Kevin and Lance - from The Coyote Creek Chronicles

[rextorres]

Thanks to muscl4life for coming up with this new series.

The story will be posted on writing.com

The story has been deleted.

[arpeejay]

Excellent start!

Lance and Kevin are a great pair!

xoxo

Richard

[muscl4life]

I agree with RPJ, there is a great interaction between the main characters, Rex. I thank you for contributing so greatly with my idea, you've totally nailed the idea of a sweet, massive and nice super muscular boy.

Congratulations,

Cheers.

[redkage]

A nice start, can't wait to see more interactions between the big brother and the 'bigger' brother XD

[rextorres]

Thanks, everyone, for the great feedback. I know I don't post new stories on this board so often anymore (once a year) but I promise I'll go back to the outline for this story and work on part 2 if you guys keep the feedback coming. Again, thank you!

[rextorres]

Over 520 views and only 3 comments?

Well, my apologies to the readers, but I'm not feeling too motivated to continue this story right now... You can catch me on cyoc.net or writing.com (id: scriptboy).

[Mad Dog]

Gosh, either you want to write it or you don't! Number of comments should be the last thing to affect you!

[redkage]

I agree with Mad Dog, comments and view counts are never good ways to decide whether or not to keep on writing a story. You had a nice start, and I know for a fact that Bruno would love for you to continue it.

And besides, didn't you argue when Jaypat removed his Cafe Blues? :P

[rextorres]

You can read "Kevin and Lance" here, if anybody cares:

http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1608669

[arpeejay]

Thanks for posting the link -- it's a great story!

xoxo

Richard

[rextorres]

Originally Posted by redkage

I agree with Mad Dog, comments and view counts are never good ways to decide whether or not to keep on writing a story. You had a nice start, and I know for a fact that Bruno would love for you to continue it.

And besides, didn't you argue when Jaypat removed his Cafe Blues? :P

Yes, I did argue that... But Jaypat also gets a lot more feedback for his work than I do.

Either way, take heart that I am planning on continuing the story. I'm just not very encouraged to post it on MGS. That's why I removed the story and posted it on writing.com, along with all the other MGS-rejects.

This is probably my last story for this forum.

Anyway, you can read "Kevin and Lance" on writing.com; I just posted the link above.

Thanks, Red, for always standing by me.

[Mad Dog]

Jeez, just post your stuff here if the themes are applicable and let people read it if they want! I don't see the point in restricting or removing access to stories.

[TheMM]

Well, while to a point it might be true that one shouldn't let let the numbers let you be discouraged, on the other hand, if the numbers are low, it kinda makes it harder to want to continue a story as well. Doubly so in this case, since it wasn't just a story Rex made, it was story he made to continue off of what M4L had started.

[giantw]

Originally Posted by Mad Dog

Jeez, just post your stuff here if the themes are applicable and let people read it if they want! I don't see the point in restricting or removing access to stories.

You're just going to have to buy the book when it comes out Mad Dog.

[Maverick0095875]

lol the ghost has made an appearance lol.

speaking of books when your next masterpiece going to be taking place ? lol



and guys we all know most people are too scared i guess to post comments of course even if they wanted to most of the time the comments would just be all the same

[rextorres]

My second book will probably be out around a year from now; so around Christmas 2010. It's called "The Outcasts: Evolution".

[rextorres]

KEVIN AND LANCE - PARTS 1 AND 2 - THE COYOTE CREEK CHRONICLES

Disclaimer: This is a story about muscle boys involving underage characters who have super strength and muscle. There is no sex in this story. If this isn't your thing, then please don't read it and spare me the comments. Any flaming or negative comments will be reported to the forum administrator with a request for appropriate action to be taken.

Note: Several readers in the chat room have requested that I re-post the story along with the sequel. So, here it is... Chapter 1 and 2. I hope to get some feedback this time around...



Kevin and Lance – from The Coyote Creek Chronicles – Part 1

My name is Kevin Sherman and I want to tell you about me and my little brother, Lance. First, let me tell you all about me and the rest of my family.

I was born in Coyote Creek over seventeen years ago, where I had lived all my life. I’m in high school now, I’m five-foot-six-inches tall and I play baseball and basketball in school. I have short, spiky black hair and blue eyes. For about ten years or so I was the only child in the family, so I was used to getting all the attention in the house.

My mom works as a manager for a clothing store in Sunrise Mall in downtown Coyote Creek and my dad is in the Air Force. Both my parents are hard workers, and they are barely home, which explains why they were separated eventually right after my little brother was born.

Anyway, like I was saying, I was the only kid in the house until suddenly my mom became pregnant again. My father was home very infrequently, so it was just amazing how she became pregnant. After nine months, she gave birth, and my new baby brother was the biggest baby I had ever seen in my life! My parents named him Lance. He was big, fat, and loud! He cried and wailed loudly at night, and he ate like a pig. My goodness!

About a year after Lance was born, my dad had to spend more time working in Tucson, since he was station at the Air Force Base there. My mom didn’t want to give up her good job for moving to another city, so they decided to split up. I was busy with school, so grandma would come over and watch me and Lance when I got home from school. Oh boy, that was fun!

Lance started to grow like a weed. First off, he ate more than I did, when I was a baby. He would be hungry as soon as he finished his bottle, and grandma couldn’t prepare his next bottle fast enough for him! Then, he would go to sleep, just to wake up hungry again, a few hours later. A few months later, he would be big enough to have baby food, and he would go through food like crazy! Not to mention the quantity of diapers he would make dirty every day!

As the weeks turned to months, and the months became years, I would see Lance grow bigger and bigger, almost right before my very eyes! Not only did he grow much bigger by the time he was two years old, but his arms and legs became thicker as well. His chest already started to bulge a little bit, as baby-muscles began to form on his limbs and his torso. It was as if his muscles couldn’t wait to sprout all over his body! It was the weirdest thing I have ever seen in my life!

When Lance turned four, I entered high school, so I just became too busy with school to give my little bro much attention. I was ten years older than him, and I had my own life while I had a little baby bro crawling around the carpet of the house. He would be in his room and playing with his Lego’s while I was busy studying, writing papers, preparing for tests, or out at the gym lifting weights or at baseball practice. When I came home from school, grandma already had dinner ready, and once mom came home, we would all eat, and I would retire to my bedroom and have my door closed.

Even though I wouldn’t see much of Lance during the day, I began to notice changes in him. Every day as I came home from school and from baseball practice, he would seem… bigger. And I don’t necessarily mean taller, but wider! It was like somebody had attached a pump to his muscles and set it to slowly inflate every muscle in his body. He seemed to grow more muscular over time, to the point where it became freakish as his seventh birthday rolled around, over the summer right as I was off to leave for summer baseball camp and right before my senior year in high school.

Mom had sent me to baseball camp at the end of May, just after Lance’s seventh birthday. I went with a busload of twenty other guys to camp in Phoenix, which was about a hundred miles away from Coyote Creek. We were going to stay there for about ten weeks, and I would stay with my aunt Dorine in between the various sessions. I had no idea what to expect, once I would come back to Coyote Creek once camp was over.

As camp had come to a close, mom had driven up to come and get me, and on the way back, she told me that school was going to start another two weeks later due to renovations. I had two weeks left of summer vacation, so I could work on cleaning up my room and fixing up my old Volkswagen, which I had gotten the year before, when I had received my driver’s license as soon as I turned sixteen. I was about to turn seventeen, and I was thrilled to finally own my own car.

The only part of the deal that I had not counted on was that I had to take care of my little brother, Lance. But mom didn’t think of it as a problem, since Lance had been really good all summer long, and he was very well behaved. I just had to make sure he did all his homework, as soon as he came home from school, and I had to make sure he had enough to eat. How hard could that be?

When we got home, I opened the door to the kitchen and walked in to the living room. Lance got up and ran to greet me, with a huge grin on his face. I can’t say I was fully prepared, for what I saw standing before me.

I had expected to see a young, little seven-year-old boy with short, black hair. Instead, there was a five-foot-tall, super-muscular behemoth standing before me, with thick arms, bulging biceps, a huge chest, and washboard abs. He was only wearing his khaki shorts and sandals on his feet, so he was showing off his muscular body in all its glory.

“Hi Kevin! Welcome home!!” he cheered, as I walked in the door. “I missed you so much!”

“Whoa!” I gasped, when I saw the little muscle-man standing before me. “Look at you!”

Before I could say another word, he wrapped his thick, muscular arms around my torso, and he embraced me in a powerful bear-hug. Then, he easily lifted me off the floor! I felt my feet leave the ground, as he carried all one-hundred and eighty-five pounds of me in the air, like it was nothing at all.

“It’s been so quiet in the house without you, it was so boring!” Lance chuckled, as he craned his neck so he could look up to me. In the meantime, I felt him squeeze the life out of me, thanks to his iron grip.

“Uuuhhh… Lance… You’re… crushing… me…” I groaned. He held me so tight, I could barely breathe!

“Sorry, Kev!” he laughed, as he loosened his grip before he set me down on the floor. “I’m just happy you’re back!” he said, as he backed off.

Mom came back to the kitchen with a few items in her hand. She was always busy, doing three things at the same time. She had her cell phone in one hand, and her bag and her car keys in the other.

“Now, you boys be nice, okay?” she said to us. “I have to run back to the store and put out another fire. I won’t be home till nine o’clock, you hear me? Here’s twenty Dollars for dinner…” she said, as she pulled out a twenty Dollar-bill and handed it to me.

“Oh, boy…” Lance sighed. “If she says she won’t be home until nine, then you can bet she won’t be home till after ten…”

“Now, you listen to Kevin, young man!” Mom said to Lance. “He’s your big brother, do you hear me?”

“Yes, mom…” Lance replied.

“And, Kevin, dear… Make sure Lance does his math homework… Buy some dinner for later… Call me if you need anything, okay?” mom said, as she walked towards the garage.

“No problem. See ya, mom…”

Mom closed the door and started the car. After a few moments, she drove off, and closed the garage door, using the remote.

I carried my suitcase to my bedroom and I unpacked all my clothes. I took care of all my dirty laundry, before I put the remaining clean clothes away. Then I got a new load of laundry started, before I walked out to the living room, where the TV was on and where I noticed that Lance was laying flat on the floor, with his notebook and his math book in front of him.

It was an amazing sight to behold. This was the first time I had a good look at my little brother. My goodness, he’s changed! I sat down on the couch to watch TV, but I couldn’t help but stare at the muscular body that lay on the carpet, off to the side. Since he was only wearing shorts, I could see his thick, muscular legs, spread out over the floor. You figure his legs belonged to one of the track stars from the Olympics!

His calves were as big and as round as softballs, or perhaps even bigger. It was as if someone had implanted huge spheres of muscle into the back of his legs. I could only wonder how high Lance was able to jump, with those monsters? His quads were very wide as well, like thick, hard layers of muscle. He almost had the legs of a professional athlete!

Then you could see his narrow waist, which would widen dramatically as you traveled from his waist to his neck. His body would practically become twice as wide, with thick lats supporting those huge, muscular arms, attached to those wide shoulders. You would think my little brother had the body of a gymnast or something. I swear he had no fat on him, only muscle! And he’s only seven years-old? This was freakish!

I decided to see what my little brother was doing, so I quietly got on the carpet, right next to him, flat on my stomach. As I looked over, I could see him writing with a pencil in his notebook, copying down numbers from his book, as he was doing his math problems. He was quietly reading his second-grade problems out loud, as he was copying them in his notebook.

“Problem Number three. Twenty-one plus fifteen equals… Thirty-six!” he said quietly. Then he would neatly write the answer in pencil. I just looked with wonder, as he pushed the point of his pencil across the paper with his hand, using his incredibly muscular arm. His biceps and triceps were bulging. It made me wonder, how could he possibly do anything at all, without using that incredible abundance of strength that he has locked up inside of all those muscles?

“Problem Number four…” he said, as he started to write the next problem. Suddenly, the lead tip of his pencil broke off.

SNAP!

“Awwww! Not again!” Lance sighed, as he turned his hand, so he could examine the broken tip of his pencil. “This is the third time today!”

“Well, why are you pressing down on your pencil so hard?” I asked him.

“I’m not pressing down so hard! These pencils are weak!” he grumbled, as he stared at me with a sad look on his face.

“Lance! That little lead pencil is no match for that huge bicep of yours!” I chuckled, as I wrapped my fingers around his bicep, on his left arm, and gave it a squeeze. My goodness, it felt like I was trying to grab hold of a bowling ball! His arm was thick, hard, and heavy!

“They need to make pencils out of steel or something…” Lance sighed, as he slowly stood up. “I’ll go get another one out of my room…”

I got up and sat back on the couch, flipping the channels on the TV set, looking for the latest news, when Lance came back from his bedroom with a new pencil in his hand. Rather than continue his homework, he tossed the pencil on his notebook on the floor, and then he dashed into the kitchen. After a few moments, I heard him calling out my name.

“Kev! Hey Kev!” he shouted. “Come here!”

I got up and walked over, finding him standing before a row of cupboards, and staring at one of the cupboards on the top shelf, which was clearly out of reach for either one of us.

“I saw mom hide a bag of delicious chocolate chip cookies in that cabinet up there!” he said with a mischievous grin, as he pointed at the cupboard with his muscular arm. “Wanna grab it?”

“Naw… Mom isn’t gonna be happy about that!”

“Oh, come on, Kev!” he replied. “I’m hungry! Plus, I’m in the mood for some cookies!”

“Lance! We’re gonna get a pizza in a bit, plus, we can’t get up there! We need a ladder to get up there!” I replied.

“No we don’t!” Lance replied. “We can get it ourselves!”

Before I could say anything else, I saw Lance dash behind me and then squat down. Then, I suddenly felt his big, thick fingers wrap around my ankles.

“Hey! Lance! What are you doing? Whaaa!” I shouted, as I felt my feet leave the ground.

Before I knew it, my little brother had lifted me off the ground, and raised me high enough, that I could easily reach the cupboard above the refrigerator.

“Get the cookies, Kev!” he ordered, while holding me suspended in the air, merely by lifting me by my ankles.

I had no choice but to obey my muscle-bro, and to open the cupboard. There they were; an unopened and sealed bag of chocolate chip cookies! I took the bag in my hand and closed the cupboard, before Lance slowly backed off, and gently squatted down on the floor, setting me back on my feet again.

“Yummm! Open it!” he commanded, as I quickly tore it open. They smelled delicious!

Lance grabbed a handful of them, and started eating them hungrily, as if he had never had cookies before. Was he so hungry, already?

“Take it easy, bro! The cookies won’t run away!” I said to him, as he practically grabbed the entire bag out of my hands.

Lance had an appetite of a lion, and it showed. He ate one cookie after another, and he practically finished the bag on his own. I was amazed that he didn’t have an ounce of fat on him!

“Leave some room for dinner, okay?” I said to him.

“No problem, Kev…” he replied. “You know me… I’m always hungry!”

Wow… I had to get used to this. Here I was, five-foot-six-inches tall, seventeen years old and one-hundred and eighty-five pounds, taking care of my seven year-old brother who looked like he weighed easily over two-hundred and fifty pounds of solid muscle with unbelievable strength, who has already lifted me off my feet twice in my first hour after coming home from baseball camp.

I had a feeling that things were going to get really interesting between me and Lance from this point forward. My little brother was already showing signs of being much stronger than me, and I began to feel the day approaching when I would no longer be the “big brother” in the house anymore.

 
Kevin and Lance – from The Coyote Creek Chronicles – Part 2

Later on that afternoon, I sat on the couch and decided to watch the news. Lance was on the floor, finishing up his homework, before he strolled into his bedroom. I figured he was busy playing with his Lego’s for he was very quiet for awhile. Mom had finally gotten around to getting him a laptop for his birthday, and he started to surf the web, chat, and play games on that as well, so that kept him quiet for most of the afternoon.

Suddenly, the cordless phone in the kitchen started to ring. I groaned, since they were showing something really interesting on the news, and I had gotten really into the story. I slowly got up and walked around the side of the couch, making my way to the kitchen, when I saw Lance running out of his bedroom, shouting something at me.

“I got it!”

Lance practically leaped two feet over our couch and landed in front of me! He then raced over to the kitchen and grabbed hold of the phone, which was hanging from the wall in the kitchen. It was obvious that the call was for him, and he was expecting it.

My goodness, he was fast! All that muscle must serve for something for he just blew right past me! It was unbelievable how quickly he got to the phone, leaving me in the dust. I have never seen anyone run that fast. And he wasn’t even sweating or anything!

Lance then casually strolled over to the couch and plopped down with his muscular body on the couch, with the phone in his hand. He was giggling and laughing, since he was talking to one of his friends from school.

“Hey, Ricky, so when are you coming over? Tomorrow? Cool! I’ll ask mom… Yeah… Maybe you can spend the night over at my house… It’ll be fun! We can do whatever we want… Oh don’t worry about that… My dad’s not here and I just have my older brother… He won’t do anything to bother us…” Lance spoke over the phone.

I looked up and raised my eyebrow when I heard him mention my name. Then, I realized that he was right. Basically, Lance could do whatever he wanted. I really couldn’t stop him, since he’s far stronger than me. I still had to show him that I was the older brother, though. Now, I didn’t know what his friend Ricky was like, but I had to make sure that Lance clearly understood that I would be the one in charge if mom wasn’t home. I knew that this would be a challenge, especially if Ricky were another muscle-kid, just like Lance.

“You got a joke for me? Sure, tell me. What? Why did the muscle-man get pulled over by the cops? Uhhmm… I dunno? Why?” Lance said.

I was curious to hear the answer.

“Ha ha ha ha!!!” Lance laughed out loud, before he flexed his right arm and made a huge muscle. “He got pulled over for carrying his guns!!”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the silly jokes my little brother was telling his friends on the phone. They were telling muscle jokes! Obviously, his friend Ricky was probably also a muscle-kid, just like Lance.

“Hey, Ricky… What do you call a guy with muscles? Yeah, guys just like you and me?” Lance said to his friend on the phone.

Now I knew for sure what to expect when Ricky would come over. He was just as muscular as Lance! Oh boy! Now I would have two muscle-boys in the house!

“Ha ha ha ha!!! Arnold! You call a guy like that ‘Arnold’!”

Lance was laughing so hard, that he squeezed the cordless phone just a tad too much, due to all the laughter. Suddenly, there was a loud CRACK, which came from his right hand.

“Oh no!” Lance gasped, as he looked down. The plastic phone had cracked in half, with the battery, the wires, and the circuits coming out the back and dropping in his lap. “Damn! I broke the phone!”

“Lance! What did you do?” I shouted.

“The phone! It broke!” he said, as he got up and let the broken phone fall on the floor in front of his muscular legs.

I quickly got up and walked into the kitchen, looking for a trash back in the pantry.

“You’re so clumsy, Lance! We’re not going to have anything left in the house if you keep on breaking things!” I said to him, clearly feeling annoyed by the way my little muscle-bro just ruins everything with his huge muscles.

He stood up and just stared at me with his big puppy dog eyes, giving me a sad look on his face.

“I’m sorry, Kev… I… I didn’t do it on purpose… It was an accident… I’m really, really sorry…” he said in a soft voice. You could tell he felt really ashamed.

This, of course made me feel even worse. I scooped up the broken phone and tossed it in the trash bag, which I threw away in the garage. As I walked past my car, in the garage, I saw that the front tire of my little Volkswagen had a flat, which made my day go from bad to worse!

“Oh crap…” I grumbled, as I walked back in the kitchen from the garage door. “Now I got a flat tire on top of all this. We need to go to the mall and buy a new phone before mom gets home, and now I got to change the tire on my car…”

“Can… Can I help?” Lance asked me quietly, still standing in the same spot in the living room. His feelings were hurt, and I had to make it up to him first. Poor kid was almost on the verge of tears. There is nothing worse than seeing a young kid with all that muscle standing there and cry like a baby.

“I’m sorry, little bro…” I said to him, as I walked up to my little bro, with my arms extended. “I’m sorry for yelling at you… I guess I was just frustrated…”

I wrapped my arms around him, as much as possible, since his torso was so wide. His chest was extended so far, that it made it really hard for me to wrap my arms all the way around his big body. His muscles were big and round and hard, plus he was incredibly heavy. Not only that, but he was as hard as a rock!

Lance then wrapped his huge arms around my waist, which was easy for him since I’m rather skinny. Then, I felt his grip tighten around my waist, as he gently lifted me up. My feet left the ground and he was holding me a few inches above the floor.

“Hey! Set me down!” I protested.

“I’ll walk you over to the garage…” Lance chuckled, as he began to walk towards the garage door, while carrying me in his arms.

As soon as we entered the garage, he set me on the floor and flipped the switch.

“Ooh! You got a flat tire!” he noted, as he spotted the flat tire on the passenger’s side.

I walked around and started looking for the spare tire and for the jack to lift the front of the car with.

“Here’s the spare…” I said, as I loosened the bolts which held the spare attached to the back of the car. I removed the spare and rolled it over to the front of my car, where Lance was standing.

“Can I help? Can I do anything?” he said, almost begging for me to give him permission to do something. It was as if his muscles were just screaming to be used.

“Well, I need to find my jack so that I can get the front of the car lifted up high enough so I can replace the flat tire…” I explained to my little bro.

I walked over to the tool box where my father kept all his tools, hoping to find the jack there. I found the wrench that I could use to remove the bolts with, but the jack was nowhere to be found.

Lance was clearly becoming impatient and he got to the point where he had to do something. He walked to the very front of the car and squatted down, just as I was searching for the jack, so I wasn’t paying attention to him. Lance placed his hands under my front bumper, and then he straightened out his legs and back. Finally, he flexed his arms, slowly lifting up the front wheels of my car and allowing the entire front half of my Volkswagen Beetle to come off the concrete floor!

“There you go, Kevin! Now, take the tire off!” Lance said, in a calm voice.

I turned around and gasped. I saw my little brother holding my car a foot above the ground with his bare hands!

“OHMYGOSH LANCE! Are you crazy? You’re gonna get yourself hurt!” I shouted at him as I walked towards the car in utter disbelief.

“What? Just change the tire! C’mon!” he shouted back. “I’ll hold the car for you!”

I had to rub my eyes. Was I dreaming? My kid brother had lifted my car up and was holding it with his hands like it was nothing! He wasn’t even straining! No sweat or anything!

“What are you waiting for? Change the damn tire, Kev!” he said out loud.

I had finally come out of my initial shock and I took the wrench off the table. I quickly loosened all the bolts, which held the flat tire in place, and I removed the darn thing. Then I took the spare and placed it on the wheel, and replaced the bolts and the wheel cover. When everything was back in place, I got up and looked over to my little brother, who was still standing there, holding my car up with his hands.

“Okay, Lance… You can set her down… Very gently!” I ordered. “Very slow!”

Lance slowly lowered his arms and allowed my car to come back down with the front wheels landing on the concrete floor. As he lowered my car, I looked up and saw his mighty biceps, which were just bulging with power. How could my little brother be so strong, that he could lift a 4,000-pound vehicle? Of course, he only lifted half of it, but still…

As soon as the car was on all four tires, Lance walked over to me.

“That was easy!” he smiled.

My mouth just dropped wide open. Lifting a car was easy? Whoa! It dawned on me that my little brother was a lot stronger than I realized. His arms were incredibly hard and thick, and veins even started to cover them now.

“I’m thirsty! Can we go somewhere and get a smoothie or some ice cream?” he asked me.

“Sure, Lance… I guess you deserve it!” I replied.

We got into the car and I took him to the mall where we got some ice cream at one of the shops in the food court. I decided to spoil him a little, since he had helped me out. And we picked up a new telephone while we were there…

(More to come...)

[otkuman2003]

great to see this story back on here rex!

Can't wait for the next part... Maybe we can see Lance get a bit older, to his teen years... I'd really like to see how his whole attitude would change from being clumsy/curious boy to know-it-all/do-it-himself muscle adolescent! hehe