O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

The Transfer Student

by John D.

Part 1

My name’s Fred and I want to tell you about the kid who transferred into our school yesterday. I’m 13 years old and in 7th grade at West Hills Middle School. West Hills is a nice upper-middle class area with kind of ordinary upper-middle class kids. Well, one day just after spring vacation we were sitting in math class, which is the last class before lunch. The teacher was droning on about fractions and we were all bored to death. I couldn’t wait for lunch period. All of a sudden the door opened and in walked the Vice-Principal with this kid following him, kind of walking with a swagger. The teacher stopped talking. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the kid.

He was dressed in a white tee shirt and long black shorts. The first thing I noticed was his neck. Yes, his neck. His neck didn’t look like it belonged on a kid in our class. It was thick and muscular. Thicker and more muscular than I had ever seen on a boy. He had brown eyes and black hair, cut really short on the sides but a little longer on the top. His face was square and powerful looking and he had a strong jaw and chin. I guess you could say that he was handsome – not pretty-boy handsome but brutally handsome. He had dark, tan skin. He smiled at us in kind of a smirk, as if to say, “Yeah, check it out boys and girls. Take a look at a real stud.” When he smiled, his perfect white teeth sparkled. But even when he smiled his face looked tough and threatening.

His tee-shirt was sort of loose-fitting so I couldn’t see his chest or shoulder muscles, but I could see that his shoulders were wide and straight and I could see what I thought were bulges of muscle in his chest – his two pecs pushing out under the tee-shirt. On the front of his tee shirt there was a picture of a vicious-looking, incredibly muscular comic book character literally ripping an arm off a frightened, obviously weaker little dweeb while at the same time crushing the dweeb’s neck with the massive bicep of his other powerful arm. A chill went up my spine as I looked at that picture and then looked at the kid. Then I saw his forearms and my heart almost skipped a beat. His forearms looked like writhing snakes. Each muscle fiber was clearly visible under his tan, paper-thin skin and the muscle was criss-crossed with veins. The tee shirt was covering up most of his upper arms, but I could see just enough of the lower part of his biceps to realize that there was a lot of muscle there as well.

He was wearing long, baggy black shorts, the kind that gang-bangers wear, so I couldn’t see his thigh muscles directly, but I could see that his thighs were pretty big as his quad muscles pressed against the fabric. But I could see his calves very clearly. What a shock! All the kids in our class, myself included, had little scrawny calves that looked like sticks. This kid had calves that bulged with muscle. The fibers and veins pressed against his tan skin. He was wearing low-cut black sneakers without socks, so I could see every inch of his very impressive calf muscles.

The kid wasn’t particularly tall. He was just average or below average height for a kid our age. But that was the only thing that was average about him. He was a total muscle stud. I had never seen a more muscular young kid in my life. Of course, a 13-year old kid isn’t going to weigh 250 pounds or anything like that. He didn’t yet look like the comic book character on his tee shirt. He probably weighed about 125 pounds at 5’4” tall, but that was all muscle and from the look of him it was strong and mean muscle. He was so much more muscular than any of the other kids in our class that there was absolutely no comparison. He was a man among boys, or more accurately, he was a boy, just like us, but he had the body of a very muscular young man.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. The very sight of him did something to me that I really can’t explain. I got a pit in my stomach and chills were running up and down my spine. He noticed that I was staring at him and he started staring back. I was startled and didn’t know what to do. But I just couldn’t stop looking at him. He sort of sneered and then clenched his right hand into a fist. Then he slowly curled his wrist, flexing his forearm muscles into a writhing mass of muscle. Still looking at me, he smiled with a look of total superiority, as if to say “look at that muscle and weep, you little wimp. You ain’t shit compared to me.” My mouth was wide open. I could tell that all the girls in the class were also entranced by this new musclekid. They were also staring intently at him and some of them looked like they were getting red in the face.

Finally, the Vice-Principal broke the silence and said, “Boys and girls, this is Vincent DiNunzio.” Before the Vice-Principal could say another word, the kid blurted out “Hey, its ‘Vinnie’, old man. Vinnie DiNunzio. Anyone who calls me Vincent is going to get his head knocked off.” The Vice-Principal seemed to be taken aback by Vinnie’s aggressiveness and attitude, but he didn’t say anything and just continued. “This is Vinnie DiNunzio. Vinnie is transferring to our school from Martin Luther King Middle School. He’s your age and in seventh grade.” The Vice-Principal looked at Vinnie and then looked at us. It was almost as if he couldn’t believe what he had just said about Vinnie being our age, but I’m sure he had a copy of Vinnie’s birth certificate to prove it. “I hope you will all make Vinnie feel at home.” Vinnie smiled when the Vice Principal said that, as if to say, “Don’t worry, old man. They will, they will. They will, whether they like it or not.”

The kids in the class started whispering to each other. They knew that Martin Luther King Middle School was in a tough neighborhood in the inner city. Why would this kid be transferring here, and transferring in the springtime when school was almost over? They had never met a kid from the inner city and now one of them was going to be their classmate. And this kid looked like he was tougher than any kid they had ever seen. The boys were a little afraid. The girls were hot. I was hotter than the girls for reasons I didn’t understand.

The Vice-Principal left the room and the teacher asked Vinnie to take one of the empty desks anywhere in the room. Vinnie decided to sit down at a desk right next to me. He looked over at me with a look of sheer contempt and said, “Hey dweeb, gimme a piece of paper and a pencil.” It was not a request. It was an order. I hesitated for a moment, kind of stunned by Vinnie’s aggressiveness. He reached over with his right hand and grabbed my skinny upper arm. Slowly he squeezed his strong fingers into my soft flesh. I looked down at Vinnie’s writhing forearm muscles as they powered his thick fingers into my upper arm muscles and flab. I couldn’t believe how much force he was able to apply. No kid had ever done this to me before. Vinnie’s strong fingers dug down almost to my bone. I tried to flex my muscles to overcome his powerful squeeze, but my flexing was nothing compared to the strength of his muscles. His fingers just forced their way through my pathetic little flexing biceps. Lightning bolts of pain seared through my arm. Vinnie smiled, almost like he was enjoying himself, as I squirmed in agony. “Doncha got ears, dweeb? I said gimme a piece of paper and a pencil.”

“OK, OK,” I said in surrender, and he released his iron grip. I handed him a piece of paper and a pencil and he put them on his desk. He didn’t even say thank you. I thought maybe he wanted to take notes of what the teacher was saying about fractions. But he just ignored the teacher and started making some kind of drawing on the paper. He worked on the drawing for the last half of the class. When the bell rang, he tossed the pencil on my desk and handed me the paper. When I looked at it, chills ran up my spine again. He had drawn a picture of an incredibly muscular, monster-like man, sort of like the cartoon character on his tee shirt. Next to the muscle monster there was a skinny little dweeb on his knees. The dweeb was looking up at the muscle monster as if he was begging for mercy. The muscle monster had one of his huge arms pulled back and his hand clenched in a fist, as if he was getting ready to deliver a devastating blow to the little nerd. You couldn’t tell from looking at the drawing whether the muscle monster was going to go through with it or not. You knew that if he did, the dweeb would be toast. Vinnie was actually a pretty good artist. Above the muscle monster he had written “Me.” Above the dweeb, he had written “You.” When he saw the look on my face as the chills went up and down my spine he smiled with a look of arrogant confidence and flexed his forearm again. I looked in awe at the bulging muscles that had just crushed my upper arm like a tomato. “Time for lunch,” said Vinnie.

I picked up my bag lunch at my locker and walked out to the playground, where my friends and I had lunch everyday. Vinnie followed me. There wasn’t much I could do about it. When we got to the playground, I sat down on a little hill with my friends. There were six of us plus Vinnie. Vinnie started to sit down but then he noticed a chinning bar and some parallel bar dip bars not too far away. He walked over to the chinning bar and stripped off his tee shirt. “Holy shit! Look at that,” yelled one of my friends. Everyone turned and looked at Vinnie. Now his upper body and arms were fully revealed. Vinnie was doing some stretching exercises, so we could see all his upper body muscles working – buzzing and bulging with power. Below his thick neck, his trap muscles bulged across his upper back. His shoulders were incredibly wide and they were capped with thick, round, striated muscle. His delts looked like melons, with the muscle fibers twitching back and forth as he moved his arms. His arms were big, muscular and very cut. His biceps bulged into a hard ball every time he curled his arms up. You could see the two heads of biceps on the top of his arms. Big veins throbbed with blood as they crossed over his biceps. His triceps were equally impressive, with the heads of muscle popping out every time he flexed them.

Vinnie put his arms on his hips and flexed his lats. Wow! I just about peed in my pants. His lats looked like big wings of muscle flaring out, tapering down from his wide shoulders to his very narrow hips. How could this kid be only 13 years old? Next he flexed his pecs and the two big mounds of muscle bulged out in his chest. His nipples were erect and pointing slightly downward because his pec muscles were so big. I could see the fibers of muscle in his pecs, and the cleavage between those two big mounds was probably an inch deep. Next, Vinnie just relaxed and faced us with his eight-pack abs slightly tensed. The ridges of muscle looked as hard as granite. His waist was very small and his hips narrow. He rolled his ab muscles and the hard muscle pulsated at his command. I couldn’t believe how good Vinnie’s abs looked as they tensed and relaxed under his very tan, paper-thin skin. Vinnie was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

Vinnie jumped up and grabbed the chinning bar. He was facing us and saw that we were all staring at him in rapt attention. He had absolutely no hair on his body except for little patches of black hair in his armpits. Without hesitation, Vinnie started doing pull-ups. He did them quickly and but in a measured way, concentrating on each rep. His lats exploded out to the sides as he lifted himself up and down. I could see the veins running through his lats as his big, strong heart pumped lots of blood into the working muscle. The pumped muscle turned Vinnie’s skin a reddish-brown color as it pumped up bigger and bigger and harder and harder with blood surging through it. His lats began to look like slabs of raw beef.

Then there were his arms. When his arms were fully extended, his triceps popped out with ridges of muscle bulging under his skin. His biceps looked like they were made of tightly wound steel cords. Then when Vinnie willed his muscles to pull himself up for another rep, those cords contracted into hard balls of muscle, about the size of baseballs and as hard as rock. Veins pulsated under his skin, which was very tan, even on the front of his biceps. As he gripped the chinning bar, his forearms bulged, with veins covering every square inch. His delts popped out from his shoulders and the fibers of the muscle twitched and flexed under his skin as he went up and down effortlessly.

After Vinnie had done 25 reps, all at the same measured speed, he let go of the bar and fell gracefully to the ground. Nobody in our class had ever done 25 pull-ups before and it looked as if Vinnie could have done another 25 easily. Wow, what a stud, I thought to myself. Vinnie faced us and hit a double-biceps pose. His biceps were huge. In reality, they were probably only about 14 inches, not really big by bodybuilding standards, but to me and my friends they looked huge. And in fact they were huge compared to our little arms. The biggest arm in my group of friends probably measured only about 11-1/2 inches. My arm only measured 10 inches. Vinnie smiled at us as we took in the size and power of his arms and upper body. He knew he was a stud.

Then he walked over to the dip bars and cranked out 25 parallel bar dips. His big triceps rippled with power, the three heads of muscle standing out in bold relief. His pecs were red and bulging and extremely striated with fibers as he pushed his torso up and down on the bars. His body was now very sweaty and the beads of sweat rolled off his shoulders and chest. His abs were tight and hard, rippling with muscle as his big body went up and down. Sweat covered those tan abs and I could see little veins crossing them. He had absolutely no fat on his body. After 25 easy reps, Vinnie hopped off the bars and smiled at us in a superior way. We were all staring in disbelief. The most dips that anyone in our class could do was 6, and we thought that kid was really strong. Vinnie did 25 like it was nothing. Vinnie did a most muscular pose. Every muscle in his upper body bulged with hardness. He looked incredible. As he was doing his most muscular pose, he let out a loud roar, sort of like a lion. All of us instinctively jumped at the frightening sound. Vinnie laughed and then swaggered over to where we were sitting.

“Ain’t you dweebs ever seen real muscle before?” he asked derisively as he looked at our incredulous faces. “Well, you’re going to be seeing a lot of it from now on.” He flexed his lats, pecs and abs right in front of us. Sweat was rolling off all of his muscles and they looked really pumped and hard. He was standing right in front of me. He was so close that I could smell the sweat evaporating from his hot body. I looked up and stared at his rock-hard abs and big, hard pecs as he flexed the rippling muscle right above me. His abs were flat and corrugated like a washboard. His pecs bulged out over his abs. I could see the fibers in his lower pecs flex and relax as they pushed his nipples far out from his torso. As I looked further up I could see Vinnie’s strong jaw and chin and the bottom of his brutally handsome face. He looked incredibly arrogant and confident.

His thighs were right at my eye level and his quads bulged under his shorts. He had a round, muscular butt that pressed against his shorts and forced the fabric upwards and outwards. That butt looked like it had incredibly strong ass muscles. Ass muscles that worked with his quads to let Vinnie squat with really heavy weights. His calves were big, cut and hard, looking like they had been carved from rock with a knife. When I looked up at Vinnie I felt I was looking at a Greek god. I was simply overwhelmed by the muscularity and strength of this kid.

Suddenly without warning he sat down right between me and my friend Roger. There really wasn’t enough space, but Vinnie didn’t seem to care. He just sat down and forced us to move to the side, squeezing his muscular body between us. I couldn’t believe it. I was now in direct contact with Vinnie’s big shoulders and his muscles really felt hard. I could have moved further over, but I wanted to press against Vinnie’s hard body. Vinnie stretched his big arms, almost knocking me over as he rubbed them against my body. I wanted to reach over and feel his arm, but I didn’t have the nerve. I looked over and saw his sweaty, bulging pecs. Oh how I wanted to touch those mountains of muscle. “Shit, that workout really made me hungry,” said Vinnie. “I feel like I could eat a horse.” Then I said, “Looks like you didn’t bring a lunch so I guess you’ll just have to wait until you get home to eat.” Vinnie looked at me like I had said the most stupid thing in the world. “What’s you name, dweeb?” asked Vinnie. “Fred. My name’s Fred,” I said. “O.K., Fred,” said Vinnie. “Here’s the deal. I’m going to eat right now and I’m going to eat real good. You see you’re going to give me your whole lunch and all your little dweeb friends here are going to give me half of their lunches. I’m going to choose which half – the half with all the protein. I gotta eat a lot of protein to feed these muscles and keep ‘em growing. That will be a little over three of your dweeb lunches, which I’m sure I can eat no sweat.”

All of us looked at each other in shock. Jesus, this kid is aggressive, we thought to ourselves. Can he really get away with this? While we were looking at each other, Vinnie grabbed my lunch. “Why are you taking my whole lunch and not just half?” I asked plaintively. Now I was the one who was going to go hungry. “Because I want to and I can,” was Vinnie’s response. “You gonna to do something about it, dweeb?” I remembered the excruciating pain I felt when Vinnie crushed my arm. I shook my head. Vinnie looked me right in the eyes and smiled. I realized I was in the total control of this musclekid. Vinnie then set out to take the half-lunches from the other kids in my group. Roger and the others meekly surrendered their lunches toVinnie. Vinnie picked out what he wanted, the meat sandwiches and other protein things, and sometimes something to drink, and threw the rest back at the kid. When he got to Kevin, who was the biggest and strongest guy in our group, Kevin stood up and faced Vinnie. Kevin was actually about four inches taller than Vinnie, but Vinnie was far more muscular. Kevin said, “I’m not giving up half of my lunch to you, Vinnie. You’ve got enough food.” Vinnie looked at Kevin with a look of pure contempt. “I’ll decide when I’ve got enough food, asshole,” said Vinnie. “I eat as much as I want, when I want it.” At that Vinnie wrapped his right arm around Kevin’s neck and started contracting his forearm and flexing his bicep. The big ball of hard muscle forced itself against Kevin’s windpipe. Kevin couldn’t breathe. Kevin tried to defend himself by punching Vinnie in the chest and gut. The punches just bounced harmlessly off Vinnie’s hard muscles. Vinnie laughed uproariously. Suddenly he let go of Kevin’s neck and stood right in front of the taller boy. “You want to punch me out, big guy? You think you can do some damage to this body? Well, here you go. Take a couple of free shots. I won’t even try to stop you.”

Kevin wound up his right arm and punched Vinnie as hard as he could in the abs. Vinnie’s corrugated ab muscles felt like a brick wall - a living, pulsating brick wall. Kevin pulled back his fist in pain. Vinnie’s abs were so strong that Kevin hurt his hand when he hit them. Kevin wound up his left arm and punched Vinnie in the chest. Vinnie’s big, pumped pec muscles didn’t even budge as Kevin’s fist bounced harmlessly off them. Kevin was getting really frustrated. He was the toughest guy in our group and he was used to having his punches really hurt people. He didn’t understand why his punches weren’t doing anything to this musclekid. He started hitting Vinnie with both hands, with punches to the abs, the chest, the arms – anywhere he could. He even tried to hit Vinnie in the face, but Vinnie easily dodged out of the way. Vinnie smiled as Kevin punched away. He seemed to be enjoying himself as his muscles deflected punch after punch. Vinnie’s body was like a fortress. His muscles were like armor. None of Kevin’s punches did the slightest amount of damage to Vinnie’s iron body. Vinnie sneered at Kevin and said, “Those little girl punches don’t feel like nothin’ to me. My muscles are so big and hard that your pathetic little muscles can’t do shit to them. But feel what they can do to you!”

At that, Vinnie pulled back his right hand and made a fist. The striated delt muscles bulged on his shoulders as they prepared to deliver overwhelming power to Vinnie’s punch. His pecs, biceps and triceps rippled. I could see every muscle fiber flexing. They looked like steel cords. Then suddenly it came. Vinnie punched Kevin hard, real hard, in the gut. The sound of Vinnie's big fist hitting Kevin’s gut was amazingly loud. Not only that, but the fist penetrated deep inside Kevin’s gut. I couldn’t even comprehend how much power Vinnie’s arm had. It was like a machine, like a piledriver. Kevin buckled over in pain and fell to the ground. Vinnie’s one devastating punch was more powerful than all of Kevin’s punches put together. Vinnie knelt down and said to Kevin, who was writhing in pain on the ground, “I guess we know who’s the boss around here now. Thanks for the lunch. I think I’ll take the whole thing. You don’t look very hungry.” Vinnie then sat back down between me and Roger and started wolfing down his lunches, one at time. He just sat there eating, just like nothing had happened and this was normal. Finally he said, “O.K. dweebs, listen up. I own you guys. Everything you have is mine. Anybody that tries to fuck with me is going to get beat up a lot worse than barf-boy over there.” We looked over to see Kevin vomiting on the ground. “You guys better ask your mommies to make you an extra sandwich for lunch tomorrow if you want to eat anything yourselves. And it better be meat, chicken or tunafish. I eat a lot and I don’t want no pussyfood.” Vinnie polished off all the food he had taken from us. I never saw a kid eat that much food in my life. Then he stood up, burped real loud and said “See ya.” He grabbed his tee shirt, slung it over his shoulder, and strutted over to a group of cute girls. I thought of the irony of the situation. We dweebs were being forced to feed Vinnie’s big muscles with our food so that they could grow even bigger and stronger and beat us up even easier. The strong take what they want from the weak and get even stronger so they can pick on the weak even more. The law of the jungle right here at West Hills Middle School.

The girls had been watching Vinnie ever since class was over. They couldn’t take their eyes off this good-looking, muscular kid. They watched Vinnie take off his tee shirt and do his pull-ups and parallel bar dips. They gasped just like we did when Vinnie took off his shirt and revealed his incredibly muscular upper body. They saw Vinnie sit down and help himself to our lunches. They probably thought that we offered to share our food with Vinnie. They didn’t know that Vinnie took the food by force. They saw Kevin punching at Vinnie, trying to hurt him, and Vinnie smiling back. Then they saw Vinnie take out Kevin with one incredibly hard punch to the gut. There was something about Vinnie that brought out a primal urge in these girls. An urge to be with the biggest and strongest male, to be protected by him, to feel his big, hard muscles, to be ravaged by him. As Vinnie walked over to the girls, every one of them wanted him.

“Hello, ladies. Whattsup?” said Vinnie. The girls giggled. Vinnie walked right up to two of the prettiest girls. “I think you girls have needed a real man at this school. All these kids are a bunch of wimps,” he said, pointing to the boys out on the playground. “Here, feel the muscles of a real man.” Vinnie flexed his arms and the two girls wrapped their delicate fingers around his bulging biceps. “Ooh, your muscles are so big and hard,” cooed one of the girls. “Yeah, they’re big, hard and tough,” said Vinnie. “I can beat up any kid in this whole school. If any boy gives you ladies any shit, you just come to me and I’ll pulverize his sorry ass.” The girls started getting hot. “Go, ahead, ladies, feel the rest of my body. Feel how big and hard these muscles are.” At that, all the girls started groping Vinnie’s body with their fingers as he flexed his muscles for them. They felt his big arms, his wide, muscular delts, his hard, bulging pecs, his slab-like lats, his rippling, corrugated abs, his thick thighs and muscular calves, and last but not least, his round, firm muscle butt. Vinnie looked absolutely radiant with his brown eyes, his black hair, his handsome face, his strong jaw and chin and his tan skin.

Suddenly one of the girls grabbed the back of Vinnie’s head and kissed him. Vinnie wrapped his muscular arms around the girl and held her tight against his body. He continued kissing the girl, pushing his tongue deep inside her mouth over and over. He started thrusting his hips against the girl’s pelvis. He lowered his arms and held on to the girl’s ass, holding her tight against his lower abs. I could only guess what was happening under Vinnie’s shorts. He kept thrusting and thrusting, harder and harder. The girl looked like she was in total bliss. Finally he whispered in her ear, “We’ll finish this later.” He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her high off the ground. Then he pressed her up and down about ten times. It was an amazing display of strength since the girl must have weighed at least 100 pounds and Vinnie pressed her up and down like a feather. The other girls felt Vinnie’s bulging, striated delts and rippling arms as his huge muscles easily powered the girl up and down. Vinnie then set the girl down and said, “Yeah, I think you ladies are going to like having a musclestud around. You’ve been missing out on hot muscle action, but you’re going to get it now.” The girls seemed to start panting. Just then, the bell rang for our next class. Vinnie flexed one more time for the girls and swaggered away.

I was sitting at my desk after lunch waiting for English class to start. The bell rang and the teacher got up to start the class. Vinnie was not in sight. Maybe I would escape him for the afternoon, I thought. Then the door opened and in walked Vinnie. I should say in strutted Vinnie. He always walked with an attitude. And just like in the morning, he sat down at the desk right next to me. I asked him if he wanted a piece of paper and a pencil. He waved his big hand at me and said “Nah.” I said, “You might need to take notes to do your homework assignment.” He looked at me like I was crazy. “I don’t do no homework,” he said. “If I need to turn in homework to pass the class, you’re going to do it for me, dweeb.” He looked right at me with a look of total arrogance on his ruggedly handsome face. I could tell he was deadly serious. Vinnie didn’t do homework. If any homework needed to be done, I would have to do it for him. I knew that I really didn’t have any choice in the matter. Vinnie was the boss.

So I took out my paper and pencil and started taking notes. Just then Vinnie rolled up the sleeves of his tee shirt, exposing his muscular arms and his big shoulders. He started flexing his arm right next to me, first the massive horseshoe tricep, then the big, hard, baseball bicep. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Vinnie’s arm and I wasn’t paying any attention to the teacher. I stared intently at the defined fibers of muscle as they flexed and relaxed at Vinnie’s command. I inspected all the veins that cris-crossed his bicep. tricep, and forearm. I marveled at the thickness of his delts and the striations of muscle that comprised the three heads of that muscle that was as big as a melon. Every time he moved his arm, the muscle fibers in his delt twitched and flexed and then rearranged themselves effortlessly. I could tell that Vinnie was doing all this flexing just for me. Then Vinnie raised his arms in the air like he was stretching, lowered them slowly, and hit a double biceps pose. His baseball size biceps exploded under his thin, tan skin. I could see the two heads of muscle at the top of his upper arm. The fibers looked like steel cords and I was sure that they were just as hard. I was getting hot just looking at Vinnie’s arm. I hadn’t taken one note since the class started and had no idea what the teacher was talking about. Vinnie lowered his arms, leaned over to me and said, “You’re not paying attention to the teacher, dweeb. Seems like something’s more interesting to you.” He flexed his tricep one more time and I kept staring at it. He was on to me. He knew I dug his muscles. I think he had known that from the first two minutes in math class when I was staring at him and he stared back.

Just then the door opened and the Vice-Principal came in. “Mr. DiNunzio, come with me, please,” he said. Vinnie got up and strutted out of the room. His sleeves were still rolled up and he flexed his triceps as he walked out the door. God, those muscles looked huge. About 15 minutes later, Vinnie came back into the classroom. His sleeves were down, but as soon as he sat down at his desk he rolled them up again. Vinnie looked really mad. His teeth were clenched and he looked like he was about to explode. He turned and looked over to Roger, who was sitting two rows away in the back of the class. Vinnie stared at Roger and slowly mouthed, “You’re dead meat, wimp,” without making a sound. Roger understood very well what Vinnie said and started squirming in his seat. Vinnie started clenching his right hand into a fist and opening it again. Every time he clenched it into a fist, the muscles of his forearm bulged and veins popped out everywhere. He moved his fist back and forth. The muscles of his shoulder and arm writhed with power. Every so often he would hit his fist against his other hand, making a loud smacking sound. Roger’s face got beet red and he started sweating. I figured out what had happened. Roger had gone to the Vice-Principal and turned in Vinnie for taking our lunches and punching out Kevin. Somehow the Vice-Principal had let Roger’s name slip out, which was a big mistake. Now Roger was going to have to pay the price for squealing on Vinnie. I shuddered at the thought.

The bell rang at the end of class. Roger got up and started walking quickly to the door. Vinnie followed right behind. When he got to the hallway, Roger started running as fast as he could, but Vinnie was much faster than Roger and easily caught up with him. Vinnie wrapped his arms around Roger’s chest from behind and contracted his big arms and lats, squeezing poor Roger in a powerful bear hug. All the air was immediately forced out of Roger’s lungs by the incredible crushing power of Vinnie’s arms. “Lets go outside, wimp,” said Vinnie. “I think we got some business to take care of.” Still holding Roger in a bear hug,Vinnie picked him off the floor and carried him down the hall and out the door. Roger’s arms and legs were flailing away, but they made absolutely no impact on Vinnie. When they got outside, Vinnie brought Roger to an area that was screened off from the school by a big hedge. He didn’t want any teachers seeing what he was going to do to Roger. He didn’t care if us kids saw it. He knew that we wouldn’t squeal after seeing the punishment that squealers got.

Roger had not had a breath of air the whole time Vinnie was crushing his chest and carrying him outside. His face was red and his neck was swollen. Vinnie picked him up higher and threw him on the ground. Roger quickly took a few breaths of air. “So you went and squealed to the Vice-Principal, sissy-boy. Did you go crying to your mommy, too? Or maybe your daddy? I bet I could beat up your wimp daddy just like I’m going to beat you up. Ya know, they can’t give me no punishment here ‘cause I’m only 13. I can kick your ass and all they can do is transfer me to another school. But they don’t want to do that. They transferred me here ‘cause I got into too many fights at King. I won all those fights, of course. And I was fighting a lot of bigger and meaner dudes than you little geeks at this school. I like to kick ass and I got the muscles to do it. They think I’m going change at this fuckin’ rich-kid school. But they’re wrong. I’m a big, mean muscle machine and I love it. And I’m getting bigger and stronger every month. I like to beat people up just for fun. It gives me a real rush and makes me feel real strong. If I want to beat up any of you little dweebs, I’m just going to do it. And you’re all so weak you won’t be able to do a fucking thing about it. And for any of you wimps who think you might want to squeal on Vinnie, just watch what I do to squealers.”

At that, Vinnie stripped off his tee shirt. Some of the kids who hadn’t already seen Vinnie’s body gasped. His muscles were huge and rippling with power. Roger had finally recovered enough to get on his feet. Roger was about 5’5” and weighed about 95 pounds. Vinnie was a little shorter but 30 pounds heavier, and all solid muscle. Vinnie jumped at Roger with all the force of his powerful legs, hitting him on the left side of the chest with his big, hard, muscular shoulder, just like a football player hitting a tackling dummy. Roger crashed to the ground, the wind completely knocked out of him. Vinnie jumped on the fallen kid, sat on his legs and punched him hard four or five times on his chest and stomach. Each punch was enough to inflict incredible pain on the helpless boy. I watched Vinnie’s arm and shoulder muscles bulge and ripple as they drove his big, hard fists deep into Roger’s flesh. Fortunately, Vinnie didn’t aim at Roger’s face. Then Vinnie flipped Roger over on his stomach and grabbed his arms. He twisted Roger’s arms up his back, pushing them almost beyond the limits of Roger’s joints. “How’s that feel, squealer- boy? How’d you like to have your arms torn off your body, just like a chicken drumstick? I could do it, ya know. My arms are so strong they could just rip your puny little chicken arms right off of you.” Vinnie pressed Roger’s arms even further up his back. His delts and triceps writhed with power under his tan skin as they forced the pipe stem arms of the little dweeb further and further up his back. His muscles were really pumped and I could see the fibers flexing like steel cords. Roger cried out in excruciating pain. I thought of the picture on the front of Vinnie’s tee shirt and shivered.

Then Vinnie let go of Roger’s arms and moved to his side. He wrapped his legs around Roger’s chest in a scissors hold, locked his ankles and started squeezing with his powerful thighs. Immediately the air was crushed out of Roger’s lungs. Vinnie’s quads bulged under his black shorts as he applied more and more pressure. “Hey squealer-boy, your little chicken chest is no match for my big, strong muscular legs. These legs can squat with 300 pounds and they can crush your little chest like an egg shell. Feel the power, geek. Feel the power of a real man. Feel the power of a real man who hurts squealers so much they wish they were dead.” Roger’s face was beet red. He was moaning in pain. He was too weak to cry out. Vinnie flexed his quads harder and applied even more pressure. The huge muscles were really bulging under his shorts. Even though those huge quads were inflicting incredible pain on my friend, I wished Vinnie’s shorts weren’t there so I could see those big, strong monsters flexing. Vinnie said “Tell these kids not to squeal, dweeb. Tell ‘em it don’t pay to squeal on Vinnie.” Roger was now almost incoherent. Saliva was running out of his mouth. He was silent. Vinnie took a deep breath and flexed his quads still harder. I thought poor Roger’s ribs were going to crack. “Tell, ‘em, asshole. Tell ‘em or I’ll crush your little body into pulp.” Roger looked in total awe and despair at the 13 year old kid whose big, hard, rippling muscles were crushing the life out of him. Roger just couldn’t comprehend how a kid his age could be this muscular and strong. Every part of Roger’s body was hurting more than it had in his entire life. “Don’t squeal on Vinnie,” he murmured. He then closed his eyes. He was passing out. He hadn’t had a breath of air for several minutes and his lungs were almost collapsed. Vinnie immediately released his scissors hold and Roger took several deep breaths. Tears were streaming down his face. Vinnie looked at the battered kid and said, “Hey geek, if anybody asks, you fell down some stairs. You’re pretty clumsy, ya know.” Vinnie stood up, hit a double biceps pose for the girls, brushed himself off, put on his tee shirt and said to me “Time for our next class, dweeb.” He then casually walked away, with me in tow. All of our classmates stared at Vinnie in complete awe and fear. None of them even thought of squealing on Vinnie.

At our last class of the day, Vinnie sat down next to me again and tortured me with his flexing. I just couldn’t concentrate in class and kept staring at Vinnie’s muscles. Sometimes I thought I saw Vinnie kind of smile when he saw me staring. When school ended, I put my books in my backpack and got ready to walk home. My house was only about 10 blocks from the school. Just then, Vinnie came up to me and put his strong hand on my shoulder. “Hey dweeb, you’re coming home with me today. I need a spotter for my workout. I’m gonna do some heavy chest work.” Vinnie always called me “dweeb” rather than my real name. I guess that’s how he thought of me - just a dweeb, not a real person that was his equal and had a name. “What are you talking about, Vinnie?” I said. “I can’t go home with you.” Vinnie grabbed my arm and squeezed, just like he did in math class. Pain shot up and down my arm. “Doncha got ears, dweeb. I said you’re coming home with me. Just call your mommy and tell her you’re going to a friend’s house.” I could tell I had no choice in the matter, as usual. I took my cell phone out of my backpack and called my mom. She seemed surprised but said it was OK. I knew I would have to go even if she had said no.

 

Part 2

We had to take the city bus to Vinnie’s house. He lived about 40 minutes away in a real poor part of town. Vinnie took the window seat and I sat next to him. As we drove through the city, Vinnie didn’t say much. He just stared out the window. I was staring the whole time at Vinnie. I stared at his handsome face, at his short, black hair, at his thick, tan neck, at his big, shredded forearms and at his hard, diamond shaped calves. Vinnie knew that I was staring at him but I guess he didn’t care. He must have been used to people staring at his muscles. I wished that Vinnie would take off his shirt so I could see his whole upper body. Then, almost as if he could read my mind, Vinnie said “Shit, its hot on this bus,” and he ripped off his tee shirt. I was in heaven. I could now look at his huge, defined arms, his big, bulging pecs, his wide, cannonball striated delts and his flat, corrugated abs. Every so often Vinnie would flex, just to torture me I think. I still didn’t have the nerve to touch Vinnie’s muscles although I was thinking about it the whole time.

All of a sudden, Vinnie stood up and said, “Here’s were we get off.” He put his tee shirt back on and we got off the bus. We were on a busy street in a really seedy neighborhood. “Follow me, dweeb,” he said. “I gotta buy some supplements before I work out.” We walked a few blocks to a health food store. When Vinnie walked in, the clerk said “Hi Vinnie,” so I guess he was a regular customer. He turned to me and said, “How much you got?” I looked at him with a blank look on my face. He grabbed my arm again and squeezed hard. “Doncha got ears, dweeb? How much ya got on ya?” Suddenly realizing what he was talking about, I opened my wallet and looked. “I’ve got 23 dollars,” I said. Vinnie grabbed my wallet and took out the money. “OK, dweeb,” he said. “Here’s a dollar for the bus ride home. The rest is mine. I gotta buy some supplements.” I knew it was pointless to argue with Vinnie. He always got what he wanted and never took no for an answer. So I just took the dollar and put it back in my wallet.

Vinnie went through the store picking out supplements. He seemed to know exactly what he wanted. The total came to $21.75, so he had done some pretty good math. He put the change in his pocket and walked out the door. I followed like a lap dog. We walked about six blocks into a neighborhood with little wooden houses on very small pieces of property. Most of the houses looked pretty run down. Finally he turned into the driveway of a small white house that really needed paint. The yard was overgrown with weeds and there were some old car parts lying around. Vinnie took a key from his pocket and opened the door. There was nobody home. “My dad’s in prison and my mom works two jobs, so she really gets home late,” said Vinnie. “I’m pretty much on my own.” I just nodded, still trying to get my mind around the fact that his dad was in prison.

“Come on down to my room, dweeb. I’m going to change into my workout shorts.” I followed Vinnie into a small room that was barely big enough for a single bed, a beat up old dresser and a chair. Clothes were strewn about everywhere and several pair of sneakers were scattered on the floor. The room smelled like sweaty clothes, kind of like the locker room of a gym where jocks left their sweaty clothes in the lockers after a hard workout. The walls were completely covered with pictures of big bodybuilders from muscle magazines, except there were also some drawings of huge muscle men and muscle monsters that had obviously been drawn by Vinnie. Sometimes these huge, muscular beings were beating up an enemy and the enemy was always getting totally thrashed. “Nice artwork,” I said. “Yeah,” said Vinnie. “This is what I’m going to look like one day.” He pointed to a drawing of an extremely muscular, vicious-looking young man with black hair cut short on the sides that looked just like Vinnie’s. The muscleman was holding up two other guys, one in each hand. They were obviously dead, having been beaten to death by the muscleman. “I’m going to be so big and strong I’ll be able to kick anybody’s ass I want.” Vinnie sounded dead serious, and I knew he was.

Vinnie stripped off his tee shirt and stood right in front of me. “I’m making pretty good progress, don’t you think, dweeb?” I looked at his amazing muscles and nodded my head. Then Vinnie took off his long black shorts and his shoes. He was now wearing only some boxer shorts. For the first time I could see his quads and they were spectacular. Big, thick and cut to shreds. Then, nonchalantly, Vinnie pulled off his boxer shorts and stood facing me. He smiled as I stared at his body. He was a real man, all right. Vinnie was a total stud from head to toe. “You like what you see, dweeb? I think you do,” said Vinnie. Then he pulled some red nylon shorts off the floor and put them on. He didn’t put on any underwear or a jock strap. Just a pair of very short red nylon shorts. I guess those were his workout shorts. He stood in front of me with just his red shorts on and flexed his abs. His tan, eight-pack washboard looked as hard as granite. “Time to go mix up some supplements,” he said.

We went into the kitchen and Vinnie put the supplements we bought on the counter. He got a gallon of milk out of the refrigerator and poured almost a quart into the blender. Then he put some powder from two of the cans into the blender and turned it on. “This will give me lots of power and energy for my chest workout. Some protein too. Gotta eat lots of protein.” He turned off the blender, lifted the glass container by the handle and started drinking the liquid right from the blender container. “Hey, Vinnie, can I have some?” I said. “I didn’t have any lunch, remember?” I was starving, and here this big musclekid, who had eaten four lunches just a few hours ago, was gulping down even more food. “Shit, no, dweeb,” said Vinnie. “This stuff is for real men building real muscle. You’re just a wimp. It would be totally wasted on you. So stop complaining and just be glad I haven’t already beat the shit out of you.” He gulped down the rest of the thick liquid and let out a big burp. “Here, you can have a glass of milk. That’s all a dweeb like you deserves.” He poured a small glass of milk and handed it to me.

“O.K., dweeb. Time to go pump some heavy iron.” I gulped down the glass of milk and followed Vinnie out the back door of the house. There was a garage next to the house. Vinnie opened the door to the garage and we walked in. I was flabbergasted. Inside the garage was a complete bodybuilding gym. There was a bench with an Olympic weight bar and lots of plates, ranging from 5 to 45 pounds. There were pulleys, a chinning bar, some parallel bar dip bars, a squat rack, a leg press machine, and lots more equipment that I didn’t even know existed. There were barbells and dumbbells in various poundages. The dumbbells ranged from 10 pounds all the way up to 200 pounds. Now I knew Vinnie was strong, but I didn’t think he was using 200-pound dumbbells. One of the walls was covered by a mirror and there was a wrestling mat right in front of the mirror. The other walls were covered with more pictures of big bodybuilders and some drawings by Vinnie of huge muscle monsters. “These weights belong to my dad,” said Vinnie. “He’s in prison now but he’ll be out soon. Some punk in a bar got in his way and he beat ‘em into a pulp. My dad don’t take no shit from anybody but he can sure dish it out. The punk had six broken bones and spent a week in the hospital. My dad got busted for assault and battery. He’s doing 9 months and he’s already served six. He says prison’s actually a blast ‘cause he’s the biggest, strongest and baddest dude in there and he can just make other prisoners do what he wants. He gets all the food, supplements and other stuff he wants ‘cause if the little dweeb prisoners don’t get it for him he just beats their ass. Even the guards give him things ‘cause they don’t want to get on his bad side. The prison has a great weight room and my dad rules the place and the whole prison for that matter. He’s 5’11” and weighs 285 pounds and its all solid muscle. He says he’s gotten even bigger and stronger since he’s been in prison ‘cause all he does is lift and eat – and beat people up. My dad says I’m built even bigger than he was at my age. I can hardly wait to get as big and strong as he is, even bigger and stronger! Here, I’ll show you a picture of my dad.”

We walked over to a wall and Vinnie pointed to a picture of a huge, young muscleman and a kid. I immediately recognized the kid as Vinnie. He was obviously quite a bit younger than he is now but he was still very muscular. “That’s me and my dad,”said Vinnie. That picture was taken when I was still 11 years old, just before my 12th birthday. Not too shabby for an 11-year old, huh?” I looked at Vinnie’s muscular 11-year old body and nodded my head. He looked more muscular at 11 than most 14 year olds. “I’ve been lifting weights with my dad since I was eight. I just turned 13 a month ago, so I guess this picture is a little over a year old. Since then, I’ve gained 4 inches in height and 35 pounds of muscle. I’ve really been putting on the muscle in the last six months. I can bench press 100 pounds more than I did just six months ago. I weigh 125 now and I’m gaining weight every month. At the end of the summer I’ll be two inches taller and 20 pounds heavier. I know ‘cause I’m getting taller, heavier and stronger every month. There’s no stopping me as long as I keep lifting heavy weights and eating lots of good food.” I couldn’t believe that Vinnie had turned 13 only a month ago. My god, I thought to myself, he’s four months younger than me!

Vinnie’s dad was one of the biggest bodybuilders I’d even seen. He had black hair and tan skin, just like Vinnie, and huge, defined muscles. His shoulders were wide and his hips were narrow, just like his son. He was very good looking, but in a rugged, brutal way. He looked young. To me he looked too young to be Vinnie’s father. “How old is your father?” I asked. “He looks pretty young.” “Yeah, he’s only 28. He was only 14 when he knocked up my mom. My mom was 16. A real stud, huh? He was very mature for his age, as they say.” “Just like you, Vinnie,” I said, looking at his incredible 13-year old muscle body. Vinnie smiled at the compliment. “They didn’t get an abortion because they’re Catholic. So they had me. We’re Italian. Italians like to kick ass.”

Vinnie walked over to the bench. “I’m gonna do bench presses first,” he said. “I’m gonna warm up with a light weight and I’m gonna keep adding weight each set until it gets really heavy. Your job as spotter is to help me finish the last two or three reps with the heavy weights so I can push at maximum force and finish the set. It’s those last killer reps that really build big muscles. But don’t help too much – my muscles gotta do most of the work. Don’t fuck it up.” I didn’t quite understand what he was talking about but I was a fast learner, I thought. “Put a 45 on your side,” ordered Vinnie as he easily picked up one of the big plates and put it on his side of the bar. I reached down and tried to pick up a big plate but couldn’t do it. It was too heavy and awkward for me to lift off the floor. Vinnie looked at me and laughed. “Jesus, dweeb, you’re even weaker than I thought. You’re a total loser.” He came over and lifted the plate off the floor with one hand and put it on the bar. “This is just a warmup,” said Vinnie. “You don’t need to spot with this.” Vinnie got on the bench under the bar. He lifted the bar off the rack, pumped out 15 easy reps and crashed the bar back onto the rack. As he pushed the weight up and down, his pecs bulged under his thin, tan skin. They started to pump up with blood. The individual fibers of muscle were pushing against his tan skin. After his set, Vinnie jumped off the bench and stretched his arms. “I feel really strong today,” he said. “How much weight was that?” I asked. “One hundred thirty-five pounds,” he said. “Its 10 pounds more than I weigh, but its only a warmup weight for me.” A warmup weight of more than his bodyweight! I remembered when I went to a friend’s house. He had a little weight set and I tried to bench press. I could only lift 30 pounds. Vinnie had just lifted more than four times my maximum and he was just warming up!

“Hey Vinnie, can I lift too?” I asked. “Fuck, no, dweeb,” said Vinnie. “I don’t rest much between sets so there won’t be time for you to lift. Besides, you’re just a wimp and wimps can’t build any muscle. These weights only build muscle on real men like me and my dad. You’re just going to be weak for the rest of your life, while I’m gonna get bigger and stronger every day. That’s just the way it is, dweeb, so you better get used to it. You’re a wimp and I’m a real man. Just be glad you can be my spotter. Put on a another 25 pounds, dweeb. I’m gonna lift some heavy iron.” I managed to pick up the 25-pound plate and put it on the bar. Vinnie put his plate on. Now the bar weighed 185 pounds. Vinnie got under it and pumped out 10 reps with even, deliberate speed. He didn’t need my spot. This weight didn’t seem heavy to him. As he pressed up the weight again and again, his pecs started to get red from all the blood surging through the muscle fiber. All the muscles of his upper body were getting pumped – his shoulders, his arms, his traps, his neck, even his lats seemed to be pumping up. Vinnie jumped off the bench and flexed his muscles in the mirror. They looked so massive and hard. Oh how I wished that I could touch those big, hard muscles. After about 30 seconds of rest, Vinnie ordered me to put another 20 pounds on my side of the bar and he put 20 on his side. Now we were up to 225. Jesus, I thought, this is an incredible weight for a 13 year old to be bench pressing. “O.K., dweeb. I might need a little help with a spot on the last couple of reps. You know what to do.” I really didn’t, but I was going to try. Vinnie started pressing up the heavy bar. The first six reps were pretty steady, but he started slowing down at rep seven and seemed to be struggling at his eighth rep. I had my hands under the bar and started lifting it up. The bar started moving rapidly upwards. “Hey, lighten up, dweeb,” Vinnie yelled. “You’re making it too easy. My muscles gotta do most of the work. Make it hard. Make it real hard.” So for the last two reps, I barely lifted the bar while Vinnie strained with all his might to push it up to the top. His face was red and veins were pulsating in his forehead. His pecs were like huge, raw pieces of beef with striations cutting deep into the bulging muscle. Big veins were coursing through his neck, which was bulging. His delts had exploded on his shoulders with hard fibers and big veins clearly visible under his thin, tan skin. His triceps were popping out from his arms and his forearms were writhing like snakes. This kid was giving everything he had to lift that big, heavy, piece of iron. Finally Vinnie finished ten grueling reps and slammed the bar onto the rack. His pecs – his whole upper body - looked incredibly pumped. Sweat beaded up on his skin and started dripping off.

“That was great!” he roared. “I feel like a fuckin’ animal.” He turned to me and hit a most muscular pose. His muscles looked phenomenal. I thought he would have been exhausted from that set, but he seemed amazingly energized. Huge amounts of adrenaline and testosterone must have been shooting through his veins. “Put on another 10 pounds, dweeb. I feel as strong as a fucking bull.” The bar was now loaded to 245 pounds. This was almost twice Vinnie’s bodyweight. It was also more than eight times what I could lift. Vinnie was eight times stronger than me. One of his arms was four times stronger than both of my arms. I couldn’t comprehend how a kid four months younger than me could be this strong. After no more than a minute, he got under the bar and pumped up a total of six reps. I had to spot him for the last three reps, but I had learned to apply the absolute minimum amount of force so Vinnie’s muscles had to really strain with all their might to press up those last reps. By now his chest and arms were totally engorged with blood and his muscles were ballooning. I had never seen muscle like that in my life. Oh how I wished I could touch them, but I was too scared that Vinnie might punch me out if I tried to. “Fuck I feel strong!” yelled Vinnie. “You make me feel real strong, ya know that, dweeb? I could only do one rep with that weight last week, and now I did six.” I smiled. I was glad I could make Vinnie feel strong. Vinnie was really getting loud and aggressive. “Put on another five pounds, dweeb. That will make it 255. That’s 10 more pounds than I did last week. I’m a fucking superman!” “That’s more than twice your bodyweight, Vinnie,” I said. “You are a fucking superman. I can’t believe you’re so strong.” “Believe it, dweeb. I’m fucking strong and I’m going to get a lot stronger,” yelled Vinnie as he got under the 255 pound bar.

Vinnie pressed up the first rep with only his own muscle power. He did two more slow and painful reps with just a little help from me. His pecs and every muscle of his upper body were totally pumped and hard as rock. His skin was a brownish red color and veins were crossing every inch. The fibers of muscle in his pecs looked like hard steel cords. At the end of the third rep he smashed the weight into the rack and jumped off the bench. “You’re lookin’ at a fuckin’ musclestud!” he yelled. He walked over to the mirror. “Come over here, dweeb,” he said. I walked over and stood right next to Vinnie’s big, pumped muscular body. “Strip to your shorts, dweeb,” he ordered. I looked at him blankly. Vinnie bumped his big, hot sweaty chest into my little chest and squeezed my arm real hard. “Doncha got ears, dweeb,” he said. “I said strip to your shorts!” I ripped off my shirt and took off my pants and shoes. I stood next to Vinnie in my boxer shorts. Vinnie and I both looked in the mirror and compared our two bodies. My body looked so frail and little compared to Vinnie’s totally muscular physique. Vinnie was covered with sweat and his muscles just glowed with power. He looked absolutely radiant standing there in nothing but his red nylon workout shorts. He was sweating so much that the shorts were clinging to his legs and his firm, round musclebutt.

We were about the same height, but that was the only thing that was the same about us. His body was big, buff and tan. My body was skinny, wimpy and white. As we stood side by side I could see that his shoulders were almost a foot wider than mine, yet his hips were actually narrower than mine. His thighs looked like oak trees compared to my little sticks. He flexed his quads and the muscles tightened at his command into huge slabs of shredded beef. His waist was small – smaller than mine – and his abs looked incredible. A corrugated eight-pack of living, pulsating steel. He flexed his abs and the ridges became deeper and even harder. ThenVinnie flexed his arms. I decided to flex mine too, just to compare with Vinnie. Omigod, I said to myself. What a contrast between strength and weakness. Vinnie’s 14-inch biceps bulged like steel-hard baseballs. My flabby little 10-inch biceps didn’t even make a bump on my arms. Vinnie did a lat spread and I tried to do the same. Vinnie’s lats flared out like big wings of thick muscle. I didn’t have any lats at all. Then Vinnie flexed his pecs and pushed out his big chest. Those pecs that had just finished six grueling sets of bench presses, working up to more than twice his bodyweight, were totally pumped and engorged with blood and just bulged out from his chest with striated fibers of hard muscle. His nipples were totally erect and his pec muscles were so big that they forced his nipples to point a little downward. “Look at your little chicken chest compared to mine,” yelled Vinnie. “Look at all the fucking muscle I got.” He flexed his pecs and pushed out his chest even further. Jesus, it was huge. “You dig my muscles, don’t you dweeb? You wish you had a body like this, don’t you dweeb? You wish you had fuckin’ big, strong muscles that can kick anybody’s ass any time they fuckin’ want.” Vinnie looked down at my shorts and saw the big bulge in front. That bulge had been there since the first minute I laid eyes on Vinnie. “Yeah, dweeb” said Vinnie. “I can see you dig my muscles. Here, feel how big and hard my pecs are after those fuckin’ killer bench presses.” Vinnie flexed his pecs and pushed them right into my chest. I reached up and put my hands around the hot, hard, bulging slabs of muscle. My head started spinning as I took in the size and hardness of Vinnie’s pecs. I had never felt anything like that in my life. I didn’t know human flesh could get that hard.

“Jesus, Vinnie,” I said. “Your pecs are the biggest, hardest living things I have ever felt. You’re a fucking stud, Vinnie.” Vinnie looked at me and kind of sneered. “You’re fuckin’ right, dweeb. My muscles are fuckin’ big, hard and strong. They’re so strong they can kick anybody’s ass, including yours! I feel pumped and strong and like a fuckin’ stud. Go ahead, dweeb. You seem to be enjoying this. Go ahead and feel the rest of my big muscles. I kinda like having you digging my body like this.” Well, I didn’t need any more encouragement. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I literally attacked Vinnie with my hands and fingers, feeling every one of his big, buff muscles. I felt his thick, wide delts, his bulging traps, his pumped, blood-engorged pecs, his huge, rippling arms, his flaring, slab-like lats, his flat, hard, corrugated abs, his solid, round butt, his big, oak tree thighs and his diamond shaped steel hard calves. Vinnie flexed each muscle for me as I took in its size and power. We were yelling at each other. I was yelling at Vinnie as I felt his muscles, telling him how big and strong his muscles were and what a stud he was. Vinnie yelled back at me, agreeing with everything I said and telling me how great it felt to be so big, so muscular, so strong and telling me how I wasn’t shit compared to him. “Feel my biceps,dweeb”said Vinnie. “Feel how fuckin’ big and round and hard they are. See how much bigger and stronger they are than your pathetic pieces of flab.” He flexed his arms proudly and I wrapped my fingers around the huge balls of muscle. They were so big I could only get my fingers part way around the bulging muscle. I tried to squeeze his rippling biceps but they were hard as rocks and I couldn’t make the slightest dent in the corded muscle fibers. “My god, Vinnie, your biceps are the biggest, strongest things I’ve ever seen. They’re incredible.” Vinnie kind of sneered at me. “Fuckin’ right, dweeb. I got the biggest, strongest biceps of any kid in this whole fuckin’ city. I can beat up anyone I want. I don’t take shit from nobody.” He looked at me with kind of an evil look in his eyes.

“Get on your knees, dweeb. Get on your knees in front of me.” I got down on my knees in front of Vinnie’s huge, muscular body and looked up. His red shorts were clinging to his skin and the rest of him was covered with sweat. His muscles were rippling. “Ya know dweeb, I’m so strong I could take you out with just one punch to the gut. You’re nothing compared to me. I could crush you like a bug.” I started trembling because I knew that he was absolutely right. Vinnie’s body was raging with testosterone and adrenaline and he was really aggressive. He made a fist with his right hand and pulled it back as if he were about to deliver a devastating punch. I trembled even more. “Look at the mirror, dweeb,” said Vinnie. “Does that picture look familiar?” I looked at the mirror and immediately recognized the drawing that Vinnie had made that morning. There was the little dweeb kneeling in front of the big muscle stud who had his huge, muscular arm pulled back ready to smash the little dweeb into oblivion. Vinnie smiled. “See, dweeb. What I drew in that picture came true. Pretty cool, huh,?”

I was still trembling. I still didn’t know if Vinnie was going to hit me. I was totally at the mercy of this big, muscular 13-year old kid who bragged that he liked to beat up kids just for fun. But to my relief, Vinnie unclenched his fist. Then he tackled me with his big arms and pushed me to the mat. He started wrestling with me, pushing my arms into various holds and twisting my legs. But to my surprise, he never pushed hard enough to hurt me. He was just playing, toying with me. “You’re really weak, ya know that, dweeb?” he said. He wrapped his arm around my neck and flexed his bicep. The big, hard ball of muscle forced its way into my neck, cutting off the air in my windpipe. “Is my big bicep hurting your scrawny little neck, dweeb?” I nodded my head as Vinnie tightened his bicep even more. If he had wanted to he could have crushed my windpipe with his big, hard bicep. “I’ll bet your little bicep couldn’t do shit to my neck. Look how muscular and strong it is.” He released my neck and moved his thick, tan neck right in front of my eyes. He flexed his neck and traps. The muscles bulged at his command. No way would my mushy biceps make an impact on that muscular neck. He pinned both of my arms above my head with his right hand. “Try to get up dweeb. Oh, you can’t? Is my one arm stronger than both of your arms? Yeah, I guess it is. Like five times stronger!” He dropped his big body right on top of mine. His pumped muscles totally enveloped my little frame. He was so hot and sweaty and his muscles were so hard. I could feel them bulging and pushing into my body. He moved his armpit right on top of my face and pressed it down on my nose. “Smell that sweat, dweeb. That’s the sweat a real man makes when he lifts big, heavy weights. I bet you never made sweat like that before, did you dweeb? You wimps just can’t work out hard enough to make sweat like that. But I’m a fuckin’ real man, I lift fuckin’ big, heavy weights, and I make lots of real man sweat!”

Vinnie sat up on my stomach and flexed his chest. “Enough of this fucking around, dweeb. I gotta finish my chest workout. I’m going to work these fucking muscles until they feel like their going to explode.” Vinnie got up and took a big drink of water. He then proceeded to do four sets of incline dumbbell presses, four sets of decline dumbbell presses, four sets of dumbbell flyes, four sets of dumbbell pullovers and four sets of parallel bar dips with weights. For each of these exercises, he started off with a “light” weight for him and worked up to incredibly heavy poundages. He was using dumbbells that were so heavy I couldn’t even pick them up off the floor. As with the bench presses, I helped him with the last few reps of his heavy sets. For the parallel bar dips, he strapped a belt around his hips and attached it to a dumbbell, which he then hoisted along with his own bodyweight in doing the dips. I was just dumbfounded at how strong he was doing these dips. He started with a 30 pound dumbbell for 10 reps and worked up to a 60 pound dumbbell for three reps. For the last two reps, I placed my hands on his narrow hips and helped him up ever so slightly. Vinnie’s pecs, triceps and delts did most of the work. I remembered how he had cranked out 25 dips at school. God, I thought to myself, those were just like child’s play for Vinnie’s big muscles, which were so strong they could do dips with his own weight plus 60 pounds.

After every set, Vinnie stood in front of the mirror and let me feel his rippling muscles. This was the most pleasurable hour and a half I had ever had in my life. Being able to watch Vinnie pump those incredibly heavy weights and being able to see and feel his bulging muscles was like a dream come true. During this whole time, we kept talking to each other about his body – about how big he was, how strong he was, how I wasn’t shit compared to him, how he could kick anybody’s ass he wanted. Vinnie really had an attitude. He sure wasn’t humble, and he loved talking about his big muscles. And so did I!

After he finished his chest workout, Vinnie worked out his abs. He worked out his abs every day. He said he had naturally cut and muscular abs, so he didn’t need to work on them too much. He didn’t want them to get too big. He liked his waist to be really small and shredded. I said I totally agreed, as I rubbed my hand across his hard washboard of muscle. He did 100 crunches and 100 hanging leg lifts. He let me put my hand on his abs as he cranked out the reps. The muscles undulated and flexed under his paper-thin skin as they lifted his body up and down. When he had finished, I put both of my hands on the hard muscle and pressed in with my fingers. It felt like I was pressing on a wall of bricks.

Vinnie’s workout lasted about two hours. He had done a total of 26 brutal sets of exercises for his pecs and 2 sets of 100 reps each for his abs. At the end of the workout, his pecs and abs – really all the muscles of his upper body - were so pumped and hard that I thought the muscle was just going to burst out of his skin. Vinnie said that he felt a great burn in his muscles and that he knew his pecs would be bigger and stronger for his chest workout next week.

“Time to go home to your mommy and daddy, dweeb,” he said. I put on my clothes and shoes. Vinnie just stood there in his red shorts, flexing his chest once in awhile. “Ya know dweeb, you’re a pretty good spotter. You make me feel real strong when I lift. I think I’m going to keep you around. Now here’s the deal. I work out chest on Mondays and legs on Fridays. I use really heavy weights for chest and legs, so you gotta be here to spot those days. Tuesday is arms, Wednesday is shoulders, and Thursday is back. You don’t have to be here those days but you can if you want to. I can always use a little help with those last few heavy reps. So, tomorrow is arm day. Are you going to be here or not?’ Vinnie started curling his arms up and down. I looked at his big, hard, bulging biceps and knew what my answer had to be. “I’ll be here,” I said. Vinnie smiled.

I walked out the garage door towards the street, clutching my dollar for bus fare in my hand. I looked back at Vinnie standing in the doorway in his red shorts. He smiled and flexed his pecs and abs at me. “See ya at school tomorrow, dweeb,” he said. “Don’t forget to bring an extra big lunch if you want to eat anything.” I turned back towards the street and started walking. I thought about how my life had been totally changed in the last seven hours, the seven hours since Vinnie the transfer student arrived at our school.

 

Part 3

I thought about Vinnie all night and I beat off four times thinking about his body and his attitude - how muscular, strong, confident and aggressive he was. I couldn’t believe he was only 13 and actually younger than I was.

I arrived early the next day at school and most of my friends had arrived early too. All we could talk about was Vinnie. Just like Vinnie had ordered us to do, we had all packed an extra sandwich packed with protein. None of us dared to disobey Vinnie because we had seen what happened to Kevin and Roger. Vinnie’s muscles had totally pulverized them when they pissed him off. None of the boys wanted to piss off Vinnie. In one day, Vinnie had taken over the 7th grade. It was kind of funny, because we were going to give Vinnie tons of protein packed food so his muscles could grow even bigger and stronger - so they could beat us up even more any time he wanted to. The strong get stronger, I thought to myself. And the strong youth was making us weak boys help him get stronger. Bigger, stronger and even more muscular.

We talked about how we convinced our mothers to make an extra sandwich. A couple guys told their mothers that there was a homeless boy who needed food. Nobody told the truth. They didn’t want their parents running to the principal and turning in Vinnie. They knew what would happen to them if they did. We were all terrified of Vinnie and his muscles. Except I was more than terrified. I was both terrified and so turned on I couldn’t wait to see him again, even though I knew he was fully capable of inflicting great pain on my body. I didn’t tell anyone about going to Vinnie’s house. I somehow I knew that Vinnie wasn’t going to tell anyone either. That was just between us.

Finally the bus pulled up. Vinnie was the last one out. He swaggered down the steps like the jock he was, his shoulders looking so wide and his huge arms moving like muscular machines. He then stood in front of the bus looking at us. He was wearing a white tank top, exposing his broad muscular shoulders and thick muscle packed arms. His lats flared out under his wide shoulders and his upper pecs pushed the tank top out with their muscular mass. I could see the cleavage between his pecs. Striations of muscle were twitching in his shoulders and pecs and his arms looked like big hams of raw muscle with veins pushed against his thin skin by the hard muscle underneath. I couldn’t believe how good he looked, with his skin so tan and the shirt so white. The shirt was very tight around his thin waist, showing off his corrugated ab muscles. He was wearing the same black shorts as yesterday, bulging with his thick thigh muscles and he had on the same black sneakers with no socks. His calves bulged with rock hard muscle as he stood there looking at us with his brutally handsome face and brown eyes. We were all staring at him like he was a god. He raised his arm and gave us the finger. “Fuckin’ weak little shits!” he yelled.

Then he sauntered up to us. “Fuck I’m hungry!” he yelled. “I need food! That fucking bus ride was so fucking long! I can eat a horse.” He grabbed Roger’s lunch bag and ripped out a sandwich. Then he took the drink too. He wolfed down the sandwich and took the sandwiches from two other boys too. He ate three sandwiches in less then a minute. After he finished he rubbed his flat washboard stomach and said, “Feels good to feed these muscles.” He flexed his pecs. “Worked on my pecs yesterday. Benched 255 pounds. That’s a new record for me. Gettin’ fuckin’ stronger every day.” He looked at Roger. “How much can you bench, punk? Maybe 30 pounds? Fuck what a little weakling.” He flexed his chest and the muscles bulged under his tight tank top. The eyes of every boy were staring at Vinnie’s huge body. “Gained another two pounds last night. Another two pounds of solid muscle. I’m up to 130. My chest is gettin’ huge! My whole body’s gettin’ huge” He looked at me as I gazed at his flexing muscles, kind of sneering and grinning at me at the same time. Then he grabbed my lunch and ate my sandwich too. Vinnie needed to feed his growing muscles. “I hope you brought enough food for my lunch or you’re all gonna be hungry,” he said, looking at me and my little wimp friends. “Oh and I need a snack between second and third periods too.” He grabbed a sandwich and drink from Kevin and handed it to me. “Hold it for me, dweeb,” he sneered. Vinnie never carried anything around. He just took what he wanted from us other boys. Vinnie and his totally muscular body now ruled school.

He went over to a group of girls who were staring at him as he talked to us and ate our food. “How do you like my shirt, ladies? Shows off my muscles real good, don’t it.” He flexed his chest and lats and the muscles pushed out the fabric of the white shirt. His tan was so deep and his skin was so clear and beautiful. He looked like a young god. “You are so handsome,” said a girl as she looked into his eyes and ran her hands over his shoulders and arms. “And your body’s so big and hard.” Pretty soon several of the girls were feeling Vinnie’s muscles as he proudly flexed them. “Yeah, I’m a real man,” he said. “Those boys over there are fuckin’ little wimps. I got more power in one of my guns than they got in their whole fuckin’ body.” He flexed his right arm and the huge muscle bulged into a baseball sized ball of rock, “Fuckin’ strong as shit,” he said, looking at his muscle. You could see the fibers of muscle covered with blue veins, pulsating with muscle-building blood powered by his big athletic heart. One of the girls squeezed his bicep but she couldn’t make even the slightest dent. “God, it’s as hard as rock,” she said, almost salivating as she felt Vinnie’s body. She ran her other hand over his bulging shoulder and his pecs. Then she ran it over his corrugated abs and then into his shorts. She grabbed his cock, which was already hard from having all the girls admiring his body. “You’re such a fucking stud,” she said into his ear. She kissed him hard on the mouth as she was grabbing his cock with her hand. Vinnie’s eyes got a wild look and he started kissing her hard, forcing his big tongue deep into her mouth. His neck looked so strong and manly as he thrust his head into hers, kissing her furiously. Then he pulled down his shorts and boxers over his narrow hips, exposing his big hard cock. All of us gasped as we saw how big Vinnie’s cock was. It must have been 10 inches long and it was very thick. It looked like a big steel pipe, rock hard and pointed straight up. He lifted the girl up in the air and put her down on top of his huge cock. The muscles in his arms and shoulders bulged as he lifted the girl like she was a feather. She closed her legs around his cock and he started thrusting his hips back and forth as he kissed her on the lips. He was kissing her while thrusting his big cock under her crotch. The girl thrust herself into the muscle stud feeling his huge muscles with every thrust of her body. Her lips were overcome by Vinnie’s hard kissing and her body was feeling all his muscular power. And she could feel his big hard cock under her crotch.

“Oh fuck,” she yelled. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” She was in an erotic fury as she held on to Vinnie’s big muscular body and felt his huge cock thrusting under her. She came in a wild orgasm as Vinnie kissed her as she felt his huge cock and his flexing muscles. Vinnie smiled at her as she came, knowing she was his anytime he wanted her. Instantly his cock exploded, with gush after gush of white cum spattering on the other girls who were watching this 7th grade orgasm. He yelled “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” as he spurt huge amounts of his genetically superior cum all over the girls. Finally Vinnie finished cumming after a huge amount of thick white cum had gushed out of his thick hard cock onto the girls’ bodies. He said, “Now you seen a fuckin’ stud,” as he pulled up his boxers and shorts. His cock was still hard underneath his shorts. God it was big. He smiled at the girl with a look of confident arrogance. The girls scooped up some of his cum in her fingers and tasted it. “Fucking stud cum,” one of them said as she licked more and more of it. “Yeah,” he said. "I can fuck for hours, cum after cum after cum. I can make you cum 20 times." He flexed his abs at her and she stared at the flexing bricks of rock hard muscle. Then he turned towards us and flexed his arms with his abs still showing. His arms, shoulders, lats and abs were just rippling with muscle.. All of us were standing there speechless at what we had just seen. Vinnie was a stud. And Vinnie was totally uninhibited. Vinnie pulled down his shirt and resumed talking with the girls as if nothing had happened. It was like it was just normal for him to make a girl cum on his cock and then cum himself in front of a bunch of awe-stricken girls, spurting his genetically-superior muscle sperm all over the girls’ bodies. Some of the girls were still licking his cum and all the girls were staring at his drop dead brutally handsome face and his incredibly muscular body. They were all nodding in raptured awe as Vinnie talked.

Suddenly, three big 8th grade boys came around the corner towards Vinnie and the girls. The 8th graders hung out in a different part of the school yard. The school went from 6th to 8th grade, so the 8th graders were the oldest, and these three 8th grade boys were the biggest and baddest in the whole school. They were each about 5' 10" tall - a half a foot taller than Vinnie - and they must have weighed at least 160 pounds. They each weighed more than 30 pounds more than Vinnie. The came up behind Vinnie. He didn't see them coming. Two of them grabbed his arms and spun him around so he faced the third boy. "I hear you think you're a big stud," said the third boy. "We're gonna teach you that you're just a little 7th grade punk." As his two friends held Vinnie’s arms, he looked at Vinnie and his face changed. You could see that he wasn’t quite expecting what he saw. Instead of a little 7th grade punk, he saw more muscle than he had ever seen at the school. But fuck, he was an 8th grader. He was big. He was strong. He had beat up anyone he wanted at the school. And he was going to beat up this new transfer student too. He made a fist, pulled back his arm and smashed it as hard as he could against Vinnie's abs. We could all hear a loud smacking sound as his fist hit Vinnie's body. Except then something strange happened. Vinnie had put one leg behind him and he didn't move at all as the fist hit his body. He sneered at the boy. The boy pulled back his hand and started yelling in pain. Vinnie's abs were so hard that the boy injured his fingers and wrist as his fist hit Vinnie's brick wall of muscle. Vinnie's powerful legs kept his body rigid. His abs didn't move at all. It was like the fist was hitting a thick steel plate. "Fuck!" yelled the boy, grabbing his hand in pain.

"Just a little 7th grade punk, huh?" yelled Vinnie as he pulled on the two boys holding his arms with the enormous strength of his muscular arms, chest and shoulders. The boys were too weak to resist Vinnie's power as he pulled them closer to him. He jerked his arms free of their grip and he wrapped his arms around their backs. They were now facing the same direction as Vinnie. He grabbed the backs of their shirts and then smashed his arms together, like he was doing dumbbell flyes with the two 8th grade boys being his dumbbells. The boys tried to stop Vinnie's arms, but they were powerless against Vinnie's enormous strength. Vinnie had benched 255 pounds the night before, and now all that power was being unleashed on these two boys. Vinnie's arms were like muscular machines, smashing the two boys together. There was a loud thud and a crack as the boys hit each other. Their bodies hit each other with incredible speed, smashing their big fat chests into pulp. Their heads cracked against each other, letting out the loud crack sound. They started yelling in pain. But Vinnie wasn't finished. He pulled them apart again and then smashed his arms together again, smashing their bodies with even more force. Their chests became bright red, bruised by Vinnie’s enormous power. Their heads started swelling in pain. He did this eight more times, smashing their bodies until they were bloodied and battered. Blood was gushing from their faces. Their chests were bruised, more and more with each rep. With every rep Vinnie's pecs and arms got bigger and bigger. They were pumping up with each rep, getting a nice workout with his 8th grade boy dumbbells. Blood was surging into his muscles, pumped by his huge, athletic heart. His veins were getting bigger and bigger as the huge amount of blood flowed through them powering his muscles. With each rep his muscles were getting stronger, so the boys were hitting each other harder and harder. By the 10th rep, the boys were totally battered from the enormous smashing force of Vinnie's muscles. Vinnie turned their bodies towards each other and then pressed in with his arms. He was crushing the chests of the two boys against each other. All the air was forced out of their lungs by the power of Vinnie's arms. I couldn't believe how big and hard his arms muscles looked as he crushed the two boys. His shoulders were writhing with muscular force with each muscle fiber bulging and his pecs were completely pumped, with veins and striations everywhere. "You think I'm just a little punk?" yelled Vinnie. They boys could barely talk and they were almost passed out from the punishment they had taken. "N-n-n-n-no," groaned one of the boys with one his last bits of air. Vinnie pressed in even harder. The boys moaned in abject pain. "No WHAT?" yelled Vinnie. The boys had a blank look on their bloody faces. Vinnie pressed even more. "No WHAT?" he yelled. Finally one of the boys said, "No SIR." Vinnie sneered and said "Yeah, you call me Sir from now on, you big punk." Then he threw the boys on the ground.

The boy whose hand was injured was sitting on the ground holding his hurting hand, looking up in horror at what he had just seen. Vinnie reached down and pulled him up to his feet. “You think you know how to punch?” he said. “That was a pussy punch. I didn’t even feel that. You’re so weak and my body’s so strong and hard. You’re just a fuckin’ big wimp. Fell a real punch you pussy.” Then he made a fist, pulled back his arm and smashed his fist into the boy's gut with about five times the amount of power the boy had used on him. Instead of a "smacking" sound there was a "thud" as Vinnie's fist drove deep into the boy's gut, smashing his intestines and almost hitting his back bone. The boy buckled over in abject pain and collapsed on top of his friends. He starting vomiting his whole breakfast on his friends as he held his gut which was throbbing in total pain. Vinnie raised his muscular arm and flexed it as he put his foot on the conquered boy. "That's how you throw a punch," said Vinnie, grinding his foot into the boy’s pulverized body as it writhed in pain on the ground, vomit spewing out of its mouth. “You’re a bunch of fucking losers,” he said as he kicked the boy hard in his chest, almost cracking a rib with the force of his powerful kick. Then he turned and faced the girls, sort of facing us 7th grade boys as well. "Looks like self defense to me," said Vinnie, loud enough for everyone to hear. "They attacked me and I had to defend myself. I love defending myself. I always smash the attackers." Then he kicked the boy again and grinned, knowing everyone there would agree with him that his mauling of the three 8th graders was all self defense. Then he turned and started talking to the girls, again like nothing had happened. It was like smashing three big thugs was just normal for Vinnie. The girls ran their hands all over his sweaty pecs, shoulders and arms, huge pumped muscles that had just smashed the eight graders into bloody pulps. My cock was as hard as a steel pipe under my pants as I watched Vinnie and saw the three 8th graders writhing in pain.

 

Part 4

After beating up the 8th grade bullies, Vinnie walked over to us 7th grade boys who were all standing there looking at him in awe. "Fuckin' big fat weaklings," he said. "There ain't no kid at this school who's half as strong as me." He flexed his arm and said "Fuckin' big and fuckin' strong." We all nodded in total agreement. Then he said, "Smashin’ those punks made me hungry again." He grabbed a kid's lunch bag, ripped out a sandwich and drink and wolfed it down. Then the bell rang for class. Vinnie looked at me and said, "My first class is English in room 122. Where's the fucking room?" I said, "I have that class too. Come with me." So Vinnie and I walked together to English class. I couldn't keep my eyes off Vinnie's body. He knew I was staring at him and he loved it. He reached over and put my hand on his upper arm. Then he flexed his bicep. "Gonna be workin' my arms today," he said as I marveled at the size and hardness of his upper arm muscles. ”Those muscles are gonna pump up real big. Real big and real hard. You gonna be there dweeb?" I gasped as he flexed his biceps and triceps for me. "Oh shit,” I said as I felt his bulging muscles. “Your muscles are so big and so hard. Yeah, I’m gonna be there. I can hardly wait." Vinnie flexed real hard and grinned at me. He knew I was in total awe of him. And he really liked the way I made him work out extra hard. We were so different physically, but I thought we were becoming friends. I could hardly wait for school to be over so I could watch Vinnie work out, acting as his spotter and pushing him on to even more size and strength.

We got to room 122 and we walked in. All the kids in the class were staring at Vinnie. His muscles were hot and pumped from the beating he had given the 8th graders. His deeply tanned skin was covered with a layer of sweat. Because he was wearing a tank top, you could see his shoulders and upper pecs very well, as well as his huge pumped up arms. You could see every fiber of muscle flexing and tensing as he walked. The English teacher was Mr. Butwin. He was about 30 years old, 5'6" tall and was very thin. His face was narrow and his skinny neck even looked skinny at the bottom of his narrow face. He had gray eyes and receding hair. He looked like a total nerd. Mr. Butwin took one look at Vinnie and his mouth dropped open. He had never had a student who looked like Vinnie in a class before. Then he looked down at his roll book and saw the name of the new student. "You must be Vincent DiNunzio," he said, staring at Vinnie’s muscles. Vinnie walked up to the teacher and said, "It's Vinnie! If anyone calls me Vincent I'm gonna smash 'em into bloody pulp." He made a fist and flexed his arm in front of the startled teacher. Vinnie was two inches shorter than the teacher, but he was all muscle and the teacher was all skinny flab. Vinnie's shoulders looked like they were a foot wider than the teachers, packed with powerful muscle. His chest bulged out under his shirt whereas the teacher's chest was flat and bony. His arms were huge and muscular whereas the teacher's arms were as thin as little sticks. "Uh, okay, Vinnie," said the teacher, kind of shaking as he looked at Vinnie's arm. Then he looked at Vinnie's tank top. Without really thinking, he said, "Tank tops aren't allowed in school." Vinnie moved closer to the teacher. He looked into Mr. Butwin's eyes with his deep brown eyes. Mr. Butwin looked at Vinnie's brutally handsome face and started shaking even more. It was obvious that Vinnie was in control. Then Vinnie reached down and ripped off his tank top, exposing his whole upper body. All the kids gasped as they saw Vinnie's muscles. "You'd rather look at my body instead, teach?" said Vinnie, slightly flexing his muscles at the teacher. "Yeah, check me out teach. Look at all my fuckin’ muscles. I'm so much stronger than you it ain't even funny." Mr. Butwin looked at Vinnie's body and began to sweat. The students weren’t supposed to swear in front of their teachers, but Mr. Butwin wasn’t going to say anyting to this muscle stud. He was awestruck by this 13 year old boy. I could see a hard bulge in his crotch as his eyes went up and down, over and across Vinnie’s body. He couldn't believe a 13 year old kid had that much muscle. And it was all in the right places, from his wide muscle-packed shoulders, his thick neck and bulging traps, his slab like lats that flared down to his narrow hips, his big round pecs, his tiny shredded waist to his huge muscular arms. Vinnie looked down and saw Mr. Butwin's bulge. He sneered at the teacher. "You like these fuckin’ muscles, don’t you teach. Yeah I can see your whole fuckin’ little body’s gettin’ turned on my my muscles. I bet you wanna see these muscles flex. I bet the kids wanna see these muscles flex." Immediately all the girls started squealing and yelling. The boys were yelling too. The teacher gulped. His cock was rock hard.

Without waiting for the teacher to answer, Vinnie turned towards the class and started flexing. I was in total awe as I watched Vinnie's muscles bulge. The kids started yelling their approval. Even the boys were yelling. "Flex your abs! God they look like a fucking washboard! Flex your back!" Vinnie put his hands on his waist and flexed his lats. They flared out like two thick wings of muscle. "Oh shit," yelled a girl. "Look at all that fucking muscle!" One of the boys yelled, "Flex those big guns, Vinnie. They look like mortar launchers." Vinnie smiled and flexed his arms. "Fuckin' huge," yelled a boy. Vinnie turned to the teacher and said, "Feel 'em teach. Feel how big and hard my guns are." Mr. Butwin reached out and put his dainty little fingers on top of Vinnie's bicep. The muscle was as big as baseball with fibers and veins clearly visible under Vinnie’s thin tan skin. Then he pushed down. "Fuckin' hard, ain't it teach? Try to squeeze that muscle. See if you can put a dent in that muscle." The teacher wrapped his little fingers around Vinnie's bicep and squeezed. It was like he was squeezing rock. He couldn't make even the smallest dent in the thick hard muscle fibers. "Harder, teach. You're such a pussy. You gotta squeeze harder than that!" Mr. Butwin squeezed as hard as he could, but he still couldn't dent Vinnie's muscle. "God you're weak," said Vinnie. "My muscle's big and strong and your fingers are weak little sticks. How's it feel to have a 13 year old who's ten times stronger than you? Make you feel kinda weak and frail, teach? Make you feel like a little wimp? Yeah, I bet you do." The teacher was sweating and gasping as he felt Vinnie's arm, running his fingers along the rock hard muscle of Vinnie's bicep and triceps.

Then Vinnie said, "Hey teach, I’m gonna show you my butt and legs." Vinnie's long shorts were covering his legs. You could see how big and thick his thighs were but you couldn't actually see the muscle. His round butt pushed out on his shorts. It was a round muscle butt, packed with muscle fibers that helped Vinnie squat with enormous weights. But it was covered by his shorts. Vinnie unbuckled his shorts and pulled them down to his shoes. He was wearing just his boxer shorts and they were pulled down so low you could see his crotch hairs and several inches of the crack in his butt. Mr. Butwin looked down at Vinnie's thighs and gasped. Vinnie pulled up the leg fabric of his boxers and flexed his quads. Huge slabs of muscle bulged in his legs. We all gasped as we saw the incredible size and muscularity of Vinnie's legs. "Feel my legs teach. Feel how big and hard they are." The teacher bent down and rubbed his hands over Vinnie's huge muscles. He could feel the big fibers of muscle and he could feel the veins pumping huge amounts of blood into those giant muscles. The teacher was sweating as he felt the huge muscles. "Get on your knees teach. You'll get a better view." Without hesitation, the teacher dropped to his knees and began running his hands all over Vinnie's huge thighs. "I can squat with 350 pounds teach. My legs are fucking strong! If I wrapped my legs around your skinny little chest and squeezed those huge muscles, all your ribs would break like sticks. Your ribs would be nothing to my big legs. Those legs love to crush things. They could crush you to death." The teacher looked up at Vinnie's handsome tanned face and saw he was totally serious. This 13 year old could kill with the power of his muscles. "How do you think it would feel to have these big muscles wrapped around your puny little body? How would it feel when they start flexing and squeezing? You could feel the muscle getting harder. Your could feel the muscle closing in on your puny chest. The muscle would start bulging, getting bigger, harder and stronger. Your body would be like a little pile of twigs that the muscle was crushing. The muscle would force all the air out of your lungs. And the muscle would continue flexing and crushing. Getting bigger and harder as those hard muscle fibers bulged and got more and more pumped - fuckin’ pumped and hard as steel as they crushed your fuckin’ little body. You puny body is nothing to those huge muscles. And those muscles love to crush puny little bodies like yours. Pain would surge through your scrawny body. You'd start yelling in pain. But the muscles don't care about your pain. They would keep flexing and bulging and crushing your chest with overwhelming force. Next you'd hear your ribs cracking. You'd look at my legs and you couldn't believe how big and hard the muscle was, bulging like thick steel cables, crushing your body like it was a pile of twigs. Your ribs would crack louder and louder. Your chest would be getting smaller as my huge legs smashed all your ribs and crushed your chest into a small bloody pulp. Blood would start coming out of your mouth. All the blood in your chest would start coming out of your mouth because there was no more room for it in your chest. Your chest would be as small as your waist, crushed into smithereens by my huge legs. And you'd be dead. Those legs would have crushed you to death, teach." The teacher looked at Vinnie's legs and then he felt their power with his hands. He was trembling.

Suddenly Vinnie pushed his crotch into Mr. Butwin's face. His big cock had gotten hard under his shorts as he talked and the big thick weapon was now pushing against the teacher's cheeks. The teacher didn't move back, however. He kept his face up against Vinnie's crotch and he grabbed onto Vinnie's huge calves. He felt those rock hard calf muscles. They felt like bricks, rock hard bricks of muscle bulging out on Vinnie's calves. And he felt Vinnie's huge hard cock against his cheeks. He breathed in the sweat coming from Vinnie's crotch. I could hear the teacher groan with pleasure as he felt Vinnie’s huge muscles and smelled his sweat. The teacher rubbed his face on Vinnie’s huge hard cock and Vinnie pushed his cock into the teacher's face. "All my muscles are big and hard, ain't they teach." The teacher nodded his head as he felt Vinnie's huge cock against his cheeks. Vinnie pulled down his boxers so now Mr. Butwin was staring right at his huge cock. His cock was rock hard and all of us kids in the class gasped as we saw just how big and thick it was. And his butt was so gorgeous. Compared to how tan the rest of his body was, including the top part of his butt, his lower butt was creamy white. It looked so beautiful. So round and so firm. "Feel my butt teach. Feel all the muscle I got in my butt. It helps me squat with huge weights." The teacher reached up with his hands and began feeling Vinnie's hard muscle butt. "No, not with your hands, teach, with your tongue. Feel my butt with your skinny little tongue." Vinnie turned around and pushed his butt into Mr. Butwin’s face. Again without hesitating, Mr. Butwin started licking Vinnie's butt, feeling the hardness of the muscle with his little tongue. Vinnie flexed his butt a couple of times and I could hear the teacher groan as he felt the hard muscle with his tongue. The teacher even licked Vinnie's butt crack, but he couldn't get his tongue inside the crack because Vinnie's muscle was so hard. The teacher was now loudly groaning with pleasure. "I hear your name is Mr. Butwin. Well Mr. Butwin, it looks like you really like my butt." Vinnie laughed at the joke he had just made and the rest of the class laughed too.

Finally, Vinnie pulled up his boxers and shorts and turned around to face his teacher, who was still on his knees looking up at Vinnie like he was looking at a god. "So teach, I'm puttin' my wife-beater back on. You ain't got a problem do you teach. Oh, and you’re gonna give me a C in this class." The teacher just looked up at Vinnie's body and gulped. Vinnie stared at the teacher with his brutally handsome face and then flexed his triceps muscles right in the teacher’s face. Yeah, those muscles were going to give Vinnie a C all right. He had Mr. Butwin so much under his control he could do nothing all year and still get a C. Muscles rule. Vinnie picked up his tank top and put in on, very slowly so the teacher could see all his muscles flexing. Then he walked towards us students, giving high fives to several boys along the way. And he sat down right next to me, as usual. None of us could believe what had just happened. Mr. Butwin got up off his knees. I could see some liquid in his crotch area. He had obviously cum while he was touching Vinnie. He told us to read a chapter in our books. He sat down at his desk and he just couldn't stop looking at Vinnie. Vinnie didn't read the chapter, of course. He grabbed some paper and a pencil from me and drew a cartoon of him and the teacher, a big muscular Vinnie fucking a skinny frail teacher. At the end of the class he gave the cartoon to the teacher. "That's my homework," he said tauntingly.

 

Part 5

Our next class was gym class. On the way, all the girls were coming up to Vinnie, feeling his muscles, feeling his cock and telling him what a stud he was. We were all talking about how he got Mr. Butwin on his knees and how he got Mr. Butwin to lick his butt. Yeah, Vinnie ruled Mr. Butwin. Vinnie ruled everyone.

"I love gym class," said Vinnie as he walked with me to the gym. "I'm always the best in everything. I'm bigger, stronger and faster than anyone else. Yeah, I love gym class." When we got to the gym, all the boys were taking their gym shorts out of their backbacks and putting them on. You had to remove your street clothes and shoes and just wear the green gym shorts and go barefoot in the gym. But Vinnie didn't have a backpack. He didn't have any gym shorts. But he didn't seem concerned. I think I knew the reason why. He looked at the boys changing and saw one kid with a very small waist, like Vinnie's, and with shorts that left lots of room for the kid's stick like legs and flat bony butt. There wereinches and inches of unused fabric covering the legs and butt of the skinny kid. Vinnie went over to the kid and said, "Gimme your shorts." The kid looked at Vinnie with a look of disbelief. "Why? They're my shorts." Vinnie sneered at the kid. "I don't got no shorts and I'm taking 'em. They're my shorts now." The kid started trembling. "But what am I gonna tell the teacher? We all have gym shorts." Vinnie made a fist and pushed it against the kid's little gut. "Tell the teacher you're sick. Or this fist is gonna make you so sick you'll be home in bed puking the rest of the day." He moved his fist back and forth, flexing hisbig arm and shoulders. The kid was terrified. He ripped off his shorts and handed them to Vinnie. Vinnie took off his shirt, shorts, boxers and shoes and put on the gym shorts. He pulled up them up over his muscular legs.. The waist fit him perfectly, but he could hardly move the fabric over hishuge hard legs. Now there wasn't any extra fabric at all. Vinnie's hard round muscle butt took up all the fabric in the back of the shorts and his thick oak tree legs took up all the fabric in the legs. "Kinda tight," said Vinnie, looking at the straining fabric. Then he squatted down and when he pushed himself back up we could all hear a loud ripping sound as thehuge rock hard muscles in his legs tore through the fabric like it was tissue. The fabric was ripped all the way from to bottom to right under his crotch. "Yeah, that feels better," said Vinnie as he looked at the torn shorts. You could see his gigantic quad muscles bulging through the torn fabric. His muscle butt was barely contained by the fabric. Hishard round butt muscles were pushing against the shorts. You could see his butt crack and the dimples in his butt muscles on the sides. And you could see hishuge cock bulging in the front. God he looked like such a stud. Vinnie was ready for gym class.

The teacher stepped in front of us boys. His name was Mr. Olson. He was about 40 years old and must have weighed 250 pounds at sixfeet tall. He used to play football in college - he was on the defensive line - but in the years since college he had gotten way out of shape. He had ahuge beer gut and his whole body was covered with fat. He still thought he was a jock, but you couldn't tell by looking at his body. He blew the whistle. At first he didn't see Vinnie, who was standing in the back. "Okay boys, today we're gonna play Dodgeball. Kevin and Mike, you be the captains. Pick your teams." Almost before Mr. Olson stopped talking Kevin yelled "I want Vinnie!" Immediately Mike yelled, "No! I want Vinnie!" The two captains started yelling at each other about who was going to get Vinnie. Finally Mr. Olson said. "Stop! Stop! Who the hell is Vinnie?" Kevin pointed to the back of the kids at Vinnie. "That's him. He's sobig ! He's so muscular! He's so strong! I gotta have Vinnie on my team!" Vinnie strutted forward and stood in front of Mr. Olson. Mr. Olson looked at Vinnie's body. Vinnie was totally naked except for the gym trunks that were straining to contain his muscle butt and that were ripped apart by hishuge quads. Mr. Olson didn't show any emotion but I think he was stunned at how much muscle this 13 year old kid had on his body. "So you're Vinnie, huh. Kevin says you're strong. But I don't think you're strong. Look at me. I'mbig and I'm strong. I used to play football. You're just a kid." Kevin interrupted. "Vinnie's real strong, Mr. Olson. I personally felt how strong his muscles were yesterday." Kevin remembered how he tried to punch Vinnie without making a dent in hishard body and how Vinnie smashed his fist into his gut with such force that he puked all afternoon. "Maybe Vinnie's stronger than you, Mr. Olson. What don't you have an arm wrestling contest to find out?" Immediately all the kids started yelling. Yeah we all wanted to see an arm wrestling contest between Vinnie and Mr. Olsen.

Vinnie smiled at the teacher. Then he flexed his arm. The teacher's eyes got big as he saw how big and hard Vinnie's bicep was. "I may be a kid but I got big hard muscles, teach. Feel my arm." Mr. Olson reached down and wrapped his big hand around Vinnie's bicep. Then he squeezed. He couldn't be the slightest dent in Vinnie's bicep. Vinnie's muscle was way harder than Mr. Olson's grip. "Fuckin'hard, ain't it. Lemme feel your arm, Mr. Football Player." The teacher was kind of embarrassed, but he flexed his big fat arm. Vinnie wrapped the thick fingers of his small hand around the fat and squeezed where Mr. Olson's bicep should have been. "Owwww!" yelled the teacher, as Vinnie smashed his fingers deep inside Mr. Olson's bicep muscle. We could see Vinnie'sbig forearm flexing as his fingers drover deeper and deeper. His forearm looked like it was made of writhing snakes, covered with veins. The teacher yelled in pain. "Feels like fucking mush," said Vinnie. "Your arm's bigger but it's made of fucking mush. My muscle's way harder than your muscle." He squeezed again, and even more searing pain shot through Mr. Olson's arm. Then he let go. “See I told you Vinnie’s strong,” said Kevin. “He’s the strongest kid I’ve ever seen.” Mr. Olson looked at Vinnie with a little more respect. "Okay, let's wrestle," said Vinnie. "You're gonna be a piece of cake." Vinnie was sure confident. He weighed half as much as Mr. Olson. But Vinnie was all muscle. Mr. Olson was now mainly fat.

A couple of kids grabbed some books from their backpacks to put under Vinnie's arm. His arm was several inches shorter than Mr. Olson's. The books made their hands even. Mr. Olson's hand was much larger than Vinnie's hand and his big arm was much larger than Vinnie's. But Vinnie's arm was all muscle and Mr. Olson's arm was covered with fat. You really couldn't tell how much muscle he had underneath all that fat. They grabbed each other's hand and Kevin put his hand on top of the two hands. "One two three GO," yelled Kevin as he took his hand away. Mr. Olson wanted to put this arrogant kid away immediately, so he pressed down on his arm ashard as he could. His arm moved forward a few inches , but then it stopped. His eyes were focused on the two arms. So were the eyes of all the kids in the gym. Vinnie's bicep was bulging and his forearm looked like a bowling pin of muscle, covered with veins. His delts and pecs were bulging too. With Vinnie you could see every muscle in his body bulging. With Mr. Olson, you couldn't see any muscle at all. Mr. Olson couldn't understand why he couldn't force Vinnie's arm down to the table. His eyes were focused on his arm and he pushed ashard as he could. They stayed in this position for a long while. Mr. Olson’s face was red and sweat started dripping from his face. God this kid has got to give up soon, he thought to himself. Then he looked up at Vinnie's face. Vinnie wasn't red or sweating. His face was cool and calm. He was grinning at the teacher. Mr. Olson was stunned. "Is that all you got teach?" said Vinnie. "You’re so fuckin’ weak! Watch my muscle crush yourbig fat arm." The teacher looked back down at Vinnie's arm. "Smash him muscle!" yelled Vinnie. Instantly Vinnie's bicep exploded under his skin. It almost leapt out of his skin it got sobig and pumped. His delt and pec exploded too, getting instantly bigger and harder. Vinnie's arm moved the teacher's arm up to the center line and then it smashed the teacher's arm to the table. He held the teacher's arm against the table and flexed his muscles for us kids to see. "You're so fuckin' weak," he said. "Fuck, everybody in this school is fuckin' weak, even the gym teacher." Then he stood up and flexed his arms for us kids. We all cheered loudly. Mr. Olson looked down at the floor. He couldn't believe what Vinnie had done to him.

"Stand up teach," said Vinnie. "I proved I stronger than you teach. I'm more of a man than you are, Mr. Football Player. I'm way more of a man than you are. My muscles are bigger and stronger than yours." Vinnie flexed his arm right in the teacher's face. "And I bet I got something else that's bigger too. I bet mycock's way bigger too." Vinnie pulled down his gym shorts, exposing his cock and balls. His cock wasn't hard but it was still six inches long. And it was very thick. His balls hung down in a big ball sack. They were huge, about the size of lemons. "Check 'em out teach. I'm way more of a man than you are." Vinnie smiled as all the kids were staring at his huge genitals. "God Vinnie you're huge!" yelled a kid. "You got huge muscles and a huge cock too. You're the man!" Vinnie started rubbing his cock and it immediately started growing. In about 30 seconds it got hard and it was now 10 inches long. It looked gigantic on Vinnie's short body. "Show us your cock, Mr. Olson," yelled a kid. "Let's see if Vinnie's bigger than you." Mr. Olson looked stunned as he checked out Vinnie's huge cock. The kid had huge muscles and a huge cock too. The kids started yelling at Mr. Olson. Finally I guess he thought he had to compare himself with Vinnie, so he pulled down his shorts. Hiscock was much smaller than Vinnie's, probably about three inches. Vinnie looked down and sneered. "What a fucking puny cock. You got weak muscles, a fat body and a puny cock . I guess I'm the stud in this gym. I'm the man in this whole fucking school. I'm the alpha male." All the kids cheered Vinnie. He was a total man. He was definitely the alpha stud. He didn't take any shit, he took whatever he wanted, and he had the muscles and balls to rule the whole school. He pulled up his shorts and said "Let's play some Dodgeball."

Mr. Olson pulled up his pants and looked at Vinnie. He now knew Vinnie could do whatever he wanted. "So who's team are you gonna be on, Vinnie?" he asked plaintively. "Flip a coin," said Vinnie. "And the losing side better watch out. I can throw realhard ." The kids started mumbling to each other. Nobody wanted to be on the losing side. They wanted Vinnie on their team. The teacher tossed a coin and Kevin's team won. So he picked Vinnie and then the two captains picked their players. Since Kevin was a good friend, he picked me and Roger too. He knew he couldn't lose with Vinnie on our side. After the teams were set up, we took sides in the gym and Mr. Olson gave sixbig rubber balls to each team. The object of the game was to throw the balls at the other team. If a player was hit, he was out of the game unless he caught the ball. If he caught the ball, the thrower was out. The winning team was the team with at least one player standing when all the other team's players were out. Mr. Olson blew his whistle and the first game started. Vinnie threw his ball sohard at the other team's captain that it was like a major league pitcher throwing a fastball at home plate. The ball hit the kid on his shoulder and almost knocked him over. He was out. The players on our team started handing our balls to Vinnie, who picked off the other team's players one by one. Sometimes he would point to a player and the kid would cringe, knowing the ball was going to hit him with the force of a pile driver. The other players tried to hit Vinnie, but he was so fast that he easily dodged out of the way of their slow moving balls. A couple of times he caught a ball and then immediately threw it back, knocking a kid to the floor. It was devastating. The game was over in about five minutes. We still had almost all our players still on the floor and all the kids on the other team were out. They all hadbig red bruises on their bodies from the force of Vinnie's throws. Vinnie laughed. "Yeah, I can throw real hard ," he said as we gave ourselves high fives. "I love playing Dodgeball. I love smashing the ball into a kid and making him keel over in pain. God what a lot of fun." The other team looked at Vinnie in awe. We finished our high fives and were ready to start another game, but then Vinnie said, "Now I'm gonna be on their side. I'm gonna smash your little bodies too." He walked over to the other side and the kids cheered. We all gasped as the teacher handed out the balls. He said "go" and the devastation began.

Vinnie pointed at me and flexed his arm. "Look at that muscle, dweeb. It's fucking STRONG!" He put the ball in his hand and moved his arm back and forth. My eyes were fixated on hishuge , muscular arm. I tried to dodge around and Vinnie laughed. "Fuck, you're way too slow, dweeb. I'm gonna smash your puny little body." At that, Vinnie threw the ball at me with a force I had never seen or felt before. The ball smashed into my chest and I fell to the floor. "You're so fucking weak," he laughed. Then he started picking off the other guys while his teammates handed him balls and laughed at our misery. "You're all a bunch of pussies," yelled Vinnie. He pointed at Roger and Roger turned around in total fear. Vinnie smashed the ball into his back and he stumbled onto the floor, landing on his stomach. We were all out in just a few minutes. We rubbed our bruises and stared at Vinnie's body as he threw devastating ball after ball. After the game was over, Vinnie flexed his muscles at us. "You're all so fucking weak," he said. "You need to get some real muscle like me. I'm gonna show you what real muscle can do."

 

Part 6

Vinnie pointed at me and said “Lay on my back, dweeb.” He got down on the floor in pushup position and I laid down on his back. Mycock was pushing right on his hard round butt. My cock was hard and I knew Vinnie could feel it pressing against the hard muscles in his butt. I grabbed his big muscular shoulders. I could feel the thick fibers flexing. Then he started doing pushups. “Regular pushups are way too easy for me,” he said. I can do hundreds of ‘em. I need some extra weight to challenge my muscles. To make ‘em grow bigger and even stronger. The little dweeb here is kinda light so I should be able to do 50 easy as my warmup. Then I’m gonna increase the weight for a couple work sets.” Vinnie was lecturing the class about his strength and his workout and everyone was listening in rapt attention. Several kids looked at each other and jostled to get closer to Vinnie. They all wanted to get on his back. Vinnie pushed me up and down like I was a feather. I moved my hands around so I could feel all his working muscles. I felt his pecs, which were getting real hot and sweaty. And I felt his arms which felt likebig guns of muscle pushing his body up and down. And I kept feeling his shoulders which were so enormous I just couldn’t believe it. I wanted to start thrusting mycock into Vinnie’s ass crack, but I knew he would never let me do that and I didn’t want to show the other kids how turned on I was about Vinnie’s body. But God I was so turned on I could have cum right there. When Vinnie finished 50 reps, he bounced me off his body and stood up. “Got a nice pump goin’” he said as he moved his arms back and forth flexing his pecs. His pecs were red and sweaty. The hard strands of muscle fibers were showing through his tan skin. His muscles were definitely pumped. They looked bigger and harder, flushed with blood being pumped into them by hisbig, strong athletic heart. His arms and shoulders and traps were big and pumped too. Even his abs looked more ripped and harder from the pushups. His whole body looked amazing.

After he rested for another 30 seconds he looked at me and said, “Get on my back again, dweeb.” Then he pointed to a kid who was about the samesize as me and said, “You get on the dweeb’s back. I’m gonna do pushups with both of you as my weights. That should pump up these pecs real good.” He flexed his pecs again and felt the bulging muscle with his hands. I got on Vinnie’s back and the kid got on my back. Vinnie now had about 200 pounds of mass on his back and he was going to do pushups! I grabbed hishuge pecs and the kid on my back ignored my body and grabbed Vinnie’s muscular shoulders. I could feel the kid’s hard cock with my butt and I’m sure Vinnie could feel my hard cock with his muscle butt. He started doing pushups, not as fast as last time but very steady and concentrated. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven. He started slowing down. He was panting and sweating. I could feel his sweat with my skin. His pecs were sobig and hard . They were totally pumped with blood gushing through the muscle. His shoulders were gigantic. I pushed the kid’s hands away for a couple reps and felt hishuge shoulders and arms as they pumped out the heavy reps. He did 12, then 13, then very slowly 14 and finally he cranked out 15. Fifteen reps with 200 pounds on his thick, muscular back. He bucked us off and stood up, panting and sweating as he moved his arms back and forth flexing his pecs. “Fuckin’ strong!” he yelled as all the kids goggled at his body. “I pushed up three kids – me, the dweeb and the other kid. And I did 15 fucking reps! I’m so fuckin’ strong!” The kids were all nodding their heads and saying things like, “Vinnie, you’re the man. You’re such a fucking stud.” It only took him about 30 seconds to start breathing normally again. His recovery time was very fast. His body was covered with sweat and his muscles were enormously pumped under his thin tan skin.

Then he pointed at a boy who was probably 25 pounds heavier than the kid who was on top of me before. “Now you get on top of the dweeb,” he said. I wanna add some more weight. Gonna make this last set really hurt. I’m gonna make my muscles burn so they get even bigger and stronger. Yeah, bigger and stronger!” He flexed his pecs and looked down at the bulging muscle. Vinnie was getting bigger and stronger every day. So much bigger and stronger than the rest of us it wasn’t even close. I got on Vinnie’s back and the heavier kid got on my back. He grabbed Vinnie’s muscles right away and started sighing at feeling theirsize and hardness. His cock was also rock hard on my butt. Vinnie started his pushups. He was now lifting over 350 pounds. Some of that weight was on his feet but most of it – the torsos of the three boys – was on his hands. And all that weight was being pushed up by his strong pecs, shoulders and arms. He pumped out four reps pretty easily. His hot, sweaty muscles were gigantic as they pushed up thehuge weight. Then his reps started slowing down. I could feel how hard and straining his muscles were. They were straining beyond what a normal boy could do. They were straining beyond the pain barrier. They were blasting beyond the pain barrier into the land of total muscle growth. The muscles were working sohard , pushing up so much weight, pumping up gruesome rep after gruesome rep that they were exploding under Vinnie’s skin. They werehuge. And yet they were so hard . So fibrous. So striated. Like steel cables bulging into mountains of rock as Vinnie completed every rep. His skin was very hot and it was now covered with sweat. Drops of sweat were dripping to the floor as Vinnie worked his muscles to total failure. After rep 7, Vinnie yelled out “One more fuckin’ rep, muscles.Lift up those two wimps with your brutal power!” He pushed down on his hands and lifted his body up, pushing himself and the two dweebs on top of him off the floor. He slowly reached the top as I felt his throbbing muscles strain and bulge. “Yeah!” he yelled and then he lowered us back down. He bucked us off his body and fell to the floor in total exhaustion, sweat dripping from his skin. All the kids in the gym clapped and yelled. They just couldn’t believe how strong Vinnie was. For a half minute, his breaths were fast and deep as he recovered from his brutal ordeal. Then they slowed down to normal breathing. He jumped up off the floor and flexed his muscles for all to admire. All the kids came over and felt Vinnie’s pumped up muscles. “You’re the fucking king,” said a kid. “You’re just awesome.”

Vinnie said he was going to do some pull-ups when Mr. Olson said, “Class is almost over. You students better get changed before the bell rings.” Vinnie sneered at the teacher. He wasn’t gonna be told what to do by some fucking teacher. He was the boss. “Fuck the bell,” he said. “Gym is more fun than any fucking class.” He pointed at me (lucky me!) and said “Dweeb, after I get on the bar, grab on to my waist. Regular pull-ups are too easy. I need extra weight.” One of the other kids looked at Vinnie plaintively and said, “Why do you always choose Fred? I wanna get on your back.” Vinnie walked up to the kid and said, “None of your fucking business, punk. If I wanna choose the dweeb I’m gonna choose the dweeb. There’s nothing you can do about it, you fucking little wimp.” He pushed the boy with one hand and the kid went tumbling to the ground. I looked at the trembling kid, who was looking up in awe at Vinnie’s body. I was proud that Vinnie had chosen me.

He got on the bar and I jumped up on his back. I held on to his narrow waist. His muscular bubble butt was pushing itself into my chest. His shorts were wet with sweat and they were very hot, because his muscles were very hot. I could feel the bulging muscle in his butt pressing into my chest. Hot, sweaty and rock solid. His abs were covered with sweat. I ran my hands over his ridges of corrugated muscle and he grunted, like he knew what I was doing, feeling his rockhard muscles. Then he pulled on his muscular arms and lifted us both up. He was lifting his own 130 pound body and my 100 pound body - a total of 230 pounds -all being lifted up by his huge lats and arms. He did 10 reps, the last ones very slowly. I looked up and saw the muscles of his lats and arms writhing under his skin as they followed the orders of their young master to pull the enormous weight. When he finished, he dropped to the ground and bucked me off his back. Then he flexed his lats for the kids, who were screaming their praise. They had never seen a kid anywhere near as strong as Vinnie. His lats flared out like thick muscular wings. They were so pumped up it was unbelievable. The muscle fibers were covered with veins that were gushing massive amounts of blood into the muscle. His whole body was covered with sweat. He looked like a young god. They he raised his arms and flexed his biceps. They were incredibly pumped and shredded too, covered with veins and bulging with fibers of rockhard muscle. “God Vinnie. You are so strong. You are so built. You’re a total stud!” yelled one of the boys who was standing there in awe looking at Vinnie’s body.

Vinnie grabbed me by my armpit and crotch and lifted me to his shoulders. Then he pressed me into the air. He pressed me up and down real fast. My little 100 pounds was like a feather to hisbig muscles. I watched his delt muscles as they bulged with each press, the thick muscle showing striations of muscle fibers as they pressed me up and down with ease. Vinnie did 20 quick reps. “You’re so fucking light,” he said, looking at my puny body. Then he lowered his arms and grabbed me with his palms. He started doing curls with me as his barbell. He curled me up and down like it was nothing. His biceps grew bigger and harder with each curl, getting more and more pumped with each rep. Here he was curling 100 pounds of human weight and it was easy. He was so fucking strong. After 20 reps he dropped me to the floor and flexed his arms for the kids. “Fuckin’big and fuckin’ strong!” he yelled. They boys were yelling and screaming. They just couldn’t believe what they were seeing. None of the boys in the gym had made any movement to change out of their gym clothes and go to their next class. They were mesmerized by Vinnie. Finally Vinnie said, “Now you know how strong I am. You’re all a bunch of fucking little weaklings. You little wimps better not fuck around with me. If I tell you to do something, you do it. Or you’re gonna be on the receiving end of this muscle.” He flexed his arm in one of the kid’s faces. The kid’s eyes bulged out as he saw thebig muscle flexing inches in front of his eyes.

Then Vinnie reached down and took off the gym shorts he had “borrowed” from another kid. The shorts were totally wet with sweat and torn by Vinnie’sbig muscles. He threw them at one of the kids surrounding him and said, “Give these back to the little dork. Tell him I want ‘em back tomorrow, nice and clean.” The kid took the shorts and brought them up to his nose. He smelled Vinnie’s sweat, the sweat that had poured out of his skin as his muscles bulged and strained as he lifted incredibly heavy weights. He could smell Vinnie’s crotch sweat, the sweat produced around hishuge balls and cock. God that sweat smelled good. It was muscle jock sweat, the sweat only muscle jocks produce as they push and strain their huge muscles. He breathed in another breath of the pungent sweat. Then he clutched the shorts like they were made of gold.

Vinnie was now standing in front of the kids totally nude, pumped up and sweaty. He reached down and stroked his cock a couple of times and the huge monster started getting hard. In less than 10 seconds his cock had expanded to its full 10 inches in length, big and thick and rock hard. “My muscles ain’t the only things that’s big and hard,” said Vinnie. “I could jam this big cock up your little asses any time I felt like it. I’m gonna fuck a lot of girls in this school. And maybe some boys too. I know your little asses are nice and tight. Just ready to get busted open by mybig dick. I love fucking tight little cunts and asses. Makes my cock go crazy.” The boys swallowed hard as they saw Vinnie’s huge weapon. There would be no way for them to resist the power of his big muscles if he wanted to fuck them with his giant cock. They were totally at his mercy. I looked at his cock and thought about me and Vinnie being alone in his gym after school. I never thought I was gay before, but I wanted to touch thathuge cock. I wanted to feel Vinnie’s big muscles and suck that huge cock. And then Vinnie would probably fuck me too. I could just feel that big cock pushing up my little ass. My cock got hard too under my shorts. Vinnie looked over at my shorts and then looked me in the eyes and smiled very slightly. Then he stroked hiscock a few more times as everyone’s eyes were fixated on his body and huge dick.

Then he said, “Time for class.” He walked over and put on his wife beater tank top, his boxers and shorts and his sneakers. He was still real sweaty, so the sweat permeated his wife beater. He looked so sexy, standing there in his sweaty wife beater. “Gimme my snack, dweeb.” I had forgotten that I had kept a sandwich and drink for Vinnie’s mid-morning snack. I got them out of my backpack and gave them to the muscular 13 year old. He gobbled them up in less than a minute. Then he ordered another kid to give him a sandwich too. And the kid complied without complaining at all. He knew he had no choice. Vinnie was really hungry. He had now eaten seven sandwiches and it wasn’t even lunch time. Then we went to the next class. We were all late, but we didn’t care. Seeing Vinnie’s muscular body andhuge cock was easily worth the pink slip.

The rest of the day went just like the first two periods. Vinnie totally dominated everyone and there was nothing anybody could do about it. Even the teachers were afraid to confront Vinnie. When he looked at them with his tan, handsome face, sitting squarely on his thick neck at the top of his totally muscular body, they just melted. At lunch Vinnie was really hungry. We seventh grade boys had all brought an extra sandwich for him, but he ate seven of them before lunch. He ate the other four sandwiches we brought and then grabbed the sandwiches we were eating and ate them up too. We only got a half a sandwich each and Vinnie ate eight whole sandwiches for lunch – beef, chicken, tuna fish, all protein. He ate 16 times as much food as we did. He also drank four milks. His appetite was voracious. Then he went over to the 8th grade boys and took three of their sandwiches for his afternoon snack. They didn’t try to fight Vinnie. They all knew what he did to the threebig leaders of the class, who were now at the hospital. “Bring extra sandwiches tomorrow or you’ll be hungry,” he said as he grabbed the sandwiches. Vinnie gave the sandwiches to me to hold for him for a few hours, when he would be hungry again. “I’m gonna gain a ton of muscle eatin’ all this food and workin’ out like a wild man,” he said. He flexed his arm. “Today I’m gonna put apound of muscle on each of my guns. I’m gonna work ‘em out like crazy and with all this food they’re gonna get huge .” He flexed his arm in my face. I stared at his bulging muscle. I knew Vinnie was going to put on pounds and pounds of muscle with his brutal workouts and his voracious eating.

 

Part 7

I had already told my mother I was visiting a friend after school. Vinnie and I got on the city bus and he wolfed down his sandwiches. In seven hours he had eaten 18 protein packed sandwiches. He rubbed his six pack underneath his white wife beater. I could see the muscles flexing under the thin cloth. “Feels good to eat. Feels good to be full. I can just feel my muscles growin’” He was now sitting next to me in his tight wifebeater. He flexed his pecs and watched the muscles get hard at his command. I couldn’t help but stare at his body. He laughed. “You like my body, don’t you dweeb. You like my big muscles.” I nodded my head. He grabbed my hand and put it on his pec. “Fuckin’ hard, ain’t it dweeb. Hard as steel. Then he pushed my hand around his pecs and moved it around so I could feel the incredible bulges of muscle as he flexed. His nipples were pushing straight out,big and hard like nails. “Your chest is so big,” I said. “So big and hard and strong.” Vinnie smiled. “You saw how strong my pecs are. They’re gonna get even stronger. Bigger, stronger, quicker. They’re gonna get so strong I’ll be able to smash the biggest dudes alive with just one punch. Look at my fuckin’ shoulders and arms. Think about all the power in those muscles.” He flexed his delts and I ran my hand over the thick,rockhard muscle that was bulging in his shoulders. I felt his huge arms as he flexed them proudly. I could hardly talk I was so overwhelmed. “You’re incredible,” I managed to say. “Fuck yeah!” he said as he flexed his muscles as I stared. “How’s it feel to be so muscular and strong?” I asked. “Fuck it feels so great. When I’m walkin’ down the street in my wife beater, everybody stares at my body. They can’t believe a kid my age can be so muscular. Girls look at me and when I flex my arm even a little bit they just go wild. And it feels so great to be so much stronger than the boys. I can beat up any kid I want. I can beat up five kids at the same time. You saw what I did to those fucking 8th graders this morning. And they can’t come close to hurting me because my body’s sohard and so strong. I can smash them into bloody pulps and they can’t do a thing to me. I feel like a fucking god.” I looked at Vinnie’s handsome face and said. “I wish I could be you.”

Vinnie looked at me and laughed. “No fucking way. You’re just a puny little dweeb. I guess you can dream though, you little wimp.” He flexed his arm and said “Think about what it would be like to have an arm like this.” Vinnie reached over with his other hand and put it on mycock. It was rock hard . “Yeah, you’re thinkin’ about it, ain’t you dweeb. Well, today you’re gonna help this arm get even bigger and stronger. You’re gonna help me pack even more muscle on this arm. Bigger, stronger, harder. Yeah!” I looked at Vinnie’s bulging arm and mycock got even harder. He felt my hard cock and laughed. Then he reached up with his other hand and grabbed my upper arm. “Fuck, just a little stick. Just a puny little twig. I bet I could break your skinny arm in half just by flexing my wrists. You’re so fucking skinny and weak.” He squeezed his thick, strong fingers and dug his fingertips into my tiny bicep muscle, just like he did the day before. I yelled in pain, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Vinnie’shuge forearm muscles as they bulged with extreme power, forcing his fingers deep into my skinny flesh. Vinnie didn’t care about my pain. “Fuck, your muscles are so skinny andsoft. Like mush. They’re fucking soft like mush, not big and hard like mine.” He squeezed harder and rubbed his fingers into my soft muscle. I cried in abject pain. Vinnie was looking at his big forearm muscles and my flabby skin and bones. “Maybe I’ll let you lift a few weights, dweeb. It’ll be fun watching you struggle with puny little weights that are like little toys to me. The dweeb lifting a weight. God that will be funny. Maybe a broom stick would be about the right weight for you. Hehehehehe. You’ll curl a wooden broom stick and I’ll curl 130 pounds of iron. Fuck what a weak little dweeb you are. I’m so strong and you’re so weak.” Vinnie let go of my arm. I looked at my own skinny arm and Vinnie’sbig buff gun and saw the tremendous difference between my little stick and Vinnie’s huge ball of bulging muscle.

“Gettin’ hot on this bus,” said Vinnie. He pulled up his wife beater and ripped it up over his head. He held it in the air as he stretched his arms and flexed his muscles. His hairy armpits were fully exposed. He had a lot of curly black hair in his armpits, black Italian hair. The hair was covered with sweat, sweat produced all day by Vinnie’s body as he smashed the 8th graders, flexed for Mr. Butwin, armwrestled Mr. Olson, smashed us all in dodgeball, and did tons of pushups, pullups, curls and lifts in gym class. Plus he had showed off his muscles for the girls and flexed for the boys. Everybody wanted to see Vinnie’s muscles and to touch him. Vinnie produced sweat all day. All of a sudden I smelled a pungent odor coming from Vinnie’s armpits. It was a strong smell, but it really smelled good to me. It smelled like the sweat of a jock, a jock withbig strong muscles who liked to push those muscles, to challenge them, making his body produce lots of muscle jock sweat. “Fuck I really stink, “ said Vinnie as he smelled his own pungent sweat. I looked at Vinnie’s armpit, abig huge armpit formed by the thick muscles of his delt, lat and pec. I looked at the black hair covered with sweat. I looked at the muscles flexing as Vinnie held his arm in the air. And I breathed in anotherbig breath of Vinnie’s sweat. “I think your sweat smells good,” I said, kind of sheepishly. “You smell like a real man. You smell like a jock. A real muscle jock. I can’t sweat the way you do.” Vinnie grinned. “Fuck, you like everything about me, don’t you dweeb. Even my sweat. Here, smell it real good.” He grabbed the back of my head with his other hand and pushed my face into his armpit. “Fuckin’ strong manly sweat,” he said. “The sweat of a real man.” I breathed in and smelled the strongest pungent smell of sweat I had ever smelled. And it smelled so good. My face was buried in Vinnie’sbig armpit and as I breathed in and smelled his sweat. I felt so warm, so secure, so excited to be touching Vinnie’s body with my face and breathing in his jock boy sweat.

After a few seconds of this bliss, Vinnie pulled my head out and put down his arm. “You’re so weird, dweeb. You like my body and you like the smell of sweat. You’re really weird.” Yesterday I would have gulped, thinking that Vinnie was going to smash hisbig fists into my little weak body for being such a weirdo. But somehow I knew Vinnie wouldn’t do that now. I might be a weirdo, but I thought Vinnie was beginning to like me. I looked down and saw his abs. “I’m weird for your body, Vinnie,” I said as I reached over and ran my hand over his abs as he flexed them for me. “Yeah, I kinda figured that out,” said Vinnie. “Go ahead, dweeb. Feel those fucking abs.Hard as iron. Like a fuckin’ washboard. Like fuckin’ bricks. You like feeling my fuckin’ bricks, don’t you dweeb? You like feeling all that muscle.” I nodded and groaned as I felt Vinnie’s abs. I had never felt muscles like Vinnie’s in my whole life. I moved my hand all over Vinnie’s abs, feeling the ridges ofhard muscle and the crevices between those ridges. I pinched his skin and felt just how thin it was. It was like cellophane. Paper thin skin, tanned a deep golden brown, covering Vinnie’s washboard ab muscles.

I looked at his brutally handsome face as he grinned at me feeling his muscles. His face was so gorgeous, with a trace of the brutality that his body possessed. He had wide cheekbones and a strong jaw and chin. He had deep brown eyes and bright white perfect teeth. His smooth skin was deeply tanned. He had short dark brown hair and his neck was thick with muscle. He was gorgeous.

Then I moved my hand down on top of Vinnie’s shorts. I could feel Vinnie’s cock underneath the fabric. His cock was hard. Not only was it hard, it was huge. My own cock was only about five inches long. Vinnie’s cock went all the way from his crotch to the far side of his leg. It seemed like it was ten inches long and very thick. I felt Vinnie’s cock and then I looked him in the eyes. “God your cock is huge,” I said. “It’s rock hard and it’s huge.” Vinnie grinned. “Yeah, my muscles ain’t the only thing that’s huge on my body. I got a big dick too.” I rubbed his hard cock and stared at his handsome face. Then I looked deep into Vinnie’s brown eyes. “Your cock’s hard too, just like mine,” I said. He grabbed my hand and jerked it away from his cock. He looked around the bus. “I don’t want anyone to think I’m a faggot,” he said, looking around. “I don’t know what it is but you make me gethard , dweeb, talking about my body and feeling my muscles. But I’m a man. A real man. I’ve fucked tons of girls. But shit you make me gethard.” I smiled. I could hardly wait to get to Vinnie’s house.

On the 40 minute ride to Vinnie’s house, we talked about all the crazy things that Vinnie had done at school that day. Cumming with the girl riding on hisbig cock. Smashing the three big 8th graders. Making Mr. Butwin look like a fool while showing off his muscles to the cheering kids in the class. Beating Mr. Olson in arm wrestling. Smashing all of us in dodgeball. Doing pushups with two kids on his back. Doing pullups with me hanging on him. And pressing me and curling me like I was a feather. And eating all that food and making the 8th graders give him more food. Yeah, Vinnie ruled our school. And he loved it.

Halfway through the bus ride a couple of kids got on the bus with their mother. They were probably nine and 11 years old, both boys. They sat in the seat in front of us and they couldn’t take their eyes off Vinnie. They kept turning around and staring at his body. “People stare at me all the time,” said Vinnie. “They can’t believe how much muscle I have.” He looked at the boys and flexed his arm. The boys’ mouths dropped open as they saw thehuge muscles flexing in Vinnie’s gun. “How’d you get such big muscles,” said the 11 year old. “I never saw a kid with muscles as big as yours.” Vinnie flexed his arm a couple of times and said, “I work out like a wild man and I eat like a lion. Plus, I’m Italian. Us Italians have lots of muscle.” Yeah, Vinnie had great genetics - a gigantic muscular father and an athletic mother - both Italian. Vinnie could build muscle at will. The 11 year old said, “Can I feel your muscle?” Vinnie grinned. “Sure.” He held his arm near the boys as they leaned over to feel Vinnie’s bulging bicep and tricep. Then they felt Vinnie’sbig arm. “Yow, that muscle’s so big! And it’s so hard. God, I didn’t know a boy’s body could get that hard. It’s so big and so hard !” The nine year old was just beside himself feeling Vinnie’s arm and the 11 year old looked at Vinnie with envy in his eyes. Then they felt his chest, delts and lats. “How old are you?” said the 11 year old, looking at Vinnie’s young looking face. “Just turned 13,” said Vinnie. “I’m in seventh grade, just like the little dweeb next to me. How old are you?” The younger boy said, “Nine and 11.” Vinnie smiled and looked at the older boy. “Shit, I’m only a couple of years older than you. I’m the strongest kid in my whole school. I can beat up any kid I want - even the older kids. I fucked up three 8th graders this morning. I even beat the gym teacher in arm wrestling. They’re all wimps compared to me.” The 11 year old boy kind of gasped and said, “How’d you get so strong? How’d you pack on so much muscle?” Vinnie laid back in his seat and flexed his pecs and abs for the boys. “I started lifting when I was eight. My dad lifts weights too - he’shuge - and he showed me how to do it. Sometimes I lifted with my dad and when I saw his huge muscles benching 600 pounds it made me work out real hard . I put on muscle real fast. By the time I was nine I had gained 25 pounds of muscle. I had a six pack just like this when I was nine.” Vinnie rubbed his hands over his flexing washboard abs. “I could do 300 situps easy. And I could bench and squat with way more than my weight easy. I could do 200 pushups and 50 pullups. I gotbig pecs and shoulders and arms. I was only in third grade but I was the strongest kid in school I could beat up all the 12 year olds. Yeah, I remember beating up four 12 year olds at the same time. They didn’t like a little third grader telling them what to do. I smashed ‘em into a bloody pulp. I didn’t even break a sweat. Nobody fucks around with me.” The kids looked at Vinnie like he was a young god.

Vinnie continued bragging. “I ruled the whole school. If I wanted to beat some kid up I just did it. I love beating kids up. There I was in third grade and I was kickin’ the shit outta all the sixth graders. I had more muscle than any of ‘em. I was twice as strong as any of ‘em. I was beatin’ ‘em up all the time. God it was fun. Then their parents complained about thebig bully third grader. At first the principal couldn’t understand how a third grader could be beating up all the kids in the school, but then he saw my body out on the playground doing pullups and dips and pushups. Fuck, even back then I could do pushups with kids on my back. So he saw how strong I was. He talked to me and my dad but we told him to go fuck himself. I got muscles and I’m gonna rule. So they kicked me outta the school, but shit I didn’t care. I went to another school and kicked ass there too. I kick ass wherever I go. I just keep getting bigger and stronger and I love to kick ass. I’ve been kicked outta four schools. Now I’m at this dweeb’s pussy middle school and I rule the place like I always do. They can’t do anything to me. I beat up any kid that turns me in and the teachers are afraid of me too. I rule the whole fuckin place, just like I ruled all my grade schools. Muscle always wins.” He flexed both arms and the kids cheered. The 11 year old could only imagine what it would be like to get beat up by Vinnie’s muscles. He was sure glad he wasn’t in Vinnie’s school. The nine year old looked at Vinnie’s body and then at his own body. And he thought about what Vinnie must have looked like when he was nine. “You’re incredible,” he said.

“Now I’m puttin’ on tons of muscle,” bragged Vinnie. “I’m goin’ to this fancy middle school and I eat like a king. The kids give me their sandwiches and drinks. I don’t have to bring any food to school. Those wimps just give me all the food I want. I just ask ‘em for a sandwich and they hand it over. They’re a bunch of nice little wimps. Ain’t that right, dweeb?” I looked at Vinnie and then at the two kids. “Yeah, that’s right. The kids just hand them over. They give him all the food he wants.” Vinnie grinned. “How many sandwiches did I eat today?” I looked at the two boys and said, “You ate five sandwiches for breakfast, two for your midmorning snack, eight for lunch and three for your afternoon snack - you’ve eaten 18 sandwiches, Vinnie. I can’t believe how much food you eat.” Vinnie smiled, “Yeah, and it’s all turning into muscle.” The two boys looked kind of puzzled. Why would the kids at school give Vinnie so much food? Finally, the nine year old asked, “How come the kids give you so much food. They must have been hungry too.” Vinnie started laughing. I looked at the boys and said, “Because if they don’t give Vinnie all the food he wants, he smashes ‘em with his fists. Look at those fists. Look at those arms. How’d you like to have Vinnie’s fist smashing into your body?” Vinnie was still laughing. He made a fist and flexed his forearm and upper arm. The muscles bulged at their young master’s command. “Oh yeah, I forgot. I can be very persuasive. These arms make me real persuasive. If they don’t gimme the food, this fist punches abig hole in their wimpy guts. They puke for hours. I get all the food I want.” Vinnie pretended to hit the nine year old with hisbig hard fist. The kid blanched and ducked away. “ I eat ten times what those wimps eat. I’m hungry all the time. There’s a lotta protein in those sandwiches. I told those little punks I only want beef, chicken and tuna fish. If they give me any wimpy food, I punch ‘em out. Yeah, I eat lots of protein.” He flexed his arms as he looked at the muscle approvingly. “And my body turns all that protein into muscle after myhard workouts. The dweeb here is my spotter. He makes sure I lift the heaviest weights I can, giving me just a little help at the end of a set with his wimpy little fingers. Last night I benched 255, a new record for me. And I gained two pounds of muscle in one day. Today I’m workin’ these guns. The dweeb here is gonna help me curlbig weights. These arms are gonna get huge. I’m gonna gain another two pounds of muscle tonight. Big fucking guns on a big fuckin’ body.” He flexed his arms and smiled as he looked at the bulging muscle. Then he grabbed me by the shirt and said “Time to get off the bus. He put on his wifebeater and punched the boys in their shoulders. The punches werehard . That was Vinnie’s way of saying goodbye. The boys grabbed their hurting shoulders and looked at Vinnie with a look of fear and awe. They sure were glad Vinnie wasn’t in their school, but they felt a strange attraction to the arrogant muscle kid.

 

Part 8

We got to Vinnie’s dilapidated old house and went into his bedroom. It was just the same as yesterday. Clothes strewn around the room, pictures of bodybuilders and Vinnie’s own drawings of muscular menon the walls, and the smell of sweat like a men’s locker room. I looked again at Vinnie’s pictures. He was a very good artist. He loved drawing pictures of himself as ahuge muscleman. In a lot of pictures he was smashing small weak humans into bloody pulps. I looked at Vinnie’s body and at the pictures and I could see he was soon going to become thathuge muscleman. It was a good thing he kind of liked me.

Vinnie ripped off his clothes and stood before me naked. I had been waiting for this moment all day. His cock was semi hard. He looked at me with a look of arrogant confidence on his face. He stood there flexing his muscles ever so slightly. He casually flexed his abs and his pecs and his shoulders and his lats as I stared at his body. Then he flexed hishuge arms as they hung at his sides like big hams. I was frozen as I watched Vinnie’s muscles bulge. He wasn’t posing but his muscles were still flexing slightly as he stood there teasing me. I didn’t know if he was doing thison purpose, but he was making me crazy. Then he flexed his thighs, changing the firm but solid muscle into granite. His cock started getting hard as he was just standing there, watching me salivate over his muscular body. I wanted so much to feel his muscles and to feel hiscock. I looked at his cock and thought about what it would be like to have that huge steel pipe in my mouth - and down my throat. Vinnie’s cock was way too big to stay in my mouth. It was now rock hard and I stared at the 10 thick inches of thick steel pipe that was standing straight up on Viinnie’s body, covering a part of his corrugated abs. That weapon would blast itself all the way down my throat. It was way tobig for my mouth. I had never sucked another boy’s cock, but now I wanted Vinnie’s cock in my mouth so much. I looked at Vinnie’s huge chest and shoulders. Oh how I wanted to feel his muscles. I just couldn’t stand there any longer. I walked over stood in front of him. I reached out towards his shoulders as they flexed with each little movement of hisbig arms. Before I could touch his skin, Vinnie reached up and stopped my hands. He flexed his arms as he held my hands. “No touching, dweeb. You get me too excited. I gotta work out first. Gotta work out these muscles sohard they’re gonna burn. My dad said you should work out first and then fuck afterwards. When you work out, you need all your testosterone in your body. It helps your muscles to work out realhard, so hard that they burn and grow. Then after you work out you can fuck and fuck and fuck. And you can fuck whoever you want, ‘cause you’re sobig and so strong.” I got so excited as Vinnie said that. Fuck and fuck and fuck. Oh my god I could hardly wait. Vinnie put my handon his big cock and I grabbed the thick, rock hard fucking machine. “After my workout I’m gonna fuck you real good, dweeb. I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you.” Vinnie’s cock got even harder and he twitched it in my hand. Even his cock was strong as it twitched up and down in my hand. It was stronger than my hand as Vinnie made it move.

I started trembling with excitement. Vinnie pushed my hand away from his cock. He grabbed his pair of red nylon shorts and pulled them on. His hard cock came out of the top - it was way too long to be hidden by those shorts. “Strip,” he ordered. He handed me another pair of shorts and said, “Put ‘em on.” I put on Vinnie’s shorts. Before I put them on I smelled them and I could smell Vinnie’s sweat. I was going to be putting on Vinnie’s sweaty shorts! I was so excited. My little cock was rock hard. I almost shot a load right then Putting on Vinnie’s shorts! The shorts were very tight on me because Vinnie’s waist was so small, but I managed to get them on. Unlike Vinnie’s cock, my cock was too small to push out of the top of the shorts. Now Vinnie said, “Need some protein and energy drink before the workout.” We went into the kitchen.

Vinnie mixed up a big portion of the protein and energy supplement we bought yesterday with my money. He drank about two thirds of the thick liquid. I watched him drink. This kid had eaten 18 sandwiches during the last seven hours and he was still hungry. I ate only a half sandwich for lunch while Vinnie ate eight sandwiches. Plus he had three sandwiches for his afternoon snack. How could he still be hungry? I was starving as I watched him drink the thick protein. Yesterday when I asked him for some, he said it would be a waste for puny little me to be eating his protein and he gave me a small glass of milk instead. But I got up my courage and said, “Vinnie can I have some? You said I could work out with you, so I need some protein too.” He looked at my puny little body. Then he drank a few more swallows and handed me the rest. “Fuckin’ waste of good protein,” he said as I gulped down the liquid. I got about a quarter of what he had made. But I was ready to get whatever Vinnie would give me. We drank some water. Then he grabbed my upper arm, just like he did in school yesterday, and squeezed. Pain bolted through my arm, but Vinnie didn’t care. “You wanna work out? Okay, lets go work out.” He pulled my arm, still squeezinghard, as we headed out to the gym in his garage.

“Gotta warm up first,” said Vinnie. “Do some pushups.” He got on the floor and started cranking out pushups. He did them so fast he was doing more than one pushup per second. He stopped after the 20th rep and yelled up to me. “Do some pushups, dweeb. You gotta warm up.” I got on the floor and started doing pushups. While Vinnie was on his 40th rep, I started my first one. Vinnie was pumping so fast that for every five to ten reps Vinnie did I did one rep. And I could only do three. That was it. Vinnie pumped out 100 reps and jumped to hisfeet . “Fuck! You could only do three reps? God you’re a fucking wuss. Do three more. Now!” I pushed my self up once and then struggled for the second rep. I was about to give up when Vinnie yelled “Push yourself up, you fuckin’ little dweeb! If you wanna work out you gotta work! When you work out with me, you’re gonna work! Push your fucking little wimp body off the fucking floor!” I pushed and managed to finish my third rep. Vinnie was moving his arms back and forth, stretching his muscles. “One more set, dweeb. I’m gonna do 100 reps and you’re gonna do three. And you better be done with three reps when I finish 100!” He punched meon my shoulder and then jumped down on the floor and started doing his pushups. I rubbed my sore shoulder before I realized I better start doing pushups. He had already finished 20 reps before I started. I did one rep and then had to rest. Vinnie was already at 50 reps when I started my second rep. I struggled and finally finished and then fell to the floor. I rested for a few seconds and started my third rep when Vinnie was at 90. Vinnie finished his 100th rep while I was still struggling to finish my third. He jumped up to hisfeet and yelled, “God what a weak little shit. I did 100 reps and you’re not done with three. Push yourself up you fucking dweeb.” When I heard Vinnie’s voice yelling at me, it jolted a spurt of adrenaline into my blood. I finally finished my third rep and I fell to the floor. I felt a strange sensation in my chest, a kind of burning pain. I had only done nine pushups but I could feel my tiny muscles burning inside me. I had never pushed my muscles like that before. I guessed that they just weren’t used to the punishment they took and were paying me back with pain.

Vinnie came over and picked me up like I was a feather. He held my shoulders and I stared at his chest and shoulders, which were bulging with sweaty muscle. I reached up to touch his body with lust in my eyes, but he batted my hands away. “Down boy. We’re gonna work out. Remember? All you got is sexon your mind. You gotta work out before you get any sex. Now we gonna do some pullups. They’re a good warmup, just like pushups. You can do pullups I hope.” I gulped. “Maybe I can do one,” I said sheepishly. I was really ashamed of my weakness, especially after being with Vinnie and seeing how muscular and strong he was. There I was at fivefeet six inches tall - two inches taller than Vinnie - but I only weighed 90 pounds - forty pounds less than Vinnie. I had never really taken my measurements, but I knew my arm only measured 10inches . Yeah, I was a wimp, A real dweeb, just like Vinnie always called me. “Watch me do some pullups. First I’m gonna do regular pullups. Then you do the same thing.” Vinnie jumped up onto his chinning bar with his hands at shoulder width with his palms facing towards him. He cranked out 25 pullups like it was nothing. I watched as his biceps grew with each rep, getting more and more pumped with blood, blood that was surging through hishuge muscle fibers. He jumped down and said, “Your turn, dweeb. Do 5 reps.” I looked at him like he was crazy. “Yeah, right,” I mumbled as I jumped up onto the bar. No way could I do five pullups. I held the bar the same way Vinnie did and I started my first pullup. To be honest, I don’t think I had ever done a pullup before. I just wasn’t into physical activity. I struggled and got about half way up and then my energy gave out. But before I dropped to the floor, Vinnie grabbed my waist and held me. “Okay, dweeb. I’m your spotter. You try ashard as you can and I’ll press you the rest of the way up.” So I tried to pull myself up and Vinnie raised his arms, pushing my body to the top. Then he held me as I dropped back down. “Four more,” he ordered. Well I couldn’t even get half way up for the second rep, but Vinnie pressed me up again and lowered me. “Try harder,” he yelled. “I wanna feel you trying harder.” I pulled ashard as I could and I did reps 3, 4 and 5. When I dropped to the floor my bicep and lat muscles were really burning with pain. “You’re so fucking weak,” said Vinnie as he jumped up and did another set of 25 reps, this time with his palms facing away from him and his hands wide apart. His lats bulged outon his back, wings of thick muscle, as he lifted his body up and down, growing bigger with every rep. “One more set,” he ordered. “Grab the bar the way I did.” I grabbed the bar and did five reps of the wide grip pullups, with Vinnie helping me with each rep. Vinnie set me down and grabbed my lats. There was only the tiniest bit muscle there even though there was lots of pain shooting through those little fibers. “You got no muscle at all. You’re like nothing but flab. And you’re so fucking weak! You’re weaker than a girl.” I looked at Vinnie in the eyes with a helpless look that said yeah I’m nothing. Vinnie looked me back and punched me in the gut, realsoft “Okay, weak boy, now we’re ready for our workout.” I rubbed my sore chest and arms and back and felt like I had already had my workout. But this was just the warmup.

“I’m gonna work my arms and you’re gonna work your whole body. It’s gonna be fun watching you try to lift some weights. I’m gonna be your personal trainer. Oh, you owe me $70 for the first training session.” I looked at Vinnie and he laughed. “I’ll collect it later,” he said. I didn’t know whether he was kidding or not, but if Vinnie wanted anything I had, I would give it to him. So it really didn’t matter. Vinnie always got what he wanted. Especially from me. “Okay dweeb. You’re gonna do bench presses, military presses, lat pulldowns, curls, squats, calf raises and some ab work. You’re gonna do three sets. And we gotta set the weight light enough so you can do at least 10 reps. That’s probably a stick of wood!” Vinnie laughed at his joke. I couldn’t believe I was going to do all those exercises. When Vinnie said I could work out with him, he really meant a workout! “I’m gonna do barbell curls, dumbbell concentration curls, reverse curls, forearm raises, dumbbell tricep raises, tricep press downs and dips with weights. My arms are gonna be blasted when I’m done. And you’re gonna spot me so Ilift super huge weights. I’m gonna put a pound of muscle on both of these big guns! I’ll go first.”

Vinnie always went first. He grabbed a barbell that said 100 pounds on the side. Then he curled it for 15 reps. “Just a warm up,” he said as he shook out his huge guns. He grabbed a bar with no weight on it and put it on the rack for the bench. “This weighs 45 pounds. Let’s see if you can lift it 10 times.” I got on the bench and grabbed the bar. Vinnie told me where to hold it. Vinnie raised the bar off the rack and I started lowering it to my chest. The bar went crashing down. Luckily, Vinnie had his fingers under the bar and stopped it before it hit my chest. I tried to push it up but I couldn’t do it. “Shit, you’re weaker than I thought,” said Vinnie as he grabbed the bar with one hand and threw iton the floor. He then got a smaller bar and put it on the rack. “This only weighs 25 pounds. Let’s hope you can lift it,” he said, looking at my frail body. “Maybe I really will need a broomstick for your pussy little body.” I grabbed the bar and Vinnie let go. I lowered it to my chest and pushed it up. “Yeah!” I yelled. Vinnie grinned. “More reps,” he ordered. I lifted the bar 12 more times with Vinnie helping me a littleon the last rep. “Twenty-five fucking pounds,” said Vinnie sarcastically as he put the bar back on the rack with one hand.

“I was benchin’ 25 pounds when I was three years old. How’d you like the three year old Vinnie coming in here and benching as much as you just did? Fuck, what a wimp you are. I could do 50 when I was five. Shit, when I was five I was twice as strong as you. Think of that. A five year old Vinnie that could beat the shit outta you. Twice as strong as you and twice as tough. That sure would have been fun. Beating the shit out of you when I was five. I used to beat up older kids all the time. Kids who were my age were way too easy to beat up. I could beat up 10 year olds when I was five. I didn’t really start lifting weights until I was eight, but I was always strong. And when I started lifting weights, I really started getting real strong. I could bench 125 when I was nine. Think about it, dweeb. I was five times stronger than you when I was nine years old. I could kick your ass so bad. Oh that would be so fun, being only nine years old and beating the shit out of you. Fuck, when I was nine I was beating up teenagers all the time. It’s so great being strong. And now I’m gettin’ so strong I can beat up anyone I want. I’m benchin’ more than 250, which makes me 10 times stronger than you. I can fuck up anybody I want. I love beatin’ guys up. There was this kid in my old school that I beat up a couple of times. He looked at my funny or pissed me off. I can’t remember. I just liked beating him up. So much fucking fun. So he brought hisbig brother to school as his bodyguard. The big brother was in college and home for a break. I beat the shit outta that big fucking brother so bad he had to go to the hospital. Then I beat up the kid in my class real bad too ‘cause I was so pissed at him. He missed school for a week. They learned not to piss off Vinnie. If I wanna beat you up you just gotta take it. If you bring yourbig brother, I’m gonna beat you both up even harder. That’s just the way it is. You don’t fuck with me. You give me respect. If I think you’re disrespecting me, you get smashed.”

“After I beat up those two motherfuckin’ brothers, they transferred me to your pussy school. They couldn’t handle me at that school any more. And it was a working man’s school, a way tougher school than your pussy upper class school. Your school’s just full of wimps. You’re just like your pussy friends. A wuss. Fuck you’re nothing compared to me. I’m a man and you’re just a fucking weakling.” I looked at Vinnie’s body and nodded my head. Yeah, I sure was a weakling. And Vinnie was a superman. Vinnie was flexing his arms, getting ready for his next set of curls. I said, “Vinnie, why do you like to beat up kids so much?” He looked at me like I had asked such a stupid question. “Fuck, it gives me such a rush to feel my fists hitting human flesh. I like to feel my fists smash into the warm mush of weak flesh. I get a surge that goes through my body when my muscles flex and bulge as they smash my fists into the flabby flesh of some kid. I love to feel a kid’s flesh getting pulverized by my muscles. Hitting, wrestling, you name it. I love to feel my muscles smashing some kid into a bloody pulp. Myhard body smashing some weakling. Yeah, what a rush. Oh yeah. One other thing. Because I can. Nobody can stop me. That’s how I grew up in this neighborhood. Be tough or be trampled. Only the strong survive. And I’m tough and I’m strong.” I gulped as I looked at Vinnie’s body in awe. This human machine of destruction was becoming my friend.

“Watch my biceps get even bigger and stronger,” he said as he picked up a barbell weighing 120 pounds for his next set of curls. He curled the bar up and down with fierce determination. When he got to rep eight, he slowed down and I put my little fingers under the bar. For reps 9 and 10 I helped Vinnielift the bar, maybe applying three pounds or so. His biceps did almost all of the work. He barely finished rep 10 and dropped the bar to the floor. “Fuckin’ strong!” he yelled as he flexed his biceps in front of me. I couldn’t resist and I wrapped both of my hands around his right arm. I felt thehuge bulging bicep and the thick triceps as Vinnie flexed. I thought about the power those muscles possessed and how it would feel to be punched by hisbig fist that was clenched above his bulging forearm. “Oh my god, Vinnie. Your muscle’s huge. And it’s so hard.” Vinnie lowered his arm and grabbed my arm. “Yeah, big and hard. Unlike your little stick. Do another set of benches, dweeb. Gotta try to put some muscle on your puny body.” I did 10 reps with the little 25 pound bar, with Vinnie helping me the last two reps. “Gettin’ huge,” said Vinnie as he laughed. “My turn.” We put another 10 pounds on his bar, making it 130 pounds. It weighed the same as he did. I didn’t know anyone could curl their own weight, but I was sure Vinnie could do it. He was going to curl more than five times what I could bench.

He grabbed the bar and stood up straight. Then he started curling as I watched the muscles bulge in his arms. Three, four, five reps. His biceps got bigger and more pumped with every rep. He slowed down with rep five and I put my fingers under the heavy bar. He did rep six with almost no help from me. “Two more!” he yelled as he looked down at his bulging arms. Rep seven washard . His biceps bulged out of his skin as they powered up the heavy weight. They were exhausted and he couldn’t move the bar after he got half way up. I applied a little force and I started yelling at Vinnie. “You got it, stud. Look at your fucking arms. Look howbig they are. That little weight is nothing to your huge biceps. That weight is like a little stick to your big muscles. You’re a fucking superman, Vinnie.” Vinnie’s face got a mean and determined look as he forced his arms to lift the weight. He got it all the way up and then slowly lowered it. I couldn’t believe the fibers and veins bulging in his arms as he lowered the heavy bar. He looked me in the eyes and said “One more.” He commanded his young muscles to curl the bar, and thosehuge 13 year old biceps followed the orders of his dominating brain. They lifted the bar up about a quarter of the way. The fibers of his biceps were bursting out of his skin. His skin was red and covered with sweat. His veins were thesize of a pencil, filled with blood being pumped into the working muscle by his big, strong, athletic heart. The exhausted muscle tried to lift the bar farther, but it just couldn’t do it. As that muscle kept lifting with all of its might, I put my little fingers under the bar and gently helped. “It’s all you, Vinnie! Your fucking muscle is lifting thishuge weight. Look at your muscle bulge. Look at it lift the heavy iron. Your fucking muscle is so pumped. It’s so huge. It’s so fucking big . It’s growing, Vinnie. It’s getting gigantic. It’s blasting out of your skin. It’s so fucking strong! Fuck you’re a stud!” Vinnie got the weight all the way up, looked me in the eyes and yelled “YEAH!” Then he lowered the weight slowly and dropped iton the floor. “Fuck, what a set!” he yelled. “You are a fucking great spotter.” He flexed his arms in my face and I grabbed those sweaty bulging guns. “Oh god, Vinnie. Your arms are sohuge. They’re so big and they’re so hard .” I moved my face up next to his right arm and started licking his throbbing bicep. “Oh Vinnie,” I murmured as I licked his rockhard muscle. I wanted Vinnie so much.

He put down his arms and said “Finish your workout, dweeb. Another set of benches for your puny body.” I got on the bench and did another 10 reps, with Vinnie helping me with the last five reps. My pecs were exhausted. And they were burning, like they wereon fire. I flexed my pecs and felt my little muscles. The muscles felt harder, like they were getting a pump just like Vinnie got. “Hey Vinnie, I think I got a pump, just like you. Feel my muscles.” Vinnie grinned. “Oh yeah, you got a pump” he laughed. “I don’t think your little muscles could ever get a pump.” He put his fingerson my pec and I flexed. Then he looked me in the eyes. “Hey, dude, I think you’re right. I can feel your little muscle bulging in there. I think you got a pump. The muscle’s tiny, but it got a pump.” He raised his hand and gave me a high five. “Fucking little bodybuilder,” he said, almost like he was mybig brother and was proud of me.

He looked at his huge 130 pound barbell. “Another five pounds,” he ordered. “I got two more sets and I’m gonna work these biceps until they cry!” He flexed his arms and watched hishuge biceps bulge with power. Vinnie was doing five sets of each exercise while I was doing only three sets. He told me I could go to five sets if I puton some muscle, which he doubted. Those three sets had killed my pec muscles, so I was happy that he wasn’t making me do five sets like he did. We loaded the bar to 135 pounds, more than Vinnie weighed. He lifted the bar and curled it six times, with me helping for the last two reps. I was yelling at him as usual, forcing him to strain his biceps with every ounce of power they had to force thathuge weight up and down with their brute strength. After he finished, he flexed his arms in triumph, the triumph of curling more than he weighed. I grabbed his arm. “Oh my god, Vinnie. It’s fuckinghuge. It’s so big. So hard . So strong.” Vinnie looked me in the eyes and said “Yeah! And they’re gonna be even bigger and stronger.” Then he grabbed my shoulders and said, “Nothin’ but fuckin’ bone. You gotta put some muscleon your fuckin’ shoulders. Time for some presses, Arnold.” I looked at Vinnie quizzically and then realized he was talking about Arnold Schwartzenegger, my all-time favorite bodybuilder. “Yeah!” I yelled. “I’m gonna be just like Arnold!” Vinnie laughed at his joke.

 

Part 9

I started my military presses. I could barely lift the 25 pound bar but I did manage to press it up eight times once I got it to my shoulders. I could feel some pain in my shoulders. They had never lifted something so heavy before. I dropped the bar and rubbed my shoulders. Vinnie could tell I was feeling some pain. “No pain, no gain, Arnold. The more pain the better. That means your muscle’s gonna grow.” He looked down at his bar. “Five more pounds,” he said. “I’m gonna curl 140 pounds. I’m gonna pack apound of new muscle on each of my arms.” We loaded the bar to 140 and Vinnie picked it up. He curled the bar four times, with me spotting him for the last two reps. I was yelling at him and watching hishuge biceps explode under his thin skin. I had never seen Vinnie’s biceps get so big and pumped before. They were gigantic. His veins were flowing with blood, which was surging through the muscle making it bigger and harder with each rep. When he finally curled the bar to the top on his last rep, he yelled “Fuckin’ strong!” as his muscle bulged with enormous massive power. Then he lowered the weight slowly and dropped it to the floor. “Fuckin’big! Fuckin’ strong!” he yelled as he flexed his arms in my face. “My biceps really hurt. I’m blastin’ em so hard. They’re gonna get so big !” His right arm was right next to my face. It was covered with sweat and I could smell the pungent smell of Vinnie’s sweat emanating off his hot body. I put my face on his arm and rubbed my nose and cheeks on his beautiful skin, feeling his throbbing muscle as I smelled his sweat. “You’re sobig, so strong, so beautiful,” I said as I felt Vinnie’s huge arm with my face. Vinnie grabbed the back of my head with his other arm and rubbed my face all over his huge bulging bicep and triceps. Then he pulled my face away from his arm towards his face. He looked me in the eyes for several seconds. I was just overwhelmed by the beauty of Vinnie’s face. Then he pushed my face into his and he kissed me. He forced his tongue into my mouth and kissed mehard. Just like his muscles, his tongue was big and hard, much bigger and harder than my tongue. I was beside myself with joy. I wrapped my arms around Vinnie’s huge chest and squeezed him as hard as I could. After a few moments Vinnie let go of my face and said “Gotta finish our workout. Muscle before sex.” God that kid had discipline.

Vinnie and I continued through our workouts. Since I was only doing three sets and Vinnie was doing five sets, I finished my workout before he did. I did my last set of situps with Vinnie yelling at me to do the final three reps. Then I lay on the floor totally exhausted. My whole body ached, but it was a good ache. My muscles were exhausted but I felt so alive. I had never worked my body sohard in my entire life. When I flexed, I could feel my tiny muscles getting hard under my skin. They were pumped! It felt so good to have a pump. Adrenaline was surging through my pumped up body. I could almost feel my blood pulsing through my muscles, feeding them with the protein those muscles were now craving. And I was getting hungry. My muscles wanted more protein.

I got up off the floor and rubbed my shoulders and pecs. “God I feel so sore but I feel so good. Working out with you makes me feel so good.” Vinnie grinned. “Yeah, it feels great working out. My body feels sobig , so powerful, so strong. I love working out.” Then he grinned even more, reached over and ripped off my shorts. “Gotta let that little rockhard cock be free.” he said “You’re done, but I got more work to do. I’m gonna do my weighted dips. You gotta spot me real good.” I nodded my head as I looked at Vinnie’s sweaty, bulging body. His red workout shorts were soaked in sweat and covered hiscock and butt so tight that I could see his huge cock bulging and his muscles flexing underneath. That was so sexy, but I wanted more. Vinnie could see all of me and I wanted to see all of Vinnie. I reached over and pulled off shorts. He laughed. “Now my spotting will be a lot more fun,” I said as I looked at his rockhard abs and his big semi-hard cock. Vinnie swung his big cock around and grinned.

He got on the parallel bars facing me and said “Warm up set.” He cranked out 20 quick reps like it was nothing. I watched his body go up and down, his washboard abs andhuge cock going by my face with each rep. His triceps, delts and pecs bulged with shredded muscle as they pushed his body so easily. Even his legs bulged with muscle as they moved up and down. I moved my face very close to his body so I could smell the pungent smell of his crotch sweat as he pushed himself up and down. I so wanted to put thatcock in my mouth. He dropped down and grabbed a 40 pound dumbbell. “Regular dips are way too easy for me. I can do 50 reps easy. I need to add weight to really challenge my muscles. To make ‘em really grow. I’m gonna start with 40 and go up from there. He buckled a weight belt around his waist and said, “Snap it on.” I reached down and tried tolift the 40 pound dumbbell, but I could barely get it off the floor with two hands. I certainly couldn’t snap it on to his weight belt. “Fuck, I forgot how weak you are,” said Vinnie as he grabbed the dumbbell with one hand, lifted it up with ease and snapped it onto his weight belt with his other hand. He got on the bars and said “I don’t think I’ll need a spot yet.” I didn’t need to spot him yet, but I so wanted to touch Vinnie’s body. Vinnie started raising his body and the 40 pounds of iron up and down. As hiscock went by my mouth, I stuck out my tongue and licked it as it passed. Every time he went up and down, his cock got a little lick by my tongue. “Oh God!” Vinnie yelled. “You’re making me wild!” His intensity increased and he blasted out 15 reps. He dropped to the floor and dropped the weight. “Fuck,” he yelled as he looked down at his semihard cock , wet with my saliva. “You gotta let me finish my workout, dweeb. You’re gettin’ me so hot!” I laughed and put my hand on Vinnie’s tricep. “Gettin’huge,” I said as Vinnie flexed it for me.

Vinnie did three more sets of dips, with 50, 60 and finally 70 pounds of iron hanging from the weight belt hanging from his muscular waist. For the last set, he did four reps, with me spotting him for the last three. I just couldn’t believe how strong he was. I ran my hands over his arms, shoulders chest, and abs as he pushed himself and the heavy weight up and down. When I spotted him for the last few reps he blasted his muscles to complete exhaustion. His body was covered with sweat and his muscles were bulging with incredible mass and hardness. Hiscock continued to be semi-hard as I worshipped his body. Not only was I touching his muscles, I was yelling at him, telling him what a fucking muscular stud he was, howbig his muscles were and how fucking strong he was. This made him even more wild and he blasted out his reps with the energy of a superhuman. By the time he finished his last rep, his body was red with blood, blood surging into his muscles, making them bigger, harder, stronger. He was breathinglong deep breaths. His triceps were totally exhausted from those five sets of grueling dips. His arms were totally pumped from his brutal workout. The muscles were bulging and veins popped out everywhere. God what a stud he was.

After his last rep, he dropped to the floor, dropped the weight, tore off his weight belt and jumped at me, pushing me down onto the wrestling mat with his hot, naked, muscular body. He forced my arms to the ground and looked me in the eyes. “I’m done with my workout, dweeb. Now it’s time for sex! But I’m gonna wrestle you first. You’re gonna see just how strong these muscles are.” He flexed hishuge, bulging, pumped up arms. “Oh fuck,” I gasped, looking at his arms. They looked so big, so muscular, so pumped, so hard. I reached up and grabbed his right arm. It was hot and sweaty and so fucking hard I couldn’t believe it. I ran my fingers over his bulging bicep and tricep muscles, moaning as I felt his huge muscles. “So big, so hard ,” I moaned. “And so strong!” yelled Vinnie. He started wrestling with me, pushing me around, pinning me, twisting my legs and arms. He was using me as a toy as he showed off to me and to himself how strong he was. Once in awhile, he’d let me pin him. Then he’d smile up at me andlift my arms off the mat, pushing me up and down like he was doing easy bench presses. “You’re so fucking light,” he’d laugh. A couple of times I put both my hands on one of his hands and he could stilllift my whole body up with just one arm. I was nothing to this totally muscular kid.

After a few minutes of wrestling me like I was a toy, Vinnie flattened me on the mat with his muscular chest and legs forcing me down on my back with his muscular body on top of me. He held my arms above my head.. I could smell his sweat and feel the heat and power in his body as he lay on top of me. He pushed his crotch against my crotch and I could feel hiscock getting hard, pushing up against the soft muscles of my flabby stomach. Vinnie looked me in the eyes and I looked back at him as I felt his cock grow. Then he lowered his face and kissed me as his 10 inch cock continued to get bigger and harder, pushing against my stomach. He rubbed his pecs into my chest and started thrusting his hips up and down as he kissed me. Hishard cock buried itself into my soft gut with each thrust. His cock was much harder than my gut. Then he pushed himself up into a pushup position and in an instant, he spun around. His cock and balls were now right above my mouth and his washboard abs were above my chest. “Lick my balls,” he ordered. He lowered his body down so his balls were right above my mouth and I started licking thosehuge balls filled with testosterone and muscle kid sperm. I had been waiting for this moment all day. Vinnie groaned with pleasure as I licked and sucked hisbig balls. Each ball was as big as a lemon. Big, round and hard. I kissed and licked and sucked Vinnie’s huge balls. Both of our cocks were rock hard. I moved my hands over Vinnie’s butt, abs and pecs, feeling his rock hard muscles as I licked. I was groaning in pleasure myself as Vinnie groaned and groaned. After a few minutes, he moved his cock next to my mouth. I didn’t need any orders. I started licking and sucking Vinnie’s cock. He was totally aroused. After only a minute of licking, he pushed his huge weapon into my mouth. I had never sucked a cock before and I couldn’t believe how big and hard Vinnie’s cock was. I licked and sucked it furiously and Vinnie groaned louder and louder. But he had only about half of his huge cock in my mouth. My mouth could only hold half of Vinnie’s huge dick. Slowly he thrust his hips forward, ramming his cock down my throat. At first I wanted to gag, but I was so turned on that I didn’t. I started moaning louder as I felt Vinnie’s huge cock in my mouth and throat and felt his bulging muscles with my hands. Vinnie started thrusting his hips, jamming his cock in and out of my throat and groaning with pleasure as he felt my tissue creating erotic sensations on his huge dick . I licked and sucked and felt Vinnie’s body. We were both moaning and groaning with total erotic pleasure and arousal. Then he lowered his upper body and started licking my ownhard cock as he fucked me. I couldn’t believe that Vinnie was licking my cock as he was ramming his own huge cock down my throat. Vinnie started yelling as he pumped harder and harder. The sensation of Vinnie’s tongue on my cock sent me into an erotic spasm, and I immediately shot load after load of cum all over my chest. At the same time, Vinnie came too, shootinghuge amounts of cum down my throat. He thrusted and came for over a minute, yelling and groaning with pleasure. I must have had a half pint of cum spurt into my esophogus. Then, he dropped himself on top of me, keeping hishard cock in my throat, rubbing his sensitive skin on my throat tissue, as he licked my hard cock with his tongue. We rolled around the mat together and groaned with pleasure.

Finally Vinnie pulled his cock out of my mouth and we laid on the mat for a few minutes feeling each other’s bodies and kissing. Vinnie’s cock never got soft. It stayed as hard as a steel pipe. After no more than five minutes, he said “I’m gonna fuck you in your tight little ass.” He rolled me over so I was laying on my stomach, opened my ass crack and spit a few times. This was all the lubrication I was going to get. “This might hurt a little bit,” he said as he jammed hiscock into my asshole. “I love to fuck tight little asses like yours.” Vinnie was already a fucking pro and this was my first time. He pushed hiscock in about an inch with each thrust. It took him only ten thrusts to shove his thick ten inch cock into my little ass. I thought for a moment I was going to die from pain. My little sphincter muscles were nothing to Vinnie’shuge dick. It just blasted through them, splitting them open like they were made of soft rubber. I started moaning in pain and Vinnie just said “Don’t be such a wuss, dweeb. It’s gonna feel better in a second.” Sure enough, Vinnie was right. My pain soon turned to pleasure as Vinnie started pumping hiscock in and out of my ass. His giant weapon rubbed against my prostate gland sending spasms of erotic pleasure through my body. Vinnie fucked mehard for five more minutes and then came in my ass, yelling with each spurt of his cum. After he was done, I grabbed my hard cock and came too. We had two more orgasms right after that one. I gave Vinnie another blow job and he fucked me in the ass again. We had four fucks in about an hour. Those were the four best orgasms Vinnie and I had ever had in our lives.

After our fourth orgasm, we went back into Vinnie’s house. “I’m so fucking hungry,” I said. “My muscles are all so sore and I’m so fucking hungry.” Vinnie smiled. “That’s what happens when you work out and fuck a lot Little Arnold. Your muscles get sore and you get real hungry. I’ll make some protein drink.” Vinnie mixed up ahuge amount of protein drink. I thought he was going to drink most of it and give me a little bit, but he divided the drink in half and gave one half to me. “Okay, Little Arnold. You gotta eatbig and work out big. Then you might get big. Drink it.” I looked at the huge glass of protein and smiled. I drank the protein and it tasted so good. “Eat a big dinner and a big breakfast,” said Vinnie. “Lots of protein. We gotta put some muscle on you.”

I went home like I was in a dream. In the bus, I thought about working out with Vinnie, feeling his body and having fantastic sex with him. My cock was hard again as I rode the bus. My muscles were sore and when I flexed them I felt little bulges where I had worked them with the weights. The thought of actually building some muscle was starting to turn me on too. When I got home, I told my mother that I was starting tolift some weights with a friend from school and I was really hungry. She looked at me and said “That’s nice, Fred. You’ve never done anything athletic before. I’m glad you’ve found a friend that is encouraging you. I’ll make an extra piece of chicken for you.” I thought about one extra piece of chicken and said. “Make it two pieces, Mom. I’m really hungry.” She came over and hugged me and said, “Well, that’s a lot of chicken. People tell me teenagers can really eat. You’ve never been abig eater before. Maybe now you’re gonna start eating like those kids people talk about.” I ate my three pieces of chicken so fast that both my Mom and my Dad were looking at me like I had flown in from outer space. My Mom gave me half of her piece too. They couldn’t believe how much I was eating. I gobbled down my vegetables and drank three glasses of milk. I ate three times as much in that one meal as I usually ate. My parents were flabbergasted. I got hungry before I went to bed and raided the refrigerator for protein. I knew I was going to have to buy some protein supplements like Vinnie had.

 

Part 10

When I woke up I went into the bathroom and weighed myself. I looked at the scale and my mouth dropped open. I had gained three pounds! I flexed my arms and I saw little bulges of muscle in my biceps. Every time I had flexed before, all I saw was flat flab. Now I was seeing muscle! I was so stoked. My workout with Vinnie and all mybig eating had started putting muscle on my little body. I really couldn’t believe it. I ate a big breakfast of eggs, sausage and toast, plus orange juice and milk. - my Mom made plenty after seeing me eat the night before. Then I headed off for school. As usual, all we boys could talk about was Vinnie. I didn’t tell my friends that I was now working out with him, but that silence was soon going to come to an end. Like yesterday, Vinnie was the last person off the bus. Today he was wearing a muscle shirt, a tight tee shirt with the arms cut away so you could see his massive shoulders and arms. We all stared at him as he got off the bus and looked at us. He swaggered over and flexed his arms. “Look at those fuckers!” he yelled. “I worked those fuckers sohard yesterday. I was curlin’ 140 pounds. These big guns were curlin’ more than I weigh. And they’re gettin’ huge. I gained another two pounds last night. I put a pound of muscle on each one of these big guns.” He flexed his right arm up and down, watching the big bicep bulge. “I’m workin’ out so hard ‘cause I got a great spotter. Arnold here is my spotter.” He put his hand on my shoulder. “Arnold really makes me work out hard . I can just feel my muscles growing.” I looked around at the kids whose eyes were wide open as they looked at me. “Oh yeah,” said Vinnie. “I’m callin’ him Arnold ‘cause I’m letting him work out with me. Maybe the dweeb’s gonna be another Arnold Schwartzenegger. He’s gonna be a Terminator!” Vinnie laughed as he looked at my puny body.

The kids looked at me with a look of surprise and envy. I bet a lot of them would have loved to be Vinnie’s spotter. Little did they know I did a lot more with Vinnie than just spot his heavy lifting. And they looked at me a little differently because now I was working out with Vinnie. None of my friends worked out. Now I was different from them. And maybe I was even a friend of Vinnie’s. Their mouths dropped open as the looked at me and at Vinnie. Vinnie jerked my shoulder around. “Yeah, Arnold’s a great spotter. Now gimme some sandwiches. I’m really hungry.” A few of the kids reached into their backpacks and pulled out a protein packed sandwich. Vinnie grabbed one and handed it to me. “Eat it Arnold. You gotta eatbig to get big.” I had just eaten a big breakfast, but the sandwich did look very good to me. Even in an hour I had gotten a little hungry again. I looked at my friends and thought about whether it was right for me to eat one of their sandwiches. Then I looked at the sandwich again and then at Vinnie. He was staring at me with his dark brown eyes. “Eat it!” he yelled. I looked at the sandwich and then I ate it voraciously. God it tasted good. While I was eating, Vinnie chomped down four sandwiches himself. Plus we both drank milk. “Feels good to eat,” said Vinnie between bites. “Feels real good, don’t it Arnold?” I nodded my head. It really did feel real good to eat. The kids watched us eat. We were eating their food. They knew Vinnie was going to get even bigger and stronger. They didn’t know what was going to happen to me. They didn’t know I had already gained three pounds of muscle. Vinnie gulped down his sandwiches so fast. He was like an eating machine. I wondered if I was ever going to eat as much and as fast as Vinnie. “Five more sandwiches for snack time,” said Vinnie. “Three for me and two for Arnold.” Five more hands pulled out sandwiches and handed them over to me to keep. We had already taken ten sandwiches from the boys and it wasn’t even lunch time.

Then Vinnie got a serious look on his face. “I feel so big and strong after my arm workout I’m wanna beat up a kid today. These big guns wanna smash the shit out of some pathetic kid. These guns wanna show off how strong they are. They love to smash human flesh.” He made fists and flexed his forearms. “Yeah, look at that muscle. Look at that power.” The kids’ faces got white. They sure didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Vinnie’sbig fists. Vinnie kept flexing his muscles and making fists. The kids’ eyes were fixated on his fists and arms. They knew how strong those weapons were. “I bet some of you would like to get some protection from being beat up by thesebig fists. These guns are so strong they could smash you into a pulp. How many of you would like to get some protection from being pulverized by these fists?” A bunch of hands shot up. Nobody wanted to get smashed by Vinnie’shuge arms and fists. “Well, its very easy. You just pay Arnold $2.00 and you’ll have protection for a week. The protection insurance costs $2.00 per week. That’s nothing to you pussy rich kids. If you don’t got the protection insurance… well, I hope you got good medical insurance.” Vinnie smashed his fist into his own rockhard abs. The kids gasped.

I looked at Vinnie with a look of concern in my eyes. He hadn’t told me about this protection plan. He grabbed me and took me to the side. “We’re gonna have lots of money to buy supplements, dweeb,” he said. “We got 40 seventh graders and 40 eighth graders. That’s $160 a week, except for the few fools who don’t pay, the fools who are gonna get smashed. With that kind of money, we can even buy creatine. I’m gonna pack on 30 pounds of muscle so fucking fast! You might put on some muscle too.” Then he grabbed my arm and squeezed. “Anyway, you got no choice. I call the shots around here.” I looked at Vinnie’shuge arm and nodded my head.

Vinnie turned back and faced the boys. He ripped a big piece of birthday gift wrapping paper, with a fancy design on it, out of his pocket. “Okay. You give Arnold the two dollars. Arnold’s gonna give you a piece of this special paper. If you got the paper, you don’t get beat up. If you don’t got the paper, these fists are gonna smash your guts into your spine.” Vinnie smashed his fist into his own abs again, making a loud smacking sound as the fist bounced off hishard wall of corrugated muscle. “Your abs ain’t as hard as my abs,” he said, looking at the wimpy boys standing in front of him. “You got until the beginning of lunch period to buy the protection.”

Immediately, the boys started crowding around me with money in their hands. They all wanted protection from Vinnie’s fists. Vinnie walked over to the yard where the 8th graders were. And after a few minutes he started collecting from them too. He gave them until tomorrow to pay up because they didn’t have any classes with us. But beginning at lunch tomorrow, any 8th grade kid without the protection paper was walking around as a target for Vinnie’s strong arms and rockhard fists.

So all morning I collected money from the seventh graders and Vinnie collected from the 8th graders. We were collecting a ton of money. I never knew the insurance business was so good. By lunchtime I had collected $74. There were two seventh graders who hadn’t bought protection. I didn’t have to pay because I was part of the insurance company. Vinnie was the President and I was the Vice President - Finance. I didn’t know who the non payers were because I was collecting money and handing out protection paper so fast. Vinnie and I ate ourbig snacks after gym class, but I was still hungry for lunch. Vinnie took 10 sandwiches from the seventh graders and then went over and grabbed 10 sandwiches from the eighth graders. We had 20 sandwiches for two 13 year old growing boys. We also had lots of milk and juices. We just took tons of food. We saved seven sandwiches for our afternoon snack and we ate the remaining 13 sandwiches for lunch. Vinnie gobbled down eight sandwiches and I ate five. I couldn’t believe I ate five whole sandwiches but I did. I was really hungry. After we finished, Vinnie got up and rubbed his rockhard abs. “Feels so good to be full. Full of protein. Full of protein and buildin’ more muscle.” He flexed his arms. “Look at the blood flowing into the muscle. That muscle wants to beat up somebody. It wants to beat up somebody right now.” Vinnie started walking around the school yard, moving his arms back and forth and making fists. As he walked by the kids, they would hold up their little piece of protection paper and Vinnie would pass by, flexing his guns as the kids watched his body. Vinnie kept walking around until he saw two kids over at the side of the school yard, trying to make themselves as invisible as possible. Vinnie strutted over and said, “What’s up punks?” The kids looked at him with a terrified look in their eyes. They didn’t hold up any protection paper. Maybe they thought Vinnie was only kidding. Well, Vinnie never kids around when it comes to his muscles. If he says he’s gonna beat you up, he’s gonna beat you up. “Well look at this,” said Vinnie. He moved his arms around, flexing them and making fists in front of the boys’ horrified eyes. “These two punks didn’t buy any protection insurance. I got two little punks at the same time - two for the price of one. It’s like bargain day in the school yard.”

He grabbed their shirts and stood them up. The kids were both kind of fat. They each probably weighed as much as Vinnie, maybe more. But they were all fat. Vinnie was all muscle. “Fuckin’ little punks. Fuckin’ fat punks. Fuckin’ rich little fat punks. Fat punks with no protection.” He pulled them by their shirts behind a hedge at the side of the school yard. All of us boys went over to watch what was going to happen.

Vinnie grabbed their fat stomachs with his hands and squeezed. The kids started crying in pain. Vinnie’s forearms bulged as he applied more and more pressure. Veins popped out all over his arms. His forearms looked like bowling pins of muscle. “God what a bunch of fuckin’ fat. How’s that feel, havin’ your fat stomachs squeezed by pure muscle?” The kids cried out in pain. They couldn’t talk. Tears were rolling down their fat cheeks. “Look at my muscle. Feel how fuckin’ strong it is. I got muscle and you ain’t got shit.” He squeezed harder and laughed as he jerked his hands up and down as the kids cried in abject pain. The fat jiggled around like jello. The muscles in Vinnie’s forearms looked like writhing snakes, bulging snakes of steelhard muscle. Tears were coursing down the cheeks of the fat dweebs as Vinnie played with their fat. They were just toys to this young muscle kid. Vinnie was inflicting tremendous pain on these two kids and it was obvious he didn’t care. Vinnie liked to give out pain to kids. And he sure had the muscles to do it. “I love to make kids cry,” he said as he played with their fat. After another 30 seconds, he finally let go. Then he pinched his own skin that covered his abs. The skin was as thin as cellophane. It looked like Vinnie was pinching two sheets of paper. “Look at that, punks. No fuckin’ fat on my body. Nothin’ but solid muscle.” He rubbed his hand over his washboard abs, feeling the ridges of rockhard muscle under the thin skin. Then he grabbed the fat again and said “Fuckin’ slobs. Big fat fuckin’ slobs. I can hardly wait to beat you up. But I wanna do something else first.”

Suddenly, Vinnie moved behind the two fat kids and grabbed them by their arms. “Hey Arnold. Come over here and stand in front of the two fat slobs.” I followed Vinnie’s orders and stood in front of the two kids who were still crying in pain and fear. These kids weren’t really friends of mine but I knew who they were of course. They looked at me with a plaintiff look in their eyes, like Fred please help us. I looked at them and then at Vinnie. Then Vinnie said, “Punch ‘em, Arnold. Punch out their fat guts. See how much fun it is.” I looked at the kids’ fat guts and then at Vinnie. “It’s so much fuckin’ fun,” he said. “Smash ‘em!” I looked at my hands. I looked at their fat guts. I thought about working out with Vinnie and how good it felt to be lifting weights and eatingbig . I tensed my arm and I could feel the muscle bulging inside, muscle that wasn’t there yesterday. I felt like a man. I felt more like a man than I had ever felt before. I made a fist and looked at it. I had never been in a fight before. But now I was building muscle and becoming a man. A man like Vinnie. “Smash ‘em!” yelled Vinnie. I pulled back my right arm and smashed my fist into the gut of one of the kids. I will never forget that sensation, the sensation of myhard fist smashing into the kid’s fat, my hard fist hitting human flesh. A surge of adrenaline rushed through my body. I felt alive. I felt strong. I felt like a man. “Wow,” I said as I pulled back my fist and smashed my left fist into the gut of the other kid. It was like I had turned into a different boy. Adrenaline and testosterone were surging through my body. I wanted to hit. I wanted to smash. I wanted to pulverize those two punk kids who were so stupid they didn’t buy the insurance. I started smashing my fists into the kids’ bodies. And I was loving it. I wasn’t strong enough to do any real damage to the kids, but I was strong enough to inflict some pain on them. They were begging me to stop but I was having too much fun. I loved the feeling of my fists hitting their guts. Vinnie was laughing the whole time. “Another Mohammed Ali,” he laughed as he watched me punching. Finally he said, “Okay Arnold, that’s enough. See how much fun it is? It’s the best fun there is. Now it’s my turn.”

 

Part 11

Vinnie spun the fat kids around to face him. “That was just a little warm up, punks. Now you’re gonna feel the power of real muscle.” Vinnie took off his shirt. He was ready to fight. The poor fat kids could see his entire upper body rippling with shredded muscle. Their eyes were filled with tears. A look of fear enveloped their faces as they looked at Vinnie’s body and felt their fat guts that had been pummeled by my little punches. But those punches were nothing to what they were now going to receive now. “We’ll buy the insurance. We’ll buy the insurance!” they screamed. “Too late,” said Vinnie as he made his hands into fists and flexed his forearms. “You gotta buy before the hurricane arrives. And the hurricane has now arrived.” Vinnie made fists and flexed his arms. He turned around and made sure all the other kids heard what he said. “Now you punks are nothin’ but shit. Fuckin’ fat little shit balls. Weak little fat balls that my fists love to smash.” At that, Vinnie pulled back his arms and started pounding on the two fat kids. He hit them one after another, with powerful punches that drove into their fat stomachs and chests. My punches were like little taps. Vinnie’s punches were like piledrivers smashing into their bodies. When they fell down, he pulled them up and smashed them again. They weren’t getting out of their beating by just falling down. He didn’t hit their faces. Not this time. He just smashed their chests and guts with his powerful arms and rockhard fists. We were all staring at Vinnie’s body and watching his muscles bulge and explode as he smashed the the kids like they were nothing. They tried to punch back a couple of times, but their weak little fists just bounced off Vinnie’shard body like they were feathers. Vinnie was an invincible fighting machine.

Finally, he powered a punch into their guts and they both fell to the ground. Then he started wrestling with them. When he wrestled with me he didn’t hurt me. He just played around like I was his toy. With the two fat kids, he hurt them. He jerked up their arms until they were crying in pain. He played with their legs, twisting them with his powerful arms into positions that wracked their bodies with pain. Vinnie’s arms were much stronger than those boys’ legs. He twisted their bodies beyond their pain threshold. Finally he wrapped his arm around one of the kid’s neck while he wrapped his legs around the other kid’s chest. Then he started squeezing with his arm and squeezing with his legs. Hishuge weight trained bicep bulged into a giant peak of rock hard muscle and drove into the kid’s neck, smashing through his esophagus. We could all hear a cracking sound as Vinnie’s rock-like bicep smashed through the kid’s neck. Suddenly the kid couldn’t breathe. Then, Vinnie crossed his ankles and started squeezing his legs. His quads gothuge as they bulged and squeezed the chest of the other fat kid. He squeezed harder and harder and the kid’s chest got smaller and smaller as Vinnie’s legs crushed it. All the air was pushed out of the kid’s lungs by the muscular force of Vinnie’s legs. Now that kid couldn’t breathe either. Vinnie could have broken the kid’s rib bones if he had wanted to. Vinnie kept crushing with both his arm and his legs. Both of the kids were going to die if Vinnie didn’t stop. Their faces got red and saliva started drooling out of their mouths. “You fuckin’ fat pigs. You’re so fuckin’ weak. You’re so fuckin’ fat. Look at my fucking muscles. Feel what my muscles can do to your weak little bodies. Feel the power of my muscles. You fat pigs ain’t nothin’ to my muscles.” The boys eyes were wide and filled with tears. They were drooling and ready to pass out. Their bodies ached from Vinnie’s smashing punches and now the brutal squeezing. There were going to havehuge bruises all over their fat bodies. They were lucky because Vinnie didn’t break their bones. He could have done that easily. They knew they were nothing to Vinnie’s muscles. And they were very stupid. Very very stupid. The other kids looked at their crying faces and their bruised bodies and were so glad they paid the $2.00 for protection insurance. Vinnie gave the fat punks one more crushing squeeze and then he let go and stood up. The two kids looked up at him crying in pain as he put his leg on one boy’s chest and flexed his arms for all the other kids to see. Then he kicked them both in the chests, inflicting a final jolt of abject pain, and came over to me. “Tons of fun,” he said as he looked down at the crying kids and made fists a few times. “I love to hit. I love hitting human flesh. I love to squeeze the life outta kids with mybig muscles. It’s just tons of fun.”

Then he turned and faced all the other kids. “If anybody squeals, you’re gonna look a lot worse then these two punks. Squealers get so much pain you’ll wish you were dead. Everybody got it?” Heads started nodding and kids were saying “Yeah, Vinnie. You’re the boss. No squealing on you Vinnie..” Vinnie smiled. “I think we’re gonna have 100% participation in our protection insurance program,” he said to me. “Tons of supplements., We’re gonna gethuge !” I grinned and gave Vinnie a high five. I liked hitting those fat kids. I liked feeling my fists hit their flesh. I felt like a real man. I smiled and walked proudly back to the school yard, side by side with Vinnie.

I wondered what my friends thought about me now. Did they think less of me because I was friends with Vinnie? Were they going to shun me because I punched those two fat kids? Were they going to hate me? Fuck, I thought. I didn’t care. I liked working out with Vinnie. I liked gaining muscle. I liked hitting those kids. I didn’t care what my friends thought. Then Roger came up and said, “You’re so lucky to have Vinnie as your friend. He’s like the top stud and you’re his friend. That makes you a stud too Fred. God I wish I was you.” Roger patted me on the back, like he was glad he was friends with a friend of Vinnie’s. I looked at Roger and smiled. Roger didn’t hate me. He admired me. He wanted to be me! He already thought I was a stud. I pushed out my chest. I was a friend of Vinnie’s and I was a stud. I really felt great. It’s funny because many people think kids who are bullies are unpopular. But actually, lots of bullies are very popular with their peers. Just like Vinnie. The other kids really admire them for being so strong, so confident, so aggressive. They wish they were as strong and confident as the bully. These bullies become the alpha males of their group and all the kids want to please the alpha male. Vinnie was the alpha male and I was his friend. I felt so good.

Vinnie started showing off his muscles to the kids, letting the girls and some of the boys - the ones who just couldn’t resist their urges to feel Vinnie’s muscles - feel his muscles that were hot and covered with a little sweat from his light workout in beating up the fat boys. While Vinnie was doing this, Kevin grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to the side. Kevin was the tallest and (except for Vinnie) the strongest kid in my group. He was twoinches taller than me and probably outweighed me by 20 pounds. Several kids in our group, kids who were bigger than me, had gotten into fights with Kevin and they had always lost. Until Vinnie arrived, Kevin always won. He was definitely the leader of our group. Kevin looked me in the eyes and said, “Just because you’re friends with Vinnie doesn’t change things around here. Yeah, Vinnie can beat me up. But I can beat you up real easy. So don’t start gettin’ abig head or nothin’ or you’re gonna feel the power of Kevin’s fists. I’m not as strong as Vinnie but I’m a lot stronger than you.” He made a fist and punched me in the gut. It wasn’t ahard punch, but it was hard enough to really hurt. “You better not talk to Vinnie about our little conversation,” he said as I felt pain surging through my gut. Then he turned around and walked away. I rubbed my aching gut and looked at Kevin strutting away. God I wanted to beat up Kevin. I clenched my fists and flexed my little muscles. God I wanted to beat up Kevin.

Vinnie and I finished school and headed towards the bus, eating the sandwiches we had taken from the kids at lunchtime. Vinnie ate four and I ate three sandwiches. I had eaten 11 sandwiches so far that day, plus mybig breakfast. I always seemed to be hungry, just like Vinnie. We stopped at the supplements store and bought a ton of new supplements with the protection insurance money we collected from the boys. We bought some creatine, which is expensive but builds muscle real fast, according to Vinnie. We got to his house and we made ahuge portion of protein drink with creatine added And Vinnie let me have half of the drink! Vinnie was sharing the supplements with me equally!

 

Part 12

We stripped down to our workout shorts and went into the gym. Vinnie said, “You ain’t workin’ out today Arnold. You gotta let your muscles grow from yesterday’s workout and all the food you’ve been eating. Tomorrow you can work out again. When your muscles grow and get stronger, I’m gonna put you on a split routine like I’m using so you work out different body parts every day. Then you can work out five days a week, just like me. But you can punch the bag today. I’m gonna show you how to be a great fighter. With your new muscles, you’ll be able to beat up everybody in school, just like me.” Then he flexed his arm in my face. “Of course you’re never gonna be able to beat up me.” I nodded my head as I looked at his bulging arm. I was looking forward to hitting the bag. I was going to pretend the bag was Kevin’s body.

Vinnie worked out his legs and I just couldn’t believe how strong he was. “I feel so fuckin’ strong,” he yelled after he finished a squat with.325 pounds. All that food and supplements is packin’ so much muscle on my body. I can just feel the muscle growin’.” Vinnie did a devastating leg routine with six sets of heavy squats, heavy leg presses, leg extensions, leg curls and heavy calf raises. He was using way more weight in the exercises than he had used the week before. I spotted him and I just loved watching Vinnie’s body lift the huge amounts of iron with only the slightest help from me in the final few reps. He let me feel the huge muscles in his legs after each set. My cock was so hard. I wanted to have sex so much. But Vinnie said he had to finish working out and I had to finish my punching workout. Muscle before sex.

After Vinnie finished his workout, he took me over to the punching bag in the gym. It was a big bag hanging from the ceiling. I grabbed it and felt how big and heavy it was. “Just pretend it’s someone’s body,” said Vinnie. “Pretend you’re smashing someone’s soft little body with your big muscles. It’s so much fun. But not as fun as hitting a real body like we did today at lunch. Here, I’ll show you.” Vinnie pulled back his arm and punched the bad real hard. There was a loud smashing sound as Vinnie’s fist drove into the bag. The force of Vinnie’s muscles pushed the bag way back. “He’s dead!” yelled Vinnie as he laughed. “Dead from one punch from Vinnie’s big muscles.” Then he started punching the bag with both hands. I marveled at his muscles as he punched. His delts were huge and striated with rock hard muscle, twitching and flexing with each blow. His arms were like pistons of iron, punching the bag with tremendous force. His pecs bulged with each blow, the big fibers of muscle exploding with tremendous power to force those hard fists into the bag. “Watch my rhythm. You gotta use both fists like they’re piledrivers. You just drive your fists into your opponent. You’re like a fighting machine. You’re a big strong fighting machine. After you get your rhythm right, I’ll show you some great punches like an uppercut and a left hook.” He jabbed his right arm up into the bag. “That’s the guy’s chin,” he said as he smashed his fist into the bag. “It’s broken now.” Then he took his left arm and smashed it into the side of the bag. “Broken ribs,” he said. Finally, he smashed his right fist into the upper center of the bag. “Broken nose and smashed face. He’s on the floor knocked out by my big muscles and hard fists. I’m the winner! I’m always the winner!” He turned towards me and flexed his arms in triumph.

I could hardly wait to start punching that bag. I moved over and pushed Vinnie out of the way. “My turn,” I yelled. “I wanna be a fighting machine. I wanna be a big strong fighting machine.” I drew up an image in my eyes of Kevin and placed that image in the punching bag. Then I punched Kevin’s gut, just like he had done to me that day. My punch had only a small fraction of the power of Vinnie’s punch. The bag moved back only a small distance. My punch wasn’t very hard, but I loved the feeling of my fist hit the bag. I imagined I was hitting Kevin’s gut. I imagined my fist driving deep into his gut and making him keel over in pain. Then I started punching the bag like Vinnie had done. At first it was very awkward. I had a hard time getting my rhythm going correctly as the bag moved back and forth. Vinnie helped me, telling me to punch faster or slower, telling me where to hit. He was a good boxing teacher. Finally I got my rhythm down and I felt real good as I punched Kevin into smithereens. I wasn’t a fighting machine yet, but I loved hitting that bag.

Then Vinnie pulled me away from the bag. “Now hit some real flesh,” he said as he stood before me. “Hit me. Hit me hard. You can’t hurt me. I’m not even going to flex and you still can’t hurt me.” I looked at Vinnie’s body. His flesh was solid muscle. It was hard. It was a lot harder than the soft fatty flesh in those kids I had punched at lunchtime. I wondered how it was going to feel to hit Vinnie’s muscular body. I pulled back my fist and punched Vinnie’s big pec. It felt like I was hitting warm rock, rock that was just a little soft, like it was being melted by heat, but very hard and solid. “God that felt cool,” I said. “Much better than hitting the bag. It felt so good hitting a warm body, hitting some human flesh. You body is so hard and so hot.” Vinnie grinned. “More!” he said as he stood in front of me, waiting for more blows from my little arms. I started punching Vinnie’s body, his pecs, his abs and his arms. He was grinning as I punched, like he was enjoying the punishment. It was obvious that my little blows weren’t hurting him in the least. His unflexed muscles were like soft iron and they were taking my blows like a tennis ball hitting a tennis racket. “Oh yeah,” he said as I hit him as hard as I could over and over again. Suddenly, he pulled down his shorts and his rock hard cock sprang up. “Your little punches are turning me on,” he said He ducked down and grabbed my shorts. He pulled them down to my feet with one strong sweep of his arm and I kicked them off. “Let’s have a naked fight,” Vinnie yelled as he punched me softly in my gut. Vinnie could have totally destroyed me with just one punch, but he punched me very lightly, playing with me as I punched him back. We fought as we watched each other’s naked bodies move and punch. Both of our cocks were rock hard as we punched. We were laughing and yelling as we punched each other and got hotter and hotter with lust.

Suddenly Vinnie jumped at me and forced me down to the wrestling mat. He started wrestling me. He didn’t inflict any pain on me like he did to those two fat punks at lunchtime. He was toying with me, pushing me around, pinning me, letting me pin him and then pushing me off his body easily. Our bodies were covered with sweat and we rolled around on each other feeling each other’s bodies. I just loved feeling Vinnie’s muscles and he seemed to like my little body. Finally, he pinned me on my stomach and fondled my little butt with his hands. “Nice little ass,” he said. “Ready for a good fucking.” He spit into my asshole a couple of times Then he jammed his cock into my asshole. I gasped as I felt the enormity of Vinnie’s big thick hard cock inside my tight little ass. I had already been fucked by Vinnie, but every time he fucked me it was like a totally new experience. I just loved his dominance and aggression as he fucked me with wild abandon. Vinnie started thrusting his cock in and out of my asshole. “Such a tight little ass. I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you dweeb. I love to fuck. I love to fuck and fuck and fuck.” His hips pushed his big cock in and out of my ass. I could feel his sweaty body on top of me. I could feel his muscles flex with each thrust. I could feel how big and hard his cock was inside my little ass. My cock was rock hard on the wrestling mat. I started thrusting my own hips too as I was overcome with arousal. My cock was rubbing against the mat, getting more and more aroused with each thrust. Suddenly Vinnie yelled as his genetically superior cum blasted out of his cock into my asshole. He kept thrusting, spurting blast after blast of cum into my body. I came at the same time, covering Vinnie’s mat with my cum. Vinnie started rolling us around the mat with his hard cock still in my asshole. We rolled on my cum and Vinnie’s cum that had poured out of my asshole, getting our bodies covered with cum as well as sweat. God what a fuck that was.

I went home that evening feeling like I was a new man. I had gained three pounds of muscle the night before and I knew I was going to gain even more muscle that night. My muscles were still sore from yesterday’s workout and I had eaten so much food and supplements that day. There was no way I wasn’t going to gain another three pounds of muscle. God I was stoked. And I had punched the guts of those two fat boys – God that was fun - and Vinnie was teaching me how to fight like a real man. I felt so great. I flexed my muscles on the bus, feeling the muscles bulging in my arms, shoulders and chest. I was gaining real muscle! I ate a huge dinner that night and went to be early, after eating another big protein snack. My mom had bought me some protein supplements and I had brought some creatine home from Vinnie’s. I was eating like a horse. The next morning I got on the scale and my eyes bulged at what I saw. I had gained five pounds. In two days, I had gained eight pounds of muscle. I now weighed 106 pounds. I looked at my body in the bathroom mirror. What little baby fat I had had now disappeared. My body looked solid. It looked hard. I actually probably gained more than 10 pounds of muscle because all my fat had evaporated. In the past I had always worn a shirt. I hardly every showed my skinny torso. But now as I looked in the mirror I could see muscle. I pumped up my chest and flexed. My biceps rose in my arms and I could see my shoulder muscles bulging. Fuck I was getting muscles! I thought about Vinnie’s body. I wanted a body like Vinnie’s. I could hardly wait to get a body like Vinnie’s. I strutted downstairs without my shirt on to have breakfast. All of a sudden I kind had an attitude. Like I’m a stud and you’re just shit. I never had a attitude before but now I had one. I guess lifting weights and building muscle does something to your mind. All of a sudden you don’t feel feeble and insecure anymore. You feel strong, powerful. You feel like you could kick anybody’s ass. Yeah, that’s the way I felt. My mother looked at me in surprise. She was surprised I wasn’t wearing a shirt. But she was also surprised as she looked at my body and the cocky look on my face. “You look different, Fred. I don’t know what it is but you look different.” I smiled. “Yeah. I’ve gained eight pounds in the last two days. And look. I don’t got any fat either. I’m all muscle. Pretty soon I’m gonna look like Vinnie. I’m gonna be real big and real strong.” I flexed my arm and my mother came over and felt my bicep. “Geez, that’s real hard Fred. And it’s bigger too. Bigger and harder than it was last week. You never had muscles like that before. That Vinnie is really teaching you things.” I felt my own bicep and said. “Yeah. Vinnie’s teaching me how to work out. And I’m eatin’ like a wild man. He’s teaching me boxing too. Pretty soon I’ll be able to beat kids up. I can hardly wait to beat kids up.” My mom frowned. “Fred, you shouldn’t think of beating kids up. That’s not very nice.” I looked her in the eyes. “I don’t need to be nice. If I wanna beat up a kid I’m gonna just do it. Just like Vinnie. If a kid looks at me funny, maybe I’ll just beat him up, just for fun. It’s lots of fun, being big and strong. I can hardly wait to get real big and real strong.” My mom looked at me with a concerned look in her eyes. “Well, I guess that’s what happens when you become a teenager. I’ve read about all the hormones surging through your bodies. You feel strong and invincible. You test yourself with strength contests and fights. Well, if you beat up a kid I don’t want to know about it. You’re my son and I’m proud of you.” I looked at her and grinned. “Gotta get big and strong,” I said as I wolfed down my huge breakfast. “You’re gonna be real proud of me.”

To be continued

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