Index:
Unnatural
PEP
League of His Own
Roommate Roulette
Apex Predator
Water Polo
Seeing Stars (Thomas)
Seeing Stars (William)
Seeing Stars (Rick)
Seeing Stars (Matthew)
Magnus University
Alpha Men
A Brotherly Gift

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Stranger Things

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Not today Justin

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Sweet Seals For You, Always

Product Placement
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PR's Tumblrdome
trying on a metaphor

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art blog(derogatory)
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Index:
Unnatural
PEP
League of His Own
Roommate Roulette
Apex Predator
Water Polo
Seeing Stars (Thomas)
Seeing Stars (William)
Seeing Stars (Rick)
Seeing Stars (Matthew)
Magnus University
Alpha Men
A Brotherly Gift
Unnatural
Witt, a 25 year old was lounging about in the gym sauna after a light lift. The gay man took great pride in taking care of his physical appearance, one that paid dividends with endless worship from any twink lucky enough to lay their eyes on him. As Witt laid taking in the heat, a tall, confident figure made his way into the sauna. The two men exchanged looks, enough times that Witt began to wonder what his intentions were.
Sitting directly next to Witt, the man muttered, "I'm Frank," with a smug grin.
"Witt."
The two continued to chat. Making small talk on last Sunday's football score, their gym routines, even their music taste. Witt detected an undertone of tension beneath the surface in each of their quips back and forth. As the two continued to sit next to one another, Witt slowly moved his hand onto Frank's upper thigh. Frank, however, pulled away.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry. I totally misread that."
Standing up from the sauna, Frank whispered back with an almost undetectable tinge of disgust, "Unnatural."
Frank, without turning around, left the sauna. Witt laid his head into his palms beating himself up for misreading things so poorly. What an idiot, and to do this in a sauna? What was he thinking. Witt was an undeniably horny guy, but to let this random man get the better of him was embarrassing to say the least.
Getting back home, Witt was still disappointed in himself for the stunt he pulled in the sauna. In spite of this, he wasn't going to waste a Friday night. He pulled out Grindr, and began to search for something, or someone, to take the edge off. As Witt scrolled across a grid of blank profiles and faceless torsos, he received a message. Upon opening their profile, Witt was shocked.
PEP
After a mostly forgettable 4 years, Adam was just excited to get on with his life and enter the real world. His time at university wasn't particularly bad, just average. Adam was a communications major, was in a few clubs here and there, and had some friends he'd met in his dorm floor back in the day. In spite of this mundanity, just a mere few days before graduation, today was particularly out of the ordinary.
Adam was called into to talk to his Dean. "You've been accused of cheating on your final exam, Adam" the Dean sternly stated, "We take these types of accusations with the utmost severity as an academic institution. I'm sorry, Adam, but you won't be eligible for graduation as our investigation is ongoing."
The news sounded surreal to Adam. He was by no means a stellar student, but he was too ambivalent about his communications major to care nearly enough to cheat, he was far too busy counting down the days until he could leave this place. "Sir, I didn't cheat I would never."
League of His Own
Griffin Vaughn. QB1, 6' 2", 225 pounds, pure muscle. He is what other guys envy. The dominant swagger, chest puffed out, cocky gait. He knew he was hot shit, but who could argue with him. When he wasn't dominating wimpy D1 defensive linemen under Friday night lights, he was smooth talking his way through frat parties on Saturdays. All to wake up the next morning and destroy the weight racks at the entertainment of any lucky enough to be in the university gym that morning. Sweat flung from his massive biceps and dripped down his tapered torso. Little was left to imagination as Griff donned the cutoffs that were more cut than cloth.
Tonight was their heated game against the university's rival. The stadium was packed awaiting the team's performance. Griff's blood rushed with an excess of testosterone and excitement. He lived off the praise of the crowd, the admiration of every girl and guy in those stands, the idea of being the dominant animal he'd spent years crafting himself to be. In the locker room, Griff had his headphones in, carefully scanning his bulbous pecs and diamond calves. He knew what he was. The best thing that had ever happened to this school. No one worked as hard as he did, looked as good as he did, fucked as hard as he did. And he deserved it. Pumped up from his internal pep talk, he was ready to hit the field.
Apex Predator
Josh was a typical frat brother. His cocky grin rarely left his face, giving way to his pearly smile and easy eyes. His blond hair scattered across his face in a messy but thoughtful manner, and his fit jock build meant few girls on campus didn't have a crush on him. His large set of pecs, subtle dashing of abs, and firm biceps ensured this. Josh was from California and dressed like it too. He loved to show off his golden tan in his well trimmed shorts and Birkenstock sandals. His long toned legs strutted from place to place with a sense of unburdened carelessness. Josh loved his life. He bounced from party to party, girl to girl, and couldn't seem happier.
In the winter, Josh's roommate moved out, however. The two were boys, quickly connecting over going out to drink and watching games back in the dorm. It was a real bummer to have his friend move out. His college would send over someone random, but Josh wasn't one to worry and didn't give his replacement much thought. A few nights later, Josh stumbled back to his dorm from a long night out to find a few bags slumped in the corner of the room. Looks like his replacement was found, though no where to be found in the dorm, so Josh went to bed for the night. Josh was awoken by the clanging of joysticks and an unmistakable odor. Josh was by no means clean, but he took care of himself. This smell was unlike anything else he'd smelt, not even comparable to Josh's time back on the soccer team in high school. As Josh got out of bed, he turn around to meet his new roommate.
Brogan was a giant, practically taking up the other side of the dorm with just his body alone, and it didn't hurt he sprawled his legs out at nearly 180 degrees. Josh was taken aback by his sheer presence but most obviously by his utter lack of clothes. Brogan's large hand obscured his cock but an endless forest of hair. His long hairy toes splayed out grasping at the carpet.
"Oh shit sorry dude, I didn't mean to catch you off guard. I'm Josh nice to meet you."
"Bro you're chilling, fuck, I just like to be comfortable at home, hope you don't mind haha."
Brogan was vapid at best and brain dead at worse. The lumbering oaf didn't have a glimmer of thoughts behind his dull eyes as he spoke to Josh. Josh, admitted weirded out by Brogan's nudity, could bare it. He wasn't new to naked men, he was around them all the time in the locker room, just a little odd to experience it five feet from his dorm bed. Josh and Brogan continued to chat, though not really hitting it off. The social skills of Josh seemed to flounder against the brick wall of Brogan who's full attention seemed to be either his video game or scratching his balls. Fuck it, Josh needed to leave, he'd had enough of thr smell of Brogan. Josh went about his day chatting with friends about his odd new roommate though the wistful Josh eventually pushed it back of mind. Another night of parties and girls was enough to remedy him.
Upon returning to his dorm, Brogan was passed out. The sheets were no where to be found with his hairy body laying on the raw mattress, his hand draped on his dick and loud snores filling the room. Josh kept to his own and simply went out to the bathroom to get ready for bed. As he brushed his teeth, Josh drove his fingers into his mouth to fish out a hair. On further inspection, it was a dark brown pubic hair. "Dude that's so fucking nasty. How the hell did his pube end up in my toothbrush." Josh rinsed his mouth under the sink over and over in disgust. He'd have to talk to this ogre tomorrow about this weird shit. Josh went to bed and rolled his eyes at his new roommate.
In the night, Josh began to toss and turn. The fit jock's body began to elongate, stretch out across the mattress. His feed began to dangle off the bed, increasing in size. His shoulders pushed out and broadened. His thighs becoming more defined. This constant growth was drowned out by snoring harmonized between the two roommates. In a cold sweat, Josh awoke in the late morning. He looked over at Brogan's bed only to find the wrinkled bed empty. Then, Josh looked down at his own now naked body. Josh bolted up in shock. He ran to the bathroom to see his new massive frame. He stumbled over his large feet and almost fell through the door.
Fuck! The once slim jock had put on pounds and pounds of muscle. He frantically looked around the bathroom to cover up, grabbing an old pair of underwear. Oh god it was Brogan's. The pair looked like they'd barely fit around his thick glutes and growing bulge. Any of Josh's underwear were out of the question then. Josh's massive hands took ahold of his phone to snap a picture. This was real.
Josh fit himself into the pair of underwear. The fabric brushed again his dick and it jolted awake. Josh slept around but this was unlike anything he had felt before. It was primal, raw. The underwear strained against his enlarged member as it wrapped around his massive quads. A wet spot quickly formed against the material as pre-cum leaked voraciously. Josh fought against his own instincts in an attempt to make it to class. He threw on some more of Brogan's dirty laundry. His hulking frame shook the ground as he picked up a pair of gym shorts and a loose tank, though the smell didn't seem to both Josh anymore. As he walked to class, Josh couldn't focus on anything. His straining member took his entire attention as he tried to fumble with his bulge to no avail. His gait stretched out awkwardly to adjust for his half hard dick, his big paw like hands tugged at the wet spot in his pants, and he cursed under his breadth only to hear a booming a voice. This mouth breathing version of himself drew the attention of anyone who could see, hear, or smell. Josh continued to panic but his brain felt like it was on overdrive, barely able to form coherent thoughts. Josh's mind just about short circuited when he ran into a scantly clad cross country runner. The twink's firm bubble butt practically fell out of his running shorts fresh off of practice. Josh's dick stood at full mast, punching its way out of his shorts at a massive 10 inches all the while leaking a stream of pre-cum.
Josh ran from campus trying to cover up his rowdy penis. His massive feet carrying his broad shoulders as his pecs bounced with each step. As he ran, his hair darkened from his effortless blonde hair to darker shade of brown. Finally, Josh stopped by the shore and with no one around, he started to jerk off. What was he doing? The jock had no inhibitions, no thoughts, other than trying to relieve himself. He tossed off his clothes, leaving him in nothing but Brogan's tight underwear from before. Nothing felt better than what Josh was doing now, it was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Josh's toes curled on the side of the shoreline as he drove his dick into his hands, groaning, practically yelling at this point. Then Josh finished. Streams of cum launched from Josh's foot long penis, rewiring his very brain chemistry. He laid on the ground panting from exhaustion, but he wanted more. Josh's hand, still coated in cum, began to stroke his member once again. Josh was in heavy as he cum over and over and over again. Hours passed like minutes as he coated every crevice of his body in a rich creamy cum. The divots of his defined abs were soaked. His hands dripping. But nothing was enough. Finally, a man caught side of the 6' 3" giant by the shoreside. As the man approached, all he could hear were organismic moans. A meaty hand grabbed Josh by the shoulder, interrupting him mid-ejaculation. It was Brogan.
Rather than being met with shame, Josh proudly turned around, dick in hand.
"Woah, dude, is that you Josh?" Brogan asked. Josh nodded yes, but continued to stroke his dick incessantly. "Haha" Brogan boomed, "You've turned out even better than expected. Come on you dumb fuck, you've got a lot to learn."
The words meant almost nothing to Josh, but Brogan dragged Josh back to their dorm. Josh's dick grotesquely protruded from his underwear as Brogan walked him across campus. The two freaks were hard to not notice, especially as Josh walked back in nothing but underwear.
Back in the dorm, Josh looked at Brogran with nothing but lust as he looked at Brogan. Brogan was overjoyed, "Josh! Look at you man, you're an absolute beast now, haha! Doesn't it feel great just letting everything go, I knew you'd give in to that primal desire, fuck dude, let's fucking go." But Josh stood their drooling both from his mouth and from his leaking penis. All he cared about was flexing and finding something to get off to. "You're not done yet buddy, I've got to teach you a few more things before you're my perfect roomie alright?"
Brogan sat down Josh. The dimly lit dorm and stench ridden sofa were Josh's new forever home. Brogan flicked on the TV. "This'll really drive you mad."
"All I am is porn. I am a worthless gooner. All I know is porn..." Josh continued.
Josh sat there stroking his dick without hesitation. But as he reached his climax, Brogan slapped his hands away. Josh struggled in pain as pre-cum flooded his shaft, but he didn't cum. Brogan released his hands and Josh, still transfixed on the TV continued to stroke. His veiny dick pulsated and grew in girth, but again right before he came, Brogan restrained him. Josh yelled in euphoric agony, his mind grinding down into nothing. Hours went by, and Brogan kept training Josh. As Josh's hands shriveled from the cum that coat his hands, Brogan handed him a pocket pussy. Freshly used and Josh's new best friend -- plastic -- was put to good use, but again right before Josh finished, Brogan stopped him.
"All I am is porn. I am a worthless gooner. All I know is porn..."
Josh sat there, day in and day out, gooning to whatever Brogan flicked on the TV. Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months. Josh's once overly muscular body began to slim out as his own exercise was constantly edging himself. Brogan treated Josh just like his personal sex. He would pleasure himself with whatever toys Brogan would provide to him. Whether fucking a plastic pussy and licking his own cum out of it, or rimming himself with a massive dildo, Josh would do whatever it took to cum, but he never could. Right before he cam, his body would shut off, leaving Josh in a state of pleasure and pain. All day and night, Josh would sit on that couch. His facial hair continued to grow out, and his stench only worsened. Brogan didn't mind, however. The drooling fucker made for the perfect roommate.
Josh was nothing more than a pathetic gooner now, Brogan's gooner to be specific. He chased the unending desire for pleasure, only to be stopped right before he could cum. He thought of nothing other than what object nearest him would bring him the most amount of pleasure, only to fall short every single time. His brain had completely turned off. He was desperate, but his body kept him pinned to the couch. Any time he would try and leave, his knees buckled under the organismic pleasure of his dick jolting awake. It needed his constant attention, and Josh could think or do nothing else. Sometimes Josh would pass out, only to wake up with a puddle of pre cum on the sofa. He'd lap up the cum and finger his mouth as he tried to reach ejaculation. Occasionally Brogan would get back from class or playing video games at his desk to sit by Josh. The fiend would dive into his armpits, grabbing onto whatever parts of Brogan he could in a desperate attempt to cum. The freak was fiendish, frantically rubbing his cum soiled body up and down, begging to be fucked harder. Brogan loved when he begged for it.
As the two fucked on the rancid couch, Josh begged for more. Brogan rammed him again and again, shaking the entire dorm, moaning out in pleasure. Josh was nearly there, he whimpered out, "please" the first time he'd spoken an actual word in weeks, begging to be fucked just a little bit more, he was so close he could feel it. Just then, Brogan came inside of Josh, flooding him. Brogan kept going, sliding in and out as cum filling his inside. Josh was on the edge still, feverishly worshipping Brogan. Brogan, again came inside of Josh. Brogan kept going to Josh's delight, but by the third climax, Josh realized he was never going to cum. Brogan had fucked every part of his body as hard as humanly possible, over and over again, but it was not enough. Brogan ripped his foot long penis out of Josh as Josh gushed cum from his leaking hole. Josh had practically passed out, but all the same he was no closer to cumming.
As Josh looked over at Brogan, who had passed out from exhaustion, Josh glanced back at his side of the dorm. His bed looked the same as it did the day he left in Brogan's underwear, untouched since then. Josh, for but a moment, thought about getting up, returning to his bed and returning to his life outside of Brogan. He could barely remember what that life was even like. But these thoughts were quickly erased by the raging boner he had between his legs. And so, rather than getting up, escaping his life on the couch, he reached his left hand into his ass to coat it in Brogan's cum, and began to hopeless jerk off once again. Josh was forever a slave to his primal desires, and forever prey to Brogan, the apex predator.
Water Polo
Beau was looking for something new. The 19 year old college sophomore enjoyed his freshman year, but he wanted to get more involved and meet new people while also staying in shape. As he hovered from group to group at his university’s club fair, nothing seemed to stick out to him. That was, until he approached the club water polo team’s booth. The group of men were clad in nothing more than speedos, causing Beau to slightly blush. He wasn’t gay or anything, but certainly didn’t have the confidence in his body nor his place on campus to be strutting around like those guys. Standing out from the rest, a giant man pushed forward to greet Beau.
The senior stood firm, his wide shoulders pushed back, chlorine wet hair slicked back in his hat, chest puffed out, and eyes obfuscated by his glasses. Beau couldn’t get a read on Sam behind those glasses and stoic expression. Sam’s veiny forearms guided his massive hand onto Beau’s as he introduced himself as the captain of the team. Sam gave Beau the sales pitch for joining the club, but Beau could only focus on Sam. As he spoke, Beau could feel Sam’s eyes scan him up and down. He couldn’t see behind those glasses, but he could just feel it. As Sam continued to talk, he nonchalantly felt up his body. Nothing major, just scratching his bulbous chest as he talked, touching the back of his head to expose his armpits, and running his hands along the sides of his speedo. Beau was chilled the longer he talked to Sam, but he was convincing. Maybe less of what he was saying and more what he was. Regardless, Beau committed himself to his first practice tomorrow morning.
Beau had been a swimmer back in high school and had the slender build to boot which cut through the water. Beau hadn’t heard much about the water polo team other than how tight-knit they were. As such, he was a little nervous to be joining his sophomore year. Though more on the timid side, Beau thought of himself as a pretty social person. He was always the runt of the group at a meager 5’ 8’, so he often relied on his humor and warm smile to get him by. He confidently got ready for practice and to make some new friends.
As he arrived, Sam welcomed him in. Again, he remained impossible to get a read on, whether he was happy or ambivalent to see Beau at practice. Sam gave Beau the team’s uniform: a speedo. The skimpy speedo was tight around his modest bulge, but Beau had already come to terms with the potential embarrassment of wearing so little. These would be his new friends, Beau thought, and there was really no way around it. Beau got changed and jumped in the pool.
Practice exhausted him. On the smaller end of players, Beau definitely felt out of shape. In spite of this, he felt energized to keep going. Though he had just met the people he was playing with, they all were so friendly and welcoming in and outside of the pool. The water polo team seemed to embrace Beau with open arms, something rare for a college, nonetheless as a late addition. Beau had never met any of the guys on the team, not even seen them around campus, but it felt like he had already known them for weeks as they continued to play.
Practice was wrapping up and Beau was getting ready to head out. He chatted with some of the guys, though Sam was nowhere to be found. Somewhat of a blessing and a curse. The rest of the team continued to stick around, something Beau loved to see. The team really was tight knit, but he had to leave and do some work for his classes the next day. As he left, he glanced back to see a bunch of the guys cackling around three guys. They were humping each other with a ball between them, to the delight of the rest of the team. Seemed like an odd joke, but Beau thought the team was just close. If you spend so much time together, it could make sense to have some off color humor. But they seemed really into it, practically fucking in front of everyone. The three men seemed to touch each other with increasing intensity, causing more and more laughs. Beau giggled a little out of discomfort, making eye contact with the three. The guy in the back didn’t seem too jovial, instead filled with an animal-like lust. Regardless, Beau was on his way out and didn’t really need to see more of this.
Beau continued to go to practice. It had been about two weeks on the team. He would work himself to the bone during practice, but the comradery was always worth it. Sure there were some odd gay jokes that went too far, but Beau really felt like part of something bigger. He had a host of new friends he’d say hi to between classes, eat meals with, and spend his nights with. Beau also found himself getting more fit. This was a different type of fit than before. In the past, his slim swimmer build was nothing more than some muscle tone, but water polo really added some much needed muscle. He felt more and more confident in his body. One night, after practice, Beau went back to his dorm and just flexed. His biceps looked great. His eyes traced down his body. Wow, his chest too. His abs were far more defined too. Beau then traced down to his crotch. He nudged his underwear down just a little, exposing his slender waist and just above exposing his penis entirely. He just stood there, admiring his body.
Beau got ready for practice the next morning, eager for another day. As he got ready, he flexed once again. Even compared to last night, Beau thought he added some mass. He flexed his biceps and just admired himself. The rest of the team did too, adding in chirps about how big he’s gotten. Beau looked more masculine and large. His muscles were a nice touch, but he thought he finally looked his age. He wasn’t the runt of the group, clearly larger than the freshman. His 5’ 10” stature was still on the shorter end, but he made up for it with his strength. That’s what the rest of the team loved about him. They always talked about how he could pass the ball the furthest, or throw it the fastest. Beau’s hands could clasp the ball and cut through the water like a real athlete. His shoulders could row his arms like oars. It felt like he was on the water polo team his whole life, he was built like he was born for it at least.
Beau left the locker room, still riding the high of all the half-joke compliments he got from the rest of the team about his physique. Beau excelled, feeling extra great. He felt like an animal tearing through the water. Afterwards, Sam approached him to chat. Though nothing major beyond commenting on how good Beau was doing, Beau was once again uneasy. He was almost in a trance talking to Sam. Almost as if his mere presence sent Beau into an altered state. As they chatted, Beau’s eyes drifted over at the poolside in the distance. Maybe he was just tired from practice, but it looked like someone was jerking off. Instead of looking away, he continued to stare. Sam too, continued to talk to Beau, but he couldn’t make out the words. The man stroked his cock underneath his speedo. His long legs spread out on the bench, occasionally sprawling out and kicking in pleasure. His head knocked back and eyes closed tight. His mouth was agape the entire time, Beau could almost see him drooling. The guy just kept jerking and jerking and jerking, but the most odd part was the guys around him watching. They just watched him. No one stepped in to stop him, or make any comments, they just sat transfixed on his penis. Sam snapped Beau back to reality with a hearty pat on the back and sent him back to the locker room. Beau went on autopilot, not even acknowledging what he just saw. He got changed and went back to his dorm.
Beau’s head was more fuzzy than usual as he entered his dorm. Not a head pain, more just noise. He closed his eyes and pictures of his team mate jerking off flashed in his eyes. He couldn’t get the image of his legs kicked against the concrete, toes curling, and mouth drooling onto his cock. Fuck, he was so horny. Beau pulled out his phone and needed to find someone to hook up with. He snapped a picture of himself and sent it to some random girl on Snapchat. This wasn’t like him. He wasn’t even sure who he sent the picture to, just that he wanted her over at his place as soon as possible. His size 12 foot stepped on the counter top of his bathroom and opened his crotch up to the mirror. His dick was strained against his underwear leaving little to the imagination. His muscles were carved by the lighting in the bathroom, this would get her over here for sure. However, Beau continued to look at himself in the mirror. God he was so hot. Beau dropped his phone, not even seeing if the random girl he wanted to hook up with had responded. Instead, he opted to jerk off to himself. His gaze transfixed onto his own body. His phone buzzed on the floor, presumably with texts back about the promiscuous photo he just sent, but all Beau could focus on was his own body. He ripped his cock out from his underwear and stroked his dick. It was unbelievably sensitive. His dick could feel every digit, every touch along his shaft. Beau’s brain was haywired in that moment, completely overtaken by pleasure. His gaze now focused on his own eyes in the mirror as he fucked his hand on the countertop. He thrust and thrust with his teeth gritted and fist clenched around his member. Grunting louder and louder, Beau came over and over again. His 8” cock flooded the sink and flung cum all over the mirror.
Holy fuck, Beau was on fire. Beau stumbled back to his bed. His heavy frame stomped with each step, back and forth still dazed from his climax. Fuck. He was still horny. He had one desire and one desire alone. He was like a drone back on autopilot. Beau wanted more. Jerking off again just wouldn’t do it. Beau NEEDED more. Without thinking, he got back up in search of his phone. He grunted in anger and desperation. His phone laid dormant on his bathroom floor, now drizzled with sweat and cum. He licked off whatever was on his phone like an animal, devouring it down in hopes of cleaning it off. He sprawled himself on his desk chair. What once was filled with school work, now sat barren. Regardless, Beau snapped a picture of himself bare naked, but instead of sending it to an unnamed bimbo, he pulled up Sam’s contact. Without a second thought, Beau sent a picture over.
Beau was going crazy while he waited. He just sent the picture over to Sam, but all he could think about was Sam. Why was he not responding? He was so horny. While he waited he beat his meat relentlessly but it wasn’t enough. Where was Sam? By the time Sam came over, Beau had already ejaculated 5 times. His bed was doused in cum, sweat, and drool. But who cares, Sam was finally here. Beau threw himself at Sam, hoping he would fuck him, even just kiss him, perhaps even just touch him, but instead he just stood there. Sam directed Beau back to his bed and stood over him. Sam gave him a nearly translucent piece of fabric that could be loosely defined as underwear to put on. Beau put it on and bucked his hips up hoping for anything. Instead, Sam commanded him to jerk off. The two maintained eye contact the entire time. Sam stared at Beau like he was his prey, and Beau loved it. Any and all thoughts fell away, instead Beau was Sam’s. Though Sam never touched Beau, Beau imagined Sam’s touch along his huge biceps, he imagined Sam’s tongue along his abs, he imagined Sam’s dick ramming inside of him, all of this without breaking eye contact with Sam himself. Beau’s body shook the bed as he jerked off while Beau stood unmoving. This continued for what felt like hours. He masturbated, then came, then masturbated, then came. Sam watched all of it, until Beau, so exhausted, passed out.
Beau awoke the next morning energized. The night before was fuzzy, nothing more than a dream to him. He had a faint feeling that he saw Sam, but that wasn’t possible, he didn’t even have the captain’s number, nonetheless he was close enough to hangout outside of practice. Beau got out of bed and started getting ready for practice. As he brushed his teeth, his dick was insatiable. Beau was wearing one of his favorite pieces of underwear. Beau thought about where he got it but was dumbfounded, but damn did he like how it showed off his body. Beau knew how hot he was, and he fucked his hand on the bathroom sink to his muscularity. He was so excited to go to water polo today, it was game day.
Like clockwork, Beau made his way into the locker room and stripped down to nothing but his underwear. The water polo boys were extra eager about Beau today. They complimented him on how big he’s gotten the biggest they’ve ever seen. Were they talking about his body or his dick, ha. Beau chuckled at the thought, though his dick was firm against his underwear. His 10” dick was impossible to manage, and his teammates always chirped him for it. His teammates would pass by him and grab at his biceps. They were impossibly large. Beau spent hours in the gym, even outside of practice. They commented on his cannon, how he could throw the ball faster and further than anyone else on the team. Yeah Beau had a cannon alright. God damn he was big. His shoulders rounded out like football pads. His veins pulsated from his gargantuan forearms. His hands could not only clutch the ball, but pop it with his grasp. Beau pulled out his phone and snapped a picture. Without thinking, he sent a picture, not to Sam, but to the water polo group chat. Beau doesn’t remember when he was added to the chat, but it was filled with nothing other than pictures of the team’s bodies. Picture after picture of the team. This would be a good addition, Beau thought.
The game was amazing. Beau was an all star player, easily able to keep up with those around him. The team dominated the pool. What was once a foreign sport was now his second nature. He worked in tandem with his jockish teammates, operating as a pack of animals with an unmatched strength. The puny opponents could do nothing against Beau and the team’s sheer size and power. At the command of their fearless captain, the team tore their opponents apart. Beau was filled with satisfaction, unlike anything else. He felt great pride at fulfilling Sam’s orders and at accomplishing victory alongside his best friends. This was his community. Beau had found his people.
To celebrate, the team was invited over to Sam’s place, the water polo house. Most of the team lived there and was the main hangout spot for the team, but Beau had yet to be over as a newbie. As the team piled in, the place was filled to the brim with giants. The hulking water polo team was made at home in the odorous house. The place reeked bodily fluids, but the team certainly couldn’t tell. Beau and the team chatted and just hung out like the best friends they were, that was, until Sam made his entrance. Sam entered and congratulated the team on their latest victory. Every one of Beau’s teammates sat on Sam’s every word. His word was gospel to them, Beau included. His approval of today’s game was more joy than any one of them could ever ask for. To celebrate, Sam stared ahead. His eyes said it all. Without another word, every member of the water polo team stripped off their clothes.
Beau hadn’t appreciated his body after the game. He had grown to an impossible 6’ 8”. His weight crushed the coach beneath him. His size 14 feet emitted an unstoppable oder, forever damp from sweat. His toes reached out and planted themselves on the ground, perfect for paddling his massive frame through the water. His calves were sharpened into nothing but muscle that jutted out of his frame. His quads bulged out like overstuffed balloons. Could clothes even fit the muscle freak? Beau’s torso was no different. His cobblestone abs cut out from his stomach. But the most egregious part of his newfound form was his upper body. His chest dominated his form, pushing out of his frame. His pecs obscured his ability to even look at the rest of his body. His arms were disgustingly large, able to crush anything in sight. His massive hands reached down to clench the couch. Beau was so, fucking, large. He was a muscular god, but so was the rest of the team.
Beau laid back and began to jerk off. As he looked up from his 12” dick that not even his own hands could completely engulf, he saw a room full of beasts also jerking off. Grunts echoed around the room as each and every member of the water polo team was feeling themselves, touching themselves. Fuck, beau was so focused on himself, he didn’t even realize the wilderness around him. Pressure was building in Beau as he continued to jerk off, his eyes darting from person to person, all of them staring at Beau. With a single glance, Sam commanded the celebration to commence. The entire team dove at one another, fucking each other relentlessly. Some members sat in a circle jerking one another, others ramming their own teammates against the walls of Sam’s house. Beau pushed one of his teammates over the couch, fucking him hard enough to break the couch. Behind Beau was a teammate that began to fuck Beau. His muscular ass was penetrated by a fat, gigantic dick. Beau let out a massive grunt, with no unfamiliarity and only lust. As beau was fucking and was getting fucked, another teammate began to worship his pits, entranced by Beau’s musk. Beau’s mouth in the meantime passed from lips to lips, from body part to body part. Every teammate couldn’t do enough to satisfy their needs. Gallons of cum flooded the house and glazed each and every member. The orgy continued for hours and hours. Not a single crevice of Beau’s new godly body was left untouched by cocks, tongues, and cum.
Beau was finally a part of the team. As he got ready for practice, he made out with one of his teammates. As he slid on his speedo, he fucked one of them against the lockers. He was running late and tucked his penis into his speedo, though still hard and sticking out. The guys jumped in the pool for another day of practice at the command of Sam. Between scrimmages and drills, it wasn’t uncommon to see Beau or another member of the team jerking off. Beau had moved out of his dorm and into the water polo house. He was rarely seen outside of practice of the team’s house. He didn’t need to interact with the rest of the campus, he had found his people. The team would study together, punctuated with study breaks of course. The team would eat together, preparing pounds upon pounds of protein to maintain their physique. Beau struggled to go to class. His demanding penis often leaking precum and required a bathroom break with a few other water polo boys. It was easy to do this now, as Beau swapped out of all of his classes into generic physical therapy and sports medicine classes filled with his teammates. The jocks sat in the back, smelling of chlorine, dripping drool and sweat on their notebooks, not that they took notes. Occasionally before class, some wistful girl would try to flirt with Beau or another member of the team, but their fried brains and interest in only each other made sure those dumb fucks remained single. It was always the team, and only the team. Why would they need anyone else? Beau had effectively disappeared from campus and spent his days covered in cum, fucking for hours, and of course, playing water polo.
Roommate Roulette
Two unlikely roommates are changed forever after accidentally changing their best and worst traits in hopes to improve how they get along.
Jay Johnson (JJ) was a meek twink. The college junior, at this point, wasn't a late bloomer but rather someone who'd never break out of their shell. His 5' 8" stature and inability to put on muscle hampered his confidence. Though he was gay, he was incredibly envious. Some would even call JJ an incel. Throughout college, he'd never been able to get with anyone. To cope, he'd blame it on the college. There simply weren't enough gay men around and the ones there were were simply too weird or too ugly or just not his type. What was his type? Well like many gay men, JJ yearned for a tall strong man. A masculine man who could satisfy JJ's needs, but unfortunately a man like that didn't exist in JJ's life. And so, he filled his romantic life with lusting after straight men he'd never have. Whether hot football players or a cute guy in the library, JJ would fantasize about what it'd be like to finally have a guy like that.
Trouble arose when a guy like that did enter his life. JJ had previously lived alone in his dorm for most of his college years, but this year, due to budget cuts, he'd have to have a roommate. JJ wasn't known for his friendships, so he'd be slotted in with someone random. Come move-in, JJ discovered his new roommate for the next year. Zachariah Gattouzo (Zach) was a hulking figure of a man. The 6' 2" former soccer player towered over JJ. His veins decorated his sculpted muscles. His voice deep and slow. JJ couldn't imagine a more perfect man, and now he'd be his roommate.
This is where the good news ended, however. Though he was the perfect man to JJ, he was far from the perfect roommate. Zach was loud and messy. He rarely cleaned up after himself and left his dirty laundry around the dorm. JJ was a neat freak, and despised the odor that came from Zach and his belongings after his long escapades at the gym and whatever else that happened behind his dorm room door. The only saving grace was that the two had separate rooms, but that did little to prevent the messiness from spilling over. In spite of this, JJ still caught himself ogling at Zach. He'd often jaunt around the dorm shirtless, exposing his pillowy pecs and deep cut abs. The nights were Zach wasn't out partying, the two might strike up conversation and JJ would get the chance to stare into his piercing eyes, glance at his white smile, and listen to his smooth voice. Though JJ would often pick up on subtle slip ups from Zach. He wasn't outright homophobic, but he definitely thought less of JJ and JJ knew the two would never be close friends.
These talks, however, were infrequent as Zach would rarely be doing anything other than partying at night. In fact, most nights, Zach would bring back some lucky girl. JJ rarely went out and would be subject to listening to the loud duo behind closed doors. He hated the slamming and shaking, but deep down he enjoyed it, wishing that he could experience what sleeping with such a man would be like. JJ would pleasure himself deep into the night as nothing more than an incel, eagerly fantasizing about something he'd never have. He'd stroke his average penis and imagine what it'd be like to be like Zach. To command a room, to have all eyes on him, and to be able to get any girl he'd want. Instead, JJ was meek and quiet, unable to get any gay man within a 100 mile radius. This emptiness ate away at him. His thoughts would spiral, then interrupted by Zach's guttural moans and the girl's euphoric screams.
JJ laid in bed reeling from his first week with Zach. From messiness, to subtle homophobia, to JJ's growing jealousy. He was being driven mad and lustful of Zach, and he couldn't keep this lifestyle up for much longer. He got no sleep, started dosing off in classes, and his hatred for himself only grew with each thought of how perfect Zach was. JJ pondered how things ended up like this. He looked up to the ceiling of his dorm, and wished that him and Zach could get along. Drifting off to sleep, JJ put in earplugs to try and drown out whatever Zach was doing behind closed doors. Once JJ fell asleep, his alarm clock began to light up. The glitched pixels flashed an array of numbers rapidly. "Trait roulette protocol beginning."
JJ woke the next morning. Rather than feeling tired from his late night of attempted sleep, he rose with a newfound energy. He looked down at his legs and rather than seeing his scrawny, short legs, he saw toned, well-carved legs. JJ panicked. Something was wrong, perhaps he was still dreaming. As he stood, everything around him looked much smaller. JJ stumbled as his larger feet caught his fall. As he looked down to catch himself, JJ's eyes are drawn to his torso. Replacing his bird-like body that hadn't seen a push-up since high school gym class was a body of marble. His firm pecs protruded from his body and decorated with hard nipples. His abs were well defined with a V cut drawing into his tight fitting underwear that wrapped itself around his larger quads. JJ couldn't help put snap a picture of his new self in the mirror. His cocky smug face glanced down at the phone, delighted in what he found. His hair was perfectly styled despite just getting up. His nose was narrow and sharp. His eyes demanded attention. This was everything JJ wanted to be. Masculine, tall, muscular. JJ's dream came true and he couldn't wait to see how this new self fared in finally getting laid. But before he got ahead of himself, JJ wanted to check out the rest of him.
JJ locked the bathroom door and quickly took his underwear off. To his surprise, his dick was the one thing that didn't change. It was the same average size cock. Nothing terrible, but compared to the rest of his body, it looked out of place. Though JJ couldn't complain given the rest of him was given such an upgrade. Deciding to get ready, JJ began pissing. He looked down at the toilet bowl, much taller than before. His large feet splayed firmly on the ground. As he pissed, his dick sprang alive. Fuck, JJ had never felt such a surge of horniness before. His hardened cock splashed piss against the bathroom floor. In spite of his erection, JJ awkwardly moved his larger frame to the ground with a piece of toilet paper to clean up his mess.
JJ decided to hit the gym. He wanted to show off his body to the rest of campus and see just how strong his new body was. Throwing on some gym clothes Zach had left in his room, JJ left the dorm. As he left, his alarm clock began to glitch once again.
"Round 1: Completed. Height: Player 1 copied from Player 2. Muscularity: Player 1 copied from Player 2. Sexual desires: Player 1 copied from Player 2 (in progress)"
"Round 2: Beginning. Sexual desires: Player 1 copied from Player 2. Genitalia: Player 1 given to Player 2. Habitation Preferences: Player 1 copied from Player 2."
Coming back from the gym, JJ quickly ran back to the bathroom. He was doused in sweat from working out. Every bicep curl, split squat, and benchpress flooded JJ with energy. He was lifting weights he'd never thought possible, and was even getting some stares from those around him. Taking his sweaty gym shirt off, he admired his glistening body. His masculine odor filled his nostrils. He was starting to get hard once again. JJ lifted his armpits to get a better whiff. He was a real man, finally. JJ tossed his shirt to the ground without a second thought as he was intrenched by his body. He kicked off Zach's shoes, JJ exposed his burly feet. The perfectly snug sneakers exposed a sour scent. JJ's dick got harder. Fuck he needed to shower before he came all over the bathroom.
In the shower, JJ ran his bear-like hands across his sculpted body. The water damped his stench, but didn't eliminate it, to JJ's delight. He continued to huff the crevices of his body. His erect cock began to piss, and JJ got an idea. He aimed his cock up and began to shower himself in his warm liquid. JJ's dick only got more hard, almost painfully so. His piss drizzled down across his sharp body and down onto his feet. His feet. JJ couldn't stop thinking about his feet. He sat down in the shower and began to rub them, feel every inch of them. His massive toes along his size 14 soles. JJ was so hard it hurt, but couldn't move his hands away from worshipping his own feet. In fact, he wouldn't even avert his eyes from them. In sheer pleasure, JJ began to cum still sitting on the shower floor. Exhausted, JJ got out of the shower forgetting to actually clean any part of himself. As he got out, he looked in the mirror and snapped a pic. While his perfect body was just the same, he glanced down to see his cock has shrunk. What was previously a modest 5" penis was now 2" flaccid. JJ panicked. His large frame made his dick look even more humiliating. Despite the rest of him being perfect, JJ's same thoughts of inadequacy came flooding back to him. No one could love a man with such a tiny pathetic dick. He was just a loser. Fuck all those people at the gym were probably just thinking about how small his dick was. Fuck them. At least JJ had a way better body than them, those fat ugly bitches. JJ needed to cool off and take a nap. He left to his dorm room, quickly shutting the door behind him. As he did this, Zach was experiencing changes too.
Zach's door had stayed shut all morning, other than the early morning departure of whoever he was sleeping with. He has completely missed JJ leave for the gym, but Zach was thankful for this. In his room, he was changing. Zach woke with a furious erection. Zach was a horny guy, but this was harder than before. He sloppily wrapped both hands around his 10" dick but couldn't get off. He tried for about an hour, watching porn, looking at his folder of nudes he'd collected from girls, anything. Confused, Zach ran to the bathroom to try to find a solution. He hoped in the shower to try and distract himself from his 10 incher bobbing around, but it was no luck. He got out of the shower and began to stroke his cock. Just then, the thought of JJ entered his mind. Precum flooded from his dick, lubricating his shaft and spilling onto the bathroom floor. Grabbing the nearest rag to wipe his mess up, Zach snagged his own gym shirt. As he cleaned his dick, his nose caught a whiff of it. This was his shirt, but it smelled different. It smelled like JJ? JJ didn't go to the gym, or at least Zach wasn't aware of this, yet he knew it was JJ's fragrance. He pressed the sweaty gym shirt to his nose, inhaling deeply. He suckled on the shirt, sucking out drips of sweat mixed with his own precum. Zach was drooling profusely. As he stroked his dick more and more, he finally climaxed. He shot load after load, covering the wall and floor of the bathroom. Zach's head finally began to clear with his erection subsiding, but as he looked down as the mess he made, he noticed his dick was even larger. His dick sat at over 12 inches. As he calmed down, his flaccid dick settled at 10 inches. Zach was bewildered at his newfound penis, but he was more disturbed by his sudden obsession with JJ's used gym shirt. He threw his underwear back on and went back to his room to take a nap and clear his head.
"Round 3: Beginning. Sexual desires: Player 1 copied from Player 2. Vocal Sound: Player 1 given to Player 2. Dominance: Player 2 given to Player 1."
JJ awoke from his nap. His sheets smelled of sweat and piss, but rather than disgust, JJ's dick felt a slight surge of arousal. JJ swung his massive legs and feet off the bed, and arrogantly walked to the bathroom. His wide stance mimicked his growing ego. As he opened the bathroom door, his large foot stomped directly into a puddle of cum left behind from Zach. JJ's blood began to boil. Zach began shouting at Zach's door, his voice much higher pitch than usual. His emasculate voice was quickly drowned out by his forceful pounding on the door. Zach awoke from his nap and opened the door. Zach was dazed, but even then he didn't remember JJ looking like this. Was he always this tall and muscular? Zach didn't have time to think as he was berated by JJ. "What the fuck is wrong with you, I fucking stepped in your cum, you freak." Rather than anger in the face of JJ screaming down his face, Zach felt a genuine remorse. Zach's deep voice bellowed, deeper than before: "Oh, I'm really sorry, I won't let it happen again." As Zach timidly spoke, his 10 inch dick began to grow erect at the mere presence of JJ. JJ glanced down to see Zach's massive meat. Zach blushed in embarrassment, knowing his own dick was so much smaller. "Fuck off dude. And get control of whatever's in your pants." JJ flipped Zach off and slammed the door shut.
JJ laid down in his bed, envious of Zach once again. How did JJ get stuck with such a weird roommate. Who leaves cum all over the bathroom floor, that little beta bitch boy needs to learn to clean up. But JJ was still attracted to the guy. He began to jerk off to the memory of Zach's footlong penis. What would have previously sent him over the edge, barely awoke his 2 inch dick. Fuck! JJ was such a loser. He can't even get his tiny dick to do anything. Maybe it was Zach's fault. Yeah he was an attractive guy, but he isn't the shit he thinks he is. JJ decided to open Grindr and decorate his account with new picture of his perfect body.
"Round 4: Beginning. Sexual desires: Player 1 swapped with Player 2. Sexuality: Player 1 swapped with Player 2. Homosexual tolerance: Player 1 swap with Player 2."
Upon messaging a few duded, JJ's dick was still just as flaccid, but he wanted to meet up with one of them first. Headed out of the dorm, JJ threw on some more of Zach's dirty gym clothes and left. Arriving at the guy's place, JJ felt slightly uncomfortable. He had never actually met up with someone on Grindr, hell he'd barely even messaged anyone. Those he did would ghost him, but now he was with a pretty decent looking dude. As they started to get more intimate, JJ's dick was unchanging. In a sudden instant, JJ recoiled from the man's touch. Almost like he was filled with disgust, JJ backed off. Instinctually, JJ snared "Dude, what the fuck are you doing." The man looked utterly confused, like he did something wrong. "Don't fucking touch me" hissed JJ, unable to control what he would say next. "I'll beat your ass if you ever talk to me again." JJ threw back on his clothes and left. His head hurt, but the anger was all the same. But he still needed to get laid. Now, instead of Grindr, he opened up Snapchat. Messaging some girl he had met in class, he sent over some shirtless pics. JJ didn't even think twice about messaging a girl, he just needed some relief.
The two quickly made their way back to JJ's dorm. The dirty clothes, gym odor, and foul bathroom hit the girl's nostril's quickly. JJ ungracefully began to kiss and fondle her. His rough hands clumsily felt her up. They continued and JJ's dick had finally come alive. More than just alive. JJ's dick was rock hard needing a release, though only standing at 2.5 inches. JJ guided her face into her feet to worship him, but she pulled away. JJ continued to try to force her into his feet, but she once again refused. JJ began to grow angry. He pushed her away and demanded that she lick them. She was disgusted if not confused. JJ's tiny dick stood at full mast, dripping precum as he yelled at the girl to worship his feet. In disgust, the girl berated him. "No way am I touching you, your feet, or your tiny dick, you asshole." JJ's anger boiled over and in response he began to yell back. "You know what, you should be thankful you even got in bed with you, you're chopped as fuck. How did you even get into this school? You're dumb as fuck and there's no way you could sleep your way in with a face like that." The girl slapped JJ across and the face, got redressed, and stormed out . FUCK! JJ was pissed. He was so horny. That dumb bitch, she was so fucking ugly anyway. I'd never sleep with her, I dodged a bullet.
JJ decided to take another nap to clear his head. When he awoke, he had a barrage of messages from girls calling him a piece of shit. They were mostly random girls JJ had met briefly from classes, likely friends of the girl. He didn't think much of it, they were all dumb bitches anyways. He scrolled through Snapchat again and messaged a new girl. She responded with a curt "Fuck off tiny dick." What? JJ hotheadedly responded with "The fuck is wrong with you? I'd fuck you to calm you down but I don't have a bag to cover your face. You're out of luck sweetheart" and he blocked her contact. JJ told himself the girls on campus were just weird, ugly, and not his type. That's why he wasn't getting laid. His incel habits had only worsened with his new body
That's when an idea of desperation came into his mind. JJ walked over to the dorm door and knocked on Zach's door. "Yo, cumface, did you clean up your mess?" Zach opened the door meekly. "Yeah I cleaned it up." JJ looked Zach up and down. His footlong dick was once again fully erect. "I got something else for you to clean, shitbag."
Zach almost immediately began to worship every inch of JJ. Zach was normally the one getting worshipped by random girls from campus, but now it was JJ. He ran his slobbering tongue across his armpits, his mouth sucked on each toe, Zach was in heaven. The newly gay giant was utterly obsessed with his roommate, spending most of the day jerking off to the idea of him. He had been listening to him hook up with that girl mere moments ago, wishing for a way for it to be him. And his wish came true. Zach was face down on the floor worshipping JJ's perfect body. His 12" dick leaked precum, pooling on the floor around Zach's hands and knees. JJ forced Zach's mouth around his tiny 2.5" inch dick. JJ closed his eyes tightly, imaging the mouth around his cock as a woman. He wasn't fucking gay. As Zach caressed JJ's biceps and nipples, JJ continued to force his dick in and out of Zach's mouth. With his eyes shut, JJ began to shoot loads into Zach's mouth. JJ's tiny balls only pumped out small spurts of cum, but it was more than enough for Zach. On the other hand, Zach began to cum in response, shooting gigantic ropes across the floor and onto Zach's feet, with low booming moans shook the dorm. JJ was enraged. In his post-nut clarity, he stormed to the bathroom, leaving Zach in a puddle of cum and drool.
"What the fuck is wrong with me. I'm not fucking gay" yelled JJ in his nasally voice. JJ was furious at himself that he couldn't get some bimbo to pleasure him. He stared down at his tiny dick. It was still erect which only made JJ even more mad. Zach admittedly did an excellent job worshipping JJ, but he hated it, he hated Zach, he hated himself. In a repressed rage, JJ stormed back out of the bathroom and began to fuck Zach. His puny dick barely penetrated Zach's muscular ass. "You fucking dirty faggot" JJ screamed, unsure if he was referring to himself or Zach. JJ pulled his dick out from Zach and began to piss on him. "Yeah you fucking dirty faggot."
The two roommates would go at it for hours in their filthy room. Zach, diligently doting at every word. He was hopelessly obsessed with his straight roommate, wishing at every moment to be with him. His gargantuan dick always leaking at the mere thought of his dominant and muscular roommate. When JJ wasn't around, he'd sniff his used underwear, underwear that JJ would wear for weeks on end. JJ, on the other hand, was in a constant fit of rage. When he wasn't cursing out girls for ghosting him or making fun of him in bed, he was cursing out Zach. Women seemed to run from JJ, whether that be from his crude anger, his rancid smell, or his puny dick. But he always has Zach. Zach loved to be cucked. He was a worthless cocksucking cum guzzler, just like JJ would scream at him. JJ would piss all over him as he sucked on JJ's feet. JJ could only get off to Zach's thorough worshipping, but he was in denial. JJ was a straight incel trapped in a world of ignorant women and dirty gay men, so if he couldn't sleep with the former, he might as well dominate the latter. As JJ fucked Zach once again, his alarm clock glitched for a final time.
"Trait roulette protocol complete."
(Images from Smokinonjay and Gattouz0)
Roommate Roulette
Two unlikely roommates are changed forever after accidentally changing their best and worst traits in hopes to improve how they get along.
Jay Johnson (JJ) was a meek twink. The college junior, at this point, wasn't a late bloomer but rather someone who'd never break out of their shell. His 5' 8" stature and inability to put on muscle hampered his confidence. Though he was gay, he was incredibly envious. Some would even call JJ an incel. Throughout college, he'd never been able to get with anyone. To cope, he'd blame it on the college. There simply weren't enough gay men around and the ones there were were simply too weird or too ugly or just not his type. What was his type? Well like many gay men, JJ yearned for a tall strong man. A masculine man who could satisfy JJ's needs, but unfortunately a man like that didn't exist in JJ's life. And so, he filled his romantic life with lusting after straight men he'd never have. Whether hot football players or a cute guy in the library, JJ would fantasize about what it'd be like to finally have a guy like that.
Trouble arose when a guy like that did enter his life. JJ had previously lived alone in his dorm for most of his college years, but this year, due to budget cuts, he'd have to have a roommate. JJ wasn't known for his friendships, so he'd be slotted in with someone random. Come move-in, JJ discovered his new roommate for the next year. Zachariah Gattouzo (Zach) was a hulking figure of a man. The 6' 2" former soccer player towered over JJ. His veins decorated his sculpted muscles. His voice deep and slow. JJ couldn't imagine a more perfect man, and now he'd be his roommate.
This is where the good news ended, however. Though he was the perfect man to JJ, he was far from the perfect roommate. Zach was loud and messy. He rarely cleaned up after himself and left his dirty laundry around the dorm. JJ was a neat freak, and despised the odor that came from Zach and his belongings after his long escapades at the gym and whatever else that happened behind his dorm room door. The only saving grace was that the two had separate rooms, but that did little to prevent the messiness from spilling over. In spite of this, JJ still caught himself ogling at Zach. He'd often jaunt around the dorm shirtless, exposing his pillowy pecs and deep cut abs. The nights were Zach wasn't out partying, the two might strike up conversation and JJ would get the chance to stare into his piercing eyes, glance at his white smile, and listen to his smooth voice. Though JJ would often pick up on subtle slip ups from Zach. He wasn't outright homophobic, but he definitely thought less of JJ and JJ knew the two would never be close friends.
Apex Predator
Josh was a typical frat brother. His cocky grin rarely left his face, giving way to his pearly smile and easy eyes. His blond hair scattered across his face in a messy but thoughtful manner, and his fit jock build meant few girls on campus didn't have a crush on him. His large set of pecs, subtle dashing of abs, and firm biceps ensured this. Josh was from California and dressed like it too. He loved to show off his golden tan in his well trimmed shorts and Birkenstock sandals. His long toned legs strutted from place to place with a sense of unburdened carelessness. Josh loved his life. He bounced from party to party, girl to girl, and couldn't seem happier.
In the winter, Josh's roommate moved out, however. The two were boys, quickly connecting over going out to drink and watching games back in the dorm. It was a real bummer to have his friend move out. His college would send over someone random, but Josh wasn't one to worry and didn't give his replacement much thought. A few nights later, Josh stumbled back to his dorm from a long night out to find a few bags slumped in the corner of the room. Looks like his replacement was found, though no where to be found in the dorm, so Josh went to bed for the night. Josh was awoken by the clanging of joysticks and an unmistakable odor. Josh was by no means clean, but he took care of himself. This smell was unlike anything else he'd smelt, not even comparable to Josh's time back on the soccer team in high school. As Josh got out of bed, he turn around to meet his new roommate.
Brogan was a giant, practically taking up the other side of the dorm with just his body alone, and it didn't hurt he sprawled his legs out at nearly 180 degrees. Josh was taken aback by his sheer presence but most obviously by his utter lack of clothes. Brogan's large hand obscured his cock but an endless forest of hair. His long hairy toes splayed out grasping at the carpet.
Water Polo
Beau was looking for something new. The 19 year old college sophomore enjoyed his freshman year, but he wanted to get more involved and meet new people while also staying in shape. As he hovered from group to group at his university’s club fair, nothing seemed to stick out to him. That was, until he approached the club water polo team’s booth. The group of men were clad in nothing more than speedos, causing Beau to slightly blush. He wasn’t gay or anything, but certainly didn’t have the confidence in his body nor his place on campus to be strutting around like those guys. Standing out from the rest, a giant man pushed forward to greet Beau.
The senior stood firm, his wide shoulders pushed back, chlorine wet hair slicked back in his hat, chest puffed out, and eyes obfuscated by his glasses. Beau couldn’t get a read on Sam behind those glasses and stoic expression. Sam’s veiny forearms guided his massive hand onto Beau’s as he introduced himself as the captain of the team. Sam gave Beau the sales pitch for joining the club, but Beau could only focus on Sam. As he spoke, Beau could feel Sam’s eyes scan him up and down. He couldn’t see behind those glasses, but he could just feel it. As Sam continued to talk, he nonchalantly felt up his body. Nothing major, just scratching his bulbous chest as he talked, touching the back of his head to expose his armpits, and running his hands along the sides of his speedo. Beau was chilled the longer he talked to Sam, but he was convincing. Maybe less of what he was saying and more what he was. Regardless, Beau committed himself to his first practice tomorrow morning.
Beau had been a swimmer back in high school and had the slender build to boot which cut through the water. Beau hadn’t heard much about the water polo team other than how tight-knit they were. As such, he was a little nervous to be joining his sophomore year. Though more on the timid side, Beau thought of himself as a pretty social person. He was always the runt of the group at a meager 5’ 8’, so he often relied on his humor and warm smile to get him by. He confidently got ready for practice and to make some new friends.
As he arrived, Sam welcomed him in. Again, he remained impossible to get a read on, whether he was happy or ambivalent to see Beau at practice. Sam gave Beau the team’s uniform: a speedo. The skimpy speedo was tight around his modest bulge, but Beau had already come to terms with the potential embarrassment of wearing so little. These would be his new friends, Beau thought, and there was really no way around it. Beau got changed and jumped in the pool.
Practice exhausted him. On the smaller end of players, Beau definitely felt out of shape. In spite of this, he felt energized to keep going. Though he had just met the people he was playing with, they all were so friendly and welcoming in and outside of the pool. The water polo team seemed to embrace Beau with open arms, something rare for a college, nonetheless as a late addition. Beau had never met any of the guys on the team, not even seen them around campus, but it felt like he had already known them for weeks as they continued to play.
Practice was wrapping up and Beau was getting ready to head out. He chatted with some of the guys, though Sam was nowhere to be found. Somewhat of a blessing and a curse. The rest of the team continued to stick around, something Beau loved to see. The team really was tight knit, but he had to leave and do some work for his classes the next day. As he left, he glanced back to see a bunch of the guys cackling around three guys. They were humping each other with a ball between them, to the delight of the rest of the team. Seemed like an odd joke, but Beau thought the team was just close. If you spend so much time together, it could make sense to have some off color humor. But they seemed really into it, practically fucking in front of everyone. The three men seemed to touch each other with increasing intensity, causing more and more laughs. Beau giggled a little out of discomfort, making eye contact with the three. The guy in the back didn’t seem too jovial, instead filled with an animal-like lust. Regardless, Beau was on his way out and didn’t really need to see more of this.
Beau continued to go to practice. It had been about two weeks on the team. He would work himself to the bone during practice, but the comradery was always worth it. Sure there were some odd gay jokes that went too far, but Beau really felt like part of something bigger. He had a host of new friends he’d say hi to between classes, eat meals with, and spend his nights with. Beau also found himself getting more fit. This was a different type of fit than before. In the past, his slim swimmer build was nothing more than some muscle tone, but water polo really added some much needed muscle. He felt more and more confident in his body. One night, after practice, Beau went back to his dorm and just flexed. His biceps looked great. His eyes traced down his body. Wow, his chest too. His abs were far more defined too. Beau then traced down to his crotch. He nudged his underwear down just a little, exposing his slender waist and just above exposing his penis entirely. He just stood there, admiring his body.
Beau got ready for practice the next morning, eager for another day. As he got ready, he flexed once again. Even compared to last night, Beau thought he added some mass. He flexed his biceps and just admired himself. The rest of the team did too, adding in chirps about how big he’s gotten. Beau looked more masculine and large. His muscles were a nice touch, but he thought he finally looked his age. He wasn’t the runt of the group, clearly larger than the freshman. His 5’ 10” stature was still on the shorter end, but he made up for it with his strength. That’s what the rest of the team loved about him. They always talked about how he could pass the ball the furthest, or throw it the fastest. Beau’s hands could clasp the ball and cut through the water like a real athlete. His shoulders could row his arms like oars. It felt like he was on the water polo team his whole life, he was built like he was born for it at least.
Beau left the locker room, still riding the high of all the half-joke compliments he got from the rest of the team about his physique. Beau excelled, feeling extra great. He felt like an animal tearing through the water. Afterwards, Sam approached him to chat. Though nothing major beyond commenting on how good Beau was doing, Beau was once again uneasy. He was almost in a trance talking to Sam. Almost as if his mere presence sent Beau into an altered state. As they chatted, Beau’s eyes drifted over at the poolside in the distance. Maybe he was just tired from practice, but it looked like someone was jerking off. Instead of looking away, he continued to stare. Sam too, continued to talk to Beau, but he couldn’t make out the words. The man stroked his cock underneath his speedo. His long legs spread out on the bench, occasionally sprawling out and kicking in pleasure. His head knocked back and eyes closed tight. His mouth was agape the entire time, Beau could almost see him drooling. The guy just kept jerking and jerking and jerking, but the most odd part was the guys around him watching. They just watched him. No one stepped in to stop him, or make any comments, they just sat transfixed on his penis. Sam snapped Beau back to reality with a hearty pat on the back and sent him back to the locker room. Beau went on autopilot, not even acknowledging what he just saw. He got changed and went back to his dorm.
Beau’s head was more fuzzy than usual as he entered his dorm. Not a head pain, more just noise. He closed his eyes and pictures of his team mate jerking off flashed in his eyes. He couldn’t get the image of his legs kicked against the concrete, toes curling, and mouth drooling onto his cock. Fuck, he was so horny. Beau pulled out his phone and needed to find someone to hook up with. He snapped a picture of himself and sent it to some random girl on Snapchat. This wasn’t like him. He wasn’t even sure who he sent the picture to, just that he wanted her over at his place as soon as possible. His size 12 foot stepped on the counter top of his bathroom and opened his crotch up to the mirror. His dick was strained against his underwear leaving little to the imagination. His muscles were carved by the lighting in the bathroom, this would get her over here for sure. However, Beau continued to look at himself in the mirror. God he was so hot. Beau dropped his phone, not even seeing if the random girl he wanted to hook up with had responded. Instead, he opted to jerk off to himself. His gaze transfixed onto his own body. His phone buzzed on the floor, presumably with texts back about the promiscuous photo he just sent, but all Beau could focus on was his own body. He ripped his cock out from his underwear and stroked his dick. It was unbelievably sensitive. His dick could feel every digit, every touch along his shaft. Beau’s brain was haywired in that moment, completely overtaken by pleasure. His gaze now focused on his own eyes in the mirror as he fucked his hand on the countertop. He thrust and thrust with his teeth gritted and fist clenched around his member. Grunting louder and louder, Beau came over and over again. His 8” cock flooded the sink and flung cum all over the mirror.
Holy fuck, Beau was on fire. Beau stumbled back to his bed. His heavy frame stomped with each step, back and forth still dazed from his climax. Fuck. He was still horny. He had one desire and one desire alone. He was like a drone back on autopilot. Beau wanted more. Jerking off again just wouldn’t do it. Beau NEEDED more. Without thinking, he got back up in search of his phone. He grunted in anger and desperation. His phone laid dormant on his bathroom floor, now drizzled with sweat and cum. He licked off whatever was on his phone like an animal, devouring it down in hopes of cleaning it off. He sprawled himself on his desk chair. What once was filled with school work, now sat barren. Regardless, Beau snapped a picture of himself bare naked, but instead of sending it to an unnamed bimbo, he pulled up Sam’s contact. Without a second thought, Beau sent a picture over.
Beau was going crazy while he waited. He just sent the picture over to Sam, but all he could think about was Sam. Why was he not responding? He was so horny. While he waited he beat his meat relentlessly but it wasn’t enough. Where was Sam? By the time Sam came over, Beau had already ejaculated 5 times. His bed was doused in cum, sweat, and drool. But who cares, Sam was finally here. Beau threw himself at Sam, hoping he would fuck him, even just kiss him, perhaps even just touch him, but instead he just stood there. Sam directed Beau back to his bed and stood over him. Sam gave him a nearly translucent piece of fabric that could be loosely defined as underwear to put on. Beau put it on and bucked his hips up hoping for anything. Instead, Sam commanded him to jerk off. The two maintained eye contact the entire time. Sam stared at Beau like he was his prey, and Beau loved it. Any and all thoughts fell away, instead Beau was Sam’s. Though Sam never touched Beau, Beau imagined Sam’s touch along his huge biceps, he imagined Sam’s tongue along his abs, he imagined Sam’s dick ramming inside of him, all of this without breaking eye contact with Sam himself. Beau’s body shook the bed as he jerked off while Beau stood unmoving. This continued for what felt like hours. He masturbated, then came, then masturbated, then came. Sam watched all of it, until Beau, so exhausted, passed out.
Beau awoke the next morning energized. The night before was fuzzy, nothing more than a dream to him. He had a faint feeling that he saw Sam, but that wasn’t possible, he didn’t even have the captain’s number, nonetheless he was close enough to hangout outside of practice. Beau got out of bed and started getting ready for practice. As he brushed his teeth, his dick was insatiable. Beau was wearing one of his favorite pieces of underwear. Beau thought about where he got it but was dumbfounded, but damn did he like how it showed off his body. Beau knew how hot he was, and he fucked his hand on the bathroom sink to his muscularity. He was so excited to go to water polo today, it was game day.
Like clockwork, Beau made his way into the locker room and stripped down to nothing but his underwear. The water polo boys were extra eager about Beau today. They complimented him on how big he’s gotten the biggest they’ve ever seen. Were they talking about his body or his dick, ha. Beau chuckled at the thought, though his dick was firm against his underwear. His 10” dick was impossible to manage, and his teammates always chirped him for it. His teammates would pass by him and grab at his biceps. They were impossibly large. Beau spent hours in the gym, even outside of practice. They commented on his cannon, how he could throw the ball faster and further than anyone else on the team. Yeah Beau had a cannon alright. God damn he was big. His shoulders rounded out like football pads. His veins pulsated from his gargantuan forearms. His hands could not only clutch the ball, but pop it with his grasp. Beau pulled out his phone and snapped a picture. Without thinking, he sent a picture, not to Sam, but to the water polo group chat. Beau doesn’t remember when he was added to the chat, but it was filled with nothing other than pictures of the team’s bodies. Picture after picture of the team. This would be a good addition, Beau thought.
The game was amazing. Beau was an all star player, easily able to keep up with those around him. The team dominated the pool. What was once a foreign sport was now his second nature. He worked in tandem with his jockish teammates, operating as a pack of animals with an unmatched strength. The puny opponents could do nothing against Beau and the team’s sheer size and power. At the command of their fearless captain, the team tore their opponents apart. Beau was filled with satisfaction, unlike anything else. He felt great pride at fulfilling Sam’s orders and at accomplishing victory alongside his best friends. This was his community. Beau had found his people.
To celebrate, the team was invited over to Sam’s place, the water polo house. Most of the team lived there and was the main hangout spot for the team, but Beau had yet to be over as a newbie. As the team piled in, the place was filled to the brim with giants. The hulking water polo team was made at home in the odorous house. The place reeked bodily fluids, but the team certainly couldn’t tell. Beau and the team chatted and just hung out like the best friends they were, that was, until Sam made his entrance. Sam entered and congratulated the team on their latest victory. Every one of Beau’s teammates sat on Sam’s every word. His word was gospel to them, Beau included. His approval of today’s game was more joy than any one of them could ever ask for. To celebrate, Sam stared ahead. His eyes said it all. Without another word, every member of the water polo team stripped off their clothes.
Beau hadn’t appreciated his body after the game. He had grown to an impossible 6’ 8”. His weight crushed the coach beneath him. His size 14 feet emitted an unstoppable oder, forever damp from sweat. His toes reached out and planted themselves on the ground, perfect for paddling his massive frame through the water. His calves were sharpened into nothing but muscle that jutted out of his frame. His quads bulged out like overstuffed balloons. Could clothes even fit the muscle freak? Beau’s torso was no different. His cobblestone abs cut out from his stomach. But the most egregious part of his newfound form was his upper body. His chest dominated his form, pushing out of his frame. His pecs obscured his ability to even look at the rest of his body. His arms were disgustingly large, able to crush anything in sight. His massive hands reached down to clench the couch. Beau was so, fucking, large. He was a muscular god, but so was the rest of the team.
Beau laid back and began to jerk off. As he looked up from his 12” dick that not even his own hands could completely engulf, he saw a room full of beasts also jerking off. Grunts echoed around the room as each and every member of the water polo team was feeling themselves, touching themselves. Fuck, beau was so focused on himself, he didn’t even realize the wilderness around him. Pressure was building in Beau as he continued to jerk off, his eyes darting from person to person, all of them staring at Beau. With a single glance, Sam commanded the celebration to commence. The entire team dove at one another, fucking each other relentlessly. Some members sat in a circle jerking one another, others ramming their own teammates against the walls of Sam’s house. Beau pushed one of his teammates over the couch, fucking him hard enough to break the couch. Behind Beau was a teammate that began to fuck Beau. His muscular ass was penetrated by a fat, gigantic dick. Beau let out a massive grunt, with no unfamiliarity and only lust. As beau was fucking and was getting fucked, another teammate began to worship his pits, entranced by Beau’s musk. Beau’s mouth in the meantime passed from lips to lips, from body part to body part. Every teammate couldn’t do enough to satisfy their needs. Gallons of cum flooded the house and glazed each and every member. The orgy continued for hours and hours. Not a single crevice of Beau’s new godly body was left untouched by cocks, tongues, and cum.
Beau was finally a part of the team. As he got ready for practice, he made out with one of his teammates. As he slid on his speedo, he fucked one of them against the lockers. He was running late and tucked his penis into his speedo, though still hard and sticking out. The guys jumped in the pool for another day of practice at the command of Sam. Between scrimmages and drills, it wasn’t uncommon to see Beau or another member of the team jerking off. Beau had moved out of his dorm and into the water polo house. He was rarely seen outside of practice of the team’s house. He didn’t need to interact with the rest of the campus, he had found his people. The team would study together, punctuated with study breaks of course. The team would eat together, preparing pounds upon pounds of protein to maintain their physique. Beau struggled to go to class. His demanding penis often leaking precum and required a bathroom break with a few other water polo boys. It was easy to do this now, as Beau swapped out of all of his classes into generic physical therapy and sports medicine classes filled with his teammates. The jocks sat in the back, smelling of chlorine, dripping drool and sweat on their notebooks, not that they took notes. Occasionally before class, some wistful girl would try to flirt with Beau or another member of the team, but their fried brains and interest in only each other made sure those dumb fucks remained single. It was always the team, and only the team. Why would they need anyone else? Beau had effectively disappeared from campus and spent his days covered in cum, fucking for hours, and of course, playing water polo.
Seeing Stars (Thomas)
Thomas and Chris were best friends. Hell, they planned a whole boys trip to Florida together. The two were inseparable. While Thomas could be a bit cocky with his ego and Chris a bit bossy, the two got along. Though they had only met in college, it felt like they knew each other their entire lives. The two friends once again sat out on the beach enjoying the sun. While they laid there, a beautiful woman came up to the two. Chris was used to women coming up to Thomas, but she was gorgeous even for Thomas. She came up with a massive professional camera clad in nothing but an American flag bikini. Her warm smile caught Thomas’ attention. She introduced herself as Savannah. She was on the beach to take pictures for her clothing brand and needed a model. She commented on how Thomas was toned and how great he would be as a model. Chris rolled his eyes while Thomas looked as though he just found the love of his life.
Savannah convinced Thomas to come along for a quick photo shoot, leaving Chris alone at the beach. She took Thomas over to the hotel pool. Here, for the photo shoot. Savannah hands Thomas a skimpy American flag speedo and pool tube. Thomas, though flustered at the lack of clothes, was willing to change. He had a nice body and knew it, though a speedo was a little much. He would do it for Savannah. An excuse to show off his body in front of a hot girl? It was too perfect. Thomas stringed on the speedo and felt the tight piece of rubber warm up his body. He felt like he had just got a fresh pump in and damn did he look good.
Tom posed stoically for the photos. His muscles glistened in the pool water as he moved from angle to angle. Savannah laughed and smiled at his great work, but Tom was so nervous. She was so attractive, Tom was at a loss for words just being around her. Why would such an attractive girl pick Tom? Yeah he went to the gym from time to time but she was way out of his league. The tightness of the speedo let up around Tom’s crotch, but he didn’t notice as he was too fixated on trying to impress Savannah. Tom felt much more heavy in the pool, or more buoyant? He tried to flex his abs for the camera, only to have them washed away in the water and replaced with a layer of fat. Hair brushed over his stomach and along his chest. Along his head, his hair shortened and a ridiculous mustache manifested over his top lip. Tom was oblivious to all of these changes as he was too focused on the next pose to rock to impress Savannah. He’d flex his biceps for her, he hit arms every time he went to the gym. Tom goes to flex and instead of a smile, Savannah only laughs out of humor. She comments on how silly Tom looks and that it was a funny pose to make. Silly? C’mon he was getting friendzoned hard. But funny? He was supposed to be sexy. Or at least slightly attractive.
Toma was a plump 22 year old, though his mustache made him look a lot older. His thinning hair certainly didn't help with looking his age. He was so honored to have this beautiful take pictures of him, nonetheless take pictures of him, though she was certainly unbelievably nervous. The timid man rarely talked to women and got choked up every time Savannah asked him a question. Toma should have been over the moon, but oddly he was conflicted about the girl. She was gorgeous, but Toma felt oddly asexual. He could never get with someone as attractive as her, he was far too submissive and fragile. As Toma awkwardly posed, he remembered nights spent alone. The nerd would lay in his dorm bed watching sci-fi movies rather than going to the college’s gym. He didn’t have many friends in college, but he loosely remembered one. What he did remember, was getting turned on by the hot men of Dr. Who. The Eleventh Doctor was so so so hot. He would pleasure his small dick to him every episode. Darn it, Toma, focus on the photoshoot. Toma’s own dick started to chub, but the mere 2 inches were hidden in the large speedo.
Savannah complemented Toma on how easy it was to talk to him. She said how she didn’t feel intimidated by him and how she knew that Toma didn’t want to sleep with her. It was impossible having guy friends these days. Toma was slightly insulted by the demeaning compliment, but his heart still fluttered. He rarely received compliments even if they were backhanded. Toma got his validation online. He would spend countless nights sitting at his computer reading long winded fan fictions and soft pornos of men. God how he wished he looked like those chiseled men in speedos. Toma would fall asleep at night thinking of hulking men fucking Toma’s brains out. He wished he could transform into a dumb hunk rather than the small nerdy twink he was.
Toma continued to pose as once again his body felt the warmth of his speedo. A dark pigment spread across his body. Toma was remarkably pale as he rarely went out in the sun outside of this vacation. His body thinned out even more as the tan spread. Toma wouldn’t dare flex and show off his spaghetti arms. His body, though devoid of muscle, was filled with nothing but hair. Hair exploded out from his speedo. His 2’ dick was hidden in a forest of hair that spread out to his stomach. His smooth stomach looked like a forest as his chest formed deep dense paths of hair along his pecs and nipples. The hair continued to grow up his neck, down his back, and along his face. His face was now covered in hair, creating a hair black beard. Toma often dreamt about a big strong man grabbing him by his chest hair and fucking him senseless. He wished every day he was one of those tall, straight, white men that the world seemed to be designed for. Instead, Toma as a 5’ 4” twink that lacked any self confidence and fucked his asshole with his own fist.
As Savannah finished her photo shoot, she giggled and asked if they were done. Why was she asking him? Tarun asked his bestie Savannah if she’d take pictures of him for his Tinder. His small skimpy speedo accented his ass and he hoped to grab the attention of some hot Florida men. Tarun and Savannah were unlikely friends, but Tarun was the perfect gay best friend. She was never really friends with him, but saw him as a great source of entertainment she could gossip and chat to. Tarun would do anything for Savannah, just being around such a pretty girl was enough for the insecure Tarun. The photo shoot was probably the only nice thing Savannah had done for Tarun, as normally she would have no hesitation leaving him behind for much more attractive men. He was a silly side attractive Savannah would rant about the toxic men in her life while getting Tarun’s undying validation.
With the photo shoot done, Savannah left. She had some frat party to get to that she didn’t invite Tarun to. She couldn’t be seen in public with him, especially not at a party. Tarun went back to his dorm room to pull out his laptop and a bottle of lube. Tarun would be up all night scrolling through pictures of University of Florida frat bros and hunks. He loved living in Florida as the constant barrage of hot men in swimsuits kept his dick forever hard, though of course he never had the courage to get laid. Instead Tarun sits and watches. He dreams of much hotter men and drifts off to bed with a few fingers in his ass and cum caked on his chest. His dorm room at the University of Florida was his home, and as he ejaculated one more time, he realized this was the best place on earth.
Seeing Stars (William)
Back on the beach, the three boys laughed on. They weren’t sure what they were just laughing about, but who cares. They’re on the beach with their best friends. The three amigos, they called themselves. Chris, William, and Thomas were all very different people, but their unlikely connection is what made their bond unbreakable, or so they thought. As they laid on the beach, the three began to talk. From jovial stories to philosophical discussions of modern politics, Chris loved how he could jump from topic to topic with his two best friends; however, William kept zoning out and scrolling on his phone. C’mon man, we’re at the beach, can’t you put your phone away for more than 15 minutes? The goofy William simply rolled his eyes and put his phone down for the time being. He would jump from app to app, scrolling through Instagram, Reddit, his email, Snapchat, and even Tinder. William was the only gay one in the group, and while romance may come easy to the other two as Thomas was quite attractive and Chris’ nerdy charm was somehow appealing to straight women, William had to work harder to find love. So he’d scroll on his phone, liking Instagram posts, diving deep into self-improvement Reddit threads, and of course flirting on dating apps.
Chris, William, and Thomas continued to chat when William got a Tinder match. Aidan. He looked like a freak, if not just a douchebag, but that was just William’s type. He exuded a sort of straight arrogance William was always jealous of. Sure he seemed to have a weird fixation of wearing a dumbass speedo in a variety of locations, but William couldn’t deny how attractive he was. That body was nearly perfect, and the 6’ 2” hunk matched with him after all. William got up from the beach and needed to excuse himself. Chris and Thomas were naturally confused and perturbed by William, but he was insistent on leaving back to his hotel room.
Seeing Stars (Rick)
Back in the hotel, William, Thomas, Rick, and Chris got ready to go to the beach once again. As they congregated in the lobby, Chris couldn’t help but feel as though they were missing someone. That couldn’t be right. It was always just the four of them, the fantastic four, they called themselves. Shaking off the odd feeling, the four boys headed off the beach.
Once again, they unpacked their belongings and set down their beach towels. Rick, having gotten a little more used to the dirty beach, was still uneasy. Beer cans and trash littered the sand, and Rick’s hypochondriac nature went into overdrive. What put him over the edge, was a group of guys kicking up sand as they ran past the boys. The sand spilled up and covered Rick’s face, getting in his eyes and mouth. Disgusted by this, Rick needed to leave. William, Thomas, and Chris poked fun at the overreacting Rick. Rick always entertained the group of boys with his over the top tweaking and manic cleanliness.
Rick stormed off to find a bathroom while the other boys chuckled and laid back down in the sun. As he walked along the beach and spit out sand from his mouth, his nose caught a whiff of something unforgettable. The fragrance of a putrid, disgusting man lumbered towards him. He reeked of beer, sweat, and sunscreen. The man was a solid 6 inches taller than Rick. Though Rick tried to ignore the man walking his way, he stopped Rick and introduced himself as Logan. He talked with a youthful swagger that made Rick cringe at the man who looked to be in his mid thirties. He kinda looked like a serial killer, just a whole lot more ripped, Rick thought to himself, but his thoughts were cut short as Rick was assaulted by Logan’s rancid smell. Odor poured out from his pits, his crotch, and his feet. Dear god, Rick needed to get away from this heathen.
Seeing Stars (Matthew)
From left to right, William, Thomas, Rick, Chris, and Matthew.
The group of guys just finished up their junior year of college. This rag tag bunch of 20 something year old dudes were bonded together by their hatred of modern day politics. All five of them hoped to go on and become politicians. From interning on the hill to the hardest poly sci classes, the group of five have become inseparable. Taking a break from their think tank internships and work on political campaigns, the group had planned a summer trip to the Florida Keys. The boys packed their things and were off to a vacation they would never forget.
The five of them all had separate rooms in the same resort. Though they were close, each one of them appreciated their alone time. After unpacking their things, the first thing on their minds was to hit the beach. They changed into their swimming trunks and headed down to the beach just a few feet away from their hotel.
The sun radiated on their pale skin. Chris and Matthew remarked how they’d have a glasses tan in a matter of minutes with such a high UV index. The two were admitted more on the nerdy side with their massive frame glasses that they were practically blind without, but Chris often took charge of the group regardless of his nerdy demeanor. William laid out in the sun on his phone. He was always a screenager and even on the beach couldn’t resist scrolling on the beach. Rick stuck closely to William. He was a nervous wreck at the beach. As a hypochondriac, he flinched and feared the constant threat of germs that filled the sandy beach. Thomas, on the other hand, was more easy going. Thomas articularly indulged in the beach most naturally, proudly showing off his more toned and tanned body with a smirk.
The five settled into the beach, chatting about the current state of politics. Chris found it awfully ironic how the boys ended up in Florida despite its rigid conservative politics. He made some throw away comments the anti-LGBT conservativism and zealous Trumpism of the state. While they chatted, a man stumbled over to their set of beach towels. His skin like leather, dusty beard, and American flag paraphernalia head to toe, the old man stomped his way over to the boys.
Magnus University: The Swim Team (Part One)
Max was a twenty something twink going about his days in college. He wasn’t some miserable nerd though he did feel like he didn’t quite belong. Yeah he didn’t go out and party every night, but Max still enjoyed his time at Magnus University. Admittedly, he did kinda stick out. With 80% of the school’s population being athletes, Max had a more difficult time adjusting than he’d like to admit. He couldn’t lie, part of the reason he decided to attend the university was the wildly attractive student population. All those athletes meant the men were drop dead gorgeous.
One night, Max was out with his girl friends going from bar to bar when he saw a hulking man. He looked a bit on the older side, but Max kinda liked that. His bulging muscles, his forest of hair, his massive frame. Max needed him. He was in luck, however. Max jaunted over to chat with him. Nabil was his name. His low gruff voice cut through the noise of the club. He eyed Max up and down with a sort of analysis that turned Max on. Eventually, Nabil took Max by the hand, enveloping Max’s with his own massive hands. The two went back to Nabil’s place.
Alpha Men
Mike was everything. He was tall, strong, and of course dangerously hung. When he’d walk into the gym, all heads would turn with each grunt of his. Yeah they were all jealous. They wanted to be just like him. Or maybe just wanted him to fuck the daylight out of them. Either way, Mike knew he was the alpha of this gym and everyone else bowed down in his way. Everyone but one. Brock wasn’t too dissimilar from Mike when you got down to it. Both stretched to over everyone else at 6’ 4”, though Brock was just a hair shorter. Speaking of hair, Brock let it grow out. He loved when the ladies nuzzled their heads in his chest and licked the spunk stuck in his chest hair. Luckily, Brock and Mike weren’t rivals. Who knows what would happen with two alphas like that were to get into a fight. Rather, they were gym buddies. They lifted together and pushed each other to their limits. No one could look away when they started lifting. The sheer power of the two practically put the whole gym into heat as every muscle in their bodies glistened with their sweat.
A Brotherly Gift
Jackson was Evan’s older brother and was the definition of masculinity. And he knew that. Jackson made sure to keep his tight calves and bulging thighs on display. Don’t get him started on bulging. Those shorts he’d always wear left nothing to the imagination. He’d put it to good use too. Every night Jackson would be out fucking some different girl, his massive body tearing into them until he filled they up with his massive loads. Evan would never be able to get any sleep with the rattling of his bed against his wall, and the moans of whatever lucky woman he brought back. Even if Jackson didn’t bring home a girl, he would have been jacking his massive dick and pouring loads all over his deep cut abs and massive pecs. Hell, he’d do that any way. Jackson was known to jerk off several times a day. His room ways always littered with tissues and his bed always crusted over. Evan hated walking in there. If not for fear of walking in on Jackson ejaculating, fear of the smell.
Evan on the other hand, was very different than Jackson. While he oozed confidence and charisma, Evan was more reserved. He could crush a watermelon between his thighs while Evan was built like spaghetti noodles. Evan did have Jackson beat in intelligence, however. While Jackson only focused on working out, fucking chicks, and hanging with his buddies, Evan was always home studying away. He was built for academics. His 5’ 4” stature, blonde curly hair, and massive glasses meant the only thing he’d be lifting was a textbook. Can’t say he wasn’t a little jealous of Jackson though.
Jackson and Evan’s paths as brothers eventually diverged. He committed to some state party school a few years ago and Evan just started his first year at Stanford.