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  1. roboprobo

    Bro Fam

    Eventually, you RELISHED your growth going out of control. Sure, you'd officially flunked out of your second year of college but economic analytics was harder than you anticipated... Thankfully, you were very lucky to have such a strong group of bros to support you. And they certainly did- when you initially told them you'd wanted to start working out more seriously, they actually gave you bags of supplements and 'lifestyle' tapes. The tapes were weird (all about 'motivation', working out, or dieting) and even when you always found yourself waking up towards the end of them you'd watch them religiously. Hell, the guys eventually started making your meals for you, too and it didn't take long for the gym to become second nature for you. You got BIG. Your confidence burst through the roof and you were cocky or even mean; you deserved it! Nobody could have gotten as jacked as you, nor as strong. Regardless, you were always kind to your bros. They were the ones making you big, too. Hell, after a while you started feeling like they worshiped you, in a weird, communal way. Each one would bring you a can of weird beer of a brand you couldn't pronounce and of course you'd end up shotgunning it as a challenge. At some point doorways were becoming a challenge due to your width- that's when the guys would laugh at your wide, stumbling gait but still help you get upstairs to bed. The side effects made EVERYTHING bigger. Some of the bros bought you new shoes every time your feet started getting cramped in your current pair. One day you'd dozed off again after a weird lifestyle tape, waking up with an excess of morning wood and one of your younger buddies sucking on your long toes. You felt embarrassed but there was something about when he asked you to flex for him that kept you laying comfortably on your increasingly smaller bed. He'd ask you questions about wanting your growth and if you liked it; you'd answer with honesty as you milked your fat cock, his chuckle making you smile naively as he moved to massage your huge feet and massive legs. You were getting massive and it felt awesome! All you could really think about was getting bigger and having fun with your bros. After a while it wasn't weird at all to find yourself flexing or working out in the basement, naked, and you consistently found yourself serving the guys however they asked. You almost cried when the school told you you'd failed all your classes; you couldn't even remember the last time you'd even gone. The guys told you it didn't matter, you could still live at the house and to not even sign up for another semester if you didn't want to. So you didn't bother with school. Hell, you used to consider yourself a rather smart guy but nowadays you could barely keep up with complex conversations your bros have at home. The guys would laugh when you gave a ditsy comment and tell you to show of your tits instead. You'd happily peel up (or ripped off) your shirt, showing off your massive pecs. You loved showing off, after all! They called you a good 'himbo' and directed you to administer twice the doses of supplements you were accustomed too. You explained to them your pectorals were seemingly increasing size even faster than the rest of your body, feeling sore almost every day. They gladly began giving you more thorough daily 'massages'. Nowadays you find yourself practically shaking the earth beneath your heavy steps, your quads and hams so wide you have to move in an awkward waddle. Your time is religiously spent in the basement gym or with your loving bros. Sure, they graduate and new ones come in, but you always find tight relationships with them. The guys worship your massive, sweaty body and always make sure you're well-taken care of. You've lost track of how many years have gone by and sometimes wonder if you're not really getting any older, either. You're fucking huge. Sometimes the guys are sweeter and love letting you strut around with a proper alpha male cockiness. Others are meaner, tricking you into tight situations or letting your huge pecs go without milking for days at a time, letting you murmur in discomfort like a proper bull in heat as your pecs start looking overdeveloped even for your massive frame. A rare few actually manage to fit your huge cockhead in their mouths. Some manage to fit you inside them (dangerously) but most often you enjoy feeling a bro sniffing and lapping your hairy, muscled pucker before stretching it out with their fat bro cock. For as much as you have to eat, absorbing protein through your bros' thick cocks is a benefit you gladly enjoy. There isn't often a party where you turn down a proper pose down, letting all the guys worship you as they pump you full of beer and cock.
  2. Will be posting the pages of the third comic shortly! It’s based on a story by Big Wishes - go check him out here: https://www.tumblr.com/bigwishes For now, here's the cover page Feel free to check out my Twitter as well https://twitter.com/GDSMuscleFreaks Cheers, GD
  3. Ultram0th

    Eric's New Sponsorship

    [This is a new series that I’m starting, in which Eric Janicki is turned into a slutty himbo! Also, I’m moving my work to my new Tumblr at https://ultram0th2.tumblr.com/ ] Eric Janicki relaxed into the leather chair inside the small office. As he mindlessly scrolled through his phone, he couldn’t help the bright smile that formed on his handsome face as the notifications kept popping up on his feed, letting the bodybuilder/fitness trainer know that his latest gym selfie was popular. It’d been a nonchalant pic of himself in the mirror, with his blue tank riding up the smallest bit to offer the viewers a sneak peek of his chiseled abs which had a light dusting of hair covering them. The 6’1’’ bodybuilder knew that he was attractive, to both females and males, the latter of which made up a majority of his fanbase. Although he was straight, Eric knew that he could keep his follower count up on his online profiles and the lucrative sponsorships coming if he offered enough content that showcased his flawless musculature. The 28 year old man had spent years developing his flawless physique and it was obvious. Even as he was now: donning a dark blue button down and black slacks, his muscles were clearly evident. The buttons on his shirt seemed to strain to keep his powerful pecs covered and his biceps looked as if they could split the sleeves apart at the seams. His slacks showed off every contour of his large thighs and helped to showcase his muscle butt that was the star of many of his posts online. Eric knew that he was hot and he wasn’t shy about using his body, but he was always careful to only offer a sneak peek and not the whole thing. It was tactic employed to keep his gay fanbase drooling over him while asserting that fact that he wasn’t attracted to other men. It didn’t hurt to allow them to pretend, he figured. Eric knew that it was because of his perfect musculature and loyal fanbase that he was in contact with H-Boost, which was some unknown workout supplement company. It’d all been a stroke of luck, honestly. Eric had been at the gym, working on his triceps when an older bodybuilder, Larkin, had walked up to him and had asked if he’d be interested in posting some content about the supplements since the company was looking for an image that apparently he fit. Eric had jumped at the chance to get more sponsorship deals for his social media, which would hopefully cause a domino effect where he’d gain more followers and thus more offers, both of which equals more money. Eric knew close to nothing about the company; but after a quick Google search, he found that it was pretty underground and run by a man named Hank Williams. The picture and bio on the small company website had showed that Hank was an avid weightlifter and that he tended to be more into men— thus the tight-fitting clothes that Eric was dressed in, hoping to score this sponsorship deal. The door to the tiny office opened up and Eric put his phone away, getting up onto his feet to shake Hank’s hand as he entered. “Good afternoon, Mr. Williams,” he said in a polite voice. “Thank you for meeting with me today.” The older man was a solid wall of muscle. It was clear that he’d been a bodybuilder back in his prime. Now the fifty-something year old man hadn’t been following a strict diet as was evident by the large muscle gut that his bulging pecs rested on. His beefy arms struggled to be contained within the fabric of his dress shirt, and his thighs were so thick that the man’s walk resembled more of a waddle. His shaved head gleamed underneath the florescence in the room and his goatee was black, tinged with flecks of gray. Still the strength behind his handshake told Eric that the older man could easily hold his own. “Please, call me ‘Hank’,” he smiled warmly. “And thank you for meeting with us.” He walked around the large, wooden desk that was in the room, setting himself down into his own chair which creaked under his weight. Eric sat back down and straightened his posture, making sure to pull his shoulders back the smallest bit to push his powerful pecs forward. He fought to hide the smirk that was framed by his trimmed beard when he noticed Hank’s brown eyes hone in on the straining buttons. Eric knew that the older man found him sexy, so he figured that obtaining this sponsorship would be no problem. Hank looked at the computer screen that was in front of him, typing away as he read over something. The whole time he typed, his eyes would occasionally flick over towards the chiseled pecs on the straight bodybuilder’s chest. “Well,” he hummed, “Larkin gave you raving reviews and it looks like you do have a pretty impressive social media presence. But, I’m just not sure right now…” Trying to maintain his cool, Eric fought the frown that almost formed on his face. “What do you mean?” he asked. He flexed his arms this time, his large biceps moving like large bowling balls underneath his shirt sleeves. He was always used to just flexing here and there, or maybe flashing a coy smile for the camera. That’d always worked. However, the muscle hunk was floored when he heard that he might not have been what the company was looking for. Hank continued to type away before he opened up one of the drawers on his desk. He pulled out a small plastic pouch, about the size of a condom wrapper, and tossed it onto the desk. One side of the plastic was see-through, showcasing a small pink capsule pill. “This is one of our products that we’re looking for someone to advertise for us,” Hank explained. “It’s supposed to give men a certain kind of boost that a specific audience is interested in. Looking at your posts, you seem to be very dedicated to your fitness. While it is impressive, I’m just unsure if you’d be the right fit for our product.” Eric shook his head slowly back and forth, a little confused by what the older bodybuilder was saying. Sure, Eric was very into fitness, it was obvious by his social media accounts. However, the driving factor behind his desire to land this deal was the way his friend Larkin had boasted about the massive amount of attention and followers people tended to gain once they’d been sponsored by H-Boost. Although he’d never seen any himself, Larkin had never lied to him before. The cocky stud crossed his buff arms in front of his massive chest, simultaneously flexing his biceps and pecs to look much bigger for the gay man. “I’m sure I can handle it,” he smirked, putting on his crooked smile that made the ladies’ hearts melt. Hank’s eyes conspicuously ran up and down Eric’s muscled form. He clenched his stubble-covered jaw before nodding, pushing the pill forward across the desk. “You already posted a selfie today,” Hank explained, “so we can use that as a before. After you take the supplement, we ask that you take a picture every day to show your progress.” As Hank went over the terms, Eric fought to maintain his composure over the fact that he’d landed such a sponsorship. All he had to do was take a pill and then post pictures, and then the money would come rolling in. It was no-lose situation in his mind. “…all it takes is just one dosage,” Hank continued. “So if you’re sure, you can take the pill now.” He pulled out a water bottle from his desk and slid it towards the stud. “Just one?” Eric repeated, thinking that it was too easy. Still, he shrugged his broad shoulders and ripped open the package. He tossed the pill to the back of his throat and chugged down the entire water bottle to make sure it went all the way down. “Great!” Hank cheered as he stood up to shake Eric’s hand once more. “I have a feeling that this going to be a great sponsorship for you. We can email you the contract later. In the meantime, don’t forget to take pictures of your progress and to tag us in them.” Eric gratefully shook the older bodybuilder’s beefy hand. “Absolutely,” he agreed, standing up from his seat and walking out of the small office. There was a light swish to his walk, and Hank couldn’t help but admire the way the stud’s muscled globes seemed to dance back and forth as he walked away. He made a mental note to thank Larkin for sending them Eric, who would without a doubt be a perfect spokesman for Himbo Boost, or H-Boost for short.
  4. HimboEnjoyer

    Brocurious! Chapter 2-3 (added chapter 3)

    ''Ehm, so…how do you want to do this?'' Mike shrugged. ''I guess I have to get into position first. I think it will be easier if I’ll face away from you.'' ''Oh, okay… Sure.'' Mike turned around and got into doggy position. No one could’ve told me that I’d ever see Mike on my bed like this. ''God damn, Mike! Why is your ass so big?'' ''I don’t know, man! I take that as a compliment, though. Tell me when you’ll get hard, okay?'' I already forgot about the video as my stare focused on Mike's behind. That view and the moans from our tv made my dick instantly jump up. Fuck, I couldn’t tell him that I was hard already. ''Yeah, just give me a sec Mike.'' ''Sure do, Bro!'' Not knowing what to do, I positioned myself behind Mike so my dick was hanging above his ass and started jacking off. My body was on fire already. Why was I so horny? ''Almost got it up! One sec.'' The thought of accidentally cumming and unloading on Mike's back made me pick up the pace on my dick. Fuck! Jacking off like this felt way too good. I froze as Mike turned his head back to look at me and then at my dick. ''Oh! So you are hard already?'' What should I say? ''Yeah, that video is so hot! It makes me horny every time.'' He looked at the screen now. ''Yeah, it’s pretty hot. I'll get hard, thanks to that video, soon too. Uh… We need a condom.'' ''Oh, right! Right! Right! Lucky for you, it’s right here in my drawer.'' I leaned over to pull out a condom from my stash. Mike jerked. ''Oh! Hey there.'' How did I not realize what I did? Not only was my chest pressed against Mike’s back, but my raw dick was touching his ass! I pushed Mike too hard as I was trying to pull away from him. He hit his head against the bed frame. ''Ouch!'' ''FUCK! Oh god, sorry! Sorry!'' ''Chill, man! It’s nothing… Just get that condom on.'' I did as Mike told me. The condom slid comfortably around my dick after some adjusting. My brain stopped comprehending what was happening at this point. ''It’s on.'' Mike looked back at my condom-covered cock. He licked his lips and scooted himself closer to me. Our thighs touched. My dick was so close to poking him. ''Fuck Mike! This is crazy.'' ''What do you mean! It’s nothing. Just practice. You’re helping a bro out.'' ''Yeah… It’s like a workout… You are just training to become stronger.'' ''Exactly! Like when I need you to spot me!'' ''I can do that!'' I grabbed my dick and tilted it towards Mike's ass. Electricity rushed through my body as my dick pressed against his butt. Fucking hell! ''NO, WAIT!'' Mike screamed but didn’t move. ''We forgot lube!'' ''Oh…'' I pressed my hips into Mike as a tingling sensation filled my shaft. It felt so good that I wanted to start rubbing against him. ''Do you have lube, Bro? I forgot mine at Jessica’s.'' ''Sorry Mike, the girls I fuck always have lube.'' ''Fuck! Okay… Just use a lot of spit, okay?'' I did not care at this point and spat on my dick. Twice. The first gush of spit landed on Mike's ass. I watched how it dripped into his crack. Perfect. ''Don’t worry. The condom has some lube on it.'' Mike did not say anything. He exhaled deeply. I was sliding my dick up and down Mike's ass on reflex. His body felt so good against mine. Warm and soft but also hard and strong, which I’ve never felt against my dick before! ''You can just put it in. I already opened up under the shower a bit.'' ''Good boy!'' What on gods name possessed me to say that? Mike didn’t reply, but I noticed his asshole twitch. That was my sign to go in. ''I’m gonna put it in now.'' Mike flexed his back and ass as his body tensed. He looked even bigger now. What a stud! My head poked his closed hole. I started to push in slowly. So tight! I could feel Mike twitch. He was trying to relax. ''Holy shit! Bro, go slow!'' ''The tip is not even in. Relax.'' I started caressing Mike's back as he huffed. His colossal body moved with every breath. Squelch. The head of my dick was entirely inside now as Mike's ass lips engulfed me. ''Ohhh!'' Wow, his moan was high-pitched! ''There you go! The tip is in.'' I didn’t want to waste any more time and started pushing again. I’ve fucked girls in the ass before, but Mike was exceptionally tight. It was heaven! I wanted my whole dick in there asap. Squelch. Squelch. ''Holly Shit man!'' More and more of my dick disappeared inside the hole. One final push! My dick completely disappeared between the mountains that were Mike's ass cheeks. ''Argh!'' Mike moaned and looked back at his probed ass in shock! ''Uhhh. Fuck Bro, it’s in!'' ''Yeah, it’s all in! You took it like a champ!'' ''Fuck, it’s so big! Bigger than my dildo!'' I squeezed Mike's ass admiring it. ''It’s so much warmer than my dildo.'' ''Want to fuck it like you do your dildo?'' ''…Yeah. Fuck me with it!'' My dick was so fucking hard right now. I could feel it twitch inside Mike's ass. Without waiting for any second longer, I started to fuck Mike. Slowly but steadily at first. ''Ohh!!….GAH! Huff! Huff!'' ''Deep breaths, Mike! You are doing so good.'' ''UUUHHHH… Bro! Fuck!'' His voice didn’t sound like him at all! It was much higher and slutier! It turned me on so much. I couldn’t help it and started fucking harder, slapping my hips against his ass. I watched as my dick went in and out of Mike. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. ''You are so tight, man!'' ''FUCK! You are so, AHH, so big!'' Here I was, fucking my best friend in the ass, and it felt so good! I could not stand it anymore and started really fucking Mike. His ass slapped against my stomach every time I entered him fully. I was fucking him deep and hard. Damn, he was very good at this, considering it was his first time. Then it hit me. He was a virgin in some sense. I was the first to fuck him. The first man to stick his dick inside him. This huge fucking stud with a bubble butt. I grabbed Mike's tits, pressed my whole body against his, and took a deep breath. The smell was amazing. Familiar and strong. I started jackhammering his huge butt. It felt so fucking good. ''Aahhhh! Fuuuccckkk!'' ''GAH! Humph.'' Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. ''Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Broooo! Fuuuuckkk'' ''You…GAH! Feel good?'' Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. ''You are… AH! Fucking the, uhhhshit out of me!'' ''That’s right! Cause you asked for it! With that big juicy ass of yours! Fuck Yeah!'' ''I can feel it!… So deep!'' Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Mike's butt jiggled in a mesmerizing way with every single of my thrusts! I stopped for a sec to catch my breath. I was breathing heavenly onto Mike's neck. I synced my breathing with the descent and ascent of his chest. Barely a second went by when Mike started pushing his ass against me! My dick disappeared inside his hole again. ''Hungry boy!'' He looked at me and nodded. Fuck! His face was so fucking sexy right now! I wanted to kiss him but instead just smiled at him. He was fucking himself on my dick by now. ''Mmhhh! Good job! You’re making me feel so good! I’m about to cum if you keep this up.'' He looked back at me with pleading eyes and started to fuck me faster. ''Oh yeah? Do you like that? My ass milking you? Want to jizz in it?'' ''Fuck yeah, Bro!'' ''Uhhh! Am I a good bro milking you like that?'' ''You’re the best, bro! AHHH! AAAHHHH! FUCK BRO! I’m cumming'' I rammed into Mike and stayed as deep inside him as I could. I haven’t cum this hard in a long time. My whole body shivered. Mike was moaning with me in unison with every spurt of my orgasm. Mike looked so hot. I wanted to kiss him on the forehead but didn’t. I stayed inside him till I caught my breath but eventually let my dick slip out. One last moan escaped Mike's lips. ''Thanks… Thanks for helping me out, bro.'' ''No problem. Jessica is going to have fun with you, dude.'' I wanted to laugh all the craziness of what just happened off, but Mike just stared at me concerned, got up, and left. He just left like that, disappearing into that fucking bathroom again. It felt like a punch in the gut. I wanted to curl up inside my bed and never come out. I pulled my condom off and realized Mike came all over my bed. His jizz was everywhere. My legs were shaky; honestly, I felt like crying, but I just got dressed and started leaving. Before leaving our apartment, I screamed at the shut bathroom door. ''Clean your jizz off of my bed faggot!'' The door slammed behind me as I went out into the night. I called our coach and asked him if I could come over. It’s embarrassing, but he’s like a father figure to Mike and me. We don’t have any adults around to whom we could reach out. I don’t want to go to any of my friends because they’ll probably figure out something was off. The last thing I wanted was someone trying to figure out what happened. Coach Tom agreed for me to come over. He told us the first day that he would always be supportive and available if we needed him. Coach Tom was a good friend of our high school coach. He promised him that he’d take care of us. On the other hand, train the living shit out of us. He also helped us get out scholarships. I was relieved that I had a place where I could crash today. The bus I took to Coaches place was empty. My chest felt like it was going to explode. I didn’t want to think about what had just happened. Why did I say that horrible thing to Mike as I was leaving? I’ve always been a good friend to him. We sometimes fought, sure, but I never really hurt him. This time it felt like I did. I couldn’t take it anymore and started crying. Thank god no one was around. It was just so wrong! Not what we did that felt like the best thing in the world, but what I said and how we acted afterward. The situation I was in right now was wrong! Did Mike do something wrong, or was it me? Maybe it was the both of us. Coach's place is awesome! He lives in a small mansion with his wife and two daughters. I was getting nervous as I stood in front of their gate. Was Coach Tom rich? How do you act around a rich guy's house? My brain wanted my legs to turn around and leave, but the front door's opening stopped me. Coach stepped out. Man, was he a specimen! I told myself I’d want to look exactly like him when I will be his age. Broad shoulders, thick muscles, a perfectly trimmed porn mustache, and thick dark hair with some gray in it. Coach was wearing grey sweatpants and a black shirt. He started running towards the gate and waved at me with a sincere smile. I noticed his pecs bouncing as he ran towards me. He ran his hand through his thick hair before stopping and forcefully opening the gate. ''Hey, Coach!'' ''Hey there! Sorry…Gah! This thing broke a couple of days ago.'' I watched his bicep flex as he started pulling on the metal. His shirt barely managed to contain the muscles. That’s how you know a man is big! ''I think that’s enough! Squeeze through!'' My ass got stuck between the gate as I tried to fit through. Coach grabbed me by the hips and pulled me out. ''That's a Big boy! There we go!'' He patted me on the shoulder, as his smile widened. I might’ve started blushing a little. That’s why I loved Coach. Well, that’s why the whole team loved him. He was reassuring and made us feel strong. ''Come on in! Martha just made dinner.'' Dinner went by okay, but I must admit that it made me feel weird. Not only couldn’t I stop thinking about what the fuck I was doing here but seeing Coach and his family made me think of my parents and the fact that we never had family dinners like this. It was tough. Sometimes I think I will never be normal because of my parent's neglect. There’s a loneliness in me that will never go away. It’s like a black hole. The thing is that Mike used to fill that hole a little, but now it was completely open and devouring me from the inside. I helped out in the kitchen and listened to Martha telling me to come over more often because her husband was going crazy with all the girls in the house. I laughed it off while Coach was nodding at Martha from the living room while trying to console their daughters' petty fight. After dinner, Coach took me around the house for a tour. This place is so beautiful! It had everything! An office, a gym, huge bathrooms, a garage, a pool, and even a small library! We stopped the tour as we returned to the living room. The girls and Martha weren’t there, probably because it was late. ''Wow, coach! You’re living the life. I wish to have a house like this one day.'' Coach put his big hand on my shoulder. ''It’s all ahead of you, boy. I see big things in your future. I shouldn’t say this, but I think you're a star.'' He winked at me, and I felt warmth in my stomach. ''Don’t say that! I might disappoint you. We never know.'' ''Oh, stop with the self-pity! Not in my house.'' ''Sorry, sir.'' ''And you don’t have to call me sir.'' ''Okay, sir…fuck I mean.'' I scratched my head. ''HAHA, never mind, it’s a fine boy.'' There was that warm feeling again as I heard Coach’s deep laughter. I desperately wanted to ask Tom where the fuck the money for this house came from, but I didn’t. It didn't feel polite to ask. Martha didn’t have a job, and there was no way he could make that much money just by coaching. ''Hey, listen! I’m glad you called and took my offer. You showed me that you trust me today. I value that… You can come over whenever you need something.'' ''Thanks, coach. It means a lot to me too. I… It’s just...'' Oh, for fucks sake, I felt like crying again. ''Hey, it’s okay! You don’t have to tell me anything. I told you to reach out whenever! I know how challenging life can be sometimes. No matter what it is.'' ''Coach I…'' ''Wanna play some PlayStation?!'' That caught me off guard. ''Oh! Heck yeah!'' A spark lit up inside me. ''Get on the coach!'' ''Oh, Frick Coach! You’ve got a PS5!'' ''Hahaha yeah…'' ''So you're a gamer?'' ''I guess you could say that.'' ''Oh wow! I have a gamer coach!'' ''HAHA, you are cracking me up boy!'' We sat down on the Coach and started playing. I let go of all my worries. This was just what I wanted. Excitement rushed through me as I was about to play on a PS5 for the first time. We played into the night, not worrying about waking the house. We had all the time because tomorrow was Sunday. I couldn’t believe this man, was he real? ''Damn, that game is making me sweat! Can I get more comfortable?'' ''Sure thing, coach!'' I continued focusing on the game as I tried to survive the last wave of enemies, but my eyes drifted over to coach for a sec. He was taking off his sweatpants! Okay, why not? He got them off and put his feet on the small table in front of the coach. He sighed in relief. I got another glance at Coach. I’ve never seen him without pants on, so I had to check out his physique. I mean, I was admiring his form. Coach was wearing black underwear and long dark blue socks. WoW, even his feet are enormous. But those legs! Goddamn! Strong Af. We didn’t make it through the last wave of enemies, and our characters died in brutal ways. Coach let the controller drop on his legs. ''We almost had it! Damn! Fuck those nazi German zombies!'' ''HAHA! Yeah, Fuck em.'' ''Damn, Coach! I’ve got to say. You have one big pair of legs.'' ''Oh, these?'' He gave his legs a whack. ''Yeah, they got pretty big with the years.'' He was caressing his hairy legs now. ''Man, I wish I had legs as big as you, coach.'' ''Oh, don’t you worry! When I was your age, my legs weren’t nearly as big as yours are.'' ''Nah! You’re just saying that to make me feel better.'' ''Stop with the self-pity again! Get those pants off! Show me those legs!'' ''Okay! Take a look yourself.'' I took off my pants and put my feet next to Coach's feet on the table. ''There we go! Look at those!'' He gave my legs a whack now. That made me happy for some reason. ''Look, there are almost the same as mine are now! Scoot closer.'' I lifted my butt and sat beside Coach, our big thighs touching. He smelled good. He had that typical smell of cologne mixed with a bit of musk. The hair on his legs pleasantly tingled against my skin. Coach started shaking my and his thighs with his hands. ''Look at those! Both legs so big and strong! All that hard work!'' ''Haha! Okay, you’re right! My legs are pretty big.'' ''Just as I was saying. Now I’m a little intimidated 'cause they are almost the same size as mine.'' I wanted to say like father like son, but thank god I didn’t! I was confused again. Why would I say that? He was not my dad. But maybe I wanted him to be. Yeah, I wanted something like that. Coach stopped shaking our legs but continued to knead my muscles. it felt really nice. My right foot touched Coach's foot, and I could swear he was curling it against mine. He let go of me and got up from the coach. He bent down to pick up his sweatpants, and I watched the fabric on his ass stretch to the max as he bent down. He turned toward me, and his bulge was inches from my face. I looked up at him. He looked like a statue from this point of view. ''I had so much fun today, but I’m pretty tired. What about you.'' ''Yeah, me too, Coach. I had a long day.'' ''Come on, I will bring you up to your room.'' ''Oh no, it’s fine! I can sleep here.'' ''Don’t kid yourself! Up Up!'' He motioned for me to stand. I practically jumped up from the coach. The guest room I was going to sleep in had a beautiful bed I immediately wanted to jump into but had to get cleaned first. ''You have your small bathroom behind that door. Sleep as long as you like.'' ''Thank you, Coach! Really! I don’t know what to say.'' ''It’s fine! It’s no big deal! And thank YOU for making me feel like a kid again. I had so much fun today.'' ''Yeah, me too!'' ''Sleep well!'' ''You too, Coach!'' The door to my temporary room closed. The silence hit me as I felt myself getting back to normal again. What was that? That man! He made me feel like a different person. When I was around him, I felt so young. Oh my god, what was wrong with me? I’ve never been like this. I threw my clothes to the floor and went to wash myself off. I calmed down once I was in bed, but then reality started knocking at my door again, and I started to think about Mike. I could feel the black hole inside me again. I felt so lonely and angry. My bed was huge and had a bunch of pillows on it. I took the biggest one and started to hug it. I’m not gonna cry! I’m a man! Don’t be a pussy! That didn’t help. Now I was even angrier. Fuck this! Fuck me, and fuck Mike! I pulled out my phone and searched for some bullshit cheerleader porn. I needed the distraction. Once I came, fatigue set over me, and I finally managed to close my eyes. That night was horrible. Once I finally fell asleep, my mind started to torment me with the nightmare I had. We were playing a match, and we lost because Mike began arguing with me during the game. The whole field started booing at us, and we both stood naked! People were calling me a failure, and guys were pushing me around and calling me a faggot. The commotion got so bad that I lost sight of Mike completely. Coach, who was the only person who didn't attack me, rescued me. He carried me off the field as I curled up in his arms, still naked. He took me to his truck and told me he would drive me home wherever that was. I was so relieved at that moment. Seconds later, Coach said I disappointed him today, and I curled up in his car seat. The road was endless, but we finally stopped at an empty street. I watched as Coach drove away in his car, leaving me alone. I spent the rest of my dream running down the road, trying to find someone or a place to stay. There was no one. There was no place I would call home: just a barren road ahead and cold asphalt. My whole body shook as I awoke from that terrible nightmare. The morning sun hit my face. I started rubbing my face as if that would make the fatigue disappear. I stretched my body but couldn’t get up from bed yet. It felt too damn cozy. It was getting hot under the covers, and my morning boner came to my attention. I lowered the blanket and greeted my hard dick. I played with it a little and let it smack against my abs several times. I started feeling hornier, so I got to jacking off. My mind was blank as I wasn’t able to think much yet. It was too early. My feet started rubbing against each other and the bed as my body got hotter. I closed my eyes, but they quickly shot open when the sound of the guest room door opening echoed through the room. ''Hey, BudWOAH!'' My whole body froze, dick still in hand, as Coach Tom’s figure appeared before me. His face expressed shock, and his mouth was agape. I wasn’t able to say anything. ''I…I’m so sorry I shouldn’t barge in like that!'' Coach turned around. Oh my god! I jumped out of bed, almost stumbling to the floor. ''Fuck! No, I’m sorry! Sorry! This is so embarrassing, Coach. Please, kill me. I didn’t mean to.'' He immediately turned around again. I was still naked and tried to cover my hard-on with my hands. It didn’t work. ''Heyyy! It’s okay! Totally fine. Nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m a man; I get it. You can get right back to it, but I just wanted to wake you up cause it’s 2 pm. Aaaand imma head out already. Yes, leave you to it!” Coach started backing away to the door stumbling over his feet but catching himself. ''Just come downstairs when you’re ready. I’ve left you some breakfast on the counter.'' The door closed, and I fell to my knees. When will this torment end? A person can only take so much. Thankfully Coach was an expert at acting as if nothing happened, and I played along. The food left for me wasn’t delicious, but Coach said it was the best bodybuilder breakfast. ''Got any plans for today?'' ''Yeah! I'm just gonna head out. I have to get back.'' ''That’s fine. Remember, you are welcome back here whenever.'' ''Thanks, Coach! I’m so grateful for this; I needed it.'' ''I’m so happy I could help out my big boy!'' He smiled and patted my shoulder. The way he said big boy. It gave me a weird feeling. My knees felt weak. Honestly, I wanted to stay here all week but I had to get back. I know I did not do anything wrong but just barging into someone’s home like that, I still felt like I did something impolite. I was so nervous before returning to our place, but when I got there, Mike wasn’t there. I thought he went to the gym, but then I noticed half our stuff was gone. To be exact, it was only Mike’s stuff. Then I saw the paper on the kitchen table. Sorry for not saying anything. I moved in with Jessica. You know, into that apartment her parents just bought for her. Please don’t let anybody move in! I might come back anytime. See you at Uni What the fuck! I was so over everything that I barely reacted to this new information. I spent the rest of the day playing video games while my phone was on mute. I wanted to disappear for a while. Waking up on Monday was especially hard. Not only was I drained, but the anxiety of seeing Mike killed me. I imagined all kinds of interactions that could go wrong. We could act as if nothing had happened. Like everything was fine. That didn’t happen, though. What happened was way worse than I imagined. Mike completely ignored me. He treated me like any other dude at Uni. Like he didn’t know me. I barely got him to say goodbye to me. That broke me. The day dragged on like hell, but I finally returned to our place. Or just my place now. I stood there in the kitchen doing nothing. I wanted to cook something, but I was too tired. I had had enough. Sadness and anger enveloped me entirely as I crumbled onto the kitchen floor. Tears ran down my face, and I couldn’t control the sobs. The pain was just too much. I broke down. Two weeks passed, and I managed to get a grip on myself. I had to distract myself and had girls over almost every night. Our year was going on a trip in one day. I almost called in sick because they assigned Mike and me to our own room, but then I thought fuck it. Besides, I’m not a pushover. The trip was hella ass. The dorm rooms we had were tiny. Two small beds and one shelf, that’s it. We were supposed to do a bullshit project that no one cared about. It was supposed to go on for a week, and we spent the days on the group project. At least everyone got drunk in the evenings and had some fun. Mike was still ignoring me, and I started to do the same. Was it childish? Sure, but what else should I do? Tomorrow was supposed to be the last day. I was getting ready to sleep. Both my and Mike's legs were dangling off of the little beds. If we weren’t in the situation we are in right now, we’d probably connect the two beds to make it harder for us to fall off them. I got into bed. I debated taking my socks off but decided to leave them on since I liked wearing them to bed. Mike wanted to turn off the lights, but I told him not to. I wanted to finish a comic I was reading. ''K! Goodnight.'' ''Goodnight, Mike.'' Fuck why were we like this? Things could’ve just been normal between us. Mike got onto his bed, and it started screeching. He closed his eyes. I wanted to start reading, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how dumb this whole situation was. I looked at Mike, dozing off to sleep in only his underwear. His face seemed so unbothered. I wanted to go over there and shake him until he became the Mike I knew again. Fuck you, Mike! Do you want to act like I don’t exist? I can do the same for you! I’ll show you unbothered. I slid off my underwear and pulled out my dick. Let’s pretend like Mike is not even here! I started to jack off and play with my nipples. It felt good. I beat my meat furiously, hoping Mike would open his eyes and notice. So he did! ''What the fuck, dude! What are you doing? I’m right here?!'' I continued to jack off. ''Oh, so now you finally acknowledge that I’m here? Guess it just took me pulling my dick out! Is that what I have to do to get your attention?'' ''What?! Stop being annoying!'' ''Oh no! You’re the annoying one not saying anything and MOVING OUT WITHOUT A WARNING!'' I was going so hard on my dick now that it almost hurt. ''Oh, come on! As if that was such a big deal.'' ''Of course, it was! Ohhh! Fuck!'' ''God damn! Could you stop jerking off? What the fuck is wrong with you?!'' ''Oh no. I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want.'' ''I said stop jerking off in front of me, you perv!'' ''Make me!'' Suddenly Mike jumped up and threw his massive body onto mine. I grabbed him by his wrists, and we started tussling. He tried to position himself on top of me. After some back and forth, Mike's legs ended up on both sides of my hips. We were of equal strength, and this fight was going nowhere. ''You bastard! AGH! How dare you pull out your dick on me like that!'' ''Oh Fuck you, Mike! GAH! I don’t care!'' That’s when I realized the pleasant sensation around my dick. Mike positioned himself in a way that made him buck against my dick. I felt my cock head move over his underwear to the start of his smooth back. My expression changed, and so did Mike's. Our fighting got weaker, but we still wrestled a bit. I felt my cheeks turn red. I wasn’t letting go of Mike's wrists. He looked at me with a blank stare. I swear I could feel him thrust his hips on my dick, so I returned the movement. The sensation of my dick rubbing against his ass gave me goosebumps. That’s when Mike completely sat down on my stomach and stopped moving. So did I. We stared at each other. The sound of our heavy breathing filled the room. I was waiting for him to say something, but he just thrusted his hips instead. At that moment, all my anger and frustration let loose. I grabbed his underwear and ripped it open, exposing his asshole. My dick landed between his checks, and I started sandwich fucking Mike. He was bopping up and down, reaching back with one hand to feel my hard dick against his ass. It felt amazing. Pure instinct took control of me. I spat in my hand, smearing spit all over my dick and then Mike's hole. In the meantime, Mike's big hand worked my spit-covered dick and positioned the tip against his hole. After smearing his hole, I put my fingers inside Mike's wet mouth. He started sucking obediently. His moans drove me crazy. As he looked at me with puppy eyes, I watched him suck on my fingers. He was telling me to fuck him, so I slid my dick inside him. My fingers flopped out of his mouth. ''GOOAAAHH!'' I was inside him with one strong push, and he took my dick. Wow, he took it well. ''GUH!'' I started thrusting my hips and burying my dick deep inside. It felt like heaven. ''No! This is wrong! We need to stop!'' Thomp! Thomp! Thomp! ''I can’t stop Mike!'' Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! ''But bro! This is gay! We are not gay!'' The bed squeaked with every thrust of my dick. ''Your so big, Bro!... Oh fuck it! Just continue fucking me!'' My bed sounded like it was about to break, but that was the last thing I cared about now. All I cared about was filling Mike and watching him bop up and down my dick like a pro! Mike looked at me. Mouth open wide and eyes filled with shock. I went crazy and started jackhammering his hole. He grabbed me around the neck to steady himself. ''AAAHHHHHHHH!'' ''Yeah, take it!'' ''AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!'' ''Good boy!'' This was way too intense. I was about to cum! I had to pull out and take a breather. Mike farted as my dick slit out his hole. I didn’t give a fuck. It was hot. ''Why’d you stop?'' ''You…You were going to make me cum! Hold on a sec.'' And that’s when it happened. Mike leaned over and put his sloppy mouth against mine. We kissed. Finally! Everything was right! He pulled his face away from mine after a while. ''I want you to fuck me! I want that big dick!'' ''Oh I bet you do!'' He smiled and got off of me. He got on his bed with his back and spread his legs for me. I watched as his already used hole started twitching at me. ''Stuff me, bro!'' ''That’s so fucking hot!'' I got over to him. I kissed him again as I let my dick slip right where it belonged. Mike moaned inside my mouth. God, was I happy. Mike's ass made a wet sound when my dick entered him, but it turned me on even more. I could feel his muscles relax and contract with my dick going in and out. It felt like he wanted to grip my dick with his ass. No pussy felt this tight and warm! ''You are making me feel so good, Mike!'' He just looked at me with big puppy eyes and smiled. I started thrusting deeper and harder now. I grabbed his whole body so we wouldn’t fall off the bed. Whoever slept next to our room must’ve heard us, but I did not care. ''Oh Fuck, Bro! Fuck Yeah! Dick me down!'' We both were sweating all over by now. This was a great workout. I grabbed Mike's massive pecs as I continued to pump. ''Yeah, you like them, big boy? Squeeze 'em!'' I squeezed and watched as Mike's sweaty pecs jumped every time my hips pushed into him. ''You like big bros tits? Uhhh!'' I wanted to suck on them but was too concentrated on giving Mike my dick. I moved my hands from squeezing his pecks to his arms and biceps. Mike flexed for me. My god, was he muscled! All those years of hard work. I couldn’t believe I was fucking a specimen like this! ''I’m about to cum, Mike! FUCK!'' ''Inside?!'' Mike was still flexing as I started coming inside his muscle butt. ''Fuck, dude! Here it comes!'' ''Give Big Bro that protein!'' My dick was shooting load after load. My body felt like it was about to explode, and I started screaming. I wasn’t moving anymore and let my dick unload deep inside Mike's gut. ''I can feel it! It’s so warm inside!'' The last jet of cum shot out of my dick, and I felt my body collapse. I put my forehead against Mike's. We started panting in unison. His breath felt hot against my face and neck. We smelled of cum, sweat, and spit. I looked down at Mike and realized he came too. A coating of cum covered his abs and chest. His dick was still hard and twitching. I felt my dick getting softer inside Mike's ass. His ass muscles were still squeezing my dick. I could feel the filled hole squeeze with every twitch of his dick. I looked him in the eyes and saw pure ecstasy. ''UGH! I never… Came like that! It was amazing! I could feel it in my whole body! Damn bro! What have you done to me?'' ''Hah! I don’t know, man. You were amazing, though, too. No pussy I ever fucked felt as good as yours!'' ''Dude! I don’t have a pussy!'' ''My dick sure disagrees!'' As we both laughed, Mike's hole relaxed, and my dick flopped out of him. ''Ugh!'' His ass made that weird farting sound again. ''Sorry bout that!'' ''It’s fine, dude.'' I moved away a little to check out the mess I had just made. There it was. Mike's tight pink hole! All wet and twitchy. I didn’t know, guys; buttholes moved like that. With every breath Mike took, his hole twitched a bit, and cum oozed out of it. I wanted to push my face against the opening and clean it up, but that would be disgusting, right? Instead, I got up and passed Mike a towel. He wiped himself clean. ''That was crazy, Mike!'' ''Yeah, I know, but it felt good, man! Right?'' ''Right…We should’ve used a condom.'' ''We should’ve, but I’m clean. What about you?'' ''Yeah, me too.'' ''So I guess it’s fine.'' ''We should get checked just in case.'' ''Okay, we will, but why are you so nervous suddenly?'' The sex fog in my head started to clear itself, and my old self returned. All the memories of the last days came rushing over me. All the pain, guilt, and shame! I felt so much humiliation! ''I don’t know. I’m just saying 'cause what we did was pretty disgusting.'' ''What?!'' Mike jumped up and sat on the bed, giving me a weird look. ''You said you didn’t care about that just now!?'' ''Well, I don’t know. Maybe I do care!?'' I got into my bed and put the covers over my naked body. ''But… We agreed that we weren’t gay! I don’t get it. What’s the problem?'' ''God, do you hear how stupid you sound?! We just fucked! Maybe we are fucking gay!'' Mike's expression got a little softer and sadder now. ''Well, if what we did was gay, I don’t care about it! So be it. I still enjoyed it.'' ''So you are gay, and I’m gay too!?'' ''No! Maybe? Who cares!'' ''I care! Oh fuck this, Mike, goodnight!'' He looked like he was about to punch me, but he got up instead, turned off the lights and put his underwear on. ''I gotta piss! Bye!'' He slammed the door when leaving. I was laying on my bed in pitch-black darkness. All the confusing feelings and thoughts circled in my mind. Fuck I had to piss too. I waited for Mike to come back to go to the bathroom myself. He didn’t say anything, just snarled when seeing me. When I returned from taking a piss, he was already lying in bed and seemed to be asleep. I tried doing the same. It didn’t take me too long to fall asleep, even though my head was filled with thoughts. Amazing sex makes you tired, I guess. That was the problem, though. I just had the best sex of my life, and it was with a guy! Not just any guy! It was with my best bro Mike, and I loved it. I wanted to be strong and confident all my life, but now I felt like a pussy! Because that’s what I’ve been told gay guys are... or so I thought. I had a lot to figure out.
  5. HimboEnjoyer

    Brocurious! Chapter 1

    My best friend Mike shares My whole life with me. We both grew up in the same small town, the same neighborhood, to be exact. As lame as that sounds, Mike is like a brother to me. He has been with me through every major life event and has always had my back, something my parents had not. We did not only share the same experiences at school but also at home, with our parents being too busy with work. We took care of each other. Mike never made me feel alone or helpless. After we finished high school, we both decided to study together. Thanks to the help of our football coach, we managed to land the same scholarship. We've been top players and even managed to impress other team coaches. Sometimes I feel bad about what we did cause both me and Mike got into using performance-enhancing drugs. But then I remind myself of where we are and don't mind that we cheated along the way. We stopped using when we turned 19, with the positive effects still visible on our bodies. It also helps that the girls on campus get crazy about our bodies and that we can intimidate most guys with just our physique. Since the start of the semester, I've been inside more girls than I can count. My dick has been getting solid workouts. Mike, on the other hand, quickly found himself a girlfriend. Jessica. She's chill, which is great cause I can spend time with Mike and her without getting annoyed. Not many girls have the balls that Jessica has. Mike says we turn into bullies when I'm with her cause we like to fuck around with him. We always laugh it off in the end. Some time ago, Mike started acting shy around me, so I asked him what was wrong. He told me it was about him and Jessica. More specifically, their sex life. After asking him what was wrong, he turned all red in his face, which was very unlike him. Then he asked me if there was something wrong with him with Jessica being more dominant in bed and their relationship. His words caught me off guard, but I kept my composure. I told him he shouldn't worry and that nothing was wrong with it. I did not expect him to be the guy who likes dominant women, but what did that matter? Our conversation ended quickly. After that, I couldn't help but notice how nervous he got when I tried to tease him about that topic, so I stopped. A couple of days passed, and Mike approached me after a workout session in the gym locker room. We were all alone and surrounded by musky air. At this point, the smell of manly sweat is more common to me than fresh air. When Mike approached me, he was practically shaking. Worried, I put my hand on his strong shoulder. He hasn't changed out of his spandex shirt yet. I gripped him tightly, feeling the material and his muscles. Call me weird, but I love the sensation of tight clothing against my skin. Anyways, Mike looked at me concerned, and boom! He straight-up told me that Jessica wants to play with his ass. Just like that. And the funny thing is, I didn't feel like this was unnecessary information. We have been telling each other everything our whole life. It was just weird that he was so nervous about it. He continued on about how she has brought up the idea, how she told him it would turn her on and that he had such a great ass. I smiled at him and jokingly said that I agree with Jessica. Not the first time I joked about Mike's big-ass. He has a dump truck back there! Mike backed away from me a little. Why was he like this? He got mad at me for not taking him seriously. I told him to chill and to go for it if he wanted to. A lot of straight guys do ass-play with their girlfriends. Some guys even told me about girls rimming them and how good it felt. Mike did not seem convinced by what I was saying. He told me he didn't know how to try this thing out with Jessica. Then someone walked in on our conversation. We continued to pack our bags in silence. And well... Fast forward a couple of days, and Mike was about to ask me something I thought I would never hear. "Bro, can you pause the game for a sec? I wanna talk." I paused the screen as a zombie was about to kill me anyway. "What's up buddy?'' Our couch squeaked as the leather adjusted to Mike's weight. He straightened his back and started fumbling with his hands. It is rare to see a big guy like him get so nervous. Mike took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Now I was getting nervous. ''Dude, it's... It's about that thing with Jessica again." ''Yeah, what about it?'' ''I'm gonna do it... I wanna do it! For her, you know!'' ''OKAY, MAN! That's... That's great?!'' ''No, listen, dude! I need your help." ''Oh? Okay? I mean... with what?" ''Fuck! It is so embarrassing." Mike started rubbing the back of his neck. His gaze shifted away from mine. ''Spit it out, buddy! Hey, it's just me! You know you can trust me!'' He seemed to calm down a little. ''Okay! I don't know what to do, man! With my ass, I mean. I have never used it for any play. That freaks me out a bit... So I've been playing around lately. You know? Touching my butt while jacking off, putting a finger against my hole in the shower, stuff like that... That will not prepare me though! It will be so different when Jessica does it to me. And you know, I want to be ready. Otherwise, I can't bring myself to go there with Jessica.'' ''Woah... Okay! I need some clarification here, bro. What do you want my help with then?'' ''Look! I trust you, and you are the ONLY one who could help me with this. I've been thinking about how to prepare for this kind of feeling. Please don't freak out!'' ''Duuuddeeee! Spit it out already! I won't freak out, promise! I'm no chicken." I puffed up my chest. ''So... can you like, play with my ass a little?" WHAT!? ''We could, like, play out a scenario of how it will go down with Jessica. I think that would help me a lot, man! Just... I need to see how it feels when someone else plays with my ass. Then I will know how to react to it, you know?'' Fuck! No, I did not know! I was freaking the fuck out on the inside right now and trying desperately hard to hide it. ''Mike, I... I want to help you... You know you can always count on me, but... That is kinda gay, man! Fuck!'' Mike drew his gaze back to me again. He had an earnest look to him. "No, it's not, dude! You are gay for thinking that! Why would you say that? I'm doing it for Jessica. That is the only reason. I thought you would get that." I grabbed Mike's arm as he tried to stand up from the couch. This was so fucked up. I was getting angry at Mike for some reason. I wanted to be the best bro I have always been to Mike. It felt like I was experiencing turbulences in my stomach! Then another feeling overcame me. Determination? Suddenly I felt challenged to a competition I was not going to lose! ''Hey! Hey! Dude, sorry! I didn't mean that. You are right. That is not gay. We can try it. Let's go! I can even do it right now. Pfff! Why the fuck not!'' Mike looked up at me. I was still holding his arm. "Remember when we were kids...Hah! At my dad's lake house. When you told me you were scared to jump from that cliff! You were so embarrassed to tell me that... And we promised then that we always tell each other what scares us and face it together. That was after we jumped into the lake together and you said it was the best day of your life. I'm keeping that promise!'' A big grin appeared on Mike's face. Bingo! ''Thanks, Man! Again, you are the only one I can trust with this." ''Sooo...do you want to do it now?'' ''OH! Yeah... sure. Just let me go wash up." And just like that, the door to the bathroom slammed shut, and Mike was gone. Just then, the realization of what was about to happen hit me. Was I about to play with my best friend's ass? A guy's ass!? That feeling in my stomach was getting unbearable again! I had to calm down! Mike might get uncomfortable again and think that I am gay. But I am not, so maybe this won't be so weird. Heck! Mike has a bubble butt. I will treat it like a girl's ass. NO! Maybe, I shouldn't! What if it reminds me too much of a girl's ass and makes me horny?! God! What was I saying? Suddenly the door of the bathroom opened again. Mike stepped out wearing a different set of black shorts and a grey t-shirt. We both stared at each other without saying a word. Mike got to the couch. ''Okay, bro! Let's get it done!" He exhaled deeply. ''Ehm... You wanna do it on the couch?" I asked, my voice shaky. ''Yeah, it will be comfy, I guess." Mike clapped his hands together. "Okay, so... Can you pretend to be Jessica from now on? Do what you'd think she'd do to me next!" Our couch squeaked again. Mike got on but with his back facing me. He was on his knees now. My eyes immediately darted to the enormous ass sticking out in front of me. I couldn't help it! It looked so much bigger than usual. What the fuck was happening right now? ''God damn, Mike!" I winced. "What?" he tilted his head back swiftly. ''Nothing... your butt looks so big! Cheeked up! On a Thursday afternoon like that?'' ''Stop fucking around, bro! Let's get to it, please. I'm nervous." It didn't seem so hard to pretend I was about to touch a girl's ass anymore. "So you want me to...?" "Do it, bro! The whole point is for you to take action, so I know what it feels like." The sight in front of me was weird, but I was strangely intrigued. Oh, Mikey! I put both my hands on the big globes in front of me. Mike jumped up a bit. Fuck! Mike's ass felt warm and firm in my hands. It felt good. Just like groping a girl. A thick one! I started feeling him out. The material of his stretched-out shorts caressed my fingers. I swallowed hard as I grabbed the fabric at Mike's waist. "I'm gonna pull your shorts down now, Mike." ''Yeah..." Shit! He wasn't wearing any underwear! My jaw dropped as I suddenly realized id exposed my buds bare ass. It was still a bit wet from the shower. I didn't know he was hairless like that. It looked kinda nice; I couldn't lie. ''Woah! Could have warned me you had no underwear on." "Bro, didn't you notice? You were grabbing my butt so hard!'' I didn't know what to reply to that. ''So, should I just touch it now?'' ''Ehm... duh! What are you waiting for? I will kill you if you are fucking with me again, bro! Not right now, please." Oh, Mike! I wasn't in the mood for pranks right now. Not at all! I wanted to get my hands back where they belonged. So there I went. I was feeling my buddy's bare ass, fascinated at that point. It felt like a girl's ass. I couldn't help but lean in closer as I massaged the perfect muscles in front of me. I think Mike moaned as I touched him. ''Fuck, dude! This feels funny. Haha!'' He sounded nervous. ''No homo, bro, but your ass feels kinda good! I can touch it more often if you'd like, haha!'' "Shut up, bro!" I relaxed, hearing Mike laugh. ''Just saying! I could give you some glute massages after our workouts once in a...'' Oh, fuck! I accidentally glimpsed at Mike's hole as I was massaging his cheek! It was pink, like a pussy, and hairless? ''You good, bro?" Mike turned his head to me. ''Ehm... yeah, yeah! Just sorry; I just saw your hole, bro! It was kinda weird.'' ''Well, what did you expect to see? Besides, get used to seeing it. You still didn't even touch it! I already shaved down there for Jessica, don't worry.'' He wanted me to play with his hole! I did not know that! I thought that Mike just wanted me to touch his butt, but he also meant his hole. Jessica wants to do anal play with him! Why did I forget that? The craziness of this situation hit me again. ''Oh yeah... okay, bro! So I will touch your hole now, I guess.'' I had no idea what to say. Mike took a deep breath. ''Do it! I'm ready! I'm no pussy!'' Fuck it! I spread his cheeks apart and exposed his pink hole to me. Fuck! He was all smooth down there. Mike's ass was still wet from the shower. I had to touch it now. Wanted to. It looked so inviting. But it was just curiosity! Nothing else. Mike twitched as I pressed my finger against his hole without warning. Then I started playing with his ass lips a bit, spreading them a little. They felt like very tight pussy lips. "You okay back there, bro?" Mike suddenly asked. "EHEM! Yeah, bro! You?'' ''Sure, your fingers are a bit cold, though. Are you going to put them in now?" Huh? Oh fuck! Oh fuck! My brain stopped working at this point. "Okay... I'm... I'm gonna put them in!'' ''Okay, just be gentle...and don't forget the spit." ''You... You want me to use spit?" "Of course, dumbass! I don't want to get hurt. You never fingered a girl? Put some spit on your fingers!" Mike spat in his hand, and I watched as he smeared it on his hole, touching my fingers in the process. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Then I put my fingers in my mouth and back against his pussy... no I mean ass! And Pop! Just like that, I slit my finger in. Mike's wet insides started squeezing around it. So moist. He screamed suddenly! "OUHHHH! Fuck! BRO!'' I froze. ''You could have warned me!'' "Sorry! Sorry!'' My finger was still inside his hole. ''Go slow now, please.'' I watched Mike's face grimace as I started to push in slowly. His warm insides engulfed my finger more and more. I was transfixed by my finger entering my bro's butt. ''OOOhhhhhAAAAhhhhh!'' fuck. ''Ahh Ahh AAAAAA!'' squelch. ''OH!" My finger was in now. ''I'm all in, bro! You took my whole finger!" ''Hah! I did it! I knew I could... Here we go! You like that, Jessica?" What the fuck? I looked at Mike in confusion and noticed he had shut his eyes. Does he want me to go along with this? Was this roleplay now!? ''You want to finger me, Jessica? Wanna play with my hole, babe?'' I felt my heart stop for a second as he said that, and then I realized. I was fucking hard! I was tenting! Oh no! What the fuck! It was getting harder to breathe. My fingers were still playing with the hole in front of me, but now I could feel it. The tightness in my pants. Oh my god! My bro made me hard! Was I gay? A panic arose in me, but instead of killing my boner, it amplified the feeling! What was going on? ''Move it, bro! I have to feel it!" My head was about to explode, so I started mindlessly fingering away. In and out of my bro's big butt. My finger looked so tiny between his ass cheeks. I was getting into a rhythm now, Mike's ass moving slightly with my movements. He was so tight! MY GOD! I couldn't help but think how it would feel around my dick. Why did I think about that? Oh no! I could feel my dick getting harder! I wanted to pull it out of my pants now! My finger slipped out of Mike's wet hole with a pop. He pulled his shorts back up quickly. I watched in disbelief as he got up and disappeared into the bathroom again. My finger was wet, and my dick was still twitching. I rubbed my crotch a little, the image of Mike's ass not leaving my head. Then I put my wet finger to my face and took a sniff. The smell of salvia, sweat, and sex hit me. It was so good, fuck! Who knew a man's ass smelled this good? I was about to pull my dick out of my pants when I realized what I was doing. Shit! What the hell was wrong with me?! I'm not gay! I stormed off to our kitchen and drank some cold water, hoping it would quench my thirst and horniness! Thankfully it did, and I got back to the couch once I calmed down, looking around the room for Mike. ''Bro, are you okay in there?" The bathroom door slammed open again, and I jumped up in shock. Mike got out all red in his face. ''Sorry, I... had to hide... I... I got a boner, man. It felt quite good, and just like that, you know? I just stormed off because I didn't want you to see.'' ''It's okay, bro! Not like I haven't seen your dick before! Don't worry." An awkward silence filled the room again. ''Well... That was wild, Mike! Can't believe we did that.'' ''Yeah, it was crazy... Thanks for this, bro. You helped out a lot.'' ''I got you, man!'' ''Just one more thing...'' Oh god, what now? ''Could you take a pic of me? Well, my ass, I mean. I want to send it to Jessica. She might like it. It's hard to take a pic of your butt, you know? Haha!'' I dropped my shoulders in relief that it wasn't something as crazy as we did before. ''Sure! I have my phone in my pocket. How you wanna do it?" ''Ehh. I will just get down here on the floor on all fours... Like this! Let me just pull my shorts down again.'' Mike was a big bull. Seeing him in front of me like that while I was sitting on the couch fucked with my head. I never thought id see something like this. Something told me to go over to Mike again and smack his ass, but I didn't. Somehow he looked good on the floor like this, like he belonged there. I pointed the camera at him, trying to capture his whole frame, which was not easy. ''Okay, Mike. Spread your butt cheeks with your hands. I'm sure Jessica would like to see that hole.'' ''Okay... like this?'' There it was! ''Yeah, just like that, bud!'' I couldn't help but admire the pink hole. It looked tight and wet, still covered in Mike's and my spit. The camera clicked. ''All done! I will drop the pics to your phone.'' ''Thanks again!" Mike got up and dressed. His face wasn't red anymore. ''Just make sure to delete that shit, bro!'' ''Sure! Who do you think I am? A perv?'' ''Ehmmm, yeah! You just took a pic of my butt. HAHA!'' And fingered you... Mike playfully punched me in the chest. "Stop!'' I punched back! ''No, I will delete it for real. How often should I say that you can trust me.'' ''Best bros?!'' ''BEST BROS!'' We shook hands and did the usual embrace, our little thing. I had to take a shower after whatever had just happened. Mike went out to meet Jessica. He thanked me again and told me he was prepared for her to do anal play with him. I jokingly warned him not to get pregnant. Well! That's that! I didn't know yet that things were about to get even wilder. After my shower, I sat on the toilet and took out my phone. There it was, Mike's ass pic. I sent it to his phone but stopped myself just as I was about to delete that picture. His ass looked even better in the picture than in real life. How was that possible? I zoomed in on Mike's hole and licked my lips. The memory of my finger getting in and out of his ass returned. So did the sensation in my crotch. My dick started to rise. Something inside me wanted me to see him in that position again. On all fours, with an exposed and fuckable hole. This time though. I would pull my dick out and ram it inside Mike's hole. Out of curiosity. His ass would probably feel so tight! I would start pushing into him just like my finger did. He would turn his head and look at me in shock, asking me what the fuck I was doing. I would start fucking him harder, saying... FUCK! NO! What was I thinking again? I covered my dick, deleted the picture, and ran to bed. This time my dick wasn't going down. I had to jerk off. I tried to think of the last pussies Id fucked as I beat my meat and finally came all over my sheets. Fuck Mike, what have you done to me? As I tried to close my eyes and sleep, I could only think about Mike and Jessica. Between remembering what I was doing to Mike, I was imagining what Jessica was doing to him right now. Was she fingering him as I did, are they maybe using a dildo? UGH! Why was I thinking about Mike having sex with Jessica? And then it hit me. Was what I did with Mike considered sex? Did he cheat on Jessica with me? Was he cheating on ME right now? I was going crazy. Nothing would make me stop thinking about Mike, so I went for a midnight run. I pushed myself harder than before, wanting my whole body to burn. The sensation had to be strong enough to make me stop thinking about everything. The next day everything was back to normal. Practice. Gym time. More practice. And a night out with the boys from our team. Surprisingly, I did not feel the need to talk to Mike about what happened. The only change in our relationship was that I was making even more jokes about his butt than before. I was so glad I had a bro like Mike in my life. We really could do anything together! Everything between Mike and me was just how it had always been. Besides one little thing. I caught myself checking out Mike's ass. More than once. But that wasn't important. The only thing that mattered was that we could continue living together as before. That was until Mike approached me again. "Bro, can you help me with something again? Jessica... she wants to fuck me with a strap-on." ''Woah! Are you okay with that?" Mike looked up at me with concerned eyes. ''Yeah, I am. Do you think it is weird?'' ''No, dude, a lot of guys do it with their girlfriends. It is supposed to feel good, and many chicks are into that stuff too.'' ''That’s what Jessica told me too. Man, after getting into all this butt play… I’m starting to like it. I want to go further. But… Can you just help me with this, one last time? I will never again ask you any weird favors after this.'' I patted my bed and made room for Mike to sit next to me. The bed creaked and thumped against the wall due to the impact of his weight. Mike avoided my gaze. ''It’s the same issue I had last time. After you helped me out last time, my anxiety was gone. I was confident I could please Jessica the right way, you know? It’s mostly about her. I am doing this for her.'' My stomach started tingling in anticipation. It was that weird feeling again. I pushed Mike playfully away from me. ''So what do you want me to do? You want me to, like, put a dildo up your trunk?'' Just as I asked, an image appeared in my mind. Mike was on his knees, moaning as he thrust his ass up and down a big pink dildo. I never thought I would think of my best friend as a dildo slut. Wait a minute! Inserting a toy in a guy's ass that imitates another guy's penis might be kinda gay. ''No. That is not it exactly.'' Mike's words brought me back to reality. ''I want you to… I want your…'' His face turned red, and he looked at me with pleading big eyes. ''I want you to fuck me as Jessica would. Just… I don’t think you will need a strap-on.'' Was Mike saying what I think he was saying !? He put his hands against my chest. His expression turned to shock. ''Please don’t freak out! It’s not what it sounds like! I’m not gay! It’s for Jessica! I’m doing it for Jessica!'' Mike searched my expression, waiting for an answer, but I was still collecting my thoughts. He looked worried now, almost sad. ''I’m sorry. You were the only one I could ask. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I went too far.'' His hands left my chest. Those words felt like a punch to my stomach. It was the brotherly instinct I had that wanted to reassure Mike instantly. Before I could say anything, I lost myself in his eyes. I’ve never seen something like this. When I looked into Mike's eyes, I saw myself. I saw us… As kids playing in our backyard, I saw Mike crying in my bed at night as his parents fought, I saw the joy on his face as we won our first football game, but I also saw a boy who needed me. A man so strong and big but so small, tender, and scared. I wasn’t thinking about what I was saying anymore. Mike’s eyes lured me into doing what he needed me to do for him. That was all that I wanted to do next. ''Mike… It’s fine. Don’t apologize! I can help you. I will always help you out! You’re my best bro!'' He smiled in relief, and I smiled seeing his smile. Mike swiftly looked up to the ceiling as if he was about to thank god for what I had just said. ''Thanks, Bro.'' ''Stop thanking me, Bro!'' I pushed him away again, this time harder. He got up and went to the bathroom without saying anything. My god, how many times will he disappear in there? My hands started to get sweaty as anticipation built up in my body. Why is it that we don't know what to do with our bodies when we are nervous? I started to fumble with my hands, shifted around on my bed, coughed and scratched my head. Good thing no eyes were on me because I must have looked like a complete idiot. Then I stopped moving around. All I could hear was the sound of our shower running. Mike was cleaning himself up. He was getting ready for me! So is this about to happen? What am I supposed to do? How was I supposed to prepare myself for my straight bro asking me for dick! That's right! Mike asked me to fuck him! He wants me to stick my dick up his ass! Instead of thinking about how gay that was, I started thinking about Mike and what he was probably doing under the shower. I pictured the same physique I saw in the gym showers under our shower. Water running down Mike's thick back down to his feet. The stream getting interrupted by the mountain that was his ass, disappearing between his crack and sliding against the cave that was his deep hole. The thought of me entering got me excited. Discovering an unexplored area might be scary, but excitement and curiosity overcome fear. I rubbed my growing stiffy through my pants. Then the room got completely silent. Mike must've finished showering. My whole body froze. Panicked, I pulled out my phone. I did not want Mike to come out of the bathroom to find me all horned up! It felt like hours before he opened the bathroom door, wearing just his white socks and underwear. He scratched his balls through the white fabric. I wanted to do something, say something, anything! ''Damn, Bro! You've gotten even bigger. Your pecs look huge!'' Mike smiled and started flexing for me. ''Jessica loves them. She calls them milkers. HAHA'' I laughed, but it sounded wrong. Mike cleared his through and got on the bed next to me. We both stared at each other without saying anything. I could swear I saw Mike peek at my crotch for a sec. Thank god I wasn't hard anymore. He broke the silence. ''Are we gonna do this or what?'' ''Oh yeah! Sure, sure!'' My fly basically opened on its own, and I started yanking my pants off like they were the most annoying thing in my life right now. ''Hey, there, buddy! No rush!'' I failed at trying to laugh his comment off. Why was I like this? I was, sitting in my underwear, watching my best friend pull his underwear off in front of me. Mike's dick and balls were on full display now. ''We should measure our dicks sometime again. I bet mine is still bigger.'' Mike scoffed at me. ''Well, duh! It’s not like my dick just magically grew.'' He took his dick in his palm and stroked it a bit. ''Anyways! I don’t care about my dicks length anymore. It’s fine, just as is!'' Something compelled me. I pulled my dick out of my underwear, presenting it to Mike. ''You’re just saying that to make you feel better! I know you wish it was as big as mine!'' Mike looked at my dick as I slapped it against my stomach. ''Fuck you! At least my dick doesn’t have a stupid curve like yours.'' ''Sorry! It’s too damn big to stand up straight.'' My dick had a slight curve, but it was barely noticeable. Kinda weird for Mike to point that out. Enough about my dick. ''I should probably get hard, right?'' ''Yeah, that will be necessary. Should I put on some porn?'' ''I’ll do it! I have my phone here.'' I realized my hands were shaking as I searched for porn on my phone. I decided to pick something I recently watched and dropped it onto our tv. Moans filled the room as a video of a girl getting fucked by two personal trainers showed up on the screen. ''Ehm, so…how do you want to do this?''
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    Daddy's Boy

    Danny hung up the phone, propping his feet up on his desk as he turned to address the rest of the office. “Who’s the best salesman around?!” Most of them rolled their eyes. Thankfully, Jesse the intern knew how to play the game. “You are, Danny.” Danny nodded, chuckling. “Damn right I am, Jesse! Another customer, hook line and sinker!” More eye rolls. Of course Danny had scored another investor. All he had to do was mention dear Daddy’s name and they’d flock from miles. Danny, of course, attributed none of his success to his father’s far-reaching influence or fondness for his son. He merely thought his blond good looks, ravishingly athletic body and killer business instincts had shot him up the totem pole…even if the boy couldn’t talk himself out of a paper bag. But alas, the favoritism was alive and well, and no one could do anything about it. Chuckling to himself, Danny decided his work was done. Yeah, technically he still had the rest of his three hours to do, but he’d reeled in a big enough catch that he could go home. Who was gonna rat him out, anyway? “Yo, Jesse!” The smaller brunette turned, moving back to the toned man’s desk. “Yes, Mr. Howell?” He tapped his papers. Like he had time to finish the reports. That’s what free labor was for! “I’m going home. Make sure these get filed and finished, k?” Jesse nodded tiredly, all too used to the treatment. “Sure thing, Mr. Howell. Delivered to your father, management, or accounting?” But Danny was already out the door. “Figure it out, Jesse! Later!” The intern sighed wearily, tapping the sheets. “Same old, same old.” He looked down, brow furrowing as his lip curled. “Oy…which one does puce go to again?” Danny strutted down the street, quite pleased with himself. Head held high, he barely paid anyone any attention, so lost in his own ego. He was larger than the majority of people on the street, genetic lottery paying big dividends even now. He barely had to do a few pushups every night and he swelled proud and heavy in his shirts. He was damn proud of his height and stature, mistakenly believing his own perfection was the result of hard work or right choices. Such as it was, he relished in every lingering glance to his pecs and held his head a little higher every time another potential alpha walked by. So when the tall but relatively lanky boy passed close to him, nose in his phone, Danny couldn’t resist nudging him with his shoulder. Show the matchstick who the real size was around here. The boy looked up sharply, eyes flashing for the briefest of moments, even if it escaped Danny’s attention entirely. “My goodness, do excuse me, sir! Entirely my fault!” Danny smirked. That was more like it. “Let’s watch where we’re going, sport! Make way for the real man.” The flash returned as the boy let an involuntary smirk cross his impish features, fading to a dull, imperceptible glow in his irises. He clapped a hand to his chest, other hand tipping his bowler hat almost teasingly as he bowed forward slightly. “Of course, sir! Wouldn’t want to slow the, uh…path of the real man. Keep up that raw dominant alpha monstrosity!” Danny came back to reality with that. Might have been the change of tone, perhaps it was the use of a four-syllable word, or maybe it was the obvious teasing in that last comment. But as he opened his mouth and swelled his chest to give the scarecrow a piece of his mind, the boy had vanished. Danny swung his head left and right, but the boy had disappeared into the crowd. The light started blinking and Danny hurried to get to the other side of the street, but his brow furrowed. Little twerp. He was lucky Danny was in such a good mood! Shutting the door to his posh, quite extravagant house, Danny walked into the kitchen to fix himself a glass of something. Normally he’d fix himself some bourbon on the rocks, but he was feeling flushed for some reason, and figured he’d just grab some water. Plenty of time for liquor celebration later, when Dad called to congratulate him on his latest investor. Sitting down and releasing the pressure on his tie, Danny wiped his brow with his glass before taking a swig. Why was he so hot all of a sudden? He rubbed his pec idly, like all good hetero boys seem to do. To his complete surprise, he felt the chest muscle suddenly bloat outward in his hand. Whipping his head downward, Danny let his mouth fall open as he watched his pecs begin to pulse larger, fatter, heavier as he stared at them. Gasping in a joyous shock, he sprang to his feet, the motion making his enlarged pec muscles bounce gently. Grinning dumbly, he bounced again and again, watching each motion send a stronger pulse as his pecs continued to heave. Moaning happily, he flexed an arm teasingly, jaw dropping again as he watched his biceps swell gently. The arm bulge continued to bunch and round, heavy ball of muscle quickly forming from the toned flesh, stretching his dress shirt. Danny let out a chortle of delight, looking down at his now basketball-sized chest muscles. Everything was feeling tight, legs and ass pushing outward in his pants. Grunting in delight, Danny unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it back to watch his abs carve inward, bricks of muscle forming in his stomach. Frowning gently, he furrowed his brow as he rubbed hand over the rapidly growing hair forming on his abs. He’d always prided himself on his smoothness…still, if a treasure trail was the price he had to pay for these muscles, he’d totally pay it. Tracing its path up his stomach to his chest, he watched hair gently prickle across his pecs, nothing forest-y but certainly a fair dusting of stubbly hair! Feeling his ass really start to dig into the fabric of his pants, he decided to shuck his clothes to let his growing muscles breathe. Glancing down, peering over his ballooning pecs, he grinned as he watched his every muscle tone and firm before swelling to generous proportion. He shrugged as he watched the hair thicken on his legs and rear, fuzzy and dense as his pubes bushed outward as well. Worth it…he’d just get it waxed later anyway. His arms began to itch and he lifted them as he felt an odd tweaking under them. His armpit hair thickened and condensed, growing longer and longer. Biting his lip, he let his arms down, hoping to stifle the growth, but the straw colored pit hair just exploded around his torso, thick and bushy. It was gross to Danny, but…oddly, he didn’t mind too much. He couldn’t really remember why he thought it was so gross…in fact, he couldn’t remember much of anything! He just liked his muscles. Grinning dumbly, Danny popped his now-gargantuan pecs hungrily, licking his lips as he eyed his bulging, hairy body. Grunting gently as a tugging caught his attention, he tried to crane his neck to stare over his bulbous chest, but to no avail. But a quick fondling revealed a rapidly growing, thickening cock. Moaning in a bout of involuntary lust, Danny panted hotly, feeling his cock shove higher and fatter in his hand…now his hands, too big to be contained by one mitt. Tongue hanging as he felt his cock sandwich and swell into his ab groove, Danny panted and grunted in animalistic fashion, brain fogging with lust. As he tried to manage his view, he felt his cock spew slimy pre all over the copious underboob he was now sporting. Gasping in pleasure, he finally glimpsed his oozing cock, the head bobbing hypnotically beyond his pecs, drooling pre like a hose. As he eyed his throbbing dick, though, a new swelling caught his attention. His nipples were stiffening…and stiffening…and stiffening! God, they just got harder and harder, to the point where they were just growing! His nips pulsed wider and longer, hardening like diamond, finally settling at almost a half foot long! Gasping in dumb pleasure, Danny gave one a tentative tweak, actually collapsing to his knees with the sensation and ecstasy that blasted through him. He couldn’t help but tweak again, an odd and beautiful pressure building with every gentle twitch of his fingers. As it reached a fever pitch, he glanced down, expecting his cock to spew its load. But instead, a fine stream of milk pushed out of his erect nipple instead! Danny yelled in not-so-subtle delight, milking himself like a cow as he grasped his other nipple, blinding pleasure coursing through him as his pecs leaked cream. He bent forward, a sudden urge compelling him to hump the ground like a dog, nipples slamming into the floor as his cock pushed between his abs. He could feel something deep inside him…his transformation wasn’t over yet! As he continued to hump with more and more frenzy, he glanced back to find his muscular bubble butt pushing even further, widening oddly. Finally, he gasped as he watched his asshole pulse and throb lewdly out of his rear, puckering and swelling like a ring as a fat donut pushed its way out of his ass. Panting in pleasure, Danny kept up his vulgar performance, feeling his anus swell and plump even as he made a total mess on the floor, pre and milk making a sticky puddle around his torso. His climax was cut short by a violent and jarring vibration from his tortured pants. Fishing in the remains of his pocket, he pulled out his phone, looking at the flashing reminder: “Important! Give Jesse the Ava files!! Or Dad will get mad! Due in one hour!” Completely unaware of anything in that sentence but subconsciously knowing what to do, Danny gasped in a panic, trying to salvage his burst clothes. Realizing the lost cause, he went into his bedroom, tugging on his loosest clothes. His odd proportions proved disastrous, pecs and ass straining against the fabric while his cock arched right out of his waistline, unrelenting in its erectness as it pressed visibly against his shirt. Of course, all three were his most sensitive parts as of now. Shivering wildly in bliss, Danny watched his nipples shove and swell against the fabric, asshole slurping hungrily as it slimed up his underwear. Trembling, Danny reached into his shirt, actually managing to shove his cock right up into his cleavage. Instantly his cock began to ooze a river of pre, but it was stable and unnoticeable…for now. Biting his lip, Danny stumbled his way back to work, trying to avoid any unnecessary rubbing. He got a ton of stares…and a few nose wrinkles. Eventually Danny realized that he absolutely reeked! It was his pits, for sure! Those ridiculously hairy, potent bushy forests under his arms! Grimacing, but knowing he could do nothing at the moment, Danny forged bravely ahead. Arriving at the office for the second time that day, Danny tried to find Jesse, hoping to avoid anyone else. He knew who Jesse was, but he didn’t really remember much else about him, or his relationship to him. Just that he had to give him the Ava files! After dodging and ducking through cubicles like some video game level, Danny finally spotted the brunette, hands full of papers. Hissing under his breath, Danny caught his attention. “Jesse!” The intern whirled, spotting Danny in the cubicle. “Mr. Howell?” He lightly stepped into the cubicle, shutting the door (yes, these cubicles had doors. Fancy!) behind him. He turned back, eyes widening as his jaw dropped. “M-Mr. Howell?! What on earth happened?!” Danny tilted his head. “Huh? What do you mean?” Jesse gestured, mouth agape. “L-look at you, sir! Are you having an allergic reaction?” Danny opened his mouth to respond, but something didn’t sit right. Sir? Why was Jesse calling him that? A sudden pulsing of Danny’s cock sent a shudder through him, pitching him forward. Jesse’s hands went to instinctively help the larger male…and landed square on his burgeoning pecs. The impact sent milk streaming from Danny’s swollen nipples, and shot his cock right out of its safety within Danny’s man boobs. Jesse jerked back in horror, Danny moaning like a bitch in heat as he eyed the lovely younger man. “Y-you’re the sir…please…so horny…need release.” Jesse raised an eyebrow, glancing at the door. But in all honesty, he was a somewhat lonely 20-something gay man, and the prime specimen of man meat that had bullied him into service for months was now begging him to make him his bitch. It was too good to pass up. Jesse started to fondle and mold Danny’s chest, grinning as he watched the dumber man gasp and buck, milk streaming from his perky nipples. Pushing his luck, Jesse leaned in, hissing in the bulky man’s ear. “Who’s the big man around here?” Jesse squeezed hard to emphasize his point, and that was the end of the old Danny. His cock shoved right through a gap in his button-down, spewing his long pent-up load all over the cubicle as he moaned out. “You, sir! I’m your bitch boy, please!!” Jesse grinned, rubbing the bigger man’s chest cannons hungrily. “And you’re only mine, got it?” Danny nodded hard. “Yes, sir, of course! I promise to be your bitch, only yours!” Jesse giggled to himself, unused to any displays of dominance. This could be fun! Of course, Mr. Howell Senior would probably be none too pleased at this new development… but who was he to reprimand his precious little boy? Jesse tucked Danny’s cock back into his pec crevasse, tweaking his nipples to elicit a moan from Danny. “Come on…we gotta get those files sorted out. We’re almost late!” He beckoned, Danny following meekly behind. Opening the door, he almost plowed into a passing man. Blushing, Jesse raised his hands as he continued on his way. “Sorry, sorry!” The man tilted his bowler hat, eyes glinting as he grinned toothily at the massive rear departing from his vision, fat pucker sliming up the backside. “Not a worry, sirs! Do please enjoy this lovely day.” He chuckled to himself, whistling a merry tune as he sauntered out of the office.
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    Yoga Mates

    Jason woke up, blinking tiredly as he stepped into the dorm bathroom. Sighing in exhaustion as he brusquely felt his short, black hair, he examined his plain, basically featureless face, complete with dull dark brown eyes, wondering what new acne had popped up this time. Grunting in annoyance, the college junior all but stumbled into the shower, turning on the water as he slowly woke up. Running his hands over his bony, skinny body and nonexistent rear, Jason mentally prepared himself for yet another dreary day. Donning his usual sweatpants and heavy jacket, he grabbed his bag and headed into the lobby. But when he saw the ad on the bulletin board, his interest piqued. “Your regular old flamboyant yoga class. Bring your tight pants!,” it said. Jason had been a huge yoga fanatic a while ago, and that certainly did sound promising to meet guys! Eh, what was the harm? It would certainly alleviate his boredom. And so Jason walked into the new fitness club, yoga mat under his arm. He just planned to try a class or two. It was free, after all, and no sensible college boy paid for anything he didn’t have to. And the ad sounded promising to meet new boys; there were plenty of gays at Jason’s college, but they were all a little too flashy. Jason liked it when gays could just be subtle like himself…not wear tight-ass clothes or god forbid crop tops and stuff. It just got to be humiliating for the rest of them at some point! So when his eyes took in the barrage of booty shorts and excessive bare skin poking out everywhere, he almost groaned aloud. Nope, no thank you, gotta go. He had almost turned around when a very loud, very high pitched voice cut through him like a knife. “Hi there~!” He bit his lip and turned slowly. Sauntering toward him was a very effeminate, limp-wristed boy not much older than he was. The initial reaction was slight revulsion, but on second glance, Jason found his mouth going dry. The guy was absolutely breathtaking. Long strawberry blond hair, the most startlingly blue eyes, aquiline nose, and cheekbones he could cut himself on. Then again, all the guys in this club seemed to be amazingly attractive. And all of them were in seriously peak condition. With the abundance of crop tops and short shorts, Jason could easily see the pronounced abs, firm muscles, and delightfully thick lower bodies. His disgust for the place rapidly turned to a profound lust. The gorgeous boy in front smiled a breathtaking grin and held out his perfectly manicured, flimsy hand. “I’m Danny! Are you Jason?” Jason nodded quietly, trying to get some moisture back into his mouth again. “Good of you to join! Come on…we’ve got a spot in the back.” There were only about a dozen stunning boys in the class, none older than Jason by the looks of it. They all smiled politely, a few waving. Jason suddenly felt very overdressed in his jacket and sweatpants. As if reading his mind, Danny smiled. “You’re fine. Everyone starts the same.” Jason barely registered the comment, instead trying not to stare at the ballooned bubble butt in front of him. Blinking hard, he smiled nervously at Danny, trying not to gawk at the college boy’s beautiful face. “You’ll fit right in, Jason baby!” Jason blinked at the pet name, but dismissed as friendly gay welcoming. Danny turned, his wrists dangling limply as he sauntered back to the front. “Ready, people? Starting with downward dog! Jason, you’ll pick up quick. Don’t worry.” Danny fiddled with his iPhone, and before long a soothing, meditative melody came over the speaker. Jason found his apprehension and tentativeness slipping away as the stretches came easier and easier to him. He’d practiced yoga before, and this was just like back in the day. The time absolutely flew by, with Jason’s stress melting away, his eyes not so much staring at the perfect boys in the room as just taking them all in. By class’s end, Jason felt transformed. He massaged his light shoulder as he picked up his stuff. The rest of the boys all left, but a few waved him goodbye. Danny approached him as he was leaving. “You have fun?” “I did! Definitely coming back tomorrow.” Danny clapped his hands happily, and Jason noticed with some dismay that he had adorned them with nearly a dozen jingly, flashy hoop bracelets. “Oh good! Glad you liked it! Here.” He handed Jason a bottle and towel, along with a scented soap. “Compliments of the group! Come back soon~” Jason smiled disarmingly and headed out, pleasantly light headed. Upon arriving back on campus, he found himself wonderfully productive and clear-minded, thanks to the routine. It was very effective, even if the people were a bit flamboyant. Still, he wasn’t going to be seen or anything. As he lay down to sleep, he smiled for the hundredth time that day, yoga music still playing in his head. It had been a good day, after all! - - - - - - - - - - Jason woke up the next morning, a little more chipper than the previous morning. Smiling to himself slightly as he brushed his chestnut hair off his forehead, he tilted his head, watching his hazel eyes catch the light slightly, freckles adding a decently cute effect today. He stepped into the shower, hands lingering over his toned, but firm muscles and slight butt. Fully awake, he hesitated only briefly before grabbing his sports jacket and designer jeans. Had to make a good impression on the alarmingly handsome boys at the yoga place today! Maybe he’d hit it off with one of them. Heck, Danny had seemed nice enough, as flashy as he was. The day just about crawled as Jason eagerly awaited his yoga club. But it did arrive, and he had to force himself not to sprint into the room. Danny was there, as limp-wristed and effeminate as ever. Oh well. He made it work with those stunning features of his. Danny waved happily and the rest smiled at him. Flushing slightly, Jason took his spot. Just like before, a sort of mystic trance came over Jason, the time seeming to fly by. Before he realized it, the music stopped and the time was up. Danny approached him again afterward, smiling happily. “I’m so~ glad you made it again! Thinking about sticking with it?” “I am! This is so relaxing…I could do it all week.” Danny smiled dazzlingly. “Here’s hoping you do! Catch you tomorrow?” Jason nodded happily. “Count on it!” Jason was already so relaxed by the time he got home he almost fell asleep. But sadly, he had work to do. So he forced himself to plug through the work, his mind calm and tranquil despite the rage-inducing work that was his Calc class. His mind kept drifting to the boys…their enormous muscles and beautiful features. God, it was like he was in a Greek mythology story. The question was, would he eventually be welcomed by the demigods or eaten by them? Chuckling to himself, he distracted himself for a few more minutes before forcing himself to finish his work. His mind in a daze, Jason glanced at his roommate’s empty bed, wondering just how long the idiot was going to keep partying. If he wasn’t coming back drunk, he was coming back high. Ah well. Jason climbed into his own bed, smiling to himself as he drifted off. - - - - - - - - - - Jason woke up, stretching happily as he made his way into the bathroom. Running his hands through his long, silky, dirty blond hair, he grinned at himself, admiring his plush lips, gorgeously freckled face, arched cheekbones and strong jaw. He was a cutey! Winking one dark green eye at himself, he sauntered into the shower, pausing every so often to rub his pumped, swollen muscles and bloated bubble booty, biting his fat lower lip as he slipped a finger into his dense cheeks. Humming happily to himself, he slipped open his drawers, taking a few minutes to lay out his clothes and select a matching outfit. He had to look good, after all. Finally he settled on a very flattering athletic top and skinny jeans. Admiring himself in the mirror, he ran his hands over his bulging outfit, fingers molding his heavy pecs and thick lower body. Smiling yet again, he pulled on his tight gloves and scarf and just about skipped out the door. His foot tapped impatiently in his stylish boots all day. God, classes were so boring! He just needed to see those beautiful, wonderfully lively boys at the club again! As he raised his hand to answer another question, mind barely in his class, he noticed one of the guys give him a sideways glance, probably at the effeminate lilt to his voice. Jason didn’t care. He loved his voice. Let people know what team he was playing for. Well, that and his flawless fashion set and gorgeous face, obviously. He smiled slightly at his false sense of arrogance and went back to daydreaming. God, he couldn’t wait for yoga today! So when Jason walked in and everyone’s face lit up, his spirit lightened tremendously. He waved a hand flashily, smiling eagerly. “Hi guys!” Everyone waved and greeted him, Danny coming up to warmly put a hand around his shoulder. Jason’s hand went around Danny’s waist, not at all flirtatiously, and Danny hardly seemed to mind. “How are ya today, Jason?” “Ready for some stretching~!” Danny smiled, squeezing Jason’s shoulder. “That’s the spirit! Looking good today~” Jason flushed slightly, jerking his hand downward. “Oh, you charmer~!” Danny smirked and headed to the front, with Jason’s eye tracking that nice swollen butt moving in Danny’s yoga pants. Going to his spot, Jason settled down for yet another great day. And he wasn’t disappointed. Hot, lithe bodies flexing and stretching all around him, that beautifully soothing music, the feeling of euphoria and relaxation seeping into his very bones, god it was great. He made eye contact with Danny a few times, winking each time. Danny kept rolling his eyes, even though Jason didn’t miss the blush that would creep into his cheeks. Smiling himself, he went on with his poses, feeling his daily stress slipping away like always. After class, he approached Danny, eyes taking in the bracelets he always sported. They were so cute~. “Enjoy class, Jason?” “I always do!” “Yeah…only three days, and you’re really a quick learner!” “Well…I used to do it a lot when I was younger. Helps a ton.” Danny nodded, hair falling into his eyes slightly. “I can imagine! Glad you got back into it.” Jason smiled, watching Danny pull his hair out of his eyes. God, he was really cute. “Glad I joined! Can’t wait for tomorrow.” Danny smirked, a slight glint coming into his eyes. “Fun day Friday! You’ll love it~” Jason smiled, curious and interested. “Here’s hoping! See ya tomorrow then?” Danny smiled, turning and giving Jason a good view of his bulging butt. “You got it!” Jason left, feeling bubbly, giddy, and very excited for whatever was going to happen tomorrow! - - - - - - - - - - Jason hopped out of bed, grunting happily as he stretched his arms. Daintily moseying into the bathroom, he carefully brushed his shoulder-length, platinum blond hair out of his sparklingly green eyes before heading into the shower. Under the hot water, he didn’t even try to stop himself fondling his own body, hands rubbing the enormous muscles all over his body or his monstrous derriere. He jerked off, he fingered himself deep, he even chanced pushing his shampoo bottle up his fat cheeks a few inches. It felt amazing. Pausing to examine himself in the mirror, he grinned. Put Ruby Rue’s ass on Dan Peyer’s body and have that stud breed James Charles, and you’d have Jason. He smiled dazzlingly as he ran over that scenario…yeah, seemed legit. Back in his room, it took Jason his usual twenty-five minutes to apply his makeup. Foundation to make his beautiful freckles stand out, mascara to highlight his eyes, some nice dark red lipstick to make his colossal dick-sucking lips pop, and just a slight blush. Smiling naughtily to himself, he slipped on his earrings and nose ring before he began his half-hour routine of picking clothes. He finally settled on his tight, neon crop top and matching short skirt. Nothing else would fit around his preposterous ass, anyway. Smirking to rub his firm abs, he slipped on his short heels and headed out. He knew his long, painted fingernails and deliciously high voice got stares. That, coupled with his perfect makeup, either got some very admiring or some very dirty looks. Jason didn’t give a shit. He was glamorous and fabulous and gorgeous, and he didn’t care what anyone else thought! Well, except Danny. God, he wanted that boy. So charming and gorgeous and sexy. Jason couldn’t get him out of his mind. And he figured today would be a good day to flirt it up a little. Let him know how he really felt about the stunning boy. So happily sauntering into the yoga class, Jason smiled ear to ear and waved, limp wrist flopping his hand everywhere. “Hey, girls~” Everyone just about screamed, waving and blowing kisses. Danny smiled happily, coming up to Jason. Lightly pecking him on the lips, Jason grinned. “Hey, stud. I’m ready for my deep, intense stretching~” Danny blushed, not unhappily, and looked down slightly. “Ahah, excellent! All right, guys, today is fun day Friday! You know what to do~” Jason looked around as the other boys began to move around. “Um…what’s…?” Danny smiled, looping his arm through Jason’s. Jason smiled, running his finger over Danny’s hoop bracelets. “I keep telling myself to buy some of these. I love jingling.” Danny smiled, lightly tickling Jason’s nose ring. “I can tell. Anyway, fun day Friday! Partner day!” Jason tilted his head, pushing his lips out poutily. “Hm?” Then he noticed the other boys slowly getting into more…erotic positions. Downward dog, but done so that one boy’s crotch was in the other’s face. Cobra, but one on top of the other. Jason slowly smiled as he took it in. He turned to gaze into Danny’s gorgeous blue eyes. “Care to be my partner?” Jason grinned happily and Danny led him to the mat, putting the music on. Jason hummed eagerly, letting Danny guide him onto the mat. “Any pose?” Jason motioned to the others. “Cobra looks good.” Danny smiled and motioned. “New guy gets the bottom.” Jason smirked, popping his cheeks. “You sure you don’t just want some of this?” Danny smirked. “Try me.” ‘You know it’s the biggest in the room.” “Jason, darling, it’s the biggest in the state. Now down.” Jason chuckled and lay down, grinding his already-hardening cock into the mat. He bit his bloated lower lip as he felt Danny’s crotch push into his bulbous rear. The tight yoga pants did nothing to hide the growing erection Jason felt pushing against his watermelon-sized butt, and he began to slowly hump the mat. Danny took no time at all to slowly lower himself until he too was humping the gigantic bubble that was Jason’s butt, arms slowly going around the boy’s chest to fondle his meaty pecs. Jason turned briefly, noticing all the boys were engaging in similar activities. Danny huffed hotly into Jason’s ear. “We’re gems and lambs all week. But this is when we have our fun. No way twenty stunning gay boys meet without some action~” Jason moaned happily, enjoying the hot humping. “Every guy I’ve brought in here has been turned from a twig to a total stud. But no one’s changed so perfectly as you, Jason.” Jason bit his lip. “What do you mean? I’ve always been like this.” Danny grinned, nibbling on Jason’s ear. “I know, I know. You have. But you’re perfect for me.” “Mmmph…and you’re so hot. I want you.” Danny flipped Jason over and promptly smothered his lips in a kiss. Jason returned the kiss with gusto, his enormous lips dwarfing Danny’s. Danny humped into Jason harder and harder, Jason’s rear providing a lovely cushion. Lipstick got everywhere, but Jason hardly cared. This was heaven. All at once, the music ended, and Danny got up. “W-wait…no way that was thirty minutes.” Danny glanced at the clock. “Hey. Time flies, I’m afraid. All right, guys, see you all Monday for another great week!” Jason felt his heart sink at the sudden aloofness, looking down as he went for his bag. A hand on his arm turned him as Danny kissed his firmly. “I want you, Jason. Would love to catch you around some other times.” Jason’s grinned hugely, kissing back. “I’d love that~!” Danny smiled happily, patting Jason’s enormous rear. “Stay pretty, darling, and I’ll see you around!” Jason smiled and looked back, blushing slightly. “You know it, Danny~!” He shouldered his mat, wondering just what the next day would bring!
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