Jock20

Quite the proportions

Since I started with Coach’s routine I can’t stop flexing when told to. It’s like I feel like I gotta get bigger and show off at every opportunity, man.

And, like, it’s like I gotta bust a nut like every five minutes

Did this happen with you, bro? You gotta help me out cuz I feel like I can’t go back now, man.

Some guys want to be transformed. And some guys, like Andrew?

They need it.

The college student spent every waking moment obsessing over himself, or rather, who he needed to be. His tall, slim frame, which would've been more than enough for most guys, left him wanting, well, needing, so much more.

He wanted the same short, dark hair that sprouted from his head to cover every inch of his body: a thick, bristly beard and a trail from his chest down, and down, and down. Enough hair to trap all that sweat from the gym and brew it into a rich, deep, manly musk.

And he wanted there to be more inches of him, more thick, corded muscle bulging underneath his skin covered in all that hair.

He knew what he needed: Big, dumb, hairy, musky, sweaty, manly.

The thought crept into his head during every lecture, every study session, every late night spent cramming for an exam.

His mind wandered, and so did his hands, touching and tracing and stroking and pumping to the thought…

Big, dumb, hairy, musky, sweaty, manly.

"Can you help me?"

I don't know what he had in mind by help, but he got it. I can't count how many of protein shakes I crammed down his throat, or the number of supplements and vitamins and minerals for muscle and hair growth I packed into each I made him slurp down.

He started cutting class (my idea, well, order).

I don't know if there was a formula, but I can tell you his grades slipped further and further with each extra pound he benched in the gym. He stopped thinking, and just started being.

He was such a good bro, and the way his face lit up when his chest hair started coming in? Perfection. And when he told me he was dropping out? Words can't describe it.

I pushed him hard and fast, and he obeyed better than I could have expected.

And now Andrew's big, dumb, hairy, musky, and sweaty. He's a man.

He thinks he's dominant, and around other bros? Oh, he's the alpha wolf. But around me…?

Well, every wolf is a pup at some point.

This stud follows me, as I'm about to take shower after workout. Usually I would just change quickly and go home but today I had to take shower at the gym, since I had another appointment right after that and didn't want to lose time, going home. We both walk into the showers — it's a small 9 ft x 12 ft room with a bench and towel rack on the right side, and four shower heads on the left side, without any dividers between them. I pull off my trunks quickly and leave them on the bench. Then I go to the furthest shower head and turn it on, letting the water flow down. It takes some time to find the right temperature. I squeeze out some shower gel and start soaping myself, with my front facing the corner. Despite my strong desire to strike a gaze on the guy next to me, I try to ignore him. But my body is more difficult to deceive...

My cock slowly starts hardening. I try to ignore it and think about something else but it doesn't help.

"Nice ass, boy", a deep voice from behind surprises me and make my cock twitch.

I turn my head and look at the stud. He stands under the water flow in all his beauty, staring at me with a smile. Involuntary my gaze wanders down to the massive shaft hanging between his thighs. It was just a short moment but the guy notices it and to tease me more, he shakes his hips making that python swing left and right.

"Hahah, you like what you see?"

I turn back and try to avoid him. But then I feel how he steps closer, stoping just inches away from me. And then... a loud smack hits my butt, echoing over the room. I jerk and turn around, "What are you doing?". At that moment I just hope nobody else is in the locker room and can't hear that.

"I couldn't help by the view of that ass. It would be so nice to pound it," he scans my body and stops at my crotch, "Oh... somebody's little dick is already excited", he puts his hand on my rock hard cock, making it completely disappear wrapped by his palm, and squeezes it slightly. An intense joy strokes through my whole body.

"Please, stop," my voice trembles, "I'm not into that..." I lie. That's exactly what I have dreamt of but at this moment it feels too frightening.

Luckily he didn't have a negative reaction; if anything, he seemed overly enthusiastic about getting to share a house with you, with him going on and on about how he'd apparently always wanted to try living with a queer but he'd not known how to go about setting it up. You weren't sure what he'd meant by that exactly, but not wanting to rock the boat after he'd taken the unexpected revelation so well, you'd simply smiled back and half-jokingly said that as it was getting late, you'd give him a crash course on living with a queer once you'd had some sleep.

Upon hearing that, he'd beamed a smile at you and said he understood and that he'd see you first thing tomorrow to get started. He'd then marched himself off to bed, seemingly keen on tomorrow coming as quickly as possible. Confused but too tired to give it much thought, you went straight to bed yourself, with your last thoughts before you fell asleep being about what your new roommate could possibly want from you first thing in the morning.

You found out how literal he meant first thing tomorrow when you woke up to find your roommate standing by your bed, right by your head. As soon as he saw that you were awake, he wasted no time in pulling down his pants to reveal his already hard cock. "Morning, roomie! Sorry for sneaking in, but I just couldn't wait anymore. I've been reading online all about how good gay guys are at giving head and how willing they are to take any cock all night, and I'm about to bust! So you best get started before I make a mess all over your bed." He'd said with a grin while giving his hard cock a flick with his hand, causing it to wobble back and forth right in front of your face.

If he weren't dangling his thick meat right in front of your face and you weren't able to smell the thick, pungent musk coming from it, perhaps you would have had enough self-control to reject him. To correct him on his ignorance and politely but firmly tell him that you weren't some slut who'd just suck off any random straight guy who showed you his cock just because you were a gay man. And that even if you had that type of guy, you were actually in a serious long-term exclusive relationship with a loving partner whom you wouldn't just cheat on at the drop of a hat.

In actual fact, however, you didn't even give your partner a second thought. As soon as you saw and smelled the thick meat in front of you, all you could do was open up your drooling mouth wide enough to let your roommate feed his member into it. True to his word, your roommate didn't last long, with him filling your mouth with his load in no time at all as he roared about how good it felt wrapped around him.

The quick release didn't bother you much, not when he suggested that you and he could spend the day in the house together getting to know each other. You lost count of the number of loads you got out of him that day. You at least found out the soundproofing was very good, as surely the neighbors would have complained about how loudly your roommate was moaning about how your mouth was the best he'd ever had and that he should have moved in with a queer ages ago.