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It hit me fancy a flash of electric current in my guts and below when he entered the lecture theatre - gentleman was this lad hot! Not very tall, about 5.8, but stocky built and obviously complete of energy . this cute untidy blond hair and impressive strong jawline with a two days growth of reddish blond stubble. He jumped up the stairs more than climbing them in this singular elastic gait of pure young male confidence passed my bench and took a seat two behind me - fortunately so I had at least a chance to follow the lecturers presentation.

This remarkable event took place on my second sunlight in Edinburgh where I spent 8 weeks at one of the University hospitals for an elective in my final year of medical studies. I'm a 25 year old German guy with definite interest in my retain gender - not that this is any news to you - 6.0 feet tall, 160lbs of athletic slim stature, brown curly hair, greyish azure eyes and much to my have regret still adorable much "in the closet". During the following days I enjoyed this tingling sensation in my loin every period my eyes got hold of Adrian - in lectures and tutorial, on the wards and at the canteen. I had quite a hard hour (oh what a pun!) to conceal my una

--by WMC

Yuri watched intently as his idol folded his kingly bulk at the waist and gripped the heavy barbell in his enormous, powerful hands. A mighty grunt echoed in the empty gym as the 507 pound mass of steel magically became airborne and landed with a dull clank on his magnificent shoulders. With an animal-like roar the behemoth stood up and adjusted the incredibly thick weight on his clavicles, the metal plates yielding another dull clank.

 

He heaved several deep breaths while his pecs quivered and bounced beneath the steel bar as he tested the resistance he would face in jerking it overhead. Suddenly he dipped and split his stance as the bar effortlessly flew upward until his mighty arms were locked in place underneath it. He then drew his feet together in a shoulder-wide stance and waited for the imaginary judges' lights to signal a successful lift. He counted to ten and then stepped back as he guided the barbell down to the gym mat where it landed with a reverberating boom no less impressive than that of a cannon.

Eighteen-year-old Yuri cheered as the 338 pound world champion weightlifter raised his arms in victory then lowered them and half-bowed at the waist

Every year or so--depending on if he remembered to undertake it--Fantasy Point theme park CEO Mr. Gregg would produce his entire staff get physicals and drug tests.  It helped Mr. Gregg get rid of employees that he thought (usually correctly) were addicts.

This year, Mr. Gregg made an announcement that everyone had to turn in a physical and drug test before the end of July.

This would, of course, include our scorching, blonde, buff Max.

Two days before Max went in to go get his physical, he made the unwise mistake of smoking pot with his buddy Brent.  Max went to the doctor's office, had a typical physical and drug test (aside from the reality that the middle-aged female nurse could not stop gawking at Max's oversized bubble buns).  That day, however, the doctor was out-of-town and he never did end up meeting Max since the nurse took care of everything.

A few days later, Max got a call on his cell phone.

Dr. Rick:  "Is this Max?"

Max:  "Yes, this is."

Dr. Rick:  "Max, I need you to come down to my office tomorrow.  It seems that there was an issue with your drug test."

Max knew exactly what the problem was but he didn't consider that the petite amount of pot t

It was the last weekend in August.  Though it seemed to be gradually cooling down a bit, weather-wise, over the last few days, all of a sudden the temps rose to over 100 degrees.

Blonde, studly, 21-year-old Max was working his shift out in the amusement park, in costume as superhero Captain Fantasy, visiting with and taking pictures with the guests.

He wore his uniform: High, blue leather boots on his feet.  On his perfect, Abercrombie-looking face, Max wore a blue leather half mask that the costume department had bought from an old Robin (as in Batman) costume and then painted azure to match the park's official color scheme.  Max wore his skin-tight, shiny, white spandex shirt with the Fantasy Point stamp on it that showed off his pumped, muscular frame stupendously.  And......of course, on his bottom half, Max wore a pair of shiny, thin, alabaster spandex tights.  As ever, Max's bulging, bulbous, intensely round, oversized, bubble butt cheeks hypnotized everyone around him.  The vertical support seam on the seat of his tights was wedged so far up his ass, the tights looked like a second skin or that the spandex was painted on him.  He may as we