt. Then I flexed `em. The huge masses of muscle jumped at my command and turned into striated tree trunks of solid rock. Each of my quads bulged with incredible definition. Now the muscle wasn't just thick and firm. It was thick and rock-hard. "Oh my God," said Matt as he felt just how hard and shredded my thighs were. "Those big monsters can squat with 425, Matt. That's way more than you can do. They can do leg presses with 600 pounds for reps. My legs are so strong I just mow over kids on the football field. If a kid tries to tackle my legs, I just tell those big mothers to bash through the little fucker and they just smash through him like he wasn't even there. Sometimes my knee will hit a kid when I'm running and he'll be smashed to the ground like he was a little twig. These big legs are so strong they can smash through anything. It takes three or four kids to tackle me now. The weak bodies of those kids are nothing to my big, strong weight trained legs." Matt was really groaning as he rubbed his hands around my big thighs. "Calves, Matt, calves," I ordered. And like a good boy, he moved his hands down to my shredded calves. My calves were really big and defined. Every head of muscle was bulging, with fibers and veins everywhere. "Those big mothers help my quads plow through people. They can lift 600 pounds for reps. They are just so fucking strong." Matt groaned louder as he rubbed the oil all over my big, muscular calves.

"OK, Matt, you're almost done. Now rub that oil up close to my crotch and around to my muscle butt. My butt is really strong too. It helps my legs and calves smash through other guys on the football field. It helps my legs squat and leg press with real heavy weights. It's solid muscle, Matt, just like the rest of me." Matt moved his hands up to the area around my crotch and carefully rubbed the oil into my skin. He moved around to my butt and felt the top part of my two globes of solid muscle. He rubbed the oil into my smooth, tan skin. For a second, he put his fingers into my crack. Instantly, I flexed my glutes and crushed his fingers like a grape. "Pretty hard, huh," I said, looking at his startled eyes. He couldn't believe how hard my ass muscles were. My glutes were real solid and round, and they were striated with fibers just like all my muscles. Then I relaxed and let Matt pull his fingers out. He pulled his hands to the front and rubbed my lower abs. His cock was now just throbbing under his posing briefs. Mine was too. He looked down at my huge cock and moved his hands under my briefs. He rubbed his fingers across my cock, taking in just how big and thick and hard it really was.

Then he said, "Let's go into the men's room and take care of business." I smiled. I knew exactly what he meant. I looked over at my dad and said I'll be back in a minute. My dad nodded. He knew my cock was ready to explode. So we went into the men's room and locked the door. As soon as we got in, Matt pulled down my briefs and grabbed my cock. "God, what a monster," he said. Instantly, he dropped to his knees and started licking my cock and balls, all the while feeling my muscles with his roving hands. God that felt good, having a big muscular teenage bodybuilder licking my big dick and balls. He ran his hands all over my abs and my butt and my legs as he was licking, all the while moaning and groaning as he felt my muscles. I was getting so hot I was ready to explode. I grabbed my cock and rammed it into his mouth, smashing it all the way down his throat in one big thrust. Then I started thrusting my hips back and forth, ramming my big cock in and out of the big bodybuilder's mouth. I held on to his huge shoulders as I thrust, feeling the big muscles of this 18 year old teen as he felt my stronger, harder 14 year old muscles. Muscles that he was now worshipping like I was a god. His tongue was licking furiously. He was running his hands all over my ass and legs, feeling my incredible muscles. God he was a great cocksucker. I had had my cock sucked by lots and lots of girls, but Matt was better than any of `em. I know you're gonna be the best, John. I can hardly wait. After less than a minute, I blasted my cum down his throat, unloading spurt after spurt into his sucking mouth. At the same time, he grabbed his cock and it exploded too, blasting tons of cum all over the floor of the men's room. Wow, that was fun.

Well, after we finished our orgasms, we stood up and rubbed each other's hot, oily, sweaty body. Matt had cum dripping out of his mouth and I scooped that up with my hand. "Eat it, big boy," I said. "Eat the rest of my cum. It'll make you bigger and stronger." Matt slurped the cum off my hand and swallowed it. "God you are so awesome," he said as he rubbed his hands all over my hot, totally buff body and looked into my hazel eyes. He leaned over and kissed me. Fuck, I'd been kissed by hundreds of girls, but this was the first time I'd been kissed by a guy. His kiss was real powerful, just like you'd expect from a muscle dude like him. His big strong tongue jammed deep into my mouth. I returned the kiss, jamming my tongue deep into his mouth. I wanted to show him I was the one in charge. My tongue was a lot stronger than his and he really started groaning when my thick, muscular tongue pushed his tongue out of the way like it was a piece of flab. Wow, that was one hot kiss! Our cocks were already starting to get hard again. I pulled away and grabbed his cock. "We better get ready for the contest," I said, crushing his little dick. He nodded as he put his hand around my big cock, trying to crush it. He couldn't do it, of course. Then we went back to the pump room and continued pumping up. It was all I could do to keep my cock down to about six inches.

Well, John, I won the teenage competition hands down. When I went out on the stage and the announcer said "Mike Savage, 14 years old, and still an 8th grader!" the crowd went wild. They couldn't believe a kid with a body like mine was so young. They were yelling so loud during my posing routine I could hardly hear my music. Afterwards, tons of people came up to me and took my picture and felt my muscles. It was like I was a Hollywood movie star. God I felt great. Two little wimps, probably about 17 years old, kept feeling my muscles and looking down at my hard cock. My cock had gotten real hard again from all the attention and muscle worshipping I was getting. I was really aroused and ready to shoot a big load. I could see their little cocks were real hard under their shorts. "You wanna feel more of these muscles? You wanna service that big cock?" I whispered into their ears. Their eyes got so wide I thought they were going to pop out of their faces. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" they yelled. So I grabbed `em by the arm and took `em into the men's room. They probably had the best time they had ever had in their lives. The two of `em rubbed their hands and tongues all over my muscles as I flexed `em for their pleasure. They just couldn't get enough of my body. Then I whipped out my dick and they took turns sucking big cock and my giant balls. God it felt great having two little nerds worshipping my body and cock at the same time. I got so aroused. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I shot a huge load right into their faces, shooting spurt after spurt of cum. They scooped up and ate every drop. Yeah John, it was great winning that contest and being admired by so many people. But that's the way it's always been for me John. I've always been a winner and I've always been admired----yeah, worshipped----by just about everybody.

Hey, John, get the oil over there on the table. Now rub the oil on my body just like Matt did. Yeah, that's it. Feel how my muscles bulge under my skin as you rub in the oil. Yeah, my body really looks good, doesn't it John. Feels good too, doesn't it John. Look how smooth and tan my skin is. Look how the muscles just fucking pop out of my skin. God that oil makes my body look so good. Look at those cuts and striations. Feel `em John. Yeah, my muscles are really pumped and hot, aren't they John. Feel how big and hard they are. God my muscles are so much bigger than yours it's amazing. And they're totally shredded John. Hard as rock. Look at my cock John. It's ready to rock and roll John. It's so big and hard and thick and it's starting to twitch. Fuck, my cock is ready to explode John. I'm gonna cum over and over again with you tonight John. I've been saving up some real big loads. Yeah, John. Six times, seven times. I'm gonna fuck your face and I'm gonna fuck your ass. Yeah, John, I've been waiting for this since you turned on that fucking tape recorder. John, you're losing control! You're starting to crawl all over my body. Yeah, well I'm losing control too John. I'm ready to fuck. I'm ready to flex these big muscles and fuck the shit out of you. God, John you're going crazy. You're out of control. Hey John, watch out! Your foot is gonna hit the tape recorder. You're gonna knock it off the tab…

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