My first attempt at a story. Maybe I'm long winded, but I really like when stories set a realistic scene. The Weight Room Now that the work day was over I was looking forward to a good hard workout and a short run on the beach. If the water was still warm enough I'd go for a quick dip to rinse off the sweat afterwards. I hit a bit of traffic on the way but nothing unusual and I was in a good mood when I got to the weight room. Bill was at the front desk and barely looked up when he heard my familiar voice greet him. "Hey, Bill. How's the day?" He grunted a curt "Hi, Mike" and kept ticking away at his keyboard. I headed for the lockers to get changed out of my suit and tie and into my well-worn lifting gear. Today was leg day so I wore cut off sweatpants that wouldn't bind when I did squats and a jockstrap with a thick elastic waistband. My t-shirt shoulda been tossed a whole lotta months ago when the first holes showed up but I liked the ventilation and it was one of my favorites. It fit just right, hugged my chest and arms nicely without biting into my pits. I could see my right shoulder through a new tear there and the old tears showed some the of thick forest of hair on my chest and abs. I was going to wear this thing 'til it fell off of me. I didn't think that day was too far off. Halfway through my second set of hack squats I noticed a new face watching me work through the set. I knew most everyone that worked out this time of day and it was nice to see fresh faces now and then. I tried to keep my form as close to perfect as I could and finished eight reps. I paused to wipe the sweat off my face and arms after locking the weight up and then looked around to check out the newbie. He'd just parked himself on a bench in front of the dumbbells and was pumping out a set of curls with a couple of 15 pounders. I tried to keep my smile small but couldn't help thinking this must be his second week in the gym. He already had a workout routine and knew where things were so it wasn't his first. But if it had been a month he'd already be graduated from that small weight. He wasn't standing but he looked tall. And young. And skinny. I thought to myself, "good for him trying to put on some muscle and not depending on anyone else to make it happen for him". I like independent men and here was this kid working toward a goal with the worst form I've ever seen. I crossed my arms on my chest and watched. When he finished he looked over toward the hack squat machine. I was right behind him and he jumped a little not expecting me to be right there. "You're new here, huh?" I said and held my hand out. "I'm Mike." "Geoff", he nearly whispered. "This you're first week here, Geoff?" "Second", he said. His voice rumbled, a baritone that would have suited a much bigger man and so quiet that it made me think of the way folks talk in a library. I swallowed a smile at having guessed it was his second week. "Are you new to working out?" "Yeah". Ah, he was some kind of shy. Damn, it was endearing. In a big brother/little brother kind of way. I half expected him to start trembling. "Can I give you a couple of pointers? The staff here isn't real helpful." He perked up a little and gave me a small smile. "I'd appreciate that. I watch other guys but I feel weird for staring." Wow, a whole sentence, subject, verb and all. And fuck, what a voice. High and squeaky would have fit him but not this ultra-low bass. He was so skinny that I could make out his clavicle through his loose t-shirt and his adam's apple stuck out like a hawks beak. "Grab those weights and look in the mirror", I instructed. "Good. Now at the start let 'em hang by your sides and face your palms toward you. Yeah, that's it." He looked nervous. "Ok, take a couple of slow breaths, in and out, just loosen up. Now one at a time bend your elbow and bring the weight up to your shoulder." He did as I instructed and on his second rep I reached out to correct his form. "Twist you wrist as you come up. Almost like that, try again. No, twist even more. Ok, hold on, just drop the weights and look at me." He put down the dumbells and gave me his attention. I indicated that I needed to sit on his bench and he stood in front of me. I pushed my sleeve up so he could see my bicep clearly. "You're working this muscle", I said and brought one arm up to flex it for him. I grabbed the peak of my bicep as I flexed. "You need to know what the muscle does to work it properly. He shuffled is feet uncomfortably and looked around, a bit to shy to keep a steady focus on the muscle I was posing for him. "Look", I said. "Whenever I bend my elbow my bicep flexes. Everyone knows that. But watch this." I straightened my arm and twisted my wrist. "See how my bicep flexes when I turn my wrist?" My muscle contracted into a thick ball as I twisted and untwisted my wrist. "Not a lot of people think about the bicep controlling your hand position." I repeated the flex with my wrist turned out then twisted my hand inward and my bicep peak stood up high. All the flexing was causing the veins to stand out in my forearm, bicep and shoulder and the kid's face was turning a bit pink. I laughed and said, "Don't be embarrassed. You gotta study the body to figure out how it works." "You're huge!", He practically whispered and turned from pink to red. I looked his in the eye and said in a serious tone, "Is that your reason for being here? Are you trying to get bigger?" I brought both arms up and flexed for him. "Oh, uh, um", he stammered and went quiet and a deeper shade of scarlet. He was breathing hard and his eyes were wide. I was enjoying this kid's fascination with the gym and muscles. It made me think about my first time. I stood up and got him back in the right position on the bench to do his set. He was silent as I finished my direction. "Ok, now think about flexing your bicep and bring the weight up and twist your hand at the same time." I picked up the 50 pound dumbbells and stood in front of him and mimicked the action so he could follow. He stared as I curled them upward and twisted my wrists in. He followed the motion perfectly and I could see his small muscle bunch up clearly. "Hey, that's much better!" I set on the the weights down and put my hand around his upper arm as he lifted. "Good, concentrate on just the bicep." He turned red again. That was cute. He shuffled on the bench a bit but finished ten reps. I reached for the weights to take them from him and noticed that he had a pretty prominent bulge in his crotch. Not terrible noticeable because of his oversized workout gear, but I could tell it made him self-conscious. I suppressed a smile thinking that this kid was really turned on to this gym stuff. It gave me a stiffy my first few weeks, too. "I'm gonna finish my workout now", I said as I got ready to leave him on his own again. "If you'd like I'll plan a day when we can workout together on the same body part." He nodded at me and held his towel in front of him. I stuck out my hand. "Welcome to The Weight Room, Geoff." He automatically reached for my hand letting his towel slip and gave me a firm grip. "Thanks, Mike!", he answered enthusiastically. I could see the bulge much better with him standing and the towel falling to one side. Kid's really excited, I thought to myself.