Jumbo Jeff

My name’s Jeff. But you can call me Jumbo Jeff. They all do here at Jeff’s Gym, and you’ll soon see why if you spend a bit of time watching me work out, and seeing the kind of respect that I get.

Let me start by saying that there is nothing more important to me than the work I do here. My reward comes when I see another guy walk out of here looking pumped or when a crowd gathers round just to see what I can press.

Now, you’re probably wondering about this Jumbo Jeff business. I tell you again, just take a look. Though I say it myself, I know FOR A FACT that I have the most highly defined pectorals for at least a mile radius. Testament to this is the number of guys that come up to me every day just to touch ‘em. Don’t even get me started on my glutes! I’ll be in the shower after a hard session and turn around to find a whole load of guys just staring at my butt. These aren’t small guys neither; I’ve seen what they can press. I tell you, there can be no higher praise than that.

But it’s not all about Jeff. No. I get the most satisfaction from getting down to business with the guys in the gym. I spot as many guys as I can and they spot me, though they can’t hope to keep up! After I’ve pushed them to the limit and got them sweating real hard I ease up the pressure and let them watch me go at it for a while. Sometimes they’ll be about ten guys around the bench just wanting to see what Jeff can do. So many of them ask to “feel the goodsEthat pride often gets the better of me. I’ll often be trying to concentrate on my bench presses with a couple of guys all over my quads. I ain’t mad though, it makes me feel good. It’s my gym after all, that’s the reason they come here!

One thing that I can’t stand though is any funny business, if you see what I mean. Let me give you an example from only last week. Now I’m having a great day in the gym. I’ve spotted about 10 guys and then they all watch me pressing. Then its back to the showers where as usual I put on a little “glute showEfor the guys. I can make them move independently, which looks kinda cool when they’re all soaped up. So anyway, it’s been a normal day and I’m just checking myself out, doing a few poses in the mirror before heading home. The next thing I know one of the guys (this big fella called Jerome) comes up behind me, smacks me on the butt and asks me out for dinner.

NOW WHAT THE HELL BROUGHT THAT ON!!??

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