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A *shockingly* great summer - part one

Hi there,

long time lurker, first time poster. I have finally decided to write my own story, after reading all the stories I liked but not finding exactly what I what I wanted to find. It's a standard bully vs nerd story mixed in with a little my best friend and topped off with a nice chemical accident. I decided not to include any sex scenes or sexual references, just because I normally don't like all that stuff in the stories. It's pure muscle and strength fun, hope you guys like it anyway!

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A *shockingly* great summer
by fitness1984

“Hey buddy, you promised me to give me your lunch money yesterday.”, said Brad while holding Joey by his collar against one of the lockers in the hallway, “Well, were is it?”

Brad, the big and buff quarterbacker of the Jane Seymour High School, was bullying Joey once again, tormenting him to give him his lunch money. Brad could use the 5 dollars, Joey gets from his mother each day, to save for a nice new set of weights. As star player for the high school football team, Brad needed to grow bigger and stronger, and since summer was approaching, he could use his own set of weights instead of going to the school gym.

Brad, a 15-year-old hulking kid, was in the same class as Joey, but both kids couldn’t be less different. Brad was close to 5’10”, had 14.5” biceps and weighed close to 175lbs, while Joey, also a 15-year-old kid, was more the skinny, nerdy type. He only weighed close to 110lbs, hardly had any visible biceps and was only 5’3”.

“I…I…don’t have it anymore…” stammered Joey. “I already…spend it today on my lunch”.

“You little runt! You know what that means, right?” hissed Brad.

“No…please, no…not a wedgie! I’ll promise to get you the money tomo…” apologized Joey, but unfortunately too late. By the time Joey could finish his sentence, Brad had put his ripped arm into the back of Joey’s trousers. He felt the elastic band of the tighty whities Joey wore, grabbed hold of it and gave it an abrupt pull upwards. Most of the white briefs were now showing behind Joey’s back, and in the front something hurt like hell. Joey’s package, though not that large, were squeezed out of proportion by the sudden change in trouser space.

Joey let out an enormous cry of pain, and started weeping. This only pleasured Brad more, and convinced him to make it worse. He still got hold on the briefs of Joey and in one fluent movement moved him up over a hook on the fire-hydrant nearby. This caused the fabrics of the briefs to tear slowly lowering Joey a couple of inches. Now both his feet were hanging over either sides of the hydrant’s outlet, with his delicate package at exactly the wrong location. Brad took his large hand, moved it over the outlet and started turning. A huge stream of pressurized water was coming out of the hydrant, and Brad’s hands made sure that it was all directed towards Joey’s sore parts. He got soaked and started crying even harder!

After two minutes of fun, Brad closed the hydrant.

“Let that be a lesson punk, not to mess with the Bradster. You puny kids know I need to grow big and strong for football, and that I need your money to help me get bigger. Do you think all those protein shakes and weights are free?!? You were late on payment for the last three days, and of course that needs to be corrected!”

Joey was still crying. He nodded in agreement, but deep down inside he was raging with anger. Why would he give the fucking retard his money so he could get big and strong and beat up all the weaker kids?

“Make sure that you’ll have 20 dollars ready by tomorrow, since that is the payment you still owe me!”

With that last comment, Brad turned away and moved out of the empty hallway. He had a distinct walk; keeping his arms away from his body (further than his actual muscle needed him to be, to come across as more muscular) and walking upright proudly. Joey could only barely see his slight V-shaped back turn the corner through his teary eyes.

It was 4:45pm, so no-one was at school anymore. Brad had waited for Joey to come out of the chemistry lab, were Joey stayed extra long to avoid Brad, so he could demand him his money. Unfortunately for Joey, his plan didn’t work out, and Brad’s did.

So there he was hanging, dripping wet, on the fire-hydrant in the empty hallway. His feet were dangling almost three feet in the air, so it was difficult for Joey to come down. He thought he was alone, but in fact I was hiding in the toilets waiting for Brad to go away. I witnessed the entire thing.

By the way, my name is Kyle and I?m Joey?s best friend. I?m in the exact same situation as he is, only I did give Brad my lunch money for the past five weeks. Joey and I are in the same class, and were inseparable since we first met each other in kindergarten. We live in the same neighborhood, only three streets away, and share the same looks.

I, myself, am also the skinny non-athletic type. I am a little bit bigger, and\x20\x73\x6C\x69\x67\x68\x74\x6C\x79\x20\x6D\x6F\x72\x65\x20\x6D\x75\x73\x63\x75\x6C\x61\x72\x2C\x20\x62\x75\x74\x20\x6E\x6F\x74\x68\x69\x6E\x67\x20\x63\x6F\x6D\x70\x61\x72\x65\x64\x20\x74\x6F\x20\x42\x72\x61\x64\x2E\x20\x49\x20\x67\x75\x65\x73\x73\x20\x69\x74\x26\x23\x38\x32\x31\x37\x3B\x73\x20\x69\x6E\x20\x6D\x79\x20\x67\x65\x6E\x65\x73\x2C\x20\x73\x69\x6E\x63\x65\x20\x49\x20\x6E\x65\x76\x65\x72\x20\x77\x6F\x72\x6B\x65\x64\x20\x6F\x75\x74\x2C\x20\x62\x75\x74\x20\x6D\x79\x20\x66\x61\x74\x68\x65\x72\x20\x69\x73\x20\x61\x20\x6C\x61\x72\x67\x65\x20\x61\x6E\x64\x20\x62\x75\x6C\x6B\x79\x20\x6D\x61\x6E\x20\x68\x69\x6D\x73\x65\x6C\x66\x2E\x20\x48\x65\x63\x6B\x2C\x20\x65\x76\x65\x6E\x20\x6D\x79\x20\x62\x69\x67\x67\x65\x72\x20\x73\x69\x73\x74\x65\x72\x2C\x20\x77\x68\x6F\x20\x69\x73\x20\x76\x65\x72\x79\x20\x61\x74\x68\x6C\x65\x74\x69\x63\x2C\x20\x68\x61\x73\x20\x61\x20\x62\x6F\x64\x79\x20\x74\x6F\x20\x62\x65\x20\x70\x72\x6F\x75\x64\x20\x6F\x66\x2E\x20\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0A\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0A\x55\x6E\x66\x6F\x72\x74\x75\x6E\x61\x74\x65\x6C\x79\x20\x69\x74\x20\x73\x68\x6F\x77\x73\x20\x6C\x65\x73\x73\x20\x6F\x6E\x20\x6D\x65\x2C\x20\x62\x75\x74\x20\x69\x6E\x20\x63\x6F\x6D\x70\x61\x72\x69\x73\x6F\x6E\x20\x74\x6F\x20\x4A\x6F\x65\x79\x20\x79\x6F\x75\x20\x6E\x6F\x74\x69\x63\x65\x20\x61\x20\x64\x69\x66\x66\x65\x72\x65\x6E\x63\x65\x2E\x20\x41\x6E\x64\x20\x49\x26\x23\x38\x32\x31\x37\x3B\x6D\x20\x70\x72\x6F\x75\x64\x20\x6F\x66\x20\x69\x74\x2E\x20\x49\x20\x65\x76\x65\x6E\x20\x74\x65\x61\x73\x65\x20\x4A\x6F\x65\x79\x20\x77\x69\x74\x68\x20\x69\x74\x20\x73\x6F\x6D\x65\x74\x69\x6D\x65\x73\x2E\x20\x49\x20\x66\x6C\x65\x78\x20\x6D\x79\x20\x70\x61\x74\x68\x65\x74\x69\x63\x20\x6C\x6F\x6F\x6B\x69\x6E\x67\x20\x61\x72\x6D\x2C\x20\x6F\x6E\x20\x77\x68\x69\x63\x68\x20\x61\x20\x73\x6D\x61\x6C\x6C\x20\x62\x75\x6C\x67\x65\x20\x61\x70\x70\x65\x61\x72\x73\x20\x77\x68\x65\x6E\x20\x49\x20\x64\x6F\x2C\x20\x61\x6E\x64\x20\x73\x68\x6F\x77\x20\x69\x74\x20\x69\x6E\x20\x66\x72\x6F\x6E\x74\x20\x6F\x66\x20\x4A\x6F\x65\x79\x26\x23\x38\x32\x31\x37\x3B\x73\x20\x66\x61\x63\x65\x2E\x20\x54\x68\x65\x6E\x20\x49\x20\x6D\x6F\x63\x6B\x20\x68\x69\x6D\x20\x74\x68\x61\x74\x20\x49\x20\x61\x6D\x20\x74\x68\x65\x20\x73\x74\x72\x6F\x6E\x67\x65\x72\x20\x6F\x6E\x65\x20\x61\x6E\x64\x20\x68\x65\x20\x63\x61\x6E\x20\x66\x65\x65\x6C\x20\x6D\x79\x20\x26\x23\x38\x32\x31\x36\x3B\x6D\x75\x73\x63\x6C\x65\x73\x26\x23\x38\x32\x31\x37\x3B\x20\x69\x66\x20\x68\x65\x20\x77\x61\x6E\x74\x73\x20\x74\x6F\x2E\x20\x49\x20\x74\x68\x65\x6E\x20\x64\x6F\x20\x73\x6F\x6D\x65\x20\x62\x6F\x64\x79\x62\x75\x69\x6C\x64\x69\x6E\x67\x20\x70\x6F\x73\x65\x73\x2C\x20\x68\x69\x67\x68\x6C\x79\x20\x65\x78\x61\x67\x67\x65\x72\x61\x74\x65\x64\x2C\x20\x61\x6E\x64\x20\x68\x65\x20\x6C\x61\x75\x67\x68\x69\x6E\x67\x6C\x79\x20\x69\x6D\x69\x74\x61\x74\x65\x73\x20\x6D\x65\x2E\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0A\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0A\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0A\x49\x20\x6D\x6F\x76\x65\x20\x6F\x75\x74\x20\x6F\x66\x20\x74\x68\x65\x20\x74\x6F\x69\x6C\x65\x74\x73\x20\x61\x6E\x64\x20\x62\x65\x67\x69\x6E\x20\x74\x6F\x20\x77\x61\x6C\x6B\x20\x74\x6F\x77\x61\x72\x64\x73\x20\x4A\x6F\x65\x79\x2E\x20\x57\x68\x65\x6E\x20\x68\x65\x20\x73\x65\x65\x73\x20\x6D\x65\x20\x61\x70\x70\x72\x6F\x61\x63\x68\x69\x6E\x67\x20\x68\x69\x73\x20\x77\x61\x74\x65\x72\x79\x20\x65\x79\x65\x73\x20\x73\x74\x61\x72\x74\x20\x74\x77\x69\x6E\x6B\x6C\x69\x6E\x67\x20\x61\x67\x61\x69\x6E\x20\x61\x6E\x64\x20\x49\x20\x63\x6F\x75\x6C\x64\x20\x73\x65\x65\x20\x61\x20\x73\x6D\x61\x6C\x6C\x20\x73\x6D\x69\x6C\x65\x20\x73\x74\x61\x72\x74\x69\x6E\x67\x20\x74\x6F\x20\x61\x70\x70\x65\x61\x72\x20\x69\x6E\x20\x74\x68\x65\x20\x6C\x65\x66\x74\x20\x63\x6F\x72\x6E\x65\x72\x20\x6F\x66\x20\x68\x69\x73\x20\x6D\x6F\x75\x74\x68\x2E\x20\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0A\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0A\x26\x23\x38\x32\x32\x30\x3B\x4B\x79\x6C\x65\x21\x20\x57\x68\x61\x74\x20\x61\x72\x65\x20\x79\x6F\x75\x20\x64\x6F\x69\x6E\x67\x20\x68\x65\x72\x65\x3F\x26\x23\x38\x32\x32\x31\x3B\x2C\x20\x68\x65\x20\x61\x73\x6B\x73\x2E\x20\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0A\x3C\x62\x72\x20\x2F\x3E\x0A\x26\x23\x38\x32\x32\x30\x3B\x49\x2