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The day after he pounded the hell out of his "big" brother Bruce headed for Sean's house. It was about 9 a.m. when he was at the door. Sean had gotten up late and was wearing only a bathrobe and his mesh briefs when he got to the door. "Come on in Bruce," he said, "What's happening?" They sat down on the couch and Bruce related all of the events of the late afternoon battle in the locker room. Sean was beaming. "God, I'm proud of you, that's the best news I've heard for a long time!" "Even better news is that Bob is moving out today. He's scared shitless of me, and his chest is all taped up; and he's out of football for the season," Bruce added. "Maybe the team can win some games now. I'm finally glad you got your revenge!" "I've got a surprise for you too Bruce," Sean said. "What, what what?" Bruce asked. "Well I didn't give you a birthday gift yet, because it was only a couple of days ago that you turned 16, so I bought you some things." With that he left the room and returned with a box with a Birthday card attached to it. Bruce worked away at the box until it opened. There was another three months supply of Creatine, along with several bodybuilding magazines. "Wow! This is pretty cool stuff, and I'm almost out of Creatine, this is great! Thanks Sean. Nobody else even gave me a birthday present," Bruce observed. Then he hoisted Sean off of the sofa, hugging him hard. He slipped the bathrobe off of Sean, leaving him standing in only his jock shorts. "I wanna see how much progress you've made," Bruce told him, "Cause I'm worried about you at school. There's a few new kids this year that are as big or bigger than I am. Let's measure you up," he said, taking out the tape measure. "Well you're bigger than you were, and some of the muscles are responding but you gotta work out harder," Bruce concluded. "Well, I'm not gonna get as big as you are," the teacher told him. "Maybe not, but at least you should get big enough to protect yourself. But if you don't you've always got me around to take care of you, you know!" "I know Bruce, and I really appreciate that. You're the best friend I ever had," Sean said. Bruce beamed with affection. "Tell you what," Bruce said, "Why don't you give me a piggy-back ride around the house to see how strong you are?" "I can't piggy-back you Bruce, you're 40 pounds bigger than me." "Then I'll give you one," Bruce replied, pulling off his shirt and trousers and revealing his rippled and muscular body. "Get up on my back and we'll play horse and rider. We do it in phys ed," Bruce told him. Sean jumped up on Bruce's back, wrapping his arms around his 16" neck, and Bruce caught his legs in his massive arms and started strutting around the house. Sean gripped him harder. He inhaled the smell of muscles, oil and perspiration from Bruce's armpits. The smell almost intoxicated him, and he felt more relaxed than ever before riding around on the back of the huge musclekid. He forced his cheek against Bruce's. "You doin’ okay?" Bruce asked. "I'm doing great," Sean said, "Let's go up and down the stairs!" After about ten minutes Bruce bent down and put Sean gently back on the sofa. "There, the ride is free," Bruce said laughingly. "You're a clown," Sean told him. Bruce just laughed and added, "Just horsing around." They spent the rest of Sunday together out in the convertible. Bruce did not want to return home until Bob had completely moved out. At dinnertime Sean took him out and bought him a huge steak dinner. It was on Monday a couple of weeks later that a new student enrolled at school. His family just moved from another locality. Stowall was teaching first hour and as usual Bruce occupied a front seat in the room. The period was interrupted by the principal who brought in the new kid, Brent Tolliver, to his first class. The principal handed Stowall some paperwork and said, "Maybe you can get him started." Bruce eyed him at once. The dark haired kid was really big for a 16-year old. Bruce figured he was about 6'1, 200. Bruce scoped him out as he stood there, towering over Sean. Brent had been kicked out of his last school. He had been a discipline problem, and the teachers could not handle him; he was too big for them. Sean directed him to a seat in the back of the room. About twenty minutes later the young teacher told the class that the rest of the period would be questions and answers. "I'm going to ask the questions," he added, "So let's ask our new student, Brent, if he knows how many members are in the U.S. House and the Senate?" "Whaaat?" Brent replied, "You can't ask me a fuckin question! I just got here. I just sat down!" "Clean up your language Brent. You don't use that language, not in my classroom!" "You twirp!" Brent shot back, "You and who else is gonna stop me?" Okay, you're going to the principal's office. Let's go," Sean demanded. The big, husky kid sauntered up the aisle, with a menacing look on his face. Towering over Sean he said, "Oaky, Dude, see if you can take me there!" "Come on!" With that he grabbed Sean's tie, pulling him to his chest. "Still wanna go?" he asked. Bruce bounded out of his seat, getting behind the kid and wrapping his muscular arm around his neck. At the same time he grabbed him by his belt in the back with the other hand. "You're going with me!" Bruce told him, and with pure muscle forced Brent out of the room. Once outside Bruce released him. "Now before we go you got a choice. Either you go back in and apologize to Mr. Stowall, or we go outside and you get to go to the hospital!" The new kid sized up Bruce quickly. He was bigger than Bruce, but Bruce was really built! He could try to take him, but he would get hurt--bad. He looked at Bruce's muscular forearms and tight fitting Levi’s that hugged his mammoth legs and thighs. Then he threw up his hands. "No need to fight," the kid said, "I might want you in my gang I'm starting." Bruce slapped his face hard with the back of his hand, stunning Brent. "Apologize," he said, "DO IT! And you call him MISTER Stowall!" Entering the room again Brent sheepishly said, "I'm sorry about what I said, Mister Stowall." With that he walked out. Bruce took him to the principal's office, saying that Stowall had sent him there with the kid. Stowall never encountered another discipline problem for the entire term. Even Brent became a courteous student in his class, but not in the others, and earned a B at the end of the semester. By the end of the term Sean, too, had seen progress from his bodybuilding. His weight was up to 165; he had a 40" chest, good abdominals and was looking toned all over. He was glad that he and Bruce had become close friends; it had turned his entire life around! NOW BRUCE HAS TO TAKE A VACATION FOR A BIT, BUT HE WILL BE BACK SOON AT AGE 18! Your feedback has been appreciated! J.T. Comments to: OJT1O@netscape.net