Foolish Fire by Willard Guy

Author:Willard, Guy [Willard, Guy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Clam Press
Published: 2011-05-25T22:00:00+00:00

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I ate a quick dinner at home, then went upstairs to take a shower. In many ways, this was the most exciting part of the date—the preparation, the anticipation. I felt as if I were preparing my body for combat, donning my armor of masculine beauty.

Now that I was beginning to shave, nothing made me feel manlier than to lather up before the sink with only a bath towel tied around my waist, and to run the razor over my cheeks. Meanwhile, the hot water fogged up the mirror, putting an alluring mist over my reflection. And as I ran my eyes over my shoulders and chest, I could understand why Judy was interested in me.

Since turning sixteen, my body had finally begun to fill out, though it was difficult to tell from day to day. I’d been taking careful weekly note of my height and weight, and knew that I was definitely—and rapidly—gaining in height and weight. I looked forward to stepping on the bathroom scales each night. And the array of tiny pencil slashes creeping up the side of my bedroom door frame was like the measure of my own mounting confidence.

My broadening chest now angled out in a curved line from my tight waist, and my shoulders were filling out. My buttocks were still small and firm, but my genitals felt heavier in heft. I performed isometric exercises shirtless in front of the bathroom mirror to tone up my muscles…and to admire myself as I shifted into various poses.

I found myself comparing how I stacked up with the other boys. I still envied those who were more developed than me, with broader shoulders and more fleshed-out chests.

From the summer of my sophomore year, I’d begun working out with weights. I’d bought a set of barbells and a book called The Perfect Body which explained how to exercise with the barbells. I switched to a diet which provided me with as much protein as possible; my mother began complaining about the amount of steaks I consumed. In between meals and after working out, I drank the famous “stamina drink” recommended by a Swedish body builder I worshipped. It was like a thick milkshake, and consisted of milk, eggs, and honey all whipped together with the blender.

My goal was to have a body like those muscle men I admired so much at the beach every summer. This “beach” was actually only the shoreline of Echo Lake in the park, but it got quite crowded with sunbathers when the weather was fine. Last summer I’d gone almost every day.

The dark sunglasses I wore gave me the freedom to devour those dream bodies with my eyes. Lying on my stomach pretending to read a book, I scanned those chesty college boys and health club instructors…well-built men whose bikinis waged ever-losing battles to cover up their charms. For me, these men were incarnations of Greek gods, whose solid burnished bodies gleamed like living bronze…whose chests were like hard, flat shields…whose neck, shoulders, arms, and thighs denoted pure power and strength.

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