You wander around the park for awhile. It seems like there's no end to the delights and attractions, but what you're looking for is something physical, something
that will test your strength, your agility. You've spent years honing your body with gymnastics, swimming, football, and weightlifting. You're at the peak of your
physical strength and it shows in the rippling muscles all over your body.
Finally you spy something that catches your interest. "Jungle Gym! Come on in and go bananas!" reads the sign over by the entrance. You chuckle to yourself as
you head over to it. It's been years since you played around on a jungle gym since you were a kid. This could be a lot of fun.
As you walk inside a very burly man eating a banana stops you. He's several inches taller than you, and the way he fills out his uniform it's clear his body is as thick
and solid as linebacker's. You're not able to see his face too well in the dim light, but you see that his hair and beard are a midnight black. He stares at you for a
moment then chuckles. "Hmmmm, another minute and you'd have just missed the fun," he says in a low, rumbling voice. "And that would have been too bad. We're
in need of your type." You start to ask him what he means by that but he keeps talking. "You'll enter the locker room here and strip off." He sees your look of
surprise and continues, "Regulations, pal. Guys in there get...pretty active. You know, get into swinging around on the equipment and stuff. Clothes just get in the
way. If you're too modest, there's plenty of other places you can go." He finishes his banana and tosses the skin into a nearby trash can, then leans back next to the
door and watches you.
Shrugging you head on into the locker room. You've never been embarrassed about your body and anyway, it's just other guys you'll be exercising with. You peel
off your duds and hang them up, close the locker and hand the key to the guard. You see him look you over again. "Mmmm, yeah, you'll make a good one." he
says to himself, chuckling.
You exit out the opposite end of the locker room and into the Jungle Gym proper. The night air is warm and it feels wonderful against your bare skin. It looks like
you've entered a jungle clearing. Surrounding you on all sides are trees, vines, and bushes that look like they came straight out of Africa. Exotic bird calls echo
through the area. In the clearing are all kinds of jungle gyms of all sizes. Several trees are also planted around the huge area. From all of them hang tires that look
like they could be used on a mack truck. Vines, ropes, hurdles, anything that can be climbed or swung from is here. There are several other men out here already,
all of them as naked as you are. While there ages range from young guys barely in there 20s to guys who could be almost in their 60s, all of them are having as
much fun as if they were 10 years old again, swinging and climbing all over the place. They also look like they've been working out for at least as many years as
you have.
This is just the thing you've been looking for. You run into the clearing and join in on the fun. Some of the guys are hooting in pleasure and you join in with them.
You lose yourself in the sheer joy of swinging, climbing, jumping, running. In spite of all your exertion you don't find yourself the least bit winded. Every now and
then you wonder about that but you're having so much fun you just push those thoughts out of your mind.
Finally, though, after about a good hour or so of all this you stop, panting, but very happy. Your eyes go wide, though, when you stop to look at yourself and find...