Needless to say that after our first, exciting encounter as fuck buddies, I was very keen to get another chance to explore the possibilities open to three big strong horny men, myself being the exception to the hairy category that Dan and "Big" occupied comfortably. As I approached 21 years of age my chest and belly were all but hairless, my back totally smooth except for a small area above the crack of my arse. My thighs had a coating of very fine hair that was hardly noticeable, calves and arms a little nearer to average masculine coverage but with fair to mousy fine hair on my head I guessed I'd grown as much of a pelt as I was going to by then. However much I build my bulk, I always regretted not getting a thick, masculine pelt of body hair.
With hindsight, all those boys who wanted to display their bodies in shows and competitions were obliged to wax or shave in the show season for it to grow back thicker than ever in the months afterwards.
My first objective was working out, but I was also a spectator in the gym, secretly enjoying the movement and proximity of muscle mass. I was never interested in attending shows and certainly not competing in them and from the very first I mourned the loss of body hair on these fabulously constructed men when they turned up to train in the gym just before a competition, shiny and smooth all over.
Whilst I was still obliged to use the facilities at peak times, I witnessed a few minor disagreements between one or two of the driven individuals who were competitors and rivals in local competitions. One who was often at the centre of these niggling conflicts, Bob, the very man I had stopped in the street who introduced me to the St.Mary's gym by simply giving me the name when I asked where he trained.
He was a man with anger issues bubbling under the surface all the time, a surfeit of adrenaline and more testosterone than his share, he had what I think of as a mature physique. As developed as it was gonna get, he focussed on maintaining his bulk out of season and cutting to ribbons towards showtime. He was not what I think of as handsome and although he shaved for shows, his body was not really hairy at all. For all of the above reasons, I did what other users did and kept well out of his way, steering clear of those with whom he trained most of the time. These guys would get into snarling and bickering with one another about their use of equipment but it always looked far more fearsome than it was. Bob lifted big and aggressive, always had a buddy by him to spot, most of whom, younger versions of himself, lifting the same titanic poundage. One, however, stood out. Badger.
The two sometimes arrived together or left together but spoke as if only nominally acquainted. Badger would have been a very powerful man without the obsessive weight training he had done but he had become a mountain of a man. About six four and I'd guess 280 pounds, big boned with short, dark wavy hair and a dark 6 o'clock shadow permanently colouring his facial features. His complexion was Mediteranean, Greek or perhaps Armenian / Trans-Caucasian. A classic, strong, denseley knitted brow, a broad nose and sparkling, black- brown eyes.
I never knew his real name, his nickname was completely ubiquitous. He sometimes trained alone or with other big guys but most often, at night, I'd see him with Bob. I'd over hear them talking about contestants in shows, they would occasionally show one another poses they'd seen. I only ever saw Badger shaved once and then it was after the event by a few days and his colossal body was already stubbly all over with course, sharp bristles of the returning pelt. I tried to imagine feeling the coarse rasp of that surface against bare skin. A ripple of sensual pleasure shook me all over. Even the triceps were bristling with that re-growth. Within a couple of weeks his natural look was restored and I realised he must be clipping his thick mat of body hair every week to keep it so even. What a job!
When I changed back to afternoon work-outs, my occasional meetings with Dan and "Big" John had brought out a whole new dimension to my sessions at the gym. I'd see them sometimes weekly or fortnightly and we'd usually roll on back to their place to finish our afternoon workout together. Then, one session of legs, when Dan and John were on a different shift, Badger showed up in the afternoon, while I was working, warming up for squats. When he arrived, I'd only just started my first warmed up set at the first of the two big squat stands.
Badger took some time on the leg bicep machine, warming up, before setting up at the other squat stands and making some stretching and dummy squats. His massive chest and shoulders making the bar look small. He peeled off his sweat pants and flexed his darkly hirsute and enormously muscled legs. He nodded and acknowledgement to me in the mirrors as I settled my bar back into the stands and went to the rack for more weight. Much to my surprise, he told me He'd seen me training in the evenings and I couldn't imagine how he'd have noticed me, I'd thought I looked like a sparrow compared to that crowd. I told him I liked the quiet of afternoon workout and in return he said that he was taking his leg sessions into the afternoon because squats needed that extra focus.
It wasn't exactly quiet, once he started piling on the weight. He bellowed and puffed his way through an impressive tonnage of lift that session. I couldn't get anywhere near the weight he was pushing but we spotted for one another and once again I found myself learning loads from the man and getting way beyond my previous training limits. I was really grateful to him not to mention in total awe of his astonishing musculature and his handsome, swarthy masculinity.
I was ready to hit the shower and headed into the changing room, Badger picked up his bag and followed, still talking squats and technique and when we got to our lockers he was half out of his kit when he wanted to show me something about my posture (here we go- posture again) he'd already taken off his trainers and shorts and stood, with his great back towards me, facing a mirror on the back of the door, raised his arms as if supporting a bar for a front squat, a tremendously difficult exercise but hugely beneficial if you can master it. It wasn't such a big room, so, seated by my locker his hairy muscle arse contrasted by the off white straps of his jock, were not so many inches from my sweating, over-excited face. I boned up immediately as that great backside dipped expertly towards the bottom of Badger's perfect front squat. I focussed to see if the tiny pink pucker of his ring would become visible but the dense forest of hair covering his hole hid it from view. I sighed audibly.
