Real Target

Real Target

A few hours after noon, Oskar was watching from the bushes a couple standing in front of a metal bench talking in the middle of a somewhat crowded park. One of them was Jake, the smallest of the two, and with a somewhat tired look. But the one who interested Oskar the most was the other, Christopher, who spoke to Jake with a carefree smile that gave him an involuntary sex appeal, with the curious way his tight shirt fit against his pecs.

Oskar, eager to prove what was hidden under there, couldn't help but stir inside the bush, although he didn't care at all. The unusual blizzard hid his presence. They were the perfect conditions for the being to enjoy that view. And how to blame him? Oskar had spent the afterlife wandering around the park near the university looking with envy at the shameless way in which others enjoyed his sensations; He really missed being able to feel pleasure, being able to kiss, experience carnal desires, and when he discovered that he was capable of possessing by chance when he took the form of a dog that wanted to urinate by placing itself where he was a few days ago, with someone as attractive as Christopher, Oskar knew what he wanted to do. Oskar slid his semi-blue, semi-transparent body across the black asphalt until he reached the bench so he could hear what they were saying and see if he had a chance.

“So, what did you decide to do with Carla?” Jake asked, as if the topic didn't matter to him that much.

“I broke up with her and honestly, it didn't hurt at all…” both men laughed lightly.

So he is without commitment, Oskar thought, increasingly convinced of his decision. But it can't be now, Oskar thought. He never liked attention, and he suspected that taking possession of Christopher wouldn't be so easy under those circumstances. If his mind is as strong as his body, it wouldn't be the best, he told himself.

“So… will you come to my apartment now to play?”

“Well of course, bro,” Jake replied, “although I'll go later, maybe in the evening, I have to finish some things, you know…” he winked and Christopher snorted.

“Well,” he said, adjusting his backpack. “I'll take a nap while you arrive.”

“Got it.”

Oskar watched his loot walk away, blending into the crowd. The ghost grimaced and looked towards Jake, who seemed to slink away. Curiosity overcame the spirit, so he found himself following it. Jake walked towards the nearest shopping center and entered one of the cubicles. Oskar crept over to the toilet where he went, and watched stealthily as Jake unbuttoned his pants, pulled down his boxers, and revealed his not very erect penis.

Jake peed for a few seconds while letting out a loud sigh. He took a piece of toilet paper, wiped his meatus and was about to put his pants back on when he felt his phone vibrate.

After throwing away the paper, Jake proceeded to take out his cell phone. He checked it and instantly his cock became erect. "Hell already, these pussies look very sexy, ready to take a good hammer," he commented, biting his lip for a moment.

Faced with such a cock right in front of him, Oskar did not waste the opportunity. "Here we go!" he said before launching himself headlong into that pinkish glans.

It took Jake several seconds to realize what was happening. The sudden low temperatures he felt on his dick made him look down and he was surprised to see a bluish mass snaking in his pisshole.

"What the...!!" he shouted, but was cut off by a moan coming from himself. Oskar entered little by little while Jake waved his hands around his penis to grab or scare the ghost away, but to no avail. "Get… out… fuck… ah yeah… no…get… of… me!!" 

He screamed and crashed back into the door. A feeling of repulsive pleasure ran through his body as Oskar entered him. It was nauseating and yet exciting, sensual, pleasurable... Jake could do nothing but moan until all of Oskar entered him.

Jake's body began to shake uncontrollably, hitting the walls of the cubicle. A cold, gelatinous sensation spread and spread inside the man's body. Only screams and grunts of pleasure came from Jake's mouth, and as all of Oskar occupied every inch of Jake, his body fell to the floor with a thud, missing the toilet.

Jake opened his eyes slowly, but they had taken on a bluish hue. He was no longer the same: Oskar was in control.

"Whew... that was a battle..." Oskar whispered between gasps. He took Jake's cell phone, put it in one of his pockets and stood up, fixing his pants. He watched his new arms, a little hairier and thicker than before, his chest rising and falling as he breathed at an increasingly regular pace, and the way his clothes (especially his pants) fit around his body, giving a suggestive connotation to Jake's casual clothing. "But it was worth like hell," he added, running his new hands over his new abdomen, his bulge slightly noticeable.

Someone knocked on the cubicle door.  “Hey, man, is everything okay? You were yelling and there was a lot of noise…”

 “No, no, don't worry,” Jake said through Oskar;  the feeling of his new voice running down his throat was warm, though not entirely perfect. “I saw a huge insect and I have a phobia of them, so I went crazy, hehehe…” he explained quickly.

 “Okay, happy rest of the afternoon!”

“Yeah, bye…” Oskar bent down to check that no one else was in the bathroom so he could leave safely. Once he verified it, he opened the cubicle. “Now, to the main plate,” he added before leaving the public bathroom.

Christopher had never been the type of boy to believe in spirits, ghosts, or paranormal activities. He lived his life with complete tranquility without thinking that those kinds of things could affect him, being a university student a few semesters away from starting his thesis. He didn't have many friends and had ended an unsatisfactory relationship, but that's how he preferred it: he didn't want to get involved with anything.

He was curled up in his bed just minutes after saying goodbye to Jake. He was hoping to get some sleep before his video game night with his pal Jake. He just closed his eyes when he heard someone knock on the door. A shiver ran down his spine as he stood up.

“Who will it be at this time?” he wondered as he got out of bed. He only had on shorts and sandals. He walked to the door and was surprised when, upon opening it, he found Jake leaning on the threshold.

There was something different, it seemed to Chris, because he didn't remember his friend looking like that... well, like he had upgraded. And there was something about it that seemed strange to him.

“Jake! I thought you would be here later,” Chris said and stepped aside for Jake to enter. “I haven't prepared anything.”

“Oh, don't worry,” Jake responded as he looked around Chris's apartment as if for the first time. “My matter ended earlier than expected.”

“That's nice,” Chris said as he closed the door. “Sit over there and settle in as I prepare everything.”

“Oh, no need,” Jake said. He curled his lips into a lopsided smile before slowly approaching Chris.

"What's up dude? You look strange,” Chris said, confused by Jake's way of acting, but before he could ask anything else, Jake launched into kissing him on the lips. He had been very passionate, more than he would have received from any girl, and yet, Chris couldn't help but push Jake, causing him to fall on his ass on the floor. “Bro, what the fuck!!” He shouted, looking at Jake with a mixture of disgust and intrigue while he “wiped” his mouth.

"What's happening? I didn't think you'd take it like that,” Jake replied, standing up, observing Chris's face and body with unusual intensity. “I always wanted to do it… I love you!”

That statement made something shake in Chris' mind. Who had been his friend since they entered university, with whom he shared classes, laughs and afternoons of games, who had even been there for him when he talked about his experiences with women, was in love with him? That same person who had kissed him like that out of nowhere, joining his lips with his and tasting his tongue?

It was the craziest thing that had happened in his life and yet... he couldn't deny that he had liked him; In fact, he noticed that his penis had even hardened. And it wasn't until that moment, when Chris realized that Jake's eyes had a bluish tint.

“Jake… your eyes look different,” Chris said as if he were in a little trance, as if there was nothing else he wanted to do but admire his mate.

"So?" Jake said with a mischievous little smile and approached again. “Are they more… pretty?”

Something deep inside Chris wanted to run away from there, get away from that creep at any cost. But that desire was as foreign as if it were an intrusive thought. Jake suddenly looked attractive and, despite his build being inferior to his in several ways, desirable.

“They're so much sexier,” Chris whispered, surrendering to the man in front of him, and, surrendering to his own feelings, he reciprocated the kiss Jake gave him instantly. The part of Chris that wanted to flee screamed in his mind, but he was drowned out by the pleasure coursing through his body. Chris didn't react negatively when Jake put his hands on his chest, rubbing him gently, but instead wrapped his arms around his waist while they continued with their lips together, in that game of tongues. It was hot, comfortable and quite sloppy from all the saliva, and yet it was the only thing Chris focused on. It was too good, indeed, very good.

But suddenly, Chris felt a completely opposite sensation on his tongue and, out of shock, he quickly separated from Jake, opening his eyes after he stopped feeling his touch.

"What's wrong? I thought you liked me," Jake asked, with a hint of irritation that was missed by Chris.

"It's just that I felt something strangely cold and slimy..." Chris said as if he was coming out of a trance, and as such, he realized what he had done, reflecting on his face in the way his eyes opened and his mouth of shock.

At no point in his life had he been attracted to other men and yet he couldn't deny what he did or how he felt, although something inside him seemed to believe that it hadn't been entirely voluntary.

He looked back at Jake...was that his idea or had he gotten a little taller? Because he didn't remember Jake's eyes being on the same level as his own, did he?

Jake clicked his tongue. "No, I didn't feel it," he said, "but how about we continue in bed? If, of course, you wanted us to be something.

"Of course…” No… he wanted to say, but instead it came out: "yes, we could be a couple..." he said with a silly smile, almost unlike him.

"Thank you dear." Jake smiled and kissed him again.

They both continued kissing and undressed before jumping into bed. Due to the heat of the moment, Chris couldn't reflect on what was happening, he only cared about pleasure, letting out those feelings that were still somewhat foreign; Jake stopped kissing his lips but instead continued planting kisses as he moved down his body until he reached the tip of his cock. Chris felt a tingle and looked down at Jake, who was smiling at the prospect of having said member before him, as if he had been waiting for it for so long.

Without saying a word, just a clash of glances, Jake began to suck him. Chris couldn't suppress his moans while he pinched his nipples with one of his hands and with the other he massaged Jake's face and hair. Jake moved up and down, feeling every inch of that huge meat. Chris felt in heaven, comfortable with his cock inside Jake's warm core. But suddenly, again, he felt that cold, rubbery feeling again, so he moved Jake so that his cock was free.

"What happened?" Jake asked with a quick movement of his right eyelid and a hint of irritation more noticeable than the other times.

"I almost came," Chris said. "I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter, dear... Are you ready for me to put it in?"

"What?"

Chris's alarms went off, but the blue look Jake gave him once again tamed his nerves. He settled down a little more and stretched his legs, so that Jake had all the way clear.

"I like it that way..." Jake whispered, using his saliva to wet his own dick and shoving it into Chris's hole.

At first it hurt, but it only took a few seconds of getting used to it for the pleasure to take over. In fact, his moans were even louder than before. Jake thrust again and again as he kissed him repeatedly. It was one of the nicest, hottest things, and the act lasted several minutes when both Chris and Jake cummed squirts. Chris felt Jake's warm fluid move inside him, filling him little by little, followed by something cold.

Jake fell hyperventilating on top of Chris, as if he were asleep or unconscious while Chris regulated his breathing. However, everything looked more and more blurry and his sensations were more and more diffuse, more confusing, until suddenly... something changed.

What… Chris said, or rather thought, since nothing came out of his mouth.

"Hehehe... finally," said 'Chris' with satisfaction. He moved Jake to the side (without removing his penis) so he could massage his own body as if it were a new acquisition, a new prize... Still smiling, he added: "After so much, I finally did it... You're all mine, Christopher."

At that moment 'Chris' noticed Jake moving. Apparently he was waking up.

"I don't know what that was..." he drawled, almost drunk-like, "but it was amazing... Where are we?"

Suddenly, 'Chris' pushed Jake to the other side, so that this time Jake was on the bottom. 'Chris' pulled Jake's cock out of his asshole and put the tip of his own cock into Jake's hole. He saw that Jake had returned to his original form and it was he who saw in 'Chris' a bluish tone in his eyes.

"We're about to start round two, babe, are you ready?" 'Chris' said before kissing him intensely and inserting his penis and then starting to ram him with his huge cock.

"Oh fuck..." Jake moaned, clutching his arms behind Chris' back. "This... is... amazing..."

"Oh, indeed it is..." Chris groaned, seeing what he had achieved. "Of course it is..."

Down There

A/N: Hi there! Today's my birthday, so I wanted to celebrate it with you publishing this mask story! Hope you enjoy!

The sun was already setting when a young man finished placing a box.

"Whew!! Good thing we're done with all our stuff, right, Henry?," Logan asked as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his palm.

Logan and Henry became housemates, but they decided to pool their income so they could pay for the house together. They had met months ago in a Basic Biology class, which was mandatory for everyone in all majors; Logan was studying Computer Science while Henry was studying Tourism. For the past week they had been moving their things and arranging the house until finally all the boxes had been put in place.

"Yes," Henry said, running a small towel through his blonde hair. "Since I'm not so sweaty, I think I'll order a pizza, good for you?" he asked with a slight blush on his cheeks. He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt that barely had any visible sweat stains.

"Okay," Logan replied, "pepperoni, if possible. As for me, I'll be taking a bath in my new room!" he finished with a croon.

Logan went to his room and undressed; he was a little stocky, with his short black hair and a bit of hair on his chest. He went into the bathroom and took a bath with warm water. It took him a few minutes to come out. He dried himself off, wrapped the towel around his waist and lay down on his bed. As he did so, he let out a whimper.

"Oh!" Logan said, checking between the sheets, as he felt something hard under him. He stirred and stirred until he found a green wooden mask. "And this ugly thing?" he asked with some sarcasm.

He got out of bed, opened the door of his room and leaned on the threshold. From there he could see Henry in the living room, who was holding his phone, as if he had hung up not long ago.

"Hey, Henry! Is this mask yours?" he asked, sticking out his arm with the mask on, so he could see it.

When Henry turned around, a stronger blush colored his face as he saw part of Logan's naked torso, noticing from afar some stubborn drops of water that still caressed his body as they went down. Henry looked away from him until he focused on the mask and a strange grimace formed on his face. "N-no, Logan, maybe it belonged to the previous owner and he forgot about it during the move, I-I guess..."

"Well, finders, keepers," Logan added with a smile before closing the door again and lying on the bed. "Though who would want to own something so horrible?" he said with a short laugh.

He set the mask aside on the bed turned upside down, back side up. Throwing the towel somewhere else, he went through his cabinets and took out his clothes, placing them on the bed, over the mask. First he put on the deodorant, then a red t-shirt.

His underwear was just above the mask. When Logan took it, the shadow of his cock was projected on the mask and it, in turn, reflected a slight green glow.

"Huh?" Logan murmured, lowering his gaze to the mask, although he dismissed it, taking it for some optical illusion. For some reason unknown to him, his cock had become semi-hard. "What happened?" he said as he decided whether to touch his penis or not, although in the end he decided not to. He turned to put the underwear on, so he didn't notice another soft, faint glow from the mask. Logan turned again to put on some blue shorts, but just then, he heard something slide on the sheet.

"But what the…?!" Logan shouted as he felt something collide with his crotch, causing him to stumble backwards.

It had taken him a few seconds to realize that it had been the mask, which came to life and —accompanied by the incessant creak of the twisting wood— began to expand, forming tendrils at the edges, and stretching around his manhood.

"No no no no…," he said as he tried to push it away from him, but it seemed kind of sticky. Logan grabbed the edges and pulled on them, but they fought much harder. Logan bit back a moan as the mouth hole portion of the mask rubbed his balls while the metal rod area moved against his hardening dick. He didn't know how, but the sensation became so enveloping that he put aside the tendrils, and they surrounded the entire area, like a second underwear. 

Thanks to @kermit43 for the edited pic.

Suddenly, Logan fell to the floor with a thud, his boxers emitting a light for a few seconds that blinded Logan, and when he looked again, he realized that his boxers, which were tight and moved slightly against his member (whose erection was more than noticeable), had turned lime green, similar to a reflective surface. "Oh, fuck..." he moaned, closing his eyes, lowering his head and biting his lower lip slightly and unconsciously.

"Henry, i-it's not what you think...!" Logan said getting up quickly.

The door to his room burst open and Henry appeared under the threshold. He looked down and met Logan's gaze. Both men blushed heavily.

"N-no, it's okay, it's okay… I should have…" Henry looked his roommate up and down and fixed his gaze on Logan's huge, ripped member. "The pizza's here, it's on the table," he said hurriedly and left, closing the door.

"Great…" Logan growled, ashamed. 

Logan touched his green underwear and tried to take it off, but he only managed to stretch it several centimeters as if it were made of rubber: when he let it go, the discarded thing came back to him with momentum.

"Ow, ow, ow..." he moaned. "I don't know what happened, but I hope nothing bad happens to me..."

Logan went to his bed to put on his shorts. He took them carefully, as if they too were going to attack him. He put one leg in, then the other, pulled them up and closed them.

"Fuck…!" He groaned and covered his mouth. His new boxers had vibrated, and his penis shook to the rhythm. "Oh god, no, fuck… sh…" Logan clung to the bed, because the pleasure he felt made him unable to contain himself. His breathing was labored and he kept his mouth ajar. Then, the vibration stopped and Logan was able to finish putting on his shorts. "Wow… I don't know how I'll handle this."

As his stomach growled, Logan left the room and found Henry, who had eaten two pieces of pizza. The smell of pizza made Logan sit next to Henry and he began to eat pizza without saying a word to him, still uncomfortable. Logan was biting off the last piece when…

"Mpfh…" Logan moaned.

"Something happened?" Henry asked as he put the pizza box in the trash.

"N-n-no, no..."

But something did happen. His briefs activated again, only instead of vibrating, they began to suck rapidly, and Logan tried very hard to restrain himself. It felt so fucking good… He wanted to scream and moan uncontrollably, take off his clothes, caress himself and let it all go... But no, he couldn't, and especially not in front of Henry.

"Sh... ye..." he suppressed and grabbed the nearest large object to cover his lap, while he felt how it was sticking out, so that Henry wouldn't notice his erection. The caress that his penis received was felt by him as the most pleasurable electrical impulses.

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong with you?"

"N-no, it's-...mph...f...fine!" He said, getting up, because the suction had just finished, although he felt a little annoyed. "If you want, I'll wash the dishes."

"It couldn't hurt…" Henry murmured, sniffed his armpit and grimaced in agreement. He looked at Logan warily, as if he expected he was going to get weird again, and blushed, looking away. "As for while I finish putting things around here in place." 

And Henry started arranging the cushions when Logan went to wash the dishes. As Logan rubbed soap into one of them, he waited with censored impatience for that sensation to happen again. He cleaned plate after plate and nothing happened until he finished.

"Uuh!" He moaned again, but this time he felt his buttocks vibrate and something slimy got into the slot between them until it caressed his hole, like someone touching a fragile surface.

"Really, Logan, wh-what the hell is wrong with you?" Henry inquired.

"I-I-I... Fuck!" He shouted, looking up, the viscous thing had entered him and gave him a gentle thrust. When he looked at Henry, he said, "I-I need to be in my room!!"

And Logan ran as best he could to his room, moaning uncontrollably. He took off his shorts and t-shirt, lay down on the bed and let himself be carried away by the pleasure. Seeing his green boxers, the sucking sensation returned; he could hear the sound of a rubber band stretching as his underwear vibrated. Being pounded from front and back, Logan moaned loudly as he brought his hands to his nipples and massaged them. He moaned so loudly that he couldn't hear the sound of the door opening slightly.

It was one of the best experiences he had had. He had very colorful cheeks and his tongue was sticking out. He opened and closed his eyes at any pace. He felt how his balls were filling more and more, as they stood out along with his long penis under the rubber of his clothing, which was stretching more and more outward, as if he wanted to make more room for that big dick.

"F... Almost there... Shit... Already, already..." he moaned, and his underwear stretched further and further out, but he held on firmly to his butt, as if it were being expelled but it held on to avoid it. Logan was almost there, he could almost expel everything, just a few more rubs...

"HOLY SHIT!!" Logan shouted, releasing an immense stream of cum.

The mask, stained with semen until it was dripping, had come loose from his underwear and flew away, guided by the stream of semen.

At that moment, Henry entered.

'Logan! What's wrong with you...?'

But he was interrupted because the mask had collided with his face, making him stagger back. Much of the stream of cum hit Henry's face, entering mainly through the horizontal hole of the mask and, as Henry had been left speechless in surprise, the instant after the mask hit his face, the semen entered through his face. mouth.  Henry, with a bitter taste in his mouth, realized that what was on his face was moving with impetus.  

The mask extended its edges and took a few seconds to cover the blonde's entire head. Henry didn't know what was happening. He fell to the ground gasping, as he felt electrical pulses run through his body. With every gasp, with every moan, a heat expanded within him, as if his blood was boiling. With a *crack* his right arm increased in size;  *crack*, it followed his left one, then his legs.  *Rip*, his shirt was torn, and finally, so were his pants.  

Henry looked at Logan, and through the mirror he noticed how the wood of the mask twisted against his facial features, but in an instant a pink sheet fell over him, which covered him, although it could not hide his moans and grunts, which gradually became more low and pleasant.

Logan, still panting, had watched everything with a hanging boner that was shaking slightly, like a tree in the dark trying to find the light. He looked expectantly at the result. When Henry stood up, he noticed that he had increased in size. Henry removed the sheet and revealed a new figure.

The new being was much more corpulent and hairy than the old Henry, which added a lot of attractiveness to him. But what most captivated was his huge green head, like a second skin that imitated his perfectly. His hair had turned gray, and white drops fell on the edges of his face, which he, in a jiffy, licked to clean himself.

"I feel invincible!!" he shouted, flexing his muscles. "Oh, Holy Fuck" he moaned as he admired his huge cock.

His dark eyes stared at Logan, shining with desire. That new Henry felt a strange power running through his body, as if he were capable of doing anything; he brought his arms in front of him and stretched them, surrounding Logan, he brought his naked body close to his own and kissed him deeply, with desire. The kisses were so wet and Henry's tongue felt so long, Logan thought that's what it would feel like if he were kissed by Venom; however, he thoroughly enjoyed it. Traces of saliva fell from their lips, but they didn't care: they hugged each other and felt their warm bodies until the lack of air forced them to separate.

"I've always wanted to do that! How about we take action?!" Henry asked, smiling lasciviously. "But first…!"

Out of nowhere he pulled out a huge paint roller and passed it around the room. Instantly, it was transformed into a more comfortable and intimate space, illuminated with aromatic candles and a dim ceiling lamp, and the bed covered with red sheets. Henry pushed Logan so that he was on his back, watching as Henry approached with his tongue hanging out and, crawling, walked over the bed to be on top of him.

"Now, without further ado," he whispered and, to Logan's surprise, aligned his ass with Logan's penis, which, although erect, was very small compared to the bottle that was Henry's.

Logan groaned. "But I wanted to get the big deal!"  he squealed in disappointment.

"Really? We can fix that!" Henry snapped his fingers and his penis stretched and moved as if he came to life, similar to a snake. The cock circled around Henry to the left of him and moved down until Logan felt a tingle there in his hole. At the same time, Henry forced both cocks into their intended holes, and a grunt escaped from both men's mouths. "Now we are ready..."

And the couple unleashed their unbridled desires throughout the night.

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so i was sitting there. barbecue sauce on my tiddies.

Big bros...

Are Muscles Hot?

Can you imagine being a 19-year-old who doesn’t 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 didn’t know everyone wanted to have sex with you?

Growing up in rural Wisconsin, you could argue that I didn’t 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 didn’t leave much else to do, other than farm and yard work, but it wasn’t as bad as it sounds. Don’t 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, I’m Josh, and I love reading, yet not as much as Joe, my real passion being working out.  

When I was younger, I wasn’t 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 couldn’t 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 press—none 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 couldn’t 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 “muscles” being blocked on our computer, there wasn’t 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.  

During my first night down there I remember trying a little bit of everything, except any of the weight-based machines, which I couldn’t 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t 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 couldn’t 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 5’11, 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 Jimmy’s 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 “big” 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 couldn’t 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 wouldn’t go for it. After finally working myself up to asking them, I didn’t 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 didn’t stick. Honestly, I felt ashamed, but it was something I wanted, and I wasn’t going to give up.  

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 couldn’t believe that I would be leaving the only home I had ever known for at least an entire year—a 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 father’s face. That definitely made me feel a little ashamed of my feelings, but I wasn’t 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.

“I’m starting to regret this decision already,” my dad muttered under his breath, awaking me from my day dreaming.

“Don’t worry dad, you know me, like what’s really the worst that can happen,” I responded back trying to reassure him as best as I could.

“Just remember that you’re here to learn, and nothing else,” 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.

“Well hey there, my name is Ashley, need any help getting your dorm key,” one of them said while giving me a big smile and playing with her hair.

“Hey, I’m Michelle,” added the other girl with a similar grin and bubbly attitude. “It doesn’t seem like you need ANY help moving in your stuff with those muscles, but we’re here to help make the transition into your dorm room as easy as possible,”

“Actually, I would really appreciate your help, thanks so much,” 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.

“Jesus dude, I thought you’d at least knock,” said the guy I would later find out was my roommate Patrick.

“Fuck,” 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, it’s 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 don’t 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 they’d take it somewhere else.

“Did you see the look on his face,” said Patrick laughing to himself as he put his t-shirt back on. “He honestly looked like he had never seen two people kiss in his life.”

“Who was looking at this face, did you see that body,” responded Ariana as she finished putting on her jeans. “Like, 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.”

“I’m not going to lie, even I was turned on a little.”

“Maybe he can fuck my brains out, while you watch. You know we’ve been talking about bringing someone else into this.”

“That actually sounds pretty fun, but I doubt he’d be open to it. Plus, he seems pretty straight to me.”

“It’s not like we’d be asking him to screw you, unless you want to try it. You remember that one drunk night with Derek don’t you.”

“I thought we agreed that we wouldn’t talk about it.”

“You just can’t admit that you enjoyed playing around with him, can you?”

“Fine, if it’ll get you off my back, yes, I would really enjoy feeling up this guy’s ripped body.”

“Now that’s the spirit, I’m wet just thinking about it.”

“Well, he might not even come back. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’s off requesting a single after that reaction.”

“That, or someone else snatched him up…”

“Maybe you should get back to your room and let me work him first, see what’s up, you know.”

“Wow, someone wants him all to themselves. At least give me the details if something happens, and I mean all of them.”

“Uh, just go…”

I needed to man up and get back in that room. I’m just an hour into being on my own, and I’m not going to chicken out already. Yes, I’m terrified, I can admit that, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t 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. “Hey, um, it’s your roommate, Josh, sorry about earlier…can I come in or should I come back later…”

Before I could say anything further, Patrick opened the door to the room. He probably stood at around 5’7, pretty skinny, so I must have looked like a giant to him. Now that I was thinking about it, there really hadn’t 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.

“Hey dude, I’m Patrick,” he said. “Sorry about all of that earlier with my girlfriend Ariana, I hadn’t heard from you, so I wasn’t even sure if you were going to show up or not.”

“Yeah, I really don’t do much social media, so that probably didn’t make it easy,” I responded hoping I wouldn’t have to talk about my living situation back home.

“Huh, yeah, that makes sense. But whatever, let’s try to move past it and just get you settled.”

“Thanks, I’d really appreciate it.”

Wow, I’m 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, “do you need help moving that bed man, they’re made surprisingly well and really require two people on each side to lift it up. If I’m being honest, it took my girlfriend and I a lot of effort to move mine. That’s actually, um, why she was here in the first place.”

“No, I think I got it,” I responded while I easily grabbed the frame by the middle and turned it over. “That wasn’t bad at all Patrick.” Then I proceeded to pick up the mini fridge and microwave, placing them under the window in between our desks.

“Fuck dude, those muscles aren’t just for show I guess,” stated Patrick in awe.

“Thanks, I’ve really been working on them for a while. I’m glad to see them coming to good use,” I replied, honestly feeling pretty good about myself.

“Um…any chance I could get a look at them,” uttered Patrick, almost begging for it.

“Sure I don’t see why not,” 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 he’d be interested in training with me. If he wanted, I’d definitely be happy to help him get some muscle on his scrawny physique. “So what do you think Patrick, pretty big right?”

“Dude, your arm is insane,” 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. “So, does this make you want to start working out?”

Beginning to laugh, Patrick replied, “no, I definitely don’t 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, you’re all man. Any chance I could see more?”

“Like this,” I said as I hesitantly lifted my shirt to reveal my giant, monster sized pecs and shredded abs.”

“Holy…fucking…shit man, you’re not a man, you’re some sort of super human, or maybe even a god,” Patrick barely managed to say as he started slowing touching my abs. “I don’t know what to say, I’m just at a loss for words over how beautiful your body is. Like, I can’t stop looking, can’t stop pressing my hand over each muscle. It’s like your body is made of marble, and I’m admiring an amazing piece of art.”

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 couldn’t 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 don’t 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.  

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 didn’t enjoy it, but that doesn’t 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, that’s when I looked down and noticed that my penis was beginning to press up against my jeans. I couldn’t believe what was going on…what had this encounter awakened inside of me?

Running up to Ariana’s 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 didn’t seem that Ariana had initially noticed.

“Woah, woah, woah, what just happened,” yelled out Ariana.

“It’s amazing,” responded Patrick with a mixture of shame and lust in his voice.

“What are you talking about?”

“I got to see his body, it’s beyond perfect.”

“No fucking way, you have to tell me everything.”

“Look at my pants, that should tell you enough.”

“Holy shit, he made you cum without even taking your pants off.”

“I don’t 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 I’ve ever seen in my life. Plus, he clearly loved the attention, like he was flexing all over without me even prompting him. It’s like the world just stopped for a moment and his incredible body was just mine for the taking.”

“God, you’re making me wet just talking about that.”

“Honestly, I was just so embarrassed that I had to get out of the room. Who knows what he must be thinking now…”

“Well, all I know is that I need to get a piece of him, ASAP, and we need to get you cleaned up.”

“ Ha, ha, ha, you’re hilarious.”

“Let’s plan it out though, maybe we can actually make this happen…”

Nothing I was doing seemed to be calming my…member…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 couldn’t 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. That’s 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 couldn’t 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. I’ve 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, I’ve admired my progress in the gym basement plenty of times before, that I can admit. But, after seeing Patrick’s reaction, I couldn’t 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 don’t 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 didn’t 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 Patrick’s 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 kids’ clothes compared to my body. I don’t 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 couldn’t 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 that’s when I saw them in a towel across the room, dropping their shower caddy upon seeming me flexing.

“Now, that’s not fair at all,” said the guy who was clearly staring at my abdominal muscles.

“Sorry, I don’t normally do this,” I replied feeling pretty embarrassed.

“No, don’t worry about it,” he responded as he started to walk closer, “if I looked like that I’d probably be flexing all of the time. I’m Lucas by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Josh,” I said as we found each other right in front of one another. “I completely forgot that there was someone else in here, so I guess I just decided to have a little fun.”

“Oh I bet you have a lot of fun,” he replied seemingly looking me up and down.

I wasn’t 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 couldn’t 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. I’m not sure how much time passed between this interaction, but I honestly didn’t 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.

“You like…abs,” I questioned, almost unsure of what I was saying.

“Well, who doesn’t,” Lucas responded as he moved his fingers up and down each of my abs, attempting, and failing, to push down on each.

“I honestly had no idea people would want to touch my muscles so much,” I replied as a tightened my ab-muscles for him.

“Very funny, they are gorgeous though, like really beautiful,” Lucas said as he licked his lips. “What I really love though are these V-shaped muscles,” 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 didn’t really get why he was enjoying them so much. Yes, it didn’t 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 Lucas’s eyes widened. He had stopped touching my muscles, now staring in awe down at my penis and huge leg muscles.

“Okay, now that’s actually incredibly unfair,” Lucas finally managed to articulate. “How can you look like a god among men and have a monster sized cock. Like I’m pretty skinny, but at least I’ve always been proud of my dick size,” said Lucas as he dropped his own towel to reveal a fully erect penis. “Your fucking dick though…Jesus it blows mine out of the water. You really are big all over, plus that giant ass…for fucks sake…”

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.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my…GOD,” 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. That’s 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 I’ve 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 couldn’t 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 Lucas’s 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t Patrick, as he’d 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?

“Hey, um Josh was it,” Michelle said in a cheery tone, “we were wondering if you’d be able to help us out with something?”

“Sure, I actually just finished setting up my side of the room, so happy to help,” I responded feeling relieved.

“Amazing, we could really use a strong guy like you, we have all of this orientation stuff to move for tomorrow and I don’t know how they expected us to move it all into a storage room in the lounge by ourselves,” added Ashley while she grabbed me by the arm. “We’ll 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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t too bad. If I’m being honest though, it was kind of like a little workout, I was definitely getting a slight pump from it.

“Wow Josh, we knew you were strong, but being able to carry five of those boxes like it’s nothing, that’s kind of hot if you ask me,” said Ashley as she let the storage room door close while I was putting the boxes down.    

“Seriously, there must be something we could do to repay you,” 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 I’m just rationalizing this, but really what was the worst that could happen if I let this go on for a bit.

“I don’t know, what can you do,” 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 couldn’t 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.

“Shit,” 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 didn’t fully understand it, but these two girls were having incredibly powerful reactions to just seeing me like this. But, that wasn’t 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 couldn’t get enough of me. It’s 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 didn’t 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 Ashley’s 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 wasn’t 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 couldn’t 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.

“God Josh, you’re some sort of sex machine, how is this possible,” screamed Ashley as she let out her final moans, falling back against the box she was sitting on.

“I wish this would never end, FUCK, I’m orgasming everywhere,” 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 couldn’t 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 wasn’t sure I could accurately calculate. Yet, most importantly, I felt like I wanted to reach down and grab it more than ever. That’s 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.

“So are you the Sullivan Hunk that everyone on campus is talking about,” said the stranger in an almost joking tone, “I’m Stephen, happy to meet a celebrity.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I responded, completely perplexed at what he meant.

“Well,” he replied, “Ashley and Michelle have been telling everyone how attractive you and your muscles are. Plus, apparently, you’ve effortlessly made Patrick and Lucas uncontrollably cum themselves. Even if it’s just the first day, stuff like that can build you a reputation.”

“Oh my God,” I said as I covered my face with my hands, almost close to tears. “I didn’t 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. I’ve never done anything like this in my life. It’s not like I’ve actually cum before…”

“Woah, dude, you need to relax,” said Stephen reassuringly, “we definitely need to circle back to that storage room incident, but what do you mean you’ve never cum before?”

“Well, growing up, I was homeschooled, so I didn’t have any friends,” I replied more calmly, “and my parents demonized anything sexual, violent, or anything in between really.”

“Man, you were repressed as a kid, no wonder you’re all over the place with this,” said Stephen seeming genuinely concerned. “It really is a recipe for disaster, you have the body that everyone dreams of having sex with, but you have no idea what you’re doing, and think you’re somehow a horrible person for having natural biological urges. Now, you’re just running away from people, while failing to cover up your massive boner on a bench outside.”

As I attempted, and failed, to better conceal my bulge, I replied, “It just feels so wrong, and ever since I’ve come onto this campus, it just seems like I can’t control it.”

“Jesus, of course you can’t control it, the only way to relieve your cock is to actually cum,” chuckled Stephen. “Go 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, it’s always going to feel like an uncontrollable urge that needs to be satiated.”

“I guess…but isn’t it still wrong,” I said as I audibly gulped.

“Hey, I get it, you were raised to think that stuff like this is sinful, but come on,” Stephen replied, hoping to make me feel better. “You have to come to your own conclusions about sex, but, ultimately, the urges aren’t 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?”

Honestly, Stephen was making a lot of sense right now. Here I was, suffering, because I didn’t 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 weren’t monsters for doing so. I can’t 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 that’s what I needed to do now.

“Well,” Stephen said as he put his hand on my leg and started to get up, “I really wish you the best of luck, and, whatever you decide, I just hope you aren’t so hard on yourself.”

Without even thinking, I uncontrollably blurted out, “can you help me?”

Stephen, who’s back was already turned to me, stopped dead in his tracks and replied, “what do you mean?”

“I’ve cum in my sleep before obviously, but I’ve never masturbated,” I reluctantly responded, “and this boner is killing me right now.”

Stephen turned around, and what was confidence during our previous conversation had now become shock, if not fear. “I just want this to be clear…when I walked over here I had no intention of using you for your body. Christ man, you’re a god among men, and I’d love to help, but don’t feel like you need to give me anything. Plus, I’m just your average looking guy, you could do so much better…”

“Stephen, I want this to happen, it’s my choice,” 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 don’t 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 didn’t move though, he was breathing heavily not because he was sexually attracted, but because he was scared.

“I swear…I’m not always like this,” Stephen finally managed to let out, “I’ve just never seen someone like you…you’re basically my dream guy. I can’t wait to give you a hand job, I just need to build myself up to it.”

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. That’s 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 Stephen’s mouth, it seemed endless. Eventually, he couldn’t swallow any further and began choking on it. Yet, my cock wasn’t 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 pleasure…how could something that feels so good be so wrong after all?

“Holy shit, HOLY SHIT, I think I’ve peaked sexually,” yelled out Stephen, “that was better than any other sexual encounter I’ve had in my life. Man, you’re a natural, you don’t need me at all, you just have to stop thinking so much about it and just fucking do it. Jesus, it’s like that body of yours was made for sex, it just knows.”

Everything that Stephen was saying was pretty inappropriate, but I couldn’t 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 Stephen’s exhausted frame, it seemed like I was going to have to turn somewhere else.

“Wow Stephen, that was amazing, I had no idea what I was missing,” I said as I put my shirt back on and zipped up my jeans.

“You’re telling me,” Stephen responded as he got up from the floor, “but now I need a shower and a change of clothes. I’m actually drenched from head to toe in your cum.”

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 I’m 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.

“Hey Josh, where have you been, we thought you’d be chilling in the room,” asked Patrick, seeming to have some sort of ulterior motive.

“Well, I finally got my side of the room in order,” I responded, “and then I guess I’ve just been having some fun with people.”

“Oh Josh, we’ve heard exactly what you’ve been up to,” replied Ariana as she got up from the bed, “and we want the Ashley and Michelle treatment.”

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.

“Fuck, guess I underestimated ole Josh over here,” 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. That’s 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, “fuck me like there’s no tomorrow Josh, show much how much of a man you really are…”

I didn’t 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 Ariana’s 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, “we heard how massive your cock was, so we got a large and an extra-large condom for you to try on.”

I’m 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 didn’t want them to know that, ruing the illusion. I stopped playing with Ariana’s breasts and left her on my bed so that I could go over to Patrick’s 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. “Put it on now,” 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.

“Jesus fucking Christ, it’s that big, it’s that fucking big,” 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 didn’t 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.

“Oh my god Josh, your body was made for sex, what you’re able to do, holy shit,” 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 hadn’t 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 Ariana’s 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, “can I fuck your pecs?”

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 didn’t take long before he had an Earth-shattering orgasm all over my monster sized pecs, some even getting some in my mouth. I don’t 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 didn’t take long before we were both cumming again, and the fun continued seemingly all night long. At this point I’ve lost count over how many times we all orgasmed that night…damn was the room a mess.

The next morning I woke up with my cock still in Patrick’s ass, having fully recovered from the intense workout last night. I couldn’t 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 parent’s teachings completely repressed my sexual desire, but at the same time I didn’t 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 didn’t mean that it had to happen 24/7. Ultimately, there had to be some happy middle ground between endless sex and none at all—maybe 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 wasn’t 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, I’ve 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, “Please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry for running into you yesterday, it was a total accident.”

Laughing to myself, and sitting down on the couch next to him, I responded, “No, 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.”

“Oh, that’s not where I expected this go at all,” he replied, “for a second there I thought I might have been a goner. You don’t need to give me anything though, accidents happen.”

“How about I just chill with you and watch whatever this is,” I stated, “I can order us some food and show you I’m not a total dickhead.”

“Deal…,” he said, “but are you trying to tell me that you don’t know what Game of Thrones is? Plus, I’m not going to lie, but you kind of smell. Early morning workout?”

“I didn’t watch much television growing up, or really have access to the internet, so I don’t really follow this kind of stuff,” I replied. “I can go take a shower though and come back down if you want.”

“Huh,” he responded, “I guess we’ll have to start off with episode one then. Also, if we’re being honest, I kind of like the smell,” he said as he blushed, not realizing what he had said until after the fact.  

Laughing, I said, “Sounds good, I’m Josh by the way.”

Still pretty red from his earlier comment, he stated, “I’m Chris…happy to meet you.”

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Five Aliens On Board Of Hunks

As the plane hurtled through the air, Victor woke up from his nap. It was early morning, and most passengers were still asleep. Glancing at the time on his phone, he realized there were still three more hours left until landing.

Victor then grabbed the airsick bag that he kept on his side the whole flight. "Hey guys, there's still three more hours left, are you guys doing...ok?" he whispered to the bag, but his heart almost stopped when he noticed that his five tiny alien bugs were nowhere to be found. "Fuck..." Victor sighed. He hated how stubborn they were, he told them not to get out of the airsick bag.

The plane lurched, sending a jolt of panic through his gut. He knew they could get into all sorts of trouble without his supervision. Standing up, he left his seat. The other passengers, oblivious to his urgency, continued to sleep or watch movies. Victor scanned the cabin, his eyes darting from one row to the next, searching for any sign of his tiny alien friends.

Until he saw this huge and muscular blond hunk, he was staring at Victor and then gave him a flex.

The man's biceps were huge, his muscles were straining against his tight white shirt. But it was the mischievous glint in his eye that gave him away. Victor recognized that look anywhere. It was the same look his alien bugs got everytime they were possessing someone.

Victor looked at the hunk's girlfriend sleeping on his side, and with renewed courage, he crossed the aisle, his heart hammering in his chest. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of the sexy hunk. A smile crept onto his face as he leaned in closer, unable to resist the temptation to touch those biceps. His fingers brushed against the man's hard muscles.

"Which one of you is inside his brain?"

"It's Yinx" The man responded.

"You've been a bad boy, Yinx" Victor whispered not to wake the hunk's girlfriend, his voice barely audible over the drone of the engines. "I gave the five of you strict orders not to get out."

The hunk, or rather, Yinx in the hunk's body, chuckled softly. "Oh, really? You're not going to make me get out of him, are you?" The man said, flexing his arm, making his biceps bulge even more. "Because I was having so much fun here." then his big manly hand drifted lower, caressing his abs under the white shirt.

Victor bit his lip, he loved how Yinx acted when possessing a man. "Well, I suppose I could let you stay inside him, after all, you've already made a hole inside this hunk's brain," Victor said with a grin. "but only if you promise to be a good boy from now on and don't get out of my sight again"

The blond hunk nodded eagerly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Deal." With that, they leaned in closer and shared a brief, passionate kiss.

Around them, the other passengers continued to sleep or watch their movies, oblivious to their intimate moment.

With a sly wink, the hunk gestured for Victor to follow him as he stood up and walked confidently toward the bathroom. Victor hesitated for a moment, glancing nervously at the sleeping passengers before quickly following after.

The two of them disappeared into the cramped bathroom, the door closing with a soft click. The sound of the plane's engines seemed to fade away, leaving them in their own private bubble. The hunk turned to face Victor, his gaze intense as he leaned against the sink. "So," he purred, looking down to his own body, "what do you want to do with him?"

Victor's heart raced as he approached Yinx's host. He then helped the hunk to take off his shirt, revealing a smooth, muscular body beneath. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of the hunk's muscular chest before trailing his fingers downward, unhooking the hunk's pants. He pushed them down and the hunk stepped out, for last Victor pulled down the hunk's underwear, freeing his impressive and thick erection. Victor gazed at it, feeling a mixture of awe and desire. He knelt down before Yinx's host, taking the thick shaft into his hands and marveling at its size. He then wrapped his lips around the tip, tasting the salty precum on his tongue as he began to stroke up and down.

Yinx couldn't stop his host from moaning and his host had a very loud and deep voice. Afraid of being exposed, Victor grabbed the man's white underwear from the floor and stuffed it into the man's mouth, muffling his moans.

He then went back on working on the man's shaft. The man threw his head back as Victor worked him expertly. The hunk's hips began to buck forward burying his thick shaft even deeper into Victor's throat. The bathroom was small, but they didn't seem to care as they lost themselves in the pleasure of the moment.

Victor could feel the head of the host's cock brushing against the back of his throat, and starting spurting loads of cum down his throat.

Two minutes later they both walked out of the bathroom — One at a time to not arouse suspicion. Yinx's host went back to his seat, his girlfriend had already woken up. "You missed me babe?" Victor heard the hunk playfully ask his girlfriend as he kissed her.

As Victor passed by the couple, the hunk gave him a wink and grabbed his bulge.

Victor then went to search for the other aliens, but there were so many people on the plane that it would take forever to find the rest of the bugs, that was until Victor noticed a man shaking and squirming on a seat. Victor found the man really hot, he was wearing a blue tank top that showed some of his hairy chest. The man had his head turned back and swaying from side to side, Victor knew well what that meant, that was a man with an alien insect crawling its way inside his brain.

The man stopped squirming and then smirked at Victor, pulling his tank top and showing him his nipple.

"Hi Master, It's me Echo In control. I picked this one because I know how much Master like a daddy host, this one here has his wife and children sleeping in a near seat" The man spoke, with a deep baritone voice. "Wanna play with these bad boys in the bathroom, Master?"

Victor gulped and just nodded. Once inside the tight bathroom, the man lifted his tank top to behind his neck, exposing his big hairy pecs.

"C'mon, don't be shy, Master. He's only an empty brainless host now, you know he's not gonna judge you. Now go on, suck on this Daddy's tits, I wanna feel your slutty lips sucking on them"

He didn't need to be asked again, Victor was soon taking the hard nipples of the host into his mouth, sucking gently as he stroked the man's growing bulge, and then... he bit one of the nipples.

"Ouch Master!" The man shouted.

"This is for disobeying me." Victor joked. "Now tell me more about this daddy" Victor commanded still nibbling on the man's nipples.

"He was on a...uuurgghhrr... family trip with his wife and children... aarrghh... but now all he cares about is that you have fun with his sexy body" He said flexing each pec at a time. It was too much for Victor.

"Kneel, I want to cum on his chest" Victor ordered.

Echo obeyed his Master and made the hunk kneel in front of him. Victor's strokes intensified and he soon began covering the man's chest with his load, some even landed on the handsome bearded man's face.

"You haven't cum yet, when I twist both his nipples I want you to make your host shoot his load on his hands, you will catch every drop on his hands then I want to see you spread it on his hairy pecs"

"Yes Master"

After a few minutes the man walked out of the bathroom with his nipples red and his chest covered in both his and Victor's cum.

As Victor was back to look for the others, he saw one of them — A black tiny bug crawling on the floor, he tried to follow it but it was too fast. He watched as it crawled under the seat of a sleeping hunk, then he saw it crawling on the man's sholder towards his ear.

He could have stopped it, saved the man of a fate as a brainless host puppet... but he decided not to, how could he? The man was so freaking hot, and he looked even more hot as he started to shake. The man trashed his head back, displaying the veins in his thick muscular neck as his eyes rolled back.

After a few seconds the man went back to "normal" and looked at his arms like it was the first time he was seeing them.

"Wow, look at these veins, this host sure is a bodybuilder" The man said, with a strong Arabic accent.

"What do you think? Do you like my new muscles, Master?" The man then squeezed his own balls through the shorts "His balls are full, I wonder how tasty his man milk is"

Victor then knew right there which of the five bugs was: Grus, he was addicted to cum.

"I really like this host, who is him?" Victor asked taking the empty seat.

The man took a moment to respond and his eyes rolled back for a few seconds as Grus searched for the information.

"He's a bodybuilder from the middle east... a womanizer... wow, this guy really loves pussy... and he is very agressive too"

"Then I'm lucky that you control this pile of muscles now, I just now he would have killed me If I ever did this..." Victor said putting his hand inside the bodybuilder's shorts and grabbing the Arab's massive thick shaft. Victor looked around to make sure no one was looking, when he saw that no one was paying attention to them, he started to stroke the bodybuilder's thick brown cock.

The man let out a deep moan as he started to cum inside his shorts.

"Sshhhhh...Shut your host's mouth please." Victor whispered, his hand was still wrapped around the shaft as it pulsed with every shoot.

The man's muscles bulged and tensed as he tried his best not to moan. Then after his orgasm stopped, the bodybuilder sighed and looked at Victor with a dumb smirk. Victor took his hand out of the man's shorts and looked at his fingers now covered in cum.

"Lick it clean" Victor ordered. The bodybuilder gently took Victor's hand and started to lick his finger clean. "Look at me and make a slutty face while doing it"

Watching that burly manly man licking his fingers clean while looking at him with such needy eyes almost made Victor shoot his own load.

"How does he taste?"

"Fucking delicious." The man responded smirking.

Victor already found three of the bugs, now there was only two left.

He continued looking for them, until he saw a female flight attendant walking towards him. Victor was scared, had he been reported for public indecency by some passenger?

"Are you Victor Sanchez?" she asked. Victor nervously nodded.

"Come with me, please. There's someone in first class that wishes to speak with you. He says it's urgent"

Victor then followed the flight attendant to the first class, she brought him to a seat where this man with the most huge arms he had ever seen was sitting.

"Thank you darling." The man spoke to the attendant, winking at her. She smiled and walked away.

Then the man crossed his arms and fussed, giving Victor a stern look — Victor knew right then which bug was controlling that man; only Sylo was this grumpy.

"You know how boring it is to be inside that small bag for hours? We are not animals you know?" The man said, he then flexed his huge arms and looked at them with a proud look "We prefer to be inside a bag of muscles. And I know you like it as well, Master. How many times you had ordered us to pierce our way through random hunk's brains just so you could have a way with them? We are grateful that you saved us when our egg crashed on Earth, but we would also like to be treated as more than some mere pets"

Victor sighed. Sylo was right, he should stop treating his alien friends like his pets.

"I'm sorry. I will take this into consideration the next time we travel. It's really not fair for you guys to spend the whole flight inside a small sickbag"

The man's stern look softened.

"Apologies accepted, Master" the man said smirking, leaning foward and kissing Victor passionately. The man's two big strong hands grabbed at Victor's neck and he felt the man's strong wet tongue shoving inside his mouth as their tongues played with each other.

Suddendly Victor got a message from an unknow number. They both stopped their make out session, and as Victor opened the message he saw a photo of a handsome man lifting his shirt inside the airplane bathroom.

"I'm waiting for you in the bathroom, Master" Said the text.

There was only one bug left, and it was Quin.

"I have to go check on your brother Quin" Victor said to Sylo. He walked to the bathroom and knocked, the door opened almost instantly and the heartthrob inside grabbed Victor by the shirt and pulled him inside, closing the door.

"Master, I need your help! This host is so freaking horny!"

"And hot" Victor added.

"I know you would like him. He Is a football player and he was going to visit his girlfriend after two months away on a football trip. He was really looking forward to getting laid tonight."

"Well, then let's not ruin his plans, let's just change it a little. Instead of fucking his girlfriend, I want him to fuck me." Victor said pushing down the man's pants and reveiling a long and hard cock with big heavy balls.

He wanted to feel the studly hunk inside him. So he pushed the stud to the toilet seat, and positioned himself turned forwards over the man's legs, as he felt the head pressing against his entrance he started lowering himself down. The man's hands gripped his hips tightly, helping him to guide himself onto the huge member. There was a brief moment of stretching pain as Victor's body adjusted to the size of the football player, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of pleasure that coursed through him as the alien controlled stud began to thrust upwards.

Their bodies slapped together, the sounds of their passion filling the small bathroom. Victor arched his back, digging his fingers into the muscular flesh of the host's shoulders as he felt the thick cock inside him move deeper with each thrust.

The host's breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes rolled back into his head as he lost himself in the sensation of being inside Victor. Their hips moved in perfect harmony, each stroke driving the other toward climax.

He gripped the shoulders tighter as he tried to hold on to the feeling. The host's breath hitched in his throat, his face contorted in a mixture of pain and ecstasy, his hips bucked wildly.

Victor felt the familiar tightening in his gut, the telltale signs that he was close. He arched his back, pressing his ass harder against the host. As his orgasm built, he could feel the muscles in his lower belly tensing, preparing to unleash a torrent of cum. The alien followed suit, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he neared the edge. His cock throbbed inside Victor, a sign he was also close.

Victor, already worried about the moaning of the host, decided to do the same thing he did with the first host and shoved the man's own used white underwear inside his mouth.

And then Victor's orgasm crashed over him like a wave, his body shuddering with pleasure as hot cum spilled down the man's hard abs. The host cried out, his cock pulsing deep inside Victor as he came as well, his moans comming muffled.

Their bodies relaxed, their breath coming in ragged gasps as Victor collapsed against the man's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath his ear. He traced idle patterns on the man's abs, enjoying the feeling of their skin pressed together. Their eyes met, and they shared a soft, contented smile.

With a sigh, Victor's hand reached up, gently pulling out the underwear from the man's mouth.

"You know," Victor said, his voice still rough with emotion, "we should probably get back to our seats. I want you to call his girlfriend, tell her he won't make it, her boyfriend have more important things to do now."