Alphazent's College for Young Men

November 9, 2017

Hey guys. First story, hope you like what I've wrote so far. Theres no growth , or much else so I've left the tags empty for now but in the future the will definitely be some fun stuff. This is mainly set-up, a teaser if you will. Excuse any grammar or typos, I'm not very experienced.

Alfazent's College for Young Men

Part 1

A deep, piercing scent pervaded the air around them. Leather, sweat and masculinity fused to form an intense aroma. Connor stood transfixed, staring at their figures. To the left, two bulging pecs overlooked its kingdom of 6 firm stones, separated by yawning chasms. Thick cables of muscle framed the sides, leading down to a knife sharp set of v-lines and slim waist. A small forest of hair trailed from the belly button down to a bulging basket. Veins coursed upwards, thick rivers close to bursting their banks, flowing under his skin. From his wide shoulders hung two gargantuan arms, densely packed biceps and forearms to support meaty hands. Each individual finger extended far from the palm, and yet looked packed with muscle. Connor forced his gaze away and upwards, taking in an altogether new view. Blonde hair sprung up like liquid gold, forming a perfect crop top. A few locks fell lazily on his forehead, inviting him to drink in the eyes. Azure blue gems flecked with pure sun, a casual and carefree gaze, and yet they commanded subservience. Bold, brows. A proud straight nose, thick and manly. Moist, supple lips hiding a blinding smile, centred around long blond stubble, glowing and pulsing as it grew on a exquisitely sculpted chin and razor sharp jawline. Below, a neck almost as thick as the head held strong, its broad veins and striations and a large, heavy adam's apple. Traps sloped either side, a finishing touch to the young god.

Even as he tried to tear away his gaze from the skin, so supple and taut and bronzed - The other was upon him. His face was stuffed deep into the hairy pectoral cavity by a strong, somehow supportive hand, encompassing his whole head. Connor absentmindedly observed his sizable cock was rock hard, a steel rod pressing against his sweatpants. Earlier in the day he would have been proud of an 8 inch pole, but his 190 pounds of pure jock muscle just wasn't cutting it recently. He could feel a powerful heartbeat pumping pure testosterone through the dense pecs, and this close, the musk was overwhelming. The thick black hair caressed his face and chest, Pulling him closer to the furry pecs and abs. As he stopped resisting the urge to feel every inch of the divine body, he wondered how it had all gone wrong.

A few weeks ago

Keith woke up feeling like he did any morning. Like the sun had ceased to shine and he was a wrinkled, emaciated old man with multiple organ failure inches in the coffin. Dragging his limp body out of his bed, he skipped the morning routine and went directly to the kitchen. Who wants to remind themselves that they were 5'6, sunken eyes, skinn- damn it he was doing it again. Psychology dictated he treat himself more positively to maintain proper mental health. He would have to make time to write up a 10 page essay on why pessimistic thinking was overall a better thought pattern than unrealistic optimism and send it to the psychology department, he decided. Stumbling through his morning coffee and half a from-frozen hamburger, he left his apartment for Alfazon's.

Alfazon's was the best college in the state. At least, academically. They topped every degree consistently, and facilities were run almost entirely off of absurdly rich alumni. But it couldn't stand up to the top national colleges, and the sports scene was plagued by a slew of weedy or overweight and unfit students every year. While academically gifted, it seemed a curse the school attracted none of the usual college jocks and cocky sportsmen on scholarships. Another factor could be the absurd notion of a mens only college, putting off the pussy hungry horny jocks. And thus, the school remained in the void, unable to excel enough at its strong points and far too specialised to open new avenues. It served only as a 'nerd haven' for those who actually knew it existed.

A foot tapped impatiently against the stone tiles, his tweed pants and immaculate shoes following in restlessness. A thin face, saggy and wrinkled stared forelorning into the distance, occasionally turning to glare at a passing student. His hair, while thin and greying, was kept unnaturally well, no lock of hair out of place. As the bundle of joythat was Keith came within view, his face relaxed a little. "Late, mister Briar." The voice was sharp, biting. "I expected more, especially today." Keith simply sighed. "Yeah, yeah whatever. lets just get this over with." As they walked across campus, professor Highmore continued to speak. "Since we don't have much time, I'll explain on they way. this school has a very special tradition, in which the highest performing first year will enter the underground shrine." "Shrine? Dedicated to what? Science?" the man shurgged, his thin frame shifting under the suit. "No one knows. But as the head professor of history, it is my 'duty' to take you there. Don't question it. I just do it to get paid on time.

Under the history building, a dimly lit cavern encompassed two figures. Across the walls, jagged shapes arose like shadows in the firelight. Faded markings turned away from the eye, refusing to be read. A once grand door, twice Keith's heightstood before them, gashes and crumbling stone its battlescars. "What do I do now?" Keith asked. The professor motioned to the door. "If you can get it open, you can enter, but no ones been able to in decades." Staring at the door, he felt something pass through him. A connection, a yearning. Pressing his hand against the cold stone, he pressed gently. A twinkle of light danced across his fingers, as the rock slid back. A blast of warm wind slammed into him, and he had to shield his eyes to keep looking forward. A torch sparked to life within the door, a soft crackling that pulled him in. With timid steps, he stumbled through into the shrine.

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