Jumbo Joey (Patreon)

Joey walked in towards the welcome desk. “Hello, sir. The name is Joey Ners,” The receptionist did some clicking " Ah yes welcome to Athletics Club it says you're staying for 6 weeks?" "I am indeed," Joey said nervously.

“Nice for you to join us, and please just call me Brant.

He shakes hands with Kyle next. “What's up my man? I'm Kyle If you need anything at all to eat, just hit me up in the mess hall.”

Next to him stands another man “I’m Mike. I’m one of the coaches in the camp! Other than being the biggest of them all in terms of height, he’s the leanest of the three.

“It’s great to meet you all, I hope my progress will be worth the wait soon after,” Joey said, kind of shy in contrast to how big all of them looked compared to him.

“Well don’t sweat it, we’ve got about... five hours until we start serving lunch for your training later. For now, just enjoy your stay in the camp and get to know the faculties, staff, and such. I’m sure you’ll find something that piques your interest,” Brant adds in the same sincere manner as Kyle.

Athletic's club gym was accessible 24/7 by all clients and trainers and there were personal health checkups every two weeks to check in on everyone.

Having familiarised himself with the place and left with nothing else to see why not start working out? Joey met up with Mike for a quick cardio session in the main hall. Half of the right wall contained mirrors as tall as the windows and also boasts four 40 inch TV, with a set of treadmills facing toward them. The architecture of the room seems pretty modern, simple and sleek, with lino floors and cemented walls. It all feels so vast. Just 15 mins running on the treadmill was enough to tire Joey as Mike pushed his limits. Sweat filled up his red beanie and loose tank top. Next was weightlifting. He struggled to curl even the   lightweight 2kg weights.

Next was his health check-up. A nurse led him downstairs into an examination room. There she listened to his heart and took his pulse, blood pressure and other vital statistics. She asked him a list of questions about his family history and medical background, then instructed him to change out of his clothes into his underwear to take some measurements.

“The doctor will be in shortly,” she said, withdrawing from the room to let him change.

His ridiculously small cock hung there now it was free of his shorts. He wondered how the doctor would react when he saw that. He wondered how any girl would react when she saw that. This summer camp was supposed to be his big opportunity to break out of his parents’ shadow and finally lose his virginity, but how could he with a puny frame and dick like this.

He undressed to his underwear and waited on the chair. The doctor entered after a few minutes and took some measurements. "6’0 feet tall and 121 pounds, body fat 5%" She blurted. "That means you are underweight I'm afraid." The nurse said softly. Joey was definitely one of the most underweight people she'd ever examined! "I'd train super hard if I were you you should at least try and gain let's say... 15 pounds. Joey was taken aback but still, this was definitely something to aim for!

Right away Joey made his way to the main hall and jumped on the workout equipment. An older guy walked by and laughed probably at this puny kid training. "Just 15 Ibs! That's all, then you'll need to find someone else to laugh at!" He thought to himself, quite clearly irritated at the dude laughing at him. Joey lasted about 40 mins working, on his chest, arms and legs because you never skip leg day!

He stunk of sweat but was reluctant to use the showers. The communal shower at the end of the hall—made him feel slightly sick to his stomach. What if he got hard? What if, just by accident, he was in the shower with the others and he had an erection? He had very carefully avoided showering with the other guys in high school after the gym for just that reason.

He wasn’t gay! He told himself that every night. He wasn’t gay. He just…hadn’t found the right girl, yet. And maybe…maybe every guy had these feelings for a while. It was just a phase—a really, really long phase. He hadn’t met a girl—yet—that turned him on.

But, god forgive him, he’d encountered literally dozens of guys that did.

He noticed Mike was heading there and tagged along with him. Upon getting changed rather nervously, surrounded by lots of beefy boys he told Mike of his encounter. " Don't sweat it, he was a small kid once" Mike laughed.

A young naked guy was walking toward him. He was holding a towel and using it to scrub his head, probably drying his hair from the showers. he did not even try to cover himself up, but then why would he? The naked guy walking with measured steps directly toward Joey was the biggest, the most muscular, the most beautiful specimen of male flesh that Joey had ever seen.

His body was a marvel of perfectly—and incredibly—developed brawn. His skin was still slick and shiny from the showers, making him look a bit like he was made of liquid copper. Muscle, tons and tons of muscle, bulged from every inch of his colossal frame. Was he nearly 7 feet tall? His massive shoulders filled the hallway. The huge giant cast his gaze around him, tossing the towel over one immense shoulder and then hiking his thumb over the other one. The ball of his biceps bulged enormously, and half of his colossal chest spread and lifted, making evident the fibres and cables of muscle beneath his tanned skin.

As huge as he was, and as powerful as he looked, Joey's eyes were still drawn to the immense tube of flesh swinging ponderously between his ridiculously bulging thighs. “Hung like a horse” sprang to Joey's head. His giant hairy balls wobbled as he walked. He made his way to his assigned locker, 018, the same as his age. He chuckled. Joey then made his way to the communal showers which thankfully, weren't full. He twisted the dial under the head and waited for the water to heat, standing in the centre of the showers. There were no doors or curtains covering up the shower room. The hot water was already doing wonders for him.