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JP Dominates the Wrestling Tournament
|Every once in a while, JP would show off to other people too, especially girls, flexing his biceps and making them coo. He would say to them, “And they’ll be a little bit bigger the next time you see them.“ He would also lift up the bottom of his shirt and flex his ab muscles. They were tight and hard and getting harder. I remember I punched him in the stomach one time and it hurt my hand, while the punch barely phased him. He glared at me and said, "Can't you punch any harder than that?" When he took his physical for wrestling, he was 5 foot 8, 131 pounds with only 4% body fat, so he was almost all muscle! When we would change in the band room, I had more chances of seeing JP with his shirt off. Instead of the skinny JP we knew as freshman, he was chiseled and buff. His neck got increasingly wider as wrestling season neared. His pecs were gradually becoming slabs of muscle and they were perfectly accented by his beautiful six-pack. He had broad shoulders capped with a thin layer of muscle, which led to bulging biceps that rolled up into little round balls as he bent his arm, even without flexing now. As he kept growing, his lats started to widen, pushing his arms away from his body a little bit. His waist stayed as narrow as usual, not even forming love handles. I couldn't believe how big JP was getting. People were beginning to say that he was on steroids, but no traces were turning up in his physicals. No one could explain JP's sudden explosion of muscle. In only a year, he had gone from a 95-pound bony nerd to a 130-pound sculpted jock. His coach blamed it on puberty and all the working out he was doing for wrestling and that was probably the reason. I mean, JP wasn't the type to get into drugs. JP had been asking me all year to come to one of his wrestling matches. In fact, he tried getting everyone in band to go. He probably wanted to show everyone how he fought. Unfortunately, most of his matches either fell on days in which I was busy or were too far away to drive conveniently. Finally, in mid-February, one date came up that was perfect. I brought a girlfriend of mine with me. (She gladly said yes, saying that she wouldn't mind seeing a bunch of tight butts in spandex.) The match was on a Saturday afternoon in our high school. I arrived and immediately spotted a teacher I had had last year. I went over to her and asked if I could sit near her. I knew she was a big fan of the wrestling team and knew almost all of the wrestlers, including JP. Of course, because her husband coached it and both her sons had wrestled when they were in high school, she knew all about the sport and the team. I told her that this was my first wrestling match and asked if she could explain every once in a while how the scoring worked. (My girlfriend was completely oblivious to us the whole time, because, well, you know, so I knew I wasn't going to get much conversation out of her anyway.) The teacher told me that the team actually wasn't very good and had no chance to win any titles, but JP was one of their best wrestlers. “He’s only lost two matches so far this year,“ she informed me. “Wow,“ I exclaimed, my eyes widening in surprise. “I didn’t realize he was that good.“ “Yeah,“ the teacher continued. “And both of those matches were to a wrestler from GW.“ “Is he a favorite for the District Championship?“ I asked. “I would guess so.“ She paused. “You know, JP’s funny. He’s lost to this guy twice, although not as badly the second time, and yet predicts he’ll beat him at districts.” That's JP, I thought to myself. Finally, the match started and the whole team came out of the locker room, wearing their warm-up suits. I spotted JP and called out his name. He didn't look up. The teacher said that like most of the wrestlers, he always goes into a "zone" before his match. The announcer introduced the line-up. JP was wrestling at 130. The national anthem was played and the first match was introduced: the 103-pound weight class, JP's old class. I had forgotten that he had moved up four weight classes in only one year. "He's probably the only wrestler who trains all year,” the teacher said. “He's gained a lot of muscle in that time. He used to be such a skinny little kid. You could see his inexperience in the first few tournaments. But now, he’s improved so much. I can only imagine what he'll be like by his senior year." "I know what you mean," I answered back. During the first few matches, JP stayed on the bench with the rest of the team. There were four matches before his and four losses for our high school. I guess the team isn't very good, I thought to myself. As the 119-pound match began, JP got up from the bench and walked toward the wall behind. He then proceeded in taking off his warm-up suit. Like all his other teammates, he was wearing the wrestling singlet: a one-piece tanktop-like outfit with shorts reaching halfway down the thighs and a neckline curving to just below the chest. I hated to say it, but JP looked good in that uniform. I mean, almost all the other guys had muscles, but none of them were as well-proportioned as JP's. Some of the other wrestlers had great biceps, but their pec muscles were almost non-existent. And I swore that JP had gotten even bigger than the last time I saw him topless, barely a few months ago. He unzipped his jacket and calmly slid it off his upper body. His neck was now incredibly wide for his head, bigger than my own, and my body was overall, larger than his. His shoulders were broader than most of the other guys his size and they exploded into balls of muscle fiber nearly the size of baseballs as he did his overhead arm stretches. His biceps were thicker than ever. In fact, they probably had now gotten bigger relaxed than mine were flexed. His forearms were covered with veins that I could see even from the bleachers. His lats formed a definite V-shape from his broad shoulders to his narrow waist, which was no more than 27 inches around. You could see his ripped back muscles moving underneath the fabric of the singlet. He turned around. It was like watching an angel from heaven. JP's chest was amazing. It protruded just far enough so that the straps of his singlet made a small gap underneath his pecs between the fabric and his skin. He slowly pulled down his pants, first revealing his gorgeous butt held tightly by the elastic fabric of the singlet. Then, there were his legs. I had never seen his legs before, but they were just as muscular as the rest of him. Their small but chiseled muscles rippled as he shook them loose. His thighs bulged with every step he took and the back part of his thighs was among the biggest on the team, at least among the smaller guys. His calves also bulged like crazy, even when he was relaxed and when he bounced on his toes, his calf muscles danced along. JP had become an amazingly muscular athlete, who didn't seem to stop growing. Suddenly, I was brought out of my trance by the announcement: “On mat 2, wrestling at 130 pounds, JP Maloney of Central and Jon Halibut of West Farnham.” JP confidently walked toward the mat with of total determination. It was the same look that had haunted me so many times already, sending shivers down my spine. The other guy wasn’t nearly as confident. He was a couple of inches taller than JP and quite muscular but no where near as defined. The referee had them shake hands and then blew the whistle to start the match. Immediately, JP was on the other guy. I already knew that JP was strong, but he was also incredibly quick and agile. As soon as his opponent tried to hold him down, JP instantly got out of it. I learned that that was called a reversal. Every single one of his muscles was straining, yet he had complete control of the match His opponent was apparently trying every move he knew, but it was of no use. At the end of the first two-minute period, JP was ahead 9-0. "Wow, that kid is amazing," said the teacher next to me. The crowd was going crazy. Finally, one of our wrestlers was winning. JP walked over to his coach to get some more pointers for the next period. I couldn't imagine what they could be talking about; JP was nearly perfect. He was breathing hard. His chest was heaving and his arms, which stood quite a bit away from his body because of his engorged lats, were moving up and down. The most amazing thing was his vascularity. His veins bulged regularly anyway, but after a couple minutes exertion, they were almost ready to burst, pumping with blood. The referee called the two wrestlers back to the center of the mat. Once again, he blew the whistle to start the second period. In barely five seconds, JP was on top of his opponent, forcing him into defense mode. Not five seconds later, the whistle was blown. JP had pinned the other guy in 8 seconds, an amazing speed. Apparently, in high school wrestling, no matter what the score is, if a wrestler pins his opponent, he is declared the winner. The crowd was going wild. The referee took the hands of both wrestlers and then raised JP's arm in victory. The spectators on our side of the gym erupted in celebration. JP pumped his arms into the air. His biceps bulged with power, sweat pouring down every crevice of his body. He ran off the mat and into the high-fives and handshakes of his teammates. Then, he slipped the straps of his singlet over his shoulders, so that they hung down by his waist, revealing his chiseled torso. A chorus of girls screamed his name, but JP did nothing more than briefly glance up at them. “Obviously,“ the teacher said, “JP has his own fan club with the girls.“ I agreed. “I just hope he doesn’t get tempted by them, if you know what I mean.“ I had to chuckle a little bit. Surely, he would be smarter than that. JP did look like a Greek god. His skin was glowing with sweat and his incredible six-pack abs tensed and loosened with every breath. It was then that he noticed me up in the stands and waved. I waved back. He motioned me to come down to talk to him. I did and told how awesome it was to see him wrestle. “Geez, JP!” I was nearly at a loss for words. “I knew you were strong, but never knew you to be that fast. You were a blur!” "Thanks. I had 100% control of that match from the beginning," he bragged. "That kid had no chance …and he was a senior." I had to agree with him. "No one can withstand the strength of these babies!" As he said this, he flexed both his biceps. They were incredible with veins bulging full of blood. "14 and a half inches. Not bad for a 15 year old, huh? I can bench almost 200 pounds, no problem!" I couldn't believe how much he had grown in only a year and a half. My eyes wandered to his ripped stomach. He caught where I was looking, glanced down himself and said, “129 pounds, 27-inch waist, 2 and a half percent body fat.” He obviously was really pumped from his match. “It takes hundreds of sit-ups to earn these babies.” As he said this, he patted his rock-hard abs almost lovingly, as if they were his pride and joy. Well, they were in a way. JP took a few heavy breaths and then said something that startled me a bit. “Try to put your hands around my neck. “Huh?“ I answered, looking puzzled. “Now? Here?“ “Yeah, right now.“ When he was younger (and a lot smaller) I used to put my hands around his neck as if I was choking him, just in a joking mood. My fingers fit around perfectly with room to overlap. Ever since he started really gaining muscle, I stopped doing it. Therefore, I hadn’t “measured” his neck in a while. “Come on,“ JP assured me. “I’m not going to hurt you or anything.“ Hesitantly, I raised my hands to his neck. I was completely shocked. I expected to feel nothing but hard muscle, so that wasn’t what surprised me. JP’s neck had gotten so wide that I was unable to wrap my fingers all the way around it. My fingers were nearly a half-inch from connecting. “Pretty big, huh?“ JP was obviously proud of himself. “The base of my neck is wider than my head now. I noticed it last night when I looked in the mirror.” Sure enough, the spot where his neck intersected with his traps extending a tiny bit past his face. “Come on, push harder,” he urged. Knowing that I could never hurt him, I obeyed. I tried to stretch my fingers and push them into his neck to make them touch, but I couldn’t. JP’s neck was a solid tree trunk of muscle. I finally gave up and dropped my arms to my sides. “Now watch this!” he said, winking at me. He moved his head further back, making his neck even wider. It now arched past his jawbone, almost touching his ears. “That‘s the sign of a true wrestler.“ With that, he turned around to walk back into the locker room. Since his top was still down, his broad back was in plain view. It was a perfect V-shape from his unbelievably wide shoulders to his incredibly narrow waist. Plus, the two narrow but distinct ridges running down the middle of his back bulged and every muscle rippled as he walked away. His gorgeous bubble butt was perfectly highlighted by the spandex of his singlet. It was at that moment that I first was turned on by JP and realized I had a crush on him. It definitely wouldn’t be the last. |
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