A Lesson In Jockography
Daniel found himself at his computer desk he had tucked away in the corner of his room, right next to his bed for the lowest amount of effort he had to give from staying up all night, pouring over either essays or another presentation for another class that almost, but never has occurred, fly under the radar.
There was something so monotone in his routine, but to him, what else what he do with his lack of company that wasn’t already busy with something else that just highlighted which type of future they’ll have with ease, but sometimes not having an actual group of people to call friends sometimes gave him an uncomfortable feeling in his gut.
That same feeling also came with when his roommate, Sam, ever entered back in their shared dorm. The campus was a moderately larger place with more space, so it’s not like they were ever stacked on one another, but in Daniel’s eyes, it felt like it.
To call Sam lazy would be an contradiction, in a way with the way the other man managed to get himself up early within the mornings and be out the door by 4 and come back with even more energy, which would be surprising when Daniel found out quickly he was going to the gym, making the room smell just slightly stale sometimes. Daniel always felt slightly envious of Sam with his true lack of care of the timing of his own life, as if the world itself took care of itself and let him do his own thing.
Daniel found himself finishing up another long assignment, closing his computer with a sigh. He took a deep breath, flexing his fingers a bit, trying to get the feeling back into them from them typing up a word minimum he would strangle with his bare hands if he could. He took another deep breath, a wave of tiredness lingering in his body, but then his upper lip and nose twitched slightly as a new smell seemed to come up.
Finally considering his surroundings for the first time in hours after staring at a screen, the main culprit for the headache between his eyes, he noticed the bathroom light from the door attached to it had the light on. Sam normally stayed out, presumably out with another girl, the way he spoke about them though, it never once came across serious with any of them. It would make sense behind the fact that Daniel’s personally had a couple of walk-ins on Sam, even with the fair warnings of his arrival with his jingle dance he did against the door to loudly giving notice. Sam never seemed to hear it when it was in action. Or maybe didn’t care.
Daniel stood up stretching his body, his shirt and jeans feeling grimy with how long he’s been in them since his day started that morning, which was technically now the one from yesterday. The smell as he stood up was still there. The shower head in bathroom roared as Sam presumably cleaned himself up. It startled Daniel a little, but he was fine.
Using his nose, he soon found the problem. Sam left left his hamper open, which at some point when he came in, he must’ve stripped out of his shirt and shorts and tossed them on top lazily instead of in it like the stray pieces of clean clothes he manages to have around, no matter how much Daniel tries to clean up.
The smell attacked his senses again, it being much stronger standing in front of them. His nose wrinkled at the smell of sweat, musk and what seemed to be leftover sex. He felt himself sway slightly in a sudden rush of what he thought was nausea, but quickly recovered. After he shook his head a little, his eyes returned to the shorts, curious about… something. Breathing normally. As if whatever once revolted him was masked.
In his mind, he wondered kind of package this guy could have that could have girls running back. But not in a gay way! Sam isn’t his type in any way. There’s nothing about Sam that he would possibly like. That wouldn’t be cool, not that he had a problem with gay people, it’s just… wait. Why it would it be gay? And why would he care? Cause he’s straight. But, in a more positive perspective, Daniel felt a small pang in his gut again, but this time, it didn’t feel like the uncomfortable one anymore.
It felt… hot and burning small, but it was soon growing and growing with every passing moment he stood in thought, but in a strange twist of fate, the original thought he had just had slipped his mind, his attention back to the shorts again. Without a restraint this time, Daniel found himself gripping them in one hand, and without even thinking about it like he normally would, his other hand carefully dragged up to his chest, putting small pressure on it as the fire inside grew. He closed his eyes as the proximity of the shorts kept floating up right into nose, a more stable flow of a now dulling feeling in his brain, as if he was slowing down somehow.
His skin was starting to feel hot now, and without thinking twice about it, he peeled off his shirt and kicked off his jeans. It was like he wasn’t truly thinking too much about his actions, but chasing the consequence of another. The fire ablaze spread upwards, starting something completely different as his body started to shake slightly.
The hand that once gripped his chest was already on its way to the waistband of his underwear, a surprising tightness already awaiting him. He nearly let out a moan as his he pulled the fabric forward, opening his eyes, then widening soon after, his body absolutely not like he once remembered. Within the few seconds of breathing in… that, his body carved itself into something, but another pulse of fire nearly toppled him over on his knees. He grabbed a seemingly growing pec as he rutted himself out of his boxers, and without even realizing, slipping on Sam’s dirty shorts.
The feeling intensified tenfold, making his body buckle with a full intensity he’s never felt before. With every shooting flash of pleasure, his body cracked and popped his once average, more meek shape into something that seemed it could only be achieved with being at the gym at the time. Which… seemed right to Daniel Dan. He liked looking good. He didn’t know why, but there was something about being able to show off his body that made his cock twitch in loosely in the shorts.
Dan could his balls churn fuller and fuller with more and more cum that was only waiting to be expelled somewhere… someone. He rutted faster and faster in the shorts, each trust granting a satisfying pull in his body that hardened his jaw, all the way down in a way that looked like a grand reveal, but for Dan, he felt like a silk zipper was being unzipped. Each trust was more than ecstasy. It made old memories fade away. Daniel. A boy’s name. Science, essays and projects, staying in most of the time. That was over. Being at the gym, showing off and… Sam? But Yes. Sam. With the handsome man’s face flashed in the middle of his mind, it seemed to trigger the last effect on Dan, short-circuiting the last of his brain, completely numbing him down, but his now larger, throbbing beast of a cock shoot hot, thick ropes through the shorts. With every body roll, the last of Daniel left with it. A stubborn, hot-headed jock with a… history with the other room laid in its place now.
And behind the crack door of the bathroom, Sam came against the door, shooting his hot sticky load himself, his plan at something even greater actually worked and he in every way planned to use it.
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Hello everyone! My first story written here and hopefully many more to come! I apologize if it’s a little messy, but getting a stroke of wanting to write at 2 in the morning can, in fact, mess with how much your eyes stay open 😭.
Either way, please let me know what you thought!
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