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Bruce made it through seventh grade with flying colors. Stephen kept to himself and didn't bother anyone; he had learned a lesson from Bruce, and had not forgotten the beating he took in the schoolyard. That had never happened to him before. Each day, after class, Bruce would head for the weight room. He was learning a lot about bodybuilding from the coach and from some of the senior boys who kept up on the latest fads. Pretty soon he had convinced a young neighbor to buy him a supply of Creatine. His friend next door was also into bodybuilding, and took an interest in helping his young neighbor. At home, despite the fact that his mother was buying him new clothes to replace those he had grown out of, he got no recognition from his brother and his stepfather. They looked upon Bruce's bodybuilding as a "fad" that would soon pass, and dismissed his ability to ever become a successful weightlifter. Bob, in fact, thought the whole ego-trip was silly, and continued to poke fun at his younger brother. Bob was only 5'10 himself, the same height as Bruce now, but he weighed about 180, and muscled himself around high school. He showed very little interest in bodybuilding, and was taking up drinking at late night parties instead. On occasion he would come home half-plastered and stop first to dump Bruce out of his bed and onto the floor in the middle of the night. Bruce just took it without responding. He knew that if he said anything Bob would slap him around even more. Bob would go off to his room, laughing and cackling about his little brother. Sometimes the commotion would wake his stepfather, who would head for Bruce's room and yell at him for the mid-night disruption. "You little scumbag," he told him ones night, "if I hear one more sound out of you tonight you'll get the worst spanking you ever had, even if you are 13 years old. Bruce thought it was idle chatter, because at almost 140 pounds it was doubtful that ole stepfather would be able to get him over his knees to start with. Stepfather was almost six feet tall and weighted about 178, but a lot of it was flab now, including the expanding little potbelly that he was growing. Bruce fantasized about some of the seniors in high school that he knew coming over and giving stepfather a spanking. He knew they could do it, and to himself thought, one of these days I'll be able to do it too. Then, thinking to himself, he said, I'll do more than that to you someday. Someday you're going to have to hide after I get through with you. Bruce had something in mind, but he was not going to say a word then. When the school year was over Bruce worked part-time at a drive in. The remainder of his time was spent in the gym at school, working with the weights, and taking his daily dose of Creatine. He could see that he was putting on muscle, but at home he always wore a loose fitting T-shirt. He didn't want Bob and his stepfather making fun of him, and they seemed totally oblivious of his physical attainments--either making fun of him or ignoring him. Neither one seemed to see that this was a boy who was growing big physically. They never comprehended that he would be a physical threat to either one of them. By the Fall it was time to return to school and the eighth grade. On the first day of school Bruce noticed that he was bigger than any of his male teachers, whom he considered to be half-grown runts with glasses. Most of them were small men. Bruce figured he could take any one of them if they gave him any trouble. He was 14 now, and entered eighth grade weighing 150 pounds of pure muscle. He was still 5'10, but measured his height almost every day, hoping to grow taller. He especially wanted to be taller than Bob. He began growing his hair long, sort of as a temptation to the male teachers or anyone else who might chastise him about it, whereupon he felt he would challenge them to a wrestling match to see who was the biggest man--long hair or not. Every day now Bruce would check himself out in the mirror. He noticed the emerging pecs, the result of a lot of bench presses. They really looked impressive in his smooth chest, which was beginning to acquire six-pack abdominals. He noticed that he had a 13" bicep, 29" waist and an impressive 40"chest. And then there were his forearms, the best responding part of his body. They were powerful looking and his wrists must have been as big now as his stepfather’s. He loved looking at his forearms at every opportunity. He was still the biggest boy in class and his nemesis Steve had left town with his family before school started. During the summer, every time he would see Bruce he would take off running, just to avoid him. Bruce liked to laugh about that. He looked forward to the new school year. It not only got him out of the house, but gave him a greater opportunity to work out more. He also went out for wrestling that year in the junior varsity, and won all of his matches. When they paired him against the bigger high school boys, however, he still had a lot of catching up to do. But for a 14-year-old boy he was making great strides. He looked forward to his freshman year in High School. -------TO BE CONTINUED.