BODY BUILDING
By 2NN
Prologue
If only I hadn't been so obsessed with the perfect body, this wouldn't have happened.
About three years ago I was a man. My name was Frank and I worked as an
auto mechanic. My hobby was bodybuilding and I was quite good at it. At
5'11' I was perhaps a little short for the perfect body, but not by
much. Bodybuilding was my only thing I really loved doing and I worked
out 2-3 hours every day.
I was born a loner and had no real friends and my family was long dead.
And I had a secret. Although I participated in my share of bad locker
room jokes about women, faggots and the like, and laughed just as much
as the others, I have always been attracted to men. Every night in the
shower I had to fight myself so as not to look at the others in way that
would seem suspicious. And it worked after a fashion. To my knowledge no
one knew that I was homosexual. Being a little on the shy side I hardly
ever made any sexual acquaintances, but mostly satisfied my need by
masturbating to a magazine or an web page with good looking guys on it.
It would probably have gone on like that if it hadn't been for Rick.
Rick came to the gym where I worked out once in a while. And he was
perfect. He had the kind of body that I would have loved to have and
wicked good looks to boot. He was the blackest guy I've ever seen. At
6'11" he towered over me. With a charming smile and a manner to match,
it's fair to say that I lusted after him from the minute I laid eyes on
him. Not that he seemed to notice me especially, I was just one of the
guys.
That is until one evening after working out, when he approached me. It
was a cold November night and there was no one around as he came up to
me and asked: "Say Frank, how about you and me go get ourselves a
drink?" Between my lust for him and his killer charm there was no room
left and I agreed immediately. To my great surprise the bar he picked
was a gay bar. Did he know or had he just picked the wrong spot? My
heart began to beat a little harder as we ordered two beers and sat down
in a private booth at the back of the bar.
After a few general remarks, Rick cut to the chase: "You're gay right? I
mean, you're real good at pretending not to check a guys butt out, but
it can be spotted. I mean, it takes one to know one." And there just
like that he had said that he was gay too! Immediately I answered him
that yes I was gay and a little clumsily managed to imply that I found
very sexy. At this he smiled at put his hand on mine. My hand was by no
means small, but his hand made mine seem tiny.
The rest of the conversation in the bar passed in a blur and pretty soon
we were on our way to my place. As I closed the door behind us, he
turned around and kissed me. I kissed him back and it was great. It was
the kiss I had been waiting for since I'd laid eyes on him. From there
things went wrong. As we kissed I suddenly felt something like a needle
sting my butt. As I withdrew in surprise and pain I saw that Rick was
holding a syringe. I started to ask him what was going on, but my mouth
felt like it was full of cotton and I felt dizzy. As darkness closed in
around me I could still see him holding the syringe, laughing quietly.
