Youth Camp - Part 5

[johnd]

Part 1 http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16830

Part 2 http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16851

Part 3 http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16883

Part 4 http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16910

Youth Camp - Part 5
By John D.

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.

TO BE CONTINUED

[diegodominica]

Cool chapter. A nice variation on the interaction.

[emsgdh]

Words fail one

fatastic, as usual