The Nerd Bet

The Nerd Bet

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Ever heard of the cliché of the jock falling for the shy, cute nerd? Well, that's all about to change. Meet Eric Evanson, shy but perfect all-round jock. Josh Briggs. Nerd, quiet, cold and mysterious. ****EXCERPT**** "Well, well. If it isn't Eric Evanson" a rich, sexy baritone rang out from the dark bathroom. Eric gasped upon feeling a pair of hands run up and down his bare chest and stop at the waistband of his gym shorts, daring to go deeper. He felt a breath on his neck, the spot close to his jaw and a set of teeth sink in gently. A low moan escaped his lips and he slapped his mouth shut, eyes wide. He felt the lips smile on his neck and a hand took his gently off his mouth as the lips kissed slowly behind his ear again softly. He gasped as he felt his shorts tent up and the hands once stroking the growing bulge in his shorts slipped deeper. He gasped, pleasant chills running down his spine. "Have you considered my offer yet, Blue?" A moan escaped Eric's lips again as the hands went down deeper and the lips peppered light kisses in a trail down from behind his ear to his jaw. "Mhm-hm..." he moaned, his voice shaking. He could feel the heat all over his face as his eyes closed. This felt dangerously good. Too good. "I... I- ahh-haahh..." he moaned again, his voice breaking. "What was that, Blue?" the voice behind him asked, lips now tracing from his jaw to his sensitive ears, tongue tracing its outline. "I... I... Y-yes." he whispered hoarsely. The lips smiled. "2-2-2. Don't be late" and the movement ceased. The stranger was gone. He felt his knees wobble under him and he reached for the sink in front of him, the lights coming back on. He stared at his flushed face and blushed harder. He looked like a mess. He was painfully still erect and he covered his face at the realization. What had he gotten himself into? When worlds collide with music... 😊😊😊😊
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*I do not own any rights to the photo used as my cover* *** #2 in TeenRomance (2026) #4 in Gayness (26) #9 in Teenager (2026) #11 in Coming out the closet (2021) I started this story in 2021... Everything is cringy and bad about this story, but I decided to complete this book since I got a lot of comments disappointed it was never finished. Eric didn't choose or really want to be gay, it just kind of happen- something that just happened, he can't even remember how he found out he was gay all he knew was that he was, And it wasn't like there's nothing wrong with that. Eric wasn't homophobic, he didn't feel disgusted in himself but rather disappointed. Everyone put pressure on him to be this perfect person, whether it being grades or sports or family- everything would be ruin if he came out. That's why he hadn't told anyone in the last couple years, not because he's scared- pft, Eric Goodmen scared? Star football player? Could have all the women by just a click of a button if wasn't for being in love with the same gender- scared? He was just a little 'inconvenienced'. One party changed everything though- to many drinks and making out with the wrong gender to send his fake perfect life crashing down when discovering out the first person he came out to, kissed, and had sex with was Callum Micheals. Mr pretty boy. Like life flashing before his eyes- Eric questioned whether Callum remembered or not? *** The smell of a nose itching fabric softer, too expensive for his parents to buy and the feel of warm feather pillows is what Eric woke up to. His body was somewhat tired, and sweaty but besides that, he felt good- he even let out a morning moan sitting up with his arms to look around, he was at Jackson's. A light ache from his hangover rang through his head reminding him that he drank a lot last night seconds later, he opened his mouth to hiss or groan in pain, but the groan that brought silence to the room wasn't his- it was, "Callum?!" Eric whisper shouted.

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