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[transformhim]

Fun With The Mimic

“Have I modeled the male form to your liking?”

The now-tall, now-hunky, now-human celestial being asked me, twisting and turning to check out its work: its perfectly replicated body modeled after my own. I grinned from ear to ear; ‘modeled the male form to my liking,’ for goddamn sure, it did! My exact liking, I’d say. I won’t say I haven’t jacked off in the mirror, admiring the work I’ve put into myself and getting off to my likeness.

What can I say?! I’m hot! I’m fully aware that I lucked the fuck out on the genetic lottery, Im just glad that I can enjoy myself as much as other people do too! Who knew my luck would continue when something cylindrical and silver crash landing in my backyard containing a tiny, humanoid being eager to learn everything about the human species. And I was eager to give him a very hands-on lesson.

I stepped toward it and felt it’s warm, firm musculature, it’s sides and front and arms rippling and bulging with new size. My size. I reached around the front of him and grabbed a handful of its toned, round ass. I grinded my hips against its front, feeling my stiffy press into his flaccid package covered by an exact replica of the briefs I was wearing. I grinned down at it and then looked up at him, cocking his head sideways with my blank expression.

“Is something wrong?”

“No way, man,” I assured it, sliding my hand into its briefs. “Just making sure you have everything right…”

I slid his replica of my underwear down and stifled a shocked laugh. Underneath the briefs, he had the shape and form of my package, but only as a series of lumpy mounds on his groin, smooth skin covering the bulging protrusion. I lowered the briefs all the way to the floor and chuckled, marveling at what I was seeing. I cupped the shape under my hand and squeezed softly, noticing that it maintained the right texture and malleability, just without the important bits.

“I sense something is definitely wrong.”

“It’s no problem, bud,” I patted his package, standing back up to face the copy of me at eye level. “You’re just missing some details.”

“Would you care to elaborate?” He asked in my deep voice, stepping forward eagerly towards me in the nude. “Forgive me for saying so, but I modeled myself only with what you were willing to display.”

“Of course, how rude of me,” I said with a grin, slipping my thumbs under my waistband. I lowered my own briefs all the way to the floor, joining my clone in the nude, my pre-slick cock hardened at full mast and swinging and bobbing lazily as it escaped the confines of my waistband. I scooped my package into my hands and jostled it around a bit, letting him watch its length swing around and observe how my big balls separate from my huge cock.

“Does that help?” I asked, bringing my hands behind me to squeeze my bare ass.

“It certainly does,” the being responded monotonously. He and I both looked down at his package and I gaped at what I saw.

The fleshy mound began to separate from his groin and soon swung down flaccid and shapeless. Then, the flaccid shape began to thicken and divide, the shaft separating from his ball sack, as each took on more shape and definition. He adjusted his position slightly and my knees almost gave out as I watched his cock suddenly lengthen and bulge obscenely larger and lift stiffly away from his waist, still hanging low with its own weight and curving slightly to the left. He now had a boner that mirrored mine exactly. His balls began to swell enough to hang heavily in their sack, like mine, and a thick vein began to snake up his shaft while a foreskin hood covered its swollen head, the tip barely peeking out, enflamed and angry. I looked down with a grin and took my cock into my hands, pulling back the foreskin all the way to show what it looked like underneath. Expressionless, he reached down and did the same and I watched with glee as his anatomy finally perfectly resembled mine.

He let go of his shaft and began to step around me, inspecting my body closely and getting a look at the places that were before covered up. I noticed as he walked around me that his ass had the same issue his package did, only taking the shape of my ass without any of its details. I felt him graze my own ass with his hands, studying it.

“May I?” He questioned politely.

“Do whatever you need to, man,” I responded with heavy breaths.

I felt him roll my glutes in his hands, feeling their warmth and firmness, as he dropped his hands lower under the underhang my round ass created, lifting each side up and letting it drop, watching my ass cheeks jiggle independently of one another. I took in a shuddering gasp as I felt a finger slide up my crack from my taint to where my back met my waist as he studied how asses work. I felt him spread my cheeks apart and ran a finger down and around my hole. I couldn’t fucking believe this was happening! My throat seized and my senses exploded as I felt him plunge a finger into my hole. I was seconds away from nutting. As quickly as he plunged his finger inside, he removed it.

“Apologies, did I cause you discomfort?”

“No!” I breathed out in a huffing laugh, a bead of pre dripping off my tip and onto the floor. “Quite the opposite.”

He stood back up from his kneeling position and walked back around me. I could see as he passed me that he now had a perfect, firm ass, exactly like mine. I bit my lip with a grin and playfully slapped his/my ass with a quick squeeze as he passed. He turned around with another expressionless cock of his head.

“It’s uhhh… A gesture of endearment in the human race.” I reasoned.

He nodded understandingly and moved back towards me, suddenly reaching around me and slapping my ass with a quick squeeze, exactly as I’d done it to him.

He knelt down in front of me and began to take a closer look at my erect dick. He moved his head from side to side, I suppose gauging whether or not he got the proportions right. He gingerly took my dick into his hand looked it over closely, his/my face mere inches from it.

“Is it always turgid?”

“Always what?”

“Firm. Hard. Is sense a pliability to it, it must retract somehow.”

I swallowed dryly. I mean, this being could be molded to appear and behave exactly as I wanted it to, at least for a while. Fuck it, why not have some fun?!

“Most of the time, yeah. I’d say like 80% of the time it’s rock hard.”

“I see,” he mused understandingly. “To what end?”

“Well… To give, and uhhh, to receive pleasure.”

“So stimulation of your organ derives pleasure?”

“Yeah, man, you’re figuring it out! Damn dude, you’re basically fully human already.”

The being grinned with my smile, apparently proud of my praise of its ability to learn so quickly. I gotta say though, seeing myself knelt down in front of me, my cock mere inches from my stupidly grinning face, appreciating my musculature from a different vantage, and watching my artificially perma-hard cock swinging between its legs… I began to get some ideas.

“You should try to suck it.”

He looked up at me again with an adorably curious face. I swallowed again and cleared my throat.

“It’s a, uhhm.. a custom meant to, aahhh… to show.. appreciation! Yeah, appreciation.”

“I must say, I am immensely appreciative of what you’ve shown me so far.”

“Nice, man. So, uhhh… Why don’t you show me, then?”

He simply nodded and leaned forward, opening his mouth wide enough to accept the tip of my cock. I felt him begin to suckle the tip like a straw, so I reached behind his head to grab a handful of my own hair on back of his head, and skull fucked my own face with slow deliberateness.

“Do it… slower… softer…” I gasped and moaned, grinding my groin into his face and feeling my cock surge and pulse in his warm gullet. “Milk my… nuts, bro…” He did as he was told as I continued pounding his throat.

I’m embarrassed to say, but after holding off on nutting for way longer than I needed to and using a clone of myself as a personal fleshlight, I kinda exploded inside of his mouth after about a minute or 2 of pumping. I continued squirting into him until it felt like my balls had been wrung dry and his mouth and throat were bloated with my jizz. I could feel my cock swimming in its warm soupiness in his mouth while he looked up at me.

“You…. have to swallow it…” I panted, dripping sweat from my forehead onto him.

He nodded and I heard loud gulping sounds and extra suction on my cock as he drained his mouth into his stomach–or whatever he had in his anatomy. I let out a final shuddering moan and pulled out of him, using his lips as a vacuum to suck my shaft clean as it slid out. I stepped away panting as he swallowed the rest of me and used a tissue to wipe off my tool.

“What was that substance you excreted?”

“Huh?” I asked panting, still spacey. I couldn’t really think of what he was saying. 

“That fluid. It came out of your organ like a spout. It was warm and viscous. What was it?”

“Oh, that’s, uuhhh…” Well, shit, how do I explain to him that I just filled him with the juice that humans use to make other humans? “Uhhhhh…”

“What is its function? Does it serve a primary purpose? It seemed to come at the climax of your stimulation.”

“It’s…” 

Wait. Hold on. I was talking with a species that was able to modulate anything. Whatever he heard from me, he would completely immolated it, like, to the letter. He’d believe whatever it is I told him.

Better yet, he’d make it so that whatever I told him turned out to be actual the case for his form. I could… I could say it was anything.

I could say it was for anything. I could say it could do anything.

My horny, overactive imagination took control, as it often does. Only this time, I could actually live out an impossible fantasy. Could I stop myself?

“It’s a.. solution of sorts.” I began, planning out my next words as I went. “It’s something guys use, like I said, for appreciation, but, uhhh, also for just, like, fun?” 

“I see,” He mused. “Is it just for the males of your species?”

“Oh, yeah, and we all.. we all love it…” Don’t say it, don’t say it. “Which makes sense because it’s made of a pheromone that makes us want more and more. This solution, it’s infectious,” he mused, completely turned on by the idea of infectious horniness. “AND, and we can make as much as we want of it, like it never stops producing.” Fuck, I was really getting started now. “Especially me, like I can jizz and jizz and jizz all day long, I barely need any time to make more.”

I was forced to look down with a dropped jaw as I watched his balls twitch once, then again, then establish a sort of heartbeat as they swelled and squirmed in his sack, making them over productive. Oh, fuck yes.

“Understood. Is it simply ceremonial, your excretions?” He asked. “Or does it serve a functional purpose?”

‘OH SHIIIIT, don’t ask me that, bro!’ my conscience nagged in the back of my mind but I shut it up. 

“Both,” I answered simply. “We love to fill each other up with it, like, love it… but it also helps us…” Don’t fucking say it! “Helps us.. like, grow?”

“Grow?” He asked for clarification.

“Yeah! Like… grow.. overall. Our bodies get bigger,” my cock twitched, “our muscles get fuckin’ huger,” my breathing quickened, “we get taller,” I took a step towards him, getting anxious to try some of this miracle concoction I was inventing on the spot, “oh, and our cocks and balls swell and get fuckin’ massive...”

“I see,” he remarked with growing fascination. “What curious anatomies you humans have!”

“Yeah, it’s …” I agreed with a mischievous chuckle. Another dawning kinky idea popped into my head, “Oh, and it’s only for the guys! It only affects the male anatomy. But if a chick tries it…” Fuck, I was really running off with this! “You can bet that it’ll turn her into a hunky, hung bro.” What kind of sex god was I making?!

“Aha… makes sense.”

“… I guess you didn’t affect you so much because you’re not really human?”

“Your assumption would be correct, there are aspects of your biology that simply do not impact me. Which is in its own ways unfortunate; it sounds like it would be a thrilling experience.” His cock still hadn’t deflated, thanks in part to my ‘80% of the time’ rule, but I’d like to think that his anatomy was responding to the excitement such an experience would lead to.

“Fuckin’ tell me about it, dude…” I sighed, taking a step towards him until our perfectly matching tips were touching. I ran my hands up his washboard abs—my washboard abs—and squeezed/cupped his pectorals and rolled his stiff nipple around with the pad of my thumb. “But I’ll tell you what,” I began to slide my hand slowly down his torso, “You’ve been such great company today, and it’s been an honor to have you use me as your model. You did a goddamn… phenomenal job at it, too,” I reached down and took his cock into my hand, it’s familiar shape and slickness sliding up and down in my palm, a bead of pre seeping out the slit in its head as I looked down at it.

It was time to test out whether my directions had been applied correctly.

“Let me show you how much I appreciate our… acquaintanceship.”

I pushed him back onto the couch behind him and sank to my knees, leaning over him to take all thick 7 inches of my own cock into my mouth and down my throat. I buried it into me to the hilt and slowly pulled back, allowing enough space for my hand to come up and wrap around the shaft. I began to take his cock into my mouth rapidly in a bobbing motion, twisting and sliding my hand up and down his shaft in front of my mouth, lubricated by my spit.

“O-OOOohhhh, ooohh myyy, mmmmpppffff,” He vocalized, experiencing an entirely new human sensation. He leaned into the sensation, thrusting his hips forward and feeling his/my body’s musculature and curvature.

I looked up at him as I expertly serviced his cock. How many guys had looked up at me from this vantage? How many late night lays have seen exactly what I was seeing, my face contorted into an ecstatic knot, my hips bucking into their face, the warm sweaty taste of my big dick in their mouth? From my vantage, his/my muscles were casting a gorgeous smattering of shadows that made my size stand out and look larger.

If all went right, they were gonna be larger. Larger than I’ve ever been or will ever be.

I continued working the shaft and used my free arm to shove my hand up under his ass, sliding my fingers between his sweaty crack and plunging my middle and ring fingers into his puckering hole.

“UUG-UUURRGGHH,” He bellowed deeply in my voice as a continued to feed my middle and ring fingers into his hole at a rapid pace. He kept groaning loudly and fervently, his body reacting to completely new and utterly incredible sensations in the only way it knew how.

“S-SSsome—Somet-things HH-HaaaAAPPENING!!” He called out to the ceiling with his head thrown back, as I felt his cock began to throb and enflame in my throat, his cock head seizing up stiffer. His thighs squeezed around my head and every muscle in his body seemed to contract as I felt the first warm squirts of his cum shoot to the back of my throat. I opened my throat for the coming onslaught.

It started as one or two small squirts and quickly crescendoed into a throbbing, spraying firehouse, firing out of his shaft and into the back of my throat, nearly choking me on several occasions. I drank and sucked and drank and sucked and drank and sucked as he continued moaning loudly and unloading into me. He began to taper off a little, but I wasn’t going to let him get off so easily. I intensified my hand’s assault on his hole, plunging a third finger, fourth finger, and finally an entire pinched fist into his widening hole. It seemed as though his hole was more pliable and springy than meets the eye; something I made a mental note of taking advantage of in the future. As I fisted his ass and sucked him down, he called out in another deafening orgasmic roar as I felt even more of his jizz fire out of his cock and into my gaping throat, eagerly swallowing every last bit I could out of him. He continued with a few more squirts, as I dislodged my hand and used it to tug and milk his testes. Finally, with a few more twitching pumps into my mouth, I began to slide his shaft out of my mouth, sucking every bit of residual juices off it until it fully exited with a wet *pop.*

As he panted and collected himself from what had to have been a cosmically significant experience for him, I looked down at his waist, on the couch, on my chest, felt my chin, felt my face, and was delighted to discover that I hadn’t wasted a single drop of his spunk! I anxiously awaited any changes to my own body, twisting and turning to see if anything was different about me, and shrugged. Can’t win them all, I guess.

Feeling my stomach begin to grumble, I reached for my phone and quickly put in a pizza delivery order. Might as well show this being the wonders of food if I’ve already shown it the wonders of lovemaking.

He continued panting but finally broke his staring eyes away from the ceiling to look at me, “… What… WAS that…?” He breathed heavily.

“That, my friend,” I started, finalizing the order and tossing my phone aside. I pulled myself up onto the couch on top of him to straddle the perfect replica of my own body, and planted a wet kiss against his/my lips. Fuck, my gut felt like it was swimming with him! “Was the human male orgasm,” I informed him with feigned grandiosity, enunciating each word. “A damn good first one for you, if I can toot my own horn for a second.” I planted another kiss against his panting mouth. As I did, a cummy air bubble traveled up my throat and I burped deeply with a chuckle.

Then my stomach began to gurgle and churn.

“You… you said.. I could do… do that… whenever I pleased??” He breathed heavily with genuine disbelief.

“Within reason,” I smiled as another unexpected, grumbling belch emanated from my throat followed by a hot gust of air from within me. I cleared my throat. “The best part is you don’t even need a partner. In a bind, you can just use your hand if you want. Still, there are some rules, but generally anything goes around your bros—..” A loud, rolling, gurgling sound boomed from my gut, it’s reverberations being felt all through my body in steady vibrations. I could feel pulsing, radiating hot patches all over my body, making my skin turn red and causing sweat to trickle down my face, arms, and body.

Something was happening.

“Ah! This must be the growth-inducing properties you mentioned kicking in,” He remarked matter-of-factly, reaching down to take his still-hard cock into his hand. “So when using your hand, you just stroke it at the same pace? Would you mind if tried myself? I think I’m ready to do it again.”

He didn’t wait for my response, he just went to work, focusing on himself, seemingly unaware or uncaring of what was going on with me. I could only take shallow breaths and heavy exhales as I felt myself getting hotter and hotter, my entire body feeling like it was cramping and sweat beginning to shower off me onto him. My cock was rigid and enflamed, painfully stiff and red as the rest of me, pointing hard down at him as he focused on his own enjoyment. It was getting hard to breathe and I could see stars in the edges of my vision. With my teeth clenched and spit flying out between them between my uneasy and forceful breaths, I braced myself to pass out…

… Which is exactly when I began to feel relief. My skin color quickly started to return to normalcy, losing its beet red appearance, and my breathing returned to normal as I took deep breaths to recover. I was still dripping sweat and was hard as a rock, but nothing near how I felt moments before.

“What in the ffff—..” I started, but was cut short as my back arched backwards and my arms extended behind me in an intense, involuntary stretch. “AaaaAAAaahhhhhhh,” I groaned, hearing dull cracks and feeling like I was being pulled like taffy. Sitting back upright, I felt as though I was somehow several inches taller. Looking down, I saw that I was several inches taller, my torso extending longer than it used to. Twisting to check it out, I also noticed that my arms had lengthened somewhat. I looked down at my clone to be sure I wasn’t the only one seeing this, but he just kept slowly stroking himself, testing out different speeds and intensities of jacking it. Suddenly, I felt my hips convulse and utter a sharp, loud crack as my thighs were forced wider while straddling my clone. Well, he was becoming less and less of a clone if things continued in the direction they were going…

“D-Do I look b-igger to you?” I asked, bringing my hands up to my neck as I felt my voice deepen and my neck change. I could feel that it was much wider than it normally is and my adam’s apple was much more pronounced.

“Yes, you do,” He answered matter-of-factly, his voice a low monotone. “Is that not the point?” He asked between strokes, adjusting his hands.

“Yeah… okay… It’s just, I w—NNNRRRGGGG!!” I hunched over gripping my gut, feeling like a boxer had just nailed me. Underneath my arms wrapped around my gut, I began to feel my abs thudding larger and larger and larger, the ab ridges and my cum gutters deepening considerably as my torso developed a hell of a muscle gut.

“O-oh my god,” I whispered, looking down at myself and seeing the blossoming body of a fitness model instead of my swimmers build. I began to grope my body more when my shoulders were yanked back, more dull cracking ensuing as my chest broadened.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I mumbled, knowing what was coming. Beads of pre dropped down from my cock onto my clone intermittently as my pecs throbbed, their giant musculature taking on tons of size. I brought my hands up to my chest to squeeze and grope them, feeling their muscles underneath contract and expand. It’s fucking unreal, feeling your own muscle tits grow to the size of serving dishes and jut out from your chest. I couldn’t resist bouncing them like mad, watching them dance was almost enough to send me over the edge. The feeling immediately, simultaneously began to surge into my shoulders, swelling my neck wider until it reached my shoulders which bursted into large round cannonballs, and into my ass, which I could feel thickening and rounding out into huge, jutting globes.

I flexed my longer arms with a groan, feeling the surge of energy continue to flow into them, while my cock began to drool pre more like a stream than like a leaking faucet onto him. “DUUUUUuuuuuudddde,” I flexed harder, watching my arms double, triple their original size, my skin tightening and muscles swelling with a noisy, fleshy stretching sound, while my lower abdomen muscles activated. I flexed my cock, making it bob higher and higher while it tightened harder than I’ve ever been and began to thicken wider. I groaned loudly, bringing my new powerful arms to my hips, wrapping both hands around my shaft, each of my hands having difficulty meeting fingers around the new thickness of my tool. Pre continued to waterfall out of me while I bucked my hips, my larger ass tightening behind me while I fucked the grip of my two hands, watching with moaning fascination as my cock snaked further and further longer with each consecutive hump. My nutsack drooped lower and swung with my movements as I felt my testes gain weight and feel like they were churning.

My thighs thickened wider and stronger, squeezing my clone’s own thighs closer together as I straddled him, and I felt my calves tighten up as they swelled to the size of a professional football player’s legs. I heard my hands and feet continue to crack as they swelled longer and larger, my fingers and toes even getting meatier as they grew to a bigger size to match my swelling body. I jerked my huge cock while bouncing my round, hard ass on my clones knees, spilling pre and sweat down his torso.

“Th-Th-This is—..” My jaw yanked wide and angled in a yawn, cracking and sharpening under my skin, while new hair sprouted across my neck, jaw, and cheeks, “F-Fu-uuucking AMAZING!” I gasped as my nose reshaped and my features grew sharper. I shook my head out, clearing the sweat from my face and taking heavy breaths. Looking to my living room mirror, I could see that my face had become a more angular, more handsome, and more fuckable version of its old self. I could’ve blown just by looking at me.

I could feel myself approaching climax so I picked up the pace, yanking on my bigger, juicy thick cock with increased speed as I leaned in closer. I made contact with the clone of myself, my groin pressing up against his mid-torso and thrusted against him. He stopped pumping his cock with curiosity and looked up at me with inquiring eyes. I slid my cock up his chest with panting breaths.

I leaned back and looked down at him, “Do this,” I panted, bringing my hands up to my new, luscious, pillowy pecs and smooshing them together, nearly driving myself over the edge with seeing how fucking huge they were now, “with your chest. Really squeeze it tight.”

He grinned up at me and obeyed, squeezing his pecs in tightly as they wrapped around my throbbing cock. I moaned loudly, feeling the warm skin of his/my pecs wrap around my slick dick and humped slowly against his chest. My pre-slick dick lathered him up quickly and I began to rock back and forth between his pecs, feeling the tip of my hog stamp against the bottom of his neck over and over. It felt like a-fucking-mazing.

“Make them bigger,” I grunted, swearing onto his body. He looked at me confused. “Your tits, bro. Make them bigger. FF-Fuck, just do it.” I panted as he grinned and looked down at himself. His pecs suddenly felt fatter on both sides of my shaft and I gasped exhilarated when I looked down to watch them swell wider, fatter, stronger, rounder. I bucked harder, “Bigger.” I groaned loudly, his pecs squeezed tighter against my cock, making my breath catch again in my throat. “BIGGER!” I yelled, feeling myself drawing painfully fucking close. I looked down and watched his pecs suddenly wrap over the top of my big dick, enveloping my shaft completely between a sweaty wall of his meaty, slick skin.

“B—!!!” My voice hitched in my throat and I felt the fam break loose, and watched thick, pulsating jets of jizz squirt out from between his pecs, painting the bottom of his neck white, spraying against the couch, drenching my crotch, and sending thick, slow streams of cream running down my clone’s mega muscle tits. “FFFFFUU—UUU—UUUUCCK!!” My deep voice trembled as I hit the 12th shot of my unloading, each ejaculation as thick and voluminous as the last, and I didn’t start teetering off until I hit my 18th. As I continued to slowly fuck his pecs slowly, draining every last drop out of me, I began to scoop fingerfuls of my spew into my mouth, savoring my new super-jock flavor. Big-assed twinks wouldn’t be able to get enough of it, of this I was sure.

After I had drained all I could, I slid out from between his pecs and looked down at him panting. He let go of his pecs and they bounced free of one another, jiggling back to firmness at a size that was easily triple what they once were. I reached down and squeezed a handful of both jizzy mounds, playfully slapping the underside of his left one loudly, “Nice rack, dude!” I chuckled lustfully.

“Why, thank you,” he answered proudly but unsurely.

“Do this,” I ordered, focusing on my chest muscles and making them dance alternatingly, my cock fattening up again feeling my new huge pecs bounce around.

He looked down with focus for a second, but then expertly made his muscle tits dance in no time, putting on such a thick and jiggly show like I’d never seen in my life. I couldn’t help but giggle.

“You’re a complete fucking treasure, man,” I grinned, stroking him on the cheek.

I stood up, feeling huge, strong, fucking powerful in my new body. I gave a full body stretch/flex and started walking back to my room. “I gotta shower,” I explained to him. “But I’m gonna show you another delightful human wonder right after.”

“Does it have something to do with that?” He asked, gesturing to my ass.

I looked back at it, laughed, “No, not that. Not now. It’s eating, bro. Eating food.” He nodded understandingly. “Though eating could have something to do with that, too. We’ll get into that later. I ordered a pizza, money’s on the counter if it gets here before I’m done, good?”

“Yes, good.” He answered monotonously, looking at the blank wall as I walked back to my room, grinning as I heard my hardwood floors creak unfamiliarly below my feet with my new weight.

———

As I showered, I couldn’t help but admire myself in the mirror, taking minutes and minutes to look at every angle of my new self, marveling at who I’d become. I looked fucking flawless, even my face had refined itself!

I ran my hands over every inch of my body, flexing and relaxing, feeling how every new curve felt in its relaxed versus its flexed state, tugging on my mammoth cock, making cute faces at myself. Getting maybe a little too into it.

I felt like I could bust another one already—my guess was that was probably thanks to the miracle potion I had conjured up and drank earlier—but I figured why waste time? My newly perfected clone I’m sure could entertain himself for a bit, I was going to spend some time milking my meat, really enjoy the hot water…

———

The creaky station wagon rolled into the driveway and it’s brakes squealed to an ear-piercing halt. Inside, James clutched the beat up piece of shit into neutral and pulled up the brake, scrolling through the last of his irresponsible browsing drive over, scrolling down pic after pic of beefy, hunky, hung men, at best barely clothed and straddling something phallic and at worst fully nude and spread open while having some orifice plugged.

He knew it was irresponsible to drive while horny-scrolling, it was just that old habits died hard. Plus, the 5’9”, 110 lbs max bean pole needed some kind of inspiration for once he finally starts bulking up. He made it through high school relatively unscathed, save for the twice monthly at least harassment from his relentless bullies, but high school was behind him and he was eager to start saving up money to go to school, hence the delivery gig.

It would just be an added benefit to go to college with a little meat on his bones in addition to a little extra dough in his pockets.

Eh, one of these days.

He opened the door and got out of the car, his shirt billowing with his movement—even the smallest of the restaurant’s uniform shirts hung off him—and pulled the two boxes for the order out of the warming bag in his back seat. He had to hold it with both hands underneath because of the size of the pies and the surprising amount of weight they had and marched to the front door of the address. He straightened himself and rang the doorbell, soon enough hearing some soft but heavy footfalls coming from behind the door. He prepared to recite his usual pleasantries, a simple good evening and repeating the price, but—

The door swung open and the delivery driver’s jaw dropped.

Standing in front of him at the entrance was a stunningly handsome man with the most impossibly huge and mouthwatering rack he’d ever seen in his life. What’s more, the guy was fucking naked! Additionally, he appeared to dripping with what could have been.. no, what had to have been…

“I assume your arrival has something to do with the piz-za?” The man asked, his voice deep and confident but his pronunciation of pizza drawn out and unnatural.

“—Y-yyyeah, it’s—.. y-you j—.. uhh, uuhhmm…?” The delivery guy fumbled through his words, not really grabbing onto anything of substance. The man raised his eyebrows, waiting for clarification.

“Pizza?” The delivery guy finally blurted out.

“Um, yes, indeed.”

“Oh! Uhh, yeah, it’s uhh… $25.95.”

“Of course. I have your money, I’ll return momentarily.” He started to turn to walk back inside.

“Hey! Uhh, why are you, like.. naked?”

“Hm? Oh, I just assumed it was the most natural. One moment,” with that, the man turned back to walk towards the kitchen at the other end of the house. The delivery driver looked with a watering mouth as he watched the man’s big, firm ass sway and bounce with each step on his way to the kitchen.

‘What the fuck??’ The driver thought with an awkward breathy chuckle, feeling himself boning up. This was the most unusual delivery he’d ever done, but it might have also been the best moment of his life!

The man returned with some folded cash, “Here you are.”

the delivery driver counted up everything: a twenty, a five, and a one. $26. The right price, but still…

“—Oh, uhh…”

The man was beginning to close the door but paused, “Pardon?”

The driver shrugged and grinned awkwardly, fanning the folded cash a little, “It’s just, it—.. like, no tip?”

“No tip?” The man asked back confused.

“Yeah, I mean, like a gratuity? Like, it’s late, your place is kinda out there, you’re uh.. like that, it’s just—..”

The man rocked back on his heels a little in sudden awareness. “OOOooohh, you mean some gesture of appreciation?”

“Well, it—yeah, like just a little more payment.”

“I see. Yes, I only learned about this concept recently, my apologies. I’d be glad to show you some additional appreciation for your labors. Would you come in? I can provide that directly.”

“Oh! Ummm, sure? I suppose I could come in while you get more money.”

The man stepped aside and welcomed the driver in, who sidestepped his way in to trying and failing to avoid bumping the muscular size of the man and inadvertently using his erect cock as a sort of turnstyle on his way in. He stepped in and looked around, hearing the man close the door behind him and walk past him towards the kitchen.

The driver stepped into the next room, clearly the living room, noticing the place seemed to reek of sweat, musk, sex. The humidity and the intensity of it all thrilled him while also making him shrink back a little. It wasn’t until he approached the loveseat that he noticed that the back of it was stained with fresh cum. Did he catch this guy at the door after a living room jack off session?! Who jacks it in the living room?

“How would you like your tip?”

The driver spun around, startled by the man from the door who must’ve moved like a cat, standing almost face to face to him.

“H-Huh?”

“Your tip. Would you like to give it or to receive it?”

“W-Well, I mean… receive it, obviously?”

“Naturally,” the man grinned, pushing the driver back by the shoulders, making him stumble back onto the couch, feeling the slimy, sticky coolness of the jizz deep through the back of his uniform shirt.

“What are y—!” The driver started but was shocked to silence as the man quickly straddled one leg on the couch and leaned in, moving his leaking cock towards the driver’s mouth. He looked up at the man who looked back down at him with a friendly grin, feeling his spongy tip and rigid shaft knock against his lips and cheek. He couldn’t admit that he didn’t want this. The night was already weird as fuck, so he could either resist it and leave or go along for the ride.

So, he went along for the ride.

The driver opened his mouth wide and led the man’s cock into his mouth with his tongue, wrapping his lips around the man’s cock and bobbing his head forward and back, feeling the length of the cock slide in and out, in and out, in and out of his mouth. The musky, sweaty taste of it was strong but not unwelcome and he could taste the flavorful pre steadily leaking from the slit. He didn’t know how long he sucked on the man’s cock, but he didn’t feel like he wanted it to end any time soon, especially considering how gentle of a lover the man was being, stroking his face and not fucking his face too forcefully.

The man lolled his head back in a groan as he could feel his balls beginning to churn out another helping of the powerful spunk he’d pumped into his host earlier and found himself getting excited at the thought of watching the same results take their effect on this delivery driver. He continued fucking the driver’s face for a while longer until he felt the buildup begin to mount.

“Here it comessss,” the man moaned as he gently held onto both sides of the driver’s face and increased his speed, feeling the driver’s hands reach back and wrap his hands around his thick thighs. The man fucked with a little more intensity and a little more speed until finally—

The driver felt hot torrents of jizz erupt from the man’s cock, hearing him moan and groan with intense, orgasmic satisfaction, feeling the man’s shaft and head swell and flare with each consecutive load. Most of it sprayed into the back of his throat and down into his gut—thanks to the length of the man being almost all the way inside him—while his mouth quickly began to fill with the hot seed. He swallowed as much and as quickly as he could, loudly gulping as the surprising quantity of jizz continued to fill him up. He only coughed a few times but didn’t dare to spill a drop. Even as the man’s spurts began to spill out slower and lighter, he continued to drink until he was completely spent. Finally, the man pulled out of his mouth, the driver sucking the excesses off his shaft cleanly as he did.

The driver took several panting breaths as the man began to gather himself, too. He felt the warmth of the spew in the center of his gut, pervading through his being like he was being covered with a heated weighted blanket. It felt comforting at first, but then the feeling began to spread and intensify.

“That was great,” the man noted, fetching a tissue from the counter to wipe off his dripping crotch, noticing but not worrying about the discomfort the driver appeared to be experiencing.

“Yeah, uhh.. Thanks. You, too,” the driver responded dryly, way more thrilled by what had transpired, but growing steadily alarmed by the warm-bordering-on-hot feeling spreading throughout his body. He could feel himself starting to sweat more as the heat built and began to feel a tense, aching feeling across his skin and within his very minuscule muscles. He noticed that his breath was beginning to tighten and quicken as he felt his hot-to-the-touch skin begin to pulse. He looked back up at the man, who was standing naked by the kitchen counter and flipping through a magazine.

“H-H-Hey, du-dude,” the driver hissed between pained and trembling breaths. The man looked up at him, “Wha—aaaat’s happening to me?”

“Only what’s customary,” the man responded in a confused tone.

“Wh—!!” The driver’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt his body jolt in a full-body pulse. Then again. Then again, each time his body jolting and reacting a little more strongly than the last. He looked up at the man again who simply threw his head back at him with a grin. With one more intense pulse, the driver felt and saw the impossible.

His physique began to pulse with him. It felt and looked like he was an inflatable, actually. With each pulse, his body began to swell larger and larger, his work uniform clinging tighter and tighter to his frame. He huffed a disbelieving laugh as he twisted his arms and felt them pulse again and again, shaping quickly into firm, dense mounds as his uniform shirt sleeves began to slide up his arm, tightening around his expanding biceps and triceps. He couldn’t help but giggle as he squeezed his chest together with his expanding arms, watching his chest swell, swell, swell with each consecutive pulse. They spread apart with his widening back and he could feel the cool house air against his midriff and ankles as he felt himself sliding taller and taller against the back of the couch. His pants, which he’d always preferred to keep tighter, stretched and tore slightly in places against the swelling of his growing thighs and calves while his ass thickened and fattened out from the shapeless, flat backside he used to have. Finally, his crotch bulged larger and larger against the tightening pants and formed a gorgeous, shapely bulge at the front of his pants, albeit wickedly tight and nearly painful. The painfulness was felt even more sharply as he gripped both sides of his legs and leaned back in a groan, his knees locking forward and his toes curling as his stiff cock swelled against its tight confines and shot heavy load after load into his pants. Much of it sprayed out of the tight confines of his old pants, soaking his front and producing such a large helping of jizz that it made it look like he’d pissed himself.

Once a fully hairless man, he began to feel the itchiness under his clothes and the scratchiness against his neck as he began to sprout some hair across his body while a five o’ clock shadow spread across his face and neck. He was beginning to look like the nice cusp between twink and twunk that he’d always found so attractive, now fully personified by himself. He’d never felt hornier or more thrilled in his life, and fucking hell did he want more.

The driver brought his arms up in a flex, looking at how much bigger they’d gotten, and felt himself fully ready to spew again. He looked at the man, standing still fully nude, leaning against the wall and watching the driver check himself out. He driver could only puff out thrilled and unbelieving chuckles as he flexed harder and harder.

“Can we do that again?”

———

I wiped myself off as the shower drained itself, soapy water turned white, milky, and soupy with my constant emissions sank lazily down the drain, coughing with its thickness occasionally. Drying myself took about as long of a process as it took to take the shower itself. I just kept noticing newer angles to myself and newer shapes to check out that I couldn’t stop twisting and flexing and posing for myself. I was a stud before, but fuck, now I was a yoked BEAST. I’m pretty sure I could best just about anyone at my gym in a contest now, it wouldn’t even be a competition.

As I continued to dry myself and admire my new muscular beauty, I heard a commotion from within the house. It founded like furniture cracking and being pushed across the floor. While I was showering, I swear I could hear something else, too. It sounded like deep, reverberating moaning, but it could have easily been the pipes groaning with the hot water. But now it sounded like it had come back, still slightly muffled but decidedly too varied in range to be pipes.

I quickly finished wiping the drops of water off my rippling bod and wrapped my towel around my waist, just barely enough length in it to tie around me. Stepping through my bathroom and bedroom, I moved into the hallway towards the living room.

Walking slowly towards the growing sounds of flesh squeaking across hardwood floors and groans, I began to notice that the air was thicker, too. It felt hot, humid, sweaty, moist, dense, the faint scent of pizza mingling with the heavy scent of sex and musk. In fact, it felt and smelt a lot like a university locker room, from my recollection. Something was off, I just had no idea what it could be.

I rounded the corner and was stunned to a halt.

My couch looked like it had been crushed in the middle, it’s wooden bottom having split and angled downwards. Sitting on top was a man—or what appeared to be a man—rising to about 6 feet in a sitting position. He had to have been 8 or 9 feet standing, at least, and his proportions were out of this world. His thighs each looked to be as thick as my entire torso, his khaki pants clung to his muscle bound trunks in shreds like vines. His ass seemed perfectly round and took up a huge space on the couch. His shirt had ridden up his torso up to his neck and shoulders, but it didn’t seem as though he could pull it down if he wanted to. His abs were thick and protruding and his pecs heaved with heavy breaths over and over again, these massive meaty pillows inflating in and out across this giant’s chest. His arms were the sizes of cannons and his neck and shoulders made him look like a bull. His cock and balls were stuffed tightly and mostly unconcealed in a dangerously tight and soggy pair of briefs, his thick, erect cock curved painfully downward with most of his shaft clearly visible through the cum-soaked briefs. Thick, white spew coated his entire crotch, most of his legs, and even most of his lower abs.

The man was covered head to toe in a thick, dark carpeting of hair that was matted slick against his musculature with dripping sweat, while he held my clone up to his face with his huge, strong hands, my writhing clone’s crotch gyrating against his face while the man appeared to gulp greedily from him.

He dropped his hands from my clone’s backside as my clone pulled out of his face, I could hear him sucking as he pulled out.

“FFUUUUUUUUCCK, you’re so good…” the giant stranger groaned between pants, swallowing more between heavy breaths, his eyes closed while apparently savoring the taste.

“I appreciate the complement, again,” my clone responded deadpan, sliding down off the man’s chest. As he did, he noticed me in the doorway. “Ah! You’ve finished, marvelous. Now, this eating you mentioned,” he began, completely nonchalantly, as if I didn’t just walk into a scene out of some kinky dreamscape.

Before I could answer, the man’s eyes slowly opened and looked at me with a drunken grin.

“Well, hello there, handsome,” he slurred loudly and deeply as he licked his lips and shifted his hips, his cock appearing to lurch much larger. I could see shimmering drops of sweat rolling down his body as he moved and I could tell the smell throughout the house was coming solely from him. “Aren’t you two just the most delicious set of twins I’ve ever seen.”

“Who are you?” I asked back, stepping around him and looking at the splintered remains of my couch while gaping at his unbelievable proportions.

“I’m just the delivery driver, man,” He responded with a grin, extending his arms back and his legs out in a stretch while I heard his stomach gurgling loudly. As he stretched, his muscle groups tensed and the couch continued to crack, splinter, and groan. When he was finished, he looked back at me with that same drunken grin. “Your bro here helped me out and gave me a fucking awesome too. Actually several.”

He winked at my clone and my clone beamed at me proudly, like a child who’d just gotten praise from a teacher. He’d made a muscle-bound giant right in the middle of my living room!! Who know how this guy looked before he arrived, but it couldn’t be anything like he currently was. How was he going to explain this?! How was this going to affect us?!

Fuck me, we needed to have a conversation about sharing.

But… a part of me understood that this was a result of my own lust and carelessness… and I couldn’t say that I didn’t like it.

“Aww ffffuuuuucckk,” the driver groaned, his head rolling back and his grin spreading wider. His stomach groaned and gurgled loudly again and it looked as though his entire body trembled with the vibrations of it. “Dude, I’m getting so fuuuucckin HUUUUUUGE,” he groaned as he tensed his chest and arms tightly in a flex. His muscles twisted and bulged outwards even larger as sweat continued to pour off him while his shirt rode even higher up, looking like the tight fabric would threaten to constrict his neck if it continued to go any higher up his chest and shoulders. As his abs pulsed and swelled, he spread his legs apart and I drooled as I watched his incredible thighs and calves thickened larger, snapping more shredded remains of his pants off him. His toes wiggled longer and larger through the already ripped soles of his shows as his nutsack swelled heavier with the increasingly tight confines of his soggy briefs. “FFF!!—UUUCCCK!” he bellowed as his stiff, curved shaft began to stretch thicker and longer as it spastically spit thick ropes of cum into his underwear, seeping through the soaked fabric and onto the floor. “U!!—UGGHH, SORRY M!!—MAN, I’M FUCKIN’ JJ!!—IZZING ALL OVER THE P!!—PLACE!” He whined orgasmically as he thrashed and humped wildly into the air, spurts and spurts of his seed spraying out from the edges of his underwear and through the fabric. I could hear slight tearing sounds with each thrust and moaned as I watched his underwear begin to give way.

They ripped wetly and loudly, tearing at the narrowest point in his taint and causing the elastic waistband to snap forwards. Combined with the force of the elastic snap and the stiff-as-a-board nature of his cock, his filthy, soggy briefs flung heavily through the air and splatted against my broad chest. I could feel the combined hot freshness of his current load and the cool stickiness of his other loads slapping against me and sending me over the edge. This guy was a fucking sex god, and I was going to treat him as such.

I rushed over while he continued vocalizing and thrusting, basically pissing jizz all over my wood floor, yanked his torn briefs off my chest, and wrapped my hands and his cummy briefs around his spurting cock, holding it against me and letting him fuck my torso, his mammoth cock extending all the way up between the ridges of my abs and in the valley between my pecs. He painted me white with his seed and I caught as much of it as I could in my mouth, savoring his flavor. His spurting began to slow and he started to catch his breaths, taking deep, grunting lungfuls of air. He looked down at me and I looked up at him, feeling his massive hands rub his spew into my muscles and watching f sweat drip down his torso.

“Aren’t you the greedy one,” he grinned down at me. I massaged his balls as the last of him seeped out of his cock.

“You have—” I started, leaning over to lick the last of his jizz from his tip and sticking my tongue into his slit, swirling it around and eliciting a deep, vibrating moan from him. “—no idea.”

I sat up on his torso and rested my round ass on his heaving, sweaty pecs. “Now it’s your turn,” I grinned down at him, aligning my cock with his mouth. He chuckled deeply and stuck out his long tongue, scooping my entire sex into his tongue and wrapping his lips around it, flexing his arms to show off for me.

I turned around and spotted my clone as I started to thrust into his scratchy face, “Hey bro,” I gestured over to him. He looked up from his dick with a questioning look. “Come over here and feed me. I wanna get real monstrously huge so I can properly fuck this guy.”

He jumped up and moved towards me with his cock leaking pre. He excitedly shoved his y to oil into my mouth and I started to suck, already feeling my shaft beginning to swell larger in the delivery man’s throat.

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Breeder Boy

Adam hoisted the suspenders up slowly, his mind numb as he went through the motions of tightening each strap around his shoulder blades.

“Yeah, that's a good boy,” his best friend Isaac affirmed from behind. “That's my good, obedient breeder boy.”

Adam blinked. He could not remember why Isaac had taken to him after college. The two were practically opposites back then. Isaac was a popular lacrosse player with girls constantly at his side. Adam had been a data analytics nerd who had only managed to kiss one boy in his entire life. And it had been an accident. Their social circles would have never intercepted if it had not been for the Intro to Psychology course they had both taken as an elective.

They had been paired as partners in a simple project exploring different subsects of therapy. Adam and Isaac had been assigned with hypnotherapy, although going in it had been obvious which one of them was actually going to do the work. That was until Adam explained to Isaac what their subject was. The nerd had been shocked to see the jock’s sudden enthusiasm for the subject. Inspired by Isaac's curiosity, Adam had tried his best to answer every question Isaac posed to him.

"You are about to have one of the best days of your life.” Adam stood still as Isaac’s arms dropped around his head, a black bowtie ready to encircle his throat. “You will smile, laugh, maybe even cry at the sheer beauty of your woman. The ceremony and reception will be branded into your memory forever.”

Adam gulped, his face still emotionless as he tried to process everything. It was like his life had changed after meeting Isaac. After that project, they would be together almost all the time. Whenever Isaac was not at practice, partying, or getting laid, then he would be with Adam. At first, Adam did not understand the sudden friendship that emerged between them, but Isaac had told him to disregard it. In fact, there were a lot of things Isaac had told Adam to forget about.

While it had been too late to completely change his major, Isaac had reasoned with Adam that an accounting degree would be much more beneficial than his current computer sciences. That way, by focusing on business, he would have more time to do what he and Isaac loved, sports. Adam had protested at first, but after Isaac’s well-crafted arguments, his opposition was cleanly dismissed. 

After graduation, Isaac was able to spend even more time with Adam. The two often discussed so many different topics that Adam could not quite remember everything they had covered. It was strange how Isaac, someone he had known for only a tiny portion of his life, had known more about Adam than even Adam did. Isaac had clarified early on that he had understood Adam’s wants, goals, and needs. Isaac had joked that Adam should just forget about his former aspirations, as he knew them better anyway.

“Yup, don't resist it…atta boy,” Isaac praised as he secured the bowtie. Adam fidgeted with his ring, the cold metal foreign to his formerly naked finger. 

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Isaac took notice. “You like knowing you're about to be married to a woman. You like that I helped you become an alpha male. You like to submit to the patriarchy and uphold the traditional masculine supremacy.”

Adam said nothing. It had been just over five years since they had first met. Five years since Isaac had begun reshaping his life, and where was he now? At 27, Adam was a successful businessman at a firm downtown, often working with clients beside Isaac. Adam now enjoyed lacrosse, tennis, and frequent pickleball. Adam spent mornings at the gym and evenings at the bar. And right now, he was about to marry his girlfriend of almost two years, the woman he had fallen in love with and was preparing to dedicate his life to.

“Just think, back in college you were nothing more than a faggy partner for what I thought would be a blow-over of a psych class.” Isaac, his best man, brimmed with excitement. “Now you’re worthy of being a man, a real man, who’s gonna slide that straightened cock into a fertile, tight pussy tonight."

“And at the heart of it all," Isaac sneered. "you were the one who began this whole thing. My good breeder boy.”

Adam blinked. Butterflies bounced around in his stomach as he tossed the suit jacket over himself. He was excited and nervous as he approached the doors, one of the the best days of his life beginning he entered into the church hall.

"Looking good, man!" Isaac cheered before whispering. “And don’t forget, that baby you're making tonight should be named Isaac.”

Adam chuckled. Isaac had been his best bro, had known more about Adam than he himself had after all. That honor only felt right.

[johnbrand-deactivated20250425]

Man-Up Camp

With @gassydumbjocks

Just to make it clear, Joel had no problems with his son being gay. Tanner had grown up a decent young man, now almost 25 and working in the bioengineering field. But throughout his childhood and adolescence, Joel has fostered quite the effeminate son. It made no sense regarding Joel's background. Obsessed with sports, passionate about drinking beer, supporting his family through thick and thin. He was not conservative, but such a traditionally masculine man should not have reared the pinkest pony on the block.

Science and gender studies over business and sports management, Christina Aguilera over Garth Brooks. Heck, Joel had even been excited to have the talk with his son, but instead the discussion turned into Tanner explaining how bottoming worked! All Joel had wished for was a real man of a son, someone he could be proud of. So after hearing of a fantastical “Man-Up Camp”, Joel decided to send his son in. Tanner was almost past the point of young adulthood, so Joel did not want to waste any more time than necessary.

Everything happened fast after Joel’s payment had gone through. Tanner had exited the lab building for the night after a long day of research. Minding his own business and walking on the sidewalk while listening to the music, he had not even noticed when the camp's van suddenly pulled up beside him. Out hopped two burly men, and suddenly Tanner felt a sharp prickling in his neck followed by another in his side. Once out cold, the men were easily able to haul the twink into the van and head off to camp.

When Tanner eventually awoke, he was greeted by a taller lad with tanned skin, a beefy frame, and an already-noticeable obnoxious personality. The hunky man was only wearing some gym shorts, airing out his musk into the small, concrete room. 

"Wha…what’s going on?” Tanner’s high voice squeaked, noticing he was tied up. 

“Welcome to Man-Up Camp, bro!”

Within a moment’s notice, the jock approached and quickly shoved his victim’s head into one of the hairiest armpits Tanner had ever seen. After about 30 seconds, the jock released Tanner, revealing the twink’s sweat and funky grime-covered face.

"Thought you’d like that, sissy boy,” the jock taunted, motioning to Tanner’s small, erect dick before leaning in with a:

BOOUUUURRRPPP!

"Ugh, god..." Tanner grumbled as he swallowed the nasty smoke. Before he could recover, the jock had already turned around, raising a leg before grunting.

PPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTT!

The putrid smell dove right for Tanner, penetrating into his skin as it was absorbed. This process of funk exposure would continue for a few hours. The jock would go back and forth between all different methods of emanating stench, a way of directing pure masculine DNA.

As Joel had read online, the unadulterated toxicity would erode away at the drugged client, contaminating until their being was soaked in what was deemed as “undeniably alpha”. In the end, the trauma would restructure Tanner's memory to appropriate the results.

———

Nervously, Joel knocked on the door of his son’s apartment. Tanner had returned from the Man-Up Camp two days ago, but the program had advised not to visit clients for at least 48 hours to help solidify the marination process. Now, Joel stood before his decision, wracked with excitement and guilt. He had not agreed with all the program’s promises, including the conversion, but his desperation for a manly son sat stronger. Joel just hoped he had not gone too far.

“If it ain’t my old man!” A booming voice greeted from the entryway. For the first time ever, Joel had to look up to make eye contact with his son. “I was just about to leave for a game with the boys, wanna come?”

Joel took in his new son. Gone was the short flamboyant nerd; what now stood before him was the epitome of masculine identity. Tanner was tall, muscular, and hairy. Just by peering into the apartment, it was clear his priorities had shifted. While once impeccably decorated, Tanner’s home was now filled with cheap generic furniture, discarded takeout leftovers, and dirty clothes scattered across the floor.

After being blasted by the funk wave that emanated from his new son, Joel agreed to join him. In response through burps, Tanner spelt out a “G-R-E-A-T B-R-OURP!” right into his father’s face.

Over the rest of their time together, Joel simply sat on the sidelines studying this new man. He could not help but take in every inch of Tanner's physical and mental testosterone. The camo baseball hat, the scruffy beard, the lightly-dusted pecs, the massive dong swinging freely in the workout shorts, the giant shoes clomping around the court. His interactions too, chest-bumping his bros when he scored a point and blasting the losers with smelly butt bombs. Tanner had become a dumber, grosser, obnoxious, bigoted version of himself: Joel could not have been more proud of his success. 

“Yo Pops!” Tanner shouted, adjusting himself freely. “You ever gonna join us or you just gonna fag out over there?”

Joel laughed. This new rowdier, cockier Tanner was gonna take some time to get used to. Perhaps Joel would just have to man-up himself.

[johnbrand-deactivated20250425]

Enforcing Normality

“Stop right there!”

Luke quickly pulled out the gun tucked under his shirt, aiming it directly at the man before him. 

“Woah woah!” The man put his hands up in surrender, taking a step back.

“Don’t move,” Luke commanded, although it came off a bit shaky. This was his first time ever bolstering such a dangerous weapon.

“Alright, ok,” the other man assured his tone was calm and steady. “I promise I won’t move if you would just lower the gun.”

“There’s no…you can’t negotiate.” Luke was struggling a bit, something the other man picked up on. He began to deduce that the programming had not yet successfully overridden Luke’s mind.

“Look, you don’t have to do this,” the man started. “I’m innocent.”

Luke’s eye twitched, but his position remained firm. “...That’s not true.”

“It is, I haven’t done anything wrong.”

“I will shoot,” Luke tried to confirm.

“I bet you used to be just like me,” the man continued. “Before they got to you, you probably lived a happy life. A happy, homosexual life.”

“Shut up,” Luke spat. “I do live a happy life! A happy life with my wife and first kid on the way. A happy, normal life.”

The man took notice of the ring on Luke’s finger. Usually, by the breeding stage, the former inhabitant was long gone, displaced and discarded by the heterosexual algorithm that took over. But the fact that Luke had not shot on sight meant the former inhabitant was still fighting, even if Luke did not consciously realize it.

“You must have been strong, vigilant, vibrant,” the man persuaded. He cautiously took a step forward, trying to lure out whatever could still remain behind the straight male. “You can fight the enforced ‘normality’ they’ve drilled into you.”

Luke closed his eyes and violently shook his head. “Shut up shut up!” Taking it slowly, the man proceeded closer as his aggressor began to lose focus.

“There are people, a rebellion,” the man insisted. “People that can help you, save you, before it's too late.” 

Luke groaned, his head pounding as it battled against the strong values that had been transplanted into him. The man inched closer, now within distance to reach over and grab the weapon away.

“Let me help you,” the man pleaded. “Let me help you become gay again.”

A piercing explosion went off, followed by a soft thud. A single bullet had bore directly into the man’s skull, knocking him out and onto the ground. The conversion drug had absorbed into the brain on impact, not killing the man, but instead ceasing any conscious activity in order to get to work. Some effects were instantaneous, while others took a little more time. In the end however, once the conversion drug was introduced to the main system, there was nothing that could be done.

Still a little shaky, Luke’s eyes were glued to the man on the ground before him. He watched as the first changes began to take hold. The man's body twitched as his musculature expanded, pushing against the limits of his clothing. Body hair erupted soon after, followed by multiple cracks as his jaw squared out and frame became more angular. The Adam's apple began to grow more pronounced, along with the pouch between the legs, which would become the conversion drug’s production factory.

Luke took a couple of breaths before lodging his gun back into the waistband of his jeans. A small burst of adrenaline and pride overrode him as he watched the man straighten out before his very eyes. The man that he had straightened out. Feeling a childish glee emerging from within, Luke became jittery with the joy of enforcing heteronormativity. He reached for his phone and quickly dialed up the local guard, eager to report his first success before embellishing the tale to his wife at home.

[misctf]

The Game Show

You can think of a few reasons why you found yourself in the audience that night. Well, really one. When you heard "Are You Smarter Than A Himbo" was putting on a show in your neighborhood, you couldn't resist. Sure, it was kind of stupid. You'd seen the clips online. They'd bring some braindead jock up on stage to flex, laugh, crack jokes, and answer basic trivia wrong. The poor idiot would laugh along as the audience laughed at him. You'd always figured the dunce was too dumb to realize they were laughing at him. But fuck, those guys were hot. So if anything, you'd get to ogle at some hot guy flexing all night and maybe get a few laughs out of it too.

"Do you think Zak's pecs are real?"

"Jason is like totally the hottest."

"I think Ryan isn't as dumb as he lets on."

"Did you know Mike is single? I can't…"

You roll your eyes at the fanfare all around you. These people were seriously into it. And then it starts.

"Welcome everyone!" You watch as a lanky man struts on stage with his hair slicked back and a wide grin on his face, "Are you ready!?" The crowd- mostly women and a few guys cheered in response, "I said: are you ready!?" You roll your eyes as the host worked the crowd, "Alright, alright… welcome." The host smiles wider, "Put your hands together for our main man!"

The host gestures toward the side of the stage and Zak strolls out with a slow, confident walk, his arms flexed as if expecting applause. He’s got thick curls falling over his forehead, and his chest is packed with muscle, tight under his white tank top. The crowd goes wild as he steps onto the platform.

“Y’all ready?” Zak shouts, raising both arms above his head. “Let’s go!” He pulls off his shirt in one smooth motion, and your eyes widen as you take in his massive pecs and perfect abs. The crowd similarly goes wild. Zak grins, flashing a perfect set of teeth, "I'm so fuckin' pumped to be here tonight! I fuckin' love you guys!"

"But Zak, I think you have something to say to everyone. Right?" The host interjects, patting the massive jock on the back.

"Yo dude yeah, for real." Zak nods, "Like, this is gonna be my last show, ya know? With the whole modeling thing blowin' up and all." The audience groans, "I know, it sucks majorly, trust me!" Zak frowns, "But like, you'll get to see plenty more of me. Trust me brahs." He winks and the crowd cheers.

The host claps, "That’s what I like to hear! Alright, let’s get started!"

You lean forward in your seat as the first audience member is brought up. It only takes a few questions for her to utterly humiliate Zak, who just laughs and flexes like the dumb himbo that he is. As the contestant returns to her seat, the host's eyes scan the crowd, zeroing in on you.

"What about you there in the blue shirt? He looks smart, right Zak? Let's get you up here!"

Initially you're shocked. You? The host gestures for you to make your way up to the stage. You can feel your heart pounding as you climb the stairs, palms feeling a little sweaty. The bright lights, all eyes on you. And as you step onto the stage, you get an up close look of Zak. His biceps bulge impressively, glistening with a light sheen of sweat. But god he smells like a wet gym sock.

"Sup bro, nice to meetcha!" Zak grins and throws a muscular arm around you, "Dude, you ready for this?"

"Aw do I sense a budding bromance?" The host grins and the crowd cheers. After settling them down, he turns to you. "You know how this works by now. Do you think you're smarter than a himbo?"

"Yeah, I think I am." You reply.

"Heh we'll see about that, bro!" Zak guffaws, "I was just goin' easy on that last chick."

"The confidence!" The host laughs, "Let's put it to the test. Your first question: Which is the only sea without any coastlines?"

You ponder for a moment. A sea without a coastline? That's... god what was that? You feel your cheeks flushing red, as you realize you don't know the answer to that. But if you don't know the answer, Zak would definitely not know either. Speaking of Zak, he's bouncing his pecs like the oversized gym bro he is.

"Is it the Caspian Sea?" You shrug, eyes still locked on his massive pecs. Of course the host shakes his head with exaggerated sadness.

"Ah, seems Mr. Smartypants here was a bit too distracted admiring the view to ace that question!" He winks at the audience, while Zak flexes.

"No shame in that, brah!"

You feel your face flush red with embarrassment as the laughter from the audience washes over you. Great, now they all think you're just another hormone-addled fool who can't string two thoughts together because of a pretty face.

"Alright Zak, a question for you now buddy!" You figure Zak is about to bomb this question anyway- round will end in a tie and you can walk away with some dignity, "What color are bananas?"

Zak scratches his head, "Dude… tricky." He chuckles, low and dumb, "So, I want to say yellow, but also green when they're not ripe. Oh but brown too if they go for too long!"

"Fantastic answer Zak! Well thought out!" The host grins as the crowd cheers, "Uh oh, looks like Zak has pulled ahead!"

The fuck kind of question was that? You look at the host and then Zak, who is doing a victory dance. The color of bananas? Of course Zak would know that- he's a fucking ape. You smirk at your own joke.

"Okay okay, let's try another one! Mr. Smartypants, are you ready to redeem yourself?" You're ready, more than ready. You're not..., "What pigments are responsible for the red color of leaves?"

Your mouth opens, but no words come out. You don't have an answer for that. Maybe you did know it, but between the flexing stud and the stage fright, you couldn't find the information.

"Chlorophyll."

"What a shame! That is not correct." He smiles at the audience, "It seems Zak may have a chance to widen his lead! Hey big guy, what day of the month is Christmas celebrated on?" It takes Zak maybe a minute or two to answer that one correctly, "Look at that folks, Zak is now up by two!" He turns to you with a grin, "Seems our guest is not much of a smartypants after all!"

Again, your face flush reds, "No worries, little dude." Zak ruffles your hair, "I uh, I got some smarts, ya know." He looks out towards the audience, "Last show brahs but first win!"

The crowd cheers and it dawns on you that you might be the first person to actually lose this stupid game. Frustration bubbles up inside you as the host and crowd continue to mock you. You're better than this, smarter than being made a fool of. Screw it, you're going to show them all up.

"I could answer every single one of those easy-ass questions he's getting," you mutter under your breath, but the mic picks it up anyway. The host's eyes light up.

"Oh ho, is that so?" He raises an eyebrow, a smirk gracing his features. "Well then, why don't you prove it, hot shot? Let's see if you can handle something a little more…your speed. Here we go bud - how does the body cool down during intense exercise like a heavy workout session?"

You chuckle. Really? This was the question? You clear your voice, "Sweating. That's how it keeps from overheating."

"Correct!"

"Woah bro, nice one!"

Yeah... that was a nice one. Finally got a question right... finally... You wince as a warmth fills your upper arms. At first it's just a gentle tingling, a warm buzzing beneath your skin. But quickly it builds to a throbbing, insistent pressure.

"What the…?"

The sensation intensifies, an intensifying heat pulsing through your upper arms. Your skin prickles and tightens as your biceps and triceps stretch against the sleeve of your shirt. It feels like the most intense pump after a grueling workout, but magnified tenfold. Your arms throbbing, aching. You feel aware of just how much more space they're taking up. And the twitching- it's incessant. Unconsciously, your arms start to rise, muscles tensing, flexing…

"Whoa…" you mutter, marveling at the sheer size and density of your upper arms, "How…?"

The host clears his throat pointedly, breaking you out of your awestruck reverie. "Ahem, moving on! Thanks for that… demonstration." He shoots you a knowing wink, a sly grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "Let's see if we can't challenge that big ol' brain of yours with another question, shall we? What does the acronym SBD stand for in powerlifting?"

"Oh brah, way too easy." Zak chides, crossing his massive arms over his muscular chest, "Even I know that one."

But your head is swimming. The powerful feeling in your arms send pleasurable waves of warmth through your body. But your mind. You're reviewing the question. Thinking it through. SBD? In powerlifting?

"SBD... SBD..." You rub your chin, unconsciously flexing your now massive bicep, "Huh... like... That's uh..."

You look over at Zak and he's making some kind of motion. A goofy grin on his face as he squats. Squats. Squats!

"Bro!" You grin, "Squats, dude! Yeah, that's what the S stands for." You grin, but the host shakes his head, "C'mon what?" You pout.

"You're still forgetting the rest." The host smiles, "And the timer is counting down."

You shuffle anxiously on your feet. You know this, right? But why would you? You're not into powerlifting. But like, it should be easy. If S stands for squats then like, wouldn't B and D also be something to do with working out? Yeah? Totally, that makes sense. But like, what else is there? What other... huh... shirt is getting kinda tight too. And fuck, you can't help but notice how warm your chest feels. Nice and warm, pressing more and more against the fabric of your shirt. Stretching it out against your big, meaty...

"Bench press, brah! B stands for bench press!" You say with a grin as your shirt starts to tear away, revealing a set of massive pecs and a chiseled torso, "Huh where'd my shirt go?" The audience cheers and you grin, staring down as you bounce your pecs.

"Excellent job, but unfortunately, you didn't finish. You missed D, you big dunce."

The host laughs, and you laugh along with him and the audience. Big dunce. Yeah that's... that's you? You pause for a second and start to feel that same embarrassment from earlier. They're laughing... not with you, but...

"Dude, can't win em all!" Zak slaps you on your increasingly wider back and you turn to him- now at eye-level, "But like, brah, you've got this next one!"

"Y-y-you th-think so.... brah?" Your tongue feels heavy, the words feel sluggish. You notice your voice sounds deeper to your ears, "I..."

"You have to focus there, smartypants!" The host interrupts, "Two more questions. Are you ready?" You nod slowly, "In a deadlift, how high are you supposed to lift the barbell before lowering it?"

"Deadlift..." Your eyes light up suddenly, "Wait, bro! The D! That's what D stands for, brah!" You say excitedly.

The whole audience laughs, as does the host. You look at him, feeling a strange sense of confusion bubbling up. Why were they laughing? What was so funny?

"Good job there, but that was the last question. We've moved on, big guy."

"Oh..." You chuckle, a grin forming on your lips as you let out a deep, dumb laugh, "Huhuhuh that was pretty stupid of me." The audience and the host laugh even louder, and you find yourself joining in, "Alright, gotta lock in, gotta... brah what was the question?"

"Dead lifts..."

"Oh fuck yeah! I fuckin' love deadlifts."

The host grins, "Yes, exactly! So tell us, when doing a deadlift, how high do you lift the barbell before lowering it?"

"Yeah... uh..." You bite your lip, thinking hard. Your fingers drum against your swollen bicep as you try to concentrate and with a sigh, lift your hands behind your head, "Oh nice..."

Your eyes lock on to your bulging bis and tris and you're momentarily distracted. But the sharp tang of your own musk drifts up from your armpits, momentarily derailing your train of thought. Fuck, you smell good. Really fucking good. But since when did you...?

"Brah, c'mon you got this." Zak says, watching you closely.

You shake your head and run a hand through your perfectly gelled, styled hair, before pausing- fuck your aesthetic is probably cooked. You awkwardly pat at your hair.

"Worry about your hair later, you've got a question to answer." The host says.

"Fuck, sorry..." You let out an awkward chuckle, "Just gotta..."

Your body moves instinctively into the proper deadlift position—back straight, knees slightly bent, hips pushed back—as if you've done this 1000s of times before. As you demonstrate the form flawlessly, a new awareness floods your lower body. Your glutes feel… alive. Heavy. Round. Perfect. You grin as you squeeze them unconsciously, feeling the dense muscle fibers contract.

"The answer is hips, bro."

"Let's fuckin' go, brah!" Zak cheers and slaps you on the ass, sending a wave of intense pleasure reverberating through your meaty glutes.

As the crowd cheers, your eyes lock on Zak. The pleasure from him slapping your ass still making you shudder. You drink him in, fixated on the prominent bulge straining against his gym shorts.

"Fuck..." You mumble- he's packing serious heat there.

Your mouth waters involuntarily as fantasies flood your mind- Zak pinning you down, those huge hands squeezing your meaty ass while he drives his massive cock deep inside you. The image of you riding his thick cock sends shivers down your growing frame, and you imagine running your tongue over every inch of his sweat-slick skin. You lick your lips and grin at the thought.

When your eyes meet again, Zak doesn't look away. Instead, his smirk widens as he catches you staring, and the few brain cells he has recognize exactly what you’re thinking. He flexes for the audience, but he turns to give you a quick wink, letting you know all that flexing was just for you... because he wants you to know he wants you too. After all, you know there's not way he could resist you either. With your... bulging pecs? Massive arms? Thick glutes?

"Wait..." You mumble. You can feel the rusting gears in your increasingly empty head turn ever so slightly, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth.

Your head was spinning, brain trying to make sense of all of it.

Something’s off, right? Like... this ain’t how it used to be. You know that. You weren’t… this. But then... what were you then, dude? Cause, like, look at you. Seriously... just look. You’re absolutely shredded. I mean, c’mon, those arms? That chest? You don’t just wake up lookin’ this jacked without bein’… well, this guy. So how could you not be you if you straight-up look like you? Right?

A dumb chuckle escapes your lips as all that thinking overwhelms and shuts down whatever last remaining brain cells you have.

The host snaps his fingers in front of your face, breaking you out of your haze. "Earth to bro, we still got one question."

"Huh? Wha-" You blink slowly, your expression vacant and slack. Drool slips down your chin as you stare blankly ahead.

"Are you smarter than a himbo?" The host grins.

"Nawww, bro, 'course not!" You reply with a big, dumb grin spreading across your face, "Can't be smarter than a himbo cuz… I AM the fuckin' himbo, bro!"

The host laughs, shaking his head, "Well folks, I guess that settles it! Looks like we've got ourselves a new resident himbo to take Zak's place. Give it up for… COLT!"

The audience erupts into cheers and applause as you beam proudly, basking in the spotlight. You feel Zak sling a muscular arm around your broad shoulders, squeezing you close.

"Dude, so fuckin' glad you're joinin' the fam, bro!" Zak enthuses, his hand drifting lower to grope your ass possessively, "Trust me bro, you're gonna love it."

Zak's strong grip on your juicy ass makes you shudder and you can tell by that grin that he's thinking exactly what you're thinking.

The host clears his throat loudly, snapping you out of your lustful stupor. "Don't forget to wave to the crowd, champ!" He gestures encouragingly towards the audience.

With a dopey grin, you raise a hand in greeting, relishing the adoration pouring in from all sides.

"Thanks y'all, this is gonna be fuckin' sick!" You call out enthusiastically, grinning like an idiot.

And as Zak digs his fingers into your massive ass, you lick your lips hungrily. The only thought in your empty head was that once this show was over, you'd be giving him a private encore performance that neither of you would forget…

[jerkingnerds2jock]

Christopher to Topher

Hello everyone!! I know I have been gone, i have explained it but I wanted to share some of the things I got commissioned, this first piece was commissioned, Hope you all enjoy, there is a sequel as well!

I wasn’t always like this, a big, beefy, hunky, smelly, hairy, hot, sexy…. I wasn’t always this meathead okay. Fuck i’ve been getting so distracted lately, like my brain can’t focus, like my thoughts were going through molasses. Ever since I met HIM I haven’t been ME.

It all started last week, I was how I’m supposed to be your, normal average TWIG- no don’t interrupt me, lean nerd. My hair was chocolate brown, the sides cut short and the top long and wavy, resting on the side of my face. My skin was pale because I HATED leaving my dorm room, the outside sun and my allergies didn’t agree with me so it left me to my hobbies indoors, reading, writing and playing TTRPGS online with my friends LOSER, LAME, BORi- SHUT UP.

Sorry about that the voice in my head, the loud, horny, gay as fuck jock won’t leave me alone. 

As I was saying I was your typical nerdy Geology student. I was lean, maybe a lil paunchy because of the freshmen 15 and my lack of willpower to maintain my body but I was having the most fun and freedom of my life. I kept myself shaved smooth and my body so clean any girl could eat off it. Just like the room I lived in, more spotless then probably your favorite restaurant. The campus messed up with the living arrangements so I had a single dorm to myself, which meant I could keep myself, my space and my life tidy just the way I liked it. The RA was decent and I was even talking to this cute girl in my geology program, Anna. Life made sense and I didnt care what anyone else thought for once.

That is until BRAD moved in, Brad was this stereotypical dumb football Jock. Apparently the university was experiencing some room shortages (shocker the place that mismanaged rooms at the start of the semester would do it AGAIN) and since I had space they sent me an email to EXPECT another roommate in a week. They sent me some details like his name, his contact info but besides that I was going in blind.

Man do I wish I lost my sense of smell instead. When Brad opened the door I smelled him before I saw him. It was like a fog of filth rolled into my room. Hours of sweat and musk swept into the room, causing my eyes to water and my throat to choke. As he stepped in the lingering scent of sex and cum wafted off him. He smelled like if a football practice was in a porno and my worst nightmare was having sex.

His footsteps loud on the tile floor as he made his way in carrying two duffle bags of poorly packed dirty clothes. His arms tensed and flexed, his biceps bulging out like mountains, his shoulders wide and beautiful with a loose tank’s straps draped across them slightly covering the pillow pecs that rested underneath. His neck was thick and corded with muscles as facial hair rested against his adams apple slowly growing up into a beautiful beard that framed plump lips. His nose and cheek bones were strong and chiseled like a statue as his brow bone loomed over his eyes giving him this fuck boy/frat jock look that probably drove sorority girls wild.

 His shirt rode up  exposing abs that looked like the cobbled streets of rome, his hips were graced with cum gutters and a treasure trail that made your eyes look down at his 3 inch inseam shorts that left little to the imagination. My own straight eyes couldn't help but look at the monster bulge that was begging to be set free. His thighs stretched everything to the limit as his calves shaped like perfect diamonds carried him to the empty bed next to me.

“Yo, you're my new roomy now sick!” Brad said dropping his bags on the floor, the clothes immediately spilling out as the zipper wasn’t fully done. My jaw basically hit the floor as my ideal life was eviscerated in seconds as fear for what the next year would basically be. If only I had known just how AWESOME- no terrible it would actually be.

The musk was strong especially when, he heard no response and IMMEDIATELY went up to hug me, my stunned body and weak form stood no chance of escape or defense as he picked me up with ease, his sweaty masculine HOT- no, manly physique picked me up like I weighed nothing. My face buried in his pecs, his body hair tickling my nose as his cleavage suffocated me.

“Sorry, what did you say?” he asks, putting me down, my face covered in his sweat. I try to just shake it off, mentally I was thrown off as I struggled to come up with some sort of thought. I hadn’t said anything right?

“it’s..Its not important, the names Christopher, Brad right?” I say holding out my much smaller hand. This meathead immediately grabs it. “That's right Bro look at you catching on!” he says, not mockingly I think just as a statement. From his GORGEOUS- STOP IT ALREADY I'M TELLING THIS STORY IF I'M TRAPPED IN HERE- as I was saying from his face all i could see was dumb innocence as he immediately picked up his bags dropping more clothes onto the floor. This semester wouldn’t end I thought

“Hey Brad, I know you just got here but do you mind we talk about some ground rules for the dorm” I say, sitting on my bed watching him, each movement he makes a flex. 

“Yeah dude, as long as you're chill with me putting my shit away as we do.” he says nonchalantly, he empties out the contents of one bag completely, the smell of dirty socks and underwear filling the air, eyes starting to water.

“Yeah that's no problem..i..i actually wanted to start with talking about expectations and keeping the dorm clean is first.” I was hoping to just get this out of the way, it would be less awkward, and he’d know where I’d stand.

“Oh Bro I totally get it!” he says literally making a mess by shoving some of his pants balled up into his dresser, his bed already unmade.

“Well I just want to make sure we have a standard, the floor stays clean, beds made and its easy for me to focus on my studies.” I say trying to make sure he understands me. His muscles were insane as he put clothes away, each movement felt like a flex, like he was showing off for me but he couldn’t be. My eyes didn't want to leave his muscular back but as he turned to face me, his perfectly framed lips curled in a smile.

“I gotchu BRO no need to worry.” The way he says bro bouncing around in my head. Like there was more emphasis and weight to it. Its like the back of my head is tingling, a warm energy filling me to my core as I listen, before shaking my head. Brad was holding a crumpled up thing of underwear in his hand, the smell obnoxious but what really took me out was the way his arms were at his sides, almost crossed across his torso, making the pillowey pecs rest and jut out. It made me feel insecure looking at this adonis, his body built to make women’s mouth water theres no way I could bring a girl back here.

“Do you like games Bro?” He asks attention going back to his stuff.

“Yeah I mean I like Dungeons and Dragons, Magic The gathering, Yu-gi-oh is pretty fun..” He interrupts me.

“Nah i mean like video games, fifa, COD, Rivals, league?” He asks me, moving over to my bed sitting down at the head of it. Folding something.

“I, i don’t really play many I guess.” I say rubbing the back of my head, he was probably covering my bed in his smell.

“What bro really?! That's crazy, well I know what we're doing as soon as my pc gets here bro!” he says slamming his hands down on my bed, unbeknownst to me sliding a dirty jockstrap underneath my pillow. His face filled with excitement and joy, god I’d have to make sure he didn’t get in the way of me and Anna.

“Oh..uh okay good yeah! I’m down for that. Just uh one other thing about the dorm.” I say looking down, my head was starting to feel fogged up.

“Yeah bro? What is it?” He says leaning forward making eye contact with me.

“To make sure theres no big distractions are you good with not bringing any girls over, my coursework is super heavy and im fine with notice I just want to make sure that-”

“Woah Chris, breathe, you ain’t gotta worry about me bringing any chicks over!” Listening to him I took a big inhale, my vision getting hazy as I nod my head, jaw going slack. I didn’t even care that he called me Chris, I hated when people called me Chris. I can’t help but let out a sigh of relief. Okay, that was one problem I wouldn't have to worry about. I didn’t question why, my head fully fogged up, mind running slow, I just felt like I could trust him.

“Great bro.. I mean Brad, I’ll let you finish up*yawn* I’m gonna sleep.” I say motioning him to get up. He raises off the bed as I get settled, not changing into my pajamas like I always do. My limbs feel heavy, mind so tired and my shirt is sticking to me as I see my bro Brad stand in front of me. Ass right in my face and all I can think is damn he’s ho-

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That morning was the worst I had had in a long time, my head hurt, I had missed my alarm. This meant I couldn’t shower and the room was a mess, clothes were still on the floor and that adonis of a man was fast asleep. I hadn't even changed, I was filthy and smelt like a locker room as I raced to my lecture, my feet moving faster than I was used to, I assumed it was the adrenaline, not realizing with each slap of my shoes bottom my legs stretch slightly. Foot getting meatier, longer, wider with each step, pushing it to its limits. I barely made it to my lecture before the doors were permanently closed. The eyes of my peers on me.

Everything my professor said was like water off a duck's back. I couldn’t take anything in. Every time I thought I was getting a grip on something, taking a deep breath, its like a fog rolled through my mind, setting me back to square one. I still smelled like Brad from last night. The sweat, musk and grime sticking to me like glue, god I wish my lecture would do that. Before class was even over I could tell my classmates had moved away from me, recoiling from the scent, even Anna seemed to turn her nose up at the scent.

I had tried to answer a question at some point, our professor opening up the floor to us in discussion. Basic geology fundamental question about how the different rock formation types interact within environments exposed to new catalysts or something. But I fumbled my words, my mouth feeling dry, voice cracking like I was going through puberty. It made me want to shrink in on myself, adjusting in my seat as NOTHING felt comfortable.

Even my clothes felt off, laying on my skin weird, I kept pulling my shirt and adjusting my pants. I was only saved when the class was dismissed, Anna hanging back to walk with me, her face looked sick.

“Christopher are you…are you okay?” She asks, her beautiful face was crested with worry as she looked me up and down. I was the most disheveled I’d ever been.

“No, no..not really you know that new roommate I was getting?” I ask her, trying to be vulnerable, when did Anna get so much shorter. I can’t help but think that as I looked her up and down it's like she was at my chin now instead of my forehead. I wanted to question it but as soon as my mouth open a burp came out of nowhere. I can tell Anna wants to help me but it was just so gross. 

“y..ye..Yeah Brad right, you said on paper the guy was a total douche and you were like dreading it?” She asks waving her hand in her face, like she was wafting off some terrible smell. For some reason that motion alone had given me the ick, sure I didn’t smell great but that was just being a man. Wait where had that thought come from.

“Yeah, well he was like that as soon as he walked in the door, full muscle headed jock carrying his dirty laundry right to our floor.” I say waving my arms, raising them and exposing my now slightly hairy pit. That seemed to make Anna’s face worse, I could see her hold her nose, whatever attracted me to her fighting to hold onto the idea she was perfect. Because if she was perfect she’d admire this smell, she’d realize all the hard work that made that smell, how the grind never stops for them gains. What the fuck am i thinking I don’t work out, thi..this is from Brad.

“God that sounds awful, is that why you were late this morning?” She asks, getting further away. God she was so annoying 

“Yeah, I guess that was him too.” I say getting uninterested in her, why was I even talking about my bro- I mean Brad with her.

“Well If he is causing issues you can always bring it up to student housing, I'm sure they’ll at least hear you out!” She says trying to sound hopeful for me, like if brad went away I would snap right back, I took a deep breath. I DIDNT WANT THAT. I couldn’t tell why I thought that, I did want him gone.

“Thanks Anna, I gotta go and try to clean up, i’ll talk with you later.” She nods, waving off, I still have to give her credit though. She might be annoying but damn was she hot. Maybe I didn’t want a relationship anymore but I wouldn't mind bangin- Fuck what's gotten into me.

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Getting to the dorm felt worse then sitting in that lecture. My clothes felt tighter, every step felt faster, and sweat was dripping off my face and running down my neck. I tried wiping it, feeling stubble graze my hand as I did. 5’ o clock shadow but I don’t- fuck the smell was so strong. 

I got to the dorm fast, not saying hi to anyone I needed to get clean, my shirt stuck to my broader chest, my sleeves were stuck halfway down my forearms and my pants were cutting the circulation off at my thighs. When I opened the door I expected the mess, hell i expected the dumb jock on the bed. Just not a a GORGEOUS, LITHE HAIRLESS TWINK, bouncing up and down on his cock. Riding him like his life depended on it. His face buried into Brads chest as he stifled his own moans.

I wanted to say something, this, this was disgusting. The way that fucking twink arched his back as his hips gyrated. The way his ass bounced when Brad would thrust up to meet them. His whining grew stronger as Brad brought his meaty hands to hold the twinks face telling him he wanted to hear it. To hear how good he was making him feel. The twink threw his head back, eyes rolling, his curly brown hair bouncing with each thrust. This guy was losing his mind, his tongue hanging out as he groped Brad's Chest like they were handle bars to hold onto, their sweat mixing together, both men COVERED in it. His moans were insane as his eyes glazed over from pleasure, mouth opening wide as he begged for more. Brads face got hit with creamy fluid as the twink came his brains out.

God the smell was intoxicating I couldn’t help but breathe it in even if I felt like I wanted to vomit. Brad Manhandled him, switching their position till the twink was on his back, brads ass fully exposed to me. Covered in hairs, his meaty cheeks clapping with each thrust. He flexed so hard, pulling up both arms into a double bicep pose telling this fucked stupid man to worship him. The scent of sex, men and just everything washed over me, before I knew it my own vision was fogging up. 

The last thing I saw before I hit the ground was Brad Cumming inside his boytoy, leaving both parties satisfied.

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My dreams were filled with Brad Stroking a massive cock, at least ten inches long. His underwear, a bright red jockstrap down to his knees as he moved his hands up and down his Pre soaked cock. I felt my heart race as he got quicker, his words  deep and loud bouncing around my head. You like this slut, you want it, give in worship a real man. Crawl over on your knees and burry your head into his crotch. Real men worship cocks. Real men submit to musk, real men deserve pleasure and muscle. BE A REAL MAN!

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When I woke up I was still on the floor, Brad was lounging in just his red jockstrap like nothing had happened. The room was hotter then hell and we were both sweating up a storm. I felt my clothes fully stick to my skin, tight and unwelcoming to any sudden movements. Its like the fog that rolled in last night had fully settled, my brain conflicted confused and my TINY four incher was hard as a rock. Brad was scrolling through his phone when I managed to get onto my feet “Sup Bro sorry you walked in on that” he said nodding his head like I hadn’t just seen him get some primo bussy..wha..like the stud he was.

“Whats sup dude is that I literally just walked in to see you fucking some twink when I told you….” I'm immediately interrupted by him dropping his phone and staring at me. God the way that the red jockstrap just hugged his bulge was insane, my eyes didn’t want to leave it. The thought that that was just inside a guy made me want to hurl but my dream just then made my heart race faster then any chick ever had. My mouth watering, my jaw just a little slack.

“God Chris are you going to make it weird? You literally just said no chicks.” Brad says, in such a dismissive, douchebag way. Such a MANLY WAY. He’s such a real man he deserves pleasure. I almost lean into his voice, almost fall further under his spell, but there it was again. CHRIS, god I hate when people called me that, i shook my head.

“Bro don’t call me that, I hate when people call me Chris, it's Christopher and second..” he raises his arms behind his head exposing his armpits, His face taking on an amused grin. It's distracting but…but I need to say it Bro. “ Second You can’t be fuckin dudes in here either.”

“Fine Chris, i'll text you when i bring em over so you don’t barge in” He says almost conceding but even just the idea of some twink riding his cock makes me nauseous BRO. And he did it again, he called me Chris.

“Nah bro, you can’t be doin any of that gay shit in here” I say, venom leaking out of my voice. My friends had told me in the past that this was one of my biggest flaws. My homophobic beliefs, I always laughed it off, said I was always just hammin’ it up but really I meant it. I couldn’t stand fa- gay people.

“What did you just say to me Chris?!” he gets fully up and in my face, his body almost pressed against mine trying to get me to back down. He over-emphasizes my nam- I mean my nickname for some reason, only my friends called me that. Which he wasn’t, he was just going to keep calling me it, it was more important to tell my Bro the law of this dorm room then tell him off. 

“You heard me, I don't want you shoving any of this gay shit in my face anymore!” I say standing tall. Yesterday I could have swore he lumbered over me, his hulking figure to my short self. Where before I was barely eye level with his chest I was up to his chin now, almost able to lay one on those kissable lips. I should have been nervous or questioned how I went from 5’6 to 5’10 but all I could feel was the fog and a heightened level of testosterone fueling my aggression.

“Take it back Chris, take it back right now!” For a second I could have sworn I saw bros eyes light up green, like some flicker of ancient eldritch power. But I was too caught up in his SEXY pheromones and musk to care. He had crossed to many lines in one day.

“No i won’t take it back you fuckin meat headed muscle queer freak. You have been nothing but disrespectful since you got here  and now you're rubbing your sexuality in my face. I cant wait to fucking contact our GA and get you out of here!” I rant and ramble, finally speaking my mind. My mouth forming the cockiest, angriest smirk it's ever done as I feel pure relief.

Brad doesn’t immediately say anything, the room somehow grows darker, my spine feels not a chill but pure heat. Like a fire was set straight down my back. My clothes, the t-shirt and jeans I wore wet from sweat and clinging to my bigger body for dear life begin to stretch, the sound of fabric straining as Brad lets out a dull cold hearted laugh, his eyes dark.

“Well CHRIS, how bout I shove something in your face for real!” His voice brays as he brings his arm up before clamping it down on my face. His armpit acting like a black hole, my face landing perfectly underneath his musk immediately suffocating me in his pure man scent before everything WHITED OUT. I could no longer think ahead, hell I could no longer think. Bro’s scent was everything, and his godly sweat was marking me, seeping into my face and right to my brain. The dream flashing through my mind, Bros beautiful masculine body, his glorious cock and OH GOD THE WAY HE WAS FUCKING DESTROYING THAT TWINk. My mind and mouth both watering as the changes seeped into me. I felt myself nuzzle into Bro’s pits, sniffing, licking and worshipping them, the feel of his sweat and hair on my face making me feel so good. Moaning against the most divine scent I could imagine

The Musk wafted around me and traveled down my body, like a thick miasma of magic it removed my clothes turning the fabric into fog feeding brad, my lanky, lithe body of full display cramped against a MUSCLE GOD. BEGGING for his attention and admiration as I should. I felt the Sweat and GRIME seep deeper into my pores, my brow bone extending further giving me a more masculine look, my nose growing longer and wider giving me stronger features. My hair absorbing his sweat getting greased back tilla shell of a backwards cap magically appeared sealing my fate before I even knew it. 

It felt so right being underneath BRO and all I had to do was lis- WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.

Brad was steady, keeping his heavy arm clamped down on my head. All these stray thoughts running rampant, the urge, no, need to LISTEN to him beating in my head as I realize all the weird thoughts, and changes that have happened to me in the last twenty four hours. The height, sweat, clothes being tighter, smelling worse and hating Anna, everything I pushed to the side and dismissed were him, as he revealed to me the truth.

“I tried so hard Bro, I wanted a real friend and I could tell you needed that too BRO, but you had to ruin it. I was too nice calling you CHRIS bro. Letting the change be simple and easy for you without takin too much. I can’t let some homophobic piece of shit have this gift, nah you can’t be CHRIS, YOU’RE OBVIOUSLY TOPHER!” His voice angry, sad and manic all at one as his other hand moves to the back of my head pushing me deeper into his MUSK. I panic trying to pull back but BRO is so much STRONGER AND HOTTER THAN ME, moan and groan against his pit inevitably still WORSHIPPING IT as I feel the words he emphasizes PULSE through me.

His hand moves down my neck, sending a shock through my system, my moans and groans come out strangled, and deeper as I feel that same PULSE wrap around my neck, this feeling of it widening as my adam apple grows bigger pushing against my vocal chords forever deepening my voice. My jaw feels stronger as it's chiseled away to match the neck I’m given. “That’s it TOPHER, Just give in to me, you're such a GOOD BOY TOPHER. You're gonna be my BRO and we’re gonna have so much fun TOPHER!” He says each use of BRO, TOPHER, and GOODBOY raking against my mind, scraping away parts of me and fueling this pulsing warmth inside of me. He releases me from his pit, both hands resting against my shoulders and it feels like the weight of my own existence has been put right on top of me. I feel my skin sizzle as it tans starting at my neck, and then my shoulders broaden becoming more masculine in size and better for holding muscles on my frame. It sends this thril of eroticism, of things to come as he teasingly starts moving them lower down my back.

I look at him,eyes pleading as I search for the words. “Please Bro, st..sto..stop whatever this is I promise Im sorry, please I’m….im not CHRISTOPHER- I mean i’m not Topher please. I’m not” My name jumps out of my mouth, my lips plumping as it does leaving me forever, erasing itself from my mind and clearing a better path for my BRO. 

“You're not what TOPHER? What did you say I was? A MEATHEADED MUSCLE QUEER FREAK?! I think that's EXACTLY WHO TOPHER IS!!” He rushes his hands to my chest and I feel it, that same feeling from being trapped in his pit. My vision goes white and I let out this howling moan. Arching my back as my eyes roll back, his hands diving deeper than they should, flesh, muscle and the perfect amount of fat. It was heaven, it was orgasmic but it was also EDGING. My cock wanted to burst but something was stopping me as I tried to hump BRO. I couldn't stop myself. It felt like Brad was frying my brain through pleasure as he played with and sculpted these new muscle tits. Tweaking my nipples, growing them and making them more sensitive.

“Please Brad, please I just lemme cu-” Brad stops and grabs the jockstrap from underneath my pillow. “Shut the fuck up don’t you get tired of your voice. Just listen like the DUMBASS you are TOPHER!” He shoves the dirty smelly jockstrap into my mouth as he says it. The word dumbass ringing in my head as the backwards cap squeezes it in tandem with the pulses now shrinking my brain, the excess thoughts and ideas flowing down to my balls as BRAD resumes feeling me up and sculpting me. My back slowly becomes this tan corded muscle masterpiece as his magic spreads.

He moves to my arms this time making me flex them in a douchey  HOT Double bicep pose.  Each grave of his fingers, each press of his palm I feel this heat build in my body, as my bones are strengthened, my muscles BULGING and skin glowing in a beautiful tan. Till his hands travel inwards and dig into my pit, rubbing in a new stench MUSK that would be mine. Forever linking me to him and INFLUENCING all my decisions.

It Took a second for the foul DELICIOUS taste of the jock to settle in my mouth. I had foolishly tried to push it out with my tongue but each lick, each graze gave me a new flavor of man to savor. Each gulp of his sweat, precum, and cum stains drove my mind mad as I started to crave that taste. I couldn’t stop myself from internally begging for more as I begged for it to stop.

He moves his hands down my torso, each glance against my skin tightens my core, as he slides them down it leaves behind a cobblestone road of abs. Popping up like slabs of perfection All the while whispering my name in my ear over and over again. Topher, Topher, Topher, Topher, god I could listen to him whisper my name in my ear any day. He says it with so much lust and love I want to crea- ITS HAPPENING AGAIN, him saying my name helps him change me.

His hands make a clear v line down before releasing and taking a look at me. “Damn I gave you some Sexy Cum Gutters Topher.” he says walking around me, investigating his work as I helplessly pose for him losing my balance. “But don’t want you looking like a Dorito do we, gotta finish up Babe” he says lovingly teasing my inner thigh. Making them explode rapidly before he moves behind me and slaps me right on the ass. It happens again. That earth shattering feeling as my cheeks Jiggle before he gropes them. My eyes are rolling again as I helplessly beg for him to let me cum. My lips opened wide in shock as he does it again, spanking me. It happens again and again, HARD SPANKS to sensual groping as he creates a perfectly fuckable DUMPTRUCK of an ass that everyone would stare at.

Each time I'm begging to cum as he laughs, egging me on. “God your eyes are crossed BRO, look how the mighty have fallen, just a bit more!” he says massaging my cheeks one last time before his fingers slip between the crack and teases my hole, sending a massive pulse through me that makes my knees buckle. It shouldn’t even budge, no less open easy but the magic coating both of us now lets him tamper, and tease around my hoile before a finger slips in. im gasping for breaths as memories of girls I dated, crushes I had, feelings I bottled up are all erased. Whiting out again, and again as new pleasure centers are added to me.

A new need is demanded by my body, as one of Brad’s Massive, Gorgeous, Amazing hand makes me crave my hole being played with, as the other traces my thighs making them thunder thighs in seconds. His fingers tease and toy with me like I was just an instrument and he was a trained professional. My whimpering increases as he gets a second finger in while his other hand matches that tempo and carves my calves into perfect diamonds and he manages to get a third final finger into my CAVERNOUS, STARVING HOLE as his hand touches my  feet. They explode becoming size 14 triple e wides.

“Almost there Bro any last words” He says destroying my world by removing his fingers. He pulls the jock out of my whining mouth, the need is so strong. My pathetic Dicklet is leaking so much precum, my mind is fried and I miss his fingers and the taste of his Dirty Jock.

“Please stop thi- BRO DONT STOP THIS, PLEASE I NEED…NEED..NEED to Cum Please..” he interupts my conflicted begging, his hand wrapping around my dick with ease swallowing it whole. He shushes me and tells me it's almost over as he easily glides his hand along my precum covered cock. The first stroke up feels like I’m getting harder. My cock raging and growing, as he slides it down it only continues the feeling. It goes from four to five in that brief moment as he gets to the root. He’s whispering in my ear how he likes his boys hairy, fur crops up around my chest, fills in my pits and covers my crotch. 

His hand moves up again six inches. Down now my balls are sloshing with cum. Up were at seven he’s telling me how pretty I am, how cute I’ll look begging for his loads. Down I’m telling him he’s the hottest man in the world because it's true. Up now were at eight, no nine, I can't count all I feel is him slamming his hand all the way down again and nothing else matters. Its just Up, and down, Up and Down, UP, DOWN, UP ANd Down and now were at twelve inches and he tells me to say please and all i can do is fuck his hand over and over again pleading and begging  as his other hand snaps and

Everything 

Goes

White

Load after load shooting out. Every Memory, Every straight thought, higher thought or idea of who Christopher was unloading out of his balls as Topher takes over moaning and fucking his boyfriend Brad’s hand. No need to replace those memories, after all with Topher being a meatheaded dumb muscle queer freak he didn’t have the brain power to really remember that.

It was five loads before he was done and just stared at Brad who smiled and asked the him the only question he COULD answer now “Want to serve my Cock now Babe?”

“YES PLEASE!”

______ And that was one of the commission pieces I've done if anyone wants anything similar feel free to dm me I am currently taking coms and I do try to be accommodating to budgets <3

[headsqueeze]

While I bearhug you my boyfriend will put you to sleep.

[subformuscularalpha]

When I answered on that message from a couple on grindr, I thought it would be an exciting experience. Jeff, the bigger guy in their couple wanted someone dominant to fuck him, while his boyfriend Leo watched it as a cuckold. Jeff promised he would let me play with his big muscles and let me do, whatever I want with him. Despite I'm more submissive usually but it sounded quite intriguing and I agreed. As soon as I arrived at their place, I played my dominant role as we agreed but they just laughed out loud. Then Jeff stepped close to me, placed his hand on my throught and whispered with a cocky smile, "Slight change of plans... boy. We're gonna play with you and let you feel those muscles"

[zanephillips]

[gayfantasy-world]

I work so hard to build this body the way I want it, why shouldn’t I have someone here to worship it? Yeah, I could go find a girl who will, or I could just use this boi who will drop everything for a whiff of my pits. I’m kind though, and I give him more. He is such a good boi after all

[maleappreciasian]

[gayfantasy-world]

It started with your best friend just complimenting your gains. Then he would ask to feel them. Suddenly it was all the time. Eventually you asked him straight up and he admitted he craved worshipping muscles. Yours specifically. The dude was your best friend, how could you tell him no? Now he came over each time after the gym, and some days you just needed a little pick me up.

[men-in-motion]

[gayfantasy-world]

Fuck not again. He rubbed his face as he sprawled out in his best friend’s bed. He just fucked his best friend’s boyfriend, again. This was the fourth boyfriend he’s fucked and he wasn’t even gay.

His friend always wanted to test the loyalty of his men, so he asked him to test his boyfriends. Each one of them failed the test and he ended up fucking them. The sex was always phenomenal, but there was, of course, the downside.

This time, his friend was out of town and asked to do the test. This boyfriend was the easiest to fall, and they fucked all night. As he caught sight of him the next morning, he felt his cock getting hard. Might as well make the most of it

[gorgeousinblue-deactivated20130]

[boys-and-cocks]

how hot is this?

[gayfantasy-world]

Some bois were so easy. All he had to do was show them his bike and they were all horned up and ready to go. Not that he minded, there was something so hot about fucking a good boi on his motorcycle.

[lvxrvii]

[gayfantasy-world]

Damn, look at you! Sitting over there, just moaning and beating your meat while I have your boyfriend fully asked beneath me. Watch my hands run across his naked body like he belongs to me, and my tongue glide across his face, because I can do whatever I want to him.

Because he wants me. He wants me, because I’m not you. But you’re such a freak you’re getting turned on aren’t you? You want me to do more to your boyfriend huh?

[delvish]

[alphatoxjock]

bosa is the fuckin MAN

[caesarwv]

Sitting with his thick thighs spread, inviting his agent and master to step between them. Nick began to drool as the older man unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He kept his hands behind his head, flexing his biceps as his master gripped his hands and pulled him onto the thick cock. Nick Bosa began to instantly choked and gagged.

“Such a good jock cocksucker,” the master laughed and shot his load down the alpha jock’s throat.

[wpd4e2]

"Authorized for forced breeding - Unrestricted"

[caesarwv]

He is so proud that he got his breeding licenses that his gay neighbor had procured for him. He is now allowed to fuck women. However the cruel joke led in that after all those years of serving his gay superiors he no longer can get a hardon without a cock up his straight ass.

[undergroundstreetfightfan]

Spring Breaker likes to impress college girls beating up pretty boy jocks in street fights.

[caesarwv]

The arrogant stud had no idea that the fight was taking place on an island in international waters. He was never going to see the college girls or the states again. Win or lose he was going to be sold as a slave to rich gay men.

[caesarwv]

A large crowded of suited businessmen gathered at the fence of the construction site, giving catcalls and whistles at the muscular construction workers. The construction workers continued to work in the heat, their hard muscles flexing and glistening in the sun. In one corner of the work site, an older businessman was chatting with two construction workers. They obediently stood there as the older man freely hand his hands over their hard muscles. Neither wore shirts under their yellow vests. Their sweaty muscles felt so good to the man’s hands. They knew their place. They are dumb blue collar muscle heads. They are to serve and obey. He told them to take him someplace private, and they obey. The businessman followed the two muscular construction workers. Their wore, dirty jeans stretched over their muscular asses. Once out of view in the portal potty, he undid his expensive suit as the two muscle studs obediently knelt and began to worship his cock. He gripped their hair, taking turns fucking each stud’s mouth. Their muffled grunts filled the small space, while they hungrily sucked his cock. With heat of their hard muscular bodies and their talented mouths, it didn’t took the businessman long to cum. He gripped their hair as his cock erupted, shooting his load on to their handsome, rugged faces.

[youngstrappinglads]

[caesarwv]

“Cum does the body good,” the muscle adonis mumbled. He bent forward and flexed his massive shoulders before taking the older man’s cock into his mouth. The gay man gripped the boy’s mop of blonde hair and fucked his pretty mouth. It didn’t took long for the gay man to cum deep inside the muscle boy’s mouth. The muscle boy swallowed it all, not wasting a bit of the precious cum.