Muscle Boy becomes Super Brat
I had mentioned that my 7 year old cousin had demonstrated his strength earlier in the swimming pool by curling me out of the water between the shallow and the deep end of the swimming pool at my uncle’s house, and for all practical purposes, had pressed me over his head dropping me when I had wiggled in his grip causing him to drop me into the water. He had also completely dominated me in arm wrestling. I also mentioned earlier that my 12 year old cousin was unbelievably huge at a 265 pounds in weight and 6 foot 3 inches in height. I also mention that the oldest brother actually was the smallest of the lot with him only about 4 foot 4 inches in height and a weight of only 98 pounds… small for a 14 year old (though he was very strong for his small size).
We had a swimming party the next day and my cousins had invited their friends from a catholic middle school who happened to be members of that school’s football team (11 to 13 years of age, the school had incidentally won a state championship). The rest of the kids participating in the pool party were other more distant cousins of ours who were of high school age were noticeably not as muscular or as big, for that matter as the middle school football players. It made me feel odd as a college student to be swimming with the younger footballers since compared to these guys I would have been just of average height and much less in weight and strength then virtually all of them. A game of Marco Polo was organized – a silly game in the respect that there was no rule but to be the team that held the ball the most and to keep the players on the opposite team from receiving the ball. So the game really consisted of 90% wrestling (holding or grabbing the opposite players to keep them occupied) and 10% keep away (by passing or holding the ball). The kids were divided into two teams and it was decided by general consensus to place my two larger cousins (the 7 year old and the 12 year old) with the guys from the middle school football team and on the other team, the rest of the boys that were more normal in size - older high school age kids and myself. Because of the considerable size of my 12 year old cousin and his big football buddies, it was decided to put almost twice the number of guys on the older but non-athletic team, to even up the match. Finally, they all decided to pair opponents so that there would always be somebody to defend against on the opposite team (in an effort to attempt to match similarly-sized opponents, although the number of players were not equal so there were some free roaming players on the older team). I was placed, to my humiliation against my 7 year old cousin; and had great anxiety that he would embarrass me with his great strength.
Never-the-less I was surprisingly good at playing this game in the pool. While I was a total wimp and a non-athlete… I did have one virtue that as skinny as I was, I could porpoise like a fish to reach a loose ball and pass it and I could maneuver too fast for my muscular cousins and their middle school friends to keep control of the ball. I also purposely kept mostly in the deep end of the pool so that my 7 year old cousin could not reach me as he could not swim very well in the deep water. I was doing quite well but I had become careless and had backed too close to the shallow end where my 7 year old cousin was. Suddenly I felt a pair of strong arms reach from behind, grabbing me around the chest. I then realized that my cousin (the 7 year old) had grabbed me from behind, trapping my arms and holding me just below my rib cage. It must have been quite a site for my cousin was nearly as tall as I was, being only about 3 inches shorter than myself and because he was standing on a higher surface than I, in the shallow end, it made him seem all the bigger. He pulled me back into shallower water exposing most of our bodies and the huge contrast between our builds, in the muscle department. He was truly built like a muscular man with huge biceps that were nearly triple the size of mine; even rivaling my butt muscles in size. His chest was so broad that as I was looking down at each side of my chest, I could see his chest traps extending out at least 3 or 4 inches beyond from each side! His powerful forearms at their thickest actually rivaled my thighs in size. His huge, shredded shoulder muscles, the deltoids were like very giant grapefruits, or should I say cantaloupes, each as big or bigger than my whole butt! To show off his superior strength (and to keep me from playing in the game), he first climbed out of the pool, then he continued to humiliate me by simply holding me still around the upper portion of my abdomen, still trapping my arms. Desperate, I tried to escape by kicking his shins with my feet, and then by attempting to kick him behind the knees with my feet (I was trying to buckle him down by kicking behind the knees). I made the mistake of trying to bend both of his legs at the same time by pushing with my both of my feet behind his ankles at the same time. He reacted by clamping his powerful legs (they were about 4 times thicker than mine in the muscle department) together at the knees trapping both of my legs and at the same time he pulled up with his powerful arms stretching my whole body so that I could not even wiggle against him!
Well the spectacle of a hugely-muscled and almost as tall 7 year old completely controlling a puny college student didn’t go unnoticed. The game abruptly stopped and every eye was on me and my cousin Mark. My complete lack of muscularity made me look like I wasn’t really struggling against this warm, mountain of marbleized muscle… and I was teased for not even trying to struggle unjustly. But then that gave me an idea. My idea was if I just relax and not struggle, the boy will tire of holding me and will let me go. After a long 4 or 5 minutes of him holding me, he finally did let me go, but not in the way that I had expected him to! Although he had let my legs and arms free he then simply transferred my body to his right arm, wrapping it with a death gripe around my waist, lifting me up almost to his shoulder level – incredibly just with just that one arm pulling me up. I was in extreme pain as his enormous bicep was flexing into my side. I tried to pull his arm off – futilely first by trying to dig my fingers under his enormous wrist; but discovering myself not strong enough to do so, I then using both of my hands which were now free, to grab his fist of his hand which of course also was totally impossible.
The final humiliation came when this powerfully muscled kid said to me quietly, “I am going to lift you up over my head and if you wiggle this time, I am going to beat the shit out of you!” He then draped me over his shoulder, probably to show that his one shoulder muscle was way bigger than my whole butt and at the same time flexing his other arm so mightily that it drew a collective gasp not just from the wimpier high school guys but even from some of the relatively athletic footballers as well of which one of them commented on the fact this kid had biceps bigger than any muscle on that guys body, even his butt. The 7 year old gave me a menacing look indicating that I better cooperate, pressed me up completely over his head and walked halfway around the pool holding my entire weight almost effortlessly! Standing at the edge of the pool, the kid then said, “why don’t we play a little game of Marco Polo using a human ball?” Indicating to his huge 12 year old brother to receive me, standing at the edge of the pool, he tossed me into his enormous brothers hands (they virtually encircled my entire waist!) and the monster kid tossed me back and forth between his larger football mates – using my body as a ball. Some of the stronger, nearly as large kids would show off their strength too by attempting to curl me multiple times, or to pump me over their heads. At one point my 12 year old cousin was about to toss me over the head of his small 14 year old brother to another large kid and he then said, “My older brother may be little, but he is sure strong for his size.” And he purposely dropped my 115 pound weight on top of his brothers short but muscular 98 pound body; and incredibly he too could hold me (though not curl me) with his arms extended over his head!
The last thing that I remember happening towards the end of the swimming party, was that everybody again wanted to see the spectacle of my muscular 7 year old cousin flexing against my totally un-muscular body as we were so similar in height but so far apart in age. So they had me stand first back to back with this huge kid for a an impressive contrasting display of muscularity and someone noted that this kid was not only more muscular than I, but also had significantly longer arms and legs even though he was about 2 to 3 inches shorter than me. One of his older brothers had an idea, for us to stand face to face, to lock our hands, and raise up our arms… to see who could raise his arms the highest. When this strong, big 7 year old pulled up his long, strong arms – I found my whole body being lifted (painfully I might add, for his grip was crushing!) with my feet dangling an inch or two above the ground. This again must have been quite a sight as this kid had about 50 pounds of muscle on me and had a truly remarkably muscular physic. Maybe some time I will go into how he had beat up a relatively large high school basketball player, who was trying to bully his oldest brother.
Saturday, 15 October 2011
My Man 3
Mary sat on Jamal’s bed, unsure whether to laugh or cry or what. She knew David was downstairs, calling his mistress, one of the nurses at the hospital. David was such a stud, she thought, except when compared to Jamal. It wasn’t fair to him but thankfully, there were women who could make him feel like a man. She was sad that she couldn’t be the woman to do that for him anymore.
Angela was in the shower with Jamal. She was sucking him off. From the bed, Mary could see into the bathroom, through the glass wall of the shower. Angela was going after Jamal, slurping the boy’s cum up. She was enthusiastic, holding Jamal by the legs, pushing that cock deeper into her mouth, trying to catch every drop. Jamal could literally fill a woman’s stomach with sperm, his balls were industrial-sized semen factories, making a pint of semen every hour. No wonder Jamal needed the release so often.
Mary ran her fingers along the sheets of Jamal’s bed. How many great moments happened over the last few years, right here. It started innocently enough. She and David wanted to adopt a child from a third world country, do something to ease suffering. Such bleeding heart liberals, they were back then. Not anymore. Politics, the planet, none of that stuff seemed important anymore.
He was just a baby when they got him. The doctor that examined the boy said he had some hormonal imbalances brought about by extreme testicular hypertrophy with the most obvious presenting symptom being macrophallus and premature muscular development. Neither Mary nor David even understood what that meant. At the time, it was just a boy needing a home and parents to take care of him. They signed all the papers without any reluctance.
He was six months old when they brought Jamal home. Jamal seemed an active baby and David carried the boy to the car. It took David a couple of minutes to coax the baby into the car. Jamal wasn’t crazy about the car seat and fought the restraints. All the way home, they heard him pushing against the strap. He never got out but when she released the buckle, Jamal bounded into Mary’s arms. She could see that the buckle had been warped, the metal pulled apart slightly. She didn’t think about it at the time but remembered it a few weeks later when Jamal finally snapped the buckle apart, making it clear no car seat could hold him.
By then, she already had a clue but she was up against with this little baby boy. In fact, she was enlightened that first day, just after Jamal was brought into the house and Mary decided to change the baby, give him a clean diaper as he discovered his new home. The diaper seemed really full in front, oddly lumpy. She carried the baby to his room, to the changing table.
She laid out his new clothes and diaper, got the baby powder and wipes ready, then started unbuttoning Jamal’s jumper. Jamal suddenly became still, as though this was the moment he was waiting for. She got the jumper off and saw the diaper lump better. It looked really peculiar though she hadn’t changed many babies in her life.
“You sure have a lot of muscle, Jamal,” she told the squirming baby. “It’s not baby fat at all.” She ran her hands over the baby’s chest, along his arms. His body wasn’t flabby at all though it could look that way to someone who didn’t see him close up. This would be the premature muscular development the doctor had talked about. She pulled off the tape, the left one, then right one. She brought the diaper over the bulge, unsure now what was under there.
Mary’s heart raced, her eye’s bulged, her skin blushed. She let out a gasp, then became aware of her obvious reaction. She looked about the room to verify she was alone. She looked out into the hallway. David had not seen her react. She closed the door to the bedroom, then took another look.
Jamal’s penis was enormous. It was the size of a man’s, thick and maybe three inches long. It was truly the largest soft dick she’d ever seen. It was veiny, the color of milk chocolate, with a shapely pink head. She picked it up from between his legs and dropped it onto his belly. Jamal smiled. He really liked that.
She pulled off the dirty diaper, lifted Jamal by the feet and pushed in a clean one. She sprinkled some baby powder over the diaper and Jamal’s quivering genitals. She rubbed some of the talc over Jamal’s chest, between his legs, over his overgrown balls and then along the length of his penis. As she did, Jamal giggled and his penis noticeably lengthened.
She pulled the diaper over his genital but now found it couldn’t fit. Jamal’s man-size penis had enlarged to the point that it reached over the diaper’s band. It was growing over Jamal’s body, almost up to his chest. Mary grabbed the penis as it enlarged even more. “I’m so sorry, honey,” she told him. “You must be very uncomfortable with this big thing.
Before she thought about it, she found herself stroking her new baby’s erect cock. Jamal, for his part, giggled and enjoyed the play. They locked eyes as Mary found herself getting turned on, feeling really weird. Still, one of her hands went up and down the shaft as her other one stroked the baby’s chest.
She could see his balls tighten around his testicles, not thinking anything of it. The head of the Jamal’s cock got really red and plump. It was her last warning before the baby took a deep breath. The penis erupted pouring out more jism then Mary remembered seeing at one time. It may have been Jamal’s first time cumming, she thought. Maybe he’d been waiting for a long time to cum resulting in the white frothy fountain she saw now. She stopped herself. Jamal’s was not yet a year old yet. None of this was possible.
Her arms and chest were coated in whatever had just come from Jamal’s penis. She could smell the salt. She found brought her hands to her tongue to taste it. She had never swallowed her husband’s jizz but this was a little baby boy’s. Jamal kept his eyes glued on her as Mary put more and more of his sperm in her mouth. It made the baby chuckle. “You like that don’t you,” Mary said, as she lapped up his semen from her arms. Yes you do, yes you do.”
Jamal’s limbs shuffled. His penis that had been softening now started growing again. Mary sighed. “Again?” She held his penis in her hand. It was enormous. She started licking the leftover sperm from it, cleaning it up as it hardened. She put it in her mouth and gently sucked. Jamal chuckled at his new mom’s love.
Jamal was two years old. He was completely out of diapers. He already could talk though somehow he knew what he could tell Daddy. He would say,
Mommy and I played all day” but he would never say, “Mommy put my cock in her mouth and sucked me off and told me she liked sucking my cock more than yours.” Jamal was a real man in a boy’s body.
It was a regular morning. Mary woke up at 5AM, snuck out of the bedroom to not awaken Mark, then crept into Jamal’s room. Jamal was awake with his perpetual hard on and Mary immediately put her face into his lap. By now, Jamal’s cock would rival any porn star’s; it was eleven inches of hard jaw-breaking steel. Mary knew every vein, every blemish, from his hairless pubic area, along its dark length, to its pink fleshy helmet.
Jamal filled her mouth, throat, and belly with his hot spunk. He was unusually aggressive though, holding her head onto his cock even as she nearly choked on the gushing juices from Jamal’s testicles. He was so strong now so she would have to talk to him later, after David went to work. She loved sucking his tremendous cock, tasting his strong male semen, but she didn’t want to choke to death doing it.
“You all right, Mommy?” Jamal asked as she watched his mom cough.
“Sure Jamal. But we need to talk later, OK.”
As the morning went on, Mary forgot about it. She made her husband his lunch and packed it in bag. She kissed him good-bye and started making breakfast for Jamal. Jamal had a big appetite, six eggs and two thick slabs of ham, and a quart of orange juice. He needed the food to feed the sperm factories of his testicles and muscular body. All the while, Mary didn’t give a thought to Jamal’s new aggressiveness. She was more preoccupied with keeping her twelve blow jobs per day a secret as well as Jamal’s awesome body. Her husband could never know about either.
Jamal consumed his breakfast in his childish way, impatiently devouring the food. When David was away, Jamal walked about shirtless. As she watched her man eat, she focused on the shape of muscles on his arms, his thick torso for a toddler. When Jamal did anything, he did it with a man’s focus, a toughness, a willingness to only take things under his own terms. And that’s how it was watching him, eat taking every forkful like it was his own, rubbing Mary’s thighs as they were his too.
Jamal pushed himself away from the table. Without a word, he headed down the hallway, this time into Mary’s room. There, according to established ritual, he would lay on Mary and David’s bed, undressed, Mary practicing taking Jamal’s cock deeper into her mouth as Mary stroked and fondled her body the way no man had ever done before. Mary followed him into the room.
Already Jamal was undressed. He stood bedside the bed, his fabulous cock engorging, ready for Mary to pleasure him. Mary joined him, undressing beside him, looking into the eyes of a man barely two years old. He stretched, his muscles becoming tight, even more defined. There was nothing Jamal did that didn’t turn her on. She turned to the bed to pull back the sheets for she and her lover.
When she pulled the sheet back, her naked body was pushed down onto the bed. Jamal climbed onto her back, holding her down. “Honey, sweetie, what are you doing.”
Jamal said nothing as he pushed down on her shoulders and back. With his strength he pulled her legs up onto to the bed as she struggled. She felt Jamal’s huge cock behind, harder than ever, moving along her back. It felt heavy and thick and dangerous. Mary became frightened as Jamal cock worked his way down the crease of her buttocks. “No, no, Jamal. Please. You’re too big.”
Jamal pushed down on Mary’s ass as she struggled for leverage. Jamal pushed her legs apart denying her the ability to get her knees under her. His hard cock was now between her legs. She felt her pussy react to the possible intrusion, desperately lubricating, swelling, ready for Jamal. His cock tip, the one she had put into her mouth a dozen times a day for two years, was now going where it hadn’t gone before.
Now Jamal pushed it in. Mary felt all the blood rush from her head to her loins, her whole body concentrated on Jamal’s lustful action. Her last thought before losing most of her consciousness was where Jamal could have learned this. Had he seen this somewhere or was he satisfying a primal instinct, deep in his brain, telling him what he needed to do.
She didn’t remember all of it. Just Jamal pushing his cock deep into her pussy, up against her uterus, pounding her into orgasmic oblivion. He worked her pussy like a jackhammer, never resting, his endurance surprising even the mother accustomed to Jamal’s physical prowess. She came in seconds, then a few minutes later.
After she came the second time, she struggled again, desperate for a rest. Jamal held her down mercilessly. She could feel the tip of his cock inflate. She knew from experience that the head of Jamal’s cock grew to the size of an apple in her mouth when he was about to cum. The thought of Jamal cumming inside her released yet another spasm of orgasmic bliss. The Jamal, for the first time ever, flooded her pussy, pushing his seed up into her uterus, his instincts telling him this was what a man did, this is how he carries on, this is how you fuck a baby into a married woman.
Jamal slowed enough that Mary was able to get her senses back. “Please Baby. Let momma rest.”
Jamal finally pulled his softening cock from her. Even soft, it was twice as big Mark was hard, bigger than the biggest man Mary had ever fucked. And she was comparing grown men’s hard cock to Jamal’s softie. As Jamal pulled himself off of her, Mary willed herself to relax, enjoy the feeling of her loins, so pleasured, exhausted, and satisfied. Jamal’s sperm overflowed onto the bed, covering the sheets.
“I’m sorry, Mom” said Jamal. “I had too.”
“I know sweetie,” said Mary. “It was going to happen eventually. Let my pussy relax from that pounding OK. I’ll give you blow jobs the rest of the day. Tomorrow, when I’m feeling better, Momma will put your cock in her and you can fuck me all day.”
Mary held Jamal’s cock with both her hands as he knelt beside her. “I love you, Jamal,” she told him.
“I love you too Mommy,” he said.
Mary felt a bit crushed. “Baby, from now on, when we’re alone, you don’t call me Mommy. Call me Mary.”
“OK Mary,” said Jamal.
Mary put her tongue on Jamal’s quivering penis. She could taste her juices mixed with Jamal’s semen. “Say it again. Tell me again how you feel about me.”
“I love you, Mary,” said Jamal.
Mary felt herself released temporarily from incestuous guilt. “I love you Jamal,” she said as her mouth engulfed the toddler’s huge cock.
“And that was the first time I got pregnant by Jamal.”
“Holy Shit, at 2 years old! He got you pregnant with his seed at only 2 freakin’ years old! And it was only the first time, how many times has Jamal made you pregnant?”
“By my count, 3 times, and no, I didn’t have abortions, I gave them up for adoption anonymously, you can imagine the uproar of a white woman having black babies that all happen to look amazingly like my 2 year old son. I’ve kept my eyes on them, and to tell you the truth, Jamal’s seed is strong in them, the first baby knocked up his adopted mother when he was 1 and a half and could bench press 400 pounds by the time he was 3. Jamal couldn’t bench that amount until he was 4.”
“What about the others?”
“The second baby was a girl, but she inherited some of Jamal’s traits, she’s very strong already, at 2 and a half years old I have heard that she lifted her 200 pound adopted father off the floor with her arms around one of his legs. She also became sexually aware at about that time, ripping his clothes off and sucking his dick, much to his stress at first, but when she became as good as a 200 dollar whore at it, he became quite used to it. It wouldn‘t surprise me to find out she can get pregnant by the time she‘s 5 years old.”
“And the third?”
“Another boy, he’s only 5 months old now, but by what I’ve heard, he’s much the same as Jamal was when I opened up his diaper. The parents reported the boy already has erections that make his cock sprout to 6 inches long and 3 inches around, hard to keep that hidden. Not to mention that he has next to no body fat.”
“I always thought that after the mother gives up her children, she isn’t supposed to know of their progress.”
“As you can see, Jamal is a very special boy, he was able to make the social worker change his mind.”
“How?”
“He raped him.”
“You’re kidding? How? When?”
“Well, I think Jamal happens to be bisexual, and he loves showing off his power and sexual dominance over anyone, at anytime. The first time it happened was when he was 5 years old, he raped 2 high school football players.”
“Oh My God! That’s awesome, tell me the whole story!”
“Well, Jamal didn’t mind showing off his body, but I pleaded with him that when he went out, he should wear something that totally conceals his muscles and his package. So he was wearing these baggy sweats that were made for a very heavy adult man. You would mistake him for a morbidly obese 7 year old. Well these two cruel high school seniors, both of them weighed about 250 pounds, full of muscle, they made the mistake of picking on Jamal, calling him names. Jamal’s usually pleasant and kind outside, but one can only take so much before you get his ire up, and when a boy as strong as Jamal loses his temper, you can bet there’s gonna be trouble.”
“Oh God, I can imagine, go on!”
“Jamal screamed as he ran and tackled them both to the ground at the same time, he started pounding on them with his little fists, when he knocked them both out he dragged them in the backyard of our house, their 250 pound bodies near weightless in their hands. It was there where he stripped them naked, and used their clothes to tie their hands and legs. Then he took off his clothes to show exactly how wrong they were. I’m telling you, these boys were big, but proportionally, Jamal made them look like stick figures!”
“God his muscles are so big, its hard to believe he’s only seven, his pecs are enormous, his biceps are huge!”
“Exactly, well, he loved to show his muscles back then, he was naked in the backyard, not even caring if anyone other than me and his dad was watching. When the football players came to, what they saw in front of them shocked the hell out of them, what they thought was an obese young black kid turned out to be the most muscular kid they‘ve ever seen, with a cock that was twice as long as theirs when their‘s were hard, and it was soft. He smiled down at them and went through a couple of poses, which further showed off his superiority, his pecs were deep, striated, hard, his biceps peaked near his wrist. Had the football players measured his muscles and compared them to their muscles, they would be going out of their minds at the fact that this kid was 2 and a half feet shorter than them, but had biceps measuring 13 inches around, and his chest was at least 38 at the time. I swear, the bigger one had 17 inch arms and a 42 inch chest, so the fact that Jamal, at only 5, had numbers so close to their‘s must have freaked them out.”
“Then what did he do?”
“He got a big smile on his face, then he said ‘Time for a workout, boys.’ He had the clothes of the boys tied so that their hands and ankles met in the back, then he carried both boys over to a bench that had an empty barbell on it, he placed both kids on the end of the bar, 500 pounds on a 45 pound bar, 545 pounds, that’s more than either boy benched, I’m pretty sure. Jamal didn’t bench it though, he stood up on the bench, took the bar and started curling it!”
“My god! That’s outrageous!”
“I know, I could barely keep myself from moaning when I saw it, he was standing with his back to me, but he looked over his shoulder and gave me a smirk as he continued effortlessly curling the two high school seniors who were naked themselves. Believe it or not, one of the boys had a boner that was almost large, of course, compared to Jamal, it was miniscule, but I would have put it at 7-8 inches. Meanwhile, Jamal was saying things like, ‘Fuck yeah, look at the power in this body. 100 pounds of man muscle curling 500 pounds of boy muscle. Do you know why I work out in the nude? Because I get so turned on knowing how much stronger I am than any grown man on the planet, I just explode! Figured that out when I was three, benching 450 pounds for reps, my dick ripped my shorts completely off , then I splooged all over the ceiling of the gym, all over the floor, all over the weights, all over my nice t-shirt, must have been at least a gallon of cum all over, if not more.’ I admit, I was rubbing myself into a frenzy when he was confidently telling these two huge boys how strong he was, but then he started to sprout an erection and I nearly lost it, there stood 16 inches of the most powerful pecker in the World and I wanted it all to myself, unfortunately, I was going to have to take sloppy seconds. “
“How come?”
“Well, I knew from the moment he stripped those boys down what he was going to use them for, I’m sure when they saw that he was endowed like an stallion, he would make them his bitches, and he did. After doing 200 curls with their combined weight, he set the bar down. Then he picked each one off the bar in turn, the one that had the big boner was first. Jamal whistled and said, ‘nice cock, for a grown up, but my 5 year old cock is twice as long.’ The boy replied, ‘My God! Please be gentle sir.’ Already knowing his place. Jamal savagely ripped the clothes that were holding his arms and legs together, and just as savagely started wanking the football player’s dick, he brought him off and used that cum to coat his own gigantic rod. Without any pretense, or foreplay at all, Jamal just plowed 1/3 of his dick straight into the boy’s asshole, the boy led out a shocked scream. That only seemed to egg Jamal on as he sped up the fucking of the kid‘s ass, it was like he was a piston on a diesel truck, the way he was moving with such speed and power, the kid had passed out from the mix of intense pain and pleasure. Then Jamal flooded his ass with so much cum that the kid‘s stomach grew noticeably. He must have put 2 quarts in him before pulling out.”
“What happened next?”
“Well, you know how quick Jamal recovers from cumming, Jamal untied the other football player and with the collected cum of both him and the other player still on his dick, Jamal plunged his super hard, super strong dick in the other player’s ass, he got about half of it in there on the first thrust, then three fourths of it in the second thrust. He was standing so I could see his face and he motioned for me to get the camera, so I could take pictures of this outright rape. Jamal started doing muscle poses while fucking this 18 year old, 250 pound boy that was also unconscious from the pain. Then Jamal did something absolutely incredible!”
“What? What did he do?!?!”
“Jamal carried the boy’s body back over to the bench, and leapt on top of it, still holding the boy in his arms like he weighed nothing, and I’m guessing he did, because what he did right after shocked the hell out of me.”
“Come on, what did he do!?!”
“He let go of the boy with his arms, the boy was suspended 3 feet off the ground by only the one thing that was connecting his body with Jamal’s, Jamal’s cock!”
“Holy Mother of God, you’re kidding me!”
“I swear it’s the truth, in fact, I have pictures, Jamal had me take a couple pictures of this incredible feat as he proceeded to lift the 250 pounds of the high school senior up and down with nothing but the power of his cock. Here they are.”
Mary shows me the pictures, she sure wasn’t lying, there was little Jamal, looking a little less massive and ripped than he is now, doing a double biceps pose with a much taller, slightly wider, slightly bigger man hanging off his cock.
“Imagine, he’s found a way to work that thing out, like the rest of his body, how strong is it now? Have you seen him lift weights with it?”
“Oh yes! That is one of my favorite foreplay things, I make him hard by sucking him, he carries me downstairs, me sitting on his dick like it’s a chair, never wavering, never changing its rigidity. He sets me down on the bench, gets a chain out and connects it to a huge barbell on the floor, its got to weigh 500 pounds at least, he puts the chain tightly around his cock and squats down, then he stands up and the thing is 3 inches off the floor, I look him in the face to see if he’s straining, but damn, he’s not even showing any signs of exertion at all, he smiles with his hands on his hips, then raises the 500 pounds further off the floor, 4 inches, five inches, six inches, seven inches. On and on, he keeps doing that until I can see on his face not strain, but complete and total lust. I jump into his arms and start covering his body in kisses, feeling up his hard body, it makes him so hot that his cock grows so much that the chain can no longer contain it. It bursts asunder and the weight drops to the floor so hard that it smashes the concrete under it. I don’t doubt that his cock could be the strongest part of him, it’s the muscle he started developing the earliest.”
“Why did you, Jamal and David move here, though?”
“Well, you know how Jamal is so sexually aggressive, and can not possibly be satiated with one woman, well, he has been doing the same to ladies in the old neighborhoods that he did to me and you, fuck them without protection, most of those women caught the first time. Jamal’s seed is so potent, I’m sure even when he was six months old had he put that thing in me, I’d have gotten pregnant just like that. Well, imagine 10 or 15 women around the same neighborhood getting pregnant all around the same time. Jamal did that, and we had to leave each city we went to about 7 months after so we wouldn’t be in trouble with anyone. We’ve moved 4 times in the last 4 years because Jamal just couldn’t satisfy his lust with just me. I am glad that Jamal and you are so good together, between the two of us and the multiple males in the neighborhood, I think we may be able to take Jamal on.”
“Impossible! That boy could fuck a horse and have it neighing to the high heavens with pleasure, how the hell can 2 women, even as experienced as we are with Jamal, possibly satisfy his sexual urges?”
“Well, we can sure try, can’t we?”
I thought about it for a while, being the willing sex slave of a 7 year old muscle man with the dick of an elephant, “You know, we sure can, Mary, we sure can.”
Just then a voice came from the bathroom
“Mommy, can I come out now, I’m all ready again.”
“Of course dear, we’re done talking anyhow.”
A vision of muscular excellence walked through the door like he was stepping out of a dream, or a movie. Jamal was just ripped to shreds, and his body showed even better because of the fact it was oiled up, like a bodybuilder, he had a towel around his waist, but there was no hiding his equipment, even soft it would have hung down to his knee, but at its current state, it held the towel at a 90 degree angle to his torso. He smiled as he knew he now had two beautiful women who would do anything he wanted.
Angela was in the shower with Jamal. She was sucking him off. From the bed, Mary could see into the bathroom, through the glass wall of the shower. Angela was going after Jamal, slurping the boy’s cum up. She was enthusiastic, holding Jamal by the legs, pushing that cock deeper into her mouth, trying to catch every drop. Jamal could literally fill a woman’s stomach with sperm, his balls were industrial-sized semen factories, making a pint of semen every hour. No wonder Jamal needed the release so often.
Mary ran her fingers along the sheets of Jamal’s bed. How many great moments happened over the last few years, right here. It started innocently enough. She and David wanted to adopt a child from a third world country, do something to ease suffering. Such bleeding heart liberals, they were back then. Not anymore. Politics, the planet, none of that stuff seemed important anymore.
He was just a baby when they got him. The doctor that examined the boy said he had some hormonal imbalances brought about by extreme testicular hypertrophy with the most obvious presenting symptom being macrophallus and premature muscular development. Neither Mary nor David even understood what that meant. At the time, it was just a boy needing a home and parents to take care of him. They signed all the papers without any reluctance.
He was six months old when they brought Jamal home. Jamal seemed an active baby and David carried the boy to the car. It took David a couple of minutes to coax the baby into the car. Jamal wasn’t crazy about the car seat and fought the restraints. All the way home, they heard him pushing against the strap. He never got out but when she released the buckle, Jamal bounded into Mary’s arms. She could see that the buckle had been warped, the metal pulled apart slightly. She didn’t think about it at the time but remembered it a few weeks later when Jamal finally snapped the buckle apart, making it clear no car seat could hold him.
By then, she already had a clue but she was up against with this little baby boy. In fact, she was enlightened that first day, just after Jamal was brought into the house and Mary decided to change the baby, give him a clean diaper as he discovered his new home. The diaper seemed really full in front, oddly lumpy. She carried the baby to his room, to the changing table.
She laid out his new clothes and diaper, got the baby powder and wipes ready, then started unbuttoning Jamal’s jumper. Jamal suddenly became still, as though this was the moment he was waiting for. She got the jumper off and saw the diaper lump better. It looked really peculiar though she hadn’t changed many babies in her life.
“You sure have a lot of muscle, Jamal,” she told the squirming baby. “It’s not baby fat at all.” She ran her hands over the baby’s chest, along his arms. His body wasn’t flabby at all though it could look that way to someone who didn’t see him close up. This would be the premature muscular development the doctor had talked about. She pulled off the tape, the left one, then right one. She brought the diaper over the bulge, unsure now what was under there.
Mary’s heart raced, her eye’s bulged, her skin blushed. She let out a gasp, then became aware of her obvious reaction. She looked about the room to verify she was alone. She looked out into the hallway. David had not seen her react. She closed the door to the bedroom, then took another look.
Jamal’s penis was enormous. It was the size of a man’s, thick and maybe three inches long. It was truly the largest soft dick she’d ever seen. It was veiny, the color of milk chocolate, with a shapely pink head. She picked it up from between his legs and dropped it onto his belly. Jamal smiled. He really liked that.
She pulled off the dirty diaper, lifted Jamal by the feet and pushed in a clean one. She sprinkled some baby powder over the diaper and Jamal’s quivering genitals. She rubbed some of the talc over Jamal’s chest, between his legs, over his overgrown balls and then along the length of his penis. As she did, Jamal giggled and his penis noticeably lengthened.
She pulled the diaper over his genital but now found it couldn’t fit. Jamal’s man-size penis had enlarged to the point that it reached over the diaper’s band. It was growing over Jamal’s body, almost up to his chest. Mary grabbed the penis as it enlarged even more. “I’m so sorry, honey,” she told him. “You must be very uncomfortable with this big thing.
Before she thought about it, she found herself stroking her new baby’s erect cock. Jamal, for his part, giggled and enjoyed the play. They locked eyes as Mary found herself getting turned on, feeling really weird. Still, one of her hands went up and down the shaft as her other one stroked the baby’s chest.
She could see his balls tighten around his testicles, not thinking anything of it. The head of the Jamal’s cock got really red and plump. It was her last warning before the baby took a deep breath. The penis erupted pouring out more jism then Mary remembered seeing at one time. It may have been Jamal’s first time cumming, she thought. Maybe he’d been waiting for a long time to cum resulting in the white frothy fountain she saw now. She stopped herself. Jamal’s was not yet a year old yet. None of this was possible.
Her arms and chest were coated in whatever had just come from Jamal’s penis. She could smell the salt. She found brought her hands to her tongue to taste it. She had never swallowed her husband’s jizz but this was a little baby boy’s. Jamal kept his eyes glued on her as Mary put more and more of his sperm in her mouth. It made the baby chuckle. “You like that don’t you,” Mary said, as she lapped up his semen from her arms. Yes you do, yes you do.”
Jamal’s limbs shuffled. His penis that had been softening now started growing again. Mary sighed. “Again?” She held his penis in her hand. It was enormous. She started licking the leftover sperm from it, cleaning it up as it hardened. She put it in her mouth and gently sucked. Jamal chuckled at his new mom’s love.
Jamal was two years old. He was completely out of diapers. He already could talk though somehow he knew what he could tell Daddy. He would say,
Mommy and I played all day” but he would never say, “Mommy put my cock in her mouth and sucked me off and told me she liked sucking my cock more than yours.” Jamal was a real man in a boy’s body.
It was a regular morning. Mary woke up at 5AM, snuck out of the bedroom to not awaken Mark, then crept into Jamal’s room. Jamal was awake with his perpetual hard on and Mary immediately put her face into his lap. By now, Jamal’s cock would rival any porn star’s; it was eleven inches of hard jaw-breaking steel. Mary knew every vein, every blemish, from his hairless pubic area, along its dark length, to its pink fleshy helmet.
Jamal filled her mouth, throat, and belly with his hot spunk. He was unusually aggressive though, holding her head onto his cock even as she nearly choked on the gushing juices from Jamal’s testicles. He was so strong now so she would have to talk to him later, after David went to work. She loved sucking his tremendous cock, tasting his strong male semen, but she didn’t want to choke to death doing it.
“You all right, Mommy?” Jamal asked as she watched his mom cough.
“Sure Jamal. But we need to talk later, OK.”
As the morning went on, Mary forgot about it. She made her husband his lunch and packed it in bag. She kissed him good-bye and started making breakfast for Jamal. Jamal had a big appetite, six eggs and two thick slabs of ham, and a quart of orange juice. He needed the food to feed the sperm factories of his testicles and muscular body. All the while, Mary didn’t give a thought to Jamal’s new aggressiveness. She was more preoccupied with keeping her twelve blow jobs per day a secret as well as Jamal’s awesome body. Her husband could never know about either.
Jamal consumed his breakfast in his childish way, impatiently devouring the food. When David was away, Jamal walked about shirtless. As she watched her man eat, she focused on the shape of muscles on his arms, his thick torso for a toddler. When Jamal did anything, he did it with a man’s focus, a toughness, a willingness to only take things under his own terms. And that’s how it was watching him, eat taking every forkful like it was his own, rubbing Mary’s thighs as they were his too.
Jamal pushed himself away from the table. Without a word, he headed down the hallway, this time into Mary’s room. There, according to established ritual, he would lay on Mary and David’s bed, undressed, Mary practicing taking Jamal’s cock deeper into her mouth as Mary stroked and fondled her body the way no man had ever done before. Mary followed him into the room.
Already Jamal was undressed. He stood bedside the bed, his fabulous cock engorging, ready for Mary to pleasure him. Mary joined him, undressing beside him, looking into the eyes of a man barely two years old. He stretched, his muscles becoming tight, even more defined. There was nothing Jamal did that didn’t turn her on. She turned to the bed to pull back the sheets for she and her lover.
When she pulled the sheet back, her naked body was pushed down onto the bed. Jamal climbed onto her back, holding her down. “Honey, sweetie, what are you doing.”
Jamal said nothing as he pushed down on her shoulders and back. With his strength he pulled her legs up onto to the bed as she struggled. She felt Jamal’s huge cock behind, harder than ever, moving along her back. It felt heavy and thick and dangerous. Mary became frightened as Jamal cock worked his way down the crease of her buttocks. “No, no, Jamal. Please. You’re too big.”
Jamal pushed down on Mary’s ass as she struggled for leverage. Jamal pushed her legs apart denying her the ability to get her knees under her. His hard cock was now between her legs. She felt her pussy react to the possible intrusion, desperately lubricating, swelling, ready for Jamal. His cock tip, the one she had put into her mouth a dozen times a day for two years, was now going where it hadn’t gone before.
Now Jamal pushed it in. Mary felt all the blood rush from her head to her loins, her whole body concentrated on Jamal’s lustful action. Her last thought before losing most of her consciousness was where Jamal could have learned this. Had he seen this somewhere or was he satisfying a primal instinct, deep in his brain, telling him what he needed to do.
She didn’t remember all of it. Just Jamal pushing his cock deep into her pussy, up against her uterus, pounding her into orgasmic oblivion. He worked her pussy like a jackhammer, never resting, his endurance surprising even the mother accustomed to Jamal’s physical prowess. She came in seconds, then a few minutes later.
After she came the second time, she struggled again, desperate for a rest. Jamal held her down mercilessly. She could feel the tip of his cock inflate. She knew from experience that the head of Jamal’s cock grew to the size of an apple in her mouth when he was about to cum. The thought of Jamal cumming inside her released yet another spasm of orgasmic bliss. The Jamal, for the first time ever, flooded her pussy, pushing his seed up into her uterus, his instincts telling him this was what a man did, this is how he carries on, this is how you fuck a baby into a married woman.
Jamal slowed enough that Mary was able to get her senses back. “Please Baby. Let momma rest.”
Jamal finally pulled his softening cock from her. Even soft, it was twice as big Mark was hard, bigger than the biggest man Mary had ever fucked. And she was comparing grown men’s hard cock to Jamal’s softie. As Jamal pulled himself off of her, Mary willed herself to relax, enjoy the feeling of her loins, so pleasured, exhausted, and satisfied. Jamal’s sperm overflowed onto the bed, covering the sheets.
“I’m sorry, Mom” said Jamal. “I had too.”
“I know sweetie,” said Mary. “It was going to happen eventually. Let my pussy relax from that pounding OK. I’ll give you blow jobs the rest of the day. Tomorrow, when I’m feeling better, Momma will put your cock in her and you can fuck me all day.”
Mary held Jamal’s cock with both her hands as he knelt beside her. “I love you, Jamal,” she told him.
“I love you too Mommy,” he said.
Mary felt a bit crushed. “Baby, from now on, when we’re alone, you don’t call me Mommy. Call me Mary.”
“OK Mary,” said Jamal.
Mary put her tongue on Jamal’s quivering penis. She could taste her juices mixed with Jamal’s semen. “Say it again. Tell me again how you feel about me.”
“I love you, Mary,” said Jamal.
Mary felt herself released temporarily from incestuous guilt. “I love you Jamal,” she said as her mouth engulfed the toddler’s huge cock.
“And that was the first time I got pregnant by Jamal.”
“Holy Shit, at 2 years old! He got you pregnant with his seed at only 2 freakin’ years old! And it was only the first time, how many times has Jamal made you pregnant?”
“By my count, 3 times, and no, I didn’t have abortions, I gave them up for adoption anonymously, you can imagine the uproar of a white woman having black babies that all happen to look amazingly like my 2 year old son. I’ve kept my eyes on them, and to tell you the truth, Jamal’s seed is strong in them, the first baby knocked up his adopted mother when he was 1 and a half and could bench press 400 pounds by the time he was 3. Jamal couldn’t bench that amount until he was 4.”
“What about the others?”
“The second baby was a girl, but she inherited some of Jamal’s traits, she’s very strong already, at 2 and a half years old I have heard that she lifted her 200 pound adopted father off the floor with her arms around one of his legs. She also became sexually aware at about that time, ripping his clothes off and sucking his dick, much to his stress at first, but when she became as good as a 200 dollar whore at it, he became quite used to it. It wouldn‘t surprise me to find out she can get pregnant by the time she‘s 5 years old.”
“And the third?”
“Another boy, he’s only 5 months old now, but by what I’ve heard, he’s much the same as Jamal was when I opened up his diaper. The parents reported the boy already has erections that make his cock sprout to 6 inches long and 3 inches around, hard to keep that hidden. Not to mention that he has next to no body fat.”
“I always thought that after the mother gives up her children, she isn’t supposed to know of their progress.”
“As you can see, Jamal is a very special boy, he was able to make the social worker change his mind.”
“How?”
“He raped him.”
“You’re kidding? How? When?”
“Well, I think Jamal happens to be bisexual, and he loves showing off his power and sexual dominance over anyone, at anytime. The first time it happened was when he was 5 years old, he raped 2 high school football players.”
“Oh My God! That’s awesome, tell me the whole story!”
“Well, Jamal didn’t mind showing off his body, but I pleaded with him that when he went out, he should wear something that totally conceals his muscles and his package. So he was wearing these baggy sweats that were made for a very heavy adult man. You would mistake him for a morbidly obese 7 year old. Well these two cruel high school seniors, both of them weighed about 250 pounds, full of muscle, they made the mistake of picking on Jamal, calling him names. Jamal’s usually pleasant and kind outside, but one can only take so much before you get his ire up, and when a boy as strong as Jamal loses his temper, you can bet there’s gonna be trouble.”
“Oh God, I can imagine, go on!”
“Jamal screamed as he ran and tackled them both to the ground at the same time, he started pounding on them with his little fists, when he knocked them both out he dragged them in the backyard of our house, their 250 pound bodies near weightless in their hands. It was there where he stripped them naked, and used their clothes to tie their hands and legs. Then he took off his clothes to show exactly how wrong they were. I’m telling you, these boys were big, but proportionally, Jamal made them look like stick figures!”
“God his muscles are so big, its hard to believe he’s only seven, his pecs are enormous, his biceps are huge!”
“Exactly, well, he loved to show his muscles back then, he was naked in the backyard, not even caring if anyone other than me and his dad was watching. When the football players came to, what they saw in front of them shocked the hell out of them, what they thought was an obese young black kid turned out to be the most muscular kid they‘ve ever seen, with a cock that was twice as long as theirs when their‘s were hard, and it was soft. He smiled down at them and went through a couple of poses, which further showed off his superiority, his pecs were deep, striated, hard, his biceps peaked near his wrist. Had the football players measured his muscles and compared them to their muscles, they would be going out of their minds at the fact that this kid was 2 and a half feet shorter than them, but had biceps measuring 13 inches around, and his chest was at least 38 at the time. I swear, the bigger one had 17 inch arms and a 42 inch chest, so the fact that Jamal, at only 5, had numbers so close to their‘s must have freaked them out.”
“Then what did he do?”
“He got a big smile on his face, then he said ‘Time for a workout, boys.’ He had the clothes of the boys tied so that their hands and ankles met in the back, then he carried both boys over to a bench that had an empty barbell on it, he placed both kids on the end of the bar, 500 pounds on a 45 pound bar, 545 pounds, that’s more than either boy benched, I’m pretty sure. Jamal didn’t bench it though, he stood up on the bench, took the bar and started curling it!”
“My god! That’s outrageous!”
“I know, I could barely keep myself from moaning when I saw it, he was standing with his back to me, but he looked over his shoulder and gave me a smirk as he continued effortlessly curling the two high school seniors who were naked themselves. Believe it or not, one of the boys had a boner that was almost large, of course, compared to Jamal, it was miniscule, but I would have put it at 7-8 inches. Meanwhile, Jamal was saying things like, ‘Fuck yeah, look at the power in this body. 100 pounds of man muscle curling 500 pounds of boy muscle. Do you know why I work out in the nude? Because I get so turned on knowing how much stronger I am than any grown man on the planet, I just explode! Figured that out when I was three, benching 450 pounds for reps, my dick ripped my shorts completely off , then I splooged all over the ceiling of the gym, all over the floor, all over the weights, all over my nice t-shirt, must have been at least a gallon of cum all over, if not more.’ I admit, I was rubbing myself into a frenzy when he was confidently telling these two huge boys how strong he was, but then he started to sprout an erection and I nearly lost it, there stood 16 inches of the most powerful pecker in the World and I wanted it all to myself, unfortunately, I was going to have to take sloppy seconds. “
“How come?”
“Well, I knew from the moment he stripped those boys down what he was going to use them for, I’m sure when they saw that he was endowed like an stallion, he would make them his bitches, and he did. After doing 200 curls with their combined weight, he set the bar down. Then he picked each one off the bar in turn, the one that had the big boner was first. Jamal whistled and said, ‘nice cock, for a grown up, but my 5 year old cock is twice as long.’ The boy replied, ‘My God! Please be gentle sir.’ Already knowing his place. Jamal savagely ripped the clothes that were holding his arms and legs together, and just as savagely started wanking the football player’s dick, he brought him off and used that cum to coat his own gigantic rod. Without any pretense, or foreplay at all, Jamal just plowed 1/3 of his dick straight into the boy’s asshole, the boy led out a shocked scream. That only seemed to egg Jamal on as he sped up the fucking of the kid‘s ass, it was like he was a piston on a diesel truck, the way he was moving with such speed and power, the kid had passed out from the mix of intense pain and pleasure. Then Jamal flooded his ass with so much cum that the kid‘s stomach grew noticeably. He must have put 2 quarts in him before pulling out.”
“What happened next?”
“Well, you know how quick Jamal recovers from cumming, Jamal untied the other football player and with the collected cum of both him and the other player still on his dick, Jamal plunged his super hard, super strong dick in the other player’s ass, he got about half of it in there on the first thrust, then three fourths of it in the second thrust. He was standing so I could see his face and he motioned for me to get the camera, so I could take pictures of this outright rape. Jamal started doing muscle poses while fucking this 18 year old, 250 pound boy that was also unconscious from the pain. Then Jamal did something absolutely incredible!”
“What? What did he do?!?!”
“Jamal carried the boy’s body back over to the bench, and leapt on top of it, still holding the boy in his arms like he weighed nothing, and I’m guessing he did, because what he did right after shocked the hell out of me.”
“Come on, what did he do!?!”
“He let go of the boy with his arms, the boy was suspended 3 feet off the ground by only the one thing that was connecting his body with Jamal’s, Jamal’s cock!”
“Holy Mother of God, you’re kidding me!”
“I swear it’s the truth, in fact, I have pictures, Jamal had me take a couple pictures of this incredible feat as he proceeded to lift the 250 pounds of the high school senior up and down with nothing but the power of his cock. Here they are.”
Mary shows me the pictures, she sure wasn’t lying, there was little Jamal, looking a little less massive and ripped than he is now, doing a double biceps pose with a much taller, slightly wider, slightly bigger man hanging off his cock.
“Imagine, he’s found a way to work that thing out, like the rest of his body, how strong is it now? Have you seen him lift weights with it?”
“Oh yes! That is one of my favorite foreplay things, I make him hard by sucking him, he carries me downstairs, me sitting on his dick like it’s a chair, never wavering, never changing its rigidity. He sets me down on the bench, gets a chain out and connects it to a huge barbell on the floor, its got to weigh 500 pounds at least, he puts the chain tightly around his cock and squats down, then he stands up and the thing is 3 inches off the floor, I look him in the face to see if he’s straining, but damn, he’s not even showing any signs of exertion at all, he smiles with his hands on his hips, then raises the 500 pounds further off the floor, 4 inches, five inches, six inches, seven inches. On and on, he keeps doing that until I can see on his face not strain, but complete and total lust. I jump into his arms and start covering his body in kisses, feeling up his hard body, it makes him so hot that his cock grows so much that the chain can no longer contain it. It bursts asunder and the weight drops to the floor so hard that it smashes the concrete under it. I don’t doubt that his cock could be the strongest part of him, it’s the muscle he started developing the earliest.”
“Why did you, Jamal and David move here, though?”
“Well, you know how Jamal is so sexually aggressive, and can not possibly be satiated with one woman, well, he has been doing the same to ladies in the old neighborhoods that he did to me and you, fuck them without protection, most of those women caught the first time. Jamal’s seed is so potent, I’m sure even when he was six months old had he put that thing in me, I’d have gotten pregnant just like that. Well, imagine 10 or 15 women around the same neighborhood getting pregnant all around the same time. Jamal did that, and we had to leave each city we went to about 7 months after so we wouldn’t be in trouble with anyone. We’ve moved 4 times in the last 4 years because Jamal just couldn’t satisfy his lust with just me. I am glad that Jamal and you are so good together, between the two of us and the multiple males in the neighborhood, I think we may be able to take Jamal on.”
“Impossible! That boy could fuck a horse and have it neighing to the high heavens with pleasure, how the hell can 2 women, even as experienced as we are with Jamal, possibly satisfy his sexual urges?”
“Well, we can sure try, can’t we?”
I thought about it for a while, being the willing sex slave of a 7 year old muscle man with the dick of an elephant, “You know, we sure can, Mary, we sure can.”
Just then a voice came from the bathroom
“Mommy, can I come out now, I’m all ready again.”
“Of course dear, we’re done talking anyhow.”
A vision of muscular excellence walked through the door like he was stepping out of a dream, or a movie. Jamal was just ripped to shreds, and his body showed even better because of the fact it was oiled up, like a bodybuilder, he had a towel around his waist, but there was no hiding his equipment, even soft it would have hung down to his knee, but at its current state, it held the towel at a 90 degree angle to his torso. He smiled as he knew he now had two beautiful women who would do anything he wanted.
My Man 2
I could hear bells ringing. Strange familiar bells. I kissed Jamal’s dark skin, carrying out the promise to myself of cleaning up some of the jism on his body with my tongue. I was hypnotized by the taste of him. It was Jamal who shook me out of the trance. “Hey Baby, that your cell phone?”
“Dammit,” I said. Unable to release my lover, I held his penis even as I got up from the bed. Jamal was fine with it as we walked down the stairs, penis in hand. We went to the living room following the sound of my cell phone ringing. The clothes I wore when I came over were still in a pile behind the couch. I dug out my cell phone and answered it.
“Hello.”
“Hi Honey.” It was my husband though I barely recognized his voice. Our relationship now seemed so far away. “We thought you’d be home by now. Everything OK?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Everything’s fine.” It was as I felt Jamal’s strong hands moving up and down my body. He spun me around to face him. I was worried he might lose interest and I wanted to keep him quiet. Though he only came up to my belly button, I was able to bend just low enough that he could get one of my full tits into his mouth.
“Is Jamal still up?”
I looked down at Jamal’s cock. It wasn’t up exactly but considering the fucking and cumming, it was, to my surprise, quite promising. Though he’d come twice, the last time only five minutes earlier, Jamal was ready for more. He was my kind of man. “Restless,” I told my husband.
“Maybe I should come over there.”
“No no,” I said, trying to stay calm. It was difficult. Jamal was at almost at full mast now and my pussy was gaping, ready to be filled by him. His lips moving along my nipples was making me horny. I closed my eyes and let my body surrender to Jamal’s touch. I groaned.
“Are you sure you’re all right?”
“Yes, dammit,” I said. “I’m fine. Leave me alone. Just stay home and take care of the kids.”
Edgar as usual, instantly apologized. “I’m sorry.”
“Be a better parent,” I said. Meanwhile, Jamal’s hands found the wetness between my legs. I tried to move his arm away but it was like swatting a heavy piece of metal. Jamal was taking what was his. “You can’t leave our kids just to come over here. Think of the children for once.”
Jamal grew impatient. He lifted me up off the floor and started to take me up the stairs. It was so easy for him. He bounded up the stairs two at a time as I held on to his strong arms and my cell phone.
“It’s just that,” Edgar went on. “It’s just that, to be honest, I’m a little jealous of Jamal.”
“Why?” I asked. It was all I had time to say before Jamal threw me on to the bed. I wondered now if his strength had any limits. With all his exertions, he seemed not the least bit tired or even winded. His huge muscular chest didn’t betray even a slight bit of heavier breathing. Carrying a one hundred and thirty pound grown woman up the stairs and tossing her five feet across the room was nothing to him.
“He’s so strong,” Edgar said. “You probably didn’t notice. Dave and Mary have a complete gym with two treadmills and a lot of iron weights. Jamal moved all that in himself.”
“You’re right,” I said, moving my hands across Jamal’s muscular torso. “I barely noticed him at all.”
“He lifted a barbell, I swear it had a hundred pounds on it at least. I tried to lift it after Jamal left and I couldn’t budge it with two hands. Jamal carried it one hand, and some extra weights in the other.”
“Why are you jealous then?” I asked Edgar. My fingertips traced the swelling of Jamal’s magnificent biceps. “So he can lift more.”
“I guess it’s a man thing,” Edgar admitted. “A woman wouldn’t understand.”
“Machismo,” I said, trying to sound exasperated. “You’re twice the man Jamal is,” I assured Edgar, as I stroked the cock of a seven year-old boy that was almost twice his. My hand found his huge balls that I could barely lift in my hands.
“Thanks Baby,” he said. “I needed that right now.”
“Go to bed,” I said. “I’ll join you in a little while.”
“Good night,” I said to Edgar. I ended the call just as Jamal took the cell phone from my hands. He tossed it onto his desk. He shoved me backwards onto the bed now. It was a hint of what was to come. The next bout of lovemaking wasn’t going to be as gentle. Jamal now knew my body had adjusted to the size of his cock inside me. He thrust it forward into me., four inches on the first push, six on the second, eight on the third, then to the bottom.
I was powerless to resist. I was already at my physical limit. I had so many orgasms that my body was like a cloth doll as Jamal took what was now his. I loved him now, wanted to be with him, his manliness had become my narcotic. “Take me Baby,” I told him. Jamal needed no such encouragement. The bed shook with each powerful stroke of Jamal’s. “OH God Baby, You are fucking me so good…so good…so hard…oh Baby,..don’t stop fucking me. Don’t ever stop fucking me.”
The orgasm that washed over me this time was even more powerful than any of the others that evening. It was because Jamal was near his own climax. He had more fire in his eyes too, an animal that would take what I could not or would not give. He picked me up off the bed, my pussy still being rammed by his cock, and he started pumping his way into me like I was made from helium.
The furious pounding only stopped when Jamal groaned a bit. He clutched my body as tightly as I clutched his. He stood her, me in his arms, his cock deeper than any other man could go, as he shot wad after wad of potent sperm. I could almost feel it splashing into my womb, fertilizing me, making me the mother to his child, our child. I kissed the top of his head as he poured more of his lover’s potion into me.
We had made so much noise that neither of us noticed Mary and David, standing at the door to Jamal’s room. Jamal and I were both in mid-climax, me getting certainly impregnated, and the two of us wondering how we would explain it all. And even looking at this as the possible end of my marriage, maybe even my freedom, I still held on to Jamal, my hands tracing the thick muscles of his back, my body hungrily lapping up the last few squirts of his powerful semen. The law would see this as a woman molesting a seven year-old boy but the law would never see me held in Jamal’s powerful arms, Jamal taking me like a lover, Jamal being just seven years old, the most manly human being anyone would ever know.
“Dad, mom, I’m almost done,” said Jamal. It took no imagination to figure out what Jamal was talking about. I was just coming down from my orgasm. My pussy still convulsed over Jamal’s cock as he pumped a year’s worth of sperm up into my body. There was no stopping it. As much as I wanted to move, grab my clothes, and run away, I stayed impaled on my young seven year-old lover.
Jamal lifted me from his cock and carried me toward the bed. “I’m sorry Mary,” I told them as Jamal put me down. I was completely naked except the jism that coated my body.
“It’s OK,” said Mary as her eyes fixed on Jamal’s softening cock.
“It is,” said David to me. Then he turned toward his wife. “We were warned this would happen.”
“Dammit,” I said. Unable to release my lover, I held his penis even as I got up from the bed. Jamal was fine with it as we walked down the stairs, penis in hand. We went to the living room following the sound of my cell phone ringing. The clothes I wore when I came over were still in a pile behind the couch. I dug out my cell phone and answered it.
“Hello.”
“Hi Honey.” It was my husband though I barely recognized his voice. Our relationship now seemed so far away. “We thought you’d be home by now. Everything OK?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Everything’s fine.” It was as I felt Jamal’s strong hands moving up and down my body. He spun me around to face him. I was worried he might lose interest and I wanted to keep him quiet. Though he only came up to my belly button, I was able to bend just low enough that he could get one of my full tits into his mouth.
“Is Jamal still up?”
I looked down at Jamal’s cock. It wasn’t up exactly but considering the fucking and cumming, it was, to my surprise, quite promising. Though he’d come twice, the last time only five minutes earlier, Jamal was ready for more. He was my kind of man. “Restless,” I told my husband.
“Maybe I should come over there.”
“No no,” I said, trying to stay calm. It was difficult. Jamal was at almost at full mast now and my pussy was gaping, ready to be filled by him. His lips moving along my nipples was making me horny. I closed my eyes and let my body surrender to Jamal’s touch. I groaned.
“Are you sure you’re all right?”
“Yes, dammit,” I said. “I’m fine. Leave me alone. Just stay home and take care of the kids.”
Edgar as usual, instantly apologized. “I’m sorry.”
“Be a better parent,” I said. Meanwhile, Jamal’s hands found the wetness between my legs. I tried to move his arm away but it was like swatting a heavy piece of metal. Jamal was taking what was his. “You can’t leave our kids just to come over here. Think of the children for once.”
Jamal grew impatient. He lifted me up off the floor and started to take me up the stairs. It was so easy for him. He bounded up the stairs two at a time as I held on to his strong arms and my cell phone.
“It’s just that,” Edgar went on. “It’s just that, to be honest, I’m a little jealous of Jamal.”
“Why?” I asked. It was all I had time to say before Jamal threw me on to the bed. I wondered now if his strength had any limits. With all his exertions, he seemed not the least bit tired or even winded. His huge muscular chest didn’t betray even a slight bit of heavier breathing. Carrying a one hundred and thirty pound grown woman up the stairs and tossing her five feet across the room was nothing to him.
“He’s so strong,” Edgar said. “You probably didn’t notice. Dave and Mary have a complete gym with two treadmills and a lot of iron weights. Jamal moved all that in himself.”
“You’re right,” I said, moving my hands across Jamal’s muscular torso. “I barely noticed him at all.”
“He lifted a barbell, I swear it had a hundred pounds on it at least. I tried to lift it after Jamal left and I couldn’t budge it with two hands. Jamal carried it one hand, and some extra weights in the other.”
“Why are you jealous then?” I asked Edgar. My fingertips traced the swelling of Jamal’s magnificent biceps. “So he can lift more.”
“I guess it’s a man thing,” Edgar admitted. “A woman wouldn’t understand.”
“Machismo,” I said, trying to sound exasperated. “You’re twice the man Jamal is,” I assured Edgar, as I stroked the cock of a seven year-old boy that was almost twice his. My hand found his huge balls that I could barely lift in my hands.
“Thanks Baby,” he said. “I needed that right now.”
“Go to bed,” I said. “I’ll join you in a little while.”
“Good night,” I said to Edgar. I ended the call just as Jamal took the cell phone from my hands. He tossed it onto his desk. He shoved me backwards onto the bed now. It was a hint of what was to come. The next bout of lovemaking wasn’t going to be as gentle. Jamal now knew my body had adjusted to the size of his cock inside me. He thrust it forward into me., four inches on the first push, six on the second, eight on the third, then to the bottom.
I was powerless to resist. I was already at my physical limit. I had so many orgasms that my body was like a cloth doll as Jamal took what was now his. I loved him now, wanted to be with him, his manliness had become my narcotic. “Take me Baby,” I told him. Jamal needed no such encouragement. The bed shook with each powerful stroke of Jamal’s. “OH God Baby, You are fucking me so good…so good…so hard…oh Baby,..don’t stop fucking me. Don’t ever stop fucking me.”
The orgasm that washed over me this time was even more powerful than any of the others that evening. It was because Jamal was near his own climax. He had more fire in his eyes too, an animal that would take what I could not or would not give. He picked me up off the bed, my pussy still being rammed by his cock, and he started pumping his way into me like I was made from helium.
The furious pounding only stopped when Jamal groaned a bit. He clutched my body as tightly as I clutched his. He stood her, me in his arms, his cock deeper than any other man could go, as he shot wad after wad of potent sperm. I could almost feel it splashing into my womb, fertilizing me, making me the mother to his child, our child. I kissed the top of his head as he poured more of his lover’s potion into me.
We had made so much noise that neither of us noticed Mary and David, standing at the door to Jamal’s room. Jamal and I were both in mid-climax, me getting certainly impregnated, and the two of us wondering how we would explain it all. And even looking at this as the possible end of my marriage, maybe even my freedom, I still held on to Jamal, my hands tracing the thick muscles of his back, my body hungrily lapping up the last few squirts of his powerful semen. The law would see this as a woman molesting a seven year-old boy but the law would never see me held in Jamal’s powerful arms, Jamal taking me like a lover, Jamal being just seven years old, the most manly human being anyone would ever know.
“Dad, mom, I’m almost done,” said Jamal. It took no imagination to figure out what Jamal was talking about. I was just coming down from my orgasm. My pussy still convulsed over Jamal’s cock as he pumped a year’s worth of sperm up into my body. There was no stopping it. As much as I wanted to move, grab my clothes, and run away, I stayed impaled on my young seven year-old lover.
Jamal lifted me from his cock and carried me toward the bed. “I’m sorry Mary,” I told them as Jamal put me down. I was completely naked except the jism that coated my body.
“It’s OK,” said Mary as her eyes fixed on Jamal’s softening cock.
“It is,” said David to me. Then he turned toward his wife. “We were warned this would happen.”
Hulk & Not So Mini Hulk
During my college years in the 1970’s, I was invited to spend a couple of weeks with my uncle’s family at a ranch in a rural high mountain area. They had a huge house there with an indoor swimming pool and gymnasium. My brother had been there before and had previously met them and their three sons on a separate visit but because he had come down with chicken pox – he had to stay behind to recuperate. Before I had left home for the visit, he teased me again about my lack of muscularity – as I only weighed about 115 pounds at the time and at 5 foot 9 inches tall was so thin that I had to do some of my clothes shopping in the children’s department for my belts, watch bands and shirts (I wore a size twelve tee shirt to cover my 28 inch chest). While teasing me he said I better watch out for the second oldest son who at twelve years old was taller than I was and was nearly triple my weight; and he joked that his little 7 year old brother could out muscle and that he outweighed me too! He also mentioned to me that he had an older brother that was 14, but he didn’t tell me anything about him. He also told me the funny difference in size of my aunt and uncle – with the uncle a small –somewhat frail man who was recovering from a heart attack and his wife –a very large and imposing 6 foot plus in height with a big boned body to match. Now my brother tended to exaggerate stories about things in general and I said to him in response concerning the two younger brothers, “When I see it, I’ll believe it.”
A couple of days later I arrived late to the ranch, shortly after lunch time. After a kind greeting from my uncle and aunt, they asked me if I wanted to go swimming later on with their sons; they were anxious to show me their pool and my uncle also wanted me to meet my cousins for the first time. He had explained to me to get ready swim as they were due to arrive any moment from a wrestling practice (that conveniently was being held in the back of their large house, in a properly outfitted gym that was complete with wrestling mats and other athletic gear). After getting myself unpacked in a comfortable bedroom that was assigned to me, and putting on my improvised swimming suit (I had to wear an old pair of cut-off jeans left over from my junior high years as I had lost so much weight recently from Mono that I was afraid that my usual suit would have fallen off in a dive) I went out to the main hall by the foyer and sat down in a chair to wait.
Just then entering the hall and sitting at another bench across from where I was sitting was what I thought a short but fairly muscular high school wrestler that had returned from the wrestling practice in the back of the house. The reason that I had assumed this was that the boy was dressed wearing a pair of knee high white socks (popular in those days), a baggy pair of nylon or polyester gym shorts with a sleeveless semi-perforated fabric top; AND that he was extraordinarily muscular as if he lifted weights or wrestled. He was 5 foot 6 1/2 inches tall and 165 pounds ( I found out that information later) with very little discernable body fat. Going back to his muscles, it looked like he had tremendous musculature with a neck thicker than his head was, broad-angular shoulders with huge deltoids that certainly not only rivaled my own deltoids by a couple of times in size; but even my own butt-gluteal muscles in size. He had biceps that had a double peaks, complimented with equally defined triceps underneath. This miniature muscle man also had thighs that were easily 2 to 3 times the size of mine. His calves were enormous cannon balls that were barely contained by the long socks that he was wearing. And his chest was at least 50 percent broader than mine, tapering down to what seemed to be quite muscular abs for I could see their ripples lifting up the bottom portion of his shirt. I thought to myself, “If he is a weight lifter… I wondered how much he really could lift!?”
Just then his aunt passed by and introduced this boy as one of her sons, Mark and said the others would be coming soon. I had a startling thought, ‘This must be the 14 year old that my brother had told me about!’ So I asked him questions trying to find out more about him like… ‘What grade are you in? What is your favorite subject in school? Do you have a favorite sport?’ The strange thing is that the boy never answered me even once as I was asking the questions… he even acted a bit shy. Finally as an insult I said to him, “I bet you’re just in the 6th grade.” His mother happed to be walking again nearby catching the conversation and said, “Mark is only seven years old, BIG isn’t he?” Amazed I agreed! She then told me that he was even bigger than his 12 year old brother (the big kid my brother was talking about) was when he was at that same age. She also mentioned that he was 14 inches taller than his 14 year old brother, who in contrast was a bit small for his age. Just then his two older brothers came in. The oldest was Jeff (the 14 year old), a fairly thin kid in comparison to the younger brother, who I then found out was a star wrestler in his high school at 98 pounds. The second oldest (the twelve year old) was a humongous kid, standing 6 foot 3 inches and weighing 265 pounds (not quite the dimensions that my brother led me to believe, but BIG enough!). The twelve year old, I think I remember his name was John, I was told had made first string as a seventh-grader, for the middle school football team.
In the pool, with the horsing around that kids do, the twelve year old that had forearms thicker than a normal man’s thighs, and a bicep that would have rivaled my 19 ½ inch waist; could easily curl my entire body weight repetitively… and of course it was no difficulty for him at all to hold me over his head! His hands were enormous as just his thumb alone was thicker than my wrist and even his thumb or pinky were longer than my middle finger. He made a comment when he was lifting me that I was quite light, much lighter than his little 7 year old brother. That’s when I made a comment as to how muscular his 7 year old brother was and I asked, “is he stronger than his oldest brother?” The 14 year old said after a short pause, “Oh yes he has been a lot stronger than me for a while, and I can’t really practice wresting against him anymore, I am no competition.” The 12 year old chimed in, “I bet he is stronger than you too. Maybe twice as strong!” Up to that point the 7 year old had not joined us and arrived late because he had to wait for his mom to find his swimming trunks.
When the young kid jumped into the pool, he immediately headed to the shallow end coughing and sputtering in the water as he had only had just begun to learn to swim. He seemed to have some difficulty with his buoyancy … could it be his muscular body didn’t float so well? The pool bottom was oddly shaped as the shallow end was only about 2 feet deep so I could see most of this kids muscular body which was strikingly muscular in appearance. His swimming trunks were of the Speedo-type and were tight enough that the cloth portion of the back of his suit formed a bridge over the deep muscular furrows of his rear butt-leg muscles. The brothers asked him to flex his bicep and demanded for me to feel it. The large grapefruit sized object was immensely hard, a piece of warm marble. Embarrassed, I said MISTAKENLY, “maybe its baby fat.” So they had the ‘little’ brother in his swimming briefs stand side by side to compare our muscles. His biceps, legs, shoulders and even wrists were bigger than anything I had. They teased me saying why don’t you at least flex (I was flexing as hard as I could but my very small muscles could not even penetrate the thin layer of flab that I had!). What was also interesting was the fact that this 5 foot 6 ½ inch, seven year old had a disproportionate amount of his height in his legs and indeed his legs were slightly longer than mine and so were his arms.
This kid who formerly was shy in talking with me, had become bold and perhaps even a bit arrogant with me. Standing in front of me, he lunged at me and grabbed me with his strong arms, locking his hands behind my back. I could feel his muscular chest pressing against my chest and leaning way back he easily lifted my feet out of the water of the pool. He squeezed me mightily and I grunted loudly as he forced the air out of me chest. He asked me, “Have you ever been carried in a fireman’s carry?” Adjusting his grip he draped me over one of his shoulders and I had a view of his muscular butt and powerful back muscles. After carrying me out of the pool and walking around the pool deck, he finally put me down. As a final display of strength, the two older brothers had me stand at the edge of the pool in the water between the deep and the shallow end with the water up to my waist. The older brother said, watch what he can do, he does it all the time to me. So the young 7 year old, still out of the pool came over to where I was standing, standing at the edge of the pool deck he then grabbed me by the waist of my cut-off jeans and pulling up (with the initial help of the water’s buoyancy though) this extraordinarily muscular kid pulled me up as if he was lifting a set of weights using perfect form by squatting and then extending his legs. His biceps bulging amazingly, he continued to curl me until my feet left the water and that my waist was at the level of his shoulders. He even tried to press me further up over his head, but I was embarrassed at having him lift me so easily, so I wiggled and he lost his balance, dropping me back into the pool.
Somebody suggested that we wrestle and I said, lets arm wrestle instead… as I felt uncomfortable wrestling a kid only wearing what he did (and I was afraid he could hurt me). The arm wrestling match was completely lopsided with him soundly beating me. I tried to cheat by going before the word “go” was stated; but he could hold his arm practically still against mine. I then tried both of my arms against either hand with similar results. In fact the muscle kid mocked me in the last arm wrestle when I had both of my hands against his left (he happened to be stronger in the left arm). Instead of finishing me off right away when the word “go” was mentioned, he would hold his arm still and ask when I was going to start. I tried to end the farce by pulling my arms away but I couldn’t break free of his grip as he had a huge hand and its grip easily encircled both of my hands. A tug a war ensued – all one sided. Because we were wrestling on a slippery table, when he pulled back with his left arm, he essentially curled me off the ground using the table as a fulcrum, dragging me across its top towards him before finally throwing his hand down to finish.
In the pool a game of Marco Polo and wrestling… To Be Continued
A couple of days later I arrived late to the ranch, shortly after lunch time. After a kind greeting from my uncle and aunt, they asked me if I wanted to go swimming later on with their sons; they were anxious to show me their pool and my uncle also wanted me to meet my cousins for the first time. He had explained to me to get ready swim as they were due to arrive any moment from a wrestling practice (that conveniently was being held in the back of their large house, in a properly outfitted gym that was complete with wrestling mats and other athletic gear). After getting myself unpacked in a comfortable bedroom that was assigned to me, and putting on my improvised swimming suit (I had to wear an old pair of cut-off jeans left over from my junior high years as I had lost so much weight recently from Mono that I was afraid that my usual suit would have fallen off in a dive) I went out to the main hall by the foyer and sat down in a chair to wait.
Just then entering the hall and sitting at another bench across from where I was sitting was what I thought a short but fairly muscular high school wrestler that had returned from the wrestling practice in the back of the house. The reason that I had assumed this was that the boy was dressed wearing a pair of knee high white socks (popular in those days), a baggy pair of nylon or polyester gym shorts with a sleeveless semi-perforated fabric top; AND that he was extraordinarily muscular as if he lifted weights or wrestled. He was 5 foot 6 1/2 inches tall and 165 pounds ( I found out that information later) with very little discernable body fat. Going back to his muscles, it looked like he had tremendous musculature with a neck thicker than his head was, broad-angular shoulders with huge deltoids that certainly not only rivaled my own deltoids by a couple of times in size; but even my own butt-gluteal muscles in size. He had biceps that had a double peaks, complimented with equally defined triceps underneath. This miniature muscle man also had thighs that were easily 2 to 3 times the size of mine. His calves were enormous cannon balls that were barely contained by the long socks that he was wearing. And his chest was at least 50 percent broader than mine, tapering down to what seemed to be quite muscular abs for I could see their ripples lifting up the bottom portion of his shirt. I thought to myself, “If he is a weight lifter… I wondered how much he really could lift!?”
Just then his aunt passed by and introduced this boy as one of her sons, Mark and said the others would be coming soon. I had a startling thought, ‘This must be the 14 year old that my brother had told me about!’ So I asked him questions trying to find out more about him like… ‘What grade are you in? What is your favorite subject in school? Do you have a favorite sport?’ The strange thing is that the boy never answered me even once as I was asking the questions… he even acted a bit shy. Finally as an insult I said to him, “I bet you’re just in the 6th grade.” His mother happed to be walking again nearby catching the conversation and said, “Mark is only seven years old, BIG isn’t he?” Amazed I agreed! She then told me that he was even bigger than his 12 year old brother (the big kid my brother was talking about) was when he was at that same age. She also mentioned that he was 14 inches taller than his 14 year old brother, who in contrast was a bit small for his age. Just then his two older brothers came in. The oldest was Jeff (the 14 year old), a fairly thin kid in comparison to the younger brother, who I then found out was a star wrestler in his high school at 98 pounds. The second oldest (the twelve year old) was a humongous kid, standing 6 foot 3 inches and weighing 265 pounds (not quite the dimensions that my brother led me to believe, but BIG enough!). The twelve year old, I think I remember his name was John, I was told had made first string as a seventh-grader, for the middle school football team.
In the pool, with the horsing around that kids do, the twelve year old that had forearms thicker than a normal man’s thighs, and a bicep that would have rivaled my 19 ½ inch waist; could easily curl my entire body weight repetitively… and of course it was no difficulty for him at all to hold me over his head! His hands were enormous as just his thumb alone was thicker than my wrist and even his thumb or pinky were longer than my middle finger. He made a comment when he was lifting me that I was quite light, much lighter than his little 7 year old brother. That’s when I made a comment as to how muscular his 7 year old brother was and I asked, “is he stronger than his oldest brother?” The 14 year old said after a short pause, “Oh yes he has been a lot stronger than me for a while, and I can’t really practice wresting against him anymore, I am no competition.” The 12 year old chimed in, “I bet he is stronger than you too. Maybe twice as strong!” Up to that point the 7 year old had not joined us and arrived late because he had to wait for his mom to find his swimming trunks.
When the young kid jumped into the pool, he immediately headed to the shallow end coughing and sputtering in the water as he had only had just begun to learn to swim. He seemed to have some difficulty with his buoyancy … could it be his muscular body didn’t float so well? The pool bottom was oddly shaped as the shallow end was only about 2 feet deep so I could see most of this kids muscular body which was strikingly muscular in appearance. His swimming trunks were of the Speedo-type and were tight enough that the cloth portion of the back of his suit formed a bridge over the deep muscular furrows of his rear butt-leg muscles. The brothers asked him to flex his bicep and demanded for me to feel it. The large grapefruit sized object was immensely hard, a piece of warm marble. Embarrassed, I said MISTAKENLY, “maybe its baby fat.” So they had the ‘little’ brother in his swimming briefs stand side by side to compare our muscles. His biceps, legs, shoulders and even wrists were bigger than anything I had. They teased me saying why don’t you at least flex (I was flexing as hard as I could but my very small muscles could not even penetrate the thin layer of flab that I had!). What was also interesting was the fact that this 5 foot 6 ½ inch, seven year old had a disproportionate amount of his height in his legs and indeed his legs were slightly longer than mine and so were his arms.
This kid who formerly was shy in talking with me, had become bold and perhaps even a bit arrogant with me. Standing in front of me, he lunged at me and grabbed me with his strong arms, locking his hands behind my back. I could feel his muscular chest pressing against my chest and leaning way back he easily lifted my feet out of the water of the pool. He squeezed me mightily and I grunted loudly as he forced the air out of me chest. He asked me, “Have you ever been carried in a fireman’s carry?” Adjusting his grip he draped me over one of his shoulders and I had a view of his muscular butt and powerful back muscles. After carrying me out of the pool and walking around the pool deck, he finally put me down. As a final display of strength, the two older brothers had me stand at the edge of the pool in the water between the deep and the shallow end with the water up to my waist. The older brother said, watch what he can do, he does it all the time to me. So the young 7 year old, still out of the pool came over to where I was standing, standing at the edge of the pool deck he then grabbed me by the waist of my cut-off jeans and pulling up (with the initial help of the water’s buoyancy though) this extraordinarily muscular kid pulled me up as if he was lifting a set of weights using perfect form by squatting and then extending his legs. His biceps bulging amazingly, he continued to curl me until my feet left the water and that my waist was at the level of his shoulders. He even tried to press me further up over his head, but I was embarrassed at having him lift me so easily, so I wiggled and he lost his balance, dropping me back into the pool.
Somebody suggested that we wrestle and I said, lets arm wrestle instead… as I felt uncomfortable wrestling a kid only wearing what he did (and I was afraid he could hurt me). The arm wrestling match was completely lopsided with him soundly beating me. I tried to cheat by going before the word “go” was stated; but he could hold his arm practically still against mine. I then tried both of my arms against either hand with similar results. In fact the muscle kid mocked me in the last arm wrestle when I had both of my hands against his left (he happened to be stronger in the left arm). Instead of finishing me off right away when the word “go” was mentioned, he would hold his arm still and ask when I was going to start. I tried to end the farce by pulling my arms away but I couldn’t break free of his grip as he had a huge hand and its grip easily encircled both of my hands. A tug a war ensued – all one sided. Because we were wrestling on a slippery table, when he pulled back with his left arm, he essentially curled me off the ground using the table as a fulcrum, dragging me across its top towards him before finally throwing his hand down to finish.
In the pool a game of Marco Polo and wrestling… To Be Continued
Super Boy Vs. Super Wimp
I was the oldest child in a family of four children. As a college freshman I was quite a bit shorter than I later turned out to be (after I graduated) at five foot nine inches tall. I was also quite light in weight, only weighing about 110 to 120 pounds at the time. My brother, 8 1/2 years younger than me, was quite an athlete in the small private school that he attended and was quite proud of his muscles and constantly teased me about my lack of muscles compared to his. He would embarrass me constantly by wrestling me in front of his friends or by sitting next to me in church in the sleeveless shirt and shorts, flexing his fairly sizable muscles whenever a girl happened to be looking his way (even as a 10 year old, he already had a way with girls!). Speaking of church, our whole family was attending a small country church that had a very large number of kids as a percentage of the total attendees. When we came to Sunday school, the kids would sit in rows organized by grades with the youngest kids sitting in front. I noticed the first Sunday that we were attending, that there was a boy in the third grade class that was head and shoulders taller than the other kids. I also noticed after a few Sunday’s that my muscular brother who was two grades higher than this third grader – would disappear whenever the unusually large kid showed up. Granted that this kid was 6 inches taller than my brother, but it I thought it was strange that my brother would be so afraid of a younger kid. So one day I asked my normally macho brother, why he ran away from this kid. My brother who normally was too proud to admit that anyone could be tougher or stronger than him said this to me, “It is because he is very strong and a bully; and you better watch out or he will beat you up too!” That statement made me curious for it was not characteristic of my brother to warn me of potentially embarrassing or hazardous situations as he loved to humiliate me… stories of him embarrassing me I will tell another time.
Our church Sunday school has an alternative Halloween party for kids to attend on a Saturday night as a way of attracting new kids/adults into the church. There were three haunted houses with the college group providing the fanciest one. I dressed myself up as Frankenstein using an old ugly suit of my father’s and I wore green makeup. Knowing that our church overheated when it was crowded, I wore underneath a pair of cut-off jeans and a ridiculously oversized muscle shirt (it made me look like the wimp that I was as the shoulder straps would not stay up on my bony shoulders).
During the party I saw this huge third grader dressed up as superman, wearing a tight pair of blue leotards, a red oversized cape and a floppy yellow S pinned to his chest. I also noticed later on from a distance, this kid flexing his bicep in front of group of mostly older kids who seemed to be admiring its proportions. Wearing contacts at the time, I didn’t see very well and I at first wondered how he inserted the large artificial muscle into his outfit…thinking that he had a bulb connected to balloon to make a fake muscle. His muscle to me looked too big to be real, especially on an seven or eight year old kid.
Later, at the end of the party, I was told to be in charge of watching the remains of the haunted house that had been set up by the college group (we had borrowed some Victorian furniture and black lights which at that time were fairly valuable). It had been predetermined that the other, more stronger guys would help move chairs and furniture back in place so that church could be held the next day in the auditorium. Accepting this menial assignment, I had removed my outfit and my makeup and was in my ridiculous looking muscle shirt and shorts while revealed my extraordinarily skinny and yet flabby body. My physic was in such a way that when someone asked me to flex my bicep, though I was painfully skinny, the thin layer of flab completely concealed it! The large third grader still in his Superman outfit wandered into the room where the haunted house had been and seeing me in my scrawniness said sneeringly, “Watch me as I capture the monster!” I laughed thinking he was not serious.
While I was distracted by some kids running on some very low chairs, the large boy had removed the red cape that had concealed most of his body, leaving him only wearing the blue leotard. He had snuck up behind me, hopped up on a short preschool sized chair and then grabbed me around the lower chest – trapping my arms that were at the side at the time. He said quietly to me, “You better cry ‘Uncle’ or I will crush you to death!”
It must have been quite a sight as there were at least 20 kids in the room of various ages watching the spectacle of a very large, muscular yet young kid man-handling a puny college student. I am not exactly certain as to how much he weighed…but it had to have been at least 40 or 50 pounds more than I did! He was quite tall and was at most 6 inches shorter than I was. The blue leotard outfit he was wearing, left him virtually naked in a sense as it revealed every fine striation of muscle that he had from head to toe with him having extraordinarily large shoulders for any age (his deltoid-caps seemed like very large grapefruits). His thighs were equally impressive with muscular bulges resembling giant biceps and approaching volleyballs in size. And perhaps most impressive of all were his buttocks, as they resembled a couple of basketballs in size, tightly held together with tremendous definition and striation. Apparently he had developed such muscularity by working on his dad’s farm, lifting over one hundred pound bales of hay, on a daily basis, onto the back of a flat bed truck ( I found this out later).
Well in any case, this kid did make me cry ‘uncle’ several times by crushing me with his relatively massive, encircling arms. I was completely helpless as he was vastly stronger. At one point he did squeeze me as hard as he could, but fortunately he had dropped his grip around my waist at that point causing me to momentarily to lose all circulation to my lower extremities - he would have certainly killed me if he had done that to my chest! He then tossed me over one of his broad shoulders and was going to carry me out to the front yard to beat me up when his dad intercepted and rescued me and admonished his son for bullying. This kid intimidated me a couple of times after this episode; but wasn’t really that much of a problem in my perspective as I had long gotten used to being bullied by much younger kids for quite some time because of my scrawny physic.
A postscript: there was a new, obnoxious guy in our college group at church who was proud of his unusually large biceps which he had obviously obtained by working out with weights. He was 24 years old and a sheet metal worker by trade. He also was fairly tall at 6 foot 2 inches in height and 180 pounds in weight, and his biceps were very impressive in size, but I noticed that his wrists were in reality only slightly larger than mine-this I attribute to improper weight training. During a break, on a Wednesday church meeting night we where were goofing off as a group of guys, with some of us arm wrestling, or just wrestling around. No one in the group wanted to arm wrestle this guy as he out-weighed the next heaviest guy by about 30 pounds… so this arrogant guy mocked us and kept on challenging us to arm wrestle him. Suddenly I had a brainwave. I remembered that this huge kid happened to be in another meeting room in the church and being after 9pm, I knew that he would be coming out of class about this time. Thinking of his extraordinary strength, I suggested to the man (without telling him the age of his would be opponent) that there was an unusually strong kid in the Sunday school program that would be a more worthy opponent than any of us. All of us except for this man who did not know the kid, knew of whom I was talking about (the big third grader) and I could see some quiet, knowing smiles among the group. I brought this kid into the room, found a suitable table and had them sit across from each other to arm wrestle. It was immediately apparent that the young kid had a wrist that was close to being twice as thick as the older guys and a bicep that was at least as large. And although he was somewhat shorter in overall height, his arms on the other hand were just as long. It would be improper to describe the arm wrestle as an epic struggle for it was not! When the word “go” was said, the boy slammed the man’s arm down in maybe a second. The man was so stunned --especially being beaten by an obviously quite a bit younger kid—that he in an incredulous tone demanded a rematch. The second rematch was over in a blink of an eye. Someone suggested that maybe he should try the left arm instead (the kid actually was left-handed and was even stronger in that arm). The formerly macho man placed his left arm against the boys and we told the boy, “let him have a head start.” The man struggled against the boy quivering his own arm but not the boys. When we said a second “GO”, the boy again slammed the man’s hand to the table. The man amazed and yet amused at the disparity between their strength then arm wrestled the boy with two arms against the boy’s one…just for the fun of it. The kid again defeated the man, perhaps because their weights weren’t really that much apart and because that time the man was truly exhausted. Someone suggested that maybe the man would like to wrestle the boy instead on the grass. But the sheet metal worker claiming that he had injured his arm, and had enough of any kind of wrestling. He left the room (we never saw him again in any of our meetings!).
Our church Sunday school has an alternative Halloween party for kids to attend on a Saturday night as a way of attracting new kids/adults into the church. There were three haunted houses with the college group providing the fanciest one. I dressed myself up as Frankenstein using an old ugly suit of my father’s and I wore green makeup. Knowing that our church overheated when it was crowded, I wore underneath a pair of cut-off jeans and a ridiculously oversized muscle shirt (it made me look like the wimp that I was as the shoulder straps would not stay up on my bony shoulders).
During the party I saw this huge third grader dressed up as superman, wearing a tight pair of blue leotards, a red oversized cape and a floppy yellow S pinned to his chest. I also noticed later on from a distance, this kid flexing his bicep in front of group of mostly older kids who seemed to be admiring its proportions. Wearing contacts at the time, I didn’t see very well and I at first wondered how he inserted the large artificial muscle into his outfit…thinking that he had a bulb connected to balloon to make a fake muscle. His muscle to me looked too big to be real, especially on an seven or eight year old kid.
Later, at the end of the party, I was told to be in charge of watching the remains of the haunted house that had been set up by the college group (we had borrowed some Victorian furniture and black lights which at that time were fairly valuable). It had been predetermined that the other, more stronger guys would help move chairs and furniture back in place so that church could be held the next day in the auditorium. Accepting this menial assignment, I had removed my outfit and my makeup and was in my ridiculous looking muscle shirt and shorts while revealed my extraordinarily skinny and yet flabby body. My physic was in such a way that when someone asked me to flex my bicep, though I was painfully skinny, the thin layer of flab completely concealed it! The large third grader still in his Superman outfit wandered into the room where the haunted house had been and seeing me in my scrawniness said sneeringly, “Watch me as I capture the monster!” I laughed thinking he was not serious.
While I was distracted by some kids running on some very low chairs, the large boy had removed the red cape that had concealed most of his body, leaving him only wearing the blue leotard. He had snuck up behind me, hopped up on a short preschool sized chair and then grabbed me around the lower chest – trapping my arms that were at the side at the time. He said quietly to me, “You better cry ‘Uncle’ or I will crush you to death!”
It must have been quite a sight as there were at least 20 kids in the room of various ages watching the spectacle of a very large, muscular yet young kid man-handling a puny college student. I am not exactly certain as to how much he weighed…but it had to have been at least 40 or 50 pounds more than I did! He was quite tall and was at most 6 inches shorter than I was. The blue leotard outfit he was wearing, left him virtually naked in a sense as it revealed every fine striation of muscle that he had from head to toe with him having extraordinarily large shoulders for any age (his deltoid-caps seemed like very large grapefruits). His thighs were equally impressive with muscular bulges resembling giant biceps and approaching volleyballs in size. And perhaps most impressive of all were his buttocks, as they resembled a couple of basketballs in size, tightly held together with tremendous definition and striation. Apparently he had developed such muscularity by working on his dad’s farm, lifting over one hundred pound bales of hay, on a daily basis, onto the back of a flat bed truck ( I found this out later).
Well in any case, this kid did make me cry ‘uncle’ several times by crushing me with his relatively massive, encircling arms. I was completely helpless as he was vastly stronger. At one point he did squeeze me as hard as he could, but fortunately he had dropped his grip around my waist at that point causing me to momentarily to lose all circulation to my lower extremities - he would have certainly killed me if he had done that to my chest! He then tossed me over one of his broad shoulders and was going to carry me out to the front yard to beat me up when his dad intercepted and rescued me and admonished his son for bullying. This kid intimidated me a couple of times after this episode; but wasn’t really that much of a problem in my perspective as I had long gotten used to being bullied by much younger kids for quite some time because of my scrawny physic.
A postscript: there was a new, obnoxious guy in our college group at church who was proud of his unusually large biceps which he had obviously obtained by working out with weights. He was 24 years old and a sheet metal worker by trade. He also was fairly tall at 6 foot 2 inches in height and 180 pounds in weight, and his biceps were very impressive in size, but I noticed that his wrists were in reality only slightly larger than mine-this I attribute to improper weight training. During a break, on a Wednesday church meeting night we where were goofing off as a group of guys, with some of us arm wrestling, or just wrestling around. No one in the group wanted to arm wrestle this guy as he out-weighed the next heaviest guy by about 30 pounds… so this arrogant guy mocked us and kept on challenging us to arm wrestle him. Suddenly I had a brainwave. I remembered that this huge kid happened to be in another meeting room in the church and being after 9pm, I knew that he would be coming out of class about this time. Thinking of his extraordinary strength, I suggested to the man (without telling him the age of his would be opponent) that there was an unusually strong kid in the Sunday school program that would be a more worthy opponent than any of us. All of us except for this man who did not know the kid, knew of whom I was talking about (the big third grader) and I could see some quiet, knowing smiles among the group. I brought this kid into the room, found a suitable table and had them sit across from each other to arm wrestle. It was immediately apparent that the young kid had a wrist that was close to being twice as thick as the older guys and a bicep that was at least as large. And although he was somewhat shorter in overall height, his arms on the other hand were just as long. It would be improper to describe the arm wrestle as an epic struggle for it was not! When the word “go” was said, the boy slammed the man’s arm down in maybe a second. The man was so stunned --especially being beaten by an obviously quite a bit younger kid—that he in an incredulous tone demanded a rematch. The second rematch was over in a blink of an eye. Someone suggested that maybe he should try the left arm instead (the kid actually was left-handed and was even stronger in that arm). The formerly macho man placed his left arm against the boys and we told the boy, “let him have a head start.” The man struggled against the boy quivering his own arm but not the boys. When we said a second “GO”, the boy again slammed the man’s hand to the table. The man amazed and yet amused at the disparity between their strength then arm wrestled the boy with two arms against the boy’s one…just for the fun of it. The kid again defeated the man, perhaps because their weights weren’t really that much apart and because that time the man was truly exhausted. Someone suggested that maybe the man would like to wrestle the boy instead on the grass. But the sheet metal worker claiming that he had injured his arm, and had enough of any kind of wrestling. He left the room (we never saw him again in any of our meetings!).
Hidden Muscle
Hidden Muscle
At the time I was going to a very small college located on the Oregon coast. We were expected to do some volunteer work as part of our education, so I volunteered with a few other students for a job that involved making sure that some boys attending an athletic-recreational after school activity, got back to their school safely where their parents would be waiting to pick them up. The boys were mostly fourth graders with a few younger kids also involved. A fellow college student who was assisting me (his name was Brian and he was a strong athletic guy), generally carried one of the larger 4th graders piggyback on his shoulders, during the six weeks that I had volunteered. On the last day of the program there was a new 2nd grader boy attending and he asked Brian if he could ride piggyback instead. Brian asked me if I would carry the boy that he normally carried since he wanted to give the other boy a turn sitting on his shoulders. I was somewhat dubious about doing this as I still was very much a light-weight—weighing at that time maybe a hundred and twenty pounds at the most… and the kid that I was to be lifting maybe weighed 70 to 90 pounds which would have been far more then I could comfortably lift earlier in college. I put my head between this kids legs and tried to stand up but found that my legs simply were not strong enough to lift our combined weight – so I gave up. An aside: the kid I tried to lift was maybe at most 5 or 6 inches taller than his classmates and from the way he dressed in the cold oceanic climate, completely concealed any physical dimensions that he had... all I can say is that he was heavy.
I apologized to the kid that I was trying to lift; and had to ask him to let me go…his legs were semi-wrapped around my head in preparation of being lifted and I was in an awkward, bent over position. The only thing that I noticed up that point about the boy was that it seemed that he was made out of cement as his legs seemed to be made of cast iron when I was trying to lift him.
He gently asked politely, “Could I lift you?”
Stunned, I said, “Yes”; but I was curious how he was going to lift me. Many kids seeing how skinny I was as an adult have lifted me before, usually by simply putting their arms around my waist and then lifting me up briefly. But this kid had a different idea in mind. Initially he asked me to spread my legs apart, I was shocked and thought to myself is he really going to try to carry ME on his shoulders? He walked around me once to give me a once over and then said, “I think that’s too easy, put your legs together, I am going to lift you a different way, I’m going to show you all how strong I am!”
He told me to keep my legs together and be prepared for a surprise. Grabbing me by the mid thighs from behind with his surprisingly large hands, he first curled me off the ground, then pressed me over his head without so much as a grunt and then commanded me to spread my legs apart so that he could sit me on his shoulders. I was so started by his display of strength that I didn’t hear his initial command, but while holding me over his head he pulled my legs apart and sat me on his shoulders. He then carried me piggyback all the way back to the school which was about 10 blocks or about one mile in distance. Amazingly, he showed no sign of fatigue and seemed to manage my weight, light but tall as I was, without any difficulty. As we approached the school yard he commanded that I squeeze my legs tightly around his neck as hard as I can. I said questioning him, “will that hurt you?” He said with certainty, “You can’t hurt me.”
So I with all my strength tried to press my legs together, but he grabbed me by the mid-thigh again and easily pulled my legs apart and before putting me down pumped me up several times. He then gently placed back down on the ground.
Both myself and the college student with me (who had been carrying this kid the whole semester) were absolutely amazed at this kids great strength and I exclaimed, “How can a kid in the fourth grade have such strong muscles?” The kid replied as his dad was approaching, “Well, I am actually not a fourth grader in age. You see I was held back a couple of times and I am 12 years of age.” At that point he rolled up the sleeve of his shirt and flexed a most defined and peaked bicep that was about the size of a large cantaloupe.
Yet another true story that happened when I was a college freshman.
At the time I was going to a very small college located on the Oregon coast. We were expected to do some volunteer work as part of our education, so I volunteered with a few other students for a job that involved making sure that some boys attending an athletic-recreational after school activity, got back to their school safely where their parents would be waiting to pick them up. The boys were mostly fourth graders with a few younger kids also involved. A fellow college student who was assisting me (his name was Brian and he was a strong athletic guy), generally carried one of the larger 4th graders piggyback on his shoulders, during the six weeks that I had volunteered. On the last day of the program there was a new 2nd grader boy attending and he asked Brian if he could ride piggyback instead. Brian asked me if I would carry the boy that he normally carried since he wanted to give the other boy a turn sitting on his shoulders. I was somewhat dubious about doing this as I still was very much a light-weight—weighing at that time maybe a hundred and twenty pounds at the most… and the kid that I was to be lifting maybe weighed 70 to 90 pounds which would have been far more then I could comfortably lift earlier in college. I put my head between this kids legs and tried to stand up but found that my legs simply were not strong enough to lift our combined weight – so I gave up. An aside: the kid I tried to lift was maybe at most 5 or 6 inches taller than his classmates and from the way he dressed in the cold oceanic climate, completely concealed any physical dimensions that he had... all I can say is that he was heavy.
I apologized to the kid that I was trying to lift; and had to ask him to let me go…his legs were semi-wrapped around my head in preparation of being lifted and I was in an awkward, bent over position. The only thing that I noticed up that point about the boy was that it seemed that he was made out of cement as his legs seemed to be made of cast iron when I was trying to lift him.
He gently asked politely, “Could I lift you?”
Stunned, I said, “Yes”; but I was curious how he was going to lift me. Many kids seeing how skinny I was as an adult have lifted me before, usually by simply putting their arms around my waist and then lifting me up briefly. But this kid had a different idea in mind. Initially he asked me to spread my legs apart, I was shocked and thought to myself is he really going to try to carry ME on his shoulders? He walked around me once to give me a once over and then said, “I think that’s too easy, put your legs together, I am going to lift you a different way, I’m going to show you all how strong I am!”
He told me to keep my legs together and be prepared for a surprise. Grabbing me by the mid thighs from behind with his surprisingly large hands, he first curled me off the ground, then pressed me over his head without so much as a grunt and then commanded me to spread my legs apart so that he could sit me on his shoulders. I was so started by his display of strength that I didn’t hear his initial command, but while holding me over his head he pulled my legs apart and sat me on his shoulders. He then carried me piggyback all the way back to the school which was about 10 blocks or about one mile in distance. Amazingly, he showed no sign of fatigue and seemed to manage my weight, light but tall as I was, without any difficulty. As we approached the school yard he commanded that I squeeze my legs tightly around his neck as hard as I can. I said questioning him, “will that hurt you?” He said with certainty, “You can’t hurt me.”
So I with all my strength tried to press my legs together, but he grabbed me by the mid-thigh again and easily pulled my legs apart and before putting me down pumped me up several times. He then gently placed back down on the ground.
Both myself and the college student with me (who had been carrying this kid the whole semester) were absolutely amazed at this kids great strength and I exclaimed, “How can a kid in the fourth grade have such strong muscles?” The kid replied as his dad was approaching, “Well, I am actually not a fourth grader in age. You see I was held back a couple of times and I am 12 years of age.” At that point he rolled up the sleeve of his shirt and flexed a most defined and peaked bicep that was about the size of a large cantaloupe.
Yet another true story that happened when I was a college freshman.
The Man Boy & The Wimpman
This was my experience many years ago during a family reunion. I was about 21 years old and was sitting at the kitchen table when a conversation arose concerning how unusually strong a 8 year old cousin of mine was. The kid was supposed to have lifted weights since even before he could walk (by strapping small weights to his legs and wrists; at 6 months old). Later as he grew into a very large body for his age, his dad had him competing against older boys in both boxing and wrestling. His dad boasted that his son already was the heaviest and strongest kid in his charter school (which went up through the 8th grade! His dad and others at the table then shared an amazing story about how he knocked out his 250 pound dad by accident when they were exchanging fake punches during a commercial break, a few months earlier while watching professional wrestling on television. They said the kid had thrown a punch at his dad's face which accidently fully connected with such force that not only it had broken his nose, briefly knocking him out... but the force of the impact also had pushed the small bones and cartridge behind his nose blocking his tear ducts (requiring emergency surgery the next day to repair as his eyes could no longer water).
After hearing the above story, I made the HUGE mistake of saying, "that sounds unbelievable", in the presence of his proud dad who was telling the story. So he called his 8 year old son from the next room and had him compare his arm muscle to that of mine. I have to mention at that particular point in college, I only weighed about 113 pounds and stood about 5 foot 9 inches tall. I also was a completely un-muscular man with a 28 inch chest, 7 1/2 inch biceps, 4 3/4 inch wrists... well you get the idea! In any case I knew I was in trouble the moment the musclekid walked through the door from the next room wearing a pair of blue overalls and a long sleeved tee shirt. Although he was fully dressed -- this kid was so muscular that his huge thigh and butt muscles bulged through his pant legs and that his biceps lifted up extraordinarily the upper portion of his sleeves without even having to expose them. After an initial display of the boys’ muscularity by having him flex through his clothes - his dad had him pull off his shirt, then he had him remove his overalls; and had him wearing only a pair of shorts stand back to back to me ( he was only 5 ½ inches shorter than me at the time, at 5 foot 3 ½ inches tall! He also had both of us (similarly dressed) get on the kitchen scale to see who weighed the most. The 8 year old weighed even more than he looked at a lean but very muscular 153 pounds, while I weighed as I said only a skinny, yet flabby 113. Thoroughly embarrassing me with his kids superior muscularity (his biceps and thighs bulged nearly triple my size) he than insisted that we wrestle in the backyard, or if I preferred to box him with a pair of boxing gloves on! Frightened at the prospect of having the shit beaten out of me by this huge-muscular kid in the back yard...in front of about 20 cousins and neighborhood kids, I tried the delaying tactic of challenging him to an arm wrestle instead... hoping to be saved by the dinner bell which was to have supposed to ring in a few minutes.
The arm wrestling match was a complete joke with the kid so strong he could hold his arm virtually completely still while I was trying to struggle against him. I discovered during the match that his forearms were more than twice mine in size, that his hands were not only more muscular but that his fingers were even longer than mine by about 50 percent. Of course he beat me easily first with one arm against one, then with both of mine against either one of his. He taunted me saying that he had more muscle in one of his arms than that I had in my entire body! That gave me an idea for another delaying tactic, I suggested that we leg wrestle before wrestling in the backyard. If I was mismatched in arm wrestling this kid, you should have seen how enormous his thigh muscles were…even compared to my 22 inch waist. We leg wrestled in an Indian style by crossing our legs. With one mighty heave, he simply flung me over himself and while I was momentarily stunned then wrapped his big muscular legs around my chest – trapping me so that all I could see was the striated muscle of his thigh and that of his butt that was in my face.
His dad rescued me but then he insisted that we get the wrestling match over with. His 8 year old son, helping me up by grabbing me by the waist of the cut-off jeans that I was wearing – momentarily curling me off the floor with his enormously strong arms - a good 2 feet up before putting me down gently. His dad was so confident that he could beat me, that he had him get on the ground on all fours (defensive position) and said that I could have a five minute head start against his son before he would blow the whistle giving his son permission to wrestle. So for an eternity I struggle against this very strong boy trying to show the others watching that I was at least trying. I tried to bend his legs using both of my legs to no avail. I tried to bend his arm at the elbow by pulling with both arms with the same lack of success. Hearing the kids that were watching snickering at me, I even tried using both of my legs to at least bend one of his arms (completely failing as I have to mention that this kid was used to curling 100 pounds with one arm while I could only curl with both of my legs about 65 pounds or about 30 pounds with each leg). Finally, while I was exerting all my strength using my legs against one of his arms, holding on to his waist for leverage, his dad blew the whistle signaling his kid to wrestle. Suddenly he sprung up grabbing both of my legs leaving me to dangle upside down across his back with my face, facing his muscular butt. He ‘accidently’ stumbled backwards , shoving his butt into my face against a yard fence and tightened his butt muscles so as to crush my face. He than lifted me like a rag doll over his head and with his 40 pound weight advantage and with his tremendous strength, he pumped me six times over his head. He than unceremoniously tossed me into an old child’s sandbox and finished me off by pinning me down with one large hand around my neck and with the other holding both of my arms at the same time by the wrist over my head.
A post-script: I met my cousin about ten years ago by accident at a grocery store. I somehow expected that he would be 7 feet tall and 400 pounds because he had been so big and strong as a kid; but he was actually 2 inches shorter than me as he had only grown to 6 feet while I continued to grow in height until I was about 6 foot 2, after I had graduated from college. He still was tremendously muscular and in tremendous shape, however. His wife and 4 year old young son was with him and he introduced me to them as the college guy that he was able to win in wrestling as an eight year old. He had his 4 year old son flex an already impressive bicep at me. His son was the splitting image of him when he was younger.
After hearing the above story, I made the HUGE mistake of saying, "that sounds unbelievable", in the presence of his proud dad who was telling the story. So he called his 8 year old son from the next room and had him compare his arm muscle to that of mine. I have to mention at that particular point in college, I only weighed about 113 pounds and stood about 5 foot 9 inches tall. I also was a completely un-muscular man with a 28 inch chest, 7 1/2 inch biceps, 4 3/4 inch wrists... well you get the idea! In any case I knew I was in trouble the moment the musclekid walked through the door from the next room wearing a pair of blue overalls and a long sleeved tee shirt. Although he was fully dressed -- this kid was so muscular that his huge thigh and butt muscles bulged through his pant legs and that his biceps lifted up extraordinarily the upper portion of his sleeves without even having to expose them. After an initial display of the boys’ muscularity by having him flex through his clothes - his dad had him pull off his shirt, then he had him remove his overalls; and had him wearing only a pair of shorts stand back to back to me ( he was only 5 ½ inches shorter than me at the time, at 5 foot 3 ½ inches tall! He also had both of us (similarly dressed) get on the kitchen scale to see who weighed the most. The 8 year old weighed even more than he looked at a lean but very muscular 153 pounds, while I weighed as I said only a skinny, yet flabby 113. Thoroughly embarrassing me with his kids superior muscularity (his biceps and thighs bulged nearly triple my size) he than insisted that we wrestle in the backyard, or if I preferred to box him with a pair of boxing gloves on! Frightened at the prospect of having the shit beaten out of me by this huge-muscular kid in the back yard...in front of about 20 cousins and neighborhood kids, I tried the delaying tactic of challenging him to an arm wrestle instead... hoping to be saved by the dinner bell which was to have supposed to ring in a few minutes.
The arm wrestling match was a complete joke with the kid so strong he could hold his arm virtually completely still while I was trying to struggle against him. I discovered during the match that his forearms were more than twice mine in size, that his hands were not only more muscular but that his fingers were even longer than mine by about 50 percent. Of course he beat me easily first with one arm against one, then with both of mine against either one of his. He taunted me saying that he had more muscle in one of his arms than that I had in my entire body! That gave me an idea for another delaying tactic, I suggested that we leg wrestle before wrestling in the backyard. If I was mismatched in arm wrestling this kid, you should have seen how enormous his thigh muscles were…even compared to my 22 inch waist. We leg wrestled in an Indian style by crossing our legs. With one mighty heave, he simply flung me over himself and while I was momentarily stunned then wrapped his big muscular legs around my chest – trapping me so that all I could see was the striated muscle of his thigh and that of his butt that was in my face.
His dad rescued me but then he insisted that we get the wrestling match over with. His 8 year old son, helping me up by grabbing me by the waist of the cut-off jeans that I was wearing – momentarily curling me off the floor with his enormously strong arms - a good 2 feet up before putting me down gently. His dad was so confident that he could beat me, that he had him get on the ground on all fours (defensive position) and said that I could have a five minute head start against his son before he would blow the whistle giving his son permission to wrestle. So for an eternity I struggle against this very strong boy trying to show the others watching that I was at least trying. I tried to bend his legs using both of my legs to no avail. I tried to bend his arm at the elbow by pulling with both arms with the same lack of success. Hearing the kids that were watching snickering at me, I even tried using both of my legs to at least bend one of his arms (completely failing as I have to mention that this kid was used to curling 100 pounds with one arm while I could only curl with both of my legs about 65 pounds or about 30 pounds with each leg). Finally, while I was exerting all my strength using my legs against one of his arms, holding on to his waist for leverage, his dad blew the whistle signaling his kid to wrestle. Suddenly he sprung up grabbing both of my legs leaving me to dangle upside down across his back with my face, facing his muscular butt. He ‘accidently’ stumbled backwards , shoving his butt into my face against a yard fence and tightened his butt muscles so as to crush my face. He than lifted me like a rag doll over his head and with his 40 pound weight advantage and with his tremendous strength, he pumped me six times over his head. He than unceremoniously tossed me into an old child’s sandbox and finished me off by pinning me down with one large hand around my neck and with the other holding both of my arms at the same time by the wrist over my head.
A post-script: I met my cousin about ten years ago by accident at a grocery store. I somehow expected that he would be 7 feet tall and 400 pounds because he had been so big and strong as a kid; but he was actually 2 inches shorter than me as he had only grown to 6 feet while I continued to grow in height until I was about 6 foot 2, after I had graduated from college. He still was tremendously muscular and in tremendous shape, however. His wife and 4 year old young son was with him and he introduced me to them as the college guy that he was able to win in wrestling as an eight year old. He had his 4 year old son flex an already impressive bicep at me. His son was the splitting image of him when he was younger.
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