Chapter #3College Decisions by: Unknown Nate was your typical high school jock. Tall, blonde, and incredibly sexy, Nate not only was his high school's soccer star, but he was also a 4.0 student. Now that he had graduated, he shifted through the multitude of college acceptance letters piled on his bedside table. However would he choose, he thought. Quickly tiring of that daunting task, he placed his hands behind his head and lounged back on his bed, taking a moment to reminisce about all the wonderful high school memories he was leaving behind.
Suddenly, his stomach growled ferociously.
Nate had forgotten that he’d woken up later than usual, enjoying his summer break, and he realized the last thing he had to eat was some popcorn during a move late last night. Getting up from his bed, Nate caught his reflection in the floor length mirror secured to the back of his bedroom door. Always the narcissist, Nate admired his perfectly proportioned features and brilliant white smile.
Not more than a minute later, his belly groaned again, reminding him of his original task. Nevertheless, his stomach was something to behold, so he decided to make sure his summer slacking wasn’t getting the best of him.
Lifting the hem of his shirt to just below his carved pecs, six clearly pronounced cobble stones surrounded by deep valleys came into view, flanked generously by two sharply ridged oblique muscles that pointed down into a perfect “V”, disappearing into the elastic band of his white Calvin Klein underwear. His lower set of abs, below his navel, were also visible, separated by a faint line, giving him the sought after eight pack.
He flexed his abs and slowly traced the further defined contours of the muscles, admiring all of the hard work he had put into developing his rock hard stomach. Then, without warning, his mind flashed to an image of his tan stomach all bloated, his six pack stretched out over the curve, and in a flash the image was gone.
Nate blinked, confused, but noticed he was aroused.
He turned sideways and placed his hand on top of his abs. Slowly, sucking in as much air as possible, he pushed the unyielding wall of his washboard stomach as far out as possible, giving him the appearance of being pregnant or drinking too much beer. He allowed his hand to follow the curve, starting from just below his chiseled chest and swooping down until he reached the waist of his jeans, which he had pulled down low enough to allow for the materialized girth. He noticed the ridges of his abs were still visible despite the puffed out appearance, and the hem of his shirt had no trouble staying put as it rested on the ledge created by his distended gut.
No longer able to hold his breath, he laughed, forcing his fatless abs back to the surface, but he wondered just how much he would have to eat in order to make them disappear, temporarily, at least.
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