Little Mikey - Part 8.3 - Phys. Ed. Class

[mlbjock]

Part 1 : Discovery
Part 2 : A Little Exploration
Part 3 : Nate
Part 4 : Nate and Mike
Part 5 : Beginning Relations
Part 6 : The Yard
Part 7.1 Playtime
Part 7.2 Steel, Muscle, and Nate
Part 7.3.1 Fun
Part 7.3.2 Ouch
Part 8.1 School
Part 8.2 Steve

Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction.

Little Mikey - Part 8.3 - Phys. Ed. Class

by MLBJock

Except a few things had changed which seemed to have escaped Mike's new broadband perception, but not that of his schoolmates. Heading down the hall he walks past Beth and Liz, two bubbly cheerleaders that are in uniform for the basketball pep-rally later today, immediately stopping their animated conversation about a football jock named Johnny that just started dating Beth and was a key receiver in their recent state championship win. Except now both seemed to have forgot all about Johnny and stared at Mike, actually seeing him for the first time. And it's not all that surprising, the new young stud walks, some might even call it strutting, by with a vigor and confidence that was never there before. As his arms moved the sleeves of his oxford shirt would tighten around his harder, shredded, but only somewhat bigger muscle, emphasizing thick belly of his biceps, the width of his tris and cuts in his delts. When both arms hit just the right position the fabric covering his pecs would strain just a bit around the buttons showing the outline of pecs that never existed before. While Mike's brain seemed to capture the reaction of the girls, resulting in him puffing up his chest a bit more, his conscious brain was totally focused on the upcoming class.

Today was the physical assessment day, the day when all the kids have to run a mile climb a rope and, do as pushups, pull-ups, situps, as they can in two minutes. Typically this was Mike's worst day ever in PE. At the start of the year he couldn't get up the rope at all, barely got 5 pushups on his knees, not a single pull-up and only 11 sit-ups, and worst he couldn't finish the run before class was over. As usual he was last in the school, even president of the chess club, managed to get 1 pull-up, and the taunting from even his nerdy classmates would last for a couple weeks. This time, things were going to be different.

Mike entered the boys' locker room and headed for his corner, to avoid him getting to made fun of, the gym teacher always assigned him a locker as far from the other boys as possible so no one noticed the shredded 8-pack and 1" thick pecs both with a manly dusting of dark hair when he unbuttoned his shirt. Nor did they notice the steel cables in his forearms, the baseball sized biceps all capped with men's softball sized delts, all with the cuts that clearly showing the etymology of their name's. Reaching up to Mike wraps his hand around the heavy-duty Master lock on his locker, it was the biggest available since the guys would break into his locker to have some fun, and with a smirk tugs gently down snapping the locking mechanism like cheap plastic and ripping the lock from the bolt. Opening the locker he takes out his gym gear, strips off his shoes and pants and for the first time actually enjoys putting on his jock. The feeling of his big heavy meat weighing it down, pulling the heavy waistband away from his abs. 'Man this is so awesome!', he thinks as his cups his package feeling the weight in his hands. Unfortunately his perfect sense of time reminds him that he's only got 2 minutes left to change. So he quickly puts on his shorts, which are a bit loose on his waist, and his t-shirt which is actually tight across his now thicker lats and pecs, the sleeves filled with his unflexed bis and tris. Folding his clothes and putting them back in his locker, he jogs out into the main gym.

As usual Mike was the last to emerge from the windowless hall leading into the vast gym. "Windsor! So glad you could join us...NOW, move your butt to the rope!" yelled Coach Masters.

Mike smiled as he trotted over and joined the back of the line. 'Oh yeah! Masters must be sub'ing for Mr. Burns.' Jeff Burns was the usual health and Boys PE teacher but the flu has demoted Steve Masters, Sr. to the job instead of his usual perch as the varsity football, wrestling and strength coach as well as the father of the studly boy Mike was playing with earlier. 'This is gonna be awesome!'

It took several minutes for Mike to work to the front of the line, all the while keeping track of what all the other boys were doing at the other test stations. "Okay Windsor, let's see if you can get off the bottom knot". Stepping onto the knot, Mike reaches up and squeezes the rope, initially crushing the heavy nylon fibre before backing off. Grinning he lifts gently acting like it struggle, causing a couple of the jocks behind him in line to laugh. The loudest being Johnny Brickman, the star wideout that just completed 63 pull-ups in two minutes for a new school record.

Turning to look directly at Brickman, Mike smiles and starts hauling his body hand-over-hand up the rope. 'Fuck I feel like Vin Diesel in that 2nd Riddick movie, but way faster!' he though as he reached the top of the 30 foot rope in less than 3 seconds. Looking down at the stunned crowd, he notices Johnny's mouth was open, and Coach hadn't even started his stop-watch. Knowing full-well he just bested the school record by about 13 seconds, he asks innocently, "how was that coach?" Before he can answer, Mike lets go and drops to the floor below with a loud thump before standing up to silence in the entire gym. Lookup up at the Coach Masters he waits for a minute before asking, "Where too next, Sir?" Still nothing, except he notices the coach staring at his arm. Checking it out for himself, he sees the inch long tear along the sleeve where his bicep has ripped thru showing the cut in the unflexed bi and prominent vein across the top. "Coach...?"

"Huh?!…well I didn't so go kid, so I didn't get your time. You have to do it again!" The big man said, regaining his composure. Coach Masters isn't used to being surprised, especially by one of the geeks. In his 17 years of coaching jocks, including his own son, he'd never seen anything like that. Even his own boy took 16 seconds to get to the top.

"No problem!" Heading back to the rope he nudges in front of Johnny, and grabs the rope. "Ready when you are, Coach!"

"3…2…1…go!" Flexing his arms the studly young MAN flies up the rope hitting the top so fast the coach almost missed it again before dropping again to the ground. Looking back at the boy, his sleeve has completely given ways showing a shredded gun that would put his boy's to shame, smaller definitely, but looking harder and way more cut...'Ffuck what's this kid on?!?'…"Um okay, Windsor 2.7 seconds. That's a new...ummm…record." A few of the nerds start clapping, but most of the gym including the jocks are totally silent." Brickman looked up at the rope, wondering how fast he'd get the top.

Grinning widely, he heads over to the next test area, "Thanks Coach! Was no sweat!" 5 kids and 10 minutes later it's his turn to see how many pushups he can do in two minutes. Looking up at the female volleyball coach, Mrs. Peters, he asks, "Can I try something a bit harder?" Looking a bit puzzled she just nods. Dropping down to his hands, he pushes off the floor with his feet hit the perfect handstand position in the middle of the gym. Again the kids are staring as he looks at Mrs. Peters, "Ready."

Hearing the click of the stopwatch, his superior muscle goes to work as he busts out handstand pushups faster than Johnny did his regular ones. The motion so forceful yet controlled his t-shirt becomes untucked and falls to his pecs revealing his shredded 8-pack with the treasure trail plunging up into this waistband. The site of Mike's corrugated manly abs makes a few of the girls, and even some guys gasp, all of which Mike notices but that doesn't stop his powering thru this event. Quickly hitting 75 reps, 1/2 the current record, in 42 seconds the stud drops his feet, falling into the regular pushup position. Except rather than stopping, he throws a hand behind his back and starts pumping out one-armed push ups at better than 2 a second. Again hitting 75 reps, a mere 27 seconds later, he explodes up allowing him to come down on his other hand without breaking his rhythm. Exactly 27 and 75 reps later, he repeats the hard push off, this time coming down on both hands and proceeds to crank out another 80 normal reps in the remaining 24 seconds before the stop-watch beeps that time expired. Jumping up with a massive smile, Mike looks up to Coach Peters, "Did you get them?" The silence in the gym was deafening, so much that no one was even heard breathing.

Nodding, Mrs. Peters looks around and says, "Ttthreee hunddddred five reps. More than twice Nate Hartmann's record." And with that cheers went up from most of the class, even some of the jocks were hooting at the new member of their elite frat. Mike smiled even broader, 'Ha, Nate had the old 150 rep records. Too bad he wasn't here to see this, probably would've cum!'

A piercing whistle blast from Coach Stevens broke up the cheers…"Move it Windsor, you're holding up the line!"

Looking over at the burly man, and noticing that he was covering his crotch with his clipboard, he says "Sorry Coach!" With a smirk and even more confidence he heads for the pull-up station, noticing Johnny Brickman and the huge tent in his shorts. 'Damn, even made the studly black jock hard. Guess what they say about black men is true, he's massive! Well until he sees me!' Chuckling he gets in line.

Turns out the wait wasn't very long. This station is being run by one of Coach's student aides, which were all jocks looking for a easy period, and in this case it was Ryan Stone. Ryan's only a sophomore but is a great jock; easily the best home-run hitter on the varsity baseball team and also one of the strongest guys in school. After watching Mike shatter two school records obvious ease, he just couldn't help himself and had to see what's next. "Hey bud, why don't you go next…"

'Wow…that's the first time a jock has ever called me bud' he thought, his grin widening. "Yeah Ryan, no problem." he said as walks around the line, tearing his now shredded sleeves from his t-shirt.

Neither could Mike, thinking of all the jocks he's made hard in the last few hours, he just has to glance Ryan's packages. 'Hmmmm…a bit plump but not all that interesting. Maybe he's wearing a jock like me. Gives me an idea.' Slowly Mike's own massive tool starts to get a bit hard filling out his own bulging package even more. His grin turns to a smirk as he see the surprise on Ryan's face and a twitch in shorts. 'I wonder if he's already gay?' "So what's the record, bro?" he asks, sounding like he's one of the boys.

"Johnny just cranked out 63. That kid's a beast" Ryan proudly declares of his fellow jock.

"Well let's just see…" Ignoring the step he jumps up grabbing the 6 foot bar. "Ready?"

Resetting the stopwatch, "Yup on 3. 1…2..." Looking directly at Ryan, Mike smirks again and drops right arm just as "3!" Ryan shouts as the stopwatch starts its countdown.

His powerful lat, delt and bi explode in a tight mass of cuts and motion as the STUD powers his body up and down in perfect smooth motion. Showing now of the swaying or jerking you typically see even from the athletes. Again being unable to help himself, Ryan counts the reps. "10…20…30…40…damn!…50…60…holy fuck only 45 seconds!…70…" stopping at 75 to change hands, Mike keeps going. "80…100…Holy shit man!…120…140…150…" The stopwatches beeps, "GOD DUDE 156 reps! That's like double Johnny's record!"

Chuckling, "Actually dude that's nearly 2.5 times his record, one-handed, and still EASY! Hey…" looking at Ryan a bit more closely, "what do you weigh bro?"

"200. Why?"

"Grab on, I wanna try something," he says smiling broadly.

"Huh?" Ryan asked, puzzled.

"You heard me." Reaching up with both hands he grab the bar in a wide grip. Ryan walks over, stands on the step and and climbs on Mike's hard bod, chest to chest and wrapping his legs around Mike's smaller waist and quads. Mike's more than a bit surprised since he expected the hot boy to climb onto back. Instead he's looking directly at his face really realizing just how attractive he is, strong jaw, just the right amount of stubble and green eyes. 'Damn he's hotter than I thought…oh and he's definitely hard' feeling Ryan's tool pressing against his abs. Ryan looks directly into his eyes and smiles sheepishly. The other kids murmur amongst themselves, wondering just what's going on?

"Ready?" he says loudly for the benefit of the other students, silencing them. Ryan simply nodes. "Hold on tight man," he whispers and starts to crank out reps at better than one a second, making Ryan groan and flex his muscle harder to hold on to the bucking bronco he was riding.

Hitting 70 reps, he stops hearing a beep in his ear. "45 seconds!" Loud chatter which is a mix of Holy fuck! Did you see that? Oh my god! That was amazing? Damn he's strong! What's his name? What a STUD! takes over the gym and the other kids explode.

Taking the opportunity he whispers into Ryan's ear, "Bro you have no idea how easy that was," which made the studly jock to whimper a bit. "Meet me in the weight room after class and I crush the mile run record." With everyone distracted talking about what just happened, Mike leans forward and gives Ryan a quick kiss surprising the now totally hard jock and making his blush. 'Yeah he's in the closet, but don't think he'll be staying there.' His smirk returning, the uber-jock/nerd lets go dropping a bit to the gym floor, his powerful legs easily absorbing the combined 353 lbs of muscle of the two studs. The thump draws everyone's attention again just as Coach Steven's blows his whistle!

Yelling like a ref just gave a bad call, "ENOUGH! Stone get hell off him and get back to work!" Except he doesn't break his gaze with Mike, instead waiting for the obvious alpha male to nod.

'Holy shit, he's ignoring Coach. Is this what Chris's life's always been like?' Nodding, Ryan gets down, his legs a little wobbly. Grabbing his shoulder, Mike steadies him and smiles, "See ya in a bit bro." Turning, he walks towards Coach, "Should I head for the track coach?" he asked with a bit of deference. While he may not be the MAN in this little group anymore, he was still the teacher and deserved the respect that goes with it.

"Don't ask, just get out there! Stone!..." Nodding Mike jogs out the double-doors to the track. Because this part of the test typically took a while, the record is 6:23 but the average is over 10 minutes, the kids run in groups rather than individually so the 11 students out here waiting didn't know anything that went on inside. Ned Frasier was the aide keeping track of this test, and ironically was the current record holder. He's the fastest guy on the baseball team, and consequently amazing at stealing bases averaging at a least one per game, and didn't get called out all last season. He's also one of the biggest asses in school.

Turning to took at the new arrival, Ned groans when he sees Mikey Windsor. "Well it if isn't little Mikey's the slowest kid in the entire fucking school. I'm gonna be here all day. Why don't you start walking now and MAYBE you'll finish before the bell."

Smiling, "That's okay Ned, I'll go with group, I've been jogging!"

"Whatever kid, I'm not gonna wait for you, if you don't finish you fail." Groaning he turns back towards the track watching the last couple of nerds finish. "14:23. God you guys suck! Now get back inside. Everyone else on the track." A group of 6 kids + Mike shuffles onto the track lining up. "Ready…GO!" and they all burst off in a run. Everyone except Mike…who stretches a bit. "Windsor, get moving!"

"Just wanted to warm up a bit, but yeah sure Ned." Trotting off he started picking up speed with each step, 'Oh hell this is gonna be so fun!' By the first eighth of a mile mark he's already past two kids jogging a leisurely 12 mins/mile but quickly picking up speed. At a quarter mile he started catching up to a couple of the more athletic guys, reaching 8.5 mins/mile, and waving as he passed.

Ned couldn't help by stare as Mike got faster and faster; his arms and legs almost a blur of motion. "What the fuck?!?" he muttered looking down at his stopwatch as the young stud passed the half-mile mark, still speeding up. "3:00.37!? He's actually beating my time. Windsor!!" he shouts confused.

"Be there in a minute" the uber-jock shouts back sounding like he's out of a morning walk. And sure enough a 1:25 later he runs past the stunned baseball star before anyone else.

Looking down, the watch read 4:15. "Holy shit!, Mikey! How'd you fucking do that?!?"

Grinning Mike trots up, "What? That slow jog? Wasn't even trying, man." His breathing slow and steady, "How'd I do?" he asks, already knowing the answer.

"Ummm..4 minutes and 15 seconds, bro. You…ummm…beat my record by 2:07." Really looking at Mike for the first time. His mouth drops open as he looks at the hard, shredded bis that clearly tore thru his sleeves. Moving more center mass, pecs are clearly visible stretching the tee enough that abs are also visible. 'Holy shit, when did he become a jock? And he's not even sweating!'

"Oh yeah?! Cool!" Mike grinned even wider, "I wasn't even trying. Well maybe you'll better when it's your turn." Looking back at the track he sees the next fastest kid is barely past the half-mile mark. "Or maybe not." Chuckling he jogs back towards the gym at a EASY 6 mile/min pace as another group of kids queue . 'Wonder if Ryan's done yet…'

[iceman75]

Ddddddammmmmmnnnnnnn! I loved it. First second to last, completely awesome fantasy writing that I was hard for the whole time, the only disappointment I had was for the mile run, I knew he could probably sprint that out in under a minute, why he took 4 minutes to run a mile is beyond me, I mean he completely humiliated the jocks in the other segments, why not show how he was not only stronger and had more stamina, but was faster as well? I know a 4:15 mile is impressive as hell, but the way Mike was not only breaking records, but blowing them away with ease, most of the time using one hand, makes me think that he could've run the mile in half the time he did, so why didn't he? It certainly wasn't to save the egos of the other jocks, since he didn't do that earlier in the other contests. I'm sorry if it seems I'm obsessing, but to me, that almost took me out of the story. Not that I'm not looking forward to seeing what else he does, I most certainly am. Just that little thing pricked up my attention.

[mlbjock]

Yes he can run much faster. In fact in part he ran @ 1:48 mins/mi (or 32 mph if my math is right) in part 6. Though that was over distance and time. To reach that same speed in just a mile he'd have to acceleration of 0.9 ft/s^2 or 0.61 mph/s or nearly 20x faster than he ran the 10 miles before. Of course the WR 100 yard dash holder has an acceleration of 7 ft/sec and would finish the mile in just over 37 seconds but they just can't maintain that. So yeah it's could be doable for Mike, but this was just a leisurely jog.

I try to keep my work in the realm of physical possibility and had I given it more thought I probably would've run different numbers, but it is what it is.

Originally Posted by iceman75

Ddddddammmmmmnnnnnnn! I loved it. First second to last, completely awesome fantasy writing that I was hard for the whole time, the only disappointment I had was for the mile run, I knew he could probably sprint that out in under a minute, why he took 4 minutes to run a mile is beyond me, I mean he completely humiliated the jocks in the other segments, why not show how he was not only stronger and had more stamina, but was faster as well? I know a 4:15 mile is impressive as hell, but the way Mike was not only breaking records, but blowing them away with ease, most of the time using one hand, makes me think that he could've run the mile in half the time he did, so why didn't he? It certainly wasn't to save the egos of the other jocks, since he didn't do that earlier in the other contests. I'm sorry if it seems I'm obsessing, but to me, that almost took me out of the story. Not that I'm not looking forward to seeing what else he does, I most certainly am. Just that little thing pricked up my attention.

[iceman75]

Originally Posted by mlbjock

Yes he can run much faster. In fact in part he ran @ 1:48 mins/mi (or 32 mph if my math is right) in part 6. Though that was over distance and time. To reach that same speed in just a mile he'd have to acceleration of 0.9 ft/s^2 or 0.61 mph/s or nearly 20x faster than he ran the 10 miles before. Of course the WR 100 yard dash holder has an acceleration of 7 ft/sec and would finish the mile in just over 37 seconds but they just can't maintain that. So yeah it's could be doable for Mike, but this was just a leisurely jog.

I try to keep my work in the realm of physical possibility and had I given it more thought I probably would've run different numbers, but it is what it is.

Don't worry about it, just a minor nitpick. I figured by what he said, how he said it was a slow jog in the story, just enough to have the school record, by over 2 minutes, but not completely smash the World record and bring extra attention to himself, at least not at the moment. Anyway, like I said, I really enjoyed it and am looking forward to seeing him show off more.

[skumbum]

Originally Posted by mlbjock

"Bro you have no idea how easy that was," which made the studly jock to whimper a bit.

Awesome. I just re-read a bunch of parts.

[xmrr20a]

What more is there to say. WOW!

[dickasauras]

I would love a new chapter.

[xmrr20a]

This is such a good story? Are you planning to continue it?

[mlbjock]

Originally Posted by xmrr20a

This is such a good story? Are you planning to continue it?

Yes...eventually...