As you drive along, you sneak a glance at him, smiling as you do. You silently whistle as you realize that as buff as he seemed from your window, he's even more buff up close - especially his chest. This guy is jacked. And he couldn't be any older than you are! His traps raise the straps of his tank top up and his thighs fill his shorts to the brim. No doubt this jock has abs to match.
"Eyes on the road, Big Guy. Don't want to miss the upcoming turn."
You shake your head and return your gaze to the road. "Sorry about that," you mumble.
"Hey, no big deal as long as no one gets hurt. I get it all the time," he chuckles.
"I bet," you mutter quietly.
The guy's smile fades. "Hey, I put in a lot of work. You think it's easy to get like this? You don't think I wouldn't love to just let myself go? But I got to think of my future and as much as I'd love to be able eat myself to your size, I unfortunately have to keep up my image." His breath is coming hard by that point.
You glance over again. "Hey, sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I guess I never really thought about the work that guys like you need to put in - and I was the one taking your looks for granted there. So you already have your future planned out? I'm Pete, by the way."
The jock deflates, "Regan. I'm sorry to sound harsh. It's not my plans so much as my dad's, he..."
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