Hank the Hunk, Prom King

by Jorge Alvarez

When my daughter graduated from high school we gave the prom ball in the
indoor stadium in my soccer school, BBSS, in suburban New Jersey. That's
when I first met Hank, the hunk who was elected Prom King to my daughter's
Queen. I had seen him in an Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue and jerked off to
his pictures in the nude, his Greek god butt, Michelangelo's David's buns,
in their glorious, full, round, well-muscled lusciousness. Strange culture,
where a young guy shows off his yummy tush but

is still considered an
all-American, WASP, straight, God fearing hunk. Which I was sure he was, in
all his blond, blue-eyed, well-built sort of way, before I decided to rape
him.

"Hi Hank, I'm Jorge Alvarez, Melissa's dad. Glad to meet you,
congratulations!", I said as I filled his champagne glass.

"Oh Gee, thank you Mr. Alvarez. I've heard a lot about you. They say you're
the best soccer coach in the East coast, being from Brazil and all, and, you
know, I play soccer and I want to use that to get into a good college. Would
you train me?".

"I'd be glad to help, boy!"

"Oh Gosh that's wonderful... You know I'm in the wrestling team too. Do you
wrestle Mr. Alvarez?"

"Yeah, kid, I'm a good wrestler. Later I'll show you my gym room, in the
back of the lot. I can see und

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