With seconds to spare, he completed it and handed it in, not even bothering to make eye contact with the teacher. Even though no one knew what happened that past weekend, he felt ashamed, like he didn’t deserve to be the genius he was. If he was a genius, he should have been able to stop himself.

“Hey, Nick!” Billy suddenly came out of nowhere…or rather, Nick just hadn’t seen his gigantic bulk approach him in the hallway.

“Hey,” Nick grunted in reply, heading toward his locker. Billy followed him.

“What’s up,” he asked with a concerned tone in his voice. Nick looked up and gave a fake smile.

“Nothing,” he fibbed. The other jock peered at him curiously.

“There’s something,” he said. “You haven’t been talking to Brandon lately. Somethin’s going on between you and him, isn’t it?” Nick jerked his eyes in Billy’s direction. Fuck, he knows! “It’s Ian, right?” Billy went on. “Brandon’s jealous that you’ve been paying more attention to him.” Nick breathed a small sigh of relief. He knew Billy was an excellent judge of character, but that was close.

“Yeah,” he answered. “That’s probably it.” Then he smiled again, but this time, a little more genuinely. “Who made you Dr. Phil anyway?” he quipped, bringing a grin to his friend’s face.

“By the way,” he thankfully changed the subject, “I’m planning on taking Kim out tonight, but Five Guys doesn’t feel…right anymore.” Nick looked up at him, one eyebrow raised conspiratorially.

“You thinking about taking the next step?” he asked. Billy swung his huge arms nervously, his massive muscles shifting heavily underneath his shirt.

“Well, kind of,” he mumbled. “You think she’s ready?”

“Billy, she adores you,” Nick gushed. “Remember, you pretty much saved her life.”

“Yeah,” Billy blushed.

“Take her to Applebee’s or Glory Daze or some place like that,” Nick suggested. “It’s still a casual place, but a level up from Five Guy’s.” He smirked comically. “Plus, you’ve taken her there, like, three times already.” Billy laughed, noting how silly that seemed.

“Thanks,” he beamed, his brilliant eyes shining brightly. “I’ll see you later.” Nick watched his wide back navigate its way through the crowded hallways and shook his head. Billy always came to him with questions about Kim. He was happy to see him finally in a solid relationship after all those years of being the odd one out. How ironic it was that his love life seemed to be the simplest now.

Zippering up his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder, Nick made his way toward the exit and around the corner for his bike. Suddenly, he saw Brandon leaning against the wall right in front of him, his golden blond hair shining in the sunlight. Nick jumped at the sight of him.

“Nick,” Brandon whispered harshly – almost desperately – at him. There was no one on this side of the building, so they were alone.

“Brandon, I can’t—” But before he could get another syllable out, Brandon grabbed him and pulled him into his chest, kissing him eagerly. For a split second, Nick was paralyzed with desire as their tongues met, but then he came to and forced himself away. “Brandon, what the fuck?” he hissed.

“You’re sexy when you don’t shave, you know that?” Brandon twittered playfully, placing a warm hand on Nick’s stubbled cheek. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“We can’t keep doing this,” Nick urged him adamantly. “Erin would kill me.”

“She doesn’t have to know,” Brandon’s eyes flashed. God, why were they so beautiful? “We don’t have to tell her.”

“What if someone sees us?” Nick said in a low voice. Brandon blinked and looked down, finally realizing his recklessness. It was obvious that he was torn – the lust of an implausibly hot guy or the reality of what he was. He stared off into the distance, his sky blue eyes softening up.

“The other night…” he began dreamily.

“…will never happen again,” Nick quickly finished for him. It couldn’t happen again. “Why don’t you just go home and forget about it.”

“I don’t want to,” Brandon suddenly stammered. “I mean, I can’t.” That’s when Nick looked into his friend’s eyes and saw the terror behind them. This wasn’t just about their having sex in the showers; this was something more, something even Nick couldn’t guess.

“Brandon?” he asked, stepping back. Brandon flexed his jaw muscles and swallowed uncomfortably.

“Do you think I wanted to be this way?” he finally started, still looking away. “Do you think I asked to be a jock?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You haven’t lived your whole life the way I have,” he blurted. “I’ve had an eight-pack ever since I was four years old. I could bounce my pecs ever since I was 8. I’m a freak!” He looked back up at Nick, his eyes filled with fear and almost hate…but hate for what, Nick didn’t know. “I’m just an inhuman freak!”

“Whoa, Brandon,” Nick tried to calm him down, gently placing his hand on his shoulder. “So your dad trained you to be an athlete from when you were little. A lot of guys are like that.”

“Really?” Brandon seared, his glare boring into Nick with anger. “Is that what you think?” Frankly, Nick didn’t know what to think. He had simply never seen Brandon, a guy who was so strong and stoic, react to something – whatever it was – like this. And it scared him. “I never wanted this.”

“What do you want?” Nick asked. The two superjocks gazed silently into each other’s eyes. Brandon’s eyebrows lifted upward, making his eyes full and round.

“I want you,” he whispered.

“You can’t have me,” Nick answered, though it seemed as if his own body hadn’t heard those words. His face inched closer and closer to Brandon’s until their lips touched. Suddenly, the spark that started the torrent of fiery passion was lit once again and before Nick knew it, he was worshiping his boy-lover, his mouth sucking lustfully on his neck and traps, his hands drifting up his shirt and wildly groping his tight abs. Damn, Brandon couldn’t have had more than 4% bodyfat! Brandon cradled Nick’s head in his hands, his mouth open in ecstasy. Why was he so blindingly hot? Why couldn’t Nick resist him? No, he had to, no matter how much it hurt him inside.

“We can’t do this,” Nick uttered, suddenly pushing away from him again. Without making another sound, he picked up his backpack that had fallen to the ground and ran off. He didn’t dare look behind him at Brandon; he couldn’t. He hated to upset his best friend, but he couldn’t bear to betray his girlfriend. She meant so much to him; she was everything. So why did being with Brandon feel the same way? There was only one thing Nick could do. He sighed as he mounted his bike for the ride home.

He was going to have to tell Erin about Brandon.

“So you made the plans with your dad to visit him this summer?” Diane Andersson looked up from preparing dinner. Matthew and JP were talking in the den. They were sitting on the couch watching TV and discussing their trip to New Jersey in July. Matthew smiled, his round blue eyes peering over at his boyfriend fixatedly.

“Yeah,” he said, “and you’re definitely coming. He said it was ok.” JP beamed brightly back at him. Wow, that boy had a beautiful smile! Diane could easily see why her son had fallen in love with him. “We could maybe stop along the Shore on the way,” Matthew continued. “Take in a boardwalk.”

“That sounds great,” JP replied, gazing at him with keen eyes. It was obvious to Diane that he was completely taken by her son and she shook her head. JP Maloney was quite the specimen. He was charming, dashingly attractive and had a fantastic body. In fact, there seemed to be no end to how gorgeous the boy could get. Every time he came over, he looked bigger, more mature. He was probably close to 250 pounds – mostly muscle – by now. Almost all his shirts fit him tightly and he had even grown too broad for his high school letter jacket. She sometimes caught Matthew wearing it instead.

“Just make sure you two drive safely,” she piped in. Her son looked up at her and tried not to roll his eyes too obviously.

“Mom, come on,” he protested. “You know I’m a good driver.” Not with someone like JP in the passenger’s seat you’re not, she thought to herself in a small chuckle. “What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Nothing, just help me set the table,” she ordered. Obediently, Matthew got up and headed toward the kitchen, but not before JP caught up with him and wrapped his muscular arms around his waist. Matthew laughed as JP playfully grazed his lips along his traps.

“Momma’s boy,” he teased.

“Stop,” Matthew pleaded, “that tickles!” He turned his head to look into his boyfriend’s eyes again. JP only grinned sheepishly back. They were so in love with each other, they couldn’t hide it.

“Let me help,” JP said, letting go and taking a plate out of Diane’s hand, “especially since I’m not staying.” He glanced over at Matthew who looked down at his feet. All three of them knew the reason why he couldn’t eat with them. Daniel Palmer, the high school football coach, was coming over for dinner. He knew JP well – JP had been a star athlete at Central High – but he didn’t know that he was gay. When the boy learned of Diane’s relationship with the coach, he told her he didn’t want to raise any suspicions. “I’ll see you later, Matt,” JP said once the table was set, a twinge of sadness in his voice. They hated to be apart. Then, he whispered in his ear, though Diane was still able to hear it. “I promise you I’ll come out someday.” With that, he gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and headed for the door.

“Don’t worry, you’ll see him tomorrow,” Diane reminded Matthew as he gazed longingly at the front door even after it had closed.

“I know,” he said softly. It wasn’t much, but in those two little words, Diane could hear all her son’s thoughts. Matthew wished that his boyfriend would come out of the closet, but knew that doing so would change his life. The two boys couldn’t be sure exactly how everyone around them would react to their sexuality, especially in the world of athletics that JP was so involved in. It sometimes broke her heart. Diane had struggled – well, was still struggling – with the fact that her one and only son was gay, but she was able to see past that and recognize his love for JP. Would everyone else see that, too? Shaking the idea out of her mind, she returned to the meal. Not long after, the doorbell rang and Diane hurried to answer it.

“Good evening, Diane,” Daniel greeted her, handing over a bottle of wine.

“Hi,” she answered, trying hard not to sound too much like a giggling schoolgirl. She had a weakness for athletes. She had married one years ago – Matthew’s father – and was dating one now. She had a tremendous crush on Daniel Palmer. Not only did he have the rugged good looks that she always fell for, but he was also genuine and charming.

“Hm, the food smells nice, as usual,” he commented, making her blush. He politely stepped into the foyer, noticing Matthew standing behind Diane. “Hey, Matt,” he said. “How’s college?”

“Good,” Matthew answered, smiling courteously.

“Ian, I made some chicken soup for you,” Mrs. Antoncelli sang as she walked carefully into Ian’s bedroom, a bowl of soup balanced gingerly on a tray. She set it down on the table next to her son’s bed and placed her hand on his forehead to check his temperature. “You’re not as hot as you were anymore,” she observed. “I think this wave is passing.”

Ian grunted hoarsely from underneath the covers. Every bit of his body ached, but not as badly as it had been pounding before. He knew it was another bout of withdrawal – the effects of his rehab treatment. He curled up as tightly as his huge, bloated body would allow. He had obviously stopped taking steroids as well…and that made his muscles squishy. His stomach was distended, his chest no longer felt hard and his legs were just gigantic mounds of jello. Every time he looked in the mirror, he would feel depressed. Some days, he didn’t even feel like getting out of bed. He longed for the days when he was proud of his body, his looks. But of course, that had all been fake. He hadn’t deserved all the attention he got back then. And he’d never get attention like that again.

“Ian,” his mom spoke up, sitting down on the bed next to him. “You’re very brave for going through this as well as you have been.” Brave, Ian thought, how am I brave? But she continued: “I need to apologize to you for being so naive. Your dad and I neglected you all these years.” Her voice started to tremble slightly as her emotion grew. “You must know we love you very much. We just never thought anything like this would happen. We always wanted to give you space, but…looking back on it now, we were wrong. We should have been more…present.” Ian slowly lifted the sheets from over his head so that his face was showing.

“Mom,” he whimpered, “please…”

“Ian,” she went on, bending over him, “from now on, no matter what, we will always be here for you. Whatever it is, I promise you can come to us about it.” She bent down and kissed him lightly on the forehead. The feeling of her lips lingered there for a moment longer, even after she left the room. Ian shifted in bed so that he was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

“Thanks, mom,” he whispered out loud…though it had come too late.

Erin clutched one hand on Nick’s rock-hard ass cheek, her other hand palmed around his gigantic cannonball shoulder, as he humped her. His nearly 11-inch cock smoothly penetrated her cunt over and over again, practically sending her into delirium. No matter where she touched on her boyfriend’s body, it was fat-free; she didn’t know how the hell he could keep his bodyfat so low all year round.

“Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed, as Nick pumped even faster, the sound of his rumbling grunts filling her ears. He was a GOD! Her hand slipped off his shoulder – now covered in sweat – and grabbed hold of his engorged lats. She loved to feel his muscles shifting underneath his skin as they had sex, displaying their superior strength only to her. He bent down and kissed her passionately, his tongue controlling hers with erotic fierceness. Finally, the two lovers climaxed simultaneously, Erin shuddering from orgasm, Nick gushing ten enormous loads of spunk. God, I hope the condom holds, she thought fleetingly. When it had all passed, Nick peered down at her with his debilitating hazel eyes. Erin sighed.

“Wow, you just keep getting better and better,” she awed. He gave her a smile and sat up on his knees, his tremendous figure hovering about her. Jesus Christ, he looked huge…no, he was huge! He had to have broken 220 by now. His thick wrestler’s neck, his insanely broad shoulders, his beefy arms, his shredded chest and corrugated washboard abs, his bulging thighs…his throbbing cock. Shit, it was already hard again! Erin knew Nick could go virtually all night, railing her time and time again. His stamina was almost superhuman, but then again, she never seemed to get tired either.

“You ready?” he asked her, his booming voice instinctively wetting her on contact. She nodded and he swooped her effortlessly up in his muscular arms and plopped her on his cock. Erin shrieked as he began fucking her a second straight time. This was her new favorite position – Nick literally held her entire weight on his pelvis as he thrust his hips back and forth into her. His abs were certainly getting a workout, performing crunches in mid-air. For nearly ten minutes, he did her like this until he splooged once again. Erin fell backwards on the bed, the breath completely taken out of her.

“Shit,” she exclaimed, watching Nick carefully removing the wet condom and discarding it in the trash. His fat dick dangled between his monstrous thighs as he caught his breath. “There’s another box in the drawer,” Erin informed. “I think it’s my last one.” The two went through so many condoms it wasn’t even funny.

“I need a break first,” Nick said, lying down on the bed next to her. Erin looked over at her boyfriend. Already? They had only done it a couple of times.

“Are you alright?” she wondered aloud. Nick never got sick and he certainly looked healthy. Erin turned her body, placing her hand on his flushed left pec, her fingers playing with the short black hairs that were starting to grow again there.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he answered distantly, slipping his hand behind his head, his gigantic biceps flexing as he did. Erin snuggled her face under his chin and sighed. That was ok, she thought, we don’t have to have sex all the time.

“You should see my mom going crazy planning for Ryan’s wedding,” she started, trying to keep the conversation light. “She doesn’t know whether to invite our Great Aunt Theresa or not. She is a little crazy and…” Suddenly, Nick turned his head away from her, his eyes lost in thought. Erin stopped speaking and gazed at him in concern. Something was definitely on his mind. “What’s wrong?” she asked. Nick sighed softly, hesitating before he answered her.

“You love me, right?” he finally said. “I mean, you absolutely love me more than anything in the world?” Erin furrowed her eyebrows. What kind of a question was that?

“Of course, baby,” she replied. “Why would you say that?” Nick abruptly sat up and ran his hands through his jet black hair.

“You would never leave me, no matter what happened, right?” he continued. Erin sat up behind him, gently brushing her fingers along the deep ridges of his lower back muscles.

“I would never leave you,” she answered, confused. “You know that.” She brought her hand up to her boyfriend’s chin and turned his head to look directly into his eyes. “Did something happen?” Nick looked like he was about to cry. He bit his lip and took in a deep breath.

“Erin,” he finally confessed, “I had sex with Brandon.” •