Cain's Desperate Need To Bulk Up

Leaving the gym, ready to head back to his dorm to stretch a bit more and study (all he had today was a 3:30 review session for calculus), Chance felt satisfied, but a little saddened that his time with Brock was so short.

Damn, I wish that stud coulda come back to my room for a little more action, sure would love to shoot a couple more loads with a guy that hot. Chance felt so damned good at getting regular sex, he could spit. But now that his motor had been turned on, he was revved up and raring to go.

As he headed out the doors, he saw the team's equipment manager, Cain Adler. Cain was very quiet but awfully nice, Chance thought. He always had a smile and a compliment for Chance, and gave him fresh towels all the time.

He also brought medicine balls, water bottles, and the elbow slings Chance used to do his hanging leg raises from the pull-up bar whenever Chance asked. And so Chance was kind to him in return, always asking him how he was doing, returning the equipment he used (most guys just left it lying around), and complimenting him on the cool clothes he wore.

He was a sort of a white hip hopper or whatever they called themselves, always wearing the most amazing baggy jeans and hooded sweatshirts. He was a little shorter than Chance, a lot thinner, but very good-looking.

He wore his black hair buzzed very close (sexily close, Chance could honestly say now), and he had a pencil-thin black goatee that was so well-manicured it looked like it was drawn on with a marker. Plus, he was pierced, which Chance thought very hot. He had a little metal ball in the indentation halfway between lip and chin, as well as a little ball in his tongue, and two silver rings in each ear.

As Chance walked up to Cain to shoot the shit, in the back of his horny mind he could just see his cock going in and out of that cute goateed mouth; what the fuck would a little silver ball feel like rubbing against his thick, veiny meat, Chance wondered?

He'd like to hold his hands on that beautifully shaved head, pump that mouth, and find out. Damn, down boy, he laughed to himself. You're starting to wanna fuck anything in pants.

"Hey, Chance s'up? Good practice today?"

"Yeah, very good, thanks. Surprisingly good, in fact. How you doing, man?"

"Not too shabby. Kinda low-key right now. You heading back to the dorms? I'll walk with you."

"Cool."

As they started to walk together, Chance thought he'd make conversation.

"So, what's it like to be the wrestling team's equipment manager?"

"It's tight, man. A regular paycheck is nice, and the work's not too hard. Interesting."

"You wrestle yourself?"

"Nah. I don't think I've got the build. At least, I sure don't have the build you guys have. 'Specially you, man. You are definitely buff, dude."

"Hey thanks, man. I work hard at it."

"I know, man. I watch you guys all the time, when you lift and shit, trying to figure out what I'd have to do to get a body even remotely as good looking. I feel I'd be a hella baller with the ladies if I could bulk up a little. But you guys are all doing such different shit, it's hard to know what to do."

"Fuck, dude. Why'n't you ask me earlier? I can tell you exactly how to get started, the best exercises to build a base, how to develop a strong core, what to eat, everything."

"For real, man? You would do that for me? I can't pay you or anything, though."

"Shit, Cain. I don't want money. I'd be happy to help you out. Look, what're you doing right now?"

"Now? Nothing. I was just gonna grab some lunch."

"Well, before you eat, come on over. I got nothing till 3:30. Let's head back to my place, and I'll set you up on an exercise program right today."

"Sweet! Chance, this is so cool!"

"Hey, no problem, man."

Cain was stoked! Could this be happening? One of the best-built guys on the squad is gonna help him get in shape? How cool is that? Cain felt a little bit guilty, telling Chance he wanted to buff up a little for the ladies. Well, of course, that would be fine.

But honestly, it was more something else, something he wasn't sure Chance could understand: Cain had been anxious for a long time to bulk up cause of how embarrassed he was around the other skaters he hung with. Most always in any kind of decent weather his boys stripped off their shirts when they skated or just hung out.

They were all so cool-looking with their lean muscled arms and chests and abs, and Cain wanted to look that hot, too. Their cool bodies, combined with their piercings and tats, was the look Cain wanted. Cain had no problem with the tats: he had got a very cool one on his back last year. And he was no slouch in the piercing department either.

He had a tongue ball, his chin pierce, both ears, both nipples, and coolest of all, he felt, was his prince albert. He was the last of his crowd to get his, but when Jon and Kev and Teddy all kept saying how great sex was with it, and Cain saw hot fucking hot they looked with it, when they'd go skinny-dipping most afternoons last summer, he had to do it.

And he's glad he did: it looks so awesome, and damn does it ever feel incredible: even though he's only screwed a girl once since getting it, it sure as hell feels good when he plays with it himself.

Cain is totally amped to finish off his body re-modeling; he knows his piercings and the tat on his back are gonna look tight as hell after he gets some of that hard, lean definition the other guys have. Damn, they look so good. And now, maybe he won't be ashamed to hang shirtless, not if Chance can really help him out.

"Man!" he whooped, excitedly, thinking about being bare-chested with the other dudes, "Chance, if you can really get me looking hot, I will owe you big time!"

"Dude, it's practically done. When we get back to my dorm, I wanna see your body, see what you need to work on. Then I'll work up a routine for you and watch to see you're doing it right. You need to go through your diet with me, too, cause that's important. Son, in two months you'll be fighting off the chicks!"

"All right!" Cain said, thinking again of how hot he would look with the rest of his boys. Damn, that's gonna be cool, all us guys naked and hot-looking together. Well, not naked, he thought, embarrassed . . .