Date: Tue, 30 Dec 2008 17:56:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Bill <bill519159@yahoo.com>
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.