EAGLE CREST PART 3 by JL So yeah, by the time September rolled around I was pumped and ready. Between hittin` the gym five times a week and that job haulin` around heavy shit, I was just bustin` out all over. Wrecking that guy`s garage was such a rush, man, the best fuckin` arm workout I got all summer. Didn`t get any more chances to do serious destruction like that, but I did get to break some shit I was takin` away. Smashed up some dining room chairs into little pieces, broke a table in half over my knee, flattened some more empty paint cans. Even bent some copper pipes, couldn`t get them into a u-shape, but they were big. The other guys couldn`t believe it, they were big dudes, strong too, but they couldn`t keep up with me. Man, I can`t tell ya how great it is to be this big and strong. Just commands respect. And if I`m doin` all this shit at 15, fuck, can`t wait for the next few years. I`ll be bendin` bigger things than pipes by the time I`m 18. First day of school, sophomore now. New school, Eagle Crest High. I was gonna make a big impression. I stood in my bathroom shaving - pretty much have to every day now, hell, maybe I`ll just let it grow out sometime - and looked at the reflection in the mirror. I had a big growth spurt and was about an inch short of 6 feet. Thick, round pecs, just getting some hair on `em. Hard abs, not totally cut like those pussies in the infomercials, but you could make out the 6- pack. Shoulders carved from a summer of carrying heavy loads. And the guns, dude, I was fuckin` proud of them. I dropped the razor and slowly flexed the right arm. I watched as it peaked, filled with power, that little zig-zagging vien on the top. 18 and 1/4 inches, hard as fucking steel. I pulled my arm in, flexed the forearm, watched the striations ripple. "They ain`t gonna know what hit `em," I said. I picked out a button-down shirt, nice one, cost me 70 bucks a few months ago and it was already gettin` too tight. Not that I gave a shit, I liked `em that way. I left the top two buttons open, they woulda been too tight anyway, like the sleeves. I could see the `ceps bulging under the fabric, and I wasn`t even pumped. Pulled on a pair of jeans, flexed my quads and watched them stretch against the seams. Shee-it, those mothers were turnin` into tree trunks! I made a mental note to measure `em the next time I got a good leg workout. My one-rep max was already up to 1600. Did ya catch that? Over three-quarters of a fuckin` TON. Man, at this rate I`ll be leg pressin` the equivalent of a small car `fore I even get my license! I strode out into the warm September morning, pullin` on the shades for the perfect look. The walk was only about 10 minutes, and I started getting looks soon as I got close. Most of `em were just glances, they thought I didn`t notice, but I did. The guys were just as wide-eyed as the girls, if not more. They probably thought they were hot shit, but they looked damn scrawny next to me. Bet they never even touched a weight in their lives. I did see a few big guys standing around the entrance, maybe football players or wrestlers, decent sized arms. They were all lookin` at the biggest dude, looked about 6`2", dyed blond hair. He was showin` off a tat on his arm, rollin` and flexin` his arm for the other guys. Looked like a real dickhead to me. I got to my homeroom, 114, and went straight to the middle desk, center row. I always sat there in my old school, and wasn`t about to change. There was some little geek there, chattin` with his nerd chess club friends or somethin`, he didn`t even notice me coming. I stood there for a second, dropped my backpack, but the geek didn`t get the hint. So I had to take matters into my own hands. I squatted down, grabbed the underside of the desk and chair, and lifted it off the ground, nerd and all. "What--" the geek snorted. He turned and his face went even more pale when he caught a glimpse of the monster guns that were holdin` him up. His nerd friends gasped and stared. Man, it wasn`t even that hard, the fuckin` little pencil neck couldn`t have weighed more than 110. I leaned in a bit closer, made him sweat a little. "This is my place now. You and your little geek posse can find somewhere else. Understand?" "Yes - yes, sir," he mumbled. I put the desk down and shook my arms out, making sure the geeks got a good look at all the dense muscle and thick fibers. I made the right `cep bounce, enough to make their eyes get even wider. "I mean now!" I barked, smashing my fist down on the next desk over, hard enough to crack it. The geeks gathered their junk and shuffled off to the back row. I sat down, more like wedged myself into the desk. Man, they musta brought them in from the junior high school. They sure as hell weren`t designed for a big dude like me. The other students came in, all gave me that sideways glance. Couple of hot girls in the bunch, they looked at me a bit longer, and I smiled back. Still, I wasn`t gonna settle for some tenth-grade Britney wannabe. There had to be somethin` better. The teacher walked in, old guy, probably in his 50`s. He focused on me. "Ummm, excuse me, this is a sophomore homeroom. The senior homerooms are upstairs." I gave him my best shit-eating grin. "No, sir, I`m in the right place. I`m Zach Robillard. Just transferred in." He put his glasses on and checked the list. "Robillard...ah yes. Sorry about that." "No prob. I get it all the time. No idea why." ----------- The rest of the morning was pretty quiet, just the usual first day bullshit. Lunch came, so I followed the herd to the cafeteria. The food looked like shit - I guess some things never change. I sat down and started in on it. Why couldn`t they serve food with protein? I coulda gone for a t-bone steak right then, not that pile of Hamburger Helper reject. I was about ready to toss the shit away when the jocks sat down behind me. They started talkin` weights, so I listened. "Yo Brandon, what`d you say your bench was up to?" "Four hundred. For reps." It was that dude from this morning. The other guys whistled. "Dude, yer a fuckin` machine!" "Yeah. Ain`t nobody in this school can come even close." I had to scoff at that one. The jocks all turned around, Brandon slowly standing up. Yeah, he was big, arms were maybe even a bit bigger than mine, but he was bulky. Looked like a cocky bastard too, probably thought he was king of the school. And there was only room for one cocky bastard in this place. "Who in the hell are you?" he sneered. I stood up myself, just as slow, and flexed my lats out a bit. "400 bench? What are you, a senior? Man, I busted through that last year, back in ninth grade. Looks like you got some work to do." "Bullshit. That`s impossible." He rolled up his sleeves, like he was tryin` to intimidate me with his biceps or somethin`. That may have worked on the rest of the weaklings here, but not me. He shoved the trays off the table, sat down and slammed his right arm on the surface. "You think you can beat this? Then show me, cocksucker. Nobody in this school`s ever pinned me. Ever." "First time for everything," I sneered back, taking the challenge. By now a huge crowd had gathered. I rolled up my own sleeve a few inches, stretched and flexed a little, enough to get a few gasps from the crowd. I sat down and locked wrists with him. I could see his `cep ripple as he tightened it, so I tensed mine back. Fuckin` seams were stretchin` already, and I didn`t even have a good pump yet. Brandon stared at me, and mumbled, "You`re goin down, asshole." I spat to the side. "Then show me what ya got, big man." One of his jock buddies put his hands over our locked fists. "One...two...three...GO!" Brandon lunged his arm, thought he`d go for the kill, but only got my arm down a few inches. He grunted and pulled harder. Yeah, the dude was strong, but he was really strainin` to get those few inches. I gripped the edge of the table with my left hand and started fighting back. I could feel the blood pumpin` as I muscled his arm back up to vertical. Dude looked shocked that I was beatin` him back, sophomore up against a senior. I grunted back and flexed hard, enough to pop a coupla seams. That got the crowd going. I was breathin` a bit hard, but Brandon was really struggling. "What`s the matter, bitch?" I said. "Can`t handle this sophomore muscle? That 400 pound bench ain`t helping you much now." He tried to look tough, but I could tell the pussy was scared. I gripped harder with my left hand, and could feel the table crack. With an evil grin, I poured on the real power. No fuckin` contest then. I wrenched the football jock`s arm down, slow but steady...he tried to hold out, yelled and swore, but it was no use. I slammed his arm down and roared in triumph. The crowd started cheerin`. Man, I was fuckin` stoked! I leapt up and shot the crowd a bicep pose. Looked like a goddam cannonball on my upper arm. I pulled the tight sleeve over it, flexed as hard as I could...and busted the son- of-a-bitch right open. Everyone cheered even harder. I dropped the pose and looked down at Brandon. He was holding his right arm, looked like he was in pain. "By the way, I`m up to 620 on the bench. Just thought you`d like to know." Brandon looked furious. Not to mention humiliated. "I`ll get you, punk. This ain`t over." He and his jock friends stormed out of the cafeteria. By then some teachers had showed up to see what was going on, so everybody went back to their lunches. One of the teachers gave me a puzzled look, taking in my swollen right gun and split sleeve. I just smiled back and shrugged. "Guess I don`t know my own strength." ----------------------- By the end of the day, I was a hero. Word spread like wildfire bout me beatin` the asshole jock. Girls came up and asked me to flex; I was so pumped I was damn near ready to bust outta my other sleeve. Guys wanted to talk about training, how much I could lift, askin` if I could pick up cars, shit like that. Man, I fuckin` loved it. First day and I was already top dog. After last period, I worked my way back to my locker, stopping to chat and flex. By the time I got there, the place was emptying out. As I started opening my locker, this unbelievably hot babe came around the corner. Man, what a fuckin` hottie! Long blond hair, low cut shirt, big, firm tits, and a tight little ass. Must been a cheerleader. Just my type. I could feel my cock startin` to get hard already. "You Zack Robillard?" she said, smiling. "The one and only," I smiled back, leaning my free hand against the locker, enough to make the corded muscle tighten. That caught her eye. "I`m Christina. Listen, I heard about what you did today, and I was wondering if you wanted to get together later." She leaned in and whispered, "Let me feel those big muscles of yours in private." Oh man. My hardon was raging now. "Sure thing babe," I whispered back. "But why wait?" I brought my right arm up and slowly flexed it, goin` for maximum effect. She gasped and ran her hand across the growing peak. She could barely fit her hand over it. "Wow, it`s so hard..." she moaned. I dropped my books, put my other hand on her ass, and went in to kiss her... Suddenly I felt a big hand on my shoulder. "Get the fuck away from my girlfriend!" Brandon. Before I could react, he spun me around and clocked me one in the jaw. I staggered back, almost knocking Christina over. The lower half of my face stung (most guys woulda had a broken jaw though), and I wiped a trickle of blood from my mouth. "I got news for you, dickhead," I said. "She was the one hittin` on me." That was it. Brandon looked enraged. "All right. I don`t know who the fuck you think you are, comin` onto my turf, makin` me look like a fool, stealin` my girl. We settle this now." He peeled off his shirt and tossed it aside, then made himself look big with a lat spread. He was built pretty hard, thick hairy pecs, heavy shoulders, broad back. I couldn`t tell if he spent more time in the gym or poppin` steriods. Wouldn`t be enough to take me on though. My shirt was a goner anyway, so I ripped it off and hit a most muscular. Wanted to give him a look at the muscle that was gonna kick his ass. We circled each other for a few seconds, then Brandon threw a punch. I dodged it easily and he slammed his fist into my locker, hard enough to leave a dent. The few students left started gathering around. I spun around and kicked him in the gut, hard enough to knock the wind outta him. As he doubled over, I grabbed him in a half nelson and leaned in close. My cock was still hard, and it ground into his back. "Maybe I should just fuck you here," I muttered in his ear. "Show your girlfriend what a bitch you really are." That pissed him off even more. Somehow he managed to grab me and flip me over. I crashed into a row of lockers, knocking a pretty big dent in three or four of `em. "We`ll see who`s the bitch," he roared. Before I could get up, he landed three quick punches, but they hit my pecs, so I didn`t feel much. I shot back with a roundhouse punch that sent blood rushing from his nose. I could feel the adrenaline flowin` now, fuckin` spiking through me. He staggered back, so I charged at him, like a tackling dummy. I SLAMMED him back into a door, which blew off its hinges. Man, there wasn`t enough room here. "Let`s take this outside." I snarled. We stumbled to the door, the crowd parted to let us out. Brandon didn`t wait though, he grabbed me in a bearhug. I could tell he was gettin` tired. He squeezed hard, I could feel his pecs grinding into mine. He was breathin` fast now, and I was hardly breakin` a sweat. "Come on, jock boy, that all you can give?" I said. I flexed my hard muscle body back, and he struggled to hold on. I raised my arms up, pushin` back against his...muscle against muscle, power against power...and broke the hold with a roar. I threw him back and he fell to the ground, so I jumped on him and grabbed his chest in a scissor hold. Needed a quad workout. I flexed those big motherfuckers, felt `em dig into his stomach and back, cuttin off the air. He tried to fight back, tried to pry my legs away, but nothin` short of a tank was gonna move me. I squeezed harder, heard some cartilage pop, saw his face turn red. "Ok...you...win..." he gasped. "What was that, bitch?" "YOU...WIN..." Fuck yeah! I let go of the scissor hold and jumped to my feet. Brandon, former big cocky muscle jock, just rolled to his side and gasped for air. The crowd backed away from me now, looked at me in awe, like I was a fuckin` God or something. Man, I felt like one too. The blood was pumpin`, every muscle was full and flexed. I hit a few poses for the crowd, showin off, loving every minute of it. Yeah, I figure I`m gonna like Eagle Crest. --------------------- Course, I got in a lotta shit for that fight. School suspended me for a month, recommended counseling, some crap like that. I glowered at the principal the whole time, gave him a `you and what army?` look, think I made the point. My mom was pissed, gave me a lecture on responsibility, not using my strength in anger, blah blah blah. My dad, he sat there and nodded, but I think he was secretly proud. His 15 year old son had kicked the ass of the biggest, strongest jock in school. So I got a month off now. I`m supposed to write an essay or some shit, but man, I`m just gonna be training my ass off. Got a big reputation to live up to at school now. Don`t wanna disappoint. Off to the gym now. Catch y`all later. END