Leonard's school buddy - Part 3 - Scene 2.1

[vergatario01]

Hi guys, guess who is back...
This a partial of the scene, I think I'll release it in three parts
Is mostly introductory part of a new character that I didn't had in mind to make relevant but readers comments made me ponder and change some things
No dialogue in this part

Leonard's School buddy

Scene 2: Wong's class I

Peter Wong closed the classroom's door and walked crestfallen to his desk. A few steps from it he stopped suddenly. Something was different. At first he couldn?t put his finger on what it was, but a few seconds after he realized that the usual maelstrom that was his class was amiss. From the first day that Mr. Wong set foot into the classroom his students showed the small and mild mannered teacher not respect at all, they just brushed off his presence and went on doing just whatever pleased their young and disrespectful minds. The seniors chatted, screamed and laughed without any restrain; the boys made colorful comments about the girls feminine assets; even spontaneous basketball games prompted out of the blue from time to time. The teacher tried but failed in his attempts to control the students, and his class always seemed more a raucous teen get-together than a teaching session.

However that day, he looked at the rows of students and they were not on their seats -that would be too much to ask-, but they weren't disruptive or even misbehaving even a little, they were for some reason deadly silent. Mr. Wong realized in a couple of heartbeats that the reason was the huge guy standing in front of his desk. He could see the girls' eyes scanning his magnificent muscled body, and the guys exchanging whispered comments and silent body signals with each other, trying to find out who the new guy was.

The teacher took a moment to wonder the same thing. At first when the huge guy crossed the door he thought it was a new student but now he wasn't so sure. Such a big fellow clearly could'n be at high school. The guy was so big and broad that he was practically spilling out of the red tank-top that hugged his torso like a second skin. The flimsy fabric seemed so inadequate to encase such muscular body that it looked like it would burst in any moment. Each muscle in his body was tightly cut, with a definition that to the small man was nothing short of godlike. His massive chest bulged majestically from his ribs, it was just huge, the biggest set of pectorals that Peter Wong had seen in his life, however the giant was so wide that even his titanic chest muscles strained to cover the distance between his sternum and a pair of shoulders the looked the size of cantaloupes. His waist on other hand was so extremely tight; it was hard to believe that it belonged to a man so wide and thick. However there was no mistake in the obvious fact that his middle section was just as hard and strong as the rest of his well muscled body. Mr. Wong could see Ken?s stomach muscles thru the shirt, eight dense and ripped abdominals bricks of hard meat set between bulging oblique walls absolutely amazing in its hardness and definition. His arms were bare and Mr. Wong could appreciate them in all their splendor; his biceps were huge balls of veined muscle that even in their relaxed state -just hanging there at his sides- looked like carved in stone; the forearms were formed by several cords of sharply defined muscle and were easily bigger than the teacher?s own scrawny legs; and the hands were so big that the teacher estimated that one of his own fitted easily in the other's man open palm.

Looking lower, the teacher saw jeans stretched to its limits by monstrous tree-sized-thighs with every detail of its striated rippling musculature showing through the fabric. Calves nearly the sizes of footballs were clearly visible protruding from the sides of his shins. Ken?s pants looked as close to let his huge hard body hulk-out of them as his shirt, and not only because of his muscularity, there was also the fact that a huge bulge in his crotch area was straining the demin to its breaking point, in a valiant struggle to hold in what was obviously an over-endowed package.

His rational mind kept telling him that the guy was just too massive to be a student; however a tiny voice inside his head kept saying 'Of course he is a student. How else would the Lord punish your sinful ways but with a man like this. HE put this young man in front of you to make you pay for your life-long sins of envy and lust. You have always desired the body that others have, when you should be grateful and humbled by what God gave to you. This man embodies all the physical traits that you had always silently coveted.' Peter hated that voice, a byproduct of the ultraconservative education his mother had given to him. He knew that he should had seen a psychotherapist years ago about the fact he kept hearing the sandpaper-like raspy voice of his dead mother inside his head once in a while -basically each time the poor man screwed something up- but his mother also believed that it was a tool for the devil to get into us, so he stood away from seeking professional help.

Jun Wong was a woman raised in a very strict religious household her father and her father?s father were Ministers in illegal House churches in China. House churches, also known as underground churches were persecuted heavily in China before -and in lower tenor after- the loosening in religious restrictions after 1970. Peter?s great-grandfather was executed for his faith and his grandfather suffered prison and heavy interrogations. When the Wong decided to escape from the People?s government of China, Enlai Wong -Jun?s father- barely enjoyed his arrival to USA. Six months after they set foot on American soil the old man died, happy for had been able to take his family to freedom but also very poor, leaving a wife and three children to fend for themselves in a country and a culture they didn?t understood. As the older child Jun help her mother to take care of her siblings, and with the help of the church her father had affiliated they survived amid a very strict teaching of the word and the Good Book.

For the thousandth time Peter thought how unfair was that the simple wish of have a different genetic makeup would had been such terrible sin in her eyes. He had always wanted to be big and strong but it just wasn?t in his genes, and Jun Wong had always criticized any investment or effort to try and change that. ?You work on shop, study hard and read bible,? she always said ?God made you puny, be grateful. God had reason for that, no question him?. And that was the end of any argument with her. Never, ever question. Even when she got pregnant after been sexually abused, the woman never questioned his faith, no why me, or recriminations to God asking why bad things happened to good pious people ever escaped her lips. However one thing was always obvious for everybody, she never loved Peter as a mother should love a son. She gave him the Wong name as he had the blood of her ancestors, but always showed for him only what she called fraternal love. The love she had to give to all good children of God.

'And of course,' the voice in his head continued in a perfect English that his mother never achieved, 'God is also punishing you because of the impure thoughts that had flooded your mind since that new neighbor of yours moved in, thoughts that made you commit the abhorrent sin of masturbation four times just last week.'

Peter closed his eyes in momentary shame for his weakness, he knew that self-pleasure was against God's holy word but he just couldn't stop from doing it. He had fasted, prayed and looked for council, vowing each time to don't fall again, but he always failed. Unknown for every person in his life, the young teacher fought every single day with his very much healthy libido. He was a twenty-three-years-old virgin male and despite what his mother, his priest and his church group keep saying to him, his urges just didn't went away if he immersed himself in deep sessions of prayers and fasting. At night, in the solitude of his room when his urges attacked, he sometimes joked darkly saying to some invisible companion in the empty room 'I guess that my penis is just not of the religious type...' That was the closest thing to a blasphemy he permitted himself to express out loud. The little man didn't have any person to share his pain with and just suffered alone, wishing that things were different. But he learned the hard way that said Wish it, believe it, and it will be so was just rubbish.

In his long nights of shame, Peter dreamed awake with finding a good girl to marry, and form the family that all good child of God should do to keep the family name. However his main reason was to unload his biological burden on his wife with the benediction of the church, but that option wasn't any easier for the diminutive man. No woman had ever showed any token of interest in him, even the very few he had the courage or the desire to actually try to approach.

While the little man's mind wandered, the young titan just stood impassive waiting next to the teacher's desk, his eyes fixed on him. To Peter the look in those deep green eyes was primal and predatory in its nature, they were not only overwhelmingly male, but seemed somehow hungry, and he can't shake the feeling that his humble person was the first course in the menu. He wasn't entirely wrong. Unknown to him, Ken was studying his diminutive body and positively liked what he saw. Peter Wong was not just small, he was doll-like small, with perfect little proportions. His head was tiny, Ken estimated that his own head was almost twice the size of the teacher's, and the older man's hands were so small and delicate, that the muscular teen couldn't wait to see them trying in vain to encircle his fat cock. 'Hehehe...' he laughed inwards thinking, 'I bet that even with both hands he'll have a hard time doing it. I'm going to have so much fun playing with him.'

Kennedy Rawlings smiled as some fond memories about former bite-sized play things he had in the past came to his mind...

Hopefully you will don't have to wait almost 3 years for the next post...

[emsgdh]

So glad you're back. You've made a wonderful re-start, esp. the contrast in size.

[Mickju]

Thank you so much for this continuation. The size difference is perfect!

[Reeza]

Any addition to this story is cause for celebration! Nice description of Ken's massive body, and nice character development on Mr. Wong.

Knowing something about the motivations, desires and internal conflicts of a character makes his reactions to muscle and strength much more enjoyable for me. Thanks for coming back.

[n00blet]

OMG you're back. And continuing one of my favourite stories on here? You've made my week. Can't wait for more.

[hornetstar]

THANKS for coming back!!!!! Hope to read soon new part!!!
THANKS AGAIN!!!

[hornetstar]

i Hope your "Hopefully you will don't have to wait almost 3 years for the next post..." was just a joke......

Really waiting for sequel!!!!

THANKS

[Mickju]

I am also hoping that this story will continue soon Thanks!

[ottm]

OK, Verga, you've got us all PANTING for more...please don't keep us in agony too much longer!!

[ottm]

V01...still out there? Next installment P-L-E-A-S-E!!

[Mickju]

Yes, another installment would be great!

[ottm]

"...wait almost 3 years for next..." PLEASE, say it's not so [whine, sob, gulp, etc]

[hornetstar]

Originally Posted by ottm

"...wait almost 3 years for next..." please, say it's not so [whine, sob, gulp, etc]

pleaseeeee

[hornetstar]

Please...........

[ottm]

OK, Verga01, here's a title for that next installment we've all been hungering for....
Wong on the Dong!

[Mickju]

Would really love to see more of this story.

[zangetsu]

I always get so excited when this thread is bumped, but then I'm disappointed that there isn't a new addition to the story. vergatario01, I'm a huge fan of your work, especially part 2. The description of Ken walking in the classroom was beyond perfect, but what really took the cake was Ken flexing out of his shirt. This story is just too good to remain unfinished, please continue.