Date: Mon, 12 May 2014 20:43:38 -0400
From: Sweaty Abs
Subject: Eugene the Nerd, Part 4

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

Eugene always wanted to be a "normal" straight sexually. He knew that he
was attracted to girls, no doubt about that, but he was also very
interested in checking out other guys. He always wanted to think of his
interest in other males as just a part of his alpha male competitive drive.
He loved to compete physically with other in shape, athletic males so it
should be natural for him to always be aware of and sizing up other males
since they were his natural adversaries, opponents that could threaten his
male dominance.

He loved looking at other shirtless and naked males, and he liked it even
better when they were pumped up, sweating and musky following workouts and
competitions. Almost as much fun as the sports, working out, and
competition itself was the time spent in the lockerroom and showers
afterwards. He was spending hours a week communing with other jocks,
sharing intimately not just the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat,
but also stories of each other's personal lives and experiences, and each
other's most personal thoughts and feelings. They joked, laughed and at
times cried together. They learned to be there for each other like brothers.

They kept very little hidden from each other physically. They were
constantly seeing, smelling, and  touching each other's bodies naked
bodies. For one naked guy to punch, swat, pinch or grab another naked guy's
body was an everyday occurrence in the locker room and showers. For a naked
guy to suddenly tackle or wrestle another naked guy was just a part of
their playful lockerroom fun and horseplay. To do so and pop a boner was
not even unusual, and just a part of the fun and joking around. The hard
part was to be able to tell when another guy had an interest in anything
more than that. Somewhere there was most often a line, no matter how blurry
it may at times be, that to ever cross that line with the wrong guy would
be a very costly and very often unforgivable mistake.

Bradley, like Eugene, was a late blooming jock. Like Eugene, he had come to
love athletics and sports in his later teens. Like Eugene, he did not play
on any of the official college teams, but he had a passion for working out,
building muscle and becoming fit, and he loved playing intramural sports.
He and Eugene had played both together and against each other in
intramurals. They had gotten to know each other pretty well, and they had
an obvious mutual admiration and respect for each other physically.

Things had started with both stealing fleeting glances of each other that
would easily have been blown off as nothing. Then there were casual
physical touches: hand on the shoulder, hand squeezing a bicep, playful
punch to the gut or twist of a nipple. You can usually sense when you have
gotten close to that line, but with the two of them each look and touch
always led to a longer look, a longer squeeze, a touch to a more private
body part.

Both Eugene and Bradley were no longer afraid to blatantly stare and
visually inspect the other on the playing field, in the gym, and in the
lockerroom and showers, even when they were fully naked. Playful gut
punches and titty twists were now reciprocated with playful ass slaps and
ball grabs. These were very close to the line, but still considered
acceptable in the lockerroom so long as the recipient does not object, and
it happens infrequently.

Eugene knew he had made all the subtle moves that gym etiquette allow. Even
if Bradley never objected, anymore and they might be branded as
sweethearts, another line that he never wanted to cross.

One Friday afternoon, the university's student athletic center was nearly
empty before a long weekend off. All of Eugene's buddies had gone home for
the weekend, so he worked out with weights alone. After a few minutes,
Bradley showed up in the weight room and started working out. They both
were wearing tank tops they had cut out of old tshirts, so they were cut
off short with oversized arm and neck holes that left a lot exposed. They
greeted each other, and with no one else in the room, they stared freely at
each other's sweating bodies.

Eugene went over to the bench press, and set up the bar and weights. After
doing warmup sets, Eugene added weights now close to his max. He took a
seat on the bench and, as he laid back, Bradley came over volunteering to
spot him. Eugene was happy to have the spot. Now he could try for a new
max. He asked Bradley to add the weights, and then Bradley assumed his
spotter's position. Eugene looked up and saw that he had a great view
looking up Bradley's loose shirt to see his hard ripped abs and pecs and
dark nipples. He also had a great view of Bradley's bushy armpits and
biceps. The air was thick with both his and Bradley's armpit musk.

Then, just before he started the bench press, he noticed Bradley had his
legs spread wide, and his loose fitting gym shorts were gaped away from his
legs giving a wide open view of Bradley's package. Since they were alone,
Eugene had no reservation about being seen looking up Bradley's shorts.
What shocked him though was to see Bradley's naked junk dangling freely.
Eugene laughed out and brazenly blurted out, "going commando, are we?"
Bradley, very immodestly in fact flauntingly thrust his hips back and forth
causing his sweaty junk to flop back and forth as he proudly retorted
without any hesitation, "you bet! Like what you see?" As he did, drops of
Bradley's ball sweat were shaken off and falling in Eugene's face.

Eugene big dick instantly hardened and pitched a tall tent in his sweaty
shorts. There was now no doubt that they were both mutually interested
exploring and taking things further. Eugene's baldy response was "I've seen
girls with bigger junk than yours!"

That did it, Bradley's dick which happened to be a grower grew to pitch a
large tent of its own. After Eugene grabbed the bar and pumped out two reps
at a weight more than he had ever done before throwing the bar like it
weighed nothing onto the rack without any need for a spotter, Eugene boldly
reached up Bradley's gaping shorts leg hole and grabbed him by his hairy
ball sack. Bradley, obviously in pain fought not to show it and take it
like a man. He smiled and looked down at Eugene and said, "is that all
you've got? Let's take this to the mats!"

With that, Eugene released Bradley's nutsack, smiled back equally cockily,
and said, "let's do it!" as he hopped up from the bench. They both headed
to an exercise room that had a wall to wall matted floor. Like everywhere
else, they were all alone. They both removed their shirts but kept their
shorts on, and they went at it wrestling.

They both had huge heavy erections flopping around in their shorts, but
Eugene's was being futilely retrained by his jockstrap with was stretched
out so much it might have ripped. Both of them had really no wrestling
experience, so they clumsily wrestled away. What they lacked in experience,
they made up for in muscle strength, endurance, and sheer determination.

Eugene started wrestling honestly and fairly as best he knew how, but
Bradley twice caught him with hard gut punches unexpectedly, hurting him
deep in his gut and knocking the wind out of him both times. Then Bradley
grabbed Eugene by his ballsack and using it to force Eugene down and onto
his back on the floor. Eugene was at Bradley's mercy. Bradley made it
obvious that Eugene had to move the way Bradley wanted him to, or risk a
very serious injury to his testicles. Bradley was holding nothing back from
his crushing and ripping hold on Eugene's poor nutsack. Bradley obviously
could care less whether or not he seriously injured Eugene's delicate
testicles. That obviously being the case, Eugene took a deep breath and
made the decision to man up.

Despite the excruciating pain, he threw Bradley off of him and jumped up
literally dragging Bradley along by his stretched out ballsack. Then,
spying Bradley's temporarily relaxed pooched out belly, he made a fist and
drove it deep into Bradley's soft relaxed gut. Eugene threw the punch
straight into Bradley's soft navel and drove it in deep and up so that his
navel had to be stretched to where it was under his sternum. Bradley's
unprepared abs were soft and offered no protection, and Eugene felt and
heard Bradley's guts sloshing around inside him. Eugene looked up and saw
that Bradley's eyes were wide open and bugging out. There was no doubt that
Eugene had just seriously rung Bradley's bell.

Bradley immediately let go of Eugene's nuts and he fell to the mat in the
fetal position cradling his injured belly. Leaving Bradley no chance to
recover, Eugene looked down and seeing Bradley's exposed junk dangling out
in the open (Bradley was still going commando) he grabbed it and stretched
it up above him until it lifted Bradley up from the floor. Like Bradley,
Eugene had abandoned any and all concern for actually injuring Bradley's
family jewels. But then something really odd happened.

Eugene still had a painful death grip on Bradley's stretched out nads that
appeared ready to rip from his body. Bradley appeared to be flailing
helplessly in extreme pain, yet Eugene realized his hard dick has throbbing
and his hips were thrusting in rhythm with the throbbing of his dick.
Bradley, his balls still in Eugene's hand was ready to cum. Eugene watched
in amazement at the site as gobs of his white stringy cum shot out onto his
battered belly.

Bradley was now was out for the count. He hastily tapped the mat, clearly
ready to give up, totally spent. Yes, he had literally shot his wad, in
fact the remnant of it was still stringing from his dick.

Eugene was so stoked. He looked down at Bradley and admired the defeated
warrior's sculpted muscles. His shorts were twisted around so that all of
Bradley's very nice sized junk was still exposed. Bradley's dick still was
hard as a rock. This is the first time that Eugene had ever seen another
guy's hard dick close up, or anyone's dick, other than his own, this close
up for that matter.  His circumsized dick was chubbed up large and proud
with bulging veins, and it had a big swollen purple mushroom head just like
his own did.  His cock was dripping wet with his sweat, and there was a
string of cum dangling from his pee slit. Eugene was always turned on at
the sight of his own boned up dick, but for the first time he knew he was
turned on up at seeing his buddy's aroused dick.

Eugene wanted badly to play with Bradley's beaten body. He didn't
understand it, but he had greatly enjoyed having his own testicles hurt
mercilessly by Bradley, and then hurting Bradley, and now watching Bradley
suffer, his battered genitals helplessly exposed. He had never before
realized how truly vulnerable his own and other guy's genitals were. A
guy's testicles were such a weakness. In the wrong person's hands, they
could be like kryptonite is to superman. He reached down, grabbed Bradley
with his hands in his armpits, and helped him get to his feet. After that,
even the smell of Bradley's sweaty pit musk on his own hands was a turn on.

Bradley reached down and straightened out his gym shorts so that his junk
was once again modestly covered up. Bradley's dick was also still rock
hard, and they were both hungry for more physical contact, time and
adventures together. They both knew that this was going to be an incredibly
fun weekend. But for now, they just headed back to the lockerroom and the
showers.

The lockerroom was totally empty when they went back. They were back to
playfully rough housing around. Bradley said that he would be free all
weekend. Eugene replied that he was too. Bradley said his parents had a
cabin in a woods not far from campus, and he suggested that they could go
there and have some fun. Neither knew exactly what the fun would be, but
they were both very eager to get out in the country where they could be
alone and find out. They both decided to skip showers as they both
confessed that they were really turned on by each other's sweat and musk.
They headed in out haste for the country and all sorts of possible fun
adventures together.