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  3. Ozymandias

    m/m Deano's Summer: A Muscle University Story

    So many love interests for Deano!
  4. Jtchef2

    m/m Helping a veteran?

    I absolutely love this story!!! Thank you for sharing it with us. Please many more chapters
  5. RockyDragon

    m/m College, Supplemented (Part 4 added 6/6/2020)

    So isn’t this size theft?? That needs a tag and Idk how i feel. I definitely don’t want colton to shrink more... just leave him there
  6. bial123

    m/m College, Supplemented (Part 4 added 6/6/2020)

    reallu lovin the story, hope colton doesn't shrink anymore, and other keep growing
  7. Ro20316

    m/m Helping a veteran?

    This story is awesome and so well crafted. I love it man. Thanks for this
  8. Ro20316

    m/m College, Supplemented (Part 4 added 6/6/2020)

    Damn Colton is starting to shrink. That's a no no for me but im a masoquist and i know i will keep reading even if i hate what is happening
  9. londonboy

    m/m Connected (Parts 1 - 8)

    Part 8 It’s amazing how much juice your balls can produce when you’ve got a huge hairy powerlifter offering his ass to you. Bear was busy grunting and groaning as he squatted over and over onto my waiting pumped-to-the-max cock. I was worried my orgasm was going to send the guy flying off his feet into the tiled ceiling of the shower – that’s how hot the moment was. I remembered how I had been bullied in high school – smaller than everyone else and easy to pick on. Now, here I was with giants, powerlifters, and chiseled bodybuilders begging for my cum – hoping with their entire being that I would shove my cock in their ass and make them muscle monsters to rid the world of evil. It felt awesome to be the Source, but I also knew it was a very important responsibility. I did not take it for granted. I did, however, let it boost my ego just a little bit. I was engaged to a living, gorgeous, black Hulk who could probably push over an entire block of buildings if he desired – and the guy wanted to please me to no end. What man didn’t want that kind of fantasy, right? Except, it was not a dream. I was the Source and I was plowing a big strongman named Bear. And it was time to fill him with my power. “Shove down hard, Bear, and hold yourself in a squat, squeezing tight. It’s time for me to shoot,” I said through gritted teeth and the big man did just as I ordered. I wrapped my arms around his big upper body, latching my hands onto his muscled man-tits, as my balls ached for the explosion. I had no idea how my body had churned out so much juice over the last twenty-four hours, but it didn’t matter. I just knew, instinctively, that the Source would always have cum for his warriors. I twisted the man’s nips to hell and back as my crotch began to slam into his ass – my cock sending thick missiles of power into Bear’s ass. The man cried out in shock at the force of my ejaculation, but he was fully aware of what it would do to him. Like a super-bottom with hidden powers, the powerlifter milked my dick of every last drop within me. I knew there’d be more where that came from within a few minutes, but – for now – I was an empty well. Bear stood up, sensing I was done, but he didn’t turn around. He simply waited. I straightened my legs, let go of his body, and stepped back a little. “Grow for me, big man,” I said in a low growl. “Show me what a real bear you are.” It was like the guy was waiting for the Source to give him permission. His entire body went stiff – even his ass clenched tighter than Midas’ fist around gold. At first, I thought the walls of the shower were closing in on us – threatening to smash us into something paper thin. But then I realized it was his shoulders widening – his arms thickening. I’d never been into men’s backs before, but the way this guy’s muscles were growing and making him look wider than the back of a bus – well, let’s just say right then and there began my back fetish. Suddenly, terms from a course in college came screaming back to me – even though I didn’t know what was what, I knew that his trapezius muscles were ballooning out, his latissimus dorsi muscles were thickening, and the minor and major rhomboids were definitely going way beyond major. When his newly mammoth shoulders hit the cream-colored tiles on either side, I figured he turn sideways as he continued to grow. Bear, however, had other ideas. He just stayed where he was and let his mammoth deltoid muscles – hell yeah, I remembered the name of one – started pressing against the wall. My cock shot harder as soon as I heard tiles breaking and cracks shot up and down the walls. The dude’s shoulders were demolishing the shower. “Fuck, I’m growing too big for this shower, sir. I’m gonna pop these walls like they were nothing,” he said in a deep bear-like voice. “Show me what damage you can do, Bear,” I commanded. The guy inhaled deeply, making his upper body expand even more. Suddenly, the walls on either side were shoved out and split in two as his shoulders and arms continued to widen. It looked like wrecking balls had slammed into the sides of the room. Bits of plaster, tile, and dust fell to the floor. The growing Bear would not be contained. Finally, the man stopped expanding and he ripped out more tile as he turned around. The wall basically being totally destroyed by his body. I gasped out loud as I realized his fur had thickened, too. He was covered with dark dense hair on his chest, stomach, arms, legs, and face. Even his pubic hair was like a man forest. But it was the thick-as-couch-cushion pecs that caught my attention. Bear’s chest looked like two giant wine barrels covered in skin and his nips were huge corks waiting to be tasted. I reached out and felt the two generous mounds of muscle still getting bigger. He was growing thicker as we stood there. I could tell the feeling was orgasmic because of the look on his face. I grabbed hold of his nipples with my hands – realizing there was a hell of a lot more nub to hold now – and squeezed hard. He just stared at me, smiling – loving the feeling of my grip on his chest – but making it obvious that all my clamping down and tugging was now barely felt. “Gonna have to get you some pliers now, sir. Those things are pretty tough. It still feels good thoug, sir, so don’t stop,” Bear said, happily. I was squeezing with all my might and pulling hard enough to make normal men topple over, but Bear just stood there smiling and enjoying the gentle massage I was giving his nipples. This turned me into a crazy man. I twisted his pecs hard. I re-gripped his nubs and pulled with as much strength as I could muster. It’s like I could have held onto his chest, braced my feet against his abs, and arched back as I tugged – and he still wouldn’t have felt anything, but pleasure. The man’s pecs were clearly made out of the same material as Superman. I finally had to give up, unleash my fingers, and shake out my hands. “Look at that, sir, my nips are stronger than you. You made me this way. Thank you, sir. I am here only to serve you. Shall we shower,” the big man said as he reached around my body to turn on the water. Soon, warm water mingled with the deep fur on Bear’s massive chest as I sucked hard on his right nipple. He lathered soap all over my body and cleaned me, lovingly. He did the same with his big bulging muscles when he was done with me, but I just continued to suck like a baby. He turned off the water, later, and carried me from the shower. He didn’t try to be careful as he exited, so his big shoulders and arms took out much more tile and chunks of the wall – the big man barely noticing. He dried us both off in the bathroom. We both gazed in the mirror when he was done, amazed at how I looked like a small child standing in front of a heavyweight bodybuilder. He flexed his hairy arms to the side and they towered over me, he just had to add a little more juice to the view. He was so thick, so huge, so powerful looking. I could see him looking at his own enlarged arms – clearly, he was ready to use them in battle. He looked back down at my reflected face, dropped his arms, turned me around and bent low to give me a quick kiss. “I’m going to fuck up some dark protectors for you, sir. I was already powerlifting strong, but now I can feel the kind of abilities in my body that I only used to dream of. You’ve made me a super-Bear and for that, I am dedicated to you, forever,” the big man said, smiling. “Let’s go see what the others are up to, shall we,” I said. “Soon, I will be sent out to begin my work,” he replied, scooping me up in his arms again and – this time – carefully exiting the room. I was overwhelmed by the knowledge that I weighed nothing to the big thick arms of the man. He held me as casually as someone might carry a towel draped across his arms. I think he could have forgotten that I was even there. Does an elephant even register that an ant is on its trunk? That’s what I felt like resting in the arms of Bear. We searched the entire downstairs and there was no sign of my humongous boyfriend or the Professor. We were standing in the kitchen when a voice came over a hidden speaker. “We’re down in the secret basement. Pull on the big can of Marzano tomatoes located on the third shelf down in the pantry to open the elevator,” said the Professor out of nowhere. Suddenly, I realized why the pantry had double wide doors – unusual for this part of the house. Obviously, enlarged protectors would need to be able to get to the hidden basement. I still found it hard to believe that my boyfriend had been able to squeeze into the large supply room. Bear carried me in and held me up so I could pull on the can of tomatoes. Immediately, the shelving unit along the big back wall rose into the ceiling, revealing a massive freight elevator – again, to accommodate big men. Bear strode in and sensors made the shelving unit return to place. There were no buttons to push – clearly there were only two places for the elevator, at the pantry and at the basement. I was amazed at the speed of the thing and at how far we traveled down. When doors opened to the ‘basement’ I realized Batman’s secret cave would look miniscule compared to what awaited us. “Fucking hell,” Bear said, stepping out of the elevator with me still easily cradled in his arms – both of us opened-mouthed at what we beheld. The basement seemed to stretch on for miles and had a ceiling so far up it felt more like a hangar. There were trailers, shelving units the size of buildings, shipping containers, vehicles of every kind, and so much more. Bear carried me further into the cavernous room. I saw the Professor standing in front of three computer screens the size of walls in what was clearly his workspace for monitoring the protectors in the city. I saw the humongous nude Lee leaping from one roof to another on one screen and another showed the equally nude, gorgeous Sunit lurking in what I was pretty sure was a subway tunnel. That’s when movement in another area of the basement caught my eye. I glanced over and saw a red, London double-decker bus going up and down. And then I saw that it was being bench-pressed into the air by my massive boyfriend. Watching the thing move into a higher place and then lower was kind of surreal – that kind of vehicle was not supposed to move that way. But then you add the fact that my lover was the one pushing it into the air – with his new huge body - well that was almost too much to process at one time. The big bus groaned a little and the ends bent slightly down as it went up. The man I was going to marry was bench pressing a double decker bus! Bear’s hardening dick pushed into my back, he was clearly turned on by the sight, as well. “Fucking hell, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Bear said loudly with amazement in his voice. “The Alpha isn’t even sweating. It’s like the thing weighs nothing at all.” My lover rested the bus on two huge solid concrete blocks to the side of the slightly lower block he laid on. The big thing banged loudly as it smacked down. He slid out from under the huge vehicle and stood up. He was jacked to the max, but I think that was going to be his perpetual normal look from now on. I don’t think lifting the bus really gave him much of a pump, at all. It looked like it was just too easy for him. He smiled down at us – me, still being held in Bear’s arms. I could tell my boyfriend was admiring the added weight and muscle that my plowing had caused in the powerlifter. He knew the newest protector would be very strong. That excited my lover – something that was made clearer by his bobbing hard cock. The Professor had joined us by then and he, Bear, and I had the exact same kind of bodily response as we gazed at my humongous boyfriend. “Those busses look so much heavier than they really are,” the giant said to us, smiling. “Man, Bear, you really thickened. I bet you could lift the thing, as well!” “I’m big and strong, Alpha, but not that strong. I can feel my limits. Got anything smaller that I might lift?” Bear said. “Anything you want. How about an SUV?” my lover asked. “Sounds more my speed,” Bear responded. Bear still carried me as we followed my big boyfriend and the Professor to what basically looked like a junk yard portion of the enormous space. There were crushed appliances, mangled pieces of various vehicles, and many more unrecognizable demolished piles of enormous metal and whatnot. I quickly got the idea that my future hubby had been down here playing a lot, recently – destroying big things with his bare hands. The giant noticed Bear and me looking at everything with shocked faces. “I’ve been having fun,” he said smiling. “Fuck. Remind me not to make you angry. This looks like it used to be a jeep,” Bear said, referring to a misshapen ball now about the size of a stove. “Yeah, it did. I kind of got carried away with ripping it apart and then squeezing it back together,” my boyfriend said. “Here we go.” Bear and I watched in astonishment and aching lust as my boyfriend easily one-hand lifted the back of a huge black SUV to about the height of his chest, so the thing was practically resting on its front bumper. He then reached over and with one hand he ripped the rear right tire from the vehicle. He just wrapped his big hand around the thing, latching onto the rubber and metal. It was like he was simply plucking a ripe cherry from its stem. The bolts holding the tire to the car’s axis screamed loudly as they were ripped apart in one powerful yank. The look on my lover’s face showed that he just knew he could do this stupendous feat – it was nothing for him, a move that was as easy as removing one’s shoes. He switched hands to hold the vehicle up and ripped off the rear left tire in the same way. Bits of bolts – broken easily by unfathomable power – flew off into the distance and we heard them hit the floor and bounce away. To take care of the front tires, my man simply grabbed the middle of the SUV on both sides and flipped it around – so the front end stuck up in the air. It was the same kind of movement someone might use to turn a folded-up ironing board or painting that had been hung on the wall in the wrong direction. He was spinning an SUV like it was nothing more than a baton and he was the drum major for a marching band. My cock started to leak pre-cum watching the huge guy manhandle a large SUV with no strain whatsoever. The front tires were ripped off even easier and quicker than the back ones. “Can’t have the thing rolling around when you lift it, big Bear. Safety should always be our number one priority,” my boyfriend said, with a wink and a smile. “You just fucking popped tires off a car as if they were dead leaves from a branch. With you around, I don’t think feeling safe is going to be a problem, Alpha,” Bear answered. “Yeah, I guess not. It freaking turns me on so much that I can do that. Rip big things apart with my hands,” my man answered. “It freaking turns us all on!” exclaimed the Professor. “Let’s get this ready for you, Bear,” the giant said. He then lifted the SUV over his head. Just grabbed the sides of the thing and pulled his hands up like he was just carrying a surfboard. The man’s size made the sight almost natural, but my mind still couldn’t grasp that the guy I slept with – the guy I was going to marry – could pick up an SUV the same way I might hold a pillow over my head. There were two cement blocks, similar to those my man used when lifting the bus, closer together nearby. There was a bench between them. The big SUV was maneuvered onto the blocks as easily as someone might rack up a twenty-pound barbell. The Professor, Bear, and I just stared, dumbfounded, as my boyfriend tossed a huge vehicle around like he had done it all of his life. He saw us shaking our heads in awe. “An SUV is kind of child’s play for me, fellas. I sure love making your cocks all stand at attention, though,” he said, smiling. “Okay, Bear, show us what you’ve got. This will be a breeze for you. I can guarantee it.” “I’m not so sure, my Alpha,” Bear said, placing me gently on the ground. “You’ll see,” the Alpha responded, “You just got to get used to your new strength, that’s all.” Bear slid under the big black vehicle. I could only see his thick-as-hell legs sticking out. My lover came over and stood behind me, placing one giant hand on my chest. I couldn’t believe how his fingers stretched out across my entire upper torso. He let his forefinger flick against the tip of my dick a few times as we looked at Bear’s own hard cock throbbing a little as the powerlifter put his hands against the bottom of the SUV. I felt my lovers humongous rod pressing against my back and my head. He towered over me. “You’ll be able to easily poke your fingers through the metal, Bear, to give yourself some more leverage,” my man rumbled. “Fucking hell, it’s as easy as poking through paper,” exclaimed Bear. “Told you, big guy. The Source has made you very powerful,” my boyfriend said, pulling my body into his with his huge palm. The SUV suddenly went up in the air and I could tell, by the speed of its ascent, that it had been a breeze for big Bear. The powerlifter let out a loud ‘shit’ and then proceeded to crank out fifty fast perfectly performed reps with the SUV. Bear’s cock leaked copious amounts of pre-cum – his excitement from the feat of strength clearly overwhelming him. I felt a great sense of pride as the big man continued to lift and let out more happy expletives – I was making men into more than they ever dreamed possible. I was given a gift and it brought me much joy to share that gift with these men. I felt a connection to Bear, well, to all of the men, that I couldn’t explain. It wasn’t as strong as the love I felt for my lover, but it was like the Professor, Lee, Sunit, and Bear were my boys. I was here for them and I knew they were here for me. I also knew there would be others. Many others. It was clear, however, that these four would have a special place in my heart. They had ‘felt’ me first. They had sensed my power from all different parts of the city and had arrived at the Professor’s place with no questions asked. They just came, knowing I would bestow on them great powers. And all of them had been ready to receive those powers and use them to fight a dark evil. I knew a big battle was coming. I knew the outcome was not certain, but right now I just celebrated the fact that I could help make Bear strong enough to easily crank out – by now – over one hundred repetitions with an SUV, like it was nothing more than twenty pounds. I had made him into a super Bear and he was beyond ecstatic. “This thing is fucking light as a feather, guys. I’m a superman. I wish I could go back and freak the hell out of every other competitor by entering some strongman contest and smashing every world record there is. Of course, you’d have to promise not to compete, Alpha. I know I’m nowhere near as strong as you . . . but look at me! I’m benching an SUV and its light enough that I know I can do this,” Bear said, happily, like an excited child. Bear held onto the bottom of the car and raised his upper body off the bench. He simply sat up with a freaking SUV held overhead. He made it look so easy. My balls were aching at the sight – ready to bust out a big load at any moment. And then the guy took me even closer to the edge because he easily stood up. There was a fucking SUV in his hands and he got up from the bench like he was just a kid jumping out of bed. He held the car above his head, beaming at us. You could tell he was proud of his strength. You could tell he was ready to use it, too. He was a man used to manual labor and working out hard to get strong. The kind of strength he now had was only imagined after he felt my presence across the city. He had come here knowing he’d soon be a warrior, but he had had no idea just what kind of incredible warrior he would become. The Professor, I and even Bear, let out loud moans and our bodies quivered at the next words uttered by my lover. “Rip it in two, mighty Bear,” came the thunderous voice of the man who stood above me. Bear’s cock gurgled up cum like an active tar pit. His body literally shook with utter joy at what my lover was telling the powerlifter to do. I’m not sure Bear would have known the true extent of his power if the Alpha hadn’t given him an order . . . permission to do something truly amazing. How does one’s reality get altered? How can a person go from not believing – not being able to conceive something – to an awareness that what was impossible is now possible. I watched all of that transpire in Bear’s face as my own mind wrapped itself around what my lover had said. Even though his body didn’t alter at all, Bear seemed to grow even more massive than he already was. I believe it was due to his body becoming fully aware of its power. I think it was because his posture finally caught up with what he had truly become. He was magnificent to behold – standing there, all covered in furry muscle and completely understanding that he was much more than he had previously imagined. The powerlifter smiled at my huge boyfriend . . . a knowing smile . . . and then he looked straight at me. “This is for you, sir. I am totally yours,” he said, calmly. I watched his colossal thick arms – they tightened, they bulged, they ballooned, they turned into super powerful demolition machines. I knew that only Lee and Sunit had biceps and triceps even close to this kind of power. My lover didn’t count in this comparison, he was the Alpha. And the Professor had grown, but his growth had made him not much larger than a heavyweight bodybuilder. I had a feeling my power had opened the Professor’s mind more than it had changed his body. He was smarter, more alert, and able to pick up things most normal men missed. He hadn’t been give arms with the strength of bulldozers, like Bear had. I’ve watched an egg get cracked, I’ve torn a sheet of paper in two, and I have pulled a croissant apart for breakfast. That’s what it seemed like Bear was doing. His face turned a little red, a few veins popped up on his forehead, neck, and arms, but it wasn’t like he was straining enough that he could fail. When his body had become more erect, when his arms had seemed to become bigger, and as he started to radiate a powerful confidence that was almost overwhelming, the dude had become totally aware of what the Alpha already knew. Tearing an SUV apart was going to be easy. “Fucking feast on the power, boys!” Bear screamed. Metal ripping apart was a lot louder than I ever anticipated. It screeched like a bunch of pterodactyls flying at me. I covered my ears. I watched at the bottom of the SUV – between where Bear’s fingers were sunk deep into the metal – as a crack appeared and then a hole started to widen. Suddenly, I knew the crack was going up both sides of the vehicle, even though I could only see the side facing me. Windows shattered along the crack as the entire body of the SUV was being pried apart. Bear’s arms were beyond massive, at this point – looking like one of those completely unbalanced morphs online where the arms are a hundred times bigger than the rest of the large man. With one last loud scream of metal, the vehicle above the man was jerked into two parts. Each half of the SUV still stuck to the fingers of the powerful Bear. It was a sight beyond comprehension. Part of a car held easily in the air by Bear’s two hands. There was no shocked look on the powerlifter’s face. He was clearly not surprised by what he had just done. He now knew what his body was capable of and, apparently, tearing an SUV in two was easy for him. I had no idea what that kind of strength must feel like. Apparently, by the sudden loud cry from the powerlifter and the fact that his cock sprayed hot juice into the air almost as high as my lover’s head, it felt fucking good. Holding the two halves of the destroyed SUV above his head, Bear convulsed and busted out a major load – his own strength getting him off. It was a beautiful sight to behold. After his breath returned to something close to normal and his muscles became less tense, he dropped the two ends of the SUV onto the concrete floor with a loud crash. Then, Bear flexed. As he hit his now familiar poses he spoke. “Yeah, fucking ready to go rip some dark protectors in two! Gotta test this new strength against some humans – flesh to flesh, cock to cock, humongous guns to smaller ones,” Bear said to himself. “You are more than ready, Bear,” my honey said to the powerlifter. “Fucking yeah I am, Alpha. Thank you for making me aware of all that I’m capable of. Thank you, Source, for this gift . . . this honor . . . I will not let you down,” Bear said, coming over to me, kneeling, and then kissing me hard. “I’m off to be the beast that I was meant to be. Oh, and I might bang a few dudes while I’m out, too. The hairy muscleman stood, nodded his head to the Professor and his Alpha, and then he turned to walk to the elevator. It opened and swallowed up Bear – whisking him away to his destiny. There was a deep void to the room, to our small group without the gregarious, larger-than-life Bear. I already kind of missed him. “My, people come and go so quickly, here,” I said, making the Professor and my lover laugh.
  10. BrzNLA

    m/m Deano's Summer: A Muscle University Story

    Yeah. I might be wrong, but something tells me that there’s something there
  11. dredlifter

    m/m College, Supplemented (Part 4 added 6/6/2020)

    Ugh oh! Big role reversals coming! The changing is happening fast. Can't wait to see how they react.
  12. TaurusPR

    m/m Helping a veteran?

    Helping a veteran? XII “Linda, dinner was wonderful! I’m glad I married you.” “The fastest way into a man’s heart is though the kitchen. All thanks to my magical fingers that dialed the Chinese Wok’s delivery.” Linda said rolling her eyes. “Sarge, help yourself some more before my endless stomach brother eats the take-out boxes?” Nate looked at her and winked. “I’m stuffed. Thank you! After I ate a whole tomato pie, I only had space for a couple of spoonfuls,” said Paul watching Nate devour what would be his twentieth spring roll. “Mom, I’m feeling sleepy.” Danny was bobbing his head in his seat, fighting to stay awake. Before dinner, his dad had asked him to take a good bath and put on his pjs. Linda wiped her son’s mouth. “Of course you are, little man. After running around the house playing hide and seek with your uncle, and let’s not forget swimming, you are ready to brush your teeth and hit the sack. Let’s go. Give your round of hugs and kisses.” Everyone received a kiss and a hug, including Paul. “Hey Danny,” said Paul. “Wait for me! Can you escort me upstairs? Madam, gentlemen, this was one of the best days I’ve had. Thank you! I’m going to my room to check my emails.” Grabbing Danny’s extended hand with Linda leading the way, Paul went upstairs. “I’ll do the same. I’m waiting for news from Portland. Honey, don’t stay up late…” Linda blew a kiss to her husband. “Let me help Nate with the trash. I’ll be there soon.” Nick grinned. Nate was already in the kitchen. “Big bro. Stop whatever you are doing! There’s a stud waiting for you upstairs. I’ll take care of this.” “Thanks, Nickie!” Paul was so happy he lifted his brother in a bear hug and kissed his forehead. “I hope you don’t mind.” “Nah… Go for it big bro! And don’t be loud! Remember the neighbors!” Both laughed. Although the house was part of a complex, it was very private at the far end of a cul-de-sac. Nate went upstairs skipping three steps at the time. Instead of stopping at Paul’s door. He went straight to his bathroom. Twenty minutes later, he knocked on the guest bedroom door. “Come in!” Nate saw that Paul was still in his swimsuit checking something in his tablet. “Hi Nate. It was John…” he said leaving the tablet on the bed. “I feel so relaxed. What a wonderful evening! Your brother is a hoot! He made me laugh to the point I almost peed my shorts!” “Nickie can get very goofy. And he only had two beers.” Nate sat on the edge of the bed. “What are you doing here?” “I’m looking for my pajama bottoms and my toothbrush. I thought I had them in the bag. My pills are in the front pocket.” “I mean, what are you doing in here?” Nate grabbed the bag with one hand and with the other he lifted Paul up. “You are coming with me. No arguments, sergeant.” Nate’s room was big. A nicely arranged king size bed dominated the space. Nate dropped the bag on the bed, then he continued to carry Paul around. He showed Paul the private porch overlooking the pool and a peek of the lake behind the trees. Then he carried Paul into the bathroom. “I know you are carrying me around like this because you have an evil plan. I’m up for it!” “I do, sarge. I do. Let me help you with your shower.” Holding sarge against his chest, Nate started to peel off the swimsuit. Paul’s cock has been hard since they walked inside the room. The swimsuit got stuck on the rigid member, but with a swift pull it came off. The hard penis hit Paul’s abs with a solid thud. Nate let Paul on the floor of the walk-in shower that was big enough to park an SUV inside. Turning on the water and adjusting the temperature he grabbed the shower gel. Paul stood there stoically. From his point of view, Nate looked enormous. He moved closer to Nate, then rested his head against the giant’s pecs. He sighed releasing some accumulated tension caused by John’s email. He decided to let it pass. He will enjoy this moment with Nate. He was breathing smoothly, enjoying the warmth and the smell coming from Nate’s body. Nate started to soap Paul’s bald head. His hands moved down soaping and massaging the thick neck and pronounced traps. More soap. Nate lifted Paul’s arm. Before covering the area with suds, he put his nose in the fuzzy pit and inhaled Paul’s scent. It never failed to excite him. Soap covered the dark torso, arms, and abs. Nate, then squatted in front of Paul. Nate kissed ceremoniously the turgid pole. Then, he took his time soaping the crotch and the hanging balls. He took the solid member in his hand and soaped it from head to balls. Paul moaned with pleasure. Using his index finger, he made sure the inside of the foreskin was cleaned. Paul cock head was sapping pre-juice. Gently, Nate turned Paul around and began to soap the ripped legs, moving up to the solid buttocks. He inhaled the manly musk and kissed each rock solid mound. Paul opened his legs giving Nate access to his most intimate space. Nate soaped the crack and the tiny tight hole. Nate felt the urge to eat that hole, but not wanting to move too fast, he stood up to wash Paul’s broad back. Paul’s tense muscles became butter in Nate’s hands. Every part of Paul’s body has been touched and massaged by Nate. Paul felt so relaxed. Nate placed Paul under the rain shower head to wash the soap off. “Pass me the soap, I want to wash you too.” “No need for that, I took a shower before going into your room. I’m squeaky clean. And I really mean very clean,” said Paul with a grin. He grabbed a towel from the rack to dry Paul. Then he dried himself. Picking Paul up wrapped in the towel, he went back in the bedroom. Nate placed Paul in the middle of the bed. “Nate, you look so big you can cause an eclipse. Come on top of me. Let me feel your weight crushing me!” Nate complied. Crawling up from Paul’s legs, his massive body began slowly to fall on top of the older man. Paul felt his lungs emptying as Nate rested his body on him. It was like he was covered by a had stone blanket but smooth and warm at the same time. Nate knew that letting the bulk of his weight on Paul could be dangerous for the man. So, he was supporting his weight with his elbows and feet. He was giving Paul just a taste of how it felt like. He lifted his body in a pushup position and kissed Paul’s gasping mouth. They kissed each other without a hurry. This was their night. “Paul,” Nate stopped the kiss to stare into Paul’s eyes, “I want you inside me.” Paul was stunned. In his apartment, he had considered the possibility of having sex with Nate. Paul was horrified by the idea of being fucked by Nate. Nate was so big Paul thought he had to be a top. But now, here was Nate offering himself to Paul. “Cheez! And I was scared you wanted to split me in two with your cock!” “Sarge, nobody has been inside me. It’s not my thing. Then, there is you. I want you to take my cherry. I want you to be the first to fuck me. Mark your territory! This weekend, I’m all yours.” Still with doubts, Paul asked, “Are you sure? Is this what you want?” Nate kissed him and said, “Yes, I want you.” “Then, your ass is going to be mine…” Paul was grinning from ear to ear. Nate moved from his position over Paul. He opened the drawer in the nightstand where he kept lube and condoms. “I’m all yours, sarge. Fuck me!” Paul laughed, “Shit! I feel like a kid in a toy store! This is going to look like the chihuahua trying to fuck the great Dane! You’ve got to help me here. Lay on your stomach. I want to see what’s for dessert.” Paul was salivating. He remember munching on new recruit’s ass before fucking him silly. He was an ass-man and Nate had plenty of it to be enjoyed. Nate rolled on his stomach. His dick was red and bloated with anticipation. He could feel it pulsing between him and the bed. In front of Paul was the roundest globes he had seen. Too peach fuzz dusted cheeks with some darker hairs crawling down into the crack. As Nate moved to accommodate his dick under him, dimples formed on each cheek. Without hesitation, Paul grab both boulders with his hands. They were firm and warm. A loud smack made them vibrate. He caressed each globe, giving a hard spank every now and then. Nate moaned with each hit. Hard muscular glutes for Paul’s delight. And enjoy them he will. He parted with some difficulty each mound of muscle. “You better stop flexing,” he spanked Nate again. “I’m not. They are just too big they push against each other.” So, Nate spread his legs wider. Now it was easier for Paul to see the pink arsehole. “Mmm, dessert!” Paul dove in headfirst. Nate smelled cleaned, but there was a hint of his musk. First, Paul bit each cheek. Then he ran his tongue along the crack, from the three balls between the massive legs to the lower back. He did it several times, teasing the hole with each pass. Nate hairs were standing, goosebumps all over his skin. He lifted his ass off the bed to give Paul better access. Paul grabbed Nate’s hips and plunged his tongue inside the winking hole. Nate let out a loud gasp. “Yesss! Eat my hole, sergeant!” Paul needed no encouragement. He knew well what he was doing. His tongue dug deeper until he was lips too ass lips. Nate’s insides tasted clean. So, this was what we was doing before he arrived in his room! “I’m won’t waste such gift,” thought Paul. He started to suck and bit the hole with madness. He began to scrape the ass lips with his teeth. He had to hold on tight to Nate’s hips, because the big man was bucking for his life. Nate was like an earthquake. Nate’s constant moaning was getting louder, so he buried his face in a pillow. Suddenly he noticed that Paul had two of his fingers inside him loosening his hole. He moaned even louder. As the third finger went in, they brushed Nate’s prostate. Nate let out a grunt. “Now boy, I’m not as hung as you, but I know I’m dealing with virgin grounds.” Paul said as he applied lube on his cock to slide the condom on. More lube covered the tight condom, which couldn’t mask the hard veins on Paul’s cock. “I’m going to go in easy. We’ll take as much time as you need. OK boy?” Paul poured some lube on the hole and spread it around and inside. “Sarge, just do what you have to do. I’m a big man! I can take it!” “You sure?” said Paul pushing his stone hard pole inside the tight hole. After the spit bath and the lube, the Nate’s hole was still tighter than anything Paul had had before. Paul moaned as the strong ring tried to squeeze his cock like a grape. Once the blunt head broke in, Nate let out a wild grunt. “Fuck! You are big! Aah!” He was grinding his teeth. Paul ignored the complains of the man under him. So, he kept pushing and pushing until his balls stopped him from getting inside. “How’s it boy? Do you like it?” Paul flexed his cock inside Nate’s gut. “Ooh yes. Do it again! I can feel you against my lungs!” Nate took a deep breath. “Now show me what you can do with those ripped muscles!” Paul pull out half of his dick, then he pushed back. He kept doing it getting a rhythm. Each time he bottomed, he ground his hips against the muscular butt. Nate’s constant moan couldn’t be quieted by the pillow. Paul was grinning with satisfaction. This man, who could brake Paul like a stick, was at Paul’s mercy. Paul’s cock was owning Nate. With lust and excitement, the jabbing gained a rhythm. Dicking became longer. The head was almost out, to be pushed deep inside almost immediately. Feeling some exhaustion, Paul leaned against the wide back and started to bite it and to lick the sweat pouring from it. This new position released some pressure from his bad leg. Thankfully, his right leg and abs were strong enough to keep the merciless pounding going. In and out, the smacking sound of hips against butt was only topped by Nate’s moaning. “Time to flip boy!” Paul said kissing Nate’s back. He tried to pull out to let Nate flip, but he couldn’t. He pulled dis cock out putting more power in the movement. Nate’s grasp of his cock was so strong that it stripped off Paul’s condom when Paul withdrew. “Boy! That’s a true vise! Let me clad myself again,” Paul said putting on another condom and smearing more lube on. He pulled out the one trapped inside Nate’s ass. There was big blob of his precum filling the tip. Paul got off bed and stood by it. Nate was already on his back. With a strength neither of them knew Paul had, Paul dragged Nate’s body to the edge of the bed and lifted the tree trunk leg in the air. “Hold these two in place, boy. I have an ass to eat!” He went back to attack the sored hole. Paul’s demonstration of strength excited Nate so much that his cock spewed pre-cum all over his abs. He let go of one of the legs long enough to put the pillow on his mouth. He bit on it with all his strength. Nate was trying to survive Paul’s tongue assault to his ass. Paul was brutalizing his hole, short-circuiting Nate’s senses. Nate gasped and bit on the pillow like his life depended on it. This was what he wanted! Paul was making him his. The sloppy hole was blinking at Paul. Paul went crazy and dove his cock to the root in one push. Nate let out a loud groan. The hard cock began churning Paul’s spit inside of the tight love pit. Before his bad leg started to protest, he put his knee on the bed, anchoring himself with right leg. With his knee up, his cock hit Nate’s prostate from a different angle. Nate saw stars. With this better leverage, Paul reached for Nate’s rigid club. He had to put some muscle to move the cock away from Nate’s abs. His hand covered the middle of the staff with inches below and above, not counting the immense red head. Fingers not reaching around. He began to pump the juicy member synchronizing the movement with his deep dicking of the sorry trench. Faster and faster he moved. In and out it. Up and down. Nate was babbling incoherently under the pillow. Paul’s hand brought him to a big orgasm. Cock milk went over the other side of the bed. Shorter shots covered the deep valleys between his abs and pecs. Nate blacked out for a few seconds. His ass tightened around Paul’s rod, sending the older man over the edge. Paul’s breathing became ragged. His low hanging balls climbed up to his crotch. “Fuck boy, look at me! Fuck! Show me your face! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna fucking cum! Let me see your face, boy! Take daddy’s juice!” Paul stepped out of the hole and removed the condom. He aimed the big bloated head to Nate’s face. Bullseye! Splat after splat of white cum covered Nate’s sweaty face. Nate tried to catch some in his mouth, the gushes were to many he only caught a few. Paul was still high when a cramp hit his leg. “Fuck!” He felt on top of Nate. His face came in touch with the mix of Nate’s sweat and cum. Even in his pain, he began to lick the cum-sweat mix off Nate’s abs until the cramp overpowered him. “Nate, help me here! A cramp!” Still dizzy in sex Nate reacted by lifting Paul from his abs and placing him by his side. Paul curled on his side trying to extend his leg. Still, Nate’s sored asshole was pulsing. But he moved to start rubbing Paul’s leg. There was a knot on the calf. He added some pressure feeling the knot begin to untighten. Paul’s was cringing in pain with his spent cock on the bed. It was soft, but it still was oozing some clear sap. The place was a mess. A chaotic combination of cock fluids, sweat, smells of sex, Nate’s moans, and Paul’s groans of pain. It was almost an erotic comedy. Gaining some consciousness Nate look at Paul, “Do you feel better?” Paul became aware of his current situation and he began to laugh between pants. “Shit! I almost lost a leg. I just fucked you a new hole. We’re a sweaty mess. And you are asking me if I feel better?” Nate, who was coming down from his cloud, realized what just happened and joined Paul in a good laugh. Nate’s back was on the bed, but his tired legs were on the floor. With the strength he was left, he managed to accommodate his bulk on the bed. Meanwhile, Paul was crouched on his side rubbing his leg. The cramp wasn’t totally gone, but he felt less pain. “Does this silence mean we survived?” asked Nate. Paul flopped on his back looking at the ceiling. He was still heaving and sweating. He coughed a couple of times to open his lungs. Rolling on his side to face Nate he reached out for the big man’s face. He began to caress Nate’s jawbone. There was a smile on his face. “What?” asked Nate. “What? This is what, I love you Nathaniel Coe.” Nate double looked at Paul’s face. “Yes!!! I love you too sergeant Paul Burks. I love you a lot!” He rolled on his side to face Paul and kissed him. “You took my ass, now I belong to you.” “Aw fuck. Don’t dare to write poetry. Took your ass… Cheez!” Paul chuckled. “Come here. Let me cuddle against your chest.” They got closer. Paul’s head rested on Nate’s biceps. The smell of Nate’s pit silenced the other smells in the room. Nate smelled like peace.
  13. TaurusPR

    m/m Helping a veteran?

    Things are going better for me, just like a new beginning. I'm grateful for the time you have dedicated to read my story. Thank you! When I was writing this story, I had in my mind my heritage. As Puerto Rican, I'm a mix of Taínos, Spaniards, and Dinkas (shipping a tube full of spit to a DNA lab is not sexy). Growing up colorblind was a blessing for me. The most confusing moment happened when in primary school an English class teacher from US told me: "And your mom, being so white, married that telephone black man!" I'm hurting for what is happening in US. My voice doesn't matter, because we don't vote for US leaders. Please, stop the hate. === Next chapter... === Helping a veteran? XI “Nate. I really don’t feel comfortable wearing shorts around people.” Paul was looking at himself in the mirror. He was wearing his swimming trunks and a t-shirt. “Paul, come on… You swim every day. You wear those swimmers every day. Don’t get why you’re feeling self-conscious. Look at your legs! They are amazing!” Nate said standing at Paul’s side. “Look at me. I’m wearing one of Linda’s designs.” He modeled the skintight square trunk with dark green ferns. The intricate pattern hid well the masculine mound in a front view. But the profile was obscene. Paul was surprised they make fabric with such elasticity! “Well, it’s not the same. At the hour I go, I’m alone. Now, your family is going to see me…” “Don’t tell me you’re thinking they’ll be paying attention to your leg, because you are being silly. They know of your injury. You’ve seen how they are! And, you’re our guest. Nothing to worry about. Just between you and me, from what you described as the state your leg was left after the accident, you healed amazingly well,” said Nate kneeling to feel the scars. “Besides,” Nate grabbed Paul’s bulge, “who will notice what’s under this?” He hefted the heavy package. “Stop it! I’m old, but I still get hard. Let’s go down!” In the patio, Nick was in the pool floating on a giant glazed doughnut. He was wearing the swimming briefs version of Nate’s trunks. Linda had a skimpy red bikini that showed all her curves. Certainly, she was Latina because those hips didn’t lie. She was stretched on a lounge enjoying the sun. Nick’s hairiness amazed Paul. He looked like he hasn’t shaved in months. The hair on the face was darker but it became lighter down the neck. He had hair from his face down into his swimsuit, over his shoulder and down his arms and legs. Under the light colored hair, it was evident the guy was built. Not in Nate’s proportions, who could anyways. Certainly, Nick was no stranger to a gym. Another thing, he was carrying some serious bulge! Paul and Nate went under the pergola to find something to drink. Both chose a beer, then went for a seat by the pool. When Paul sat, out of nowhere Danny jumped in his lap. Danny made himself comfortable so he could continue to play his game in Nick’s phone. Paul didn’t know what to say or how to act. Nick who was getting out of the pool said, “That’s a good sign. Danny does that only with people he likes and trusts.” “Dad! Sergeant Paul is made of metal like uncle! Come feel this!” Danny was pressing his small hand against Paul’s chest. Nick jumped at the opportunity and did as his son asked. “Yikes, sarge! Danny is right! You are solid as granite! What’s your secret!” Paul’s blood rushed to his face. He was feeling embarrassed. “See? I’ve told you! He’s not made of meat like you. He’s made of metal like uncle.” Danny said matter-of-factly. “Yes, go ahead. Humiliate your father in front of our guests. The things a father has to tolerate for the love of his kids. Sniff!” “Oh honey, come here. You know I love your meat.” Linda said with a grin. Nick went to her and gave her a tongue kiss. “You two! Get a room!” It was Nate rolling his eyes. “Paul, ignore these two. They can’t keep their hands to themselves. Danny did you ask for Paul’s permission to sit on his lap?” “Not really uncle. But I know he doesn’t mind. He is a good man. But he’s is really sad” said Danny looking at Paul. “No Danny, I’m not sad. I’m just surprised by the way you and your family have made me feel welcomed. That’s all.” Nate smiled at Paul. “Danny, let’s get in the pool!” “Pick me up uncle! Let’s do a cannon ball!” Paul gabbed his nephew and with three long steps he jumped into the pool creating the tallest splash, soaking Nick and Linda. “Bro! Don’t empty the pool! Man! And Danny don’t encourage him!” Danny and Nate resurfaced and seeing Nick’s face they started to giggle. Nate began to float with Danny sitting on his chest pretending he was a pirate on his ship. Paul was laughing at all this silliness. Towel in hand, Nick approached Paul. “Sarge. Don’t tell me you are wearing those to the pool,” pointing at Paul’s shorts. “The only swimsuit I have. And it still works…” Paul said becoming uncomfortable for a moment, but Nick was oblivious of it. “Hon?” Nick called out to Linda, “Did you bring something in 30 to 32?” “I did. I think Paul will look great in the stacked triangle shorts. Go ahead!” Nick had a big grin as he spoke to Paul, “Sarge, you are coming with me.” … Inside the office turned into storage, Paul was standing by the closed door while Nick was checking boxes. “Here sarge! Try this on!” “Son, I’m too old for briefs! They are going to be very, eh, revealing…” But since today has been extremely unusual for him, Paul said, “What the heck!” He started to undress. Nick whistled aloud. “Paul, I bet Linda can create a whole line for men in your shape! The problem will be finding them. Whew, you are shredded!” Paul, being many years in the military, was at ease with his nakedness in front of Nick. He tried the swimsuit on and looked in the mirror. “Fuck! Nate is going to cum in the pool! Ha. Ha. Ha. Paul, you look amazing in those! Look at you!” Paul double checked the image in the mirror. Nick was right. He liked how he looked. He showed it with a big smile. “Nick. I really like these. They hold everything in place without pushing my balls up to my throat. The fabric is so soft… But I guess I must trim my bush some before wearing them.” “They do look good on you. But I get you. I manscaped to put these on. It would look like a hippy trying to wear football helmet with hairs all over the creation.” Nick chuckled. “We don’t have time to trim you. Maybe I could help tomorrow. Here try these short-shorts. Since your thighs are so muscular, the shorts will fit perfectly. These have extra space for your junk. Man! I wish I look that good by forty!” Paul slipped off the briefs and tried the shorts. Nick had a good eye for size. The shorts fit him like a glove! On his darker skin, the stacked dark orange and dark blue triangles on the fabric made him look younger and cheerful. “Good choice Nick! I like these better. They’re not cutting on my legs or my hips. They feel good!” “Now, try this shirt on, leave it open.” It was a light blue shirt with light orange triangles for buttons. “And I think I have the perfect shades, just like that… Violà!” Paul took a few minutes to see himself in the mirror. “I’ll be damned! I do look good!” He smiled with satisfaction. “Nate’s going to cream his shorts!” said Nick. Paul took off the shades and became serious. He stuttered a few words, but Nick was laughing his ass off. “Stop looking at me like that Paul. Both of us know Nate’s nuts about you. And he has three nuts, so…” “I better change back.” “Nonsense! You are coming back with me and you are going to act like the sergeant you are. Show the platoon what you’ve got!” … Danny was doing laps on the short side of the pool. Nate was watching over him like a hawk. The kid has been in the water since he was born, but Nate won’t give bad luck a chance. He heard a wolf whistle from his side. Linda had taken her shades off to watch the two me coming from the house. Nate froze in place. “Oh daddy! That’s what I’m talking about! I’ve found my inspiration for my next collection! Nate, where have you kept this stud hidden!” Linda was very enthusiastic on how her clothes looked on the mature man. He was sexy as hell. While Linda was shouting and whistling and Nick was shining with pride by his wife’s approval of his choice, poor Paul was embarrassed. Inside he felt proud for the appreciation. Still, he looked for Nate’s approval and support, but the big man was staring at him speechless. “Nate,” Linda turned to talk to her brother in-law. “Sweetheart, could you please close your mouth. You are drooling into the pool. That’s gross!” She said as she chuckled. Three words came from Nate’s mouth, “You are hot…” “Isn’t he? I did a good choice, right bro? Hon what do you think?” Nick was proud of his selection. Linda, look at Paul with appraisal. “You did great! Now all I have to do is find men with such physical attributes. I doubt any man 20 years younger would look that good... I’m going to rock Europe! And, and, and I can’t get enough of the look with his walking stick! What a masculine touch! Maybe I can match the shades…” Linda’s gears were turning fast in her head. Nate was still mystified when a small hand touch his arm. It was Danny. “Go uncle,” Danny said with a big grin. Nate nodded to the kid and went to Paul’s side. “Paul,” said Nate with lust in his voice. “I knew you looked amazing in wet clothes. But, wow!” “Easy tiger bro! Let the man soak in the moment. Paul, let me bring you a cold one. Anything for you big bro?” Nate was admiring Paul from his shiny bald head to his toenails. The veteran was sexy and attractive. Nate was having a lot of trouble keeping self-control. From the pergola Nick shouted, “See the model, but don’t touch him. You have to talk to his representative, yours truly, to set an appointment. I think we have a three-minute space in five weeks.” Nate gave his baby brother the evil gaze and enunciated, not to be heard, a big FU! Paul had to laugh at the two brother’s antics. “I’m going in the pool. It’s crazy to have such a nice pool and nobody is using it.” Peeling his shirt off along with his shades, he placed them with his cane on a table and dived in. At first the salt stung his eyes but then it was OK. The water was very refreshing. Doing laps, his cock went back to its normal state. He was afraid Linda had seen too much of him. Nate joined him in the pool, swimming side by side.
  14. Yesterday
  15. Bigger4Me

    m/m College, Supplemented (Part 4 added 6/6/2020)

    **Note that there will be light elements of humiliation in this story, and I have now tagged it as such, however I will not write any violence or that ilk. Just to keep y'all updated! Enjoy!** Shawn and I immediately surround Kyle, as he grabs what remains of his shorts to try and cover up, as we accompany him back to the locker room, covering him as best as the two of us could. We get back to the locker room with little incident, beyond a few stares from passing by men and women whose eyes could do nothing but be affected by the gravitational pull of Kyle's bare ass. Kyle heads straight to his locker to change out of his torn-to-shreds bottoms, and I am immediately overcome by a huge wave of nausea, and rush into one of the bathroom stalls, puking almost instantaneously. I haven't thrown up in maybe 3 years, back when I had the stomach flu my senior year of high school. Damn, I must be getting sick. At least that explains my lack of motivation at the gym. "You doing okay, buddy?" Shawn says, looking at me a concerned stare. "Yeah," I murmur, "I'm okay, but I think I'm done for the day. I might be getting sick, so y'all should keep your space." "I'm sorry to hear that!" Kyle pipes up, now clad in some jean shorts and a polo. "I didn't bring any other workout clothes, so I can walk back with you. It's cool if you need to go slow, I am not sure how fast I can move in these puppies, especially after that workout." Kyle shakes his legs, and squats about a quarter of the way, stopped by the restraint of his shorts, not daring to go down any further and ruin a second pair of shorts for the day. "Thanks, Kyle. I would like that." I nod, "Are you coming back too, Shawn?" "Nah," he says, "I think I am going to stay here and workout a little longer, I'm still feeling the pre-workout that's in the stuff Izzy gave me, and my first class isn't till 10 anyways." "Have fun," I say, "Sorry about leaving, maybe I can try that protein powder again sometime soon?" "For sure!" Shawn says, "Maybe even tomorrow if you're feeling a little better." "Haha... Maybe." With that, Shawn heads out from the locker room, slapping the wall space above the door as he leaves, grunting, clearly pumped for the remainder of his workout. Kyle and I start the walk back to the dorms, with the sun starting to peek out over the hillsides. Kyle is talking excitedly the whole walk back, just ranting about how excited he was to have set such a high max for himself, and talking about how he's sure he can beat it next time, and it was just his clothes that held him back. Maybe it's Kyle's confident energy that is keeping him and Shawn going, they are just crushing it lately, and Kyle clearly wants to push himself as much as he can. "Are you doing okay?" Kyle asks, "You seem really quiet!" "What?" I say, snapping back to reality, "Sorry, yeah. I am okay, I just wish I was feeling a little better so I could've stayed and worked out with Shawn." "Don't worry about that," Kyle says, "It's a consistency thing. At least you showed up!" "Yeah... At least I showed up." I agree. This doesn't feel like progress, though. My stomach feels hollow, and my bones feel like bird-bones, like even the slightest amount of pressure would snap me in half. Maybe the wind might even blow me away, so little force is going into each of my steps. We step back into the dorm, and I head over to the elevator bay. "I think I'm gonna take the stairs," Kyle says, "Maybe that can help me burn off some of my energy." "Beat ya there!" I say, knowing the elevators are much faster than taking the stairs all the way to the 6th floor. I get in, and press the button. Nobody else gets into the elevator, so I take the time to lean against the bar for a second, catching the breath I was trying to not lose while walking with Kyle. I'm so winded, this feels horrible. This sickness is the worst I have ever felt. After a few seconds, the elevator dings, and I exit out onto my floor. I look down the hall, and see my door wide open. Fuck!! We forgot to close the door, I'll have to talk to Kyle about that when he gets here. I pick up my pace slightly from my "walking dead" paced walk, and get to the door. Lo and behold, Kyle is there, setting his gym bag down on his bed. "Beat ya here!" Kyle says, grinning from ear to ear, his breath not even quickened. "Wait, did you take the stairs too? You're breathing really heavy!" "Oh... Yeah." I lie, "I figured I would try to do some kind of exercise today, even if I am a little sick." "CONSISTENCY! That's the spirit!" Kyle says. "But be sure to lay low if you're not feeling well." "I will," I say. "I'm going to take a shower I think, and then I will get back to bed. I only have afternoon classes on Tuesdays, so I'll probably lay low." "That's perfect," Kyle says. "I have a class at 8, so I will get ready too, but I'll head out and leave you be." With that, Kyle, with some effort, drops trow, and I see him in his sweaty jockstrap, yet again. It looks tight too, but not just from his ass. The pouch seems.... Full. Like... Really full. Like... I can see shaft from the side full. "Yo," I say, feeling bold. "Did you buy your underwear from that same website you got your workout clothes?" "Nah," Kyle says, while peeling off his shirt. "I like my clothes tight, but my jockstrap loose. My little guy's gotta breathe." With that, he looks down, finally realizing what I'm talking about. "Woah! Sorry for the show. I've been getting so boned up after the gym, I just felt so POWERFUL today." "Calm down, buddy." I say, laughing slightly, although that makes me cramp up in my sides pretty fiercely, and I wince. "Shoot, sorry man." Kyle says. "I'm gonna head to the showers though. If you come in.... Don't pick the stall next to mine. Unless... Yknow. Nevermind." Kyle looks down, uncharacteristically sheepish, and grabs his towel and shower caddy, and heads to the restroom. Was he about to proposition me? Even if he was, I don't think I feel down for that today. Maybe not ever, a roommate sexual escapade never really turns out well, from what I've seen. I wait a minute, and head to the restrooms too, noting that the far stall is in use, with a speaker playing Lady Gaga loudly enough to cover any other extracurricular shower activities. I hop into a shower, and reach up to the side to hang up my towel. I let go of the towel, and it drops all the way to the questionably clean shower floor. I missed the hangers? After a year you would think I had the hang of these stalls. I guess not, reaching back up and hanging the towel appropriately. I rub the bodywash across my slightly hairy body, looking down and taking stock of myself. I look like I always do, although I feel much worse. I feel bloated, hollow, and stiff all at the same time. I get down to wash my dick, and there it is, 3 inches soft, like usual. It's not much to look at, but I'm pretty please with my 7 inch hard tool. It's greater than the national average. At least, that's what the internet tells me. From seeing Kyle and Shawn's dicks, when they were jerking off yesterday, I think I'm below the average at least when it comes to my friend group. I finish up my shower, and head back to my room. Not bothering to change into anything, and I pass out as soon as I hit my bed. The next thing I remember is waking up around 1, according to my desk clock, and I feel so exhausted I don't bother getting up. Fuck my classes, I think to myself. I do find myself feeling a little queasy too, so I pull on some loose shorts and head to the bathroom. I walk in and see Shawn, clad in only a towel, brushing his teeth. He sees me and smiles, but doesn't bother to stop brushing. Gotta get those two minutes in, I guess. I walk to one of the other sinks and splash some water on my face to clear my mind. It doesn't help. I stand up fully and look in the mirror. It looks like someone drew black circles under my eyes with a sharpie. I look horrible. I look to my right, with Shawn done brushing his teeth and now styling his medium-long hair. His hair has a nice golden curl that I have never noticed before, but maybe I have never seen his hair this long before. I watch him fix the curls, falling a little bit above his eyebrows, and I see his biceps twitch upward and swell as he bends his arm. "Shawn." I gasp, "You look fantastic." He smiles, and look over at me, posing his hands on his hips like superman. He has the distinct V shape every guy wants. "I FEEL fantastic man! I was going non-stop at the gym, I literally just got back, and I only did so because I have a class at 1:30." "What?" I say, groggily, "You mean to tell me that you have been at the gym since 5 AM?" "Yeah, it's crazy. I was just so in the zone, and lifting like crazy, time just got away from me. But look at this pump!" I clearly look at his torso for the first time since we have been standing there. His chest hair has grown since even this morning, looking darker and thicker than ever before, and fully connecting between his pecs. His pecs! They stick out from his body, giving him a chest that would be noticeable even with a shirt on. He has deep crevices between his abs, leading down to those hips that every guy wants, v lines etched deeply in the sides, showcasing his lean stomach. Shawn flexes his arms, and walks closely to me. "Feel these man, they're rock hard." He growls. I reach up and grab his arms, my hands barely able to encompass his arms. they look like they could be around 14 inches around. "Shawn," I say, "This is way too much! You've gained so much muscle so quickly. Are you taking steroids?" "Nah, just supplements! All natural, baby!" He says, feeling his own flexed arm while looking at himself in the mirror. "Are you feeling any better, by the way, Connor? You look hunched over." "Hunched over?" I look up in the mirror and see that my eyes are on level with Shawn's chin. I straighten my back, but it doesn't help. "Shawn, I think you grew again." "What? No. That's impossible." He looks at himself in the mirror again, noticing our significant height discrepancy. "That's weird... I don't FEEL that much taller... Maybe. I have a tape measure in my room, do you mind helping me check?" "Sure," I say, "But I am going to get back to bed as soon as possible." I follow Shawn's wide, sinewy back to his room. He opens the door, the lights are on, and it's just the two of us. James must have woken up in time for his classes! Good for him. Shawn opens a miscellaneous drawer, and pulls out a tape measure. He steps on the bottom, and pulls it partially up, passing it over to me when he gets to about his waist. "Can you help me out?" "Yeah." I pull up the tape measure, all the way to the top of his head, feeling his huge presence even more with our physical closeness, him just in a towel, and me in my shorts. I am barely able to get the measure to line up with the top of his head while easily reading the measurement, "6'3, maybe a little more. How the fuck?" "YES!" He yells, pumping a fist. "I fucking love growing, I have been feeling it lately, I love this growth spurt! But... Wait. That's only like an inch from this morning. I wasn't looking down on you like I am now. Let me help measure you.." With that he reaches for the tape measurement. "I'm good...." I say, trying to pull the measuring tape away from Shawn's grasp. "C'mon man! At least let me re-measure myself, something's off here." And he grabs the measuring tape with his long reach. He quickly bends down, grabbing the end with his foot, and pulling it up to my head. "Wait..." He quietly says to himself. "What is it?" I say, panic creeping into my voice. "Well... This is so strange." Shawn says, "You're.... 5'8." *To Be Continued*
  16. macookie

    m/m Deano's Summer: A Muscle University Story

    Fuckity fuck ... if Mr. Sweaty pecs and this Ryan guy hookup along with Ant in a threesome.
  17. muscleaddict

    m/m Deano's Summer: A Muscle University Story

    Flirty? Are you sure about that?
  18. BrzNLA

    m/m Deano's Summer: A Muscle University Story

    Nice cliffhanger mate. The plot thickens : A new, flirty personal trainer and Mom shows up. Oh Deano, you’re in so much trouble.
  19. Mdlftr

    m/m Cubs Muscle up

    I'm not trying to be a jerk here, but you DID ask for suggestions - so... ===========snip================================ Chapter 1: The Beginning I was am a normal 20 year old kid with the exception that he I was am gay, and attracted to muscle bears (big Muscular hairy gay men). Not only was am I attracted to muscle bears, but I also wanted to be one. At 5 foot 8 inches and 150 pounds I was am quite scrawny and unattractive. [But I'm getting ahead of myself] Anyway, let me introduce myself. My name is Chad and I live in California. ============snip========== Suggestions: 1. change story to one tense. Since the majority of the story is present tense, use present tense. The opening doesn't need to be in the past tense, since your narrator is telling the story in real time. 2. The introduction is attempting to change up a traditional chronological opening, by changing the expected order of events (name, then age and situation). That can be a good technique because it engages the reader and keeps his interest by (slightly) defying expectations. What you might consider is the underlying tone of the narrator. On the one hand he classifies himself as "a normal 20 year old kid." [Which, incidentally, rings false, as no 20 year old that I know, refers to himself as a "kid". Maybe he'll say "guy" or "dude" but never "kid." That's what "old people" call him.] Being gay and attracted to muscle bears isn't as much of a shocking thing as it used to be, since "normal" now includes such a wide range of behaviors, states of being and belief that it is almost a meaningless word, like "nice". How about using descriptive terms that are more precise, and including more details specific to California to make it seem more realistic. For Example: " I'm Chad. I'm a typical 20 year old geeky college student in California. I'm majoring in chemistry at UCLA. I have never been to the beach or worked up a sweat except when lugging my backpack across campus. I study 10 hours a day, never see the sun and am a completely unimpressive physical specimen at 5'8" and 150 pounds. I live to study, and there's nothing else on my mind except covalent bonds, organic chemistry compounds ---- and muscle bears. You know what a muscle bear is - he's a big Muscular hairy gay man. He has bulges and muscles in places where I don't even have places. He has a thick, muscular, hairy body that looks like he spends half his time squatting 5 plates a side and the other half chopping down sequioas. His legs and glutes form a huge foundation for his even more massive chest, back, shoulders and arms. He is walking masculine traits personified. He has more hair on his face alone than most dudes have on their entire bodies. He exudes sex pheromones that I couldn't put out unless I mixed them up in a test tube. Muscle bears make my heart race, my pulse pound and my pubes sweat. My dick gets hard at the thought of seeing or being around a muscle bear. Not only was I attracted to muscle bears, but I also wanted to be one. They are everywhere in California, their natural habitat - think of the annual Lazy Bear week on the Russian River. Each morning when I stop at the local corner to get my caffeine fix, the barrista has a barrel-shaped, furry muscular chest, stubble and cute dark eyes that make my breathe shorten. Half the dudes on campus, at least the non-chem majors, like business or poly sci have fur and beards and hair and muscle that makes my head swim. When I get close to them I can smell the pheromones and sweat wafting off their thick, muscular furry bodies and I have to hold my breathe and move away before I jizz my shorts. And now I'm going to become one of them ...... [THEN YOU START WITH YOUR STORY --- One Friday night (yeah I have no life) I was working late in the lab working on a new batch of glow goo (I sell em to the rave kids for some extra cash) when a small quake hit and knocked some extra stuff into my formula. "Great, now I have to start over" I thought when I noticed that some of my mess had dripped into the mouse cage. Oliver (the mouse) was lying on its back twitching and got noticeably bigger. After the twitching was done he got up and seemed to be fine with one exception. The mouse was bending his water nozzle. "Well THAT shouldn't happen" ============================================= Good start to your story ! I look forward to seeing where it goes!
  20. MuscleStrengthFreak

    • MuscleStrengthFreak
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    • freakyassmuscle

    Hey man.  thanks for the follow.  Feel free to find me in the Discord room.  

  21. Bigger

    m/m Cubs Muscle up

    Glad to see some muscle bear growth stories here! A bit fast-paced imo, but I liked the first chapter! Can’t wait for the next one!
  22. ploder4

    m/m College, Supplemented (Part 4 added 6/6/2020)

    I think you're getting your wish dred. I mean if the shake doesn't work on Colton he's gonna find himself left in the dust by those two. Constantly watching them rapidly pack on the pounds of muscle while he (mostly out of depression) weakens to a fat slob. Whether they remain friends will be another story. Also, with the adverse reaction that Colton has taken... he's likely to shrink or turn into a blob. The key now is to finding out why Colton had the bad reaction. Is it genetics? Is it just the fact that Colton hadn't exercised in a while? If it's the latter than I hope Colton doesn't get too depressed and at least continues to grow with them and continue to share interests. Instead of just completely be blown away. I would like Colton to at least be sexy in the normal world and then sort of transfer into the world of muscle hulks at the gym worshiping his buddies being the subby twink of the bunch. If it's the former, then someone needs to tell me so I can adjust my reading frame of mind. I don't mind spoilers. I read it for the growth scenes. I just don't want to get too invested in certain characters for my own sake. Yes, I am one of those people who will read the ending first before delving into the middle. I like to see how people get from point A to point B as well as just seeing a story progress. For this story, like Elongro, I'll need to get a picture of the ending first. I won't tell anyone that would spoil the fun for everyone else.
  23. DennisFLL

    m/m Deano's Summer: A Muscle University Story

    Well, Mr. Sweaty pecs is out, and enter the tall handsome bodybuilder (pant pant) Ryan!
  24. Herald

    m/m The dominant species (4)

    I'm working on it.
  25. DennisFLL

    AJ & Noah

    Well, thanks MA, for the crumb!
  26. muscleaddict

    AJ & Noah

    I'm just catching up on these latest posts between you and @Sjdmuscle. Feels like I'm reading "fan theories" which is pretty cool considering it's my story you guys are discussing! I have actually thought about those few months in between "the text" and Christmas and wondered wether AJ did anything with any other guys. Maybe he thought about it and downloaded Grindr and spoke to a few guys but I like the thought that he couldn't actually bring himself to meet another guy after what happened with Noah and that he just went through a phase of feeling depressed and not venturing out much and putting all of his energy into training. All the time trying to get over Noah.
  27. DennisFLL

    AJ & Noah

    I'll think about forgiving you, MA!
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