Date: Tue, 30 Dec 2008 17:56:34 -0800 (PST) From: Bill Subject: Jamie's Story Part I: Intimidating Matt Jamie and I had grown up as good friends. By the time we reached high school the sleepovers stopped and we began to grow apart into different cliches. We still hung out and talked on the phone regularly but we weren't what I would call best friends anymore. He was always a superior athlete growing up and as my interest in sports began to subside as the competitiveness grew, his increased as he discovered it was his greatest gift. He played travel soccer which is what he was best at and also made the Varsity football team as a freshman, as a kicker. This year as a 15 year old Sophomore he was good enough to branch out as a wide reciever as well. Jamie was already 5-11 or six feet tall so he had good reach for that position and was quick on his feet with strong legs and speed. He was always very into his body and his physique, testing his strength against others and wrestling and displaying his physical attributes. Many times I, as one of his friends was the brunt of that. Growing up he was always a little bit taller and definately stronger than me. We both had blonde hair but his was lighter and he always had bangs down to his eyebrows whereas I'd keep mine short. I was probably as good looking as he was but he had sharper features and a smooth body and still at 15 didn't have to shave much at all. Neither of us had girlfriends. I was attracted to both guys and girls and trying to figure out what I wanted and he had always shyed away from dating, though he had some opportunities, so I suspected that he might be in the same boat. Especially since he seemed to take so much enjoyment in physical contact with other guys. Of coarse it had always been under the guise of wrestling and competition. Jamie started working out at 13 when he was given a full-body workout machine by his mom who he lived with. He was almost 16 now and I had never been around when he'd workout as he'd usually do it in the mornings, but I new he was strong as hell. He had huge traps and a thick neck that made him look formidable, a V-shaped torso and a big muscular butt. His thighs and calves were probably his strongest feature, built up from years of soccer and specializing his workouts in that area as per improving his soccer game. We'd go in spurts where we'd get together often and see eachother every day at school and then go a week without talking at all. He had a break during the early spring at the end of Sophomore year from all sports so he had some extra time and we were hanging out regularly. On a Friday after school one of my other friends and I were playing basketball at the courts at the park. We didn't really play basketball, we just stood around throwing the ball up towards the rim and sometimes it would go in. It was just a way to be outside and talk. It was hot out, already into the high 70's this time of year in Georgia. These other two kids started playing one on one on a court next to us. I knew both of the kids and one of them, Matt, I really disliked. He was shorter than me but stronger than me and in elementary school was a bully. He grew out of that but was always a jerk towards me and I knew he'd take pleasure in pushing me around. But they were doing their thing and not really bothering us, and although I had initially thought of just leaving, I decided to stay. In probably only ten minutes the other kid left and I saw Matt walking over to us with his basketball tucked beneath his arm. He was wearing UNC basketball shorts that went down past his knees and a baggy T-shirt. He came over to us and asked if we'd want to play. "I'll take you guys on two on one if you want... it's up to you, I was just wondering." He sounded somewhat civilized and my friend said "okay" for some reason, although I was probably inclined to agree myself. So we went back and forth for a few minutes and it was ugly. The two of us were totally uncoordinated and couldn't really get close to the basket and he'd dribble past us and go in for easy layups most of the time. It was probably about 10 baskets to two after about 10 minutes and it was all pretty lame. He really started to piss me off though because he was being ridiculously physical in shoulder-blocking his way past us. I think he gave me some special treatment on top of it. The courts were on the way for Jamie on his bike ride home from school. He loved riding bikes saying that they were the most efficient means of transportation available to mankind, which I suppose is true. And of coarse it was another way of excercising for him. And he came riding down the grassy hill from where the road was towards the courts. It was maybe a quarter of a mile until he reached where we were and he saw that we were playing b-ball and I knew he didn't like Matt already, just because of the way Matt was. At one point Matt went pushing past me en route to the basket and shouder-blocked me hard enough that I actually fell down. I sat up and looked at my friend, not hurt just frustrated at the way the game was going. Then I heard the sound of Jamie's bike hitting the court surface. He was wearing Umbro soccer shorts and a multi-colored soccer-style tank top, of which he had a lot of, and his backpack was around his shoulders tightly. Jamie rode his bike over to where we were and swung one leg over the seat and after a second hopped off the bike, shoving it to the ground. With the momentum of jumping from the bike he was walking very briskly over towards where Matt was and his face was red with anger. The ball was out by the free-throw line where it rolled after Matt's last basket and Jamie quickly reached down and picked it up and threw it out in front of him and drop-kicked it into the air and over the chain-link fence. Matt looked bewildered as Jamie stormed up to him and put one hand on his neck and the other underneath his arm and shoved him hard towards the fence. Matt was able to grab onto the fence and keep himself standing but Jamie was immediately in his face again. He put his right hand around Matt's neck and Matt reached up with both hands clenched around Jamie's wrist trying to pull his hand away. I looked up, still sitting on the ground and thought to myself that Matt was fucked because Jamie was a full head taller and undoubtedly stronger, not to mention the fact that he was definately in a rage. "You listen to me you little fuckin' asshole," Jamie said in a low, devious sounding voice. "If you so much as look at my friends again I'll twist you into a fuckin' pretzel!" The chain link fence was caved in to the point where I thought Jamie would push Matt right through it. He had no problem freezing Matt into place with one arm and I could see his flexed tricep overpowering Matt. Then Jamie stooped down to get to eye level with Matt and yelled, "do you fuckin' hear me!" Matt, who had been grunting the whole time choked out the words, "yeah, yeah." Jamie let go and stepped aside and the fence kicked back pushing Matt down to the asphalt. Jamie stood over him and by the look on his face I thought he was going to start stomping on him. But he just turned and without a word stomped off towards his bike and tightened up his backpack and picked the bike up from the ground, and hopped up on it. Just like that he was on his way. I looked over at Matt writhing around on his back. Then I looked up at my friend and I got to my feet and we just decided to get out of there and we took off. Part Two: Pushups We never really talked about that incident but it felt cool knowing that I had somebody who would stick up for me. It's not as though I get into a ton of altercations or anything, but I thought what happened was pretty cool in looking back on it. I went over to Jamie's house one night around nine on a Saturday and he was in his room. I heard music playing through the door and knocked, but figured he couldn't hear. So I opened the door slowly and walked in and Jamie was sitting on his bed. He was wearing Umbros soccer shorts and was shirtless. He was furiously doing alternating barbell curls and he looked up and said, "hey man what's up?" I noticed how vascular his forearms were and he had prominent veins popping through his biceps. "Not much what's goin' on," I replied? "Just working out." I sat down in his desk chair. He repped out a few more and stood up and began stretching his arms over his head. He walked over to his closet where he had a chinup bar set up and jumped up to it and just hung off of it, bending his legs up towards his butt. "Dude, I'm so bored when I'm in between seasons." I didn't really say anything and was reading some of the things that were on the homepage on his computer. I felt him staring at me though. "Hey would you do me a favor?" "Yeah," I said half listening. He paused a second and said, "if I do some pushups can I use you as weight?" "Yeah," I replied quickly. Then upon thinking about it after a moment I said, "well what do you mean?" "Just get on my back while I do some pushups." Well naturally I thought that would be hot but of coarse I had to curb my enthusiasm. "Alright." "Phat," he said and jumped down and picked up a tank top and slipped it on. "Dammit," I thought to myself. So he got down into the pushup position with his arms extended and I stood up and sat down on his ass with my legs straddling him. Then I leaned forward and put my arms around his torso and put my legs up over his legs. His back didn't have much give to it. It was like lying on a bumpy concrete slab. "You ready," he asked? "Yeah." "Put your arms around my neck," he said. "Wrap 'em around tight." I did so and he began cranking them out pretty furiously. It was very cool, like riding a bull. I hoped that while draped over his back I didn't get hard. He softly counted them out as he repped out 20. Then he held his arms extended for a few seconds and said, "hold on." He pushed himself up off the ground effortlessly and stood strait up. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. Of coarse it wasn't the first time I got a piggy-back ride from him but he was really pumped. Jamie walked over to a full-length mirror that was on the wall and raised his right arm and did a bicep flex. I looked at it in the mirror and he was looking directly at his arm instead of using the mirror, and he had a pleased, confident look on his face. "You done," I asked? "Nah, hold on." He lowered his arm and stood there staring into the mirror. I looked down at his legs and marveled at how strong they were and knew why he could shrug off my weight so easily. After sizing himself up for a few more seconds he pelted himself in the chest with his fist and said, "okay one more set." Jamie got down on his knees and then raised himself up by extending his arms and immediately began counting them off. At one point I realized I was squeezing his neck pretty hard without knowing it and I loosened my grip a bit. He didn't say anything about it. I wondered how hard I could squeeze his neck before I began to even phase him. He repped out 20 again and then stood up and said "aw that was a rush." As he said that he backed himself towards the bed and fell down onto it with me on his back. It was hot to absorb all his weight like that. Then he turned over and grapevined my leg and pinned me down. He looked good because he was pumped and all sweaty around the neck area. His tank top was tightly wrapped around his body. I reached up and playfully slapped him on the cheek because my arms were free. "Ha! You know you can't hurt me." "I tap out," I yelled. He increased the pressure that he was using to tie up my leg and it started to hurt. So I reached up and smacked him again, this time harder. His face didn't move an inch but it left a little red mark. "You are done for." Jamie grabbed my other leg and rolled me up so that my feet were almost touching my head. That kind of hurt my neck. "Let me go you fuck," I yelled. "What's that? Can't hear ya it's all muffled." I knew I wasn't strong enough to push him off so I tried rolling backwards the other way but he just held me there. "Okay I'll let ya go," he said as he released his hold. "Sure don't wanna break ya in half. I know you're weak," he said, sounding sarcastically sympathetic. "I was just about ready to wail on you," I lied. "Bring it on." Part Three: Spanking I uncoiled myself from the grapevine hold he had me in and sat up on the bed as Jamie stood there laughing at me. He looked good in one of his tight tank tops, although intimdating because of his size of around six feet for someone not yet 16. He thought he'd respond to my previous sarcastic comment. "Oh so you were just gonna start to wail on me eh?" As he said that he bent down and wrapped his strong arms around me and let out a loud, "rraahh," as he scooped me up on one shoulder. Jamie then stood up strait and started walking in circles around the room as I dangled over his shoulder, with my upper body draped over his back. He let one arm drop down by his side and had one arm around my waist like a vice. "Dude you weigh nothing," he bragged. My weight was not inconsiderable for a 15 year old but certainly wasn't more than he could handle. Then he toyed with me by bouncing me up and down a bit. Since I was facing the floor I could see his gorgeous calf muscles expand as he did so. I didn't want him to think I was defenseless so I gouged my fist into the small of his back. He responded by bouncing me a bit higher on his shoulder. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as he passed by it and I looked like a little kid being carried around. Not wanting to give up, I gave him two light jabs in the side of the stomach, in the obliques. There was no response, so I did it twice more. "I hope that's not supposed to hurt." "I don't want to make you lose your wind and drop me on the floor," I said. "Ha! There wouldn't be much of a chance of THAT happening," he said, confidently. So I gave him another shot, this one a bit harder, in the same spot. "You're such a sissy." Since he was taunting me I thought I'd let it all hang out. So I reached as far as I could to gain momentum and railed my fist this time, right into the same spot. It only seemed to make him stronger. "Rraahh, that's more like it," he yelled, feeling jacked up. With nothing to lose I reached out and nailed him again, right into the same spot. This time I held my fist there trying push it into his side. "Dude you can't even phase me." "Ugh," I breathed, and slumped, giving up. Jamie had still been walking slowly in circles the whole time but at this point he stopped. "Well don't give up. I love it when people try to take me on." I didn't even respond, draped over him like a wet noodle. "Come on," he yelled. With his free hand he slapped me in the ass. "Oww," I yelled. More surprised than anything. He laughed and wrapped me again in the ass. I had thick shorts on and it deadened the sting, but I was shocked that he'd do that. "Jamie, I will slap you in the ass so fuckin' hard it'll leave a hand print." "Whatever floats your boat tough guy," he said. I was looking forward to doing this and I wanted it to be as hard as possible. So I extended my arm out as far as I could spanked him square in the ass. "FUCK," he shrieked. Upon impact, Jamie buckled at the knees and dropped down into a half squatting position, but quickly recovered and bounced back up again. "Do NOT do that again you fucker," he said, while laughing pretty hard and trying to walk off the sting. He was wearing only Umbros shorts which are as thin as paper and did nothing to absorb the blow. I decided to show no mercy and began rapidly spanking him in the same spot as he trotted around the room trying to shake it off and giggling hysterically. I managed to spank him about five times very hard and he finally shrugged me off of his shoulder and onto the bed. I lied there laughing and watched Jamie trot around the room rubbing his butt. He turned his back to me and looked at his bare ass in the full-length mirror and screamed, "you fucker!" Then he turned while holding the back of his shorts down below his ass and showed me what I had done. He was bright red where I had hit him. "Serves you right," I said proudly. "God you are the only one who could get away with doing that. If anybody else tried to do that to me I'd break their face." I changed the subject. "Speaking of that I heard Matt is gonna get back at you for what happened at the basketball court." That was the first time we'd talked about that in the couple of weeks since it happened but I did hear that Matt was pissed and talking shit about Jamie. "Good," Jamie said. "I would love... LOVE to fight him. I would take him on any day of the week." I wanted to push him a little. "Do you think you can take him?" "Please. I could kick his ass with one hand tied behind my back." He went off into a rant. "I could snap his scrawny neck with one hand. I could pick him up and throw him like a shotput. And not only that but I'd take on Jay at the same time, too." Jay was Matt's friend who was at the basketball court that day but left before the incident with Jamie. We figured that Matt wouldn't go at Jamie alone, if he was going to at all. "I would body-slam that big tub of blubber," Jamie said, speaking of Jay. That was all I wanted to hear. I wanted to get Jamie even further fired up about Matt because I knew that Matt would confront him when he got the chance. And I was looking forward to Jamie taking care of him once and for all because I hated that kid. Part Four: Matt's Revenge Matt had been going around shooting off his mouth, arrogantly telling people how he was going to punk Jamie. I took enjoyment out of repeating everything I heard that Matt had said about Jamie to get him as fired up as possible. Maybe that made me an instigator, but Matt deserved to be beaten down. Jamie doesn't back down from anything, and I knew that the next time he saw Matt, outside of school, he would take it upon himself to approach him. Whether or not Matt would actually have the nerve to take Jamie on is another story. It was within a month of the basketball court incident, the weekend before final exams week at school, where Jamie saw Matt at the video arcade. I was just holding up the wall with some other friends. Jamie was playing this game for the longest time, working up a sweat. It was about a hundred degrees in there anyway. Matt walked in with a few other kids and immediately somebody noticed and mentioned it to Jamie who ignored it at first. But after a few minutes had asked someone if they wanted to take over for him, and another boy took his turn. Jamie stepped over to me and our friend Steve, who was a jock in the grade ahead, and he had a very serious look on his face. "I'm gonna go over there and fuck up Matt," he said in a deep and controlled voice. "In here," I asked? "I'll ask him to go outside." Jamie stormed towards Matt confidently, weaving his way through the people as we followed. He was wearing shorts and a baggy polo shirt. Matt saw him coming from the corner of his eye but pretended not to notice him. Jamie approached Matt and his friends and put his arm around Matt's shoulder. I could see the veins in Jamie's hand as he grabbed a handful of Matt's T-shirt. "So Matty I've been hearin' you and your friends wanted to try and knock me out," Jamie said all buddy-buddy, with a big smile. "Dude get the fuck off of me," said Matt while shrugging Jamie's arm from his shoulders. Matt turned to face his rival. "You wanna do somethin' to me you little wimp," Jamie prodded. "I'd love for you to take a swing at me." Jamie was wearing a baseball hat and he reached up and flipped the brim around to the back and put his face about a foot away from Matt's. Matt did look like he wanted to hit him right then and there, and his right fist was balled up. With Jamie so ready, I knew he'd have to swing pretty fast so that Jamie wouldn't block it or move out of the way. He was lightning quick. Jamie was still egging Matt on and he began looking at the two other kids who were with Matt as he spoke. "I won't even move a muscle, just go ahead and give me your best shot. Hit me as hard as you fuckin' can." "Uh-uh I'm not gonna do shit, so get the fuck outta my face, " Matt finally resolved. "Bullshit! You've been talkin' all this shit, now you're gonna back it up or I'll fuckin' turn you inside out." I glanced around and despite the yelling, because of the noise of the arcade it all really hadn't even drawn any kind of crowd yet. Then Jamie grabbed two handfulls of Matt's shirt and pushed him back. Matt quickly lunged back towards Jamie and took a quick swing to which Jamie ducked to the side of, slapping the back of Matt's hand as he followed through on the miss. Jamie, using only the force of his arms, pushed Matt back so hard that he fell onto the skeet-shoot ramp. "Oh shit," somebody gasped. Jamie looked down over Matt and said, "I'll be waiting for you outside. Let's go you punk!" He walked out of the arcade and we followed him, leaving Matt and his buddies behind. I looked back and saw Matt getting off of the skeet-shoot ramp, but Jamie never looked back. So we got outside and it was awfully muggy out. Jamie had beads of sweat on his forehead and upper lip and his shirt was getting damp around the collar. We were peppering him with comments about how awesome that was and sharing our doubts about whether or not Matt would come out. Shortly thereafter, Matt did come out. He walked briskly towards Jamie. "It's on motherfucker!" Jamie turned his back to him and motioned Matt to come on after him with his hands. Matt wrapped his arms around Jamie's arms and upper body and squeezed. Matt was pretty strong but it was pathetic because he could barely get his arms around Jamie's body and Jamie was so much taller. "What the fuck are ya gonna do, give me a kiss," Jamie taunted. Jay, who is Matt's overweight, even more despiseable friend, went to manuever his way around Jamie so he could punch him. Jamie just brought his arms up effortlessly and snapped Matt's interlocked fingers apart. He leaped towards the surprised Jay who was now reeling and Jamie grabbed him by his oversized T-shirt and head-butted him on the bridge of his nose sending him to the ground in a heap. That was impressive, I've never seen anyone actually head-butt somebody before. As Jamie turned, Matt had recovered and connected with a roundhouse on the side of Jamie's jaw. Jamie shrugged it off and Matt took a step back. Jamie rubbed where he had been hit and boasted, "you can't hit me hard enough to make me blink." Jamie turned a bit, facing us. "Watch this." And with that he bitch-slapped Matt right across the face, leaving an instant red hand-print across Matt's mouth which he clasped both hands over immediately. "Holy fuckin' shit," I screamed out of excitement. Jamie gripped Matt beneath the arm and with his other hand around the leg, and hoisted him up off the ground. He started walking towards us and at first I thought he was going to throw Matt at us. We gave way to the bushes behind us and Jamie easily lifted and held Matt in the air at eye level. Then he simply thrusted Matt into the bushes, with Matt's arms and legs flailing in desparation as he made the plunge. Jamie turned, and looked satisfied and unbeatable, with his hat still turned backwards. Steve and I, even Matt's other so-called friends, were all falling all over the place with laughter and joy. "Matt is officially fucked UP!" Part Five: The Pool One Friday night my parents had a barbeque at the house and Jamie and two other boys came over to eat and go swimming. Once it had gotten dark we got into our swimsuits and prepared to go into the pool. We had a little radio on the deck that was on and it was refreshing getting into the water, which was illuminated by the pool lights. Jamie's trunks went about half way down his thighs and his wet legs looked hot. I tried not to be noticed staring at his dripping wet calves and thighs whenever he climbed out of the pool. He was getting close to 16, and thinking back to about a year ago, he had put on a lot of size in that period of time. I noticed it mostly in the upper body. He had always been about an inch or two taller than me, but our upper bodies were about the same size, albeit he was much more toned and could easily overpower me. It was his legs that could stop a clock. Ever since I could remember, he had muscular calves and huge thighs. Jamie started building muscle tone on the lower body at about the age of 10. If you looked at him sitting down from the side, and he was wearing shorts, you could see the slab of muscle on the top of his leg and the tight-packed hamstring muscles underneath. He had perfectly defined abs, with a line going down the middle that I would love to run my finger down. Maybe then my tongue. Of coarse I knew that would never, ever happen. We were both way too awkward at that point to voice any of those types of feelings to anyone, let alone eachother. Jamie's shoulders were so broad now, and his neck and traps were getting so thick that I don't think that if I wanted to choke him, that I could phase him. We were wrestling and splashing eachother in the pool, and playing games. The two other boys were friends of ours. They were brothers, and were good looking, but smaller than I was. Jamie took on all comers. He'd stand on the side of the pool and pick us up beneath the arms and launch us into the pool. I was the third one to go, and he got pretty awesome height with the other two, who probably weighed about 120 pounds each. "I wanna go higher," I said, all excited. Jamie looked me in the eye. "No prob," he said with a wink as he gripped me roughly by the sides. "Goodbye," he yelled, and he bent slightly at the knees and hurled me into the air so that my feet probably got up to about his shoulder level, and I came crashing down into the water. As I submerged, I rubbed the water from my eyes and noticed the two brothers and Jamie wrestling on the dock. Jamie was on the edge and Adam and Eric were trying to push him in. This was a joke. He was planted there like a post. Jamie had his legs apart, one behind the other for stability, and was holding each of the brothers off with one arm. Finally he grabbed Eric by the bicep and lifted him up slightly off the ground and threw him in the pool. "Oh fuck," Adam shrieked and he tried to back off but Jamie had a hold of him. Jamie let him back off from the edge a little but kept his grip. Then he put him into a headlock and turned him around. With his free hand he started slapping the crap out of Adam right on his ass. I could see Adam's butt cheeks quiver with each slap beneath his wet swim trunks. The sound of Adam's screaming carried through the night air. He only hit him a couple of times, though. He didn't punish him too much. Eric was already beginning to scale the side of the pool to help out his brother. Jamie released the headlock and grabbed Adam by both arms and jerked him around so that his feet left the ground. He then started spinning around in circles, while poor Adam dangled in the air for about three or four turns until Jamie let go, catapulting him, belly first, on top of the water. Eric had now taken one step in Jamie's direction after dodging his airborn brother, and Jamie put his hands down at his sides and flexed his arms, pecs and traps, and screamed, intimidatingly. It was effective, as Eric turned as quickly as he'd come in and leaped back into the pool. Later on I was standing on the deck tuning the radio and Jamie and the brothers were throwing a Nerf football out over the water and taking turns jumping into the pool and catching it on the way down. Jamie came up from behind me and I felt him shove his head in between my legs. He jerked me up off of my feet and I went awkwardly into the air. He stood strait up and grabbed me by my calves to steady me. He stomped around the pool like a hunter who had bagged his prey. I enjoyed being up there, sitting on his hard shoulders. I reached down and covered his eyes with my hands, and with that he took a few quick steps and leaped into the pool, sending me crashing face first into the water. The water was up to about our chest at that part of the pool and I had come up before him. I took the opportunity to pounce at him the moment he surfaced. I threw my arms around his neck and upper torso and gave him a hard squeeze. He stretched to reach his fingers up to his eyes to rub the water out. "What the fuck do you think you're gonna do?" As he said that he began to make his way toward the ladder. "Get over here," I yelled at the brothers. "Let's push him under!" Before long all four of us were entangled. My head was above all, as I had edged up at the point where my stomach was pressed against the back of Jamie's head. He easily raised him arms to begin to fend off the boys, and I latched on to his neck. He was impossible to push down. What a bull he is! He pushed Adam and Eric away time and time again and made his way to the ladder. As he climbed the ladder, I freed up one hand and wrapped my fingers around his bicep. I wanted to get a feel, and I figured at that moment he wouldn't think anything of it, just that I was trying to hold on. His arm was tight, I could feel the lively muscles working beneath my hand. I then let go and braced myself with a grip of his neck and shoulder as he gave me a piggy-back ride over to the deck ladder. He had his hand and my legs which were wrapped around his waist. "I'm taking you for a ride," he said joyfully. He went down the ladder that led to the yard and leaped down over the last three steps, landing gracefully, absorbing my weight with his strong legs. Jamie took a hold of my arms and simply lifted them from off of his shoulders and shrugged me off. I landed on my back on the lawn. That totally sucked because the grass had just been cut and I had the clippings all over me. He thought it was funny and ran back up onto the deck. I called him every name in the book and I had to dry myself off in order to shed all the itchy grass. I slipped back into the water and we had settled down at that point and spent the rest of the time wading in the warm water, talking. It was an awesome night. I love having such a strong friend who likes to show off. Part Six: Workout "I'm gonna start getting into bodybuilding. I wanna get stronger." "You already work out and stuff," I said. "Yeah but I think I'm going to cut down on sports and get myself a gym membership and a workout routine." Jamie had just turned 16 and in the Fall was planning on going back to soccer, but also joining a gym and working out three or four times a week. He was a standout soccer player, with a lot of skill, and I imagine he can get into college on an athletic scholarship. "You don't think you'll get too big for soccer?" "I'll only go a couple times a week. Plus I'll do a lot of cardio at the gym. Build up my endurance," Jamie said. We were downstairs in my basement at something like 10:00 on a Thursday night. No school of coarse during summer vacation. I had a workout machine with rubber bands which I never used, but Jamie will play around with it when he comes over. We wrestle a lot in my basement because the floor is soft and the couches are old and we can jump around on them. "Look at this arm," he said as he made a bicep in front of my face. Jamie really had a nice peak. Even though he was obviously muscular, it was still surprising to see how big he was when he flexed hard. He was wearing breakaway pants and a sleeveless gym-style sweatshirt. "Let's see what you're benching these days," I said. He lied down on the bench and I set it to 135 pounds. "135," I said. "Psh, what do I look like a girl," he said? "Do it for reps." Jamie looked up at the bar and gripped it. I straddled him on the bench and sat down on his groin. "Don't get hard," I said. "Ha, if I do you'll know it." He let out an exhale and lifted the bar and started cranking out reps. Jamie got up to five and he had perfect form, breathing correctly, with an intense stare towards the ceiling. His arms, shoulders and pecs swelled with strength. On the sixth rep I grabbed the bar and started pushing down a little bit to test him. He upped the pressure and looked me in the eye, and grunted out each rep, louder and louder as I applied more pressure. I loved seeing the intensity in his eyes as he stared me down, his breathing heavier now, but still controlled. Jamie got up to 10 reps which was pretty impressive. He let the bar go and wiped the sweat off of his forehead and flung it at me. Now he had a devilish look on his face. "Come on, let's wrestle!" He locked his fingers together around my waist and he sat up. I struggled to no avail, as he got himself situated to stand up. Jamie hoisted me up with him as he stood and swung one leg over the bench. He got a hold of me underneath my arms and jacked me up over his head, arms extended. I let my legs go from around his waist and I was dangling a few inches off the ground. "Jeeeesus," was all I could say. "Rrraaahhh," Jamie growled as he stormed a few steps towards the couch and he thrusted me down hard. I started to get to my feet but he quickly put one arm between my legs and the other under my arms and picked me up. I clasped my hand around his bicep, basically just because I wanted to feel his muscle. He then proceeded to body slam me down onto the couch. Jamie pounded his chest in triumph. "Come on, be a man and fight back," he said. "Come at me." He stood tall with his fists clenched at his side. "I'll give you a free shot. Hit me right here." He patted his stomach. I was hoping to catch him somewhat off guard and made the desicion to go ahead and punch him right away. I hit him in the abs but not too hard. "Haha. No, seriously. I wanna test my abs. Hit me HARD." He looked extremely intense. I didn't have any problems with this because I knew he could take it anyway. So I layed into him, hitting him square in the abs at first, and then followed with a couple of jabs into the side of the torso. Jamie stood there like a statue, pumped up and impervious. "Come on, hit me. I can take it." This time I kneed him in the stomach. It made a resounding thud. He didn't even budge. "You know you can't hurt me," he said with a sly grin. I threw my arm around his neck and playfully hung off of him, letting him hold my weight up. "You need to lay off the steroids dude," I joked. "Yeah right," he yelled. Jamie grabbed his crotch. "If I was on that shit I wouldn't be so fuckin' big!" Part Seven: Getting Hot "If I was on that shit I wouldn't be so fuckin' big!" Those words resonated around in my mind and body for a while. That moment eventually changed our friendship. Before, we were physical with eachother and didn't really think about it. Now, we would hang out and look for reasons to be physical. Although neither of us were willing to break the ice and bring things past the boundaries of good natured horsing around, our friendship at this point was the best it's ever been. It was the height of summer, we had nothing better to do, and we were into one another. He knew I was into his body and he used it to impress me anyway he could. One night on a Friday I was to meet Jamie at his house after his soccer practice. He had an evening workout that night and when I got to the house he hadn't gotten home yet. I knew nobody was going to be there so I let myself in and turned on the light and waited in his room. After a few minutes I heard his bike on the driveway and he dropped it, and ran into the house. Jamie made his way upstairs and burst into the room. "Hey, what's up dude?" "How was practice?" "Nothin' I couldn't handle," he said. Jamie sat down on the bed and started taking off his cletes. He was intimidating looking in his soccer uniform. I noticed his pecs protruding through his jersey and caught his bis flexing out from underneath his sleeves. The soccer shorts would always slide back nicely to show off his tight hamstrings and well-rounded thighs. He threw off his shoes into the closet and pulled up and off his shirt which fell crumpled to the floor. He was wearing a near skin-tight sleeveless undershirt. Then Jamie did something that surprised the hell out of me. He looked up and strait at me and said, "what the fuck are you looking at?" "Have you got a problem," he said, threateningly. Jamie appeared to be serious and he stood up and balled his fists. "Uh, no," I said, not sure what was going on. I sat up a bit, not sure if he was really going to pound on me or if he was just playing. "What are you checkin' out my body huh?" "What?" He ran his hand across his pecs. "You were starin' at my bod and checkin' me out." Jamie moved behind me and smacked me in the back of the head. "I'm just playin' man." "I know," I said, awkwardly. Then he wrapped his arms around my body and lifted me up off the chair. He clasped his hands together and was squeezing the shit out of me. "Who's the man?" I looked down at the muscles in his forearms and the veins running down his arms. I coudn't help but wonder how hard he could squeeze me. I almost wanted him to just carry me over to the bed and throw me down. Only in my dreams of coarse. Then, with nothing else to do, I just grabbed onto his arms, to feel his strength. "So who's the man bitch?" "Fuck you!" "Don't piss me off BOY!" With that he let go of me and drove his shoulder into my stomach and hoisted me up in the air. He turned so that I could see myself in the full-length mirror. As I lie stretched out across his back, I couldn't help but notice his hot ass that was right in my face. I wanted to bite him right on his cheeks, but resisted. I wondered if it was by accident that he was holding me with his hand on my ass. "Check me out." Jamie raised his free arm and flexed hard. "Check out my guns dude." Every time I saw him it looked as though he was getting bigger, stronger. His body felt just a little harder. He walked over to the bed and let me get off of him which I only half wanted to do. Then he turned his back to me. I saw the sweat stain drying on his tank-top, in between the shoulder blades. "Come on and squeeze me now as hard as I did you." I got off the bed and grabbed him hard, clasping my hands together around his chest. "Harder." Jamie bounced his pecs a few times, mocking my grip. I've never seen him do that before but it was extremely hot. Especially considering I could feel it, not just see it in the mirror. So I put all my effort into it and it was like squeezing a statue. "Is that all you got? Come on, don't hold back. You know you can't hurt me." I put one last sustained effort into it and realized that I was semi-hard. Finally I exhaled and plopped down on the bed. "Damn you got me hard as a rock." Jamie turned to me and I looked up and saw that he had a major boner going on. He put both hands into his shorts and squeezed his cock like he was wringing out a washcloth. "Told you I was too big to be on steroids BOY!" Part Eight: Discovery "I bet you're as big as a moose," I said, hoping that it sounded seductive. I didn't want it to be obvious, because I didn't know how he felt, but I wanted Jamie like mad. Then he did something that will stay with me vividly as long as I live. He reached down and grabbed my hand gingerly. He looked me dead in the eye. "Will you fuck me?" His expression was as serious as a heart-attack. It a was weird, almost romantic moment. A sincere side that I hadn't really seen from Jamie before. I found myself eagerly staring at the rock-hard bulge in his shorts. Nervously, I glanced from his shorts on down to my hand, being held by his. Then I followed the veins up his sweaty forearm and ripped bi's. Looking up at his eyes I lusted after his gorgeous face and adored the blonde bangs curling down over his eyebrows. "If you want me to," I said, awkwardly. In retrospect I wish I had said something more thoughtful. "Does it look like I want you to," he grinned and gestured towards his hard cock. I felt like this was an amazing opportunity and I needed to make a move. I ran my hand up his arms and over his shoulder and pulled myself to my feet while grabbing firmly to the back of his neck. Then I forced myself onto him. I was tongue-kissing his neck and the top of his shoulders. The salty-sweat taste turned me on. He jerked his head back in agreement. I licked his Adam's Apple and up to his chin. I began kissing his sideburns which were shaved but frough from the razor. I could feel our hard cocks pressing against eachother. I turned him towards the bed and while kissing him ferociously, eased him down onto it As he lied back I reached up the pant-leg of his shorts and grabbed a handful of his cock. "Oh fuck yeah," he panted. I was pushing my tongue into his ear and nibbling on his ear-loab. Jamie was grabbing at the top of his tank-top and actually tearing the thing off of him. He had it half-way torn and I grabbed a handful of the fabric and helped him tear the thing off of his chest. "Get these fuckin' shorts off me," he demanded. Jamie thrust his hips into the air and I feverishly yanked his Umbros off and threw them across the room. I grabbed his wrists and wrestled his hands above his head and began licking the blonde hair in his armpits. He writhed beneath me and I switched back and forth between one and the other. I remember having the feeling that he was like a bucking bronco underneath me that was going to be overcome and throw me off at any time and just begin to ravage me. But he lie there, softly moaning and begging for more. He was weakly reaching for my shorts and I quickly yanked them off and threw them to the floor. Then I pulled my shirt off and I twisted it up and held it down across his neck, pinning his head to the bed. I forced my tongue into his mouth as he pushed back, engaging in a long, wet kiss. His pouty lips were tasty and warm. Having always worshiped his muscular body, I clenched my fists into his pecs, squeezing the muscle in my hands like clay. Then I put my face into his abs and ran my tongue up and down his six pack as he flexed them for me. "Keep going, I want this." I gave him a long lick down his fuzzy happy trail and felt his pulsating cock against my throat. Then all at once I went for it, reaching under him and putting my index finger slightly into his ass while grabbing his cock licking the tip of it like an ice cream cone. "Oh yeah, grab that dick!" This went on for a while as he squirmed beneath me as I moved my finger in and out of his ass, and played with his tool, much bigger than my own. Finally, Jamie let out a long sigh and began to force himself onto his side at first, and then eased over onto his stomach. "Come on I need you inside me." I looked down at his ass, hard, bubbly and muscular. His hole seemed so small I didn't even know if I could get inside. "Let me get the lotion," I said. I pulled the lotion out of the nightstand drawer and lubed myself up. Then I squirted a little on his ass and rubbed it into his hole. "Oh that's fuckin' cold," he complained, and clenched his fists onto the bedsheets. Then I positioned the tip of my cock up against his ass. "Do you want me?" "You fucking know I want you!" "How bad do you want me," I toyed with him. "I need you fuckin' bad." I pushed myself into him ever so slightly. "How bad you want me?" "Come on you little fucker," he shouted, "get into me right now!" Sure that it was his first time, and not knowing what I was doing myself, I entered into him very slowly. Jamie groaned with a little bit of ecstasy and a touch of agony all the while I penetrated him. His ass was tight, full of muscle and squeezing my cock hard. I continued pushing down deep, coaxed on by his writhing and groaning. His hands were still clenched into the bedsheets, knuckles white, veins bulging, muscles tensed. Soon I was in all the way. "Oh fuck yeah. Give it to me." I started to get into it, pulling nearly out and thrusting back into him. I went faster and faster as I grew more confident. Jamie was screaming. "Fuck yeah." "Oh fuck." I was pounding him. "Pound me. Harder!" "Fuck yeah!" "Fuck yeah!" "Fuck yeah!" "How hard do you want it," I said out of breath. "As hard as you can... beat me." I could see him stroking his cock as I pounded him. I was really giving him all I had and soon began to get tired. "You gonna cum for me?" "Almost there." Every muscle in his body from head to toe tensed up. He was pulling on himself ferociously, back muscles bulging. "Oh... uh... oh fuck... oh..." I continued pounding him, seeing it through. It seemed like there was an earthquake in the room as his entire body was shaking with each shot. "Oh... uh... oh... oh..." "Oh... ahh..." He slowed his stroking and I stopped pounding as he wound down his orgasm. I pulled myself out and began messaging his body. "That was so fuckin' hot," he said. "YOU are hot," I smirked. Both of us were full of sweat and I got off of him and pulled a towel out of the hamper. Jamie rolled over onto his back and lied there, cock still rock hard, pecs and arms swollen. He wiped the cum out of his hand with the towel and I laid next to him propped up on one arm, looking down at him. "That was a big load," I admired. "I'm not done." "What?" "Look how hard I still am." I grabbed him. Still hard as a rock. He looked at me lustfully. "Will you jerk me off? I need to shoot another load. You got me so horny." The boy definately had stamina.