The jocks were all engaging in playful gay banter, fake-kissing and bromanticizing with each other. Their physical features weren’t the only thing the pair noticed however. The boyfriends couldn’t stop admiring how the jocks looked, strutted, and acted. “No kidding…” Chaz joined in the ogling, watching as they packed up their gear and started heading out. With their hats all turned backwards as well, they looked exactly like the stereotypical college jocks. And their gym shorts perfectly showcased the numerous perky behinds and overstuffed pouches. Even from a distance, one could see the jocks’ bulging muscles, shimmering layer of sweat, and (thanks to their lack of shirts) set of washboard abs. They all appeared to be around the same age as the couple, except each was about double the size of both boyfriends put together. About 200 feet away were a group of jocks wrapping up what looked to be a game of baseball. “Yum…” Brenden was basically drooling as Chaz joined him at the top of the hill. It was already pretty warm out, so any extra effort might have strained Chaz’s body in ways that wouldn’t be attractive. Not only that, but the last thing he wanted to do was rip his khakis and sweat through his casual button-up. Chaz thought about catching up, but he didn’t want to run in his cheap sandals. Chaz walked comfortably behind, smiling as he noticed how the light breeze blew through Brenden’s salmon-striped tank and ripped white jeans. Once he got a job, then Chaz believed he would have everything he would need to be happy in life.īefore Chaz could even follow Brenden’s sight line, his boyfriend was already skidding across the field.
He’d also gained a comfortability with public speaking and argumentation thanks to his political science degree. The recent college-grad was only 5’11, but thanks to his many years on the swim team had developed a modest frame.
Luckily, Chaz was usually enough to scare them off. His stick-like figure (along with the platinum-blonde locks gelled up in the front and a pair of beach balls in the back) often made him a target for bullying, including homophobia. Brenden just needed to slow down to keep his miniature body from exploding.Īnd by miniature, Chaz meant the 5’5 skinnier-than-a-flagpole twink hopping beside him like a delicate gazelle. Chaz was working hard to help his boyfriend take a step back from reality. He planned a romantic weekend getaway involving time at the beach, a stroll through the local park, and a fancy meal for dinner followed by “dessert”. After a very stressful promotion process at Brenden’s hair salon, Chaz knew the 22-year-old was going to need a break. The whole day had gone according to his plan of making Brenden feel as relaxed as possible. “I have my ways,” Chaz replied nonchalantly, although it was evident he’d thought about this long and hard. A collaboration with the immaculate how did you know exactly what I needed?” Brenden asked, skipping happily along the trail with his boyfriend’s hand in his own.