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When 15 year old Bruce had gone sauntering by his young teacher's house he never suspected that he would be wrestling the dude in his basement gym. But there he with a full nelson on Stovall, who by then had stopped struggling under Bruce's raw power. Bruce finally released one hand on Stovall's neck, keeping him in a half-nelson and keeping his gigantic legs covering Stovall's, freeing up one of his hands to see what he would do. Bruce knew he could control him with only half the strength. But Stovall was no longer resisting. Bruce pushed his face next to Stovall's face. "Whatya doin down there?" he asked quietly. The teacher could feel the kid's smooth face touching his, and some of Bruce's long hair brushed against him. Next, Bruce was blowing in his ear, just to let him know that he could toss him around like a rag doll any time he wanted to. The young teacher was enjoying every minute of it! He could smell the muscle kid's perspiration from his armpits. God, it smelled great! He manipulated his loose hand so that he could feel Bruce under the arm and pick up the scent on his hand. He felt Bruce's smooth chest and his hairy muscular legs against his. It was a sensation he had never felt before. It was pure ecstasy being dominated by the young musclestud! He wished it could go on forever. Bruce released his hold. "Is that the best you can do?" he asked. "I guess so," Stovall replied.. "Then I better let you up," the kid said. They both got up and sat on the mats. "You should have done better," Bruce admonished him, "Someday one of the kids in your class is going to beat the shit out of you." "I guess you're right, Bruce, I should. Maybe you and I could work out together sometimes." "Yeah, I could give you some pointers," Bruce suggested. Bruce had begun to like the young teacher; he seemed to be a cool guy who was just a little smaller than he should be. "How old are you," Bruce asked. "I'm 25," he replied. "You should be able to take me, I'm only 15 years old," the kid replied. "I know," he said, adding, "Why don't you just call me Sean?" "O.K." Bruce said, "Sounds good to me." Then he continued, "I'll tell you what, Sean, if anyone at school gives you any crap, just let me know about it and I'll beat the shit out of them!" "You would do that for me Bruce?" he replied. "Sure. You've been really nice to me. Better than anyone ever was before. I can take any of the guys in my class and most of the guys in the whole school, and one word to me and I'll let them know that if they give you any trouble I'll pound the piss out of them!" "God, I'm sure glad that you came over today, Bruce, and that I got to know you. And you're in my class next year too, and you've got an A already. But don't tell anyone I said that." "Thanks Sean. Your class is really hard and that means a lot to me. And remember that I'll always be there for you if you need me!" "How about going upstairs for some cool drinks?" Stovall asked. Bruce liked the idea, because it was a hot, muggy day, and he was sweating hard. Soon the two were sitting together on the couch, talking about all kinds of things. Then Bruce told him about the way he was treated at home. Sean knew his brother. He had him in class two years earlier. "He got a D," he told Bruce. Bruce's eyes lit up. "You didn't like him either?" he asked. "No. And I like him less now after hearing how he had treated you." "Don't worry, Sean, by school time when I'm 16, I'll be strong enough to take him. He doesn't realize it yet, but his little brother will be bigger than he is. That's when I'm going to get back at him for everything he did to me all my life. One of these nights he's going to come home, all boozed up and ready for a fight, and he'll be one sick puppy when its over, because I'm going to pound the shit out of him. And it isn't going to stop until I drive him out of the house forever.," Bruce said. "You're probably as big as he is already," Sean said, "At least you got a better build, and you've taken on bigger guys than him in wrestling, so what makes you think you can't take him right now?" ”Well, maybe I could, but I'm not sure," Bruce stammered, "Because once someone beats you you're always afraid that you'll get beat again if you try to take them. But I know I'm stronger than he is right now. One of his friends told me that Bob can only bench press 200 pounds--at the most--and right now I'm benching 225, a couple times. Besides, I can tell by looking at him that my arms and legs are bigger than his, and I'm an inch taller." "So, what's stopping you?" Sean asked. "Like I say if I really pump iron this summer I know I'll be bigger and stronger than him, but I can't afford to buy Creatine anymore, and that was really helping me get big, so I'll have to make up for it with harder workouts. "How much is Creatine?" Sean asked. "A three-month supply costs me $50. And it made a hell of a difference when I was using it. I can tell because I'm not gaining muscle mass like I did before, and I'm doing heavier workouts besides. If I was on Creatine I know that by Fall I'd outweigh him and would out-muscle him too!" "That's no longer a problem Bruce," Sean said, whipping out a crisp $50 bill. "If you promise to use this for Creatine it's yours, because I want to see you win the next fight with him." "I never expected anyone would do that for me," Bruce said, "Because a lot of guys resent it that I'm bigger and stronger than they are. That's why I like to show off my muscles in the summer and wear my hair long. I'm waiting for the first one to make fun of me, because they'll be in for a bruising," Bruce told him. "You've been real nice to me Sean, and I'm really glad I came over today," Bruce said. With that he lifted Sean off the couch and hugged him hard. Sean thought he saw a couple of tears in Bruce's eyes. "Anytime you want to come over you're welcome here," he said. "I'll come over pretty often and help you out with some weightlifting, and maybe you might like to wrestle me now and then to see if you've improved any." Sean said that would be great "I can use your advice, and you're right--we should wrestle together too and see if I could pick up some tips from you. That would be super," the young teacher added. Bruce said he had to get back home then and Sean walked him to the door, and outside by the red convertible. "I could use a ride in that too," Bruce told him. "No problem, Bruce, you got it," Sean said. Stovall watched him as he left, wanting to catch every possible glimpse of the l5 year old musclestud, and savor looking at his broad shoulders, tapered waist, and powerful--beautiful--legs! He even carries himself like the musclestud he is, he was thinking. It's going to be great watching him develop. I can't wait to see what he looks like at 18. I can't wait for him to be 18! The teacher returned to the house. "God, what a day, what a day!" he said. To be continued. Comments to: OJT1O@netscape.net