Date: Wed, 04 Feb 2004 20:33:18 -0600
From: Shyclout@aol.com
Subject: Luke Olsson: Boy Wondering - Ch 2

The rest of Friday morning zoomed by real fast for Luke. It was after lunch
that his mind began to pose questions to itself.  Algebra in the early
afternoon was never easy for him. But he persevered as the numbers and
equations droned on and on, but right after Algebra he bounced back as Art
came next.  Yeah, he heard the whispers and took the verbal jabs from his
fellow Freshmen jocks in his good-natured way about doing so well in this
class. Truth be told, it was a cake course as far as he was concerned, you
show a bit of interest and it is half the game to getting an A.  Luke knew
deep down that he had talent and probably got it from his father, Alex, who
was an amateur photographer in his spare time until his death three years
ago.  He recalled how his father took him along to shoots on weekends and
while young; he became a sponge as his father talked about composition,
light and color when lensing a shot. His father left many binders filled
with his work that were shelved in the family room of their home.  All of
it good - from the architectural facades of industrial cities to the
natural wildlife in their habitat in national parks they visited on family
vacations in the summers.  His best work if you looked closely and studied
the photos was of people.  His portraits caught the essence of the
subject. All kinds of people were captured by his camera, all kinds of
shapes and sizes, but Alex truly felt a kindred spirit for the athletes he
was fortunate to get on film and it showed in his work.

Luke remembered as his father and mother, an athlete in her own right,
packed up the camera bag and their car to head to a game or a meet or a
contest with him in tow just about every weekend.  Despite his intimidating
size, Alex's genteel demeanor and pleasant patter eased their access to
choice seats and behind the scenes action where he shot his Canon to his
heart's content.  Luke listened and learned and when his dad passed away,
he started to dabble with his dad's cameras, lens and equipment.  But no
matter how good the equipment was you still needed an eye and that special
talent to get the right shot.  Luke remembered how often his dad told him
"...you really got to want it Luke, you have to live life no matter
what...in work, in romance and in sports....go for broke..." as he mussed
Luke's hair while they walked to the car after many a morning shooting at
some athletic event.

The question was a no brainer to Luke or so he thought. He believed he knew
he wanted it and what he wanted. The troubling part was who was going to
give it to him or whom he would get it from and when and just how much.  He
looked down at his crotch as the teacher was discussing the highlights of
charcoal and portraits.  His meat began to surge as he recalled last
night's masturbation explosion.  God that was somethingfuckingelse, the
best yet.  Luke looked around the classroom, the best part of sitting in
the back was no one was seated behind him nor could anyone see his hand go
low under the desk to play with himself.  He was so tempted to pull his
meat out and give himself a handjob just for the guilty pleasure of doing
it in public and risking it all, but he thought better of it.  "....later
BigMeat, you're gonna be taken care of later..." as he flipped his thumb
around the outline of his glans.  His corduroys bounced as blood gushed to
his crotch.

Over in another wing of the high school, the Athletic Director's office to
be precise, sat Bobby Carpenter bored out of his mind.  He was beginning to
feel the butterflies start in his gut and thought to himself that they were
probably because of tomorrow's bodybuilding competition, but they flared up
and passed.  Despite being The Stud, Bobby was just like every other teen
athlete before "the big game"....he got a set of nerves that flipped his
stomach all over the map. It never failed to happen to him despite all
outward appearances of total control and calm whether it was a football
game or a track meet.  But his mind was not on the competition, but
Luke. The butterflies today only started after he saw Luke on the bus and
spoke briefly on the school steps with him.  The Coach was asking for their
recommendations for the Football Mentoring Program and the requested three
names each of the future seniors were to pass forward.  Bobby had just one
name on his sheet: Luke Olsson. That was who he wanted in this program and
all he was interested in recommending.

This one was going to be special he thought, their chemistry was too HOT as
he recalled their bathroom encounter a few months back. "...shit if someone
pulled a stunt like that on me in a high school bathroom when I was his age
I would have crapped myself while running out the door, but he didn't...he
stayed calm and he touched me...he felt me up really well and then
worshipped me with those fingertips lightly going down my lats to my waist
and then reversing gears and heading back up with using his fingernails
this time till he came back to my fucking huge guns....God was he a
natural..." thought Bobby.  He squeezed his thighs together as his dick
began to pulse with lust.

Bobby did not understand his nervousness as he stretched his legs. Looking
down he saw his big lump of dick in his tight blue jeans extend down his
right thigh.  Bobby was fascinated by its girth and copped himself a feel.
Goddamn!  That Luke kid really got him going.  He caught his best buddy,
Rusty, blatantly staring at him and his actions when he looked up.  Bobby
smiled and removed his hand as Rusty turned forward to listen to the Coach,
but Bobby kept his legs extended and flexed his groin muscles which in turn
made his mammoth dick swell as if it had its own heartbeat.  Trying to be
nonchalant, Rusty turned sideways after a long 90 seconds and forced his
eyes to look up and over Bobby as if he was genuinely interested in the
winter sports teams group pictures that adorned the wall. But then his gaze
drifted down to Bobby's colossal thighs and the throbbing mound.  Bobby
smiling like a cat who ate the canary, made a slight "ahem" and waited for
Rusty to look up. Opening his lips to flash his bright white teeth and
bobbling his eyebrows Bobby mouthed the words: "Busted Rusty!"  Taking his
middle fuck finger to the dickhead, Bobby made circular motions around it
while his thumb pressed into his dick's base.  As if measuring it's length,
Bobby's righthand pressed into his thigh and his finger kept the rotation
around his dickhead going till a small wetness emerged through his jeans
almost halfway down to his knee. Rusty was entranced by his buddy's
sexuality.  Scooting his chair over a few inches so their thighs touched,
Bobby let Rusty reach down.  Rusty's hand almost burned itself as he felt
the heat from the heavy mound.

"I'll see you later this afternoon at my house right Rusty?"  Bobby
whispered as the meeting ended and both stood up adjusting themselves as
they turned to the wall as if picking up their backpacks.  Rusty nodded yes
and then jerked his head as if to say "let's talk outside this room."
Bobby was a bit surprised, but followed Rusty who looked around as the
football players went their separate ways.  "I want to help you out, I want
it..." said Rusty.

"What are you talking about?" asked Bobby. Rusty's face was flush and
looked down at the mound that was still noticeable.  "...awwww, you want
Chuckie huh.....you want to help me and Chuckie right now - is that what
these nods and shrugs are all about?....I was hoping we'd do our ritual
later tonight Rusty when you come over to watch me pose one last time with
my music...you amaze me Rusty, you know me sometimes better than I know
myself.  Gotta admit, I've been getting the 'flies all day but you knew
that didn't you....you saw my condition in there.  Chuckie is rising to the
occasion no doubt about it, he's like a barometer....so are you Rusty, just
like a barometer for me...knowing what's best for me.....big game? Rusty
relaxes me...big meet? Rusty calms me down.....new competition? Rusty knows
I need a release...." Bobby murmured low in a soothing tone to relax Rusty.
He rubbed Rusty's back up and down gently.  Their ritual began their
Freshmen year and evolved. At first, it was just each other jerking
themselves off before a football game or a track meet since they both
played each sport. The pretence was "it calmed and relaxed themselves..."
They did not buy the coach's admonitions to wear boxing gloves to bed to
save their "male juices" for the big game.  Bobby and Rusty were the two
most physically mature boys in the Freshmen class and their hormones were
raging. Jerking off felt good and when they compared notes on load size,
how far they shot and size of their dicks they finally double dared each
other at the end class one day before an afternoon game. Sneaking off to
the trainer's room which they knew was empty as all the players' ankles
were already taped, Rusty and Bobby Carpenter jerked off and put huge loads
on each other's football uniforms before hustling out for warmups.

The evolution happened quickly after their Freshmen year.  Jerking off
facing each other became exchanging reciprocal handjobs before a big game
or track meet which then became Rusty sucking the ever growing Bobby
Carpenter's huge dick and then at the last away track meet their Sophomore
year, Bobby fucking Rusty in the back of the school bus before the track
team did their exercises.  Now it was just plain old fucking before a
football game or a track meet, Bobby riding Rusty till their pleasure juice
erupts - both have to cum is the rule.  Didn't matter - home or away, the
two wandered off and fucked. There was nothing romantic about it, they
viewed it as a release plain and simple.  Everyone knew they had a special
ritual, but their coaches, their teammates and even Rusty's girlfriend
never knew what it was.  They just disappeared for 20 minutes or so and
came back smiling and focused.  They appeared calmer and more relaxed.
That their teams rarely lost a game or a meet allowed some leeway for their
behavior.

"Let's go....I know where the key is hidden to get in the Trainer's
room....and he's got a padded table....look Rusty, Chuckie wants to play
too!" said Bobby as he grabbed his trouser trout.  Chuckie was getting
ready, he was bigger - as big as he was during the Mentoring Program
meeting....action was not far away.

Closing the door, Bobby turned on the lights and slapped the leather padded
table. "It's all for you Rusty, let's giddyup....."  Dropping his jeans,
Rusty tore off his shirt and laid on his back.  Bobby took his time, he was
in control and knew it.  While Rusty had convinced himself he was straight
and had dated a cheerleader since Freshmen year, in his mind this was all a
service he provided to his best friend Bobby, all conference QB and The
Stud at Henderson.  They were not queer in his mind.  He actually loved his
cheerleader and fooled around with her, often getting to third base.  He
and Bobby double dated tons of time.  But Bobby was gay though - red
blooded, masculine and hot. He knew it and had known it since the fourth
grade, but he played by society's rules. Was not totally happy about it but
hey, he was young and still in high school. He unzipped his blue
jeans. Fighting them over his thighs, Bobby looked up.  Fuck it, I am just
going to drop them to my knees.  He unbuttoned his flannel shirt as he was
getting warm.  His grey briefs could not contain his manhood, the head of
his cock and about two inches had escaped over towards his right hip and
wanted out.  "Slide down a bit Rusty, you want the full treatment or should
I save a bit for later tonight?" as Bobby blew some air into Rusty's hole
which puckered. Two of his fingers wormed themselves around Rusty's
sphincter opening to ease the impending fuck. "Kind of musky Rusty....is it
clean?  Want some lube or can Chuckie just plow on home pal?  I think
Chuckie wants to head home don't you?"  said Bobby who was now getting into
the dominance as his voice turned husky. Looking down his torso Bobby saw
Chuckie jutted out proudly - - rockfuckinghard.  Bethlehem Steel could not
have made anything harder he thought.  "I really appreciate this Rusty...."
as Bobby wiggled his fingers around inside till he found his pal's prostate
and saw Rusty's dick jump. He gently but firmly massaged it a bit. "I know
you like that dontcha pal..."

He grabbed and pulled on his mammoth dick, it was raring to go as Bobby
smeared his dickhead covered in precum around the hole.  "You can't see it
Rusty, but Chuckie is kissing your asshole right now, can you feel it?
Come on, tilt yourself up a bit and look down here... There is another one,
tell me you feel it Rusty...come on...tell me, these little love taps are
like kisses and punches...do you want Chuckie to french your asshole
Rusty?" murmured Bobby.
  Rusty was trying to relax, but his body was braced for the assault.  He
loved it, he hated it, it was like nothing else he ever felt.  Bobby and
Chuckie filled him so full at times he thought he would pass out, but
nothing gave him more pleasure then when Chuckie rubbed his prostate during
their ritual.  It was....it was just too much.  Pressing his dickhead,
Bobby slipped about a half inch in and Rusty wailed.  Bobby grabbed Rusty's
sweater and stuffed it in his mouth. "You gotta be quiet man, we're in
school..." Built like a rocket and thicker than he had seen it in a long
time, Bobby got anxious and plunged more of his dick into Rusty who was not
enjoying this rutting.  Still a hefty 7inches at least were outside Rusty's
ass.  "ah, that is feeling better....don't move Rusty, let's enjoy this a
bit...patience.....God I'm so glad you suggested this...."  Bobby began to
gently rock forward.  A bit more dick length entered, Rusty was squirming
now.  He sensed a difference in Bobby - maybe this bodybuilding contest had
gotten his nerves off kilter.

"Hold on Rusty, I am going to go a slightly bit faster....you know what, oh
do that again....yeah squeeze, Goddamn you Rusty you sonovabitch....that is
too good.....do me again...oh fuck you know what I like, hey ....hey
you....two can play that game Rusty.....oh yeah you fucking cum
rag....omigod....aaarrggggghhhh you fuck, you fuck......yessss oh God is
that good......you're getting it good pal.....yeah, i see your dick....yeah
fucker... i needed this.....you want to shoot, you want to shoot first
Rusty....just nod....okay, how about that....did i hit it for you?"  Tears
were seeping out of Rusty's eyes, Bobby thought they were of joy and they
were, but Rusty had kept the sweater stuffed in his mouth and breathed
through his nose.  His arms were holding tight to the padded table as the
brutal pummelling continued.  His dick was shooting a huge mess onto
Bobby's teeshirt as Bobby rammed his prostate....God this is too much
thought Rusty and it kept coming. He is an animal.

"...oh you fuck I love to fuck you so much.....you feeling it, its great
you fucker....want me to get you off again.....aaarrrrggghhhhh you, damn
you with that squeezing....ah, aah oh fuck...."

Bobby thrust all his dick in and unloaded.  Rusty screams were muffled by
the sweater.....The final plunge had Bobby flexing as if in a most muscular
crab pose, all his upper torso's veins bulging the intensity of his
cumblast that heightened.....Bobby lifted his head, his brow covered in
sweat.  "Thanks Rusty...thanks a lot..." and then gently laid his head down
on his best buddy's stomach.

Two counties over in another school, Big Jake was having a tough day.  The
day before he had a bomb scare to handle and today were meetings with
parents, psychologists and county EMTS and managers.  Few things got to Big
Jake, but he was beginning to wonder if he had bitten off too much when he
assumed the Acting Vice Principal responsibilities to go along with his
Senior Guidance Counselor duties at his young age of 30.  "I'm ready Iris,
send in the next group..." he yelled to his secretary who was just
twenty-five feet outside his door.  Three physically fit men entered and
shook his hand.  While none were as large as Big Jake, all had spent some
time in a gym pumping iron - that much you could see.  The last man held
onto his hand a bit longer than necessary and gave off a weird vibe to Big
Jake.  He was the shortest of the three and said the least at first. "...I
think we are in pretty good shape for the contest tomorrow guys, do you
want to do a walk through or perhaps just review the punchlist of items you
forwarded two weeks ago..."  Big Jake glanced at the list and remarked on
each item and its status.  "The lighting and sound systems were all checked
out this morning as you wanted, the theatre department has the flats and
small set pieces you requested from the blueprints, tonight the coaches and
some of the students will set up the Pump Room off-stage with the weights,
barbells and mirrors that some of the gym chains are allowing us to
borrow....the room for the Weigh-In will be finished before dinner tonight
and the Nurse's station is just down the hallway from the auditorium...what
am I missing to put you at ease?"

"Have you taken care of the Judges dais and sound system hookup from
there?"  asked the Little One as Big Jake had determined that was the
appropriate nickname here.

"...that should be finished tonight and I will stop by there myself before
heading home to test it for you...so all three of you are going to be
judges?" asked Big Jake. He got a negative and patronizing dissertation
from the Little One that he was the Head Judge for this and all
bodybuilding competitions in this tri-state region and that "his friends"
here were merely the promoter and the production designer for regional
competitions from the National Fitness Association.

Why?  Big Jake thought to himself as he shook his head.  But he was not
competing and this was not his gig so he let it slide.  Though the vibe and
the chip on his shoulder were easy to discern, Big Jake did not have the
time to probe nor the interest to pursue right then, but he sensed this
guy, Little One, might be one helluva pain in the ass this weekend.

"...I do think you guys should check out the lobby and cafeteria where we
have all the vendors, gyms and displays set up. They have done a terrific
job, kinda got my own competitive juices flowing again looking at the
products, clothing and posters....I did not realize just how big an event
these contests have become," said Big Jake.  The three men looked at him
with greater interest when he uttered the words "competitive juices" and he
knew he had their undivided attention the rest of the short meeting.
"Yeah, I entered two contests about twelve years ago and also did one when
I was in the Marines stationed in Camp LeJeune....Did not place as well as
I thought I would but then again, I did not take it as serious as I should
have...kind of regret it....Not placing higher that is...There is a lot to
consider and plan for when you enter; such as, can you really plan your
peaking physically the weekend of the contest, the right nutrition those
last two weeks, the grooming and the posing...you guys know all this better
than me....But I did okay for a naive novice I guess...."  Big Jake lifted
his arms and stretched them high above his head till he clasped his wrists.
Slowly he set them down on his thick brown mop of hair on the top of his
head.  Knowing he had a captive audience and feeling a bit devilish, Big
Jake tightened his biceps a bit which all but ripped open the shirt's
seams. Two of the men looked down immediately at the punchlist as if
reading the final items.  The Little One stared.  Big Jake seeing he had an
audience of one made his massive pecs dance a few bounces. Though confined
as they were inside his tight white dress shirt, Big Jake dazzled him as
the Little One's mouth gaped open.  Giving him one last dance for good
measure, Big Jake had the left one bounce, then the right one and then both
at the same time.  Big Jake spoke as his pecs settled down "....I am going
to be curious to see your Master's division since I am getting up there
myself.  The contest in Camp LeJeune if I remember right, those guys had
the best hardened mature muscles I had ever seen, but that was several
years ago.  I was nowhere near the size you guys see now.  All of this has
been added the past five years from a lot of long hours in the gym.  Back
then, I was in Recon and that took an awful lot of my time, Recon training
is great but it is not the same....Do you guys have any questions or need
anything else, I think the school's end of the deal is in pretty good
shape...you think?...really, get out of here....maybe, you know
what?...maybe a bit later in the spring i might enter if there are any
local contests....  "

"I had no idea you would draw so many competitors - what are you expecting
about 95 or 105 tomorrow morning?" asked Big Jake as he stood up signaling
the meeting was over.  The men agreed, it was the largest regional they had
promoted and organized in the past five years in this tri-state area.


"Thanks men, see you tomorrow bright and early.  Iris, I am outta here for
the rest of the day...I am going for a run and head to the weight
room. Leave me any memos and a phone list before you leave tonight
please..." said Big Jake as he walked swiftly to the lockeroom.

Luke was enjoying the hot water pummelling his neck and shoulders as he
stood under the shower.  The light workout with the weights he got in was
what he needed since Saturday's heavy workout with Big Jake was being
delayed till Sunday. He still could not shake from his mind last night's
dream and the resulting enjoyment he experienced.  Alone and horny, Luke
pulled on his thick meat.  He giggled, he really did have an above average
thickness down there.  With his body still growing he reasoned, my meat is
going to grow some more too.  Even he could see the logic there.  Better
yet, he loved to feel the growth of it and the weight of it when it was
ballooning up to full hardness. As he lengthened under the shower, he
talked to himself " ....yeah BigMeat is on the hunt now, gonna get some
action soon.....aren't you buddy....no doubt about it, BigMeat wants to
find a home..." His piss hole was huge and oozing a heavy flow of precum
that made his stroke job even more slick with the water. Guess that's why
they sell that stuff called WET he thought.  Luke began stroking himself
really fast intending to get off a quick spooge blast before heading home.
He picked up the tempo and soon was in a frenzy. God he loved jerking
off. "I could do this all day long," he thought to himself.  He let his
inner demons take over and became a machine using both hands to jerk
himself off.  It was too intense for him as he got closer and closer, he
felt it cumming, it was moving quick up his dick, he went on the tips of
his toes as he hit fever pitch. Godthisissofuckinggood!  Bent over at the
waist in an orgasmic spasm, Luke flailed away at himself....his body
convulsed as gobs and gobs of cum battered the tiled wall...dripping ropes
of cum in a freaky design worked their way down the tiled wall to the drain
trough.  Squeezing himself till he was discharging tiny bullets of jism,
Luke smirked as his breathing returned to normalcy...."very artistic" as he
looked at his work....Luke caressed his bulbous dickhead and shuddered at
just how sensitive it was.

Then he heard some voices as a heavy metal door slammed shut and guys open
thier lockers.  Quickly facing the tiled walls, Luke turned on the cold
water full blast.  "....hey guys, look who's here Mr. BigMeat himself Luke
Olsson....Christ Luke, you sure are putting on the beef with all this
lifting you are doing...we could have used you on the team this
winter....we don't have anyone your size...his dick looks like it is
getting more beef too...what do you do, do curls with it BigMeat to make it
grow?"  Luke turned completely around from the wall and absorbed the
teasing in his good-natured way. Most of the Freshmen Wrestling Team also
played on the Football Team and were his pals.  He liked them calling him
BigMeat, it meant he had size, he had the power and they did not have what
he had.  His bloated meat bounced on his thighs as he left the showers
grabbing his towel.  Luke wished them well on their next wrestling meet as
he dried himself.  Dressing quickly, Luke rushed home so he'd be ready for
Big Jake.

He eyed himself in the mirror after checking the stack of supplies he
pulled together on his bed.  Bobby just stared at himself in the mirror for
a few moments. He was incredibly built and realized he had done a fantastic
job developing his body the past two years.  He tightened and flexed each
body part just to admire his own beauty and see if the muscles would pop
for him alone....they did.  Totally naked and alone in his bedroom, Bobby
was amazed at what he had built.  Nothing was going to stop him tomorrow at
the contest.  He had the perfect package.  Tight rock hard abs, no 'roid
gut, well balanced legs that were cut and a set of flared lats that would
put a pro to shame.  His guns were his favorite muscle and they were fully
peaked as he hit a right bicep and then slowly turned and configured
himself into an amazing double bicep shot.
  "Shhhiiiiitttt this is so hot," he murmured to himself. He lowered his
arms and sucked in his gut to expand his chest.  The cavern was there.
"Goddamn!"

He hit another double guns and thought of Luke in the bathroom, "..we are
going to enjoy these babies Luke real soon...These babies are taking me
places..."  He leaned down and kissed his right bicep and then groaned.
"Luke I know you want it, you want me as bad as I need you.....I can tell,
I saw the look...it was pure hunger pal.  All you gotta do is tell me
Luke....tell me what you want...I think it is going to be sooner than you
might have thought sport," as his mind raced with lust.  Bobby's eyes read
primal fuck as he looked into the mirror. Tiny beads of perspiration dotted
his pecs and forehead.  He smeared the beaded sweat across his huge pecs
and rolled his right nipple in his finger tips.  His neck hairs went on end
and he shuddered.  Bobby pulled at his elongated dick a few times.  "I
really need you Luke," he thought.  "I need you bad."

His cell phone vibrated on the bureau.  He recognized the caller id. "Where
the hell are you fuckwad....I have been like waiting for the last twelve
minutes for you to get here...did you get the tanning tube like I
asked... No one is here Rusty, relax.  My parents won't be home till at
least 7:30pm, we have plenty of time.... Will you shut up just one second
and listen....No one will be here period....It is just you and me.  I do
appreciate you Rusty, I do....This afternoon was more than I could have
wanted. You were terrific......yes, it calmed me down...You've been a big
help...you always are relaxing me and keeping me focused.  Nah....just need
a touch up on some shaving as you saw this afternoon and have you critique
the music and routine....okay see you soon. Just walk in, the kitchen door
is open and I am upstairs in my bedroom....thanks, see ya..."  Turning in
the mirror Bobby continued his own critique of his physique.  Not too many
flaws or undeveloped muscles as far as he could tell.  His butt was looking
mighty fine too, nice and round and riding high.  Calves check.  Tris
check.  Even his nipples seemed to be flexing.  He gave himself a few more
strokes like an owner who rewards his dog with a biscuit after the dog
performed a well rehearsed trick.  "Goddamn! I am the shit" he shouted as
he turned to the bed and compared the supplies he had assembled for
tomorrow to the list the organizers had sent to all competitors.

Big Jake pulled up to the Olsson home and tried to jump out of the car. He
winced as fell back into his seat.  Slowly he lifted his huge torso up from
the seat, just a slight grimace but it took his breathe away for a second.
Stupid! stupid! stupid! he said to himself as he reached the door and gave
it a quick knock before entering.  Gently kissing his sister-in-law's
forehead, she tried to give him her traditional bear hug but he pulled
back.  "Something a matter, what did you do Jake....push yourself and tear
something lifting?... don't deny it I can see it in your face...how much
discomfort are you in...Luke grab some ointment and BenGay in the
bathroom... and grab your stuff..."

Luke came bounding down the hall flipping the tube of BenGay end over end
as he entered the kitchen. The other ointment tube was stashed in his pants
pocket.  "What's up Mom, why do you need this stuff?  Hey Big Jake...."
said Luke with one of his patented huge smiles as he saw his uncle seated
on a kitchen chair.  Their looks said more than they realized as Big Jake
nodded and saw Luke was wearing a gift he had given him this past
Christmas, an undershirt that whisked the sweat away from your body when
perspiring.  Luke liked wearing it as a regular casual shirt on weekends,
that it clung to his torso as if it was painted on made it even more
effective in Big Jake's eyes. It left him startled as Luke never looked as
fresh or appealing as he did right then.  Luke radiated with a glow this
evening or so it seemed to Big Jake and with that huge smile and his
torso's contours outlined so clearly Big Jake was a bit dumbfounded.  Those
thoughts aren't right he thought to himself.  Big Jake slowly shook his
head no to nothing in particular.

"It's not for me, your uncle stretched or tore something when lifting this
afternoon.....couldn't even give one of my bear hugs to the big lug.... so
play gentle with him this weekend Luke okay!" as she mussed her son's hair.
"...and make sure he gets some of this ointment or cream on the sore area
Luke..."

"I'm ready...." said Big Jake in a voice that sounded unusually hoarse.  He
continued his stare at Luke who surprised himself by picking up on the tone
his uncle used.  Big Jake got up from the chair and feigned a left hook to
his chin before grabbing Luke's butt in a quick squeeze.

"I'm not going to die Luke so relax and get that look off your face...Maybe
this weekend you will finally lift more than me...NOT..." as he padded down
the hallway to the front door and grabbed Luke's weekend bag. He flung it
over his good shoulder and noticed it seemed overpacked and a bit heavy for
just a two night stay.


" ...you guys get on the road and I will see you back Sunday...no later
than 9pm okay....have fun!"  said Luke's mother as her son kissed her cheek
and ran to grab the gray worn camera bag that he had set on the sofa in the
living room.  Off he went trailing Big Jake to the car, smiling to himself.
And with BigMeat awake - yawning and stretching as if it was morning.

TO BE CONTINUED


All recommendations and suggestions for Luke, Bobby and Big Jake are
welcome. Please email me your thoughts at: shyclout@aol.com.  Thanks.