Date: Fri, 8 Oct 1999 11:18:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scott Walker <gittes98@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Project

This is a follow-up to a previously posted story
called "Who's The Man?" Thanks to all who e-mailed me
asking for more of the same. This tale takes place
just before the events of the previous story. So if
you like plenty of attitude, I hope you enjoy this.


MY PROJECT
By- Scott Walker


	I'd just finished my last set of preacher curls. With
teeth grinding, veins popping,   and sweat pouring, I
racked the bar. I stood in front of the mirror, and
making sure all   were watching, hit a double biceps
pose. Gasps of amazement emitted from the guys in the
weight room. I look at my reflection, a smug
expression on my face, as I see the others staring
with envy and awe. My biceps are pumped, peaked and
powerful, over 17 inches of teenage power. I flex my
46 inch chest and my pecs harden, my stomach evolves
into a six pack of solid brick, my delts like
basketballs on either side of my shoulders. Here I am,
one week from the State High School Bodybuilding
Championships, 'Big' Ben Sanders; 6 feet 215 pounds of
prime teenage beef. A 300 pound bench and 400 pound
squats have turned this former fat kid into the
behemoth now showing off for his weight room buddies.
Fuck, I look awesome and everyone here knows it. I
decide not to waste any more poses on these guys, a
few of them now sporting noticeable bulges in their
shorts and sweats. They'll have to wait for the
Contest to get the full effect. Only a select few get
the honor of seeing this body up close.
	All right, so I'm a cocky asshole, why not? I can
have anyone in the school I want. Anyone.  Even the
chicks that think I'm a conceited, arrogant prick will
be all over me if I flexed a bi or danced a pec. I've
already made a few of them wet themselves on the spot
by doing just that. I'm never without my choice of
girls. I love fucking a nice tight pussy and making
them yell or moan with pleasure. But when it comes to
a quick blow, for me usually a guy will do. I found
that even the skinniest, wimpiest nerd sucks dick
better than any chick. I think it's 'cause they're so
in awe of my size and the thought of what I can do to
them if they don't comply. They may think they hate me
but when I strut down the halls in my string tanktop,
muscles bouncing with the slightest movement they
stare or scatter. When they hear me approach in my
snakeskin cowboy boots they all secretly want to be
me, be like me, or do me. I bet that same skinny nerd
will stand in front of his mirror, flex his pipe-stem
arms and envision having a pair of guns like mine.
I.E.- One day I had to take a piss during class. I
needed to go badly so I went into the closest can; the
'geek' washroom. At lunch hour I'd really pumped the
bi's and got incredibly horny. I stood at the urinal
beside a 10th grader from my Math class. Of course I
noticed him watching me with great interest. I
finished pissing and just as he was about to leave I
backed him into one of the stalls. With a look of both
terror and lust in his eyes he immediately sank to his
knees and was given the honor of blowing me. He wasn't
bad either, didn't even gag as I shoved my cock all
the way down his throat. I began flexing my arms and
squeezing the 17 inchers, this always helps me get off
quicker. After I came I left the kid to wipe the cum
off his face or keep it as a souvenir. Either way, we
both went back to class content.
	So here I was, one week before the Contest pumpin' up
the 17 + inch guns, bouncing my pecs and tensing my
thick striated quads and diamond shaped calves. A lot
of guys use the weight room but it mostly belongs to
five of us. Five hardcore, iron-pumping,
shit-disturbers who call ourselves 'The Muscleheadz'.
We are the elite, the Navy SEALs of the school. Our
motto is "The few, the proud, the pumped."  Membership
is limited and the initiation is brutal but those who
are accepted rule the school. We're not bullies, we
never pick on the weaker kids (well OK the kid in the
washroom was an exception) just the ones who do.  None
of us play football; no time, it takes away from our
training. We strike fear into the hearts of most
jocks, lust in the eyes of the chicks and envy into
everyone else.
	Last week we began to recruit yet another possible
member. His name is Randy and at 15, he's the youngest
yet to apply. But I really think this kid's going
places. He's so in awe of me and what I've
accomplished. I've decided to make him my 'term
project.' One of the first rules of initiation is that
that the recruit has to do whatever he's told without
question. We don't have him do anything dangerous,
just some at times outrageous requests to test his
mettle. I make no claims that he's anything other than
my protege. I already broke one kid's nose for
referring to him as "my bitch." However at the rate
he's proceeding I know Randy will be kicking this
kid's ass in no time. Tonight though we will be
testing his toughness to the max.
	Randy passed his first test admirably. Me and my best
friend and fellow Musclehead Chris invited him over
for a separate workout in my basement. This is where
the magic happens. This is where I pump, pose, and
flex, getting ready for the Big Night. Randy is one of
the few to be invited into this sanctum; most of the
other 'Headz have never been here. After a
sweat-inducing, muscle-popping workout, I practiced my
posing routine with Chris watching, giving pointers.
He then stood beside me, matching me pose for pose. At
the end of the routine all this testosterone had
flowed to our crotches. Both of us were sporting full
mast hard-ons, the heads of our cocks threatening to
tear the fabric of our posing shorts.
	"Shit, what if you get a hard-on when you're on
stage?" Chris asked with a sly look.
	"Well," I said returning the look, "I guess we'll
have to have someone there to make sure it doesn't
happen."
	Taking his cue without so much as another word, Randy
sank to his knees and began to give me one of the most
intense, bone-jarring blow-jobs I'd yet experienced.
This kid was a really good cocksucker. I was going to
ask him how he got so good but his mouth was full of
my 8 incher. He took my cock down his throat like a
pro, savoring every inch of it's thick meaty goodness.
In fact it felt as if he was sucking the cum right
outta me as I spewed all over his waiting face. He
licked up the residue, smiled and flexed his biceps.
Chris and I laughed at his inference. Last week we had
took him that cum was almost primarily made up of
protein, the number one substance for building muscle.
With the amount of spunk I and then shortly afterward,
Chris gave him made taking protein bars and shakes
unnecessary
 I shook my slowly deflating cock in his face, calling
this his 'protein shake.' By now Randy was at
full-mast and since he'd been such a good boy, I give
him a couple of tugs and he spewed his spunk onto my
hand. I feign anger so he licks up this spilled seed
as well.
	"Shit, with all the 'protein' you've been getting'
you're gonna be huge in no time."
	Randy looked up, smiled and once again flexed his
biceps.

	Randy had two more tasks to complete before becoming
a full-fledged Musclehead. Both were to take place the
same night. The first had us driving to the other end
of town. While Chris and I scoped out the appropriate
area Randy sat nervously in the back seat. When we
came upon a group of kids shooting baskets in the
playground of an elementary school, it looked as if we
saw what we were looking for.
	"Pull in dude," Chris said. "This looks like the
right place."
	We got out of the car and began walking towards the
boys. They appeared to be no older than Randy,
especially the biggest one. He wore a sleeveless
jersey and looked as if he had some fairly good
development. We told Randy to follow us. The game came
to an abrupt halt as the four boys saw us approach.
Two of them looked scared and ready to run but Chris
told them there wasn't any problem. I approached the
biggest kid.	
	"How ya doin'?" I asked, trying to not make him
nervous.
	"All right," he said, trying not to act nervous.
	I looked him over. He was shorter than Randy, but
compact and muscular. His hair was very short, making
his ears look larger and his face tougher.
	"You work out?"
	"Uh-huh."
	"You must be pretty strong then."
	Now I noticed the kid getting nervous. He probably
thought I wanted to fight him so I got to the point.
"Well, my buddy there," I pointed at Randy,  "says he
could kick your ass, no problem."
	"Him?" the kid said, looking Randy up and down and
sneering. "Yeah, right."
	"You don't think so?"
	"No," he scoffed.
	"Hey Randy, this kid doesn't think you can kick his
ass."
	By now the two boys were sizing up one another. The
other kid's friends gathered around as Randy
approached. He was feeling confident after an intense
workout and was eager to let off some steam but I
don't think this was what he had in mind. The two boys
began circling one another. The basketball kid shoved
Randy who then returned the gesture. After a couple
more shoves the two began throwing punches. Soon we
discovered that despite his size and increased
strength Randy wasn't a very good fighter. The other
kid was. He began getting the best of my protege,
putting him into a headlock and punching him in the
face. Randy's face was crimson as the other kid
increased the pressure but he refused to give up. He
made a few more attempts at getting out of the
headlock before Chris decided to break it up. The
basketball kid's friends whooped and cheered as he
claimed victory.
	"Next time be careful what ya say," the boy said.
	Little was said as we headed back to the car. Randy
was very upset. He knew that he had failed in his
attempt to become the sixth Musclehead. He sat
dejected in the back seat. Chris nudged me and made me
look at him.
	"Hey don't worry about it. It's no big deal." Chris
told him. "Ya ever heard the expression; whatever
doesn't kill you, makes you stronger'?"
	Randy nodded weakly.
	"Well, did it kill ya?"
	"No."
	"Then you must be stronger." Chris went on to tell
him that this didn't have any baring on his
initiation. He was proud of Randy for not giving up
even when he was getting his ass kicked. "That takes
guts buddy."
	As we arrived at our second destination we found the
other three guys; Rick, Mario and Aaron waiting for
us.
	"You pass this test, you're in." I told him.
	The other three 'Heads greeted Randy who was still
feeling dejected. All six of us had done an intense
balls-to-the-wall workout earlier and were eager to
proceed. I had my own key to the school weight room so
the six of us entered amid a lot of jocularity.
	"Better get pumped up," Chris said as we all started
getting back the pump we'd worked on earlier. When we
were done the five of us circled Randy. We told him to
strip down to his shorts and get on his knees. He did
so, a little slower than he would have normally.
	"OK." I told him, "here's the deal. No matter what
happens you cannot cum until we tell ya to. Even if
you don't touch yourself. You cum, you're out. Got it?
	"Uh-huh."
	The five of us then began a posedown. We pumped and
flexed for each other, trying to drive ourselves over
the edge. At the end of the session we formed a circle
around out recruit and began to jack off.
	"First one to cum is the winner," Chris said.
	With that the competition began. We all stroked
ourselves with one hand while feeling our arms, chest
or pinching the nipples with the other. I was so into
my own body I closed my eyes while I flexed my pumped
arms and imagined them being at least 20 inches. I was
brought out of my fantasy by a nudge from Chris. I
looked at him with a pissed off scowl and he nodded
over to Rick and Aaron. They were now rubbing each
other's crotch.  Mario also noticed and looked over at
us. We kept on beating the meat, none of us in any
hurry to be the winner. Randy was still on his knees
wondering what was going on. Then an amazing thing
happened, (for us anyway.) Aaron got down on his knees
and started sucking Rick's cock. I had to admit that
although this was something I said I'd never do,
watching our two friends going at it was incredibly
hot. Randy was eye-level to Aaron and we noticed the
pained expression on his face as his cock tent-poled
his shorts. Aaron was now really into it, and Rick was
moaning louder and louder. This was too much for
Mario. He shot his load all over Randy's ass and lower
back. We all whooped and oooo'd at his accomplishment
and picked up the pace. Rick had reached a point as
well and as Aaron pulled away, shot his volley right
into Randy's face and hair.
This was quickly followed by Chris who shot all over
his back, me who did the same and finally the sucker
himself, Aaron. Randy was now covered in muscleboy
spunk but said nothing. We told him to stand. He did
so and we noticed his cock was still at full mast, a
pained expression on his young face. He was so horny
he could barely stand straight.
	"Recruit, hit the shower," I said. "And remember what
I told ya."
	With that Randy scampered off. Chris, Mario and I
then faced Aaron and Rick.
	"So what's up with you two?" Mario asked. "How long
has this been goin' on?"
	Aaron stammered something about he and Rick just
wanting to really test Randy's
toughness, but none of us were buying it. Rick finally
admitted that the two have been fooling around since
the beginning of term. "We didn't say anything 'cause
we didn't know if you guys'd want us to stay in the
Muscleheadz".
	"Hey, I don't have a problem with it," Chris said. "I
kinda figured something might be goin' on. I just wish
you guys woulda trusted us with it."
	"Yeah, doesn't bother me," Mario said. He added that
Aaron's impromptu performance was one of the hottest
things he's ever seen.
	The four now looked at me, their leader. I tried to
look stern and make them feel uncomfortable (don't
forget, I'm an asshole) but finally I just said, "I'm
fine with it."
	Aaron and Rick both drew big smiles and put their
arms around one another as we headed for the shower.
	Just then we heard a loud yelp from Randy. Oh shit, I
thought, the kid's spurted. I was really disappointed
to have him come this far and fail now. Too bad,
'cause I really like this kid.
	"What's the matter?" Chris asked, a touch of alarm in
his voice.
	"Nothin'" Randy replied. "Fuckin' water's cold
though."
	I put my hand under the showerhead. The water was
ice-cold. And to our relief, no sign of spunk residue
anywhere.
	I looked at Randy and tried not to smile. "At ease
recruit," I said to the newest Musclehead.

Hope you all enjoyed this latest story.  Please
address any comments or constructive criticism to
scottw83@hotmail.com. 'Big Ben' may return for further
adventures pending reader request.