Ron turned his car onto the gravel road and drove up the hill toward the clubhouse. The brick building was about 2 miles up the road, in a little forest of pine tees. It could not be seen from the road. And unless you knew it was there, you wouldn't even know it existed. A generous patron had donated the somewhat isolated land and building to the local Explorer troop some years ago. Even though it had been built in the 1940's, the Explorers had taken good care of it, and it was very nice. The grounds were well-kept with a nicely-trimmed lawn and a picnic area. Inside, there was a meeting room, a kitchen, a bunk room, and a full gym with weight machines, a large mat room for boxing and wrestling, and a large shower area.
The Explorers were a group of teen-aged boys who were interested in going into law enforcement or fire-fighting careers. They worked with local agencies to learn about the job and would meet at the clubhouse on Tuesday nights to discuss what they had learned and plan events and fundraisers. Other than that, the clubhouse was mainly a place for the guys to hang out and work on projects or work out in the weight room. The leaders would come in most evenings and open the place from 6 pm to 8 pm if any of the guys wanted to work out. But the weight room could get pretty crowded at times. And the guys would sometimes have to wait awhile for their turn.
That was why Ron had driven up there that night. At the meeting the night before, Phil, one of his fellow leaders, had mentioned to him that he was going to stay late the following night and had told Ron that he could come and work out if he wished. Ron's school schedule was fairly light the following day, and he thought it would be great to be able to get in a workout without having to wait around for machines to open up.
As he neared the clubhouse, he saw that Phil's car was parked in back, but no one else was there. The outside light was on, as were the lights inside the gym area. Ron parked his car and walked over to the building. It had been a warm spring day, but a cool breeze had begun to blow through the pines. It was very quiet up there. The only sound was the wind blowing through the trees. Ron breathed in the pine-scented air and enjoyed the moment. It felt like he was way out in the country.
He had dressed for his workout in a t-shirt and some loose nylon running shorts. Underneath his shorts, he was wearing a jockstrap and could feel the breeze blow up his shorts and across his butt. He liked wearing a jock because of the way it snugly held his cock and balls, while allowing him to feel otherwise naked underneath.
He walked into the gym and saw Phil sitting on the floor, stretching. Phil was one of the older leaders. He was 25 years old, 6' 5" tall, and weighed about 250 pounds, all solid muscle. He constantly worked out and was very strong. He had a body-builder's physique which looked even more massive after a workout.
Ron was 18 and a freshman in college. He played baseball and was in good shape. He had the body of an athlete, all lean muscle and no body fat. He did a lot of sit-ups and like the way girls looked at his abs. He also worked out with weights. But at 5'11" and 185 pounds, he was nowhere near as big nor as strong as Phil. He was hoping that Phil would give him some workout tips that night.
As Ron walked in, Phil looked up and said "Hi." As Ron sat down to stretch, he saw Phil get up, walk over to the door and lock it. He also saw him turn off the outside light. He didn't think much of it, figuring that Phil wanted to work out uninterrupted and didn't want to have to share the equipment with anyone who might drive up, see the light and try to come in.
As Ron finished stretching, Phil said to him "Before we start lifting weights, we need to warm up."
Ron asked him what he did to warm up, and Phil said "The best way to warm up all of the muscle groups is to wrestle."
Ron had some wrestling experience, but it was back in junior high and against other kids his age and size. He remembered how exhausting that had been and could not even imagine trying to wrestle with someone as big as Phil. Sensing Ron's hesitation, Phil said "Don't worry. I'll go easy on ya." He then turned and walked into the mat room. Ron shrugged, stood up and followed.
As they entered the mat room, Phil stripped off his shirt, shoes and socks and jogged around a little. He looked huge. His muscles were bulging on his chest, arms, and legs. His nylon shorts were tight on him. And, as he moved around, Ron saw that Phil had nothing on underneath his shorts and could clearly see every detail of his anatomy moving underneath. Phil's huge cock was flopping back and forth as he jogged. It was like watching a stallion warming up for a race.
Ron knew that he was no match for Phil, but figured he'd just get pinned a few times, then go work out. He took off his shirt, shoes and socks and waited for Phil to start things off.
Phil stood in front of him and asked "Are you ready?"
Ron replied, "As ready as I'll ever be." Then Phil said "O.k., here we go!"
Ron and Phil began to circle each other, looking for an opening. Ron tried to shoot in and grab one of Phil's legs, but Phil jumped back and pushed him down. Ron got up and tried again with the same result. He could tell that Phil wasn't really going 100%. Even then, he could not believe how strong he was.
