Date: Thu, 16 Sep 1999 12:58:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scott Walker <gittes98@yahoo.com>
Subject: I Declare

I  DECLARE
By- Scott Walker

	Steve Raines was in no mood for patience. His business meeting in
Seattle had proved to be a huge waste of time, the long Memorial Day
rush hour was horrendous and above all he missed his workout. Just
north of the city a six -car pile-up had traffic backed up for miles
and adding to it was a rainstorm bordering on cloudburst. He finally
got out of the mess 90 minutes later just north of Everett. Traffic was
still heavy so he decided to stop off for a quick bite, hoping the rain
will let up soon.
	Steve found a restaurant just off the highway. He sat, ordered a
sandwich and coffee and headed for the restroom. He undid his tie and
changed from his suit into his weekend attire; jeans, sweatshirt and
sneakers. This made him immediately feel better. He ate his sandwich,
read The Seattle Times and started to relax. When he was about to leave
a young man entered the restaurant. He was soaked right through. His
gray sweatpants almost black, his sneakers making squeaking noises on
the tile floor. He wore a dark green rain slicker with a hood and
carried a gym bag with the logo WWU emblazoned on the side. As Steve
paid his check the young man smiled and asked;
"Are you heading north?"
"Uh-huh."
"Man, would it be possible to hitch a ride with you as far as
Bellingham?"
Steve looked the young man over. He didn't look more than 18. He had
the makings of a beard and a slightly goofy grin that Steve found
rather disarming. He wondered if the kid had any guns, knives or tools
in the gym bag but decided he could really use the company so he
agreed.
"Great, thanks man. I really appreciate this." The young man held out
his hand, "by the way my name's Ron."
"Steve," he replied, shaking hands.
Steve pulled back onto I-5 and headed north. Ron pulled down the hood
of his slicker and without getting drops on Steve, slowly pulled it
over his head. He unzipped his gym bag and pulled out a towel. Steve
glanced down but didn't see anything resembling a weapon but thought he
saw what looked like a thick piece of leather lying on top. Ron began
to dry his hair with the towel. Steve was able to notice, despite the
dark, that Ron had a pretty good-sized arm on him. His biceps sprung up
as he rubbed his hair. On quick glance, Steve estimated the kid's arm
to be at least 16 inches and nicely shaped. When they passed under the
light of a freeway entrance Steve was able to make out the piece of
leather to be a weight belt. With a silent 'thank you' skyward he had a
topic for conversation.
"You work out?"
"Uh-huh." Ron replied. "Five times a week "
"Yeah? Me too."
The two talked about their workout regimens. They compared bench max,
squat max and routines. Steve was surprised to hear than Ron had just
turned 18. He was a freshman at Western Washington University and was
hoping to get into U.W. to be a phys. ed. Teacher. He added that he was
getting ready to compete in the Mr. Washington State Championship in
the teen division.
"Really? Well, I bet you'll do real well."
Ron smiled that goofy grin and said "Thanks, but they'll be a lot of
guys competing." He told him the Contest was to be held in Seattle in a
few weeks. Steve had noticed the posters announcing the contest in the
window of a GNC store downtown. "You compete?"
"No. I just like to work out." Steve was flattered by Ron's query. They
passed another freeway entrance and he was able to catch a glimpse of
Ron's build. Anxious to keep the conversation going Steve asked more
questions about the Contest.
"Quite a few guys from the college are entering in different
divisions," Ron continued. Steve was taken with his youthful
enthusiasm. "Some of the guys like to get into a posedown after our
workouts. Man, that's so much fun." He paused before asking; "You ever
done that?"
"A few times, with my workout buddies. But not too often."
"You into it?"
Steve was somewhat taken aback. "What?"
The rain had let up so Ron suggested they pull off the highway and
engage in an impromptu posedown.
Steve hesitated; for about three seconds. At the Alger exit he pulled
off I-5 and headed over to the old highway. He stopped in Alger's only
tavern, bought a six-pack and offered one to Ron. "Hope this doesn't
screw up your training," he said.
"It should be OK, I'll just do an extra fifty sit-ups to work it off."
They continued north along the old highway. It was dark and they saw no
other cars for a couple of miles. "Where do ya wanna do this?" Steve
asked.
Ron scouted for side roads or a place to pull-off. Steve realized this
was becoming quite a bizarre situation. He looked over at Ron and
surmised that he'd probably be able to hold his own against the younger
man if he were attacked. His common sense told him this may be
dangerous but by now all the bodybuilding talk was having a distinct
impression. He didn't think Ron would notice the bulge forming in his
sweats.
"How 'bout here?" Ron asked.
Steve turned up a fairly steep dirt road, one not suited for his car.
About thirty yards in they saw a clearing and stopped. They were still
in view of the old highway and I-5 was noticeable in the distance.
Steve was feeling a little uneasy so decided to lighten the situation a
bit;
"You done this before?"
"Uh-uh. Not like this." Ron stepped out and stretched. He picked up a
good sized rock and began curling it.  "Are you gonna pump up?"	
Steve had a thought. He reached under the backseat and pulled out a
bendable metal exerciser he kept there for quick workouts or if needed,
extra protection. Ron smiled at the sight of the exerciser.
"Hey good thinking." He continued curling the rock while Steve twisted
the exerciser about 20 times. "Trade ya."
Steve handed Ron the exerciser while he pressed the rock overhead
numerous times. Ron was really getting into this. Steve noticed the
teen's arms beginning to swell.
"Hey, you're getting a pretty good pump there," Steve said.
"Ya think so?" Ron replied. He crooked his fist, flexed his right arm
and regarded it.
"How big are the guns?" Ron asked.
"'bout 16 and a half regular. Almost 17 when they're fully pumped. "How
'bout you?"
"I don't know. " Steve lied. "Maybe 16, tops."
 There was now no mistaking the excitement he felt watching the teen
proudly getting off on his own build. Steve tried to suppress the sweet
aching and suggested they begin. Without hesitation, Ron ripped off his
shirt and began posing. Steve followed suit, pulling his own shirt off
in record time, not wanting to miss a second of Ron's routine. Ron hit
a double biceps pose and Steve nearly lost it. The kid's arms were even
more impressive than he'd seen earlier. Ron looked at him and smiled,
indicating Steve copy the pose. He did so. He wasn't as practiced as
Ron but did manage to hold his fists in the correct position. Ron
nodded;
"Hey, that's pretty good. Now try this." Ron placed his hands on his
hips and thrust out his chest. He had excellent development. Steve
followed suit. Both men now were really into the display and began
hitting various poses; side chest, abdominal and thigh, lat spread,
back double biceps and the ever-popular 'moon' pose. Ron ended with a
single biceps pose, staring admirably at his pumped arms. Steve was now
able to notice that all this posing and fresh air had a distinct
impression on the teen as well. He too was sporting a prominent
hard-on. He smiled as he saw Steve still trying to conceal his own.
"You're really into this, huh?" Ron asked, smiling
"Uh-huh."
"Well," Ron said, "I'm straight, but I wouldn't mind if you and I got
it on. You know, it's the least I can do for the ride."
Steve was still feeling a little uncomfortable. He considered getting
on his knees right now and giving this teen muscle stud the blow job of
his life, but he noticed the rock still fairly close to Ron's foot and
didn't relish the idea of having his skull smashed here in the middle
of almost nowhere. Steve suggested they return to the car. It was
starting to rain again anyway so Ron agreed. At first Steve was a
little cautious but he soon reached over and began rubbing the young
hitchhiker's crotch. Ron was moaning his assent as he closed his eyes
and enjoyed the attention. Steve then helped the teen pull down his
still wet sweats and very tentively placed his mouth on the head of
Ron's cock. Ron was still moaning and muttering "oh yeah' which Steve
took as a good sign. He was not the most experienced cocksucker but
gave his all to the young man who moaned and writhed in pleasure. After
licking the entire shaft of the kid's muscled member Ron shot a load of
sweet cream into Steve's mouth. Steve gagged at the gusher but took
most of it like a pro. Afterward he sat up and began jerking himself.
"What about you?" Ron asked. He told Steve he doesn't suck cock but
wants him to get off as well. Steve began pumping himself with more
enthusiasm while rubbing his free hand over Ron's pecs and abs which he
flexed for the grateful driver. When Ron flexed his biceps, making it
bulge into a ball of solid muscle and asked Ron to feel it, he did so.
It was this last act that put him over and he spurt his own juice onto
the steering wheel.
"Thanks, I really needed that," Steve said.
"Me too. With school and training I've been really busy lately."
"Glad I could help take the edge off."
"Yeah. I really like it best when guys blow me. They do it much better
than chicks."
"That's 'cause they know how it feels."
"So, you do this with any other gay guys at your gym?"
Steve was suddenly taken aback. He'd never really thought of himself as
gay. Curious, yes; even bi-curious, but never gay. True, he did get it
on occasionally with some of the guys at the gym but he always thought
it more of a phase or passing fancy.
Ron noticed Steve's pause and asked if he'd said anything wrong.
"Uh-uh," He started the car and headed back for the highway.
They continued to talk about training and school but Ron noticed a
change in Steve's demeanor. When they arrived in Bellingham Steve drove
him all the way to the College. He gave Ron his phone number and told
him if he's ever in Vancouver to give him a call. Ron thanked him, the
two shook hands and parted.
	As he continued Northward, Steve reflected on Ron's comment. He
thought about how he'd been relieved to get out of his miserable
marriage and how, even though he had dated lots of girls in school had
never really felt close to any of them. He had been a jock and that's
what jocks did. He was still deep in thought when he approached the
lights of the Canada border crossing.
	"Good evening sir, what is your citizenship?" the guard asked.
	"Canadian."
	"And do you have anything to declare?"
	Steve managed a slight, private smile before answering "No." He was
still considering the question as he drove North.


Hope you enjoyed this latest story. If you have any comments or
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