Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 16:08:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Scott Walker <gittes98@yahoo.com>
Subject: Weight Room Buddies

	 WEIGHT ROOM BUDDIES
			          By Scott Walker


	This story takes place about two weeks before the
events of  'Private Posedown', previously posted on
this board.


	"Come on, Case, two more." I said to my work out
partner. "Be strong, pump it up."
	Casey struggled to complete his last two reps of
standing barbell curls. His face covered in sweat, his
teeth clenched, even his nostrils were flaring. He
grunted loudly as he strained to finish his last rep.
His grey sweatshirt soaked, he gave all his effort and
curled the weight once more. I took the bar from him
and placed it on the floor.
	"Way to go buddy," I said, giving him a solid
hi-five. "I knew you could do it."
	Casey smiled and wiped the sweat from his face and
took a long swig from his water bottle.
	"I think that's it for today," I said as I unbuckled
my weight belt. "Man, am I ever pumped."
	It was one of the best workouts I'd ever had. It was
Saturday, two weeks before the Teen State
Championships. The coach had given me keys to the
weight room and locker area; it was just the two of us
in the entire school. The administration had been
reluctant but the coach convinced them that since I
was representing the school it was advantagous (a word
I'd just learned that week) to allow me access to
train there. They agreed on one condition; that only
one other person be allowed access as my training
partner. So I chose Casey, much to the surprise of
some of the other muscleheads.
	"Shit, why are you pickin' him for?" Craig Adams
said, "he never fuckin' says anything."
	This last part was mostly true, Casey was not much of
a talker. In fact, I don't think I've ever known
anyone as shy. He usually came in as soon as the
weight room opened, worked out by himself and left. He
always remained covered up in sweats and never
showered at school. Most of the guys paid no attention
to him, thinking he was a snob or worse, a fag.
Occasionally if he needed a spot he'd ask me, very
quiet and polite and I was always glad to help. He'd
thank me when he was finished and then went back to
his own workout. If I saw him in the halls I'd nod and
he'd return the gesture but that was about the only
other contact we had.  I must admit the main reason I
asked him to be my partner today was perhaps a bit
selfish.. It was because of all the guys who worked
out in our school weight room, and there were a lot,
(we were nicknamed Muscle High after all), no one
aside from myself worked out harder or as seriously as
Casey. Whenever some of the other guys started showing
off for each other or just checking themselves in the
mirror, that was usually when Casey made his exit. I
don't know if anyone else noticed this, or cared, but
I thought at first it was very odd. I was surprised
however how readily he accepted my offer of being my
work out partner, once of course he was reassured that
no one else would be present.
	"You did great," I said as I began to remove my
sweatshirt. Casey smiled, a little ill-at-ease. He
looked so charming, standing there in his sweat-soaked
workout clothes, his weight belt cinched tight. He was
only 16, a year younger than myself, (another reason
some of the guys were pissed at my choice) and about
two inches shorter. Hell, I'm only 5'6" myself, which
was one of the reasons I gave the guys for choosing
him (even though it was bullshit). I needed to do an
intense workout, I didn't have time to adjust leg
presses and other machines which is what would have
been the case if I'd asked Craig, who stood over six
feet. Whether they bought this or not, I didn't care.
I was the one representing the school, I was the one
getting up on stage in front of hundreds of people
showing off two years of hard work, I was the one who
was gonna win or make a complete ass of myself and I
wanted the most compatible guy to train with.
	I tore off my sweatshirt, tossed it aside and faacing
the mirror, hit a most muscular pose. I growled at my
reflection as I twisted my torso from side to side,
trying to see every cut and striation. I was still
dieting down so they weren't all there yet, but Coach
assured me that I should 'peak' on the day of the
contest. I stood up and hit a double biceps pose,
checking out my favorite body part. Last week they
measured 16 1/2 inches pumped but all the guys said
they look bigger. Good genetics have given them a good
peak and lots of thickness. I flexed and unflexed my
arm, watching the biceps respond. I caught a glimpse
of Casey in the mirror, occupied with putting away his
gear and not watching me. It was almost as if he was
doing so on purpose. I hit the double biceps again and
asked:
	"So, what do ya think?"
	Casey looked up quickly and went back to his packing
up. "Pretty good." he muttered.
	"What do ya mean pretty good?" I said, pretending to
sound annoyed, "Lookit these things."
	Casey glanced up quickly and went back to his
packing.
	Now I was beginning to get annoyed for real. I hit a
front lat spread and again asked:
	"What about this one?"
	"Looks good," he said very softly. He caught my glare
in the mirror. "I-I gotta go."
	"Aren't you gonna shower?" I asked. "You don't wanna
go home all smelly, do you?"
	"It's OK."
	"Well, just wait a few minutes and I'll give you a
ride."
	It then occured to me what might be happening. "Hey
Case, do ya wanna help me with my posing routine?"
	"What?" he asked.
	"Yeah well, I gotta work on it some more and I could
really use the help."
	"Look, I think I should just go, it's getting
late..."
	"It's only 3 O'clock," I said walking over to him.
"What the fuck's your hurry?" I grabbed him by his
upper arm and swung him around to face me. At that
moment I noticed two things; one, as I suspected, his
sweatpants were tenting to the point of tearing and
two, what I'd grabbed on to was hardly skin and bone.
Casey's face changed three shades of red. I touched
his upper arm again to make sure what I was feeling
was real.
	"Shit Casey," I said as I squeezed his upper arm.
"What the fuck you got under there?"
	"Wha..what do ya mean?" he asked, turning yet another
shade of red.
	I squeezed his arm harder. "Is that real?" True to
form, he blushed again and didn't answer. "Let me see
it, bud."
	"I...uh...I.."
	"Come on dude, you got nothin' to be embarrassed
about. Let's see that arm."
	Casey's face looked as if it was on fire as he very
slowly pulled up the sleeve of his sweatshirt. First I
noticed the veiny, thick forearms, always an
encouraging sign. When he had the sleeve up to his
elbow he hesitated before pushing it further. When he
pulled it up to his shoulder, my mouth dropped. I
again squeezed his arm.
	"Shit dude, that's solid. Flex it."
	Casey very reluctantly did as I asked. His upper arm
formed into a large, peaked ball of muscle.
	"Holy shit," I muttered as I ran my hand over the
nicely formed peak. "That's fuckin' huge. It's almost
the same size as mine." I flexed my right arm and
placed it beside his. I was right, mine was only
slightly larger, but Casey's peak was more defined.
	"Man, that's awesome. Why are you hiding it?"
I reached over and squeezed the peak again.
"Incredible."
	Casey smiled through the crimson shyness.
	"C'mon Case, you gotta show me the rest."
	"What?"
	"Come on, let's see what your hidin' under that
shirt."
	"I don't know..."
	At this point I was thinking Casey was taking this
modest act a little too far. I snuck a glance down and
saw his sweats now tenting at full mast. This, I
figured was the problem.
	"Come on dude, there's no one else here." I walked
over to the doorway and ran my hand along the frame.
"No hidden cameras, no one watchin'. No one's gonna
jump out and snap pictures and plaster 'em all over
the internet."
	I couldn't believe it! Casey actually let out
something that could pass as a mild chuckle.
	"Come on buddy," I said very softly. "it's all
right."
	Casey hesitated and finally began to remove his
sweatshirt. First I saw a trim waist and an impressive
set of abdominals. In one quick motion, as if to get
it over with, he pulled the sweatshirt off and tossed
it aside. Now I could see a nicely formed set of pecs,
broad, thick shoulders and chest. He stood with his
arms relaxed, still very ill-at-ease.
	"Damn dude, you are stacked."
	"What?"
	"You look fuckin' amazing."
	The three shades of red reappeared.
	"Why are you hidin' such a build?"
	I think Casey wasn't sure whether I was being serious
or patronizing. I walked over and pretending not to
notice the hard-on, pounded his pecs with my fist.
They made a solid thumping sound and even though I
didn't hit them very hard, Casey didn't budge.
	"Can you make them move?" I asked.
	"Make what move?".
	"Your pecs. Like this." I put on a pec dance for him,
making my chest muscles bounce and move as if by
themselves. Casey had obviously never seen this
before, judging from his expression. I stood in front
of him, grabbed his hands and placed them on my chest.
He held them there for a split second before taking
them away quickly. As he turned away I noticed a large
wet spot on his sweats. He quickly picked up his gym
bag and headed for the door. I ran and caught up to
him.
	"Where you goin"" I asked, trying not to sound angry
or threatening.
	"I really should go.."
	"You mean because of that?" I said, nodding my head
in the direction of his crotch.
	 Casey began to tremble and looked so scared he may
have wanted to throw up.
	"Shit, dude, don't worry about that. It's not the
first time it's happened."  OK, I lied there but I
wanted to put the kid at ease.
	"Really?"
	"Shit, yeah. I've seen some of those jocks in here
gettin' off on the guys flexing and showin' off ."
	Casey seemed to relax a bit.
	"Is that why you never stick around when the guys
start showin' off and shit?"
	Casey nodded. "I thought they might think I was a fag
or something..."
	"Why would they think that?"
	"You know, you guys are always talkin' 'bout your
girlfriends, how you're gonna go and screw her
after..."
	I looked Casey straight in the eye, took a deep
breath and asked: "Have you ever heard me talk about a
girflriend?"
	Casey thought for a second. "No, I guess not. But I
see you talkin' to those two girls all the time by
your locker."
	"You mean Sarah and Janette? They're just friends.
School friends that's all. I don't have a girlfriend."
	"Oh.."
	I chose my next words very carefully: "I'm not really
interested in girls that way."
	Casey got this odd look on his face. I could almost
see the light bulb go on over his head. He relaxed and
even showed traces of a smile. "But what about the
other guys? Don't they razz you?"
	"No. They've never said anything to my face. What
they talk about behind my back, I don't give shit
about. Besides, I'm stronger than most of them anyway;
even most of the football guys can't lift as much as
me."
	"But don't you get...you know...around them?"
	"I used to, but not much anymore. I guess I'm just
too used to them." I stood in front of Casey. "Now,
where were we?" I took his hands, gently this time and
placed them on my chest. I made the guys bounce but
this time he didn't recoil. I reached over and cupped
my hand under his right pec. He flexed it and the
hardness made me hard. "I'll have to show you how to
do this," I said, bouncing the boys once more. I moved
in closer until our still sweatpant-covered crotches
touched. Casey pulled away, no doubt a reflex reaction
but I pulled him close and ground my dick against his.
The friction caused may have set us on fire so I
pulled my sweats down and indicated for him to do the
same. Again he hesitated, but I reassured him we were
completely alone.
	"C'mon muscleboy, don't be so scared."
	Casey's face lit up at the use of this name, so he
stepped out of his sweats. I put my arms around him,
pulled him close and while we rubbed against each
other, I planted a big wet one, with tongue, on him. I
was surprised this time he didn't resist, in fact his
tongue fought back. I took my hand and placed it on
his dick, stroking it to full size. Mine, which since
I'd  started puttin' on muscle got as much of a
workout as its master I named it 'Scotty', needed
little encouragement to respond in kind. Sensing that
Casey was unsure of what to do, I took his hand and
introduced it to Scotty. We stroked one other for a
few minutes until I was sure he was ready. I crouched
down, and inroduced my mouth to "Casey jr." As
expected, he resisted, but when I gave him an extra
little erotic sensation he relaxed. His dick was nice
shape, not too long, and not skinny. He'd certainly
have nothing to be embarrassed about in the showers.
Both of us caught glimpses of ourselves in the mirror;
two well-muscled high school kids gettin' it on in the
weight room. I even noticed Casey attempt the pec
dance as I worked away. After about two minutes of
pleasurable moaning, I felt a gusher churning in his
sac, erupt up his cockshaft and into my waiting mouth.
He moaned and writhed as he emptied his seed. I stood,
and with some of his residue still on my mouth, kissed
him deeply.
	"Um, yummy," I said as I licked my lips and winked.
Scotty was still at full attention, waiting to erupt.
I knew Casey would be reluctant and maybe even
squeamish to get up close and personal with my
alter-ego so I suggested:
	"Flex for me bud. Show me those muscles."
	Casey began hitting some awkward, unpractised poses
as I jerked openly on Scotty. "Come on muscleboy, show
me those big biceps. Come on, make me proud." Casey
did his best as I egged him on. "Come on, let's see
that back. Lookit how wide and thick it is....Lookit
the size of you man! Big fuckin' muscleboy. Two big
fuckin' muscleteens gettin' it on in the weight room.
Yeah, come on buddy" I was getting close and Casey was
getting tired. "Show me the magic."
Casey hit a single biceps pose and looked admiringly
at the mound of muscle atop his arm. This was exactly
what I needed to make Scotty erupt and I did so, all
over the dumbbell rack.
	"Man, that was the best," I said as I caught my
breath.
	Casey took his towel and began wiping up the spent
seed. I watched him as he bent over, even his butt was
muscled. I rubbed my hand over his tight round little
ass and wondered what other delights I may be able to
introduce this muscleboy to. We grabbed our gear and
headed for the changeroom. We had some more fun
soaping each other, hugging in slippery abandon. After
we dried off I offered him a spare string tanktop but
he opted for the extra sweatshirt.
	"Man, if I were you, there's no way I'd wanna keep
that body covered up."
	Casey blushed yet again. "Do you really think I look
that good?"
	"Are you kiddin? Man, if Coach saw the body you were
hidin' under those sweats, he'd have you goin' up on
stage in the Contest with me."
	Casey's demeanor turned serious. "Could you do me a
favor? Please, don't tell anyone right now. Please
Scott?"
	This was the first time he'd called me by name and I
kinda liked it. I still didn't know why he was so
secretive but agreed.
	"When I'm ready," Casey said. "Then I'll surprise
everyone."
	"Can't wait," I replied. "Just be sure I'm there."
	"Wouldn't do it without you. Couldn't... do it
without you."
	This time it was my turn to blush. "Come on
muscleboy, let's get somethin' to eat; my treat.."



        Hope you enjoyed this latest TeenMuscle
episode. Thanks to everyone who wrote and commented on
Private Posedown, this story is for all of you. And
special thanks to Jason, Bob and Dick for their
encouragement. Scott and Casey may return as contest
time draws near. In the meantime, keep pumpin' and
pleasant dreams.