Date: Thu, 7 Sep 2023 11:36:59 -0400
From: Ryan Smith <ryanswim83@gmail.com>
Subject: Swim Jock and Econ Nerd

This is just a semi-autobiographical and about 75% truthful account of an
experience I had in college.  Some names have been changed to protect the
horny.  Comments and questions are always welcome to ryanswim83@gmail.com.
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Hope you enjoy!

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It was getting late and the study group was breaking up.  Wednesday night
had turned into early Thursday morning as the group had reviewed and
re-reviewed a number of concepts that were likely to come up on the
Economics 101 final exam; competition, scarcity, opportunity cost,
inflation and resource allocation to name just a few.  The exam was
scheduled for Friday morning but the group had decided that tonight would
be their final meeting and they'd each study individually going forward.
At this point, it was up to each of them to just review their notes and
commit them to memory in the hopes of recalling them when the time came on
Friday morning.

As the other members said their good-byes, wished each other luck, and
trickled out of the apartment and into the hallway, Ryan sat there staring
at his notes, flipping back and forth between pages.

"Shit, where is it? Didn't we just go over this?" he silently thought to
himself. Why wasn't price determination in his notes?

He looked around to see who was left in his apartment.  His buddy Chris had
just left; the only two people left in his apartment were Sean and Eugene.
Judging from the last couple of hours, Sean was in worse shape than Ryan in
his studying, struggling to understand the basic difference between micro
and macroeconomics.  Eugene on the other hand was hands down the smartest
member of their study group.  He was only a freshman but had aced every pop
quiz and paper that had been assigned to them throughout the semester. Ryan
was a senior and didn't frequently socialize with freshmen but since he was
pulling a C average in the class going into the final exam, he made an
exception and invited the smartest kid in his class to join their study
group.

Both Sean and Eugene were packing their things up when Ryan piped up.

"Hey, Eugene, you gotta second? I'm looking at my notes and can't seem to
find anything about price determination.  You mind sticking around for a
second so I can copy your notes on that?"

Eugene legitimately looked shocked that Ryan was talking to him.  They had
been in the same class all semester but the two had never really directly
spoken before.  Sure, he had gotten an email from Ryan inviting him to this
study group, but that was the extent of their communication.  But being
ignored by Ryan wasn't a surprise.  After all, Ryan was one of the most
popular people on campus.

"Ummmm.  Sure.  I can stick around for a few minutes to let you look at my
notes" Eugene stammered, swallowing the lump in his throat and pushing his
glasses back up onto his face after they had slipped down while he had been
packing his books up.

Sean waved to the both of them as he let himself out of the apartment as
Ryan plopped down next to Eugene on the couch.  Eugene found himself
tilting toward Ryan as the cushion of the couch sank under Ryan's
frame. Unable to correct his position in enough time, Eugene felt his body
tilt and press against Ryan's torso.

A wave of sheer panic mixed with unbridled euphoria swept through Eugene's
body.  Eugene was gay and had a crush on Ryan since first seeing him across
the dining hall during his first week of school.  Eugene was discussing
Dungeons & Dragons with some of the new acquaintances he had met in his
freshman dorm when his attention was grabbed by a male adonis who had just
walked into the dining room.  The man looked to be about 6'1" tall with
short, thick dark hair and brown eyes; a classically handsome face.  He was
wearing shorts and a t-shirt but they did little to conceal the fact that
the man was well-built and muscled, the sleeves of his t-shirt stretching
around his biceps.  Eugene was even more in awe when the mystery man raised
his arm to wave to a friend across the dining room, inadvertently lifting
the hem of his shirt up and letting Eugene get a quick peek at his abs and
defined Apollo's belt, the furrowed V leading down into and past the
waistband of his shorts.

Eugene felt a stirring in his own shorts as he watched the guy cross the
hall and sit down at a table with what appeared to be upperclassmen. Eugene
had known for a while that he was gay.  It was during his freshman year of
high school when he found himself in the locker room after gym class
surrounded by a myriad of guys in various stages of undress that he first
felt that now familiar stirring in his dick.  Subsequent internet searches
of naked men and gay porn confirmed what he suspected; that he was gay
himself and very much attracted to other men.

Being gay wasn't cool at his high school, even more so as he was already
teased for being a "nerd".  Eugene wasn't into sports or cars or
girls...the things that all the popular guys were into.  Instead, he was
focused on his studies, role playing games, and getting his hands on the
latest anime comics coming out of Japan.  His looks didn't help either.
Though he stood a respectable 5'10" with blond hair and blue eyes, he had a
slim and thin frame, pale and slender from the hours he spent inside
reading books instead of chasing a ball up and down a sports field.  Add to
that the pair of glasses he needed to wear to correct his abysmal eyesight
and his very unfortunate name that his parents had given him in honor of
his paternal grandfather, and he was the picture of a stereotypical nerd -
a fact that his high school classmates never seemed to let him forget with
their incessant teasing.

So his time in high school was mainly spent trying to blend into the
background and conceal the fact that he was gay.  After gym class, he would
wait until the other guys had changed and left the locker room before he
changed, or would find an out of the way corner where he could have some
privacy, afraid that his semi-hard cock would betray him and out him as gay
to his fellow students.  He never dated girls (not that any of them in his
high school would have given him the time) but he had had a couple of
experiences with guys that he had discreetly met and fooled around with,
but never had he messed around with anyone as hot as this stud he had just
laid eyes on.

It didn't take long for Eugene to figure out who the mystery man was.  Ryan
Smith, the captain of the swim team, a member of the most popular
fraternity at the university, all with killer good looks and a ton of
charisma that gained him a shitload of friends.  Oh, and the stories of his
skill with the ladies was almost legendary.  If Eugene was the
stereotypical nerd, Ryan was 100% a bonafide stereotypical jock.  Eugene
made a point of finding out when swimming practices were held and marked
the dates and times of every swim meet on his calendar, doing his best
never to miss one while trying to make his attendance as anonymous and
discreet as possible.  If seeing Ryan in a t-shirt and shorts had peeked
Eugene's interest, seeing the object of his fantasies in a speedo was
something else; the skimpy swimwear left little to the imagination.

Eugene was even more excited to see Ryan enter the Economics 101 classroom
on the first day of second semester, his eyes following Ryan across the
classroom as he found and took a seat next to one of his jock friends,
Chris. Eugene couldn't believe his luck that his fantasy man would be
taking the same class as him.  For the whole semester Eugene kept sneaking
peeks and cautious looks at Ryan, lost in daydreams of him and his college
crush, while trying to avoid being detected. Imagine his surprise when he
saw Ryan's email inviting him to join the study group for the final exam.
Which all had led him to this moment, finding himself leaning into Ryan on
the couch of the jock's apartment and feeling the hard muscles and inhaling
the intoxicating scent of the man he had been crushing on since his very
first week of college.

"Oh gosh, I'm sorry, the couch....the cushion sank....I didn't mean to..."
Eugene stumbled over his words trying to explain that the unexpected body
contact was an honest mistake and not of his own doing.  He fumbled to push
himself out of the prone position he found himself in against Ryan and back
to an upright position on the other end of the couch.

Ryan just laughed "No harm, no foul man.  No sweat.  Fuck, with all the
action this couch has seen the fucking springs are shot.  I'm surprised you
didn't fall on the floor".

"God, I'm so sorry, really...listen, just keep my notes, I don't need them,
just keep them until after the exam.  I'm really sorry for being so clumsy,
really.  I'll leave you alone, I'll get out of your place and let you
study" Eugene rambled, still reeling from the combination of thrill and
embarrassment that feeling himself pressed against Ryan's body had brought
him.

"Fuck, no way man.  If I keep your notes, what are you going to use to
study? I know you're smart but c'mon.  Just chill for a couple minutes and
I'll be done.  Relax man." Ryan said in a soothing, deep voice.

As Ryan sat on the couch copying the notes from Eugene's notebook into his
own, he could feel the awkward energy radiating from the nerd seated at the
other end of the couch.  Ryan chuckled silently to himself, fully aware of
why the nerd was acting so jittery. It had become apparent to Ryan after
the first week of class that the nerd had a major crush on him.  Not that
he could blame Eugene; if anything it showed he had good taste.  But Ryan
had felt Eugene's eyes burning a hole into him every time he entered the
economics classroom, every time he walked to his desk, every time he bent
down to pick up his backpack; his staring was incessant.  And once Ryan
recognized Eugene from his class, he began to see him show up at other
places too, like his swim practice.  The nerd always tried to remain as
covert as possible, showing up after practice had begun, leaving before it
ended, sitting alone and as far in the shadows in the bleachers as
possible, but Ryan took note of his presence and felt the eyes watching him
every time he lined up on the block or toweled off after his laps.  There
was no denying that Eugene was into him.

And to be honest, maybe the nerd was kinda cute in his own way.  Sure he
was skinny and pale but his face was cute behind those glasses.  While Ryan
definitely got his fair share of pussy from the legion of adoring girls who
followed him around campus, the attractiveness of the male body wasn't lost
on him either.  Spending as much time with guys in various stages of
undress in locker rooms as Ryan had provided him ample opportunity to
appreciate the male form, and while he was certainly attracted to women and
their soft, supple bodies, he couldn't deny that the hard, defined, and
powerful body on some of his male teammates and competitors were just as
much of a turn on for him.  There had even been a couple of times when Ryan
had engaged in the tradition of college exploration and indulged in fooling
around with guys.  Nothing too serious, really just getting a few discreet
blowjobs and handjobs from a couple of the guys on his swim team who were
gay and proudly out of the closest, and only when he needed to work out
some tension, like before a big swim meet or exam, and one of his female
sycophants weren't readily accessible.

As he continued to jot down notes in his notebook that lay across his lap,
Ryan felt a familiar twitch in his crotch.  He had been stressed out over
the impending Economics exam all week.  He was a biology major and had put
off taking this required class until his very last semester of college.  He
had no interest in economics and it was evident with his C-average showing.
And he had to probably pull at least a B+ on the exam or better to salvage
his GPA.  It was the whole reason he had pulled together this study group
and had made sure to reach out to the smartest kid in his class, Eugene.
But now that he found himself alone in his apartment with the tense and
jumpy nerd, his mind began to formulate another way that Eugene could help
him out.  After all, his roommates had cleared out for the night not
wanting to be around while a bunch of strangers came over to discuss supply
and demand, and he could probably do with some relief to offset the
pressure he felt from studying for his exams.

Glancing up from the notebooks and over to Eugene, the nerd gave him a
goofy grin while pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, waiting
patiently for Ryan to finish with his notebook.  Ryan gave him a quick once
over and quickly came to a conclusion in his head.  He was going to have
some fun tonight.

Finishing the notes, he tossed the notebooks off his lap and onto the
coffee table.  Ryan raised his arms above his head in a long and
exaggerated stretch, just long and deep enough to ensure his abs were
showing as his shirt raised above his bellybutton and that Eugene had had a
moment or two to appreciate the view.

"Fuck man, I'm beat" Ryan exclaimed as he stood up off the couch.  "I
really appreciate you coming to the group tonight, Eugene.  Really
appreciate you sticking around and letting me copy those notes."

"No problem, I just hope they were helpful.  Were you able to read my
handwriting? I have awful handwriting.  I remember in third-grade when they
were teaching us cursive Mrs. Murdoch told me..." Eugene began to ramble
off on a random non-sequitur.

"Woah man, take it easy" Ryan said as he walked over to the still seated
Eugene and put his big hand on his shoulder, feeling the body underneath
him tense with the contact as he gently squeezed. "You are way too wound
up.  You gotta relax.  You of all people shouldn't be too worried about
this stuff.  You got it, you know it.  It's me who has to worry..." Ryan
trailed off.

Feeling almost faint at feeling the strong and reaffirming grip Ryan had
given him on his shoulder, Eugene had to take a moment to recover and
process what Ryan was telling him.

Ryan continued "I'm pulling a C in the class and it's really going to drag
down my GPA if I don't do well enough on the final to bump my average up to
at least a B-.  It's just that economics is not my thing.  It's really
stressing me out"

Eugene had sufficiently recovered to try and assuage Ryan's self-doubts
"What? You'll do fine.  I have no doubt in your abilities to excel on
Friday's examination and propel your grade to a point where you'll be..."

Ryan could only laugh again "Damn, man, I already know you're smart, no
need to prove it with your vocabulary.  Just relax.  I don't bite.  I have
a feeling we could both blow off some steam." the jock said as he walked
over to the small kitchen directly adjacent to the living room.

Coming back into the living room with two beers, Ryan offered one to Eugene
who legitimately looked unsure how to respond.

"Oh fuck man, don't tell me you don't drink.  This is college!" Ryan
teased.  Eugene quickly reached out and accepted the beer.

"No, it's um, I definitely drink, I just don't do it that often, and never
with upper classmen" Eugene mumbled.

"Well consider it your lucky day Eugene.  After all, you're the one helping
me out with your notes so it's the least I can do.  And judging from how
fucking tense you look, a beer is probably exactly what you need to relax
and loosen up, so join me man" Ryan said as he cracked open his beer and
raised it in a cheers motion towards Eugene. The jock plopped down in the
armchair directly across from Eugene, before spreading his legs as wide as
they would go in front of him.

Eugene's eyes grew wide as his eyes darted to Ryan's legs, hoping that the
loose fitting shorts and sitting position Ryan was currently in would allow
him a view up Ryan's strong thighs and help him determine if the swimming
jock was wearing anything under those shorts.

Even with his head tilted back while taking a long sip of his beer, Ryan
saw Eugene's eyes dart and intently focus on his leg.  He knew Eugene was
trying to spot if he was going commando under his shorts and he now knew he
had the nerd exactly where he wanted him; it was going to be a fun night.

The two of them sat there like that for the next half-hour, chatting about
mundane topics, things like the professors each of them had had, the size
of the freshman dorms, the quality of the cafeteria food, and so on.  Ryan
could tell that Eugene was getting a little more comfortable as the two
spoke but there certainly was an air of uneasiness surrounding the nerd. It
was only as they were finishing up their second beer each that Ryan turned
the conversation to something of more interest.

"You get a lot of pussy here on campus, Eugene" he bluntly asked, causing
the nerd to nearly spit up his beer.  "Sorry, don't mean to be rude man,
but I speak from experience that there's nothing better than getting your
nut off to relieve stress.  I highly recommend it if you're not already
doing it, as often as you can get it.  You're too tense"

Eugene wasn't sure how to respond.  How would this macho jock who was a
known playboy around campus with girls respond if Eugene told him the
truth.  How could he tell the man he had been fantasizing over day and
night and had a huge crush on that he was gay.

"No...girls don't really go for guys like me..." Eugene said softly, not
able to tell the truth to the object of his desires.

Ryan decided it was time to take off the kid gloves. He was too horny and
too in need of release to beat around the bush.  Putting his beer down, the
jock leaned forward towards Eugene, putting his elbows on his knees so that
his face was inches from Eugene's face. "Listen man, you don't have to play
coy with me.  I know what you are.  You think I'm just some dumb jock? That
I don't notice the obvious? I see how you look at me when I'm in the room;
I've seen you watching me from the stands at my swim practices. You're not
the first guy I've caught checking me out. You're gay man and you have a
fucking hard on for me" Ryan said plainly.

Ryan could see Eugene visibly tense, a bead or two of sweat break out on
the nerd's forehead, the panic in his eyes as he was called out as gay, as
his secret was exposed by the hottest guy at his college.

Ryan continued "And while I usually prefer the company of a woman, I've
made exceptions man.  I've allowed a guy or two in my time the pleasure
of my company, the honor of showing me a good time.  Fuck, a mouth is a
mouth and a hand is a hand, right?  And seeing as my roommates are out for
the night and I could really use some release before Friday's exam, I think
we can help each other out.  What do you say we go back to my bedroom and
you help me destress and relax? You wanna help a brother out man?"

The power of speech had seemingly temporarily left Eugene, the usually
eloquent and well-spoken nerd now unable to form a simple phrase let alone
utter a single word.  Was he dreaming? Did Ryan Smith, the captain of the
swim team and the guy he had been lusting over for the better part of a
year just come on to him? To seduce him? Did he hear what Ryan had said
correctly?  Eugene's overloaded psyche couldn't work out if he should leap
up in celebration for possibly having a chance to fool around with the
muscled jock of his dreams or run for the door as this all might be some
cruel joke that was being played at his expense.

"So what do you say, want to show me a good time?" Ryan cooed one more
time, waiting for some indication of a response from the shell-shocked
nerd.  Enough of Eugene's motor skills had returned to allow him to meekly
nod.

"Now that's a good boy" Ryan said with a shit-eating grin, his teeth
perfect and white. "Why don't you follow me back to the bedroom so we can
get you a little more comfortable with the idea.  A little more relaxed so
you're in a better frame of mind to help me relax, sound good?"

In an almost trance-like state, Eugene picked himself off the couch and
followed Ryan as he walked into what he now knew was his bedroom.  Even
though Ryan's shorts were on the looser side, Eugene took note of the
swimmer's toned legs as he confidently strode into his bedroom and flipped
on the light switch.  The room was typical for a college athlete's bedroom;
posters on the wall, an overflowing hamper in one corner, a small set of
barbells and resistance bands in another.  The small room was dominated by
the full bed, a bed that Ryan motioned for Eugene to have a seat on, and
which he did even though he was still in his near catatonic state.

With Eugene seated on his bed, Ryan decided it was time to get down to
business, to get the nerd comfortable enough to be putty in his hands and
willing to allow the jock free reign for the remainder of the night.
Crossing his arms in front of him, Ryan took hold of the bottom hem of his
t-shirt and pulled it off and over his head before tossing it across the
room and onto the hamper.  He followed up with a little flex just to make
sure he looked as good as possible. He smirked as he heard what sounded
like an involuntary but audible gasp escape from Eugene's lips.  "Gets them
every time" he silently thought to himself.

While Eugene had seen Ryan in just his speedos before at the various swim
meets and practices he attended, never before did he have the opportunity
to appreciate the view of Ryan's body in such a close and intimate way.
And what a view it was.  Beginning with Ryan's slightly mussed hair as a
result of him pulling his own t-shirt over his head, Eugene's eyes raked up
and down the flawless body that was now on full display mere inches from
him.

Ryan had a classically handsome face; strong jaw, aquiline nose, full and
sensuous lips, and deep brown eyes that looked like they belonged on a
puppy dog.  His body was text-book swimmer's; tan, unblemished, long and
lean with just the right amount of muscle to help propel him through the
water.  His broad shoulders led down to his massive triceps. Pulling his
eyes away from Ryan's swollen arms, Eugene's eyes instead focused on the
pair of taut and rock-hard pecs, hairless, each one crowned with a pert
nipple, each one hardened by the cool air washing over them now that the
t-shirt that had been concealing them had been removed.  Moving downward,
the abdominals were well-defined and powerful, casually showing off a
six-pack.  All of this tapering down to his trim waist and furrowed
Apollo's belt disappearing down into his shorts; a hint of red fabric
appearing just above the waistline.

It was almost on instinct that Eugene lifted his hand and reached out
towards Ryan's body. Like a baby reaching for a piece of candy.  Whatever
impulse control the nerd had, had been replaced with his desire to feel the
jock's muscled and defined torso.

Ryan smiled. "It's okay bud.  Don't be afraid to touch."

Getting the go-ahead from the stud jock, Eugene's hand came to rest across
the rippling abs.  The feeling of warm flesh and hard muscle against his
hand caused sparks to fire across his brain and down to his crotch.  Now
using both of his hands, Eugene began to rub them up and down Ryan's
obliques, his eyes glazed over with lust as Ryan smiled down at the seated
nerd who was quickly become hypnotized by his swimmer's body.

As Eugene's hands traveled up towards his pecs, Ryan gave another flex, the
hardening muscles under the nerd's hands causing the seated boy to shudder
with desire.

"You like my body, don't you Eugene?  Like feeling and touching my muscles,
huh? Each one perfected and honed over years spent in the gym and pool.  I
bet you wish you could have a body like mine, wish you could get the
physique that every guys wishes they had and every girl wants...well I
guess in your case you want it too" Ryan softly chuckled, amusing himself
with the little quip he had directed at Eugene.

"I'm a fucking stud, a fucking Adonis, Eugene" Ryan continued as he looked
down at the still seated nerd, their eyes finally connecting, Ryan's
penetrating eyes drilling into the lust filled eyes of Eugene. "I'm worthy
of the respect and attention I get.  Worthy and deserving of worship by
guys like you.  And I've decided to do you a favor tonight, Eugene.  I've
decided that you're worthy of my time and attention.  Worthy of helping me
get off. So you're going to get a rare treat tonight.  You're going to get
to suck off a real man.  You're going to get to suck the cock of a true
jock stud.  And if you do a good job for me tonight, Eugene, you're going
to get to find out how the cum of a real stud tastes when I cum down your
throat.  Does that sound good, Eugene?"

As he was speaking and taunting the nerd, Ryan had lowered his shorts,
letting them drop down around his ankles, leaving him standing there in
nothing but a pair of tight red briefs. The thin fabric sat snugly around
Ryan's trim waist and clung tightly to his taut quad muscles.  But what
truly commanded Eugene's attention was the large and ample bulge that was
clearly present, doing little to conceal the fact that the swimmer jock was
packing.

Ryan paused, letting Eugene drink in the sight of his body and physique.
Ryan thought it best to give Eugene a moment or two to take in what he was
seeing before really blowing his mind.  He took hold of his bulge through
the fabric with one of his hands and adjusted it in it's pouch, both to
provide him with a little bit of additional comfort as well as to equally
demonstrate his size to the nerd, there was no optical illusions here, he
was hung.

Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, Ryan paused.  He
waited a moment...and then another moment.  Relishing in making the nerd
wait in anticipation before showing him his goods.  He could almost feel
the room vibrating in time with the elevated pounding of Eugene's heart.
Ryan hoped he wasn't going to give the poor nerd a heart attack.

"You wanna see my dick, Eugene?" No response.  Lowering the waistband just
the slightest bit, Ryan asked the question again, this time a little
louder, with a little force behind it and an edge to his voice; he wasn't
messing around.

You wanna see my dick, nerd?" he repeated.

It was the first time he had called Eugene a nerd directly to his face and
it gave him a thrill.  The moment wasn't lost on Ryan.  From time to time,
when it was late at night and he was horny and alone, Ryan would look at
gay erotic fiction and porn online.  His tastes were varied but his
favorite scenario, the one he would search for on the websites again and
again was the stereotypical but still very hot "Jock & Nerd Gay Sex".  The
cliche was an old one but it never failed to excite Ryan.  Seeing the
football team's quarterback fuck the bespectacled nerd in the locker room,
or the baseball team's 3rd baseman getting his dick sucked by a nerd under
his desk during class always excited him.  Those and a hundred other
scenarios of a jock having their fun with a nerd never failed to induce a
massive orgasm out of Ryan.  And to think, he was now going to get to live
out his own fantasy of dominating a nerd for his sexual pleasure.

As soon as the question came out of Ryan's mouth, he noticed a slight
change in Eugene.  With a few blinks of his eyes, it almost seemed like the
nerd came out of his dick induced coma, the glazed over eyes and vapid look
he had had on his face since Ryan had first come on to him back in the
living room now replaced with something different.  Lust? Desire? Whatever
it was, Ryan couldn't quite place it, all he knew was that a very sudden
and immediate change had come over Eugene.

Lifting his head to look the standing jock in the face, Eugene stated very
clearly and calmly "Show me your dick."

Ryan smirked.  "You'll have to do better than that.  I want you to beg to
see my dick, nerd.  I want you to beg me to give you the honor of servicing
a real man, of letting you see what a real man looks like, of letting you
suck the cock of your jock superior." Ryan could almost swear he took the
lines directly from one of his favorite porn scenes.

With an almost stoic look on his face, and looking Ryan directly in his
eyes, Eugene just simply repeated "Show me your dick".

For a second, actually more like a split second, Ryan thought it was
strange that this nerd seated before him wasn't more submissive, wasn't
already on his knees begging for a look at the cock he had probably been
fantasizing over for weeks, maybe even months.  But no sooner had the
thought entered Ryan's head did it just as quickly exit.  Sure it would be
great if Eugene acted the same way as the cliche nerds did in the scenes
and stories Ryan enjoyed so much, but who was he kidding?  Ryan conjectured
that Eugene was probably a virgin, to both men and women, and overwhelmed
by all that was happening.  As long as Ryan got to live out his fantasy
however Eugene chose to act was okay by him.  With one smooth and fluid
movement, Ryan lowered his briefs and stepped out of them, fully naked in
front of the still fully clothed Eugene.

Ryan liked to call this his "hero pose", the pose he would take the first
time a partner had the privilege of seeing him fully nude, with everything
on display.  Flexing just enough for his muscles to be taut and defined, he
would jutt his pelvis out just enough so his cock and balls stood out from
the rest of his body, the boys proudly on display.  And what a display it
was.  Ryan kept his dark pubes neat and trim, just a small patch of them
above his cock, the rest of him smooth; almost second nature to him with
being a swimmer.  A pronounced and stark tan line existed, evident that the
time Ryan spent out in the sun wearing his speedo had kept his pelvic
region pale and protected from the sun's rays that had turned the rest of
his body a golden and attractive brown.  But all of that paled in
comparison to the cock Ryan was carrying around.  Flaccid, as he was now,
he had measured himself at 5.5".  When fully erect, his cut cock clocked in
around 7.25", even a little bigger when he was really worked up.  Resting
atop a pair of smooth and tight balls, his cock was a sight to behold.  He
puffed out his chest and waited to hear the exclamations over his size and
virility flow forth from Eugene's lips, waited for the praise and adulation
over his girth and length, waited to hear the pleading and begging for the
honor just to touch his penis, much less the privilege for Eugene to take
it in his mouth and perform fellatio.

But all the jock heard was silence.

Hope you enjoyed the first installment.  Sorry for the cliffhanger but I
wanted to get something out for folks to read and react to.  Did you love
it and want to see a second action-packed chapter? Did you hate it and are
upset you wasted 15 minutes of your life reading this story?

Write me at ryanswim83@gmail.com and let me know.  I'd love to hear what
you think and what you'd like to see.