Talk Nerdy to Me (Patreon)

I love nerds, but I always wake up with muscle boys.

This morning it was Tanner..  Six foot three and pure beefcake.  He stood in my kitchenette, his  pecs on full display while he gulped down coffee.

“I’m just sayin’ bro, last night was fuckin’ awesome!” he grinned.  “No regrets whatsoever.”

They never have regrets.  I do good work, and I’ve never had an unhappy customer — paid or otherwise.  Tanner was glowing this morning, squeezed into a pair of jeans from my closet.  The denim highlighted his ass, and you could see the line of his cock down one leg.

He looked like an underwear model without the underwear.  Too bad he’s an idiot.

At his most eloquent, Tanner could rhapsodize about Tom Brady’s workout plan or make an argument for Dua Lipa over Gaga.  Not my type at all, but I was happy he was happy.

“Yeah, it was fun,” I said.  “You got big plans today?”

“Oh dude… I gotta hit the gym, and then I got work later,” he chattered.  “No idea how I’m gonna explain this, but…”

“It’ll be okay,” I promised.  “People always understand.”

I finally got him dressed and out the door.  He took a muscle shirt that was at least a size too small for him.  You could see the bottom inch of his abs.  You could see the points of his nipples.

“Let’s do this again,” he grinned and kissed me goodbye.  “Dudes are like… so hot.”

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The cafe near my office is one of those local chains.  It doesn’t feel indie but at least it’s not Starbucks.  I had my re-usable mug ready while the line crawled forward.

“Bro,” the guy in front of me grinned.  “Remember me?”

He was at least two hundred pounds of muscle on an athlete’s frame.  Spiky blond hair and an easy going smile.  A square jaw and short shorts.

“It’s… uh… it's Mike, right?” I guessed.

“Almost,” he laughed.  “Marty!”  They all look the same to me.

I stared past his bulging muscle tits and wide shoulders.  There was a new barista today — cute without being hot, awkward without being off-putting.  He had glasses and a button down shirt and he looked like he’d be a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet.  You just knew he wanted to talk about Star Wars.

“Yeah, good to see you Mike,” I said.  “You enjoying life?”

“Oh, so much brah,” he brayed.  “Hit the club again last night, gotta get my dance on, y’know?  This town is such a party!”

It was true.  Twelve thousand residents and a whole street of gay clubs.  It seems impossible, but it’s a consequence of me living here.

Not like I ever went clubbing.  I lived on the far side of town, away from the noise.  My ideal guy wants to stay in and watch Battlestar Galactica.  I snuck another peek at the nerdy barista.

“How about you?” Marty filled the silence.  “You seein’ anyone?  Or like…” he adjusted his cock, “you like… available?”

“Still looking for Mr. Right,” I shrugged.

“Well… a bunch of us are playing naked volleyball later,” Marty grinned.  “Stop by the beach if you wanna tag some ass.”

The line moved up and he turned to put in his order.  Iced coffee, colour me shocked.  The nerdy barista prepared it meticulously and handed the drink over.

“Hey, what can I get you?” the barista said.

“Raktajino…” I grinned, doing my best nerd flirt.  “Double strong, double sweet.”

“You’ll have to settle for Jamaican Blend,” the nerd joked.  “It’ll be $5.50.”

I tapped my card and watched as he worked the espresso machine.  Fuck, he knew random Star Trek quotes.  That turned me on so much.  I wanted to fuck him.  Needed to fuck him.

Even though I knew it’d ruin him for me.

“There you go,” he said, sliding the paper cup over the counter.  “Enjoy.”

I grabbed for it a little too fast and made sure my fingers touched his.  The spark passed between us and I saw his mind stutter like it had just hit a speed bump.  I didn’t give a damn that there were a half-dozen people behind me in line — you only get one chance to make a connection.

“Hey,” I said, bringing him back to the world.  “I’m Zach.”

“Oh, hey…” he blinked quickly.  “I’m Jack.”

“When do you get off work Jack?” I asked.  “I’d love to take you out for a drink.”

“Uh… two o’clock,” he stammered.  “But I’ve got D&D tonight.”

Oh fuck me.  Could he be any more perfect?  I hated to make him skip his session.

“But not til tonight, right?” I prodded.  “You’ve got time for a beer.”

“Yeah,” he said, sounding unconvinced.  “I guess I have time.  For a beer.  Just one though.”

“We’ll start with one,” I promised.  “How about I pick you up at the end of your shift?  There’s a little bar I like down by the water… it’s just a couple blocks.”

“Yeah,” he said.  His voice was agreeing, but face was puzzled.  Everything I said sounded like a good idea to his ears, but he didn’t know why.  “Sounds like a plan.”

“See ya’ later Jack,” I grinned.  I took my coffee and walked past the rest of the line.  Most of them looked pissed at me for chatting so long, but a couple of the guys in line were beefed up muscle boys with that hungry look in their eye.  I’d flirted with hem before.

Back when they were interesting.

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I work from home for a company on the east coast.  As long as my work gets done, nobody cares if I take off early.  When it comes to work, I won the lottery.

So around 1:45 I closed my laptop, grabbed my jacket, and walked down to the coffee shop.  Jack perked up when I walked in, scrubbing down the counter as fast as he could.  He called something over his shoulder and ducked into the back room.

A second later he was back with a bulky jacket and a bookbag.

“Hey,” he said.  “Sorry I’ve got all my stuff.  I’m the DM for my D&D group, so… I gotta bring all the books and stuff.”

“No worries,” I said, trying not to get rock hard immediately.  “That’s so cool you DM.”

“Do you play?” he asked with excitement.  “We’re looking for one or two more people to join the campaign.  There are just three of us right now… kinda hard to find nerdy guys around here.”

“Tell me about it,” I chuckled.  “But nah, I’m more of a movie nerd, I just love when guys are stoked about their hobbies.  I bet you could talk about it for hours.”

“More like days,” he snorted.  “I started playing back in high school and it stuck.”

“Yeah?” I glowed.  “That’s really cool.”

“You’re the only one who thinks so,” he joked.  “Where I grew up, if you didn’t play football you were just a loser killing time.  Honestly, I moved out here to get away with it, but this town’s got a weirdly high jock quota.”

I opened the door to my favourite pub and let him go first.

“But when you showed up and make a DS9 reference, I was like I found my people,” Jack chuckled nervously.  “I mean… I don’t want to make it weird, but… is this a date?”

“Yeah,” I said, sliding into my regular booth.  “That a problem?”

“No,” he said.  He bit his lip and looked both ways.  “I just… I’ve never been on a date with a guy before, y’know?  I usually go for girls.”

“But not today, huh?” I teased.

“Honestly…” he looked at his hands awkwardly.  “Ever since you came into the coffee shop, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.  I doubt you even noticed but… our hands touched when you grabbed your coffee.  It’s dumb.”

“I noticed,” I said.  “Maybe I even did it on purpose?”

He opened his mouth to say something, but we were interrupted by Rafael walking up to the table.  He’s the bartender here, and on slow afternoons like this he’s the server too.  Two hundred and ten pounds of latin muscle, packed into a skintight black t-shirt.

Don’t even ask.  You know he’s one of mine.

“Hey Zach,” he practically giggled.  “Good to see you!  New friend?”

“Yeah,” I said.  “This is Jack.”

“Good to meet ya,” Rafael greeted someone who was sure to become a regular here.  “Is that short for something?  Jonathan, right?”

“Actually it’s Jackson,” my date sighed.  “But nobody calls me that.”

“Jackson…” Rafael rolled it around in his mouth.  “I like it.  It feels strong.”

Names were powerful.  Before I met him, Rafael had gone by Ralph.

Ralph was a professor of semiotics at the university.  He read books, he took his vacations in Europe, he had long conversations over an oak aged Tempranillo.

Rafael drank stouts and partied til dawn.

“Uh… thanks,” Jack mumbled.

“Your usual?” Rafael asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Yeah,” I nodded.  I glanced across at Jack.  He was going over the beer list like he’d never seen one.  “Better make it two.”

The latin stud nodded and moved away silently.

“You must come here a lot,” Jack said, trying to make conversation.  “Seems like the bartender knows you.”

“We dated,” I admitted.  “Just one date.  Turns out he’s not my type.”

That made Jack pause and lean in.

“What is your type?” he asked softly.  “I mean… not me, obviously, but…”

“How do you know it’s not you?” I asked.

“C’mon,” he laughed.  “You’re handsome.  You’re confident.”

“So?”

“You give me butterflies when I look at you,” Jack admitted.  “A guy like you could have anyone he wanted.”

“Yeah,” I shrugged.  “But I like what I like.”

“So what are you looking for?” Jack asked again.  “No dodging this time.”

“I’m looking for a nerdy guy,” I chuckled.  “It’s kinda my kink.”

It’s a bullshit kink — I could lust after every nerd in town, but my cock does what it does.  My touch makes them pliable, my cock makes them beasts, and my cum inside strips away their mind.  Jack’s fate was already sealed.  We were going through the motions.

But a guy can hope, y’know?  It’s the only way I cope.

“Don’t worry about it,” I reached across the table and squeezed his hand.  “Let’s just have a few beers and enjoy ourselves.”

“Did someone say beer?” Rafael asked, putting our pints down in front of us.

"Thanks man,” Jack grinned.  He grabbed his glass and raised it.  “Here’s to something new.”

“That’s the spirit,” Rafael grinned.  “I think Jackson and I are gonna be friends.  Maybe very good friends.”  He winked at me and waggled his eyebrows.

“To new friends,” I nodded, clinking my glass against Jack’s.  I took a sip of my beer.

Rafael gave me that knowing look and went back to tending bar.

“Oh wow,” Jack said, taking a tiny sip.  “That’s…” he took another sip.  “That’s actually good.”

“It’s a stonefruit sour,” I told him.

“Some of the guys at D&D like beer,” he said.  “But it always tastes… bitter?  I figured my tastebuds were just broken.”

“There’s nothing broken about you,” I chuckled.  “Your buddies are probably drinking IPAs.  It’s an acquired taste.  You remember the first time you drank coffee?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled.  “I just about hurled.”

“And now you’re a barista.  How’d that happen anyway?”

“Oh,” Jack looked embarrassed.  “It’s not like I’ve got some deep lifelong love of coffee or anything.  I moved out here looking for a clean break, but you know the job market.  I always figured I’d end up being a writer or something.”

“A writer?” I perked up.  “Like… what kind of stories?”

“Uh… I write fantasy stuff,” Jack admitted.  “Sword and sorcery.  It’s not good or anything, it’s just… ever since I was little, I’d make up these worlds in my head and… it’s dumb, I’m just a guy at a coffee shop.”

“You could write a book,” I said.  “Lots of people do.”

“Nah,” Jack slumped in his seat.  “Honestly… I feel like my life’s going nowhere.”

“Drink your beer,” I sighed.  “You’re going somewhere tonight.”

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I know what you’re thinking.  Touch makes ‘em pliable, my cock makes ‘em grow, and the cum hollows them out.  So just date a nerd, fuck someone else… best of both worlds.

But I just can’t help myself.  It’s the same old story every time.

Afternoon had given way to evening.  Jack had texted his friends and cancelled his session.  I was on my fifth beer, he was on his third.  My cock was leaking in my slacks.

“So then Shane and Colin and I, right…” he slurred.  “We climb all the way up the trail and… we film this epic sword battle…”

“No way,”  I grinned at him.  I was pretty drunk, and like I said… I have a nerd thing.  I was getting hard under the table.  “Like full LARPing?”

“Yeah, but like… I wrote a script,” he laughed.  “We weren’t just making it up.  So we post it on YouTube and like… two hundred views ever…” he complained.

“That’s still cool.”

He adjusted those slutty glasses and stared at his beer.

I’ve been doing this long enough to recognize my point of no return.  I could still walk away, still leave him with his cute self intact.  Or…

“Are you hard?” I asked, trying to look playful.

He blushed and looked away.

“Let’s get out of here,” I told him, grabbing his hand and sealing his fate.

I tossed money on the table.  Jack fumbled for his wallet, but I put a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it,” I growled.  “I got you covered.”

I know I’ve got the magic, but it still surprised me when Jack leaned in and kissed me.

“Thanks,” he grinned like a dog that just got fed.  “Shit… sorry… I’m drunk.”

“You’re perfect.”  I kissed him back.

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My place is about a block from the coffee shop, so we didn’t have far to stumble home.  I had my arm wrapped around his shoulders and he had his wrapped around my waist.  To anyone on the outside, we looked like a couple boyfriends in love.

Which, at least for the moment, I was.

Jack was so sweet and enthusiastic and he didn’t give a damn how cringe it was.  That’s why I love nerds.  They’re so unabashedly into what they’re into.

Obviously I could date the hottest guys in town.  I could date the hottest guys in LA if I wanted.  But all those guys care about is their image!  They spend so much time trying to be hot, they forget how to be fun.  Nerds are fun!

So I walked slow and listened to him ramble about how hard it is to plan out a satisfying D&D campaign.  Half writing, half improv, and always chaotic.

“It takes way too much time,” he babbled.  “But I’m never gonna stop.”

“Yeah,” I said.  “It’s cool that you make stuff.”

“It’s nothing special,” he shrugged.

“Yeah, but… look, I date a lot of nerds, but everyone’s always talking about what they’re watching, what they’re playing, what they’re reading… you actually build stories.”

“So what are you into?” he asked.

“You,” I joked.

“Yeah, but like… for real,” he leaned into my shoulder.  “You’ve gotta have hobbies.”

“I like movies,” I shrugged.  “Books.  Board games.  Watching, reading, playing, like I said.”

“Oh man, I love board games,” he gushed.  “It’s so hard to find guys who play.”

“Tell me about it,” I sighed.

The last time I held a games night, it was just three of us, and I ended up fucking them both into a pair of airheads jocks before we counted our points.  My libido gets out of control and I never get to finish a game of Catan.

“This is me,” I said, pointing up at the brick apartment.  We climbed three sets of steps — he was wheezing by the end of it — and I let us inside.  A living room, a bedroom, a kitchenette.  It’s not much, but it’s home.

“Wow,” he said, walking immediately to my bookshelf.  “Nice place.”

His eyes walked over my books, taking note of authors and titles.  He paused on the Niven and smiled at the Heinlein and exhaled deeply at the Chiang.  Most guys check out the view or just start tearing my clothes off, but Jack had his priorities in line.

“I’ve never been with a guy before,” he said when he turned to look at me again.  “I mentioned that, right?  I’m not really sure what to do…”

“I’ll show you,” I said tenderly.  You really do have to be tender with these guys.  Jack was going to walk out of here a whole new person, in a way it was like a rebirth, so… yeah, I try to show some care.

I unbuttoned his dress shirt slowly.  He was skinny-fat under there, a belly full of beer and a half-plate of nachos.  He shivered when I let his shirt drop to the ground, but I could tell he was into it.  I pulled off my t-shirt and let our bare torsos press together.

“It’s okay,” I whispered in his ear.  “You can relax.”

Once I undid his belt his jeans slid right off.  In the morning he wouldn’t be able to squeeze into them, let along button them up.  Lucky for him I keep a ‘beefcake closet’ — half clothes that nerds left behind, the other half is stuff they can wear home.

“So what do we do?” he asked innocently.  “Jerk off together, or…”

“I want a little more than that,” I said, peeling off my jeans and showing off my boxer briefs.  “I wanna fuck that nerd ass of yours.  Rail you with my dick til you scream.”

He took a half step back and looked worried.

“Does it hurt?” he asked.

“Not the way I do it,” I promised.  “I’ve kinda got a magic cock.”

“Yeah, well… I don’t have a magic ass,” he said nervously.  “So go easy on me?”

“I won’t do anything you can’t handle,” I promised.  I brushed the side of his head with my hand and felt our connection.  “You’re going to take cock like a pro.”

Jack blinked at me again, that same look of incomprehension.  I’d flipped a few neurons.

“You think so?” he lit up.  “I wanna try!”

“Then lose the boxers and head to the bedroom,” I said.  “Ass up.”

He dropped the boxers and hurried inside.

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I took my time.  I like to make them wait for my cock.  Give them a few more minutes of real life before I drag them into the fantasy.

More of the fantasy, I guess.  In his real life, Jack would never be trembling on a strange man’s bed, his ass begging to be used.  He wouldn’t have spent half the night getting drunk.  He wouldn’t have cancelled D&D to make out with some gay guy.

I’d bent his mind.  Time to break it.

I poured myself a fancy scotch and grabbed a tallboy out of the fridge.  I don’t drink IPAs, but I keep a bunch stocked.  Once I wipe a guy clean, he gets seriously basic.

“You ready in there?” I called.

“Ready and waiting!” he shouted back.  I could hear the trepidation in his voice.  Trepidation.  There’s a word he’d forget soon enough.

I sipped my scotch and stared out at the city.  I’ve got these big floor length windows that make me feel like a billionaire, even though it’s only a one bedroom rental.  Plus I liked the idea of some guy staring at my cock through the window, wishing he could ride it.

Compared to Jack, I was built — five foot ten, a hundred and seventy pounds.  I got to the gym every day, even though it’s full of my ‘exes’.  I’m nearing thirty, but I’ve still got that boyish grin.

Yeah… Jack was lucky to meet me.

“On my way,” I called and headed into the room.

Jack was exactly as I’d instructed.  Stomach down, ass up, buck naked.  I could see a little sweat running down his back — he was nervous.  But that didn’t stop him from offering up his hole.

“Damn girl,” I chuckled.  “You look so fuckin’ hot.”

“Really?” he said, like he couldn’t quite believe it.  “You think I’m hot?”

“Of course I do,” I said as I straddled his legs.  Poor guy — for the first time in his existence, someone was into his nerdy hobbies, but it was all about to get ripped away.  Then again, he was going to spend the rest of his life as a walking sex doll, so… maybe he didn’t need the pity.

His transformation started when my cock brushed his hole.  I hadn’t even slipped inside, but his ass flexed to open up that rosebud.

“Oh wow…” he gasped.  “I didn’t know I could do that.”

I’d been listening to him talk about being a DM and writing fantasy stories and painting miniatures for hours.  My cock was so fucking hard, I couldn’t stand it anymore.

I let my it ease inside.  Oh thank fuck…

I needed this so bad.

Jack’s ass was bony to start, but his glutes were swelling up fast.  I loved how it felt, gripping my cock tighter and tighter.  It was mostly muscle, with just enough fat to make his ass into a bubble butt.  He’d look amazing on the dance floor.  At the gym.  In the shower.

If you were into vapid muscle boys.

“Holy shit…” he gasped as his ass pushed out.  “What is that?”

“That’s your slutty new peach,” I chuckled.  “Oh, didn’t I mention?  My cock fucks nerds into musclesluts and meatheads.”

“Whaaaa?” he gasped under me.  His quads were starting to bulk up, pushing his ass higher into the air.  They were easily tripling in size, making them proportional to his jiggling cheeks.  “Like Captain America?”

“Yeah,” I smirked.  “My cock’s the super soldier serum.  Gonna make you so big and strong.”

“Oh my god,” he gasped.  His pecs were pushing against the mattress now, arching his back as they swelled into a pair of insane muscle tits.  They’d show through the baggiest hoodie… not like he’d ever wear one.

Of course, when you’ve got massive pecs, you need the back to match.  Nobody wants to look unbalanced, do they?

“My… chest…” he gasped into my pillow.  “I feel so… oh my god…”

“That’s right bro,” I moaned as I started fucking him in earnest.  “You’re turning into a hot jock with every thrust!”

I grabbed his bony hips and rode his ass.  I could feel his gut melting away, replaced by a set of tight abs.  Under my hands, I could feel his obliques forcing themselves into existence, the ridge of his adonis belt pressing into my flesh.

He had a narrow waist and wide shoulders —the perfect build for anime cosplay, if he cared.

But he’d never care about nerd shit again.  Not once I came.

I could feel his hamstrings getting bigger to match his quads.  His calves getting huge to match his hamstrings.  Most guys could spend a lifetime in the gym and never get those calves.  He looked like one of those guys who loses two hundred pounds but still has the muscle for it.

“Getting close Jack…” I grunted.

He was taking my cock enthusiastically now, driving his hips back.  The harder I pounded him, the bigger he’d get — he seemed to understand that intuitively.

Jack’s neck got thick.  His traps were absurd.  Even his jaw was heavy with fresh muscle.

“I’m gonna cum soon…” I gasped.  “And when I cum… it’s gonna blast away your mind bro.  Leave you a shallow dumbass.  Say goodbye to all that nerd shit bro…”

I pumped faster, right on the edge.  I was gonna pump my load straight into his hole and rip his mind to pieces.  Forgive me Jack…

“Nah, better idea…” he gasped under me.  “Change he ending…”

“I can’t…”

“You can…” he moaned.  “You cum… you change… we’re both muscleound nerds.”

“Jack…” I gasped.  That’s not how my magic worked.  But I was too far gone to stop.

He rippled his powerful glutes and milked it out of me.  I shoot big loads and he was greedy.  Most guys let a few drops leak out of their holes, but not Jack.  He took it all.

With each pulse out of my cock, it was getting harder and harder to hold my body above him.  I was getting heavy, pound after pound of muscle magically adding itself to my frame.  My arms trembled, then were re-enforced, but still…

Jack gasped as I collapsed on top of him.  My load was blown, my cock was soft, but my bulk was there to stay.

“That was incredible,” he rumbled when I finally rolled off him.  “Like… shit…”

Damn.  Jack had changed the end of the story — I was a muscle stud now too, but he hadn’t stopped himself from getting wiped.  He was full of my cum, his mind corroding one idea at a time.  The deep thoughts would already be gone.  Then the vocabulary.  In a few minutes, he wouldn’t even understand sarcasm.

But for now it felt like afterglow.  There was no reason to tell him.  Panic wouldn’t fix anything.

For the first time all night he wasn’t talking non-stop.  I watched his eyes play over the ceiling, like he was trying to find his thoughts but they weren't there.  Eventually his hand wandered down to his cock, still sticky with his cum.

I looked over at his over-masculine face.  “You like getting fucked?”

“Yeah…” he thought for a second, searching for the words.  “Like… yeah!”

“Good,” I grinned.  “Because that’s your life now.  Gym, tan, get fucked in the ass.”

“For sure,” he giggled.  “And like… Lord of the Rings, Extended Edition.”

My eyes bulged.  What the fuck.  By now my cum should have turned him tabula rasa.  All that nerdy passion should have been wiped away, replaced with dull-eyed lust.

“I’m still horny…” he rumbled.  “My cock is like… so hard.”

“Wait…” I gasped.  “You’re still into the nerd shit, right?  D&D and Star Wars and reading and stuff?”

“I mean, yeah bro,” he snorted.  “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because the magic dude… when someone takes my cum, it makes them totally basic.  They forget all the cool stuff they know.  They forget everything!”

“It’s not Flowers for Algernon,” he chuckled.

I always thought muscle and brains were on opposite sides of the coin, but here he was.  A musclebound gay stud… who could still hold a conversation.  Fuck, the dude was referencing classic sci-fi.  I was in love.

“Let’s go again,” he rumbled.

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Obviously I couldn’t fit in my clothes.  Thank god for the beefcake closet.

It’s a walk-in, but there’s no room for two big guys like us.  I stayed in bed and absently stroked my cock while Jack took his turn getting dressed.

“Dude, you’ve got so much cool stuff,” he shouted.  “You're sure it’s cool if I steal something?”

“That’s why it’s there!” I grunted back.

“This t-shirt is super cool,” Jack laughed.  “But… mind if I cut it up a little?  I’ll never fit these sleeves…”

“Do what you want,” I chuckled.  “There’s scissors in the kitchen.”

Jack hurried past me buck naked, then returned with my kitchen shears.  “Seriously bro,” he laughed.  “You’re gonna wanna fuck me so bad.”

“Again?” I teased.  We’d gone three rounds already, and the night was young.  And Jack wasn’t just a one night stand anymore… I wanted him tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow…

“What do you think?” he asked, stepping out of the closet and posing.

Fucker knew exactly how to get me riled up.

He’d gone for a pair of dayglo pink short shorts, the kind that any of my dumb jocks would have picked, but he’d stuck to the nerd side of the closet for a shirt.  An old ninja turtles tee was stretched across his chest, the sides hacked off to let his lats show.

And yeah… he kept the glasses.

“You look like the nerdiest slut around,” I grinned.

“That’s the idea,” he laughed.  “Your turn!”

He flopped on my bed and kissed me, then kicked my bare ass towards the closet.  It was weird being on the other side of this deal — usually I’m only in the closet to restock or bundle up clothes for the thrift store.

Jack had the right idea.  We had the looks of a dumb jock, but the brains of a nerd.  I needed to flaunt my new physique, but I didn’t want to go full himbo.  A grabbed a pair of thin grey sweats… yeah, those traced my ass really good, and my cock definitely showed through them.

I rifled through the pile of t-shirts.  Should I go cliche and wear a superman tee?  Or follow Jack and hack up a Star Wars shirt?  Maybe forget a shirt altogether, just walk around like an anime character?

Or… yeah, that was perfect.  A knit sweatervest.  Sure, it was too small on me, but that just made it hotter, right?

“How about this?” I asked Jack.

“I wanna take it off already,” he grinned.

“C’mon bro…” I groaned.  “I need a break…”

We fucked three more times that night, but first we curled up on my couch and watched BSG.

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I hit a button and our livestream started.

“Hey guys,” I grinned with easy confidence.  “I’m Zach.”

“I’m Jackson,” my boyfriend matched my energy.  “And today we’re playing Ocarina of Time.”

“Well, he’s playing it,” I chuckled.  “I’m gonna sit here and bombard Jackson with tips.”

“But like… just the tip,” Jackson winked at the camera.

“Save it for the OnlyFans,” I laughed.

And the chat went wild.