Spring Break Nightmare
By
The Mangler
The barbell rose slowly to its full height. The muscular arms trembled
with the heavy weights. The big 19" biceps bulged as the weights were
slowly lowered until coming into contact with the sweating, hairy, shirtless
chest. Even more slowly the bar began the final ascent, pausing briefly halfway
as the arms and the weights battled for supremacy before the arms won out. The
bar was returned to the rack accompanied by a loud grunt and the sweating
figure jumped to his full 6'2" height. He turned to check himself in the full-length
wall mirror and pumped his right bicep to its full mass. "Look at it and
weep, wimps," he called out loud although the room was empty. Just a minor
detail of absolutely no importance to Jerry.
He imagined how he would be seen through the video lens of some babe's camera.
The video would begin at the feet, noting the new white Reeboks with the short
athletic socks running partially up the ankle. As the camera slowly panned up
the body it would encounter the shapely hair-covered muscular calves, the
muscular defined thighs (product of much jogging and weight work), the
sweat-stained grey shorts with the well packed crotch, the jockstrap clearly
visible through the clinging material. The camera would linger at this truly
awesome site before continuing its upward adventure. It would encompass the
narrow 31" waist; the awesome abdomen, each ripped muscle perfectly
delineated; and then it would arrive at the chest. The 42" muscle packed
wonder that was the envy of every male around. Each pec full, round, covered
with curly black hair; the quarter sized areolar with peaked nipple in the
middle; a deep valley running between; the powerful biceps caught at the edge
of the screen. Slowly the camera would move even higher to show the powerful
neck and then caress the handsome face framed by the shoulder length brown
hair. In simple terms, 200 lbs. of perfect masculinity.