Are Muscles Hot?

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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Scrawny teen vs. Bullies

Billy was a scrawny little nerd and most of the time he got picked on by the rugby team. He couldn’t do anything at all because the members of the rugby teams were huge guys. Huge is not even the best word, humongous throbbing muscle guys. They were close to pro bodybuilders; the gym was their territory. Other schools always tried to keep up with them but it was impossible. So Billy just tried to live through high school, but the rugby dudes always bullied him. He was bullied because of his nerd Star Wars t-shirts, glasses and shyness. In the afternoon, he was walking down the hallway when one of the big guys, Zero, pushed him and as he lost his balance, the new Hulk comic just fell out his bag.

Billy:

-Oh look, scrawny little Billy is into big green guys, such a little pussy. -Said Zero as he took a quick look at the comic

-Give me back. -Shout Billy and tried to take it back

-Oh no no little guy, I'm keeping this. You don’t need some magazine about big jacked guys. U can always worship me. - Zero flexed his big chest and put on a double bicep pose. Unfortunately, his t-shirt couldn’t bear the pressure and it ripped, revealing his chiseled abs.-OOPPSS, looks like u got a free show pussyboy.-

-Zero, please give me back the comic, I didn’t do anything. - Billy was close to tearing up.

-Maybe I will tomorrow, -he grinned- after I cleaned up my jizz with it. - and walked away laughing.

Zero:

Billy was extremely sad, he just bought that fresh comic and Hulk was his favorite superhero. Hulk was big, powerful, an alpha, everything what Billy isn’t. Billy sometimes dreamed about waking up one day and being able to transform into a big powerful muscle God and show his bullies the way. But it's impossible. Billy walked to his locker and changed books, put on his jacket and started to walk out from the building, when suddenly his only friend Mark stopped him.

-I heard what happened Billy, I'm so sorry. You can borrow mine if u want? -Smiled at him Mark with his crooked teeth.

-Thanks Mark but I just buy another one. -Billy looked at him with a sad smile.

-Well...you don’t know from me, but Zero put your issue in his locker.

-He did what!? Oh my God it will smell awful.

-But today the team will go and practice on the big court so you could go and took it back. Zero is pretty dumb, he won't even notice that it disappeared and the big court is 20 minutes from here so you have plenty of time. - explained the plan Mark.

-Mark, thank you. See u tomorrow. -Smiled at him Billy and started running.

The plan was easy, he goes home, puts down his stuff and comes back later tonight. It was the easiest plan ever. So Billy slowly walked home, put down his stuff and went up in his room. Billy’s room was the nerdiest room ever. Marvel posters on the wall, card and little figures everywhere. Even his computer was full of with comic content. But in one secret folder he hid videos about bodybuilders and big guys jerk off. He took a quick look if somebody tried to find them, but nothing.

Later that day

-I hope nobody is here.-thought Billy as he walked in the team’s locker room.

The room was filled with the smell of sweat and jizz. Billy immediately got a little hard on.

-OH COME ON, NOT RIGHT NOW. - screamed in his head.

The lockers were all the same, old white iron lockers but each and every one had a name on it. Billy was scrolling down the hallway with his eyes trying to find the name.

Dan, Derek,…....Harry,…..Liam,.....Peter,......ZERO.

Billy stepped closer to the locker.

-Geeee......should I open it? But what if Zero finds me and beats me up? Ohhh...let's do it! - The lock slowly opened and the door just opened itself.

-Oh wow.-Billy’s mouth just dropped. The locker was full of dirty jockstraps, hoodies, rugby gear and next to a little bottle, there was his book.

-Okay, it was easy, I take it and just leave.

Billy slowly pulled out the book, but the little bottle almost fell down with it so he dropped the book and jumped for the bottle. Fortunately, he got it.

-Uhhh I almost fucked it up, what is it anyways? - He read the paper on it, “ONE DROP IN EVERY YEAR”. -Drugs? Steroids? Maybe the whole team is on some kind of illegal supplement?

Billy was on the way to put the bottle back, but a little feeling came over him. So he held the bottle and asked himself. -Do I want to try it or just leave it there? Maybe this could help...hmmmm....well, we live once soo.- with that power Billy opened the bottle and drink 2 big drop.

-Hmm...it has a nice taste...but I feel nothing. - Billy put the bottle on the bench and looked at his phone, okay still 10 minutes to leave. But suddenly Billy felt dizzy.

-Okay, now I feel something, aghhhhhhhh.-Billy felt pain in his chest and he saw it slowly growing and pulsing in his S sized t-shirt. *RIIIIIPPPPPP* the t-shirt teared apart and his chest just kept growing but with veins on it. Now he felt the pain in his back, his back slowly started to expand to a huge perfect V shape, -OHHH GOOOD WHATS HAPPENING????- Billy screamed and he grew taller, now he was 7 feet.-OHHH ohhhh this is niceeeeee- as the feeling became pleasure and realized that he is becoming a real life Hulk. His calves and thighs grew and became huge almost the size of 2 tree trunk. -OHHHH NOW MY SHOULDERSSSSSS- Billy shoulders blew up with muscles.-MOOREE MORRREEEEEE-screamed and his abs became visible then 2,6, an 8-pack appeared. His clothes completely ripped apart. Now he stood at 7 feet, with muscles of Hulk, in a tiny boxer.

-Oh my God, ohmygod my voice. - his voice was now deep and pleasuring to hear. -IM A MUSCLE GODDDDDD, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.- Billy ran to the mirror and put on a hell of a flex show.-I look hot but I think my dick didn’t grew. - when Billy said it, he felt a deep pain on his bulge that became pleasure as his dick started become longer and longer and longer. His balls grew to be golf balls then tennis balls then huge oranges. The boxer now was unusable, the penis of his stood now 15 inch long.

-Zero found his competition. - grinned Billy and jerked his cock slowly and watched himself flexing in the mirror, he did a double biceps pose and some other pro poses. But he got scared when he heard a noise from the hallway.

-Guys we crushed it today, we were unstoppable- said the team not so far away.

-I need to disappear-. Billy quickly put on a used jockstrap from Zero’s locker and another used dirty t-shirt and started running to the door in the back, but before leaving he took the bottle and the book.

Billy was walking home now as a real alpha thinking about the future and the potential use of the bottle.....

Muscle Growth

Scrawny teen vs. Bullies part 1

Hey guys, it was my second try to write something, because I absolutely love this site and I want to be part of it. I wrote this story very

Gift of the Gods- Poseidon

Adrian watched over the beach with the same dead expression he did every day. He’d grown up on these beaches, played in the sea, built sand castles, and now he was working as a lifeguard to make some extra cash between semesters at college.

He hated it, the beach wasn’t the same when you had to police it. There was no fun, no lazy evenings under the setting sun. There was only being ignored by everyone even when he was trying to save their ass, and evening in bed exhausted from being ignored.

Watching from between the waves stood Poseidon. He knew of Adrian, he’d showed him mercy years ago and let the boy be saved from drowning.

He’d kept an eye on him every since. The god of the sea knew that Adrian had a deep love and respect for the ocean, he knew that Adrian understood the power of it.

He’d taken his time to find a mortal to gift with his blessing. He’d turned down sailors, divers, marine biologists. They didn’t feel right.

Poseidon knew that most of his brothers and sisters were ahead of him, they’d picked mortals. They were growing their flock.

But he’d taken his time, he hadn’t fallen on hard times like the other gods. Humanity always respected the sea, Poseidon always had people who’d pray to him, even if they didn’t use his name.

But he wasn’t going to miss out, and Adrian was perfect. He had the soul, and Poseidon would gift him the body. Adrian being a lifeguard was sure to bring countless mortals into Poseidon’s temple, even if that temple was Adrian’s bedroom for the time being.

Adrian was leaning against the railing of the lifeguards station, his lean body on full display. His boss was a pervert and had forced the female lifeguards into wearing little bikinis, and due to a lawsuit he’d then had to make the dress code ‘equal’. Instead of giving the girls normal clothes to wear he’d made all the male lifeguards wear speedo.

So Adrian was wearing tight white and black speedos that showed to everyone that he had barely anything to fill them up.

Then the wind picked up and slapped him with a salty sea breeze.

His speedo strained against the kraken that had just sprouted inside it. Two rounded orbs and a long shrank of meat. Adrian stared down at it in shock, but a smooth deep voice whispered to him to be calm. He shook his hips, making his bulge bounce and shake.

His ass started to expand, thick powerful glutes to throw some hurricane like force behind Adrian’s new cock. Adrian pulled at his speedo to give himself some more space, his legs stretching and growing heavy with muscle.

Adrian was giddy, he should be freaking out, but the voice kept calming him.

The change was spreading, widening his feet, stretching his bones, packing meaty muscle onto his torso. His newly grown pecs bounced, his shoulders and biceps twitched.

His tan darkened and his hair gained a salty texture, like he’d been living in the ocean, instead of just taking a dip.

The breeze kept blowing, washing away the old Adrian. Waves of cool air sweeping in the new Adrian.

Tall, powerful, forceful, commanding. No one would ignore his orders anymore, when he told someone to get out of the water, they would, when he told someone to stop kicking sand, they would, when he demanded someone go to the lifeguard hut and spread their legs, they would.

Adrian scratched at his bulging basket and grabbed his bag, his shift was done. Normally he’d be getting changed before walking him, but today he felt it would be doing a disservice to his Lord if he covered up his glory. He picked up his old sneakers, not even realising that they wouldn’t fit his new flipper like feet.

Adrain was not what people would assume a servant of Poseidon would be, they’d assume a lean swimmer.

But a swimmer was meant to be quick and pass through the water, Adrian was big, broad and powerful he was meant to control the waves, to bend them and people to his will, all for the glory of Poseidon.

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Trey’s growth

“I hate how small I am,” Trey complained to his friend after he stepped out of the car. The small teen had just been accused of having a fake ID by a police officer, pulled over because he looked way too young to drive a car.

“You're not THAT small,” James, his much larger friend answered.

“You're a really bad liar James,” Trey said, pushing his long brown hair out of his dark eyes.

James really was lying. At 5'3 and 85 pounds, Trey was the smallest senior at his high school. And it had always been this way. He was the smallest kindergartener, the smallest freshman, and now the smallest adult. Trey constantly prayed for a growth spurt that would make him as big as his dad, an absolutely massive man. Heck, at this point he would settle for average height, maybe 5'7”. But according to every doctor, he was done growing, and Trey would have to settle with being small.

James patted him on the back. “It doesn't matter man,” he said. “You've got a lot to be proud of.”

Trey frowned. It was easy for James to say that. At 5'11 and 190 lbs his muscular, football playing friend had never been confused for being small. He looked up into his friends icy blue eyes. “Whatever dude,” Trey said. “Lets just look for clothes.”

The boys walked into the mall to find summer clothes. As they looked around, they saw a strange looking shop that neither had remembered seeing before, in all their trips to the mall. The small, partially hidden shop's sign claimed that it sold “Chinese curios, knick-knacks and traditional medicine.”

“Lets check this out,” James said, pulling on his smaller friend. “Maybe they'll have cool stuff.”

The boys split up and looked around. James seemed drawn to the strange decorations, while Trey was eying the swords and weapons. The large Chinese man behind the counter smiled at Trey, before going back to inventory as Trey admired his wares. A butterfly knife caught his eye. “Excuse me,” Trey asked, “How much for this knife?”

The Chinese man grabbed it and looked at it in his hands. “This is well crafted. It would cost you at least 100 dollars.” He smiled down at Trey. “However, I cannot sell a weapon such as this to someone younger than 18 without a parent or guardian, so you will either need to wait a few years, or bring your parents with you, young man.”

Trey's face fell. “I am 18.” he pulled out his ID, a common enough occurrence when one looks five years younger than they are.

The older man looked Trey up and down and then smiled. “Ah” he said. Then went into a back room. The man walked out holding a large pill bottle, covered in Chinese characters. “This is what you need then.”

Trey frowned. “What is it?”

“The solution to your problems. These are Chinese growth pills. If you take one a day, you will soon become a much larger man. You won't be mistaken for a child any longer.”

James walked over to the counter. “That's impossible,” he said.

“Oh no,” the shopkeeper answered. “I can promise you they work. When I was twenty, I was only slightly larger than your friend here. As time went on, I became the man I am today.”

“I call bullshit,” James said, “Trey lets get away from this snakeoil salesman.”

Trey however, looked enthralled. “How much is it?” he asked.

“How much do you have on you?” Asked the shopkeeper.

A look of disgust fell on James's face. “You're gonna buy this shit?” he asked.

“Worth a shot,” Trey answered, “nothing else has ever worked.” He turned to the shopkeeper. “I've got 45 dollars and some change.”

The shopkeeper smiled. “Sold!” he said, accepting Trey's money.

Trey emptied his wallet on the counter, and grabbed the large jar.

“Take one a day, until you reach the size you want,” said the shopkeeper. “Make sure to never take any more than that, or there will be consequences.”

“Sounds good!” Trey said, and then walked out with his purchase.

“You got scammed hard,” James said once they got away from the store, “but hey, if being tricked by old Chinese guys makes you happy, who am I to judge.”

The boys eventually arrived at Trey's house. “I wish I could read Chinese,” Trey said as he studied the bottle. “But I'll just settle for doing what the shopkeeper said.” He opened the bottle and popped a pill into his mouth.

James looked down at his smaller friend and laughed. “Not any bigger yet huh. Told you you were scammed.”

“Maybe they take time,” Trey answered, willing to believe anything.

“Yeah and maybe I'm the queen of England.” James shot back. He started walking into the living room. “Whatever, forget about that lets play Madden. I'll set it up, you grab us some pops.”

Trey watched his friend disappear, admiring his taught muscles in his tight shorts, and how his blonde hair fell almost to his muscular back. If only James was gay, he'd be exactly Trey's type. He'd settle for James being the best friend he could ask for though.

As he grabbed the pops, a he saw the pill container sitting on the corner of the counter. “One more couldn't hurt,” he said, as he popped a second pill into his mouth, before heading out to join his friend on the couch.

Trey and his friend sat down and played video games for a few hours, so enthralled with their games that they failed to notice the miraculous changes hitting the smaller of the two men. As they played, Trey's body swelled, his pecs and abs starting to gain some definition, and his arms gaining the smallest hint of muscle. Under his shirt, which no longer covered his abs entirely, a small, wispy trail of hair snaked down to the beginnings of a bush of pubes. His armpits, too gained hair for the first time in his life. Trey's short legs began to expand, leaving his ankles, and eventually a bit of his calf visible under the now tighter jeans which seemed much too small for the frame he had expanded to.

The one change Trey did feel, however was the heat. He was sweating profusely, starting to soak through the shirt. “Is it hot in here?” a deeper voice called out.

“Woah,” both boys said in unison. Then they both turned their attention to Trey's body.

“Oh my god it actually worked!” James said, looking over his friend. “I mean, you're still small, but you're like, average sized now. All of this was one pill?”

Trey blushed. “Well, actually, two, but hey I'm not gonna argue with these results.” He wiped the sweat from his still boyish face with the bottom of his tshirt. Revealing the beginning of abs, and the light body hair.

James looked on in shock, “you sure don't look 13 anymore, I'd say more like 16.”

Trey grinned. “Hey, let's just get me to 18, and then we'll call it a day.”

“Are you sure that's a good idea,” James said, looking a bit worried, “I mean, the shopkeeper said-”

Trey frowned. “Man forget what he said, I've got a chance of being average for the first time in my life. I'm gonna take a few more.”

James shook his head. “If you think it's a good idea, whatever, it's your body. Just know that I am 100% against this.

Trey flexed his small arms. “You're just against this because you're afraid I'll get bigger than you,” he joked. “But I promise I won't overdo it.”

“Knock yourself out shortstuff.”

“Not for much longer,” he answered. Trey went back to the kitchen and grabbed two more pills, popping them into his mouth and then drinking a glass of water to take them down better. He looked at his ill fitting clothing, and took off his shirt and jeans just in case anything bad happened. He didn't want to get stuck in them, and besides, he was sweating buckets.

James walked in after him, “I'll watch over you just to make sure you don't die or anything,” he said, patting his friend on the back, seemingly unfazed by seeing his best friend, who had just grown about 4 inches, in just a pair of tight underwear.

This time, the growth hit faster, and this time he could feel it. He groaned as his body slowly expanded. First came his arms, which widened from 10 inches to a pair of nice 15 inch biceps. As his body slowly grew upwards, his pecs and abs hardened, gaining definition that looked like it came from years of working out lightly, his abs hardening into a six pack, and his pecs beginning to take on a shape that could only come from lifting weights regularly, as his nipples began to point downwards. His legs expanded and shot outwards, with his quads hardening and becoming defined, like a soccer players. In the front of his shorts, his package expanded to match his growing body, with his formerly three inch long dick hardening and lengthening into a nice 9 inch tool. His balls expanded until they were the size of small eggs.

Trey's new body strained against his underwear, as the last phase of his transformation went underway. His body exploded with hair. His large bush became visible over his tented boxers, and the treasure trail on his six pack pushed upwards and outwards until it merged with the patch of hair that had formed over his now large pecs. His armpits became even bushier as hair grew on his forearms, and expanded down his lower body, from his ass down to his feet. As a final touch, stubble grew on Trey's manly jaw.

Trey was panting and sweating as he looked eye to eye with his friend. He smiled as he made eye contact. “I'm definitely not a little kid anymore, huh James?” His deep voice called out as he laughed.

“Definitely not,” James said in awe. “Lets stop here though Trey, any more and you won't pass for yourself at all.”

Trey walked into the bathroom, and stepped on the scale. “193 lbs.” He said with a smile. “How much do you weigh, James?”

“190! Damn you're big now!” James said.

“Damn right,” Trey said, flexing. As he hit the double bicep pose, exposing his sweaty, hairy pit, the first side effect, the reason for not taking more than one a day became apparent. Trey's body was now producing a strange pheromone, one that made him irresistible to men. The smell drifted over to his now smaller friend, who was beginning to tent in his shorts, his own sizable erection straining.

“Trey you smell...” James said looking confusedly at his friend, and eying the body, focusing especially on the straining cock in too small of briefs. “You smell so hot.”

Trey looked puzzled. He knew his friend was straight. “What was that James?” he asked, hoping to understand what was going through his friends mind.

“Your body,” James said, almost drooling, “It's so sexy, and muscular, and you smell so good.”

“I thought you were straight,” Trey asked, confused.

“I am, but how could I turn you down,” James said, approaching his friend, and lifting his arm up. James began to inhale his friends armpit sweat, before looking at Trey with hunger in his eyes. “Trey” he said, “I really want you to fuck me.”

Trey looked on at James, his confusion showing on his face. He realized that it must be from the pills. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, more than anything.” James said, pulling down Trey's underwear, and began to suck on his large cock.

Trey moaned loudly. “Oh god James,” he gasped, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.

James didn't answer, and continued sucking on the dick in front of him. It was clear, from the way that he struggled against the cock in his mouth that it was his first time ever, but he made up for it in how eager he was.

“Fuck,” Trey moaned as James took the head in his mouth and swirled the tip around with his tongue, before licking up and down the sides. “If you keep that up I'm gonna shoot,” Trey groaned.

James pulled off Trey's cock. “Good, stud,” he said. “Shoot, but not in my mouth.” James stood up and pulled off his basketball shorts. He turned around and bent over in front of Trey, before exposing his virgin ass covered in a light layer of hair. “Fuck me Trey.” He called out.

Trey didn't need to be told twice, as he began to push the head of his cock against his formerly straight friend's asshole. “You sure about this James?” He asked, as he teased the hole with his tool.

“More than anything,” James moaned, “Fuck me hard stud.”

Trey pushed the head into his friends ass, causing him to gasp and moan. Slowly but surely, he stuck all 9 inches of meat into James's virgin hole. James was moaning in pleasure. “Now fuck me stud” he called out.

Trey began to fuck, and fuck hard. He pounded his cock in and out of his friend's ass, his balls slapping against James's as he pushed in and out. There was no way he was gonna last long.

James moans became louder and louder, and soon, without warning, he came, shooting all over the bathroom wall, clenching his ass as his cock shot out. That proved too much for Trey, who came deep into his friends ass. Panting, he pulled his soft cock out of his friends ass.

James seemed to be in bliss. “That was the best sex of my life,” he moaned, “who knew what I was missing out on.”

Trey smiled at his friend. “It was great for me too. Now lets get dressed and cleaned up.”

James frowned. “No dude, he said, lets just enjoy each other for a while. Just not in the bathroom. I'm too spent for more sex, but I'd love to just feel you."

Trey flexed once more. "Still 100% against this?"

James stood up and kissed his friend on the lips. "You know the answer to that, sexy."

They walked back to the living room. James laid on top of Trey on the couch, as the friends felt up eachother's bodies. James seemed especially concerned with licking up his friends sweat, from wherever it was, paying close attention to the armpits. Trey was in heaven, wishing this moment would never end.

Soon however, James noticed the clock. “Fuck man it's almost five. I've got work in like 20 minutes. I've gotta go.

Trey watched as his friend hurridly put on his clothes, and ran out the door. “See you tomorrow?” He called as his friend left.

“Of course, stud.” James called out. “We hung out every day before you got hot as hell, why would I stop now?”

Trey waved at his friend as he left, and closed the door. Then he realized his problem. He was 8 inches taller than he was in the morning, and bigger and stronger too. He hardly looked like the same person, and his dad would be home any minute.

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Trey's Growth

This is my first story ever, so I'll accept any criticism you give me.Note: This story will contain a bunch of my fetishes. I'm not sure exa

SuperMelvin

It was careers day at school when Clark Kent was giving his speech to the class about his career in journalism, how he became a top reporter for the Daily Planet and all the doors his career had opened up for him. Most of the class looked bored out of their minds. Except Melvin. No. Melvin looked absolutely ecstatic. But not because of the possibility of a career working for the newspaper. But because he knew. He knew who this handsome muscle bound creature before him really was. He figured it out a long time ago when his obsession began. Melvin had always been the scrawniest, shortest nerd at school who all the other kids made fun of and called fag. Then Superman came on the scene and Melvin became obsessed. Here was this huge godlike specimen with all the power in the universe. Boy, if I could only have that power for myself thought Melvin.

It was at lunchtime when Melvin set his plan into motion.

"HELP! HELP! SAVE ME SUPERMAN! PLEASE" Melvin yelled from behind the schools gymnasium at the far end of the school grounds. It wasn't long before the man of steel appeared in the blink of an eye, clad in the bright blue and red suit that did nothing to hide his musculature and thick bulge.

"I'm here boy! What's wrong?"

"Thank god you're here Superman, there some guys threatening me with gun...behind you!" Melvin pointed to which Superman of course did to see nothing at all behind him but the expanse of the school grounds.

That's when Superman suddenly felt weak. He knew what he could be feeling, its the same feeling he always got whenever he was close to....green kryptonite. And there it was being slung over his neck and chest in a man-made necklace of sorts.

"Oh god! Why?! You bastard!"

"Hahaha why?!" Melvin laughed evilly as he started to tent up with his pathetic boner of 4 inches. "Because this is destiny that's why!" Exclaimed Melvin as he turned the superheroes body back against the wall and shoved him down.

"Now let's see what the man of Steel is packing" Melvin pulled down the red trunks revealing Supermans flaccid 9 inch cock. "God damn! Can't wait for this beast to be mine!"

"Wh-what?! What are you talking about!"

"Just relax Supes, I've got it all figured it out!" Said Wesley before pulling out a vial of silver kryptonite and squeezing the man of steels nose and force feeding the liquid down the heroes throat. "Taste good?"

"What the fuck was that?!"

"Just a special ingredient for me to get what's mine. Now it's time for my poison" stated Melvin matter of factly before lowering himself down and giving Supermans cock a good tongue bath as the man of Steel began to moan in ecstasy.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck" moaned Kal El in total bliss just giving himself in to the pure pleasure that Melvin was giving him. As Melvin continued to work the tip of the cock with his tongue and fondle the man of steels orange sized balls, before groping the huge lycra clad thighs and the massive hard pecs. Yes thought Melvin, this was almost too fucking easy. Hahaha.

It was then that a group of jocks who had bullied Melvin all his high school life came round the corner to witness the super blowjob taking place "what the fuck Melvin! Get off Superman you fucking fag! He wants nothing to do with a homo like you.

But it was too late.

Wesley has just greedily swallowed 5 volleys of super spunk down his throat with an evil eagerness.

Melvin stood up. All 5"4 of him and faced his bullies.

"You're just in time for the show guys!!!! Hahahaha.....HAHAHAHAHAA.....YESSSSSS....UGGGHHHHH......I CAN FEEL THE POWER. the power. Oh goddddd."

And then the moment Melvin had been waiting for for months began to happen. The ultimate moment. He began to grow.

Melvin went up. And up from 5"4 to 5"7.

"OHHH YEAAAAH"

from 5'7 to 6"

"YEAAAAHHH. MAKE ME GROW"

From 6" to 6"11. Melvins shirt and trousers had rode right up showing his stomach and stick like calves.

"How do you like me now boys? Things are just getting started." And with that Melvin struck a laughable double bicep pose with nothing almost there, but not for long as muscles upon muscles began piling up all over his body. The jocks could only look on in confusion, last, awe and fear.

"What the fuck Melvin! How?!" Asked Chad the jock leader

"It's SuperMelvin now you pathetic runt! Look at me! LOOK AT ME GROW!" shouted Melvin as RIIIIP AND RIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPP his pants and shirt just tore right off revealing the body of a heavyweight bodybuilder. "FUCK YEAAAAH! THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT. And as for my feet." Melvin looked down. "I think I'm gonna need some bigger boots boys! " as POP POP his school shoes just exploded right off before Melvin stomped on the remains with his new super muscular godlike feet as Melvin continued to drool all over himself as he continued to Flex and grope his new godlike body.

"I bet you're all imagining what this feels like" Melvin said as he flexed a basketball bicep and groped it with his other hand. "It's a shame none of you will ever know." Melvin flexed a most massive most muscular grinning a sadistic grin his eyes beginning to glow red a little.

It was then that the drained Superman got up, his now pathetic skinny form in the oversized suit staggering to Melvin and attempting a punch to Melvins back but Melvin didn't even flinch.

"HAHA what was that?! You pathetic little alien." Exclaimed Melvin. "Check out what a real Superman looks like" said Melvin posing over the man of Steel in just his grey briefs. "And oh yeah! By the way I have every single one of your attributes too" winked Melvin before gesturing down to Clarks now pathetic stub of a cock before Melvin concentrated as his now supercock grew and flexed out of the confines of his briefs into a thick footlong erection.

The jocks could only look on as Melvin, the former skinny scrawny short nerd of the school had now become a true god. Just totally intimidating the man of steel

Melvin grabbed the collar of Supermans costume and lifted him in the air with one arm with total ease. He felt like a feather to him! "I suppose I better thank you for making me what I was destined to be! Hahaha! Life is sure going to be different from now on! Now I'm going to send you back from where you came from! " supermans eyes widened "wha! No wait-" before Melvin grabbed the end of Supermans Cape with his other muscular hand and span and swung the man of Steel a few times like a discuss before launching the alien High into the sky, before he was barely a dot. And then he was gone.

"God damn I'm strong! Hahaha I'm a god. A FUCKING GOD! Anyone else want to have a go against the god?!" Melvin gestured to the jocks. His godcock still erect like an accusing thick arm. "Haha I didn't think so!"

"You.......you treated Superman like he was nothing" Chad said.

"Hardly a Superman at all now is he HAHA" Melvin said sadistically. "But you know who is?" Melvins eyes began to glow before firing lasers straight past Chad's head and hitting the trees behind setting them ablaze.

"Time for you fuckers to pay for all the torment you gave me all these years! Get ready to face a gods justice."

And all the jocks began to scream and run. As Melvin smiled with glee. This is what he had always wanted. He stoked his thick supercock with total pleasure before firing super huge volleys of supercum about a hundred feet in the air before it rained down and creaming the jocks making them stuck in their path.

Melvin laughed again before concentrating and in a blinding flash he was now neck to toe in his very own supersuit, not like Supermans suit, but one of his very own. Where Supermans had been red and Blue. Melvins was Blue and Yellow. With Yellow Boots, Trunks and Cape. "Haha I did always like the Bananaman comics" thought Melvin as he worshipped his own body in the skintight material before crossing his arms and willing himself to levitate to 50 feet in the air and over to the terrified jocks.

"I will spare you all today. Your fear is enough. There is no more Melvin. Only SuperMelvin. Anyone who calls me Melvin again will be thrown into fucking space. Understand?" Stated Supermelvin as the jocks looked on, a couple of them pissing themselves with fear.

Supermelvin turned his body in the air, extended his fist and shot out at 1000mph with the biggest shit eating grin on his face. I am God Supermelvin thought.

Melvin began to laugh, and laugh before concentrating and in a flash.

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SuperMelvin

It was careers day at school when Clark Kent was giving his speech to the class about his career in journalism, how he became a top reporter

Loving My Summer Body

Describing myself, Wyatt, has always been a difficult task, as it would be so easy to focus on what most would consider boring or stereotypically nerdy. When I attended the University of Chicago for my undergraduate degree in history, all four years were almost exclusively focused on my studies and getting into graduate school. There was no such thing for me as spring break vacations, or even summer and winter breaks, which were prime internship periods. Honestly, I barely even saw my parents, as I rarely had the time to go home. Human interaction was basically just roommates, professors, students from classes or projects, and the rare party or hookup. On the other hand, any solitary free time, once in a blue moon, was the expected video games, television shows, movies, anime, and anything else you’d likely associate with a geek.

I know what you’re probably thinking at this point, some combination of “what a nerd” and it sounds like I probably needed a break. The latter is truer than you’ll ever know, as I was experiencing pretty intense burnout just by the end of the first year. Coming into my sophomore year I had no idea how I was going to keep up with my schedule, but then my roommate recommended something that would change my life forever. He wanted to get into working out to increase his game and didn’t want to do it alone, so he suggested it as a stress reliever for me between work. At the time, I was willing to try anything to get my life back on track, so I agreed. Little did I know he would drop it within the month, and I would totally fall in love with my gym time. Working out became my time to forget about school and focus on myself, which even the nerdy stuff couldn’t fully accomplish.

Ultimately, I never expected working out to change my body, that wasn’t why I was doing it, but the results came within the year. Coming into college, my body was skinny on a good day, and a little chubby at worst. Yet, little by little, the gym began to sculpt my body into something high school me could only have dreamt of looking like. The fat burned away from my face down to my stomach, and muscle began to form all over, from my chest to my calves. Honestly, I didn’t even notice the changes at first, I wasn’t expecting any muscle to form, but maybe that was naïve of me. I went hard on my workouts for the relaxation and to get my stress out, but it changed me completely. I was a 6’4” average-looking kid when I started, but by the end of college I had transformed myself from a boy into a full on man.

For me at least, the changes were first most notable in my face, which went from looking pretty ordinary to almost like a sculptor took the time to chisel out my jawline. But overtime, the mirror would make very clear what was happening to my body. Every morning I’d wake up to brush my teeth in front of the bathroom mirror only to be greeted by I guy with no chest, twigs for arms, chicken legs, and some stomach fat. But then, after my face began to transform, I next noticed the fat from my body was basically all gone, then signs of an actual chest and biceps quickly followed. It was genuinely exciting, I didn’t expect this at all, and I was still dedicated to my studies more than anything, but I was impressed with myself. Eventually, I think I just got use to the incremental changes when one day the realization of what was happening truly hit me. Standing in front of me was no longer the lanky kid that had walked onto campus, I had become a total, unrivaled hunk.

Standing at 6’4” with 220 pounds of pure muscle, I finally realized how much of a beast I had become over the two-plus years of training. When I started I had no chest to speak of, the area was practically just bone, but now I had two monstrous pecs with a light coating of hair on top. Along with my now wide, broad shoulders and thick, bull neck, my pecs helped me fill out shirts unlike I ever had before. Similarly, no longer did I have tiny, weak arms, I was proud of my new baseball-sized, veiny biceps that I happily showed off at any opportunity. Combined with the other features, I legit had to get new shirts just to fit me, which I won’t lie, I did tend to get them on the tighter end. Yet, the godliest feature, I’d say, was the development of my stomach, which now sported a rock-hard eight-pack with completely shredded obliques. Not to be forgotten, my upper body was also sporting an insane back, which I didn’t even know was something you could mold into shape. There were ridges and crevasses all over when I flexed, honestly just looked like a map, I kid you not.

Then, not to be out done by my torso, my lower body also developed its own set of incredible results. My thighs and calves basically gave me tree trunk like legs that just looked gigantic whenever I wore shorts. Pants were sometimes even hard to fit into, an issue that I kind of just find hilarious at times, but also pretty sexy. Funny enough, I’d probably argue that my biggest change down there though was probably my butt. I had the flattest ass you could possibly imagine at the start of this process, but now I had a total bubble butt, which became as hard as steel when I flexed. At the end of the day, I developed the body of a fitness model, and I loved it. Working out gave me an outlet for the stress of college, which I was able to then manage perfectly. Yet, it also transformed my body into something most men can only dream of accomplishing. I had essentially become a god among men, I just didn’t understand the full extent of my power. Sure, I knew people looked, but more than anything I had my head in books, I didn’t have time to see the benefits that my newly muscled physique could provide. Of course, these incredible muscles have gotten me laid, but that was just with a girl and a guy, separately, just to try it, and honestly, they were pretty scary and uncomfortable first times. Ultimately, I know how sexy and beautiful I look now, I just haven’t had the opportunity to fully explore what I’ve earned.

With all of that said, most importantly, all of my hard work in school paid off and I was able to graduate with a 4.0 GPA and various academic accomplishments, assuring my place in Columbia University’s doctoral program in history. Yet, as proud of this achievement as I was, I did kind of feel like I had missed out on the fun of college, especially what a body like mine could have gotten around to doing. I definitely could have had way more sex, gone out with friends, drank at parties, and ultimately asserted my alpha male status. I’ve seen plenty of porn and instances where muscular hunks get everything they want and have a blast, I wanted that to be me. Before my program starts in September, I’m dedicated to making this happen, I want this to be a summer of fun where I’m the center of attention and get all the sex I can handle. I’ve been so busy I haven’t even had the time to show off my body at the beach or pool, it’s totally nuts, I know. But then, as I was planning out my summer, an insane opportunity hit me, my old friends from high school wanted to meet up again for a reunion. I genuinely hadn’t seen them in years, with us barely taking the time to text one another during undergrad.

Between studying, internships, research, and working out, high school had been the last thing on my mind throughout my time at the University of Chicago. Yet, when my old friend Olivia messaged me about doing a trip to Myrtle Beach, my mind travelled back to high school. Long before getting ripped and focusing so much on my education, I was just an average looking, closeted boy getting by at Academic Magnet High School in North Charleston, South Carolina. Back then, my friend group, which consisted of Olivia, Logan, and Eli, was how I got through it all. Olivia was by far the leader of our group, and arguably the smartest at the time. Although she was only 5’2” with a pretty average-to-skinny body, she was definitely a force to be reckoned with, and she knew it. Logan, on the other hand, at 5’11” and a little chubby, was what I would call your average dude, although he was still smart. If you had any issues with your computer, he was the guy to talk to, or honestly if you were just looking for a good laugh. Then, there was Eli, a guy I could talk about for hours, he was my best friend, and my first real crush. Standing at 5’9” with an even skinner body then mine, hazel eyes, and the cutest face, he captivated my attention for most of high school. It was my attraction to him that helped me come to terms with my bisexuality, although no one knew, and Eli was straight. But, more importantly, we had everything in common, out of the four of us, Eli and I were the closest. When it came to all that fun nerdy stuff I talked about earlier, we were in sync.

Ultimately, we were the stereotypical friend group you see in movies, but that changed quickly by the time we received our college admissions letters our senior year. I got into the University of Chicago for history, Logan would be attending the University of Pennsylvania for computer science, and both Eli and Olivia would be going to Boston College to study biology. The world was separating us, but for the sake of our futures, maybe it really was time to move on. Yet, in planning to head to Boston, Olivia and Eli grew closer than ever before, a clear wedge being created between myself and Eli. Everyone saw it, and many speculated that they were probably even secretly dating, but I didn't know anything about that. By the time we graduated, the group was meeting less and less, which was sad, but maybe that’s just a part of life after high school. Luckily, we did create a post-high school group chat, but that was sparingly used for bigger news. This included big internship announcements and other academic achievements, but also the news that Olivia and Eli were now dating and me coming out as bisexual to the group. In hindsight, this would have been the place to mention my insane transformation, but by the time I came into my own, the group chat was completely dead. When Olivia messaged us all about the potential of a weekend trip to Myrtle Beach, I hadn’t opened that chat in almost two years.

This was more than just a suggestion for me, it was a blast from the past that brought back so many memories and emotions. Yet, what dominated my thinking, and gave me butterflies in my stomach, was the idea that I would see Eli again after all these years. I know he’s straight, and we’ve both changed so much in our own ways, but when I got that text I was transported back to a time where we were discovering ourselves together. At the same time, I had no idea how he and the others would react to my rippled muscles, nor did I know how I would feel around Olivia and Eli as a couple. It would definitely be weird, but my gut was telling me I had to see this through, and on some level, I missed all of them. Ultimately, after thinking more about it, I knew I had to get out there more, and decided to message the group that I was definitely interested. Soon after, Eli confirmed as well, and Logan was also in, asking if he could bring his girlfriend.

Great, I agreed to a beach vacation with two couples, but it was too late to back out now, I have to go and show off the new me. Ironing out the details, we realized I would be the last to get back to South Carolina after wrapping up in Chicago, so we decided it would be easier if I just headed straight there after sending my dorm stuff home. It was a weird feeling, I genuinely hadn’t gone to the beach in years and now I was going to Myrtle Beach to meet up with people who use to be my closest friends. All of this was making me feel like I was back in high school, I was the nervous little kid again despite these rippling abs and massive pecs. But soon enough, I had to man up, so I packed up everything I needed and headed to Myrtle Beach. Olivia gave me the address of the house, and even though I was supposed to arrive last, somehow, I made it there first. Yet, without the key, I was stuck just waiting outside in my car. I don’t know how long I was just sitting there checking stuff out on my phone, but then all of a sudden, another car pulled up next to me and lowered its window.

“Are you the owner of this house?” asked a pretty attractive girl with light-brown hair, blue eyes, and honestly solid breasts.

“No, I’m actually staying here with some friends for the weekend,” I responded, smiling back, probably flirting a little.

“Wait a minute, it can’t be, Wyatt?” added the guy next to her in the driver’s seat, who I couldn’t get a good look at because of the sun in my eye.

Finally adjusting my vision, I put two and two together and realized Logan was the one driving. He had definitely changed a bit, gaining the expected college weight, but it was clearly him. Now I felt kind of bad for looking at his girlfriend so much, but wow did he luck out with her. Anyways, bringing myself back to reality, “Yeah it’s me Logan, long time no see,” I said, genuinely enthusiastic to see a familiar face.

“No way man, I barely recognized you! Let me park over there and we can catch up a bit,” he replied as he drove away with the goofiest looking smile on his face.

As he parked and got out of the car with his girlfriend, the butterflies returned, this was actually happening, it was go-time. I turned off the air conditioner, took the key out of the car, fixed my hair in the mirror, put on my sunglasses, and stepped out of the car. The two of them walked over to the entrance of the house, and as I approached them I forgot how much I actually towered over Logan. Back then, I was just a skinny kid, even if I was taller, Logan could have beat the shit out of me easy if he ever wanted. But now, I was wider, with my muscles giving me an edge that made me the true alpha here. When I finally got to the entrance, it was easy to tell that Logan had come to the exact same conclusion, I was in charge now.

“I wasn’t sure seeing you from the car, but holy shit man what happened to you?” Logan asked looking me up and down, from the pecs stretching out my shirt to my large guns half poking out from my short sleeves.

“Like, actually...Logan, I had no idea you were friends with a model, I’m Zoey by the way,” she stated giggling, practically tripping over her words.

“Okay Zoey, I get that he’s hot, but you don’t have to drool over him,” Logan added, half joking, and half genuinely intimidated by my new hunky body.

Unable to stop myself from laughing, but at the same time enjoying every minute of this I responded, “Really, I just started working out during college, then one thing led to another, and boom.”

“Boom is right man, how much are you benching, you’re looking huge,” Logan responded, admiring my progress in his usual bro attitude.

“Around 355 pounds give or take, but honestly, I don’t keep too much track of that. I started working out for fun basically and then ended up with these,” I said pointing to my juicy pecs.

Not even knowing where to look, Zoey blurted out, “the real question is how are you still single looking like that, doesn’t make any sense to me.”

With Logan practically giving her a dirty look, I replied, “I just haven’t had time to look for the right person I guess.” As those words came out of my mouth, I couldn’t help but think of Eli. Yet, before I could add anything further, I heard a voice that sent shivers down my spine, it was him. A car had driven up the drive-way while we were talking and when the window rolled down, Eli greeted all of us from the passenger seat as Olivia parked. It was time, it was now or never, I had to man up and do this. Over the past three years I had developed the body of a muscled god, but Eli was looking cuter then ever as he stepped out of the car. Other than maturing a little and filling out more, he looked practically the same. You could basically say that about Olivia too, but, in this moment, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Eli.

Waking me from my trance, Olivia yelled out, “No way! Wyatt! You’re looking amazing!” She then ran up into my arms giving me a big hug, half expecting me to hold her up. “Jesus, you’re as hard as a rock, what were they feeding you,” she added while trying, and failing, to wrap her hands around my perfectly sculpted biceps.

“That’s exactly what we were just talking about,” said Logan as he jokingly slapped me on my back, feeling how dense my chiseled back muscles really were.

“Thanks for the compliments guys,” I responded as I blushed, “it means a lot, I’m pretty proud of the progress I’ve made.” Not knowing the commotion I’d cause, I jokingly finished that off by flexing my right bicep, forming a large veiny mound of pure muscle under my tight skin. Literally all of their jaws fell to the ground, with more praise coming for my muscles. Yet, in the background, Eli stood there, looking disinterested, unfazed by my new body. If anything, I wanted him most to be happy with my progress, but nothing, it hurt.

Practically reading my mind, Olivia next stated, “Isn’t Wyatt’s transformation insane Eli?”

Almost as if being forced, Eli finally said something, “Yeah, definitely,” and then proceeded to grab his and Olivia’s stuff from the trunk as he headed for the house.

“What’s gotten into him,” Logan responded.

“Oh, I think he’s just tired from the trip, and probably acting a little shy since it's been so long,” Olivia replied as she put her hand over her forehead and laughed a little.

“That make sense, maybe if we all go get settled in he’ll open up then,” Zoey added, attempting to break any sort of tension.

I was feeling irrational, like I was overthinking the whole situation, but it felt like he didn’t care at all about my growth, and worse, didn’t seem interested in this reunion. Yet, maybe he was actually just being shy; either way, I couldn’t let my negative thinking ruin this vacation. Like everyone else, I grabbed my stuff from the car and headed inside the house. Olivia really had outdone herself, the place looked like it was straight out of a magazine, with a gorgeous view in the back of the house facing the beach. Renting it for the weekend must have cost a fortune, but Olivia said she was happy to cover the expense if we all brought the food and drinks. As I walked around taking it all in, it seemed like Olivia and Eli had already taken the upstairs master bedroom for themselves, leaving one room for me and another for Logan and Zoey. As I put everything away in my room, attempting to think positively, I couldn’t help but love all the attention the others were giving me. Knowing we would be heading to the beach shortly after, I decided to take this as an excuse to show off further. Not even caring that the door was still open, I stripped down to my boxer briefs, just barely managing to squeeze my shirt off above my large, meaty pecs, and my pants down passed my enormous, thick thighs. Then I put on my sexy new black swim speedo and grabbed my grey backpack, ready to head out when everyone else was ready, but more importantly excited to show off further. Looking at my shirtless body in the mirror hanging from the closet, fuck did I look hot.

Walking back out into the living room, I took in the view of the beach, feeling the ocean breeze against my ripped body. With the light hitting me just right, I really must have looked like a god among men. As cute as Eli was, and manly Logan looked, those guys had nothing on the body that I had chiseled in the gym for hours on end. On top of that, my naturally tan skin gave me the perfect summer body unlike any other, which I was ready to happily share with everyone. I wanted to be admired like a Greek god, for others to look at me with envy or lust, making me the center of attention that I longed deserve to have. Chuckling to myself, catching my cocky new attitude, I couldn’t believe my thoughts. This really was going to be a summer to remember.

“Wyatt, your back is legitimately insane,” Olivia blurted out as she walked down the stairs in her beach attire, taking in the view of the beach and the body of a real man standing in front. I don’t think my muscles turned her on the same way as Zoey, but she couldn’t help but stare either.

As I turned around to reveal my torso in its full, incredible glory, Olivia was just in pure shock, only awoken by a knock at the door. Olivia was still seemingly stuck in place, so I walked over to the entrance and opened it. I recognized the guy on the other side, Derek, from the listing that Olivia showed me when she sent me the address. Either way, it was clear that he was enjoying the view, arguably drooling more than Zoey ever had. I couldn’t help but flex a little, showing the full extent of beauty my muscular physique had to offer. I think I even bounced my pecs a little without thinking about it, which he definitely took note of before finally trying to speak to me.

“Um…hi…I’m Derek, the owner of this property…just wanted to greet you guys…and give you the key to the shed in the back with…um…some stuff you might need,” he barely got out.

Chuckling to myself, and amazed at the power I had over him, I replied, “Thanks man, appreciate it.” I then went to slowly take the key from his hand, which took a little effort as he was clearly just staring at my body while trying not to make it too obvious.

“Well, um…bye for now then…let me know if you have any…issues,” Derek said as he walked away slowly, trying to take in the view of my body for as long as he could.

Finally regaining her composure, Olivia walked up next to me and asked as I closed the door, “That was Derek, right? What did he want?”

“Nothing really, just wanted to greet us and give us a key to what I think is house supplies, not sure, he wasn’t very clear about that,” I responded as I put my right hand on the back of my neck.

“You know he was totally checking you out though right, but like who could blame him I guess,” Olivia stated before realizing the full extent of her words and blushing ever so slightly.

“I think I’m just new to this whole looking like a stud idea, I’ve legit just been focusing so much on school work these past few years,” I responded as I looked down to take in my own body again.

Laughing to herself, Olivia said, “I can’t speak for your washboard abs and what not, but I understand the school work bit. I’ve been working my butt off in biology to get into graduate school, and it looks like I’ll be headed to Rutgers’ neuroscience doctoral program.”

Practically scaring her with my excitement, I blurted out, “Oh my God, congrats Olivia, I’m heading to Columbia University for history, we’ll actually be kind of close for once!”

“No way, Eli is actually looking for work in New York City, maybe you guys can be roommates or something. But wait, let me actually go see how he’s doing, I want to get to the beach ASAP,” Olivia stated before running off up the stairs and closing the door behind her. She really was as fun as ever, and the idea of rooming with Eli drove me crazy.

I walked over to grab a drink of water from the fridge, but before I could even take a sip, it seemed like everyone just came out of their rooms at once. All of them were in their beach attire, but definitely not as ready as I was. Nevertheless, they were each having their own conversations, kind of making me feel left out, but once they made it into the kitchen all eyes were definitely on me. At this point, I craved the attention, the admiration, and from Zoey, the lust. Yet, as much as Eli looked, he didn’t, it was like I had done something wrong and he didn’t even want to make eye contact with me. Nevertheless, I took the time to lightly flex while I drank my water, their conversations dying down in favor of staring. I was genuinely tempted just to spill the water over my luscious pecs and killer abs just to see how they’d react, but I’m not that nuts, yet.

“So guys, are we heading to the beach or what,” I said trying to wake people up while I walked towards the back door.

“Yeah, let’s get going, we can catch up there,” responded Logan as he grabbed his stuff with one hand and Zoey with the other, as Eli and Olivia walked behind them.

Walking past the pool in the back onto the wooded path on the way to the sand, the beach air felt phenomenal against my ripped body, it was a shame I hadn’t been to the beach in years. It was amusing to walk with everyone, as not only did I tower over all of them, but I just looked totally out of place with my fitness-model physique. But, soon enough, it was the moment of truth, as when we walked onto the beach with other college students, families, locals, and so on, it was clear that I was the biggest guy on the beach. No one came close to having a body that could compete with mine, it was incredible. I had never felt like more of an alpha, which was only made better as Logan took off his shirt to reveal a slight gut, and Eli revealed his adorably skinny, small frame. Olivia was similarly average as she took off her clothes to reveal her bikini, but Zoey on the other hand had a genuinely great body that I couldn’t help but admire even if she was with Logan. Nevertheless, I felt like it was up to me to get the conversation going again, as all of them were ogling my body to different degrees, or just trying not to look too much, while setting up their towels.

“So, Logan, I was talking to Olivia about her college experience before, how was yours?” I asked as I began to spray sun screen over my giant shoulders and incredible pecs.

“Honestly a lot of fun, even with all the work, and now I’m headed to do programming and security for a startup. Either way though, the real highlight was meeting Zoey,” he replied as he grabbed her hand and smiled.

“How long have you two been together?” Olivia added as she grabbed Eli’s hand.

“A little over a year, but nowhere near the three years I’ve heard you two have been together, what’s your secret?” Zoey commented, genuinely curious.

“I wouldn’t say there’s any single secret, but maybe it’s being friends more than anything that helps keep people together,” Olivia replied, smiling and blushing a little.

Finally seeming to gain the courage to speak, Eli added, “Not only are we dating, but she’s genuinely my best friend, I could not have survived college without her. I think we just click as people more than anything.” Then, for just a second, he looked over at me, but when we made eye contact, he turned back to Olivia.

“Exactly, but now it looks like we’ll be a little separated. I think we can make it work though,” Olivia stated as she leaned over for a brief kiss with Eli.

“Oh yeah Eli, Olivia said you would be looking for work in New York, I’ll be there for grad school,” I replied trying to get him to finally acknowledge me directly.

“Yeah I will be, cool,” Eli responded before quickly changing the topic as he turned to Logan and Zoey, “and how will you guys deal with the post-college separation?”

“We might not have to separate as much, any of us actually, because my job is New York, and Zoey will be attending nursing school at NYU,” Logan said like a gleeful little kid.

Seemingly far more excited, Eli replied, “that’s awesome, maybe we can work something out in the city then.”

Before, I had definitely just been paranoid about the whole situation, but that was weird. He clearly just ignored me, but when Logan basically said the exact same thing, Eli seemed pumped. Instead of worrying so much about this though, I decided to try to take charge of the situation myself, so I suggested we all go play in the water for a bit. I feel like in high school no one really listened to me, or it just wasn’t as easy to convince them, but now my words were basically seen as orders. No one questioned what I was saying, they moved on command, I guess I really was the alpha of the group now. My incredible new body warranted respect, which they just automatically gave me, almost instinctually, even Eli. Nevertheless, I think once we broke the ice, the overall group dynamic started to go well, just not my relationship with Eli. We splashed around in the ocean, told funny college stories, tossed a ball around, tanned a bit, and not even kidding, played with the sand a little. At the same time, I enjoyed the stares from people that passed us on the beach. It was clear that my body was a spectacle, I bet so many of them wanted to come over and touch, but I probably made them shy. With that said, I did find excuses to flex whenever I could, which even my friends enjoyed. By far, I was the king of the beach, and my body deserved every minute of it. But, eventually, the fun had to come to an end, and when the sun started going down, I suggested we go inside, and of course, they all listened.

On our way back we stopped at the outdoor shower that belonged to the rental property, and each took turns cleaning off the sand from our bodies. When it was my turn, I felt like putting on a little show, so as the water trickled over my body I sensually began to rub each of my muscles. I was removing the sand, but I was doing it in probably the hottest way I could think of. Gently rubbing every ripped region of my body, as it glistened under the water, fuck I must have looked so sexy. It was clear that they all took a second to watch me, even Eli and Logan, because in that moment I was irresistible even if you were a straight man. Interestingly though, it was Eli who broke up the viewing party, as he was the last one who needed to shower. He was a little skinny guy, but I couldn’t help but watch as he took his turn. In that moment, I was back in high school, watching my best friend with pure lust, but when he turned off the water, I was reminded that he couldn’t be mine, and possibly wasn’t even interested in being friends.

Back at the house, everyone took the time to shower and change. This time I chose not to go shirtless, but instead went with a tight, revealing sleeveless grey shirt with maroon shorts that hugged my strong thighs just right. Again, I was the first one that made it out into the living room, and I could have sworn I heard sex noises coming from Logan and Zoey’s designated bathroom, but I only caught the tail end if anything. Not going to lie, I was jealous, everyone was auto going to get action on this vacation, but I was going to have to work for it. I guess maybe that’s an exaggeration, as I probably could have grabbed someone off the beach and fucked their brains out right then and there. The idea was getting my kind of turned on, but before I could entertain the fantasy for too long, Olivia and Eli made their way downstairs.

“That was such a fun time at the beach,” Olivia said as she headed into the kitchen, “but I think it’s time we cut loose a little bit and have some real fun.” She returned with one of the bottles of vodka that we brought and started pouring shots for everyone. Sitting down on the couch next to me she handed one to me, and then motioned Eli to come over for his. He was reluctant at first, but then made his way next to her. Eli then proceeded to take shot like it was nothing, but it was soon clear that he wasn’t used to drinking at all.

“You next Wyatt,” Olivia said with an adorable smile on her face.

I obliged, taking the shot like a champ. I definitely didn’t have much experience drinking, but the taste wasn’t any worse than some of the protein shakes I had started taking. Olivia also didn’t have too much trouble drinking hers, and soon enough Logan and Zoey joined us, who seemed to be far more versed in partying. Eli and I didn’t end up drinking as much as the rest of them, but given his small, petite frame, he eventually got just as drunk as them. By the end of the night, they were all pretty drunk, but we were having a blast, the alcohol finally breaking down the remaining walls between us. Yet, Eli still didn’t acknowledge me any more than he had to, something that at this point was just pissing me off more than anything. Eventually though, it was clear that the alcohol was really getting to the couples, with Logan and Zoey all but grinding on one another. First, they left to their rooms and turned on music, probably to cover up their fucking, and then I think Eli was just legit passing out, so Olivia said good night and headed off to bed with him. There I was, left alone, not even tired, so I decided to clean up the place a little, just so we wouldn’t have to in the morning. Once I had gotten the kitchen and living room looking how we found it, I decided to take out the trash, where I saw Derek talking with some guy on the other side of the fence. Jealous of the fun everyone else was having, I decided to head over to them, and just see what might happen.

“Woah it’s the hunk from earlier, sorry about coming off a little weird, it’s just that I didn’t expect that at all,” Derek said as he looked me up and down like before.

“No worries, I’m honestly just growing into the power this body has,” I chuckled to myself, “and it’s Wyatt by the way, who’s your friend though.”

“Oh, that’s my boyfriend Alex,” Derek responded as he smiled at him and winked.

“Wow, it really does seem like everyone is dating someone, and here I was hoping to find someone to have sex with on this trip,” I replied half kidding, but at the same time totally serious.

Biting his bottom lip, Alex stated, “well that can be arranged, you’re so fucking hot man.”

“Since earlier I’ve wanted to get my hands all over you,” Derek added as the two of them hopped the fence over to my side.

Genuinely not expecting this I stated, “oh, well, I’ve never done anything like this guys.”

“Don’t worry, we can take the lead, just lift your shirt and show us those rock hard abs and sexy v-shape,” practically begged Derek.

During my previous sexual experiences, I was total virgin, the idea of sex scared me even if I had this amazing body. Yet, now, I was coming into my own, I was a hunk, and I deserved to be pleasured, no worshipped, by little wimps like Derek and Alex. They really did take charge though, these twinks were hungry for my body, quickly getting on their knees. Derek took the opportunity to lick each of my eight individual abs while unbuckling my belt, while Alex began to rub my thick, hairy legs, taking in the god that was in front of him. Soon enough, Derek had me down to my black boxer briefs as he started playing with my growing cock through them. Alex, on the other hand, wanted some time licking my abs for himself while rubbing my equally as impressive obliques. Neither of them could control themselves around me, I didn’t even have to do anything. Eventually though, they had had enough and together they stripped off my underwear revealing my hard 7-inch cut cock.

“Fuck, your cock is just as amazing as your body Wyatt,” Alex remarked as he began to play with my balls.

“You’re a wet dream come true,” added Derek as he began to put my cock in his mouth.

“God, that feels so good Derek,” I said as I began to push his head deeper into my groin.

This was incredible, the power I had over these two was something I could never imagine. Sure, my friends were in the house having sex, but here I was being blown by the hot neighbors in the backyard. I didn’t care who could be watching, I bet it would even turn them on to see us like this. By this point, Alex practically had his mouth completely around my balls while he rubbed my rock hard ass, which I eagerly flexed for him. Derek, on the other hand, was my personal play thing, as I had my hands on the back of his head face fucking him. The little wimp could barely breathe, with tears running down his cheeks, but he couldn’t get enough of my steel rod. Once it was clear he had had enough, I pushed him to the ground and let Alex have his turn, who just as eagerly took all of my cock down his throat. That’s when Derek got up, and standing above Alex, leaned over to suck on my delicious abs and meaty pecs. The little guy was losing it over my hard muscles, while his boyfriend begged for my cum in his mouth. I couldn’t believe that I had turned this couple into my personal sex slaves, and we were just getting started. Yet, I was getting close, I might look like a sex machine, but my journey had just began. It was taking all of my core and groin strength at this point to stop myself from exploding inside of Alex’s pretty little mouth.

“Fuck, guys…I’m so close,” I stated as I was beginning to pant loudly

Without saying a word, the weaklings knew exactly what to do before the big finish. Alex took his mouth off of my cock before Derek knelt down next to him again. Then, Alex began to jerk me off as Derek played with my balls, while the two of them began to lick my sculpted, shredded abs simultaneously. This was driving me crazy, they were both worshipping my body and pleasuring the cock of their god. Eventually, I just couldn’t hold it anymore, and with little to no effort, I shoved the pair to the ground as I grabbed my monstrous cock, furiously jerking over their frail little bodies. In no time I was spewing my hot cum over the couple; I was so backed up that it sprayed all over their bodies and faces, completely drenching them. As my stream was finally finishing up the two frantically began to lick it off of one another, hoping not to waste a single drop. I had never been so turned on, so powerful, so in control in my entire life, and I wanted more.

“Hey, is everything alright out there, is that you Wyatt?” Olivia asked almost as if she was speaking into the void.

Startled, I quickly shook off any remaining cum, picked up my shorts, zipped up, and headed for the house. Looking back, I could see that Alex and Derek were still having the time of their lives, and I wish that I could keep going with them, but I didn’t need my friends seeing me act like some sex starved lunatic in the backyard. When I made it inside, Olivia greeted me half asleep and still kind of drunk. She was planning to do some cleaning up herself but was happy to see that I had done it. Yet, when she noticed that the door was still open, she just wanted to make sure that nothing had had happened to me. Little did she know that I had just started my sexual journey this weekend. Back in my room, stripping down to my boxers, I laid in bed thinking about what just happened, while hoping for more. At the same time though, I could not shake Eli from my head. He was the dream, but if he’s straight, I have to try to move on with fun like tonight.

Not waking up as hungover as my friends, I decided to head to a nearby gym that allowed guests for a small fee. If I was going to have fun this weekend I needed to maintain my perfect body, but at the same time the stress of Eli had me wanting to clear my head with a solid workout. Thinking I might need my strength more than anything, I worked on my biceps the most, with veins popping up all over my arms. Facing a mirror in front of me, I was able to see my muscles flex and unflex as the sweat made my arms glisten. Fuck, I was a total beast, and last night proved that, I longed for that power again. You could see the dedication on my face, I was going to have endless sex, no one was going to stop me. Eli might not have been a possibility, but, as awful as it sounds, Zoey was. From the moment we met, to the beach, to the outdoor shower, to her constantly touching me while she was drunk, the girl wanted it bad. Yet, I couldn’t do that to Logan, it was just a hot idea.

After working up a good pump for about an hour and a half I made my way back to the house, where I still found everyone fast asleep. But, when I finally got into the shower, giving each of my massive muscles a nice lathering, I finally heard motion coming from upstairs. Getting back to the shower though, honestly, I loved feeling my own muscles, I was just so hard everywhere. Sure, having another person worship your body is next level, but just being able to play with your own muscles, realizing how much of a god you are, that’s something only I can experience. Just me, standing in this hot steamy bathroom, only a piece of glass separating me from the outside world. The outline must looked incredible, and at my height, I basically took up the entire panel. It’s probably super cocky and egotistical to love your own body so much, but wouldn’t you if you looked like me, trust me, you would.

Soon enough, I had genuinely just turned myself on, rubbing my giant pecs, playing with each of my chiseled abs, flexing my pumped rock-hard biceps, grabbing at my steel-like ass, it was too much, even for me. My cock was rock hard, pure testosterone flowing through my veins, I was ready to explode like last night. I couldn’t help myself, so I leaned back against the wall; with my right hand I began to jerk myself off thinking of fucking Alex and Derek, and with my left hand I was tracing ever single area of my Adonis level physique. Not holding back, it only took a few minutes before my cock was erupting, this time all over the shower panel. Stream after stream coating the glass with my man juice as I moaned softly and continue to rub my pulsating muscles. Yet, in the throes of ecstasy I could just barely make out the outline of someone looking at me through the glass. I must have been so into myself and in deep thought that I didn’t hear the door open. But, as I finished cumming, and went to go look at who that might have been on the other side, they were gone, the door left ajar.

Toweling myself off, I could only imagine it was Zoey sneaking a peek at my body, god did I want to fuck the shit out of her. Well, either way, I’m glad to have put on a good show for her, maybe she’ll have sex with Logan thinking of me; Jesus I’m turning into such a dick. Heading back to my room with a towel wrapped tightly around my waist, I noticed there was no one around, so Zoey must have run back into her room after what she saw. Then, back in my room, I left the door slightly open, half hoping to attract the peeper again, and dropped my towel. I never got tired of looking at my full naked body in the mirror, it really was amazing. Honestly, I could keep jerking off all day to my body, but I decided to get dressed and make breakfast for everyone. Logan and Zoey especially drank a lot last night, so I just wanted to do something nice for everyone. Sure, the idea of endless sex is so hot, but like, I’m still a chill guy that cares about other people, the part of me which ultimately won’t let go of Eli, I imagine.

“Woah man, whatever you’re making smells so good, get me a piece of that,” Logan said walking into the kitchen with the worst bed head.

“Yeah of course, I thought you guys would all be a little hungover, so I decided to make some breakfast,” I responded looking back with a smile.

“Man, in the most hetero way possible, you’re a fucking catch, you know that. Muscles like superman and you can cook? Bet you can get anyone you want,” Logan went on as he sat in a chair by the kitchen island.

Laughing to myself, and knowing the truth, I replied, “Sure Logan, whatever you say.” Then I passed him one of my classic omelets, “hope you enjoy this.”

After just one bite he stopped to savor it, then added, “Yes I’m hungover, but this omelet is still fucking banging.”

“Okay I want whatever you guys are having, I’m starving,” stated Olivia as she came down the stairs surprisingly put together and ready compared to how I saw her last night.

“Definitely, coming right up…so where’s Eli,” I blurted out before quickly adding, “and Zoey.”

“Well, Eli hopped into the shower a little while ago, so he should be down soon,” Olivia responded like it was a perfectly normal question.

“Zoey was actually finishing up her makeup before I left,” Logan stated as he continued to scarf down his omelet.

“She does know the spa is on the agenda today, right?” Olivia questioned skeptically.

“Oh fuck, I totally forgot,” Logan said before running out of the kitchen and back into his room.

“Where did you get the idea for a spa anyways,” I said while handing Olivia her breakfast.

“Well, apparently this is supposed to be the best spa in the area, and what’s better than some massages and real relaxation after the stress of college,” Olivia stated while eating her omelet.

“Well you got me there...looking forward to it,” I replied smiling as I dug into my own breakfast.

Shortly after, the rest of the gang joined us downstairs, with Zoey a little annoyed that she didn’t know today’s plans. Nevertheless, we enjoyed some more fun conversation, with occasional hangover complaints as everyone finished their breakfast. Then, people headed back to their rooms, got their stuff, and we were off to the spa. Luckily, the location was just a few miles away, and we were all looking forward to some genuine relaxation after last night. As expected, Eli barely spoke a word to me, but I felt like I was getting really close with the others. Similarly, as you might assume, Zoey continued to stick close to me, yet, now, she seemed more annoyed with Logan than usual. Honestly, it felt like the make-up thing was just scratching the surface of something going on between them. Either way, not my problem...unless it was.

As we were walking into the spa, Eli commented, “Hey Olivia, did you know this was a Korean spa by any chance.”

“Does that matter babe?” she genuinely asked back.

“You’re kidding right?” he laughed, “aren’t these places like nude only, separated by gender or something."

“No, that can’t be right, don’t worry about that babe,” she responded, only half sure of what she was saying.

Despite what Olivia told Eli though, he was right, after we paid we were asked to go to separate locker-rooms and strip completely naked. The idea was weird, but it didn’t necessarily freak me or Logan out, yet Eli was not having it. Sadly for him, Olivia and Zoey ran off before he could say anything, so he either had to come in with us, or spend the whole day outside in the parking lot. He looked legitimately worried, embarrassed at the idea of us seeing him naked, but eventually he caved and walked into the locker-room with us.

“Come on guys, how does this not weird you out,” Eli said, hoping we would agree with him and leave.

“Eli, listen, it’s not a big deal,” Logan replied as he began to strip down, “We’re all friends here, no one is going to make fun of how you look naked."

Turning red, Eli yelled back, “fine...whatever sure.”

“You’ll be okay Eli, don’t worry,” I said as I followed Logan’s lead by stripping off my own clothes and grabbing one of the spa-provided towels.

Not even looking at me, and clearly annoyed, Eli responded, “Well Wyatt, not all of us look like you, so maybe it’s not as easy to just get naked in front of whoever.”

Before I could respond, Logan turned to me, now nude as well, and exclaimed, “Holy shit Wyatt, you look incredible. Muscular, and you have a big dick, that’s not fair. How big is that bad boy?”

Beginning to feel just a little comfortable in this situation, I replied, “Roughly around 7-inches I think?”

“Damn, you have like a whole inch on me dude,” Logan said, “but it looks like I’m a little bigger than Eli over here,” he added looking over to the now nude Eli.

“Ha, ha, laugh it up Logan, yeah it’s an average 5.5-inches, big deal,” Eli stated while grabbing a towel and holding it up in front of his dick.

“Come on Eli, I didn’t mean it like that,” Logan responded, feeling a little shitty for how he had worded that. “Let’s just get going, I think there’s a sauna right outside the locker-room."

The locker-room had been pretty sparse, but once we showered up and walked out into the main area of the men’s side of the spa, there was a good number of guys lounging and moving from activity to activity. As we followed a sign that pointed us towards the sauna, it was clear that my tall, massive figure was catching the attention of the guys we passed. Some of them looked with envy, hating that they weren’t even half as good looking as me, while others clearly liked what they were seeing, wishing that I would grab them and take them this very second. No matter where I went, the beach or the spa, I looked like a mother fucking god, I was always the alpha in the room, and I loved every minute of it. My body itself was magnificent, chiseled out of marble, but on top of that, no one would expect a guy at my height to build such muscle, and then have a pretty decent dick on top of that. Either way, all these wimps at the spa couldn’t help but admire such a stud as we made it to the sauna. Yet, here I was, eyeing Eli’s cute little ass, wishing I could fuck the shit out of him against the nearby wall.

Doing my best to control myself as we entered the sauna and sat down, I leaned back against the wall, the sweat from the steam already showing off my body perfectly, and I exclaimed, “this was so long overdue, wow.”

“You can say that again, life has been pretty stressful recently,” Logan stated as he leaned back as well, closing his eyes.

“With what, the job hunt?” Eli replied, “that’s been pretty tough for me honestly.”

“Nah, nah, well, yeah, but what’s really been bothering me is my relationship with Zoey,” Eli said, almost uncertain if he should even be talking about this.

Leaning forward almost too quickly, my pecs shaking a little, causing the sweat to drip down them slowly, I responded, “How so? I feel like you guys are so good together.”

“I guess we do a good job of hiding it then,” Logan said, chuckling to himself. “But, no, we haven’t really been alright for a month or two now. We just aren’t clicking as much anymore, and we’re fighting a lot even if we still have...some good times.”

“I’m really sorry to hear that, “ Eli remarked, looking sadly over to Logan. “Is there anything we can do to help.”

“Yeah Logan, it’s been a long time, but we’re here for you,” I commented, moving closer.

“Thanks guys, I really appreciate it, but it just is what it is,” Logan stated as he wiped sweat off his forehead. “But enough about my dumb love life…Wyatt, you must be loving all the attention, I know that shit would go straight to my head. We all noticed those guys guys staring at you as we walked over here.”

Of course I loved it, I craved it at this point, it turned me on so much, but I didn’t want to be a dick about it. “I’m gonna be honest, it’s kind of fun,” I blurted out, not knowing how the two of them would react.”

“I bet,” Eli replied snarkily.

“Come on Eli, you know that if you looked like that you’d be flaunting it all over, don’t be jealous” Logan said as he laughed and shook his head. “Maybe you should start working out with Wyatt in New York, bet Olivia would love to see you with some muscle on those bones.”

Turning a little red, Eli responded, “Whatever Logan, if you like his body so much, why don’t you go for him.”

“Well, I’m confident enough in my sexuality to say that if I were gay, I would not be able to control myself around Wyatt,” Logan responded, staring at my glorious meaty pecs, before playfully punching them with his right hand. “Jesus Wyatt, you’re legit hard as a rock, come feel this Eli.”

“I’m fine,” Eli stated, leaning back, closing his eyes.

Later, after spending a little more time sweating away in the sauna, we decided to go for back massages. Eli seemed far more relaxed in this situation, as each staff member took us to our designated massage table, asked us to lay on our stomachs, and got to work on our backs. Honestly, it seemed like the lady working with me was having her own fun, rubbing her hands hard across the ridges of my back muscles. It was kind of funny though because I was so tall that my legs were slightly hanging off of the table. But genuinely, aside from how sexy I probably looked, and how turned on the lady probably was, it was a fantastic massage. It took her some time to really get into my rock-hard muscles, but after a little while I was more relaxed than I’ve been in years. By the time we all got up, I could tell the others were feeling just as good. Eli actually enjoyed it so much that he had developed a little hard-on, which he quickly tried to hide, but failed to, like at all.

Next, after getting some lunch at the main cafeteria, we moved on to the hot tub, which felt amazing after the massage earlier. But once we had had enough, we finished off our day at the spa with facial treatments. Honestly, when it comes to muscle-growth, no one talks about what it does to your face. Sure, your pecs become gigantic and your abs become shredded, but the shape of your face can change completely. If just my body had changed, I’d still be hot as fuck, but the jawline that developed in the process just takes me to the next level. For lack of a better word, I just had an ordinary face, but now, at the right angle, with the right look, I could probably turn on anyone I wanted, even you. Sure, I hadn’t used my good looks for sex and partying much until now, but I definitely used my charm over people academically. I knew that professors were nicer to me because they wanted me around, it was easy for me to take control of group projects with thirsty classmates, and interviewers for internships and graduate school ate me up. Ultimately, people looked up to me in my major, I was smart, but people wanted to stare at my sexy face and gorgeous body too. A wink, smile, and a tight shirt has really opened doors for me on top of my intense studying and school work.

Once we finished up our time at the spa, we headed back to the locker-room, took our time changing, and then headed out of the building to meet up with the girls by the cars. Even though Eli had enjoyed his time, he did seem kind of annoyed with Olivia, or at least just not as affectionate as he normally was with her. Everyone else though raved about their time, wanting to go back, wondering why they hadn’t done it before. Sure, being nude was kind of weird, but also in a way freeing, and getting to see Eli naked is something I won’t forget. Soon enough though, I was awoken from my thoughts when we arrived back at the house. Sadly, with the couples each heading to continue relaxing in their rooms, and likely more, I was left alone, again. Not knowing what to do, I decided to go sit by the beach. Grabbing a towel and removing my shirt, I made my way down and splashed around the water a bit to cool off. Then I actually ended up passing out on my towel next to the path up to the house, my sexy, muscular body glistening as the sun set.

“Oh shit, I didn’t see you there,” said Zoey as she woke me up from my nap, the beach now dark and empty.

Getting up from my towel, my rippling muscles still slightly wet, I responded, “Sorry, I think I must have lost track of time. The spa was just so relaxing, I laid down and I was out.”

“No, no, it’s my fault, I just needed some air,” Zoey replied, trying not to stare directly at my hunky, ripped body.

“Really, what happened?” I asked, genuinely concerned.

“It’s just me and Logan, we’ve been fighting for the longest time, and I just decided to end it tonight after we were screaming at each other,” Zoey stated, now staring deeply into my blue eyes.

Hoping to comfort her, I went in for a hug, not realizing the chain reaction this would cause. She wrapped her arms around me, comforted, but then began to sensually rub her face up against my monstrous pecs. Zoey knew exactly what she was doing, the feelings she would awaken, and I was in no mindset to stop it. Now rubbing her hands up and down my insane back, she turned her head slightly and began to lick my right nipple, first slowly, and then frantically. My nipple was extremely sensitive to her touch, quickly hardening as I could feel my boner forming in my shorts. Zoey then moved to licking the bottom edges of my pecs, lifting the mounds of pure muscle up ever so slightly with her tongue. I was getting so turned on by her saliva, but Zoey was in complete heaven worshipping the pecs of a god. Seeing how much fun she was having with my muscles I lifted her head, wiped some drool from her lips, and then flexed my right bicep for her as hard as I could. Zoey immediately latched on to it, first trying to wrap her hands around the massive, baseball-sized muscle, then moving to suck on the pure meat.

“Looks like you really love muscle, don’t you,” I said, beyond turned on by this situation.

“Fuck Wyatt, I’ve been watching you since we first met,” Zoey managed to reply between sucking and heavy breathing, “You make me so horny, I want you, I want all of you.”

“How about you give my abs some attention then?” I cockily responded.

Zoey didn’t need to be told twice, in seconds she was on her knees, rubbing my marble-like eight-pack with her soft, little fingers. Then, she started to use her tongue to trace the outline of each ab, one by one, before beginning to violently shake, having her first orgasm of the night. Unable to control myself any further, I picked her up into my arms, her legs instinctually wrapping against my strong, tight waist, and we began to furiously make out. Although her shirt was in the way, I could feel her hard nipples rubbing up and down my pecs, and the wet spot from her orgasm through her booty shorts on my stomach. Zoey begged to feel my muscular physique against her tiny frame, rhythmically shifting her body up against my torso. Hoping to increase her pleasure, and the intense horniness of the situation getting to my head, I effortlessly ripped her top and shorts off, the shreds falling onto the ground. Her now fully exposed, naked body was finally free to make direct contact with my Greek god of a body. It honestly took effort to keep her in place as she began to grind her vagina vigorously against my washboard abs.

“GOD…FUCK…this is amazing…Wyatt…your body…” Zoey could barely get out as she continued to make out with me.

“Jesus Zoey, you’re so…fucking horny...aren’t you,” I responded as I happily flexed and unflexed my abs against her engorged pussy.

Zoey couldn’t get enough of my amazing abs, rubbing her vagina against them faster and faster, her moans getting louder and longer between kisses. Soon enough she let out a loud scream as she orgasmed again, now all over my abs. I had to hold her tightly, just so she wouldn’t fall out of my arms as the liquid continued to flow from her vagina. Yet, after all that, Zoey still hadn’t had enough, she wanted more, so I took one of her breasts into my mouth and started sucking on it while my wet abs continued to play with her tight pussy. Somehow, she began to moan even more, as if she were desperately trying to catch her breath. Zoey didn’t know what to do with her hands, they moved frantically around my body, attempting to grab onto any muscle she could. It was so easy to hold her up, I could literally have done anything to her and she’d continue to orgasm all over me. There’s no way Logan ever came close to bringing her this much pleasure, he was nothing compare to me.

“Oh god…WYATT…I can’t hold it anymore…please fuck me…” Zoey begged as she had her third orgasm all over my abs again, completely drenching them.

“Gladly,” I replied as I fished a condom out of my shorts and dropped them down, exposing my meaty, hungry cock.

Losing all sense of control, I placed the condom on my steel pipe of a cock, lowered Zoey ever so slightly, and slid my dick into her tight vagina. With only half of it in, barely fucking her, she was already screaming my name, orgasming all over my penis. Little by little more of my cock was making it into her vagina as I began to fuck her harder and harder, deeper and deeper. By the time my dick was all the way inside of her, and I was fucking her as hard as I could standing up, I legitimately lost track of how many times Zoey had orgasmed, she was insatiable. Minutes passed, and I could tell she was beginning to pass out from the insane levels of ecstasy. Yet, as I was getting close, I noticed that someone was watching from the top of the path down to the beach; it was Eli. We made eye contact as I began to shoot load after load of hot, juicy cum into Zoey, while she herself had another earth-shattering orgasm. But then, by the time I finished and was able to sit Zoey’s practically lifeless body onto my towel, Eli was gone. That’s when the full reality of the situation hit me, I just had the hottest time of my life, but it was with Logan’s ex-girlfriend. They literally just broke up who knows how long ago, but I couldn’t help myself, she wanted me more than anything, and I deserved to be pleasured like the god I am.

Finally coming down from her orgasmic high, Zoey somehow managed to say, “Holy shit Wyatt, I’ve never orgasmed that many times in my life…you’re a fucking sex machine.”

“Would you believe that was only the second time I made good use of this body?” I responded jokingly, but at the same time accurately.

“No way Wyatt, don't mess with me,” Zoey replied breathing heavily, “I literally don’t think my vagina will ever be the same after that.”

Turning a little red, proud of my sexual ability, I added, “yet, I kind of feel shitty about this, like don’t get me wrong, that was amazing, but…Logan.”

“I know…I just couldn’t help myself,” Zoey stated, almost regretting the situation, but still relishing in the pleasure, “we should just get going…and talk about this later, I don’t know.”

That’s when I remembered about Eli, I wasn’t sure if we were going to tell Logan about this, but he knew. Not wanting to stress Zoey out any further though, I decided not to tell her and deal with Eli myself. Cleaning ourselves up in the outdoor shower, almost half tempted to go at it again, we picked up our belongings and headed back to the house. Zoey was wrapped in only a towel, so she headed straight for the bathroom, where she had left some clothes earlier. Dropping her off, and probably still reeking of sex, I decided to go upstairs and see if I could talk to Eli. Instead, Olivia answered the door, telling me that Ethan was in the shower and likely to go straight to bed afterwards. She thought that if it wasn’t anything urgent, it would be best to talk to him in the morning. Not wanting to make any sort of scene, I agreed, heading back downstairs to shower. Back in bed, I smiled to myself, remembering the out of this world time I had with Zoey. It was so wrong, but I was finally a real man worthy of this godlike physique.

Waking up before everyone else again, I decided to get in a quick workout doing some laps in the pool. I didn’t normally incorporate swimming into my workouts, but fuck was it a full body workout if you took it seriously. After I had had enough I decided to lay down on one of the nearby pool chairs to catch my breath, take in some sun, and enjoying my last day at the beach house. Truly, my body was a sight to behold at this angle, sometimes I couldn’t believe how hot I had become, legitimately a miracle. Yet, after a little while, I sat up, remembering that Derek had given us a key to the shed on the other end of the pool. Unlocking the door, I found some extra toiletries and house supplies, but, more importantly, there was a bunch of beach and pool stuff, including fun floats. Sure, this couldn’t solve all of our problems, but I thought maybe we could just enjoy some fun in the pool before we left, and cut down on the tension. With that said, hopefully this didn't mess with Olivia’s schedule too much, I joked to myself. The next moment was probably a comedic sight; pulling out a large pizza-shaped float from the shed, I laid it on the water and managed to just barely get on top of it. It was clearly not made for someone of my mass and height, but I was able to make it work.

“Comfy out there man?” Logan said as he walked outside with his usual bed head.

“Yes actually,” I chuckled, “Come join me. We have a pool...we might as well use it.”

“Hey, when you’re right, you’re right,” Logan responded as he took his shirt off and grabbed a pool noodle.

“So, um, how was everything with Zoey last night” I stated, fishing for information on what might have happened last night between them.

“Well, long story short, we broke up,” Logan mumbled, “we had a pretty big fight, she ran off and did whatever, then she asked me to sleep on the floor in the room when she got back.”

“Damn…I’m so sorry,” I replied, feeling more and more like a dick about last night.

Yet, before he could properly respond, Zoey walked out, making the situation pretty awkward. We both turned to look at her, but when she momentarily faced me, I didn’t see the same lust as usual, there was regret, even if it was the time of her life. With that said, she still joined us in the pool with her own pool noodle, heading to Logan, possibly looking to reconcile. It was kind of weird after last night, but I think we were all interested in moving forward in our own ways. But, there was still the issue of Eli seeing us, I had no idea what he was thinking, and when he made it out to the pool with Olivia, he didn’t have any discernible mindset or reaction. As per usual, he briefly looked over to me and then walked over to sit on a chair with Olivia.

“Hey guys, I didn’t know we were having a pool party out here,” Olivia exclaimed, excited to see everyone, from her perspective, having a good time.

“Yeah, I was getting in some laps and then I found all of these in the shed,” I said to Olivia, smiling from my float. “Thought we could just chill for a bit and then head over to whatever you had planned.”

“Sounds great to me, the agenda was just a pretty chill day at the boardwalk, so we can really do whatever,” Olivia replied as she took the time to spray some sun block on Eli's face.

Surprisingly, the rest of our time by the pool went pretty smoothly. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, with Logan and Zoey being friendly towards one another, me and Olivia chatting it up, and Eli surprisingly joining us for that. Don’t get too excited though, he only really talked to Olivia, only occasionally looking over and reacting to what I had to say. Either way, it was a good time, and I wasn’t going to let Eli’s attitude get in the way. Yet, eventually we did have to get ready to go down to the boardwalk. Making my way out of the pool, showing off my pumped up body in the process, I grabbed all of the floats, locked up the shed, and went to get ready with everyone else. Unlike my normal tight clothing, I decided to go with something a little nicer this time around for the final day. Looking through the clothing I had brought, I went with a blue button-down and green pants, with a slightly fancier pair of sunglasses to tie the whole outfit together.

Once everyone was ready and had some lunch, we walked over together, making our way to the boardwalk in just a few minutes. When we arrived, Logan and Eli went off on their own; my assumption was that Logan was going to tell Eli about his situation last night. Yet, I was scared of what Eli might say in response. We were all finally bonding, establishing a potential for more hangouts, but the events of last night could put that into jeopardy. Hoping I could prevent that, I tried to follow them, but Zoey stopped me before I could get any further. I imagine she wanted to clear up what happened between us last night, but she had no idea what could happen. Whatever the case, I decided it would be best to settle everything with Zoey first, hoping that Eli didn’t hate me enough to ruin this for all of us.

“Wyatt, what happened last night, it was amazing, really, but it can’t happen again,” Zoey pleaded.

“You’re right, I totally agree, I’ve been feeling shitty about it all morning,” I replied, feeling good about where we stood.

“Woah, what are you guys talking about,” asked Olivia, genuinely concerned.

“Well…Logan and I broke up last night and then Wyatt fucked me,” Zoey blurted out, unsure of how Olivia might react.

“Honestly Zoey, I can’t blame you…look at him,” Olivia said just being honest, “but you were broken up, so now it just depends on what you want.”

“Honestly, Wyatt is one of the most beautiful, muscular men I’ve ever seen in my life, but deep down inside I love Logan. I want to make it work,” Zoey responded, speaking from the heart.

“Alright, okay, then how about you and I go and talk with Logan then, I’m happy to help,” Olivia said with a big smile on her face. “Plus, I think Eli and Wyatt have their own tension to talk about if you ask me.”

“Wait, what,” I blurted out as Olivia took my hand and we all walked over to Logan and Eli; subsequently leaving me with just Eli, a dream, or maybe a nightmare.

There I was, finally left alone with Eli, and all I could muster up was, “so, what’s up.”

“Logan was just telling me about everything that happened between him and Zoey last night,” Eli responded, “but he’s hopeful they’ll get through it.”

Despite towering over Eli with a body that could easily rip him apart, I replied, shaking, “Eli, I can explain.”

“Please, just stop, I don’t want to hear it”

“It was just a spur of the moment thing, we couldn’t control ourselves, we’ve talked about it. It won’t happen again.”

“Really Wyatt, just don’t.”

Finally having enough of this, I practically yelled out, “Okay Eli, what’s up, we were such good friends and now you’re honestly treating me like shit."

Eli looked away, giving no response for what felt like minutes, it was agony, plain and simple. Not knowing what to do, I put my hand gently against his little shoulder, which startled him, prompting Eli to move away. Then, after a little while, he finally turned back to face me and exclaimed, “fine, do you really want to know what’s up?”

“Yes...please,” was all I could muster up in response.

“Okay, just not here…back at the house,” he stated as he started to walk in that direction.

When we made it to the house and walked inside I closed the door behind us, turning back towards Eli only to find him in tears. Just barely, he was able to get out “I’m so sorry Wyatt.”

Concerned, I commented, “for what…I just don’t get it.”

“Oh my god Wyatt, for being so smart you really can be dumb at times,” he chuckled between tears. “I’m fucking gay Wyatt, I’m fucking gay…are you happy, I’m fucking gay.” I didn’t even know how to respond to this revelation, but after at least a minute of silence, he continued, “I’ve been crushing on you since high school, and now with this body, it takes everything in my power to stop myself from wanting you.”

“But…but…how, why, what….” I said, unable to string any coherent sentences together.

“My parents would have completely disowned me if I came out to them in high school, but as best friends I was able to pretend, and it was amazing. Yet, when it came time to head off to college, Olivia and I truly clicked. I love her, but as a friend more than anything…I needed my parents off my back though, so I chose her over my happiness to convince them I wasn’t gay. Ultimately though, she was there for me all through college, I couldn’t have done it without her, and it seemed like you had moved on…”

Cutting him off, “honestly, I never moved on.”

Looking deep into my eyes, finally seeing me for the first time this whole trip, Eli responded, “either way, I couldn’t just drop Olivia like that, by this point I owe her my life. Yet, from the moment I saw you on Friday, I couldn’t stop myself from imagining what it would be like to be with you. Seeing you walk around shirtless with the…muscles of a god, it was too much for me. I couldn’t talk to you, or even look at you straight in that beautiful chiseled face, it was too much for my body to handle.”

“I’m sorry it was so tough for you, but the way you acted, it hurt me…more than you know,” I stated, with tears now coming down my face.

Then, while coming over to hug me, Eli said, “I hate the way that I acted towards you this weekend…really I was awful. You made me so horny though, I spent showers masturbating, thinking of you, and whenever I could sneak a peek at your gorgeous body, I drifted away. Then, when we had to get naked together at the spa, I was so scared that my secret would come out, that you’d make me hard and I wouldn’t be able to control myself.”

Chuckling lightly, I added, “for the record, I was barely able to control myself.”

“Oh stop, you’re some insanely muscled model hunk, I’m just a little wimp, I don’t know what you could possibly find attractive about me.”

Leaning down, moving my face closer to his, I replied, “don’t say that, just don't, I’ve known I was bisexual since high school, I loved spending every minute with you. But, sure, you don’t have big muscles, you’re still beyond adorable though.”

Blushing, Eli said, “the worse part of it though was that as I was repressing my feelings, I couldn’t help but spy on you. I noticed you were showering yesterday morning, and I couldn’t help but watch, then when I saw you fucking Zoey, I couldn’t help but stare, wishing that was me in her place. When I wasn’t with you all I could think about was you, naked, in bed, with me. Even when Olivia and I failed to have sex the first night, you were dominating my thoughts.”

I really had been an idiot; the pieces were all there for me to put together. Thinking Eli was straight, I didn’t see anything he did as potentially gay, focusing solely on Zoey as the only potential voyeur. Trying to break the tension a bit, I responded, “I can’t believe that was you spying on me, I genuinely thought it was Zoey.”

“Honestly, it might have been Zoey too, you’d have to be blind not to have seen her flirting with you, and clearly you did take note,” Eli stated in a jealous tone, shaking his head.

“I meant what I said earlier, that was a mistake, it didn’t mean anything…”

Then, completely unexpectedly, Eli cut me off, planting a long, passionate kiss on my lips that sent shivers through my body. “Wow, I’ve been waiting for that kiss since high school,” I said, breathing heavily, staring deeply into his beautiful hazel eyes. “But, what is this, what are we?”

“I don’t want to put you in another uncomfortable situation, but I can’t be with Olivia anymore. We’re the closest of friends, yet every time we go on a date, have sex, kiss, or whatever, it’s a lie. This weekend has made it clearer than ever before that I’m just preventing her from having what I have for you.”

“And that is?”

“Love? Desire? Passion? I don't know for sure.”

“Do you think it’s been too long since high school, have we grown too far apart?”

“Well, you’ve clearly changed a little bit physically, but I can’t wait to find out the rest about you; how you’ve changed, and how you’re the same guy I fell for. Also, I wanted to be with you without your muscles, yet, now that you have them, I can’t stop thinking about them.”

“How about you take a closer look then,” I replied, ripping my shirt open, buttons flying in every direction.

In that moment, something switched on for Eli, years of repression melted away as he raised his hand to my pecs, sliding them down to my abs, all while he began to breathe deeply. Then, he took the initiative of helping me to fully take my shirt off, exposing my immaculate torso in all its glory. Pushing me lightly up against the front door, we began to passionately make out, practically eating each other’s faces as Eli continued to feel my muscles. I couldn’t help but hold him tightly, feeling his warmth, his momentary desperation, his love and horniness, all up against my shirtless body. This was everything I had ever dreamt of, and more, but I wanted to be sure that Eli was comfortable with this going any further.

Holding him back ever so slightly, pausing our love making, I managed to say, “Eli, are you sure about where this is going.”

“Oh my god Wyatt, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” he responded as we continued making out, and I picked him up into my arms, ready to carry him into my bedroom.

Yet, being new to all these feelings, and never having worshipped such a muscled hunk, Eli began to cum in my arms, shaking violently as a significant wet spot formed in his pants. Continuing to hug him tightly, with a little cum getting on my abs, I asked, “are you okay Eli?”

Embarrassed, and quickly turning red, Eli stated, “God, that was…amazing…the power you have over me, it’s incredible. But, I hope I didn’t just ruin the moment.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied as I started to make out with him and continued walking towards the bedroom.

Once there, I stripped down to my grayish-blue underwear, letting Eli take in my full body from the other end of the bed. “You’re a Greek god you know that Wyatt, I can’t take my eyes off of you,” Eli said, practically salivating.

“Get over here then, show me how much you want these muscles,” I kinkily demanded.

Making his way on top of me, my massive frame easily engulfing him, we began to make out again. One hand had the pleasure of worshipping my muscles, from my ripped, veiny arms to my bulging neck, while the other took this opportunity to massage my growing erection, also coming in contact with my defined adonis-belt. He was making me hornier than ever, but at the same time, I wanted to savor every minute of this. Pausing for a bit, I took the time to slowly lift his shirt over his head and removed his shorts, exposing his adorable twink body. Eli was definitely shy at first, comparing his bony little frame to my massive muscles, but when I began to rub my hands against his figure, he realized I was just as into him. We were both rock-hard by this point, unable to keep our hands off of each other, making out like it was the last time we ever could. Yet, wanting to please him more than anything, I got the idea to sit him down on my lap, with his back rubbing up against my delicious pecs and chiseled abs. I then continued to rub his skinny little body, stopping to massage his nipples, before ripping his underwear clean off and grabbing his cock.

“Fuck Wyatt…FUCK…I’m close already…you feel SO good, you’re a sex machine…how are you doing this to me,” Eli managed to get out between moans.

Hearing how horny Eli had become only gave me more incentive to treat him like a prince and give him all the pleasure he deserved. From there, my gentile tugging of his dick only grew faster, pre-cum dripping all over my meaty fingers. My large hand easily covered his dick, allowing me to play with it with ease. Then, while continuing to flex and unflex my muscles against his warmth, I proceeded to nibble on his neck, which drove him mad. The ecstasy was hitting him from multiple angles, and soon enough, his body was barely able to handle it any longer. But, if all of that wasn’t enough, I decided to take a chance and begin rubbing my index finger against his tight hole. I had no idea how he would respond, but it was clear Eli was enjoying it. Testing my luck, I began to push deeper into his little ass, which might have produced some discomfort at first, only to be followed by what seemed to be full-on intense pleasure. Moaning louder than ever, Eli began to cum in my hands, shooting thick globs across the bed and down onto my fingers. As before, he shook with pleasure, leaning back on my muscular frame for support himself until he finished. Unable to stop myself, I ate up the cum that had fallen on my hand before turning Eli’s face slightly to kiss him again.

“You’re incredible…you know that…please, don’t stop,” Eli stated, begging for more.

“What’s next then?” I jokingly replied, but genuinely curious where his mind was.

“You’ve done so much for me already, let me return the favor,” Eli said as he turned around and began to lick my muscles.

Seeing Eli so hungry for my muscles, worshipping me like a god, wanting to pleasure me, it was enough to get me moaning. Then, he made his way down to my underwear, which Eli struggled to take off my hunky waist, only to then be smacked in the face by my massive cock. Yet, that didn’t stop him, Eli proceeded to wrap his tongue around my dick, tugging at my balls with one hand and practically clawing at my shredded abs with the other. For never having been with a man, he knew exactly how to push all of my buttons. Next, he started to take my cock into his mouth, yet unlike with Derek and Alex, I wanted Eli to take it at this own speed. Ultimately, he was only able to take about half of it into his mouth, but as he sucked faster and faster, I grew closer to exploding. Not wanting to cum in his mouth, I quickly pulled Eli off, turning him over so that I was now on top of him ready to pop. He loved how easily I could dominate him, his cock already hardening once again as I unloaded endless streams of cum onto his cute little frame.

“Jesus Wyatt, you’re a monster…like holy shit,” Eli managed to say after I finished cumming.

“You were pretty incredible too,” I responded, smiling and winking at him.

Wanting to show him what I could do, I decided to slide down to the end of the bed, pulling him with me, before taking his full cock into my mouth. Not expecting this, Eli let out his loudest scream yet before defaulting to steady moaning. Simultaneously holding him down and rubbing his nipples, Eli also began to repeat my name over and over again, amazed as the pleasure I was able to give him. He was experiencing pure, uncontrollable ecstasy, while I also began to play with his balls as I deep throated his raging hard-on. Ultimately, he became putty in my hands, I could do anything that my muscles and I wanted. Yet, the only thing that mattered to me in this very moment was his enjoyment. Then, unexpectedly, he began to shoot his loads of cum into my mouth. Unlike me, he was unable to pull out, unable to stop himself, unable to assert any power over my massive body. Luckily, I didn’t mind swallowing his cum, and tasting him in my mouse was a dream come true.

I wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take, Eli was already looking exhausted, but I didn’t want this to end. Managing to lean up from the edge of the bed, Eli stated, “Fuck, I can’t stop cumming…your body...it’s magical”

Hoping for a grand finale, I asked, “would it be okay if I fucked you?”

“God, fucking GOD, yes…as hard as you can,” Eli begged.

Excited to fuck him, but knowing he definitely couldn’t take me at my roughest, with his tight little hole, I decided to make the best of it and take it slow. With Zoey, I honestly made it more about my pleasure than anything else, yet, I wanted Eli to enjoy this just as much as I did. Now standing up, my incredible, sweat covered physique towering over him, I brought Eli closer to my cock, lifting his legs in the process. Grabbing a condom from my pants pocket, I slid it on and began to aim my hard as ever cock into his ass. Eli screamed in both pleasure and pain, practically squealing, as I slid about a third of my cock into his ass, beginning the process of loosening him up. I took it slow at first, but I guess I couldn’t tell my full strength during such intense pleasure that I started going harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Eventually, I think I maxed out at about two-thirds of my thick, meaty cock, probably fucking Eli half as hard as my muscles could truly allow. The pleasure was unimaginable for Eli as he moaned louder than ever, letting out occasional screams, begging for more, and saying my name a few times.

“GOD….more Wyatt….I…love you…” Eli said in the throes of ecstasy, but genuinely meaning it, finally admitting it fully to himself, and me.”

As we both reached the breaking point and began to cum endlessly, I responded, “Oh, oh…OH…I love you too Eli.”

Finally having enough, I made my way back onto the bed, moving myself and a pretty loopy Eli to the top by the frame. Staring into his eyes as he drifted to sleep in my strong, comforting arms, it was all dream. It wasn't the summer I expected, but the one I always wanted. The journey ahead would be tough though, but, together, we could handle it.

Muscle Growth

Loving My Summer Body

Loving My Summer Body – July 12th Entry Describing myself, Wyatt, has always been a difficult task, as it would be so easy to focus on what