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This story chronicles my experiences with a former student named Joe, a young misfit who would later resurface and rock the core of my peaceful existence. I imagine every school has a Joe, that square peg who could never seem to fit into any circle. My Joe was the smallest boy in school with unfortunately the largest temper. He was not a good student nor athlete and was continually ridiculed and bullied because of his short stature and brooding behavior. My name is Edwards and I had been teaching and coaching in a local junior high school for about ten years. My students all respected me because I treated them fairly and equally including "Little Joe". Although I could not motivate him to learn, I always had a soft spot for Joe and he trusted me. At age 13, this small, barely 5 foot tall boy found contentment only in a fantasy world of guns and combat stories. In an effort to improve his self-esteem, I was continually encouraging him to work on his physical development through daily push-ups and chin-ups. And during his frequent visits to my home, I invited him to workout with me and tried several times to get him to join my wrestling team. Joe didn't have much going for him, but he was blessed with a set of broad shoulders on his otherwise small frame, and I thought he could have made a decent wrestler. Of course I knew his temper would have prevented him from competing successfully in any sport. I saw less and less of Joe when he entered high school. I heard that he was constantly getting in fights which may be the reason he dropped out of school and joined the military. I thought about him occasionally and wondered what had or what would become of him. Little did I suspect the role this young man would play in my life. It happened late one hot August night around 11 p.m. I was grading papers in my robe at home when I heard a knock on the front door. I opened it to see Joe standing there dressed in a sleeveless green army jacket over an old T-shirt. I hadn't seen him for two or three years, and he looked like an entirely different young man. I instantly noticed that his small frame had filled out considerably. His voice had lowered, and he now sported a thin, ungroomed brown moustache, and he looked...well he looked good! Despite the late hour, I was happy to see him and anxious to hear what he'd been up to. Joe came in and we talked for a couple of hours about his life in the military, his recent dismissal due to "authority issues" (which didn't surprise me), and the usual stories about guns and combat. However, all throughout our conversation, I couldn't really listen because I couldn't keep my eyes from checking out Joe's obviously reconditioned and well-built body; in fact, I could concentrate on nothing else. I kept waiting for just the right time to comment on his physical improvements. His new look was causing something quite confusing to happen inside me. I was getting this lump in my throat and chest and stomach which I had never experienced before. I couldn't explain it, but there seemed to be a kind of sexual aura about this young man that I found extremely exciting! I had not dealt with any homosexual issues in my life and found it difficult to accept that this strange attraction to Joe, of all people, was happening to me. His neck and shoulders were the focus of much of my attention. Over the last six years since Joe had left my classroom, his neck had grown thick and powerful giving him a new rugged look. His naturally broad shoulders had certainly fulfilled their destiny and extended wide beyond his jacket and my expectations. I also couldn't help noticing the powerful looking forearms extending below his shirt sleeves. Here in front of me was a new, much improved, Joe. Even though it was a warm evening, while I was enjoying "watching" Joe tell his stories, my body began to shiver and shake from this strange new feeling I had never experienced before. What was happening to me? I finally chose an appropriate time to comment on Joe's physical appearance by asking him about his training regimen. I told him that he looked fantastic, that his shoulders and forearms especially looked so strong. My bold observations and enthusiastic compliments seemed to please him greatly and he responded by tensing his forearms, making a roadmap of veins appear, and proudly displaying them for my approval. I was definitely impressed with Joe's new confident attitude and found it hard to believe that this powerful looking young man had emerged from the small boy who once needed my protection and friendship. No, there was obviously a new kid in town...and he was here in my home causing an inexplicable anxiety within me. Joe seemed quite proud of the attention I was giving his remodeled physique so I poured on the praise secretly hoping this would encourage him to remove that old jacket and maybe even take his shirt off. I felt ridiculous having these thoughts, but in my mind I was secretly scheming of how to get Joe to remove his shirt without sounding too bold. I began to tremble and breathe excitedly with anticipation. Joe told me he had kept up with those chin-ups and push-ups I continually encouraged back in junior high. He claimed that he did over 100 push-ups each morning and each night and that he could chin himself over 30 times without stopping. Since Joe was known to exaggerate and since I knew how difficult even 10 chin-ups were, I doubted the truth to these claims. He began to talk about the tough physical requirements imposed on him in the military and the many hours he had spent pumping iron over the last few years. Very aware of his new look, he smashed his fist into his palm and bragged that he was anxious to meet up with a few of his old "buddies" who had picked on him throughout school to see if they still wanted to comment on his size. I thought to myself, "Joe, you're still only 5'5" and your classmates would have grown too" but I didn't say so. I think he sensed what I was thinking however because he responded with a wink and said, "Here, let me show you something." He dropped to the floor and sure enough performed 100 perfectly executed military push-ups! I was shocked and quite impressed. The boy was strong! As he sat back down on the couch, he pulled his shirt sleeve up over his shoulder and said "check this out".. My eyes nearly fell out as I sat there hipnotized by a hard flexed, baseball shaped bicep. Joe saw my disbelief, laughed, and began to proudly flex his arm, alternately admiring himself and checking out my expressions of awe. Statements like "Good God, Joe, you've got muscles!" and "I just cannot believe this is you" streamed from my mouth. He continued by showing off his forearms again pointing out the powerful looking veins pumped up and hard from the push-ups. I was physically shaking now where it was noticable to Joe. It wasn't cold and I was embarrassed by my body. Joe couldn't explain it either. He stopped flexing and advised me to just take some deep breaths and blow them out slowly. I did so with embarrassment hoping he hadn't suspected that he was responsible for my inexplicable behavior. Joe must have made the connection, however, because as soon as I gained control, he looked at me with a knowing grin, pulled up his other sleeve and began flexing both biceps for my approval and benefit. I was mesmerized by his muscular arms and his confident attitude. He must have flexed his arms ten or more times occassionally looking at me, his former teacher, who was so thoroughly enjoying the show. I was getting stimulated by watching Joe admire himself, confidently turning his forearms and wrists different ways for effect. The effect was making me crazy! I tried hard to control my quivering body, but this display of muscle was turning me on and I tried to hide my erection inside my robe. I always prided myself on keeping in good shape so that I could keep up with my young charges and also maintain their respect. And now that the conversation had become about his physical development, Joe asked me if I still worked out. He had come over several times years ago, and I usually used his visits to get in a workout since I had little interest in his gun stories and didn't want to waste time. I told him the weights were still in the back room and breathed a long sigh of anticipation as he headed there without an invitation. I could tell Joe now felt quite at home around exercise equipment. I keep about 180 pounds on my bench and was very impressed when Joe laid down and quickly ripped off a set of 10-15 presses with seemingly little trouble. Here was this young man who I figured to weigh 145-150 pounds, easily handling a weight this 185 pounder often struggled with. He racked the weights, got to his feet and grabbed a curl bar. He pulled his sleeves above his arms and began doing bicep curls, first with the bar, and then with 30 pound dumbbells. I could see the strong muscles working in his powerful arms and continued to comment on his incredible transformation. Every time I made statements like this, I could see Joe smile and could feel my crotch move. Could it be that I was being physcially turned on by Joe's exhibitionistic qualities? I had never watched anyone take such pride in his body and so willingly want to demonstrate its strength. Yes, admittedly, it was a turn-on. Joe would again alternately watch my reactions and arrogantly admire his arms in the mirror as he continued to curl. He was putting on quite a show for his teacher and I continued to spread the praise on thickly...possibly too much so, because that's when things went a little crazy. Joe put down the weights and slowly removed his sleeveless army jacket. By the look in his eyes, I think he must have realized that I had been anticpating this moment since his arrival. With a teasing attitude, he pulled his shirt up to his lower chest revealing a hard, flat stomach rippling with a wall of abdominal muscles. He brushed his fingertips down his abs as he bragged "here, check out these chick magnets". He repeatedly ran his hands over plates of sexy stomach muscles as I yearned to do the same. I unabashedly asked Joe if he minded if I filmed him with my video camera. He quickly said, "sure" seemingly not questioning my motives. I rushed to grab the camcorder not believing my good fortune. When I returned Joe was still admiring his abs in the mirror. I turned on the camera and Joe put on a show for me. He flexed and rolled his abs, pounding them hard with his clenched fist. Joe knew I wanted to see more, but he was going to force me to ask. Finally, as casually as I could, I requested, "what else have you got?" Joe grunted a sound that said "watch this" as he raised his shirt to his shoulders to expose the sexiest looking chest I had ever seen! He slowly ran his hands over his thick pecs cupping each one with a firm grip as he flexed them repeatedly. I attempted to hide the complete erection which had quickly resurfaced beneath my robe. I had never been more surprised or excited in my life! Finally, with a knowing glance my way, Joe pulled his shirt off completely to reveal a totally well-built, rugged torso that was so completely hard and cut and muscular. His shoulders were just incredibly wide and powerfully shaped. He didn't have exactly what you'd call a bodybuilder's physique. No, this hardbody, though powerful and strong, was sexier than a competitive bodybuilder, more real and certainly more attractive. Joe began to perform a series of muscle poses in my full length mirror. He rolled his traps up to display small mountains of muscle rolling from that powerful neck. I must have gasped because he said "Go ahead, feel 'em," which I did without hesitation. He was hard like steel and I decided he surely must weigh more like 160 or so since he was obviously all muscle. As he continued to tense his traps, he said, "Now THAT's what a real military body looks like; it's lean and hard and works like a four cylinder engine...it needs less fuel, but can go longer". I didn't quite understand but I didn't ask for an explanation; I just agreed. I wanted more. He really seemed to enjoy flexing for the camera, and I was ecstatic because it gave me an excuse to ask him to keep going. He flexed his rock hard biceps and triceps, thick pecs, traps and shoulders, rippling abs, that powerful neck, and those strong forearms. There just wasn't a weak area on this young stud, and he knew how to show off every muscle. I could tell he was pleased to have such a receptive audience. Joe's body was naturally rugged, not puffed up with drugs. He was simply magnificent, and I was awestruck.