Jack's Story - Part 2

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Jack's Story - Part 2
By John D.

During the first month I worked out, I didn?t tell my friends what I was doing. I always wore a big sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants when we got together. They couldn?t see what was happening to my body. They thought I was too embarrassed by my puny body to let anyone see it, especially after being humiliated by Charlie on my birthday. One time they did notice that I was eating an awful lot of food at Charlie?s house. I asked for seconds and then thirds. ?Jesus, Jackie,? Charlie said. ?You?re eating a shitload of food for a little shrimp like you. You?re gonna get fat as a pig!? Then he laughed and all my friends laughed with him. I just smiled and kept on eating.

Well, during that first month of lifting, I gained 30 pounds of fuckin? muscle, going from a skinny, weak 95 pound boy to a strong and very muscular 125 pound teenager. When you consider that I lost all my babyfat too, I probably added almost 40 pounds of rock-hard muscle to my body in one month. That?s a fucking lot of muscle that got packed on to a kid who only weighed 95 to start! My body just seemed to explode from the heavy lifting and the huge amounts of food and supplements I was eating. I never dreamed I could get big and muscular so quick, but I did. In fact I never thought I would ever have any muscles at all, but everything changed overnight, after my first workout. I guess I have pretty good genetics after all, even though they didn?t kick in until I was 14.

I also grew 2 inches in height to 5?4?in that month. Not very tall, but that 125 pounds of muscle looked great on my body. I was far more muscular than most of the taller kids I knew. And something else happened. My cock grew an inch too. And my balls grew bigger, hangin? large and low in my big ball sack. They could really produce a lot of cum. Surge after surge after surge of thick, white liquid that I could spurt high in to the air. I guess my cock and balls grew just like the rest of my body. And my prick got a lot thicker. It was now over 7 inches long and very thick. And it got hard all the time. I could cum 7 or 8 times a day if I wanted to. But I usually only beat off twice or three times a day, ?cause I was workin? out and eating all the time. Every orgasm was fantastic. I was, and still am, a big, muscular fucking machine.

I laugh now when I think about how excited I was about getting to be half as strong as Pete after a year or two. Fuck, I was more than half as strong as him after one week! I could bench 75 pounds after one week and I remember he said his maximum bench was 140, the same as his weight. After just a little over two weeks, I could bench 150, so I was already stronger than him! And all my other muscles were just as strong. After 2 weeks, I could curl with 60 and squat with 180. That was way more than Pete could do. And this was after just 8 workouts! Before two weeks was up, it was obvious that Pete?s little beginner weight set was gonna be too light for me. I could bench the whole bar with all the plates for 8 reps and I knew I?d need even more weight for my next workout. At the rate I was going, there was no way that little weight set was gonna keep up with my muscles.

My dad could see that too. And he was really happy to see me puttin? on muscle so fast. He said he always wished he could have had muscles as a kid but he never did. Now he was lookin? at his son growing like a fuckin? out-of-control weed and really diggin? it. So me and my dad brought Pete?s little weight set back to his garage and put it back just like it was. I smiled when I thought of Pete coming back from tennis camp and seeing it there. He would probably think I gave up and stayed a puny shrimp. Won?t he be in for a big surprise! Me and dad went to a special home gym store and bought a huge amount of equipment and weights. It had an Olympic bar, lots of plates, a bench and a squat rack, a rack for heavy military presses, a lat pull-down machine, some dipping bars, and a leg press machine. Plus we got lots of dumbbells in weights up to 100 pounds. I looked at those big mothers and thought about my muscles getting big enough to lift them. I knew they would. It was just a matter of time. Not too much time the way my muscles were growing.

So I worked out with my new weight set. My muscles seemed to know they were lifting real muscleman weights. They just kept getting bigger and stronger. They weren?t the muscles of a puny punk anymore. They were the muscles of a muscleman. After two weeks of lifting I changed from the beginner routine to the super-advanced routine. I skipped the intermediate and the advanced routine. My muscles were already super-advanced. I worked out every day, working a different muscle group each time. So now my muscles had three or four days to rest, but I was blasting my body with the heaviest weights possible every day. I was eating like a wild man and wolfing down the protein shakes. I started eating creatine too. It gave my muscles an extra surge of growth and power.

I?m still packin? on more muscle every week, but that first month of training was totally incredible. It was the best month of my life. My muscles grew so fast I still can?t believe it. I remember I had some short sleeve button shirts that fit me just fine when I finished 8th grade. My mom even bought me a new shirt for the summer, a nice yellow shirt with white buttons down the front. Well, day by day those shirts started feelin? really tight. My chest was growing at the rate of over 2 inches a week and I was puttin? on over an inch of muscle on my arms every week too. That?s a fucking lot of muscle in a very short time. My body was like a fuckin? muscle machine, gettin? bigger and stronger at warp speed from all the heavy lifting and huge amounts of food I was eating. Those little shirts didn?t stand a chance against my growing muscles. I remember when I put on my new yellow shirt after about 2 weeks of lifting. Me and my mom and dad were going over to my aunt?s house for a family gathering. I put on the shirt and a realized it fit real tight. I hadn?t worn it since I started liftin? and I forgot that my chest was 5 inches bigger already. But that was the only good shirt I had, so I put it on anyway and went to my aunt?s. I ate a ton of food at dinner.

After dinner, us kids went outside to play. My cousin, who?s three years older than me, wanted to play catch with the football. I was always a little runt to him and he liked showing off how big and strong he was. Well, he threw a long pass to me and I caught it perfectly. Then it was my turn to throw him a long pass. He looked at me like he knew I wouldn?t be able to throw the ball all the way to him, but he was gonna make me try and make a fool of myself as usual. I brought my right hand back to throw the ball. I threw it forward as hard as I could and right then I heard a popping sound as the top 4 buttons of my shirt were ripped off by my flexing pecs. I stood there kind of surprised at what my muscles had done. Then I saw the ball driving into my cousin?s gut and knocking him over. I had thrown a line drive right at him. He came over to me and looked at my shirt, with the 4 top buttons busted off and my bulging pecs peeking through. The tops of my abs were also showing a little. He could also see the bottom part of my biceps, which were 2 inches bigger than the last time he saw me and the muscles in my forearms which were writhing like snakes under my skin. I flexed my pecs a little and they bulged out under the little shirt, forcing it further apart. My cousin looked kinda stunned. He said, ?You look like you been workin? out a little.? ?Yeah, a little,? I said. We played catch for another 20 minutes or so. I could throw the ball farther than he could. He was totally shocked. He kept looking at my chest. At those round pecs peeking out from under the busted shirt. I smiled as I thought about my big pecs rippin? the buttons off my shirt and my cousin getting blown away lookin? at my body. Fuck, I could already bench 150 pounds. My pecs were stronger than his already. I wasn?t gonna take any shit from him anymore.

After that, I busted out all the buttons of my old shirts. I got a rush putting them on ? shirts that fit me perfectly less than a month before ? and then flexing my lats and pecs and blowing out those buttons. Shit, when your muscles are growing as fast as mine were, no fuckin? shirt could hold ?em back. I even put on some old tee shirts, shirts that I actually wore to school for 8th grade. I could hardly fit ?em over my chest and shoulders. My arms were so big that the sleeves wouldn?t go over my biceps. I?ll never forget what I did to one shirt. After I forced the shirt over my shoulders and chest and stretched the sleeves over my bulging biceps, I took a deep breath and flexed my biceps, shoulders, pecs and lats, all at the same time. There was a loud ripping sound as the fucking shirt literally tore apart. The tight fabric was blown to shreds by my huge muscles. I felt like a real stud.

At the end of my first month of training I looked in the mirror and checked out my 125 pounds of shredded muscle. I didn?t have an ounce of fat on my body. My chest had grown from 30 to 40 inches. Ten inches of rock-hard muscle got packed on my chest. My pecs bulged out proudly with striations of muscle clearly showing and nice, deep cleavage between the mounds of hard muscle. My nipples pointed a little bit downward, ?cause the muscle in my pecs bulged out so much. I could now bench press 210 pounds. At a weight of 125 pounds I was benching over 200 pounds! I did some math and figured out that this was half again as much as Pete could bench. So I was 150% stronger than him, not 50% as strong. And this was after only a month. God, I felt good.

My shoulders had really gotten wide. I think my shoulder bones got wider at the same time I was getting taller. My shoulders were capped with big, round mounds of muscle. It looked like someone had molded some thick clay onto my shoulders. Each fiber was clearly visible under my thin, tan skin. As I moved my arms the fibers in my delts flexed and unflexed, actually pulsating under my skin. My shoulders looked like they were about twice a wide as my narrow hips. Before I had nothing but bone on my skinny shoulders. I couldn?t believe how much muscle I had there now. Muscle that could military press 150 pounds, 25 pounds more than I weighed!

I had thick traps coming down from my muscular neck across my back. I had been doing some heavy shoulder shrugs and my traps and neck had really thickened up in the past couple of weeks. Thick traps, wide muscular shoulders, big bulging pecs. I smiled as I took in just how big and muscular I had gotten.

When I smiled, my teeth sparkled in the mirror. When I was skinny and weak, I never thought I was very good looking. I guess since my body was so puny I never thought of myself as having any looks. Well, now that I had muscles I realized that I was a pretty good looking kid. I have light brown hair, which always bleaches out in the summer sun. My eyes are blue, with just a little green in them. I?ve got a strong-looking jaw and chin. I?ve got high cheekbones. My teeth are straight and very white. I smiled in the mirror and said out loud, ?Stud, you not only got muscles, you got killer looks too.? My cock twitched as I said that.

Then I looked down at my lats and flexed ?em... They flared out like muscular wings. They slashed down from under my broad shoulders, forming an incredible ?V? shape as they tapered to my narrow waist. Those big slabs of muscle helped add all those inches to my chest measurement. Before I started lifting I couldn?t do even one pullup. After a month I could do 50 easy. I was doing lat pulldowns for reps with 140 pounds, way over my bodyweight. My lats were superbig and superstrong.

Then I flexed my arms and stared at the bulging muscle. My arms had grown from 9 to 14 inches. That?s 14 inches of fuckin? hard muscle. My arms were an inch bigger than Pete?s and they were a lot fucking stronger. I could curl 90 pounds for reps. That skinny tennis player Pete could only do 50 pounds. When I flexed my biceps, even I couldn?t believe how big and round hard they were. Big blue veins crisscrossed my biceps and bulging forearms. My biceps were bigger, rounder and more peaked than any kid?s biceps I had seen at school. They were way bigger than Charlie?s biceps. Charlie?s arm would look like a little kid?s next to mine. My triceps were big too, bulging out at the bottom of my arms and springing into a horseshoe shape when I straightened my arms and flexed them.

I looked at my abs. Shit, I didn?t even need to flex ?em and they still looked like a fuckin? washboard. My waist was only 27 inches and it was all shredded muscle. It had grown only one inch during my month of heavy training and that inch was solid, corrugated steel-like muscle. I ordered my abs to flex and they instantly obeyed, forming a brick wall that could stop any punch with ease. There were deep cuts between the flexing bricks. I made my hands into fists and pounded as hard as I could into my abs. My hard punches just bounced away harmlessly. I could hardly feel them. Those abs were tough, just like me.

Next I flexed my quads and calves. My legs got so strong so fast it was unbelievable. They just blasted through the weights on Pete?s little beginner set. I could squat with the whole set after a little more than a week. Now that I had the big weights, my legs were unleashed and were growin? like crazy. I could squat with 275 pounds. Pretty good for a little 125 pound kid, huh? But my favorite leg exercise is the leg press. I love the feeling of absolute power I get when I load a fuckin? shitload of weight on that machine, put my body underneath, put my feet on the pads, and then drive up the big iron with the sheer force of my bulging quads and glutes. After one month of lifting, I could leg press with 380 pounds. I felt like a fuckin? superman! When I did the leg presses, I looked up at all those huge 45 pound iron plates and then I looked at my quads. ?Smash those big fuckers,? I said to my quads and they blasted up with incredible force, muscling the heavy iron out of their way until they had fully extended. They had smashed the big iron fuckers. Then they did it all over again for 7 more reps. At the end of the set, those quads were throbbing and practically busting out of my skin. During my first month of training, my quads grew from 15 to 22 inches. They were big and they were fuckin? strong! I flexed ?em in the mirror. Huge slabs of muscle bulged out, striated with fibers and covered with veins.

Then I flexed my calves. My calves had grown just as fast as my quads, going from 11 to 15 inches. I did a couple of toe raises and the heads of muscle in my calves bulged out like cut diamonds. Veins were everywhere, carrying huge quantities of blood to the flexing muscle. I looked at my legs and smiled. They were the legs of a real stud. Legs that could knock a kid over so hard he wouldn?t know what hit him. So many kids have skinny little legs even when they have pretty muscular arms and upper bodies. Well, my legs were just as muscular as the rest of me. I had the whole package.

Finally I ripped off my shorts so I could get a good look at my muscle butt. I stood totally nude in front of the mirror. My butt was round and firm and a dark, golden tan, just like the rest of my body. I had laid out nude in the sun every day, and my butt was beautiful, if I do say so myself. It was very round and firm, pushing out the fabric of my boxers or my shorts when I wore them. It was solid muscle. I flexed my glutes and dimples appeared on the sides of my asscheeks when the muscle tightened. My ass was so muscular I could even see some muscle striations when I flexed.

As I watched my buff, nude body in the mirror, my cock got hard. It was already semi-hard from all the flexing of my individual muscle groups and now that I was nude and watching my whole body flex, it got as hard as a rock. I started stroking it gently with my right hand while I ran my left hand over my pecs and abs and butt. My muscles were so hard to the touch it was incredible. Within a minute, my dick was twitching with excitement. I spit on my hand and rubbed the warm spit all over the thick, rock-hard shaft. Instantly I came, blasting huge amounts of cum right into the mirror. I must have spurted about 10 times, and each time an incredible spasm of pleasure surged through my muscular body. When I finished, the mirror was completely covered with creamy, white cum.

The next day I went over to Charlie?s house to hang out with him and Brandon, Chris and Andy, three of my other friends. As usual I was wearing my baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants. When we had lunch, I asked Charlie?s mother for seconds and thirds. I ate about three times as much food as any of the other guys. None of the guys could believe how much I ate. After lunch we got up and Charlie said, ?Jackie-boy, I?ve been watchin? you eat all that fuckin? food and I know you?re getting fat as hell. You?re wearing that fucking sweatshirt so we won?t see all that blubber. Well, I wanna see that fat, and I wanna see it now.?

Charlie reached over and grabbed my sweatshirt. I could have pushed him away easy, but I bent over and let him pull the sweatshirt off my body. I wasn?t wearing any other shirt underneath. I stood up straight right in front of Charlie, showing off my big upper body. I just stood there, not even flexing. But even without flexing, my body was blowin? the minds of my friends. I had a deep, dark tan. My muscles were big and rippling under my thin skin. There wasn?t an ounce of fat on my whole body. I was big and I was shredded. ?Holy shit,? yelled Charlie. My other friends were paralyzed. They just stood there with their mouths open.

After a few seconds, I flexed my right arm right in front of Charlie?s face. ?Does that look like fat to you, fuckhead?? I said. Charlie?s eyes were bulging out of his head as he looked at the enormous ball of muscle in front of him. My peak was huge. Fibers of muscle twitched under my thin skin and veins were everywhere. Charlie sort of croaked. He didn?t really say anything. He was in a state of shock. I wrapped my arm around Charlie?s neck and used that big bicep to pull in on my forearm with incredible power. Now Charlie?s neck was being crushed by my big arm. I placed my bicep right in front of his windpipe and flexed. ?Crack!? The huge muscle exploded when I flexed it and it smashed into Charlie?s windpipe, cracking the cartilage as it busted through. ?Does that feel like fat, asshole?? I said. ?Pretty strong fuckin? fat, if you ask me.? Then I flexed and unflexed my bicep several times more, each time ramming the big monster harder and harder into Charlie?s little neck. ?This is fun,? I said. ?I like the feeling of my big muscle smashing into your puny little neck.? Charlie started to gasp. I think he was still in a state of shock, not believing what was happening to him and who was doing it.

Finally I let go and pushed Charlie onto the floor. I stripped off my sweatpants and stood over him wearing just my boxer shorts. Charlie looked up at my big, muscular legs, my shredded waist and my huge chest, shoulders and arms. His eyes were still bulging. He looked me up and down. He could see there wasn?t a weak point on my whole body. I saw him look at my boxers and check out my big cock that was kinda semi-hard underneath. It was trying to force itself out and it looked huge underneath the fabric. ?Now who?s the man and who?s the boy?? I said. ?I?m not gonna take any shit from you or anyone else anymore.?

I reached down and picked Charlie up. I grabbed his arms right by his armpits and pressed him up and down about five times. It was nothin? for me and Charlie could tell. Then I put him down on his feet and said, ?Let?s armwrestle, fuckhead. I wanna repeat match.? Charlie looked at my relaxed arms, which were bulging with muscle at my sides. Both my biceps and triceps were flexing under my skin with each little movement of my arms. My forearms bulged with rippling muscle. Charlie said, ?Uh, I don?t think so, Jackie............?

That was a big mistake. Before he could get another word out, I made my right hand into a fist, pulled my arm back and pounded it into his gut. He saw it coming just it time to flex his abs. But it didn?t matter. My punch was so hard it smashed through his abs into his gut. He cried out and buckled over in pain. I was surprised at how much I hurt him, ?cause I only hit him with about a third of my strength. I really tried to hold back.

I picked him up off the floor and said, ?Don?t you ever call me Jackie again. You know I hate that name. It?s a girl?s name. When I was puny and weak I couldn?t do anything about it when you and the other guys called me that. Well, now I can do a fuckin? lot about it.? I made my hand into a fist again and flexed my arm like I was gonna throw another punch. Charlie looked at my rippling arm and huge striated delts and started to tremble. ?Anybody who calls me Jackie again is gonna pay for it,? I said. ?And by the way, fuckhead, I was only using about a third of my strength on that punch.? Charlie was still trembling. ?OK, asshole, now it?s your turn. I?m gonna give you a free shot at my abs. Punch ?em as hard as you can. Let?s see what you got.? Charlie looked at me with some anger in his eyes. He had always been the dominant kid in our group and he used to punch me in the gut all the time, just to prove his dominance. I knew he wanted to do it again. I knew he wanted to smash his fist through the abs of the kid who had just bashed in his own gut.

I stood in front of Charlie and casually flexed my abs. The muscles looked like corrugated iron, like fuckin? bricks. Charlie made a fist and wound up his right arm as far back as he could. Then he pounded his fist into my abs with all the strength his 14 year old body could deliver. ?Smackkkk!? His fist hit my abs and bounced off like it had hit a fuckin? brick wall. I could hardly feel the punch. My abs didn?t even get dented. Charlie howled in pain and grabbed his wrist with his other hand. The force of his punch hitting my fuckin? brick wall of muscle had fucked up his hand and wrist. His fist smashed itself on my abs. It was like he had smashed his fist against solid iron. He held his hand and looked down in awe at my abs.

?Fuckin? hard, aren?t they?? I said. ?Well, I guess we know I can fuck you up any time I want and your little muscles can?t do a fuckin? thing to this rock-hard body. You?re a fuckin? wuss.? Charlie just stood there looking at my muscles.

?There?s one more thing we?re gonna do, fuckhead. We?re gonna armwrestle.? Charlie could tell that wasn?t a request. It was an order. Just a month before, he had made me feel like a little 10 year old punk by smashing both of my arms to the table. But I sure wasn?t the same kid I was a month before. Now I was a muscleman. Now I was gonna be the one givin? out the punishment.

Charlie put his right arm on the table and I did the same. We locked grips. Andy yelled ?go.? Charlie pushed as hard as he could, but I just held my arm in the middle. I was surprised at how weak he felt to me, especially considering he had smashed both of my arms to the table just a month before. After about a minute, he was starting to pant and sweat and I was just casually sitting there with my arm up, like nothing was happening. His arm was beet red and his little bicep was bulging under his skin. A month before, I would have been staring at that bicep in awe. Now it looked puny to me. My arm was bulging, but you could tell it wasn?t really straining at all. Still, my bicep was fuckin? huge compared to Charlie?s. ?Is that all you got, big guy?? I asked. Charlie was breathing so hard he couldn?t answer. ?Time?s up, loser,? I said. Almost like I was swatting a fly, I smashed Charlie?s arm down on the table in an instant. It was so easy I couldn?t believe it. Then I held his hand there and pressed hard with my triceps, grinding his poor hand into the table. I liked watching my triceps bulge as they applied enormous force to Charlie?s little hand.

Then I let go and said, ?OK, Charlie, I?ll let you use two arms, just like you let me do. I?ll even use my left arm.? Charlie looked at the bulging muscles in my left arm. They were just as big and shredded as the muscles in my right arm. He shook his head. I grabbed his hands and jammed his elbows on the table. ?That was an order, Charlie. I?m the one givin? out the fucking orders around here now.? Charlie gulped. I had changed from the little runt to the dominant male in one month.

I put my left arm on the table and grabbed Charlie?s left hand. He put his right hand right in back of his left. My bicep was twitching in anticipation. It had already formed a big ball of muscle on my arm. I could see the fibers of muscle flexing and pulsating under my skin. Andy said ?go.? Charlie pushed with both hands as hard as he could. He was really trying to win. He didn?t want to be as much of a wuss to me as I was to him last month. Slowly my arm started to go backwards. Charlie?s face lit up as he saw his arms pushing my arm back. He doubled his efforts. Both of his arms were beet red and his muscles were straining to the max. His face was all contorted and red and he was starting to sweat. He pushed my arm all the way down until it was only about an inch from the table. Charlie could taste his victory.

Suddenly, the forward movement in Charlie?s arms stopped completely. He kept pushing down but nothing happened. It was like I had a one inch thick piece of wood under my hand, keeping it from going any further down. He looked up at me and gasped. He could see that I wasn?t even breathing hard. Then, he looked at my bicep. The muscle was bulging, but it wasn?t really straining. It was holding Charlie?s arms in place like it was nothin?. I looked at Charlie and said, ?Get real, weakling. Did you really think your little muscles could beat that big mother?? Both Charlie and I looked at my bicep. Charlie looked in awe at the huge muscle. I looked at it in awe too. I could hardly believe that huge fucker was mine. But I was this huge muscle?s master. My big bicep did what I wanted. I felt like a fuckin? god. I told my bulging bicep to show Charlie?s little arms what a real man?s muscle can do. As I watched, my bicep started to almost bulge out of my skin. The rock hard fibers of muscle contracted with enormous force to form a huge ball of living rock. Veins crisscrossed everywhere. Slowly it lifted Charlie?s arms back up. When it got the to middle, it stopped. Just like I ordered it to do. ?Feel the power of a real man, wimp,? I said. I gave the order to my muscles. My huge, throbbing bicep bulged even more and smashed Charlie?s two arms down to the table just as fast as before.

I stood up and flexed my arms in a triumphant double biceps pose. Andy, Chris and Brandon all came running up and started feeling my muscles. Charlie sat at the table for a minute rubbing his arms. Then he came up and wanted to feel my muscles too. I was definitely the dominant male. I felt great.

Well, after that I hardly ever wore a shirt for the rest of the summer. Just some shorts. My big body was out there for all to see. And what a sight it was. Everywhere I went people would turn their heads and stare at my muscles. Girls would come up and ask me to flex for them. I?d always do it and I know they got wet in their crotch when they felt my big, hard muscles. Some girls really liked feeling my rock hard abs. They ran their hands over the washboard of muscle, oohing and aahing at how hard and ripped it was.

One day at the mall a cute girl came up and asked me to flex. She said she had never seen a kid with so much muscle before. I was wearing a tight white tank top that showed all of my delts and traps and most of my pecs and lats. The little shirt was just clinging to my big body. My arms bulged at my sides. I had ripped off the bottom part of the shirt, so my abs were in clear view, looking like a fuckin? washboard. I flexed my bicep and the girl almost fainted when she tried to wrap her little fingers around my bicep and tricep. My flexed arm was too big for her to reach her fingers from top to bottom. Since she couldn?t do that, she wrapped her fingers just around my bicep and squeezed as hard as she could. She couldn?t make the slightest dent in that rock. ?Oooh,? she said. ?It?s so big and it?s so hard!?

I grabbed her hand and placed it on my pec. Then I flexed the muscle and it bulged in her hand, a big, round melon of muscle that was for sure bigger than any muscle she had ever felt. After that I let go and she ran her hands all over my body, feeling my delts, my lats, my legs and my butt. Then she put her hand on my abs and rubbed it up and down on the smooth tan skin. I flexed and unflexed the muscle and she felt my living washboard of iron pulsating under her fingers. ?I never felt muscle like that before,? she said as she rubbed her hand up and down on the corrugated iron. "That?s ?cause you never felt me before,? I said. ?That muscle?s super-hard and super-strong, just like all of me.? She looked into my eyes with a look that said, ?You?re the biggest stud I?ve ever seen. I want your body.? Then she slipped her hands under my shorts and squeezed my big cock.

My cock was pretty hard by the time she squeezed it, ?cause I was gettin? all turned on by the girl touching all my muscles. ?My muscles aren?t the only thing that?s big and hard on my body,? I said to her as she squeezed my dick. ?That big, thick cock loves to fuck,? I whispered in her ear. I had never fucked a girl before, but I knew I could fuck like a bull. She looked into my blue-green eyes and kissed me real hard on the lips. I kissed her back and jammed my tongue into her mouth and pushed her tongue around. My tongue was really strong, just like the rest of me. I could push her tongue around real easy. My strong tongue did to her mouth what my big cock could do to her cunt. It fucked her. We kissed for about a minute. While we were kissing, she was running one hand over my muscles and squeezing my dick with the other hand. My cock was now as hard as a steel pipe. Then she wrapped her hands around my big chest and started ramming her cunt into my hard cock. We were in the mall right in front of a bunch of people, but I didn?t give a fuck. I pumped my cock into her crotch, pretending that I was actually fucking her. I thrust my hips back and forth, sometimes lifting her off the ground with the power of my throbbing muscles. ?Fuck me, stud,? she said. ?Fuck me right now.? She looked at my muscular body and into my eyes. She was so turned on by me I couldn?t believe it. I was totally hard too, and it would have been easy for me to pick her up, carry her out to a deserted area and fuck the shit out of her. Right then and there I knew I was gonna be able to fuck any girl I wanted.

But before I could do anything, my friend Andy tapped me on the shoulder and said, ?Time to go, stud. My mom?s waiting in the car.? The girl looked really upset that I had to go. She scribbled her phone number on a scrap of paper and made me promise to call her. I put the paper in my pocket and walked out of the mall with Andy. Then I threw the paper away. She was just one of hundreds of girls who wanted my body.

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