From: librpj@emory.edu (Richard Jasper)
Subject: Gym fantasy 3
Date: 6 Dec 93 21:57:21 GMT
Organization: Emory University, Atlanta, GA

"Uh, do you mind if I watch?" I asked, quietly.

The dance studio was across from the weight room and I had seen
Chad go in to practice his posing routine.

"Oh, not at all," he grinned. "In fact, it's kinda nice to have an
audience. Makes it more real that way..."

"Well, I promise I'll be quiet," I said. "I don't want to break
your concentration."

Chad had been making my dick hard since the first day I walked into
the gym. I was 19 and just getting into weight-training. He was a
23-year-old grad student who had been working out since high
school. It showed. At 5'11, he was just my height but, unlike me,
he was 230 lbs. of solid muscle. He was massive.

He started with a double biceps pose, his 21-inch guns twin bowling
balls on either side of his mountainous deltoids.       

Then a side chest shot. Before going to the gym I had seen pictures
in magazines of guys with 54-inch chests but never up close and
personal. I could feel my own chest tingling at the mere thought of
being that large.

Then he turned to directly face the mirror and spread his lats. I
had never seen anything so broad, so hard, so thick. I gasped...

Then he turned to me face me, smiled his megawatt smile, and said,
"Well, how am I doing...?"

I cleared my throat, then said, "To tell you the truth, I don't
know whether to laugh or cry?"

He raised an eyebrow, quizzically. "What do you mean?"

I could feel myself starting to turn red. "You have the kind of
body I want to have someday, and I'm sitting right here five feet
away looking at what I want to be, and I have no idea whether I can
ever look like this..."

He threw his head back and laughed, then looked right in my eyes.

"Richard, don't be ridiculous," he said. "There's absolutely NO
reason that you can't be this big or even bigger."

I smiled, tremulously. "No?" 

"I've been watching you since you came in here the first time in
July," he said, which caused my eyes to widen. "Look, come over
here, stand in front of the mirror. Now pose..."

I did the same routine he had done.

"See?" he said, running his fingers along my biceps and triceps.
"They're not well-developed yet, but you've only just started. but
But they're perfectly shaped and you've got *GREAT* muscel tie-ins.
Richard, you can be at least as massive as I am...You're a classic
mesomorph."

I turned to him, he was just a foot away.

"You really think so?" I said, finally, grinning my best grin.

"It's just a matter of time, hard work and a good diet," he said.

"Well," I answered, "and a coach would be nice..."

Then he put his massive arms on my shoulders.

"Yes," he answered, "a coach can help a lot. Do you want one? You
can have it if you do. All you have to do is ask..."

-- 
Richard P. Jasper, Head
Acquisitions Department
Emory University General Libraries 
librpj@emoryu1.cc.emory.edu (or) LIBRPJ@emuvm1.BITNET