After we grab a bite, however, we once again pass in front of the gym where we had found Ross. Since we were lucky the first time, why not to try and see if we can find more recruits?
It's pretty late in the day, and not many people are working out... so when the four of us come inside and start showing off, it is pretty easy for us to attract some attention; especially Uncle Max, who is now even bigger and more muscled than he has been before. He begins bench pressing insane weights, and soon a small group of men is swarming around him, expressing admiration and being affected by his manly sweat and his bear-omones. Me and Ross exchange a knowing glance while licking our lips as we see that all the men around us are sporting obvious bulges.
After a while we announce our departure, and ask who'd like to come with us at our cabin for some booze. In the end, two volunteers climb inside my van and other two in Unc's pick-up truck.
When we arrive at the cabin, we examine our preys a bit more thoroughly: the oldest one, Al, is probably as old as Uncle Max, with a round face, a bald head, a nice salt and pepper beard and a big firm belly. The youngest is called Kevin and is in his early twenties, with messy blond hair, ears pierced with diamond studs and a lean, wiry body. There's also Mike, a thirty-something black man with close cropped hair, big lips and a stocky fireplug physique and Donald, a guy in his late twenties/early thirties with a pretty average and skinny body but with a ruggedly handsome face, his chin and cheeks covered in sexy black stubble and a pair of magnetic green eyes. They all seem a bit nervous, but they are also clearly aroused: whatever their sexual orientation was before meeting us, it was pretty clear that they all lusted for us now.
"So, Unc?" I ask Max, whispering in his ear. "Who should we start with?"