He looked up from his notes already looking better and we had barely started. “Got it. Cute smile, b
He looked up from his notes already looking better and we had barely started. “Got it. Cute smile, blue eyes, nice wavy hair… what else does it take to be a jock?” I smirked. The nerd doesn’t even notice it yet. “Not a cute smile, dude- a smirk. A jock has to have a cocky smirk.” As he scribbled down the note I could see his smile twist from an innocent one into a confident grin.“Then a jock has to have muscle, but you know that don’t you? A jock needs pecs, and meaty hard thighs, cut abs, bolder shoulders, wide flaring back, and can’t forget the arms- jocks love to flex their arms.” Each bullet he added to the notebook, his skinny body grew, hard gym built mass swelling under his tshirt untill it was struggling to contain his new hard tone body.“Haha yeah I knew that, muscle” he absentmindly gripped his new bicep and flexed, the peak shredding his sleeves “Yeah love it….” he innocently flexed a pec into one hand. “What else?”“You should know man. A jock is cocky and dumb dude. He doesn’t have time for school work or books. All he want to do is lift and get swoll. Plus a jock has a monster cock and has no time for thinking, just fucking and lifting ”He stopped taking notes mid line, the pen slowly falling out of his hand as he let out a slow deepening groan and his body tensed, shirt finally shredding in the process, and the outline of a massive cock ran down the side of his leg. When he looked up at me his eyes were empty but hungry.“Don’t gotta tell me what a jock is” he rain a hand down his hard abs and attempted to adjust his bulge “You’re lookin at one dude. So what we’re we doin? We gonna lift or fuck?”“If you’re a jock you know the answer is both”“Right. Then fucking is first” and just like that he eagerly lunged at me. -- source link