unusually warm for early October – “Indian Summer.” Randy had just dropped his books and pulled off his T when he heard Zeb’s car drive in. He headed for the barn…anticipating a great workout and a chance to spend some time with this hot dude. The warm sun felt good on his bare back.

Zeb was just getting out of his car as Randy walked up. He stripped off his T and threw it into the back seat. “Hey, dude…how’s it goin’? Ready to pump some iron? You know we both gotta be ‘toned’ for our match on Friday night!”

“Yeah…a match I’m gonna win, by the way!”

“In a pig’s ass! I’m gonna have you beggin’ for mercy in two minutes…then I’m gonna totally destroy your manhood!”

Randy covered his crotch with both hands in mock terror. “Ooooo, I’m scared!”

“You better be!” Zeb pulled his hands away, grabbed his basket and gave it a hard squeeze. “I’m gonna turn these firm, young gonads into mush! Seriously…it’s great to see you…I haven’t stopped thinkin’ about you since we met on Sunday.”

“Really? I’ve been thinkin’ about you a lot too…even talked to Rod about…well, um…I talked to Rod about you some…”

“About?”

“Oh…just some shit I was thinkin’…I’ll tell you some other time.”

“Now, man…what were you thinkin’ about me?”

“Just…um, how I’d like to…um – damn, I don’t want to say it!”

“I think you want to do the same thing I do…something that Pete mentioned Sunday – like something he didn’t want us doin’?”

“Yeah…”

“Hold that thought – I wanna come back to it, but first let’s work out…maybe get rid of some of this energy…or get more energy!”

They kicked off their 501s as they entered the weight room…“fluffed” their ringed packages and began to work out vigorously…exchanging small talk… spotting each other on the heavy lifts…slapping ass after a particularly good set…their dicks only semi-hard, and that mostly because of their cockrings. The energy expended kept the blood flow in their muscles, rather than in their cocks…and soon both their bodies were glistening with sweat. Randy loved the way Zeb’s olive skin shone…and how the beads of perspiration caught the light and sparkled as they clung to his thick, curly pubes.

Zeb spoke… “Damn, man…I don’t know when I’ve had such a good workout – I like workin’ out with Pete…but the ‘eye-candy’ is a hell of a lot better with you around!”

“Eye-candy?”

“Yeah…just bein’ able to eyeball you while I work out…I know I already told you, but you’re one hot lookin’ little fuck!”

“Guess that goes both ways…if I wasn’t workin’ so hard…I’d REALLY be hard!”

“You about done with your routine?”

“Yeah, why?”

“We need to get a little ‘mat’ time before we shower…”

“Should we? I mean…isn’t that sorta like settin’ ourselves up for…um, Pete tole us…like we should wait for Friday night…”

“Hey, if you don’t want to…”

“Oh, no, no, no…I really