Date: Thu, 24 Apr 2014 17:34:53 -0400
From: Sweaty Abs
Subject: Eugene the Nerd 3

THIS STORY IS PURELY BULLSHIT FICTION, EVEN MORE POTENTIALLY OFFENSIVE,
SOME MAY FIND IT HOMOEROTIC. IT IS INTENDED ONLY FOR MATURE, OPEN MINDED
READERS

The Life and Hard Times of Eugene the Nerd, Part 3: Sizing Up The
competition

Eugene, the same nerdy young man who would feign a belly ache to get out
of playing in a shirts vs skins basketball game for the fear of being seen
shirtless in his wimpy days, suddenly developed a love for gym class. He
had morphed his scrawny weak body into the body of an athlete. Because he
had avoided participating in any competitive sports growing up, he lacked
the skills developed over the years growing up to be very good in sports
like basketball, and because he had shot up so quickly from being just over
5 feet tall to now being six feet tall in just the last few months, his
physical coordination these days was lacking. He also was not naturally
gifted with athletic talent, but despite that he now yearned to be an
athlete.

His body was now raging with an abundance of testosterone, and that plus
his daily hard workouts had transformed him from being a short skinny soft
pot bellied ectomorph to being more of a filled out lean and muscular
mesomorph. His chest, shoulders, and arms had bulked up significantly.
Physically, he now looked like and was treated like a formidable athlete.
When teams were picked in gym class, Eugene was now, for the first time of
his life, on the radar. He was often now one of the early picks rather than
the last pick that neither team wanted.

Eugene loved being a desired athlete, but he knew that would quickly
change if he failed to be a large contributor to any team he was on. He
realized it was not enough to just look like a jock, he had to be a jock.
He learned very quickly that being a hard nosed, gritty, physically tough
hard player could make up for those athletic skills he lacked. He quickly
learned to be a team player, fearless, always willing to physically lay his
body on the line for the team. Playing smash mouth was easy to learn, and
he found that he loved the physical contact. His testosterone was raging,
and he loved, no he LUSTED for taking chances and putting his body on the
line physically, in fact just thinking about it gave him a raging hardon,
just like he got when he put his abs through merciless sets of weighted
crunches. He felt unexplainably exhilarated and he actually became highly
sexually aroused during tough physical competition and combat.

For Eugene, his urge to compete athletically was becoming blurred with his
youthful sexual urges. He couldn't get enough of either one. Physical pain
was now becoming associated with sexual, sensual pleasure. Privately, his
most blissfully intense orgasms were when he exerted himself to the point
of pain or when he actually inflicted his body with pain, for example by
pinching his tender nipples or punching his flexed abs hard with his fist
before and as he came.


Still a virgin other than to his own right hand, Eugene was now at the age
that he thought about sex 24/7/365. He loved going shirtless and showing
off his new body. He loved that he was often stared at and being treated
like a sex object. It was now common for girls his age and older to flirt
with him, to teasingly grope his butt, and to lean into him so they could
feel up and often times grind their body against his large 'package' and
yet they would try to make it seem to have been an accident, unintentional.
He knew that he had never been "accidentally" bumped into and rubbed up
against at any other time in his life.

Eugene quickly learned that he could easily have his pick out of the many
MILF cougars that obviously prowled the school. As Eugene the wimpy nerd,
he was totally oblivious to this, but now that he had the body of a jock
AND word had gotten around that he had the cock and balls of a racehorse
stud, many MILF cougars had made it obvious to him that they were
available. "Maybe he should quit school, find himself a hot, rich sugar
momma and become her boytoy," he mused to himself. All he would have to do
is provide his muscled body and big dick and balls to use for her pleasure
whenever and however she wanted it. But Eugene always kept things in
perspective. Unlike so many  other "jocks", he was still every bit as
driven on the academic side of things as he was the physical side. He loved
the experience of being a jock, and he wanted to ride that wave in his life
for as long as it lasted.

Eugene's favorite movie was now "Fight Club". He often fantasized about
actually joining a fight club and duking it out shirtless and dripping
sweat with other sweaty muscled jocks, in a room surrounded by a bunch of
muscled studs hungry for combat, the heady stench of sweaty male armpits
and ballsacks filling the room. He loved fantasizing about girls, and he
longed for that right time in his life to have a hot girl to make love to
like any straight male his age does, but he now found himself interested in
guys as well. Not in the way he did about girls, but more like an aspiring
buck male in a herd sizes up the other males, ready go balls out into any
fight, anytime, with any other male buck in the herd in order to gain,
elevate, or defend his male supremacy. Eugene definitely liked looking at
and checking out other males' bodies. He respected other guys who had
bulging biceps and pecs, defined rippled abs, and strong sinewy legs
knowing and appreciating first hand now what it took to get them.

He loved to size other guys up, if they were not shirtless, he stripped
them down in his mind, and the thought of a fight with another shirtless
muscled sweaty stud always chubbed him up. He had learned to accept that
his dick usually boned up hard when he saw another muscled guy, and he had
learned to take measures to try to keep that hidden. Since his own large
dick (and balls) was a shower and much less a grower, he always had a large
bulging package suspended between his legs, and his boners therefore
weren't that much more prominent than the large visible bulge from his
unaroused junk. The main thing he had to worry about was those times when
his dick snaked its mushroom head up his belly and under the waste band of
his shorts and into the open like a submarine's periscope. He knew that
could one day be humiliating around a bunch of guys.The only guys that he
ever thought seemed to have noticed it and stared at it were guys that he
thought were probably gay themselves anyway, and they never pointed it out
to others that were around, but they would often give him a knowing smile
and wink of their eye.

One of those guys was Bradley!  To be continued...