“I have no fucking idea!” I said, confused.

JP smiled at me warmly. “Ok,” he answered patiently, “we’ll go over it again.”

It was a balmy June evening and JP was helping me studying for my upcoming Trig final. We were sitting on the coach in his living room, textbooks and papers strewn all over the coffee table, the TV on low volume. I was lost when it came to math, so I was constantly in need of my boyfriend’s help. He was a whiz at the subject, just like he was at almost everything else. And despite my perpetual ineptness, he was a very good tutor, never complaining about having to explain a concept three and four times.

“Aargh!” I threw down my pencil and rubbed my fingers against my forehead. “I’m never going to get this.”

JP leaned over to me, allowing me to catch a whiff of his enticing scent. I looked into his eyes and melted like I always did. “You will,” he said softly. “Trust me.”

I smirked. “You almost had me believing that for a moment,” I remarked. Damn, he was so perfect! Who could imagine a guy with his looks and body could be just this side of genius? “I need another break.”

“Ok,” JP stood up from the couch. “You want a drink?”

“Sure. A Coke is fine.” I watched my boyfriend glide across the room and into the kitchen. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. His calves bulged with every step, the muscles in his wide back pulsated underneath the T-shirt, his ripped arms swayed as he walked. He was wearing the Packer shirt I had given him for his birthday and he was already starting to fill it out. It had only been a month since spring break, when he had gone through that sudden growth spurt. Though it had slowed, it certainly hadn’t stopped. Over the previous month, he had packed on another 6 pounds of muscle, weighing in at a sturdy 165 pounds. As I continued staring at him, I realized how beefy he was beginning to get. But he still was somehow able to maintain his incredible definition. I shuddered to think what he would look like by the end of the summer.

He looked back at me, knowing that I had been watching him, and gave me that piercing super-model look that made me fall apart. God, he seemed to get more gorgeous every day. I almost started giggling like a little girl. JP smiled. He knew what he was doing to me.

Just as he opened the refrigerator door, the unmistakable sound of jockish laughter came from the front hallway. I heard a door slam and knew immediately that Ryan was in the house. The place just reeked of his narcissistic stench.

“Man, I smoked yo’ ass!” his cocky voice trash-talked.

“Naw,” an equally husky voice answered, who I recognized as Luke’s, one of Ryan’s football buddies, “I’m just outta shape.”

“Well, then get back inta shape, fuck-face.”

Then, two teen behemoths entered the kitchen, obscuring my view of JP, who had been completely ignoring their presence. Ryan had his wife-beater slung over his massive shoulder, letting his bulky torso air out, his skin glistening with sweat. He and Luke had just been playing basketball in the driveway and were coming in for the night.

“I’m tryin’ to bulk up for camp,” Luke responded with a slight hint of defense, lifting up the bottom of the sweat-drenched football jersey he was wearing and wiping his face with it. Underneath were a distended, but powerful-looking belly and a pair of meaty pecs. He obviously didn’t have anywhere near the body that Ryan did, but he was still drop-dead gorgeous enough to ride in the upper echelon of high school society. In fact, if Central High School had been any other school, a school without the walking orgasm that was Ryan Maloney running it, he would probably have been the top stud.

“Where you going again?” Ryan smirked. I could tell by the look on his face that he knew the answer, but apparently loved to still hear it.

“JMU,” Luke begrudgingly gave up. Ryan grinned conceitedly.

“Ha,” he guffawed. “And you didn’t get a scholarship, right?” Luke shook his head bitterly. “Thought not.” Somehow, despite lackluster grades, Ryan had gotten a football scholarship to Virginia Tech. JP surmised that they probably needed wide receivers and since he was one of the best in the state, they offered him the money. And you can bet Ryan used every opportunity to remind everyone he knew of that.

He sauntered over to the fridge, lovingly fingering the Superman tattoo on his right deltoid as he did. Seeing JP there for the first time, he twisted his face. “Move it, dweeb,” he ordered his younger brother. JP calmly stood back as Ryan bent down and grabbed two bottles of soda, tossing one to Luke. I could tell JP was staring daggers at his elder brother’s back. He didn’t like being treated that way…and neither did I.

“Shit, that’s your little brother?” Luke exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at JP.

“Yeah,” Ryan answered brazenly. “What do you care?”

Luke shook his head. “Nothin’.” He had obviously not seen JP in a while and was surprised at how big he had gotten. “Man, he should go out for football next season,” he suggested.

Ryan scoffed. “You kiddin’ me? That kid’s a band dork.” He laughed again as he flipped the refrigerator door at JP, who caught it with quick reflexes. “Isn’t there a party going on at Lacey’s or something?” he asked, changing the subject.

“I think so,” Luke smirked. “What, you wanna fuck her again?”

“Naw, I was thinking of fucking that bitch, Kim.”

As the two jocks discussed whether it was worth it going to the party or not, JP retrieved a Coke and a bottle of water from the fridge and returned to the living room with so much as a side-glance to his brother. When he handed me the Coke, Luke did a double take and nudged Ryan in the arm. The two boys smirked.

“Well, if it isn’t my kid brother’s little friend, Matt,” Ryan drawled, strutting into the living room, Luke right in tow.

“Yeah,” Luke echoed like the sidekick that he was, “aren’t you the one whose mom gives those rubdowns to the guys on the football team?” I was silent, though pretty shocked he knew who I was. JP was glaring at him with narrowed eyes. “Yeah, man, she’s a milf.”

“Ok, that’s enough,” JP finally spoke up. “Matt and I are trying to study. Why don’t you just leave and go to that fuckin’ party.” He didn’t shout, but the intensity in his voice did the job.

Ryan curled his lip up as if he was amused, but the look in his eyes said something else. I don’t know what, but it almost looked like he was jolted for a split moment. “Whatever,” he retorted. “Fuck, Luke, let’s go.” With that, Ryan swung his enormous body around and led Luke out of the room. Just before they left out of view, Luke looked back and, motioning his hand like he was jacking off, mouthed “Milf!” I turned my head away. I couldn’t even look at him.

Once we knew they were gone, I looked over at my boyfriend. He was just staring sullenly at the floor. I knew what he was thinking. “Uh,” I started, “I think I’ve had enough with math for the night.” JP turned his head toward me and caught my eyes. “Do you wanna…”

“…go downstairs,” he finished and nodded. “I need to.”

I knew exactly what he meant, what he needed. I saw it in his eyes – that cold, intense fire that filled them to the brim – a fire that only his brother could bring out in him. He needed that fire to be let out and the only way he could do it was to lift weights. Somehow, the bursts of energy he used pushing or pulling all that heavy iron ate up that fire like a fuel-burning machine. And it boggled my mind how much he could lift when he had that fire. I followed him down the basement stairs tingling with excitement. I loved watching him push himself past his limits, or at least what I thought were his limits.

As he flicked on the lights, illuminating the dozens of plates and bars, an awesome shiver rushed down my spine. It did that every time I walked into that gym, knowing what magic did its work down there, transforming two seemingly ordinary young boys into a pair of teen studs.

I shuddered as I noticed JP eyeing the bench press with his debilitating stare of determination. Without saying a word, he walked over to the rack of weights and immediately started pulling 45-pound plates off the shelves. His biceps bulged menacingly underneath his shirt sleeves as he picked two up, one in each hand, and carried them effortlessly over to the bench. I immediately grabbed two more – having considerably more trouble lifting them than my much stronger boyfriend – and followed suit in sliding them onto the bar.

“Make it 295,” he said gruffly. I obeyed, going for a pair of 10s while he picked up two 25s. When the bar was loaded, I looked at it with dazed eyes. Only a month ago, this was JP’s max…but he had clearly gotten stronger since then.

Then, with one swift motion, he whipped off the Packer shirt, revealing the breathtaking torso that I had seen so many times – the shredded chest, the etched abs, the tiny waist, the thickening lats that pushed his muscular arms outward. I practically began drooling at its beauty. Still completely zoned, JP unbuttoned his jeans shorts and slipped them off his legs, leaving only his boxers on, hanging loosely on his hips. The muscles of his partially-exposed thighs shifted as he walked, his flaccid, but huge cock bulged slightly from his crotch. Stone-faced, he lay down on the bench and I nervously prepared myself to spot. He firmly placed his hands around the bar and, after a slight pause, easily lifted it from the rack.

I stared in awe at my boyfriend as he fluently performed eight flawless reps with a weight he couldn’t have lifted more than once only a month earlier. I didn’t even need to spot him, the set was so effortless. He slammed the bar to the rack and gazed up at me fiercely. He was far from done.

“Fuck, that was nothing,” he grunted. “Put 20 more pounds that this thing.”

I nodded and took off the 10- and 25-pound plates, replacing them with a third pair of 45s, all the while staring at his carved pecs softly moving up and down with his breath. How powerful those pecs are, I thought. They’re about to lift 315 pounds. I finished the weight change and returned to my position. With a deep breath, JP lifted the bar off the rack again and lowered it to his chest. Then, with a burst of energy, he pressed the heavy weight up and up. Slowly, but surely, the bar rose higher. His arms were quivering and his face displayed a look of determination. Finally, his arms straightened.

He took a deep breath and lowered the bar to his chest again. He was going to try it a second time. With his eyes shut and his muscles straining, JP forced that bar up into the air. It actually seemed to go up a little more quickly this time. The bar lowered to his now heaving and pumped chest once again. He was actually going for a third rep. A little more slowly this time, he pressed…and succeeded. Again. And again. My eyes were bulging out of their sockets. JP was going for a fifth rep with the heaviest weight he’s ever benched! I couldn’t believe it. His eyes were shut tight, every muscle in his body was shaking, his jaw was clenched, but he was determined. Nothing would stop him. At last, his arms straightened and I helped him put the bar back into the rack as he let out a primal roar.

“FUUUUCK!” he growled. “10 more pounds!”

When JP was on a roll, nothing got in his way. I obeyed once again and added the weight and we prepared to bench 325 pounds, a lift that would tie his brother’s max. The bar went down to his chest and then up. It almost seemed effortless to him. JP was amazing. He was unbelievable. He was a god. My mind was racing as his finished his third rep with 325 pounds. I was breathing almost as heavily as he was, and I wasn’t doing anything but spotting him.

JP looked at me again and hissed through his teeth, “10 more pounds.” His eyes were on fire. I had never seen him more determined.

I obediently loaded the bar to 335 pounds, a weight that not only would smash his brother’s record, but was more than twice his own body weight. I knew this is what he wanted, so there was no way I could stop him. JP was a monster. This was a little tougher for him, but he didn’t care. He finished the first rep with a scream. I couldn’t tell if it was from pain or determination or sheer ecstasy at beating Ryan’s record, but it was a sound I will never forget. My mind was in a fog and my eyes were blind with disbelief. Somehow, he pulled off a second rep and a third before racking the bar.

“10 more pounds,” he screamed. However, 345 pounds seemed to be the limit. He was unable to do a single rep. As we placed the bar into its rack one last time, JP let out a “Damn it.” He was such a perfectionist, he hated failing at anything, even if it was beyond him.

“335 pounds!” I gasped, still trying to find air. “You’re such a sexy beast!”

His steel blue eyes looked at me and I couldn’t hold back. Despite being upside-down, I gave the longest, most powerful kiss I had ever given anyone in my entire life. My hands groped his warm, hard pecs, while he hugged the back of my neck and head. The kiss left the both of us breathless. I collapsed backward onto the floor trying to catch my breath. It had been an unbelievable evening, seeing JP push his body past his limit and still have enough energy to give me the most amazing kiss I had ever felt.

As I remained laying on the floor, struggling to re-catch my breath, JP stood up. Somehow, he looked bigger and more beautiful than ever before. His chest was flush and heaving massively, his striated shoulders covered in veins. I sat up as he advanced toward me, his hypnotic gaze penetrating me deeply. His boxers had slipped a little below his hips, exposing a tantalizing sliver of the thick cock that lurked beneath.

I suddenly had an intense urge to worship my god-like boyfriend, to lick him up and down. I madly threw myself at his feet, holding on to his bulging calves, my breathing rapid. I zealously pressed my face against his rock-hard thigh, taking in their dominant warmth. My right hand blindly wandered up the inside of his leg, under his boxers, searching for the ultimate symbol of manhood. I closed my eyes, feeling the power that poured off of him.

Then, I sensed JP’s strong arm around my body, lifting me to my feet. I felt like I was flying through the air and completely gave up every ounce of my body to my boyfriend. When I opened my eyes again, I was greeted with soft, velvety blue – his eyes – no longer enraged with fire that had been burning there. They were now as tender as the softest cotton.

“I want you to be with me forever,” he purred.

He leaned in to kiss me again, shooting sparks of sensual passion through every pore of my body. He embraced me in his arms – I was in heaven being entirely surrounded by my incredibly beefy boyfriend. He may have been strong and powerful enough to bench 335 pounds, but he was still gentle enough to leave me feeling light as air when we made out. I fell slowly backwards onto the bench, JP guiding my every move. I moved my hands to his butt and pressed him closer to my body, feeling nothing but his massive muscles. My fingers slid between the ridges of his back and along his spine as our tongues wrestling with each other passionately in our mouths.

I reached his butt, pushing his boxers downward, up and over his elegantly-shaped ass. He moaned as I glided my fingers along his crack, wiping the sweat that glistened over his whole body. I felt his cock thicken against my stomach, growing harder and harder with each passing second. Then, he began pulsating his body back and forth over mine, all the time not removing his lips from mine. I slipped two of my fingers down into his ass, exploring his virgin insides for the first time. He groaned again, rocking harder and faster.

Finally, just when I thought I was about to pass out from the intensity of the moment, JP blew his load up my stomach. The thick, warm liquid seeped along my chest and down my sides. He slowly lifted himself off of me, leaving me breathless, covered in his jizz.

“Wow!” I exclaimed, once I had summoned up the energy to speak.

JP smiled at me bashfully, once again returning to the innocent boy that made him so cute. “Thank you,” he whispered.

I raised my eyebrows. He was thanking me? “So, how does it feel to be the strongest guy in the school now?” I said, grinning proudly.

JP blushed and leaned closer to me, his lips barely an inch from mine. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” he breathed. Then, with a smirk, he added, “and there’s a whole summer ahead of us.” •