"Look out!" You hear the shout, but it doesn't quite register until you fell something smack you in the back of the head. You wince, but the blow was more shocking than painful. Looking down, you see a bright, neon green Frisbee sitting in the grass at your feet.
"Hey! You alright, man?" You turn to the voice to see a young man, college aged, in just a pair of mesh shorts and a baseball cap, his muscular torso bare and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Behind him are six other guys standing in the field, five wearing shirts and three more shirtless like the one that ran up to you. They all look to be college aged, all of them are in good shape though one or two do have small guts either from a never-shed freshman fifteen or too many beers even if the rest of their physique screams hours spent in the gym. Probably from the local university, either taking summer classes or just staying on campus through the summer working jobs instead of going home. You notice a few that are wearing tees or hats have the same Greek letters. A frat.
You bend over and pick up the Frisbee, holding it back out to the guy that came up to you. "Yeah, I'm fine."
He looks you up and down, and suddenly your are all too aware of your scrawny high school physique. It's never bothered you before, but at the moment, it does. You feel like he's weighing you with his eyes, then he bursts into a grin. "You wanna join in? Our teams are uneven and we could use another."
You give them another look. three skins, four shirts. Your first instinct is to refuse but when you open your mouth you say, "Sure!" And hop off of the bench to follow the guy back to the field.
"Cool. Name's Brian. You'll be on skins." He jogs back to the others and you follow after. At the edge of the playing field you only hesitate a moment before stripping off your baggy shirt, dropping it next to the stuff the other players set aside, adding your phone and keys to the pile so they don't fall out of your pockets.
You feel the sun on your pale, skinny torso and for a moment worry about sunscreen, but the thought leaves you mind as soon as the rest of your new team mates slap you on the shoulder and bring you in for a huddle. Brian wraps a heavy muscular arm over your shoulders as you discuss strategy, the team bringing you in like you belong.
As you play you work up a sweat, the more you run and catch and toss, the easier it becomes. You lose yourself in the game as the sun sun moves slowly across the sky. At some point, Brian takes off his sweaty fraternity ball cap and puts it on you, brim towards the back. The sun doesn't burn you, instead your pale skin develops a healthy tan. Pale? No.. you always made sure when summer rolls around to get a little color, all the better to show off our lean physique. Taught stomach, defined arms, just the hint of pectorals on your chest. Sure, you may not be as beefy as some of these college guys, but they have years in the gym on you. Your proud of the muscle you have on you, not like some teenagers who are just scrawny twigs or overweight lumps.
Finally your team wins. Exchanging high fives and chest bumps as you all celebrate. Brian thumps chests with you, for a moment his muscular, sweaty, hairy chest pressed against your smooth, but just as sweaty one as you meet in the air. Chuck and Derek, the other two guys on your team both wrap you in a bear hug that lasts for a moment through whooping and hollering. Though as things settle down, the guys go over to collect their stuff, though Brian doesn't put on his shirt, instead just throwing it over his shoulder.
You grab your shirt and pull it on. It clings to your sweaty torso, hugging your chest and showing off what muscle you do have nicely. "Thanks for the game, but I should probably get going.."
Brian interrupts you. "Aw.. c'mon. We need to thank you, we would have lost without a fourth. Frat house is only a few blocks away, come back with us. Hang out a bit. We were gonna do some 'que and brews tonight!"
"I'm too young to drink.." You find the protest a weak one. You want to go along with them back to the Frat, though you look in the other direction for a moment back towards your own house.
"I won't tell if you don't" Brian says with a cocky smile, motioning you to follow him.
Your feet make up your mind for you..