The warning bell rings. I am running a bit late to my second class in the morning and my alter boy friend is in back of me with his latest girl, yelling at me to wait up. We have the next class together.
“How is that six pack going?” He asked.
What six pack?
He laughs and hits my shoulder. Check it.
He stopped and lifted up his shirt to show off his flexed abs.
They look like shark fins, laid out in perfect symmetry.
Holy Fuck.
He is looking right at me smiling, noticing my approval but shock.
His girl pushes him and puts her hands on them to feel. She is looking at me in a way that teases me and him at the same time, her hands getting to feel.
His shirt dropped and he kisses her as she put herself in front of him.
Fuck. How the hell am I supposed to concentrate in class after seeing that?
About a month later we are in our first period class together.
He sits right by me. A girl in class is talking a bunch of shit, we are supposed to be working on our projects.
He looks over at me and says he is tired and sore.
Really? What from?
The season and he brags he did a ton of sit-ups last night. He told me that he was killing it.
Dude, let me see. Show me your abs. He gives me a look and says, “Right here in class?”
I smiled knowing he wouldn’t. I liked asking. But he looked down and I saw him reach for the bottom of his white T-Shirt.
I could see him start to contract his muscles so I knew he was flexing to show.
At this point several other classmates started to pay attention as he was lifting his shirt.
“Dude that is just incredible. I don’t know how they look like that.”
I didn’t know what else to say and everyone laughed it off. He looked back at me, his eyes sparkled, and he smiled. It was a look of satisfaction.
Maybe for being recognized for the work he put in, getting some attention, and he got a rush showing off. He was incredible, he had no idea what it made me feel. Or did he?
It made me feel amazing that I asked and he showed.
Fuck, he even got that girl to shut up.
“How is that six pack going?” He asked.
What six pack?
He laughs and hits my shoulder. Check it.
He stopped and lifted up his shirt to show off his flexed abs.
They look like shark fins, laid out in perfect symmetry.
Holy Fuck.
He is looking right at me smiling, noticing my approval but shock.
His girl pushes him and puts her hands on them to feel. She is looking at me in a way that teases me and him at the same time, her hands getting to feel.
His shirt dropped and he kisses her as she put herself in front of him.
Fuck. How the hell am I supposed to concentrate in class after seeing that?
About a month later we are in our first period class together.
He sits right by me. A girl in class is talking a bunch of shit, we are supposed to be working on our projects.
He looks over at me and says he is tired and sore.
Really? What from?
The season and he brags he did a ton of sit-ups last night. He told me that he was killing it.
Dude, let me see. Show me your abs. He gives me a look and says, “Right here in class?”
I smiled knowing he wouldn’t. I liked asking. But he looked down and I saw him reach for the bottom of his white T-Shirt.
I could see him start to contract his muscles so I knew he was flexing to show.
At this point several other classmates started to pay attention as he was lifting his shirt.
“Dude that is just incredible. I don’t know how they look like that.”
I didn’t know what else to say and everyone laughed it off. He looked back at me, his eyes sparkled, and he smiled. It was a look of satisfaction.
Maybe for being recognized for the work he put in, getting some attention, and he got a rush showing off. He was incredible, he had no idea what it made me feel. Or did he?
It made me feel amazing that I asked and he showed.
Fuck, he even got that girl to shut up.