BARBECUING MEAT
The timid nerd stood awkwardly at the door, glasses fogging up a little from nerves. He couldn’t believe the varsity jock he tutored actually invited him over after passing calculus. “Just a thank you grill session, bro,” the jock had said. But when the door opened, the nerd’s mouth went dry.
The jock was standing there shirtless in nothing but tiny black designer trunks with orange trim. His muscular body was insane — thick pecs, ripped abs, powerful thighs, and that round, tight ass barely covered. He held a plate of raw meat in one gloved hand and tongs in the other, smirking confidently.
“Yo, come in, nerd. Glad you made it.”
The nerd followed him to the balcony grill, eyes glued to the way those glutes flexed with every step. He sat quietly, trying not to stare too obviously, but his cock was already throbbing in his pants. He was sure the jock was straight. No way a guy like this would ever want a skinny virgin nerd like him.
The jock grilled the meat like a pro, back muscles rippling, sweat starting to shine on his skin under the warm lights. Every time he bent over the grill, those skimpy trunks rode up, showing more of his juicy ass. The nerd’s face burned red.
After they ate, the jock wiped his hands and looked straight at him with a cocky grin.
“I saw you staring the whole time, man. You’ve been looking at my body since you got here.”
The nerd panicked. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”
“Relax,” the jock chuckled, stepping closer. “My meat’s yours if you want it. All of it.”
The nerd’s heart almost exploded. The jock pulled him up gently, took his shaking hand and placed it on his hard abs.
“I’ll teach you, virgin boy. Don’t worry.”
He guided the nerd’s hand down into his trunks, wrapping his fingers around the jock’s thick, heavy cock. Then the jock dropped to his knees, pulled the nerd’s pants down and slowly sucked his virgin dick into his warm mouth. The nerd moaned pathetically, legs trembling.
Later, the jock pushed him onto the couch, straddled his lap, and slowly sank down on the nerd’s cock, riding him with deep, rolling movements. Those powerful thighs flexed as he bounced, moaning low and dirty.
“Fuck… your cock feels good inside me,” the jock growled, contrasting his usual cocky attitude with raw lust.
The nerd gripped those muscular hips, whimpering as he came hard deep inside the jock. The big athlete kept riding him through it, stroking his own cock until he shot thick ropes across the nerd’s chest.
Panting, the jock leaned down and kissed his forehead.
“Calculus ain’t the only thing I’m good at teaching now, huh?”
The nerd could only nod, completely spent and happier than he’d ever been.
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