Date: Mon, 12 Oct 2015 20:29:48 -0700
From: Karl S. Friend <karlsfriend@gmail.com>
Subject: Putting on Some Muscle Pt 4 - A/Y

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Putting On Some Muscle ---------------------------------------------------

Chapeter 4

I started going to the gym with my dad during the week and usually on
Saturdays.  The routine was pretty much the same.  I'd get home from
school.  Do my homework. He'd get home from work.  Change into some
different clothes and we'd head over to the gym.  I learned all kinds of
exercises and what different excercises did for different parts of the
body.

Of course my favorite part was after we were done excercising.  I'd started
to feel a little less self concious about my body (at least changing in
front of the other guys).  I always made sure to grab my towel and wrap it
around me as soon as I could to hide my undersized privates with no hair.
I always felt self concious about it.  Especially when heading into the
showers.  My dad was always with me but I soon figured out that the guys
who wanted to "blow off steam" would stand at the far end of the showers
with their backs to the doorway.  Most of the time when I walked in with my
dad and the guys saw me they'd hurry up and rinse off, grab their towels
and head out.  Once in a while I saw at least a semi hard one.  Sometimes
my dad would talk to other guys in the shower and that would give me the
opportunity to look around.  I would get a stiffie (I couldn't help it),
but my dad never said anything and most of the guys around me just ignored
me while they quickly showered.

One day while we were getting ready to work out and Sal and Carl walked in
talking and laughing.  I was sitting and getting my shoes tied and looked
up to see them walking toward us.  My dad was standing in just his jock
strap with his big bulge.  He was oblivous to my stares.

"Hey guys!" my dad said as he smiled and stuck out his hand.  Both guys
shook hands with him.  "Where you guys been," my dad asked while reaching
into his gym bag but only grabbing his shorts.  NOT putting them on.

Sal said that he and his wife had been out to California to see his wife's
family and they'd gotten back a couple of days ago.

"You know how it is," Sal said as he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his
dresss shirt.  After being on vacation it's hard to get back to it.

All three of them laughed and agreed.  Carl said he was out of town at some
convention that my dad didn't go to.

Then Carl looked down at me and said, "Well, looks like someone's been
working out."  As he was saying it he reached down and grabbed my arm
around the bicep.  His hand easily wrapping around my arm.  "You're
starting to get some tone in those arms."  I mumbled something about not
really changing too much but my dad chimed in, "Yeah, he's been working out
with me for the last few weeks."

"It's starting to show," both men said with a little bit of a smile.

Carl said, "He's going to have the ladies running by the time he's in high
school.  How old are you now?  10?  11?"

"12," I said a little uncomfortably.  I felt even smaller around these
guys.

"Well, you're on the right track.  Keep up the good work."

I sat there on the bench while my dad talked.  It didn't bother me too much
because I was watching this one guy who was drying himself.  He looked like
he was in college or something.  He hung his head over and started drying
off his hair.  His dick wasn't as big as my dad's.  It looked like it was
the size of Carson's from when I'd stayed at their house.  I was wondering
to myself how big it got when I suddenly heard my name.  I looked up to
realize my dad had said something to me but I was so focused on the guy
that I hadn't heard what he said.

"Ricky," my dad said again.

I looked up at him acting like I was just looking around.  "Yeah dad," I
said trying not to let my voice shake.

"Would you like that?", he asked.

"Sorry dad, I was thinking about something at school," I said lying and
feeling my face flush.  "What did you say?"

"Would you like for Sal and Carl to work out with us?  Maybe they can show
you some excercises that I don't do," he said as he started pulling up his
shorts.  I turned around and Sal and Carl had started changing.

"Sure dad.  Whatever you want to do.  I just want to get some muscles."

"That's the spirit!", I heard Sal say.  "You're dad does free weights but I
like to work in some of the machines that they have."  As he said this he'd
pulled down his dress slacks and was folding them up.  He wore 'tighty
whities', as my dad called them.  And they looked VERY tight.  The bulge
was even bigger than I remembered.  I felt my face get hot as I stared at
the mass of flesh rolling around in there.  I wondered what it would feel
like to touch it.

Then Sal put his hands on either side of his underwear and pulled them
down.  The giant tube of flesh fell forward like it was escaping from
prison.  I watched as Sal reached down unconsiously and pulled on it making
it flop forward.  He sighed as he streched out his giant dick.

"Damn I hate wearing those tight-ass underwear but they're the only thing
that keeps the monster from showing in my suit pants," he laughed. I just
stared as he lifted it up and examined underneath and then used the other
hand to stretch out his balls.

My dad and Carl laughed and went back to talking while my dad waited for
Carl to get dressed for the workout.  Sal sat down on the bench directly
opposite from me.  When he sat down his dick actually hung over the edge of
the bench.  He took his gym bag and put it on the floor between his legs
and started digging through it all the while letting his dick hang there.
I just wanted to wrap my hand around it.  I wanted to see what it felt
like.

I felt my own dick start to get hard.  I stopped thinking of it as my
'wiener' since I was pretty sure I made cum.  I was grateful for the
jockstrap that dad and I bought a few days ago.

Once he realized I was serious about our workouts he took me to the local
Big 5 and we got a bunch of new workout stuff.  One of the things I got was
a jockstrap.  When we got home I took everything to my room and immediately
stripped down and put on the jockstrap.  I looked at my self in the mirror
while I turned this way and that.  I looked scrawny from the front but when
I turned around I was shocked at how my butt looked.  It looked hot.
That's the only way I can explain it.  It looked like the elastic around my
legs pushed what little butt I had up and it looked rounder and fuller.
While I was looking at myself I'd felt my dick start to get hard.  I
immediately laid down and pulled on my dick through the rough material.  I
pulled the material aside but left it on while I stroked myself faster.
Very quickly I felt myself starting to have that great new feeling.  I was
starting to have orgasms but still there was only a little bit of fluid.
It looked like pee but I knew it wasn't.

As I stared at his dick I felt eyes on me.  I looked up to see Sal looking
at me with a little bit of a smirk on his face.  I felt very embarassed but
he just winked at me.  Carl and my dad were busy talking about something at
the convention and were totally caught up in their conversation.  My dad
had his back to me and Carl was facing us but I was blocked from his view
by my dad.  Sal continued to sit and look at me.  He reached down and
pulled on the head of his dick a little. I was mesmerized.  Then he stood
up and stretched really big throwing his arms up pushing his hips forward
which pushed his dick just inches from my face.

I heard Carl laugh.  My dad turned back and said, "C'mon Sal.  We don't
have all night to wait for you."

"I know," Sal said.  "I'm just feeling so lazy.  I'll get into it once
we're out there."

Carl looked down at me and saw the proximity of Sal's dick.  He just
laughed and said, "You can't help showing that thing off can you Sal."

Sal gave Carl a little big of a shrug and said, "Just because you're
jealous..."

Dad turned around and saw me sitting on the bench and Sal standing only a
couple feet away facing me.  He burst out laughing and said to me, "C'mon
before he hits you with it."  I kept thinking to myself..."Please hit me
with it!!!"

Sal laughed and said, "Can I help it if it's so big?"  He grabbed it and
pulled it even closer to me.  I could smell the sweat and musk he
projected.

They all laughed and I got up on shakey legs.  I pulled my shirt forward to
cover the growing lump in my shorts.

"We'll meet you out there," Dad said to Sal and Carl.

As we were heading to the workout floor dad said, "You know he's just
kidding around right?  If he's making you uncomfortable I'll ask him to
stop."

I shrugged as non-chalantly as I could and said, "Nah.  He's funny," and
gave a weak chuckle.  Then I sorta stammered, "He's huge."

My dad laughed and said, "Yes he is...and he'd be the first to agree with
you.  He loves flopping that thing around."

We headed to the stretching area and I started going through the routine my
dad had set up for me.  I was doing my sit ups when I heard, "Well, someone
followed my advice."

I looked up to see Chris standing over me in shorts very similar to the
shorts he'd had on the last time I saw him.  The buldge running down one
side of his leg making it very apparent that he was male.  I looked up from
him in my half sit-up.

"Yeah, he's catching on fast," my dad said from beside me.  "We've been
working out for about 3, 4 weeks now."

"Good for you!", he said and he squatted down next to me but was talking to
my dad over me.  The bulge was so clear.

"Just remember to breathe or else you'll run out of steam really fast," he
said as he pressed on my stomach and forcing me to take a breath.

I shivered a little under his hand.  He smiled down at me then stood up.  I
just watched as the bulge slowly went away.

"You keep him doin' this and he'll have muscles in no time," Chris said to
my dad.  "Keep up the good work kiddo.  I see my client.  Talk to you
later."  He walked off toward some man that looked like he never went to
the gym.

"He's a good guy," my dad said as he laid on the floor beside me and
started doing some complicated sit-up that I couldn't quite figure out.

We were half way through our warm up when Sal and Carl came out of the
lockerroom.  Sal was laughing at something Carl said but they both stopped
as they approached like they'd been caught doing something.

"This guys a dog," Sal said to my dad as he started stretching from side to
side watching his reflection in the mirror.  He had on shiny basketball
shorts and it was evident he didn't have any underwear on.  I found it hard
to concentrate as I tried NOT to focus on the big dick swaying as he
stretched.  Carl laid down next to me and asked me how it was going.  I'm
not sure what I said.  Dad was still in the middle of his sit up routine
and I couldn't look away from the thing that looked like the pendulum of a
grandfather clock swaying in front of me.

I felt Carl's breath at my ear.

"It's really big, huh."

He'd startled me a little.  I turned to see him smiling and looking over at
Sal's swinging dick too.  I just nodded both in awe of the giant tube of
flesh and the fact that Carl was acknowledging it.  But he didn't say it in
the kidding way he'd said it in the locker room.

"D'you like looking at it," he said very softly.

I didn't know what to do but just the way he said it made me look him in
the eye and just nod.

"I thought so," he said with a smile.  I felt my stomach go into knots.
Was he making fun of me?  Was he going to say something to my dad?  Darn.
Darn.  Darn.  I should have just not said anything.

I closed my eyes and wished I was dead.  I started as I felt him in my ear,
he looked to see that no one was paying any attention to us and said, "You
should see it when it's hard." Then he mouthed the word "HUUUUUUUGE".

I felt my mouth go dry and my heart start to speed up.  Carl laid back down
and started doing his own set of sit-ups, a smile on his face.  Oh my god!
Carl had seen Sal's dick hard.  How?  When?  I wanted to say something but
just then my dad stood up and stretched and said, "Alright guys, we're
gonna head over to the free weights.  Join us when you're through."

I got up and as I looked over at Carl he looked back at me and smiled.  I
followed my dad over to the free weights area.

We went over to the bench press and I laid down now used to the routine.  I
could actually lift the bar now.  Still he stood with his crotch over my
face and I stared up the leg holes in his shorts.  I wondered what my dad's
dick was like hard.  I guessed it was pretty big.

I finished my set and sat up on the bench just as Carl and Sal walked over.
I just watched Sal's dick through the thin material as they approached.  I
looked up at Carl and he grinned.

"Wow, you really are doing good," Carl said as he looked over at me and my
dad.  I looked up at my dad and he was smiling.

"Yeah, and all in just a few weeks.  I wish I'd taken it this seriously at
his age," he said proudly.

"I'll bet you were a good lookin' kid," Sal said as he came closer.  "You
know what they say, The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From the Tree."

Dad laughed and said, "I could hold my own."  Carl laughed and said, "And I
bet you had girls lined up to hold it too!"

Sal laughed and I had to admit I thought it was funny too.  I liked that
they were treating me like one of the guys.  My dad looked down and me and
smiled, "Well, I don't like to brag..."

All three of them started laughing.

"Hey Rick.  Why don't I take Ricky over there and show him some of the
machines.  Those free weights can be a little difficult when you're first
starting out," Sal said.  "You can use Carl here as your workout partner
today."

Dad looked at me and then at the front desk.  "I don't know.  He's supposed
to stay with me."

"Aaaa, fuck them," he said, then winced and looked down at me.  "Sorry
kid."

"I'm not a kid," I protested.  "I've heard cuss words before."

I heard Carl snicker and my dad made a little sound that turned into a
cough.

"Do you wanna work out with Sal a little while Carl and I do some free
weights?"

I nodded, probably a little too eagerly and said, "Yeah!  I'd like to learn
some new stuff."

"Good!", Sal slapped me on the back.  "C'mon.  Let's go over here," he said
as he lead me off to an area of the gym I hadn't really been in.

I looked back.  My dad gave me a little smile and waved.  Then he and Carl
started loading up the barbell with weights.  I turned around and saw that
Sal had moved on without me.  I hurried to catch up with him.

We approached a machine that had all sorts of pullies and stuff.  There was
a handle that you gripped and pulled it toward you moving some weights on
another part of the machine.

"This is really good for your back.  It's a little more difficult to get a
good back work out with the free weights when you're first building up.
This allows you more control.  Now just watch first," he said as he put a
pin in some weights and sat down on a bench and put his feet on either side
of it.  "You slowly pull it toward you," he said as he pulled the weight
back.  I saw the muscles in his arm tense and his back was really straight.
"You need to keep your back straight so that you're using your traps to
pull."

I wasn't sure what he meant but he did 10 of them (I counted).  He stood up
and took a deep breath.  "Okay," he said as he adusted the weight.  "Your
turn."

I sat down on the bench with my feet on either side of it as Sal had done.
He put one hand on my lower back and the other on my chest making sure I
was sitting up straight.  He took his hands off me and pulled the handle
toward me.  When I took it from his hand I was shocked at how heavy it
seemed as it pulled me forward.

"Oops.  Guess I hadn't quite figure that quite right."  He lowered the
weight and walked over to me adjusting my back again and offered the handle
to me again.  This time it wasn't so bad.  I started pulling and Sal said
patiently, "Remember.  You're working on your back.  Concentrate on that."

I tried but couldn't quite get it.  I was about to give up when I felt Sal
slide in behind me.  He pushed himself up against me and grabbed around me.
He put his hands over mine and slowly pulled the weight toward us.

"Can you feel that?", he said in my ear.

"Uh huh," I said softly.  I could definitely feel the huge lump pressing
against my bottom.  I could also smell him.  It wasn't an unappealing
smell.  It smelled like musk, deoderant and a little bit of cologne.  The
smells mingled in my nose.  He smelled so good.

"Good.  Now, slowly let it pull forward but you control the weight."

Oh, wait.  He meant the muscle movement in my back.

"Okay, now try pulling it toward you again," he said as I slowly pulled the
handle toward me.

"That's it," he said loosening the grip of his hands over mine.  "Pull...
Good."

I started to let it go forward again but it went faster than I had
anticipated.  Sal quickly tightened his grip over mine once more and as I
let it pull me forward again I felt Sal scoot just a little bit closer.
His dick was definitely pushing into my bottom and I felt like I was going
to pass out.

"Good.  Control it," he said as he slowly returned control to me.  What I
did notice was that he didn't scoot back any.  I managed to get about 5
good ones when my arms and back had had enough.

"Not bad for your first time," he said as he scooted back off the bench.

Uh oh.  I was hard.  I hoped that my jock strap would help hold it close
but you could still see it a little.  I pulled my shirt forward as I stood
up.  Sal quickly took my place and looked over at me.  His eyes slid down
to my crotch and he smiled.  "Do me a favor and put the weight where I had
it the last time."  I nodded and quickly did as he asked.

He did his set of ten really quickly, slid off the bench and said, "Okay,
your turn again."

I desparately hoped and feared that he'd sit against me again.  I grabbed
the handle and slowly started pulling it toward me.  I had a better idea
what to expect and had a little more control.  Sal stood right off to the
side.  His hand was near the handle in case I let go, but he stayed
standing.  The only problem was my concentration.  His crotch was inches
from my face again.  I tried really hard to concentrate on the exercise.  I
did pretty well for the first few.  I started to slip a little and Sal
grabbed the wire, that was right before the handle, guiding it for me.  As
he did it forced him closer.  I could see the head of his dick through the
shorts.

I heard my dad call over and Sal turned toward them.  His dick head swung
back and forth.  It was too much.  I lost all concentration and started to
loose my grip on the handle.  Sal quickly stepped forward and as he did I
felt the silky material brush against he back of my hand.  I couldn't
believe it.  I had touched it.  Maybe it was through cloth but I still
touched it.

"Well, what do you think of the machines," my dad said as he and Carl
approached.

"He did great!", Sal said.  "He's a natural."

"I liked 'em.  It's just different than what we do," I said, still trying
to recover from my brush with Sal's dick.

The four of us did some excercises with the free weights.  Again, I felt
like a runt next to these three men but it was kinda cool because, unlike
when my dad and I worked out by ourselves, they treated me like one of the
guys.  I was in my own little world for the rest of the workout though.  We
finally finished.

"We're gonna hit the showers," my dad said as we headed toward the
lockerroom.

For the first time, since the first couple of times, I was feeling nervous
about the showers.  What if Sal and Carl saw my little dick.  Would they
say anything?  What if it got hard?  I felt a little sick to my stomach.

We got back to the lockers and the three of them quickly started pulling
off their clothes.

"C'mon slow poke," my dad said.  "Your mom will kill us if we get home too
late."

I turned my back toward the three of them as I pulled down my shorts.  As I
turned a few guys walked passed us and we had to scoot to one side.  I
could have sworn I felt a hand brush my bottom.  I grabbed my towel and
wrapped it around my waist.  I turned and saw my dad rummaging through his
duffle bag.  Sal was standing really close to me and had his towel around
his neck.  Carl was standing with his towel around his waist smiling at
Sal.  I saw Sal give him a smile and a little bit of a shrug.

We all filed off to the shower.  There were quite a few guys in the shower
area.  My dad and I took two showers next to each other and Carl and Sal
took two on the other side.  Sal hung his towel on the hook.  Carl took his
off and did the same.  My dad had already taken his off and was hanging it
up when I reluctantly pulled mine off.  I could feel a rager go on.  I knew
my dad wouldn't say anything but what if they said something.  I'd me
mortified.  As I went to hang up my towel, I'd never really thought about
it before but I had to stand on my tip toes a little to reach the hook.  I
don't know why that made me self consious but it did.

I quickly grabbed the soap and started washing myself.  I bent over to wash
my feet and I heard a little bit of a moan.  Since my dad was washing his
hair he didn't hear it.  Then I heard Carl say to Sal, "Knock it off you
perv."  I turned to look over my shoulder and saw both Carl and Sal looking
at me.  Sal was soaping up his dick.  It looked bigger.  My dad finished
rinsing his hair and they both turned toward the wall.

Sal quickly rinsed off and said to Carl, "I'm gonna hit the steam room.
See if I can sweat some of this out of me."

Carl laughed and said, "Good luck with that!"  My dad looked at me then
shot Carl a look but I couldn't tell what it was.  He didn't look mad, just
a little shocked.  Carl raised his hands as if he were saying, 'Hey, it
wasn't me'.  My dad looked down at me again and this time he looked like he
was trying to figure something out.

He grabbed his towel.  "C'mon Ricky.  We should get home."  I grabbed my
towel and started following.

"See you and Sal on Wednesday Carl?", my dad asked as we were leaving the
shower area.

"You bet," Carl said.  "...and Ricky, you keep up the good work."

"I will," I said as we headed toward the lockers.  As we started to walk
past the steam room I thought about what Sal had said.  I couldn't see him
in there because of all the steam.  We got back to the lockers.  My dad
wasn't really saying anything.  I thought maybe he was mad at me.  Did he
see me looking at Sal?  Oh god!  What if he didn't let me come back here
anymore.

We both silently got dressed and headed out to the car.  We sat for a
minute before my dad started the car.

"You know Ricky, sometimes those guys can get a little goofy.  They're just
bein' guys," he said seeming a little unsure of what to say.  "If anyone in
there bothers you, you know you can tell me, right?"

I nodded my head.  I wasn't sure what he meant.  "They weren't bothering
me," I said softly.

My dad slowly took in a breath and then exhaled it slowly.  "Okay.  Well,
you just let me know if they're...  Uh...  You know...  bothering you," he
said again.

"Okay dad," I said, starting to understand a little bit.  "But they weren't
bothering me.  I like those guys.  They're nice.  Don't make me stop
working out," I said a little panicked.

My dad sighed.  "Well, as long as you wanna keep workin' out we'll keep
coming."

We drove for a while.  I broke the silence.  "Dad, is the steam room
relaxing?"

I saw his face tighten a little.  "Sometimes," he said softly.


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I hope you enjoyed this fictional story.  Thanks to those of you who have
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