Kevin Margrove could be said to be someone who masculinity came easily to. Standing at six foot five, the football star of the local college swaggered into the store. The man had a ring of arrows tattoo that made his large, strong 20 inch bicep really stand out, his pecs pushed out any shirt - even the XXL shirt he currently wore. His torso was tightly muscled and pushed out somewhat, the exact look due to the fact his gains were not entirely wrought of natural means. His tight derriere and densely packed, muscular quads and thighs made a huge impression through his jeans - his girlfriend loved it when he wore tight jeans!
He wore his letterman over his shirt, and it was one which had to be specially ordered due to the sheer size of "The Kev".
In terms of the rest of his looks, his angular, well filled in face accentuated his tanned skin and light blond hair, which extended a decent way back and usually had to be tied back into a manbun when he worked out or went to a game. Who was gonna tell Kevin Margrove of all people he couldn't wear his hair any way he liked?
His sparkling blue eyes were the jewel on top, all those who pined after this college prince said that his eyes were oh so very pretty. Like a pair of sapphires dangled in front of you, enticing.
As of now, Kevin was looking around for something new to wear. His last accessory had gotten totaled in a drunken incident just a few weeks ago, and Kevin had made a concerted effort to stay off the keg ever since. He'd LIKED that necklace!
He found himself looking at the odd necklace on display, his eyes drawn to it, "Hey, shop keeper guy, how much for the emerald thing here?" Kevin was prepared to shell out the cash - his parents were loaded and they made sure he was able to well and truly enjoy himself - but he was shocked by the answer that came.
"40.99."
Just forty? For this pretty thing? That looked like an honest to goodness emerald! He'd seen and partaken in auctions for items like that which regularly bartered at and sold at ten times that meager sum. But, he guessed, he was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. If it was really that cheap he could do well with it.
He shelled out the money for it and gave the shop owner a very generous tip - just because Kevin was tall, muscular and attractive didn't mean he was a jerk. By contrast, across the school he was known for the large number of people he was friends with, on top of chairing the anti-bullying committee.
"Thanks, man, this is a real nice deal!"
He didn't hear what the guy had to say after that, just concentrating on getting home so he could model this thing in front of the mirror.
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The home of Kevin Margrove was one his parents had bought for him, a generously decorated two story house that had seen its fair share of parties, though The Kev always made sure to clean up afterwards.
Being that it was getting to be kind of warm out, Kevin took his shirt and jacket off for the mirror, and grinned at himself. Tell the truth, he always did really enjoy looking good. It was one of the pluses of being a student athlete, having a steady and capable stream of knowledge of being and staying fit. And like nobody else in the team, Kevin really took to that.
His muscular body and honed skills from numerous relationships ensured none of his lovers left this house without being thoroughly satisfied.
The Kev slipped the weird necklace on, and turned, looking at the way the necklace material and the jewel itself interplayed with his tan and his blue eyes. He turned and twisted his body into a flex of his musculature. He was feeling a tingly feeling down in his groin. Maybe it was time for his girlfriend to pay him a visit.
As he pondered, he found himself thinking; how could The Kev, Big Kevin Margrove, be any more masculine? He cupped his chin in a vain impression of The David. "How indeed..." The necklace subtly shined as he thought to himself;