Date: Sat, 5 Aug 2000 20:30:11 -0700 (PDT) From: Jay P. Seeburg Subject: teen boy in gym adoration No sex in this one, kids. Sorry! Just a HOT description of a boi I see when I work out in the gym. -------------------------------- There he was in the big mirror behind me. He was maybe 16 or 17, fully blossomed for that short time in the window of adolescent beauty. He was at the age where his body had given him the looks of boyhood and the features of manhood simultaneously. I watched him in the mirror while I stretched my arms. I watched the way that enticingly thin body moved within those baggy basketball shorts and cut-out jersey. I watched his precious arms, glazed with fresh sweat earned from running around with his ball on the court. His arms dangeled around in the air and I could see the lumps of muscle. He slowly layed on his back on the bench and pulled his arms up to grab the steel weight bar. I saw the little lines of hair he had under his arms, which were stuck together with presperation. The hair was faint and a wonderful display of his maturity; not quite fully grown in, yet just enough to show he had begun to sprout it. Tis youth was so much like that hair; fresh and not quite to its peak.