Youth Camp (tt musc)

Part 1

There I was riding on bus to Youth Camp. It was a small bus with just me, a black kid and two Latinos sitting in the seats, with our right hands handcuffed to the seat braces. I was 16 years old and had been busted a second time for drug dealing. The first time I got probation. This time I got six months in Youth Camp. Youth Camp is for kids 13 to 17. I figured that since I was an older kid, I’d do fine. But I had no clue. I was small and skinny, just 5’ 5” tall and 95 pounds, with blue eyes and blond hair, cut kind of long. I looked like a little surfer boy but I had never been surfing in my life. I guess you could say I had a lithe little body. I wondered what it would be like in Youth Camp. I really didn’t know much about it. I was from a middle class white neighborhood and nobody I knew had every gone to Youth Camp.

The black kid looked over at me. He looked younger, but he was bigger than me. He was about 5’ 8” tall. He was wearing a tee shirt and I could see a lot of muscle in his arms. The muscle flexed as he pulled on the handcuff as the bus bumped along. “What are you in for?” he said. “I got six months for drug dealing,” I replied. “What about you?” He kind of grinned. “I got a year for robbery and assault and battery. I mugged a guy and totally beat him up. Fuck what a rush. I mugged a lot of guys but this time I got caught. He was a little white punk like you. He was in his 20’s and I’m only 14. But I just smashed him. Too bad I got caught, but Youth Camp’s gonna be fun. I’m gonna join the Muscle Guns Gang. They run the fucking place.” He grinned and flexed his arm that wasn’t handcuffed. His bicep muscle bulged into a big ball of muscle. He had veins covering the muscle. His forearm bulged too. It looked like a bunch of writhing muscle snakes covered with veins. “That’s a muscle gun. I got a real good muscle gun for a 14 year old. I’ve been liftin’ weights since I was 12. I’ve gotten real strong,” he said. “You can’t have weapons in Youth Camp so the Muscle Gun Gang runs the place with their muscle guns. No one fucks with the Muscle Guns.”

I gulped. “How do you know all this?” I stuttered. The kid laughed. “Lots of kids in my neighborhood have gone to Youth Camp. My cousin just got out a couple months ago. He was a member of the gang and he’s huge. He gained 50 pounds of muscle while he was inYouth Camp. Those gang members get huge. After they get out they go back to their gangs in their neighborhoods and they take over. The Youth Camp is like a training camp for the big muscle gun gang members. They run everything and they get huge. I can hardly wait to get to the camp. I can hardly wait to join the gang.”

I looked at the kid and gulped again. He was actually looking forward to going to Youth Camp. “Umm, do you think I could join the gang too?” He looked at me and burst out laughing. “Shit no!” he yelled. “You gotta be black and you gotta have a lot of muscle. You’re a puny white punk. If you wanna join you gotta be black. The gang puts you though some tests, like pushups and pullups and crap, and they check out your body. Only the strong and muscular black boys get to join the gang. All the other weaklings are the gang’s property. All the whiteys, all the Mexicans, all the Asians, all the fat and weak blacks, they all just get fucked up by the gang. Oh it’s gonna be so fun!”

I shuttered. Youth Camp sounded pretty scary to a little white kid like me. It didn’t sound like fun at all. Then the kid looked at me closely. “I bet you got a mother and a dad and a nice little house, don’t you white boy? Well I ain’t got shit. I got a mother, two sisters and a little brother and we live in a tiny apartment in the ghetto, the government housing ghetto. I don’t even know who my father is. I’ve been lookin’ after myself since I was five years old. You have to be strong and tough in my neighborhood. You take what you want ‘cause nobody’s gonna give you anything. No jobs. No money. You gotta take it. You gotta be big and strong and just take it. Only the strong survive.” He flexed his arm again and looked at his bulging muscle.

Then he looked back at me. “You got a pretty little white face,” he said. “You almost look like a girl. You’re so puny. My ten year old brother’s bigger than you are. I bet you got a real tight white ass too. A puny little white punk with a tight white ass. The Muscle Guns are gonna fuck the shit fucked outta you. They fuck the shit outta the other prisoners. They fuck whoever they want. Oh yeah, I’m gonna be a Muscle Gun so I’m gonna fuck you too. I got a big cock and its gonna love fucking a little white punk like you. I love to fuck.” He reached down to his pants and unzipped his fly. His cock sprang up. It was hard and it was huge. I had heard black guys had huge cocks and this kid had a giant one. He grinned at me and stroked his cock. “It’s like a battering ram. Big and hard, just like my body. It’s gonna love battering your little ass.” I had never fucked anybody in my life and this 14 year old kid sounded like he had done a lot of fucking, and now he was going to fuck me. Now I was almost crying. Oh my god, I thought to myself. What have I done to myself?

The black kid turned to the two Mexicans. They were both about my age and they each outweighed the black kid by 10 or more pounds, although they had a lot of fat on their bodies along with some muscle. And they had tattoos. I was sure they were members of a Mexican gang. “Yo! You speak English?” yelled the back kid. He knew they spoke English. He was taunting them. “Shut the fuck up!” yelled one of the Mexicans. “If you don’t shut up we’re gonna fuck you up real bad. We’re not afraid of the Muscle Guns. We got muscle too. So shut the fuck up.” The black kid laughed. “You ain’t seen the Muscle Guns yet. You little brown shits ain’t nothing to them. They’re gonna grind you up.” The two Mexicans glared at the black kid. One of them said menacingly, “The Muscle Guns are cocksuckers. They’re all fuckin’ cocksuckers. They’re all little punk black pussies. I’m gonna make ‘em suck my cock.” The black kid gave them the finger and said “Oh you’re gonna pay.”

We drove along and the black kid intimidated me the whole time. He would flex his arm and watch me look at his bulging muscle. He would make a fist and punch his leg, real hard. He would pull up his tee shirt and flex his abs, an eight pack of corrugated muscle. The kid had absolutely no fat on his body. He would pull up the sleeve of his shirt and flex his big delt muscle as he made punching motions. He would stick his leg out in the aisle and flex his thigh muscles. I could see the bulging muscle strain the fabric of his jeans. I couldn’t believe how much muscle this 14 year old kid had. And he would grin at me and stroke his cock as he looked down at my little butt. All this time I was looking at him with tears streaming down my face. He thought it was funny.

We got to the camp and a guard came into the bus and unlocked our handcuffs. “Follow me,” he said. We followed the guard, a big black guy who looked pretty mean. The black kid was first. He was almost skipping. He was really looking forward to Youth Camp. The Mexican kids were next, kind of slumped down and looking at the black kid with disgust. I was last. I definitely didn’t want to be there.

We got processed. I found out the black kid’s name was Jamal and he found out my name was John. We had to turn in our clothes and we were issued prison clothes. It was summer. We would be wearing tee shirts and shorts. They sized up our waist sizes. Because I was so small, I needed a size 28 waist. Then I looked over when they were sizing up Jamal. His waist looked about the same size as mine, but he flexed his muscles and blew up his waist as they were measuring him. So they measured him at size 29. His waist went back to its normal size - a shredded eight pack of muscle - and he put on the shorts. The shorts were a now way too big for his waist so they sagged way down on his hips, exposing the top of his firm round muscle butt and his lower ab muscles and hip flexors. You could almost see his crotch hairs. He was sagging real low. And he was going commando. No boxers, just his buff body. “Perfect fit,” he said as he saw me staring at his sag and his abs and butt. And his legs were incredibly big and cut.

We then got our shirts and I of course got a men’s small. My chest was tiny and even the men’s small fit loosely on my body. Jamal got a men’s large. I got a look at his body as he took off his own shirt and put on the Youth Camp shirt. He was incredibly muscular. He was more muscular than just about any kid in my school. The large men’s shirt fitted a little snugly over his muscles. His shoulders and chest were huge for a kid his age and you could see his pec muscles pushing out the shirt and his shoulders looked like cannonballs of muscle. His arms were big and muscular, hanging like pieces of muscle meat at his side. You could see the striations of the individual muscles flex as he moved his arms. A big vein ran down his biceps to his forearms, which were filled with muscle and covered with veins. Jamal looked at his body in his Youth Camp clothes and smiled.

The guard brought us to one of the two the dormitories where we would be sleeping. There were over 100 two man bunk beds in the dormitory. He brought us to two bunk beds that I guess were unused. “Here’s your bed.” He pointed to the Mexicans. “You two get these bunks. Flip a coin or something to see who gets the top.” Then he turned to Jamal and me. “You two get these bunks. You can flip too. We got diversity here. No changing beds to sleep with your own race.” Jamal looked at me. Then he whispered. “I’m takin’ the top. Then I can jump down and fuck you any time I want.” He rubbed his cock into my little butt. I trembled. We wouldn’t be flipping a coin. Jamal took what he wanted.

 

Part 2

The guard said, “Okay, now you go to the exercise yard. You got about an hour before lunch.” He led us to the door and we walked outside. There were over 200 kids standing around. I immediately noticed that all the kids were standing with kids of their own race. We were diverse inside the dormitory but all the diversity stopped in the exercise yard. The kids were staring at us newcomers. And we were staring at them. I noticed that there were two groups of black kids. There were about 25 black kids standing in the middle of the yard next to a pullup bar, some parallel bars and a couple of benches. These kids were huge! I knew immediately that these kids were the Muscle Guns Gang. They were just as big as Jamal had described them. They all had huge muscular bodies but the most amazing them about them was their arms. Their arms were gigantic. They had the biggest most muscular arms I had ever seen. The muscle guns. They weren’t wearing their shirts and their bodies were covered with sweat. It looked like they had been working out. But there were no weights around. How could they build bodies like that with no weights? I asked myself. There were several guys standing around the Muscle Guns looking at them. I figured they must have been watching them work out.

Then there was another group of black kids. They were wearing their shirts. Some of them were fat. Some of them were skinny. They definitely weren’t members of the gang. There was a group of latinos, mainly Mexicans, and a small group of whites. The two Mexicans immediately walked over to their group and I walked over to the white guys. Jamal strutted up to the gang members.

When I came up to the white guys one of them said, “Whoa little chicken. I hope you like getting fucked. ‘Cause those big Muscle Guns are gonna fuck the shit outta you.” I looked at the huge black dudes and then back at him. “I’ve never been fucked before. I don’t wanna get fucked! Help me!” The white kid shook his head. “Look at how big they are. Look at their fuckin’ arms! They got more muscle in one of those arms than I got in my whole body. And they’re strong as shit! You’re toast, dude. You’re gonna be their fucking toy, until another little blond dude comes in here. Look at Ricky here. He’s been fucked so many times his ass is raw. I bet he’s glad to see you.” I looked over at another small white kid who looked like he had been through a war. His face and body were bruised, his body was thin and he looked like he was in pain. He looked at me and said, “Their muscles are so big and so strong. Their cocks are so huge and hard. Don’t even try to fight the Muscle Guns. They always win. You’ll just get more battered if you fight. And yeah, I’m glad to see you. Maybe I can go a whole day without getting fucked.”

I turned white. I looked at the huge gang members who were talking to Jamal. Jamal had taken off his shirt and was flexing his muscles for the gang, who were checking him out and feeling his flexed biceps. They were nodding their heads. They were all huge. “How did they get so big? There aren’t any weights around here. You need heavy weights to get big like that.” The guy laughed. “Oh yeah, you need heavy weights all right. There used to be weights in here. The Muscle Guns got so big and strong that they were intimidating the guards. Fuck, they’re all way stronger than any guard. So they took the weights away, just leaving the gymnastics equipment you see, a pullup bar, the parallel bars and some pushup bars on the ground and a couple of benches left over from the weight days.”

I looked at the equipment and then at the huge muscular bodies on these boys, all 13 to 17 years of age. I looked at their gigantic arms. They had so much muscle on their black bodies. “How, how?” I stammered. The white guy looked over and said, “I think Deshawn is gonna show you now. Deshawn’s the leader of the gang. He’s 16 and he weighs 265 pounds. Six feet three inches of solid muscle. Look at his fucking arms. They’re 24 inches! Just think of that, 24 inch arms on a 16 year old kid! He’s so fucking strong. Now watch.” Deshawn pointed to a Mexican who was standing with some other boys almost like soldiers around the gang members. The kid was pretty big but he had a lot of fat on his body. He stepped forward towards Deshawn. Deshawn grabbed him in his armpit and in his crotch and jerked him up to a curl position. Then he started curling the boy. The kid must have weighed 150 pounds easy and Deshawn was curling him like it was nothing. “Oh fuck!” I cried out. “We’re the weights!” I watched Deshawn’s biceps as he curled the kid. They seemed to grow with each rep, getting bigger, more defined, just bulging under his thin skin. He did 10 reps and then switched the kid around so his arms were working with the other side of the kid’s body. This was obviously to even out the weight. I gasped as I saw his biceps bulge with unbelievable muscle as he cranked out rep after rep. He got to 10 and dropped the kid on the ground. The kid scampered up and went back and stood at attention. I realized that all the kids standing there were the weights. They were waiting to be ordered by one of the gang members.

Deshawn knew that everyone in the yard was watching him as he curled the boy. He raised his arms in the air and flexed them for all to see. I couldn’t believe the size of his flexed biceps. I could see the strands of muscle fibers and the muscle was covered with veins. His triceps were huge too. I could only imagine what exercises he did to build up his huge tricep muscle. A lot of prisoners built that muscle. “Muscle Guns rule!” he yelled. I couldn’t believe this huge kid was the same age as me. He outweighed me by 170 pounds. One hundred seventy pounds of muscle and bone. I felt so weak looking at his huge black body. There was no doubt who ran this camp.

He turned towards Jamal and told him to curl a punk. This was going to be Jamal’s first strength test. Jamal looked over at me and smiled. He walked over and grabbed my upper arm. Then he dragged me over to the gang. I tried to pull away, but he was much too strong. The more I tried to drag, the harder he gripped my arm. He drove his big strong fingers deep into my bicep almost hitting my bone. I cried out in pain. I remembered how the other kid had warned me not to even try to fight. “They always win,” he said. And Jamal was winning. His big forearm muscles were crushing my little bicep like they were crushing Jello. “Move, punk!” he yelled as he squeezed harder and dragged me along. Tears were running down my face. I stopped resisting and walked along with him. Only then did he relax his grip.

We walked up to the gang members and he stood me in front of Deshawn. He was ten inches taller than me so my eyes were staring at his huge pec muscles. They were gigantic globes of muscle with fibers showing through his thin black skin. I shuddered as I thought about the strength those muscles possessed. I moved my eyes up past his thick neck to his face, which was staring down at me like a warlord staring down at a puny serf. His face was brutally handsome. He had broad cheekbones and a big manly jaw. His lips were thick and his nose as wide. I looked out and almost gasped as I saw how wide his shoulders were. They were at least a foot wider than mine and they were capped with bowling balls of thick muscle, which twitched as he moved his huge 24 inch arms, the guns of a huge muscle machine. Jamal saw me gasping as I looked at Deshawn’s body. “This is John,” he said. “He’s the same age as you Deshawn but as you can see he’s a puny little white punk. He looks like a girl. Look at his face. Look at his pretty blue eyes. And that blond hair. His skin is so white, like milk. Nice ass too.” Jamal pulled up my shirt and rubbed my soft white belly. Then he rubbed his hand over my little bubble butt. Deshawn licked his lips and kind of groaned. He raised his huge hands and rubbed them on my face, looking at my blue eyes. His hands and fingers were twice the size of mine and they were very rough and callused. This kid was a man! He opened my mouth and checked out my very white teeth. He ran his hands through my blond hair. He felt my skinny arms and my weak little chest. He rubbed his huge hand on my flabby white gut. It was almost like this was a slave auction, with me being the slave. Instead of the white masters checking out the black slaves, this huge black leader of the Muscle Guns was checking out the new white punk, the punk that was going to be his slave. Then he ran his hands down to my ass and felt my butt. He groaned again. “Cute little chicken,” he said as he moved his hand over to his crotch and stroked his cock, which was now hard. I gulped as I saw the massive cock under his pants. It was at least a foot long and very thick. Oh my god, I thought. Is this huge kid going to fuck me? Is that huge cock gonna be forced into my little virgin ass? I started crying.

Deshawn slapped me across the face with the hardest slap I had ever felt. “Shuddup!” he yelled. He looked at me and held his hand out, ready to give me another slap. His arm was so huge, throbbing with rippling muscle. I looked at 24 inches of rock hard muscle ready to slap my face so hard it might break my bones. My knees got weak as I saw all that muscle in Deshawn’s arm. I didn’t want that muscle hitting me. I felt so weak and inferior as Deshawn held his huge arm in front of my face. I stopped crying and looked at him in fear. Here was this kid my own age owning me like a slave. All the prisoners were the slaves of these huge black kids. I trembled in fear. “Curl him, nigga,” said Deshawn and he pushed me over to Jamal. “Curl him with your Muscle Guns. Make ‘em grow huge! You’re gonna be a huge young animal if you make it into the gang.”

 

Part 3

One of the other gang members stood me in front of Jamal. “Okay punk. You keep your legs and arms stiff and straight. If you loosen up and fall, I’m gonna smash your gut so hard you’ll wish you were dead.” He flexed his big black arm in my face and pushed it against my cheeks. I could feel how hot and hard his muscles were. His arm must have been at least 20 inches big. All these kids had such big guns! I nodded my head. I stood straight and stiff. Jamal jammed his hands under my armpit and my crotch and pulled me up in to a curling position. Then he started curling me, lifting my 95 pounds of wimpy white boy flab like he was lifting a broomstick. I watched his biceps bulge as they lifted me. When I was down they looked like steel cords in his arm. Then as they lifted me they bunched up into a huge ball of muscle with fibers and veins visible everywhere. And the muscle seened to get bigger with every rep. Jamal’s strong young heart was pumping tons of blood into his working muscle and that muscle was bursting with energy, growing and pumping up bigger and bigger. Jamal finished 10 reps and then dropped me to my feet. He grabbed me with his other hands so he could do another 10 reps with my torso on his left hand. He had taken his key from Deshawn. When you’re using kids as weights you have to do the same number of reps with each side because kids are not evenly divided like iron barbells. But kids make great weights and they come in lots of weight sizes, all the way from the smallest 13 year olds to the biggest, fattest 17 year olds. And all these kid weights were being used by the Muscle Guns to build their gigantic muscles.

Jamal cranked out another 10 reps. My eyes were fixated on his arms, which looked like they had grown an inch in size. His muscles were literally bulging out of his skin. Every fiber was visible and veins were surging with blood. A thin sweat covered his skin. His skin was red hot and flushed with blood and stretched by the buiging muscle. He finished his 10 reps and dropped me to the ground, like he was dropping a barbell not a live kid. He flexed his muscles for Deshawn and I looked up at him in awe. This 14 year old kid was already big and strong and he was going to get even bigger and stronger. His arms looked huge. Not as big as most of the other gang members but bigger than any 16 year old arms I had ever seen. And his arms looked bigger than the guns on some of the younger gang members. His face was very handsome. He had a confident look as he flexed for Deshawn. He knew he had the body of a Muscle Gun. Here was this kid who had used food stamps all his life who had the incredibly muscular body that I and everyone I knew wished we had.

Deshawn nodded his head. He knew he had another Muscle Gun. “Pushups!” he yelled. One of the other gang members turned to Jamal. “Regular pushups are too easy. You’re gonna do weighted pushups. The little white punk is gonna sit on your back and you do the pushups with your weight and his weight. We’ll see what you can do.” Jamal looked at me and laughed. “You’re just a fucking weight. A white piece of weight that’s gonna make my muscles huge.” He punched me in the shoulder as he laughed. His punch almost knocked me down even though I’m sure he thought he had thrown a very light punch. He was a very strong kid.

Jamal got in a push up position and the other gang members told me where to sit on his back. I was facing backwards with my butt between his shoulders and my feet pressing up against his muscular round bubble butt. “Okay, go!” yelled one of the gangsters. Jamal pushed with his big arms and we both went up. “Fuckin’ easy!” he yelled. He dropped down and pressed us up again. It was like there was nothing on his back. His chest and shoulder and arm muscles were incredibly strong. They had benched 300 pounds of iron. His weight and my weight were nothing to them. I felt his butt muscles flex as he pushed. They were so hard and so round. Then I reached down and touched his shoulder muscles. I could feel the fibers flexing and bulging as he pushed us up and down with ease. I gulped as I felt the strength of his muscles. He did 25 reps and then bucked me off his body onto the ground. He jumped up and flexed his pecs and smiled at Deshawn. Deshawn nodded his head. I stood up and Jamal came up and bumped his big pecs into my chest. “Fuckin’ strong!” he said. “You ain’t shit to my big muscles. You’re just a fuckin’ weight. And my muscles can always push around the weights.” He bumped me again, almost knocking me on my ass. “Puny little white punk,” he said. He already had the gangster attitude of the Muscle Guns.

Next Jamal did pullups with me hanging on his waist. I was just his weight. He easily did 10 pullups with my extra 95 pounds hanging from his body. Deshawn nodded when he had finished. Jamal went over and stood in front of Deshawn, who looked at the gang members who were nodding their heads. “After your initiation, you will be a Muscle Gun,” said Deshawn. “For your initiation, you will fuck the little white punk. You fuck him as hard as you want. We want to see that your big nigga cock is as big and hard as your muscles. The Muscle Guns got big muscles and big cocks. We’re big niggas and we fuck whoever we want. We wanna see you fuck, nigga. We’re gonna stand around you so none of the guards can see. Fuck the shit outta the little white punk.”

Jamal looked at me and grinned. He rubbed his cock, which was already hard underneath his prison shorts. All the Muscle Guns circled around us. Jamal and I were surrounded by a wall of black muscle. Their bodies glistened with sweat. Their huge arms hung at their sides like big hams of meat, the muscle guns that ruled the camp.

They pulled down their pants, exposing their huge cocks, which were already hard. They were getting off seeing the new black kid dominate me and they could hardly wait to see him fuck the shit out of me. I tried to run away but I ran right into the huge chest of one of the gang members. I couldn’t believe how big and hard that muscle felt. He grabbed me with his huge arms, lifted me into the air and threw me over towards Jamal. I lay on the ground looking up at the dominant black youth. Jamal reached down and slapped me across the face. “You’re my bitch,” he yelled. “You’re my little white bitch!”

He ripped off his shorts and shirt and stood before me totally nude. This was the first time I had seen Jamal’s whole body and I was stunned. This kid was built! His muscles were pumped and bulging and they were incredibly shredded. He didn’t have an ounce of fat on his muscular body. He was only 14 years old, but he had more muscle on his black body than any kid I had ever seen at my school, even the seniors. Jamal’s cock was rock hard and it was huge. It was about 10 inches long and very thick. I gasped as I saw the size of his muscles and his cock. The other gang members were cheering as they saw how incredibly muscular Jamal already was and how big his cock was. They were getting ready for their new gang member to totally fuck the little white punk. They rubbed their hard black cocks.

“Strip!” yelled Jamal as he circled me like a lion circling his prey. My eyes were fixated on Jamal’s body as I stripped off my shirt and shorts. He must have outweighed me by more than 50 pounds and he was all muscle. The skinny little 95 pound 16 year old white boy faced the big muscular 150 pound 14 year old black boy. I trembled as I saw his bulging muscles and his rock hard cock. “Get on your knees!” he ordered. I hesitated and he slapped me hard across the face two times. “Get on your knees, punk!” he yelled as he held his hand out ready to slap me again. Slowly I got on my knees and faced my new master. His body was hot and sweaty and his muscles were glistening. I looked at his cock, a big black rock hard cock that was twice the size of my little white one. “Lick my balls!!” he yelled. I hesitated and he slapped me real hard. I had never been slapped that hard in my whole life. “Lick!!” he yelled. There was no way I could resist him so I started licking his balls. “Ummm, oh yeah, feels real good having your little tongue licking my big black balls. Feel how big my balls are punk. They’re full of cum and that cum is gonna be rammed up your little white ass.” Jamal’s balls were huge, way bigger than my balls. I could smell his crotch sweat as I licked and as he moaned in pleasure. “Suck ‘em. Suck my balls and lick my cock!” I immediately obeyed, not wanting to get slapped again. All the Muscle Gun gang members were yelling. “Yeah, nigga. Make that white boy make you feel real good. That’s what white boys are for. To make us feel real good. They ain’t good for nothin’ else.”

I sucked and licked and Jamal got hotter and hotter. “Lick my cock!” he yelled and I immediately started licking his huge cock. I ran my tongue over it and sucked the head, wrapping my tongue around his penis as I licked and sucked. He went wild. He grabbed on to the back of my head and jammed his cock into my mouth, ramming it all the way down my throat. He wasn’t gentle. He was rough. I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to gag, but I couldn’t. I had a huge 10 inch cock down my throat. Jamal started thrusting his hips as he held on to my head, pulling his cock in and out of my throat. He was yelling in pleasure as the tender membranes of my mouth and throat gave pleasure to his big hard cock. My throat was getting raw from that huge cock pounding in and out. Tears were coming down my cheeks. Jamal didn’t care. All I was there for was to give him pleasure.

Finally he started yelling louder. His thrusts became more rapid. I thought I was going to die. Then he came, gushing spurt after spurt of cum down my throat. He must have cum for over a minute as his big balls filled up my stomach with a huge amount of black teenage cum. Finally he was done and he pulled out his cock, which was still hard. He rubbed it with his fingers and moaned as he felt more pleasure. I looked over and saw that the other Muscle Guns had cum too. Cum was splattered all over. They had really gotten off watching Jamal fuck me.

 

Part 4

I thought it was over, but how wrong I was. Teenage black boys can cum over and over again and these boys were the studs of the studs. They had enormous muscles and enormous cocks and the ability to fuck and fuck and fuck. I looked up at Jamal, who was stroking his cock with one hand and flexing his other arm as the Muscle Guns were cheering. His body was covered with sweat and his muscles were bulging. His abs were incredible, hot and sweaty and pumped up from thrusting his cock in and out of my throat. Suddenly he grabbed me and stood me up. He started running his hand over my ass, my little white bubble butt. “Oh yeah,” he said. “My nice little white bitch.” I shuddered as I saw his huge cock which was rock hard all over again. He spit a couple of times on my butt and rubbed the spit into my ass crack with his fingers. Then he spit on his cock. This was all the lubrication my little virgin ass was going to get.

He pushed my chest down so my little ass was now pointing right at him. Then without warning he slapped me hard across my right cheek. I screamed out in pain. Then he slapped me across my left cheek. I cried out again. I had never been slapped or spanked that hard in my life. I knew my butt was now flush and rosy. A lily white butt now rosy pink from all the blood surging into my skin after Jamal had slapped my little butt with his big strong hand. “Oh yeah, a nice pink butt. I get real turned on when a little white bubble butt turns all pink when I slap the little bitch right in his little ass. Oh yeah!” He slapped me hard four more times and I groaned in pain.

Then he grabbed my chest and rammed his cock right into my butt, all the way in. The power of his thrust was enormous. His huge cock blasted its way through my sphincter muscles, splitting them in half as it rammed all the way into my ass. I yelled in abject pain. “Nice and tight!” Jamal yelled. All the other Muscle Guns were yelling and clapping as they watched their newest member ram his big black cock into my little pink ass. Jamal didn’t waste any time. He immediately started thrusting his cock in and out of my ass as he slapped my butt cheeks with his free hand. He fucked and he slapped. He was driving himself wild with erotic excitement. The yelling of the gang members made him even more wild. I was moaning in pain but Jamal didn’t care. He was totally aroused and all he cared about was how he felt. And he felt good. Finally he started cumming, and the cum felt real good inside my ass. There was now more lubricant and he continued to thrust as he came over and over again. It was still painful but it was also somewhat erotic for me. Getting fucked by this big black boy was turning me on. My cock grew a little even though I was groaning in pain. Pain and pleasure was now totally mixed together. Jamal fucked me for another minute or two, squeezing the last drops of cum out of his big hard cock. And my cock was now rock hard as I felt the thrusts of his huge weapon in my asshole. Even though I was hard, my dick was puny at 5-1/2 inches.

Finally Jamal stopped fucking me and slowly pulled his cock out of my ass. I collapsed onto the ground hoping I was done. But I wasn’t. Two huge hands grabbed my shoulders and lifted me up to my feet. The arms attached to those hands were the biggest, most muscular arms I had ever seen. They were the arms of Deshawn. I was now facing the huge boy and I gasped as I saw Deshawn’s huge shoulders, gigantic pecs and rippling abs. I was standing in front of the biggest most muscular man I had ever seen. And this kid was only 16 years old. He was naked, standing in front of me like a god. He was looking into my blue eyes. He rubbed his hands into my blond hair and then rubbed those huge rough hands all over my pale white body. “Cute little white boy,” he said. “Cute little white boy’s gonna get the shit fucked out of him by the biggest, baddest black dude there ever was.” He flexed his gigantic pecs and rammed my face into them, rubbing my face between the two huge masses of muscle. I was both in awe and in fear as I thought about just how strong that muscle was. I reached out with my hands and felt his rock hard corrugated ab muscles. They felt like bricks. He rubbed my face in his pecs as I pushed back on his rock like abs. It was like I was pushing on a stone wall. Then I looked down and saw his huge cock. It was rock hard and it was gigantic. It must have measured 15 inches long and it was almost as thick as a beer can. I gasped in horror.

Deshawn grabbed my little cock and laughed. “Puny little white punk ain’t got much of a dick, but this little thing is rock hard. You turned him on Jamal. The little punk is all turned on. Well punk, Jamal is just a boy. Now you’re gonna service a man, white boy. You’re gonna service a real man!” He fondled his cock which jumped around, pulsating with power. He flexed his legs and the huge muscle bulged with incredible thickness and striations. Veins were popping out all over his huge legs. I never saw legs that big in my life. Then I looked again at his gigantic cock, which was twitching, getting ready to fuck. I started trembling in fear. Deshawn put his two huge fingers in my butt and moved them around. “You got him nice and lubricated, Jamal. Lots of hot nigga cum in there. Maybe he’ll be able to take my huge cock with out too much internal damage. I almost killed a few guys with my cock. They were in the hospital for weeks, But they were good fucks and that’s all I cared about. And I think you’re gonna be a real good fuck, white boy. You’re so fucking cute. Your blond hair. Your blue eyes, Your smooth white skin. You little pink bubble butt. Oh yeah! Nice fuck! “ He was stroking his cock and it was hard as a rock.

He turned me around so my butt was facing him and lifted me up with his two huge arms. Then he lowered me with one arm and put his cock an inch inside my ass with his other hand. Then he forced me down about eight inches onto his huge cock. Seven more inches of thick steel pipe were still outside of my asshole. “Oh yeah, nice and tight,” he said. “You ready for a man, white boy? You ready for a real man’s cock?” I groaned, “No. No, no!” He laughed. “You ain’t got no vote. I’m the man and I vote. And I vote yes!” Then he jammed me all the way down onto his cock and I yelled in pain. I had 15 inches of thick black cock jammed up my asshole. His huge thick dick went all to way up to my lungs. “Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun!” he yelled as he started thrusting me up and down on his huge cock. My little 95 pounds was nothing to his big arms, arms that could military press 450 pounds and bench 700 pounds. I squealed in abject pain. He laughed and thrust me up and down even harder. “Does my big dick hurt you little white boy? Can’t you take the cock of a real man? A man like you’ll never be. A huge black man who rules this whole prison. Oh yeah. I rule your smooth white body. I rule your blue eyes. I rule your blond hair. And I rule your tight little ass!” I was crying. Tears were streaming down my face. All the other Muscle Guns were yelling and clapping as their huge 16 year old leader fucked the shit out of my ass.

He lifted me up and down like he was lifting a feather and he was moaning in pleasure with each lift. My tight little white ass was giving him a fantastic fuck. I was crying in pain and he was moaning in pleasure. The lifts became faster and faster as he got hotter and hotter. I could just imagine the huge muscles in his shoulders bulging with enormous size as they lifted my little body faster and faster, getting more and more pumped and huge. Finally he started yelling and I felt spurt after spurt of cum blasting into my asshole. He kept lifting me up and down as he came and he came and he came. He was now groaning in pleasure as the sensitive skin on his huge cock was blasting its way through my asshole and intestines as the last drops of cum flowed out of his huge cock. Finally he was finished and he lifted me up, spun me around and wrapped his huge arms around my chest. His cock was still hard and it was pushed up against my soft stomach by his rock hard abs. I looked over and gasped as I saw his shoulder. So massive, so muscular, so cut to shreds with each fiber of muscle twitching and flexing under his thin black sweaty skin. He squeezed me into his body. His cock was crushing my stomach and his chest and his pecs were crushing my upper chest. He could have crushed me to death right there. “Nice fuck, white boy. Welcome to Youth Camp.” Then he released me from his bear hug, grabbed my by my armpit and crotch and lifted me high in the air. He walked out of the ring of Muscle Guns with me in the air and tossed me ten feet into the group of white boys who were staring at him in awe. I crashed into the white boys and they grabbed me so I didn’t land on the ground. Deshawn went back to the gang and they all gave themselves high fives and yelled at each other as the dominant animals that they were. And Jamal was now a Muscle Gun.

I was sobbing. The white boys looked at me with a look of despair and hopelessness. I realized that each one of them had also been fucked many times by the Muscle Guns. “Where were the guards?” I sobbed. “Where were the fucking guards?” One of the white guys laughed. “The Muscle Guns rule the guards. They’re all way stronger than the guards. And the guards like ‘em because they keep the rest of us under control. We don’t have any fights in here because if anybody gets into a fight the Muscle Guns smash their fists into the fighters’ chests or guts. Can you imagine the power of one of those punches? Look at their fucking arms! One of their punches is enough to send you to the hospital. And nobody fights the Muscle Guns. They control everything.” I looked over at the Muscle Guns and then at the other prisoners. The Muscle Guns were huge powerful muscle men even though they were the same age as the other prisoners. The other prisoners were fat or skinny boys. They were no match to those the huge muscle thugs. I looked at Deshawn’s huge body and shuddered. “Oh fuck,” I whimpered.

I put on my clothes and heard the bell ringing. “Lunch time!” yelled one of the thugs. “I’m hungry!” He flexed his arm and looked at his bulging bicep. “My muscles want food! Lotsa food!” We all walked towards the cafeteria. All the other prisoners stood back while the Muscle Guns went first. There was a food line, with each prisoner getting the same food, some hamburger meat, some mashed potatoes, some peas and a piece of bread. Plus water. Deshawn was first in line, getting his portion of the food, which was the same portion as all the other prisoners would get. I looked at the small portion of food on Deshawn’s plate and then I looked at his huge body. There sure didn’t look like enough food to feed his gigantic muscles. The other Guns followed Deshawn in what was obviously a pecking order, with the biggest, strongest ones going first and the younger boys going last. Jamal was last. The Guns sat at two tables in the middle of the cafeteria and they started wolfing down their food. Deshawn stuffed his mouth with food so fast it was gone in a minute. He looked over at the line and smiled. Two of the younger Guns put their trays on the table and stood at the end of the line. As soon as the next inmate came through the line, the inmate took his meat and put it on the plate the young Gun was holding. Then the next boy did the same thing. Every one of the inmates was taking his meat and giving it to the two young black thugs. Sometimes the thugs would yell “peas” or “potatoes” or “bread”. That meant the prisoner had to give up that too, in addition to his meat. The young Guns brought the food to the two tables and the Guns grabbed the meats and the vegetables and the bread wolfed them down. Two hundred inmates walked through that line and every one of their meats was eaten by the 25 Young Guns sitting at the center tables. Plus a lot of extra peas, potatoes and bread. I gasped as I saw what was happening. These huge boys were eating ten portions of meat. The other inmates were eating no meat at all and some of them weren’t getting any bread or vegetables either. The thugs were like eating machines, filling up their stomachs so their huge muscles would get even bigger.

Then something happened. One of the inmates grabbed his meat while he was still in line and took a bite out of it. One of the Guns saw him and yelled, “The bitch ate our meat!” He walked up, took the inmate’s whole tray away from him, handing it to the hungry thugs. Then he grabbed the poor boy’s arm and twisted it up his back. The thug couldn’t have been more than 15 years old but his muscles were huge. Like the other thugs he wasn’t wearing a shirt and his arms hung like huge hams down from his bulging shoulders. His arm must have measured 18 inches. Eighteen inches of rippling black muscle. He twisted the poor boy’s arm up his back. The boy was so weak it was like the black thug was twisting a little straw. His huge muscles flexed as they applied enormous pressure. They were so big and strong next to the weak little muscles on the boy’s arm. Then there was a snapping sound. a sound sort of like when you pull a chicken leg off its body. The boy cried out in pain. His shoulder was now dislocated. His arm had been torn away from his shoulder by the enormous force of the black boy’s muscles. And the black boy hadn’t even been exerting himself. Snapping the boy’s arm was easy. “That’s what you get for eating our meat, bitch. You ain’t nothin’ to me. I coulda ripped your arm right off your puny little body. The Guns get all the meat and you don’t get shit!” He flexed the huge arm than had just destroyed the boy’s shoulder and pushed the boy’s face into the bulging muscle. Then he bumped the boy hard with his huge chest, thrusting his bulging pecs into the skinny frame of the weak little boy. The boy fell on the floor and crawled away crying. The next day he had a cast on his arm. But he didn’t tell the doctor what had happened to him. He said he fell down the stairs. If he had told the truth, he would get so smashed he would be in the hospital for a month. I thought to myself how easy it was for that big black muscle thug to completely cripple that boy in just one jerk of his big arm. It was like he was doing just one more rep of an exercise and he totally tore off the arm of the boy. I shuddered as I thought about that boy’s strength. He could cripple all of us and he wouldn’t even work up a sweat. I looked at his huge arm, a gun that could tear off both of my arms and I shook my head thinking about all that strength.

I sat at the white boy table. The thugs had taken my bread, so one of the white guys gave me a piece of his bread. “We always share,” he said. “The thugs take whatever they want. They usually take all our meat. Once in awhile, when the meat is really gross, they let us have some of it. But most of the time they eat it all. They say they need tons of protein to feed their huge muscles and we don’t need shit. There’s nothing we can do about it. They are so big and so strong. And all that meat makes ‘em even stronger. You saw what that thug did to the boy who tried to eat some meat. He is so strong he didn’t even have to strain his huge muscles to pull out that kid’s arm. Every one of those thugs is incredibly strong. The rest of us are weak little wimps to them. They can smash us any time they want. There’s nothing you can do about it, white boy. They’re strong and we’re weak. If they take your bread or your vegetables, we’ll all share. We have to share to survive.” I looked over at Jamal who was eating another piece of meat and a piece of bread. He looked over at me and smiled. Then he mouthed “Gettin’ huge!” He flexed his arm at me and stuffed another piece of meat in his mouth. I shuddered as I watched this 14 year old black muscle thug stuff all that protein in his mouth. I could almost see his muscles growing.

 

Part 5

After lunch we all went out to the yard again. Most of the Guns sat around talking to each other, digesting all the food in their full stomachs. Their afternoon workout would come about a hour later. There were a couple of Guns with pieces of paper in their hands and a pencil that somehow they had smuggled into the yard. Every so often, one of the inmates would very slowly approach the Guns. He didn’t want to move fast because he didn’t want to be destroyed by the Guns’ huge muscles. It was like he was slowly approaching his masters, with an offering in his hand. He handed what looked like some money to the Guns and the Gun with the pencil made a check on one of the pieces of paper. Then he backed away very slowly, always facing the huge Guns, never showing his butt to those huge muscle thugs. I wondered what was going on there.

Some of the inmates were playing basketball. There was a small court and about 25 guys were shooting baskets with the three balls that were there. Most of the players were all very thin. There weren’t getting much protein at all and their teenage bodies showed it. A few of them were quite tall, but they were like sticks. Stick boys shooting baskets.

Then two of the Muscle Guns walked towards the court. The looked to be about 15 years old and their bodies were bulging with rippling muscles. They weren’t as tall as some of the stick boys, probably about six feet tall, but they were strong, very strong. All of a sudden the stick boys stopped shooting baskets. They dropped the balls and ran off the court. And they stood around to watch these two black muscle thugs play basketball.

One of the Guns grabbed a ball and dribbled to the basket. He jumped and dunked the ball into the basket. My mouth dropped open. I couldn’t believe how high he could jump. His muscles were huge. His legs were thick with muscle and his calves were enormous. I know he was incredibly strong. But now I could see he was fast and lithe too. His muscles hadn’t slowed him down at all. He was very strong but he was also very fast and agile. He was like a strong young animal with absolutely no physical weaknesses.

The two boys played one on one with each other, dribbling to the basket, making slam dunks, and hitting each other so hard with their muscular bodies, both on offense and defense, that most players would have been knocked over by the incredible power of those muscles. But these boys were having fun. Their bodies could take the punishment. Their bodies could give it out and they could take it. They had strong bodies. They had hard bodies. They were strong young studs.

I remembered reading about the development of high school basketball players in the 21st century. It used to be that weight training was frowned upon by coaches. Coaches thought it slowed down the players. Then some players began weight training anyway and they got so much more muscular and stronger than the other stick players that they could push them around and play with them like toys. And the weight training didn’t slow them down. They got stronger and more aggressive. They could run faster and jump higher. And their shoulders and arms were so strong they could run right through the other players. So high school coaches changed their ways. Now they wanted their players to “muscle up.” The kids started lifting as soon as they hit puberty, 12 or 13 years old. And then the coaches could see who were the men and who were the boys. Some of the players put on muscle immediately. They added 30 pounds of muscle to their bodies in one summer. And they kept adding more muscle year after year. These kids could muscle up. These were the men. These were the stars These were the kids who were going to get a full scholarship. Some of them would go to the NBA. Think of LeBron James. Then there were the stick boys. They tried lifting but they could only add a few pounds of muscle to their tall frames. They got dominated by the muscle kids. They got pushed around by them. They were pushed aside like little insects. Their tall stick bodies just couldn’t compete with the muscle kids. Many of them dropped out. You need lots of muscle to play basketball today.

So the two Muscle Guns played one on one with each other for about 10 minutes. They were incredible athletes. They had definitely muscled up. Their shoulders were wide and covered with thick muscle. It looked like there were two melons of striated muscle on their huge shoulders. They had thick necks and big trap muscles. Their arms were rippling with muscle. I think each one of them had more muscle in one arm than I had in my whole body. Their thick lats flared down from their wide upper backs to narrow hips. They had huge pec muscles and rippling eight pack abs. Their butts bulged out with thick hard muscle and you could see their big bulges in the front of their shorts. Their legs were huge with rippling muscles and their calves were enormous. All their muscles were covered with veins. These black studs had no fat on their bodies. These 15 year old teens had definitely muscled up!

They were running at full speed up and down the court, zig zagging and dribbling the ball. They could dunk easily but they were also good at the outside shots. It was hard to defend against all that fast muscle, but once in awhile one of the muscular boys bumped his big hard body into the offensive player, knocking him off balance and then stealing the ball. Each of them would have been starting varsity players in high school, if they ever went to high school. They could have been starting players in a big college too. But they could hardly read or write. They didn’t need to. They would rule their neighborhood as Muscle Gun gang members. Their huge muscles did all the reading and writing for them. They could take whatever they wanted from all the dorks.

Then they stopped playing and looked at the stick boys who were watching them. One of the Guns pointed at five different guys, all of them taller than the thugs. He pointed at two black guys, skinny black guys who weren’t in the gang, two white guys and one Latino guy. “Get out here. We’re gonna play you!” he ordered. The chosen players got a look of total fear on their faces and they started backing away. The two thugs ran up to them, grabbed them by their arms and threw them into the court. There was no way they could escape these huge muscular boys. One of the black boys looked up at a thug and cried “You’re too big for us. You’re too strong. You’re gonna kill us.” The thug smiled and kicked the boy in the chest. “Tough shit, nigga. I said you’re gonna play us and that means you’re gonna play us. You’re a big boy, nigga. You’re taller than me. You better play good or you’re gonna feel this deep inside your gut!” The thug made a fist and moved it back and forth as he flexed his huge arm. The black boy gulped.

The stick boys all stood up. “Okay, it’s the two of us against the five of you.” He pointed at another white guy and yelled “You toss up the ball!” He threw the ball so hard at the white guy that it almost knocked him over. He stood in the center of the court and the tallest white boy stood next to him. The difference in their bodies was incredible. The white boy was six inches taller, but the black thug’s shoulders were a foot wider than the white boy’s. The black thug’s shoulders were thick with round shredded muscle while the white boy’s shoulders were just bone. The white boy’s arms looked like little sticks while the black thug’s arms looked like big hams of rippling fibers. The black boy’s muscular chest looked to be twice as big as the white boy’s. His abs were like a rock hard washboard. The white guy’s stomach looked like white paste. And then I looked at their legs. The black thug’s legs were thick and striated with muscle. The white boy’s legs looked like little sticks. The black thug’s calves were big and cut. By looking at his legs I could see why he could jump so high. This boy was made of fast twitch muscle. Big strong fast twitch muscle that could dominate any opponent. I could only imagine what this game was going to be like.

The white guy with the ball threw it in the air and then ran to the side of the court. The black thug jumped two feet higher than the white stick boy and easily batted the ball to his teammate. Then the two black thugs passed the ball back and forth to each other a couple of times while the opposing players took up defensive positions in front of their basket. They smiled at each other as they saw how skinny the stick boys were. Tall and skinny, just like basketball players from the ‘50’s. No match for their black muscle.

Suddenly one of the thugs started dribbling towards the hoop. He easily circled around one defender and then smashed his huge shoulder into another defender as he ran towards the hoop. The stick boy defender crashed to the ground. He didn’t have both of his feet planted so that was actually a foul on him. The stick boy didn’t slow the muscle kid down at all. He jumped up and slammed the ball into the basket. The stick boy looked up at the muscular youth and trembled.

Now it was the stick boys’ turn to try to make a basket. The two muscular thugs ran down to their court and stood about 15 feet in front of their basket. The five sticks dribbled the ball down and passed it back and forth as they looked at the two intimidating black boys glaring at them. One of the black stick boys decided to try a long jump shot. He began starting to shoot and instantly one of the black thugs raced in front of him. I couldn’t believe how fast that muscular kid could move. It was like a fraction of a second and he was right there. Such big, strong, fast-twitch muscles! Just as the stick boy released his shot, the thug jumped up in the air and blocked the ball, jamming it right down on the stick boy’s head. As his feet landed on the ground, his huge chest bumped the stick kid’s skinny ribs, knocking him backwards so hard he fell on his butt. Incidental contact. The incidental contact of a huge muscular rock hard body colliding with a skinny stick. “You ain’t shit, nigga!” the big thug yelled. “Get up and play!”

One of the white stick boys had managed to grab the ball and he decided to make a run for the basket. But the other huge thug was standing in his way. The white boy was a quick dribbler but he was no match for the huge black boy. The black boy was much faster and so much stronger. He hit the white boy with his shoulders, bumping him around like he was bumping a plastic toy. The white boy began stumbling and the black boy started laughing as he bumped the stick’s bony shoulders and skinny ribs with his huge muscular shoulders. Finally the black thug jammed his huge arm towards the ball and easily knocked it out of the flimsy grip of the stick boy. He grabbed the ball and dribbled down to the basket where he dunked the ball and did a pullup on the rim.

So that is how the game went. The two muscular thugs completely dominated the five stick boys, bumping them around, jamming the ball in their faces, knocking them to the ground. Finally one of the thugs saw four stick boys between him and the basket. He smiled. He dribbled and ran to the basket, running through the stick boys like they were little straws. He dunked the ball and then stood over the stick boys who were sprawled on the ground. He put a foot on a stick boy’s chest and then he flexed his legs, his arms, his lats and his chest. The stick boys were all exhausted. They were gasping for air. The black thug wasn’t even tired. A coat of sweat covered his black body, but he wasn’t even breathing hard. This game had been nothing to his strong hard muscles. He had gotten a good pump though and his body looked radiant. All his muscles were bulging with power, power than had just annilalated the stick boys below him. All the sticks looked up at him in total awe. “You bitches ain’t shit.” he said. He kicked the stick boy in the chest and then walked over and gave a high five to his thug friend. They had had their fun. They strutted over to the other Muscle Guns. The stick boys sat up, still dazed at what had happened to them.

 

Part 6

I turned away from the basketball court and saw that Jamal was heading towards me. Like all the other Muscle Guns, he was shirtless. He swaggered up to me in his shorts, hanging low over his bubble butt and exposing all of his eight pack abs. Jamal wasn’t yet as big as the two 15 year olds who had just played basketball, but I could tell he was going to put on a lot of muscle here at the Youth Camp. He was already a very muscular, strong 14 year old. He was going to be huge as a 15 year old.

“Ain’t Youth Camp great?” he said. “Oh I forgot. It’s not so great for you, ‘cause you’re not a Muscle Gun.” He laughed. “We rule you bitch.” I looked at Jamal’s incredible body. I wondered why he came up to me. Then he pointed to three huge black thugs standing about 15 feet from us talking to each other. The boys were absolutely huge and they were covered with tattoos. Their faces looked mean, like they had been in a lot of fights and won them all. I shuddered as I looked at these three incredibly muscular thugs. “See those dudes? They’re called the Killers. They each killed a couple of guys. But they were only 15 and so they got put here. They’re 16 now. One of ‘em didn’t like the way some dork was looking at him. So he walked up to the guy and bashed him in the gut. The kid buckled over and then the dude smashed his fist into the kid’s face so hard he broke all the bones and sent the bones and his fist into the kid’s brain. He had put on so much muscle in just a few months that he didn’t know how strong he was. He killed the kid with one punch. He’s put on 80 more pounds more muscle since he got here. All of the Killers have put on tons of muscle. They were big and strong when they got here but now they’re incredible. They’re some of the strongest dudes in the gang. They each weigh about 250 pounds. Two hundred fifty pounds of solid muscle. And they love to hurt people. They figure there’s nothing more the police can do to them. They love to use their huge muscles to really hurt kids. It’s kind of like a game to them. Sort of like a video game except they don’t need the video. They smash kids themselves. And they love to smash. They like to see who can hurt a kid the most. They love to feel their big fists bashing into some kid’s body.”

I gasped and croaked out “Oh my god.” Jamal grinned. “Yeah, I don’t think you wanna meet up with them. And I can help you bitch. You see, there’s an insurance company here at Youth Camp. You pay the company money every week and the company protects you from the Killers. See, all the Muscle Guns own the company. So the Guns will make sure those Killers don’t attack you. ‘Course, if you don’t pay the money it’s like hunting season for the Killers. And they love to hunt.” I groaned. “How much to I pay every week?” Jamal looked me in the eyes. “It’s $25 a week. Cash only.” I grimaced. “Gee, that’s a lot of money. That’s $100 a month from all the kids here. You guys are getting rich!” Jamal smiled. “It’s nice to be a capitalist. Supply and demand. You demand the protection and we supply. I’m the newest salesman. I’m pretty good, don’t you think?” I nodded my head. He was a great salesman. I was ready to drain my meager bank account to get protection from those three killer thugs. I looked around and saw all the new inmates were being talked to by a Muscle Gun. We were all being sold the insurance.

Then Jamal said, “Sometimes the new kids don’t believe what the salesman tells ‘em They think the salesman is lying. So there’s gonna be a little demonstration to show you the insurance is something you need.” He nodded his head at Deshawn. The other salesmen did the same thing. Deshawn walked over to a Mexican inmate. “You ain’t paid for insurance for three weeks. Your policy is cancelled!” The Mexican froze. “But I don’t have the money. I’m poor. I snuck across the border. I don’t have five dollars!” Deshawn looked at him with contempt. “Tough shit. Everybody can get money. You just didn’t try very hard. You policy is CANCELLED!” He yelled that final word.

The three killer thugs looked at the Mexican kid and sneered at him. They flexed their muscles at him. My god, their muscles were huge. These 16 year olds were almost as big as Deshawn. They had massive striated shoulders and huge chests. Their gigantic arms writhed with fibers of massive muscle that flexed under their black skin and tattoos. As massive as they were, they still had no fat on their bodies. They each had rock hard six packs. Their legs were enormous and cut and their calves were like huge diamond shaped mounds of bulging muscle. Those killers could kill with their huge muscles without even breathing hard. They started walking towards the little Mexican. He tried to run, but the three thugs were much too fast and they easily caught up. “Oh yeah, a little wetback!” said one of the thugs. “I hate spics!” He pulled back his arm and smashed his fist into the kid’s gut. This black thug could bench 600 pounds so that punch was incredibly hard. “Oh yeah, that felt real good. I think I hit your fuckin’ spine,” the thug said. He rubbed his knuckles. He liked feeling the soft flesh getting smashed by his rock hard fists. The kid started vomiting and falling to the ground. But another thug grabbed him and stood him up. Then he bashed his fist into the kid’s chest. I thought I heard a cracking sound, like that huge strong fist powered by his gigantic arm had broken a rib. The third thug smashed his fist into the other side of the kid’s chest and I heard another snap. “I love breaking bones,” he said. “It feels so good when my big muscles break some punk’s bones. It makes me feel real strong and powerful.” The first thug smashed his fist into the kid’s gut again. They didn’t aim for the kid’s face. They were going to destroy his body.

They spent about five minutes smashing the kid into nothing, bashing his gut, his chest, his shoulders, his arms and his legs. The kid had bruises all over his body. Finally the first thug wrapped his huge arms around the kid’s chest and squeezed. His lats bulged out enormously. I couldn’t believe how big and thick his lats were. They stretched his smooth black skin. And his arms were so big and muscular. He was a Muscle Gun. He had huge incredibly muscular arms. Arms that were incredibly strong. His muscles bulged under his tattoos. I watched as his huge biceps contract, crushing the kid’s ribs like they were made of paper. The kid was wedged between the bulging pec muscles of the thugs rock hard chest. The kid couldn’t breathe. Spit was drooling out of his mouth. He face was getting red. He was crying in pain. The thug squeezed harder. Snap, snap, snap! The huge muscles of the black thug broke three ribs. He spit on the kid’s face and dropped him. “Oh yeah, that felt real good,” he said as he gave his buddies high fives. “If you don’t have insurance, you can sure hurt yourself falling down those stairs,” said one of the thugs as he laughed and swaggered away. The kid writhed in pain on the ground.

Jamal looked at me and grinned. “How did you like the demonstration?” he asked. “Uh not too much,” I gurgled. “I thought it was great,!” he said. “God those guys are so strong! They’re so big and so strong. They’re so strong they were breaking bones. Did you hear that? Crack! Crack! Crack. Their muscles are so strong they can break bones! God, that is so cool. I wanna break bones. I wanna get so strong I can break bones. That will be such a rush, breaking bones with my big muscles. I’m gonna be like them in a few months. I’m gonna get huge! I’m gonna break some bitch’s bones!” He flexed his arm at me and looked at his bulging muscle. I nodded my head as I looked at his big muscle. “But what about the kid? Look at him. They smashed his body. They broke his bones and smashed him to a pulp.” Jamal looked at the kid writhing in pain and looked back at me. “Fuck, that’s just a piece of garbage. That spic shouldn’t be in this country. He’s just a piece of shit. Us Guns can do whatever we want to shits like him. And they can’t do a fucking thing about it.” Jamal made a fist and flexed his forearm. His big forearm muscles bulged and veins popped out all over. “I’m gonna get huge. I’m gonna smash a lot of punks.” And I knew by looking at him that Jamal was going to get huge.

“So do you want to buy the insurance, bitch, or do you want a couple of bones snapped by the killers?” I nodded my head rapidly. “Oh yeah. Oh yeah, I wanna buy it. I wanna buy it!” Jamal smiled. “Good. But as your salesman I have to tell you about the two exclusions from the policy. First, we own you. You have to do everything the Muscle Guns tell you to do. You have to be our weights. You have to give us all of your food we want. If we tell you to shit, you shit. If we tell you to lick our feet, you lick our feet. We own you, bitch. If you disobey, you’re gonna get fucked up and the policy doesn’t apply. You got that?” I nodded my head. “Yes,” I murmured. “Okay, second, the policy doesn’t apply to sex. We can fuck you as much as we want. I’m gonna fuck you three or four times tonight. And sometimes the fucking gets rough. I love to be rough on my bitches. I love to fuck their brains out. And you could be gang fucked by five huge Guns and they could hurt you a lot. They’re so big and strong they can hurt a little wimp like you real easy. But the policy doesn’t apply. There’s a fucking exclusion. You got that bitch?” I looked at Jamal’s body and down at his bulging crotch and trembled. “Yes, sir,” I said. What could I do? If I didn’t pay I was going to be pulverized by the killer thugs. Even if I did pay I was going to be fucked so hard by the big cocks of these Guns while they slapped me around, slapping their little bitch while they fucked the shit out of him. The fucking might be just as bad as the beating. But I knew I had to buy insurance. “I’ll have my $25 tomorrow morning. I’ll go to the cashier and get some of my money.” Jamal smiled and rubbed his hand over my little bubble butt as he put my hand on his semihard cock. “I can hardly wait to fuck your little ass, bitch.”

A few minutes later the Guns were ready to start their afternoon workout. The Guns were very serious about their workouts. They always spent two hours in the morning and two hours in the afternoon working out their big bodies. The exercises took longer because they had to use human weights. And that was harder than using iron. Over 50 of us inmates were told to stand around the workout space in the order of our weight. So we had to find out how much our neighbors weighed and find the right place to stand. If we were wrong, we’d get bitch slapped a couple of times. The biggest guys stood at the end, and they were very popular human weights because the thugs needed a lot of weight for their squats and their deadlifts and their bench presses. In fact they were so strong that they would have to put two 250 pound guys on their backs for squats and two 250 pound guys on their arms for bench presses. It took several of us inmates and a couple of thugs to position the human weights in place and provide balance as the huge muscles of the thug cranked out rep after rep with 500 pounds of flesh. For the strongest guys who could bench 600 pounds, we had to add a 100 pound boy on top of the two fat kids. Now that’s a lot of flesh! But the huge muscles of the thugs pumped it up and down. And those huge muscles were going to get even bigger and stronger. We other inmates were providing the means by which these thugs were building bigger and stronger muscles every week. They were using our bodies and our food to get bigger and stronger. And those bigger and stronger muscles could beat us up even easier than they could the week before. They got stronger and we got weaker. We were helping to grow even bigger the muscles of our masters, muscles that ruled our lives. But there was nothing we could do about it. Those muscles controlled us. And those muscles wanted to grow bigger, to grow stronger. And they were going to make us help them grow. I found out that the thugs made sure the big fat guys got enough bread and pasta to eat. They wanted to keep them big and fat. They needed the heavy human weights to build even bigger, stronger muscles.

I was helping Jamal build his muscles. He picked me for a lot for his exercises. He curled me, he pressed me overhead, he benched me, he rowed me. But I was already too light for Jamal. I only weighed 95 pounds and Jamal could curl, press, bench and row a lot more than 95 pounds. So I was his warmup weight. He cranked out 20 reps with me and then threw me on the ground. “You’re so fucking light,” he said. “My muscles need more weight! My muscles are getting huge! My muscles need lots of weight. And you’re such a dork. You’re too fucking light.” So he picked bigger boys and he curled them, pressed them, benched them and rowed them. And he always came up to me and flexed the muscle he was working out. I watched the muscle bulge under his smooth black skin and it seemed to get bigger and bigger with each set he did. His veins popped out and covered the muscle under his paper thin skin. Blood was gushing into the muscle, being pumped by Jamal’s big strong athletic heart. And that blood was carrying lots of protein, protein to make that muscle even bigger and stronger. Protein from my lunch. After six sets that muscle was huge. It was pumped and huge and striated and covered with veins and his smooth black skin was covered with sweat. “Gettin’ huge,” said Jamal as he flexed the muscle in my face. I gulped as I looked at that huge muscle on the 14 year old black thug.

Then Jamal rubbed his hand over my little bubble butt and grabbed my hand and rubbed it on his rock hard abs. “All this muscle is gonna fuck the shit outta you, bitch,” he said. He pushed my hand down to his cock, which was rock hard. I gulped as I felt his rock hard muscles and his rock hard cock. Then he bumped me hard on my chest with his big pumped pec muscles and I fell on my ass. He laughed and went off to talk to the other Muscle Gun thugs. I walked back and sat with the white boys as we all stared at the huge bodies of our black thug masters.

 

Part 7

After a few minutes I smelled a familiar odor. It was marijuana smoke! I looked over and saw that the Guns were smoking joints. They handed the joints around to each other as they sat around relaxing their sweaty bodies, bodies that had just completed a brutal workout. I turned to one of the white guys and said “They’re smoking dope! How can they do that right in the middle of Youth Camp?” The white guy laughed. “Are you buying insurance?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Of course you’re buying insurance. Those thugs collect over $20,000 a month from us. They’re fucking rich! They pay off the guards so the guards just turn away and don’t see anything. The guards don’t do a fucking thing to help us other prisoners. They know the Guns rule us and they don’t give a shit. They’re on the Guns’ payroll. The Guns run this place.” I looked at those huge black boys, with their big pumped up muscles bulging under their sweaty skin, smoking the weed and laughing. Then looked over at us skinny little white guys and I sighed.

After smoking weed for about a half hour the thugs got up and started walking around the prison yard. They were obviously wasted. They were talking, yelling, laughing. One of the thugs walked up to a skinny black boy, picked him up and threw him at another thug who was standing there laughing. That thug caught the boy and threw him to another thug. Then he threw the boy to another thug. The poor black kid was being thrown around like a football, and to the huge muscles of these thugs he probably felt like he weighed as much as a football. The thugs were laughing uproariously as they threw the kid around. Finally they got tired of this and one of them threw the kid in the air like he was throwing a pillow. The kid landed hard on his butt and started crying. The thug walked up to him and kicked him. “Shuddup!” yelled the thug. The kid immediately stopped crying and crawled away.

The thugs were all now stoned and I could see some of them rubbing their huge cocks under their shorts. They were stoned and they were horny and they were gonna fuck! I loved to beat off when I was stoned. The sensation of cumming was so much better when you’re stoned. And now the Guns were stoned and I could see they wanted to fuck. They walked around, looking at us little dork prisoners, looking to pick the wimp they were going to fuck.

I noticed that Deshawn and the three huge killer thugs had been sitting down sharing several joints. As they got more and more stoned, they started playing with their cocks and pretty soon those huge dicks were hard and jutting up out of their shorts onto their washboard abs. They were looking at the two Mexican kids that had been in the bus with me and Jamal. These are the kids who told Jamal the Muscle Guns were cocksuckers and pussies and that they were gonna make the Guns suck their cocks. The four huge thugs were looking at the Mexicans and stroking their cocks. They were talking and their talk was getting louder. “Fucking dissing us! Those little spics were dissing us! I’m gonna fuck the shit outta them. I’m gonna bust open their tight little virgin asses with my big thick cock. Them spics are gonna get so fucked!”

Suddenly the four thugs lept to their feet and swaggered over to the two Mexicans. The Mexican kids froze as they saw the huge thugs coming towards them. The Mexican kids probably weighed about 160 pounds. They had a little bit of muscle in their chests but their bodies were covered with fat. It looked like they had eaten too many burritos. In an instant, those two boys were surrounded by over 1,000 pounds of rock hard muscle. The huge black thugs towered over the boys. The Mexicans had tattoos and the three killer thugs were covered with tattoos. One of the killers even had a tattoo on his face. Their arms were so huge they made the Mexicans’ arms look like little straws. The thugs’ shoulders were gigantic mounds of muscle, mounds of fibrous muscle ready to push those huge arms with unbelievable force. The Mexicans looked at those gigantic arms and shoulders and trembled. Then the four thugs ripped off their shorts. Their huge dicks sprang up. Big, thick hard cocks. Cocks that were bigger than any cocks I had ever seen. Cocks that were over a foot long and very thick. These black thugs were studs!

Deshawn said, “Yo you little spic bitches. Where you from?” I knew that this was gang terminology for asking the Mexicans what gang they were in. It was usually the starting point for a big gang fight and maybe death. The Mexicans trembled. “Uh nowhere. We’re from nowhere.” Deshawn sneered. He wrapped his huge gun around one of the kid’s necks. His arm was bigger than the kid’s head and it was all muscle. I could see the striated fibers of muscle twitching and getting ready to flex into a bowling ball of muscle in that huge gun. “Where you from, punk!” Deshawn yelled as he flexed his huge bicep into the kid’s windpipe. I could hear a cracking sound as the rock hard muscle busted through the cartilage. Deshawn’s huge muscle could have crushed the kid’s neck into nothing. That muscle was so big and so strong and the kid’s neck was so weak. The kid was now gurgling and spit was drooling from his mouth. “Where you from!!?” Deshawn yelled again and he flexed harder. Now the kid’s neck was completely crushed. He couldn’t breath. His face was red. He started thrashing around but Deshawn was so strong it was like a little insect thrashing his wings. Deshawn spun his body around as he smashed his neck with his huge bicep. Finally the kid tried to talk. “Eighteeth Street......” he gurgled. Deshawn loosed his grip. “What?” he yelled. “Eighteenth Street.” The Mexicans were from the Eighteenth Street gang, one of the most violent Latino gangs in the city.

Deshawn spit in the Mexican’s face. “Fuckin’ little shit,” he said. “We heard you little bitches were dissing us, calling us cocksuckers. And pussies. Oh yeah, and you were gonna make us suck your little spic cocks.” Deshawn reached down and ripped off the shorts of one of the Mexicans. One of the killer thugs did the same thing to the other kid. Their huge hands ripped the cloth of the shorts like they were ripping toilet paper. Now the Mexicans were naked. Deshawn laughed. “Fuck, look at your little shriveled up cocks. Those little cocks look like they should be on a five year old. You wanna make me suck that little thing? You wanna make me?” He flexed his eight pack abs and his huge chest and lats in front of the two boys and tensed the biceps in his 24 inch arms. His 24 inch guns were so big and so thick and so muscular. The fibers twitched as he moved his huge arms. His shoulders were like cannon balls of muscle filled with twitching fibers. His pecs and lats were enormous. Veins flowed with blood over the rock hard fibers of muscle. “Uhh, no,” said a trembling Mexican. “I got a big mouth.” One of the killer thugs sneered at him. “You’re a member of the wrong gang. You dissed us, you little spic. You went off dissin’ the Guns. Nobody disses the Guns. You were gonna make us suck your puny little cocks? Fuck that! You’re gonna suck our huge cocks. I’m gonna ram my cock all the way down your little spic throat and choke you with my big piece of meat. Then I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you. We’re gonna fuck you so hard you’ll wish you were dead spic boy.”

The Mexican kid stuttered, “But we’re buying insurance. We got an insurance policy.” Deshawn laughed. “You forgot about the exclusion. Fucking is excluded. We can fuck you as hard as we want and as rough as we want. The insurance doesn’t cover that. And you dissed us, spics. We’re gonna fuck you little bitches real hard. Shit, we big boys can cum four or five times and with the weed it’s gonna feel so great. Your little tight virgin assholes are gonna give us a real good time. He ran his huge hand over the Mexican boy’s ass. And that’s all you little spic bitches are good for. Giving us Guns a good time.” Deshawn rubbed the kids ass a few more times. Then he slapped the kid’s face. “Yeah, I couple of bitch slaps!” he yelled as he slapped the kid three more times. Those slaps were really hard, harder than the slap Deshawn had given me. The kid started crying. Deshawn didn’t care. “Open your fucking mouth, bitch! If you bite my cock I’m gonna slap you so hard I’m gonna break some bones. No teeth!”

As tears were streaming down the kid’s face he opened his mouth. Instantly, Deshawn rammed his huge 15 inch cock all the way down the kid’s throat into his esophagus. The kid started gagging. Deshawn didn’t care. He pulled back his cock and rammed it back in again. “Suck it, bitch. Suck that big mother. Suck my big cock, cocksucker!” The kid started sucking although it was hard. Deshawn’s cock was so big that it was really hard to suck. The huge 265 pound black thug rammed his cock into the kid’s mouth over and over. “Oh yeah! I’m bustin’ your fuckin’ throat wide open. Suck motherfucker! Oh yeah, service this big nigga you little spic bitch!”

One of the killer thugs spit on his cock and his fingers and then jammed three of his moist fingers up the asshole of the boy. Then he rammed his cock up that asshole. He didn’t even try to be nice. He just rammed that huge cock up the boy’s asshole, splitting apart the sphincter muscles like he was spitting tissue paper. “Fuck I love a virgin ass!” he yelled as he pulled back his cock and thrust it in again. He started fucking the kid’s ass like a wild man. The kid tried to scream in pain but Deshawn’s huge cock was jammed down his throat. The kid was being fucked by two huge stoned black thugs from front and back. He was being fucked by over 500 pounds of solid muscle. He was totally fucked.

The same thing was happening to the other Mexican. One of the killers fucked his face and the other one fucked his ass. After they had cum, they would trade places. The ass fucker would make the kid lick off his shit and then he’d fuck his face. The mouth fucker would fuck his ass. These huge dudes could come four or five times and with the weed they were enjoying every thrust, every spurt of cum, every slap. I shuddered as I saw this, but my cock was hard.

Jamal was watching this and clapping his hands. He loved what he was seeing. Huge black thugs just like him fucking the shit out of two Latino punk bitches. Then he walked up to me. “I told ‘em they’d pay. And they’re really paying big time. You don’t wanna diss the Guns!” I nodded my head. He looked at me and said “You’re mine bitch. And I’m horny as hell. That weed got me real horny.” Then he reached down and grabbed my hard cock. “Looks like you’re ready to fuck too. Only you’re gonna be on the receiving end. I’m the fucker and you’re the fuckee.” He laughed. Then he slapped me across the face. “Strip!” he ordered. I stripped off my shirt and shorts and Jamal took off his shorts. I gasped as I looked at his incredibly muscular fat free body and his rock hard cock which he was twitching back and forth. His big balls were hanging down. “Oh yeah, I’m gonna love having my cock and balls worshipped by a pretty little white boy. Blond hair. Blue eyes. You’re as pretty as a girl. I’m gonna love fucking your face and fucking your ass. Oh yeah, I love Youth Camp! Lick my balls, bitch!” Instantly I dropped to my knees and started licking Jamal’s big balls. I could smell his sweat and I could feel his big calves and thighs. Jamal started groaning with pleasure and I started groaning with pleasure too. I loved Jamal’s body. Jamal could tell I was getting turned on and I think he liked it. It was like I was his girl and he was turning me on with his hot body and cock. We both moaned with pleasure. Then he ordered me to lick his cock which I couldn’t wait to do. I licked that huge monster black cock and then I started sucking it. Jamal then jammed it into my mouth and I licked and sucked while he fucked me so hard. He slapped me a couple of times, but he really didn’t hurt me. They were bitch slaps. I was his bitch and he was my master. He came three times, once in my mouth and twice in my ass. Jamal let me cum once. He even let me rub my hands on his abs while I was cumming. It was the best cum I had ever had.

We had dinner. Of course the thugs took all our meat. This time I got to keep my bread and of course all us white guys shared. After dinner we had to go into the bunk room. There was fucking galore in the bunk room. Those black thugs had fucked so much before dinner. And now they were fucking again. They did only four things during each day. Lift, eat, get stoned and fuck. And they did them all in huge quantities. Those incredibly muscular Muscle Gun thugs spent each day lifting, eating, getting stoned and fucking in huge quantities. Their bodies got incredibly huge and they fucked incredibly hard. What a life they had at Youth Camp.

I walked to my bunk. Jamal was already in the top bunk, totally naked. He looked down at me and smiled. “Hi, little girl. You wanna get fucked some more?” I barely had a chance to say, “Uhhhhh” when he said “Doesn’t matter, little girl. I wanna fuck and that’s all that counts.” He jumped down from his bunk and pulled off my shorts and ripped my shirt off my body. Now I was naked too, standing before the incredibly muscular black thug. I gazed at his muscles and my mouth dropped open like it always did when I looked at Jamal’s body. “You like my muscles, don’t you bitch. You like my big, strong rock hard muscles.” How could I lie? “Uh, yeah, Jamal, I like your muscles.” I was staring at his pecs and abs and he was flexing the muscles a little bit. My cock was rock hard. He raised his right arm and flexed his huge bicep. He looked me in the eyes as I stared at that big bulging muscle. “Do you like my muscles or do you love my muscles?” he said as he moved his arm and flexed his bicep right in my face. My face turned red. After a few seconds I blurted out “I love your muscles! I love your big, strong, rock hard muscles! I wanna touch your muscles. I wanna feel their power. I wanna touch your beautiful black skin. I wanna lick your muscles. I wanna lick your sweat. I wanna feel your whole body. I wanna lick your balls. I wanna lick your cock. I want you on top of me. I want your big cock inside my ass. I love your muscles! I love your cock! I love your whole body!”

I had blurted out exactly how I felt about Jamal. His cock got hard as I talked. He moved his flexed bicep right in front of my mouth. I could smell the sweat from his armpit, that musky male scent that smelled so good to a little wimp like me. He rubbed his bicep on my lips. I was about to faint from excitement. “Lick it!” he said. “Lick all the sweat off my bicep. And feel my muscles. Feel the muscles of a real man. Feel the muscles of a real man that’s gonna fuck the shit outta you, bitch.” I felt I had died and gone to heaven. This is what I had wanted to do from the first moment I saw Jamal’s body on the bus.

I licked Jamal’s big rock hard bicep, feeling all the fibers of muscle under his paper thin black skin. I smelled and tasted the salty sweat. While I was licking, I ran my hands over his traps and shoulders and felt the striated muscles twitching and flexing as I felt them. I moved down to his pecs and felt the bulging mounds of striated muscle pushing out his nipples. Then I moved my hands out to his lat muscles and felt those hard thick wings of muscle that tapered down from his wide shoulders to his narrow hips. Finally I moved down to his abs and felt his rock hard eight pack of corrugated muscle, totally free of fat and covered by the most beautiful black skin you could imagine. I moved that skin around and it was like cellophane, covering his abs so thinly you could feel the muscles flexing and twitching underneath. I was moaning in pleasure and Jamal was moaning in pleasure too. He liked being worshipped by his cute little blue eyed blond white boy bitch. He was a man and he liked having his muscles worshipped by his little sex slave.

I decided to be more aggressive and I moved my mouth down to one of his nipples. I sucked that nipple and ran my tongue all over his hard pec muscle. I could feel the fibers of muscle under his thin skin. Jamal was moaning louder. I moved my tongue down and licked his abs. I could feel every crevice and bulge of his corrugated muscles. I could taste his sweat and I could smell his sweat coming up from his crotch. I moved my hands all around his big torso, feeling his shoulders, his arms and his lats. I felt his big hard round muscle butt. My little cock was rock hard. And Jamal’s huge cock was rock hard too. We were both moaning in total erotic pleasure.

Then I moved my mouth down to his balls and his cock. He didn’t have to tell me what to do. I knew what to do. I licked his balls, one at a time. I put them in my mouth and sucked and licked. His moaning got louder and louder. Then I licked his cock while I stroked my cock with my hand. Jamal couldn’t take it any longer. He was totally turned on. He was in a state of total erotic pleasure. And so was I. He jammed his cock into my mouth and I started licking and sucking as I stroked my own cock. He started yelling as he thrust harder and faster. Then he came, blasting spurt after spurt of jism down my throat as he yelled like a wild man. I came too and I spurt my jism all over my bunk. He kept his cock in my throat for a few minutes, enjoying the spasms of pleasure he was getting from my soft throat tissues. I was enjoying feeling his muscles. Then he pulled out and pushed me on my bunk. I lay there on my back and Jamal jumped up and straddled my hips. I looked at his incredible body and his still hard cock. His muscles were bulging under his beautiful black skin. “Now I’m gonna fuck your ass,” he said. I reached up and felt his abs and then his cock and I moaned in pleasure. I knew I was really going to enjoy Youth Camp.

THE END

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