"How the hell did this happen?!" Mr. Brown, a high school principal, growled.
He had just checked the state school rankings online, which had been updated that afternoon. In the physical education section, his school was in last place.
He was furious. He had spent a fortune hiring that young, retired bodybuilder who had promised him glory, and here were the pitiful results.
Annoyed, he opened a filing cabinet and skimmed through Mr. Dalton's file.
There was nothing out of the ordinary for one of those muscle-bound monsters obsessed with his body. Countless courses and certifications, competitions won, low-paying jobs at gyms—until he was surprised to see something.
"Mister Bodybuilder Gay 2021"
"What the heck?" he couldn't help but say aloud as he looked at the scant details of the event. He quickly searched online, but after a while without results, he ended up on a site that looked like an online gay magazine, full of articles covering community events, and there it was at last.
The photographs of the even younger bodybuilder in a tiny metallic blue poser.
His youthful face looked uncomfortable, and his gaze betrayed a certain shyness. He looked damn hot, though, because that insecurity didn't translate to his ultra-defined body, which he displayed with complete confidence and command of the stage.
He certainly looked more defined, but now he looked bigger.
He glanced out his office window to watch the kids' training.
The boys were pathetically trying to play soccer, but they couldn't take their eyes off their coach.
"Mitch, come on, don't look at me, just focus on the ball, kid!" the muscular coach shouted.
No one could blame the little nerd who was running clumsily while looking to the right at the handsome blond coach with green eyes and a gladiator jaw. Wearing white gym shorts that were too short and tight, sometimes when he bent over you could see the crease of his enormous, muscular, bubble buttocks. A fold of pale skin was visible because, when he tanned, the sun didn't penetrate the crease of his heavy buttocks.
And his blue compression shirt was so tight it looked like body paint. You could see every detail of his large nipples proudly crowning two enormous, rugged mountains of muscle that were his pecs, resting on a defined abdomen and a narrow waist… hell, you could even see his navel in detail, or through the fabric with the Under Armour logo on his chest.
The little nerd tore his gaze from his enormous muscular breasts and turned it to his generous package… maybe he was focused on the balls after all.
"Watch out, Mitch!" Coach Dalton yelled as he watched the nerd trip over Trevor, a skinny kid squatting down, clutching his shoelaces, his eyes glued to the coach's shorts. The kid fantasized about seeing those old shorts burst open, unable to contain his bubble butt, leaving it exposed, and he wanted to witness the exact moment. He'd even noticed some torn seams and was convinced it was only a matter of time.
The girls in the stands snickered. The whole team was pathetic: skinny nerds and chubby kids who couldn't run ten meters. Only Adam seemed like a real athlete, handsome and fit, in this pathetic school.
The young bodybuilder always thought the girls came to practice to see Adam, the only attractive guy in school. He was sure those giggles were from feeling their teenage panties wet because of the teenage player.
Even the young bodybuilder had noticed the long anaconda Adam kept in his pants; surely, without any competition, he'd easily slept with every girl in school.
Of course, he couldn't have been more wrong. The girls came to see the handsome coach in the revealing clothes he liked to wear, and everyone noticed how vain he was, constantly checking himself out in every mirror.
Everyone could easily have assumed the guy was gay, but the enormous stud was engaged to his beautiful ex-cheerleader girlfriend. So that cleared up any doubts about his sexual orientation.
In a way, the Principal couldn't blame the boys for being distracted in class.
But he didn't like telling anyone how to dress. In Hunter Dalton's case, maybe he would, but only to ask him to wear less clothing.
He turned his attention back to the article.
He'd already seen all the photos and started reading the article itself.
It was an interview with the winner, Hunter Dalton. They asked him if he had a boyfriend, and he clarified that he wasn't actually gay.
In the article, Hunter comments that participating there was a step towards equality, as it demonstrated that just as heterosexuals respect and include gay people, they can do the same. (Of course, it surely has nothing to do with the prize, which consisted of a lot of...)
