"Excuse me," I yelled at the wall of brawn. He turned. His face was perfectly handsome ­ rugged -- each feature perfectly defined ­ the essence of masculinity.

"Yes," it was that voice again. No, not the same voice, but undoubtedly the same effect. First the smell and now the voice. I was having a rough time concentrating on asking the question that I wanted to ask.

"I…was looking…"

"I could tell," he said. My knees were actually getting weak.

"No, I meant…" My cock was rock hard and I was actually starting to shake because of how I felt. Suddenly, it stopped.

"Sorry," he said. His voice had changed ­ it had lost the sexual edge to it.

"It's just that…" "I know. I gotta be careful. I wasn't thinking. I thought I was close enough to the gym that I wouldn't catch anyone in my wake."

"That's one hell of a wake."

He laughed. "It can be a little intense. My name is Don. You trying to find Transmorph?"

"If this is the kind of results, I can expect, lead on."

"It gets better."

"I can't wait. I'm Gil."

"Prepare yourself to be amazed."

"I already am."

I followed Don down the street feeling like a kid trailing after his very, very big brother. He cut down a side alley. I could hear the unmistakable clank of weights being lifted and dropped and again that amazing smell. It stopped me dead in my tracks. Don turned.

"You'd better get used to it if you're going to workout here. I promise that soon you won't even notice it."

"How can I get used to it when it has such a powerful effect?" I pointed to the obvious erection in my gym shorts.

"That's not going to be a problem either. Let's get you started." •