Can you imagine being a 19-year-old who doesnāt know he has the body of a god?
Have you ever met a ripped, sexy hunk who was somehow still a virgin?
What if you didnāt know everyone wanted to have sex with you?
Growing up in rural Wisconsin, you could argue that I didnāt have the most typical upbringing. Altogether, I was close with my father, mother, two older brothers, my younger sister, and that was really it. Ultimately, we were only allowed off of our 18-acre property when we were going to church, and other special occasions, leaving little opportunity to meet anyone else. Both of my parents were incredibly religious, believing that our minds would be poisoned by the evils of the outside world. Believe it or not, along with being home-schooled, we were only given access to highly monitored and censored internet, as well as little to no television. This really didnāt leave much else to do, other than farm and yard work, but it wasnāt as bad as it sounds. Donāt get me wrong, my parents were great people who definitely cared for us, they were just a little too overprotective.
As long as we were following their rules, getting our chores done, and completing all of our homework assignments, we had free range to do whatever we wanted during our free time. My oldest brother, Jimmy, was a fat but still pretty strong 22-year-old who enjoyed farming and fixing up old cars with our dad. The middle brother, Joe, was a skinny yet fit 20-year-old who spent most of his time reading any book our parents would approve of in the house. Then, Jessica, was your average seeming 16-year-old girl who spent most of her time with mom, but still managed to get the most computer time out of all us. As for me, Iām Josh, and I love reading, yet not as much as Joe, my real passion being working out. Ā
When I was younger, I wasnāt really assigned many chores, with my dad and two older brothers taking on all of the work outside. Yet, when I was finally old enough, my parents put me to work, which was initially unbearable. I couldnāt stand feeling so weak, straining after just a little bit of work, and feeling so sore afterwards. Knowing I needed to build up my strength up as quick as possible to help the family, I started using some old gym equipment in the basement that no one had touched in years. Walking down a creaky set of wooden stairs, one would find themselves in an unfinished basement with exposed floor joists and pipes on the celling, half-finished walls, and a concrete floor. On the opposite end of the room, there was an extensive assortment of dumbbells, barbells, and weight plates, along with a bench press, treadmill, smith machine, rowing machine, pulldown machine, machine fly, power tower, cable machine, a chess press machine, an exercise bike, and a leg pressānone of which I knew the names of when I first started working out.
According to my father, he had originally purchased the house from a recluse bodybuilder who had left all the equipment behind. Seeing outside work as enough strain on the body, my father and two older brothers never saw any use for what was down there. Personally, I had read little about bodybuilding, yet the possibility that this gym could take me from being a wimp to someone who could really help this family succeed was something that I couldnāt ignore. With that said, I remember being so terrified at first, not knowing how to use any of the equipment down there. Additionally, with terms like āmusclesā being blocked on our computer, there wasnāt much that the internet was going to do to help me. I did manage to get some basic training books from my parents, but with few images to go off of for techniques, I was very much on my own. Ā
During my first night down there I remember trying a little bit of everything, except any of the weight-based machines, which I couldnāt really handle. I felt so small compared to everything in the room, often feeling like I should just give up on this crazy idea. Nevertheless, I persisted, going down to the basement whenever I could, discovering on my own what worked and what didnāt work. Before I knew it, I fell in love, as the gym became second nature; it was a place that I could call my own and push myself to the limits. It took some time, but I finally understood how to use everything down there and could now plan out actual routines day-by-day. I even brought up some 30-pound dumbbells to my room and set up a pull up bar in the door for a light workout wherever I could fit in in the day. Ultimately, it wasnāt long before I started seeing actual real-world progress, which allowed me to keep up with my brothers on chores, and eventually surpass them. In short, the basement gym allowed me to transform from a boy into a man that could do the outside work of two if not three men.
Additionally, although this wasnāt my intention, after years of training my body it began to resemble the shape and form of those seen in anatomy books. When I started working out, I pictured just getting as big as my father or older brother, but my body looked so different. I had actually grown bigger than them, without an ounce of their fat. My body had gone from lanky and thin, to incredibly ripped and tight all over. Even though my parents had taught us the evil that comes from being vain, I couldnāt help but sometimes look at my ever-growing physique in an old, dusty mirror in the basement. When I first started workout I remember wearing average workout clothing, but now I enjoyed working out in a tight sleeveless shirt, allowing me to see my muscles actually grow and pump up. I probably looked smaller than Joe then, yet now, at 19-years-old and 5ā11, I was taller and wider than Jimmy, but pure, solid muscle.
Now fully developed, every inch of my body was covered with rock hard muscles that showed through any shirt that I wore. My back muscles looked incredibly chiseled, almost resembling the features of a map, which lead up to the widest of shoulders that made Joe look like a kid next to me. Then, in the front, I had massive pectorals that sometimes made taking a shirt off difficult, and a sculpted set of six abdominals that completely contrasted against Jimmyās gut. The ab-muscles in particular were accentuated by my shredded obliques and visible v-cut. Then, both my arms and legs looked incredibly thick and veiny, allowing me to lift more weight than anyone in the family. Not that I could ever it admit, but I was proud of what I had accomplished. Yet, what I loved the most was how easy my new body made the work outside. Over the years, Joe has had to do much less work, as I alone accomplish more work than Jimmy and my dad combined. Ultimately, no one seemed to care for my physical transformation, but they very much appreciated how much more I was able to help.
I think that Joe really enjoyed having more time to read and even write, but Jimmy definitely resented me a little for taking the place of the ābigā brother. This felt kind of cool, but at the same time I still respected everyone. The family was still my top priority, whether we were working outside or going to church together. Yet, as I completed my education at 18-years-old, I couldnāt help but want more beyond the house I was raised. College seemed like the best opportunity to get out, even for a bit, but I knew my parents wouldnāt go for it. After finally working myself up to asking them, I didnāt hear the end of it. They made it seem like I was betraying the family, that everything they had taught me about the outside world just didnāt stick. Honestly, I felt ashamed, but it was something I wanted, and I wasnāt going to give up. Ā
It took over half a year, but I was finally able to convince them that if I went to school for agronomy at that University of Wisconsin-Madison, I could learn a lot to bring back to the farm. It seemed that they trusted me not to be tempted by the evils of the world, instead giving me an opportunity to see them for myself and bring back a lot of useful information. Luckily, my home schooling had paid off, where an SAT score of 1560 out of 1600 assured my admittance into the university for the 2018-2019 academic year. I couldnāt believe that I would be leaving the only home I had ever known for at least an entire yearāa prospect that was both incredibly terrifying and exciting. Possibly more interesting was the fact that my parents gave me my own cellphone to take there, albeit it could only text and call. With that said, they did decide against a laptop, thinking that I could do my work on the computers in the library. Nevertheless, I was ready for this experience; it was sad to say goodbye to my family, but it was something I needed.
When arriving to the campus for the first time, I observed a completely different world from anything I was used to back home. Outside of the car window you could see what looked like endless rows of buildings, with so many people just lying around on nearby lawns. Yet, as much as I was eager to meet new people, I could see the clear look of disgust over my fatherās face. That definitely made me feel a little ashamed of my feelings, but I wasnāt going to let that stop me from actually enjoying myself. Luckily, before I could think about it any further, we arrived at my dorm building, Sullivan Residence Hall. With the amazing nearby view of Lake Mendota from the parking lot, all of my doubt started to fade away.
āIām starting to regret this decision already,ā my dad muttered under his breath, awaking me from my day dreaming.
āDonāt worry dad, you know me, like whatās really the worst that can happen,ā I responded back trying to reassure him as best as I could.
āJust remember that youāre here to learn, and nothing else,ā he said looking at me with a mixture of fear and trust.
Before I knew it, we were saying our goodbyes, with my dad unable to bring himself to come upstairs and see the dorm. Honestly, it was probably for the best, as this was something that I needed to do on my own. Thus, I grabbed all of my stuff, including a mini fridge and microwave, and placed in a nearby campus housing moving cart. As I rolled it up the sidewalk to the dorm, I waved to my dad as he drove away. Making my way to the door, I was already getting some looks from other students and parents, probably because I was alone. Fortunately, two girls ran up to help me as soon as I got inside.
āWell hey there, my name is Ashley, need any help getting your dorm key,ā one of them said while giving me a big smile and playing with her hair.
āHey, Iām Michelle,ā added the other girl with a similar grin and bubbly attitude. āIt doesnāt seem like you need ANY help moving in your stuff with those muscles, but weāre here to help make the transition into your dorm room as easy as possible,ā
āActually, I would really appreciate your help, thanks so much,ā I responded, happy to see that people were being nice to me already.
Together, we walked over to a desk that had been set up in the middle of lobby, where I was asked to fill out some papers before I was finally given a key to my room. I headed up the elevator to the second floor, where my room, #237, was conveniently located near the elevator. As I got closer, I heard some weird noises coming from the room, which initially made me hesitant to even go inside. But, everyone else seemed to be having fun meeting their new roommates, so I decided to just walk in. Little did I know that as I pushed the cart into the room there would be someone yelling at me from the bed on the other side of the room.
āJesus dude, I thought youād at least knock,ā said the guy I would later find out was my roommate Patrick.
āFuck,ā cursed the girl that was on top of him, which of course turned out to be his girlfriend, Ariana.
I hate to admit it, but in the moment, I was completely horrified by the site of them making out on his bed. Almost instinctively, I ran out of room, closing the door behind me, and headed to the nearby shared bathroom. I just needed to splash some water on my face and take a breather. Obviously, I knew what sex was, itās just something totally different to see for the first time. A part of me started to think my parents might have been right about all of this, like come on, something like this on the first day is just, I donāt know. It took a little bit to fully compose myself, but I did want to go back to unpack my stuff. Maybe if I went back over and knocked theyād take it somewhere else.
āDid you see the look on his face,ā said Patrick laughing to himself as he put his t-shirt back on. āHe honestly looked like he had never seen two people kiss in his life.ā
āWho was looking at this face, did you see that body,ā responded Ariana as she finished putting on her jeans. āLike, literally every single one of his muscles were popping out of his clothes, and my god those shoulders. I swear to you, he could throw me up against that wall over there and have me any day of the week.ā
āIām not going to lie, even I was turned on a little.ā
āMaybe he can fuck my brains out, while you watch. You know weāve been talking about bringing someone else into this.ā
āThat actually sounds pretty fun, but I doubt heād be open to it. Plus, he seems pretty straight to me.ā
āItās not like weād be asking him to screw you, unless you want to try it. You remember that one drunk night with Derek donāt you.ā
āI thought we agreed that we wouldnāt talk about it.ā
āYou just canāt admit that you enjoyed playing around with him, can you?ā
āFine, if itāll get you off my back, yes, I would really enjoy feeling up this guyās ripped body.ā
āNow thatās the spirit, Iām wet just thinking about it.ā
āWell, he might not even come back. It wouldnāt surprise me if heās off requesting a single after that reaction.ā
āThat, or someone else snatched him upā¦ā
āMaybe you should get back to your room and let me work him first, see whatās up, you know.ā
āWow, someone wants him all to themselves. At least give me the details if something happens, and I mean all of them.ā
I needed to man up and get back in that room. Iām just an hour into being on my own, and Iām not going to chicken out already. Yes, Iām terrified, I can admit that, but that doesnāt mean I shouldnāt face this head on. Finally working myself up to it, I left the bathroom and walked back to the room. Standing in front of the door, I let out one final deep breath and knocked twice. āHey, um, itās your roommate, Josh, sorry about earlierā¦can I come in or should I come back laterā¦ā
Before I could say anything further, Patrick opened the door to the room. He probably stood at around 5ā7, pretty skinny, so I must have looked like a giant to him. Now that I was thinking about it, there really hadnāt been many, if any guys in this residence hall with my body size. This was something that I was at least use to already, plus if for whatever reason I needed to defend myself, they would really come in handy. Nevertheless, hopefully this was all just some misunderstanding and I can finally get this day back on track.
āHey dude, Iām Patrick,ā he said. āSorry about all of that earlier with my girlfriend Ariana, I hadnāt heard from you, so I wasnāt even sure if you were going to show up or not.ā
āYeah, I really donāt do much social media, so that probably didnāt make it easy,ā I responded hoping I wouldnāt have to talk about my living situation back home.
āHuh, yeah, that makes sense. But whatever, letās try to move past it and just get you settled.ā
āThanks, Iād really appreciate it.ā
Wow, Iām so relieved over how well that interaction went. Here I was expected some sort of sex crazed pervert, but it was really just some big misunderstanding. Also, now that I could actually breathe again, I could start putting my stuff away. Getting a closer look at the room, it hit me how small the room actually was, especially for a larger guy like me. Each side of the room featured a desk by the window, a bed in the middle, a small wardrobe, and a closet, all of which left little room in between. On the bright side, it seemed like the school must have cleaned in anticipation for our arrival, as my side of the room was spotless. With that said, for whatever reason they had left my mattress up against the closet and the actual bed frame on its side.
Seeing me staring at the bed, Patrick came over and said, ādo you need help moving that bed man, theyāre made surprisingly well and really require two people on each side to lift it up. If Iām being honest, it took my girlfriend and I a lot of effort to move mine. Thatās actually, um, why she was here in the first place.ā
āNo, I think I got it,ā I responded while I easily grabbed the frame by the middle and turned it over. āThat wasnāt bad at all Patrick.ā Then I proceeded to pick up the mini fridge and microwave, placing them under the window in between our desks.
āFuck dude, those muscles arenāt just for show I guess,ā stated Patrick in awe.
āThanks, Iāve really been working on them for a while. Iām glad to see them coming to good use,ā I replied, honestly feeling pretty good about myself.
āUmā¦any chance I could get a look at them,ā uttered Patrick, almost begging for it.
āSure I donāt see why not,ā I continued as I flexed my giant left bicep right in his face. It must be pretty crazy to see that someone has arms almost the size of your head. Honestly, I was very curious to see how he would respond, maybe heād be interested in training with me. If he wanted, Iād definitely be happy to help him get some muscle on his scrawny physique. āSo what do you think Patrick, pretty big right?ā
āDude, your arm is insane,ā Patrick responded as he reached out and started rubbing it.
The sensation of him touching my body was interesting to say the least. No one had ever been so interested in body before, and I definitely kind of liked it. At the same time though, something about it felt kind of wrong. āSo, does this make you want to start working out?ā
Beginning to laugh, Patrick replied, āno, I definitely donāt have the commitment to get anywhere close to this, plus, look at me. Really, I just know how to appreciate the body of a real man, and dude, youāre all man. Any chance I could see more?ā
āLike this,ā I said as I hesitantly lifted my shirt to reveal my giant, monster sized pecs and shredded abs.ā
āHolyā¦fuckingā¦shit man, youāre not a man, youāre some sort of super human, or maybe even a god,ā Patrick barely managed to say as he started slowing touching my abs. āI donāt know what to say, Iām just at a loss for words over how beautiful your body is. Like, I canāt stop looking, canāt stop pressing my hand over each muscle. Itās like your body is made of marble, and Iām admiring an amazing piece of art.ā
There was so much I wanted to say, but no words came out. This was truly like nothing I had experienced before, someone describing my body like nobody else mattered. I just couldnāt understand the feelings that were coming over me, with his touch sending shivers down my spine that I seemed to enjoy way more than I care to admit. I really wanted to flex for him, showing off everything that I had to offer. He seemed to be enjoying every minute of this, admiring all of the hard work and effort that I put into getting such a ripped body. For him, and for him alone, I tightened all of my muscles, from my abs to my shoulders. Little did I know though that I was stretching my shirt to the max. Each bicep flex or pec bounce was bringing my shirt closer and closer to the brim until one final double bicep ripped the shirt clean off leaving my upper body fully exposed. I donāt know what happened in that moment, but Patrick quickly let out a loud groan before covering his lap and running out of the room without saying a word. Ā
With the slam of the door waking me up from some sort of hypnotic trance, I just needed to sit down on the bed and really think this over. I cultivated this body for its strength, but here I was letting some guy touch it for whatever other reason. Obviously, I would be lying if I said I didnāt enjoy it, but that doesnāt mean that I should have. Him touching my body made me feel powerful, as if I had something Patrick could only dream of having. Ultimately, I think his jealousy must have just gotten the best of him, and he just had to get out of the room. The thought of being such a scrawny weakling compared this sculpted physique must have been too much for him I guess. But then, thatās when I looked down and noticed that my penis was beginning to press up against my jeans. I couldnāt believe what was going onā¦what had this encounter awakened inside of me?
Running up to Arianaās dorm room, Patrick knocked on her door over and over again until she finally opened it. Yet, before either of them could say anything, Patrick ran over her bed, still covering his crotch. He laid trying to hide the substantially wet area, which it didnāt seem that Ariana had initially noticed.
āWoah, woah, woah, what just happened,ā yelled out Ariana.
āItās amazing,ā responded Patrick with a mixture of shame and lust in his voice.
āWhat are you talking about?ā
āI got to see his body, itās beyond perfect.ā
āNo fucking way, you have to tell me everything.ā
āLook at my pants, that should tell you enough.ā
āHoly shit, he made you cum without even taking your pants off.ā
āI donāt even know what happened, like one minute he was flexing, then all of a sudden he accidentally ripped his shirt off and I just lost it I guess. He has some of the biggest, most perfectly proportioned muscles that Iāve ever seen in my life. Plus, he clearly loved the attention, like he was flexing all over without me even prompting him. Itās like the world just stopped for a moment and his incredible body was just mine for the taking.ā
āGod, youāre making me wet just talking about that.ā
āHonestly, I was just so embarrassed that I had to get out of the room. Who knows what he must be thinking nowā¦ā
āWell, all I know is that I need to get a piece of him, ASAP, and we need to get you cleaned up.ā
ā Ha, ha, ha, youāre hilarious.ā
āLetās plan it out though, maybe we can actually make this happenā¦ā
Nothing I was doing seemed to be calming myā¦memberā¦it was like it had a mind of its own. Every time I tried to think of something else, like upcoming classes or how work must be progressing back home, my mind would just drift back to the moment with Patrick. I just couldnāt get over how much he seemed to adore every single one of my muscles. He was especially fond of my pectoral muscles, which his constant rubbing of had made my nipples hard and sensitive. Thatās it, I had to do something, maybe a nice warm shower would put my mind at ease and calm my nerves. I decided to toss my completely torn up t-shirt into the trash, grab a change of clothes and a towel, and then head over to the bathroom with my shower caddy. With most people still moving everything into their rooms and setting up, the showers would likely be nice and quiet. Yet, on my way there, I focused most of my energy on hiding my slight bulge, which caused me to accidentally bump into some skinny little guy. I kept going, which I felt really bad over, but I couldnāt risk anyone seeing me in such a state.
Arriving to the bathroom, I realized that this was now the second time I had come in here to deal with such intense feelings. Iāve read and studied so much, but it seems like nothing could have prepared me for such interactions other than actually participating in them. Nevertheless, I walked up to one of the private shower stalls and turned the water on, getting it nice and warm. Just like before, I wanted to move past this; as good as all of this made me feel, I honestly just felt disgusted with myself. So, I stripped down completely, putting all of my belongings to the side and stepped under the shower head. The water felt so good as it covered my body, I was finally starting to feel relaxed.
Yet, my experience with Patrick seemed to have altered how I viewed my body, almost as if I was beginning to see it through his eyes. Yes, Iāve admired my progress in the gym basement plenty of times before, that I can admit. But, after seeing Patrickās reaction, I couldnāt help but look down at my incredible physique glistening under the water. As the shower stream hit each of my muscles, it accentuated them so well that I honestly began to wish there was a mirror in there to get a better look. It was fascinating to see the flow of water down the different ridges of my muscles, even just the effort the water actually needed to put in to get down. I donāt know what came over me, but I actually started to rub my own chest and abdominal muscles. I put in the effort, so I deserved to enjoy my body too, which was really just so hard from all those hours in the gym. I would have kept going, yet I was startled by someone turning on the shower next to me.
Come on, this needed to stop right now. I came in here to relax and get a hold of myself but here I was looking down at my body and experiencing such vanity. Yes, I looked fantastic, even down to my massive, shredded quadriceps and calves, but that didnāt give me the right to act like some self-absorbed narcissist. Luckily, it seemed like my penis had finally calmed down, so I decided to just shampoo my hair, lather up my body, and head back to the room. But, as I was finishing up and drying myself off, I came to the horrifying conclusion that I had actually grabbed Patrickās clothes in the rush. He had a very similar pair of dark blue jeans and white t-shirt, but when I held them up they looked like kidsā clothes compared to my body. I donāt think I could get either the shirt or pants on, let alone move around in them. My only option was to walk back to the room in a towel, which I had done a million times back home, just not with this many people running around the halls.
Grabbing all of my belongings, and barely fitting my towel around my waste, I opened the curtain and headed toward the door out of the bathroom. Yet, as I passed by the sinks, I couldnāt help but look at my muscles in the reflection of the mirrors, which were still covered in a light coat of water. After getting a good look, I decided to an abdominal and thigh pose, which really showed off how shredded my body had become. Yet, I had forgotten that there was someone else in the bathroom, and thatās when I saw them in a towel across the room, dropping their shower caddy upon seeming me flexing.
āNow, thatās not fair at all,ā said the guy who was clearly staring at my abdominal muscles.
āSorry, I donāt normally do this,ā I replied feeling pretty embarrassed.
āNo, donāt worry about it,ā he responded as he started to walk closer, āif I looked like that Iād probably be flexing all of the time. Iām Lucas by the way.ā
āNice to meet you, Iām Josh,ā I said as we found each other right in front of one another. āI completely forgot that there was someone else in here, so I guess I just decided to have a little fun.ā
āOh I bet you have a lot of fun,ā he replied seemingly looking me up and down.
I wasnāt really sure what he meant by that, but it was clear that he was giving me the same look that Patrick had earlier. Although Lucas was likely the same height as Patrick, I couldnāt help but notice that he was a little toned, but still skinny, with a face that was honestly kind of pretty. As he looked at each of my muscles, I just took the time to look him over, something that almost felt instinctual, as if it were impossible not to stare. Iām not sure how much time passed between this interaction, but I honestly didnāt care to know. Then, before I could even consider moving away, Lucas reached out his right hand and lightly grazed my abs, letting out a soft moan.
āYou likeā¦abs,ā I questioned, almost unsure of what I was saying.
āWell, who doesnāt,ā Lucas responded as he moved his fingers up and down each of my abs, attempting, and failing, to push down on each.
āI honestly had no idea people would want to touch my muscles so much,ā I replied as a tightened my ab-muscles for him.
āVery funny, they are gorgeous though, like really beautiful,ā Lucas said as he licked his lips. āWhat I really love though are these V-shaped muscles,ā he added as he began to rub and grab a hold of them.
I had honestly never thought much about these muscles, but his touch felt out of this world. With that being said, I didnāt really get why he was enjoying them so much. Yes, it didnāt seem like many people had them, plus they are incredibly tight, but they were kind of just there. The issue came when I attempted to give him a better look, which cause my towel to unknot and fall to the floor. I was left completely exposed as Lucasās eyes widened. He had stopped touching my muscles, now staring in awe down at my penis and huge leg muscles.
āOkay, now thatās actually incredibly unfair,ā Lucas finally managed to articulate. āHow can you look like a god among men and have a monster sized cock. Like Iām pretty skinny, but at least Iāve always been proud of my dick size,ā said Lucas as he dropped his own towel to reveal a fully erect penis. āYour fucking dick thoughā¦Jesus it blows mine out of the water. You really are big all over, plus that giant assā¦for fucks sakeā¦ā
Then, as I noticed some light liquid drip from his penis, Lucas began to reach down towards my penis, as if going to grab it. The thought of him doing that didn't feel right, which prompted me to quickly move back. This completely took Lucas by surprise, so much so that he slipped on some water on the floor and began to fall backwards. Luckily, I was able to act quickly and grabbed him from behind. With my left hand covering his naked butt, and my right hand holding up his neck, we were less than a few inches away from one another. This was enough for him to find his face right in my giant pectorals, his member rubbing against my shredded abs, and my own growing penis caught right between his legs.
āOh my god, oh my god, oh myā¦GOD,ā shouted Lucas as he began almost convulsing in my arms, shaking rapidly before quickly stopping.
Before long, Lucas had freed himself from my hold, now laying on the floor in some incredibly euphoric like state. Thatās when I noticed a white cream all over my chest and abdominal muscles that had an unusual scent to it. Seeing some more on his penis, I concluded that he must have had the same experience that Iāve woken up to certain nights. But, those have only happened while I was sleeping, yet for Lucas he was put in such a state that it all came out at once in the day. It seemed that being in such a state of pleasure, experiencing immense adoration for my ripped, muscular physique, triggered him into ejaculating. Long story short, it was me, my body, my reactions to his touch, my proximity to his body that brought him over the edge. With Patrick having a similar reaction, he must have felt the same; both of them couldnāt get enough of my body, sending them into bliss. Just even this image was amazing, a giant, hulking man standing tall over a skinny guy that was on the floor, just barely recovering from our interaction.
My own penis began to grow harder the more I thought about it, so I really needed to get out of here before I fully lost control of my body. I wrapped my towel around my waste again, but as I was grabbing my things, I remembered the semen that was coating my upper body. Looking around, I grabbed Lucasās towel and managed to wipe most it off. Then, I ran back to the shower and quickly finished washing the rest off with soap and water. As I was getting ready to leave, I saw that Lucas was finally getting up off of the floor, almost in a daze. Then, while I was walking down the hall it felt like everyone was staring at my body. Were they just looking at my muscles, or was it possible that they might have heard what was going on in the bathroom?
As I finally made it back to the room, my head was spinning, I didnāt know what to think. Never in my life was I so happy to find an empty room, God only knows how Patrick would have reacted to seeing me like this with a slightly erect penis. Dropping my towel onto the floor, and throwing my belongings over to the bed, I ran to my suit case to get something to put on. Looking to put something on that wasnāt so revealing, I quickly came to realize how good I actually looked in all of my clothing. No matter what shirt or pair of pants I wore, everything looked so tight on me. In particularly, most of my shirts exposed an insane set of pectorals and barely constricted my boulder sized biceps, with at least half of them showing off my stunning ab-muscles. Ultimately, I just decided to put on the same white shirt that I originally planned, with some jeans that barely fit around my tree trunk legs.
Luckily, enough time had passed to allow my penis to return to normal, the urges themselves completely subsiding. This gave me the clarity to actually unpack all of my belongings and fix up my side of the room. Everything was actually beginning to look up, until I heard a knock at the door that made me jump. I imagine that it wasnāt Patrick, as heād likely just come in, so maybe it was his girlfriend looking for him. But, when I opened door, it was actually Ashley and Michelle from earlier. What could they possibly want?
āHey, um Josh was it,ā Michelle said in a cheery tone, āwe were wondering if youād be able to help us out with something?ā
āSure, I actually just finished setting up my side of the room, so happy to help,ā I responded feeling relieved.
āAmazing, we could really use a strong guy like you, we have all of this orientation stuff to move for tomorrow and I donāt know how they expected us to move it all into a storage room in the lounge by ourselves,ā added Ashley while she grabbed me by the arm. āWeāll show you where the boxes are in the lobby and head over to the storage room after."
When we got down to the lobby, I realized that they were not exaggerating. Right by the sign-in desk were ten boxes, which seemed to be tightly packed with materials. With the two of them barely managing to carry one box together, I pretty easily carried four of them on our way to the storage room. Walking in, it wasnāt a very big room, with shelving on the left and the right just barely having enough room to fit all of these boxes. Then, we went back for the rest of them, and since the girls were exhausted from the first box, I decided to carry the remaining five, which still wasnāt too bad. If Iām being honest though, it was kind of like a little workout, I was definitely getting a slight pump from it.
āWow Josh, we knew you were strong, but being able to carry five of those boxes like itās nothing, thatās kind of hot if you ask me,ā said Ashley as she let the storage room door close while I was putting the boxes down. Ā Ā
āSeriously, there must be something we could do to repay you,ā added Michelle as she walked closer to me.
After my experiences with Patrick and Lucas, I knew exactly where this was going. I needed to get out of here as fast as I could; there was no way I was going to let this situation play out again. At the same time, I was getting curious, I needed to know what was going on with everyone in this residence hall. All I had done was work out to help my family on the farm, but for whatever reason everyone was obsessed with getting a piece of my body. Ultimately, both Ashley and Michelle were petite, skinny girls, I was obviously in charge of the situation and could call off this little experiment whenever I wanted. Maybe Iām just rationalizing this, but really what was the worst that could happen if I let this go on for a bit.
āI donāt know, what can you do,ā I asked, trying to egg them on.
Then, before I could say anything else, Ashley and Michelle each put one of their hands on one of my pecs as they slowly pushed me up against the back wall of the storage room. After that, while beginning to breath heavily, they both started to feel up my body through my clothes. They were practically starving animals, not sure what to pick at first, but wanting anything and everything in sight. I couldnāt believe that two perfectly normal seeming girls could become so ravenous for my muscles. Soon enough though, it seemed like they had had enough fun with my clothes on, with Michelle going for my shirt and Ashley going for my pants. Yet, as enjoyable as this situation was so far, there was some hilarity in seeing them attempt this feat of strength. As Michelle could barely push my shirt over my pecs, let alone reach that far, Ashley was having no luck what so ever getting my jeans past my quads. Starting to feel bad for them, I decided to help them out, which ultimately left me in just my dark blue Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Up against the wall, with the light in the storage room aimed right at me, I really must have looked like a hunk.
āShit,ā yelled out Ashley as she stuck one of hands into her shorts and began rubbing vigorously.
I expected a similar reaction from Michelle, but it seemed like the sight of my body up against the wall was enough for her. When I turned to look at her she started to shake ever so slightly, moaning heavily until her shorts looked like they were getting soaked. I didnāt fully understand it, but these two girls were having incredibly powerful reactions to just seeing me like this. But, that wasnāt the end of it, as when I turned back to Ashley she was walking right up to me. I was unsure of her next move until she began rubbing her wet hand against my abs as she started to lick the deep crack between my pecs and sucking on my left nipple. The latter was a move that sent a shock through my system immediately. Then, before I could even fully register and understand these intense feelings, Michelle started grabbing onto my left bicep, which I flexed for her as she began to lick and suck on it. Here I was, stuck between two beautiful women that seemingly couldnāt get enough of me. Itās as if my muscles had the ability turn on some sort of hunger or thirst within them that needed to be satiated. Plus, their wet, warm mouths felt like heaven on my skin, almost putting me in a trance.
Then, as Michelle was transitioning to licking my tight abs, Ashley had stepped back, now guiding my left hand into her shorts. I really didnāt know how I felt about this, almost as if I was crossing a line, but I had made it this far. Although I had no idea what I was doing, she guided my hand into her vagina, which prompted her to start screaming, in what I can only imagine was pleasure. As I moved my hand around, it was becoming drenched in liquid, which was clearly different from the semen I had all over my abs in the bathroom. With my hand in an awkward position, I did something almost instinctually that pushed Ashley over the edge and further excited me. With greater ease than lifting those boxes, I grabbed Ashley with the same hand, lifted her off of the ground, and placed her on a nearby tall box that was already in the room.
As I continued to play with Ashleyās vagina, Michelle decided she wanted a piece of the action. Removing all of her clothes, and expecting me to be able to support her, she jumped, trying to rub her vagina against my abs of steel. Obviously, this wasnāt an issue, so I had her wrap her legs around my massive, shredded back, and I supported her with my free hand. This proper positioning allowed her to frantically rub her clitoris against my abs, which I tightened for her as hard as I could. I really enjoyed the soft skin of her body, especially her breasts, moving up and down my own hard body. In the meantime, Ashley had now taken off her own clothes, basically drenching the box below her. I couldnāt believe this sight, two girls reduced to putty in my hands, me alone somehow able to satisfy the both of them. From my hands to my insane calves, I was covered in their juices, and it felt amazing. I felt so incredibly powerful, but before I could fully cherish it, the girls had had enough.
āGod Josh, youāre some sort of sex machine, how is this possible,ā screamed Ashley as she let out her final moans, falling back against the box she was sitting on.
āI wish this would never end, FUCK, Iām orgasming everywhere,ā yelled out Michelle as she finally seemed to run dry and stopped rubbing against my abs.
With the stock room now a complete mess, Ashley and Michelle appeared beyond exhausted after this ordeal. Gently placing Michelle on another nearby box, the two of them were breathing incredibly heavily, and seemed as if they couldnāt move. Then, I looked down, noticing that my penis had now become fully erect. It had to be at least eight inches long, with a significant thickness that I wasnāt sure I could accurately calculate. Yet, most importantly, I felt like I wanted to reach down and grab it more than ever. Thatās when the complete totality of the situation really set in for me. If anything, this was exactly what my parents had warned me about, all I could think about in the moment was sex. I had helped Ashley and Michelle be incredibly sinful, and here I was left standing only wanting more. Leaving the two girls in the room to recompose themselves, I quickly put on my clothes, did my best to hide my large erection, and decided to go outside to get some fresh air.
Running to a bench by the lake, I took a seat, taking in a few deep breaths to calm myself. I had been warned about the evils of the world, and here I was, this whole day, being the catalyst for it in others. If I was being honest, I was debating going home, or maybe just staying away from everyone as much as I could. As I was deep in such thoughts, it took some time before I finally noticed that sitting on another bench to the left of me was a guy staring at me. My immediate thought was here we go again, but I really wanted to control myself this time. I was able to keep such urges locked away until now, I should be able to do it again.
āSo are you the Sullivan Hunk that everyone on campus is talking about,ā said the stranger in an almost joking tone, āIām Stephen, happy to meet a celebrity.ā
āI have no idea what youāre talking about,ā I responded, completely perplexed at what he meant.
āWell,ā he replied, āAshley and Michelle have been telling everyone how attractive you and your muscles are. Plus, apparently, youāve effortlessly made Patrick and Lucas uncontrollably cum themselves. Even if itās just the first day, stuff like that can build you a reputation.ā
āOh my God,ā I said as I covered my face with my hands, almost close to tears. āI didnāt mean to do any of that, plus I let the situation with Ashley and Michelle in the storage room get completely out of hand. I just wanted to come to college, make some friends, and learn something new about the world. Iāve never done anything like this in my life. Itās not like Iāve actually cum beforeā¦ā
āWoah, dude, you need to relax,ā said Stephen reassuringly, āwe definitely need to circle back to that storage room incident, but what do you mean youāve never cum before?ā
āWell, growing up, I was homeschooled, so I didnāt have any friends,ā I replied more calmly, āand my parents demonized anything sexual, violent, or anything in between really.ā
āMan, you were repressed as a kid, no wonder youāre all over the place with this,ā said Stephen seeming genuinely concerned. āIt really is a recipe for disaster, you have the body that everyone dreams of having sex with, but you have no idea what youāre doing, and think youāre somehow a horrible person for having natural biological urges. Now, youāre just running away from people, while failing to cover up your massive boner on a bench outside.ā
As I attempted, and failed, to better conceal my bulge, I replied, āIt just feels so wrong, and ever since Iāve come onto this campus, it just seems like I canāt control it.ā
āJesus, of course you canāt control it, the only way to relieve your cock is to actually cum,ā chuckled Stephen. āGo masturbate or have sex with one of the dozens of people on campus that are thirsting for you right now. If you just keep avoiding this, itās always going to feel like an uncontrollable urge that needs to be satiated.ā
āI guessā¦but isnāt it still wrong,ā I said as I audibly gulped.
āHey, I get it, you were raised to think that stuff like this is sinful, but come on,ā Stephen replied, hoping to make me feel better. āYou have to come to your own conclusions about sex, but, ultimately, the urges arenāt some sort of master plan to make you evil, their biological needs that should be met in healthy outlets that you see as appropriate. No one can, nor should, make you do anything, but think about your current situation. Do you want to stay like this, or move on and grow?ā
Honestly, Stephen was making a lot of sense right now. Here I was, suffering, because I didnāt want to allow myself to experience something that felt so natural. Sure, none of the situations I had found myself in today were the prettiest, yet you could argue there was some beauty to them. While I was trying to repress my thoughts and feelings, all of these people were actively enjoying themselves, and they werenāt monsters for doing so. I canāt imagine any of them being sent to eternal damnation for it, so why would I be? Also, I was so tired of these feelings controlling me, if cumming was the only way to get rid of them, actually experiencing sex or masturbation, then thatās what I needed to do now.
āWell,ā Stephen said as he put his hand on my leg and started to get up, āI really wish you the best of luck, and, whatever you decide, I just hope you arenāt so hard on yourself.ā
Without even thinking, I uncontrollably blurted out, ācan you help me?ā
Stephen, whoās back was already turned to me, stopped dead in his tracks and replied, āwhat do you mean?ā
āIāve cum in my sleep before obviously, but Iāve never masturbated,ā I reluctantly responded, āand this boner is killing me right now.ā
Stephen turned around, and what was confidence during our previous conversation had now become shock, if not fear. āI just want this to be clearā¦when I walked over here I had no intention of using you for your body. Christ man, youāre a god among men, and Iād love to help, but donāt feel like you need to give me anything. Plus, Iām just your average looking guy, you could do so much better...ā
āStephen, I want this to happen, itās my choice,ā I replied as I began to unzip my jeans and pull them down to my knees with my underwear. Also, to provide greater incentive, I managed to lift my shirt over my head, now revealing my gorgeous physique to Stephen.
Out of everyone so far, Stephen was the fastest to a full erection, which was clearly visible through his shorts, and probably around half the size of mine. At first, I thought he had decided against it, with his body frozen in time a few feet away from mine. Then, he began to slowly walk over, looking me up and down, almost reluctant to even sit next to me. He finally managed to build up the courage to sit down, lightly touching my pecs, before retracting his hand. For once, I think I was the comfortable one in the situation. Stephen looked as if he was in a dream, or maybe I was going to say just kidding and walk away. I donāt know what came over me, but I wrapped my arm around him, pushing him closer to me, as I moved his hand to my leg, right next to my monstrous cock. Stephen didnāt move though, he was breathing heavily not because he was sexually attracted, but because he was scared.
āI swearā¦Iām not always like this,ā Stephen finally managed to let out, āIāve just never seen someone like youā¦youāre basically my dream guy. I canāt wait to give you a hand job, I just need to build myself up to it.ā
Then, it happened, Stephen managed to barely wrap his hand around my penis. I felt electricity coursing through my body as he began to move his hand up and down the shaft. Something was building up inside of me as light liquid began to appear on the head of my dick. It felt like I could let go of the pleasure at any moment, but I wanted to feel it for as long as I could hold it. It only became harder and harder to do so as he started sucking on one of my nipples and rubbing my dick faster and faster. This was the greatest pleasure I had felt in my entire life, but I wanted to return the favor. As he was playing with my cock, I stuck my hand into his shorts and began to give him a hand job. I was beginning to moan as I got closer and closer to cumming, but Stephen began to breathe incredibly fast and groan loudly just from my touch.
This was my first real time, but I was thinking that maybe my pelvic muscles were helping me hold it back for as long as I could. Stephen on the other hand, stood no chance in this situation, beginning to cum all over my hand and his underwear in a matter of seconds. Thatās when he did something that truly surprised me. Stephen got off the bench, knelt down in from me, and managed to stick about two and a half inches of my cock into his mouth. Sucking on the head of my dick in particular, brought me even greater pleasure than ever before. But then, something came over me, almost as if biology stepped in, and I went on auto pilot. I gently grabbed the back of his head, pushing it further onto my penis, as I began to rhythmically push my pelvis up and down. At this point, with a max of four inches in his mouth at a time, the pleasure became almost unbearable, and then, it happened. I was unable to hold back, letting out stream after stream of semen into Stephenās mouth, it seemed endless. Eventually, he couldnāt swallow any further and began choking on it. Yet, my cock wasnāt done, so when he removed it from his mouth, it began to cover his face and clothes. I had no idea how much time passed, but eventually, I managed to stop. I was seriously shaking from the pleasureā¦how could something that feels so good be so wrong after all?
āHoly shit, HOLY SHIT, I think Iāve peaked sexually,ā yelled out Stephen, āthat was better than any other sexual encounter Iāve had in my life. Man, youāre a natural, you donāt need me at all, you just have to stop thinking so much about it and just fucking do it. Jesus, itās like that body of yours was made for sex, it just knows.ā
Everything that Stephen was saying was pretty inappropriate, but I couldnāt help blushing a little. I was so scared of anything sexual earlier in the day, but here I was, feeling like I could actually do this, and it was perfectly acceptable that I could. Also, I was finally beginning to love how much sexual power my muscles actually gave me over people. Playing around with someone like this was such an incredible turn on, and if my body really was the ideal male physique, that should only add to it. With all of that said, I was still far from satiated, it seemed like my body was ready to cum for days. If I was really going to get this out of my system and control my sexual drive to function when I wanted it to, I was going to need more experience. Yet, looking down at Stephenās exhausted frame, it seemed like I was going to have to turn somewhere else.
āWow Stephen, that was amazing, I had no idea what I was missing,ā I said as I put my shirt back on and zipped up my jeans.
āYouāre telling me,ā Stephen responded as he got up from the floor, ābut now I need a shower and a change of clothes. Iām actually drenched from head to toe in your cum.ā
Honestly, my time with Stephen really changed my perspective, both our conversation and the actual sex we had. Ultimately, I think that all of my encounters today were slowly impacting me, and it just took someone sitting me down and talking it through with me to really push me over the edge. With that said, I still have a lot to learn, but for now I think Iām just going to head back to my room and relax for a bit before maybe heading to the dining hall for dinner later. Yet, little did I know that I was in for a completely different night. When I made it back to my dorm room I found Patrick and Ariana sitting on his bed talking. I could immediately tell from the look that they gave me that they wanted a piece of me. Finally, I was ready to take charge for once and have some of my own fun.
āHey Josh, where have you been, we thought youād be chilling in the room,ā asked Patrick, seeming to have some sort of ulterior motive.
āWell, I finally got my side of the room in order,ā I responded, āand then I guess Iāve just been having some fun with people.ā
āOh Josh, weāve heard exactly what youāve been up to,ā replied Ariana as she got up from the bed, āand we want the Ashley and Michelle treatment.ā
Stephen was completely right, the word about me has gotten around really fast. Even if I did feel more liberated, it was still embarrassing for people to think of me as some type of man whore. Maybe I can get this out of my system right now and chill out on the sex for a bit, might even be nice to find something more meaningful. With that said, the fact that Ariana and Patrick were aware of my sexual encounters, and interested helping me further explore them, made this a lot easier. So, it was time to stop thinking, and just let my body do what it wanted. Before Ariana could get in another word, I brought her in closer and kissed her on the lips. This triggered something in her, as she came back and started making out with me. This was my first time kissing someone, but something about it felt natural.
āFuck, guess I underestimated ole Josh over here,ā said Patrick as he pulled his pants off and started rubbing his dick through his underwear.
In that moment, I felt so close with Ariana, and I wanted more. With ease, I picked her up off of the ground as I continued to make out with her. She also seemed to know exactly what to do, wrapping her legs around my waste. This was incredible, I was fully in control of the situation and felt like I was doing the right thing. Then, as we were making out, Ariana began to rub her body against my massive pecs and rippling abs, a clear sign that she was ready for more. Thatās when I decided to drop her on my bed and shed some extra clothes. Almost like tissue paper, I grabbed my shirt and ripped it off my body, exposing the torso of a god. With Ariana already getting wet, and Patrick beginning to stroke his cock harder behind me, I ripped the jeans clean off of my body as well, my herculean legs finally able to breathe. All that was left on my body was my boxer briefs, in which an enormous cock was outlined, begging to be freed.
Breathing heavily and moaning ever so slightly, Ariana managed to say, āfuck me like thereās no tomorrow Josh, show much how much of a man you really areā¦ā
I didnāt need much more encouragement than that to take this to the next level. As Ariana was beginning to take off her clothes, I just decided to rip them off of her body myself, including her panties and bra, watching the fibers tear like nothing under the force of my raw power. Nothing was going to stop me from claiming her as my own in that moment, plus it was also so exciting to know that Patrick was watching us. How it must have felt to see a real man bring his girlfriend to levels of pleasure unlike she had ever experienced. Patrick was visibly, and physically, unable to provide Ariana with what I could offer. Now that she was naked, I sat her up on the bed, brought her closer to me, and started sucking one her breasts. This had brought me so much pleasure in the past, and Arianaās screams of ecstasy told me it worked just as well for her. As I did this, she wrapped her arms around my back, taking advantage of the position to feel up each and every one of my back muscles. There were so many little ridges and crevasses, all hard as marble to the touch, almost like its own landscape. Behind me, I also noticed that Patrick had finally pulled out his dick and was fully masturbating now, unable to look away. Just being honest, his cock was nowhere near as impressive as mine.
Barely able to get a word in between her screams of immense pleasure, Ariana finally said, āwe heard how massive your cock was, so we got a large and an extra-large condom for you to try on.ā
Iām not going to lie, it was such a relief to see her take charge of this. Yes, I wanted to stick my cock into her pussy, but it was still a little scary doing it for the first time. With that said, I didnāt want them to know that, ruing the illusion. I stopped playing with Arianaās breasts and left her on my bed so that I could go over to Patrickās desk and grab the condoms. Managing to squeeze my underwear off, past my gigantic, sculpted quads, I revealed my incredible dick to the both of them. Still staring in awe, I passed the large condom to Ariana. āPut it on now,ā I powerfully demanded. Not questioning who was in charge, Ariana desperately tried to put it on my cock, failing to fit it around the girth.
āJesus fucking Christ, itās that big, itās that fucking big,ā stated Ariana as she managed to fit the extra-large condom over my throbbing cock.
Finally ready to go, I grabbed Ariana and slowly slipped half of my cock into her tight little pussy. I was not prepared for the pleasure I was experiencing, this truly was heaven on Earth. Taking her off the bed, I started fucking her standing up, harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Her screams of ecstasy only getting louder, I honestly thought I might be breaking her, but she didnāt want me to stop. I was just getting started, but Ariana had orgasmed at least two or three times already, with this finally pushing Patrick over the edge.
āOh my god Josh, your body was made for sex, what youāre able to do, holy shit,ā screamed Patrick as his came got all over the bed.
Patrick was having the time of his life watching, but Ariana was in some sort of next level trance, unable to say anything audible other than moans, screams, and occasionally saying my name. Wanting to get in on the fun, Patrick quickly took off his clothes and came over to rub my flexing back muscles and rock-solid ass. Hoping to make this fucking more stable, I grabbed my bed with one hand and threw it out the way. This gave me access to push Ariana up against the wall next to my bed, now fucking her with all of my power. I think it was so much that she was actually coming in and out of consciousness in the process. It must have been difficult, but during this, Patrick got up the courage to begin sucking my asshole. I hadnāt experienced this yet, but it added a whole other layer of pleasure to the situation.
Before long, I was getting close, my body could only handle so much pleasure. Ariana was at least on her sixth orgasm, but when she realized I was beginning to cum, she had another one. I groaned loudly like a bear conquering his prey. I quickly pulled out of her pussy, her body sliding to the floor, and I ripped the condom off of my exploding cock. Countless streams of cum started covering her face and breasts, with Patrick running over to eagerly have some of it. Whether or not it matters, I had finally lost my virginity, destroying Arianaās vagina in the process. Now it was time to fully take care of Patrick, who had had his own fun, but needed some personal attention. I grabbed him by the arm and threw him on his bed, a move that definitely turned him on a lot.
Almost afraid to ask, Patrick said, ācan I fuck your pecs?ā
Unsure of what he really meant by this, I let him go for it, knowing it would be a fun time. He asked me to lean up against the wall and he climbed up on top of me. With his cock right in front of my pecs, he leaned towards me, placing his hands up against the wall. Then, he began thrusting his cute little cock right between my two pecs. Finally getting what was going on, I started massaging his penis by flexing and unflexing my chest, while also making sure to add a little fun and bounce my pecs up and down every so often. Honestly, he was in so much ecstasy that he looked like he was possessed or something. It didnāt take long before he had an Earth-shattering orgasm all over my monster sized pecs, some even getting some in my mouth. I donāt know why, but this was such a turn on, especially seeing him so exhausted in this position. Realizing there was another extra-large condom on the desk I grabbed it, put it on, and laid Patrick flat on the bed. Without a care in the world, I started to fuck his brains out, giving each other such immense pleasure. They were all right, I really was a sex machine, a god among men, and I loved every minute of it. It didnāt take long before we were both cumming again, and the fun continued seemingly all night long. At this point Iāve lost count over how many times we all orgasmed that nightā¦damn was the room a mess.
The next morning I woke up with my cock still in Patrickās ass, having fully recovered from the intense workout last night. I couldnāt say the same for Ariana and Patrick though, they were probably going to need to stay in bed the whole day, if not the entire weekend. I still had plenty of energy to spare so I decided to take a shower, hit the gym, and get some breakfast. Having this time to myself, I was really able to think over what fully happened yesterday. Yes, my parentās teachings completely repressed my sexual desire, but at the same time I didnāt want to become some sexual maniac. Last night, and really all throughout the day, I was able to get a lot of the initial insanity out of my system. Of course I wanted to have more sex, but that didnāt mean that it had to happen 24/7. Ultimately, there had to be some happy middle ground between endless sex and none at allāmaybe some actual friendships, if not a relationship, is really what I needed in the mix.
Speaking of which, as I was walking back from the dining hall, passed the lobby, when I noticed someone sitting in the main lounge watching television. Upon closer inspection, I realized that it was the guy I had body slammed when I was running to take a shower yesterday. I really regret not giving him an actual apology, so I decided to run in and maybe have a little chat with him. In hindsight, this probably wasnāt the smartest idea, as he jumped the minute I entered the room. One, I feel like I can look pretty intimidating after the gym, two, Iāve developed a pretty bad reputation, and three, I pushed the guy to the ground once already.
Looking scared out of his mind, the guy yelled out, āPlease donāt hurt me, Iām sorry for running into you yesterday, it was a total accident.ā
Laughing to myself, and sitting down on the couch next to him, I responded, āNo, I came in here to apologize to you, I was a total jerk yesterday. Please, if there is anything I could do to make it up to you, let me know.ā
āOh, thatās not where I expected this go at all,ā he replied, āfor a second there I thought I might have been a goner. You donāt need to give me anything though, accidents happen.ā
āHow about I just chill with you and watch whatever this is,ā I stated, āI can order us some food and show you Iām not a total dickhead.ā
āDealā¦,ā he said, ābut are you trying to tell me that you donāt know what Game of Thrones is? Plus, Iām not going to lie, but you kind of smell. Early morning workout?ā
āI didnāt watch much television growing up, or really have access to the internet, so I donāt really follow this kind of stuff,ā I replied. āI can go take a shower though and come back down if you want.ā
āHuh,ā he responded, āI guess weāll have to start off with episode one then. Also, if weāre being honest, I kind of like the smell,ā he said as he blushed, not realizing what he had said until after the fact. Ā
Laughing, I said, āSounds good, Iām Josh by the way.ā
Still pretty red from his earlier comment, he stated, āIām Chrisā¦happy to meet you.ā
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