O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Mama's Little Darlings Go To Computer Camp

by John D.

Part 1

Hi. My name's John. I want to tell you about a real weird experience I had this summer when I was a counselor at the Computer Camp. First a little about me. I'm an 18 year old computer nerd. I'm gay. I just graduated from high school and will be attending college this fall. Majoring in computer science, of course. I'm about six feet tall, so I'm pretty tall, but I only weigh 145 pounds. And some of that weight is fat. I've never been into physical things, so my body is both skinny and flabby, just like a lot of computer nerds like me. This summer I worked as a counselor at the Computer Camp. It's a camp for little computer nerds like me, boys age 13 to 16, who want to get away from their parents for a few weeks or a few months but aren't into sports or hiking or anything like that. The "Camp" is actually at the local university, right here in town. The Camp takes over one of the freshman dorms and a computer room for the summer and the campers live in the dorm rooms. The program basically consists of learning programming languages, playing computer games and watching TV. No physical exercise required. Computer nerd nirvana. I should know. I was a camper for four years, ages 13 to 16 .

Since I had so much experience at the camp, and I'm pretty good with computers, I got hired right away as a counselor. I was responsible for 23 guys who lived on the second floor of the dorm, three to a room. There were eight three-man rooms per floor. I had to share a room with two of the campers. When I arrived for my first day on the job, I found out that my floor was going to have the full range of guys from 13 to 16. As counselor, I was going to be sharing my room with two 14 year old twins named Blake and Brandon. Their mother specifically asked for them to live with a counselor because she was very concerned that they not get hurt while they were at Computer Camp. The owner of the camp said that she referred to her sons as "my little darlings" and that she seemed to be paranoid that they might somehow get hurt. Lord knows how they might get hurt at a computer camp, but she was still very concerned. She was a single mother---there was no father's name on the applications----so that might explain it. She told the owner of the camp that she had always been very protective of her two sons, never letting them play any sports or do anything else that might get them hurt. She said they had been born prematurely. They only weighed four pounds at birth. And they had always been shorter than other boys their age. So she never wanted to take any chances with her little darlings. I thought to myself that with a mother like that, these poor kids must be total wimps.

Well, on that first day, the campers started being dropped off by their parents at the dorm. True to form, all the guys who were checking in on my floor looked like classic computer geeks. Short, tall, fat, thin, but all as geeky as you can get. Finally near the end of the afternoon a middle aged woman and two boys walked into my room. My eyes immediately fixated on the boys. They were obviously identical twins. They looked alike in every way. They were way shorter than me, probably about a foot shorter. So I figured they were about five feet tall. I guess they were shorter than most 14 year olds, but they didn't really look that little. I guess I was expecting two tiny midgets or something. They were wearing identical baggy sweatshirts and identical long baggy shorts, so I couldn't see their bodies, which I assumed were very small and fragile. They had blond hair, which they had cut in a buzz cut, pretty unusual for computer nerds. They were very good looking, with sparkling blue eyes, small noses and high cheek bones. And their faces were quite tan, again very unusual for computer nerds, who spent most of their time indoors. And they didn't look very happy. So these are mama's fragile little wimps, I thought to myself.

Their mother introduced herself to me and then she introduced Blake and Brandon. The only way I could tell the difference between them is that Brandon had a little scar on his chin. Probably got punched by a tall bully, I thought. The boys shook my hand. I was surprised at how firm their grip was. They must have used every ounce of strength to do that, I thought. She repeated all the stuff she told my boss, like how their father deserted her before they were even born, how small her boys were when they were growing up, how worried she was that her little darlings were going to get hurt, and how she never let them play sports for fear they would get injured. She had decided they should go to Computer Camp so they could meet other small boys like themselves. She made me promise to take good care of her "little darlings" and not let them get hurt. All the time she was talking, Blake and Brandon were kind of rolling their eyes. Finally, she was finished. She kissed her two sons goodbye, walked out and closed the door behind her. I was now alone with the little darlings.

"Fuck, what a bunch of crap!" yelled Blake. "Yeah!" agreed Brandon. "Fuckin' Computer Camp! How lame can you get!" I looked at the boys in shock. "I thought you wanted to come to Computer Camp," I said. "There are lots of great kids here." Blake looked at me with a look of total contempt. "A bunch of wimps, I'll bet. A bunch of wimps just like you!" He looked me up and down. I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and it was pretty clear I was a wimp. "We didn't want to go to computer camp with a bunch of wimps. We wanted to go to wrestling camp, but our mama wouldn't let us. She never lets us do anything fun. She's always worried that we'll hurt ourselves." Brandon looked at his brother and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, just because we were preemies and were small when we were kids, she thinks we're fragile little wimps. We used to be small, but we were never wimps. And then we both hit a growth spurt six months ago and now we're really growin'. See for yourself." At that, Brandon reached for his sweatshirt and at the very same moment his brother did the same thing. Simultaneously they ripped their sweatshirts over their heads, exposing their upper bodies. My eyes almost popped out of my head. These boys were buff! Their tan bodies just oozed of muscle. They had wide shoulders capped with thick, striated delts. It looked like someone had slapped a thick piece of clay on their shoulders and then molded it to perfection. Every fiber was visible, twitching and flexing as they moved their arms. Their arms were very muscular, not just for boys their age but also for boys several years older. Both their biceps and triceps were bulging under their thin skin even when they were relaxed as their arms hung at their sides. Their forearms were thick and muscular. Their lats flared out under their wide shoulders, tapering down to narrow, athletic hips. They had bulging pec muscles, also striated with fibers, which slashed up perfectly from the round firmness under their erect nipples to meet their striated delts. Then my eyes became fixated on their abs. Talk about shredded. They each had a washboard six-pack, taut muscle that looked like corrugated iron. They packed an incredible amount of muscle on their short bodies.

"Do we look like fragile little computer nerds to you?" asked Blake as he came up to me and flexed his arm in my face. I stared at the bulging bicep that was six inches from my face. I had never seen a muscle like that in my life. It looked like a baseball, a hardball, with fibers and veins everywhere. My mouth dropped open. "Feel it," he ordered. I wrapped my hand around the bulging muscle and pressed in with my fingers. A jolt went through my body. I got a feeling in the pit of my stomach like I had never felt before. Instinctively, I jerked my hand away. I was in shock. The muscle was so hard it didn't feel like human flesh. "Pretty hard, huh?" said Blake as he saw the shock on my face. "Yeah," I said, almost unable to speak. "Our muscles are fuckin' hard and fuckin' strong," said Brandon as he looked approvingly at his brother's flexed bicep. "Six months ago we were little shrimps. We were only four feet eight and weighed a fucking 75 pounds. Then we went through puberty and our bodies just took off. We've gained four inches in height and 45 pounds of muscle in that six months. Now we're five feet tall and weigh 120 pounds, 120 pounds of shit-kickin' muscle. One of our friends got a weight set for his birthday six months ago and we started workin' out with him after school in his garage. We never told our mama, `cause she'd just freak out at the thought of her two little darlings liftin' weights. Well right from the start we started packing on muscle. Our friend Danny with the weight set didn't gain a fuckin' pound in the first month but we gained 15 pounds each. And it was all muscle. We doubled our strength in one month! After the first month Danny had to ask his parents for more weights but he couldn't bench 5 pounds more than when he started, a shitty little 55 pounds. Fuck, we started out with more than that. During the same month our bench went from 60 to 125 pounds. Danny couldn't believe it. After getting so strong, we needed the extra weights so we made him get `em for us. Now we bench 240. That's double our weight! Now Danny's garage has got hundreds of pounds of weights but he can still only bench 70 pounds. He's a fuckin' wimp. He should be here at Computer Camp, not us!"

Blake nodded his head. "Yeah, but our mama still thinks we're little wimps. She won't let us do anything." He put his arms to his side and started curling them up and down. I watched his biceps contract into balls of muscle and then extend into coiled springs as he lifted his arms up and down, like he was curling a barbell. "How much can you curl, John?" he asked as he watched the muscles bulge in his arms. "Uh, I don't really know," I replied. "It's been a year or so since I tried to lift any weights." I remembered the time I went into the school gym and tried to lift some weights. I lasted only one workout. What a disaster. The weights felt real heavy and real awkward. The other kids laughed at my feeble attempts. I hated lifting weights. "I'm having a hard time remembering how much I could curl." That answer obviously was not good enough for these twins. Brandon came over to me and grabbed my upper arm. He squeezed hard and drove his strong fingers into my flabby flesh. Pain shot through my body as the strong little twin squeezed my flesh like bread dough. "Try harder, dweeb. How much was it?" he demanded. "I guess it was about 30 pounds," I said sheepishly. "I've never been very athletic." The twins looked at each other and broke out laughing. "Thirty pounds?" yelled Brandon. "You're a big 18 year old high school grad-u-ate---he pronounced every syllable in a mocking way--- and you can only curl 30 pounds? Fuck, you're even more of a wimp than I thought!" He dug his fingers even further into my upper arm. I could see his thick forearm muscles flexing as they powered the kid's big fingers. The pain was almost unbearable. "You know what we can curl, wimp-boy?" I stood there numb with fear and wracked with pain, unable to speak. Slowly I shook my head. "We can curl 100 pounds, almost as much as we weigh. Fuck, we're three times stronger than you and we're only 14! Let's try another lift. How much can you bench?" I tried to remember my one attempt at a bench press in gym class last year. I barely made one rep and then gave up. "Sixty pounds," I said. "Fucking Jesus Christ," yelled Brandon. "That's the puny little weight we started with when we only weighed 75 pounds! Now these big muscles can push up 240 no sweat. That's twice what we weigh." He flexed his pecs proudly and ran his hands over the bulging muscles. "We're not just three times stronger than you, we're FOUR times stronger than you! Does that make you feel a little scared, John? Are you scared having two 14 year old twin brothers who are each four times stronger than you sharing this room?" I just stood there looking at the bodies of these two muscle kids, unable to speak.

Suddenly Blake stripped off his shorts and without a moment of delay Brandon did the same thing. The two buff blond little darlings were standing in front of me in just their jockey shorts. On the waistbands it said "Joe Boxer." Very appropriate, I thought to myself. Underneath the waistbands I saw very ample bulges in their crotches. Then I looked down at their legs and my jaw dropped open. Just standing there relaxed, their legs looked incredibly big and muscular. Their quads were dense with solid muscle and their calves bulged with the two heads of muscle clearly showing. Then at exactly the same moment the twins flexed their quads. The big muscles sprang to attention, forming slabs of rock, striated with fibers and covered with veins. "How much can you squat with?" asked Blake, looking at his quads flex and unflex at his will. I again searched my memory for my one disastrous episode last year in gym class. "Seventy pounds," I said, now really feeling like a total wimp next to these young muscle kids. "Seventy fucking pounds," said Blake with a tone of disgust in his voice. "I'd be ashamed of myself if I was an 18 year old high school grad-u-ate and I could only squat with 70 pounds. Jesus, Brandon and me aren't even in 9th grade yet and we can do reps with 275. These mothers are fuckin' STRONG!" Brandon walked over to me, put my two hands on his two upper legs and then flexed his quads. "How'd you like havin' these big mothers crushing your little wimp chest, John? I bet that wouldn't feel so good to you. But these big mothers would have a great time doin' it. They love to crush things. And ya know, they don't give a fuck how the crushee feels about it. Hey Blake, I'll bet it would be lots of fun taking turns crushin' the shit out of the wimp counselor here with our big quads." Blake came over, grabbed my right arm and put it between his legs. Then he squeezed. My arm felt like it was being crushed by a steel vise. The warm muscle felt as hard as rock. "Yeah," he said. "Tons of fun." Then he flexed his quads again, squeezing harder. My arm was totally crushed between the bulging muscles. Only the bone remained intact. The he let go and stood proudly in front of me next to his brother.

I was dumbfounded by the dominant arrogance of these two 14 year olds. Within a matter of five minutes, they had completely taken over. I was just their plaything. "It's fun being strong," said Blake. "Brandon and me were in gym class a few weeks ago. We took off our shirts so all the other kids could see how much our muscles had grown. We did tons of push-ups and pull-ups and other shit and the other kids just couldn't believe how strong we had gotten. It was totally different from a year ago when we were little shrimps and nobody paid any attention to us. And all the tall guys treated us like shit and picked on us and stuff. So we were standin' around in the locker room after gym class kinda flexing our muscles in the mirror and stuff and these six tall guys kept looking at us. These were some of the same guys who picked on us the year before. So after I saw `em looking at us for awhile, I turned around and yelled `You lookin' at me?' They were all kind of stunned and then one of them said "Yeah, I guess. You and your brother. Looks like you little shrimps put on some muscle. Too bad you're still such little twerps.' His friends laughed. Then they started walking toward us in a very threatening way. `You two really think you're hot shits, don't you,' he said. `Me and my buddies think we should put you two little twerps back in your place. We're the ones in charge around here.' I'm sure they thought that with six of them coming at us, there wasn't anything we could do and we'd just run, like we always did before. I looked at Brandon right in the eye. He knew what I was thinking. `How'd you like a taste of this twerp muscle, asshole?' I yelled. `We may still be short but we're fuckin' strong!' Then we both charged at the six tall dudes before they could land a punch. We smashed them with our fists and we twisted their arms like pretzels and we wrapped our legs around their tall bodies and squeezed the life out of `em. We just pulverized those six guys in a matter of a few short minutes. They tried to fight back, but their tall, weak little bodies were nothing to our strong muscles. The strongest of `em can only bench 120. We were twice as strong as that tall motherfucker, and he was the strongest of the bunch.. Our big muscles fucked up those assholes real good. God, that felt great. It felt real good to be so strong. We could have beat up 12 of `em just as easy. Shit, last fall we couldn't beat up anyone in our grade. Now we can beat up everybody. We can beat up older kids too. Anybody who picks a fight with us now gets the shit kicked out of him. And it ain't even hard for us `cause we're so fuckin' strong."

I gulped as I heard this tale of total muscle superiority and aggressiveness. These were mama's fragile little darlings! Brandon looked at my six foot body. "How much do you weigh?" he asked. "About 145," I said. "Hey, you're fuckin' six feet tall and you outweigh us by 25 pounds. Lets wrestle! I'll let you have the 25 pound advantage. I haven't wrestled an 18 year old yet." I looked at the kid's compact, muscular, superstrong body. Some 25 pound advantage, I thought to myself. He's all muscle and I'm all skin and bone and flab. "No, I don't think so," I said. "I'm not really much of a wrestler." In fact, I had never wrestled in my life. Blake came over and pulled up my shirt, literally ripping it off my head. "Hey, when my brother says he wants to wrestle, you gotta wrestle. You ain't got no choice. You got that?." Then he looked over at his twin brother and grinned. "I get to wrestle the winner," he said, flexing his muscles at his brother in a mock-threatening most muscular pose. They both knew who the winner was going to be. He turned back to me. "Take off your shoes and shorts. We wrestle in only our underwear."

I did as ordered and Brandon took off his shoes as well. He and I stood on the dorm room floor looking at each other, him dressed in his cool Joe Boxer jockey shorts and me dressed in my dweeb J.C. Penney boxer shorts. I never felt so afraid in my life. I knew this kid could rip me apart without even breaking a sweat. All the muscles in his buff 120 pound body just bulged with raw power. "You say go," he said. After waiting as long as I could, I said go. In a fraction of a second, Brandon charged at my body and threw me on the floor like I was a feather. I tried to get up but he was immediately on top of me, spinning me around so my back was on the floor and forcing my arms down with his strong hands. Within five seconds he was lying on top of me with my arms totally pinned. He had won the match in five seconds. "Try to get up," he said as he looked me in the eyes with his sparkling blue eyes. I strained as hard as I could, but I was nowhere near strong enough to lift his weight off my body. He smiled as he saw and felt my puny effort. "Wow, you are really weak," he said. Then he let go and fell to the floor beside me, kind of limp. "Now you try to pin me," he said. I knew there was no way I could do this, but I tried anyway. I grabbed onto Brandon's muscular arms and tried to spin him around. As I felt his muscles, bolts of lightening shot through my body. I had never felt muscles like that in my life. As I got close to pinning him, he easily spun free and let me try to do it again. He let me try to pin him over and over again, toying with my weakness like a tiger toying with a little lamb. And each time I almost pinned him I got to feel more and more of his incredible body-- -his arms, his delts, his pecs, his lats, his abs, his legs and his butt. Every part of Brandon's body was solid muscle and it felt so, so good to the touch.

Finally, he let me pin his arms all the way to the floor. I lay there on top of him, holding his wrists to the floor and feeling his hot sweaty skin and the bulges of his pec muscles underneath me. "You think you got me pinned?" he asked with a grin. "Yeah, I do you little shrimp. Whaddya gonna do about it?" I hoped he knew I was kidding calling him a shrimp. He was anything but. He smiled, his bright blue eyes flashing. "Ya wanna feel some shrimp kid muscle?" he said, looking at me intently. "You wanna see what this shrimp kid's muscles can do?" I kind of gulped and nodded my head. Then he started lifting his arms. They were stretched out above and to the side his body with the weight of my whole body on top of them but he still lifted them up easily with my whole body along for the ride. Sort of like dumbbell flyes with my two hands as the dumbbells. "Fuckin' strong," he yelled as he pushed his arms all the way up with me holding on for dear life. Then to my astonishment he slowly lowered his arms to the floor and pushed them and me back up again. He did this for five reps. I darted my eyes between the bulging muscles of his arms and chest and his handsome face and sky blue eyes. Wow this kid is strong, I thought to myself. And very good looking too. "Nice pump," he said as he pushed my little body up for the fifth rep. Then he ripped his wrists out of my hands, letting me crash down on his muscular chest. I rubbed my hands on his pecs, which were now totally pumped and bulging with hot, rock- hard muscle. "Yeah, nice pump," I said, marveling at the size and hardness of the kid's muscles.

"I ain't done yet," he said. He spun around and started really wrestling me. I said wrestling me rather than wrestling with me, because he was doing all the wrestling. I was just like a rag doll to him. He put me in full nelsons and half nelsons and all sorts of wrestling holds that I didn't even know existed. "Kill the little wimp," yelled his brother. "Pull his fuckin' arms off his fuckin' wimp body. Tear the little wuss to shreds!" Blake was really getting into his identical twin brother totally thrashing me. But even though Brandon could have easily broken my bones or torn my ligaments with his overpowering muscles, he knew his own strength and only applied enough force to demonstrate his total domination over my pathetic 18 year old six foot body. I was his toy and he was playing with me. I was in constant pain, pain being inflicted by the enormous strength of his big 14 year old muscles, but I wasn't getting permanently injured. Finally, after about five minutes of this "play", he wrapped his legs around my chest and locked his ankles. Then he gently flexed his big, muscular quads. I felt the hard muscle squeeze against my flabby little chest. "Squeeze the little fucker," yelled Blake. "I wanna see your big pythons squeeze the life out of the little dork." I looked down at Brandon's thick legs and over at his incredibly muscular body. Then I looked at his face. He wasn't smiling anymore. He looked real mean. "Get ready to die, punk," he said as he started flexing his huge quads. Those big muscles that could squat with 275 pounds started contracting at the command of their young master.

All of a sudden an enormous feeling of fear surged through my body. My heart started beating so hard and so fast it wanted to jump out of my chest. Adrenaline was shooting through my veins and my fight or flee instincts were at full arousal. Except I could neither fight nor flee. I was trapped between the rock-hard legs of this muscular superboy and there was nothing I could do about it. He was in total control. And he was going to crush my little wimp chest into smithereens with the devastating power of his big, thick thighs. I felt so helpless and so weak. "Crush him," yelled Blake. "Crush the little nerd's bones until they break like twigs. Your legs are so strong you can smash his weak little chest into a pile of bloody pulp." I started trembling as Blake said this. I knew it was probably true. Slowly Brandon contracted his quads. I looked down and watched the big muscles ripple and bulge under his thin skin. God those muscles were huge. And they were strong. As he flexed, it felt like a steel vise was closing in on my chest. Suddenly all the air was forced out of my lungs. I couldn't breathe. His squeeze was incredibly hard. I could just imagine what it would feel like to be crushed to death by the solid muscle of a thick, 30 foot long python snake. That's what it felt like to be crushed by Brandon's legs. "Flex harder. Flex harder," yelled Blake. "I can't hear any bone snapping yet." Brandon took a deep breath and flexed even harder. My face turned beet red and saliva started dripping out of my mouth. My whole chest was wracked with pain as the muscles of this 14 year old superboy applied even more crushing force. I didn't think I could take any more. I was almost passed out. I couldn't speak at all. I couldn't even croak. I just looked over at the boy who was crushing the life out of me with a pleading look in my eyes, a look of total surrender. He saw my look of total despair, smiled, and cranked up the power of his squeeze one more notch. He was enjoying this! Strength against weakness. The strong kid conquering the weak counselor. The strong kids love showing off their strength. It's fun.

Then I heard a loud SNAP! Omygod, I thought. Brandon had just snapped one of my ribs. The kid's muscles were so strong they were going to flatten my chest like a pancake. I started to totally panic. Then, all of a sudden Brandon began to loosen his iron grip. I took in a breath of air. God that air felt good. Then I heard another SNAP! A jolt of panic went up my spine. I looked over at Blake and saw him holding a ruler from my desk. He gripped the ruler with his strong hands and twisted it. SNAP! He had broken the ruler into little pieces. Then both he and Brandon erupted into uproarious laughter. Brandon jumped to his feet and the two young studs gave each other high fives. "Had you goin' there, didn't we, wimp. You really thought Brandon snapped one of your bones. I could tell by the look on your face. He could have done it, ya know. These fuckers are really strong." Blake reached over and felt Brandon's sweaty, pumped thighs. "We let you off easy this time. You better be good or we won't be so nice." They laughed and giggled at the joke they had just played on me and the fun they had had.

Then Blake looked at his brother and said "OK, I get to wrestle the winner. Get ready, bro. I'm gonna kick your little musclebutt." I was still lying on the floor trying to get my senses. Blake walked over, picked me up and threw me on my bed. He didn't even strain as he lifted my body. "We need the whole floor," he said. Then he stood there looking at his brother. The two boys looked like young Greek gods, blond and muscular, dressed only in their briefs. "Say go," Blake said to me. I looked at the twins. There were looking intently at each other, their muscles twitching and ready to fight. They looked like two young animals, tigers I thought, ready for battle. "Go!" I yelled. Immediately, Blake charged at his brother, grabbing him by the waist and pushing him to the floor. He tried to pin his brothers arms down with the weight of his body, but those arms were much too strong and easily pushed Blake's 120 pounds away. From that point on, the two muscular boys thrashed around with wild abandon. They were both exactly evenly matched----identical in every way-----so neither boy could get the advantage over the other. And they were both incredibly strong, so the weight of their bodies was nothing to either one of them. During the fight, they threw each other around the room. Their muscular bodies crashed into the furniture again and again. Their hard bodies weren't hurt in the least, but the furniture took a beating. The chest of drawers got smashed and both of the front legs of the desk got broken in little pieces. The desk came crashing down on the floor. Brandon just lifted it up with one hand and threw it on a bed like a piece of trash. So much for the desk. They got each other in various wrestling holds, but they could never make a pin because their brother was too strong and managed to get out of the hold. Sweat started pouring off their tan skin. They both had golden brown tans except for their upper legs where their baggy shorts covered their quads down to the knees. Those quads were pure white. They wore their briefs and shorts so low that their tans ran all the way down past their asscracks in the back and almost to their crotches in front. They really wore their shorts low, just held up by the firm bulges of their round musclebutts. And their tans showed it. The muscular young athletes wrestled with each other for about 10 minutes-----it seemed to me to be about an hour because there was so much fury and energy bursting from their buff bodies. I couldn't believe how much endurance these boys had. Their muscles were totally pumped and their bodies were dripping with sweat Finally Blake threw Brandon right on top of me. His hot, sweaty body came crashing down on my chest. It felt like hot wet steel had just landed on top of me. Instinctively I reached up and put my hands on his muscles. They were rock hard, red hot and covered with sweat. Then Blake jumped on top of both of us, covering us with his own pumped, rock hard sweaty body. I was covered by the hot sweaty rock- hard bodies of the two superstrong muscle twins. They were both breathing hard. Their white Joe Boxer briefs were dripping wet. "That was fun," yelled Blake. "Yeah," said Brandon. "One of these days I'm gonna beat you." Blake punched his twin hard on his muscular shoulder. "You gonna beat these?" he said, grinning "No way!". Then he flexed his biceps as he sat atop us both. The huge baseball biceps and rippling triceps bulged with incredible mass and hardness. I reached up and felt his flexed right arm. It felt like warm rock. Blake could tell I was overwhelmed by his muscles. "Fuckin' hard and fuckin' strong," he said, looking over approvingly at the bulging muscle. Then Brandon jerked his muscular torso up and sat next to his brother. He flexed his right arm too. I felt his arm with my left hand and Blake's arm with my right hand. "My arm's just as big and hard as his is," said Brandon. "This little fucker's got nothin' on me." He jammed his elbow into Blake's muscular chest. I felt both flexed arms simultaneously. They were identical. The same size, the same hardness, the same feel of fibers flexing right underneath the thin skin, the same veins surging with blood on top of the muscle. Identical. "You are both exactly the same," I said. "You are both incredibly muscular." The two boys looked at each other and smiled. Then they gave each other high fives. "Yeah!" they yelled in unison.

Then they stood up next to my bed. Blake lifted his arm and smelled his armpit. "Wow, that stinks," he said. "We always get real sweaty when we wrestle. We're gonna go take a shower." At that, the two sweaty musclekids ripped off their Joe Boxer briefs and threw them in my face. I breathed in and smelled the pungent fresh crotch sweat that had been produced by their straining muscular bodies as they fought. Wow, what a smell of male athleticism. That sweat smelled real good. I didn't take the briefs off my nose for several moments. I just breathed in that muscle-jock sweat. The two twin jocks were now standing nude in front of me, dripping wet. They were very well endowed and their crotches were covered by a light coating of blond pubic hair. "Where's the towels?" said Brandon. "I only have one. It's over there," I said pointing to the top of the smashed-in chest of drawers. "OK, we'll share," he said. He walked over and picked up my towel. "Where's the shower?" said Blake. "Down the hall on the right," I said. "OK, see ya later," he said. He and Brandon started towards the door. "Don't you want to put on some clothes?," I asked. "What the fuck for?" said Blake. Then he opened the door, and he and Brandon started strutting down the hall buck naked, Brandon holding my towel over his shoulder.

I rushed to the door to see what would happen. I was still holding those sweaty briefs to my nose. The smell of the muscle twins' fresh sweat smelled like so good me, the smell of pure male muscle athlete superiority. There were six or seven nerdy campers hanging out in the hallway talking, with the doors to their rooms open. When they looked up and saw Blake and Brandon, all conversation immediately stopped. Their mouths dropped open. They just stood there and stared. Blake and Brandon walked up to two of the taller campers. "Whadya lookin' at, dweeb?" said Blake, his hot, sweaty, muscular body just inches from the pathetic flabbiness of the nerdy camper. "Ain't you ever seen a naked dude before?" The tall nerd was so stunned by what he was seeing that he couldn't speak. Blake smiled and flexed his arm right in front of the nerd's face. "Yeah, a naked dude with muscles," he laughed as the kid stared at his big, bulging bicep.

Brandon looked at the eyes of the tall nerdy camper he was standing in front of. I recognized the kid as one of the 16 year olds, the oldest of the group. The kid was tall and skinny. He was wearing just a T-shirt and shorts. He was staring down at Brandon's body, his eyes rolling up and down, transfixed by all the rippling muscle. I thought to myself how strange this looked, a six foot tall 16 year old looking down at a five foot tall 14 year old, a 14 year old whose body was thick with hard muscle and who was undoubtedly four times stronger than the tall, thin dweeb. Brandon's body just bulged with muscle as he stood next to the skinny nerd. From my angle, his chest looked like it was at least twice as thick as the nerd's chest and his arms and shoulders looked three times as big. "Ain't you seen a kid with muscles either, dweeb?" asked Brandon as he moved his chest right up next to the nerd's body. Only about a half inch separated the hot muscle of Brandon's pecs from the skin and bone of the dweeb's rail-thin body. The dweeb slowly shook his head. He was having a hard time comprehending what he was seeing. Suddenly Brandon grabbed the nerd's hand and put it on top of his right pec. Then he flexed the muscle. The hot, sweaty muscle bulged in the kid's hand. The kid couldn't believe what he was feeling. He pushed in with his fingers but it felt like he was pushing in on solid rock. Hot, sweaty, solid rock. "You never felt muscle like that before, have you dweeb," said Brandon, stating the obvious. "You little dweebs don't have any muscle. Here, let me feel your pec." He reached his hand over and rubbed it over the flat, bony chest of the computer nerd. "Fuck, you ain't got no muscle there at all. I got inches of solid muscle in my chest and you ain't got shit! You just sit around all day in front of your fuckin' computer while Blake and me are pumpin' iron and gettin' huge." The kid was still rubbing his fingers over Brandon's bulging pec, still not comprehending the enormity of what he was feeling.

Suddenly Brandon took a step back. "Go ahead. Punch that muscle. Lets see if you can hurt it." The nerd looked at Brandon's bulging pecs and his drop-dead handsome face. "Uh, I don't think so," he said. He had never punched another kid in his life. Brandon grabbed the kid's upper arm and squeezed. I was astonished at how big and bulging his forearm got when it was powering his thick fingers into the kid's arm. It looked like a bowling pin, writhing with muscle. The poor kid winced in pain. "I said punch me in the chest," he said. "Me and my brother don't take no lip." The kid knew he had no choice. He nodded and Brandon released his iron grip. The kid made a fist, pulled back his arm and drove it as hard as he could at Brandon's right pec. Smack. The punch sounded like it hit a steel plate. It bounced off harmlessly and the kid held his hand in pain. "Shit I couldn't even feel that," said Brandon, rubbing his hand over his bulging pec muscle. "These muscles are so big and hard they couldn't even feel your little punch." The kid looked at Brandon's bulging pec in awe.

Then Brandon made a fist with his right hand and looked at the lethal weapon. His forearm bulged again and his upper arm, pec and delt muscles twitched and flexed with raw power. "Now it's my turn," he said, looking at his big fist and at the kid's flat little chest. The kid's eyes grew wide with fear. "No, no," he cried out. "Please don't hit me with those big muscles." Brandon flexed his bicep and twisted his wrist back and forth, flexing his forearm. "Fuck you!" Brandon yelled as he pulled back his arm and thrust it forward toward the kid's chest. The kid closed his eyes, thinking he would soon be dead. Then he felt a little touch on his shirt. A little tap. He opened his eyes and saw Brandon smiling. He had pulled his punch at just the right time. He never meant to hurt the kid, just to have a little fun with him. He turned towards Blake and gave him a high five. "Fuckin' fun!" yelled Brandon. Then the two muscle twins strutted towards the shower, laughing uproariously. The kid almost fell over, there was such a feeling of relief and so much adrenaline surging through his body. All of the other nerds looked in complete awe at the tight round white muscle butts and broad tan backs and shoulders of the 14 year old twins as they swaggered to the shower. They knew they ruled all these geeks.

I went out into the hall and consoled the campers. I told them what the muscle twins had done to me, the big 18 year old counselor, and how they had trashed my room with their wild and powerful wrestling. All the kids came in and surveyed the damage. I told them how their mother was so concerned that her little darlings not get injured at Computer Camp so that's why they were staying in my room. Then I told them how strong they were. The kids' mouths dropped open as they heard about 240 pound bench presses, 275 pound squats and 100 pound curls. Shit, these kids were weaker than me. They were overwhelmed when they heard about that kind of strength. They could tell by looking at them that the good looking twins were strong, but they had no idea they were that strong. The kids couldn't believe that these musclekids were only 14 years old and that their mother was concerned about their getting injured. Shit, they were the ones who could inflict injury on anyone they chose. And they could do it to these little wimps without even breaking a sweat.

After about 10 minutes the door to the bathroom opened and Blake and Jake came out. They were still buck naked. Blake was holding my wet towel in his right hand. They looked radiant. They looked like young fitness models. Their faces were gorgeous, their tan skin clear and clean and their blond hair perfectly straight up in their buzz cuts. Their bodies looked like they had been carved out of marble. Their torsos, arms and lower legs were very tan and their crotches and upper legs totally white from wearing their long shorts. Their tan lines were about as low as you could go without exposing some of their light blond pubic hair. Their abs were shredded, their pecs were bulging, their striated delts were flexing atop their wide shoulders, their lats were flaring out like thick wings, and their big arms were hanging like muscular hams at their sides. Their legs looked like big oak tree trunks. "Wow," I said to myself as I looked at my muscular young roommates.

The hallway was now filled with over 30 campers. The word had spread fast about these two buff young studs who for some inexplicable reason had come to Computer Camp. All eyes were on the incredibly muscular bodies of Blake and Brandon. When the twins saw all the guys looking at them they smiled. They knew they looked great. They knew all the nerds had come to look at their incredible young bodies. "You like our muscles?" said Blake. "Yeah, I guess you do! Well, Brandon, what do you think? Why don't we give these dweebs a free show! The Blake and Brandon muscle show!" Brandon grinned and nodded his head. Then two muscular 14 year olds simultaneously hit a double biceps pose. The 30 nerds gasped as they saw the big, hard muscles of their arms. Peaked, baseball sized biceps, thick football shaped triceps, vein-covered bulging forearms. These twins were built! Next they put their arms on their hips and flexed their lats. BAM! Those big slabs of muscle sprang out and bulged like wings. The dweebs were incredulous. They had never seen lats like that before. They sure didn't have any lats. Next came the abs. While still showing off their huge lats, the twins flexed their abs. The shredded muscles looked like corrugated steel under their tan skin, two washboards of solid muscle. Jaws dropped. More gasps from the audience. The two musclekids smiled and started hitting more poses. It was like they were doing a posing routing on stage at a bodybuilding contest. They had obviously practiced this before. They looked fantastic. The geeks were quiet at first, just gasping and soaking in the amazing display of muscular size and beauty. Then some of them started yelling their approval as they watched the musclekids' quads bulge into masses of shredded tree- trunk muscle, their biceps flex into big baseballs of rock hard fibers covered with veins, their thick pecs bulge with striated glory, their slab-like lats flare out like wings of muscle, their big delts thicken and flex on their incredibly broad shoulders and their washboard abs undulate under their paper thin skin like moving corrugated steel.

The cheers grew louder. This just encouraged Blake and Brandon to flex harder. They flexed their quads again and the massive muscles sprang to attention in striated, vein-covered glory.. They flexed their big calves, showing the heads of muscle in full relief. They turned around and flexed their glutes. Their round white musclebutts actually showed striations of solid muscle under their skin as the twins flexed their tight asses. The crowd went berserk. After about five minutes of incredible flexing, the bodies of the two young studs were covered with sweat again. And their cocks were rock hard and standing straight up against their abs. They had obviously gotten aroused from flexing their muscles and hearing all the cheering. Finally they stopped their posing and stood in front of their admirers, listening to the wild applause. Their cocks twitched. Even relaxed, their muscles looked fantastic. "I'm glad you liked the Blake and Brandon muscle show," said Blake "You'll be seein' these muscles all the time from now on." I could see some of the kids almost panting as they watched the bodies of these buff, super-muscular twins. Then Blake and Jake walked towards my room, laughing and snapping the towel at a few of the nerds along the way.

"That was fun," yelled Blake as he slammed the door. "But this is gonna be even funner. We always get a hard-on when we pose. We get turned on by watching each other's big muscles flexing." Blake and Brandon then stood facing each other, their muscular bodies sweaty and pumped. Their cocks were rock hard and twitching. They started stroking those stiff cocks as they watched each other's hot body. While stroking with their right hands, they flexed their muscles at each other. First their left arm, then their lats, then their abs, then their legs. They got into a wild frenzy of flexing and stroking. They started breathing hard and their cocks got more and more aroused as they watched each other's identical muscles flex and bulge. They were totally getting off on each other's muscular body. Finally they each simultaneously let out a loud grunt, like an animal, and started spurting white cum out of their rock hard cocks onto each other's rippling abs. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," they yelled as their stroked their surging cocks. They each spurted at least 10 huge bursts of thick jism. Then they reached over with one hand and rubbed the cum all over each other's hot abs, feeling the hard, washboard muscles undulate underneath and still stroking their own cock with their other hand. Got what bliss that must be, I thought to myself. . Finally, they flopped down on a bed, almost on top of each other, still stroking their hard cocks. I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. God it must be great to be a muscle twin, I thought to myself.

They looked up at me and smiled. They were obviously very happy. Then Brandon looked down and saw the big bulge in my crotch under my boxer shorts. I was still only wearing my boxer shorts and my erect cock was pretty obvious underneath. "Looks like someone besides us got turned on by our muscles," said Brandon. "Yeah," said Blake. "I think we should put on a private Blake and Brandon muscle show for John so he can really get his rocks off." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Could this really be true? The two boys jumped off the bed and Brandon reached over and pulled down my boxer shorts. My hard cock sprang up and hit my waist. I kicked off the shorts and stood in front of the two naked muscle twins. Then the blond, blue eyed twins simultaneously flexed their incredible biceps right before my eyes. They were giving me a private posing show! I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Never in my life had I experienced such a thrill. I stared at the four mountainous biceps as they bulged inches from my eyes. My mouth dropped open and my cock twitched with excitement. The blue eyes of the twins flashed with glee. "You can touch `em if you want," said Blake. "You get the all-seeing, all-touching Blake and Brandon muscle show." I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Not only was I going to get to watch their beautiful muscles flex, but I was going to get to feel them as well. I almost came right then, I was so excited. I reached over and felt the incredible size and hardness of their biceps. The big balls of muscle were as hard as rocks. Then I started feeling all their other muscles as they did all kinds of other poses for me.

They moved around me as they flexed, circling my wimpy little body with their masses of teen muscle. I grabbed and touched and felt the big and hard muscles of these two blond 14 year olds as they flexed for me. It was like they were dancing around me, flexing the whole time. They were so athletic and graceful as they moved. As I saw and felt their bulging muscles, I couldn't help thinking about the phenomenal strength their bodies possessed. Each one of those bodies was four times stronger than mine. I had eight times more strength than I possessed within inches of my pathetic skinny body. The bulging pecs I was feeling with my little fingers could bench 240 pounds, an amount of weight I couldn't even comprehend. Each bicep that bulged in my hand could curl more than I could bench. One of their biceps had more muscle than my whole chest. Each of their huge quads, which felt like huge tree trunks to my groping fingers, had more muscle in them than my whole body. These muscular twins could have beat me to a pulp with their big muscles without even trying hard. But instead of beating me up, their rippling muscles were flexing and bulging for my pleasure. They were giving me all the pleasures of the Blake and Brandon muscle show. And those pleasures were overwhelming all of my senses. Finally I was so excited I couldn't take it any more. I grabbed their big arms and moved their bodies in front of me. They could tell I was ready to cum. They flexed their abs and pecs and legs in front of me as I grabbed my rock-hard, throbbing cock. Instantly I blasted spurt after spurt of cum on their chests and abs, moving my cock back and forth between the two muscle twins as I spurted. I had never had such an incredible orgasm in my life. I only spurted about half as much jism as each of the twins had, but it was more than I had ever produced before. I was in total ecstasy. After I was done I reached over and rubbed my cum all over their rippling abs and their bulging pecs. The twins smiled. "You really got off," said Blake. "Yeah," I said. "That was the best I've ever had,." The twins looked at each other and gave themselves high fives. Another triumph for their muscular bodies.

 

Part 2

Blake grabbed my wet towel and cleaned off his cum-drenched body. Then Brandon did the same thing. Then they reached into their bags and pulled out identical white wife beater tank top shirts, another pair of Joe Boxer briefs, and red board shorts, the kind surfers wear. They put on their wife beaters, briefs and shorts and turned to me. The white wife beaters were about two sizes too small for them. The tight fabric gripped their torsos. The bottom part of their pecs bulged out into the fabric and their abs were clearly visible. The white cloth highlighted their incredible tan upper bodies, revealing their thick traps, their broad, muscular shoulders, their flaring lats, their muscular arms and the upper part of their big, round pecs. And the board shorts bulged with the big muscles of their quads and the firm round muscles of their glutes. They looked fantastic. "I'm hungry," said Brandon. "When's dinner?" I looked at my watch. "Hey, we should go down to the dining hall right now. Dinner's almost ready to start." "Great!" yelled Blake. "I'm so hungry I could eat a horse. Get dressed, wimp. You're holding us up." I hurried to throw on some clothes. I didn't want to piss off these young muscle studs.

We walked downstairs to the dining hall. It was full of campers from all the floors, plus the counselors and my boss Philip, the owner of the Computer Camp. As soon as we walked in, all conversation stopped. The word had spread about the incredibly muscular 14 year old twins and when they walked in all eyes were on them. The campers pushed themselves aside to make way for these two buff young men as they walked confidently into the room. "Where's the food?" said Blake, looking around at the empty tables. "It will be ready in about 10 minutes or so," said Philip, not able to take his eyes off the muscular twins. "Just relax for a few minutes." Blake looked at him with scorn. "Relax? Relax? Nah, I don't wanna relax. I wanna get a pump." He turned around and spotted a flabby kid about eight inches taller than him. "How much do you weigh, dweeb?" he asked. "About 120, I guess," said the kid. "Perfect, same as me," said Blake. Without hesitating a moment, Blake grabbed the kid by his armpit and his crotch and pulled him off the ground to shoulder height. Then he started pressing the startled kid up and down. "Piece of cake," said Blake as he pumped out rep after rep. His delts and arms bulged with striated muscle as they got more and more pumped. All the other kids stared in a state of shock. They had never seen anything like this in their lives. After 12 easy reps, Blake gently dropped the kid on his feet. "Nice pump," he said as he raised his arms up and down, looking at his delts bulge.

"My biceps want a pump," said Brandon, looking around the room. He spotted a kid about his own height, but way way skinnier than him. "How much to you weigh, kid?" he said. "About 80 pounds, I guess," said the kid, kind of trembling. "That's five pounds more than I weighed six months ago, ya know that? Now it's a perfect curl weight for these big mothers." He flexed his biceps right in the kid's face. The kid looked in awe at the baseball biceps bulging in front of him. Then Brandon picked up the kid under his arm and his legs and started curling his body up and down like he was a broomstick. The other campers stared at his arms as the huge 14 year old muscles curled the kid's body up and down. Brandon's biceps got noticeably bigger and bigger as he pumped out rep after rep. Blood was surging through the muscle and the muscle was getting bigger and bigger like a rock- hard balloon. After 15 reps he dropped the little nerd on the floor and hit a double biceps pose for the admiring campers. "Fuckin' strong!" he yelled as the campers stared in awe at the bulging muscle, rippling with fibers and covered with veins. Then he lowered his arms and placed his right arm next to the little arm of a kid who was about six inches taller than him. The kid's arm looked like a twig and Brandon's arm looked like a big ham. A big vein as thick as a pencil sat atop his bulging bicep, going all the way from his forearm to his shoulder. Other smaller veins criss-crossed his bicep and forearm. Wow, I thought to myself, as I stared at the stark comparison between weakness and strength. A puny, weak little twig next to an incredibly big, strong, mass of muscle. Then Brandon flexed his triceps. All three heads of muscle sprang to attention under his thin, tan skin, bulging with striated power. "Fuckin' strong," yelled Brandon as he compared his huge, muscular arm to the kid's little stick.

"Time for some pushups," yelled Blake. "Hit the floor, bro." The two muscular twins jumped down to the floor in pushup position right next to each other. "Go!" yelled Blake. The boys took off doing pushups so fast that I almost couldn't count fast enough. Within 15 seconds they had already done 20 pushups. Within 30 seconds they had done 40. In one minute they had done 75 pushups. None of the campers could do more than five pushups total. The thought of these strong boys doing 75 in a minute was absolutely mind-boggling. When they got to 100 they stopped. "That was too easy," said Brandon. "We need more weight. Two of you geeks get on our backs. We don't care how heavy you are. It won't matter." At that, there was a mad scramble of the campers to be the lucky ones to get on the muscular twins' backs. The two winners each weighed about 160 pounds.

The boys climbed onto the muscular backs of the two twins. They positioned themselves so that their cocks were right on top of the twins' firm, round musclebutts. They grabbed on to the twins' big, muscular shoulders for balance. "You ready, dweebs?" yelled Blake. "Yeah, I guess so," said the kid on top of him. In an instant, both Blake and Brandon started pumping out pushups, with their human weights along for the ride. They didn't do them as fast as the first time, but they cranked them out steadily. They were each lifting a nerd who outweighed them by 40 pounds. A hundred twenty pounds of pure muscle pushing up itself and 160 pounds of skin, bones and flab. Of course some of the weight was being borne by their feet, but the big pecs, arms and shoulder of the muscular twins were pressing up about two thirds of the combined weight----about 185 pounds---and they were pressing that weight up and down like it was nothing. The muscular butts of the twins bulged right into the nerds' crotches. I could only imagine what it felt like to be riding on top of all that muscle. The nerds held on tight to the big shoulders of the twins as they pumped the combined bodies up and down. Those shoulders were thick with hard, throbbing muscle. One of the nerds moved his hands down to feel Blake's big triceps as they worked and then he moved his hands over to feel his bulging pecs as they pressed the huge weight up and down. I could tell the nerd was getting really excited feeling all that hard muscle. Finally, the twins had finished 15 weighted pushups. At the top of the last one, they both jerked and twisted their backs, throwing their human weights off them onto the floor. Then they stood up and moved their big arms back and forth, flexing their totally pumped, striated pecs. "Nice pump," said Brandon as he reached up and felt his bulging pec muscles. "Can I feel?" said the nerd who had been riding him. "Sure," said Brandon. "You can feel these big muscles as much as you want. They like to be touched, especially when they're pumped. " The kid's eyes lit up with joy and he immediately started running his dainty little hands all over Brandon's big chest, shoulders and arms. "The muscle's so hard," he gasped. "It's just so fucking big and fucking hard." The rest of the kids were staring in total jealously. Finally two more kids walked up and started feeling Brandon's muscles. Then three went up to Blake and started feeling his muscles. The two muscle kids started flexing for their admirers. Before long, all the nerdy kids were standing around these two young musclegods, trying to touch their big, hard bodies.

Philip, the owner of the Computer Camp, turned to me and said "I thought those twins were supposed to be small and fragile. Their mother was so concerned they might get hurt. But just look at them. They're kind of short, but they're packed with muscle. I'll bet they could each beat up ten of these campers without breaking a sweat. They could take out this whole room if they wanted to. Those kids are fuckin' strong!" I smiled. "Yeah, I can vouch for that. They've been lifting weights for only six months and they've put on 45 pounds of muscle and four inches in height. I think their mother is living in some kind of time warp. She must remember them as little toddlers or skinny little boys. They sure aren't skinny little boys any more. They're big, muscular young men. And they're so strong it's not even funny. They can bench double their bodyweight and squat with even more. They're four times stronger than me. They're fuckin' muscle machines. I tried to wrestle one of them and he manhandled me like I was a fuckin' toy. Then he and his brother wrestled each other in our room like a pair of wild tigers and smashed everything in sight. Those kids are total bundles of strength and energy. They sure aren't computer nerds. But the other kids seem to like them." Philip watched as the nerds fought with each other to get a touch of the twins' muscles. "Yeah, I'm sure these nerds have never seen or touched anything like them in their lives," he said. "But they may be too much for us to handle."

Then somebody yelled "Dinner!" Plates of food had been brought to the tables. When they heard the magic word "dinner," Blake and Brandon pushed all the dweebs in front of them out of their way with big sweeps of their muscular arms. The force of their push was so strong that several of the dweebs fell to the floor. The twins ran up to the table, knocking over any nerds that were in their path. They sat down and started wolfing down the food in front of them. "Fuck, this ain't anywhere near enough food. But we'll take care of that, won't we bro." Brandon smiled and gave his muscular brother a high five, all the while chewing big bites of his food. Before some of the other kids had even sat down to their dinners, Blake and Brandon had finished devouring their food, their first helping. They immediately turned to the kids sitting next to them. "Arm wrestle for your dinner," they said simultaneously. The two kids looked kind of stunned. These two muscle kids were going to take their dinners. There was no way they could win an arm wrestling match with these two strong boys. But before they could answer, five or six other boys started yelling. "Arm wrestle with me! I'll arm wrestle you for my dinner! I wanna arm wrestle you!" Blake and Brandon looked around and smiled. They were gonna eat real good tonight. They figured they could eat about four more of these little dinners apiece, so they needed 8 little nerds to arm wrestle them. And now more than 15 dweebs were yelling for the chance to feel the power of their big muscles. Yeah, they were gonna eat real good. Blake walked over to one of the kids who was yelling the loudest. The kid was about 8 inches taller than him but was skinny as a rail. Blake put his right arm down on the table and the kid did the same. Blake's forearm was three times as big as the dweeb's forearm and also three time as big as his upper arm. The muscle twin's big bulging biceps and triceps just dwarfed the stick that was the kid's upper arm. The muscles of his shoulders were fully revealed by his wife-beater tank top, and those big muscles twitched and flexed with every little movement of his arms. His delts were so big and thick. The little dweeb didn't have any delts at all, just little bony knobs at the ends of his narrow shoulders. As their two hands locked together, the contrast was incredible. Blake flexed his bicep slightly and the big muscle almost jumped out of his thin tan skin. The kid didn't even have a bump for a bicep. He stared at Blake's arm in awe. "Say go," said Blake. The kid kept staring at Blake's arm. He was literally trembling as he took in the raw muscle power he was feeling and seeing. "Go!" he said. Blake smiled as the kid pushed as hard as he could against the brick wall that was Blake's muscular arm. He could hardly feel the pressure of the kid's struggling. It felt like a feather pushing against solid iron. He kind of moved his arm back and forth, toying with the weakness of the nerd's little arm. All the while his bicep was flexing and bulging at his command. The kid's eyes were almost popping out of his head as he watched Blake's muscles. Finally Blake said, "Say goodbye, nerd." Then he smashed the kid's arm down so hard it made a loud crash. He held the kid's arm there for a few moments, flexing his triceps as the kid stared in envy. "Thanks for the dinner, dweeb," he said as he grabbed the kid's plate and put in on top of his own. "Who's next?" he said as he walked over to his next conquest. He was going to arm wrestle for three more dinners right now and then eat all four at once. If he was still hungry he'd take another one. "I might need more meat, so don't eat yours yet," he said, pointing to one of the dweebs who wanted to arm wrestle. The dweeb nodded his head in obedience to this order.

Meanwhile Brandon was arm wrestling for his extra dinners. He turned and faced two of the computer nerds who were lining up to sacrifice their dinners to this young musclegod. "You little nerds are so weak I'm gonna arm wrestle two of you at the same time. Two dinners for one arm wrestling smash! And to give you little dorks a fighting chance, you can both use both of your arms. My big right arm is gonna take on all four of your puny dork arms." The two boys looked at Brandon's thick, muscular arm and then at their own flabby arms. Brandon smiled and flexed his arm right in their faces. "Do you think this mother is four times as strong as your little arms?" The boys gulped. That huge monster was way more than four times as strong as their arms. They could tell just by looking at all that bulging muscle.

Brandon sat down at the table and put down his right elbow. He flexed his bicep and the big muscle popped to attention like a shredded baseball, ready to smash anything in its way at the command of its young master. Brandon smiled as he looked at that huge bulge of living rock, muscle that had grown from a skinny nothing to a big ball of rock-hard, superstrong coiled steel in just six months. He relaxed his flex, but even relaxed the big muscle bulged in his arm. It was always hard and ready to smash. The two nerds sat on the other side of the table. They first put down their right elbows and locked their little right hands with Brandon's thick right hand. Then they placed their left hands in back of their right hands. They had four hands pressing against Brandon's one hand. There was still more muscle in Brandon's hand than in all four of the dorks' hands. Brandon's tan forearm and upper arm bulged with muscle. The lily white forearms and upper arms of the two boys didn't bulge with anything. They were made of nothing but flab. Brandon's shoulder was thick with muscle, covered by inches of his big delt, which was striated and rippling with his every move. The boys' shoulders were nothing but skin and bone. "Say Go when you're ready," said Brandon, looking with amusement at the four skinny arms next to his one big muscular arm. The two nerds were also staring at Brandon's arm. They could see the fibers of muscle twitching underneath his tan skin, waiting for the order to flex. I looked at the arms of the two boys. Brandon's arm was so much thicker and bigger than their little arms. It was just bristling with muscle. But there were four of their skinny arms up against his one big arm. I thought they at least had a chance.

"Go!" yelled one of the boys. At that, the two nerds started pushing with all their might against Brandon's arm. I saw Brandon's bicep bulge slightly, resisting the force of all four of their arms without even flexing hard. That big arm didn't move a bit. It was like they were pushing against a brick wall. Their eyes were riveted on Brandon's bicep as they pushed as hard as they could. Their faces started getting red from their enormous strain. They started breathing hard and little beads of sweat were forming on their foreheads. These nerds were really pushing with every ounce of strength in their bodies. Finally Brandon's arm slowly started to bend down. The eyes of the nerds lit up. They were wearing him out! They were starting to win! His big arm moved down until it was only about an inch from the table. One inch away from victory, they thought. Then all of a sudden the downward movement stopped. It was like Brandon's arm had hit a wall. They strained even harder, but just couldn't budge that arm another millimeter. They were now panting. Their faces were beet red and covered with sweat. "Did you really think you could win against that big muscle?" said Brandon calmly. The nerds looked up at Brandon's face and their jaws dropped open. His face was calm and relaxed. He looked at them with his beautiful blue eyes with a look that said, `I can hardly feel that, you miserable little wimps.' The good looking kid wasn't straining in the least. These two nerds were using every ounce of energy in their two flabby bodies and the handsome musclekid wasn't even trying hard. Brandon smiled confidently as he saw their shock. "Get real, weaklings. Your little stick arms ain't shit to my big gun. Feel some real power, dweebs." Brandon looked down at his big bicep. "Crush the nerds," he said to the throbbing muscle. Immediately the big ball of muscle exploded into an even bigger ball in his arm. The individual fibers of red muscle almost burst out of his skin. Veins were everywhere. His arm started moving up slowly and steadily. The two dweebs pushed as hard as they could but Brandon's big arm just kept moving up, completely unfazed by their efforts. It was like his arm was a big steel machine, completely overpowering the puny human resistance of the two boys. His arm slowly raised up to the vertical position and then stopped. The two nerds again thought they had some hope and pressed their little hands as hard as they could against Brandon's thick hand. They were now sweating profusely and panting like dogs. Brandon smiled as he felt their puny pushes against his powerful arm. "Time to die, wimps!" he yelled. Immediately his huge bicep jumped and bulged to an incredible size and in a split second his arm came crashing down on the table, with the four arms of the computer nerds underneath. SMASH! Brandon's big gun had completely crushed the four arms of the two boys. He held his arm down for a few seconds, squeezing his thick hand into the hands of the hapless nerds. They watched his triceps bulge with incredible muscularity and strength.

Then he let go and grabbed their dinners. "Piece of cake," he said, flexing his right arm in the faces of the incredulous nerds. "Who's next?" There was a stampede of dweebs wanting to be Brandon's next victims. He picked two of the bigger ones and smashed their arms with equal ease. Then he took his four dinners and joined Blake to wolf down all the food. The two muscle twins finished their dinners in a matter of minutes. With each dinner they had drunk a glass of milk. They had eaten a total of five dinners and five big glasses of milk apiece. Blake looked at the kid he had ordered not to eat, who sat frozen, not eating a bit of his dinner. "I'm still hungry," he said. "Gimme your meat and your milk." The kid handed over his meat and milk. Blake flexed his arm and the kid reached over to feel it. He knew this was his reward. He had been waiting for the chance. "You're feeding these big monsters," said Blake. "They appreciate it." He flexed extra hard and the kid almost fell over at the feeling of the rock-hard muscle. "I want another meat and milk too," said Brandon looking across the table at a kid who had not eaten one bite, he was so transfixed watching Blake and Brandon eat more food than he could comprehend. He quickly handed over his meat and milk and the muscular kid wolfed it down in four bites and six swallows.

Then the two twins sat back in their chairs and patted their full but still rock hard rippling stomachs. "Feels good to feed the muscles," said Blake. "They like to be fed real good. They're gonna get even bigger `cause we're each gonna eat five or six of your puny meals every time. You nerds are gonna hand over all the food these muscles want, right?" He flexed his big chest and looked around the room. All the dweebs were nodding their heads. "These muscles need to keep liftin' heavy iron to keep gettin' bigger and stronger. Where's the fuckin' iron in this camp? We need iron!! Lots of iron!! Fuckin' heavy iron.!!!" Blake looked around. He was demanding an answer. He wanted to know were the weights were. Sadly, I broke the news to the muscular kid. "We don't have any iron or even a gym here at Computer Camp. All we have are computers. Everybody here except you is a computer nerd. They don't lift weights. They hate weights." "FUCK!" they both yelled together. "No fuckin' weights? They hate weights?? We gotta spend two fuckin' weeks at this fuckin' dweeb camp with a bunch of fuckin' dweebs and no fuckin' weights???" I nodded my head. "Shit! yelled Blake. "We need weights! Our muscles crave the pump they get when they lift heavy weights. We'll just hafta use you fuckin' dweebs and the computers as weights. We'll lift whatever we can find. We need to keep these muscles growin'!!! After dinner we're gonna have a workout and all you dweebs are gonna be our weights. Tomorrow we'll use the computers too. We'll turn `em into dumbbells! We're still gonna keep these muscles pumped!" The other boys said `yeah, yeah' and nodded their heads in anticipation. They could hardly wait to see these incredibly muscular twins work out. Philip looked at me and cringed. These two superstrong 14 year old blond musclegods were taking over the whole camp. And the other campers seemed to like it! They wanted to be taken over by these two young studs.

Well, for the next half hour the kids finished their dinners, that is the kids who had dinners. They all kind of shared because 10 of them had had their food eaten for them by the two muscle twins. The twins, who had gobbled up their food with unbelievable speed, sat at the table talking about how they got so big and strong. They talked about how they had started lifting with their little friend six months ago and how they had put on 45 pounds of muscle and 4 inches of height. And their little friend Danny was still only benchin' 70 pounds. They thought that was really funny, especially since they could bench 240 for reps. They talked about their workouts, how they beat up the six tall kids who tried to mess with them, how strong they were, how much they liked to wrestle, everything about their bodies and their muscles. They figured at the rate they were growing and putting on muscle, by this time next year they'd be at least five feet 8 inches tall and 180 pounds of solid muscle. Their bodies were just shooting up and bursting out with muscle. They were getting huge! They explained how they really wanted to go to Wrestling Camp, but their mother wouldn't let them because she still thought they were frail and little. Blake turned to the kid next to him and flexed his arm right in the kid's face. "What a joke," he said. Our mama calls us `her little darlings.' She thinks we'd get hurt if we went to Wrestling Camp. Does that muscle look like it could get hurt at Wrestling Camp? Fuck no, that muscle would kick ass as Wrestling Camp." He moved his arm up and down watching the big baseball bicep flex at his will. "We're so fuckin' strong there's no way we'd get hurt at Wrestling Camp. We'd be the ones doin' the hurtin'! But no, our mama made us come to this fuckin' Computer Camp. We're just gonna have to work out our muscles with what we got here. Our muscles are gonna keep growin'." By now, the other kids were virtually panting, listening to all this muscle talk. They could hardly wait for the workout to begin. I could see that most of them had hard-ons. Philip and the other counselors went back to their rooms, leaving me in charge of the two muscle twins and their rapt admirers. Not one of the computer geek campers left the room. They were totally in awe of these two blond haired, blue eyed, good looking, incredibly muscular 14 year olds.

 

Part 3: The Workout

"All right. Enough talk," said Brandon. "Lets work these muscles." The two muscle twins got up from their chairs and all the other kids did the same. "OK, line up by weight.," he said. "The lightest one on the left and the heaviest one on the right. You dweebs are gonna be our human barbells. The nerds quickly lined up by weight, asking each other how much they weighed. The lightest one was a puny 13 year old who only weighed 60 pounds. The heaviest was a big, fat 16 year old who tipped the scale at 210. And there were all variations in between. Just like the barbell rack at a big gym. Over 50 nerds were standing in a line, waiting to be used as weights by the muscle twins. Blake and Brandon looked at the lineup of dweebs and smiled. "OK," said Blake. "Tonight Brandon and me are gonna get in a good workout with you weak little nerds as our weights. First we're gonna do overhead presses, workin' our delts and triceps." He rubbed his right hand over his left delt and tricep to show the dweebs the big muscles he was going to work. "Then we're gonna do more weighted pushups, workin' these big pecs and workin' the triceps some more." He rubbed his hand over his flexing pecs and triceps. "Then we're gonna work our lats by doin' pullups from that pipe over there, with you guys hangin' on our bodies for extra weight. Regular pullups are too easy for us." He pointed to a water pipe that was running along the top of the room. The nerds gulped when they heard Blake say regular pullups were too easy for the twins and they needed extra weight. Most of the nerds couldn't do even one pullup. The most any of them could do was three. The thought of these two muscle kids pulling up not only their own bodies but also another body was mind boggling to these weak computer geeks. "Then we're gonna do curls, workin' these big biceps. Gotta keep these biceps big and strong so they can smash your weak little arms in arm wrestling again tomorrow." Blake hit a double biceps pose. The big muscles bulged like living rocks, peaking high and almost bursting out of his tan skin. The nerds gasped. They could hardly wait for arm wrestling tomorrow morning at breakfast. They were eager to sacrifice their breakfasts to feed the growing muscles of these young gods. "Next we're gonna do squats and calf raises." Blake walked over to the big, fat 210 pound nerd and flexed his quads. "These big mothers are gonna need every pound of your fat body, dweeb. They're gonna pump you up and down like you're a feather." The fat nerd looked down with his mouth open and watched the big quads flex at Blake's command. I could see a bulge growing in his crotch. His cock was already hard. He could hardly wait to get on the broad backs of these muscle machines and feel the power of their big legs push his body up and down. "Finally we're gonna do some situps. About 300, all at once. These abs are gonna get so pumped and burned they're gonna look like they were carved with a knife, like fuckin' corrugated iron." Blake pounded his fist into his abs. It was like he was hitting a brick wall. The nerds gulped again. Most of them could only do a few situps. Some of them couldn't even do one situp. Now these muscle twins were going to do 300 in a row! The nerds looked at the six pack of muscle that was clearly visible underneath the twins' tight white wife beater shirts. I could see cocks getting hard all over the place.

Blake started moving his arms around, stretching and warming up his bulging delts. "Let's start workin' these muscles, Brandon." At that, he pulled up the bottom of his tight wife beater and ripped it over his head. Then he stripped off his board shorts so he was standing there in only his white Joe Boxer briefs. Simultaneously Brandon did the same thing. "We don't like to wear a lot of clothes when we work out. We like to see our muscles workin' and let `em pump and bulge without a bunch of fuckin' clothes in the way," he said. All computer nerds nodded their heads in agreement, awestruck by the rippling muscles that were now fully revealed to their staring eyes.

"Time for some military presses. We gotta warm up with a light weight first. Then we'll build up to our work weight." He turned to the puny 60 pound 13 year old. "OK, little guy. You're gonna be our warmup weight. You're gonna make a good warmup weight for lots of exercises. We're gonna be using you a lot. Get your puny body over here." The kid's eyes lit up. He felt like a star. He was going to be used a lot by these young muscle gods! And maybe he'd get to feel their muscles while he was being used as their barbell. He got a rush throughout his body. He walked over and stood in front of Blake. "Just relax but keep real stiff. Remember, you're an iron barbell."

The kid did as instructed and Blake grabbed him by the armpit and the crotch. Then he jerked him off the ground and held him at shoulder height. "Get ready for a ride," he said as the kid stared at the thick, striated delts covering the blond boy's shoulders. Then he lifted the 60 pound kid up and down, pressing him like a barbell. His delts and triceps bulged as they got more and more pumped. This was easy for Blake and he cranked out 15 reps without even trying hard. After the last rep he put the kid down on his feet. "OK kid, you can feel `em now," he said to the puny nerd. Blake knew what the kid wanted to do. In an instant, the kid ran his hands all over Blake's bulging shoulders and arms, feeling the hot muscle that he had helped to pump up. The kid was only two inches shorter than Blake, but Blake was twice as heavy. And all that extra weight was solid muscle. The kid just couldn't believe what he was feeling. Thick muscle as hard as rock. After a few moments of this muscle feel, Brandon grabbed the kid and spun him around. "My turn," he said. He picked up the kid and pressed him up and down 15 times. Then he lowered the little human barbell to his feet and let the kid feel his own bulging muscles. All the other nerds watched in envy. They could hardly wait for their turn to be the blond twins' weight. They knew now that their reward was going to be getting to feel the big hard muscles of these buff twins that they were helping to pump and build.

Blake and Brandon then moved down the line, pressing 80, 110, 130 and finally 160 pound nerds. They started with 12 reps with the 80 pounders and ended up squeezing out just five reps in their fifth and last set with the 160 pounders. If there were two dweebs that weighed the same, they each pressed different guys, just so the two dweebs could each get a chance to feel their big muscles after the exercise. They wanted to keep their human weights happy and they knew how to do it. Lots of muscle feeling and touching by the dweebs. At the end of their five sets of military presses, their traps, shoulders and triceps were surging with blood and pumped to the max. They drank a big glass of water and while drinking they walked down the line in front of the nerds, letting each one of them get a feel of their incredibly pumped and hard muscles. Those guys thought they had died and gone to muscle heaven.

Next came the weighted pushups. Their muscles were already warmed up, so they started with 120 pound dweebs, dorks who weighed exactly the same as they did but who looked absolutely nothing like them. They pumped out 15 easy reps with the dorks holding on for dear life to their muscular shoulders and arms. Then, after a minute's rest and muscle feel by the lucky dorks they moved up to 150 pounds. Another 10 reps. Their pecs were now busting out of their skin, the striations of muscle fibers and surging with blood. Their weights ran their little fingers over that hard muscle and couldn't believe what they were feeling. Next came 170 pounds. Now we were getting into the fatter dweebs. A different fat 15 year old got on top of each of the twins. I marveled at the contrast between their pale, flabby 170 pound fatbodies and the tan, rock-hard 120 pound musclebodies of the twins. They outweighed the twins by 50 pounds, but the twins had at least 50 pounds more muscle in their bodies than these fat dweebs. And the twins' muscle was superstrong. The twins cranked out eight reps, straining mightily for the last several reps. Then the fat dweebs reaped their reward, devouring the hot, sweaty muscles of the twins with their eager hands.

One more set of pushups to go. Blake pointed to a fat 180 pound 16 year old. He was the only 180 pounder there. There weren't that many dweebs over 170 pounds. "You're up, dweeb," he said. "We'll probably only be able to do four or five reps with all your fat on our backs, but you'll get to ride on both of us so you'll get eight or ten reps total. Wouldn't want to shortchange you now, would we?" The nerd's eyes lit up. He was going to get to ride on both of the twins! Double the pleasure and double the fun. He got on Blake's back and felt the stud's hard, round musclebutt push right into his fat lower abdomen. It felt like solid rock was pushing into his fat stomach. He grabbed Blake's arms and felt them explode as the young musclegod pushed him up. He squeezed those arms and it felt like he was squeezing solid rock. Those arms pumped him up and down five times, going very slowly for the last two reps. Blake's pecs had been worked to total exhaustion. They would be even bigger and stronger after a couple days of rest and tons of protein-rich food. When Blake got to the top of the final rep, he bucked the kid off his back and jumped to his feet. "Fuckin' strong!" he yelled as he felt his bulging pecs. The kid immediately got up and ran his hands all over Blake's pecs, arms and delts. He couldn't believe how big and strong those muscles were. Blake weighed a third less then he did but he was five times as strong. The kid was just overwhelmed by Blake's incredibly muscular body. Then Brandon grabbed the kid's arm and jerked him away from Blake. "My turn," he said And he did the same thing all over again. The fat kid certainly enjoyed his double pleasure and double fun.

Next came the pull-ups. There was a water pipe crossing the room about two feet below the ceiling. Blake hopped up, grabbed the pipe and pumped out 15 fast pull-ups. Then Brandon did the same. The computer nerds watched in awe, since most of them couldn't do even one pull-up. They couldn't believe how wide and thick the twins' lats were. The big slabs of muscle flared out like wings as they pulled their bodies up and down with obviously ease. The V-shape taper from their wide shoulders down to their narrow waists was phenomenal. None of these dweebs had any lats at all, so the sight of the twins' big thick lats was almost unbelievable to them. Blake walked over and grabbed the little 60 pound nerd by the arm. "You're up again, little guy. We need extra weight for our pull-ups. They're too easy for these strong mothers without some fuckin' weight hangin' on. He flexed his lats and put the dweeb's hand on the flaring slab of muscle. The kid gulped. Blake hopped up and grabbed the pipe. "Jump up and hold on to my waist," he said. "And keep your feet off the floor." The kid did as instructed, wrapping his little arms around the solid muscular waist of the hanging superboy. Blake's body was very hot and sweaty and the kid had a hard time holding on. The twin's hard musclebutt hit him in the chest. The white fabric of the Joe Boxer briefs was wet with fresh, warm sweat. That sweat rubbed all over the geeks little chest. The muscle in Blake's round butt felt like rock The dweeb just couldn't believe what he was feeling. Hard, rippling, sweaty abs with his hands and a hard, round sweaty musclebutt with his chest. He was hanging on to solid muscle. Then Blake started pulling their two bodies up. His lats and biceps bulged incredibly as they flexed to pull up the heavy weight. Slowly but steadily the super strong twin did ten complete pullups, not slowing down at all for the last reps. Then he dropped gracefully to the floor. The dweeb fell on his soft butt. "Nice set," said Brandon. "You looked real strong." Blake smiled and gave his brother a high five. Then Brandon hopped up and grabbed the pipe. The dweeb knew what to do.

The muscle twins did a total of five sets of pull- ups, working up to lifting an 80 pound nerd on their bodies. This was the equivalent of lat pull-downs with 220 pounds. But in actuality it was much more, because it's a lot harder doing pullups with a guy hanging on your waist than pulling down a steel bar. I stood there just stunned as the blond, good-looking, muscular 14 year olds cranked out those weighted pull-ups. Never had I seen such strength in my life. After each set they let their human weights feel their bulging lats and arms----and whatever other muscles they wanted to feel. "Fuckin' strong!" yelled Blake as a dweeb ran his dainty little hands over Blake's bulging lats "Fuckin' big and fuckin' strong." The kid nodded with his mouth agape as he felt the rock-hard flaring slabs of the young musclgod's incredibly pumped lat muscles. By now all the kids were in a total frenzy over the twins' pumped and bulging muscles.

After the last set of pull-ups, the boys' biceps were nice and pumped. But they were going to get even more pumped. It was time for curls. Brandon grabbed the 60 pound geek. "Your turn again," he said to the very happy kid. Never in his life did the kid think his puniness was going to result in this much pleasure. Brandon curled the dweeb for 15 reps and tossed him to Blake who cranked out his own 15 reps. "You're the warmup again, little guy. You don't weigh enough to really challenge these big guns." He flexed his right bicep in the dweeb's face and the dweeb grabbed it with all his might. The big, pumped muscle was red with surging blood. Fibers and veins were visible everywhere. The little dweeb tried to squeeze it, but he couldn't make the slightest dent in the rock-hard ball of muscle. "Yeah, you ain't nothin' to this big muscle," said Blake, comparing his huge gun with the nerd's little body. He probably had more muscle in one of his arms than the nerd had in his whole body. And that muscle was strong! The twins moved up in weights, using the 70, 80 and 90 pound boys for their curls. Then they each grabbed a 100 pound boy. This was going to be a real challenge, because 100 pounds was their maximum work weight with a barbell. They grabbed their human weights by the armpit and crotch and lifted them off the floor. Then they ordered their big biceps to curl. The muscles in their arms looked like steel cords as they raised their forearms upwards, lifting the 100 pound nerds up. The other dweebs gasped as they saw the muscle just explode in their arms, pumping and bulging to an incredible size. When they got to the top of the curl, those muscles looked like big oranges. They were now bigger than baseballs and were pulsating with blood and power. The twins slowly lowered their human weights and then curled them up again. This time the muscles were clearly straining, almost bursting out of their skin. They barely made it to the top and then slowly lowered their arms all the way down, giving their totally exhausted biceps one last moment of total strain. Then they dropped the dweebs on the floor and flexed their biceps. There were yells and screams from the dweebs as they saw those incredibly big and pumped arms. The 100 pound weights jumped up and grabbed those muscles. They wanted to feel just how big and hard they were. "Feel the power of those big guns, wimp," said Brandon as he looked at the skinny dweeb feeling his huge arms. "Those big guns got more muscle than you got in your whole fuckin' little body. Those big guns could rip your little dweeb body to shreds." He flexed extra hard and the muscle bulged to an enormous size. The dweeb was drooling, his tongue was hanging out of his mouth, as he saw and felt the incredible size and hardness of Brandon's big arms. Yeah, those big guns could rip him to shreds.

Next came the squats and calf raises. The twins chose two 140 pound dweebs as their warmup weights. The dweebs stood behind the twins, marveling at their broad shoulders, wide backs, narrow hips and firm, round musclebutts. Then the twins lowered their muscular bodies and the dweebs hopped on their backs, wrapping their legs around muscular waists and holding on to thick delt muscle with their hands. The twins squatted back up and then did 15 easy squats with these nerds who outweighed them by 20 pounds. They faced the lineup of human weights so all the dorks could see their quads bulging as they pumped the human weights up and down. Those quads looked phenomenal, pumping up to thick slabs of shredded muscle with veins pulsating with blood under the thin skin. It was easy for those big muscles to push up the little 140 pound human barbells. After the young blond musclegods finished their set of squats, they immediately did 15 reps of calf raises. Their calves bulged with incredible cuts of muscle. The two heads of massive muscle were clearly visible when they were on their toes. When they were done, they bucked the dweebs off their backs and the dweebs rushed to feel their pumped-up quads and calves. And just for good measure they felt the rest of the twins' big muscles too. They got their full reward.

After this warmup, the twins did four more sets. In their last two sets, they used the 210 pound fat geek. They would have gone heavier, but he was as heavy as they had. He got to be the weight for both Blake and Brandon and he got to do two sets with each. After an hour of just standing around and watching the smaller nerds get their turn, he finally got his chance. He hopped on Brandon's back and the superstrong twin started pumping out the squats. "You ain't nothin' to these big mothers," yelled Brandon. "You ain't shit to them. These big quads could crush the life out of your fat body. These big muscles like to crush things." The kids eyes grew wide with excitement as he listened to Brandon brag about the power of his quads. And he was personally feeling that power as they pushed his big, fat body up and down. Brandon pumped out 10 reps in squats and then another 10 reps in calf raises. When he was done, he bucked the fat nerd off his back and stood over him. He flexed his quads over the fallen dweeb. The huge masses of muscle sprang to attention, instantly exploding into shredded slabs of raw power at his command. "Feel `em," he ordered. The fat dweeb got on his knees, reached up and felt Brandon's incredibly big and incredibly hard quads. Then he felt those bulging calves, calves that were striated with muscle fibers and covered with veins. He gulped in total awe. "Those big legs could crush your fat body like a cracker," said Brandon. "They're so strong your dweeb bones would snap like twigs when they started squeezing. You better not piss me off or I'm gonna wrap these big mothers around your pathetic fat body and crush the life out of it." The kid looked up at Brandon in awe. He knew he was nothing compared to this blond young musclegod. Then he stood up and felt all of Brandon's pumped body. Sweat was pouring out of every pore on the blond muscleboy's skin. His whole body was pumped and dripping with sweat. The dweeb ran his hands all over the hot, sweaty muscle. I'm sure it felt just like hot wet rock. Brandon smiled with a look of total superiority.

After a few moments of this, Blake grabbed the dweeb by his arm and jerked him away from Brandon. "Enough of my brother's muscles," he said. "Now you gotta work my muscles." So the dweeb got on Blake's back and Blake did the same thing. Blake bragged about his quads too, and said his quads were bigger and stronger than Brandon's, although he knew they were exactly the same. At the end, the kid got to feel Blake's big legs. And the rest of Blake's body too. And he got to hear Blake brag about his strength and how his big legs could crush the fat nerd like a grape. And then the kid got another set of this with both twins. At the end of his four sets, the kid looked like he was in total muscle heaven.

The twins drank more water and walked slowly up and down the line of human weights, letting the little nerds feel their hard, hot, sweaty bodies. Then Brandon said, "Time for situps. Are there any of you dweebs that haven't gotten a chance to be a weight yet?" Two of the nerds raised their hands. They were the only ones who hadn't been used by the twins as human weights. "OK, you two are gonna hold our feet while we're doin' the situps. Then you get to feel our abs when they're all pumped and rippling and rock hard. Get your asses over here." Blake and Brandon lay on their backs on the floor next to each other and bent their knees slightly. All the nerds circled around them to watch. The two lucky ones held on to their feet. "Go," said Brandon. The twins started doing rapid-fire situps in tandem, raising and lowering their muscular torsos in unison at an incredibly fast pace. Just like with the pushups, this was very easy for them.

The computer geeks counted out the reps, yelling in a frenzy. Ten, twenty, fifty, on hundred, two hundred. I stared in amazement as the two blond musclekids pumped out the situps. Their abs were glistening and dripping with sweat and were shredded like hard steel. With each rep, that steel contracted with the power of a strong machine and lifted their muscular torsos as if they were nothing. When they got to 250 reps, they started slowing down. The last 50 reps were brutal. I could see the pain reflected in their faces as their abs cried out for mercy. But these two boys didn't give their muscles any mercy. They ordered those abs to keep working, to keep lifting their bodies up and down, to keep working beyond the pain barrier. To work themselves to total exhaustion. Beyond total exhaustion. The last ten reps were very slow. Their abs were now bright red and crisscrossed with veins and fibers. They were totally engorged with blood and the muscle fibers were incredibly pumped and hard. Sweat was pouring off their tan skin. Their white Joe Boxer shorts were now drenched with sweat. The wet cotton clung to their hips and crotches like another layer of skin. The muscular twins started grunting with each forced rep, willing their totally exhausted ab muscles to pull again and again. The pain must have been enormous, but these muscle twins were now well beyond the pain barrier. They had obliterated the pain in their unyielding quest to build ever bigger, harder and stronger muscles. Finally they lifted their torsos one last, tortuous rep and the nerds counted rep number 300. They were done with their brutal ab workout.

They lowered their chests to the floor and rested their exhausted muscles, breathing hard and with sweat pouring off their pumped bodies. Their washboard abs undulated up and down as the hard muscles powered their deep breaths. The two dweebs who had been holding on to their feet quickly moved over and started rubbing their hands over those rippling abs. The musclekids' skin was so paper- thin that I could see the fibers of muscle twitching underneath as their abs undulated. The muscle was red hot and flushed with blood. Veins were everywhere. Sweat was pouring off their hot skin. Their abs must have felt like hot, corrugated, wet steel as the dweebs rubbed their little hands over them. Even relaxed and resting the muscle was rock-hard. I could tell the two dweebs just couldn't believe what they were feeling. The twins looked up at the little nerds and smiled as they felt the rubbing on their hard, rippling muscles and saw the awed expressions on the faces of the dweebs. They knew their abs were incredible. Within about 30 seconds, their breathing was back to normal. That's all it took for their athletic bodies to fully recuperate from the grueling 300 reps of situps. The dweebs rubbed their hands all over the twins' abs and then moved up to their chests. They were giving the pumped muscles of the two musclegods a fantastic massage. They dug their fingers into their hard pecs, kneading the muscle which even relaxed was as hard as thick clay. I could see big bulges forming under the twins' soaking wet Joe Boxer briefs. Their cocks were getting hard as the dweebs massaged their pumped muscles. The dweebs massaged their bulging pecs, their thick delts, their big arms, their red-hot rippling abs and their huge, muscular legs. All this time, the cocks of the twins were getting bigger and harder under their soaking wet Joe Boxer Briefs.

The other nerds were standing in a circle around the two young blond twins, staring at their incredibly muscular, pumped bodies in total awe and watching their cocks grow under their briefs. I could see bulges growing under the shorts of most of the geeks as they took in the awesome sight. After a couple of minutes of the sensual massage, the twins were fully rested and their cocks were rock hard. They jumped to their feet, pushing aside their dweeb masseurs. Their bodies looked absolutely radiant as they stood in the center of the circle of nerds, their rock-hard cocks pushing out against the wet fabric of their briefs. Then in a flash, they simultaneously pulled off their briefs, threw them on the floor, and stood buck naked in the middle of the circle of dweebs with their rock-hard cocks standing at full attention.

Then they grabbed their cocks with their right hands and started stroking the big, hard weapons. At the same time they flexed their muscles at each other, just like they had done in my room. Their bodies were dripping with sweat and all their muscles were incredibly pumped. They looked like young Greek gods, only better. They flexed their arms, their lats, their delts, their quads, their incredibly shredded abs, every muscle in their bodies. All the while they were stroking their big hard cocks.

The computer nerds who were standing in a circle around the young gods at first couldn't believe what they were seeing. They had never seen anything like this in their lives. Then in less than 30 seconds, two of the dweebs stripped off their shorts and grabbed their own hard dicks. Instantly, all of the other dweebs ripped off their shorts and started stroking their already hard cocks. I couldn't be left out, so I stripped off my shorts and grabbed my own dick, which had been rock hard from the minute we went down to dinner. We all watched the two muscle twins flex and beat off. I had never been so excited in my life, and I could tell the other dweebs felt the same way. There were yells and screams as everyone worked themselves into a total sexual frenzy watching the muscular bodies of the young, blond gods as they reveled in their own muscularity and masculinity. Finally Blake and Brandon let out a loud yell, like animals, and spurts of cum started gushing out of their cocks onto each other's body. The sight of this hit all of us dweebs like a bolt of lightening surging through our bodies. Our cocks twitched with incredible arousal and we instantly came at the same time. Spurt after spurt of cum gushed out of our dweeb cocks. We were in total ecstasy. I know none of us had felt anything as good as this in our entire lifetimes.

The next morning the twins and I were just waking up when I heard a knock on the door. It was Philip. He looked at the two musclekids, who were dressed in just their Joe Boxer briefs, another clean pair. "I've got good news for you guys," he said. "I talked to your mom last night and told her how big and strong you were. I explained to her that you weren't her little darlings anymore. I told her how you beat two kids at a time in armwrestling, letting them use all four of their arms to one of your arms. I told her you were so strong that pound for pound you would probably be the strongest kids in the whole fuckin' Wrestling Camp. There's no way you're gonna get hurt. You're gonna be the ones doin' the hurtin'. So she said you could go to Wrestling Camp. I've arranged for all the money your mom paid me to be transferred to Wrestling Camp and the owner said he is really anxious to meet you. I'll take you there right now. They've got a big weight room there and you can eat all the food you want at their meals. All the kids there are muscular jocks like you, so they'll be more fun to fight with. I don't think Computer Camp could survive you two for a whole two weeks." He looked around my room at the trashed furniture.

"Fuckin' yeah!" yelled Blake. "That's great! Let's go!" Blake and Brandon were obviously very happy to be going to Wrestling Camp. They quickly packed up their things and threw them in their duffel bags. Then they said goodbye and shook my hand. Again I felt their strong grip. A bolt went up my spine as I realized this was the last time I would get to feel their strong bodies. I knew the other campers were going to miss them a lot too. As they left the room and walked down the hall with Philip, a tear rolled down my cheek. Then I walked back into my room and closed the door. I looked over at my bed and saw two pairs of sweaty Joe Boxer briefs lying on my pillow. Mama's little darlings had left me something to remember them by! Every day, the pungent smell of those briefs has brought to my mind the wonderful memories of my 18 hours with those muscle twins. And I still beat off at least twice a day to those fantastic memories.

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