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You drop your gym bag on the floor and begin working some of the knots formed in your sore body. You flex a small bicep in the mirror and sigh. You've been working out for so long and these are the results? You kind of understand why some dudes used roids despite the side effects. Shit you might start your own cycle at this rate.

You lie down on your bed, a dull haze of horniness settling over you. Going to the gym had a tendency to get you going, especially seeing all those hot dudes in the locker room. Their musk and testosterone oozing from their pores. Flexing and talking shit, sometimes with their dicks lazily swinging in front of them. Their perfect asses bouncing hypnotically.

Fuck.

You were going to take a shower first but your boner announces itself instead. You grab your laptop and type in your favorite porn site, absently rubbing your crotch through your shorts as you log in. You see there's a new video has been uploaded. A solo featuring an actor you've never seen before. He's cute, buffer than you, with these big pancake nipples on his chest. It's a solo. Perfect. Something quick and easy.

He's kind of dopey-looking, a real himbo captured on camera. On the video, the director asks him the kind of corny, horny questions you come to expect. How'd you get so big? Wow, do you know how sexy you are? You must've had a lot of boyfriends!

"Why don't you go ahead and flex for us? I'm sure the guys at home would love to see your muscles in action."

The model smiles and throws his arms into a double bicep flex exposing his hairy pits. Your cock throbs and ejects a fat bead of pre-cum, staining your jockstrap. You sigh pleasurably as your nostrils flare at the scent of manly musk. It smells like one of those jocks from the gym has just walked into your room and shoved your eager nose into their musky pit. You sigh and squeeze your throbbing cock, hard and wildly needy.

"Smells good, doesn't it brah?" he says in his sexy, husky voice.

Yes, yes it does.

The jock flexes his biceps harder, really exposing his pit.

"Just worked out before coming here."

He winks. The jock throws his arms behind his head and you're practically assaulted with his musk. It's like a direct blast from this jock's pits and into your face.

Like he's standing right in front of you.

Your brow furrows in confusion. The emotion rising out of the well of horniness that's suddenly taken the place of your brain. That's definitely not right. You shouldn't be smelling some dude through a screen, as hot as it may be.

"Look at those veiny arms."

You're about to pause the video or at least click away when you notice something off. First it's the tingling sensation that sweeps you from top to bottom, like you've been bathed in electricity or something. The feeling makes your cock harder. It feels good. Like somebody's just grazing your prostate with the tip of their finger. You shudder and blink rapidly, trying to clear your head.

The second thing is your arms themselves.

They weren't that veiny a minute ago, right?

You hold your hands in front of your face, your cock jumping in your shorts, like it's desperate to break free from the fabric. Thick, angry looking veins race up and down your arms, a particularly large one on your tiny bicep. It's the arms of a guy maybe a hundred or so pounds heavier than you. A guy who works out religiously and has the mind-boggling size to prove it. The jock smirks cockily from the screen, still locked in his pose and soaking your nose and room with his scent. You lick your lips.

"Fuck, just look at those 'ceps peak."

Your cock surges hard enough to slip out of your jock, steadily leaking against your thigh. That tingling sensation returns, this time focused entirely on your tiny arms. Waves of blood and testosterone pump into them and you moan whorishly as your biceps start inflating. The previously small mounds swell, a fat knot of muscle and fat forming beneath the skin, slightly stretching it as the muscles blow up uncontrollably. Your brain buzzes as rep after rep stuff themselves into your arms, and begin crowding into your overheating brain. Your balls churn - no, they're fucking boiling - filling to the brim with cum that's desperate to escape, judging from the rate at which your cock is gushing pre-cum. You moan louder, desperately. Your cock throbs, pinned between your shorts and your thigh, almost like it's trying to use the friction generated to cum.

Pounds of muscle and fat bloat your biceps, your forearms thickening and inflating with whatever mass can't stuff itself into your cantaloupe biceps. Your shoulders widen, shooting out and putting immense strain on your tank top. The muscles inside flexing and tearing, the sensation fucking orgasmic. Fuck it's like your whole body is just geared for the fucking of a lifetime. Muscles knit and thicken in your back, a huge Dorito shape flaring your lats wider.

The tingling sweeps down to your hands and you feel them crack and inflate, the palms fattening and widening, fingers filling themselves with meat like sausages being stuffed into casings. The kinds of fingers that can act as dildos.

The jock on the screen takes a huge whiff of his pit. From beneath your arms, your pit hair begins growing thicker. Your cock throbs harder as you can smell your hormones changing, becoming more and more intense. Concentrated. You groan as your own musk begins mingling with the jock's. You moan from the pleasant tingling, the hair matting from the testosterone rich sweat pouring out of you. You throw your meaty, dense arms into a horny flex, and you nearly black out and cum right there. The sensation of those boulders tightening into a thick, solid mass is only half the pleasure. The rest comes from your own scent. Thick, heady, masculine as fuck.

The jock groans and sighs. The smell is intoxicating.

"Chest day today, brah. Gotta make sure the milkers are the perfect size."

When he brings his chest together into a tight flex, your nipples explode against your shirt. Your eyes go wide and you use your bigger, meatier hands to play with the widening, fattening nipples. They're like fucking doorknobs. Fat areolas are capped with perfectly sensitive nubs that surge forward into your hands as the muscles inflate uncontrollably. You howl with pleasure as your thickening chest drags your throat wider, pulling out your Adam's apple as your grunts turn into horny growls, your mouth falling open as the deep, sexy voice rumbles out of your chest. Whatever fat is on your body gets drained and deposited into the fat melons growing on your chest. The inflation makes your nipples tingle and throb, the sensitivity overwhelming. You squeeze and massage your chest, feeling your orgasm come closer and closer, balls practically like a mixer at full speed. They're so soft when relaxed, but you can feel the dense, multiplying muscle beneath your peg nipples.

Your chest surges forward, splitting your tank at the seams. You can feel the weight pressing you down on the bed, your cock begging to cum as the head flares and more pre pumps out of it. Your back muscles thicken and multiply and you take a deep breath with your bigger lungs. Your fat jugs split the tank top clean open and they jiggle freely. Dark hair sprouts through the dense, muscular cleavage as your breath heaves. You groan as your abs clench, thick and not really defined from the flooding of fat that can't fit into your chest. Some of it bloats your biceps bigger, the muscle rubbing against the edge of your fat pecs making you shiver. The hair from your pec cleavage spreads across your expanding, thickening abs. Your waist becomes as wide as you are and suddenly, your arms and half your body is hanging off your bed.

The jock stands on his tiptoes. Then he drops and sighs. Beads of sweat drip down your face. Your room is filled with your stench, your smell overpowering his. Fuck it'll overpower anyone. It would bring grown men to their knees. Their cocks at full attention and ready to shoot at a moment's notice. Fuck you're so horny. Your brain feels like it's on fire. You try to think about your friends, your job. Try to stop thinking about the jocks from your gym on their knees, sucking on your nipples, worshipping your pits. Your biceps. Your brain feels molten. A horny soup that you're sweating out.

"Shit, I bet you could pick me up," the director coyly says.

You moan so loud the walls shake. Your legs expand and your back stretches across the bed. It groans in protest beneath you as your height and weight pile up. You gain more muscle and fat into your pecs and abs, making sure you look proportional to your ever increasing height. You cruise past six feet as your testosterone levels skyrocket. Your brain is dropped into a vat of sex and hormones, your cock twitching and throbbing with a mind of its own. You can barely catch your breath. Your bed feels like it's going to break beneath you. You kick your laptop off the bed and it lands on the ground with a dull thud. The concern you should feel is not there at all as you land at a monstrous 6'7".

You feel a brief surge of panic as you look down at your godlike upper body. None of your shirts will fit you. Sweat drips down the center of your pecs, the massive muscles trembling with your breaths and horniness. You lick your lips and jump. They're plump as fuck, super kissable lips. But what's really startling is the bristly moustache on your lip. You touch your face and discover you've sprouted a beard, a thick dense beard that connects with your equally bushy sideburns. Your skin feels rougher and that delightful tingling spreads to your face. Your face rearranges subtly, your jaw popping stronger and more chiseled beneath your beard. You moan helplessly as the camera suddenly pivots to the jock's legs.

Shaking with horniness and a touch of fear, you crane your neck - well, barely, you're tall enough now to see it quite easily - and see the jock in his white jockstrap. His cock is soft and his legs are thick and exposed. He flexes his meaty quads and smirks cockily.

Oh fuck.

"Never skip leg day, right?"

You cum without warning.

Thick ropes eject from your cock and soak your leg as your thighs inflate. You grab your thighs and close your eyes, just riding the euphoric waves of growth. Your thighs thicken rapidly and begin splitting the seams of your gym shorts, thick strands of dark hair poking through the tears. Your inner thighs close the distance and brush against each other seductively. Spreading your legs would be like spreading the most beautiful gates to get to your hole, or the insanely hard pole jutting from your crotch. The sheer muscle packing into your thighs is ridiculous. They widen further, becoming genuine thunder thighs, as fat fills in whatever gaps the dense, knotted muscle has left beneath your tight skin.

Like with your oversized biceps, whatever can't stuff itself into those thighs lands into your calves. The dense muscle knitting into a perfect, jiggly diamond shape. Your sensitive skin making your moans rattle the windows, shake the walls like a huge thunderclap.

You're practically drooling as your thighs rip the rest of your shorts. Your cock finally stops cumming but it feels like it's barely scratched the surface of the insane amount of horny you're feeling right now. Your jock hangs on for dear life as your hips widen, muscle and fat pouring into your ass. Your glutes inflate into fat, sensitive pillows, your hole winking and puckering as sweaty hair sprouts around the ring. You instinctively clench your ass and your cock twitches at the strength of your bubbly ass.

Your prostate is on fire, so sensitive and ready to get plowed into. Your overheated balls inflate into the pouch of your jock, cum and pre spraying from your cock as they fill up like water balloons. A low, bovine moan of pleasure comes out of your mouth as you fondle your fat, hairy, sweaty balls, the source of all that testosterone and musk spilling from you. The soft fabric brushes against your balls as the threads start giving way. Your cock thickens and widens, not gaining any length but the force of your fattening cock splits the rest of your jockstrap, leaving your body naked and sweaty, chest heaving. It's a real Coke bottle cock, unwieldy and leaking pre like a broken faucet. It's covered with dense, thick pubes only intensifying the musk that's becoming commonplace in your formerly scentless apartment. Your sheets are soaked with your sweat and now, given that explosive orgasm, your cum. You chuckle dumbly at the thought that it's gonna get a whole lot more once this is over.

Your brain feels like it's half working. Like it's in the process of powering off. Whatever knowledge you might have had becomes crowded out with memories of mind-blowing sex, constant workouts and self-worship sessions in the locker room or in your apartment if you can't find a guy to do it for you. You're obsessed with your size. The tiny bit left of the old you feels mildly panicked at the fact that you're being overwritten like this, and how unfair that it has to feel so fucking good.

You can feel that part of you become the tingles traveling to your thighs, a little more into your already bulbous ass. You lift a meaty leg and begin jerking your fat cock, using your free hand to play with your fat tits. Sliding down your thick abs. Combing through your thickening, sweaty pubes. You lift your hips and grab handfuls of the fatty cheeks, massaging them and moaning, shocked and wildly turned on that these two jiggling basketballs belong to you. Your eyes threatening to roll into the back of your head as one of your fingers brushes against your sensitive hole.

You can't see it anymore but the jock is on the couch, the camera right by his feet and pointing up.

"Where do you even get shoes that size?" the director asks.

Your toes flex as your soles widen and stretch. You leave behind your old size 9 shoes and start going into the double digits. Toes thickening, soles becoming denser. Hair sprouts on the top and just between your new, meaty toes, the musk just as powerful down there as it is throughout your bloated body. Your cock surges in your palm and a half-inch of cock slides up your palm, just barely enough growth to even out its girth. You're drooling enough pre to use it as lube, the wet slick sounds of your jerking off blending with the sounds of your feet stretching into size 14s. Musky stompers that warp the floor you step on. Heavy thuds from your thick thighs, all your body weight landing on both feet as you walk through the world, chest and dick first. Watching men go googly-eyed at the thought of worshipping you. Of getting fucked by that big gorgeous cock, or fucking your perfect ass.

You're a moaning, groaning mess. A real beast of a man. The last dregs of your intelligence leaking out of your fat cock. You're such a -.

"Damn, daddy."

The final orgasm tears through you and with each forceful spurt, you gain a few years in age. Your skin becomes more weathered, your beard denser and darker. Your moans deepen as your neck thickens. But with each year, pounds of muscle and fat course through your frame. Your pecs hang further off your chest, a sweaty crease forming where they meet your abs. Your ass fattens and hangs like a shelf off your back, boosting you higher off the bed. Your balls bloat bigger, more virile sperm packing into them as your cock fires on your pecs, some of it drooling down the thick shaft and mixing with your dense pubes. Your skin darkens, gaining a healthy tan as your hairline begins receding, the hair thinning as you leave your twenties behind. As more weight piles onto your form, and you crest 200 pounds of dense, fatty muscle, your bed gives up and breaks beneath. All that creaking and groaning ignored. With one final spurt, you stop at a solid 35 years old.

And along with that orgasm, so blissful and so pleasant, whatever brain cells you've got left are popped like bubbles.

Once you finally stop cumming, after what feels like ten minutes, you stagger onto your jelly legs and stumble to your bathroom, leaving huge sweaty footprints in your wake. So much body weight, so much power and heft. Fuck you could fuck someone through a wall. Lift a car with your bare hands.

You see yourself.

And laugh. A dumb, dopey laugh.

"I'd love to get a taste of that," the jock says.

And fuck. Who wouldn't?

You flex, body shimmering with sweat. You should definitely edge more often, your muscles seem to look even more pumped. Dimly, you register that you should perhaps shower. A cloud of musk and sex swirls around you, the smell intense enough to make your just spent cock twitch in excitement.

In your tinier shower, you take a picture of yourself. You need to update Grindr after all. See what lucky boy gets to feel all 280 pounds of you on top of them.

Or beneath them.

Either way, somebody's bed is going to end up just like yours.

"Make sure to subscribe for more videos like this." The jock winks, his hard cock swinging in front of him, dripping with cum.

Climbing between his legs as Peepers awoke and made a jump to the floor, I pulled down the front of my boyfriend’s briefs, resting the waistband below his heavy ballsack. Like magic, Alec’s cock instantly came to life, growing and swelling at my loving touch. Wasting no time, I took that meaty cock down my throat.

“Mmmm—what’s this?” Alec awoke, staring down at his cock buried down my throat. “How was your study session with Bryce? I tried to wait up for you.”

“Yeah—sorry,” I quickly surfaced, his cock slicked with my saliva. “We had a lot to go over before the test on Friday.”

“Fuck, that feels good,” Alec exhaled as I returned to his cock, sucking his big tool ravenously, my lips locked around his thick shaft. “Jesus, you’re hungry for it.”

“I am hungry,” I licked up and down his veiny shaft. “I want your cum so bad.”

“He fucked you—didn’t he?” Alec accused me out of the blue, pulling his cock away from me with his right hand. “You let Bryce fuck your ass—didn’t you?”

“Why—why would you say that?” I gasped in feigned shock. 

“Because the last time you woke me up with a blow job,” Alec laughed, “you had just given up your ass to a guy you met on the campus bus. You always try to relieve your guilty conscience by pleasuring me.”

“Jesus, am I that transparent?”

“Yes,” Alec smacked my cheek with his hard cock. “You’re a slut for cock, and I love that about you. But I’m honestly surprised about Bryce. Isn’t he married?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, reaching for Alec’s cock again, stroking it as we talked. “And his wife is pregnant.”

“Christ,” Alec laughed. “If women only knew how easily a man will give up his dick to a gay dude while his wife is pregnant, women would stop having babies and society would collapse.”

“So true,” I agreed. “It’s a mystery why I didn’t get pregnant when that guy two floors up was giving it to me almost every day while his girlfriend had a bun in the oven. Man, that dude was a cum factory.”

“Speaking of cum,” Alec pulled me onto his chest, his hand traveling down the back of my pants, his thick finger probing my used hole. “Let’s see how much cum Bryce shot up your ass.”

“It was a big load,” I admitted. “It felt like he dumped a gallon of cum in me.”

“Yeah—no shit,” Alec withdrew his finger, covered in Bryce’s viscous cum. “You better climb on my dick. If anyone is gonna impregnate my slutty boyfriend tonight, it’s gonna be me.”

“I need you inside of me,” I moaned, pulling off my shorts. Deftly, I straddled Alec, sitting on his cock, taking him into my depths.

“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled in ecstasy. “You’re so fucking wet. I love fucking you when you’ve got a sloppy cunt like this.”

“I should fuck other guys more often, if you enjoy getting cucked so much.”

“Not that often,” Alec slapped my ass in jest as I rode his cock. “How did it happen tonight—with Bryce?”

“We were quizzing each other in the science library, and Bryce was having a hard time concentrating,” I shared, bracing my hands on Alec’s hairy chest. “He said he hadn’t had sex in four months, so I offered up my hole to him.”

“That was all it took?”

“That was all,” I nodded, gripping his shaft within my fuck canal as I eased myself up and down his rigid rod. “He then fucked me in the basement men’s room—it’s always dead down there.”

“Only a cumdump like you would know the best place to fuck in a library,” Alec teased, resting his arms behind his head, enjoying the ride. “Did he last long inside you?”

“Of course not,” I laughed. “He busted his nut in under three minutes. He had never fucked a guy before, and said he couldn’t believe how much tighter it was than pussy.”

“Jesus, that’s hot,” Alec grabbed me by the hips and began to jackhammer me hard. His pelvis was rocking rhythmically upon the couch cushions, his big one battering my bowels. “You’ve managed to convert yet another straight guy.”

“I converted you,” I reminded Alec, leaning forward, giving him a deep kiss as he continued to ravage my guts with his big fuck tool. “You never went back to pussy after you tried my cunt.”

“Damn straight—well, maybe not straight,” Alex smiled, his cock beginning to swell within me. “I’m getting close. You ready for your second load of the night?”

“Seed me,” I begged, bucking hard on him, working out his nut. “Breed me deep.”

“FUCK,” my boyfriend grunted. “Here it comes, baby—SHIT—Yeah, open that cunt for me—FUCK—SHIT.”

Alec’s body convulsed beneath me, his big one expelling his seed, flooding my guts with a massive load. I imagined his swimmers meeting up with Bryce’s boys, the two teams fighting to the death in my depths. 

“Damn, that was a big load,” I marveled as I dismounted him, a torrent of pearly cum escaping my gaping hole, sliding down his shaft. 

“I think that’s more than just my cum,” Alec observed astutely, watching as I knelt between his legs and sucked his cummy cock clean. “There’s definitely some Bryce mixed in there.”

“You want to taste some of Bryce?” I offered, bringing my lips to Alec’s, sharing the melange of cum upon my tongue. 

“Mmm, Bryce and I taste good together,” Alec licked his lips as we parted. “He and I will make a beautiful baby inside of you.”

“I only want your baby inside me,” I teased, going in for another post-coital kiss, our tongues dancing. 

“When are you and Bryce studying together again?” Alex asked, taking me into his strong arms as I rolled over next to him. 

“Thursday night—before the big test on Friday,” I answered, resting my head upon his hairy chest. 

“Good,” Alec planted a kiss upon the top of my head. “Plan on having Bryce over here to study next time. I think it would be fun to tag your ass with him.”

Dad told me to get out of the hotel, "I didn't pay for this vacation for you to sit and do nothing!" Yeah whatever dude. I remember feeling hella self concious about coming out here to the beach, something about being pale I think? Dude thats the fuckin point of sunbathing! I dont know what I was thinking- but I got set up out here on a towel and this chick runs up to me. Here tities were HUGE. She asked me if I wanted to play volleyball with her huhuhu. Obviously I did, who wouldn't? She took me back to her friends and we played for a bit, they kept whispering to eachother about me I think– I mean, not like I was hiding how turned on I was. Fuck thats the bad part about having a dick this big, I can't ever get it down!

I had to tear off my shirt because it felt too tight, that shit was about to rip anyways with the way these puppies have been growin.

But I fucked her hard as hell, her and her friends took turns riding me like a stallion. They couldn't handle all of me by themself. Who could? Her twink friend couldn't stop touching my abs, just constantly caressing them. Had to put him in his place lmao. But yeah, been a pretty good day so far, gotta go see if those cunts are ready for round three of this dick.

"Just a little something to take the edge off."

That little something was a powder called Ovid's Wet Dream, and it had found its way inside of Eli's morning coffee courtesy of Silas. Now, Silas clutches his legs as he watches his equally nerdy friend explode in height.

"I'm so fucking horny!"

Silas is practically drooling at the sight of Eli's modest erection begins fattening. Eli's sweatpants are so thin and soaked with pre-cum that they're practically see-through, and do little to hide the inflating sausage between his legs. The cock's head flares and pushes out pre at a more urgent rate, as his balls begin churning and inflating with backed-up cum, becoming veritable, hairy baseballs between his legs. Eli's balls flood his body with testosterone. Sweat begins pouring out of his body, his pubes and pit air thickening and growing denser.

"I'm glad it feels good!" Silas says, encouragingly, squirming as his 5-inch erection brushes against his shorts.

Eli only moans in assurance as his frail chest begins inflating. If Eli had the mental faculties to do so, he would be asking lots of questions. But through the drool flooding out of his mouth, it's obvious the mental changes the powder promised are steadily kicking in. The overwhelming flood of hormones makes the loss of Silas's intelligence even more pronounced as he begins mindlessly humping, thrusting his hips, desperate for release as his cock surges to 9, thick, long inches. The head of his cock pumps a steady stream of pre down his knee.

"Fuck, bro!"

"Oh my god," Silas mutters, licking his lips.

Now, the most important question is why. Why is Silas watching his friend play with his fattening nipples, moaning like a whore and groaning with pleasure as his chest begins inflating with displaced fat and muscle? Why is Silas slowly stroking himself as Eli begins furiously massaging his expanding muscle tits, his hands cracking and inflating, becoming thick and veiny, callouses forming on his hands as workout routines replace complex math problems in Eli's shrinking brain? Why is Silas drooling from horniness as Eli flexes an expanding bicep and shows off his fattening arm, the thick hair growing beneath his pits, damp and sweaty, reeking of musk and testosterone?

Well, the poor guy is a virgin.

Still.

Eli stands and grabs his tight shirt, abs carving themselves into his stomach, and rips it clean down the collar. His back widens and thickens, biceps pumping with more meat as he bumps his beyond hard dick against his desk, files deleting themselves from his computer. All of his math homework? Gone. All of his coding programs? Gone. In their place is all the gay porn the gay, horny jock can possibly masturbate to whenever his massive, constantly producing bull balls need draining. The aroma of cum, sex, sweat, and musk fills both Eli and Silas's noses. It makes Silas's hole twitch, clenching in feverish anticipation, and only inflates Eli's burgeoning ego, and his burgeoning ass. The pancake ass begins stuffing itself with muscle and fat just like his pecs, the cheeks filling out whatever room is left in his straining, soaked sweatpants as his thighs, calves, and feet begin growing to match his upper body.

Eli looks at Silas with half-lidded eyes, cloudy with lust. He bites his lip as the cocky streak in him begins growing, seeing the cute twink in a different, much less platonic light as his pale skin begins growing a healthy tan, moaning as his nipples expand further, becoming more sensitive as more heft is packed onto his already meaty chest.

All Silas has ever wanted was to lose his virginity. Eli lost his recently but that's only because Eli was bolder, a little more comfortable using the apps than Silas ever was. It filled him with jealousy as Eli gushed about the experience. How nice the man was. How careful he was. Silas sat there silently fuming and mildly embarrassed at the fact that he was seemingly such a late bloomer. So many people he'd met had fucked already. And here he was, fingering himself and quietly moaning into his hand as he came. Besides, none of the men on the apps fit the exact parameters that Silas was looking for. Sure they were hunky, but did they have such a fat ass splitting the back of their sweatpants, the hairy globes released into the air and nearly clapping from their size? Did they have such meaty, juicy thighs sandwiching their fat nuts? Did they have such huge, musky feet, stretching across the carpeting, the toes thickening and thin hairs growing on the backs of them, the musk adding to the heady smell in the air, making Silas woozy with lust? Did they think with the head between their legs more often than the one on their shoulders?

Eli groans in pleasure, his newly deep voice ricocheting through the small room. His computer bloats into a massive, color-changing gaming computer. Java closing itself and COD showing up on the computer screen.

For Eli, he's never felt so good in his life. His brain totally devoid of worries and fears. No anxieties at all. He's just horny as shit. His brain is a carousel of images involving some bottom in front of him, their hole clutching tight to his thick dick, the massive schlong buried deep in their holes as it gains another inch in length and girth. Or his fat ass being impaled by one of his workout buddies, bent over in the musky locker room, cock oozing on the floor as his eyes loll in pleasure. He rubs his chiseling chin, moaning in approval as a thick beard begins growing on his chin. A baseball cap appears on his head, his wardrobe simplifying into the only attire necessary for a horned up jock like him. Sneakers, tank tops, basketball shorts, sweatpants, tight jeans, tighter polos, nipples and pecs and abs and dense, meaty biceps forever in display. Begging for a worshipper to lick him from head to toe. To swallow his cock down to the base, nose buried in the thick, musky pubes.

His cock strains with backed-up cum. His torn T-shirt (size small? Why the fuck did he buy such a small shirt) draped over the boner that's finally broken free of his destroyed sweatpants.

Silas mouth falls open and he gasps.

"Shit, bro I didn't know you were in here," Eli says, pressing down on his dick and making it bob. His dick pulses hungrily.

"Um," Silas says, speech temporarily shorted out by his own boner and the musk spreading through the room.

"I was gonna game," Eli says, "but then you walked by me with those shorts on." He bites his lip. "That ass looks perfect."

"I'm a virgin," Silas blurts and then blushes.

Eli only chuckles, before standing and letting the shirt slide off and his cock to bob in front of the mesmerized twink in its full, drippy glory. He wonders why he never considered fucking his nerdy friend before, maybe as a reward for doing his homework or something. Yeah, maybe he should start doing that. It's hard to pay attention to some dumb professor when all your dick wants to do is bust a nut everywhere. Maybe his friend and roomy here could help him with his large problem.

Eli cups Silas's chin in his hand.