6 comments/ 15517 views/ 0 favorites Eugene By: TxRad Eugene sat on the old wooden bench in the dark back corner of the city park. The old .44 magnum pistol he had stolen from his grandfather was a cold dead weight in his lap. It was loaded and cocked. All Eugene needed was the nerve to use it. When you are forty, short, fat, ugly, and have a small dick what kind of a future do you have? Add the wimpy nerdy name of Eugene on top of all that and the answer is obvious-- none. Shunned, ridiculed, and unloved, the answer blew cold and hollow through his soul. With a shivering sigh, Eugene picked the massive gun up and opened his mouth. It's massive weight made him hold it with both hands as he brought the barrel around and up. As he started to stick it in his mouth he froze. "No way!" he muttered. He could see the cops when they found his lifeless body and the smirks and grins on their cruel faces. "What a Homo," they would say. It would look like he was sucking on a big shiny steel dick. There had been enough of the name calling in his life. He sure didn't want more in his death. Sliding forward on the bench, he stuck the end of the barrel under his chin and rested the gun on his chest. He tilted his head back so the top of it lined up with the barrel. This would be the best way to make it quick and painless. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly to calm his nerves and to try and steady his shaky in his hands. "Hell, it'll be so quick I won't even hear the gun go off." He reassured himself in a voice that held a quiver of fear. A sudden muffled female scream off to his right made him jump so hard he would have pulled the trigger if his finger had been on it. As it was, he almost dropped the big gun. Standing up, Eugene peered into the dark trying to see where the scream came from. He caught a glimpse of motion between two bushes down the hill toward the lake. There were lights at the picnic area and on the fishing pier that backlit that area. He could now make out the silhouettes of two people holding a third down. Eugene felt his anger rise as his mind made the jump to two men raping some poor helpless woman. The weight of the big gun in his hand made him raise it up and sight down the barrel. His hands were shaking. It was to far and he had never even fired a gun before. He took off in that direction in his shuffling, rolling, waddling excuse for a run. He hated his body but his hatred for bullies of all sizes and types was even stronger. He had been on the receiving end all his life. Tonight would be different. He had come here to kill himself so he had nothing to lose and the gun made him feel powerful and strong for the first time in his miserable life existence. Tonight would be a pay back in hot lead. The hot lead line brought a daydream quality to the night as scenarios of him saving the girl and her falling in love with him as her hero played in his mind. Even his wheezing labored breathing didn't break in on the mood. As Eugene slid to a stop at the edge of the bushes he could see what was going on in more detail. One man had his fingers twisted in the woman's hair and was shoving his dick down her throat. Eugene could hear her gagging. "Take it bitch, take it all." The man said loudly as he pumped his hips even harder. The other man was laying on top of her ramming his dick into her with enough force to make a slapping sound on her thighs and hips. "Yeah bitch, how does eighteen inches of hard hot dick feel? You'll be lucky if we don't meet in the middle." There was no way the woman could reply. Eugene lifted the big gun and yelled, "Freeze Mother fuckers!" "What the fuck?" The man holding the woman's head asked, a startled look on his face. The man between her legs pushed up to his knees and yelled, "Who the fuck is there? Can't you see we're a little busy here?" "Get the fuck away from her or I'll blow your fucking heads off!" Eugene yelled in reply. "Eugene? Is that you? Get your fat little ass out of here before I see just how far I can shove my dick up it." The man at the woman's head said and then laughed. At the sound of the laugh, the big gun in Eugene's trembling hands jerked and damned near hit him between the eyes as it rose up with a deafening roar. The laughing man fell backwards, his arms flying out wide, and then he rolled down the hill a short ways. Eugene quickly brought the gun down, pulled the hammer back with his thumbs, and pointed it at the other man. The man was up on his knees and had his hands out and up. "Hell no!" He yelled as he saw the gun pointing his way as he started to his feet. The woman yelled "No!" just as Eugene pulled the trigger. The heavy bullet spun the man around and he hit the ground face down. When he didn't move, Eugene slowly lowered the big gun and stood there shaking. "You little asshole," the woman screamed at Eugene as she crawled toward the man that had been holding her head. Then she was hugging the man and crying loudly. Confused by the woman's words and actions, Eugene looked at the woman dumbly. After a moment he whispered hoarsely, "I saved your life." When the woman didn't reply, he walked over to the man who had called him by name. Kneeling down he looked at the man's profile closely and then jumped to his feet. It was Harry the bartender at the club on the corner near his apartment. Harry a rapist? That didn't make any sense. Harry had to fight the women off with a stick. He was everything Eugene was not. Harry was tall and muscular with wavy hair and perfect teeth. Turning quickly, he hurried over to the woman who was sobbing on the other man's chest. It was Harry's brother, George. He owned the bar. Then recognition of the woman popped into his mind, Lora, George's wife. "Oh fuck!" Eugene whispered as the gun slipped from his fingers unseen. In a state of shock, Eugene stumbled backwards a couple of steps. What the hell had he done? The answer, murdering two people, chilled him to the bone. He had to fix this, screamed in his brain. Scenario after scenario ran through his mind as he tried to cover his ass. The best one called for him to hit the woman in the head with the gun and then shoot her. He would make it look like the two men raped and killed her After that he would tear his clothes off, roll Harry over and see if he could force Harry's dick up his ass. If he could, then he would suck on George's dick enough to get a little DNA in his mouth. He could claim he killed them when they were raping him. Eugene shook his head. The bodies were too far apart and Lora had George's blood on her clothes. Anyway, the gun would be traced straight back to him. Lastly, he couldn't kill a woman in cold blood. The truth was probably the best defense but he'd still end up doing hard time. That thought made him shake. Bullies he could run and hide from on the outside. In jail they would have him trapped. With a sigh, Eugene picked up the gun and turned to walk back up the hill. "I guess it's back to plan A," he said softly in a flat resigned voice as the dark closed in around him. Eugene the Nerd Pt. 01: Hard Times The Life and Hard Times of Eugene the Nerd Part One: Becoming a Man ***** Eugene was a nerd. He was a nerd from his first day in school as a youngster. School came easy for Eugene. He made straight As his entire time in school. He loved nothing more than to read and learn, and spent all of his free time reading and studying. Eugene was almost devoid of any interest in sports, and would do anything to avoid participating in anything athletic. He spent most of his time indoors and, as a result, he failed to develop physically like the other boys. As a teen, he was vertically challenged. He was always the shortest boy in his grade, with scrawny weak muscles, and a pale white complexion. So, Eugene developed a practice of never letting himself be seen shirtless in public, let alone naked. He did everything possible to get out of gym classes, and always conveniently got the 'belly ache' to get himself out of any shirts-skins games. Puberty arrived early and it was very generous to Eugene. He developed a nice thick triangle of dark brown pubic hair, and dense furry armpit bushes early on, and it gave him a perfectly shaped seven and a half inch long thick dick and a nice furry ball sack with large manly balls. His large cut dick was definitely a shower, rather than being a grower. It was always long, thick and firm even when he was far from being aroused. It was like it was perpetually in at least a semi boned chubby state. It always wanted to stretch out like a large fat firm sausage roll inside his pants, always at an incline either to the left or to the right, never angled down. Eugene was always very self conscious of his huge dick, a dick that any of the other boys would have been very proud to have had as their own. Eugene could have been a stud with all of the girls and the envy of all the guys had the rest of his body not been so pathetically weak and had he not been so terribly shy and modest. As it was though, he was very self conscious and very easily embarrassed by his large genitalia bulge. He hated always having his most private parts, his male sex organs so prominently on display for all to see. He always felt like everyone noticed, tried to steal glances at, and often blatantly stared and gawked at his bulge. Any of the other boys would have proudly flaunted it every chance they got. In private though, he was far from being shy and modest. He quickly discovered the horny pleasures his new pubescent body provided him. He loved to spend time alone in the bathroom, striped naked, admiring and checking out his newly developed furry pubic and pit bushes and he was secretly very proud of his newly developed genitalia He loved exploring his developing body. He loved the new pleasurable sensations he felt when he fondled his dick and balls and nipples and when he inhaled the intoxicating musky odors that now emanated from his sweaty furry armpits and gonads. He often went several days without using deodorant, so he could enjoy his ripe heady man odors in private every chance he got. Eugene was not fat, he was actually scrawny, but he had a soft flabby pot belly that pooched out. All the other guys his age worked hard to develop hard chiseled six pack abs and proudly show them off. In contrast, Eugene's belly was soft and totally defenseless. Even worse, because it pooched out it made a very vulnerable target on a number of occasions where punches were in expectedly thrown into his gut. His large ballsack presented another vulnerable target as well. Even though he avoided rough play whenever possible, these were the middle school years when titty twisters, gut punches, and ball taps were exchanged everyday as boys eagerly flaunted and tested each other's newly testosterone enhanced manhood. There were several times he'd had his bell rung, dropped to his knees by a hard fist thrown deep into his soft defenseless gut or wide open unprotected ball sack. These were the years that all the other boys learned to keep their abs habitually steeled, hard as rocks, because of the likelihood of hard gut shots coming out of nowhere into their mid sections. Unfortunately, Eugene had no abs to flex and steel, only a soft little pooched out pot belly. The next year, his highschool freshman year, Eugene was in his school's marching band and late in the summer the band went to the state fair band competition. After his band had competed, the band members were given the afternoon to explore the fair. At the end of the day, just before they boarded the bus for the long ride home, per tradition the upper class guys and girls in the band ran down the freshmen in the field where the buses were parked and initiated them one at a time. Eugene was very easy prey. He was not at all a fast runner and he was not about to fight the group that ran him down. He quickly succumbed and stood trembling, surrounded by about ten older boys and girls. The older kids told him his best option would be to fully to cooperate with them. They were going to have their fun with him regardless of whether he cooperated and just sucked it up and took it, or chose to resist and fight, so he might as well just do everything they wanted and he wouldn't get hurt. This was actually far from true, though. Eugene was so incredibly shy and modest, always afraid and embarrassed for others to see his unclothed body, especially a group of older boys and girls from his school, that he was actually going to be hurt emotionally a lot. He would in fact be terribly humiliated during this experience, and he would remember this very embarrassing experience for the rest of his life. First, the older kids told him to take off his shirt. Eugene trembled as he reached down and quickly pulled it off over his head. He did so all the while keeping his arms down as much as possible. He was so humiliated as he was now being forced to expose, for all to see, his body that he was so ashamed of because it was so weak and scrawny. Even worse, because he was so shy and modest he really did not want to everyone to see what puberty had so generously done to his body. He wanted so bad to keep his nipples and soft pooched belly, his armpit hair which he could feel was now dripping wet with his nervous sweat and he was sure his armpits were really ripe with his manly armpit musk, and even worse, the huge sausage shaped bulge in his pants created by his mature genitalia that he was so ashamed for anyone to see was now in full view of everyone. He handed his shirt to the kids and held his scrawny arms straight down against his sides so that his armpits were closed tight and his hands covered most of his sex bulge. At first the older kids were content with just checking out his naked upper body. The girls took turns pinching and tweaking the pale sensitive nubs in the center of his dark pink nipples. Eugene had played with his nipples so much in private that they were now very well conditioned to respond immediately by getting hard. Making matters worse, Eugene's nipples were hard wired to his dick. His dick always got a stiffy whenever his nipples did. Since Eugene's big cock was a shower, it was perpetually semi hard anyway, and it always stretched upward to one side or the other in his white briefs. Whenever it became aroused it always grew slightly larger and stood up proudly, vertically, fat and hard against his soft belly. Eugene was always very embarrassed when he had a boner bulge in his pants and he was around others. When his dick was boned vertically it always stretched his briefs and pants to the limit, and oftentimes it seemed to slither like a big chubby snake I nside his shorts crawling up his soft belly trying to force its swollen mushroom head up between his waistbands and and his belly to poke itself out in the open, like a submarine periscope boldly poking out above the surface to have a look around. For that reason, Eugene usually left his shirts untucked so that his one eyed friend could do so, if it must, and yet remain unseen by others. One of the girls told Eugene to flex his muscles for them and others chimed in. Eugene had never before flexed his muscles for anyone. He awkwardly held his upper arms to his sides Keeping his armpits closed and hidden made fists and brought his forearms up like he was doing bicep curls. His biceps were actually veiny and well defined but small and weak. They formed small veiny peaks, like miniature biceps, and everyone laughed at them. Several of the girls lifted their sleeves and flexed their biceps holding them beside his. All of the girls had biceps as large and defined if not larger than Eugene's and they roared with laughter at his girly biceps. Then they ordered him to put his hands on top of his head. He was so humiliated and he kept his elbows in front of him as he did still trying to keep his hairy smelly armpits hidden. They told him to spread his elbows out, and as he did his dense armpit hair bushes dripping wet with his musky sweat opened up into view. What Eugene lacked in muscles he made up for in armpit hair. His armpit bushes were sexy, he'd realized that a couple of years ago, and his manly pit musk smell was a definite turn on for him, and now for the girls. They played with his armpit fur and nipples. Eugene could smell his armpit musk, it was thick in the air around him, and he knew everyone else did as well. One of the girls said, "oh my gosh Eugene, you are so cute. He's just like a little boy." Other girls echoed the little boy remark. The guys were mostly just laughing at Eugene in his embarrassing situation. Eugene's face was beet red, and his nervous perspiration was dripping down his bare chest and belly in torrents. Eugene felt incredibly violated, totally humiliated. The girls loved playing with his "cute little nipples" and laughed at how hard they had gotten. Eugene could feel that his dick was now stretched out and sticking up vertically and that the very sensitive fat head of his cock was now squeezed between his soft sweaty belly and the tight elastic waistband of his shorts. It was stretching the elastic waistband and he could feel the coolness of air touching his throbbing dickhead. He knew it was now visibly poked up and almost out. He could not believe they had not spotted it. He hoped so badly that it would go unnoticed. How would he ever be able to face these kids again knowing they had all seen his most private naked genitals? Too late! Just then a couple of the girls squealed out excitedly, "hey, look at his penis! There it is! See it?" The guys quickly joined in roaring with laughter, "damn Eugene, how long is that thing? You never told us you were hung like a racehorse!" Eugene was now so utterly devastated and humiliated. He wanted so badly for this to just be some horrible nightmare. The situation was totally out of Eugene's control. He tipped his head forward and what he saw was his personal worst nightmare. He could see that his entire mushroom shaped cockhead and the part of his cock shaft that bore his circumcision scar was now in everyone's full view. He could see and feel that it was throbbing with his pulse. His pee slit was spread wide to allow his precum juices to drool out and down his shaft, and his hairless soft belly was covered with his sticky precum goo. He tried to protest, but to no avail, and in seconds he felt his shorts and briefs being pulled down and then falling to his knees. Even though his dick was now free of any support from the elastic waistbands, it did not move hardly at all. His genitals, to his dismay and embarrassment, were now more aroused than ever before in his life and his dick remained standing up vertical and pulsing pressed against his soft belly pooch. Nobody ever actually touched Eugene's dick, but it was so aroused, chubbed and throbbing, and Eugene was so extremely modest and a virgin that just the experience of seeing his dick so aroused and everybody watching it was enough to cause him to have the biggest orgasm of his life in front of all these classmates. His virgin dick was so hypersensitive, and him now fully naked and surrounded by the group of completely clothed onlookers caused a sexual sensory overload that was too much for Eugene. He could feel his heavy balls, always full of his youthful sperm, tighten and lift themselves and he felt them release his built up gigantic load. He felt his huge wad travel to the base of his cock, and he could feel his shaft expand as the huge load of his cum worked its way up his shaft to his slit, and then out shot spurt after spurt after spurt of his hot milky cum splattering all over his naked chest and belly. Several spurts of his sticky cum shot into the air and splattered on the guys and girls standing around him as well. Premature ejaculations aren't at all unusual for young pubescent first timers, but this was a pre- premature ejaculation. No one had actually even touched his junk. Eugene just stood there red faced in disbelief. He was so humiliated, naked, his most private parts, his penis and testicles, his naked chest with his nipples hard and aroused, his bushy armpits ripe with his most personal and private body odors, his body's fluids and sperm everywhere. And everyone had witnessed the hottest orgasm of his life, a most personal and private act and moment that he never wanted anyone to see outside of him solitarily enjoying it in his private bathroom. He felt so violated and ashamed of his mutinous body and genitals allowing itself to become so aroused and put on this sexual performance in front of all of his friends and classmates against his will. Eugene would never forget this day, this event in his life. He didn't realize it yet, but this would be about the last day in the life of Eugene the helpless scrawny nerd. Eugene would no longer remain a nerdy wimp, weak and defenseless. Eugene was about to enter a later than average growth spurt. Eugene's body and blood stream in the days and weeks ahead was soon to be flooded with a huge surge of testosterone as his body prepared itself for manhood and, he didn't know it yet, but he would soon be riding this testosterone tsunami, and he was about to quickly learn to leverage it and use it to muscle his body up and morph himself into Eugene the muscle stud. To be continued... Eugene the Nerd Pt. 02: Shaping Up THIS STORY IS PURELY BULLSHIT FICTION, EVEN MORE POTENTIALLY OFFENSIVE, SOME MAY FIND IT HOMOEROTIC. IT IS INTENDED ONLY FOR MATURE, OPEN MINDED READERS The Life and Hard Times of Eugene the Nerd Part Two: Shaping Up ***** Eugene's world was from now on, since his humiliating initiation experience, profoundly changed. Eugene had been very emotionally, personally, and sexually violated. Out of this, Eugene walked away with a "what the hell" attitude toward having his partially or fully naked body being seen by others. In fact, Eugene quickly became a legend in his school as word of his large male endowment spread. Even though he was still a skinny nerdy lightweight, he was shown a new degree of respect by the girls now eager to be with him, and the guys who now respected him as a very well hung male stud. Furthermore, Eugene now realized just how defenseless he had become by avoiding anything to do with physical exercise and athletics. He now was certain of two things: since he had become an overnight male sex legend he longed to develop his body to better live up to his role as a stud, and he never wanted to be in the position of being puny, weak, and utterly defenseless and unable to defend himself again. This would not mean that Eugene would give up being a bookworm, science loving nerd. He still loved reading and learning and studying, but these days his young man's veins coursed with testosterone and he had a newfound lust for taking chances, having his developing body tested and pushed to new limits physically, becoming a man. For the first few months, Eugene was a developing 'in the closet' stud. Unlike before, he was not ashamed for others to see his body, but he wanted to mold and sculpt it some first. Eugene started by working on his little pot belly and diminutive biceps. He did hundreds of sit-ups, crunches, and leg lifts, and he installed a chin-up bar in his closet doorway so he could workout hard in private. As his abs developed he added weight to his crunches starting with using textbooks as weights, then his dog which did not work out so well, and then large concrete retaining blocks that he found out in his backyard. His abs developed surprisingly quickly. All the exercise kept him lean, and the baby fat in his "cute little" pot belly melted away in the first month and with the weighted crunches his now well defined six pack abs were forced to bulk themselves up becoming hard knots of muscle, nicely chiseled and defined like in the pictures of Roman gladiators. Likewise, his arms and shoulders and chest quickly added bulk and definition to meet the new demands of performing the large numbers of chin-ups and push-ups. Eugene found that he was quickly rewarded for his efforts as his body seemingly in no time morphed into the body of a sculpted athlete. He suddenly found a new passion for running in his neighborhood. The running quickly developed his lower body, and speed and endurance and he discovered that he now loved to run shirtless in just running shorts and shoes to work on his tan and proudly show off his new manly body. He still worked hard in school and studied and read a lot, but he learned to work an hour or two of strenuous exercise into his daily routine. He generally did multiple sets of weighted chin-ups, push-ups and ab crunches of sit-ups to failure... Until he could do no more. Then he went for a three mile run that included some interval sprints. All of this shirtless and proud for all to see. He really enjoyed running and working out guerrilla, proudly free-balling, when he worked out and ran. He loved feeling his manhood flopping around freely in his shorts and he knew his large man-junk put on an impressive display that he was quite proud to show off. Besides that, the airy free space in his shorts felt good to his sweaty junk. His reward was at the end of this routine when he returned home. He always returned to his bedroom and did a couple more sets of chin-ups and push-ups to get his arms and pecs hard and pumped again. Then more weighted sit-ups to pump up his abs. Then he went to his bathroom and practiced muscle poses and checked out his progress. His young dick always responded by becoming hard as a rock and throbbing with his pulse, and finally he worked out his right biceps and forearm by flogging his sweaty sausage until it spunked all over his pumped chest and abs. It proved to be a very effective workout routine indeed. Eugene found that not just his growing muscles, but also his sweaty dick were pumped up and highly aroused after his run and final sets of chin-ups and push-ups. His favorite muscles were his biceps and his washboard abs. He always saved his last sets for his abs. He hated his old little fat pot belly. Now he could look down and see his meaty cut abs. He loved to punish his abs until they screamed in burning pain for him to stop. He loved to imagine that he was being held prisoner, stripped of all his clothing and forced at knife point to do punishing sets of ab crunches to satisfy his captors or else suffer the pain of their knife slicing his "pretty boy" abs. His six pack pooched out a little, but it was lean solid muscle. The girls loved his ab pooch, and many times girls and sometimes guys asked him to lift his shirt so they could feel up his flexed rippled abs. Oftentimes thinking of this when he was sweaty and naked doing sit-ups with his hard dick bouncing on his hard abs, his hands locked behind his head and the air thick with his fresh musky armpit smell, watching his sweaty biceps sweat and bulge with each upward part of a sit-up, watching his muscular deep pits and dark hairy pit bushes glistening with beads of his sweat, was all it took to push him over the edge. Like he was being forced to do sit-ups until his tortured abs failed him, seeing his hard throbbing sweaty dick, it's reddish blue mushroom head swollen and drooling his precum goo onto his ripped belly, he was overcome with the pain in his abs combined with the intense pleasure of orgasm. This was his favorite way to cum. Finally his abs were at their breaking point, and his dick and balls were aroused to the max begging for release. His exhausted body was finally forced to surrender to a huge long wave of intense tingling pleasure. He could feel its epicenter, his swollen sweat balls, and from there it radiated out to every part of his body. For the next several moments the burning pain in his abs and biceps and the tired aching in all of his muscles was completely forgotten. All he could feel was intense tingling pleasure. Someone could smash in his face with their fist and he couldn't have cared less. He loved to look down at his visibly pumped but totally wasted abs, covered with pools of his mixed milky cum and hot smelly sweat. To be continued... Eugene the Nerd Pt. 03: Conflicted THIS STORY IS PURELY BULLSHIT FICTION, EVEN MORE POTENTIALLY OFFENSIVE, SOME MAY FIND IT HOMOEROTIC. IT IS INTENDED ONLY FOR MATURE, OPEN MINDED READERS The Life and Hard Times of Eugene the Nerd, Part 3: Sizing Up The competition Eugene, the same nerdy young man who would feign a belly ache to get out of playing in a shirts vs skins basketball game for the fear of being seen shirtless in his wimpy days, suddenly developed a love for gym class. He had morphed his scrawny weak body into the body of an athlete. Because he had avoided participating in any competitive sports growing up, he lacked the skills developed over the years growing up to be very good in sports like basketball, and because he had shot up so quickly from being just over 5 feet tall to now being six feet tall in just the last few months, his physical coordination these days was lacking. He also was not naturally gifted with athletic talent, but despite that he now yearned to be an athlete. His body was now raging with an abundance of testosterone, and that plus his daily hard workouts had transformed him from being a short skinny soft pot bellied ectomorph to being more of a filled out lean and muscular mesomorph. His chest, shoulders, and arms had bulked up significantly. Physically, he now looked like and was treated like a formidable athlete. When teams were picked in gym class, Eugene was now, for the first time of his life, on the radar. He was often now one of the early picks rather than the last pick that neither team wanted. Eugene loved being a desired athlete, but he knew that would quickly change if he failed to be a large contributor to any team he was on. He realized it was not enough to just look like a jock, he had to be a jock. He learned very quickly that being a hard nosed, gritty, physically tough hard player could make up for those athletic skills he lacked. He quickly learned to be a team player, fearless, always willing to physically lay his body on the line for the team. Playing smash mouth was easy to learn, and he found that he loved the physical contact. His testosterone was raging, and he loved, no he LUSTED for taking chances and putting his body on the line physically, in fact just thinking about it gave him a raging hardon, just like he got when he put his abs through merciless sets of weighted crunches. He felt unexplainably exhilarated and he actually became highly sexually aroused during tough physical competition and combat. For Eugene, his urge to compete athletically was becoming blurred with his youthful sexual urges. He couldn't get enough of either one. Physical pain was now becoming associated with sexual, sensual pleasure. Privately, his most blissfully intense orgasms were when he exerted himself to the point of pain or when he actually inflicted his body with pain, for example by pinching his tender nipples or punching his flexed abs hard with his fist before and as he came. Still a virgin other than to his own right hand, Eugene was now at the age that he thought about sex 24/7/365. He loved going shirtless and showing off his new body. He loved that he was often stared at and being treated like a sex object. It was now common for girls his age and older to flirt with him, to teasingly grope his butt, and to lean into him so they could feel up and often times grind their body against his large 'package' and yet they would try to make it seem to have been an accident, unintentional. He knew that he had never been "accidentally" bumped into and rubbed up against at any other time in his life. Eugene quickly learned that he could easily have his pick out of the many MILF cougars that obviously prowled the school. As Eugene the wimpy nerd, he was totally oblivious to this, but now that he had the body of a jock AND word had gotten around that he had the cock and balls of a racehorse stud, many MILF cougars had made it obvious to him that they were available. "Maybe he should quit school, find himself a hot, rich sugar momma and become her boytoy," he mused to himself. All he would have to do is provide his muscled body and big dick and balls to use for her pleasure whenever and however she wanted it. But Eugene always kept things in perspective. Unlike so many other "jocks", he was still every bit as driven on the academic side of things as he was the physical side. He loved the experience of being a jock, and he wanted to ride that wave in his life for as long as it lasted. Eugene's favorite movie was now "Fight Club". He often fantasized about actually joining a fight club and duking it out shirtless and dripping sweat with other sweaty muscled jocks, in a room surrounded by a bunch of muscled studs hungry for combat, the heady stench of sweaty male armpits and ballsacks filling the room. He loved fantasizing about girls, and he longed for that right time in his life to have a hot girl to make love to like any straight male his age does, but he now found himself interested in guys as well. Not in the way he did about girls, but more like an aspiring buck male in a herd sizes up the other males, ready go balls out into any fight, anytime, with any other male buck in the herd in order to gain, elevate, or defend his male supremacy. Eugene definitely liked looking at and checking out other males' bodies. He respected other guys who had bulging biceps and pecs, defined rippled abs, and strong sinewy legs knowing and appreciating first hand now what it took to get them. He loved to size other guys up, if they were not shirtless, he stripped them down in his mind, and the thought of a fight with another shirtless muscled sweaty stud always chubbed him up. He had learned to accept that his dick usually boned up hard when he saw another muscled guy, and he had learned to take measures to try to keep that hidden. Since his own large dick (and balls) was a shower and much less a grower, he always had a large bulging package suspended between his legs, and his boners therefore weren't that much more prominent than the large visible bulge from his unaroused junk. The main thing he had to worry about was those times when his dick snaked its mushroom head up his belly and under the waste band of his shorts and into the open like a submarine's periscope. He knew that could one day be humiliating around a bunch of guys.The only guys that he ever thought seemed to have noticed it and stared at it were guys that he thought were probably gay themselves anyway, and they never pointed it out to others that were around, but they would often give him a knowing smile and wink of their eye. One of those guys was Bradley! To be continued... Eugene the Nerd Pt. 04 Subject: Eugene the Nerd 4 THIS STORY IS PURELY BULLSHIT FICTION, EVEN MORE POTENTIALLY OFFENSIVE, SOME MAY FIND IT HOMOEROTIC. IT IS INTENDED ONLY FOR MATURE, OPEN MINDED READERS The Life and Hard Times of Eugene the Nerd, Part 3: The Workout Partner Eugene always wanted to be a "normal" straight sexually. He knew that he was attracted to girls, no doubt about that, but he was also very interested in checking out other guys. He always wanted to think of his interest in other males as just a part of his alpha male competitive drive. He loved to compete physically with other in shape, athletic males so it should be natural for him to always be aware of and sizing up other males since they were his natural adversaries, opponents that could threaten his male dominance. He loved looking at other shirtless and naked males, and he liked it even better when they were pumped up, sweating and musky following workouts and competitions. Almost as much fun as the sports, working out, and competition itself was the time spent in the lockerroom and showers afterwards. He was spending hours a week communing with other jocks, sharing intimately not just the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat, but also stories of each other's personal lives and experiences, and each other's most personal thoughts and feelings. They joked, laughed and at times cried together. They learned to be there for each other like brothers. They kept very little hidden from each other physically. They were constantly seeing, smelling, and touching each other's bodies naked bodies. For one naked guy to punch, swat, pinch or grab another naked guy's body was an everyday occurrence in the locker room and showers. For a naked guy to suddenly tackle or wrestle another naked guy was just a part of their playful lockerroom fun and horseplay. To do so and pop a boner was not even unusual, and just a part of the fun and joking around. The hard part was to be able to tell when another guy had an interest in anything more than that. Somewhere there was most often a line, no matter how blurry it may at times be, that to ever cross that line with the wrong guy would be a very costly and very often unforgivable mistake. Bradley, like Eugene, was a late blooming jock. Like Eugene, he had come to love athletics and sports in his later teens. Like Eugene, he did not play on any of the official college teams, but he had a passion for working out, building muscle and becoming fit, and he loved playing intramural sports. He and Eugene had played both together and against each other in intramurals. They had gotten to know each other pretty well, and they had an obvious mutual admiration and respect for each other physically. Things had started with both stealing fleeting glances of each other that would easily have been blown off as nothing. Then there were casual physical touches: hand on the shoulder, hand squeezing a bicep, playful punch to the gut or twist of a nipple. You can usually sense when you have gotten close to that line, but with the two of them each look and touch always led to a longer look, a longer squeeze, a touch to a more private body part. Both Eugene and Bradley were no longer afraid to blatantly stare and visually inspect the other on the playing field, in the gym, and in the lockerroom and showers, even when they were fully naked. Playful gut punches and titty twists were now reciprocated with playful ass slaps and ball grabs. These were very close to the line, but still considered acceptable in the lockerroom so long as the recipient does not object, and it happens infrequently. Eugene knew he had made all the subtle moves that gym etiquette allow. Even if Bradley never objected, anymore and they might be branded as sweethearts, another line that he never wanted to cross. One Friday afternoon, the university's student athletic center was nearly empty before a long weekend off. All of Eugene's buddies had gone home for the weekend, so he worked out with weights alone. After a few minutes, Bradley showed up in the weight room and started working out. They both were wearing tank tops they had cut out of old tshirts, so they were cut off short with oversized arm and neck holes that left a lot exposed. They greeted each other, and with no one else in the room, they stared freely at each other's sweating bodies. Eugene went over to the bench press, and set up the bar and weights. After doing warmup sets, Eugene added weights now close to his max. He took a seat on the bench and, as he laid back, Bradley came over volunteering to spot him. Eugene was happy to have the spot. Now he could try for a new max. He asked Bradley to add the weights, and then Bradley assumed his spotter's position. Eugene looked up and saw that he had a great view looking up Bradley's loose shirt to see his hard ripped abs and pecs and dark nipples. He also had a great view of Bradley's bushy armpits and biceps. The air was thick with both his and Bradley's armpit musk. Then, just before he started the bench press, he noticed Bradley had his legs spread wide, and his loose fitting gym shorts were gaped away from his legs giving a wide open view of Bradley's package. Since they were alone, Eugene had no reservation about being seen looking up Bradley's shorts. What shocked him though was to see Bradley's naked junk dangling freely. Eugene laughed out and brazenly blurted out, "going commando, are we?" Bradley, very immodestly in fact flauntingly thrust his hips back and forth causing his sweaty junk to flop back and forth as he proudly retorted without any hesitation, "you bet! Like what you see?" As he did, drops of Bradley's ball sweat were shaken off and falling in Eugene's face. Eugene big dick instantly hardened and pitched a tall tent in his sweaty shorts. There was now no doubt that they were both mutually interested exploring and taking things further. Eugene's baldy response was "I've seen girls with bigger junk than yours!" That did it, Bradley's dick which happened to be a grower grew to pitch a large tent of its own. After Eugene grabbed the bar and pumped out two reps at a weight more than he had ever done before throwing the bar like it weighed nothing onto the rack without any need for a spotter, Eugene boldly reached up Bradley's gaping shorts leg hole and grabbed him by his hairy ball sack. Bradley, obviously in pain fought not to show it and take it like a man. He smiled and looked down at Eugene and said, "is that all you've got? Let's take this to the mats!" With that, Eugene released Bradley's nutsack, smiled back equally cockily, and said, "let's do it!" as he hopped up from the bench. They both headed to an exercise room that had a wall to wall matted floor. Like everywhere else, they were all alone. They both removed their shirts but kept their shorts on, and they went at it wrestling. They both had huge heavy erections flopping around in their shorts, but Eugene's was being futilely retrained by his jockstrap with was stretched out so much it might have ripped. Both of them had really no wrestling experience, so they clumsily wrestled away. What they lacked in experience, they made up for in muscle strength, endurance, and sheer determination. Eugene started wrestling honestly and fairly as best he knew how, but Bradley twice caught him with hard gut punches unexpectedly, hurting him deep in his gut and knocking the wind out of him both times. Then Bradley grabbed Eugene by his ballsack and using it to force Eugene down and onto his back on the floor. Eugene was at Bradley's mercy. Bradley made it obvious that Eugene had to move the way Bradley wanted him to, or risk a very serious injury to his testicles. Bradley was holding nothing back from his crushing and ripping hold on Eugene's poor nutsack. Bradley obviously could care less whether or not he seriously injured Eugene's delicate testicles. That obviously being the case, Eugene took a deep breath and made the decision to man up. Despite the excruciating pain, he threw Bradley off of him and jumped up literally dragging Bradley along by his stretched out ballsack. Then, spying Bradley's temporarily relaxed pooched out belly, he made a fist and drove it deep into Bradley's soft relaxed gut. Eugene threw the punch straight into Bradley's soft navel and drove it in deep and up so that his navel had to be stretched to where it was under his sternum. Bradley's unprepared abs were soft and offered no protection, and Eugene felt and heard Bradley's guts sloshing around inside him. Eugene looked up and saw that Bradley's eyes were wide open and bugging out. There was no doubt that Eugene had just seriously rung Bradley's bell. Bradley immediately let go of Eugene's nuts and he fell to the mat in the fetal position cradling his injured belly. Leaving Bradley no chance to recover, Eugene looked down and seeing Bradley's exposed junk dangling out in the open (Bradley was still going commando) he grabbed it and stretched it up above him until it lifted Bradley up from the floor. Like Bradley, Eugene had abandoned any and all concern for actually injuring Bradley's family jewels. But then something really odd happened. Eugene still had a painful death grip on Bradley's stretched out nads that appeared ready to rip from his body. Bradley appeared to be flailing helplessly in extreme pain, yet Eugene realized his hard dick has throbbing and his hips were thrusting in rhythm with the throbbing of his dick. Bradley, his balls still in Eugene's hand was ready to cum. Eugene watched in amazement at the site as gobs of his white stringy cum shot out onto his battered belly. Bradley was now was out for the count. He hastily tapped the mat, clearly ready to give up, totally spent. Yes, he had literally shot his wad, in fact the remnant of it was still stringing from his dick. Eugene was so stoked. He looked down at Bradley and admired the defeated warrior's sculpted muscles. His shorts were twisted around so that all of Bradley's very nice sized junk was still exposed. Bradley's dick still was hard as a rock. This is the first time that Eugene had ever seen another guy's hard dick close up, or anyone's dick, other than his own, this close up for that matter. His circumsized dick was chubbed up large and proud with bulging veins, and it had a big swollen purple mushroom head just like his own did. His cock was dripping wet with his sweat, and there was a string of cum dangling from his pee slit. Eugene was always turned on at the sight of his own boned up dick, but for the first time he knew he was turned on up at seeing his buddy's aroused dick. Eugene wanted badly to play with Bradley's beaten body. He didn't understand it, but he had greatly enjoyed having his own testicles hurt mercilessly by Bradley, and then hurting Bradley, and now watching Bradley suffer, his battered genitals helplessly exposed. He had never before realized how truly vulnerable his own and other guy's genitals were. A guy's testicles were such a weakness. In the wrong person's hands, they could be like kryptonite is to superman. He reached down, grabbed Bradley with his hands in his armpits, and helped him get to his feet. After that, even the smell of Bradley's sweaty pit musk on his own hands was a turn on. Bradley reached down and straightened out his gym shorts so that his junk was once again modestly covered up. Bradley's dick was also still rock hard, and they were both hungry for more physical contact, time and adventures together. They both knew that this was going to be an incredibly fun weekend. But for now, they just headed back to the lockerroom and the showers. The lockerroom was totally empty when they went back. They were back to playfully rough housing around. Bradley said that he would be free all weekend. Eugene replied that he was too. Bradley said his parents had a cabin in a woods not far from campus, and he suggested that they could go there and have some fun. Neither knew exactly what the fun would be, but they were both very eager to get out in the country where they could be alone and find out. They both decided to skip showers as they both confessed that they were really turned on by each other's sweat and musk. They headed in out haste for the country and all sorts of possible fun adventures together. Eugene's Fantasy He walked hesitantly towards the door, reminding himself that he needed this tonight. Today's episode kept running through his mind. His long term affair with his secretary of ten years had ended. Her husband had gotten a promotion but they had to move across the country for his new position. So Ms. Proctor turned in her resignation and told him that she was pregnant and that he could be the father. She thought she would be comforting him by saying that she asked nothing of him and that jack would raise him. Denise was happily married but she had been restless for a while and her boss, Mr. Humperdink, had what it took to calm her. Her husband never suspected a thing or never let it show if he did. They were their own kind of perfection. Eugene Humperdink finally reached the entrance of the cat house, shaking he closed his eyes and a calming breath before entering. "Hey Mack, you coming in or what?" a gruff voice asked, startling Eugene. "Um-um-um," Eugene cleared his throat. "I'm coming in." The bouncer opened the door and held out his hand for the cover charge, "Five dollars." "For what?" "For what? Whaddya mean, for the cover that's what. Five dollars pay it or get out of here before I bash your face in." Eugene quickly gave the man the money and proceeded to the booth at the end of the hall. Straightening his bow tie and glasses he came up close to the round circle cut out of Plexiglas window, "Good evening." His voice was weak with fear. "Whatcha want?" Trying to pretend to be cool he slouched a little gave a half smirk and asked, "Whatcha got?" "Listen bub I ain't got time for games. Tell me what you want or get out." Eugene's meekness returned to him and he shyly stated, "I don't know what I want. I've never been to a place like this before." The old wrinkly bitter woman on the other side of the glass chuckled a bit, the cigarette in her mouth bobbed. The raspy voice of a longtime smoker filled her lungs as she spoke, "A newbie huh? Ok, newbie here' how the game's played. I'm gonna give you a list of girls that are available and pick one." "I'm just picking a name?" "Look we're working on the system, ok? Right now all you got is a name and a picture. Better for you Newbie?" "Well, I guess." "Rates vary per girl; they have their own menu of goodies with their own prices. Here, this is the list of girls currently available." She handed over the print out of beautiful working girls. The poses were mostly nudes focusing on their best feature, and all had hypnotizing smoldering gazes. After looking over them all intensely Eugene picked one, "I'll take her." He handed back the list. "She's pretty." Eugene blushed a little; he hadn't been this expressive since the last night he and Denise made love. He had told her he loved her and she had cried, leaving immediately. "Nice choice, Constance will be gentle with you, I'll buzz her." Eugene took a deep breath. He listened to the woman's conversation with, whom he guessed was Constance, on the other end of the phone. "Hey hun. . . Yeah, he's a newbie. . . yeah, real timid," she laughed after a short pause. "You running that kind of game tonight. . . I don't know if he'll go for that. . . Yeah, could be right about that." Eugene's shoulders slumped lower as well as his self-esteem. "Hey buddy," the receptionist beckoned. "You got a second choice?" Eugene's broken heart bled as tears threatened to flow but he cleared his throat, "No, if she doesn't want me I'll just go home." "Ain't that buddy, we just don't think you'll like her theme for tonight or the game she's running." "If I don't like it I'll pay her what I owe her and then I'll go home." "Ok buddy, it's your dime," she responded and relayed the message to the person on the phone. "Ok, she'll be down in a minute." "Ok." "Are you Catholic?" "Do what?" "Hi there, I'm Constance," the brunette said as she descended the stairs. Long shiny hair, exotic tan features and miles of legs. She wore a black silk robe, fire engine red lipstick and the color of her eye shadow was a dark but bright blue color setting off her matching eyes. Eugene could do nothing but stare; he looked from the perfectly sculpted eyebrows down to the luscious mouth, full and firm breasts, thick but not fat core, blooming pelvis, olive colored legs, and the blue toenails that peeked out of the black furry stiletto heels. "Wow." Constance laughed; walking up to him she slipped an arm around his, "What's your name hun?" "It's- it's Eugene, Eugene Humperdink," he swallowed hard. "Ok Eugene, well when we get upstairs to my room, we'll talk about what you're looking for, prices, and work from there, ok?" "Ok." Constance led Eugene back up the stairs to her private room. She shot a look over her shoulder to the woman at the booth and mouthed 'Eugene Humperdink' which made both women chuckle. The booth lady shook her head. Once in the room Constance sat Eugene down on her bed and brought over the vanity chair directly in front of him but before she sat down herself she made sure he was comfortable, "You thirsty Eugene? I have a beer if you want one." "Oh no thank you ma'am, but if you have water I'll take some." "Sure sweetie," Constance made her way to the little fridge in the room. "So tell me something about yourself Eugene?" "What would you like to know? Because honestly, there's not much to tell." "Oh I'm sure there is," Constance replied. "Oh no the most outrageous thing I've ever done was sleep with my secretary who's happily married. She resigned today; her husband got a promotion that requires them to move cross country. She's pregnant and it might be mine but I'll never know. I loved her." Constance sat back in her chair, stunned, "If that was the most outrageous thing I'd hate to hear your other stories." "No that's it. I was a nerd in high school, a nerd in college. I kept to myself, no real friends, good relationship with my parents and my family. I'm an only child and I didn't lose my virginity until after I started my own businesses to Denise, my secretary." "Wow." "What?" Eugene asked. He didn't realize he had zone out while talking. "How long had your affair with Denise lasted before she decided to end it?" "Ten years. She told me after we'd made love for the first time that I was the best she'd ever had and that I was a quick learner." "Mmhmm," Constance listened closely to gain information needed to fulfill his pleasure. "I feel like I'm talking to a shrink." "Good I'll charge you double." Eugene made a nervous laugh then looked down into his lap. "I was just kidding, the shrink session is free," Constance tried to rectify. "Eugene, sweetie, relax, because I'm here for you and your pleasure. We dn't do anything you're not comfortable with. Ok? So why don't we talk about what you want out of this and I'll name my price." Eugene replied with a shrug of the shoulders, "Okay." Satisfied with the answer Constance began to pry into this man's mind, "All right handsome, what are you into?" "Well," Eugene cleared his throat. "Denise and I weren't very exploratory, boring really, when compared to others." "Explain it to me further." "You know, the usual positions, we'd alter though, one or the other on top." "Missionary." "I guess." "Okay, did you two participate in any oral sex? Blowjobs, hand jobs, lick her pussy, finger fuck her, anything like that?" "Yes. It's like you can enjoy the pleasure entirely without distraction and I greatly enjoyed watching Denise while I pleasured her." "Okay, all right," Constance listened intensely. "What about sixty-nine's and titty fucking? Ever did that?" "No. Never thought about that." "Would you be willing to?" "I assume so." "Ok, we can try that tonight if you would like to." "I'll think about it." "Okay," Constance decided to plunge forward. "So what would you like to do tonight?" "Well now that you've got me thinking about the one night that Denise had teased about having fantasy night," Eugene chuckled. "She said that she would get a French maid costume or a Catholic nun or a nurse. I liked the idea of her dressing up as a Catholic nun. I was raised Catholic, went to Catholic school and I had a teacher, she was young and beautiful. I was just a teenager at the time; she had to have been in her twenties. I would dream of her, flirt with her and try to seduce her. I knew I'd never have her but I had a ray of hope." Eugene came back to the present. "Denise never did." "Do you want me to be your nun?" Eugene thought about her offer mixed with his own desire of the past and need of right now, "Yes I would." "Okay," Constance started. "What do you want me to do as your nun?" "I don't know, I need a guiding light." "Okay Eugene, I'll toss out ideas until you're comfortable enough to do it on your own." Eugene agreed, Constance excused herself to prepare or his fantasies. Eugene sat nervously on the bed until Constance came out from behind the curtain. There among the translucent shell shaped beads she posed. Tan legs and latex, she was the smoldering hot nun. The latex dress came mid thigh showing off her shapely legs, the cap sleeves revealed her tone arms. The front of the dress mocked that of a normal habit, her head dawned the same as what nuns would wear. She wore black stilettos and fishnet thigh highs where the tops showed under the dress. "This work for you?" Constance asked seductively. Eugene's jaw dropped, "I don't remember the teachers dressing like that but I wished they would've, I'd have enjoyed class more." Constance laughed as she walked over to the bed. She decided to straddle his lap instead. She stood over him, looking down into his nervous eyes. "Relax Eugene, I'll make a deal with you, if you aren't one hundred percent satisfied with tonight you won't owe me a dime. Okay?" Eugene thought it over, "Yeah, okay." "Good, now unless you've thought of something you'd like to do . . . to me, I'll toss out a couple ideas now." "Right now I'd like to touch you in this, get to know you and your body, if that's all right?" "Sure baby," Constance replied. Eugene wrapped his hands around each of her legs, running them up and down, "You have nice legs, real smooth." "Thanks." Eugene moved his hands over her dress that covered her ass, which was plump but firm. He slid his hands up further along her back, his thumbs brushed against the sides of her breasts. Constance's breath caught in her throat. "Okay?" Eugene asked. "Oh yeah," Constance replied. Eugene began to bring his hands around to cup her breasts fully. "Full and firm, like your butt, I think you're perfect in every way." "No I'm not Eugene, far from it." "Are to me." "You're too kind." "Maybe but its true. You are perfection to me," Eugene spoke while kneading and teasing her breasts. She moaned in pleasure as the heat began to rise in her body, "Okay, I'll let you win." "Lemme see your breasts Constance, I want them," Eugene's voice came out raspy and filled with passion. Constance did as she was asked. Her breasts were full, luscious, and tan with no lines, her nipples were a lighter shade of brown and rock hard from Eugene's caress. "God, you're beautiful," Eugene breathed out as he brought one breast to his mouth. Constance's hands braced her hands on Eugene's shoulders. This urged Eugene on as he teased and suckled her wonderful chest, reveling in the pleasure hi was giving her. "Oh wow, I can't believe she's leaving you," Constance breathed out heavily. Eugene stopped, looked up and Constance met his gaze. "Oh I'm sorry; I didn't mean to bring her into this." "That's okay," Eugene slipped a hand under dress and found lips moist and warm. Constance, her breath sucked in sharply as his hands crept inside her folds of her womanhood. Once again his mouth sought out her nipple as his fingers found her clit and rubbed it till she came with a loud moan. Again he probed a finger deep inside her, bringing out a finger full of glistening cream; sticking it in his mouth he sucked it clean. Constance sat, still straddling his lap. He brought his lips against hers, her tongue parted and invaded his mouth, probing and tasting the flavors her juices mixed with his own. She wrapped her legs around him and he pulled her closer to him so she could feel his growing erection. "I could be wrong but I think I'm in love," Eugene broke the kiss. "I'm willing to sleep on it though." Constance laughed, throwing her head back which Eugene took the opportunity to run kisses down the column of her throat to her shoulder back don to her breasts. "Keep this up and I might run to the same conclusion," Constance whispered in Eugene's ear. Eugene's erection grew to its peek and Constance slid off his lap to kneel on the floor in front of him, spreading apart his legs. Slowly she took in the head of the penis, sucking gently at first then slid down further to take in more until she reached the base, her hands came up and coupled his balls, massaging and fondled them. She sucked harder and tighter being urged on by his moaning which became louder. "C'mere baby, I wanna be inside when I cum," Eugene whispered softly, tugging her to him. Constance came up to his lap, crawling and laying him down in the process. She straddled and together they guided him into her hole. She groaned as he entered her, she began pumping and driving, the urge to cum being the only focus. Hands roamed over body parts and mouths rubbed and planted kisses. "Oh Constance, baby, I'm cumming. I can't hold on anymore," Eugene rasped out. "Eugene just try to hold on a little bit longer, I'm almost there," Constance urged. "Okay baby," Eugene agreed and tried his best to hold on to the edges of his erotic abyss. Constance suddenly bucked ad sat rigid, breathing heavily as her climax overtook her. "Look at me," Eugene said. Constance obeyed as his juices splashed against her walls. "Beautiful," Eugene whispered as she fell on top of him and his arms came around him while he died inside her. "You're the best one I've ever had," Constance complimented him while propping up on his chest. Eugene smile, "I'll bet you've said that to all the men." Constance leaned up, "No Eugene, I haven't." She leaned over him to look him closely in the eye. "In fact, if you'll have me, I love you and would like to have you take me away from here." "Why, don't you like it here?" "I won't be able to work now." "Why not?" "Because I'm pregnant." Eugene's eyes widened, "Why didn't you tell me?! What are you doing working?" Constance laughed, "No silly, I mean that I'm fertile and we didn't use a condom, I'm not on birth control, so we just conceived." "Are you sure?" "Yeah pretty sure." "Let's get you married and get you out of here because I don't share well." "Do you love me?" "Yes, Constance I do." "Good." "Just one question, why me?" "I don't know," Constance replied and then began to think. "I guess I just had this feeling." "Well little mama, let's go."