Francis' problem was that he wasn't naturally 'sporty' just not coordinated, if you follow me, though he was a good cross-country runner, but just no good at boys' team sports: football, rugby etc....so he just didn't join in with them, and as that was what everyone did during our freetime, it left him out....
After a while, I lost interest in football, as that was all we ever seemed to play, and so I would pal about with Francis during our recreation, and for some reason, we got into play wrestling....with a difference!
Francis was a bit of a freak physically, he didn't like sports as I said, but nevertheless, he was one of those lucky boys who was just naturally blessed with a fantastic physique. Francis was really muscley! Without any effort, he just had great, defined muscles and the strength that went with it, and that made him more than a match for me at our wrestling.
He was too strong in the upper body, and because he kept winning, I told him I wouldn't wrestle with him any more, as what was the point: he always won, (he was also a year older too!) So Francis proposed that he would ONLY use his legs, no arm holds for him just legs...so if I started on my knees, he would only be allowed to use his legs for submissions....
Fair enough I thought, that should give me a better chance... didn't quite work out that way.
Francis would always wrestle barefoot, and he had strangely prehensile 'monkey' feet with which he seemed to be able to 'grab' me or grab one foot with the other, to make some painful 'vices', and still make me submit! He had some bizarre holds, that I generally never saw coming: he was oddly flexible too, so got his legs and feet into strange positions, but what really got me, ( and I know he did it deliberately, as always sniggered doing it!), is that his favourite move seemed to involve him getting one foot behind my head, and applying increasing pressure with his other foot, right into my face! And annoyingly, he ALWAYS seemed to be able to get to this position from a variety of positions....
I was allowed to use my hands to defend against these moves, but the strength of his legs and feet was always so much stronger than my arms...legs are just so much stronger anyway, and Francis had some wicked calf muscles, so I could never get his bloody feet out of my face. He knew that, and just toyed with me, rubbing the ball of his foot all over my face for ages, before going for the submission! Many times he referred to me as his 'foot bitch', because of err, 'forfeits' that I had to do for losing/submitting in the bouts....
You can guess what that might have involved, LOL!
Anyway, we did this play wrestling most nights, and I occasionally won, but more often lost, and I could never work out why, when I could use my hands, and Francis couldn't....But in my 2nd year, we got a new gym put in, and so we took to that in addition to a little mat wrestling. Another boy, called Stephen, seemed to know how to weight train, and designed our workouts. Stephen was short, but stocky and really strong for his size.
So we started working out regularly with the new weights, and while Stephen and I made slow, steady progress, Francis just sailed ahead of us, getting bigger and harder much more quickly then we did. Like I said, he was a bit of freak physique wise, and even before he touched any weights, he had killer bicep peaks, and great natural, muscular shape to him: great calves and thighs, from his running, and his strange habit of walking about barefoot on his tiptoes much of the time...But the progress he made so quickly was frightening! Every single workout, he seemed to be able to handle more and more weight, and he just ballooned in size, from his already good physique to begin with.
After about six months, while Stephen and I had gotten a bit bigger and harder, Francis was absolutely ripped! When we measured him, he had gained 16 inch arms, 26 inch thighs, and had an incredible set of pecs on him, that most bodybuilders would have been proud of. And he was as strong as an ox, doing weights for reps, that we couldn't handle for maximums, and all this while he was only 15!
When we finally persuaded Francis to do some proper posing, both Stephen and I suffered the proverbial jaws hitting the floor, when he stripped off and posed before the mirrors, because he was huge, hard and ripped...and I mean ripped: 8 pack abs, flared lats, pecs to die for, and arms that anyone would have been proud to show off. But it was his legs that took the prize; big, hard and beautifully separated thighs with his awesome, God-given calves, that some folk will never gain!
He was an absolute brute, for such a young man, and we both knew that Francis could compete with that physique, if he wanted to; he just didn't have any weaknesses, and gained size so quickly that he could take his physique to any stage he put his mind to
I had a friend at school, who did something similar to me pal!! He was another of those really lucky "freaks", who was so incredibly 'blessed' with a ridiculously muscular physique, BEFORE, he even lifted a weight to earn it! I hated him, but was so bloody jealous of him too!!
ReplyDeleteIronically, also called Francis, I couldn't help but be drawn to him.....he had these incredible, detailed, massively veiny muscular arms, that just BULGED out of his sleeves, whenever he moved.....and he knew we had to watch him!
But the really scarey thing was his legs! They were HUGE! Big separated quads, hams, and the most perfect 'diamond' shaped BULGING Calves, that you have EVER SEEN!!! When he walked on his toes, (as he ALWAYS DID!), the veins in them seemed to EXPLODE out of Fran's calves, and he loved the way peoples eyes followed him, when he walked.....
Fran also LOVED to wrestle.....and just like you describe, he LOVED to humiliate you, with his power and his muscles! Fran's favourite move was to force you to submit, with his leg hold, which he could always get, by squeezing you between his massive thighs, or (as he much preferred!), between his calf & thigh, with his other leg "rubbing it in!"
In short, he wouldn't try for a submission, until he had had his fun, rubbing his foot into my face, forcing his toes into my mouth until I gagged, and forcing me to 'worship' his feet/calves/arms/pecs/ quads....etc etc
Fran was a bully, but it turned out, he was also gay!! And he later admitted to me, that, he got off, on both humiliating me, forcing me to worship him, but above all else, 'confusing' me sexually, LOL!!
That was his personal plaything....wrestling me into the submission, (that I would never give!), and then forcing me to worship his calves, thighs, arms, and loved abusing me with his bare feet in my face, toes holding my nose, and the STRENGTH of his feet, in making me 'black out', with 1 foot across my throat & his other forced into my eyes!!
I didn't know it then, but Fran was always watching my 'dick bulge', as he must have realized, that when he was in control of me wrestling, I was NOT in control of my boner....!!!
THAT was 'his triumph'! If I was nursing a boner next to him, he had won, but I was a year younger then Fran, he was FAR MORE sexually aware then I was.....
When he eventually confronted me, with his own gay sexuality, that was the end of it for me! And I felt weirdly "betrayed" by Fran, that our 'special thing' had been tainted, by him having to take it to an open 'adult' level!!
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ReplyDeleteYet I KNEW that what we did, our wrestling, his domination and my muscles worship was in some way 'sexual' to both of us.....I just didn't want it spelled out like that, in the open! (When Fran told me, that I was HARD whilst I struggled against him, and even harder, when he forced my worship, I didn't know how to deal with that....it seemed 'gay' when he put it like that, when before I sort of told myself it was 'innocent', boyish/childish fun & pleasure!)
Nonetheless, Fran took to working out hard, and I went with him myself, (still 'drawn' to him, but no longer wrestling, because of Fran's confession!) but being such a 'Muscular Freak", Fran gained muscle like a plasticine model.....From 1 week to the next, he was NOTICEABLY harder, BIGGER, MORE DEFINED, MORE Vascular, Stronger, More mature....The speed of the change in his body; the sheer muscle MASS, he gained so quickly & easily, but at the same time, what really scared me, I think.....he GOT SO MUCH HARDER, so much harder & leaner & horribly veiny too....
For the 1st time, that hard, muscular body that had drawn me to Fran, in the 1st place, NOW as a bona fide BODYBUILDER, really SCARED THE SHIT out of me, and I think he saw that in me, as we began to drift apart.....
( I was still drawn to him, and actually MISSED our old wrestling sessions, but Fran was now a real "Muscle Monster"....1 of those 'freaks' you might see on TV or on the cover of a Muscle Mag on the Newstand!
I was 'intimidated' by him, for the 1st time in my life, and no longer could be 'comfortable' around Fran, as we had been for years.....For example, when Fran invited me over before his 1st show, and when he stripped off to pose for me, (because he wanted to show me the amazing shape he was in!).....I had to leave.....I was 'uncomfortable' just being around him, or more accurately his body....(What I used to innocently 'admire' in my pal's muscular physique, and compliment him on, as a "beautiful, muscular arm/leg/back/chest etc..) was now a SERIOUS work, for others to appraise or admire, but I couldn't 'be' with him, to hear those talk about his body!! THAT same body, that I had so admired as a little boy, and loved to wrestle with...
When he saw my reluctance to get close to him, or even look at his body, for what it now was, as a work of "Muscular Development", (that I had always told him he should do, as he was so naturally muscular/hard to begin with, I wanted to know WHAT he COULD look like, IF he trained!), that really hurt him too!
I mean, he told me, he only tried the BodyBuilding, because I SAID, that he would be a Natural.....That he already had great muscley Physique, WITHOUT ever touching a weight....WHICH HE DID!!
As a boy, I LOVED Fran's muscles....he looked like a superhero to me as a kid, with his bulging biceps, triceps, thighs & calves, but more than anything, those VEINS, that crisscrossed his forearms, arms, legs...EVERYTHING! THAT was why I thought Fran was a NATURAL Physique champ!!
But as a young man, I looked on Fran now, as a MAN, (no longer a boy...my pal!)! And all I could see, was a big massive Bodybuilder Freak, like you see on TV or on the cover of Muscle Mags......
I could never wrestle this 'freak'.......(cont)
After only 6 Months, Fran competed and WON a local Bodybuilding Show!! He was like I had always thought, a "muscle freak",
(cont) I never had the decency to congradulate Fran, for his BB show win either.....A show he might never have done, had I not encouraged him with his physique.....I'm sorry about that....As an ADULT, I should have been able to 'see' Fran, for his 'Physique' as a Bodybuilder, NOT, the BOY who's muscles/body I used to wrestle & play around with, and enjoy, I admit, as well!
ReplyDeleteAs his 1st boy crush, I knew that Fran loved me to bits too, and maybe he 1st realized, that he liked how boys reacted to him and later, lusted after him!!
He 'came out' as gay to me, and I believe he would have wanted our boys' friendship, to develop, naturally into a 'Grown Up' Sexual relationship, and looking back, that's understandable....we had been great 'boy' friends together......Why couldn't we be 'Man' friends???....and I just had to admit, that I could only 'play' at enjoying his body.....I DID, but I didn't lust after his junk, like he did after mine......
THAT, is where the innocence ended.....(until....?)
It was at least 5 years later, and at a School Reunion of sorts, I saw Fran again, for the 1st time in ages.....Though I wouldn't admit it, I had kinda followed Fran's progress through the Amateur ranks, and I knew how much he had progressed; competing at National & European championships....and winning too!
ReplyDeleteAnyway, in this pub we had hired for the Reunion, there were some big, long tables, and I had parked myself down at 1 end of these, catching up with old school friends. Fran was at another, and I knew we'd have to chat sooner or later...and I'd already said hello from a distance.
So I go to the bar for some drinks, and when I get back to 'my' table, Fran has moved to the seat right across from me over the table. I take my seat again, quite conscious of him smirking at me: He's wearing those big baggy things that bodybuilders seem to love wearing all the time, but even through those, I could see just how massive he had gotten; those freaky 'double shoulders' going on, with huge traps over massively developed delts....and his giant, wide veiny forearms spread on the table.
There was a slight lull in the table's conversation, and Fran asks me how I am, what have I been doing, where are you living now etc etc?
And as I start to reply, I suddenly feel something pressing against my dick, under the table!! I've got people on either side of me talking away, but the sly look in Fran's eye across from me, tells me right away, that it's him!!
Sure enough, when I put my hand down between my legs, I find Fran's bare foot, with his painted toes, stroking my balls!
I say to him under my breath: "What are you doing? All our old school mates are around us here...Are you trying to embarrass me??"
Fran replies simply: "You've been a stranger too long Ray, I still remember how I could make you hard and how you would worship me, all those years ago!"
"Not here, for fuks sake! That was back when we were kids, Christ! We've grown up plenty since then!"
Fran continued to work his
foot into my groin, and against my wishes, I become aware that I'm getting erect against the high arch of Fran's foot, and I see him start to laugh a bit....
"Well seems someone has missed me at least, eh?"
"What do you want Fran? What can you possibly need from me now?"
"A good wrestle, for old times' sake....let's see how that would work out now Ray. I'm staying at the Premier Lodge down the street.....come back for a drink and a catch up, and you can tell me why you started avoiding me too!"
"Feel my leg Ray....have a good feel of my calf....it's even bigger & harder now, and you could never resist them anyway, LOL!"
"I'm going to the toilet Fran....you're out of order!"
But while I head for the toilets, Fran follows me, and inside, he pulls down his baggy jogging pants, to show off his bodybuilder legs to me.....and I can't stop looking!! His thighs are now 30" tree trunks, defined, striated, and ripped with exposed veins, but the calves, which were always his trophy body part, are PHENOMENAL.....like carved granite, HUGE, hard, vascular, and shaped like a sculpture.....
"Go on....have a feel! You know you want to anyway, LOL! Wouldn't you love to feel these wheels around you again??"