The Alpha Kid Rules

[BBMikeNJ]

When Marcus walked around campus now, he sensed his growing superiority. He started to see the other male students as weak and inferior. They were so scrawny. Especially the ones who don't lift. They moved out of his way as they saw him coming, and good thing too, because he could toss them aside like gnats, he was getting so strong. He saw the big jocks looking at him now, sizing him up on the pecking order of masculinity. Marcus knew that he was passing them all, and very quickly. He'd weighed in at 248lbs this morning, and that was before a breakfast of a dozen eggs, four cups of oatmeal, three bananas and a quart of milk. He knew he was over 250, he could feel it as he moved. Even his dick was growing. He checked it out in the mirror every morning, and he could feel its new size and heft. Even flaccid, it hung down club-like.

One of Marcus's classes had a very handsome blond guy in it. Marcus noticed that the dude started sitting closer and closer to him each day. He would catch the guy looking at him, so he made sure he wore a tight XXL polo shirt to class. He would casually flex his triceps and biceps, making them pop and swell. One day, when the blond was sitting right behind him, he brought up his arm and looked at it, like he had an itch. He tugged the sleeve up to his delt. He tightened his arm right in front of his own face. Then he licked his index finger and ran it along the jutting bulge of his big arm muscle. He ran his finger back and forth, and made sure the kid could see how his skin slid back on forth over the hard biceps. He heard the guy say, 'goddam' under his breath.

After class, Marcus didn't get up. He waited as everyone else left the classroom. The blond waited too.

"Hey, man," said the blond. "You want to go somewhere and go over the notes together?"

"Sure," answered Marcus. "Why don't we go to my place."

The blond took a hard swallow before saying, "OK, cool. I have one more class today though."

"Now," ordered Marcus, standing up and towering over the blond. He bounced his pecs, and smirked as the guy stared at his rolling mounds, big as pillows.

The blond gulped again. "OK, sure," he said, standing. They were about the same height, but Marcus could tell that he outweighed the guy by 70 to 80 pounds of hardcore muscle.

On the walk back to his apartment, the Marcus discovered that the blond guy chatted a lot. Maybe he was just nervous. He told Marcus about being on the golf and tennis teams. Not exactly alpha sports, but the dude was fit, and almost absurdly good looking.

As they walked into Marcus's apartment, the blond was saying how he wanted to gain some more size, but not too much, because he was hoping to become a pro golfer after college.

"You don't like big muscle?" Marcus asked.

"Don't get me wrong, man, on you it looks amazing. I just can't get too musclebound for golf."

"You think I'm too musclebound for golf?"

"Naw man, I didn't mean...."

"Look at this arm, boy," Marcus said, flexing. "I can hit a 300 yard drive with this arm." Marcus had no idea how far he could hit a ball, since he'd never actually golfed. But he felt like he could do anything, especially as his biceps peak rose up and ripped the sleeve of his polo clear past his shoulder.

"Oh my god," stuttered the handsome blond.

"Yeahhh," said the bigger man. "We'll have to go out on the links one day, so I can crush you with this musclebound muscle."

"Geezus man, your arm is huge!"

"Get on your knees."

"What??" asked the blond. But as Marcus pulled his polo shirt over his head and tossed it aside, the handsome golfer dropped to his knees, either out of obeisance, or by faintness.

"Too musclebound for you now?" said Marcus.

" ggod no," stammered the stunned blond.

Marcus flexed and posed in front of the glazed eyes of his worshipper. He'd never seen anyone get so awestruck. But then he was bigger than ever, and the new 120lbs of muscle packed onto his former 140lbs body, was so tight and full, no wonder the little golfer was jonesing for it.

"Strip," ordered Marcus, and the blond started undoing his shirt buttons, fast as he could. Marcus kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his pants. He was wearing posers underneath them, and his swelling member was pushing to get out.

"oh fuck oh fuck," said the blond, as he tore off the rest of his clothes, all the while staring at the big muscle in front of him. At 165lbs, he was very fit and attractive, but no comparison to the powerhouse he was stripping down for.

Marcus's legs had responded especially fast to his training, and he flexed his quads for his little friend. "Closing in on 28 inches," he said, admiring his own size by rubbing his hand down his leg.

"That's the size of my waist," said the blond, staring at the big hard thighs in front of him.

"Touch it," said Marcus. The blond reached out and grabbed a thigh. His hands looked small on the big limb. Marcus flexed his quad hard. The blond responded by groaning, and then putting his mouth on the leg and sucking. Marcus reached inside his poser and pulled out his big cock. He let it flop down on the smaller man's blond hair. "You want to suck me off, or you want me to fuck your hole-in-one?" Marcus asked.

"Let's do both," said the blond, who boldly opened his mouth and swallowed Marcus's dick down his throat.

"Oh yehhh," growled Marcus. He grabbed the blond's ears and guided him up and own his cock. And it was definitely bigger. At least 2 inches longer than it had been before he started lifting. Thicker too. He could tell by the way it was stretching the golfer's mouth out. By the time he was fully engorged, the blond kept gagging on it each time he pushed it in. Marcus pulled out of his mouth with a pop, and stroked himself a couple of times, watching as precum roped out of his big slit. "Hold on," he said. He went into his bathroom, and when he came out, he had on an extra large trojan, and a bottle of body oil in one hand. "Bend over and grab your ankles. I'm going to fuck you standing," he told the blond, who did what he was told. Marcus poured body oil all over the blond's smooth ass, then sank into him slowly, pulling his hips into him with his strong hands. He quickly got into a hard, even, pounding rhythm. It didn't take long for the blond to shoot all over Marcus's rug. Who could blame him, thought Marcus, he's getting fucked by a super stud of muscle. Then he pictured himself as a 340 pound stud of muscle, and he didn't last long either. He came so hard that when he pulled out, he saw that the end of the trojan had blown apart like it had been put over the end of a shotgun that had been fired.

After the blond got himself cleaned up and left, Marcus mixed himself up a double batch of protein shake. He could feel his balls churning out testosterone as he got ready to go to the gym. He was psyched up for a 2 hour hardcore session of lifting, one that would cripple a normal dude for a week. Today was back and bi day, and Marcus was going to bloat his lats and arms till they were swollen like hardened balloons.

[luvyalots]

Get bigger, kid! Goddamn, BIGGER!!!

[muscleboytom]

Grow, Marcus, grow! 350 plus and ripped!

[arpeejay]

350?

That's just "on the way..."

I'm sure he's destined for 400 lbs. or more! :-)

xoxo

Richard

[wrestlejock646]

Great series...just like all your other ones. Keep up the awesome work!

[imfit]

Grow and dominate!

[philat99]

Great series! Thanks!