Posted Wed Dec 30, 2015 | 296 Words | Tagged story jock

He hated his room mate so much. Always prancing around in just his underwear showing off how much he worked on his body. True I enjoyed it, but it was a bit distracting when I had literally stacks of engineering coursework to finish. I was a little jealous of him, all he had to do is work on his body, show it off and play some sports while I seemed to just have to spend every waking moment on this work.

He walked into the communal bathroom. Another thing he hated about his halls was the fact he had to share washing facilities. He heard his room mate in the shower, he seemed to make an effort to show people. He did notice the room mate’s underwear was well out from the shower and just almost in the middle of the floor.

He had a bit of a dirty idea. He went into the other shower cubicle, thankfully it was empty. He stripped down and put it on. He just wanted for a moment to feel as good as his room mate did. Something clicked in his mind and he felt a pain as it suddenly became hard to think. What was he doing? Getting ready for something? He thought he’d better have a look.

When he got out and looked in the mirror, he saw his muscles pumped up. Fucking yeah these muscles felt great. Didn’t he have some nerdy work to do? He heard the other cubicle unlock and his nerdy room mate came out and rushed off. He didn’t seem happy, never did. Fuck wasn’t that me? Errrrr… I think it was, but fuck it’s hard to think.

Gym. That was it, that’s what I was doing. Gotta keep these muscles in shape.