As the sparks flew, Bjorn felt the burning on his hands. The sparks had set the hair on his massive arms on fire again. As he patted it out with his palm, he wondered if he would ever get used to the smell of the sulfur. Welding was what he did best these days.

Once, he had been Poland's greatest power lifter. Now, at thirty, he is told by his trainers he is too old. "Lifting is for the young," they said to him. He had been told that in other countries the lifters were much older and still active in the sport. Now, he was saving his money to go to the United States. There, he knew he would be welcomed back to the sport he loved more than life its self.

Finishing his work, he walked slowly back to the changing room. As he entered the locker area, he noticed a friendly face. About the same size as he, the young man was stripping off his greasy work clothes, revealing a broad chest full of blond hair. Bjorn knew he shouldn't stare, but he could not help himself. As the young man stripped, Bjorn noticed a scar just below the right knee. "That's a nasty looking scar you have there," he said.

"Yes," acknowledged the young man. "The ligaments were removed from my right leg. Cancer, they told me. Either the ligaments went, or I would lose the leg altogether. Now, I'm only fit for foundry work. It's been rough to sit and watch my muscles turn to fat, but there can be no more lifting for me!"

Bjorn began getting a hard on. He couldn't help it. This stud was turning him on just sitting there on the bench stroking his inner leg. Bjorn had seen this one in action before so knew it was safe. He walked by and let his towel slip away The guy could not help but see Bjorn's hot and ready cock and did what Bjorn expected. He grabbed it and swallowed it to the hilt. Fucking that pretty face, Bjorn felt himself getting closer and closer. His head reeled. Waves of pleasure rippled through his massive frame. He came...lights flashed.....

With a start, Bjorn woke up from a wet dream, his hard cock still pumping cum inside his closed fly. The lights turned out to be the flash of "Fasten Seat Belt" signs in the aircraft flying from Warsaw to Chicago. He had slept through most of the long flight. The steward was moving toward along the aisle, his direct gaze into Bjorn's eyes a warm reminder of the hot moments the two had spent together in a quick visit to the john shortly after take-off from Warsaw.

The handsome steward leaned over, his soft dick pressed against Bjorn's arm while passing him a card. "This is my number here in Chicago," the steward said confidentially. "Don't forget to call when you get settled in."

"I will do that," Bjorn said, letting his elbow brush against the steward's crotch as he lifted his arm to tuck the card into his shirt pocket.

Later, walking out of the terminal with his carry-on bag, Bjorn spotted the limo waiting to take him to a friend's home outside the city. Having been in Chicago for a meet a few years back, he knew several weightlifters here so he wasn't coming into town cold. One, in particular, had caught his fancy. Since then, they had written back and forth. When the limo pulled up in front of the house, he remembered making love on the lawn at two in the morning when he was last here. The thought was enough to stir his groin, and he could feel things growing. Adjusting himself so it wouldn't show, he got out quickly when the front door opened.

"It's about time you got here, ya big ape!" came the voice from the stairs. Bjorn looked up to see Stan moving toward him with outstretched arms. He dropped his bags and sprang forward. The two men hugged.

Stan was a big man standing well over six feet tall and weighing in at 345 pounds, a welcome sight to Bjorn's eyes after the long trip.

"If your American planes were faster, I would have been here sooner!" was his retort as they clung together laughing.

Inside the house, they carried the bags upstairs to the room Stan had set aside for Bjorn.

"Get unpacked and meet me by the pool," Stan suggested as he left the room.

Quickly unloading his things into a closet and a drawer, Bjorn changed into a pair of sweat shorts and headed for the pool where Stan already lay stretched beside the pool, looking like a beached whale with his dick half hard. Removing his shorts, Bjorn slid into the water. It felt cool against his balls flopping in the water.

Stan opened his eyes in time to see Bjorn's hand reaching for his cock. "Don't start anything you can't finish, Bjorn!" His voice was hoarse with lust.

"Oh, I never would," came Bjorn's mocking reply as he engulfed Stan's cock with his mouth and slowly tongued the shaft. Running his hands up and over the other man's belly, he tweaked Stan's nipples until they stood up firm. Licking his way up, he nibbled the hair around each nipple in turn until Stan's moans of pleasure echoed across the pool.

Reaching over to shove a large, inflated float into the water, Stan rolled on to it and pulled Bjorn up beside him in the 69 position. Kissing and fondling as the mattress drifted to the center of the pool, their passion overtook them till the float bottomed up and they fell off thrashing and laughing and struggling to get to the other side. Halfway out of the pool, Stan's naked ass stuck up in the air, too tempting for Bjorn to resist - a broad beam of male flesh exposed to the air.

"You gonna fuck me or not?" Stan bellowed over his shoulder.

Galvanized into action by that bold invitation, Bjorn sprang up out of the water and mounted the waiting cheeks, driving with long, slow strokes into Stan's tight asshole until it lay buried deep in the furnace of Stan's behind. Almost instantly, Bjorn felt the juices in his balls rising to a climax. They set him to drilling like a piston. Drowning out Stan's ecstatic whoops of delight were his own shouts of ecstasy when he pulled out and shot a firehose of cum over Stan's back to form a large puddle on the decking beyond. Afterward, they slipped back into the water and lazily drifted around, spent from the efforts of live.

The Chicago gym was much smaller than Bjorn had expected. It was 6:00 A.M., and already there were men working out with the weights. The small room seemed to swallow him whole, and he wasn't the biggest man there by a long shot. Across from where he stood was the biggest man he had ever seen, all of seven feet tall and, just guessing, his weight being around 450 pounds! Bjorn could not help but stare.

"Like that, huh?" he heard a voice say. He turned to see a small man looking up at him, who couldn't have been more then three feet tall.

"His name is Boris," the little man informed him. "He just arrived from Berlin Oh...by the way...my name is Phil, and this is my gay gym. I am an ex-power lifter. In my younger days, before my legs gave out, I worked the circuit with Ringling Brothers. I was billed as the strongest midget in the world. Now I teach these giants to behave and not make the same mistakes I did".

Bjorn accepted the little man's hand and shook it gently. He could tell by strong grip the midget was telling the truth. He had the hands and arms of a lifter. His legs, on the other hand, were bent and he wore braces to walk.

"Stan told me you were coming to work out at my place. He also told me you have a mean piece of meat between those thighs."

When Bjorn blushed, the little man walked away smiling, leaving Bjorn to marvel at the though of working out in a gym where he didn't have to hide his desires.

This is going to be strange, he thought.

Having been away from the weights for six months - and knowing that it showed - he started slowly, sensing Phil's watchful, penetrating eyes from another part of the gym as he pumped up his untoned muscles with a few exercises and glanced around, getting used to the place.

Near four o'clock, he headed for the showers. Along the long hall, he noticed a steam room sign he hadn't seen when he came in. He was glad he spotted it now. Pushing open the door, he met with a rush of hot steam assailing his nostrils. Thrilled, he took a deep, scalding breath of it and let it work its magic, flooding his lungs and opening his glands for a cleansing sweat. He stretched out naked on a bench and closed his eyes. He heard the door open, and then a voice said: "Hello, again. I see you've found your way to my favorite place". Opening his eyes, he saw it was Phil wearing nothing but a towel, his furry little body already glistening with sweat.

"Mine, too," Bjorn agreed. "I love a good steam after a workout" "You haven't finished your workout, yet, my gigantic young friend!" said Phil, whipping off his towel to show off a hard piece of work quire a bit bigger than his height suggested. Wearing nothing but a sly grin, Phil clambered aboard Bjorn's prostrate form and ecstatically rubbed his stone-hard dick along Bjorn's belly. Bjorn could hear Phil breathing harder as he pushed upward and shoved cock between Bjorn's hairy tits, pushing them together with his strong, lifter's hands. Each stroke drove the throbbing cock closer to Bjorn's lips which were parted and ready to welcome it in, but it suddenly exploded with hot spurts of cum that gushed over Bjorn's face, even into his eyes. Still without a word, as Bjorn wiped his eyes clear with the edge of his towel, Phil wriggled back down the big man's body and impaled himself on Bjorn's male mast. His puckered asshole pulled it in till it fit like a glove. Hot and sweaty, his anus jerked on Bjorn's dick while he balanced himself on his hands until Bjorn lost control and arched up against him and squirted a huge load deep inside Phil's that left Phil gasping in the steam-filled air until he rolled off and lay panting on the floor.

Regaining their senses some minutes later, the two men headed for the showers where they scrubbed each other lovingly with soap and gradually came back down to earth. As they dressed, they chatted about the coming meet. Bjorn expressed some doubt about getting into shape.

"Hell, you'll be ready, young man," Phil said in honest appraisal. confidently. I saw you lift in Poland. I know what you can do. Bulk up. Go home and eat lots of good food. You can do it, man!" Giving Bjorn a manly pat on the butt, Phil finished dressing and went out to the gym, but his words of encouragement lingered in Bjorn's mind even after Phil had left him behind.

(CONTINUED)