From: lewj99@yahoo.com Hey guys, here`s a sequel to Taking On The Train, which I posted last year. Matt`s a year older, and he`s moving on to... BIGGER AND BETTER THINGS (SEQUEL TO `TAKING ON THE TRAIN`) by JL The trains just weren`t a challenge anymore, Matt lamented. Well, a fully loaded freight train was still a decent opponent, but the commuter trains were just a joke. He had crushed three others since that night he`d first taken on a train, over sixteen months ago - enough for the city transit commission to set up an inquiry to figure out what the hell was going on. Not that they would have believed that a 17-year-old boy, even one as highly developed as Matt, was capable of that kind of damage. The last time he had heaved one of the cars overhead and tossed it 30 feet, knocking a huge hole in a maintenance building. Still, he thought it was time to move on to bigger and better things. He`d be 18 in a few months, and he was feeling restless. He wanted to do something big, something that would make people sit up and notice. Something to test the upper limits of his raw, mind-blowing teenage power. These thoughts raced through his head as he wandered the nearly deserted streets of the city`s industrial district. A bank vault...not a bad idea, but it`d have to be something big, like a Federal Reserve bank, which they didn`t have. And that would take some planning. Demolishing a huge factory or building with his bare hands...maybe, but that might end with lots of innocent people getting killed. He wasn`t against the idea of using his strength to maim or kill, but only someone who deserved it. Someone who really pissed him off. There must be something though... "Shit, yeah! Why didn`t I think `a that before?" he yelled, a grin spreading across his handsome face. Yeah, it was perfect. But first, he`d need some wheels. Matt had lifted (literally) a BMW from a dealer`s lot, and that had been good for a while. But now he was in the mood for something a bit more...rugged. After ten minutes of walking around, he spotted what he wanted: a brand new, jet-black Toyota Land Cruiser, sitting at a red light. The occupant, an overweight, middle-aged man wearing a golf shirt, munched on a hamburger and idly flipped through the radio. He didn`t notice the musclebound brute approaching from across the intersection until it was too late. "Give me your car. NOW." Matt commanded, his voice booming through the open window. The man dropped his burger, his eyes bugging out, as he caught a glimpse of the huge young man 20 feet away. He didn`t look to be carrying a gun (aside from the 2 massive ones that bulged out of his shirt sleeves), but you could never be too safe. The man scanned the intersection for cross-traffic - none - and gunned the accelerator. Had he not spent the time checking, he might have been able to make it. Maybe. But as it was, but the time he hit the gas, Matt was too close. "All right, asshole, we can do it the hard way," he said, shrugging his helmet-sized shoulders. The giant SUV only made it about 20 feet before Matt shot out his left arm and grabbed the frame, just inside the driver`s side window. Fingers clamped down on metal as Matt took a couple of steps backward, easily bringing the Land Cruiser to a halt. The driver panicked as he felt the SUV`s tires spinning uselessly: he punched the pedal to the floor, but Matt just tightened the iron bands in his forearm in response. The SUV didn`t go anywhere; the driver just stared at the rigid, vein-riddled forearm in disbelief. The most unbelievable part, though, was that the man (or was it only a teenager, he thought? Jesus Christ!) didn`t even look to be straining. In fact, he looked downright bored. Matt glared at the driver from under his Red Sox cap. The dumb fuck kept hitting the accelerator, as if he thought it would make any difference against Matt`s pulsing, rock-solid arm. With a grunt, he started pushing BACKWARD, asserting his domination over the SUV`s mighty engine (which even now was starting to overheat). The driver changed tactics, frantically slamming on the brakes, then hitting the gas, anything to stop him...but it made no difference. The tires were wearing down to the treads as Matt shoved them along the asphalt. The crash-resistant frame was buckling where Matt`s thick fingers dug in. He muscled the SUV steadily back, ten, 20, 30 feet, until...BANG! It slammed into the front end something much heavier. A tanker truck. The truck driver had been watching the scene, mouth agape (not to mention getting a hell of a hard-on). He thought he was just seeing things, but when he felt the back end of the SUV thump into his grille, he knew it was for real. However that massive muscle guy was overpowering an SUV, he had no idea, but there was no way he could take on a truck as well. Matt sensed what the trucker was thinking and raised his free arm, slowing flexing his magnificent right bicep. It welled up into a mound of impenetrable rock, pushing the shirt sleeve clear back to the shoulder. "C`mon then motherfucker!" he roared over the straining SUV engine. "You think you can take me? Then FUCKIN` SHOW ME WHAT YA GOT!" He shoved with his left arm, knocking the rig back ten feet. Not knowing what else to do, the driver threw the truck into gear and hit the gas. Black exhaust filled the air as the truck roared to life, adding its horsepower to the battle. Matt felt the increased power through his left arm, the two huge motors challenging his seventeen-year-old muscle. His own thick cock started to harden with the thrill of the challenge, bulging out against his jeans. Matt`s arm bent back slightly as the two trucks gained a couple of inches, tires squealing furiously, blackening the asphalt. The driver silently cheered, hoping they had the upper hand. Every muscle fiber in Matt`s arm strained and bulged, stretching his sleeve in every direction. The shirt split open over his Gibraltar-like lat. But he wouldn`t condescend to using his other arm...he was gonna show these arrogant fucks the true meaning of power. Emitting a roar loud enough to drown out both engines, he flexed his bicep harder that he thought possible. A deep split developed along the swollen peak, traversed by a thick vein. The sleeve damn near exploded off, losing the battle against those twenty-three inch monsters. With a look of sheer intensity, he brought his arm forward again, shoving all those tons of metal back. The SUV`s frame creaked and buckled around the back, caught between the opposing forces of the truck behind and Matt`s arm up front. "AW YEAH! FEEL THIS FUCKIN` POWER!" he barked as he muscled the trucks backward, the combined forces of their engines no match against his hormone-fuelled fury. Black smoke poured from under the SUV`s hood, as the overstressed engine sputtered and died. With the SUV`s horsepower out of the picture, Matt could pick up more speed, practically jogging now. The first driver bailed out the passenger side door, fleeing down the street, but the truck driver kept futilely gunning the engine. Sweat streamed down Matt`s handsome face but he didn`t let up, flashing an evil smirk at the trucker. Pulling back slightly, he SHOVED the bent SUV into the truck`s grille, caving it inward and knocking the engine block off kilter. The trucker stared in disbelief as the dashboard buckled and cracked. That was enough for him. He dove out the door, and it was a good thing too, because Matt`s next shove sent the huge engine crashing through the dashboard. The SUV`s back end was embedded in the truck. Matt reared back and flexed his gorilla arms, twin cannonballs exploding from his upper arms in a freaky display of sheer power. Dense muscle fibers and tree-root-like veins fought each other for space. "Fuck with me, will`ya?" he sneered at the trucker, who sat awestruck at the side of the road. His entire body was limp, save for the massive hard-on that tented his pants. Matt motioned to the twisted, smoking pile of wreckage. "That`s what ya get. And that was just with one arm. Wanna see what happens when both these bad boys work together?" Without missing a beat, Matt went over and crouched under the tanker. He raised his arms level to his head and pressed them into the tanker`s underbelly. The entire mass groaned and shifted slightly. A couple of deep breaths and...BOOM. His already swollen arms exploded again, horseshoe triceps decimating the right sleeve (and what remained of the left one). The twenty-odd tons of metal shook as he pressed them overhead with arms that resembled twisted iron girders. Veins popped out along his fireplug neck and his shirt split open clear down the back. Even his shoulders burst through the fabric, giving the trucker a good look at the impossibly hard, ripped muscle underneath. The monstrous, muscle-fused vehicles rose into the air; Matt locked his gravity-defying arms out and held them above his head. The pavement actually started to crack beneath his feet. The trucker could only stare slack-jawed at this 17-year-old juggernaut before him, holding a fucking tanker truck over his head. Precum drooled off his cock and stained the front of his pants. He`d never been so horny in his life... "Now check this out, dude," Matt smiled, his own cock straining the front of his pants. He`d lifted trucks a couple of times before, but never over his head. Adrenaline surged through his snaking veins. He lowered the truck/SUV combo to shoulder level, the peaks on his biceps and triceps rippling like cobras ready to strike. He ROARED again, loud enough to make the trucker cover his ears, and pressed the whole fucking mess overhead, then down, pumping out reps with the groaning, twisted truck. Matt`s face was purple, the sweat poured off in rivers, his arms started to shake, but he just kept going. "Holy Mother of God..." the trucker moaned. That was it, the sight of this muscle monster, shirt hanging in tatters, cabled muscle bulging everywhere, with that immense superhuman power...he pulled his cock out and started jerking frantically. Matt pumped even harder at this sight, the evil smile returning to his face. Ten reps, then twelve...his arms were on fire, but he wasn`t about to give up...the trucker jacked off furiously, trying to hold back as long as he could..."YEAH!" Matt roared again, tightened his battle-armor pecs, and that was it. The trucker shot ropes of cum all over the street, moaning with delight. By the time he`d finished, twenty seconds later, Matt had it 15 reps. With a final superhuman effort, he HOCKED the back-broken truck and SUV overhead. It sailed about 50 feet, over the trucker`s head (he was still in such pleasure he barely noticed), and crashed into an empty warehouse. The roof caved in and part of the wall collapsed, sending concrete blocks spilling inside. Matt looked at the destruction he`d wreaked with his teenage muscle, and smiled broadly. His cock was practically aching in his split pants (the outline was visible against the tight denim), but he knew he wasn`t done yet. Matt walked by the trucker and gave him one more shot of his nuclear-tipped bicep; it was enough to make the trucker hard again, even though he`d just shot a huge load. Matt`s chest was heaving, his arms still red with the effort. "Next time I ask ya to get outta your truck, fuckin` get out," he sneered. He still needed transport though. He walked across the intersection, glancing back at the partially destroyed warehouse. "Musta been twenty tons" he muttered, admiring his freaky arms. "GodDAMN." Matt walked in the direction of a pick up truck, whose driver looked to be in a state of shock from what he`d just seen. As soon as he saw Matt coming over, he high-tailed it out of his truck...no way he wanted it twisted all to shit with him inside. Matt climbed in, turned the keys in the ignition, and gunned the engine. The truck and SUV had been a good warmup, but it was time for bigger and better things... END (for now)