Wrong Steroids - Part 1

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Let's see, I've been working out since I was about ten years old, and I'm almost sixteen now so that's about six years. Working out really wasn't my idea as much as it was my Dad's. You see, he's really into bodybuilding and he's also a personal trainer. So I guess it was natural that he would encourage me. We've got a training room set up in our house with a treadmill, resistance training machines, weightlifting equipment, and a bunch of other stuff. He started me off with a half-hour workout every other day, but the last year or so I've been putting in about two hours a day.

Now you can see the effects of the training time that I've been putting in. I've got very little body fat so my muscles are very well defined.

And the routine that Dad worked out for me exercises all of the different muscle groups. You'll see some guys that have a huge chest but skinny legs, or huge arms but a flabby stomach - not me! Now I don't look like a world champion weightlifter or anything but I take pride in the way that I look and how all my muscle groups have developed in a balanced way.

There's another reason that Dad has me working out - his web site. He has his own web site that advertises his personal training business and he has lots of pictures of me on his site - starting back when I was about ten and progressing to where I am now so you can see how the training program that he worked out for me has helped me.

The funny thing is that I thought bodybuilders just kind of, well, worked out - I didn't realize all the other stuff that goes along with it. That is, I didn't until Dad started entering me in some of the youth competitions. The first thing I found out was that there's a point system that the judges use to score you. And for some reason one of the categories has to do with your appearance - like almost everyone has a good tan - so if you walk in with a great body, but a pasty white one, you lose points. So for about an hour every day or so when I get home from school, I'll lay out by the pool in our backyard and work on my tan.

The other thing is that tan lines are out - you have to tan all over! At least we've got a high fence around our pool so that when I lay out there sunning in the nude, no one can see me. And in the winter, I'll hit a tanning salon once or twice a week.

The other thing is that body hair is OUT. Now I don't have a lot of body hair, to begin with, but I have to shave my armpits and legs, and even parts of my crotch before every competition. And then just before the judging, everyone applies this oily lotion to their bodies to make them glisten. I could even have gone along with that but what grossed me out the first couple of times were the posing briefs that everyone wears.

Wow, talk about small! Like, the first time my Dad handed me a pair to put on I was like, "I've got to stand up in front of people with only this on?" They were really tiny, and just barely contained my balls and dick, and the fabric was so thin that they left nothing to the imagination. But I put them on and made it through the competition - didn't do really well that time.

But that first competition was pretty embarrassing for me. Like, Dad had helped me apply the lotion to my body so I was all kind of, well, "shiny," and I'm standing there almost naked in these tiny briefs, and

there are all these other guys around me in the same condition waiting for their turn to go out onto the stage, and all of a sudden I feel something "happening" and I look down and see this erection beginning to poke out of the top of my posing briefs. So here I am with this hard-on, but nobody had noticed it so I quickly made my way to the Men's Room, went into a stall, shut the door, and jerked off. After a minute or so I had shrunk back to my normal size and I could adjust my briefs and go back to the waiting area as if nothing had happened.

The same thing happened at my second competition but a quick trip to the Men's Room again solved my problem and after that I didn't have any more problems. That is, I'd check the other guys out and admire some of their physiques, but at least no embarrassing erections. After I'd been to several more competitions, and my Dad had coached me, and I saw how the other guys handled themselves, and I learned how to pose my body to show off my physique to the best advantage, I started doing a little better.

That is, I didn't rank near the top, but I also didn't get eliminated right at the beginning. And I got to know the other bodybuilders and made a number of friends.

All the adults that I talk to are, like: "It must be nice to be a teenager, and have all that free time, and be able to hang around with your friends, and not have to worry about a job or making money, and " Yeah, bullshit! Do you know how busy I am? I get up at 6:30am and board the school bus at 7am. School is out at 2:30pm and I'm home by 3pm. Tanning and my bodybuilding routines take till 6pm. By the time supper is over and things are cleaned up it's around 7pm and by the time I do my studying and homework, it's between 9pm and 10pm - just about time to go to bed.

About the only time that I can ever do all those things that adult think teenagers do is on the weekends, and even then my Dad has me doing double workouts - one in the morning and one in the afternoon. Usually, after supper I can break away and I'll get together with my friends and we'll get one of our parents to drop us off at the mall and we can spend four hours hanging around the stores, snacking in the food court, or taking in a movie. It's not bad but some of the girls can be so dumb.

Like, all they want to talk about is "relationships" and who said what to whom.

One of the guys in the group that I hang out with is a little strange. Like, he's always staring at the other guys. And when we were in the movie last night he kind of shifted around in his seat so that his leg was rubbing up against mine. He's let his hair grow really long - like it falls to below his shoulders - and I think he uses a perfumed shampoo on it. (Now my hair used to be fairly long, it brushed against the top

of my shoulders, but long hair can lose you points in a competition so now I keep it cut short). And his name is "Romey" - now who names their boy "Romey?" I think I'll keep my distance from him.

Now, none of the gang of guys that I hang around with is really into drinking - maybe one will mention that he's got a six-pack if anyone wants a beer but that's not very often. But grass, or whatever you want

to call it, is really easy to get to my school. And usually by the time the weekend has rolled around someone in the group has scraped up enough money to buy a bag and we'll get together at someone's house or in a park, roll some joints, and just relax and get a buzz on.

It was pretty hot last Saturday and a bunch of us were just hanging out at one of my friends' house. We decided that we wanted to cool off so we walked over to a local park that has a swimming pool. None of us had bathing suits on but we older guys usually just go swimming in the same baggy shorts that we wear whenever the weather is warm. I'd put on a pair of blue nylon tricot shorts that morning and just dove into the pool wearing them. The lifeguard was a classmate of ours so he let us horse around a little in the pool. We'd brought a soccer ball along and pretty soon we had a pretty good game of water polo going. After about a half-hour we took a break and as I was getting out of the pool I noticed that Romey was glancing at me. "Wonder what's up with him," I thought as I reached down to towel myself off. It was then I noticed that my shorts had slipped way down when I was in the pool. Like, I was still covered up - but just barely. And because I tan all over, I really didn't look that bad.

What the hell," I thought, "I'll give him a real show." So while I was drying myself off with the towel, I "accidentally" managed to push my shorts down another inch or so. In the front, I was now showing some pubic hair over the waistband of my shorts, and in the rear, you could see the top inch or so of the crack of my ass and the top of my tanned cheeks. I made sure that Romey had a good view and then, under the pretense of getting a drink from the water fountain, I walked past him and as I passed him, I pretended to stumble a little and turned and rubbed my ass up against the front of his shorts. "Whoops, sorry," I said, "Water makes the concrete a little slippery." As I walked on I glanced back and Romey's standing there, blushing bright red, and with this big erection tenting out the front of his shorts for everyone to see. That was so funny!

Actually, I kind of like the way I look with my shorts riding very low on my hips so that the top of my ass is exposed so I've been wearing them that way all the time now - well, not in the school of course. But I did shave a little more of my pubic hair off so that it doesn't show over my shorts.

At several of the competitions, I've noticed Romey sitting in the audience. I'm beginning to wonder whether he has a "thing" for guys.

After about a year of competing and a number of competitions where I didn't even come close to finishing among the top competitors, Dad and I got a couple of the judges aside and asked them about why I had scored so low. We were basically told that while I had extremely good muscle

definition and a well-balanced physique that I simply did not have the muscle bulk that the higher scoring competitors did. This was pretty disappointing - especially as I had been using those dietary supplements that are supposed to help you add muscle mass.

Anyway, it was a couple of weeks after that when Dad came home carrying a large brown bag and tossed it to me just as I was finishing my workout. "What's this?" I questioned.

"Some pills that will help you add muscle mass," he replied.

As I peered into the bag I could see that there was a large brown glass bottle filled with hundreds of small pills. "Add muscle mass, like, steroids?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied, "but I know a lot of guys that used them, and as long as you limit yourself to one pill a day they're safe."

Well, I had heard some stories from the coaches at school of the dangers of steroids but those cases were where guys had been abusing them so I figured that I'd try them at a low dose and just be careful. So starting the next day, I took a single pill with my breakfast every day.

I was kinda surprised when I didn't feel any different or notice any changes after I'd been taking the pills for a week. Well, maybe my appetite was a little stronger but that was all.

Had my sixteenth birthday party last night. Other than a few minor new pieces of equipment for the workout room, Dad just gave me a pretty good-sized gift certificate to the mall. I called up a bunch of my buddies and we went over to the mall, I cashed in the certificate, and we spent the evening walking around and buying food and some new clothes. Ended up the evening by going to a late movie and then going out to one of the older guys' cars in the parking lot. Spent several hours smoking some joints that he'd scored earlier that day. Boy did I get wasted! What a great birthday.

Wow, I was working with the weights this afternoon and all of a sudden I got this feeling - like I was stronger or the weights were lighter and all of a sudden I was just pumping away with the weights like mad, and I could feel the strength of my muscles and the blood coursing through my veins. It was a real rush. I don't know whether it was the pills kicking in or not but it felt so great. Kind of a "muscle rush" or something.

That muscle rush feeling has been kicking in more and more often during my workout sessions lately. Whether I'm resistance training or lifting weights, or on the treadmill - all of a sudden I'll feel so strong and I just want to exercise forever. I think that I've added a little muscle mass too, although it's a little early to tell. I've started popping a couple of extra pills during the day just to get that great feeling.

I was surprised when I was taking a shower the other day and I was washing off my dick and my balls - they seemed to feel a little smaller than I had remembered. Now I'd never measured them or anything, but you know how you kind of get used to how they feel when you hold or cup them. I looked a little closer at my dick and it was about three inches long and I had remembered it as being maybe four inches long, or a little bigger.

Sure enough, over the next couple of weeks, things did seem to be getting a little smaller. I got a ruler and measured my dick and it's just about two and a half inches in length now. It was a pretty embarrassing subject to bring up with my Dad but I finally said something to him during a workout a couple of days after that. He didn't seem too concerned - he said that sometimes that happens when you're taking steroids but the effect is only temporary. Well okay, but I wonder if he would have been as unconcerned if it was HIS dick that was shrinking?

After a couple of more weeks, it finally quit getting any smaller, but by then it was only a little more than an inch long and as big around as my little finger. And you can hardly see my balls at all - they're just a slight bulge at the bottom of my tiny dick. One of the problems with my smaller sized "equipment" was that when I got into my posing briefs for a competition, my lack of size was very noticeable. Dad solved that problem by getting a piece of foam rubber and cutting it to fit into my posing briefs and fill them out so it looked as though I was of normal size "down there."

Now, even though my dick had gotten really small, it didn't bother me too much because I could still jerk off - usually by rubbing my dick with the palm of my hand. But what felt even better was rubbing my dick with one hand and playing with my nipples with my other hand. Doing that would make me come even faster and though when I "shot my wad" it was really just a small trickle of liquid it still fell just as good as ever.

Oh, those pills are great! For the last couple of months or so I've been taking five or six a day and I feel fantastic! I've gained about fifty pounds and it's ALL muscle - not a bit of fat. My legs and arms and chest muscles are getting much bigger. My pecs especially have gotten much larger. Some of my shirts that were a little on the tight side before are now too small for me across my chest. My jeans are so tight on my thighs that I can't even get into some of the smaller pairs anymore. And I can bench press twice the weight that I could before I started on the steroids.