Iceman: While driving around on a large college campus, one is bound to see all sorts of people. This is what I was doing when I saw my friend, Peyton, for the first time. I was driving through the middle of campus on my way back to my apartment after class. There were thousands of people walking to and fro because of the class break (I say thousands because I go to a large university in the South). One man caught my eye, however, because he was trying to walk quickly up a hill- with crutches. He was tall, probably around 6'3" with sandy blond hair. All I could see was his backside, but it was gorgeous- especially because of the way he was straining to walk up the hill with his crutches. Out of the goodness of my heart (and my lust), I decided to offer him a ride to wherever he was going since I was finished with class for the day. I drove up next to him and spoke out of the window as he was walking. "Ya need a lift?" He smiled and said he could use some help, so in he climbed and we were off. "Where are you headed?" I asked him. "I'm going to weight training class, but I probably won't do a lot because of this leg." His leg was bound from toe to mid thigh in a cast from a motorcycle accident he had been in a few weeks ago. "I'm Mike. Nice to meet you," I said. "I'm done with class for the day, so if you need some help, I'll be glad to go to the gym with you." I was hoping he would say yes to my offer, but I was sure he probably had a partner in class and would only need the ride. But fortunately for me, I was wrong- well, sort of. "My name's Peyton. Thanks for the offer. My partner is out of town for 2 weeks on a forestry fieldtrip, so I don't have anyone to work out with. I could use the help." I was beaming as he said this. I couldn't believe the luck I was having. We made our way to the gym for his class and as we headed toward the locker room to change, I realized I didn't have any gym clothes. "Hey, Peyton, I just realized that I don't have anything to work out in." I was dressed in khaki pants, a rugby shirt, and hiking boots- the typical college guy attire- but definitely not the proper gym wardrobe. "No problem," he said, "I've got some extra shorts in my locker. You can borrow them." Peyton and I were about the same size, so I agreed. We entered the locker room and headed toward his locker. I was inconspicuously eyeing the other guys who were changing after an earlier class. The University has a lot of "Grade A" men! My mouth almost dropped open as one muscle stud came out of the shower and walked to his locker. He had the biggest chest I'd ever seen. And his package was even bigger! He had to be about 6 inches- soft. I'd have loved to have him down my throat. I had to turn away for fear of getting hard myself. This wasn't the time for that. I had to figure out how to get Peyton over to my apartment after class. He had begun to change into his gym shorts. As he peeled off his shirt, I saw his smooth well built chest. Not overly muscular, but well defined. He took care of himself. While his shirt was over his face, I glanced at his crotch. It was outlined in his boxer briefs. He had nothing to be ashamed of from where I was standing. Class was starting, so we headed to the bench press area. Because of Peyton's leg injury, he was only going to be able to work his upper body for a while. He layed on the bench and I moved to the spotting position over the bar. As he started his reps, I watched his chest heave up and down and his muscles flex and contract with the weight. He was gorgeous lying there. "Okay, your turn," he said. "You don't get to just stand there and watch." I made my way around to the bench and got into position. As I slid myself backwards on the bench, my head was almost in perfect alignment with his cock. "I'd love to press that!" I thought to myself. While lying on the bench, I looked up at the tall blond god that was towering above me making me want him even more. I was ready for the class to be over! Finally, time was up and the coach had everyone gather around in a circle for a quick lecture on form and safety before letting us go. As we walked back to the locker room, Peyton headed toward the shower. "Why don't you just come over to my place and shower there?" I said quickly. Maybe it'll be a little easier since you're on those damn crutches." "Thanks. Maybe I'll take you up on that if it's no trouble." "No trouble at all. My roommates won't be home 'til much later so the place will be empty. Afterwards maybe we can grab some dinner and a few drinks." His eyes brightened at the suggestion. "Lets go!"