He felt out of place at the festival. Just a bunch of bros and sorority girls. But his friend dragge
He felt out of place at the festival. Just a bunch of bros and sorority girls. But his friend dragged him there, telling him the change of scene would do them good. The beating sun wasn’t though. It was making him dizzy and sweating like crazy. Whenever he asked for water his friend just kept handing him one beer after another that he was desperate enough to drink. They were oddly tasting more satisfying after very cup and just added to his intensifying daze. He couldn’t help eyeing the shirtless bros around the field. They were so pumped and had such sexy swagger, even their stupid laughs seemed appealing. He couldn’t help but grope his arm a little wishing there was a little more there. His friend joked how much he craved to jock out, with a cocky look he never noticed before, and he could only smirk back in a way that seemed so unlike him but felt so good and made his head spin. Before he knew it his friend was somehow shirtless, seeming leaner then he ever was before and telling him he should also peel off his top so his growing body could breath, which confused him at first but felt right as he realized his chest and arms were starting to strain his T-shirt. It felt good to be free of it, like his body now had space to expand while his head felt so hot and dizzy with excitement it was hard to stand. Thankfully his bud suggested they lay down with their beers and he gave his body a full stretch, feeling each muscle pop and flex into place. He could chill like this all day, letting the crowd see his perfectly built bod and well packed shorts while he had the perfect view of his bros broad hard chest and perfect abs leading down to the tempting bulge below. Couldn’t wait to get him alone after this. His friend was right, he really needed a change in scene. -- source link