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CLANG-G-G-G!!! The metal bell sounded to indicate that school was out for the day. Kyle Abbott started gathering up the books and pencils on the desk of his 9th-grade math class, and shoved them into his backpack. Both his parents had to work late, so as usual he made his way out the door and across the hall to the classroom where the kids in his situation waited until their parents could come pick them up. Normally they did homework, played on the computers, or sat around and talked quietly. Kyle was hungry, so he asked the teacher if he could walk down to the vending machine in the cafeteria to get a snack.
"Sure," Mr. Stainback said. "Here's thirty-five cents, bring me back a brownie bar too when you come, please. Thanks!"
Kyle made his way out the door and started down the series of corridors which stretched through the gymnasium area, the woodworking shop, the music department, and the shared junior high school before making its way to the cafeteria at the end. As Kyle walked, he was deep in his own thoughts, which was usual for him. The warm confines of his mind were like an old friend around whom he felt completely at-ease. He was a bright boy, and friendly too, although a little bit shy. He had a close circle of five or six friends he always hung out with, and other than that he generally stayed away from the cliques and clubs at school. As he walked, he thought about how he'd be going back in a few minutes to talk with those friends while he waited for his parents to come pick him up, and with a smile on his face, he rounded the corner and walked though the cafeteria's big glass double-doors.
The high ceilings inside were dark, since that part of the school was at rest for the day, but the dim glow from the vending machines' was all Kyle needed to see. He got the teacher's brownie bar, and another for himself, and started walking back down the hallway towards the main part of the school.
Despite being shy, Kyle was a beautiful boy. At 14, he stood about 5'9" tall, and was a bit skinny for his age due to his high metabolism. He had clear skin, a beautiful face, green eyes that sparkled with happiness from behind his stylish black plastic-rimmed glasses, and the most gorgeous straight brown hair which hung down to the base of his neck. When he smiled, his straight white teeth lit up the room. Despite being quite beautiful to look at, he was a quiet kid who always kept to himself and his close circle of friends. He could have had a beautiful girlfriend, but lately he'd been having some thoughts that maybe he wasn't as interested in girls as he was in boys. Having been raised in the 1990's, in a politically-moderate household, he didn't feel any trepidation at acknowledging and exploring those feelings...but he wasn't ready to come out of the closet yet. Not until he was sure.
As he walked down the hallway, Kyle noticed that the lights were on in the weight room next to the indoor basketball court. He'd been stealing glances at the covers of the bodybuilding magazines at the newsstand since he was a little boy, and while he would usually have been far too introversive to do something as brazen as spy on a weight-lifting jock through the door's glass pane, today he was feeling a bit giddy, a little more adventurous than usual, and decided to quietly sidle over and take a look.
Inside he saw fellow 15-year-old Skylar Aycock, clad in satin gym shorts and a sleeveless white T-shirt, doing a set of military presses. Skylar had moved to town from out-of-state three years ago, and while he and Kyle didn't really know each other very well on account of only sharing one class, Kyle felt an attraction - both physical and emotional - to the other boy. Skylar was a popular guy who turned to gold everything he touched - be it academics, sports, acting, music, or friendship. And he was a stunner in the looks department too - the girls were always falling all over themselves and fighting with each other for the privilege of hanging out with him after school.
On account of the weight room being brightly lit by the fluorescent ceiling lights, and the hallway outside it being dark, Kyle had a lot easier time seeing in though the door's glass than Skylar had seeing out...so his qualms about spying started to wane, as his heart raced and his jaw hung open. He'd never seen anything as stunning as the other boy's rippling muscles as they bulged with teenage power.
Skylar finished his final set of military presses, and stood up to walk over to the freeweight section. As he did, he passed by the door and noticed Kyle standing their, drooling. He looked the boy straight in the eyes, smiled a big warm friendly grin, and motioned at him while mouthing the words "Come on in!"
Kyle was at once terrified and excited. He had butterflies in his stomach, a lump in his throat, a cold clammy feeling on his skin, and his heart was beating a million miles an hour. He stood there dumbfounded for a moment, unable to speak or move or even think straight. Skylar had his back to the door, as he loaded weight plates onto an EZ-curl bar. After carrying it over to the preacher-curl bench, he turned around, with the same inviting grin on his face, and said "Come on, man!"
Kyle didn't know what he was doing; he felt like he was on autopilot. Nothing seemed real, and time seemed to stand still. Without consciously deciding to do so, he reached out and turned the doorknob, and walked into the warm room, closing the door quietly behind him.
"See anything you like?" asked Skylar with a cheeky grin on his face, once again looking Kyle right in the eyes.
"I uh-h-h-h...I w-w-was j-just uh-h-h..." stammered Kyle, unable to think or speak or do anything much other than stand there and feel a jumble of emotions spin around him like space-junk orbiting the earth.
"It's okay, man, I'm not going to hurt you. I saw you there watching me and figured you might want to come in for a closer look," said Skylar disarmingly. "It's okay if you're attracted to me. I happen to be bi, and I also happen to like you."
Kyle, overwhelmed by what was happening so quickly and the things he was hearing, barely managed to mutter a quiet "Thank you."
"Come on, man, come sit down next to me," Skylar said, turning sideways on the weight bench.
Kyle walked over, and sat down nervously a few feet to the left of Skylar, knees pressed together, with his hands on his kneecaps, and his eyes fixed on the linoleum-tile floor.
Skylar slid over to him, so that they were sitting side-by-side with their shoulders and knees touching. He put his left arm around Kyle's shoulders, and looked straight at the side of the boy's face. Kyle flinched a bit at the other boy's touch, but then secretly thought to himself that he really liked being so close to Skylar, and having the boy's muscular arm resting on him.
"Hey, man, it's all right," he said. "It's okay that you're attracted to me and want to watch me work out. Hell, I'm flattered, it's a big complement. And for the record, I know what you're going through, feeling all these feelings coming at you at once. I was right where you are, not too long ago. It's okay, man. Just take a deep breath, and know that you can talk to me. I'm here for you."
He paused for a moment, still smiling, then said, "Okay, well, let's start with you looking at me."
Kyle smiled a big grin, and turned his head to look at Skylar. The boy was drop-dead gorgeous. His straight blonde hair hung down just past his shoulders, and his sea-blue eyes were filled with love and understanding.
"I'm...I'm sorry," Kyle said.
"For what? You've got nothing to be sorry for," replied Skylar. He leaned in and kissed Kyle on the cheek, causing him to blush a dark shade of crimson, and grin.
"Sky, I didn't mean to spy on you. I just really wanted to see a hot guy's muscles. I think I might be gay, and in any case I'm really turned on by guys' muscles."
Skylar pulled him closer, in a kind of sideways hug. "Kyle," he said, "this is kind of a fantasy of mine coming true. I've been sitting there in English Lit class for the past couple of months, wanting to tell you that I think I like you, but I thought you were straight, so I didn't want to say anything. But I want you to know, I think you're one of the most special people I've ever met. You're so kind, and intelligent, and funny...not to mention cute," he said, winking.
Kyle was lovestruck. He was so overwhelmingly happy to hear those words - to know that he was safe, and loved - and he also admired Skylar's willingness to go out on a limb emotionally, knowing that he could be shut down.
"God...I-I don't know what to say," he replied, looking back down at the floor again.
"That's okay," said Skylar, still smiling. He pulled Kyle close again, and leaned in and planted another kiss on his cheek.
Suddenly, Kyle looked up, straight into the other boy's eyes, and asked "Can I watch?"
Skylar's grin widened, and he replied "Sure, buddy."
He moved his leg over the bench so that he was straddling it, and slid down to the end. He put his calloused hands on the EZ-curl bar, then looked over his shoulder and said "Come up behind me."
Kyle hesitated for a moment, but then - still scared, yet eager - slid down the bench and straddled it about six inches behind Skylar.
"No, like this," the boy said, taking his hands off the bar and reaching behind him, grabbing Kyle's waist and pulling him tight up against him. Kyle shivered as he felt the front of his torso mesh up against Skylar's powerful back muscles. He rested his head on the other boy's left shoulder, with some of Sky's blonde hair under his chin. He felt so secure, so happy, as he felt the warmth of the boy's body and smelled the faint scent of shampoo in his hair.
With his right hand, Skylar twisted and reached around his left side, and gently grasped Kyle's left hand. He pulled it around his side, and placed it on top of his left bicep. Kyle got the picture and did the same with his right hand and Skylar's right bicep.
Kyle felt so at-peace with the world, snuggled up so close against such a gentle and loving friend, one who was at once frighteningly strong and heartmeltingly warm. He sighed and kissed the hair on the back of Skylar's head. "This is my dream come true too," he said quietly.
"I just want you to know, I would never use these to hurt you," Kyle said. He turned his head around, and kissed Kyle again, this time on the forehead, then turned back and gripped the EZ-curl bar tightly.
With that, he started doing preacher curls. Kyle felt a jolt like a lightning bolt go through him, and he sat straight upright with a big grin on his face. His cock stiffened in his pants. Skylar's biceps felt like rocks. He had never known human flesh could get so hard.
Kyle looked down over Sky's shoulder and watched in amazement as the boy curled the heavy weight up and down. At their young master's command, Skylar's biceps swelled and bulged up into twin boulders the size of grapefruits, and hard as steel. Due to the boy's absence of bodyfat, Kyle could actually the individual cords of muscle fiber - which looked and felt like the steel cables of a suspension bridge - twitch and flex with unimaginable power. A big blue vein ran down the center of each of Skylar's biceps, so big and so close to the surface they looked light they were about to pop right out of his thin skin.
It was the most erotic thing Kyle had ever experienced, as he felt and saw Skylar's muscles bulge up into twin hills of pure power. A soft moan escaped his lips, and his cock was so hard it hurt.
After completing his set, Skylar set the bar down. "Get back a minute," he said.
Kyle obeyed and slid backwards on the bench. Skylar swung his legs around so that he was sitting sideways on the bench as before, then again so that he was straddling the bench facing Kyle.
"So," he said with a devilish grin on his beautiful face. "You like that?"
"Yeah!" Kyle replied excitedly.
"I thought you might," Skylar said, pointing down at the other boy's obvious woody and grinning wider. His eyes were filled with such warmth and love and assurance, that Kyle didn't feel anything but the slightest lingering tinge of embarrassment at having someone notice his erection.
Skylar reached his pumped arms out and encircled Kyle in a warm embrace. Due to their knees being in each others way, they couldn't get as close as Kyle secretly wished they would, but their heads came together, and it was love and it was beautiful.
Kyle felt so safe in those arms. He'd just seen and felt those huge muscles flex until they were the size of softballs, and realized that they could inflict massive damage on anything their young master ordered them to, but the words "I would never use these to hurt you" reverberated off the inside of his skull, and he felt totally at-ease, and relaxed into his lover's embrace.
"Wanna hit the showers with me?" asked Skylar, grinning.
"Oh GOD yes!" murmured Kyle into the other boy's hair.
Skylar stood up, swung his legs over the bench, then turned back around and grabbed Kyle by the hand and said "Come on, hot stuff!", pulling him up onto his feet and then running hand-in-hand with him towards the locker room door.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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