Hang out at his place.

"You are finally coming to my place. This time, I wont take no for an answer."

Before I even had the chance to protest, Zayne locked his fingers around mine and dashed down the hall with me flailing around in my briefs. As we got to his door my heart was hammering with eagerness. I have been dying to come inside Zayne's place with him, just the two of us.

Walking in, his apartment was decorated with plenty of modern artwork and colorful furniture. I was silently giddy, it was just so Zayne. He set his groceries down on the table and looked me up and down in my underwear.

Feeling self-conscious, I covered my package and blushed. "Um, do you have any clothes I can borrow?"

"What's mine is yours." Zayne left inside his room for only a moment and brought back the biggest clothes that he owned. Unfortunately, they were still too small for me. I tried hopping into a pair of his jeans but I couldn't manage to get them past my muscular thighs. The zipper broke and the pants tore in two.

"I can pay for that...as soon as I get a job." I moped.

"Try this on for size." Zayne handed me a tan-colored tee-shirt. I managed to stretch the material around my body but it was so tight you can still see the contours of all my chest muscles. "Hold on a second!" Zayne launched himself to a bookshelf that had a high-grade camera on it. He pulled it off the shelf and took a picture of me.

"Z-Zayne!" My cheeks turned pink throwing my hands in front of myself again.

"Relax Jack-my-bee, if it makes you feel better I will only shoot from the waist up," he snapped another photo. It didn't appear to be angled 'from the waist up' in my opinion "Could you do a few poses for me? It's just you look so cool." SNAP! SNAP!

Zayne thought I looked cool. I was suddenly filled with some new invigoration I've never felt before. With my biggest smile, I gave Zayne a series of poses. I placed my arms behind my head, I gave him a hang-loose sign, I even flexed my muscles in every body builder pose I could think of. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! After a while I was getting so into it I'm pretty sure Zayne moved on to taking photos of my full figure in briefs without me knowing (like he never started there in the first place). But I couldn't bring myself to care at the time; Zayne was smiling at me like he was having a blast and I was so happy that I was the focus of his attention. I winked at him and he winked back from behind his busy camera.

"Jesus, you're a natural. How big can you get those muscles?" Zayne was snapping away on his camera.

"Let's see shall we?" I bulged my arms inward in another muscle pose. I flexed so hard, the shirt that was literally hanging on by a thread tore right off my body. SNAP! SNAP!

I was so mortified. "I-I'm sorry!" My face turned red all panicky. "I totally destroyed your clothes. I promise I will make this up to you."

Zayne didn't look too upset but decided to take me up on my offer anyway. "Well, there is definitely something I want you to do for me."