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.”
Saturday, 15 October 2011
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.
Luckiest Boy in the World
Here is a brand new story by friend of the page, Lead Guitarist, its titled the Luckiest Boy in the World. Now, there is a little bit of sexual content to this story, the boys in it are 12 and 10 years old, and they do talk about and act sexually, so be prepared for that. This story may not be your cup of tea, if it isn't don't complain, it does contain more muscle and power than sex, so it definitely qualifies to be posted at this site. I hope those of you inclined do enjoy it. If you do, don't hesitate to post your comments. Here it is:
I’m the luckiest boy in the world.
My name is Chris Bannister. I’m twelve years old and I’m Swedish on my mom’s side and Canadian on my dad’s side. Mostly white, but somewhere in the mix there’s some Polynesian blood too. I live in Victoria, British Columbia, and I’m world famous.
You see, I’ve known I was gay for as long as I could remember. Some of my earliest memories are of getting erections watching my dad’s bodybuilding DVDs. My dad’s a bodybuilder and has competed in national level contests and has done well. My mom’s a bodybuilder too, and she’s won the Ms. Canada contest! But I was boning up to dad’s contest videos since I was three years old, I bet. And I was REALLY turned on by musclemen. Bodybuilders in skimpy little posing suits, shaved smooth and coated in oil – delicious! I wanted to be one, so I begged my parents when I was three or four to let me work out with them, and they did. And I’m still doing it.
I’m beautiful. I’ve known from earliest childhood that I was better looking than other kids. My hair is long, full, and straight, black with natural streaks of almost pure white – nobody has hair like mine! My skin is perfect – white, but tans very deeply and very easily, and I never burn. My eyes are huge and deep brown with little golden sparkles in the irises. My nose is small and upturned, very cute-little-boy-like, and my lips are full. My teeth are perfectly straight and blinding white – maybe the best teeth ever! My face just looks wonderful – I’m like a boy-elf, a higher being. Everyone else, boy or girl, is ugly next to me.
I’m not bragging. I’m just telling the truth. Even before I got my amazing physique, I was turning heads everywhere my parents took me. People fawned over me. But as I got older, I got even better looking, if that’s possible. And my body? Let’s just say I have the best bodybuilding genetics ever! I was packing muscle on by the time I was five, and it just came faster and faster. I had thirteen-inch biceps by the time I was six. Then I started getting really freaky! By the time I was ten, I had twenty-inch biceps and you wouldn’t believe my strength! I was stronger than my dad when I was ten. He’s the strongest bodybuilder in the province, and has twenty-four inch biceps, but I was outcurling him, outbenching him, outdeadlifting him, and beating him at every exercise by my tenth birthday. My chest was so strong, my pecs so thick, that I could trap my dad’s hand between them and he couldn’t pull it out, just because I was flexing!
And guess what? I’m a late bloomer! It’s two weeks after my twelfth birthday, and I still don’t have a single pubic hair, my voice hasn’t broken, I’m only five feet tall, and my dad didn’t start puberty until he was fifteen, so it’s not likely I will either. But my biceps now measure twenty-six inches! My chest measures fifty-six inches – yeah, my chest is almost as big around as I am tall, and my waist is still only twenty-five inches! My biceps are bigger than my waist! Nobody in history has ever been built like me!
So why am I the luckiest boy alive? I’m gay, I love beautiful boys, and I love hugely-muscled bodybuilders with incredible strength. That’s me in a nutshell! I am my own greatest wet dream! I can give myself an orgasm just by glancing in the mirror. If I strip to my tiny posing suit, and do my posing routine in the mirror, my cock is steel-stiff in my suit and I can’t help coming and coming! I still don’t produce semen yet, so my suit stays dry, but my balls and cock have been getting bigger over the past few months and I can feel that I’m getting ready to! And it feels GREAT! And you should see how my posing suit looks when I’ve got an erection – which is almost all the time! My suits are custom-made from the stretchiest, clingiest, sexiest fabrics available and when I wear one, it vacuums itself to my cock and balls and strokes me as I pose and flex, and it looks and feels like the HOTTEST thing EVER!! I mean, it’s truly obscene-looking, pure kiddie porn, or kiddie muscle porn.
But they still take pics and videos of me posing in my suits. And they publish them! You can buy videos of me online at my website, and I’m in bodybuilding magazines every month! Some right-wing nuts think I should be shut down for selling these kiddie-porn videos (even though there’s no sexual activity in them – except me having orgasms while I flex, and even though I’m legally clothed), but I think most of these right-wing nuts are jerking off to any pics and vids of me they can get! I bet they are. I really do! I mean, I sure do!
We also sell vids of me doing feats of strength. You should have seen this one, this one I’m about to describe. We live on a hundred-acre lot and our driveway goes up a steep hill for about a hundred meters or so. Well, this one time last year, my dad and I went to the bodybuilding wholesaler warehouse to load up on more weights for our gym, and we stacked a whole new ton of weight in the back of our pickup truck. When we drove back home, I told dad to stop at the bottom of the driveway because I wanted to try something. I handed him the video camera and said “Watch!” I stripped my clothes off down to my skimpiest, tiniest, clingiest little posing suit and put my shoes back on. Then I got behind the truck and LIFTED THE WHOLE BACK END OF THE TRUCK OFF THE GROUND!! And then, as my dad videoed me, I started pushing the truck up the steep driveway!! You should see the video! My biceps got so pumped that I thought they were going to BURST! You should see my amazing, bulging glutes – my dad spent a lot of the video time on my ass, and that’s fine by me! My glutes bulged so much that my suit kinda disappeared between those humps of perfect strong muscle, and it looked like I was wearing a thong! My quads bulged enormously, my back rippled with the thickest muscles you’ve ever imagined – WOW did I ever look STRONG! And I was strong! I pushed the truck all the way up the driveway, holding the rear wheels at least six inches off the driveway the whole way! And when I got to the top, I was sweating and breathing hard and I was PUMPED!! I flexed up huger muscles than ever – like, I had biceps on top of my biceps all packed together and stuffed with MUSCLE! - and came and came, my cock as hard as steel in my suit and it’s just SO OBVIOUS that it’s jerking itself and my expression was so blissful and my muscles so gigantic and pumped and STRONG – I’m coming now as I write about it! WOW! It was SO COOL! I gotta go watch that video again right now so I can come some more – I’ll be right back!
Okay, I’m back now. I watched the video twice and came three times and posed for myself in the mirror and came twice more and I’m back and I’m STILL rock-hard! My cock is SO turned on by ME! I’m wearing the same posing suit now that I was wearing in that video, only that was last year and I’ve grown a bit since then, especially in the cock and balls department! And the suit has become worn with age and use, so now, not only does it only just barely contain my junk, it’s just about see-through! It looks even sexier than it did in the video – my cock stretches it out so far and points it up above the waistband and it turns me on so much! It makes me feel soooo strong and SOOOO SEXY!
So that pushing-the-truck-up-the-driveway video was mostly about my back and legs. And biceps, of course! Now I have to tell you about one I did that showcased my upper body from the front. This one I did just a week ago, and I’m even stronger now than I was when I did the truck video! I’m so strong even I can’t believe it! It was time to bend some steel! So we set up the camera and my dad gave me some steel bars, like they used to use in the World’s Strongest Man contests – you know, easy stuff like half-inch diameters and stuff like that. I used to watch those old contests and I thought guys like Lou Ferrigno and Bill Kazmaier were wusses because they couldn’t seem to bend these thin little steel bars. Why weren’t they bending barbells and prison bars and stuff like that? Why weren’t they pouring on the REAL power? Answer: they were big and WEAK! I’m little and STRONG!! Way stronger than they ever were!! And that turns me ON!!
I had a couple of little small towels to wrap around the bars to cushion my hands. Let’s face it: when you’re as strong as I am, you have to protect your hands! I started with a thin bar, like a half-inch bar, and twisted it into a pretzel in just a few seconds. It wasn’t hard. It almost felt like it was made of stiff rubber or something – certainly not something that should stop a STRONG man (or BOY!) from bending it. So then I took a three-quarter-inch bar and tried to bend it. It was a LOT harder, and I actually got a pump from doing that one. It was slower, and got me sweating a little and made me feel my heart beat. My dad, who was working the camera, thought I should stop there and just pose a bit, because my chest was PUMPED and so were my arms! But I told him that I felt stronger still, and that I was just getting warmed up, and that I wanted to REALLY show off, and prove I was stronger than even my dad could believe!
So, while my dad was still videoing me, I went to the box of posing suits I keep in the gym and found my skimpiest, tiniest suit. With my back turned, I stripped off the suit I’d been wearing, giving the camera a nice view of my naked, muscled little butt, and pulled the tiny suit on, tugging it up nice and snug, settling it between my glutes, string sides nice and high on my hips, making sure the pouch really cradled my junk nicely. I picked up the bottle of oil and began to really oil up. Dad said, “Come on, Chris! You can’t handle the steel with oily hands!”
“You’d better oil me, then, Dad!”
So the video jiggled a bit while Dad set the camera on the tripod, and then he stepped into the shot and helped oil me. He’d been working out too, and was wearing his posing suit, and he looked pumped and contest-ready just like I did! So we got some great video of two supermuscled, almost-naked guys, father and amazing young son, oiling each other and boning up SERIOUSLY, both of us, in our tiny suits! It’s really hot to watch! I know some people might think it’s weird for a dad to get an erection while oiling his little boy’s muscles, but really it isn’t, when the little boy is ME and the muscles are MINE and are huge and ripped and veiny and just so strong it blows your mind! I stood with my right side toward the camera as my dad oiled my back, and just ‘cause I felt like it I arched my back, tightened my glutes hard, pinching my suit between them so I was almost in a thong as dad oiled those bulging young muscles and held my arms out wide, flexing my chest so my pecs BULGED, showing off my deep armpits and my super-tiny ripped belly. And my cock swelled up and stretched my tiny posing suit WAY away from my flat abs, the suit hugging so close and tight every vein and ripple of my cock and balls were not just visible, but HIGHLIGHTED by my tiny, sky-blue suit! I knew I looked so HOT my cock started jerking as my dad oiled my butt and I was coming, and almost gasping breath, feeling all my muscle and my cock and my maleness and feeling so GOOD and so PROUD of my strength and my beauty and I knew how this would look on the video and I knew it would look BEAUTIFUL and soooo SEXY but I’m ME and that’s just the way I am!
Dad finished oiling me and I gave a quick flex to the camera. Then I went to the barbell Dad was using for his deadlifts. He’d been doing reps with 600 pounds! That’s not much to me, though. Dad turned the camera to me and I lifted that barbell up easily. You should see my ripped quads on that video as I stood with that bar! Huge, bulging, tanned, oiled – my legs look fantastic! Then I did something my dad could never dream of doing. I began curling that bar! Six hundred pounds! Being raised by the amazing, huge biceps of a beautiful twelve-year-old boy! And it was kind of easy. I wasn’t really working the guns yet. I stopped the bar halfway up, checking the fantastic size and shape of my biceps in the gym mirror, and then I smiled into the camera and started really, really straining my strength to the limit. I was trying to bend the bar into a U-shape, with three hundred pounds on each end of the U! My dad’s voice is on the video, telling me to stop trying, that there was no way I could do this, that not even I was strong enough to do it, and that he didn’t want me to hurt myself trying. That just made me mad! I hate being told I’m not strong enough! Especially by my dad! Looking back now, I think he knew that, and he was doing it to just urge me on, but whatever. He made me MAD and I felt even stronger! You should have seen my muscles! Holy cow, was I ever PUMPED! Bigger than I’d ever been – biceps with veins like tree roots, and shaped so fantastically that they looked like pure strength! I was gasping breath, my skin turning red from my sheer effort, and the BARBELL STARTED TO BEND! Wow! I’d never done that before, even without the weight, and I was dumbfounded by my own sheer STRENGTH! I could hear my dad groan as he saw, and heard, the bar bending and creaking, and saw how enormous and powerful my muscles were. He was speechless, but he was cumming in his posing suit! And so was I! My cock was stiffer than it had ever been and it was jerking and for the first time I was actually getting a little wet cum! A wet stain appeared on the front of my tiny suit and I was so proud that, with a huge effort, I lifted the whole barbell, six hundred pounds, over my head and kept bending it! I had to keep readjusting my balance because the six hundred pounds is way more than I weigh and holding it that high was causing me to almost topple over! But my arms were bulging, my shoulders were bulging, my pecs were huge and bulging, my back muscles were crazy bulging, my posing suit was wet and bulging and jerking and getting wetter and starting to drip my first boycum and I felt sexier than anybody in the history of the universe! And that made me feel so STRONG that I couldn’t be stopped! I BENT that bar until the weights were jammed together and then I threw it to the floor, feeling like a conquering warrior. My dad was trying to talk to me – on the video, he’s telling me how amazed he is and how proud he is, but I wasn’t listening. I was stomping around the gym floor like a bull, breathing hard, feeling so strong I almost couldn’t stand it, feeling stronger by the second! I was totally into myself, my muscles, my huge, MIGHTY muscles, my ever-increasing STRENGTH!! I felt like I was being possessed by gods of strength, like there was nothing I couldn’t do! I started heading for the gym wall – I don’t know what I was thinking, but I think I was going to try to burst through the concrete block wall, because I didn’t thing there was anything that could stop me! You can’t imaging feeling this STRONG!! My dad left the camera on the tripod and came to stop me, giving me a big hug from behind and gently calming me down. I could feel his big cock rock hard through his tiny posing suit pressing against my even-harder boy glutes, and it felt good. Ooh, did it ever feel good! I just finally relaxed, and fell back into my dad’s arms, blissful, and he carried me out of the video shot.
You can’t see it on the video because I was out of the shot, but as my dad was carrying me, my cock kept jerking in my suit and I kept pumping cum! My tiny suit was soaked and dripping and my first cum was running out of it and down my inner thighs and it felt kinda gooey and thick and I reached down into my suit with my hand and squeezed my cock to milk out the last drops. It felt slick and had slicked up my suit so it was shiny and slippery and if I wanted to make babies, I was READY! But I’m not into girls.
My dad was laughing and he was so proud of me and he took me into the shower and we showered off together. I posed for him, showing off my wet naked body, my gigantic, super-strong muscles, and he jerked off and came a gallon! And then he said: “Chris, I love you so much I can’t get enough of you! If your mom was back from her tour, I’d make love to her again so that I could have another of you! Can’t get enough of incredibly beautiful, stupendously strong muscleboys!”
That made me laugh! But to tell you the truth, I wanted a brother, too, one as beautiful and strong as me! We’d have some serious FUN!
But you know what? Just that afternoon I checked the mail, and I received a package. It was from Brazil, and was in a plain brown wrapper. I opened it, and in it there was a DVD, so I went to my room to watch it. And now I KNOW I’m the luckiest boy in the world! You should have seen this video! I can’t sell it on my site because I don’t have permission – yet – but I’m going to tell you about it right now and you’ll agree with me!
Remember, I said that I’m a boylover. I love gorgeous boys like me, but there aren’t any like me – or so I thought. And I love boys with incredible muscles like mine, but there aren’t any with muscles like mine – or so I thought. Then this video arrived.
The video started with a shot of a home gym that was really well equipped. Mirrors on all the walls. Lots of weights, and a lot of really heavy ones. A top of the line bench, squat rack, and so on, and a lot of good, rugged basic equipment like chinning bars and dip stations. It looked like a full basement worth of muscle-building gear. It looked almost as good as our home gym! And into the shot walked a kid. He was dressed all in blue sweats, with a hood, covered from head to toe. He entered from behind the camera, as though he had just set it up himself, so I first saw him from the back. Not much to see because the sweats were way too big for him – may have been his dad’s! He stood for a moment with his back to me and dropped the hood. Long, straight blond hair spilled out over his shoulders, shining, full, golden. I was fascinated! Then he turned around, gracefully, like a dancer or a martial artist, every movement as smooth as glass. And I got a look at his face.
And my jaw dropped! He was the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen! Maybe even more so than me! His eyes were huge and sky-blue and somehow sunny, his skin tan copper-brown and a smile so wide and dazzling I almost had to shield my eyes! Then he spoke, his voice high but strong and with an accent that I later learned was Portuguese. “Hi, Chris! My name is Benito Guerra and I’m ten years old, and I live in Sao Paulo in Brazil. I have tons of pics of you and videos and everything and I am a HUGE FAN! I love you! You are the best-looking boy I’ve ever seen and you are so MUSCULAR that when you pose in your little suits I can’t keep my hands off my cock!” Then he chuckled. “I guess I shouldn’t have said that, right? You don’t even know me. But guess what? I think I’m getting to be like you! Check me out!”
With that he whipped off his sweatshirt and my jaw dropped further! I couldn’t believe how huge, and how beautiful, his muscles were! Even I didn’t have that kind of sheer muscle mass when I was ten! His deep tan made his tight little waist look even more ripped with boymuscle, and his V-taper made my eyes bug out of my head! What lats! What incredible PECS! Wow! This boy was AMAZING!! He wasn’t even flexing yet, and I was steel-hard in my posing suit! He bent over and quickly stripped off his sweatpants and stood there, smiling at me, in a posing suit that he must have bought from my website, because it was designed just like my skimpiest stuff. And boy oh boy did his tackle ever FILL IT! He was stiff and bulging and standing there proud of his stuff, and his legs, huge and cut to shreds and veined like mine and looking strong as anything blew my mind! “Like me?” he said, and giggled. His little laugh was so charming and sexy I almost came right then! And he started going through a little improvised posing routine. Biceps like grapefruits burst from his arms! I mean, you should have seen …
I’m going to make a long story short here. He lifted some weights and WOW was he ever strong! Strong as a bull! And then he gave me his cell phone number and Messenger ID and we chatted online and talked on the phone a LOT! And then guess what? I used some of my website money to get him a plane ticket to come and visit me and HE’S HERE NOW!!! He’s looking over my shoulder as I type this! Now he’s laughing. Shut up, Benny! I’m trying to tell a story here! He’s wrapped his arms around my neck and lksjlga iholksdgol skdlksa sorry that was HIM! He mucked around with the keyboard! He wants to say something so I’m going to let him type.
Hi, everyone, this is Benito. Chris calls me Benny and that’s ok, so can you. Is my English ok? I hope you can understand. I’m from Brazil and we speak Portuguese there. Weird – we speak Portuguese but we’re not in Portugal and you speak English and you’re not in England. Funny! Any way, I want to talk about Chris! He’s great! I love him! I only got here yesterday and you know what we’ve been doing? I can’t tell you! Wait – we’ve been posing for each other and working out together and wrestling and testing our strength (do I say “strengths” because there are two of us?) and we’re, like, right together! I mean, he’s a bit stronger than I am but he’s older and a few centimeters taller than me too. We do all this boned up HARD in our trunks! And we have the tiniest little trunks you’ve ever seen! And we’re going to make a new video for you together with both of us! And we’ll show off! Wait, Chris is telling to tell you what we’ve been doing even though I said I can’t. OK, here goes! (Here goes, or here it goes? English is hard!) We put on our tiniest trunks and sleep together! In the same bed! And sometimes (all the time really) we take off our trunks under the sheets and sleep together naked! Completely naked! And guess what? We don’t sleep a lot of the time we’re in bed! You know what I mean! I think!
Now Chris is telling me to tell you more. So if it’s ok with him, I guess it’s ok with me! We get so HARD under the sheets feeling each other’s muscles and rubbing our bodies against each other and stuff … and our cocks jerk and Chris says the word is “orgasm” and he had to tell me how to spell it. And when he does it, he shoots cum! Lots of it! And it gets all over me and him and the sheets and when the next morning comes along we have to wash the sheets and it’s ok because Mr. Bannister says it’s fine and he’s happy that we’re happy. And we’re happy!
Now I have to talk about something serious. Can I do that? Chris says ok and he kisses me! On the cheek! (My FACE cheek! Don’t get dirty thoughts!) I was living with my dad and mom in Sao Paolo but it wasn’t very nice. My dad was a bodybuilder and he saw that I had good jeans (Chris says it’s “genes” – I don’t know that word, but I believe him) and he let me work out with him and I got like this. But my mom didn’t like that I was doing it. She thought it was bad for boys like me to have too big muscles. And she decided she didn’t like dad and she liked this other guy who wasn’t a bodybuilder. And then my dad died in a car accident. I miss him so much – so much. Chris just kissed me again. Thanks, Chris. My mom wanted to go off with this other man and she didn’t want to take me. And I sent my video to Chris. And Chris likes me! Wait, he wants me to say he loves me! And his dad likes me too.
Mr. Bannister had his lawyer write to my mom. And my mom had her lawyer write back. And Mr. Bannister went to court with the letter my mom wrote. And the judge said ok. I wasn’t sure what it meant, but Mr. Bannister and Chris sat me down and said that Mr. Bannister was adopting me and I could live with him and Chris forever! Forever!!! This is the best thing that has ever happened to me!! I’m the luckiest boy in the world!!
Hi, Chris here again. Benny’s in my lap as I’m typing this. I’m still in my smallest posing suit and he’s, well, he’s totally naked. This is fun, isn’t it? I’m resting my chin on his shoulder so I can see what I’m typing.
I loved Benny the first time I saw him and he’s such a great kid and my dad loves him too! So we made him part of our family and now he’s my brother! I don’t have to wait for dad to make love to mom or anything else – I got the best brother in the world!! The most beautiful, the most muscular, the strongest kid brother EVER!! And we’re so much in love we can’t stop being together! I love Benny and he loves me more than ANYTHING!! Benny’s going to join my world-famous musclekid business and we’ll make money being who we are and doing what we do anyway. Isn’t this great? Isn’t this the GREATEST THING EVER???? Don’t you all envy me??
Didn’t I tell you I was the luckiest boy in the world?
I’m the luckiest boy in the world.
My name is Chris Bannister. I’m twelve years old and I’m Swedish on my mom’s side and Canadian on my dad’s side. Mostly white, but somewhere in the mix there’s some Polynesian blood too. I live in Victoria, British Columbia, and I’m world famous.
You see, I’ve known I was gay for as long as I could remember. Some of my earliest memories are of getting erections watching my dad’s bodybuilding DVDs. My dad’s a bodybuilder and has competed in national level contests and has done well. My mom’s a bodybuilder too, and she’s won the Ms. Canada contest! But I was boning up to dad’s contest videos since I was three years old, I bet. And I was REALLY turned on by musclemen. Bodybuilders in skimpy little posing suits, shaved smooth and coated in oil – delicious! I wanted to be one, so I begged my parents when I was three or four to let me work out with them, and they did. And I’m still doing it.
I’m beautiful. I’ve known from earliest childhood that I was better looking than other kids. My hair is long, full, and straight, black with natural streaks of almost pure white – nobody has hair like mine! My skin is perfect – white, but tans very deeply and very easily, and I never burn. My eyes are huge and deep brown with little golden sparkles in the irises. My nose is small and upturned, very cute-little-boy-like, and my lips are full. My teeth are perfectly straight and blinding white – maybe the best teeth ever! My face just looks wonderful – I’m like a boy-elf, a higher being. Everyone else, boy or girl, is ugly next to me.
I’m not bragging. I’m just telling the truth. Even before I got my amazing physique, I was turning heads everywhere my parents took me. People fawned over me. But as I got older, I got even better looking, if that’s possible. And my body? Let’s just say I have the best bodybuilding genetics ever! I was packing muscle on by the time I was five, and it just came faster and faster. I had thirteen-inch biceps by the time I was six. Then I started getting really freaky! By the time I was ten, I had twenty-inch biceps and you wouldn’t believe my strength! I was stronger than my dad when I was ten. He’s the strongest bodybuilder in the province, and has twenty-four inch biceps, but I was outcurling him, outbenching him, outdeadlifting him, and beating him at every exercise by my tenth birthday. My chest was so strong, my pecs so thick, that I could trap my dad’s hand between them and he couldn’t pull it out, just because I was flexing!
And guess what? I’m a late bloomer! It’s two weeks after my twelfth birthday, and I still don’t have a single pubic hair, my voice hasn’t broken, I’m only five feet tall, and my dad didn’t start puberty until he was fifteen, so it’s not likely I will either. But my biceps now measure twenty-six inches! My chest measures fifty-six inches – yeah, my chest is almost as big around as I am tall, and my waist is still only twenty-five inches! My biceps are bigger than my waist! Nobody in history has ever been built like me!
So why am I the luckiest boy alive? I’m gay, I love beautiful boys, and I love hugely-muscled bodybuilders with incredible strength. That’s me in a nutshell! I am my own greatest wet dream! I can give myself an orgasm just by glancing in the mirror. If I strip to my tiny posing suit, and do my posing routine in the mirror, my cock is steel-stiff in my suit and I can’t help coming and coming! I still don’t produce semen yet, so my suit stays dry, but my balls and cock have been getting bigger over the past few months and I can feel that I’m getting ready to! And it feels GREAT! And you should see how my posing suit looks when I’ve got an erection – which is almost all the time! My suits are custom-made from the stretchiest, clingiest, sexiest fabrics available and when I wear one, it vacuums itself to my cock and balls and strokes me as I pose and flex, and it looks and feels like the HOTTEST thing EVER!! I mean, it’s truly obscene-looking, pure kiddie porn, or kiddie muscle porn.
But they still take pics and videos of me posing in my suits. And they publish them! You can buy videos of me online at my website, and I’m in bodybuilding magazines every month! Some right-wing nuts think I should be shut down for selling these kiddie-porn videos (even though there’s no sexual activity in them – except me having orgasms while I flex, and even though I’m legally clothed), but I think most of these right-wing nuts are jerking off to any pics and vids of me they can get! I bet they are. I really do! I mean, I sure do!
We also sell vids of me doing feats of strength. You should have seen this one, this one I’m about to describe. We live on a hundred-acre lot and our driveway goes up a steep hill for about a hundred meters or so. Well, this one time last year, my dad and I went to the bodybuilding wholesaler warehouse to load up on more weights for our gym, and we stacked a whole new ton of weight in the back of our pickup truck. When we drove back home, I told dad to stop at the bottom of the driveway because I wanted to try something. I handed him the video camera and said “Watch!” I stripped my clothes off down to my skimpiest, tiniest, clingiest little posing suit and put my shoes back on. Then I got behind the truck and LIFTED THE WHOLE BACK END OF THE TRUCK OFF THE GROUND!! And then, as my dad videoed me, I started pushing the truck up the steep driveway!! You should see the video! My biceps got so pumped that I thought they were going to BURST! You should see my amazing, bulging glutes – my dad spent a lot of the video time on my ass, and that’s fine by me! My glutes bulged so much that my suit kinda disappeared between those humps of perfect strong muscle, and it looked like I was wearing a thong! My quads bulged enormously, my back rippled with the thickest muscles you’ve ever imagined – WOW did I ever look STRONG! And I was strong! I pushed the truck all the way up the driveway, holding the rear wheels at least six inches off the driveway the whole way! And when I got to the top, I was sweating and breathing hard and I was PUMPED!! I flexed up huger muscles than ever – like, I had biceps on top of my biceps all packed together and stuffed with MUSCLE! - and came and came, my cock as hard as steel in my suit and it’s just SO OBVIOUS that it’s jerking itself and my expression was so blissful and my muscles so gigantic and pumped and STRONG – I’m coming now as I write about it! WOW! It was SO COOL! I gotta go watch that video again right now so I can come some more – I’ll be right back!
Okay, I’m back now. I watched the video twice and came three times and posed for myself in the mirror and came twice more and I’m back and I’m STILL rock-hard! My cock is SO turned on by ME! I’m wearing the same posing suit now that I was wearing in that video, only that was last year and I’ve grown a bit since then, especially in the cock and balls department! And the suit has become worn with age and use, so now, not only does it only just barely contain my junk, it’s just about see-through! It looks even sexier than it did in the video – my cock stretches it out so far and points it up above the waistband and it turns me on so much! It makes me feel soooo strong and SOOOO SEXY!
So that pushing-the-truck-up-the-driveway video was mostly about my back and legs. And biceps, of course! Now I have to tell you about one I did that showcased my upper body from the front. This one I did just a week ago, and I’m even stronger now than I was when I did the truck video! I’m so strong even I can’t believe it! It was time to bend some steel! So we set up the camera and my dad gave me some steel bars, like they used to use in the World’s Strongest Man contests – you know, easy stuff like half-inch diameters and stuff like that. I used to watch those old contests and I thought guys like Lou Ferrigno and Bill Kazmaier were wusses because they couldn’t seem to bend these thin little steel bars. Why weren’t they bending barbells and prison bars and stuff like that? Why weren’t they pouring on the REAL power? Answer: they were big and WEAK! I’m little and STRONG!! Way stronger than they ever were!! And that turns me ON!!
I had a couple of little small towels to wrap around the bars to cushion my hands. Let’s face it: when you’re as strong as I am, you have to protect your hands! I started with a thin bar, like a half-inch bar, and twisted it into a pretzel in just a few seconds. It wasn’t hard. It almost felt like it was made of stiff rubber or something – certainly not something that should stop a STRONG man (or BOY!) from bending it. So then I took a three-quarter-inch bar and tried to bend it. It was a LOT harder, and I actually got a pump from doing that one. It was slower, and got me sweating a little and made me feel my heart beat. My dad, who was working the camera, thought I should stop there and just pose a bit, because my chest was PUMPED and so were my arms! But I told him that I felt stronger still, and that I was just getting warmed up, and that I wanted to REALLY show off, and prove I was stronger than even my dad could believe!
So, while my dad was still videoing me, I went to the box of posing suits I keep in the gym and found my skimpiest, tiniest suit. With my back turned, I stripped off the suit I’d been wearing, giving the camera a nice view of my naked, muscled little butt, and pulled the tiny suit on, tugging it up nice and snug, settling it between my glutes, string sides nice and high on my hips, making sure the pouch really cradled my junk nicely. I picked up the bottle of oil and began to really oil up. Dad said, “Come on, Chris! You can’t handle the steel with oily hands!”
“You’d better oil me, then, Dad!”
So the video jiggled a bit while Dad set the camera on the tripod, and then he stepped into the shot and helped oil me. He’d been working out too, and was wearing his posing suit, and he looked pumped and contest-ready just like I did! So we got some great video of two supermuscled, almost-naked guys, father and amazing young son, oiling each other and boning up SERIOUSLY, both of us, in our tiny suits! It’s really hot to watch! I know some people might think it’s weird for a dad to get an erection while oiling his little boy’s muscles, but really it isn’t, when the little boy is ME and the muscles are MINE and are huge and ripped and veiny and just so strong it blows your mind! I stood with my right side toward the camera as my dad oiled my back, and just ‘cause I felt like it I arched my back, tightened my glutes hard, pinching my suit between them so I was almost in a thong as dad oiled those bulging young muscles and held my arms out wide, flexing my chest so my pecs BULGED, showing off my deep armpits and my super-tiny ripped belly. And my cock swelled up and stretched my tiny posing suit WAY away from my flat abs, the suit hugging so close and tight every vein and ripple of my cock and balls were not just visible, but HIGHLIGHTED by my tiny, sky-blue suit! I knew I looked so HOT my cock started jerking as my dad oiled my butt and I was coming, and almost gasping breath, feeling all my muscle and my cock and my maleness and feeling so GOOD and so PROUD of my strength and my beauty and I knew how this would look on the video and I knew it would look BEAUTIFUL and soooo SEXY but I’m ME and that’s just the way I am!
Dad finished oiling me and I gave a quick flex to the camera. Then I went to the barbell Dad was using for his deadlifts. He’d been doing reps with 600 pounds! That’s not much to me, though. Dad turned the camera to me and I lifted that barbell up easily. You should see my ripped quads on that video as I stood with that bar! Huge, bulging, tanned, oiled – my legs look fantastic! Then I did something my dad could never dream of doing. I began curling that bar! Six hundred pounds! Being raised by the amazing, huge biceps of a beautiful twelve-year-old boy! And it was kind of easy. I wasn’t really working the guns yet. I stopped the bar halfway up, checking the fantastic size and shape of my biceps in the gym mirror, and then I smiled into the camera and started really, really straining my strength to the limit. I was trying to bend the bar into a U-shape, with three hundred pounds on each end of the U! My dad’s voice is on the video, telling me to stop trying, that there was no way I could do this, that not even I was strong enough to do it, and that he didn’t want me to hurt myself trying. That just made me mad! I hate being told I’m not strong enough! Especially by my dad! Looking back now, I think he knew that, and he was doing it to just urge me on, but whatever. He made me MAD and I felt even stronger! You should have seen my muscles! Holy cow, was I ever PUMPED! Bigger than I’d ever been – biceps with veins like tree roots, and shaped so fantastically that they looked like pure strength! I was gasping breath, my skin turning red from my sheer effort, and the BARBELL STARTED TO BEND! Wow! I’d never done that before, even without the weight, and I was dumbfounded by my own sheer STRENGTH! I could hear my dad groan as he saw, and heard, the bar bending and creaking, and saw how enormous and powerful my muscles were. He was speechless, but he was cumming in his posing suit! And so was I! My cock was stiffer than it had ever been and it was jerking and for the first time I was actually getting a little wet cum! A wet stain appeared on the front of my tiny suit and I was so proud that, with a huge effort, I lifted the whole barbell, six hundred pounds, over my head and kept bending it! I had to keep readjusting my balance because the six hundred pounds is way more than I weigh and holding it that high was causing me to almost topple over! But my arms were bulging, my shoulders were bulging, my pecs were huge and bulging, my back muscles were crazy bulging, my posing suit was wet and bulging and jerking and getting wetter and starting to drip my first boycum and I felt sexier than anybody in the history of the universe! And that made me feel so STRONG that I couldn’t be stopped! I BENT that bar until the weights were jammed together and then I threw it to the floor, feeling like a conquering warrior. My dad was trying to talk to me – on the video, he’s telling me how amazed he is and how proud he is, but I wasn’t listening. I was stomping around the gym floor like a bull, breathing hard, feeling so strong I almost couldn’t stand it, feeling stronger by the second! I was totally into myself, my muscles, my huge, MIGHTY muscles, my ever-increasing STRENGTH!! I felt like I was being possessed by gods of strength, like there was nothing I couldn’t do! I started heading for the gym wall – I don’t know what I was thinking, but I think I was going to try to burst through the concrete block wall, because I didn’t thing there was anything that could stop me! You can’t imaging feeling this STRONG!! My dad left the camera on the tripod and came to stop me, giving me a big hug from behind and gently calming me down. I could feel his big cock rock hard through his tiny posing suit pressing against my even-harder boy glutes, and it felt good. Ooh, did it ever feel good! I just finally relaxed, and fell back into my dad’s arms, blissful, and he carried me out of the video shot.
You can’t see it on the video because I was out of the shot, but as my dad was carrying me, my cock kept jerking in my suit and I kept pumping cum! My tiny suit was soaked and dripping and my first cum was running out of it and down my inner thighs and it felt kinda gooey and thick and I reached down into my suit with my hand and squeezed my cock to milk out the last drops. It felt slick and had slicked up my suit so it was shiny and slippery and if I wanted to make babies, I was READY! But I’m not into girls.
My dad was laughing and he was so proud of me and he took me into the shower and we showered off together. I posed for him, showing off my wet naked body, my gigantic, super-strong muscles, and he jerked off and came a gallon! And then he said: “Chris, I love you so much I can’t get enough of you! If your mom was back from her tour, I’d make love to her again so that I could have another of you! Can’t get enough of incredibly beautiful, stupendously strong muscleboys!”
That made me laugh! But to tell you the truth, I wanted a brother, too, one as beautiful and strong as me! We’d have some serious FUN!
But you know what? Just that afternoon I checked the mail, and I received a package. It was from Brazil, and was in a plain brown wrapper. I opened it, and in it there was a DVD, so I went to my room to watch it. And now I KNOW I’m the luckiest boy in the world! You should have seen this video! I can’t sell it on my site because I don’t have permission – yet – but I’m going to tell you about it right now and you’ll agree with me!
Remember, I said that I’m a boylover. I love gorgeous boys like me, but there aren’t any like me – or so I thought. And I love boys with incredible muscles like mine, but there aren’t any with muscles like mine – or so I thought. Then this video arrived.
The video started with a shot of a home gym that was really well equipped. Mirrors on all the walls. Lots of weights, and a lot of really heavy ones. A top of the line bench, squat rack, and so on, and a lot of good, rugged basic equipment like chinning bars and dip stations. It looked like a full basement worth of muscle-building gear. It looked almost as good as our home gym! And into the shot walked a kid. He was dressed all in blue sweats, with a hood, covered from head to toe. He entered from behind the camera, as though he had just set it up himself, so I first saw him from the back. Not much to see because the sweats were way too big for him – may have been his dad’s! He stood for a moment with his back to me and dropped the hood. Long, straight blond hair spilled out over his shoulders, shining, full, golden. I was fascinated! Then he turned around, gracefully, like a dancer or a martial artist, every movement as smooth as glass. And I got a look at his face.
And my jaw dropped! He was the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen! Maybe even more so than me! His eyes were huge and sky-blue and somehow sunny, his skin tan copper-brown and a smile so wide and dazzling I almost had to shield my eyes! Then he spoke, his voice high but strong and with an accent that I later learned was Portuguese. “Hi, Chris! My name is Benito Guerra and I’m ten years old, and I live in Sao Paulo in Brazil. I have tons of pics of you and videos and everything and I am a HUGE FAN! I love you! You are the best-looking boy I’ve ever seen and you are so MUSCULAR that when you pose in your little suits I can’t keep my hands off my cock!” Then he chuckled. “I guess I shouldn’t have said that, right? You don’t even know me. But guess what? I think I’m getting to be like you! Check me out!”
With that he whipped off his sweatshirt and my jaw dropped further! I couldn’t believe how huge, and how beautiful, his muscles were! Even I didn’t have that kind of sheer muscle mass when I was ten! His deep tan made his tight little waist look even more ripped with boymuscle, and his V-taper made my eyes bug out of my head! What lats! What incredible PECS! Wow! This boy was AMAZING!! He wasn’t even flexing yet, and I was steel-hard in my posing suit! He bent over and quickly stripped off his sweatpants and stood there, smiling at me, in a posing suit that he must have bought from my website, because it was designed just like my skimpiest stuff. And boy oh boy did his tackle ever FILL IT! He was stiff and bulging and standing there proud of his stuff, and his legs, huge and cut to shreds and veined like mine and looking strong as anything blew my mind! “Like me?” he said, and giggled. His little laugh was so charming and sexy I almost came right then! And he started going through a little improvised posing routine. Biceps like grapefruits burst from his arms! I mean, you should have seen …
I’m going to make a long story short here. He lifted some weights and WOW was he ever strong! Strong as a bull! And then he gave me his cell phone number and Messenger ID and we chatted online and talked on the phone a LOT! And then guess what? I used some of my website money to get him a plane ticket to come and visit me and HE’S HERE NOW!!! He’s looking over my shoulder as I type this! Now he’s laughing. Shut up, Benny! I’m trying to tell a story here! He’s wrapped his arms around my neck and lksjlga iholksdgol skdlksa sorry that was HIM! He mucked around with the keyboard! He wants to say something so I’m going to let him type.
Hi, everyone, this is Benito. Chris calls me Benny and that’s ok, so can you. Is my English ok? I hope you can understand. I’m from Brazil and we speak Portuguese there. Weird – we speak Portuguese but we’re not in Portugal and you speak English and you’re not in England. Funny! Any way, I want to talk about Chris! He’s great! I love him! I only got here yesterday and you know what we’ve been doing? I can’t tell you! Wait – we’ve been posing for each other and working out together and wrestling and testing our strength (do I say “strengths” because there are two of us?) and we’re, like, right together! I mean, he’s a bit stronger than I am but he’s older and a few centimeters taller than me too. We do all this boned up HARD in our trunks! And we have the tiniest little trunks you’ve ever seen! And we’re going to make a new video for you together with both of us! And we’ll show off! Wait, Chris is telling to tell you what we’ve been doing even though I said I can’t. OK, here goes! (Here goes, or here it goes? English is hard!) We put on our tiniest trunks and sleep together! In the same bed! And sometimes (all the time really) we take off our trunks under the sheets and sleep together naked! Completely naked! And guess what? We don’t sleep a lot of the time we’re in bed! You know what I mean! I think!
Now Chris is telling me to tell you more. So if it’s ok with him, I guess it’s ok with me! We get so HARD under the sheets feeling each other’s muscles and rubbing our bodies against each other and stuff … and our cocks jerk and Chris says the word is “orgasm” and he had to tell me how to spell it. And when he does it, he shoots cum! Lots of it! And it gets all over me and him and the sheets and when the next morning comes along we have to wash the sheets and it’s ok because Mr. Bannister says it’s fine and he’s happy that we’re happy. And we’re happy!
Now I have to talk about something serious. Can I do that? Chris says ok and he kisses me! On the cheek! (My FACE cheek! Don’t get dirty thoughts!) I was living with my dad and mom in Sao Paolo but it wasn’t very nice. My dad was a bodybuilder and he saw that I had good jeans (Chris says it’s “genes” – I don’t know that word, but I believe him) and he let me work out with him and I got like this. But my mom didn’t like that I was doing it. She thought it was bad for boys like me to have too big muscles. And she decided she didn’t like dad and she liked this other guy who wasn’t a bodybuilder. And then my dad died in a car accident. I miss him so much – so much. Chris just kissed me again. Thanks, Chris. My mom wanted to go off with this other man and she didn’t want to take me. And I sent my video to Chris. And Chris likes me! Wait, he wants me to say he loves me! And his dad likes me too.
Mr. Bannister had his lawyer write to my mom. And my mom had her lawyer write back. And Mr. Bannister went to court with the letter my mom wrote. And the judge said ok. I wasn’t sure what it meant, but Mr. Bannister and Chris sat me down and said that Mr. Bannister was adopting me and I could live with him and Chris forever! Forever!!! This is the best thing that has ever happened to me!! I’m the luckiest boy in the world!!
Hi, Chris here again. Benny’s in my lap as I’m typing this. I’m still in my smallest posing suit and he’s, well, he’s totally naked. This is fun, isn’t it? I’m resting my chin on his shoulder so I can see what I’m typing.
I loved Benny the first time I saw him and he’s such a great kid and my dad loves him too! So we made him part of our family and now he’s my brother! I don’t have to wait for dad to make love to mom or anything else – I got the best brother in the world!! The most beautiful, the most muscular, the strongest kid brother EVER!! And we’re so much in love we can’t stop being together! I love Benny and he loves me more than ANYTHING!! Benny’s going to join my world-famous musclekid business and we’ll make money being who we are and doing what we do anyway. Isn’t this great? Isn’t this the GREATEST THING EVER???? Don’t you all envy me??
Didn’t I tell you I was the luckiest boy in the world?
Project Muscle Boy 2
brought Graham back to Doctor Martin when Graham became 2 years old, the difference in size in those 6 months was incredible for the good doctor to see. Graham had gained 4 inches in height, now at 2’3, he weighed in at an incredible 70 pounds, the doctor couldn’t believe his eyes, the normal weight for a two year old was 30 pounds, so Graham was over twice as heavy as a normal 2 year old, and the doctor could see that it was undeniably, 100% muscle. It was easily noticeable to the physician even when Graham was fully dressed, his shoulders, his pecs, his arms, his thighs bulged unbelievably. He had never seen anything like that before in his life, he had been a pediatrician for nearly 30 years, but the sight of an overly muscular 2 year old boy nearly knocked him for a loop.
He had me strip Graham of his clothes so he could further examine him. I knew it was a normal procedure, but I had a feeling that Dr. Martin had an different motive in mind. He knew that Graham was stronger than normal from the last time he was examined 6 months before, but he had to see it for himself, he had to see this 2 year old’s body to make sure he wasn’t going crazy. So I took off his clothes down to his pull ups while the doctor had his back turned, when the doctor turned back, his mouth fell open and his eyes went wide with awe. Graham was standing on the examination table, showing muscles the likes of which should be impossible for one to develop so young, Graham’s shoulders were wide and round, his pecs actually showed some cleavage, his arms were bulky, his thighs were huge.
“Well, Mr. Jennings, it appears as though Graham is even healthier than he was the last time you brought him in, his muscle size and tone are obviously well above any child I’ve ever examined, and I have examined children up to twelve years old. I would like to know what he has been doing to gain such musculature?”
“Well, Dr. Martin, I have been developing a very special program for him to follow, his diet, his training, and his other activities are all monitored very strictly by myself and Graham’s mother. I have not had him lifting weights yet, but I have showed him how to do push ups, pull ups, sit ups, and squats without weight, and this is the results you see before you. When he is ready, which won‘t be too long, he can start lifting weights, I‘m pretty sure he‘s ready right now, but I want to be cautious, he is just 2 years old, after all.”
“Well, yes of course, but it appears to me that Graham’s skeletal structure is much stronger, and tougher than any 2 year olds in the World, if you ask me, lifting weights will not hurt him or hinder him in the least, which cannot be said for most children under 7 years old. If you really want him to grow stronger and more muscular than he already is, then working out with weights is the next step. I do recommend caution, of course, have a personal trainer for him, and monitor his workout sessions at all times. I think with his incredible genetics, you could have an incredible young athlete here that could do things that were previously thought impossible by people.”
“Thank you, yes, I believe so too, I couldn’t believe how fast, strong and muscular Graham has been, even as a baby he could overpower kids 3 times his height, over twice his weight, when he was only 1 year old he wrestled his 4 year old cousin to the ground and posed on top of him. And of course you felt his strength yourself, you said he was probably stronger at 1 and a half than most 7 year old boys are, would you like to test his strength again?”
“Well, I probably shouldn’t, I lost to him when he was smaller and lighter, I don’t think it would make any difference at all now. In fact, he could probably overpower my whole body with but one muscled arm of his body, if I had to guess at his strength now, without even feeling it, but just looking at his enormous muscle size, I would put his strength on level with a 9 year old boy, for a boy only 2 years old, that is incredible to contemplate.”
“Just for fun, lets test that out, Graham has been taught how to armwrestle, and he has beaten quite a few of his older relatives, he even beat his 8 year old cousin, and he beat a 7 year old cousin when the 7 year old was using both hands, I would like to see how strong Graham is against a grown up, so, just for fun, why don’t you armwrestle him?”
“Well, I guess, I mean in the best interests of scientific research it would be good to experiment. After all, the boy does need a physician if he‘s going to keep growing bigger, stronger, and undoubtedly more famous as he goes out in every day life, I would be glad to volunteer.”
“Excellent, now, do you have a big book, like a medical journal, to put Graham’s arm on, to even up the lengths of your arms?”
“Yes, of course, here you go.”
Dr. Martin handed me a blue book, which I put down on the examination room table.
I whispered in Graham’s ear telling him what to do. “Son, remember what you and your cousin Stevie did a couple days ago, well Dr. Martin would like to do that with you, wouldn’t that be fun?”
Graham nodded up and down with a big smile on his face, and without further hesitation, he put his right arm up on the book, Dr. Martin stepped up and took Graham’s hand in his much bigger one, Graham’s was so small that two of the doctor’s fingers was as big as his whole hand, but when Graham tightened his grip, those two fingers that he gripped were suddenly purple and strained. The doctor yelped at the sudden crushing grip he felt around him.
“Graham, could you relax your grip a little, it feels like you’re crushing my hand.” Dr. Martin shakily asked, Graham nodded, and his fingers started to whiten and flow with blood again. I smiled, as I had felt Graham’s grip many a time, it was unreal to think how strong his hands were at his age.
“Okay, are you ready Doc, please use both your hands, remember, you said you were as weak as a 7 year old boy, well Graham did beat a 7 year old boy last week, and the 7 year old boy was using both his hands against Graham’s one.”
“Yes, I’m ready, Mr. Jennings. Call it.” Dr. Martin said as he gripped Graham’s one hand with both of his as forcefully as he could.
“Okay, on three, 1.…2.…3!”
Dr. Martin was pulling, noticeably, he was sweating, he was straining, there were veins visible in his forehead as evidence that he was trying his hardest to move the two year old’s arm. What was incredible was that Graham was smiling and laughing at the tiny man’s effort, there was no sign at all that Graham himself was straining as he pulled Dr. Martin’s hand down to the book. Now, let me remind you, Dr. Martin is a small, frail, old man, but he still had a 3 foot height advantage and a 75 pound weight advantage over his opponent. Graham’s next largest arm wrestling opponent was 4’8 and weighed 86 pounds, so the fact that his current opponent was so much bigger, yet was losing just as easily, magnified how strong Graham could be. And potentially how strong he could become after training with weights.
“My God, Graham, I can’t believe how strong you are, only 2 years old, but beating a grown man with such absolute ease, I can’t even slow you down using all the strength I have in my body. Mr. Jennings, I have to tell you, I was skeptical before, but I have to believe that your son is probably the single strongest patient I’ve ever examined. Not that I routinely challenge the strength of my patients, but I have never felt the kind of feeling I have when I see Graham, its like an invisible aura of power! I don’t know how other way to describe it, but Graham is just so unbelievably strong, its hard to believe he’s real.”
“Oh, he’s real alright, Doc, I should know, I was taking care of him for all of his life so far, he grew up strong and healthy, I’ve helped him to become healthier over the last half year, but I can tell you it’s his genetics that have helped him a lot to get to the size and strength he is at right now.” Of course, I couldn’t tell him the real reason that Graham is so much bigger and stronger than a normal child is because of all the bodybuilding supplements and my experimental muscle building formula that I’ve been giving to him since he was 8 months old. Not that he wasn’t active before that, he was much advanced for his age even before I started him on the formula, but that just enhanced things to an even higher degree.
“Well, Doc, thanks so much, but I would like to keep Graham’s strength and muscle size a secret for right now, so if anyone has any questions about him, just say that Graham is a very healthy boy, until I feel its time for Graham to reveal his secret full scale.”
“Of course, Mr. Jennings, I understand completely.”
“Thanks, well, if we’re done.”
“Yes, bring Graham back in another 6 months, for another examination, after that, it’ll be a year. Make an appointment with the nurse out front.”
We did, with a smile on my face, from the first time I noticed Dr. Martin’s interest in Graham’s size and strength, I liked having fun with him, I can only imagine what Dr. Martin will think in 6 months time, when Graham is going to be even bigger and stronger, then one year later, imagine how big and strong Graham will be at 3 and a half years old when he’s this big and strong at only 2 years old!
Well, we finally started Graham on weights, at 2 years 3 months old, he took to them right away, seemingly, going from 5 pounders, to 10 pounders, to 15 pounders all in the same day. Smiling with excitement as he saw me demonstrating the exercises, I was smiling with pride as I saw my son lift weights that would be impossible for most 2 year olds to even lift off the ground, much less using them for curling, overhead presses, and squats. Improbable as it may seem, Graham wasn’t worn out once after a half hour workout with weights that would equal one-quarter of his bodyweight.
I had to stop him, to make sure he doesn’t get too excited on his first day. I had inundated his thoughts with the glamorousness of working out, what lifting weights would get you if you do it hard every day these last few months. He took to it like a fish to water. His gains were apparent every day, he was even more defined than usual in the arms and pectoral region, and after adding weight to his sit ups (only 2.5 pounds at first, but soon it became 5 pounds), his stomach went from a two pack to a four pack.
After 3 months of lifting, averaging 1 hour a day, 4 days a week, with the help of my special formula, Graham had gained 12 pounds of muscle, now weighing in at 84 pounds of muscle. 2 and a half years old, and the weight of a normal 9 year old. We took him into the doctor for his checkup, he looked a little wider, a little bulkier in his long sleeve shirt. (I wouldn’t have let him wear short sleeve shirts just yet, it would make his muscle size and definition much, much more apparent, and we couldn’t have that until I decide that his special condition would be revealed to the World.)
Obviously the secretary noticed Graham’s size, she thought him to be at least 5 years old when she asked me how old he was, I told her he was 2 and a half, her eyes nearly burst out of her head. She ushered us into the doctor’s examination room, where we waited for Dr. Martin, but what happened surprised me. A new doctor, unknown to me and Graham came into the room. The man was of Middle Eastern or Indian decent and was quite a bit bigger than Dr. Martin.
“Hello Mr. Jennings, hello Graham, I’m Dr. Bulsarra, I am taking over Dr. Martin’s appointments, he is currently recovering from heart surgery. I am sorry no one from the office has told you this, by the looks of surprise on your face. All Dr. Martin has told me about Graham was that he was extraordinarily healthy for a 2 year old boy, and I can see, that is quite apparent, even in clothes, his muscles are clearly visible.”
“Well, thanks for your candor Dr. Bulsarra, yes we were expecting Dr. Martin, but its no matter, I’m sure Graham won’t mind it, do you Graham?”
“Nope, Daddy, its okay. Where is Dr. Martin?”
“He is currently on vacation, little boy, I will be doing what Dr. Martin has been doing with you, checking your body out, seeing if you’re as healthy as you look, how would you like that?”
“Okay.”
With that, Graham got down in an arm wrestling position, obviously he thought that by checking Graham out, it meant testing his strength.
“No, no Graham, the doctor wants to take your temperature and check your heartbeat, I’m sorry Dr. Bulsarra, Graham liked to test Dr. Martin’s strength, last time we came here they arm wrestled.”
“You’re kidding me? I mean I can see your boy is more muscular than any boys under 8 years old, but certainly he couldn’t overpower a full grown man!”
“In fact, he did, the thing was, Dr. Martin was very weak, Graham only used one arm against both of Dr. Martin’s arms, and won with ease. It would be interesting to see him test his strength against an adult that doesn’t have the strength of a 7 year old boy, but I doubt we’ll be doing that any time soon.”
“Now, now, wait a second here, Mr. Jennings, if you’re looking for a normal guy to arm wrestle your two year old boy, I’d be willing to volunteer.”
“Well, I guess that would be alright with me, how big are you, Dr. Bulsarra?”
“I’m 5’9 and I weigh 175 pounds, why?”
“Well, Dr. Martin was the biggest person that Graham has ever gone against in a test of strength, you’re 3 inches taller and 20 pounds heavier than him, I’m guessing you have a load more strength than Dr. Martin as well, but if its alright with Graham, I say it’s alright with me. Graham, do you want to arm wrestle Dr. Bulsarra like you did with Dr. Martin?”
“Yeah! Yeah! Let’s do it dad!”
I got a blue book like the last time, I laid it down on the examination table for Graham to put his arm up on, then I signaled Dr. Bulsarra to take Graham’s hand. Graham wrapped his fingers around Dr. Bulsarra’s index and middle finger, squeezed tightly. Dr. B’s expression changed a little, but he didn’t seem to have the brittleness that Dr. Martin had, he managed to keep his composure and signaled to me that he was ready to start.
“Okay, on three, ready 1...2...3, Go!”
Dr B. was struggling obviously, and it appeared so was Graham, for the first time I had seen, the look on his face was one of concentration, determination, and almost pain. It was only a matter of time, Graham was not used to this level of strain, despite him working out for 3 months, he didn’t have the experience of lifting something truly heavy and straining with it. It took maybe 2 minutes, but finally Dr. B. gently slapped Graham’s arm to the table.
“Boy, that was hard! I can’t believe it, this boy has got some serious strength for his size and age, that was incredible. I think by the next time we see each other, Graham will be able to put me down. You’ve done an incredible job of training your boy to be so muscular and strong, Mr. Jennings. I don’t think there needs to be any further examinations to be done, your boy is healthy beyond any I‘ve seen, and I‘ve been in this business nearly as long as Dr. Martin. Your next physical examination should be one year from now. Please make an appointment at your convenience around this time next year. It was great meeting you both.”
“One thing, Dr. Bulsarra, I would like to keep Graham’s power and muscle size a secret for now, so please, don’t spread it around how strong he is, I would really appreciate it if you would keep that part quiet.”
“Absolutely, Mr. Jennings, I understand completely. What do you want me to say, if people ask me about him.”
“Just say he’s a very healthy young boy, but nothing out of the ordinary.”
“Gotcha, if Dr. Martin is not around in a year, I’ll see you, and I expect Graham would want a rematch.”
“I think he will, Dr. B., and I hope you’re willing to give him one.”
“Of course, it would be an honor to feel this young boy’s power once again.”
“Thank you, we’ll be seeing you. Bye, now.”
“Good Bye, Mr. Jennings, good bye Graham.” Dr. Bulsarra said with a smile.
We got home a little while later, Graham was a little depressed. I asked him why.
“Why didn’t I beat Dr. Bulsarra, daddy? I beat Dr. Martin easy, I thought I could beat him too.”
“Well, not everyone is as weak as Dr. Martin is, son. Dr. Bulsarra is much bigger and has more muscle than Dr. Martin had, so he is probably at least four times as strong, you would have to work out much harder to be able to beat him.
Graham nodded with a grim look of determination on his face. I knew the seed was planted, he wanted to be stronger, stronger than any man, able to defeat any man in any test of strength.
After that, Graham’s weightlifting really took off, he decided to go beyond, do more reps than I asked, do more weights than I was telling him to do. It was a mission now to him to get stronger than Dr. Bulsarra. The workouts were intense, he was drenched in sweat from the heavy work, I was drenched in sweat from assisting him, and just watching him work.
After 3 more months of this, the changes in his body were astounding, he pecs were meatier, his biceps were noticeable, as were his shoulders, they looked like miniature volleyballs, making him look very wide. Another thing was that his attitude had changed, he was more demanding, more arrogant, giving out orders to me like a drill sergeant. Telling me to add weight to the bar, not asking me like he did before. I tried to correct this behavior of course, if there’s one thing that I can’t stand, its children being disrespectful of their parents, but it seemed like this new attitude was helping him gain strength and muscle quicker, so I quickly relented, only punishing him if he did this in front of guests.
How would I punish him? By not allowing him to work out for a day, and if the offense was severe, a week. He quickly relented and apologized after that, but the punishments only served to push him and his workouts harder, it appeared as he was making up for time he missed. He grew out of the aggressive behavior in a couple weeks, knowing that he loved worked out too much to be kept away from it for more than a day.
By the time his three year birthday came up, he was 2’9 and weighed 97 pounds, all of it, grade A ripped muscle. He looked like a mini-bodybuilder already, his 4 pack abs had transformed themselves into a six pack, there were visible striations. And his power was off the charts, benching 185 pounds, curling his own bodyweight for reps. I smiled as I thought of the future, how big could he get, how strong?
He had me strip Graham of his clothes so he could further examine him. I knew it was a normal procedure, but I had a feeling that Dr. Martin had an different motive in mind. He knew that Graham was stronger than normal from the last time he was examined 6 months before, but he had to see it for himself, he had to see this 2 year old’s body to make sure he wasn’t going crazy. So I took off his clothes down to his pull ups while the doctor had his back turned, when the doctor turned back, his mouth fell open and his eyes went wide with awe. Graham was standing on the examination table, showing muscles the likes of which should be impossible for one to develop so young, Graham’s shoulders were wide and round, his pecs actually showed some cleavage, his arms were bulky, his thighs were huge.
“Well, Mr. Jennings, it appears as though Graham is even healthier than he was the last time you brought him in, his muscle size and tone are obviously well above any child I’ve ever examined, and I have examined children up to twelve years old. I would like to know what he has been doing to gain such musculature?”
“Well, Dr. Martin, I have been developing a very special program for him to follow, his diet, his training, and his other activities are all monitored very strictly by myself and Graham’s mother. I have not had him lifting weights yet, but I have showed him how to do push ups, pull ups, sit ups, and squats without weight, and this is the results you see before you. When he is ready, which won‘t be too long, he can start lifting weights, I‘m pretty sure he‘s ready right now, but I want to be cautious, he is just 2 years old, after all.”
“Well, yes of course, but it appears to me that Graham’s skeletal structure is much stronger, and tougher than any 2 year olds in the World, if you ask me, lifting weights will not hurt him or hinder him in the least, which cannot be said for most children under 7 years old. If you really want him to grow stronger and more muscular than he already is, then working out with weights is the next step. I do recommend caution, of course, have a personal trainer for him, and monitor his workout sessions at all times. I think with his incredible genetics, you could have an incredible young athlete here that could do things that were previously thought impossible by people.”
“Thank you, yes, I believe so too, I couldn’t believe how fast, strong and muscular Graham has been, even as a baby he could overpower kids 3 times his height, over twice his weight, when he was only 1 year old he wrestled his 4 year old cousin to the ground and posed on top of him. And of course you felt his strength yourself, you said he was probably stronger at 1 and a half than most 7 year old boys are, would you like to test his strength again?”
“Well, I probably shouldn’t, I lost to him when he was smaller and lighter, I don’t think it would make any difference at all now. In fact, he could probably overpower my whole body with but one muscled arm of his body, if I had to guess at his strength now, without even feeling it, but just looking at his enormous muscle size, I would put his strength on level with a 9 year old boy, for a boy only 2 years old, that is incredible to contemplate.”
“Just for fun, lets test that out, Graham has been taught how to armwrestle, and he has beaten quite a few of his older relatives, he even beat his 8 year old cousin, and he beat a 7 year old cousin when the 7 year old was using both hands, I would like to see how strong Graham is against a grown up, so, just for fun, why don’t you armwrestle him?”
“Well, I guess, I mean in the best interests of scientific research it would be good to experiment. After all, the boy does need a physician if he‘s going to keep growing bigger, stronger, and undoubtedly more famous as he goes out in every day life, I would be glad to volunteer.”
“Excellent, now, do you have a big book, like a medical journal, to put Graham’s arm on, to even up the lengths of your arms?”
“Yes, of course, here you go.”
Dr. Martin handed me a blue book, which I put down on the examination room table.
I whispered in Graham’s ear telling him what to do. “Son, remember what you and your cousin Stevie did a couple days ago, well Dr. Martin would like to do that with you, wouldn’t that be fun?”
Graham nodded up and down with a big smile on his face, and without further hesitation, he put his right arm up on the book, Dr. Martin stepped up and took Graham’s hand in his much bigger one, Graham’s was so small that two of the doctor’s fingers was as big as his whole hand, but when Graham tightened his grip, those two fingers that he gripped were suddenly purple and strained. The doctor yelped at the sudden crushing grip he felt around him.
“Graham, could you relax your grip a little, it feels like you’re crushing my hand.” Dr. Martin shakily asked, Graham nodded, and his fingers started to whiten and flow with blood again. I smiled, as I had felt Graham’s grip many a time, it was unreal to think how strong his hands were at his age.
“Okay, are you ready Doc, please use both your hands, remember, you said you were as weak as a 7 year old boy, well Graham did beat a 7 year old boy last week, and the 7 year old boy was using both his hands against Graham’s one.”
“Yes, I’m ready, Mr. Jennings. Call it.” Dr. Martin said as he gripped Graham’s one hand with both of his as forcefully as he could.
“Okay, on three, 1.…2.…3!”
Dr. Martin was pulling, noticeably, he was sweating, he was straining, there were veins visible in his forehead as evidence that he was trying his hardest to move the two year old’s arm. What was incredible was that Graham was smiling and laughing at the tiny man’s effort, there was no sign at all that Graham himself was straining as he pulled Dr. Martin’s hand down to the book. Now, let me remind you, Dr. Martin is a small, frail, old man, but he still had a 3 foot height advantage and a 75 pound weight advantage over his opponent. Graham’s next largest arm wrestling opponent was 4’8 and weighed 86 pounds, so the fact that his current opponent was so much bigger, yet was losing just as easily, magnified how strong Graham could be. And potentially how strong he could become after training with weights.
“My God, Graham, I can’t believe how strong you are, only 2 years old, but beating a grown man with such absolute ease, I can’t even slow you down using all the strength I have in my body. Mr. Jennings, I have to tell you, I was skeptical before, but I have to believe that your son is probably the single strongest patient I’ve ever examined. Not that I routinely challenge the strength of my patients, but I have never felt the kind of feeling I have when I see Graham, its like an invisible aura of power! I don’t know how other way to describe it, but Graham is just so unbelievably strong, its hard to believe he’s real.”
“Oh, he’s real alright, Doc, I should know, I was taking care of him for all of his life so far, he grew up strong and healthy, I’ve helped him to become healthier over the last half year, but I can tell you it’s his genetics that have helped him a lot to get to the size and strength he is at right now.” Of course, I couldn’t tell him the real reason that Graham is so much bigger and stronger than a normal child is because of all the bodybuilding supplements and my experimental muscle building formula that I’ve been giving to him since he was 8 months old. Not that he wasn’t active before that, he was much advanced for his age even before I started him on the formula, but that just enhanced things to an even higher degree.
“Well, Doc, thanks so much, but I would like to keep Graham’s strength and muscle size a secret for right now, so if anyone has any questions about him, just say that Graham is a very healthy boy, until I feel its time for Graham to reveal his secret full scale.”
“Of course, Mr. Jennings, I understand completely.”
“Thanks, well, if we’re done.”
“Yes, bring Graham back in another 6 months, for another examination, after that, it’ll be a year. Make an appointment with the nurse out front.”
We did, with a smile on my face, from the first time I noticed Dr. Martin’s interest in Graham’s size and strength, I liked having fun with him, I can only imagine what Dr. Martin will think in 6 months time, when Graham is going to be even bigger and stronger, then one year later, imagine how big and strong Graham will be at 3 and a half years old when he’s this big and strong at only 2 years old!
Well, we finally started Graham on weights, at 2 years 3 months old, he took to them right away, seemingly, going from 5 pounders, to 10 pounders, to 15 pounders all in the same day. Smiling with excitement as he saw me demonstrating the exercises, I was smiling with pride as I saw my son lift weights that would be impossible for most 2 year olds to even lift off the ground, much less using them for curling, overhead presses, and squats. Improbable as it may seem, Graham wasn’t worn out once after a half hour workout with weights that would equal one-quarter of his bodyweight.
I had to stop him, to make sure he doesn’t get too excited on his first day. I had inundated his thoughts with the glamorousness of working out, what lifting weights would get you if you do it hard every day these last few months. He took to it like a fish to water. His gains were apparent every day, he was even more defined than usual in the arms and pectoral region, and after adding weight to his sit ups (only 2.5 pounds at first, but soon it became 5 pounds), his stomach went from a two pack to a four pack.
After 3 months of lifting, averaging 1 hour a day, 4 days a week, with the help of my special formula, Graham had gained 12 pounds of muscle, now weighing in at 84 pounds of muscle. 2 and a half years old, and the weight of a normal 9 year old. We took him into the doctor for his checkup, he looked a little wider, a little bulkier in his long sleeve shirt. (I wouldn’t have let him wear short sleeve shirts just yet, it would make his muscle size and definition much, much more apparent, and we couldn’t have that until I decide that his special condition would be revealed to the World.)
Obviously the secretary noticed Graham’s size, she thought him to be at least 5 years old when she asked me how old he was, I told her he was 2 and a half, her eyes nearly burst out of her head. She ushered us into the doctor’s examination room, where we waited for Dr. Martin, but what happened surprised me. A new doctor, unknown to me and Graham came into the room. The man was of Middle Eastern or Indian decent and was quite a bit bigger than Dr. Martin.
“Hello Mr. Jennings, hello Graham, I’m Dr. Bulsarra, I am taking over Dr. Martin’s appointments, he is currently recovering from heart surgery. I am sorry no one from the office has told you this, by the looks of surprise on your face. All Dr. Martin has told me about Graham was that he was extraordinarily healthy for a 2 year old boy, and I can see, that is quite apparent, even in clothes, his muscles are clearly visible.”
“Well, thanks for your candor Dr. Bulsarra, yes we were expecting Dr. Martin, but its no matter, I’m sure Graham won’t mind it, do you Graham?”
“Nope, Daddy, its okay. Where is Dr. Martin?”
“He is currently on vacation, little boy, I will be doing what Dr. Martin has been doing with you, checking your body out, seeing if you’re as healthy as you look, how would you like that?”
“Okay.”
With that, Graham got down in an arm wrestling position, obviously he thought that by checking Graham out, it meant testing his strength.
“No, no Graham, the doctor wants to take your temperature and check your heartbeat, I’m sorry Dr. Bulsarra, Graham liked to test Dr. Martin’s strength, last time we came here they arm wrestled.”
“You’re kidding me? I mean I can see your boy is more muscular than any boys under 8 years old, but certainly he couldn’t overpower a full grown man!”
“In fact, he did, the thing was, Dr. Martin was very weak, Graham only used one arm against both of Dr. Martin’s arms, and won with ease. It would be interesting to see him test his strength against an adult that doesn’t have the strength of a 7 year old boy, but I doubt we’ll be doing that any time soon.”
“Now, now, wait a second here, Mr. Jennings, if you’re looking for a normal guy to arm wrestle your two year old boy, I’d be willing to volunteer.”
“Well, I guess that would be alright with me, how big are you, Dr. Bulsarra?”
“I’m 5’9 and I weigh 175 pounds, why?”
“Well, Dr. Martin was the biggest person that Graham has ever gone against in a test of strength, you’re 3 inches taller and 20 pounds heavier than him, I’m guessing you have a load more strength than Dr. Martin as well, but if its alright with Graham, I say it’s alright with me. Graham, do you want to arm wrestle Dr. Bulsarra like you did with Dr. Martin?”
“Yeah! Yeah! Let’s do it dad!”
I got a blue book like the last time, I laid it down on the examination table for Graham to put his arm up on, then I signaled Dr. Bulsarra to take Graham’s hand. Graham wrapped his fingers around Dr. Bulsarra’s index and middle finger, squeezed tightly. Dr. B’s expression changed a little, but he didn’t seem to have the brittleness that Dr. Martin had, he managed to keep his composure and signaled to me that he was ready to start.
“Okay, on three, ready 1...2...3, Go!”
Dr B. was struggling obviously, and it appeared so was Graham, for the first time I had seen, the look on his face was one of concentration, determination, and almost pain. It was only a matter of time, Graham was not used to this level of strain, despite him working out for 3 months, he didn’t have the experience of lifting something truly heavy and straining with it. It took maybe 2 minutes, but finally Dr. B. gently slapped Graham’s arm to the table.
“Boy, that was hard! I can’t believe it, this boy has got some serious strength for his size and age, that was incredible. I think by the next time we see each other, Graham will be able to put me down. You’ve done an incredible job of training your boy to be so muscular and strong, Mr. Jennings. I don’t think there needs to be any further examinations to be done, your boy is healthy beyond any I‘ve seen, and I‘ve been in this business nearly as long as Dr. Martin. Your next physical examination should be one year from now. Please make an appointment at your convenience around this time next year. It was great meeting you both.”
“One thing, Dr. Bulsarra, I would like to keep Graham’s power and muscle size a secret for now, so please, don’t spread it around how strong he is, I would really appreciate it if you would keep that part quiet.”
“Absolutely, Mr. Jennings, I understand completely. What do you want me to say, if people ask me about him.”
“Just say he’s a very healthy young boy, but nothing out of the ordinary.”
“Gotcha, if Dr. Martin is not around in a year, I’ll see you, and I expect Graham would want a rematch.”
“I think he will, Dr. B., and I hope you’re willing to give him one.”
“Of course, it would be an honor to feel this young boy’s power once again.”
“Thank you, we’ll be seeing you. Bye, now.”
“Good Bye, Mr. Jennings, good bye Graham.” Dr. Bulsarra said with a smile.
We got home a little while later, Graham was a little depressed. I asked him why.
“Why didn’t I beat Dr. Bulsarra, daddy? I beat Dr. Martin easy, I thought I could beat him too.”
“Well, not everyone is as weak as Dr. Martin is, son. Dr. Bulsarra is much bigger and has more muscle than Dr. Martin had, so he is probably at least four times as strong, you would have to work out much harder to be able to beat him.
Graham nodded with a grim look of determination on his face. I knew the seed was planted, he wanted to be stronger, stronger than any man, able to defeat any man in any test of strength.
After that, Graham’s weightlifting really took off, he decided to go beyond, do more reps than I asked, do more weights than I was telling him to do. It was a mission now to him to get stronger than Dr. Bulsarra. The workouts were intense, he was drenched in sweat from the heavy work, I was drenched in sweat from assisting him, and just watching him work.
After 3 more months of this, the changes in his body were astounding, he pecs were meatier, his biceps were noticeable, as were his shoulders, they looked like miniature volleyballs, making him look very wide. Another thing was that his attitude had changed, he was more demanding, more arrogant, giving out orders to me like a drill sergeant. Telling me to add weight to the bar, not asking me like he did before. I tried to correct this behavior of course, if there’s one thing that I can’t stand, its children being disrespectful of their parents, but it seemed like this new attitude was helping him gain strength and muscle quicker, so I quickly relented, only punishing him if he did this in front of guests.
How would I punish him? By not allowing him to work out for a day, and if the offense was severe, a week. He quickly relented and apologized after that, but the punishments only served to push him and his workouts harder, it appeared as he was making up for time he missed. He grew out of the aggressive behavior in a couple weeks, knowing that he loved worked out too much to be kept away from it for more than a day.
By the time his three year birthday came up, he was 2’9 and weighed 97 pounds, all of it, grade A ripped muscle. He looked like a mini-bodybuilder already, his 4 pack abs had transformed themselves into a six pack, there were visible striations. And his power was off the charts, benching 185 pounds, curling his own bodyweight for reps. I smiled as I thought of the future, how big could he get, how strong?
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