More Than Iron By Scott W.
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