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'You came with that brighter bullshit, must have a firefly up your ass.'
- Caige Filth
Sorry, but it has gotten longer than expected ^^’
The Triforce Tattoo
When Wayne found a tatto artist who had supposedly magic abilities he was hesitant at first. But after months of mustering up courage and intense thinking he had not only decided that he was going to go to the tattoo parlor but also on the motive he wanted to have.
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“Hello and welcome to Link’s Tattoos! My name is Link and if I’m not mistaken you’re Wayne.”
“Um, yes.”, Wayne said shyly, a little intimidated by the man’s profuse greeting, “I have an appointment.”
“Oh, yes I know, mate. I was waiting excitedly for our meeting the whole week. So I guess you have already decided on the tattoo you want?”
“Yeah I want a tattoo of the triforce from the ‘The Legend of Zelda’- Series. Like this.” He showed Link a photo of the triforce he wanted, a version with wings. He wanted it on his arm, though it wasn’t exactly the biggest canvas.
“Excellent choice, mate. But I have to warn you, this will take three sessions of tattooing, one for each triangle and the wings.”
“What, I thought this little tattoo would take only one session.”
“Sorry, but this is my condition for doing your tattoo. If you don’t like it you can leave.”
“Okay, okay, calm down, I accept.”
“Wonderful, let’s start with the Triforce of Wisdom.”
After having taken the seat Link showed him Wayne tried to relax. But then Link came back and held an ancient purple tattoo machine in his hands that looked like it was the first one ever made.
“Close your eyes, mate, it will be over soon.”
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Amazingly, Wane didn’t feel any pain. He recognized, that the fear was irrational, it was so dumb to fear anything like this needle. He was ‘Wane the Brain’, probably the most intelligent student to have ever absolved Harvard University and MIT. He was far too intelligent to fear it.
“Okay, mate, we’re finished for today.”
Wayne was about to take his briefcase out but Link held up his hands and refused.
“Not now, mate, you can pay when we are finished. Come back tomorrow if you like.”
Wayne left the tattoo parlor a little confused and felt the need to go to the bar across the street.
It was late afternoon and so he thought a beer wouldn’t hurt. Besides he had a dry throat and just had to do something about it.
He sat at the bar and ordered a beer.
“Here you go, little guy”, said the bartender after Wayne had paid his drink.
There were women in the bar too, which were all smoking hot. Wane looked at them the whole evening, drinking of his beer from time to time, but just couldn’t muster up the courage to talk to them, though he knew it was irrational.
Frustrated and slightly desperate he went home and got to sleep.
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The next day he visted the tattoo parlor again, still frustrated by the evening before.
“Hey, mate!”, he was greeted by Link as he entered the shop, “Shall we continue with the Triforce of Courage?”
“Sure.”
Again Wane took his place and again Link approached him with the strange tattoo machine.
“Close your eyes, mate, it will be over soon.”
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After having finished his second session Wean found himself in the bar once again. Right after he had paid his beer he spotted a group of girls and decided to go talk to them.
“Hello ladies. How many of you want to go home with me tonight?”
All the women at the table looked at him in confusion and disgust. Then one women came to her senses and started to speak. “What? Are you dumb? Why would any of us want to go home with you? You are a skinny little twig and far below our standard, though I must say that you have courage.”
“But you don’t even have a big dick.”, she said grabbing Wean’s crotch rudely, “So fuck off.”
After the woman had turned back at her friends, Wean was quite perplexed and returned to the bar. He chugged down the rest of his beer and decided to call it a nght, since he was to depressed to keep going.
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Wean was still in a rather bad mood, when he entered Link’s Tattoos the next day.
“Hello, mate. Ready to finish the tattoo?”
“Yeah.”, Wean said and sat down at his seat and prepared for getting tattooed with Link’s purple machine.
“Today the Triforce of Power and the wings are planned, right?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, aren’t we in a foul mood today. Okay mate, just close your eyes, it will be over soon.”
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“Okay I am finished.”, Link exclaimed after a hour of work. Holding a mirror for Sean so he could see his tattoo, Link asked him:”What do you think?”
“It’s really awesome. But your canvas was big enough wasn’t it, hahaha!”, Sean boomed, flexing his meaty biceps for effect. “ What do I owe you, mate?”
“Oh, nothing. But I guess you could repay me otherwise, if you know what I mean.”, he answered eyeing Sean’s crotch.
“I know far too well.”, Sean replied, palming the generous bulge in his jeans.
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An hour later Sean left the shop, leaving an unconcious but satisfied Link behind. Pleased with himself he strutted across the street and entered the bar.
“A beer.”
“It’s on the house.”, replied an amazed bartender and handed him the bottle.
“Thanks”, Sean said and looked around the crowded bar. Far in the corner he spotted a group of frat boys, who were getting drunk. Assertively he approached the boys and exclaimed: “Who of you boys wants to go home with me and see, why I am called the ‘genius beast’?”
At first the frat boys looked at him rather confused, but then the powerful pheromones his body emitted started working and in unison all of them shouted: “ALL OF US!”
“Okay, but we have to stop at the photographer’s place first, got a photoshoot to do.”
“RIGHT!”
Shaving For The First Time
Damn shaving is tricky. Of course it is, I have never done it before. You may ask yourself how a man of 27 years could have never shaved. Well I haven’t been 27 for a long time. To be exact, I was 9 only yesterday. ‘What the fuck, he’s definitely insane!’, you might think, but let me explain.
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The story starts about a week ago. My father Eric had always been a violent person. He had been hitting me and yelling at me since I was 7, when my mother passed away. He had been trying suppress his sadness and despair by drowning them in alcohol. It didn’t help that I came a lot after my mother. My effeminate, skinny body and my soft facial features reminded my father of her and so he started hitting me.
But I eventually got sick of it. I searched the library for a possible solution (Yeah I know, it is kind of oldschool, but I didn’t have any other option, since I had neither a smartphone nor a computer to search the internet.). I searched all day and finally I found a spell that would solve my problem.
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“Sam, get me another beer.”, my father shouted. “Yes, sir.”, I replied, enthusiastic about the opportunity to finally use the spell. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and opened it. I took a piece of paper out of my pants and recited the spell: “thegabvioftryn gverth zubigjog!” I didn’t know exactly what the words meant, but the paper with my wishes suddenly started burning. After it had completed turned into ash I poured it into the bottle.
“Here you go, sir.”, I said, handing my father the beer. “It’s about time! What took you so long?”, he exclaimed and started drinking.
Eagerly I awaited the spell to start working, but I just watched my father continue drinking until the whole bottle was downed. “What are you staring, pipsqueak?” Then it only took the blink of an eye. One moment my fat, drunken father sat in his armchair, the next one there was a little boy of about five years standing in front of me. But he was far much smaller than I would have guessed. That’s when I noticed that the whole room seemed smaller all of a sudden. “Daddy, can I have a glass of milk?”, the boy asked. Daddy? Did he mean me? “Yeah, of course.”, I answered hesitatingly. “Thanks. Can you help me?”, he asked furthermore.
“Sure.”, I replied nd followed him to he kitchen. That’s when I passed the hallway mirror. “HOLY FUCK!”, I exclaimed. I was a real fucking handsome stud. A jaw, you could cut glass with, coated in a manly beard. Heavy brows, complimenting beautiful blue eyes. And a real awesome hairstyle.
My view wandered further down my body. Cannonball shoulder, beefy pecs, that I just had to bounce a little melody with. Veiny bulging arms and an eight-pack you could wash on. My legs were just beautiful columns of muscle and from the look and the feeling of it I was as hung as he was beautiful. The look was completed by a light brown skin colour that together with my jet black hair gave me an overall Italian look.
“Daddy, you’ve said a bad word.”, little Eric whined. “Oh, sorry.”, I excused myself. New memories started flooding in and I remembered my new life. I was a 27-year old personal trainer and owner of a gym and Eric was my only son. His mother was on a business trip right now to inspect the second branch of our gym chain. We just found out that she was pregnant again. Though it was no surprise, since I was extremely virile as I rememberes now.
“Okay let’s get you a glass of milk, buddy.”, I said to Eric.
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As you see I went in barely a week from abused, effeminate 9-year old boy to muscular, handsome, succesful businessman with a beautiful wife. But I still have to find out the trick with the shaving.
The Blue Pants - The Blind Date
The evening wasn’t going too well for Yasin. In hope of finding a girlfrend, he had signed up at a dating website. Of course he had used wrong data, claiming that he was a muscular tower of manliness, who worked as a professional football player. His profile picture was the face of some unknown Arabian model.
The reality though looked different. He had the same weight he had stated in his profile, but it wasn’t muscle mass, it was pure fat. And though he was 6′4″, he looked much shorter, because of his build. And his face was totally unable to compare to the profile picure he had used. He had a double chin, where the model’s looked like it was carved out of marble. The model’s glascutting jaw made him want to cry when he looked at his own practically nonexistent one in comparison. Yasin’s meak beard paled in comparison to the model’s manly forest of facial hair, and his alias’ black locks made him want to rip his own wiry, greasy hair out.
So it was no surprise, when the girl looked like she wanted to puke, when she took place opposite of him. After half an hour of a miserable date, he excused himself and went to the restaurant’s restroom. He started to sob when he had entered it, hoping that nobody would hear or see him. That’s when he noted a pair of underpants lying on the rim of the sink. He curiously approached the unknown piece of clothing and as he touched it, a bright flash of light blinded Yasin.
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When he had regained sight, Yasin saw himself in the mirror, quickly realizing that he was nude except for the blue briefs that had been lying on the sink only a second ago. It was a pathetic sight, his large belly barely contained by the skimpy blue underwear.
Suddenly he felt a pulling all over his body. He watched as his gut pulled inwards and revealed a flat stomach. The event was followed by what seemed like 4 powerful punches in his midsection as each row of powerful ab muscles popped into existence. The growth spread upwards, reaching his moobs. They hardened and plumped up, creating two beautiful rounded pecs. His narrow shoulders widened and beefed up, as his lats expanded into a pair of gorgeous, almost angelic wings. The arms that were connected to his new cannonball shoulders were the next thing to transform. Though they kept their circumference. The soft fat on his arms, shifted and changed into hard muscles, his blob like arms transforming into a powerful display of manliness. ‘They are ideal for throwing and receiving wide passes.’, Yasin thought, a little surprised were this thought had come from.
While his upper body had gotten muscular, his lower body hadn’t been left out either. His legs, that were previously nothing more than a gathering of fat, jiggled and started to compress, until all the fat had been changed into stonehard muscle, even making his thighs touch. ‘The are perfect for running past the opponent’s defense.’, he thought, confused by the sudden new memories that were flooding his head.
He now remembered being a member of his high school’s football since freshman year and getting into college on a scholarship. He had gone professional after having graduated with a master diplome of advanced physics. He constantly got underestimated, people thinking he was an idiot because he was a great sportsman.
He watched his face change inthe mirror. He saw his jaw square and becoming like cut marbel. His face overall began to look like the face of the model he had used in his profile. But then he witnessed as it got even more manly looking than the already beautiful model. His beard got thicker and bushier, coating his gorgeous face with thick black hair.
Suddenly he felt a strange sensation in his pubic area, it was like someone was pulling at his dick and balls. He lost himself in nearly orgasmic bliss as the briefs got tighter and tighter, being stretched by a giant set of genitals.
He pulled up the shorts, that had suddenly materialized on the floor. They were tight around his thighs and his cock mad an obvious bulge in the front. He headed out of the restroom again and returned to his date. “So,...Daisy, was it? Shall we go to your place?”, he asked her with his deep bedroom voice cupping his bulge and watching her stare at his bare upper body with lust in her eyes. “Sure.”, she replied, moving her tighs together, going wet at the thought of the best quarterback in the state fucking her raw.
Shyness
The first thing Peter noticed when he entered the coffee shop, was the beautiful red-haired barista, who stood behind the counter and winked at him, when she noticed him stepping into the room and sat down in a comfortable padded seat in the middle of the room.
And the second once again came painfully to his mind as he saw his reflection in the window. A scarecrow stature, combined with a generally short frame, a spotty face and braces. Additionally he wore an ill fitting dark blue polo shirt and beige shorts, with a cheap looking black watch.
Then finally the waitress/barista came to his table, casually throwing her long red hair over her shoulder and introducing herself with a sexy smile: “Hello, sir. My name is Veronica. What may I get you?” For a moment, Peter was speechless, simply amazed by the beauty of this woman, but then he replied stuttering: “A b-b-big coffee with m-m-m-milk and s-sugar, please.”
A few minutes later, Veronica came back and placed his order before Peter, leaning so far forward, that it gave Peter a good sight of her bosom. In fact, the sight was so good, that his little 3″ prick got hard and swelled to its a than enormous 4″. So, yes, he wanted to talk to her, tell her that he was pretty (Though she obviously knew herself.), but he lacked both confidence and resolve. Frustated by his inaction, Peter took a sip from his coffee.
Sure, he had an humonguos 10″ dick, but other than the bulge in his jeans, that she couldn’t see when he sat, there was nothing special about him. It’s not like he could get it out in the middle of the shop and make her speechless. He took another sip from the smoking hot light brown liquid.
‘Of course I am pretty tall. Maybe she noticed me because of that.’, 6′6″ beanstalk Pete thought. Sure, having a big dick and towering over most peaple was nice, but having an ugly face and the build of a stick figure turned most people off, so he mostly went home alone. Yet again angered by his perpetual failure concerning women he took a sip from his black coffee
Yeah, he had gotten booked for this one modelling campaign an year ago, but that was only because of his handsome face. That’s why they only wanted close ups, only face, no body. It was pretty frustrating when you thought of it. Even when a woman was a ttracted by his warm green eyes, pouty lips, narrow but nontheless maculine or his glasscutting jaw, they always made a run for it when they saw his body. With one last sip, his cup of coffee was finished.
Pete’s sculped chest strained against his tight polo shirt as he sighed deeply. He just couldn’t get himself to talk to hot women. Even though he had a big dick, was taller than most people he came across, was a demanded model, had a master’s degree in molecular biology and even got a body that made most of the regulars in his gym green with envy, he just lacked resolve and was pretty shy.
Noticing, that his cup was empty, Pete waved at Veronica, his powerful biceps straining at the sleeves of his polo. while he watched the sexy red-haired waitress approach, he scratched his deeply cut sixpack. Somehow he felt odd today, but he couldn’t lay his figer on the reason. He quickly passed it off. ‘Maybe the hose needs to be drained again.’, Pete thought, rolling his egg sized balls and sausage dick around between his humongous thighs.
“Do you want something else? I will get you everything.”, Veronica asked, her smile implying, that she meant literally everything. “I would like to fuck you in the restroom, if you like.”, Pete replied, his voice deep and making Veronica obviously go wet. “Sure.”, she simply answered.
Inside his mind, Pete rejoiced. Not only would he get to ram his insatiable fuckstick into Veronica again and again for the next hour but he had finally beaten his damn shyness for once.
This time I’m trying myself at a more graphic description of lovemaking.
Stereotyping
Tucker and John were an odd couple. Not only were they mixed raced, with Tucker being an Afro-American and John’s grandparents having come from China in the late 1960′s. But that wasn’t the most extraordinary thing about their relationship. They weren’t the stereotypical black and asian guys. While Tucker was had graduated from college as the best of his year and even had a doctor, working for a big international medical company, John had dropped out of high school, which not even his status as the school’s star quarterback could prevent, since that couldn’t compensate for all the Fs he had. So while Tucker worked in a big laboratory and had just developed a new medicament against the flu, John worked as a personal trainer in one of the local gyms and sided as a fitness model.
The couple didn’t even fulfill their respective stereotypes in the bedroom. While Tucker was a timid little bottom, who was hung like a gerbil, John was an agressive top, who knew how to use the coke bottle thick shank of sexmeat, that hung between his legs. He would continuously tease Tucker’s keyhole tight asshole with his fist sized cockhead, which alone was enough to make the little guy spurt, before pushing in in one smoooth motion, that would then become a constant jackhammering, that would change his blissful moans into orgasmic screams. And while Tucker had already shot numerous loads, it would take the horny Chinese another 30 minutes to dump his in comparison enormous load up the black doctor’s big booty.
But then one day, a mysterious package arrived. Tucker found it in the hallway, when he came home form work, having packed up his things early, to surprise his husband, only to find their flat as messy as he had left it, even though he had asked John to tidy it up while he was gone. Tucker would have done it, but he ws already late, after the Asian hulk had had another go at his ass this morning. “He probably isn’t even up yet.”, Tucker thought checking his watch. It was already past 2 pm but he forgave his husband, after all it was the big guy’s free day.
Forgetting the package for the moment, Tucker silently entered their shared bedroom, finding John still asleep, the bed sheets stuck to the impressive tent his bull cock was making. Quietly, the little black guy approached his sleeping husband, slipping his under the sheets and going down on the impressive tool, the sleeping John stirring slightly as he did so. Slowly but steadily the Asian behemoth awoke, as his twinky husband blew him, even able to deepthroat the cock until he, now fully awake, forced the entire length down his lover’s throat and finally shot a humonguous load.
“Hey baby, finally awake?”, Tucker asked. “Yeah.”, came the reply from his husband, his voice so deep, that it made Tucker’s little cock hard again. A short time later, John had gotten dressed, meaninng he now wore underwear, leaving his perfect torso on display, and set at the kitchen table, downing a coffee and reading the newspaper. Then Tucker came in with the package he had previously ignored. “We’ve got a package, baby. It’s addressed to both of us.”, he said, showing the brown box he held in his small hands.
When the two of them opened the myterious carton they found a small vase and a piece of paper in it, that read: “To set things straight in your relationship.” Curiously Tucker inspected the vase. The little piece of pottery was painted with what looked like a mix of Asian and African symbols. “That thing looks pretty strange.”, Tucker murmured to himself. “Show it to me.”, John asked him and Tucker handed him the vase. And in the exact moment, when both them touched the mysterious piece of pottery, a bronze light erupted from it, knocking the couple out.
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John laid on the bed, the sheets still sticky from cum. But of course it was less his cum than rather the one of Tucker, the big black bull. He had spent all night jackhammering his enormous black dick up John’s tight Asian ass and from the looks of it, he hadn’t stoppped, when John had already passed out rom both exhaustion and bliss. It looked like Tucker had shot over a gallon of cum all over the place. John’s little cock already got hard, just thinking about his husband.
Despite having two doctor titles and having made a lot of money, when he had worked for that one chemical company, John had quit his job two years ago, when he had met Tucker. Before that, the Asian twink had been one of then leading experts in mathematics and chemics in the whole world. But then he had met the black behemoth called Tucker. The guy was just perfect, Incredibly big muscles under that perfect black skin and the most stereotypical black horse cock to ever be created. John had to quit his job, so he would be available for Tucker to fuck at all time, while the black titan did his brutal workouts.
Speaking of the devil, a massive shadow appeared in the doorway. Tucker ha dto turn a little sideways to enter the room, his massive shoulders far to broad to pass through the doorway normally. As he approached the bed and the delicate figure lying in it. Undoing his belt, Tucker asked in deep bass voice: “Hey ,baby, ready for round 6?”
Based on the idea of @jhfic1 for this picture.
Night Terrors
“Can I sleep in your room tonight?”, asked the brute in the hallway as I wiped sleep from my eyes. “You had a nightmare again, right?”, I replied, though I already knew the answer, seeing his terriffied look. The thing is that the guy in the photo looks like a fitness freak in his mid-twenties and his passport would support that guess, but the truth is, that this man is my 6-year-old brother Dominick.
He nodded and tears started rolling down his cheeks. “Come on, Donny, don’t cry. Remember? You’re a big man now.”, I said patting his bowling ball shoulder, “Come in, you can sleep in my bed tonight, but this is the last time. You’re a grown up now and grown ups don’t cry because of nightmares.”
As Donny and I climbed under my blanket I couldn’t help but be once again amazed by the body he now called his own. I had seen a few bodybuilders on TV, but they all paled in comparison to my ‘little’ brother. His already mentioned bowlingball shoulders connected to a pair of grapefruit sized biceps and humongous forearms. His traps almost swallowed his neck and his pecs were easily as hard and heavy as bowlingballs and overshadowed his thick sixpack. His legs were wider than an average person’s waist and just as muscular as the rest of his body, completed by the size 17 boat feet, that made up the base of his monstrous 6′5″ frame.
Feeling the wide frame of my brother pressed against my back, i couldn’t help but remember the circumstances, that had let to my situation. My mother had died a few months after Dominick was born and our father, being one of the higher ups in the US military, was rarely home. So it was up to me to raise Donny. I brought him to school in the morning and after school I picked him up again with my bike. I cooked for him and read him stories, helped him with his homework and even managed to teach him a thing or two about life.
Then one day, about a week ago, my father came back once again, carrying an ominous briefcase with him. He said he was on a trip to the other side of the country and decided to stop by and look how things were going. Turns out the thing in his briefcase was a bottle with some kind of liquid, that had to be kept cold and so he decided to pack it in the fridge, though he told the two of us explicitly how dangerous the fluid was and that we shouldn’t open the bottle under any circumstances.
The next morning Dominick was up particularly early and still half asleep he wanted to make himself a bowl of cereals. Sleepy as he was he confused the bottle of milk with the bottle our father had had in his briefcase. I came into the kitchen just in time to see him gulp fown the last spoon of his breakfast. He just smiled at me and pointed at the empty bottle, standing on the kitchen table. I only stared at it in shock as he said: “Mike, the milk tasted funny.”
As it seems, the bottle our father had brought home contained some kind of it super soldier serum the military had created secretly, It was supposed to be given to a seasoned soldier and not to a six-year-old. Within an hour Donny had grown over two feet and gained more than 200 pounds of solid muscle. Our father, on one side angered at my brother for drinking the serum, on the other hand pleasantly surprised by the effects of the drug, decided that it would be easier for us to move, than to explain why a hulking man with a face strongly resembling my brother’s had appeaared and why my younger brother was gone.
The whole move went pretty well and with the new documents my father had gotten Dominick he was now legally 24 and made my guardian, though I still had to do everything around the house. Despite now being a grown up legally, my brother was mentally only 6 years old.
but the aging and rapid growth weren’t the only changes the serum had made to my brother. The military had had test being run on him and the results were amazing. He was now not only super strong (He had curled about a ton without even breaking in sweat.), but his stamina had been lifted to superhuman levels as well (Donny had been running on a treadmill for more than 10 hours and then the equipment had given up.). Oddly enough though was that my little brother was still childish (He still played with his action figures, despite being in better shape than all of them.) but he was also ridiculously intelligent ( He had solved the Hodge Conjectur, one of the major unsolved problems in mathematics, within a few hours, a problem that mathematicians world wide had been struggling with for years.)
Suddenly I was I brough back to reality as I felt a pushing in my back and heard the deep murmuring of my brother. “Oh yeah, Cynthia, just like that.”, he whispered as he grinded his growing bulge against my ass. Wait, Cynthia? Wasn’t that the 18-year-old daughter of our neighbours? But that wasn’t important right now. Donny’s giant erection had caused his comic print briefs to rip apart and he was now pushing his bare cock against my back. I just hope I can wake him up, before he lives out his wet dreams on me.
Hiya! I was wondering if you had tour package for Italy and the Middle East? I've always been interested by their history and architecture and I'd really like to go.
How about our company offers you a longer stay abroad. We have checked your grades and verified that you really qualify for a scholarship by our business. If you don’t have any objections we would like to arrange a stay for at least half a year at the University of Jerusalem. Though you can stay there longer if you’d like. Pack your stuff and we will send you there as soon as you can.
Just the next day you climb out of a plane and take a taxi to your new studying place, immediately enrolling for courses like History of the Middle East and Oriental Architecture, before going to your dorm. It looks nice from the outside and much to your surprise you find out it is a boys only dorm.
You enter the imposing building through a pair of hinged doors and find out it is just as nice from the inside as from the outside. Looking around you see what looks like an office and talk to the guy inside, who gives you a key and tells you the number of your room.
As you walk down the hallway of your new residence you notice that everybody seems to have left their door open, no matter if they were only learning or changing clothes. You enter your own corridor and a strong earthy musk fills your nose. You wonder were it comes from and look into the first room on the right.
Though you couldn’t see anything, the melody of clapping flesh and loud moans comes to you ears and you immediately think about the long cock the guy must be jacking off. At the thought of this footlong tool, your own impressive tool comes to live. It’s outline is clear in your khakis and you unsuccessfully try to hide the obscene silhouette. Looking down you find the source of the musky odor, a gap between your rather unimpressive stomach and pants. Though you can’t even remember taking your shirt off, you enjoy the sight of your thick cock base and the smell of your sweaty bull nuts.
You move further down the hallway and hear the clanging sound of metal. Peaking into the next room, only to find a quite muscular guy benching what looked like some heavy weight with ease. He sits upright and looks at you. “Hey you.”, he calls out with a smooth baritone, “You look like you can lift heavy weights. Wanna meet up later and go to the gym?” “Sure why not.”, you reply in an equally deep voice, shrugging your wide brawny shoulders, one hand caressing your impressive abs.
You walk on and look in the neighboring room, curious what you would find. Though you only find a guy in front of a mirror, cutting his thick beard. He looks quite good, with his dense black facial hair and the thoroughly styled crew cut. His black hair perfectly matches up with his light brown complexion, further hinting he comes from the region. Your hand immediately shoots up to your own face, rubbing your own impressive beard.
Finally you reach your room and walk into it. Unlike the others it’s a double room. One side is already occupied by your new roommate. He looks quite intelligent, sitting over a thick book and wearing the thickest pair of glasses you had ever seen. Adjusting your own pair of glasses you walk towards him and extend a hand. “Hello I’m Tamir and I’m your roommate.”, you say and he turns around. “Yeah I know, dude we’ve moved together last year, dummy.”, he replies and then you remember everything.
“So you look like you need me.”, he says and looks at your obviously hard dick. He drops to his knees and takes out your semi-hard cock. “Make it fast though I gotta learn.”, you tell him and he starts sucking. Even though he does his best it takes you more than half an hour to finally dump your load into his waiting throat, before turning towards your own desk and opening a book.
I think you will fit in just fine with your new manly beard, incredibly muscular body and genius mind. You will be a worthy representative for the Terrence & Ford Scholarship Program.
