The elvator was crowded with young attractive, well groomed and well dressed workers leaving work for a fun filled week end, but they all paled beside the tall blond at the rear of the elevator. Under a tousled head of course, sun streaked hair were heavy dark brows and darkly lashed eyes like facetted sapphires. Under a perfectly proportioned nose was a full mouth that flashed brilliant white teeth when it smiled, further enhanced by his deep tanned, tight pored skin. As the crowd left the elevator and poured onto the steet, Deryk was fully visible. It was a stunning display. A thin nylon, near transparent T shirt the color of his eyes stretched across his torso revealing magnificent pecs with erect nipples and rare 8 pack abs! The tight sleeves just covered his delts.He had on fitted, low rise khaki pants that displayed an ample basket. His quads filled the upper leg while the lower leg promised perfect calves. On his feet were the barest suggestion of leather sandals. As he waved goodbye to his co workers, he headed in the opposite direction toward the beach for a workout at his gym on Ocean Avenue. Suddenly Deryk stopped, turned his face toward the sun, threw out his arms, and was thinking, "What a place to live, within walking distance of work, home, gym, beach - and bar - and warm sun nearly year round." Suddenly he had a desperate need to feel the sun over his whole body; so he peeled off his shirt, dropped his pants, and folded them both under his arm, then continued to saunter down the sidewalk clad only in tight boxer briefs that hugged his bubble butt and caressed a buldging basket that bounced as he walked. Quite a few heads were turned, as he glanced approvingly at his reflection in store windows. Once at the gym he was crossing the weight room toward the locker room when one of the bodybuilders shouted,"Just couldn't wait to show it off, could you Deryk?" He didn't reply but dropped the clothes he had under his arm and struck a double bicep pose, flexing his glutes and thrusting his hips forward to display his buldging box. They all laughed, and he went into the locker room dropping his boxer briefs and continuing toward his locker naked, his favorite state. He had chosen a locker the farthest from any facility to maximize his time nude. At his locker he pulled on a thin, white, stretchy unitard, bought a size too small to be practically trasparent and mold to his every body part revealingly. You could just detect the veins in his thick cock as it strained against the thin fabric. In the weight room he went through his routine stopping between sets to examined each pumped muscle group in the mirrored walls. He could see that all eyes were on him, even the morphs whom he looked on with some disdain. He was no slouch in the size catagory, but what he lacked of their bulk he more that made up for in aesthetic proportion. Indeed, he would have shown up well in any competition, but that's not why he was a bodybuilder. When he finished his workout, he pulled the string straps of the unitard top over his shoulders and down around his hips, and went through an extensive posing routine, much to the pleasure of all in the room. It made him a little aroused and a cum stain soaked through the crotch of his unitard. He walked slowly back to the locker room again pulling off the unitard immediately inside the door and, sporting a semi hard on, left his suit at his locker and walked toward the steam room. He climbed to the top bench an lay on his back almost immediately falling asleep. After a short time he woke seeing that there were several other bodybuilders sitting on lower benches clad in towels. He noticed he had acquired a raging erection as he slept and quite casually got up to join in the conversation with the others, his hard dick bobbing back and forth as he stepped down to the lower bench. After they talked for a while, Deryk got up to go to the showers, his dick still pointing to the ceiling. One of the hunks said, "Exercising your favorite muscle, Deryk?" "Damn right," he replied and walked on to the showers in a major aroused state. After an extended shower his meat had relaxed some and he went back to his locker to towel off, then he leisurely rubbed a thin coat of oil over every crevace of his pumped body. After pulling on his boxer briefs and sandals, he stuffed several cum stained unitards in a gym bag to take home to wash, and headed for the streets. By this time it was dark and there were few people out, this being a business district, but the few that were out couldn't help noticing the blond muscle hunk walking down the street in revealing underwear. Back at his condo building he pulled off the boxer briefs and stood naked waiting for the elevator. He did this often and relished the surprised looks of those who might be coming down. Nobody this time. Inside he dropped his bag by the front door and went to the floor to ceiling, uncovered windows in his living room and went through his posing routine admiring his reflection and hoping someone out side was enjoying it too. Exhausted he fell in the bed and went instantly to sleep... When Deryk woke it was after midnight, and he felt wide awake with the urge to show off. He got out of bed and stretched before the three way mirror in his bedroom. Even though he was no longer pumped up he looked really good. "I've got just about enough time to go to the bar for a beer or two before closing," he thought, then he went to the drawer full of a vast collection of skimpy attire. He pulled on a pale yellow pair of thin lycra shorts and a lime green string tank top and viewed himself in the mirror. "Not good enough," he thought, and traded the string tank for one more scoop out and cropped, just a scrap of fabric hanging from his massive shoulders. "Better but still not good enough". He pulled off the shorts and viewed himself in the mirror. He was well hung with large balls in a tight scrotum thrust a bit forward with a thick uncut cock draped over them, but he wanted to show more; so he put on a cock ring to further enhance his already impressive equipment. He put the stretchy shorts back on pulling them up so the fabric made a crease in the crack of his ass showing his bubble but to best advantage, really like a thin coat of paint. He arranged his cock symmetrically over his thrust forward balls and rolled the top of the shorts down to reveal just a hint of blond pubic hair and the bare beginning of the crack in his ass. Viewing himself again he said aloud, "That's it. There won't be anybody at the bar showing this much skin!" Sliding his feet into thong sandals he struck out on foot for the bar. At this late hour there was almost no body on the streets until he saw the bar. A few were standing around the door; a few were leaving. He walked slowly through the crowd and stood just inside the door looking around the room. All eyes were on him, and he felt a sensation in his groin as he left himself on display for a few minutes. Strolling slowly to the bar he ordered a beer and turned with his back to the bar, resting his elbows on it and thrusting his hips forward in a provocative pose. There were quite a few bodybuilders in the room, most in revealing attire, but, as he had assumed earlier, none showing as much skin as he. His whole body tingled at the display he was making. As closing time approached last call was announced and the last slow dance began. A young shirtless, dark bodybuilder worked up the courage to approach Deryk for a dance. As they moved slowly to the music their bodies, their bare chests pressed tightly together (Deryk had shed his suggestion of a tank top), their full baskets brushed each other, Deryk became aroused, his engorged cock pushing just above the low top of his shorts. When the music ended Deryk declined the bodybuilder's proposal and return to his beer at the bar leaving the tip of his boner showing only stuffing it down in his shorts when it was nearly flaccid and taking time and great care arranging his equipment to best advantage. At closing time he grabbed his tank top and left without putting it on, walking slowly through the deserted streets toward his condo. As was his custom he took off his shorts standing naked at the elevator. When the doors opened there was a couple in the elvator evidently leaving a late night party. They stood there for a moment stunned at seeing a muscle hunk standing naked before them. When the guy regained his senses he commented, "Nice tan," and pulled his still staring girl friend after him. Deryk stood there until they were out the front door before entering the elevator. The chance to show himself in the buff was what he lived for. Back in his bedroom seeing his reflection and thinking of his display at the gym and in the bar he was tempted to jerk off, but he thought, "No, not yet", and fell into the bed. snjn@hotmail.com
