It was 1981 and I had been going to this particular gym for about a year. I liked it there because they had an indoor track and I was really enjoying the opportunity to run, improve my time and distance, etc. I only sometimes worked in the weight room and, since I knew so little about the weights and machines at the time, I tended to just mimic what I saw the other guys do without thinking much about my form or the amount of weight I was using.
Normally, I worked out (ran) in the later afternoon after I finished work but sometimes, I went at night as the place was open until 10:00 pm on the weekdays. One evening, while working in the weight room, I noticed a guy I seen once or twice before. He was clearly a bodybuilder and had an amazing body. His chest and arms were huge and he always wore these very tight and very short black shorts. He had a beautiful ass and those shorts complemented perfectly the contour of those plump, firm melons. He was also somewhat older than me and I was impressed by his commitment to his health and his exercise routine.
One afternoon I was doing curls (or what I believed to be curls) when he walked over to me. He smiled and asked if he could take the weights from me. I gave him the weights and he then said he wanted to show me a few things on how to better do the exercise. He was patient, kind and taught me a lot, especially about the use of proper form. To be completely honest, I was absolutely taken by his beautiful smile and his ability to explain everything in an easy to remember way.
I started working out with weights a bit more and, when he was there, he always took time to guide me and encourage me. What amazed me was that he didn't seem to mind taking time from his own workout to help me.
His name was Sam and he was sort of a regular at the gym. He was friendly with the owners and sometimes, he even helped out at the reception desk. In addition, Sam was also a medic and served as a volunteer on the ambulance in town.
One night, during a workout Sam asked me about my "stats." He used the word measurements. I was clueless as I had never really given it much thought except for my waist when I went to the store to buy pants. I did explain that since starting running I had lost a significant amount of weight and was feeling good.
He looked at me with a look of questioning and then he just smiled. He went on to explain that knowing one's measurements was important especially in terms of monitoring improvements. He then told me that some evening we would make some time and he would take my measurements for me.
I just said: "OK" believing that, while a nice gesture, he would probably forget the offer. However, he would soon prove me wrong.
Some weeks later I was back at the gym. It was a Friday evening and I had run 3 miles on the track. After cooling off a bit I went to the weight room. Sam was there and I got to work on some arm exercises while he supervised. As I was working with the weights, I saw Sam go and chat with the manager at the desk. A few minutes later the announcement came that the gym would be closing soon and everyone should finish up.
As I was putting away the weights Sam came back and told me that, if I had some extra time, he could take my measurements once the gym had closed for the evening. I asked if that would be OK with the manager and he said yes. Apparently, the manager had a date and wanted to leave and Sam had volunteered to lock and secure the building when we left.
The building closed for the evening and Sam and I retreated to the men's locker room. He carried with him a small leather bag, a clipboard and a pen. I was fairly sweaty from my run and other exercises so he told me to go shower while he checked on the security of the doors and lights in the rest of the building. I undressed, left my sweaty clothes on the floor and headed to the shower room.
As I was rinsing off, I heard Sam come back into the locker room. He stuck his head in the shower room and told me the building was secure. I finished and got dried off. As I was drying myself, I could hear Sam getting on and off of the big doctor's type scale in the locker room. He called out to me that the scale was surprisingly accurate.
I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked to the locker where my street clothes were. Sam stopped me and told me there was no need to get dressed just yet as the measurements would be more accurate on my bare skin. I just sort of stood there, staring at him blankly, not quite sure what to say. I was also happy that I had that towel around me as it provided a bit of modesty.
Sam grabbed the clipboard and motioned me over to the scale. As I was about to step onto the scale he laughed and pointed at the towel asking me if I really wanted to weigh myself with a wet towel around my waist. Again, I just stood there with my mouth open trying to formulate a response to his query. He reminded me that we were in a men's locker room, that he had seen plenty of naked guys before and I should not be so shy. As he spoke, he reached over, grabbed the towel and pulled it off of my waist. He walked over to the hooks on the wall and hung up the towel.
Sam hung up my wet towel on one of the hooks by the shower room. For some reason I felt really exposed just standing there naked. As he hung up the towel, he looked at me and chuckling he said: "Mike! Up on the scale, please."
I did as he told me. He came over, set the scale to my weight and he also took my height. He wrote down the numbers and then told me to hop off of the scale and come over to the towel table.
We had a large padded table in the men's locker room that served as a place where they kept clean towels (when they had them). Most guys used it to put down their gym bags when they were changing. Sam now used it to place his clipboard and pen as well as the measuring tape.
Next, he then took the tape and began taking my measurements. First my neck then my chest, shoulders, arms, etc. He wrote everything down on the chart and was very businesslike. When he measured my thighs, I remember his hand and fingers sometimes grazing lightly past my penis and I found myself concentrating very much on NOT getting an erection. I tried to think of unpleasant things...like.... doing my taxes. But, when he asked me to spread my legs a bit so he could measure my thigh and inseam, my penis (with a mind of its own) started to grow.
I was semi-erect and I felt my face blush with embarrassment. I started to stammer "Uh...I'm sorry...I... I just.... Uh..."
Sam stopped what he was doing, looked at me and smiled in a very kind way. In a voice both quiet and reassuring, he told me that my body was reacting in a very normal way and, since I was a "young man" (his words) these things just happen. I told him that I was embarrassed and he again told me not to worry.
Then, to my complete astonishment, he flicked the tip of my penis with his fingers and said: "Believe me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. From the looks of things, you appear to be a very healthy young man."
I was feeling a mix of emotions. On one hand I was sort of honored to have this handsome bodybuilder take me under his wing. On the other hand, I felt exposed and vulnerable.
With the measurements finally complete, he patted the table with his hand and instructed me to sit on it. I hoisted myself up and sat down on the table. He opened his small leather case and took out a BP cuff. He took my blood pressure and complemented me on how good it was. He told me that my time on the track was paying off. Following that he checked my pulse and then took out a stethoscope to check my heart and lungs. I was starting to relax a bit as my quasi erection had finally disappeared.
He recorded all of my vitals on the chart and then said: "OK, now please lie down on the table on your stomach." I must have looked at him blankly because he had to repeat it.
I just said: "On my stomach???"
"Yes." he repeated. Not sure what to do I stood up and then hoisted myself on to the table again and laid face down on the table.
I watched as he searched through his bag and pulled out 2 items. At first, I couldn't tell what they were. He walked over to the nearby sinks and started to wash something. As he approached the table, I saw that he had a thermometer in his hand. I was perplexed. He set the thermometer down on a piece of clean paper towel and picked up the other item which was a tube of KY lubricant.
