More Than Iron
By: Scott Walker
gittes98@yahoo.com



I've been assigned a lot of bad sites during my years as a Security
Officer. One of the worst, I thought, was a half-completed condo development
in a new sub-division. My job was to patrol the grounds, lock up the
unfinished units and access the main gate. The base was a dirty, smelly
construction trailer with no toilet or running water so I was seldom there,
preferring to use the facilities in a semi-finished unit. One night after
doing so I was about to lock up the unit when something interesting caught
my eye in the basement of an occupied condo across the way. I hustled to the
basement of the unit I was in and, while being completely in the dark,
looked across. Quite clearly I was able to observe two boys who looked no
older than 15. One was curling a barbell while the other observed. They both
wore bulky gray sweatshirts, ball caps and lifting belts. I watched as the
first boy, red-headed and with a fair complexion completed his set of curls.
I was unable to see the amount of weight on the bar, but judging from his
wide grin, it must have been a personal best. Their window was open so I was
able to hear his buddy say;

"Fuckin' great man," as the boys exchanged hi-fives. Now it was the second
boy's turn to lift. He looked a little bigger than his buddy, dark hair and
complexion, probably of Greek or Italian lineage. I watched from my unseen
location, counting off his reps along with his partner. At ten, he slowed
down somewhat and completed two more unassisted reps before dropping the
barbell. Now I was cursing those damn sweatshirts and was aching to get a
glimpse of these two's pumped teenage bi's. Actually, the entire scene now
had me aching (in a good way) which almost caused a tear in the front of my
thin uniform pants. I figured that since no one could see me, I may as well
give my hard-on some air as well as more direct attention as I watched.

Bench presses came next. I was only able to see the back of the kid
spotting and the full extension of the one benching. The redhead finished
his set, sat up and took a swig from a water bottle. He placed his hand on
his chest and felt his pecs through his sweatshirt, then moved his hand over
to his right bicep.

"Shit," I cursed aloud, wishing he'd remove the shirt.

While the other boy performed his set my portable phone rang, 
startling me
out of my fantasy. I answered with more than a trace of annoyance showing
through. My asshole supervisor nagged at me for missing my hourly check-in.
Without taking my eyes off the boys, I apologized and assured him I was all
right. I went back to my viewing. The call had made me go soft but I was
soon at full mast again as the boys performed shoulder presses. I continued
to watch them and was now so aroused I didn't care if the entire site was
smashed up or burned down, I was not about to leave my perch for anything.
Finally after about 20 more minutes it looked as if they had finally
finished the workout. They removed their weight belts and hi-fived each
other. As the smaller boy glanced into the mirror, I prayed for what I hoped
was to happen next. The bigger boy slowly began to remove his sweatshirt.

"Yessss", I said aloud, almost giving away my location.

He began performing an unpolished posing routine; a front lat spread
enabled me to view his impressive V shape. His pectorals were noticably
developed and his stomach flat with the appearance of a 6- pack. Finally he
hit the money shot, bringing both arms up over his head and hitting a double
biceps pose. As he showed his well-defined arms to his buddy who was
squeezing them admirably, I began squeezing my manhood into a frenzy. Soon
the smaller boy got into the act and the two adolescents began showing off
for one another. When the smaller boy flexed his right arm and had his buddy
access it, the bigger boy once more flexed his in comparison. By now I was
unable to prolong my ecstasy and christened the basement wall of the
unfinished condo. Still breathing heavily I cleaned myself (and the wall)
and quickly zipped up. The bigger boy then looked straight in my direction;

"You like that, Mr. Security Man?"

I was stunned! Here I thought I'd been incredibly discreet and these 
two
must have been on to me all along! Even though I hated the idea of losing
this shitty, low-paying job I knew there was no sense to ignore them. I
locked up the unit in record time and headed over to the open window. Seeing
the boys up close I noticed they were younger than I had thought.

"You guys look really good," I said weakly.

Both boys smiled and thanked me. The smaller red-headed kid had a 
crooked
tooth smile which was really endearing. "We just started working out a few
months ago,"
He told me.

"Yeah? Well, you're doing really good."

The bigger boy noticed my short sleeved shirt. "You look like you've 
been
workin' out a lot too."

"Oh yeah," I replied. After not too much prodding I lifted the sleeve 
and
flexed my 17 inch arm for them to admire. Both touched it and shared their
admiration. They then flexed their arms and had me compare. I told them that
my biceps were no where near their size when I was their age and had only
started working out while in Senior High. I shook hands with both of them
and introduced myself. The bigger boy's name was Nick while his buddy was
Ben. We talked a few more minutes and I invited them to join me for a real
workout one night at my gym, to which they readily agreed. They asked me to
flex once more and I gladly complied. I said good night to the two future
muscleboys and continued on my rounds. I returned to the construction
trailer and recounting the recent events started pumping more than iron.

This is my first attempt at posting this type of story; I hope you enjoyed
it. Feel free to make any comments or suggestions to Scottw83@hotmail.com