Arthur was working out in the local YMCA gym. He had been lifting weights for months but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't build any real muscle. He had developed some nice little abs and some nice little delts and a nice little core and some nice little biceps. When he complained to his friends they couldn't understand it, he looked in shape to them. But Arthur didn't want to just be "in shape," what he wanted was to be big. He had the body of a gymnast when he desired the body of gladiator. His body image problem was affecting his love life; his girlfriend broke up with him because he spent all his free time at the gym, he figured she broke up with him because he wasn't muscular enough. He was convinced if he could just develop huge ropey muscles, like the men in his fitness magazines, he would be happy.
Arthur bought stacks of these magazines. He would stare at the stacked Adonis on the cover and wonder what his secret was; there must be a secret. He did everything right. He switched to a high protein diet, stretched, did the workouts until he could barely move, but still he remained a puny little girly man.
One day while Arthur was doing curls with a dumb bell, nearly killing his arm, a man with near perfect definition walked into the YMCA and sat down at a weight bench. Arthur didn't recognize him at first but after staring for a few minutes he realized he knew that guy. It was Mathew! They had graduated high school together 5 years ago and here he was clad only in a pair of tight stretchy shorts, looking like a fucking tank. Mathew was ripped. His muscles were bulging obscenely as he lay down at a weight bench and started lifting. This was the first time Arthur had seen him since high school and it was a jarring transformation. Back then they were both skinny nerds, but somehow Mathew had figured out the secret and turned himself into Hercules.
Suddenly his eyes met Mathew's; he quickly looked away. Arthur must have been staring at him for at least ten minutes while he held that dumbbell up. He dropped it with a thud on the ground and massaged his sore arm. He was embarrassed to be caught staring, he didn't want Mathew to think he was a fag or something. He just needed to know how the guy did it. A few minutes latter Arthur followed him to the showers and stood near him as an entire room full of muscular men showered beside them. Slowly the other men cleared out and Mathew and Arthur remained. Mathew was taking an awful long time, rubbing the hot water into every sore muscle he had. Arthur wondered if that was his secret so he did the same. Suddenly he noticed they were now alone. Arthur was nervous. They were both standing there naked.
That's when Mathew turned off his shower faucet and faced Arthur.
"You probably assume I do steroids, right?"
Arthur was startled by this; his old classmate had clearly noticed all the staring and even knew what it was about. Far in the back of his mind Arthur thought Mathew might be using steroids, but he didn't want to admit it. If Mathew was juicing then his heroes in the magazines were probably juicing as well, and he found that idea very upsetting.
"No way man," Arthur replied, "I'm just a little shocked by how much you've grown... I mean, changed since high school. Mathew, it's me Arthur."
"I go by Matt now, and I remember you. You haven't changed a bit."
Matt walked out of the shower room to the locker room. He retrieved a towel from his locker and put it around his waist. Arthur raced back from his locker to Matt's with his towel around his waist.
"Well you've changed quite a bit. We used to have pretty much the same body. What's the secret, man? Is it the powders, the protein shakes, the supplements?"
Matt laughed, "Well you're almost right, I do use a sort of supplement. It's not hardest thing in the world to acquire so I'm always amazed not everyone knows about it. You could probably say I found the secret to perfect abs. Perfect biceps, perfect calves. Perfect everything."
"What is the secret, man? I'll try anything thing, I feel like I've tried everything."
Matt got a wicked smile across his face, "Oh, I'll bet you haven't tried everything."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you know what steroids are supposed to do?" Matt asked. Arthur thought he did but he waited for Matt to continue.
"Guys shoot steroids because it increases their bodies' testosterone output. Testosterone encourages muscle growth but steroids are unnatural and they can have unwelcome side effects. They shrink your testicles, give you acne, and damage your heart. But what would you say if I told you that you could find pure testosterone from a safe and natural source. Not only will this substance not shrink your balls, it will make them bigger. I'd tell you what it is but I'm not sure you could handle it."
"You've got to tell me!" Arthur felt like he was about to be sold something but he didn't care. He'd buy anything at this point.
"Every day after my workout I go to an apartment on the west side and I pay a man who looks like a black Incredible Hulk 100 dollars to suck his cock. It's in the semen and it has to be fresh, and it has to be from a man producing an excess amount of testosterone. The testosterone you consume from his semen then goes to your muscles and goes to your balls, enlarging them along with your penis. With your balls bigger you are producing more testosterone and your muscles can grow larger then your body would otherwise allow. Eventually you start producing so much testosterone you become a tank. And it's all natural."
Matt dropped his towel on the locker room floor revealing a massive uncut horse cock and matching huge pare of balls. "You wanted the secret, huh? Just like everyone else. Well it's right here, swinging in front of you. The question is, are you man enough to take it?"
"I'm not gay Matt, I can't suck you off."
"I'm not gay either, I've got a girlfriend for Christ's sake! And she never would of looked twice at me if I hadn't started putting on the muscle."