Inspired by the excellent writing in Medicine Show, and with Longbow's consent, I offer the following fan fiction for the group's enjoyment. It is not part of the official storyline, just an aside that I hope has some of the same quality as the original story. Please be gentle--it is my first story writing attempt. The first part is mostly exposition, but I promise more dialogue (and adventure) will occur soon. Greg's Gym Adventure--Part I Shit! Greg was pissed. He was cranky. He was feeling sorry for himself. But mostly, he was horny. Horny as only a healthy, athletic college boy could be. Correctionas horny as a college virgin with no boyfriend, fuck buddy, or friend with benefits could be. It was noon on Thursday. Gregs afternoon class had been cancelled, and he was hanging out in the dorm room he shared with his friends Terry and Chris. They were both out, so Greg was spending his alone time laying in bed, cursing his bad genes and the predicament they caused. On the surface, Greg seemed very blessed. He was tall, good looking, with a killer smile and a personality to match. He had a solid frame, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and strong legs. His years of playing high school lacrosse had rewarded him with a jocks physique. Recently, he had been spending a lot more time lifting weights and adding more mass, building his pecs and bulking up his arms. In short, Greg was a stud of which wet dreams were made. When he walked across the campus, he got lots of attention from his fellow freshmenboth guys and girls. But he had a problem, a problem that was caused by three unchangeable facts. Number 1: Greg was gay. So, flattered as he was by the constant attention he received from the female students (and teachers), it couldnt help his current horny predicament. Number 2: Greg was a top. As easy going and laid back as he was in everyday life, what he most desired sexually was to plunge his cock balls-deep into a willing ass, plowing it mercilessly until he filled it with hot cream. Greg was willing to return the favor and bottom for the right guy, but only from a sense of fairness and not from any real desire on his part. Number 3: Greg was fucking hung. Not hung in a wow thats big way, but hung in a oh my fucking God keep away! way. When last he checked, the tip of his thick cockhead stretched just over the 12 ½ inch mark of his tape measure, and Greg had a suspicion he still was growing a bit. A foot long cock was useless to Greg. Although it gave him bragging rights in the locker room, there was no way that he could use it for sex with another guy. Gregs few previous opportunities had ended in abject failureeither swift and premature departures by guys fearful for their lives, or disappointed attempts with guys who ended up acknowledging the impossibility of defying the laws of physics. The most he had gotten was a fast and rough hand job that, frankly, wasnt as good as one he could administer himself. As Greg laid in his dorm bed, his hand wandered down to the lump in his shorts. He gently kneaded he cock and balls, enjoying the sensation as his soft six-incher started filling with blood and expanding. Already shirtless, he pulled off his shorts in one swift motion and tossed them across the room. His six-incher was now eight, with nine not far away. He gripped his cock with one hand and his manscaped balls with the other. The constant attention expanded his tool beyond the ten inch mark, and it showed no signs of stopping. The stroking continued, and his other hand moved from his balls to that sensitive patch of skin between his balls and his asshole. Just tickling that spot was enough to add even more length and girth to his cock. Within moments, he was rock hard and looking bigger than ever. Shit! Greg stopped his self-pleasure, wondering if he was ever going to find somebody who could give him the relief he dreamed of. Life just wasnt fair! His roommate Terry, with a cock barely smaller than his own, had found a girlfriend who was giving him more sex than he could stand. And his other roommate Chris, with a cock the size of a baseball bat, had found a girl (and according to Chris, her roommates too!) who could get him off in lots of ways. The kicker was that Terry and Chris hadnt been born with those cocks, they had grown them using some magic cream that Terry had found. By contrast, Gregs cock was all naturala fact that Greg was proud of, but a fact that didnt really make a difference to his predicament. Shit! Tired of dreaming about finding an ass that could handle his oversize power tool, Greg decided to hit the gym for an early afternoon workout. He pulled on a t-shirt and some shorts, stuffed a change of clothes in his gym bag, grabbed his keys and headed out the door. The campus gym was not far from the dorm. As Greg expected, the place was practically empty at this time of day. He grabbed his lifting gloves, dumped the rest of his stuff in a locker, and headed to the free weight section, which was on the far side of the gym. Greg decided to work pecs. After a quick stretch, he moved to the flat bench. He loaded a plate on each side of the bar and cranked out 15 reps of 135 as a warmup. Greg added another plate to each side and then walked to the towel stand nearby and grabbed a towel, his brain still focused more on the problem between his legs than on his lifting. So, when he got back to the bench, Greg carelessly added another plate to each side of the bar, bringing the total weight up to 315, not the 225 he had planned for his next lift. Greg positioned himself on the bench, gripped the bar, tightened his abs and core and lifted the bar off the rack. Although he had lifted 315 before, he wasnt prepared to move that kind of weight and the bar came crashing down across his chest before he had a chance to stabilize. The heavy bar pinned him to the bench, and Greg couldnt lift it back up to the rack. Greg tried to call for help, but the bar had knocked the wind out of him and Greg feared that no one would hear his struggles in time for him to avoid a serious injury. "Shit!" Just as Greg was getting desperate, two big hands grabbed the bar from above and quickly lift the weight off his chest and back onto the rack. As Gregs vision cleared and he caught his breath, he saw a pair of hazel eyes looking down at him with friendly concern. Dude, are you ok?