Something's Different

Chad let out a big yawn as he entered the school halls. Last night he just couldn’t sleep at all. Something in the back of his mind just kept keeping him awake. He didn’t know what it was, but it was wrong. He tossed and turned but nothing seemed to make him feel any better.

“Sup man!” Hunter banged on the back of his locker, waking Chad up for just a second. 

His eyes dropped back to their normal position and he let out another yawn. “Sup,” he groaned.

“What’s crawled up your ass this morning?” Hunter leaned against the locker, not letting it go. He wasn’t one to let people talk to him that way. Even if Chad was a few inches taller and more muscular than him, he didn’t like the attitude.

“Couldn’t sleep last night,” Chad said.

“Too many sexy dreams about little twinks?”

“No,” Chad sneered. “It’s just something was bugging me. Don’t know what. Even tried working out to see if I could wear myself out but then I just got sore…”

“Weird… But my money’s still on the twink theory,” Hunter joked.

Chad raised his fist. “Fuck you dude,” he gave a light swing into Hunter’s arm. “But that reminds me. You know that sight Onlyforfans? I found this super hot chick last night. Dude. You won’t believe it.” 

“Yeah?” Hunter leaned in as Chad brought out his phone. 

“Yeah man. She had the whole shabang. Big tits. Giant ass. Fucking pussy that could go on for days,” he swiped to the picture. But it wasn’t what he expected.

“You sure it wasn’t the twink thing?” Hunter’s joke grew a little more serious as that was what was pictured on the screen. The guy looked to be in his early twenties and was scrawny but with a huge hung dick. It nearly went down to his knees. He wasn’t too tall, but still it was rather impressive for just how large of a member he had. 

Both stared at his trim waist and hairless body. He smiled for the camera with his legs bent and almost inviting them to suck on that thick veiny cock. Hunter bit his bottom lip and then let out a grunt. Chad stared for a second waiting for him to make it into a joke. It took a little longer than it should have. “Dude, what is that on your phone for?”

Chad shoved it back into his pocket. “I don’t know! Someone must be playing a prank on me. I meant to download a picture of a girl but it must have somehow changed.”

“Uh-huh,” Hunter rolled his eyes. “That’s what it was. I’m sure that’s not what you were looking at last night.”

“It wasn’t dude!” Chad shouted and got the attention of everyone in the hall. They looked at him and he toned his voice down. “It wasn’t…”

“Course it wasn’t,” Hunter kept playing with him. “Well, I’m off to class to meet with my girlfriend. You’d better do the same. Oh wait… You don’t have one. Maybe that little boy on your phone will keep you company.”

“Fuck you dude,” Chad pushed at him playfully again. 

Hunter just rolled with it and threw himself into the lockers. “Oh no! You’re overpowering me. What am I ever to do...” 

People looked and Chad held himself back. He just glared for a second but then saw something catch his friend’s eye. Alvin was walking by and Hunter just couldn’t look away. They normally pushed the nerdier guy around a little bit. Trying to toughen him up. But honestly, Chad couldn’t look away either. The second he laid eyes on the guy, they seemed to have locked on. His mouth hung slightly open and air seemed to have trouble entering into him. All he wanted to do was pounce.

It wasn’t until Alvin was covered by other people that Chad came out of the weird trance. “What the fuck?” he looked back at Hunter. 

“What?” Hunter acted innocent. 

“You felt that right?”

“Felt what?” Hunter was trying to play it off, but he hadn’t made a joke at Chad’s expense yet. “Anyways, I’ve gotta get to class. Don’t forget to enjoy those images,” he held his hand to his face and then threw a kiss at him.

Chad didn’t know what he was talking about until he opened up his locker again. It was covered in pictures of guys in all sorts of poses, showing off their dicks and asses. He felt himself looking up and down the pictures, then slamming the locker closed. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked himself. “It’s a prank. That’s all it is.”

But it didn’t describe his sudden interest in the pictures. He could feel it deep down inside him. When he looked at Alvin, it wasn’t the same as it always had been. Not the normal feeling of superiority he had over the nerdier guy, but something else. He grabbed his book bag and just headed to class. 

That weird feeling seemed to have followed him into his anatomy class. He couldn’t quite describe it as he took his seat in the back. Everything felt the same but not. Mr. Cook stood at the front of the class. His arms filled the sleeves of his powder blue polo shirt. Though, looking a bit more that wasn’t all that was filled out. His chest pushed hard against the front, threatening to pop the buttons at any moment. 

Each time the teacher moved it seemed to threaten to pop the buttons open. “Everything alright Chad?” his voice has a timbre that sends a shiver down Chad’s spine. The soft but confident way Mr. Cook asked it made him want to answer.

However, Chad choked the truth down. “Uhh… Yeah,” he lied. What was wrong didn’t make any sense. Mr. Cook was supposed to be a bit overweight, and far shorter than him. But right now his teacher was looking into his eyes. At 6’2” he should have been towering over the other man. “Everything’s fine.”

Mr. Cook stared into him. Almost like he was waiting for the truth. “Ok,” he smiled. The handsome way he did it only made Chad feel a little worse for not telling him the whole truth. “Go have a seat.”

Chad nodded and headed to the back of the classroom to sit down. The desk felt a little smaller than usual. He squirmed as he tried to get comfortable, but couldn’t quite get there. Suddenly he didn’t feel so envious of guys like Ben. The linebacker sitting next to him was a good head taller than he was and built like a bull. Thick muscular chest with a bit of a belly underneath, but every muscle was filled with power. Guys were terrified to be on the other side of him.

But right now he was moving around in his seat more than usual. He seemed to be having the same difficulty as Chad. It made a bit more sense for him though. “Why are you in jeans and steel toed boots?” Chad whispered. “It’s almost summer.”

“I don’t know,” Ben said. “When I woke up this morning, it’s all I had.” He scratched at the thick coating of brown hair on his arms and face. With his stained white wife beater and massive hairy body he looked more like a construction worker than a senior in high school. But that only made beer runs all the easier. Ben could usually act tough and annoyed long enough to be able to buy a couple of cases from the local gas stations without getting carded. 

“Why would you--”

“Boys,” Mr. Cook called their attention. Somehow he looked even buffer. Thick veins were popping out of his biceps all the way down to his forearms. He seemed to have a pump going on, like he’d just finished a workout, but that didn’t make any sense. “Am I boring you?”

“No sir,” the two answered in unison. Chad felt it come out of him and he couldn’t quite explain why. Never had he wanted to call a teacher ‘sir’, but it just came out of his mouth. Ever since last night he’d been feeling like everything was a bit off. But now it was really nagging at him. Especially as he looked around the room.

Mikey in the front of the class was usually a bit more country than the rest of the student’s, but today he was going full out; cowboy boots, ripped jeans and an open plaid shirt with the long sleeves ripped off. It was spread open, but a white sleeveless shirt covered his chest. Next to him was Kyle who was wearing green and brown camo shirt and pants. He even seemed to have cut his long hair to fit the military motif even more. The long blond locks were shaved off and replaced with a crew cut.

But then there were other guys like Devin and Pete who were still just a couple of twinks. Any amount of fat that they might have had was still completely gone, as was any hair any place other than on top of their head. They looked so smooth to the touch. Every strong angle curved and any sort of roughness was carved out to make them look so soft and cuddly.

“Chad?” Mr. Cook called Chad out of his distracted state. The sudden shock made him jump at the call out. “Are you paying attention?”

Chad shook his head a few times, trying to concentrate. “Yes… sir,” he tried to fight it but the formality still slipped out.

“Good. Then how about you be the demonstration. You want to be a bodybuilder, right?”

“Yes… sir. I do,” he answered. Again he couldn’t not add the ‘sir.’ Even concentrating on the word, it still came out of his mouth. But then bodybuilder? Since when was that what he wanted to be? He couldn’t say that he didn’t envy those guys a little bit on TV as they had crowds upon crowds of people screaming and cheering for them to pose. ‘Damn… That’d feel good…’ he grinned at the thought.

“Well, that’s perfect. Come on up,” Mr. Cook said.

“Wha..?” Chad realized he was still in the class room and not on stage with the bright lights shining down on him. He was in the classroom, but all eyes were on him. A bit of nerves hit him, but deep down there was another emotion trying to sneak out; excitement.

Still, he cautiously approached the front of the classroom. Everyone’s eyes seemed to follow each of his steps. His body had to turn slightly to the side to side to be able to fit between the desks. Sweat formed around his brow and under his arms. He could feel it start dripping from his body, staining the front and back of his shirt.

“Very good,” Mr. Cook said. “You’ve been working out well.”

“Yes, I have,” Chad answered. He always worked out hard for football, but hearing it from his teacher, he felt a bit more pride swell within him. His chest seemed to puff out a little more as to brag about his size. 

“All the better,” Mr. Cook smiled. It radiated confidence and control. “Now can you take off your shirt for me?”

Without thinking Chad did that very thing. It was a bit of a struggle, but shimmying back and forth he was able to get it off. Sweat glistened off the massive muscles underneath his shirt. Two heavy pecs hung in front of him with a strong set of abs underneath. His small nipples stiffened at the sudden exposure to the air.

“You’re perfect,” Mr. Cook said. A hand went to Chad’s chest while the other went to his back holding him firmly. 

‘Oh God!’ he screamed inside his head. The soft but firm way he was being held seemed to feel amazing. ‘Don’t!’ he told himself. A pleasure was rapidly working its way through his body as Mr. Cook seemed to touch and caress each and every one of his muscles. It was an explanation for the anatomy class, but Chad was far too distracted from the touches to know what the man was actually saying.

“Can you flex for me?” Mr. Cook asked. The dynamic seemed to be changing. Despite Mr. Cook’s naturally commanding presence, he was starting to sound like he was submitting. That he didn’t want to piss Chad off as he felt those hard muscles. 

Chad raised his arms up and flexed his two massive arms. They were far larger than they needed to be for any standard 18 year old. At least 17 inches round full of firm thick muscles. He looked at them again. ‘Are they… Are they growing?’ he looked and almost felt like the biceps were just a little bit rounder. ‘Damn right. They better keep growing.’

“Now can I pull down your shorts?” Without thinking Chad’s shorts were around his ankles. Mr. Cook leaned over and ran his hands up and down his legs, gripping and squeezing at his thick quads and calves. The teacher’s face was right next to his dick, while his fingers were caressing his ass.

‘Don’t… Don’t do it,’ Chad tried to think of anything else. Anything to get him to go soft. But would he actually do it if he got hard? ‘Don’t think about it! Don’t think about it!’ he screamed inside his head.

“Now what about your posers?”

Chad felt his hands grip the tiny amount of fabric covering his dick. “You gonna suck it?” he didn’t know why that came out. He had tried his best to resist the order, but then that came out instead. His brooding eyes stared deeply into Mr. Cook’s as he felt the gentle caress of the teacher. “I mean… Do I..? Do I have to?” He needed to fight down that temptation. After all he was supposed to be straight.

Mr. Cook smirked at the statement. “Since when have you been so modest?” 

Chad couldn’t help but feel a bit of a rush run through his body as his fingers wrapped around the straps of his navy blue posers. The feeling of having everyone look at his nude body filled him with joy but he couldn’t be naked. Not in front of the class. It wasn’t right.

“What’s wrong?” Mr. Cook continued. “We’re all guys here. And it’s just the graduating class. I’d be surprised if most of them haven’t seen it already.”

‘What?!’ Chad’s eyes were suddenly opened as he looked around. There were only guys there. Each desk was filled with muscle and masculinity or a much smaller and cuter guy sitting there waiting to see him strip completely in front of them. But… But why did it turn him on more? He could feel his blood rushing to the rod between his legs. Seeing each of the guys squirming and trying desperately to act normal but they couldn’t. Their legs were spread wide open to try not to crush what was between them. 

“Go on…” Mr Cook encouraged. His handsome face pressed up against Chad’s hard pecs. He twirled a finger around a sensitive nipple, trying to encourage him even more. “I can make you feel real good.”

It was impossible for the student not to make a sound. Even with all his strength, he suddenly felt so weak. His legs wanted to give out. And his arms wouldn’t listen to him, they wanted to pull them down. ‘Why am I enjoying this?!’ he could feel the sweat dripping over his body even faster. His musk filled the room. 

That’s when the bell rang. Mr. Cook went back to his serious stance. He stood in front of the class and nobody moved. “Oh well. Maybe next class we’ll dive deeper into sexual anatomy. Until then make sure to read chapter 18 and be ready for a quiz on Friday. Otherwise, class dismissed.”

The students grabbed their book bags and headed for the door. They seemed to be model students, walking in a line without making too much noise. Chad grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. It took more work getting it on that it’d taken getting it off. He pulled up his shorts and then rushed to the bathroom. 

“What’s wrong with you? What’s wrong with you?” he splashed cold water on his face trying to get himself to calm down. His cock was still raging. When he was in class he hadn’t realized just how hard it was, but now in the privacy of the bathroom, all he wanted to do was stroke it. “Why was Mr. Cook acting like that? Cause you’re so damn sexy. Just look at that hot ass.”

Chad’s eyes looked over his body as he said it. They went wide with fear as he felt the honesty he felt inside the statement. He wasn’t joking like he usually did. It was said in complete seriousness. And even his old consciousness knew it. His muscles were stacked. Thick, powerful and dense. 

Somehow they’d grown even more since he’d been in class. His arms were almost 19 inches and thick lats were underneath them, making it hard to keep his arms at his side. He knew his wide shoulders would sway back and forth as he was forced to waddle down the halls. Pride swelled inside as he flexed his arm. “Yeah. So fuckin sexy.”

“No stop!” he scolded himself. “This isn’t you!” Chad looked over his navy blue sleeveless shirt with a sponsor on it. The straps were almost non existent and showed off his pecs all the better. If anything it almost looked like he was wearing nothing at all as his nipples and thick pecs were in full view. He almost wanted to drop his shorts right then and there to let his poser shine again, but the school wouldn’t allow it. “Damn rules…” He’d kick the asses of the teachers with his extra wide size 16 shoes if he wouldn’t get into so much trouble.

“What’s wrong with me!?!” he slammed his palms against his face trying to wake himself up. The massive mitts squeezed tightly, but he could feel the pain. This wasn’t a dream. “What about Hunter?” he asked himself as he left the bathroom.

Chad walked down the hall as quickly as his feet could take him. He couldn’t help but notice just how different everyone looked. Just how hot they all looked. Thick strong muscles packed inside some sort of job or costume or small sexy twinks who were checking them out. Police, military, construction workers, business men, porn stars, athletes on the one side with sexy little dorks on the other. They’d adjust their glasses and smile at Chad, hoping to get his attention as he walked down the hallway. He couldn’t help but notice just how cute and sexy they looked. He wanted to tear off their clothes right then and there, feel their soft bodies and…

“Hunter!” he practically screamed down the hall, knocking the last thought out of his brain. “Dude. Something’s happening. Something weird’s going on.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Hunter said. “Everything’s normal.”

“Dude! No it’s not! And why… Why are you in your football gear?” Chad asked.

“This?” Hunter looked down at his jersey and spandex pants that squeezed his legs. “I always wear this.” 

Chad was getting worried. “No you don’t. Seriously dude. I feel like I’m going crazy. This is all so insane. Please let me know you’re not in on it too.”

“SHHHH!” Hunter pushed Chad against the locker. “Quit denying it. It only makes it spread faster. I don’t know what’s going on either. But when Kyle and Dusty tried to say something Mr. Garner called them up to the front of the class and then they changed a lot faster. Dusty won’t stand on two legs anymore, wears a dog mask and has a tail shoved up his ass. And all of Kyle’s muscles drained to his dick and balls making them absolutely massive but he can’t stop cumming.”

“And Mr. Garner?”

“Aww shit… He’s sexy as fuck. A real man’s man. 40 something year old beef primed to perfection with powerful furry muscles. Shit, why Kyle and Dusty complained at all’s a real mystery. He’d called little Nathan up to the front of class… and...” Hunter’s eyes glazed over at whatever Mr. Garner must have done to Nathan.

“Snap out of it!” Chad pushed him into the locker now. 

Hunter shook his head a few times. “Right… Right… It’s just fuck man… I wanted to fuck that little dork so badly. He was so cute and I wanted him to be calling my name instead of Garner’s.”

“You wanna pin him down on the desk and fuck him till he screams your name?”

“Oh fuck yeah,” Hunter’s eyes glazed over. His body leaned against the lockers as he thought more about Nathan’s small soft body. He always tried to wear such baggy clothes to cover it up but that just made it more fun to strip off. And if he wore their clothes, then that meant he was theirs. None of the other guys would touch him, making him prime for the taking. A personal sweet little ass to fuck whenever they wanted.

The two realized they were off dreaming again. “Shit!” they both said in unison. 

“Oh God! It’s still happening!” Hunter whimpered as he saw the football and helmet in his hands. He could also feel his bare ass pressing against the spandex as he was only wearing a jock now. And if he bent over his ass could be easily seen through the stretchy fabric. But in the front there wasn’t anything covering the boner that was running down his left leg.

“We just need to go to class,” Chad said. “Then maybe we can think of something.”

“Really? And what’s that?”

“I… I don’t know,” Chad confessed. “But we can’t do anything out here.”

Looking around, several of the guys seemed to be giving into their new roles. They were pairing themselves off with some of the nerdier guys. Their large brooding bodies full of muscle and power leaned down to make out with them. He could hear them uttering admirations about their glasses and small weak bodies. Wanting to fuck them the next chance they got. The nerd’s face would burn red as they tried to act coy, but the bulge and leak running down their legs gave a different answer.

Even as he entered the locker room, the two stalls had guys in there masturbating loudly and exclaiming their thoughts about the nerdier guys. Rodney’s deep voice bounced off the lockers and concrete floors as he begged to be able to push his little bitch against the wall. While the other guy’s loud panting just filled in any silent air.

Chad could feel himself getting hard over the idea. One of his hands swatted at his dick, trying to ease the feeling, but it only seemed to wake the beast even more. Rodney and the other guy sounded like they were having so much fun. And it sounded like fun. He could feel his blood pumping faster, filling his muscles out even more.

It was already hard to see over his chest, but looking down it was the only thing in view. ‘Damn… I’m so big. I need someone so small. Someone so small to fuck…” Chad’s body leaned against the locker. His thoughts fading into nothing. “Need to get bigger. To fuck someone smaller…” 

The guttural growl reverberated through his entire body. He wanted sex so badly. “Chad…” Hunter’s hand gripped his arm. It was almost another inch larger. “Calm down. Don’t leave me.”

“Right…” Chad tried his best to think about anything else. There wasn’t much to think about. Nearly every guy in there was larger than life. If they were stacked with trimmed muscle, they were stacked with burly weight. Still almost none of them could stop themselves from leaking as they heard the loud ruckus from Rodney.

“Alright bros!” Coach Ducockus came into the locker room. His backwards cap always meant he meant business. Somehow the 20 something year old was teaching the high school gym class. And somehow he looked younger than most of the guys in it. He had the sleeves of his polo rolled up but never wore the khaki pants he was supposed to. “Today’s swim class. I hope you’re all prepared.”

“But coach,” Donny looked like he was trying to cover up his body. He was a powerlifter and stood taller than anyone else in the class. “What are we supposed to wear?”

“Oh c’mon bro. Don’t be such a loser about it. You got speedos in your locker, or if you’re feelin real cool ya don’t have to wear nuthin at all,” Coach Ducockus waggled an eyebrow, almost hoping they would take the bait.

Chad could feel himself take it. He wasn’t about to let some bro show him up. And holding the tiny amount of fabric there almost wasn’t a reason to wear it at all. He flung it into the air.

“Chad!” Hunter scolded.

“What?” Chad shrugged his heavy shoulders. The rest of the class looked at his massively muscular body. He could hear them murmuring just how huge he was. How big his muscles were. And how fat of a cock he had.

Coach Ducockus’ firm hand gripped his shoulder. “Guess we got one taker. Any of the rest of you man enough to do it?”

All the jocks started to follow suite, dropping their speedos and tossing them to the side. It was the twinks who stared and gawked at the sight. Chad could see one whose eyes were trained on him. “Sup little man,” he leaned his weight against the locker. It creaked under his weight.

“I… I… I’m sorry,” Terrence tried to look away but after Chad’s cock extended he couldn’t. His bright blue eyes ran up and down the long rod pointed directly at him. Suddenly, he didn’t want to move any more.

“Sorry? What’s there to be sorry about?” Chad asked. He flexed his arm currently against the locker, blocking Terrence from moving. The soft moan rolling out of his mouth, made Chad’s dick throb all the more excitedly. “All you’re doing is appreciating a work of art.”

The cheesy line seemed to work as Terrence’s legs went weak. He fell against the locker, with his mouth hanging wide open as he reached out for Chad’s firm body. “Go on,” Chad goaded. “Touch it…”

But then Terrence stopped. “But… But why is--”

“Maybe because I think you’re pretty hot too,” Chad broke the distance. Terrence’s outstretched hand ran against his pec and down his abs. And now Terrence was locked in. Chad’s size took away any exits. “Is that a problem?”

Terrence couldn’t make a sound. He could only shake his head. “Of course not,” Chad said. His massive hand gripped Terrence’s chin. “How could I not like the cute way you stare blankly up at me? Or those glasses that run down your face? Or that smooth and thin body you try to hide behind all that clothes? Or the way it glows red when I’m close by?”

The blood in Terrence’s body was fighting between his dick and his face. As blush filled his cheeks, his dick throbbed with pleasure and anticipation. He could only let out a soft moan as he felt the itch between his ass grow stronger. His body craving something from the other man.

“I don’t know why I never noticed this before,” Chad’s voice was soft and breathy. He was giving soft kisses to the nape of Terrence’s neck. “You’re just so small. So cute. So soft,” each complement was followed by a kiss to a different part of Terrence’s body. He was so enthralled he hadn’t even noticed that his shirt and trunks had been taken off. Coach allowed some of the nerds to wear them if they didn’t want to wear speedos like the jocks. 

Desire flooded his little mind as his dick throbbed with more and more anticipation. Terrence could feel it building more and more, waiting for some kind of release. Chad gave him another kiss to the mouth. Then the chest. Then the belly button. Then he was on his knees. His mouth opened for a second and engulfed the average sized cock.

“Ch-Chad!” Terrence bellowed out of shock. His hand gripped the top of the jock’s head, gripping his short hair tightly. It took nearly everything he had not to cum at that moment. But with each lick and suck from Chad’s mouth, Terrence had to squeeze harder. His body just barely obeying his mind as his pleasure took over rationality. He fell against the lockers and reached out against the smooth metal surface, unable to grab anything. But then it all stopped. He was about about to say something before he saw the proud grin on Chad’s face.

“You’ve got a lot better constitution that I thought you would,” Chad said.

“Th-thanks?” Terrence wasn’t sure what to say. His mind was still reeling from trying not to cum that he wasn’t sure what was even going on anymore. ‘Was this what it was like to be chosen by one of the jocks?’ he questioned. But the answer quickly came as his body was turned around and shoved against the lockers. He had almost no control over the strong hands spinning him around. 

But it was quickly followed by a far gentler touch running up and down his sides. Followed quickly by something wet invading his asshole. “Oh God!” Terrence’s hands clawed at the lockers as his asshole was being invaded by Chad’s tongue. The sensation scratched that itch he’d been feeling. Every part of him went limp. Almost every part.

He kept it clean like every nerd was supposed to. But never did Terrence think he’d find a jock like this. Fantasies were fantasies but actually feeling Chad try to invade him was something else. And then when he stopped, suddenly the world did with it. He felt so empty. But Chad’s massive body surrounded him with a strong hug. Somehow the giant felt even bigger. His thick body builder frame even thicker.

“That’s it...” Chad growled softly in Terrence’s ear. His thick cock was gently pressing against the other man’s asshole, pushing in slowly. A grunt came out of Terrence as he felt more and more of himself split open. All the while that itch he couldn’t quite scratch was going away. 

Terrence’s body gripped the lockers he was leaning against and tried to take more of it. “That’s good…” Chad’s deep voice resonated inside of Terrence. The simple complement sent a chill down his spine. Chad pushed harder. His cock pressing up against Terrence’s insides. His body shook with excitement. 

“More…” Terrence whimpered. The subtle pain and pleasure didn’t make sense but he loved it. He loved feeling that meaty cock inside him. His body craved more.

And Chad gave it to him. First slowly pumping. It was rhythmic and controlled. The light grunts and growls were given way to something more primal. More savage. He was faster. More passionate. And Terrence was along for the ride. His cock throbbed and bounced with excitement.

And then it all finished. As quickly as it started, Terrence fell against the lockers, relieved and exhausted. 

Chad took his chance to lean in closer. To wrap his body around Terrence’s and then kissed the side of his face. “I’ll make you feel good. I’ll make you feel safe.” He wasn’t sure why but he was suddenly very protective of this little nerd, but he didn’t care. It just felt so good.