Woes of a High School Senior

At the sound of his alarm, Ryan rolled over and hit the 'STOP' button. With a yawn and a big stretch, he grudgingly pulled the sheets over and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His toes curled into the soft carpet of his bedroom floor and he, still half asleep, stood up and walked over to the adjoining bathroom. After relieving himself and a quick shower, he brushed his teeth, and washed his face. Ryan took a quick look at his hair in the mirror, figured it was fine, and walked back into his bedroom. He flicked on a lamp to its dimmest setting and regarded himself in the mirror.

Ryan was tall, and physically fit. While he was muscular, it wasn't the bodybuilder kind. Rather, the physique that stared back at him in the reflection was a lean muscle, more akin to a swimmer. He had flat, washboard abs, and a solid well defined frame. However, this early in the morning, his eyes were always drawn down to what hung between his legs.