Ted stands back and looks at you, before saying, "Maybe you should take that wet shirt off too?"
You are frozen in place, and after that question, you feel too nervous to breath. He looks you in the eyes and asks,"Are you okay?"
You nod and just look at his eyes. They are hypnotizing... he's so hot, and you can't believe he'd want you to take off your shirt.
"Is he coming on to me or something?" you wonder.
"Ummm, okay, but you'll have to leave the room," you tell him, realizing, with relief, that you shouldn't be wearing a sweat soaked t-shirt all day.
"Why? It's ok, you know, we're both guys here," he replies, as he's poking around in one of your boxes of clothes. He pulls out a grey t-shirt with a high school logo on the front.
"Well, are you gonna take that sweaty thing off, or am I going to have to do it for ya?" he laughs.
You reach down, feeling as though you have no other choice, and slowly lift up the sweat-soaked clothing. You belly rolls out under the shirt and quivers. Your fat pecs jiggle as the shirt pulls up rubs over them. All the while, Ted is just standing there, eyeing you. As your shirt hits the floor he...
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