Breaking in the Stallions
By Miguelito

CHAPTER ONE

The bowling alley was like a bee hive as the five o'clock start time grew 
closer.  There were twenty-six teams facing off this week, but Sheila, Claire 
and Mike were becoming anxious as Sheila's husband's replacement had not yet 
arrived.  Their opponents were laughing and giggling as Mike drew up his team's 
score sheet for the evening.  Sheila and Claire were up first and then it was 
usually Sheila's husband, but Mike marked "Lieutenant Harris" because none of 
them knew what his first name was.  All they were told was that he was 
Lieutenant Harris, a new transfer at the airforce base.

"I sure hope the Lieutenant makes it on time," Mike sneered impatiently at the 
girls.  All we need tonight is to have to use a dummy score."

"Well you know, Mike," Sheila piped up.  "Maybe the guy doesn't even know how to 
bowl.  Sometimes these single guys from the base only want to make friends."

"He'd better do better than our dummy score if he wants to make friends," 
retorted Mike.  "Do you realize it would only be 107 tonight?"

"Don't get so hung up about it," chided Claire as she gave Sheila a nudge with 
her elbow.  "Check out that guy over there, Sheila.  What a dream-boat!"

Sheila followed Claire's gaze over to the shoe rental counter where a dark 
haired guy in a black leather jacket was buying tickets to play.

"Ooooooooh!" Sheila moaned.  "The Lord was in a good mood when he put HIM 
together."

"Hey Joan!" Claire shouted across at the other team, while waving her arms to 
get Joan's attention.  She put a hand up to the side of her mouth and whispered 
loudly, "Check out the manhood at the counter!"

Joan immediately rose to her feet and stared up at the counter.  She poked at 
one of her team mates who stood up beside her.  The two of them rolled their 
eyes and sighed in unison.

Mike turned around to see what all the fuss was about as all the women giggled 
nervously.  He was getting annoyed.  Then he saw the cause of all the commotion.  
Standing at the counter talking to the attendant was without a doubt the most 
strikingly handsome man in the place.  Even from fifty feet away, the guy stood 
out, the people around him fading into an inconsequential haze.  He had an aura 
about him, an aura of, well, real manhood.  He was a Hunk!  Yes, with a capital 
H.

As Mike's heart began to beat a bit louder, and a bit faster, and as he tried 
desperately to turn his eyes away, the attendant raised an arm and pointed 
straight at Mike.  The Hunk looked over toward Sheila, Claire and Mike and then 
focused right on Mike.  He turned and thanked the attendant, picked up his shoe 
bag and headed straight over towards the team.

"He's coming over HERE!" cried Sheila.  "Don't tell me HE's Lieutenant Harris!"

"I got a feeling he's it," Claire said cheerfully.  "Thank god my boyfriend 
isn't here tonight.  He'd be unbearable."

The Hunk made his way through the crowd of spectators, as every second woman 
turned around to follow him with their longing eyes.  He moved gracefully 
through the dozens of people, politely excusing himself as he squeezed through 
the haze of faces.  Everyone smiled back at him respectfully.

Mike started getting nervous.  He turned back to the score pad in frustration 
and pencilled in his name at the end of each game, right after the Lieutenant's 
... Sheila, Claire, Lieutenant Harris, Mike ... Sheila, Claire, Lieutenant 
Harris, Mike ... Sheila, Claire, Lieutenant Harris, Mike ...

"I'll go meet him," said Sheila excitedly.  "What a living doll!"

Sheila rushed over to the step behind the team's seats just in time to meet the 
guy.  As he emerged from the crowd he stood over Sheila and smiled down at her.  
Sheila just gocked up into his gorgeous chestnut eyes.  His black leather bomber 
jacket was zipped all the way up to his chin.  It was cold outside.  The jacket 
was big and bulky and the scent filled the area instantly.  The Hunk raised a 
hand and lightly brushed his hair back, then rubbed his thick tanned fingers 
into his dark bushy moustache.  He was beautiful!

"You must be Lieutenant Harris!" Sheila blurted out as she reached up to shake 
his hand.  "I'm Sheila Burnside."

"Nice to meet you, Sheila," the Lieutenant replied shyly as he looked around at 
the people he was about to bowl with.  "I hope I'm not late," he added 
apologetically while stepping down onto the lanes.

"NOT AT ALL!" blurted Claire, while rushing in to help Sheila with her new 
acquaintance.  "My name's Claire, and my boyfriend's not here tonight!"

Everyone laughed as Claire took the Lieutenant by the hand and began introducing 
him to the two teams.

"And this is last but not least, Mike, the Boss!" Claire announced as she 
escorted the Lieutenant over to Mike at the scorepad.  "He likes to think he 
keeps more than just the score!"

Everyone laughed, except Mike of course.  He stood up, held out his hand to 
Lieutenant Harris and gazed into his eyes.  "Nice to meet you, Lieutenant," Mike 
said.

"Nice to meet you too, Boss," the Lieutenant replied with a big smile.  His 
teeth were exquisite, gleaming brightly.  He was about an inch taller than Mike, 
but looked much bigger because of the jacket.  Mike was overwhelmed by the 
scent.  It was so 'animal'.

"Please," Mike responded almost scornfully as the Lieutenant's warm thick hairy 
fingers squeezed his hand firmly.  "Just call me Mike, none of this Boss 
business."

"Sure," the Lieutenant agreed politely as he lifted up his shoe bag and grinned.  
"I'd better get my shoes on right away."

Mike turned back to the score pad on his desk and pressed the button to place 
the pins.  "How long have you been playing ten pins, Lieutenant?" Mike added as 
he turned back to watch him sit down to change his shoes.

"Oh, about four years now I guess," the Lieutenant answered, as he sat on the 
bench and unzipped his shoe bag.  He hadn't even taken his coat off yet.  "And 
you?"

"About the same," Mike replied.  He surveyed the Lieutenant carefully as the man 
removed his boots and slipped on his bowling shoes.  "What's your average?"

"AW, COME ON MIKE!" Claire chided.  "Let's just get started!"  Mike turned 
around to check to see if the pins were up and Claire sat down beside Lieutenant 
Harris.  "How long have you been in town ..."

Sheila was first up.  And Joan was opposite her for the other team.  Each of 
them placed their fingers into one of the big ten pin balls and raised it up to 
eye level.

"That Claire, honest to god!" Joan whispered over to Sheila.  "She's only 
interested in ONE strike tonight, I can tell."

"Yeah, I know," replied Sheila.  "That one's always got her mind in the gutter."

They both lunged clumsily forward and heaved their balls down the alley.  Joan 
dropped three corner pins and Sheila lambasted four out of ten, in the centre.  
They both jumped up and down gleefully, took their positions again and rolled 
another ball down the alley.  Joan nabbed two more and Sheila got one.  Not bad 
for the first frame.  The first two shots can kill your confidence.

In the second frame, Sheila got seven more points, and Joan the same.  They 
slapped hands and rushed back to their seats.

So the two teams were tied.  Sheila walked over to Mike at the score pad and 
watched him put her score down.  The two of them turned around to call Claire.  
Their jaws dropped almost to the floor when they saw Lieutenant Harris.

While Sheila was up bowling her frame, the Lieutenant had donned his shoes and 
removed his jacket, and what was underneath was phenomenal.  His snug white tee 
shirt revealed a powerful muscular physique.  He was overwhelming!  No one could 
keep their eyes off him.  His arms were huge and tanned and sculpted out of 
marble, and with the short sleeves rolled up a few times, he was like Hercules.  
His chest was so massive it looked like his shirt would rip apart at the seams.  
His shoulders were broad and like big boulders.  As Sheila and Mike gocked at 
the Lieutenant, he raised an arm and brushed his hair with his fingers again.  
His pectorals shifted upward and his biceps flexed flamboyantly with each 
brushing.

"Oooooh, god help me Mike," sighed Sheila as she swooned deliriously at the 
sight of the gorgeous hunk Lieutenant.  Then she dashed to his side, perched 
herself beside him and raised her hands up to his biceps.  "Do you get these 
from flying, Lieutenant?"

Lieutenant Harris chuckled nervously and blushed, and then shifted away from 
Sheila.  "No-o-o, not really."  He added while releasing his massive powerful 
arm from Sheila's clutching hands.  He stood up and walked around to test the 
fit of his shoes.  Everyone within twenty feet was staring at him in disbelief.  
He was mesmerizing!  Even the guys were all gocking.  The Lieutenant returned to 
Sheila's side, raised a foot up and placed it on the bench beside her and began 
retying the laces, as a dozen pairs of eyes watched him pull them through each 
hole.

"Where's Claire?" Mike queried impatiently, while trying to regain his 
composure, as everyone else.

"She's fetching me some water, Mike." answered the Lieutenant.  "She said she'd 
be back immediately."

Just then Claire came racing out of nowhere with a glass of water, with ice 
cubes no less.  She stepped eagerly down to where Lieutenant Harris was sitting 
and handed him the glass.

"Thanks, Claire!"  the Lieutenant said politely.  "I appreciate it."

"CLAIRE !" Mike yelled with annoyance.

"Yes, Boss!"

Claire wiggled up to the rack of balls, thrust her fingers into one and lifted 
it up to her chin.  She glanced back and smiled at the Lieutenant, shimmied up 
to the line and tossed the huge ball down the alley.

Rumble, rumble, rumble ...

SMASH !

Claire got 7 pins on her first shot.  She was obviously starting out on a roll, 
if you'll pardon the expression.  She was the worst player on the team, up to 
now.  Everyone on both teams applauded because they knew she rarely hit seven, 
ever.  Claire grabbed her second ball and glanced back again at Lieutenant 
Harris.  As he grinned back and applauded with his HUGE muscluar arms high in 
the air, everyone looked back at him to see the source of Claire's inspiration.  
Claire's next ball tumbled straight into the gutter.

"Ohhhhhhh!" sighed the crowd as Claire lowered her head and picked up another 
ball for her second frame.  The balls were quite heavy and Claire almost dropped 
it on her toes.  She had to shove it back into the rack with her knees.  
Everyone laughed at her antics.  Then she tossed again.

Rumble, rumble, rumble ...

SMASH !

Claire jumped up with glee and whistled.  She picked up another one of the big 
balls and tossed it recklessly down the alley.  She got one more pin, making 8 
for her second frame.  She pranced back to sit with the Lieutenant again with 
delight, waltzing defiantly past Mike.

"How do you like them apples, BOSS?" Claire teased as she took a peek at his 
score keeping.  She joined the Lieutenant who stood up and patted her on the 
shoulder as she approached.  Claire looked up into his beautiful eyes longingly.  
"It's your turn now, Lieutenant.  Good luck!"

The Lieutenant was up!

Mike, along with all the other players on the two teams, gocked at the Herculean 
soldier as he strutted gracefully up to the rack of balls.  He calmly slipped 
his fingers into the holes of one ball, and did the same with another ball.  He 
carried TWO of the mothers up to the platform.  Mike was blown away.  He'd never 
seen anyone do THAT before.  No one there had ever seen anyone do THAT before.  
Those balls were heavy.

The Lieutenant stood poised, ready to roll, with one ball in each hand raised up 
to his chin. His back was as wide as a barn door, tapering down to a very slim 
waist. Everyone hushed.  Mike couldn't stop gocking at the the massive and 
powerful Lieutenant.  His glorious glutes stretched the ass of his blue jeans 
right out of their seams.  His buns shifted with each step.  And his tremendous 
triceps rippled as he raised and lowered each of the balls.

Then the Lieutenant gracefully lunged forward with the two balls, dropping both 
to either side as he moved ahead, and released the right ball with the utmost of 
ease down the alley.

Rumble, rumble, rumble ...

BOOM !

"STEEEEE-RIKE !" screamed Claire as the Lieutenant turned back to the rack of 
balls without looking back at the team.  While still holding the extra ball in 
his left hand, he reached down and picked up another one.  Mike marked the 
strike on the score pad and gazed back up at the gorgeous hunk.  He started to 
feel his stomach getting tied up in knots.  This Lieutenant guy was more than 
just Hunk City.  He was in a league all his own.

Lieutenant Harris stood with the two big balls held up to his chin while he 
concentrated.  All eyes were on him.  Everyone was silent.  He leaned forward, 
sauntered gracefully up to the line and released one ball with the utmost of 
precision.

Rumble, rumble, rumble ...

BOOM !

"STEEEEE-RIKE !" cried Claire again as the Lieutenant turned facing the crowd.  
Everyone was applauding and cheering as he tossed the extra ball back onto the 
rack.  He was so well built and so handsome, and he was obviously talented.  
Mike gazed at him enviously.  His stomach was turning and his cock got hard all 
of a sudden.  He felt flushed and weakened.

The Lieutenant didn't bother going over to Mike to see his score.  Everyone knew 
that it was perfect so far.  He just walked past Mike, tugging at his jeans and 
tucking his shirt in more securely.  Sheila and Claire rushed over to him and 
congratulated him profusely.  Claire handed him his glass of water and he took a 
swig.

The Boss was up! But no one was paying any attention.  Everyone was gathered 
around Lieutenant Harris as he massaged his huge powerful arms after executing 
his first two frames.  Mike's arms were aching before he'd even picked up his 
first ball.  He was getting really horny.  He slipped his fingers into one of 
the balls and started to lift it off the rack.  But his hands were sweating and 
he dropped it on the alley ...

CRASH !

Mike leaned over and picked up the stray ball as everyone applauded 
sarcastically.  He was totally embarassed.  He nervously raised the ball up to 
his chin, but he was shaking.  He was so horny.  The Lieutenant was so powerful 
and handsome, and he was just a jerk.  He tossed the ball right into the gutter.  
No one noticed.  Everyone was gathered around the muscular Lieutenant, admiring 
him.

"Not bad, BOSS!" Claire shouted out from behind the Lieutenant's gathering.  
"Keep up the good work!"

Mike turned away in annoyance, grabbed another ball and heaved it wrecklessly 
down the alley.  He hit ONE fucking pin.  He was so pissed off!  He turned 
around and noticed that no one was paying attention, except of course Claire.

"What was that about a DUMMY score, Boss?" Claire ribbed him and turned back to 
talk to the Lieutenant.  "Are you a Body Builder, Lieutenant?"

"Yeah, Claire," the Lieutenant proudly replied.

"Have you ever won any contests?"

"Well, yeah, I've picked up a few trophies here and there."

Mike overheard the conversation and blushed profusely when he heard the word 
'bodybuilder'.  He returned to the score pad and marked in his points, or should 
we say 'point'.  The Lieutenant won trophies for that incredible body of his.  
And he wasn't even been pencilled in yet on the score pad.  He was still working 
on two strikes.

Mike now had to bowl his second frame but felt totally weakened as he gazed over 
at the handsome muscle god who was deluged with admirers.  Mike reluctantly 
returned to the rack, tugged at one of the balls, picked it up and tossed it 
aimlessly down the lane.  Into the gutter again.  He felt a pain in his chest as 
he grabbed another ball for his last shot and dropped it on the floor.  He 
picked it up despairingly with both hands and meekly tossed it into the gutter 
again.  After two frames he had one measly point.

With his head down in shame, Mike returned to his score pad and tallied up the 
score ... Sheila 7, Claire 15, the Lieutenant - two strikes, and Mikey, a grand 
total of one.

After eight frames, Sheila was cruising at 85, Claire had managed to keep her 
momentum and was clocking in at 105 and the Lieutenant?  Well, the Lieutenant 
had chalked up seven strikes and was working on a spare.  He strutted up to the 
rack of balls, hoisted one high in each hand and turned his glorious glutes and 
massive back toward the rest of the players.  All eyes were on his fabulous 
physique.  He was centre stage.  He was powerful and handsome.  He was 
exquisitely masculine.

Rumble, rumble, rumble ...

BOOM !

Lieutenant Harris had just doubled up on his spare.  He grabbed another ball, 
balanced himself perfectly in front of the laneway and gracefully lodged another 
ball down the lane ...

BOOM !

"STEEEE-RIKE !" screamed Claire, again.

Mike marked down the Lieutenant's score, again, and felt overcome with weakness.  
He was getting hornier and hornier every time Lieutenant Harris stepped up to 
the platform.  He tallied the Lieutenant's score - 280 with a strike left to 
fill up.  He had nearly twice as much as Sheila, Claire and Mike put together.  
Mike was mesmerized!  He couldn't concentrate.  The Lieutenant grinned with 
satisfaction as Mike showed him his score.

Mike got a total of 53 for the entire game.  The Lieutenant got 290, almost six 
times as much.  The girls huddled around him, offered to get him refreshments 
and praised him for his incredible score.

Sheila pranced up to the rack of balls to start off another game.  She glanced 
back at Lieutenant Harris, took three long strides up to the line and lobbed the 
big heavy ball directly into the gutter.  She tossed another and managed to 
knock over one pin.  She finished off her second frame in the same manner, with 
a total of two measly points for her first two frames.

Claire jumped up, grabbed one of the balls and ditched it just like Sheila's 
first one.  She looked back at Mike with guilt, and then at Lieutenant Harris, 
with longing.  She turned, raised another ball up to her chin and tossed into 
right into the gutter, again.  She blew it!

Lieutenant Harris strode up to the rack, picked up two of the humungous balls 
and took his place on the platform.  Mike watched every crease in the 
Lieutenant's sexy tight jeans as he spread his legs and lunged forward, tossing 
the ball down the centre of the lane with exquisite precision.

STEEEEE-RIKE, and STEEEE-RIKE again.  Two in a row.  BOOM!  BOOM!

Mike gazed at the super jock hunk as he placed his other ball back on the rack 
and turned to face all his admirers, while tucking in his shirt again.  Everyone 
was totally blown away by him.  He approached Mike at the score pad as Mike 
gocked up in awe of him.

"Hope you do better this time, Mike,"  the Lieutenant said to Mike supportively.  
"We're counting on you!"

Mike stared at the Lieutenant as he returned to his seat, with Claire and Sheila 
and Joan and Mary and Helen and Carolyn and Louise and a half dozen other women 
AND men hovering around him.  When he sat down, he raised his arms up behind his 
head, stretched and started massaging his biceps.  Mike was so horny he was 
flushed and trembling.  He stood up, walked over to the rack and tossed the ball 
into the gutter.

"Hey Mike," yelled the Lieutenant as he rubbed his biceps and flexed for the 
ladies. "Like I said, we're counting on you.  You can do it!"  Mike made three 
points on that frame, and then four on the next.

By this time, the manager had become interested in the Lieutenant's performance.  
After all, if anyone got a perfect score of 300, they won $1000 cash and free 
bowling for the rest of the season.  Lieutenant Harris nearly got a perfect 
score in the first game.  When he got two strikes to start the second game, the 
management called in an official score keeper.  Mike lost his job.  They may as 
well have used a dummy score in his place.  He was utterly distraught by the 
Lieutenant.

By the end of the second game, Lieutenant Harris had maintained a perfect score, 
with eleven strikes packed away and one last ball to shoot.  The entire club was 
gathered around as the sexy gorgeous bodybuilder stood poised to shoot.

"He looks so powerful," Mike heard a young kid whisper in the background.

"Yeah, he does," another male voice murmured.  "Someone said he's won 
bodybuilding trophies, too!"

With the grace of a panther, the Lieutenant lunged forward and lodged the ball 
into the lane with the skilled precision he had been demonstrating throughout 
the evening.

Rumble, rumble, rumble ...

The entire hall was hushed ...

B-O-O-M !

The audience went wild with applause and cheering.  The Lieutenant turned shyly 
around as he tossed the extra ball back on the rack.  He tugged at his jeans and 
tucked in his shirt and then mussed up his gorgeous moustache with his thick 
fingers.  When he removed his hands he revealed the most gorgeous smile.  He was 
incredibly handsome.

Cameras flashed, people cheered and the manager stepped forward to congratulate 
the Lieutenant.  He was magnificent!  He was the ultimate in manhood!  Mike 
stood in the background and watched as the Lieutenant gratefully accepted the 
$1000 cheque.  His beautiful eyes gleamed and his pearly teeth sparkled as he 
grinned, folded the cheque and slipped it into his back pocket.  Mike couldn't 
believe that there was enough space to put ANYTHING into those pockets.  The 
Lieutenant's jeans were so tight that you could see the muscles in his ass 
shifting with every graceful step.  Mike had butterflies in his stomach just at 
the sight of him.

The crowd dispersed to allow the teams to play the last game.  Mike was totally 
embarrassed with himself.  The official scorekeeper remained at their scorepad 
and Mike had to sit back with the Lieutenant and the 'GIRLS'.  He hardly said a 
word to anyone.  He was afraid that the 'GIRLS' would catch him blushing if he 
looked at the Lieutenant.

About half way through the final game, Mike slipped away to the washroom after 
finishing a couple of lousy frames.  He went up to the urinal and stood quietly 
in thought.  He was so tense and disconcerted that he couldn't urinate right 
away.

Suddenly the door squeaked open and someone approached the other urinal.  It was 
the Lieutenant!  Mike's stomach churned as the hunk unzipped his jeans and 
yanked out his cock.

"Hi Mike," the Lieutenant said politely as he shifted his legs and moved closer 
into the urinal.

"Hi Lieutenant," Mike responded with shame in his voice.  He lowered his head 
and added, "I guess you should be congratulated."

The Lieutenant said nothing as he shifted his torso back and looked down into 
the urinal at his cock.  Mike glanced down and noticed that the body builder 
hunk was playing with his penis.  He was massaging it and rubbing it.  It was 
big, too.  REALLY BIG.

Mike stared down in awe as the Lieutenant fondled his manhood.  Mike couldn't 
keep his eyes off the big thick hairy fingers gently squeezing and playing with 
the firm round balls.  He raised his eyes slowly up the Lieutenant's powerful 
torso.  The Lieutenant was gazing down at his cock and then slowly turned to 
Mike, grinning from ear to ear.  He winked at Mike, looked back down into the 
urinal and started to piss.

"Thanks, Mike," he said proudly and then sighed with the relief of the 
urination.  He quickly zipped up, tucked in his shirt and patted Mike on the 
back as he left the urinal.  "Sorry you had a bad night."

The door squeaked shut after the Lieutenant left the washroom.  Mike couldn't 
urinate.  He was so blown away by what had just happened.  He had butterflies in 
his stomach.  The Lieutenant was a phenomenal man.  All Mike could think about 
now was that gorgeous grin, and that deep sexy voice.

It was about seven o'clock when the games were all finished.  The Lieutenant had 
scored 290, 300 and 285 on the final one, making a total of 875 for the three 
games.  That was an average of 292 or 293 per game.  Mike got 53, 78 and 65 for 
a total of 196 for three games, an entire 100 points less than the Lieutenant's 
average for ONE game.

"What was that about a dummy score again, BOSS?" Claire reminded Mike 
mischievously.  "Maybe the Lieutenant would like to play again next week, in 
YOUR place."

Mike watched with despair as the Lieutenant removed his bowling shoes, slipped 
into his sexy boots and reached over to grab his jacket.  He looked across at 
Mike and caught him gocking at him.  He just winked, stood up and began putting 
on his beautiful leather jacket.  He slipped his powerful torso into the 
creaking leather, zipped it up and brushed back his thick healthy hair.

"Anyone need a ride out to Parkwood?" the Lieutenant announced for all to hear.

"Gee, Lieutenant," Claire piped up.  "Too bad my boyfriend is picking me up, or 
I'd definitely need a ride to Parkwood."

The Lieutenant blushed and seemed a bit annoyed with the remark.

"Mike lives out that way," Sheila declared nonchalantly as she sashayed around 
the Lieutenant.  "He's always looking for a ride home."

"Come on, Mike," the Lieutenant instructed as he turned toward the step and 
slung his shoe bag over his shoulder.  "Let's go!"

Mike was suddenly frightened.  He was totally mesmerized by this muscle hunk.  
He was embarrassed by how badly he bowled beside the man.  He kept thinking 
about the scene in the washroom.  But all he could think about was the 
Lieutenant's gorgeous grin, and his phenomenal physique.

"I'm coming, Lieutenant," Mike cried out nervously.  "Wait for me!  I've got to 
go to the washroom!"

CHAPTER TWO

Mike raced out to the front lobby of the club to catch up to Lieutenant Harris.  
The Lieutenant was surrounded by admirers.  Men, women and teenagers alike were 
pestering him with all kinds of questions.

"We heard that you've got bodybuilding trophies, Lieutenant," one eighteen year 
old asked the sexy handsome hunk.  "What titles did you win?"

"Oh, I won my class in the Mr. Pennsylvania State last year, for one!" the 
Lieutenant admitted as he looked over the crowd searching for Mike.

"WOW!" the kid yelled out.  "MR. PENNSYLVANIA!"

"And I also won ..." the Lieutenant continued obligingly.  "Oh, gotta go, here 
comes my friend.  Thanks everybody!  See you all again, soon I hope."

The Lieutenant gently pushed his way through his admirers and headed over to 
greet Mike, who stood waiting in the corner by one of the exit doors.  He smiled 
at Mike and rolled his eyes back with relief.

"This get's really carried away sometimes," the Lieutenant confided to Mike.  
"People can get so inquisitive.  Let's get going."

"I'm with you, Lieutenant," Mike replied as he pushed the door and held it for 
him.

"LIEUTENANT! LIEUTENANT!" someone yelled from the door as the duo headed out 
toward the parking lot.  A young woman ran up to the Lieutenant and tugged at 
his jacket.  "Can you tell me how big your arms are?"

"They're big enough for both of us," the Lieutenant retorted impatiently.  "Now 
if you'll excuse us, please."

"Gees!" Mike sighed.  "That's unbelievable, that they would get so personal with 
you!"

"Yeah! Tell me about it!" the Lieutenant groaned.  "But forget it!  Let's get to 
the car!"

Mike followed the handsome dude through the parking lot.  The sun was just 
setting and the air was cool and crisp.

"Just how big ARE your arms, Lieutenant?" Mike couldn't resist trying to find 
out.  "If you don't mind my asking."

"Well, Mike," the Lieutenant responded with a chuckle.  "Last time I measured 
they were 20 and a quarter."

"Holy Shit!" cried Mike.  "Twenty INCHES?  That's UNREAL!"

The Lieutenant just laughed as he strolled up to a fabulous cherry red Fiero II 
and shoved a key in the lock.  Mike was aghast!  What a super car!

"WOW!  This is YOUR car?"

"Sure is Mike, all mine.  Hop in!"

Mike darted around to the passenger side and waited as the Lieutenant reached 
over and unlocked 

the door.  Mike carefully climbed down into the passenger seat.  It was like 
getting into the cockpit of a jet or something.  The Lieutenant turned on the 
interior dash board lights.

"WOWWWWWWWW!" Mike sighed in awe.  "This is like a space ship or something, like 
in Star Trek! WOW!"

"Fasten your seat belt partner," the Lieutenant ordered as he turned the 
ignition, shoved the stick shift forward into first gear, and burnt rubber right 
out of the parking lot.

Mike started getting really excited.  His adrenalin was high.  His heart was 
beating faster.  And as he sniffed the rich animal scent that filled the car 
from the Lieutenant's leather jacket, he felt his cock harden and his stomach 
tensing up.  The Lieutenant unzipped his jacket and Mike glanced at his vast 
pectoral mass bursting out of the white tee shirt underneath.  And when the 
Lieutenant moved his arms around with the steering wheel, the leather of his 
coat creaked, sending ripples of shivers down Mike's spine, right through his 
body to the crest of his craving cock.

As the Lieutenant headed through the suburban streets toward Parkwood Road, he 
started getting talkative.

"How long have you been with that bowling club?"

"It's about two years now," Mike replied.  "I've been with Claire and Sheila 
since the beginning!"

"Ohhhh, that Claire dame!" the Lieutenant scorned.  "She's just a bit too up 
front for me.  I don't think I like her."

"Yeah!" Mike admitted.  "She does come on a bit strong!"

"Like she had her hands all over me.  I don't know anybody there, except you a 
bit now.  It was hard for me not to tell her where to get off!  And the way she 
treated you, too.  Pissed me off!  Anyway, enough about her!"

"Lieutenant?" Mike timidly asked.

"Yeah, Mike?  What?" the Lieutenant responded while trying to cool down.

"I don't mean to pry, but all during bowling I kept wondering something about 
you."

"Shoot, Mike!" the Lieutenant replied as he stuck a finger into the steering 
wheel spoke and slowly but firmly steered the Fiero around a corner, with one 
measly finger.  As his arm moved firmly with the wheel, the leather creaked 
tickling every vulnerable bone in Mike's squirming body.  The Lieutenant smiled 
and winked at Mike.

"Well, you're a Lieutenant, right?  In the Air Force, right?"

"Right, Mike."

"Well, just exactly what do you do on your job?"

"I'm a pilot, Mike! I got wings!"

"You FLY?" Mike exclaimed.  "You mean, like, jet bombers and stuff?"

The Lieutenant nodded as he turned the Fiero down another street.  "Yeah!  I'm 
an instructor."

"How old are you, Lieutenant?"

"I'm twenty-nine, Mike!  How old are you?"

"I'll be twenty-three in two weeks!" Mike proclaimed proudly.  It was good 
talking to the Lieutenant like this.  He was getting into a better mood.

"Well I'll just have to take you up for a quick fly for your birthday," the 
Lieutenant declared.  "Would you like that, Mike!"

"SURE! I'D LOVE IT! WOW!"

"It's your turn now, Mike.  Where do you work?"

"I just got a temporary job as a clerk with the City.  So far it's great!  I 
really like it!  And I've rented a room in Parkwood.  It's really neat."

"And your parents, where are they?"

"Oh, they're down in Washington.  Dad's a big shot in the government.  I 
wouldn't have my job if it wasn't for him."

"We're both lucky, you know, to have jobs in this day and age," the Lieutenant 
stated.  "Lots of people aren't as fortunate as you and I."

The two were headed down the Parkwood Road when the Lieutenant suddenly turned 
off down a country road.  Mike wondered what was going on.  Parkwood was another 
two miles down the highway.

"Uh, wh-where are we going, Lieutenant?" Mike asked timidly.

"Oh, sorry, Mike.  I forgot to mention.  I don't actually LIVE in Parkwood.  I'm 
going to the gym out there.  It's the best one in the district.  I just need to 
stop off at home, get changed and maybe grab a bite."

"Oh!" Mike responded with bewilderment.  "Wh-where do you actually LIVE?"

The Lieutenant laughed as he slowed down the car and turned into a long driveway 
leading up into the bush.  "Right here, my friend!  Welcome to my castle!"

Mike was dumbfounded!  The guy really had class.  They drove into the bush and 
up a hill where a modern rustic chalet was nestled into the pine trees.  It was 
fabulous.

"Come on in, Mike," the Lieutenant announced as he pulled up to the garage, 
pulled back the gear shift and turned the key.  The engine was silenced.  "I'll 
just be ten minutes and we'll continue on to Parkwood."

"Okay! Sure, Lieutenant!"

The two of them climbed out of the 'space ship' and slammed the doors behind 
them.  Mike followed the Lieutenant eagerly up the front stairs to the big 
veranda.  He looked around and noticed the lights of Parkwood off in the 
distance.

"Gee, Lieutenant, you can see for miles from up here.  You're really lucky!"

"It ain't luck, Mike.  It took me three months to find this place.  In fact, I 
just bought it only about two weeks ago!"

"You BOUGHT IT?"

"That's right, my friend," the Lieutenant replied and then chuckled.  "I just 
moved in the day before yesterday, so be prepared."

"Well, welcome to the neighbourhood, Lieutenant!"

"Thanks, Mike," the Lieutenant laughed as he opened the door and ushered Mike 
into his beautiful new home.

Mike walked into the foyer and gazed at the beautiful gorgeous hunk as he 
removed his leather jacket.  There before Mike was the powerful torso that 
everyone at the bowling alley had been mesmerized by.  And they were alone!

The Lieutenant placed his jacket on a hanger and pulled another hanger out for 
Mike's coat.  "Give me your jacket and I'll hang it up," he instructed Mike.

Mike hesitated.  How long was this going to take?  But when he gazed at the 
muscular Lieutenant standing before him, waiting to take his coat, he felt he 
had no choice.

"I'm STARVING," lamented the Lieutenant as he carefully positioned Mike's coat 
on the hanger and hung it in the closet.  "Come to the kitchen!"

Mike looked around as he tagged along behind the Lieutenant.  It was a really 
sexy place, really modern, but very countrified.  He could smell the pine trees 
outside.  But he couldn't keep his eyes from wandering too far from the 
Lieutenant's glorious glutes.

The Lieutenant strutted into the kitchen and turned on the light.  He headed 
straight for the refrigerator.  "I AM TOTALLY FAMISHED!  Mike, I'll make us a 
tuna sandwich."

"Oh sir, no," Mike protested, surprised at having called him 'Sir'.

"SIR?" the Lieutenant laughed.  "What's with this 'Sir' stuff?" he questioned as 
he reached into the fridge and grabbed a loaf of bread and a container of 
something.

"Well, I just meant," Mike replied defensively.

"You just meant what?"

"I just meant, well," Mike responded with uncertainty.  "Okay, I'll have a 
sandwich, too.  Thanks a lot, Lieutenant!"

The Lieutenant placed the bread and the container on the counter, looked 
straight into Mike's eyes and began taking off his tee shirt.

Mike freaked!  The guy was a Greek god and here he was taking his shirt off in 
front of him.  He was built like a brick shit house.  Mike gocked at the 
Lieutenant as he pulled the tee shirt up over his head, tossed it on one of the 
kitchen chairs and reached up and brushed his hair with his thick powerful 
fingers.

"I already made the sandwich filling, early this morning Mike.  It'll just take 
a minute!"

The Lieutenant carefully laid out four slices of bread on the counter as Mike 
watched his triceps rippling and flexing with every single movement.  The 
Lieutenant then opened the container, took a butter knife and started spreading 
the tuna filling over the bread.  Mike watched his biceps stretching and flexing 
with each swipe of the knife.

"Wait'll you taste this, Mike.  It's DELICIOUS!"

Mike glanced down at the Lieutenant's gorgeous glutes, enshrouded snugly in blue 
stone washed denim.  The herculean hunk shifted his legs from left to right, 
right to left, as he prepared the sandwiches.  When the tuna filling was spread, 
he very precisely sliced each sandwich in two, reached up to the cupboard and 
grabbed two small plates and gingerly placed his creations on each of the 
plates.

"Voila, monsieur!"

Mike reached out and took his plate from the Lieutenant.  He picked one slice up 
and took a big bite.  He was, afterall, quite hungry as well.

"Ummmmmmm!"

"You like it?" queried the Lieutenant eagerly.

"It really hits the spot, Lieutenant!" Mike replied enthusiastically.  "You are 
to be commended!"

The Lieutenant giggled and took a huge bite of his sandwich, with his gorgeous 
mouth opening wide exhibiting his gleaming teeth.  "Thanks, Mike!"

As he munched on his tuna sandwich, the Lieutenant flexed his magnificent 
pectoral muscles.  He was obviously titillated.  Just goes to show what a 
sandwich can do for a REAL man.

"And what a man", Mike thought as he gocked at the Lieutenant's panoramic rock 
hard chest.

"You're really powerful, aren't you, Lieutenant?"  Mike asked carefully.  He 
didn't want the Lieutenant to think he was like Claire.

"Well, this sandwich is really going to help," the Lieutenant replied firmly, 
evading Mike's inquiry.  "When I get to the gym later, this sandwich is going to 
make all the difference in the world."  He put the sandwich on the counter, 
stretched his arms out and struck a heavy duty most-muscular pose for Mike.

Mike swooned.  The man was so powerful, packed solid with hard tough muscle.  He 
was deeply tanned and so incredibly handsome, with the sexiest moustache in the 
world.  Mike wanted to fall to his knees and kiss his feet.  While surveying the 
rugged muscular physique before him, he put his plate on the counter and gobbled 
down the last bite of his sandwich.

"What does it feel like to be so powerful, to have everyone literally drooling 
over you?" Mike dared to ask.  "You are an incredible man!  You really are!"

"Well, Mike," the Lieutenant started, as he took their two plates, rinsed them 
off in the sink and placed them on the counter.  "I think that's why I live out 
here, alone.  I love the isolation.  People drive me crazy with their pawing at 
me.  I'm just one of the guys!  Leave me alone!"

Mike was taken aback by the Lieutenant being so open about his thoughts.  He 
watched the gorgeous man wipe his wet thick sexy hands with a towel and head 
toward the kitchen door.  The crevice in his stone washed ass was exquisite.  
His buns were muscular and beautiful, shifting gracefully with each step that he 
took out of the room.

"Come with me!  I need to change my clothes!"

Mike followed obediently.

"You shouldn't isolate yourself so much you know," Mike lamented as he followed 
the Lieutenant down the hall and into the bedroom.  "All those women, you could 
pick and choose what you want!"

"Yes, Boss," the Lieutenant laughed.  "But I'm not interested in all those 
women," he declared firmly as he led Mike to his bedroom.  "I'm a MAN's man.  I 
hate all that feminine shit!  Do you like the way that Claire broad talked to 
you tonight?  I sure didn't.  I really just wanted to punch her lights out!"

The Lieutenant turned on his bedroom light and looked around to see where Mike 
was.  "Talk to me while I change, Mike.  I really like chatting with you!"

Mike stood in the doorway and surveyed the Lieutenant's bedroom.

"So!" Mike exclaimed.  "This is the Master suite?"

"Right on, Mike!  This is the Master suite!  Sit on the Master's bed," he added 
while motioning over to the monstrous king size bed.

"YES, SIR!" Mike responded jokingly as he strolled over to the bed and perched 
himself up near the pillows.  As he stretched his legs out, he watched the 
powerful bodybuilder reach down and tug at his boots and toss them in the 
corner.  He then carefully unzipped his jeans in front of the mirror and started 
peeling them off his stone hard legs.

Before Mike knew it, the Lieutenant had removed his glove-like jeans and was 
standing in front of the mirror admiring his fabulous physique.  All he had on 
was a pair of sexy pale blue bikini posing trunks.  You could just slightly see 
the tan marks around the edge of the material.

"HEY!" Mike yelled suddenly.  "Don't forget your cheque, in the back pocket of 
your jeans!"

"Shit, yeah!" exlaimed the Lieutenant.  "You're really on the ball, you are."

"Just what do you plan to do with all that money?" Mike inquired curiously as 
the Lieutenant retrieved the cheque and placed it on his dresser.

"Well, the whole thing will go towards new equipment for the gym I'm buying."

"You're kidding?" Mike responded with surprise. "You're BUYING a gym?  Then you 
could retire I bet!"

"HA!" the Lieutenant reacted emphatically.  "It'll be a long time before I leave 
the forces.  Just moving here puts me in line for a promotion.  I'll be getting 
my Lieutenant-Colonel by the end of the month actually."

"Wow!"

"But I want my own gym more than anything in the world.  I love going to the 
gym, the discipline, the sweat, the guys pumping iron, the flexing.  Hey, why 
don't you come with me tonight, Mike?"

"ME? GO TO THE GYM?" Mike cried, almost terror stricken.  "I don't think ..."

"Aw, come on!  It'll be fun.  I'd really like you to!"

"Well, let me think about it," Mike appeased the powerful man.  "I'll decide 
when we get to Parkwood, okay?"  The Lieutenant looked dejected.

Mike's cock started throbbing.  It had been hard and aching for most of the 
evening, but this conversation was making him almost lose control.  The 
Lieutenant started tugging at his posing trunks, while he flexed his wash board 
abdominals in the mirror.  Mike could barely stop himself from writhing on the 
bed.

"Why do you wear a bathing suit instead of underwear?" Mike queried, trying to 
change the subject.

"It's NOT a bathing suit, Mike.  They're POSING trunks," the Lieutenant replied 
with a hint of annoyance.  "They're more snug.  I like a 'compact' fit," he 
added while managing a slight grin for Mike and looking admiringly down at his 
burgeoning basket.  "Makes me feel more secure.  I don't know.  It's just a 
thing I have.  They're far more comfortable."

With that, the Lieutenant marched over to the closet, pushed aside the sliding 
door and produced a cloth measuring tape.  He headed straight over to Mike, who 
was by this time laid right out on the bed, and held the tape out for him, 
smiling.

Mike was pleased that the visit to the gym had been avoided.  He jumped up and 
took the tape that the Lieutenant was handing to him.  He knew exactly what he 
wanted.  Mike stood up and stretched the tape, measuring out twenty-four inches.

Mike stood up beside the lofty, powerful bodybuilder while brandishing the tape.  
The Lieutenant smirked proudly as he raised his right arm, stretched it out and 
then flexed it deeply several times in front of the mirror.  He then raised his 
pumped biceps for Mike, who wrapped the two feet of tape around the Lieutenant's 
upper arm and measured off the slack.

"Lieutenant, I can't BELIEVE the size of your arm.  It's really almost TWO feet 
around.  You must be INCREDIBLY powerful!  I bet mine are only, well, let's 
see," Mike said as he struggled to wrap the tape around one of his arms with his 
other hand.

"Here, let me do it," the Lieutenant laughed as he pulled the tape from Mike and 
eagerly measured out a length of it.  "Here's ten inches.  Do you think that's 
too much?" he kidded while holding up the tape.

"Screw you!  Go fly a jet!"

"You're too much, Mike," the Lieutenant said as he placed the tape around Mike's 
upper arm, grinning profusely.  "Okay, FLEX!"

"WOW, MIKE!" the Lieutenant laughed boisterously.  "ELEVEN fuckin' inches!"

"Get lost, punk," Mike retorted in defiance.

"Here, measure my waist for me," the Lieutenant responded anxiously and handed 
the tape back to Mike.

Mike took the tape, but wasn't sure how much to measure out.  He bent over in 
front of the Lieutenant, secured the end on the crest of one of his granite hard 
abdominal muscles and pulled the slack around the Lieutenant's lower back.  As 
he brought the slack around the gorgeous man's waistline, Mike was shocked at 
the measurement.

"Thirty-one smackers," Mike announced as he looked up into the Lieutenant's 
gleaming chestnut eyes.  "But you're so MASSIVE!  MY waist is thirty-three.

"Measure my chest now.  This is really helpful, Mike.  Thanks!"

The Lieutenant stood straight and proud, breathed in and flexed his vast marble-
like pectorals.  Mike quickly measured, pulling the tape under one of the man's 
huge arms, around his massive back and back through his other humungous arm to 
join the ends over the ravine that separated the Lieutenant's massive chest.

"HOLY SHIT, LIEUTENANT!" Mike yelled.  "FIFTY INCHES!  You have a FIFTY INCH 
CHEST and a THIRTY INCH WAIST!  This is UNREAL!"

The Lieutenant looked down into Mike's eyes and smiled.  As he took the tape 
from Mike's hand, he reached down and tugged at his posing trunks.  He shoved 
his hand deep inside his crotch and squeezed his cock.  Mike looked down 
nervously as the Lieutenant wrapped an entire hand around his manhood.  He 
pulled the trunks off with the other hand in which he was still clutching the 
measuring tape.  Mike watched in awe as the Lieutenant's trunks fell to the 
floor and he continued to massage his cock while looking into Mike's eyes.  Mike 
was suddenly frightened.

"Well, we'd better get moving," the Lieutenant declared with an unexpected frown 
as he quickly released his big meaty penis and leaned over to pick up his 
trunks.  He put the tape back in the closet, pulled out a pair of dark blue 
jogging pants and gingerly donned them.  He then pulled a skimpy red tank top 
out of a dresser drawer and pulled it over his massive frame, raising his 
powerful arms up in the air to do so.

Mike just stood there, frozen.  He couldn't believe what had happened.  It 
reminded him of the scene in the washroom at the bowling alley.

The Lieutenant was silent, almost introspective, as he slipped his feet into 
pair of running shoes, lifted each foot up onto a chair and tied the laces and 
then foraged through his gym bag.

"Ready, Mike?" he asked sternly as he zipped up the bag and headed over to the 
light switch.  "I'm gonna be late!"  He didn't even wait for Mike's reply.

"I'm with you, Lieutenant," Mike replied, feeling somewhat confused by the 
sudden change in the atmosphere.  He slipped past the Lieutenant who was 
standing in the doorway with his finger on the light switch, waiting for Mike to 
leave the room.

Mike meandered down the hallway, past the kitchen to the foyer at the front 
door.  The Lieutenant followed right behind.  When they were both at the closet, 
the Lieutenant opened it up, handed Mike his coat and threw on his sexy bomber 
jacket again.  With only a tank top underneath, the cleavage in the centre of 
his powerful pecs was like a deep crevice between two massive boulders, framed 
in sensous creaking black leather.

"Sorry I held you up, Mike," the handsome stud stated apologetically as he 
locked the door behind him and looked straight into Mike's eyes, appearing 
saddened by something, almost regretful.

"Hey, Lieutenant," Mike said.  "What's wrong?  Why the frown?  Did I do 
something wrong?"

"No, no, no, Mike, " the Lieutenant answered almost gloomily.  "Let's just get 
going, okay!"

"Okay, SIR!" Mike retorted sarcastically.

Suddenly the Lieutenant grinned from ear to ear, slipped his keys into his 
pants, slung his gym bag over one shoulder and grabbed Mike's upper arm with his 
big powerful hand.

"ELEVEN FUCKING INCHES!  WOWWWWW!"

"Get the fuck out of here, you dink!" Mike yelled as he pulled himself from the 
Lieutenant's grip and headed down the stairs to the car.

The Lieutenant roared with laughter as he followed the 'Boss' down the stairs 
into the darkness.  He started to giggle uncontrollably.

"Get your ass down here," Mike yelled.

CHAPTER THREE

"You're a real moody one, aren't you?" Mike started cross examining as the 
Lieutenant put his foot to the floor, spun the wheels of his Fiero and squealed 
out onto the road.

"Eleven fuckin inches, gee," the Lieutenant nervously said while trying to hold 
back the giggles.

Mike raised a hand and smacked the Lieutenant on the shoulder.  "Cut it out, you 
turkey!"

The Lieutenant turned to Mike and grinned like a little kid as he calmly steered 
the Fiero out onto the highway.  The giggling stopped and he looked like he was 
going to say something earth shattering.

"You're a nice guy, Mike.  I like you!  You're lots of fun."

Mike was suddenly embarrassed.  Hercules was a pretty nice guy, too.  Under the 
skin of that fabulous sexy powerful handsome total MAN was a lonely guy.  He 
didn't really show it, but Mike knew.  And he wanted to wrap his eleven inch 
arms around him and hug him as tight as he could.

"You're a nice guy, too!  Put 'er here!" Mike said confidently as he held out 
his hand to the Lieutenant.  The Lieutenant pulled up to a stop sign, shifted 
the gear and grabbed Mike's hand in his.  He squeezed Mike's fingers hard and 
shook his hand firmly and sincerely.  Mike looked into his eyes and the two of 
them grinned, ears to ears.

The Lieutenant gently slipped his hand out of Mike's, grabbed the throttle and 
shifted the stick forward, squealing the tires again.

The scent of leather became overwhelming again.  As the Lieutenant confidently 
steered the Fiero around each curve of the highway, with one firm finger, the 
creaking of his jacket started to arouse the murmuring titillations deep in 
Mike's groin.  The Lieutenant caught Mike glancing at his tumultuous pectorals 
which poured out from under the tank top to be captured in black leather.

"Fifty inches, eh," Mike sighed in disbelief.

The Lieutenant shifted in his seat and withdrew one hand from the steering 
wheel.  He reached behind his back and pulled his jacket back on each side and 
sat up straight, breathing d-e-e-e-e-p, revealing his exquisitely massive torso.

"So, Mike, your're coming to the gym with me, right?"

"W-w-well, I ..."

"Yeah, you're coming with me," the Lieutenant persisted.

"Okay, sure," Mike replied submissively, lowering his head in resignation.

"What's the matter, Mike?  It'll just take 45 minutes."

"Well, it's just that ..."

"Just that what?"

"Well, I'm just not into throwing all those weights around," Mike explained 
regretfully as the Lieutenant pulled up to another stop sign.  "Especially the 
kind of weights YOU probably throw around!"

The Lieutenant giggled as he geared down, and held his hand up over his mouth.

"Mike, you don't have to work out with me.  I just want you to see the place," 
he promised while trying to wipe the grin off his face.  "To be honest with you, 
this is the gym I'm gonna buy.  I want you to see it.  Maybe you could check it 
out for me, tell me what you think."

"You're pulling my leg!"

The Lieutenant reached down after shifting back to forward and deliberately 
squealed off down the highway.  He grabbed Mike's leg and tugged at it.

"Yes, Boss, I'm pulling your leg," he joked.  "NO! I'M SERIOUS!  I'm gonna buy 
this gym."

"Get your hands off me, you brute!" Mike yelled at the Lieutenant.  "Okay, you 
talked me into it!  This could be interesting, maybe.  Hurry up!" he urged, with 
a change of spirit.

The two of them laughed and joked all the way down the dark highway into 
Parkwood.

After cruising down a few side streets, the Lieutenant pulled up to a business 
complex about the size of a curling rink.

"Hey," Mike exclaimed.  "My room is just down this street a couple of blocks.  I 
never saw this place before."

The huge parking lot was brightly lit up and there were about a dozen cars 
sitting near the entrance.  All along one side of the building there were 
windows through which one could see a vast array of exercise equipment.

The Lieutenant zipped into a parking spot, shifted the gear and turned the key 
to silence the engine.  What a fine machine that Fiero was.

"Well, Mike," the Lieutenant announced proudly.  "Here's my second home!"

Mike hesitated again as he reluctantly opened his door and climbed out of the 
magnificent sports car.  The Lieutenant reached over and locked Mike's door, 
turned off the headlights and grabbed his gym bag.  He lifted his glorious 
glutes up out of the 'cockpit', slung his bag over his shoulder and slammed the 
door.  He looked around at Mike who was still standing beside the car looking 
worried.

"What is the friggin problem," the Lieutenant demanded impatiently.  "It's only 
a gym!"

"But I'm such a skinny jerk!  They'll all laugh at me.  Do I look like I belong 
in a GYM?"

"First of all, mister," the Lieutenant chided.  "You are NOT a jerk!  If anyone 
laughs at you they'll have ME to deal with."  Mike just gazed at him longingly.  
The Lieutenant would actually stick up for him, protect him.  "Here, carry my 
bag for me.  You'll look like somebody," the Lieutenant added.  "You know, 
there's a lot of heavy duty military brass who come here.  And many of the 
members are top civil servants from your City Hall, too.  This is, quite 
frankly, an executive club, Mike.  You never know who you could bump into here."

The Lieutenant then held up his bag for Mike who reluctantly took it and offered 
him a brief conciliatory smile.  The two of them began walking over to the front 
steps of the gym.

"You may be skinny," the Lieutenant chuckled as they approached the entrance. 
"But ..."

"FUCK OFF!" Mike chastized as he lifted up the Lieutenant's gym bag and struck 
him with it.  The Lieutenant held his hands up around his head and started 
giggling.

"DON'T! DON'T! You'll hurt me!" he cried out.

"Come on, you turkey," Mike responded.  "Let's get this over with."

The two fooled with the bag and laughed as they climbed the stairs up into the 
gym.

"Parkwood Gym?" Mike queried as he noted the neon sign above the door.  "How 
original can you get?"

"Yeah," the Lieutenant agreed.  "I always thought it was kind of boring.  
"Something like 'The Barracks' or "The Military Press Club' would be great."

"Oh, God!" Mike winced as the Lieutenant held the door open for him and held his 
hand, palm up, to welcome Mike into the gym.

"After you, Boss!"

"If my father could only see me now," Mike said sarcastically as he lugged the 
Lieutenant's bag through the doorway.  "Okay, Lieutenant, you lead the way."

Mike followed Mr. America around a corner and they walked into the huge club.  
There were barbells and dumbells scattered all over the place, and racks and 
racks of weights with iron plates strewn in every direction.

"Why is everything lying all over the place?" Mike asked in amazement.  "It 
looks like kindergarten after the teacher committed suicide."

"You've got a good point there, Mike," the Lieutenant responded as he placed his 
fingers on his moustache and rubbed the thick hairs with an inquisitive look on 
his face.  "I think I'll speak to the manager about that."

The Lieutenant led Mike into the locker room, which was just to the left as they 
entered the gym.  Mike struggled with the Lieutenant's bag while the Lieutenant 
pulled some keys out of his pocket, approached an open locker and started taking 
off his jacket.

"So, do I get a break yet?" Mike asked impatiently.

"Oh, sorry," the Lieutenant replied.  He slipped his jacket back on, took his 
gym bag from Mike and removed a small towel and placed the bag on the floor in 
front of the locker.  He then continued to remove his sexy jacket.  Mike looked 
him over admiringly as the man's gigantic powerful torso suddenly filled up the 
room.  The Lieutenant hung his coat in the locker, tossed his bag inside and 
tossed his keys to Mike.

"Here! You can take care of these for me," the Lieutenant directed as he slammed 
the locker door, and turned to the door.

Mike caught the keys and rushed to keep up with the Lieutenant as he strutted 
out of the locker room and into the huge vast gym.

Charging into the locker room as they were leaving was a stocky older man who 
looked like a bull dog.  He was sweating profusely and breathing very heavily.  
He pulled the door open as the Lieutenant and Mike were about to walk through.

"Hey, Lieutenant," he acknowledged.  "How's it going," he asked after stopping 
dead in his tracks to survey the handsome bodybuilder.  "You're looking 
fantastic, as usual," he added and then glanced at Mike with bewilderment.

"Hi, Colonel," the Lieutenant greeted him.  "You're looking pretty good 
yourself."

"Thanks," the Colonel replied as he gazed at the Lieutenant's magnificent torso.  
"Give me a call, okay?  I want to talk to you."  He made his way into the locker 
room as Mike and the Lieutenant headed out into the gym.

"Who was that?" Mike asked the Lieutenant eagerly.

"Colonel Somers.  He thinks I should open my gym downtown, instead of buying 
this one.  I told him I did't think it was feasible at this time, but he keeps 
bugging me about it."

"You're really serious about this, aren't you," Mike asked.  "Maybe he knows 
what he's talking about.  Have you discussed it with him?"

"Oh yeah," the Lieutenant replied matter of factly.  "He's more interested in 
the money than the muscles.  Doesn't know what he's talking about."

Mike walked closely at the Lieutenant's side as he strolled past rows of 
exercise equipment.  Mike didn't know what to expect next.  The powerful man 
commanded complete and total respect from each client in the place.

"Hey, Lieutenant," one guy doing leg presses greeted as they passed by.  "How's 
it goin?"

"Great, Frank!  You still working on those ham strings like I suggested?"

"You bet, Lieutenant!  Thanks for the advice."

"Good stuff," the Lieutenant replied as he nodded approvingly at Frank and 
continued down the aisle.  He looked around to see if Mike was following.  
"Mike, I'm gonna work on my arms tonight.  Won't take long!"

"How much time DO you spend on those incredible arms," Mike queried as they 
passed a couple of women who were gocking at the Lieutenant and giggling.  He 
ignored them.

"Oh, I actually only spend about 10 minutes on biceps and 15 minutes on triceps, 
per week."

"PER WEEK!" Mike exclaimed with disbelief.  "But that seems impossible.  You're 
so, uh, powerful!"

"Yeah, it's wild, isn't it.  But it works!  You ever heard of Mike Mentzer?"

"No, can't say as I have," Mike answered with a blank look on his face as the 
Lieutenant slowed down near the bench press machines.

"Well, he's one of the most famous and most respected bodybuilders of all time.  
He's developed a very scientific approach to bodybuilding.  I even went to 
California and trained with him for a week.  His method is called Heavy Duty.  
You don't train as much as you can, you train as HARD as you can.  I don't need 
to train any more than once a week for my arms, but twice a week for my legs."

The Lieutenant stopped in front of a bench press with a huge barbell resting in 
the braces.  It must have been about two hundred pounds, easy.  The Lieutenant 
passed his towel to Mike who took it from him without question.  Suddenly a 
middle aged man, fairly well built, appeared out of nowhere and walked right up 
to the Lieutenant.  Mike's jaw nearly fell to the floor.  He couldn't believe 
it.  It was his Director General at work.

"Lieutenant Harris," he said cheerfully while holding out his hand to greet him.  
"How are you tonight?"

"Fine, Jack," the Lieutenant replied as Mike turned twenty shades of red and 
started to perspire.  Mr. Norton was a real big shot at the office, and probably 
made a lot of money.  He didn't think he'd recognize him, but Mike greeted him 
nervously.

"Hi, Mr. Norton," he said meekly to the man.

Mr. Norton looked Mike over with a stunned look on his face as he shook the 
Lieutenant's hand.

"H-hi," he replied with doubt in his voice.  Mike was right!  He didn't know who 
he was.  Mike was totally embarrassed.

"Lieutenant," Mr. Norton continued as he looked back at the muscle hunk.  "I 
have a proposition for you!"

"Oh, yeah?" the Lieutenant responded eagerly while flashing a grin at Mike's 
Director General.  "Just what have you got up your sleeve, Jack?"

"Well, you know my buddy, Robert?"

"Yeah," the Lieutenant replied as he tugged at his sweat pants, exhibiting 
slight impatience.  He wanted to get into his workout.

"You're an instructor in the forces, right?"

"That's right," the Lieutenant acknowledged.

"Well, we want you to coach us, to train us.  What do you say, Lieutenant?"

"Gee, I don't ..."

"We've talked it over and we're both willing to pay you a hundred bucks an hour.  
We're serious.  You're incredible!  And we want to start right away.  Are you 
game?"

"Sure, why not?" Mike answered positively as he massaged his moustache 
pensively.  How about tomorrow night?  You be here at, say, 6:00 and Robert at 
7:00.  How does that sound?"

"PERFECT," the Director General replied gleefully.  "Robert will be very 
pleased.  Thanks, Lieutenant!"

The Director General waved goodbye as he walked away and headed towards the 
exit.  Mike was floored!  He looked at the Lieutenant, who was obviously 
pleased, and couldn't help but tremble at the sight of his magnificent physique.  
The guy was so popular and handsome and sexy and powerful.

"Wow! Must be nice to have that kind of cash to throw around!" uttered Mike, too 
embarrassed to let on that he knew Mr. Norton.

"I'll say," chuckled the Lieutenant.

"And YOU!  A hundred bucks an HOUR?  It take's me nearly two whole days to make 
that kind of money."

The Lieutenant just ignored Mike, turned toward the bench press which he had 
been zooming in on before being interrupted and started breathing deeply in 
preparation for his lifting.

"I thought you were going to do arms tonight?" Mike queried as he watched the 
Lieutenant step up to the big barbell on the bench press.  The machine was made 
for exercising the chest, not arms.

"I am," the Lieutenant stated as he appeared to go into some kind of trance.  
"This is where I begin!"

With that, the Lieutenant approached the back end of the press machine, grasped 
the barbell with both hands while standing straight and tall, closed his eyes 
and took one huge deep breath.  He raised the barbell slowly up off the braces 
and started doing barbell curls, with TWO HUNDRED POUNDS!  Mike was awe struck!  
He gocked at the Lieutenant's huge biceps as they pumped up harder and bigger 
with each curl.  After several repetitions, sweat started pouring from the 
Lieutenant's brow and he was trembling with each successive lift.  But he 
continued with the utmost determination ... nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen 
...

"WHEW!" the Lieutenant gasped as he literally tossed the barbell back onto the 
rack after fifteen repetitions.  "Can you pass me my towel, please, Mike?"

Mike darted to his side and handed him his towel.  The Lieutenant wiped the 
sweat away from his face and started flexing his arms, holding one arm out at a 
time and slowly pumping it up and up, while feeling the biceps with his fingers 
and grinning proudly.  Mike started to smell the masculine odor of sweat as he 
grabbed the towel when the Lieutenant passed it back to him.

"LIEUTENANT! LIEUTENANT!" someone suddenly yelled from behind.  A nice looking 
thirtiesh guy in workout clothes appeared in front of them and greeted the 
Lieutenant.

"Hi, Lieutenant Harris!"

"Hi, Jim!"

"I've got the ..."

"Jim, this is my partner Mike," the Lieutenant said as he continued pumping his 
biceps and looked over at Mike.  Mike was taken aback.  Who was this Jim guy?  
And why was he being introduced?

"When we came in here tonight, Mike pointed out to me that the place looked like 
a barn.  And I agree with him.  I just want to register my complaint!"

Mike then realized who Jim was.  He was the manager.  The Lieutenant did say 
that he would make a point to complain to the manager about the condition of the 
place.

"Yeah! I know, but I've been busy.  I'll take care of it."

"Great!" the Lieutenant said with satisfaction.

"Lieutenant, the papers are ready to sign.  I've got them in the office!"

Mike looked at Jim questioningly.  "What was THIS all about," he thought.  
"Could it be ..."

The Lieutenant abruptly stopped pumping his biceps, looked at Mike, then at Jim 
and broke out in a huge beautiful gleaming smile.

"Is that right?" he asked with contained excitement.

"You bet," Jim replied eagerly.  "Everything is approved.  All that's needed is 
your signature, sir!"

"Well, you just bring the papers to me, and a pen, and I will be happy to 
oblige.  Thanks, Jim!"

Jim dashed back to the office to fetch the papers and Mike looked with 
astonishment at the gorgeous Lieutenant.

"I can't believe it!  You mean this is it?  You really are buying this place!"

"Y-E-E-E-E  H-A-W-W-W !!!" the Lieutenant bellowed as he jumped high up off the 
floor waving his arms around like a kid who had just won a free trip to 
Disneyland.  Mike started to laugh as he watched how excited the Lieutenant had 
become.  "This is it, Mike," he added as he landed on his feet and regained his 
composure.  "You're looking at the owner, babe!"

"Babe?" Mike wondered to himself.  "What's with this babe stuff?"  But he 
realized that the guy was just so excited, it didn't matter who was with him.  
He was on top of the world.  Mike felt really happy to share this moment with 
who he thought was the most beautiful man in the world.

"Congratulations, Lieutenant," Mike said warmly.  "You're really something 
else!"

The Lieutenant winked at him and started looking around for some different 
weights to lift.  He was a very disciplined man.  His workout was still foremost 
in his mind.  He headed over to a barbell curling machine which had another two 
hundred pound barbell resting on the its rack.

"I've sure got that Jim trained well," the Lieutenant chuckled as he reached 
down and picked up a twenty-five pound plate and slipped it on one end of the 
barbell.  "He's always got everything ready for me," he added as he retrieved 
another twenty-five pound plate, placed it on the other end and executed a 
powerful spin, like a Wheel of Fortune.  The plate spun furiously as it slowly 
moved up the bar and clanked to a dead stop against the other plates already on 
the bar.  TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY POUNDS!

With that, he sat down at the machine, placed his massive granite arms on the 
support and grasped the barbell with his powerful hands.  He breathed deep and 
started to pull the bar up to his chin.  His biceps stretched and ballooned as 
he grimaced and jerked his head up and fixed his eyes on the ceiling.  He licked 
his lips and slowly eased the bar back down onto the rack, without the slightest 
trembling and barely a sound.  What magnificent power!

"THAT's Heavy Duty, Mike," the Lieutenant announced while glancing up at Mike, 
who WAS shaken by such an incredible exhibition of power.  He was starting to 
squirm.  His groin started to ache with lust.  His balls swelled and his cock 
hardened.  He felt overcome with a deep physical desire.  He wanted to whack off 
right there.

Again, the Lieutenant tugged firmly at the bar and gradually and confidently 
raised it up to his chin, then lowered it gently back onto the rack.  Three, 
four, five, six, seven ... 250, 250, 250.

Jim returned with the documents when the Lieutenant started his eighth 
repetition.  He didn't want to interrupt the Lieutenant's set, so he stood 
beside Mike and gazed at the spectacle before them.

"Incredible, isn't he," Jim whispered to Mike, trying not to ruin the 
atmosphere.

"Can you guys throw on a pair of tens for me," the Lieutenant requested.  "I'm 
going strong.  This'll be to total failure!"

Jim placed the pen and papers carefully on the floor and he and Mike dashed to 
the nearby rack of plates, grabbed a ten pound plate each and carried them over 
to the Lieutenant.  Jim gingerly placed his plate on one end of the bar while 
Mike struggled to fit his plate on the other end.  He shoved it down the bar and 
it clanked against the other plates.  Now it was 270 pounds.  It was TWICE as 
much as Mike weighed himself.  And probably the combined weight of he and Jim 
together.

"GO FOR IT, LIEUTENANT!" Jim yelled as the Lieutenant tugged again, raising the 
bar back up to his chin with another twenty pounds added on.  Once, twice, three 
times, four times ... 270, 270, 270.

"I bet he does six, easy," Jim stated as he gocked at the Lieutenant's pumped 
biceps.

Five, six, seven ...

The sweat was pouring profusely from the Lieutenant's face and neck and all 
over.

"Mike, the towel," he cried as he slipped the bar back on the rack like he was 
putting the final touches to a work of art.

Mike handed the towel to him and stood back to gaze at his powerful physique.  
Jim picked up the papers and stood waiting patiently.

"No more," the Lieutenant sighed as he wiped his brow with the towel and smiled 
with well deserved satisfaction.  "I can't concentrate any more.  Give me the 
pen and papers, Jim."

The Lieutenant wiped his hands in the towel as he stood up from the curling 
machine, passed the towel back to Mike and walked over to a full length mirror 
on the wall.  Jim and Mike followed him obediently and slowed down when he 
stopped in front of the mirror and started pumping and flexing his arms in the 
mirror, exhibiting the fruits of his labour.  He was unbelievable!

Mike just stood and watched as Jim waited beside the mirror for the Lieutenant 
to finish his posing.  By this time there were half a dozen men gathered around 
the mirror to gaze in awe at the rock hard man.  Two or three of them even 
started applauding.

The Lieutenant finished his posing, turned to Jim and reached out for the 
papers.  Jim smiled at him and let him take the documents from his hand.  The 
Lieutenant plucked the pen out of Jim's other hand and placed the documents 
against the mirror and signed, three times.

Jim rushed to his side and retrieved the signed documents from the Lieutenant.

"Let me be the first to congratulate you, sir."

"Thanks, Jim," the Lieutenant replied smiling.  "Now you get this place cleaned 
up okay, like a good man!"

"And let me be the next to congratulate you, Sir," Mike proudly echoed as he 
walked up to the Lieutenant and shook his hand.  "You got your dream!"

"Thanks, Mike," the Lieutenant answered happily.  "I'm finished now.  Let's go!"

"Let's go where?" Mike asked with bewilderment.  "I just live down the street."

"I'll give you a lift anyway.  I want to talk!"

The Lieutenant wiped the last drops of sweat from his brow with the back of his 
hand, headed down the aisle toward the locker room and did a quick little jig as 
everyone watched his glorious glutes squeeze and stretch and flex and pump.  
What a man!  And what a HAPPY man!

The Lieutenant disappeared into the locker room, leaving Mike standing back at 
the mirror with Jim, who was still holding the Lieutenant's papers close to his 
side.

"What a guy," Jim said with admiration.  "He'll have a quick shower and be out 
the door in three minutes flat.  You watch!  I know him like a book!"

"Oh yeah?" Mike replied suspiciously.  And he suddenly realized that he had 
caught himself feeling a hint of jealousy.  "He did express his pleasure at how 
you had all the weights ready for him.  He really appreciates that," Mike added 
authoritatively.

"He said you were his partner," Jim asked with puzzlement.  "Does that mean that 
..."

"Lieutenant Harris asked me to check the place out, tell him if I saw anything 
that wasn't right," Mike interrupted.  "And there are a few small things that 
could be improved upon.  But he will be the one to discuss that with you."

Just then, exactly as Jim predicted, the Lieutenant emerged from the locker room 
and headed towards the exit.

"MIKE!" he hollered as he approached the glass doors.  "Let's move it!"

"COMING!" Mike yelled back as he shook Jim's hand and smiled.  He then dashed 
down the aisle to join the Lieutenant and the two of them disappeared through 
the doors.

"Ooooh! It's c-o-o-o-l-d!" Mike groaned as they headed out into the parking lot.

"I ain't cold at all, Mike," the Lieutenant announced.  "I've got so much blood 
flowing through my veins I feel like a volcano," he added as he handed his bag 
to Mike and slipped on his jacket.

The two of them climbed into the Fiero and slammed the doors shut.  The 
Lieutenant turned the key and stepped on the gas.

"Show me your place, Mike."

"It's straight down this street about two blocks," Mike replied, almost 
melancholically.  The incredible evening was about to end.  "I'll let you know 
where."

"Mike, dinner tomorrow night, okay!"

"What do you mean?" Mike retorted.  "You've got CLIENTS, don't forget!"

"Shit! I forgot about them!  Okay then, Thursday night.  You're coming over for 
dinner.  I'll be at the gym earlier and I'll pick you up.  I want to celebrate!"

Mike was immensely pleased that the Lieutenant would want to celebrate with HIM.  
He pointed at his rooming house as they approached.  He inhaled one last deep 
whiff of the Lieutenant's leather jacket.  It creaked exotically in the cold, 
with every slight move the Lieutenant made while steering.  Mike's cock tingled.  
And he was so excited that this would all continue.

"Okay, Lieutenant," Mike agreed, obviously pleased.  "I would be honoured!"

"What's your phone number," the Lieutenant requested as he grabbed a pen from 
the dash board and pulled a scrap piece of paper from the glove compartment.

"235-2990!" Mike stated clearly and precisely.

"I can't wait!" the Lieutenant admitted as he jotted down the number and slipped 
the paper into his jacket pocket.  "You don't need to bring anything.  I'll call 
you tomorrow night."

"Great!  I'm looking forward to it!"

The Lieutenant looked into Mike's eyes and smiled.  He glanced quickly down at 
Mike's lips and then back into his eyes.  He was like a puppy dog with his first 
bone.

"Mike, I'm s-o-o-o excited about my gym!"

"You must be," Mike said supportively, while taking one last drawn out gaze at 
the Lieutenant's beautiful handsome face.  "I'm very happy for you!"

Mike opened the car door and climbed out.  Then he leaned over and waved at the 
Lieutenant who was watching him closely.

"Good night!" Mike said timidly as he shut the door carefully and started 
walking around the car.

"MIKE! MIKE!" the Lieutenant yelled out his window as he rolled it down quickly 
and beckoned to Mike to come back to the car.  Mike strolled over to the 
Lieutenant's window and smiled.

"What is it, Lieutenant?"

"Mike, it's Rick!  My name is RICK!" the Lieutenant said with a big happy grin 
on his face.  "I want you to call me Rick, okay?"

"Okay, Rick!  It's a deal!  And you call ME tomorrow night!"

CHAPTER FOUR

Mike didn't sleep at all that night.  He tossed and turned restlessly, with 
fantasies of Rick dancing in his head.  He couldn't stop thinking about him for 
one moment.  Suddenly, in just a few short hours, his life seemed to have 
skidded around a long sharp curve, and he was pointed in a new direction.  What 
would all this come to with Rick.  Mike's imagination certainly didn't help any.  
By the time morning came, he decided that he was in love.

Wednesday was usually an easy day at work, but this time it turned out to be 
extremely busy.  About five minutes after he arrived at his desk, his supervisor 
called him over and told him to report to Mr. Norton, the Director General's 
office.  Mike panicked.  He was certain that Mr. Norton remembered who he was 
and wanted to speak to him.

When Mike approached Mr. Norton's office, the secretary was sitting at her desk 
talking on the phone.  She motioned to Mike to take a seat and wait for her to 
finish.  Mike sat down in one of the plush chairs and immediately realized that 
he was right beside Mr. Norton's door.  The secretary continued her conversation 
quietly.  Mike then heard Mr. Norton start talking on his own phone.

"Hey, Robert, how's it going!"

Mike's ears perked up and he edged over closer to the door and listened 
intently.

"I saw Lieutenant Harris last night and I convinced him to sign us up!"

Silence prevailed as Mike kept an eye on the secretary and continued 
eavesdropping on Mr. Norton's conversation.

"Yeah! He agreed to the hundred bucks.  We start tonight!"

Silence again.

"I knew you'd be pleased!"

Mike squirmed in his chair as the secretary started to whisper into the phone 
and turned away to have more privacy.

"He said seven o'clock for you!"

The secretary stood up and kept on talking softly, but was growing impatient 
with the caller.

"I think Bill would like to sign up with Harris, too.  What do you think 
Robert?"

The secretary said goodbye to the person on the other end of the line and calmly 
hung up the phone.

"I'll call him and tell him to drop by tonight to meet the Lieutenant," Mr. 
Norris continued as Mike nervously looked up at the secretary.  Mr. Norris 
finished his conversation and Mike turned his attention to the secretary.

"Hi there, Mike," she greeted him pleasantly.  "How are you today?"

"Fine," he replied, while feeling like the wreck of the Hesperus after not 
sleeping all night.

"Mr. Norton has a big job for you today!"

"Oh, yes?" Mike responded, trying to appear eager.

"These Estimates need to be typed up.  It will probably take you all day.  But 
everyone knows you're the best typist in the Branch.  Mr. Norton will be 
counting on you!"

"Yes, ma'am," Mike said as he stood up, walked over to her and took the 
documents from her.  He wanted to get out of there before Mr. Norton came out 
and saw him.

"You know the formats to use, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am.  I've done these before.  I'll do my very best," he answered 
while edging toward the door.

Mike left the secretary and meandered down the hall to his supervisor's office 
to show her what he had to do.

"This is top priority, Mike," she stated firmly.  "ALL the work we do for Mr. 
Norton is top priority."

Mike went to his desk, sat down and felt like crying his eyes out.  The last 
thing he needed to today was a BIG project, for MR. NORTON!  And to think, Mr. 
Norton would be seeing Rick tonight, but poor Mike didn't.  Lucky Mike got to 
TYPE for MR. NORTON, for six friggin' bucks an hour.  Rick got to train Mr. 
Norton for a hundred bucks an hour.  Mike felt jealous.

Rick, meanwhile, had taken leave from work for the day so that he could go into 
his gym and get some things straightened out.  He wanted to prepare a newsletter 
to announce his purchase to all the members.  He also wanted to develop some 
advertizing to attract new members.  He was sure that lots of the guys at the 
base would join up.  They all supported him.

Jim was in the office when Rick arrived.  He was cleaning up the bookwork for 
his new boss.

"Hi, Jim," Rick greeted him with a lovely big grin on his handsome face.  "How 
are things looking?" he added as he curiously looked over Jim's shoulder at the 
accounting books.

"Hi, boss," Jim replied cheerfully as he turned around and admired the gorgeous 
bodybuilder.  "Welcome to Lieutenant Harris' Gym!"

"Thanks, Jim," Rick chuckled.  "Seriously, how do things look with the 
bookkeeping?"

"Well, Lieutenant, at this stage of the game you're just coasting.  There's 
really not too much profit.  Hasn't been for a while.  That's why those turkeys 
sold the place."

"Yeah, I know all about it, Jim," Rick said with disappointment.  "But I'll turn 
this place around.  You watch!"

Jim turned in his chair and gazed up at Rick with admiration.  He worshipped the 
man.  He was his idol.  But Rick didn't go for all that idol stuff and just 
ignored Jim's staring.

"It is important, as I mentioned last night, to keep this place neat and tidy, 
Jim.  I don't want my clientele stumbling all over the place trying to find what 
they need."

"I know, boss, but lots of times there's just me here you know.  I can't do 
everything!"

"Well, we'll take care of that.  I want you to round up some guys for me to 
interview for part time work.  I'll hire two for now, but only twenty hours a 
week each.  That's one full time job, but only at minimum wage for now.  Got 
it!"

"YES, SIR!" Jim answered with excitement as he closed his ledger book and stood 
up to follow Rick out into the gym.

"I've got two trainees coming in tonight, one at six o'clock and one at seven," 
Rick announced as they walked past a series of rowing machines.  "And I want you 
to set up a special instruction area for me over in that corner," he added as he 
pointed to a secluded corner of the gym.  "I want all the weights and equipment 
available that you usually have for me."

"You got it, boss!"

"One last thing, Jim."

"Yes, what's that!"

"Please don't call me boss!"

"Y-y-yes, Lieutenant, sir!"

Rick carried out an inspection of the premises, carrying around a note pad and 
scribbling things down every time something caught his eye.  He was going to 
make sure he ran a tight ship.

Before the customers started coming in, Rick slipped out to the parking lot, 
revved up his Fiero and sped off down the street to take care of other business.  
He didn't want the clientele to know about anything yet because they might get 
nervous about possibly losing their memberships.  His priority was to take care 
of his newsletter, so he had made an appointment with a graphic artist downtown.

Back at city hall, the day had not been so thrilling for Mike.  By the end of 
the afternoon he had finished Mr. Norton's Estimates and submitted them.  He was 
waiting for the secretary's corrections to come back and it was already four 
o'clock.  He was absolutely bushed.  And he was still pondering Rick.  He was 
totally infatuated!  He was emotionally weak and vulnerable.  Everytime he 
thought of Rick's magnificent physique, he got horny and his stomach became 
tense.

Mike was late getting home and was worried that Rick had called and missed him.  
He didn't feel like eating at all, but managed to throw together some kraft 
dinner and crashed in front of the television.  It was six thirty by now, and 
all Mike could think about was Mr. Norton working out with Rick at the gym.  He 
even thought of going down to the gym and peeking in the windows to see them, 
but he didn't want to miss Rick's call.

After what seemed an eternity it was seven thirty and Rick still hadn't called.  
Mike pined away waiting for the phone to ring.  He was obsessed with Rick.  He 
wanted to be close to him, laughing and joking.  He was so weak and tired that 
he felt like crying, he was so hung up with the guy.

Soon it was eight thirty and still no call.  Mike started to get upset.  Maybe 
Rick had changed his mind and didn't want to bother with him anymore.  Maybe he 
was just kidding about dinner.  Maybe it was all just a put on.

By nine o'clock, Mike had decided that it was all just a stupid dream.  He was 
pissed off at himself, and started feeling depressed.  Rick must have been 
finished at the gym by this time.  He probably didn't care.  Or maybe he forgot.  
In any case, Mike didn't have Rick's number and it wouldn't be in the book 
because he just moved to town.

Mike decided to try and get Rick's number from the operator.

"I'm sorry, but that is an unlisted number!"

"Why would he get an unlisted number," Mike wondered.  "Probably to get rid of 
me," he concluded.

Finally at nine thirty, DING-A-LING-A-LING!  Mike almost decided not to answer 
it.  But his heart started thumping and he started to tremble.  It had to be 
Rick, at last!

DING-A-LING-A-LING! The phone rang again, almost impatiently.

"Answer the damned phone, you jerk," Mike said out loud to himself as he 
approached it, but hesitated to pick it up.

DING-A-LING-A-LING! One more time.  Mike finally put his hand on the receiver 
and picked it up.

"Hello?" he said timidly.

"MIKE, how's it going partner?"

Mike was absolutely thrilled, and relieved.  His dream was continuing.  And he 
got horny as soon as heard the hunk's deep voice on the other end of the line.

"Fine, Rick," he answered enthusiastically, inspired by the fact that everyone 
else called the sexy muscleman 'Lieutenant'.  "How did everything go today?"

"Well, I didn't go to the base and spent most of the day taking care of gym 
business.  There's a lot I have to get done."

"I'll bet!  How did it go with the trainees tonight?"

"Just great!  They'll be coming back again next week, and the week after and the 
week after.  I'm quite pleased.  And how was your day?"

"Oh, nothing startling," Mike replied, not wanting to let Rick know about 
slaving away for Mr. Norton.  Imagine what Rick would think if he told him he'd 
spent the entire day working for someone who didn't even recognize him at the 
gym the night before.  And he certainly didn't want Rick to know that he had 
tossed and turned all night longing for him.  "I had a big job to do and I'm 
tired tonight."

"Yeah, me too," Rick said with a sigh.  Mike was in a trance as he listened to 
Rick speaking on the phone to him.  It was becoming quite apparent that he was 
falling in love.  And he didn't know how to deal with it.  At that moment he was 
just too exhausted.  He just swooned at the sound of Rick sighing on the other 
end of the line.

"Are you calling from the gym?" Mike inquired, actually hoping he wasn't because 
Rick was just the kind of guy to drop by unannounced.  And he was too tired for 
that.  He didn't want Rick to see him in that state.

"No, I came straight home at about eight thirty, and called you right away, as I 
promised."

"Thanks, Rick, I appreciate that!"

"Uh, Mike,"

"Yeah, Rick?"

"About dinner tomorrow night.  I'm not going to be able to do it.  I'm really 
really sorry.  I hope you weren't too hepped up about it?"

"Oh, uh, that's okay Rick," Mike responded as he felt his whole dream crashing 
down around him.  Rick was cancelling out on him.  "Anything wrong?" he added, 
trying not to sound too devastated.

"No, no, no," Rick muttered.  "I've got more clients.  I've booked three for 
tomorrow night, so that's why I can't go ahead with our dinner.  And I've got 
three more on Friday night."

Mike suddenly thought of all the money Rick must be making.  At a hundred bucks 
a client, he would be making an average of three hundred dollars a night.  
"Wow," Mike thought to himself.  All he could think about was how insignificant 
his forty dollars a day would seem to Rick.  And Rick had his full time job in 
the Air Force on top of it, and a promotion coming up and he was so sexy and 
handsome and powerful and ...

"So," Rick continued.  "We'll make it Saturday.  That'll be best this week, 
okay?"

"This week?" Mike wondered to himself.  "Is this going to be a weekly event?"

"Mike? You there?"

"Y-YES," Mike exclaimed as he regained his senses.  "That'll be great!"

"So you come and meet me at the gym on Saturday at about three o'clock.  I'll 
probably be in the office at that time."

"Okay, Rick," Mike answered softly.  He was so tired.  And all he could think 
about now was that he was going to have another sleepless night, tossing and 
turning with dreams of Rick dancing through his head.

"Mike? You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay Rick.  I'm just tired.  But thanks for calling me.  I'm really 
looking forward to seeing you again."

"Me too, Mike!  I'll see you on Saturday at three.  And don't forget, you don't 
have to bring anything.  I've got everything planned!"

"Bye, Rick," Mike said with a question in his voice.  He couldn't believe that 
Rick was actually 'planning' something for him.  He decided right there and then 
that he loved that man like nothing or no one ever before.  He was crazy about 
him!

"Bye, Mike!  Come by the gym anytime you want, eh!  Even if I'm busy, you're 
more than welcome.

"Yeah, and show off my eleven inch arms?"

"By all means," Rick chuckled.

"Get outta here," Mike scolded.  "BYE!"

Mike ached with desire as he hung up the phone and looked around at his lonely 
'room'.  He didn't know how he could possibly last until Saturday.  He was so 
crazy about Rick that he couldn't concentrate on anything else.  Rick was 
suddenly everything!

But one thing Mike didn't want to do was go to the gym.  He was too embarrassed 
by his skinny physique.  Everyone would wonder why he was hanging around Rick, 
the musclebound military jock.  And Mike honestly wondered why this gorgeous 
hunk of manhood had any interest in him at all.  It certainly didn't have 
anything to do with his bowling skills, or his eleven inch arms.  But maybe, 
just maybe, Rick really and truly liked him.  And now he hoped with all his 
heart that the phone WOULDN'T ring and be Rick cancelling again.

Rick was so busy during the rest of the week that he was beginning to feel that 
maybe he should slow down a bit.  But, he only missed the one day at the base 
and went to the gym each night to train his clients.  He was making lots of 
cash, and his business with the gym was being taken care of.  He was determined 
to make the most of it.  So he kept on slugging away, looking forward to a break 
on the weekend.  He managed to get to the grocery store to get steaks and other 
groceries for dinner on Saturday.  He was looking forward to seeing Mike again.

Mike, however, was an emotional mess.  By Friday night he was so confused about 
his feelings for Rick that he started to feel disillusioned.  There was no way 
that he could sleep.  He just laid in the dark imagining Rick standing over him 
flexing his biceps and winking at him, and massaging his big hunky cock.  Mike 
writhed in his bed as he ached and longed for Rick's powerful torso to be 
wrapped around him, squeezing him tight.

When Saturday finally arrived, it was a GORGEOUS beautiful warm autumn day.  
There were thousands upon thousands of coloured leaves covering the streets and 
the breeze whisked them around playfully, scattering them everywhere.  The sun 
was lower in the sky but brightened up the wonderful blue sky and reflected off 
the myriad of coloured leaves.  It was almost dreamy!

Mike slept in until almost ten o'clock.  It had been cool during the night and 
it made for perfect sleeping.  He had been really worn out from the past week's 
events.  Now, he felt rested and more relaxed about everything.  The night 
before he had debated and debated about what to wear to Rick's dinner, but ended 
up just getting frustrated and self conscious.  But today he was in better 
spirits and felt more confident.  He decided on some casual clothes and laid 
them out on his bed.

After having a good hearty brunch, Mike shaved and showered and even took a walk 
down the street to go and look at Rick's Fiero.  He was without a doubt totally 
infatuated.  Walking through the swirling coloured leaves in the bright sunshine 
he suddenly felt an overwhelming sensation of joy.  When he approached the gym 
parking lot and saw Rick's red Fiero, his heart started to beat faster and he 
walked over to it and looked inside.

Rick's sexy leather jacket was laid out neatly on the passenger seat.  Just the 
sight of it made Mike horny.  He thought he could actually smell that enticing 
animal scent, and hear the creaking as Rick gracefully turned the steering 
wheel.  Mike was overcome with desire.  He pensively slid his hand along the 
side of the Fiero, feeling it's hard metallic finish.  He glanced up at the gym 
for a second, then headed back to his room, to wait for three o'clock.

Suddenly, at two thirty, the phone rang.  DING-A-LING-A-LING!  Mike shuddered!  
He didn't want to answer it.  Rick was cancelling, for sure.  DING-A-LING-A-
LING!  "No, no, no," Mike sighed.  "Please don't do this to me!"

DING-A-LING-A-LING!

"Hello?" Mike answered the phone reluctantly.

"Mike?  You ready?"

"Yeah, Rick," Mike answered gleefully.

"I finished up early, so I'll be there in two minutes to pick you up!"

"Okay," Mike replied shakily.  He was so excited.  "I'll meet you out front!"

"See you in two!"

Mike couldn't contain himself.  He paced back and forth, counting the seconds.  
He didn't have anything to bring except his coat.  Or was there something else 
he should bring?  Too late now! He was so nervous he was trembling.  He grabbed 
his coat, darted out the door and fumbled with the key as he tried to lock it.  
He skipped down the stairs and out the front door and ran out to the sidewalk.

No sooner did Mike reach the street than the cherry red Fiero came roaring out 
of nowhere, scattering leaves all around, and pulled up in front of him with the 
horn honking.  Mike dashed over to the passenger door, pulled it open and looked 
inside at Rick.  His heart beat furiously as he climbed inside while grinning 
sheeplishly.  Rick smiled warmly at him, clenched his fist and punched him 
playfully on the shoulder as he buckled up.

"How's it going, Mikey?"

"MIKEY?" Mike retorted with surprise as he gocked at Rick's magnificent 
beautiful face.  His hair was so thick and healthy and his chestnut brown eyes 
twinkled as he gazed at Mike with complacency.

Mike slammed his door shut and pretended to look disgusted.  "MIKEY?" he 
repeated indignantly.  The fact that you have a fifty inch chest doesn't give 
you the right to call me MIKEY!"

Rick keeled over laughting as he reached out and pulled the gear shift toward 
him with his thick powerful hand.

"I'm sorry!  I just couldn't resist!  I love it when you get mad!"

Mike turned to jelly as he looked at Rick's beautiful massive muscular arms.  He 
was wearing a sexy white polo shirt, with the sleeves meticulously rolled up, to 
show off his gigantic bronzed biceps.  His powerful pectorals ballooned out of 
his shirt and the buttons were all undone revealing the deep cleavage in the 
centre of his magnificent chest.  His shirt was neatly tucked in, snug against 
his tight muscular abdominals and he was wearing the sexiest pair of cut off 
jeans Mike had ever seen in his life.  Rick's legs were hard as rock, and well 
tanned, and the muscles flexed as he stretched out and pressed on the gas pedal.

Off they roared into the beautiful autumn afternoon.  The sun's warm rays 
bounced gleefully off the wild natural colours as Rick and Mike sped down the 
highway out of Parkwood.  They laughed and joked all the way to Rick's rustic 
chalet in the secluded woods!