Catch of the Day: Nate (hypno)
by Derek Williams
“Holy shit dude,” my buddy Connor said after he punched me in the shoulder. “Check it out. You’re pic is on some fag jackoff website.”
He was right. I scrolled down the blog. Today’s entries were all buff college jocks like me, but it seemed like that was a recent thing. When you went more than a couple pages back, all the dudes were obvious cocksuckers. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I’m as straight as they come.
“I can’t believe it,” I said, shaking my head and acting more pissed than I actually was. It might be weird to see, but there’s something a little flattering about the whole thing, so long as I didn’t think too hard about the internet losers that frequented the site.
I’m actually a pretty good looking guy. I wrestled in high school, so I’m about 190lbs of All-American beef with great definition on my upper body. I didn’t spend a lot of time on my looks, but I fit the frat mold pretty well: lots of t-shirts and backwards ball caps over my nest of longish brown hair.
“I can’t believe they emailed you about it dude,” laughed Connor. It’s not like I was just surfing the web for pics of yours truly. This email was how we’d found out about the site.
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To: Nate Johnson
Subject: You’re Our Catch of the Day!
Nate,
My name’s Travis, and I run a little website called “Catch of the Day” where we showcase amazing photos of male beauty. Your photo, “Chillaxin’ by the Pool” was selected as today’s catch. Congratulations!
Travis
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The email also included a link to the site and a gift certificate to some online clothing store. At least they were ‘paying’ me for grabbing my pic without my permission. Probably the only way they avoided getting the shit sued out of them.
Eventually Conner finished laughing his ass off at my newfound fame and left me alone to get on with my homework. It was Saturday, and I loved being in my frat and all, but they were total sticklers for homework. I had a couple things to do in town that afternoon, and we were having a party that night. I’d be forced out to the library if I didn’t have this essay written in time.
I took one more look at the photo, a casual shot of me relaxing by our pool with baggy board shorts, flipflops and an old tee, making some stupid face at the camera. Seriously, someone points their phone at me and I turn into the fratboy from every college comedy ever.
About an hour went by before I heard a weird ‘bleep’ from my computer. It was that site, I’d left it open in the background. A new comment had just appeared below my photo.
>>> Comment by luvs-hunks82:
>>> Mmm, If I had guns like those, I wouldn’t cover them up. Nate should be all tank-tops, all the time.
I smiled a bit at that. The internet’s full of weird shit, but this guy was right, I did look damn good in a tank. Maybe I’d buy some new ones with that gift certificate.
When you’re trying not to write an essay, you’ll do almost anything to avoid it. I loaded up the online store. Surprise, surprise, it was all tight fitting queer stuff, but there were a few good things. The gift certificate turned out to be pretty big, so I ordered two new tanks that would look good as undershirts.
I wrote a few more sentences before the doorbell rang. One of my bros got it and ended up knocking on my door. “Hey Nate,” said Barry, “package just arrived for you.”
Freaky. It was from that website. They must be local or something.
I pulled open the package and stripped off my shirt, but before I had a chance to try one of the tanks on, the computer bleeped again.
>>> Comment by cockmonster:
>>> So whaddaya think he’s wearing under those baggies?
I turned away from the computer again and slipped a blue tank with white horizontal stripes. With the vanity of a gym-goer, I posed in my full length mirror and grinned at myself.
“Shit, that actually looks pretty good,” I said to no-one. “Thanks internet!”
I had another tank still in the package, and then something else. It was a smaller package labelled “Thanks for Ordering! Our Gift to You.”
The computer made it’s noise another time. I was gonna have to close this thing down if I wanted to write my essay. I closed the website without reading the new comment and got back to my writing.
An hour or so later, needing a break, I remembered the ‘Gift’ package. I tore into it and stifled a laugh. Inside was a black jockstrap. Just my size too. But I never wore jocks. Not since I wrestled in high school.
I needed a real break, but luckily it was almost time for me to head into town and get my hair trimmed. I took a quick shower to get my hair clean, then slipped back on my jeans and tank. In the process, I gave a shrug and slipped on the jock. What the hell, free is free.
I was sitting in Eddie’s Barber Shop waiting for a while, so I pulled out my phone and checked my email. The link was still the only thing interesting in there, so I pulled it up and read through the comments.
>>> Comment by pr0nking:
>>> hes totally into thongs
>>> Comment by takemehard:
>>> No way. I’d bet anything he’s wearing a jock today.
>>> Comment by pr0nking:
>>> lol, okay, but I think he needs a real haircut
>>> Comment by fauxhawk4ever:
>>> YEAH! Get rid of that mop and give him a fauxhawk.
>>> Comment by evenevan:
>>> with highlights!
>>> Comment by 12inches:
>>> Fuck, you gotta turn everyone into a twinkie?
>>> Comment by evenevan:
>>> We had a leather daddy last week 4u
>>> Comment by fauxhawk4ever:
>>> IT’S OUR TURN.
I love how people get so worked up over the internet. When Eddie finally called my turn, he snapped the cape, got me in the chair and asked “Your usual?”
“Yeah, thanks Eddie.”
Eddie clipped and snipped for what seemed like forever, so I closed my eyes and kind of dozed off. When I woke up he was just finishing up the texturing on my ‘hawk.
“Eddie, it looks great,” I thanked him.
Eddie snapped the cape, took my money, and shouted “next”.
I was in the chair for like an hour, so I checked my phone as soon as I got outside. I couldn’t wait to hear what the guys on the internet were saying about me.
>>> Comment by narcissus
>>> Now THERE is a man who knows he’s hot
I laughed out loud. It was good to be appreciated. I put a lot of time into my body and I liked knowing that everyone else recognized that. I popped my music into my ears and started walking home.
>>> Comment by tweedleDUMB
>>> I bet he’s not too smarht. HE’s stooopid!
>>> Comment by Travis-Admin
>>> You think he’s noticed yet?
>>> Comment by lastfridaynight
>>> I don’t think he cares.
I had no idea what they were talkin’ about, but that didn’t really matter. To be real with you, I don’t know what’s going on a lot of the time. I just nod and smile and laugh, and nobody ever hassles me.
I was almost back at the house when Jenny, a sister from a nearby sorority, called out to me. “Hey Nate!”
“Yo! Jenny, what’s up?”
She was such a sweet girl, even though she got more than a little tipsy at our last mixer. Jenny prattled on for a while about some charity thing she was working on, so I grinned and nodded until my phone went off.
*bleep*
“You should get that,” she said, brushing her hair back in that girl-next-door way that drives me nuts.
There was a new comment on the website. I’d left it open on my phone and somehow it had hooked into the notifications.
>>> Comment by tweedleDUMB
>>> He’s totally just a dumb whore.
I put the phone back in my pocket and looked Jenny over again.
“So you gonna come back to my place?” I asked.
“Uh, I think I have some chores I still have to get through. But I’ll see you tonight?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there. It’s hard to keep this stud in the stable.” I didn’t know what that meant, but the other guys had all laughed when some guy said it at our party last week.
“Alright Nate, I”m gonna go,” she said, and kind of wandered off. Shit, I needed an easier girl to get my rocks off with this afternoon. I was thinking of calling some old fuck buddies when my phone bleeped twice quickly.
>>> Comment by pr0nking
>>> yeah, he wants to fuck any hot guy he can get his hands on
>>> Comment by takemehard
>>> His Grindr has to be ringing off the hook.
Hell yeah, it was. A lot of my messages are from dudes I’ve hooked up with before, but that just means I’m damn good. I started leafing through my prospects. There’s so much ass out there that need pounding.
Connor was shirtless, manhandling the keg into the front room when I got home. “Hey, brainiac, you got all your homework done for tonight?”
“Duh,” I laughed. “Dude, none of my classes even give fuckin’ homework.”
“Lucky bastard. I barely finished my essay.”
Connor looked so hot without his shirt on, sweating the keg into position. I added my strength, making sure to rub against his skin a little while I was there.
“Still straight?” I asked him. “You know I won’t judge if you wanna swap over to my team. I’ll break you in, nice and slow.”
“Heh,” Connor punched my exposed shoulder. “Slut.”
“Yeah,” I laughed stupidly.
I headed back to my room, scanning Grindr photos for some dude I hadn’t gotten down with yet. My phone bleeped again, so I swapped apps back to the website.
>>> Comment by jerseygurl
>>> He’s too fuckin’ big. Needs to twink out.
I was starting to get the hang of this, so I eagerly turned towards the mirror. Sure enough, I was shrinking down to 5’8” and only about a hundred and twenty pounds. My muscles diminished, but my clothes shrunk down too. They were even tighter than before! God I looked sexy as a little bro.
>>> Comment by fauxhawk4ever
>>> Yeah, he’s got some hairy ass legs in the pic. He should shave everything smooth. EVERYTHING BUT THE ‘HAWK!
Now that wasn’t a bad plan. I know I already took a shower, but I headed to the washroom while the other guys shuffled around furniture for the party. They don’t mind that I skip that part, it’s for guys with big sexy muscles to do.
I lathered up in the shower, but there wasn’t much to shave, except for a little stubble. After all, I did shave three times a week. Still, I wanted to be perfect for the party tonight.
My phone kept bleeping while I was in the shower. The guys on the site were going nuts talking about me.
>>> Comment by lastfridaynight
>>> If we’re making him a twink, he should wear tight skinny jeans.
>>> Comment by jerseygurl
>>> Skinny jeans would be SO HOT.
>>> Comment by 12inches
>>> Fuck it, I’m out.
>>> Comment by Travis-Admin
>>> I guess nate is too! There’s no way a flamer like this can stay in the closet.
I spent a good ten minutes doing my hair, then wrapped myself in my fluffy bathrobe and sashayed back to my room. Only an hour until the party. Time to get ready!
I slipped into one of my favorite pink jocks, then applied glitter carefully across my body. When some hunk of a man takes my clothes off tonight, I want to make sure I still look fab. Afterwards, I wriggled into my best skinny jeans and a tank with rainbow stripes. that made my nipples stand out. A white belt and pointed leather shoes completed the look.
I checked myself out in the mirror from every angle. The line of my jock was clearly visible against my jeans. Perfect.
I snapped a pic on my phone and Instagrammed it. “Bitches gonna get WILD tonight!!!”
I made myself a cocktail in the kitchen and started circulating. Connor was doing the same thing with a beer in his hand.
“Hey bro,” he grinned at me, “you gonna score tonight?”
“Hey gurl, only if they’re lucky,” I snapped my fingers.
My phone was going mad bleeping. The guys online were commenting on my updated photo.
>>> Comment by jerseygurl
>>> So fuckin’ fabulous!
>>> Comment by Travis-Admin
>>> Another perfect one! Great job guys.
>>> pr0nking
>>> theres nothing like helping out a straight boi.
“That thing’s been going off all day,” Connor observed. “Something big happening?”
“Nah, I just get a lot of messages.”
Connor mock-punched me on the shoulder and said “Alright, I’m on the prowl. Gimme the signal if you can wingman for me.”
“Will do, hon.”
My Grindr went off again. It was some older dude I didn’t recognize, but I knew that username. It was ‘takemehard’, from the website.
“Hey,” said the message, “you at this party?”
“By the pool”, I typed back. “But my room is upstairs.”
Connor headed off to the pool and my phone bleeped for the last time of the night.
>>> Comment by Travis-Admin
>>> Just a reminder: submissions for tomorrows Catch of the Day can be sent to my email or PM’d to me.
I studied Connor’s straight jock ass while he chatted up some bimbo on the poolside. One of these days, if I ever feel like sharing him, I should send Connor’s instagram feed to Travis. He’d make a hell of a catch.
For now though, I’m needed upstairs.