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godisshook · 3 days

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Close Quarters

I groaned as I entered the therapy room, exhausted from a long day of work. I had been looking forward to going home and relaxing, but my boss had other plans for me. He'd assigned me a new client, Jeremy, a typical jock who had apparently injured himself during a wrestling match. As if that wasn't torture enough, I'd been told that he was one of the most stubborn guys on the team.

Preparing myself for what was to come, I when the door opened and in walked Jeremy. My jaw dropped as I took in his sheer size - he towered over me, his massive chest barely contained by his tight-fitting shirt. His arms looked like they could crush rocks, and his legs were tree trunks. Taking in his form, I was stunned and stole glances lower and lower.

Maintaining as professional a demeanor as I could muster, I introduced myself and described the various routes of physical therapy we could take. "But first," I said, breaking the monotony of my explanations. I continued, "I'll have to do a physical."

Things went smoothly at first. The physical went by without a hitch, and without any awkward situations happening. Wrapping up for the day, I walked down his treatment steps. "Your assigned therapy route is"...as I looked down at his chart, my eyes widened, and I screamed internally. "A massage." He smirked, thinking I was making a glib joke, but when I returned a blank stare, his expression changed to one of incredulity. "You're crazy, I'm not letting you put your hands all over me!" I was just as embarrassed, exclaiming, "It's not my fault, I don't make the plans!"

Surprisingly, he accepted the situation far sooner than expected, "I guess, if you know what you're doing." He glanced over me, and I shrank under his domineering gaze. Flustered, I replied, "I...I can get you started in a few days." "Good, I want this over as soon as possible." His cold response left me unable to read him, he was enigmatic, and it made me desperate to know him more.

Returning to the office, Jeremy had been unusually punctual to the appointment, but I didn't mind it and instructed him to strip down to his underwear. I was expecting resistance to this, but he was amenable to my request.

Jeremy began stripping down, and I resisted every urge to drink in his muscular body and did my best to make a show of looking away. As I started the session, I did everything in my power to avoid every possibility for things to get awkward. As I tended to a knot in his shoulder, I could feel his body loosen. "Things are going good." I thought to myself, as I continued working along his shoulder.

After working on Jeremy's back for a while, I moved to his arms, massaging his biceps, to which I could swear he flexed in response. "Damn, that feels good," he groaned in a low tone. His breathing became ragged, and I couldn't help but notice the growing bulge in his shorts. I hesitated, unsure how to proceed, but Jeremy solved my dilemma by sitting up abruptly. "I think we're done for today," he said, adjusting himself and gathering his things.

I nodded, trying to hide my own erection as I watched him dress. Watching him go, I was certain it would be my last time seeing him and put myself back to work to distract myself from thinking about him. To my surprise, just a week later, Jeremy would be back, requesting me by name.

The session would begin as normal, working on his back and shoulders like usual. Soon, I moved to his legs, kneading the thick muscles of his thighs. This clearly set something off in him, as the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly charged, and even I felt my arousal building.

Breaking the moment, Jeremy would jerk up, "Fuck, this is intense," he said, grabbing his shorts. "I need a break." Before I could react, Jeremy got off the table and rushed to the bathroom, leaving me alone in the room with my thoughts racing. What was happening? Was this really turning him on, or was it all in my head?

Following him was most certainly a terrible decision, but my curiosity had long since clouded my judgment.

I entered the bathroom, and was immediately met with Jeremy towering over me once more. "Why did you follow me?" he said, his mood darkening. A twinge of fear came over me as I grasped the reality of the situation. I backed up, my hand reaching for the door handle. Before I could escape, Jeremy's strong hand grabbed mine, preventing it from moving. Pulling me closer, he said, "I didn't tell you to leave."

I grabbed his taut muscles, as he began flexing, smirking with that wicked smile as he closed the distance. Jeremy's tongue probed my mouth, exploring every inch as his hands roamed my body. I couldn't believe this was happening, but I didn't care. "I hope we're not breaking any rules," he said, smiling.

Seizing the moment, he reached his hand lower, his breath hot on my shoulder. His kisses became feral, as his desire grew. Facing me to the wall, anticipation built up inside me. Sliding his cock inside me, I let out a gasp, unable to hold back the wave of heat surging through me. It was pure mania, and it felt as if he was relieving tension with each thrust. As he went deeper, I could only moan in response, now completely consumed by him.

His thrusts became more and more urgent, completely taking me over. We would both reach climax at the same time, as his body collapsed onto mine, his weight pressing hard against me. As his orgasm subsided, a peaceful expression replaced the tension that had been there earlier. I cleaned him up quickly and discreetly before redressing him and guiding him back to the main area.

"How do you feel?" I asked gently.

Jeremy took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, a small smile playing on his lips. "Better," he admitted. "It's like... all the stress and pain just melted away."

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godisshook · 24 days

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Brotherly Love

Gavin was more than the average frat bro, it was obvious to see. Since he had joined the fraternity, he had been held in high regard by his brothers, and seen as a rising star. He was a sight to behold, and he knew it.

The sophomore was a popular figure within the Sigma Delta Rho fraternity, an adonis with a killer smile and a personality to match. He had it all, or so he thought. A single person would change all of this, and rock his world forever.

Casey.

The slender pledge had captured Gavin's attention from the moment he stepped foot into the frat house. His toned physique and boyish charm were undeniable draws, but there was something more to Casey that Gavin couldn't quite put into words.

Ever since pledging Sigma Delta Rho and moving into the frat house at the start of the semester, Casey had been infatuated with Gavin. There was just something about him that drew Casey in like a moth to a flame. He did everything he could to get his attention, from staying to clean up after fraternity events, to personally running errands for Gavin.

Months would pass, as Casey started to become his own in the fraternity, gaining the trust of his brothers, but, most importantly to him, gaining the attention of Gavin.

The two exchanged glances during frat meetings and shared brief conversations in passing, making Case. The unspoken tension hung heavy between them, both aware of the appearances they had to maintain with the fraternity. They were keenly knowledgeable of the traditional nature of their frat and knew that anything more than fleeting glances would draw suspicion.

Despite this, the two would talk in secret, forming a relationship while trying to keep their romance hidden. It was torture for Casey, as his need for Gavin would consume him entirely. Their romance bloomed slowly but blossomed nevertheless, and Casey would soon get his wish, as the frat was set to have a massive party in the spring.

The night of the party, Gavin and Casey found themselves alone in Gavin's room. The faint smell of alcohol still lingered in the air as they sat on Gavin's bed, lost in each other's gaze. The two had caught each other's gaze all night, and this had been their moment, their escape from the noise. The tension between them was palpable, and neither one could deny the sparks flying between them anymore.

As Casey leaned closer to Gavin, his heart pounded wildly in his chest, Casey couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by his emotions. He wanted nothing more than to feel Gavin's lips against his own, but he knew that this moment could change everything for them both.

Taking the initiative, Gavin gently cupped Casey's face with his hands and pressed their lips together in a passionate kiss. It started slow at first, with gentle brushes of their lips against each other's, but soon became far more intense as they explored each other's mouths with eager tongues.

In a drunken haze, the two intensified the moment, with the heat of the moment silencing the booming party outside. As clothes began to line the floor, Gavin's lips slowly brushed Casey's chest, creating more sparks as his hot breath caressed his sensitive skin.

Gavin continued to kiss along the contours of Casey's body, moving downwards at a slow but fiery pace, causing the heat between the two to reach a fever pitch. Gavin's muscular body heated up under Casey's touch, adding fuel to the burning fire of their passion. Before their moment could reach its expected crescendo, a knock on the door would cause things to end abruptly, forcing the two back out into the commotion.

It was a fleeting moment, but enough to leave Casey wanting more. Days came and went as he found ways to keep his mind off of Gavin. After days of monotony and stolen glances, a simple text would be Casey's saving grace, "Come to my room tomorrow at 4, don't keep me waiting." Still in class, Casey fought a smile, but as soon as he left, he darted back to the house, a smile growing from ear to ear.

Now steps away from Gavin's room, Casey could hear the familiar sound of the showers. A wicked smile came over his face as he knew exactly what to expect.

Casey took the towel lying on the bed, chuckling at the fact that it wouldn't be staying on if things went well. Despite a tinge of fear, the air was thick in the bathroom, as anticipation mingled with need. Casey looked at the form in the shower, and asked, "Gavin, is that you?" With his familiar low voice, Gavin replied, "Of course, get in."

Casey initially shivered as he entered the shower; allowing the cold water to wash over him, as Gavin quickly consumed him with his body, warming him up instantly. Within this embrace, Casey felt the unmistakable bulge of Gavin's cock pressing against his.

Gavin took a tuft of Casey's hair in his hand and began thrusting against his head; his body betraying him as he thrust into Casey's mouth. Casey choked slightly, but he didn't let go, his hands grasping Gavin's thighs, pulling his cock deeper into his mouth.

In between thrusts, Gavin would turn up the temperature in the shower, causing steam to build up, and for heat to swell up inside both of them. The shower became even hotter as Casey got lower and lower, laying soft but burning kisses all over Gavin's muscled body. Casey's mouth surrounded Gavin's cock completely, and Gavin threw his head back as Casey began sucking.

Deliberate in his movements, Casey teasingly sucked Gavin off, as he slowly worked his way around Gavin's cock. Unable to handle the tension anymore, Gavin took control, taking a tuft of Casey's hair in his hand and thrusting it against his cock. Gavin's body betrayed him as he gave in to his desires, thrusting faster and faster. Casey choked slightly, but he didn't let go, his hands grasping Gavin's thighs, pulling his cock deeper into his mouth. Before he could cum, Gavin raised Casey back up, and told him, "We're going to the bed." Surprised, Casey looked up into his eyes, as he was suddenly lifted by Gavin into the air, and out of the shower.

The two dried off, and Casey changed into a fresh pair of underwear. Ensuring the door was locked, Gavin said, "You're not gonna need that underwear for long, just saying." Casey smartly replied, "You know people will hear us if we do anything out here?" As if anticipating his question, Gavin turned up the TV, with the jumble of voices drowning out Casey's protests. Closing the distance with a smirk, Gavin grabbed Casey by the hips, pulling him into a deep kiss. Their tongues intertwined as the two were free to give in to their inhibitions fully dry.

Gavin pushed Casey back onto his bed, their bodies sinking into the soft mattress. He kissed his way down Casey's chest, pausing to tease his nipples and elicit soft moans of pleasure.

Lower and lower he went, trailing kisses along Casey's taut stomach and tracing circles with his tongue around his belly button. He could feel the anticipation building within Casey as he neared his ultimate destination - that throbbing cock that was calling out to him.

Gavin reached over to his nightstand and fumbled around for a moment before finding what he was looking for; a bottle of lube left over from one of his previous conquests. Noticing this, Casey remarked sarcastically, "Of course I'm not your first." Gavin laughed, saying, "If it makes it any better, you’re my first guy.” Noticing Casey’s surprise, Gavin asked, "Wait, am I your first…anything?" Casey's nod made Gavin even more delicate, as he sought to make it count.

He uncapped the lube and poured a generous amount into his hand, warming it between his palms before reaching down to prepare Casey for what was about to come.

Gavin's hand slid between Casey's legs, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin as he prepared Gavin for what was to come. Casey moaned, his body trembling with anticipation as Gavin's fingers slid inside him, stretching and preparing him for his massive cock.

Casey gazed up at Gavin in awe. It was like watching an expert at work, with Gavin somehow knowing everywhere that turns him on. With there being no chance of interruption, the two were completely consumed by the other. They were two souls intertwined in a moment of pure bliss, and Casey never wanted it to end.

In between kisses, Casey would give in to his need, "Fuck me," he whimpered against Gavin's lips. "I want you inside me."

Gavin's heart skipped a beat as he met Casey's gaze. The request caught him off guard; he was shocked by Casey's boldness, but there was no denying the hunger burning within him. Gavin simply replied, "As you wish."

Not missing a beat, Gavin thrust inside Casey, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. He lost himself inside Casey, as his most primal urges began taking over. Gavin's mind raced, his desire for Casey threatening to consume him entirely. His cock twitched, aching for release, as Casey started jerking himself off, matching Gavin's strokes. The two continued to fuck, their bodies slick with sweat. Each thrust sent shivers down their spines, their moans mingling together in a symphony of passion and desire.

Gavin's cock twitched, aching for release. Soon, his body tensed, and he came, his cock throbbing as spray after spray of hot, white cum shot all over Casey. The two would release at the same time, and they collapsed onto one another; with Gavin's grip on Casey's hips tightening, bucking over him as he filled Casey with his seed.

Casey lifted himself off Gavin, as they both tried to catch their breaths. Their eyes met, the raw hunger still present but now tempered as the two found release. As Casey laid on him, Gavin felt a sense of ease, "I've always wanted to see you blush." Gavin said, his voice low and seductive. Casey didn't respond and simply nestled harder into Gavin's body.

"You okay?" Gavin asked, concern in his voice.

Casey nodded, swallowing hard. "Yeah, I... I loved every second of it, but it was... intense."

Gavin smirked, his strong hands ruffling Casey's sweat-slicked hair. "That's the whole point, isn't it?"

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godisshook · 4 months

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I’ve had a crush on my roommate since we met in the summer, and I thought he liked me too, but he said we couldn’t when I finally got up the nerve to ask him out before break. He said he had to do something first, and left for break. I was so sad, but then on new years he texted me his resolution had been to become a “real man” for me this year… any idea what I should expect now that break is done?

A Real Man

You hoped that winter break would be a nice break from the weight of your confession to your roommate, Sean, but it was all you could think about. Had you made a mistake? Did you miss the signal?

You had talked with Sean occasionally, but not as much as on New Year's. While you didn't believe in all the superstitions around it, you still silently made a wish for the new year; making Sean yours. As the new year rolled in, you celebrated alone, hoping your wish would come true.

Fortunately, the wait wouldn't be long. Just a few minutes past midnight, you get a text on your phone from an unlikely source, Sean. Soon, the two of you were in full conversation. With plans for the new year being discussed, he drops a bomb. “Just letting you know, my resolution is to be a real man for you this year," he texted.

Intrigue came over you as you continued to text back and forth with him. As the conversation died down, he sent a final message that stopped you in your tracks. "Hope to see you soon, until then, hope these can hold you over." He sent the message with two attached photos, and as you scrolled up to see them, your jaw dropped.

The photo leaves you breathless, as you lay witness to just what he meant. He was huge, practically unrecognizable. Drooling over the pictures, to rushed to reply, "I hope to see you soon!" You winced at the exclamation mark in your text, hoping you weren't coming off too thirsty, but dirty thoughts were buzzing throughout your mind.

With winter break drawing to its close, you decided to leave early for campus, packing your bags and booking your flight. While you mainly wanted the extra time to pack, being able to see Sean too wouldn't hurt at all. You scheduled an Uber before getting on your flight, not wanting to bother anyone for a ride on campus. With goodbye texts sent, you got on the plane and dozed off as you got in the air.

As your plane begins its descent, you come to. You start to check for any missed texts, when you're met with one that catches your eye.

"I'll come get you from the airport."

Sean attached two photos of him and simply replied, "I'm ready." You trembled at the certainty of his response, even through text, and braced yourself for the car ride home.

As he put your suitcases in the car, his muscles bulged through his tank top, making your heart flutter. "Thank you so much," you said as you put your duffel bag in his car. "This is the treatment you deserve," he said as he laid a kiss on your forehead. You blushed, not used to this level of chivalry. The two of you recapped your winter breaks on the ride back, with giggling and somber moments included.

He brought your luggage inside, and you were entirely confused as to the sudden change in character. With the last of your bags inside, you demanded an explanation. The two of you sat down as he began to explain. "I know it sounds crazy, but I knew I wasn't right for you back when you first asked," he said. He continued, "That was my wake-up call, and so I had to get things right so I could live up to my promise." His expression darkened as he got closer, now standing above you. "I want to show you just how ready I am if you let me." Your reply was breathy, as your voice began to tremble under his dominance. "I want you, Sean." His response came in a dark tone:

"Kneel."

Your body responded before your mind could, as you kneeled on the floor, grasping onto his massive hands. He pulled down his pants, and his cock rose up in an instant. Looking over his huge dick, you wondered how you were going to suck it. Hoping to not have that question answered, you began giving him a handjob, your hands made minuscule against his massive cock.

But it was clear that wasn't enough. Sean looked down and moved your hands off his dick. His rock-hard cock was once more in your face, and you knew what was coming next.

Opening your mouth wide, he slid his cock inside your mouth. As he filled you up, you were forced to breathe from your nose, as his cock went further and further down your throat. Sean threw his head back in pleasure and began slowly sliding his cock out, immediately leaving you wanting more. In an instant, his hand was now gripping your head, as thrust his cock in and out of your mouth.

Cum had filled every part of your throat, and your face was a mess. He had asserted himself. His softer side revealed itself as he helped clean you up, picking you up and taking you to the shower, where he finally fucked you, his cock filling you like a key in a lock. It was bliss. As hot water made the heat inside you burn even hotter, you couldn't help yourself from coming, and Sean, noticing your release, sped up his thrusts to catch up to you.

The both of you finished your shower, even messier than when you entered. You both slept in Sean's room that night, as you cuddled deep into him. Sean had shown exactly what he meant, and you were overjoyed. It was looking like a wonderful start to your semester, and you thanked your lucky stars that your wish came true.

#muscle #jock #roomates #alpha men #college guys

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godisshook · 4 months

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Office Hours

My anthropology class was set to be the most boring of the semester. I was taking some advanced 3000 level course that my advisor roped me into. The required reading made me dread things even more; with pages full of museums and old works of art.

With the dreaded first day of class beginning, I walked to my anthropology class, preparing myself to meet the most drab, uninteresting professor, and whatever unlucky TA that was forced to accompany him. Luckily for me, I was only half-right.

As we settle into our seats, with my shabbily-dressed professor fiddling through papers as he mumbles to himself, a sharply dressed young man runs into the room. "Sorry I'm late Dr. G," the mystery man says, panting. My professor addresses the room, saying in a near whisper into his mic, "This is your TA, Joseph, if you need any assistance, he can provide it." As he waves to the students, I finally catch a good look at Joseph.

He was in a button-down with a very revealing amount of buttons unfastened, and a huge coat that draped over his whole body. As his gaze met mine, I couldn't help but continue to stare, to which he smirked, and continued scanning the room. Heat flushed my cheeks as I nearly fainted in class, taking every possible moment to steal a glance at this smokeshow of a TA.

The class couldn't go by quicker, and as it finally drew to a close, I was immediately drawn to Joseph. While other students walked up to the professor, I beelined to Joseph, and could only get out a simple, "Hi, Mr. Joseph," sounding immensely nervous. He replied, "Oh hi! And Joey is just fine." My face reddened as he patted my back with his big hand, sending a shockwave of desire through me.

"I noticed you were super focused during class," he said, breaking me from my trance. "Yea, I just find anthropology so interesting."The dissonance between my thoughts and speech was at an all-time high, and I cringed at the thought of actually enjoying this course. However, my lie caused Joey to perk up, as he said, "Well if you do enjoy this class so much, I might have a way you can help out." On the verge of blacking out from regret, I replied, "I would love to!" Even as I said it, my brain was scrambling to find a way to flake on it as soon as possible. "I need some help filing some things for Professor G., would you mind helping me tonight?"

With his request brewing in my mind, a devilish thought came over me. While the thought of filing papers was the last thing I would think of doing willingly; some alone time with Joey would be perfect.

I walked over to the address he texted me, not worried about the length of the walk as I intended to enjoy the sun. In the middle of my peaceful walk, the sky began to darken, and soon, it was pouring. My walk became a run as I used my hoodie as a makeshift umbrella, finally arriving at the address drenched. I quickly knocked on the door, He peered around me for any indication that I came in a car, and then looked back at me. "You walked down here? It's at least a 20-minute walk from campus," Joey said incredulously. I nodded, head down in shame, and Joey ushered me in, covering me in towels laid near the door. He rushed over to a nearby closet and picked out a top and bottom. Handing both to me he said, "There's a bathroom you can change in upstairs."

I walked back down in a horrendously oversized sweater and a pair of sweatpants. "Looking great," he said with a laugh, and he began directing me to a pile of books to sort out. I couldn't help but notice how dressed up Joey was, hair slicked back, in an all-black tux. Getting closer, I caught a whiff of his cologne, with a scent that reminded me of a verdant forest. Constantly distracted by him, I did my best to close the distance, moving myself and my papers closer and closer to him.

Hours passed with small talk and chuckles being shared between us, and many glances stolen. With the sun now firmly set, and the rain showing no signs of stopping, Joey began wrapping up, and said, "Let me drive you back."

Noticing the rain continuing to pour down, I mimed thinking about it, to which he laughed again, and I replied, "Of course I want you to drive me back!" As I got in his car, I could only wonder where he got the money for something like it on a TA's salary but didn't give it a second thought.

While I thought we would be able to get some chit-chat in, Joey was immediately inundated with phone calls, and I silently listened to his slew of conversations.

With the gauntlet of calls finally done, Joey focused back on me. He laid a hand on my thigh, causing me to heat up as I looked over at him. "Come to my place," he said. My eyes went down to his dick, now bulging in his tight pants. Catching the hint, I replied, "It's quite late, but I do need the extra study hours." Joey laughed at my response and put in a whole new set of directions.

As we both got out of the car, I noticed Joey taking off his coat. "I saw you eyeing me in class all morning, and especially at the Professors' place, so I only assumed this is what you wanted," Joey said. Walking to his side, I now saw him fully; holding his top in his hands. With his muscular chest revealed, I couldn't hide my lust anymore. Even as my face reddened, I tried to keep my cool, replying, "What would Professor G. think about his TA getting with a student?" He closed the distance between our lips, and said, "He wouldn't need to know a thing, right?" His thumb grazed my lip as he hovered closer and closer to me, the smell of his cologne overpowering my nostrils.

I was completely entranced by Joey, and I could now simply reply, "Yes." He pulled me into a deep kiss, sucking the breath out of me as he pressed his lips into mine. In between bouts of kisses, we progressed from room to room in his house, with layers being removed and strewn about.

Soon, we were in his room; his lips only leaving mine to let us take a breath. Feeling his cock press against me, I grew ever more impatient to feel him. I laid Joey on the bed, as his eyes met mine and sent me into a spiral of pleasure. As I begin straddling him, he let out a tortured groan, his hard cock pressing against his boxers. "You are truly a sight to behold," he said as he felt up me. I chuckled and said, "My God you're an absolute nerd!"

My eyes scanned over his body, a fire lighting up in it as he playfully tensed his chest.

"I like this angle," I said, tracing a finger down his chest to his boxers. With a flourish, I slid off his boxers, revealing his massive cock. Suddenly, Joey would take me by the waist, and put me straight on his cock, sending a wave of pleasure through me in an instant. His muscular arms laid me on my back, as my legs were raised and I soon felt him rock throughout my body. Joey's rhythmic thrusts sent me to my limit, as sweat caused his once-slicked hair to become messy and ruffled. Our eyes met as we both came, with waves of pleasure washing over me as his body rested on top of mine.

After that night, I looked at the class in a new light. Soon, I was registering for every office hour session I could, and would always make sure to request the latest time possible. I loved my "tutoring" sessions with Joey; even though I didn't learn a thing in any of them. And as the cherry on top, my professor never caught on as to why I was always going to office hours; he must've thought his class actually interested me.

#teacher #alpha men #alpha muscle #muscle #college jock

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godisshook · 4 months

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Bros

Blake and Mason had been friends forever. Since childhood, the two were practically attached at the hip. They had a long weekend of partying, with the two living life to the fullest.

The two had partied late into the night, and as the crowds finally began to disperse, they decided it was time to call it a night, and drove home. On the way back, the two began talking about everything, music blaring from the car speakers. Soon, the topic of dating arose, with Mason lamenting his love life.

"I wish I could get it like you, Blake," Mason said. Blake replied, "Dude, you're just as hot as me, you could get it any time you wanted." The playful banter between the two soon evolved, as the compliments became more and more intense. Heightening the moment, Mason said, "Bro, I would rather fuck you than any girl." Stumbling over his words, Mason stuttered, "Wait...I meant-" Blake didn't say a word, as the car grew quiet, the sound of voices once again taken over by the sounds of the speakers.

Blake drove into a nearby gas station, to which Mason said, "Your tank is full, why did we come here?" His question was once again met with silence. Blake parked and didn't leave the car. The heat of the moment was palpable, and Blake seized it. Pushing his seat back, he turned to Mason and said:

"Start sucking."

He laid back on the seat, his cock bulging through, presenting Mason with a simple choice. Mason, as if possessed by passion, removed Blake's sweatpants, and rushed to take off his underwear, with Blake's cock springing straight up, and into Mason's face. Sucking him off, Mason was met with groans from Blake, a sign that what he was doing was obviously working. Mason sped up, and just before it looked like Blake would burst, he said, "Bro, wait."

Mason, looking up, asked, "What's going on?" Blake replied, "Let me fuck you, bro." The offer now left Mason speechless. "Let's do it, bro," he replied, desire filling his eyes. The two were now past the point of no return. In a flurry of motion, they ended up in the back of the car, Blake on top of Mason. Staring up, Mason simply said, "Fuck me, bro." The window began to fog up as the two began fucking, heat filling the car as the two friends crossed the line.

"God damn it, bro, you're so tight," Blake said as he continued thrusting." Fuck bro, keep going, bro." As Mason got closer and closer to climax, Blake went faster and faster. With the two reaching a fever pitch, Blake would let loose, cum filling up Mason, with Mason himself coming shortly after. Now sweaty and tired, the two had put their clothes back on, and drove home, with their bond proven in more ways than one that night.

#alpha men #jock bro #jock #muscle worship #frat bro #muscle jock

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godisshook · 4 months

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New Year, New Me

Adam needed a change. Life for him had been dull, with each day feeling monotonous. He couldn’t stand it, entirely dissatisfied with school, he had all but given up on his studies by now. If his apathy towards school wasn’t already making things bad, his dating prospects made things miserable. Despite doing everything in his power to put himself out there, he simply never had any romantic success. As he celebrated the new year with his friends, the one thing making his life worthwhile, he silently wished for some way to change things, to make his life better. With the ball dropping and the new year starting, he returned home, not knowing that his wishes would be answered in the most unexpected way.

It was a quiet day on campus, with most people returning home for the new year. Adam didn’t particularly care about going back, and so stayed in his dorm with his roommate, Blake. Returning home from the store, Adam opened the door, and was met with a guy he had never seen before. Noticing Adam’s worry, the unknown guy spoke, “Hey Adam, it’s Blake!” Adam’s eyes widened. He had changed his entire look, going from a quiet, unassuming guy, to one of the strongest guys Adam knew of. Inquiring on this sudden change, Blake bluntly replied, “It’s this app called ResetR, It’s fucking crazy man!”

Curiosity would get the best of Adam, as he ventured to the App Store to find this seemingly magical program. Upon finding the page for ResetR, he quickly downloaded it, hoping this would be the change he so desperately needed. He zoomed through terms and conditions, not caring about the various warnings, ana made it to the main page, where he was met with a set of questions.

>Would you like to start? Yes. >Please answer each question on a scale of "Strongly Disagree" to "Strongly Agree." Ensure all answers are as honest as possible.

While going through the questions, Adam became more and more bored, as he failed to see the relevance of the app asking about his eating habits, and thus, before making it to the most vital questions, he closed the app, opened twitter, and simply scrolled the night away.

That would not be his last experience with ResetR, however, as soon more and more people in his life would change; some simply becoming taller, while others seemed to have a full makeover. Knowing the source of these changes, and with his dating life still abysmal, Adam decided to give it one more go. Luckily for him, the process was about to become much easier. He noticed the app had undergone a major update; allowing you to scroll through preset profiles, rather than simply filling out a form. Not only that, but he could change aspects of his current self, instead of simply becoming a new person.

Now, the starting screen presented two choices:

>I would like to change my current self >I would like to view profiles, and perform a reset

Adam wanted to venture into what this new update had to offer, and selected the second option. A few sliders were presented, such as muscle, and level of success, and after setting each bar to his liking, Adam hit confirm, and was presented with a slew of new bodies he could inhabit. He swiped through profile after profile, with none of them particularly catching his interest. Getting sick of the process once more, he would almost give up, until one profile would stop him dead in his tracks.

Danny, 22 Profile Features: Career: Model, Height: 6’3, Weight: 205 lbs, Personality: Cocky, Domineering, Self-Centered

Adam was completely enamored with this profile. Danny had everything Adam wanted, and then some. While his personality left some to be desired, it was a sacrifice he would be willing to make. Looking over everything one final time, Adam knew that this was what he wanted. He clicked the big green “Confirm” button, and was presented with even more waivers and forms, which he breezed through again, tweaking small aspects until he had the perfect profile.

Now came the decision of how long to maintain this. He could select it for a small period of time to see how things went, like many of his friends did, or, making his reset permanent. Mulling over his choices, dam reflected on his experiences. His life was entirely uninteresting, always being a wingman, and never having any luck in dating himself. There wasn’t many things in his life he would miss if he decided to reset. He then thought about his friends. They had all changed back by now, with the novelty of the app over for them. Those who had changed aspects of themselves chose to keep it, but most didn’t want to change everything. Noticing the option to stay within the area, Adam mulled over it, thinking that he would remember Blake no matter what.

Soon, his choice was made.

Adam chose to stay in the area, and just in case, he drafted and sent one final text to Blake, his closest friend, simply saying, “Thank you for everything, hope to see you again.” With the text sent, and without a second thought, he selected a permanent reset, and clicked “Confirm” one final time.

Any regret Danny might have had about his decision would be gone in just a few weeks, as he made new friends, and had guys lining up to be with him. His promiscuous attitude was perfect, as he was dicking guys down left and right, without a care in the world. With the change setting in, his old friends became replaced with new ones, and the old Adam was no more. Danny had come across a shaggy haired guy on campus in one of his communications classes, who introduced himself as Blake. While the name sounded familiar, he simply could not remember from where. Nevertheless, he set his sights on him, and got Blake in bed, making him straddle his massive cock, and take load after load.

The two soon were fucking every day, as Blake poured his heart out to Danny, talking about an old friend of his, who he had assumed left town. Danny shrugged at this, and continued pounding Blake out, and as time passed, even he would forget about his old friend. With the month over, and changes setting in completely, any trace of Adam was now gone, and his new life had truly begun. As Danny admired himself in the mirror, he knew he was going to enjoy this new life, with his new fuck buddy, and live it to the fullest.

#ResetR #male body swap #male transformation #swapping #muscle jock #muscle hunk

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Campus Files: Tommy

Tommy was more than a jock, he was the only real man in the whole school. It was as if he absorbed all the testosterone on campus. I first met him at tutoring. I was struggling in biology, and he had already passed the class. Our appointment got cut off by me getting hard in the middle of it. His massive muscles had sent my mind racing, and I had to quickly excuse myself. I avoided him like the plague afterward, I was afraid of how he would react and was ashamed I even let that happen. I didn't know it then, but he had set his sights on me. There was one simple fact about Tommy: he always got what he wanted. I ran into him at a toga party, and I sealed my fate then and there, spilling my drink into him in the middle of the night. Silence came over the crowd, as my face became beet-red, unable to hide my shame. In an accusatory tone, Tommy said, "You know you're gonna have to pay for this, right?" I tried to scan his face for signs of joking, but couldn't make out anything. After a moment of silence; he chuckled, and my tensed body immediately relaxed. I let out a nervous laugh as he said, "Come up with me; I want you to see something." Those around me started to murmur among themselves, and I knew I had no choice but to follow along.

Leading me up to what seemed to be his room, nerves came over me. Why was I being brought up? What is he going to do to me? I could only follow him as he opened his door, revealing his room. He kept his room messy; it was clear he didn't care about keeping it well-kept, but it added an unkempt charm to his persona. Weakly, I asked, "So, why did you want me to come up?" He shuffled around his dresser for a change of clothes, and as he lifted his stained shirt over his chest, I couldn't help but look. I was practically drooling, staring at his rippling muscles. After putting on a black tank top, he turned back to me. I was caught in a trance. His muscles bulged through his shirt, putting me in a frenzy. If his muscles were that big, just imagine his cock. Fortunately, I wouldn't have to wonder for long, as he closed the distance between us, placing his huge arms in between me and the slightly ajar door, closing it with a powerful thud. Looking up at him, I tried to formulate some kind of response, but could only let out mumbles. His fingers grazed my lips, as he said in a low tone, "I still remember you from the gym, I know you've been avoiding me, I just wanna know why."

I exclaimed in response, "I literally got hard in front of you, I was so fucking embarrassed!" He took a moment to appraise my features, analyzing me with lustful eyes. I was clearly nervous, but I wasn't dumb. This was a clear advance, and if I didn't take my chance, I might never get it again. taking advantage of the moment, I said, "But I know now, if you feel the same way, then you can take me however you want." A dark look came over his face as he smiled, taking the hint.

His huge arms grabbed my waist, and I found myself weak under his touch. In a haze of deep kisses and constant neck bites, we eventually made it to the bed. I can still feel his thrusts now, his massive cock looming over me as I could only take it, my body becoming one with his. After dumping his seed in me, I could only feel one thing: euphoria. His cock had me hypnotized, and I kept going back, day after day. My grades have gone down, and I barely go home, but it's all worth it to be with his dick. I practically live with him now, his personal hole to use whenever he needs to get his rocks off. I don't know how he's done it, but he got me hook, line, and sinker.

#alpha men #muscle #campus files

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Team Player

David is my hero, the quarterback of the team, the top of his class, and the most popular guy on campus by far. I aspired to be like him, which is why I joined the team in the first place. Everything I did was to get his attention, and I was pumped for our first game of the semester, even though we were up against one of the best teams in the conference.

A blur of plays and calls followed, and in the chaos of the game, time seemed to pass by in an instant. With adrenaline flowing through me, I tried to make a field goal that would at least tie us with them. It was supposed to be my greatest moment, but I missed it. We lost. The world had greyed out from around me, as the rival team cheered their victory, and teammates patted my back for a good effort, I could only stand, motionless. Finally gathering myself, I looked around for David, hoping to explain myself to him, or at least absolve myself of shame, but I couldn't find him anywhere. Giving up, I headed to the locker room with the rest of the team.

My teammates broke into a cacophony in the locker room, "You're in trouble, newbie!" One teammate said in the far back. "I'm jealous, we didn't even lose my first year," another said. Owen, our center, whispered to me, "If you don't want to I'm down to swap!" Completely confused about what anyone was talking about, I asked Owen incredulously, "What the hell do you mean, and where's David?" I saw surprise and then amusement cross over Owen's face, as he replied under his breath, "Well, when we lose, David makes the newbie suck his cock, it's his way of blowing off steam." My eyes widened as complete and utter shock came over me, and I stammered, "Wha-" Before I could even get my question out, Owen spoke again, "Now you don't have to of course, and as I said before, I'm completely down to swap, I haven't had the chance to in ages!"

As the locker room cleared out, I was left alone with my thoughts. I looked up the address on the piece of paper; it was clearly David's place. My crush on him had started since freshman year, and if there was even a chance I could take it further, I had to take it. I contemplated my options; I go to his place and have a chance to give my crush a BJ, or swap and potentially regret it for the rest of my college life. Confronted with this; I made the obvious choice and was met by David as I got to his house. Within seconds, we were upstairs, and he pressed his lips into mine as we kissed. It was as if I was in a dream, and with my brain short-circuiting, I couldn't even question why this was his way of blowing off steam after a loss.

He pulled down his shorts, revealing his massive cock, and as my eyes widened, he let out a slight chuckle. Getting on my knees, I looked up at David for any further direction, to which he simply looked at me, and then his dick. Taking the hint, I slowly started sucking his cock, my tongue swirling around his tip as he grunted in pleasure. My heart was racing, "I really am sucking him off," I thought, as I continued. Suddenly, David took my head in his hands, pushed me into his cock, and moved my head back and forth, faster and faster. "Fuck, Fuckkk, Fuckkkk," David said in a low grunt as if he was holding back. In a moment, cum gushed from his tip, filling my throat as he pressed my head deeper.

I had thought David was done ravaging me, but he kept going, cumming all over my face. Now thoroughly done with me, he pulled his shorts back up, clearly finished. He threw a towel in my direction, which landed squarely on my face. It felt as if I was being hurried out like he was finished with me. I shouldn't feel sad right now; I just got to suck off the hottest guy I know. People would kill for the chance that I had, yet I still contemplated pushing things further. Deep within me, I didn't want things to end; I wanted more. In a flurry of emotion, I yelled, "Fuck you! How are you going to make me suck you off and not fuck me?"

My words were met with silence.

It seemed like I had crossed an invisible line, gone past the point of no return; I just didn't know the consequences. I kept my gaze on him, not breaking eye contact. With just a look he could make you cum, and he knew it. His expression darkened with desire as he finally said, "Go to my room, now." The order sent a shiver down my spine, and as my gaze slowly averted down to his shorts, I noticed his cock once again bulging in it. Unable to even respond, I let out a gulp, nodded, and walked to his room.

As his chain dangled over me, I could feel each rhythmic thrust, a mark of his many past sexual conquests. It was pure ecstasy; my dreams had come true. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he continued pressing into me, holding me close as his cock went deeper and deeper. As I could feel him pound into me, He had ravaged me completely. "I really just fucked my hero," I thought to myself, a smile coming over me. "After that, I might want us to lose again," David said with a smirk. Nestling myself in his arms, I replied, "How about we do it when we win instead?" Ruffling my hair, he simply answered, "New deal; I'll fuck you anytime."

#college guys #alpha muscle #campus files #football #athlete

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A Strange Encounter

It was supposed to be a regular day for Sam. He walked into the gym, his muscles tight from a long day at work. Looking around, he didn't notice anybody particularly intHe had just started working out a few months ago, and while he wasn't the biggest guy in the gym, he was proud of his progress. Walking to the changing room, he looked around, hoping to see

He changed into his workout clothes, put on his headphones, and walked back out to begin his workout. Just as Sam finished his shoulder exercise, he noticed a huge figure approaching him. Sam sized him up at first, thinking that this guy was going to instigate something. The man towered over Sam, his muscles bulging from his tight tank top. He had introduced himself as Blake, a regular at this gym. Sam couldn't help but stare at the man's broad shoulders and thick arms. His interest was immediately piqued, and Sam didn't know if he wanted Blake, or if he wanted to be him.

Sam could barely do a thing from then on, as he found himself sneaking a peek at Blake whenever he could, as it was impossible not to look. As Blake's muscles strained from each lift, Sam tried not to drool at the sight of it. Finally, exhausted from his own workout, Sam decided to finally hit the showers. Walking past Blake in the middle of deadlifting a weight twice as big as Sam himself, he decided to make a bold move. Waiting until Blake finished his deadlift, Sam walked up to him and said,

"Meet me in the showers when you're done." Sam was surprised by the confidence in his words but didn't let his face show it. Blake, taken slightly aback by the forwardness of his offer, mustered a response, saying, "I just might take you up on your offer."

As Sam walked to the showers, butterflies raced through his stomach. He hadn't truly anticipated the next steps but decided to simply go with it. Grabbing his towel from his locker, Sam walked to the furthest shower and began washing up, waiting for Blake to join him. But, as he began to wash off his soapy skin, dismay washed over Sam as Blake had still not come. Doubt now turned to disappointment, Sam washed off and got out of the shower, ready to simply leave in embarrassment.

With his shirt drenched in sweat from an intense workout, Blake decided it was high time for a shower. As he entered, Sam met his gaze as he walked out of the shower. Blake's muscles glistened with sweat, and Sam's cock stood at full attention. His heart raced as he realized his bulge was showing through his towel.

Noticing Sam's "situation," Blake let out a hearty laugh, "I guess you're excited to see me," he said as he playfully flexed his biceps. He approached Sam and got in close, whispering "I hope I'm not too late." Sam's body buckled as Blake's strong hands gripped his waist. Finally able to let out a response, Sam muttered, "I mean I'm always down for another shower." Blake replied, "I don't think our plans are gonna involve the shower anymore," his eyes darkened with desire as his eyes scanned over Sam's lips, before pulling him into a deep kiss.

After their kiss, Sam guided Blake to the shower. Turning on the warm water, Blake pressed Sam against the shower wall, his massive cock pressing against Sam's thigh. Blake grabbed Sam's wrists and pinned them above his head. Sam let out a moan as Blake's cock rubbed against his stomach. Blake leaned down and kissed Sam's neck, sending shivers down his spine.

As water flowed over them, Blake positioned his dick and slowly pushed inside Sam. Sam gasped as Blake's massive cock stretched his hole. Blake began to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of Sam's body. Sam's eyes rolled back as he felt Blake's dick hit his prostate. Blake picked up the pace, and as the two came to burst, Sam felt different.

Sam didn’t know what was going on, suddenly, he felt as if his body wasn’t his. Just as the release from Blake’s cock surged through him, he felt an out-of-body experience, as if he wasn’t himself anymore. With a whirlpool of emotions and pleasure mingling throughout him regardless, he had little time to think about it and just chalked it up to mind-blowing dick.

But as Sam came back to reality, his suspicions were heightened once again. Looking down, realization dawned on Sam. Somehow, someway, he had swapped bodies with Blake. Confirming his suspicions, he reached a hand to what was his old body, to discover a shocked Blake, now in a much skinnier figure than he was used to. "What the fuck happened?" Blake said, now inhabiting Sam's body. Sam had no idea what to make of things, but knew he wasn't going back to his old body and so, with a shrug, he replied, "Who knows?"

Leaving the gym, Blake had attempted to catch up with him, but as he was no longer in his body, his threats didn't amount to much. Sam had just been handed his dream body on a silver platter. It was time for him to take this new body out for a spin, and worry about the details later.

#body swap #male body swap #muscle #muscle tf

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godisshook · 7 months

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Dumbing Down

Carter was the smartest guy on campus. He excelled in all of his classes and maintained straight A's. It seemed like he was set to graduate top of our class, and now he was starting to get into weightlifting as well. Initially, he noticed his gains were huge, and people became incredibly envious, wondering how he could balance school and lifting. His bros cheered him on as he got bigger and bigger, and he continued to strive to grow. Little did he know, his exponential muscular growth came at the cost of his brainpower. With every rep and every set, Kyle's intelligence began to diminish.

At first, he found himself getting behind in class but simply thought it was the material getting harder. With his muscles growing larger by the day, he found himself lagging in class more and more. Back at the gym, Carter continued working out, slightly suspicious of his declining mental prowess. In the locker room, a small debate would start around which was better among brains and brawn. Carter would try to argue for both, thinking that it was the most logical answer. The response to his argument was resounding, and would stick with him:

“Who needs brains anyways?”

With his muscles continuing to grow, it would become a chore for him to think. Soon, he had to get others to do his homework for him. It was here that he noticed something interesting; nerds will do your work if you're huge enough.

The pursuit of gains replaced the pursuit of knowledge, and as Carter's muscles grew, so did his insatiable appetite. He found himself constantly in a state of horniness, his thoughts consumed by sexual fantasies. Everyone on campus became a new conquest, and he would rampage around campus, his dick taking over his thoughts. People threw themselves on Carter, and he basked in the sexual attention, each load dumbing him down further. It was better for him not to think, for there would be legions of people willing to do the thinking for him. He was the alpha, and that's all he needed to be.

Carter was now unrecognizable. He had completely ditched classes, making his nerd/cumslut do all the work for him. Months of working out would cause him to become the biggest guy on campus, and people lined up for a chance to be fucked by him. He could now only think of sex; he had become a being of pure pleasure. All that Carter needed, his muscles and dick would provide. There was no more need for brains, and he reveled in the joys that not thinking brought him. His new life had begun, and he was ready to embrace it with open arms.

#alpha muscle #alpha jock #alpha men #muscle #jock #dumbification #dumbing down

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godisshook · 7 months

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Enemies with Benefits

Ryder is the absolute worst.

We had once been inseparable. High school sweethearts, we navigated the tumultuous waters of adolescence together, supporting each other through thick and thin. Our breakup was a result of years of me fighting for feelings that he stopped reciprocating. The final straw came when I found out he had cheated on me in my freshman year of college. I decided then and there to end things and refused to speak to him for the rest of the year.

There was just one issue with all of this: we lived together. We went to the same college, and so made the "great" decision to live together our first year. Even worse, I had renewed my lease with him shortly before I caught on to his cheating, meaning I had to live with him for another year. After the breakup, the living room became Ryder's new home, and I dreaded going in there. Ryder wanted to ensure I was miserable, so he always left the house a mess. I resented him for it, with only the thought of me getting to move as far away as possible from him helping me get through the days. For months, we had ignored each other, refusing to acknowledge the painful history we shared. The air in our one-bedroom apartment was thick with tension, and I sought to avoid him at every turn.

With summer rolling around, I stayed in the apartment, not having much to do back at home. My saving grace came as Ryder said he would be on vacation, and wouldn't return until summer ended. At least I would have a small reprieve from his presence, and most importantly, I was able to claim the bedroom back. I enjoyed my months of peace as if they were my last, taking advantage of the peace and quiet to get work done and deep clean the entire apartment. The days flew by as I enjoyed both time by myself and with friends. The cooling summer air would serve as a reminder that the fun would soon be over. With Ryder arriving tomorrow, I decided to have one last party, taking special care to make sure my partygoers messed up Ryder's stuff specifically, getting some revenge on the way. Satisfied with the mess I had caused, I escorted my guests out for the night, and slept well, enjoying my final day of relaxation.

The sound of keys jangling at the door woke me, as the immediate realization of what those keys meant crushed me. With the sound of bags and shuffling now getting louder and louder, I decided to simply remain in the room, refusing to speak. As he finally reached the bedroom, a series of light knocks would hit the door. With it swooshing open, Ryder said, “Oh, how I’ve missed you,” laying down his backpack. "I really wish I could say the same." I immediately replied, a stoic look on my face. As he goes in for a hug, I shuffle to the other side of the bed and say "You're letting the light in." It was clear he was not anticipating that response, but as he gathered himself, he replied, "I really do miss you." His thumb grazed the curve of my cheek, caressing it gently, his touch both tender and possessive. In response, I let out a soft, breathless moan, showing my weakness.

In my defense, it was a moment of vulnerability, and we had hooked up now and then. Even though we weren't on speaking terms, it was impossible to resist that body of his, and so we would occasionally do it. However, it was only a few times, that I can promise.

While I didn't believe his words for a second, I couldn't help but notice how different he looked. I didn't anticipate his changing demeanor, but this new Ryder gave me a strange hope. A guy whom I had always regarded as a slob was now well-kept and dressed. I still hated him from the depths of my soul for what he did to me, but I was far more willing to be amicable with him if he was choosing to be better. Living together had its challenges, but it also brought back memories of our shared history. We had both grown since their breakup, pursuing our own lives. But beneath the surface, a lingering connection remained.

Late one night, Ryder would return home from work in an obviously bad mood. I was lounging around, watching TV, and upon his return, got ready to leave, unprepared to acknowledge the fact I gave in yesterday. I sighed, saying, "If you want something to eat, there's some food in the fridge or whatever." He stopped walking and faced me, his expression changing from apparent frustration to an appreciative smile.

Opening the fridge, he said, "Sorry for looking so mad, I just had a long day." I replied flatly, "We aren't dating, you don't have to explain yourself to me." This reply clearly struck a nerve in Ryder, as he simply stood up, and walked towards me. His eyes locked onto mine with a smoldering gaze, conveying his desire without a single word. The magnetic pull between us was palpable, igniting the air with an electric tension that neither could deny.

It was moments like this that were dangerous. He knew exactly what made me tick and exploited it whenever he could. Trying to feign ignorance, I innocently asked, "Why are you so close?" Ryder, now inches from my face, would finally make his intentions known. "Take me like you used to." His irresistible gaze made me fall apart, and I found myself unable to pull myself away. My fingers found the edge of Ryder's shirt, slipping beneath the fabric to trace the contours of his chest, reveling in the warmth and strength that lay beneath. Lifting it up, I silently went down a path of no return.

His breath hitched as I slowly helped raise his shirt, desire lighting up in his eyes. With our lips tantalizingly close to each other, I couldn't resist the temptation any longer. With a slow, deliberate movement, I leaned in, my lips brushing against Ryder's. It was a whisper of a kiss, a tantalizing tease that left us both breathless.

Now Ryder would take the initiative, getting closer as he kissed all around my neck. Ryder's strong hands roamed my body, igniting a desire that had been dormant for too long. His touch was both possessive and tender, a silent declaration that he had missed this, missed me.

With a barely audible sigh, our lips met again. It was a soft, tentative kiss at first, but it quickly deepened into something more passionate. Our lips moved together hungrily, and our hands roamed each other's bodies, reacquainting themselves with the familiar terrain. It was like the dam holding back all of our desires had burst open. Ryder's strong arms enveloped mine, pulling me in closer, while my fingers found their way to his broad chest once more, a feeling of safety coming over me as our bodies came close to each other.

I pulled away, breathless and flushed, Ryder led me to the bedroom, as we continued to explore each other's bodies with a hunger that had never truly disappeared. In the heat of the moment, our clothes became an obstacle we couldn't tolerate, and as soon we were naked, our bodies pressed together in sweet ecstasy. It was slow and intense as if we were making up for lost time. The room filled with the sound of our sighs, and the air heated up as passion mixed with desire.

"Let me fuck you," he said, a mischievous look coming over his face. Finally snapping out of my trance, I replied "In your dreams." Putting my clothes back on, I took my pillows and marched down to the living room. I didn't just give in to him once, but twice. Just living together and ignoring each other was not going to work. As I dozed off on the couch, I decided that I had to end things for good.

As I woke up that morning, I concluded that I needed to get things done. The plan was simple; firmly say things are over with Ryder, and tell him I'm moving out. My bags were partially packed, but since I couldn't get my things from there, I didn't have access to the bedroom for the night. Steeling myself, I walked over to the bedroom, with the music getting louder and louder as I ventured down the hallway. With my first knock being met with nothing, I knocked harder and was met with shuffling from the room, which indicated my knocks were heard.

As the door swooshed open, I was met with Ryder and a wave of steam. As the wave of hot air hit my face, memories of warm showers together and foggy mirrors filled my mind. Coming to it, I finally looked at Ryder. It was clear he was fresh out of the shower, and as my face scanned his chest, my blush gave away my emotion at the moment. Catching this, Ryder said, "Is there something you wanted, or did you just need to see me?"

My plan immediately went sideways as I got flustered, unable to get a single word out. Taking advantage of this, Ryder would whisper in my ear, "If you want me again, just say so." His husky voice in my ear sent me trembling, and the walls I had put up were crumbling each second. I had entered his room with the resolve to finally end things, to sever the connection once and for all. It seemed as if my plan dawned on him by the way I was knocking. He was calling my bluff, and it was working. My body would betray my thoughts, as I simply cried out, "I want you!"

Without warning, Ryder drew me into an intense, passionate kiss. I had no chance of resisting his hunger for me. It was like the dam holding back our desires had burst open. Our lips moved together hungrily, and his hands roamed down my body, reacquainting itself with the familiar terrain. I arched into Ryder's touch and gasped as his fingers dipped lower, exploring the sensitive territory that made my body quiver with desire. Removing his sweatpants, he sat on his chair, cock bulging in his underwear.

"Come and get it."

His words lit a fire in me, as I shifted up to him, and began feeling his bulge. Precum started to wet his underwear around the tip of his cock, and his dick pressed hard against his boxers. Teasingly, I slowly removed his boxers, and as his dick bounced up, it hit me straight in the eye. "Hey!" I said, shocked. He only shrugged, a sly smile on his face. With a smirk, I got to work, licking around his tip, as he threw his head back in response.

There was a familiar feeling to things, the way his dick fit inside perfectly, the way he knew exactly how to pleasure me, it was bliss. Our bodies fit together like pieces of a long-lost puzzle. Ryder's fingers brushed against the delicate lines of my face, while my hands explored the strong, sculpted planes of Ryder's back. In between thrusts, he said, "My cock feels good, doesn’t it?" I couldn't deny how he had been able to pleasure me, and I gave in. All I could let out was an ecstatic "Yes, more!" Maintaining his gaze, he continued pounding into me, each thrust sending me further and further to the edge.

Each stroke was a testament to the passion that had simmered beneath the surface for years. Ryder explored the valleys of my mouth with a mixture of revenge and hunger. Our breaths became labored, as their bodies moved in unison, a testament to our rekindled passion. Unable to take it any longer, a wave of pleasure washed over me as I came, with a moan escaping my mouth as Ryder continued fucking me.

As he held me in the quiet aftermath of our reunion, I could hear our hearts beat in unison. Keeping me in his embrace, he mumbled, "Sex smells great on you." I replied, "Mind saying that a little louder?" He smirked in response, as our usual banter flowed perfectly. Our intimacy deepened, both emotionally and physically, as we explored each other's desires and fantasies together. Many steamy nights were spent in each other's arms were filled with passion and longing, rekindling the fire that had never truly died.

#alpha men #alpha muscle #muscle #jock #bully #enemies to lovers

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Next-Gen

There is a new breed of guys on campus. Bigger, stronger, better in every way. You don't know where they came from, but they were focused on dominating in every way they could. Most of them got to the top of the sports teams and had every frat under their control. You had known gym bros before, but none like them. They had a drive that was unmatched, and they always got what they wanted.

You decided to try one of these guys out for yourself, deciding that you wouldn't get attached. Before you could even make your pick, one had decided for you. He had been eyeing you since he got on campus and now was his time to strike. He had walked up to you after class, starting up a conversation you couldn't remember now even if you tried. But even in that small moment, he had set his sights on you. He would finally make his move after the two of you saw each other at a party. You already wanted him, but seeing him here had made you unable to resist his charms.

Submit. It was all you could think about as he fucked you, his cock filling you entirely. Your clothes were scattered around the room, the moments leading up to now a blur of intensity as hunger mixed with pure passion. As he seemed to devour you with kisses, your body could only react with moans, wanting more and more. Your hands traced around his toned body, as he took your hand into his, and began thrusting further. With load after load entering you, it was clear you were all his for the taking, and you could only accept your fate. Things were changing rapidly, and it was obvious these guys were not only here to stay, but they were here to rule.

#college jock #alpha men #college guys #muscle #jock

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godisshook · 8 months

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Bandit

Tyler was used to taking control of a new person each week, the rush feeling better and better each time. The method was the same, get them to have sex, swap, and enjoy. Tyler had it down to a science, and he would need every bit of his expertise for his latest guy.

Owen was Tyler's newest co-worker. The two talked often and had become great friends. With so much emotion already between them, however, Tyler feared that the swapping wouldn't be complete. All Tyler wanted was a glimpse into the life of this guy who he had become so close with. So he decided to keep things light, he would swap for one week, and one week only.

Now was the time to execute his plan. He had already invited Owen over for dinner, and it was obvious there were mutual feelings between the two of them. With dinner going without a hitch, Tyler gave Owen his notorious bedroom eyes, and the two went upstairs.

As Owen began fucking him, Tyler thought of just how skilled Owen was at sex. His intrigue was stopped as he felt Owen's cock fill him. Releasing a moan in response, Owen ramped things up, fucking harder and faster. Tyler felt a tinge of regret, as he wouldn't be fucked like this again, but with Owen thrusting harder and harder, each thought was replaced by the urge to cum. Reaching climax, cum would pour from Owen's dick, and as Tyler felt his hole fill up, he knew this was his chance. He felt a sudden warmth, and as the world around him lost color, and soon blacked out, he knew he had been successful.

Waking up, Tyler felt different, and he knew exactly what that meant. He was now Owen, and as he assessed his new body, he knew the potential it held. That familiar rush came to him again, and he just knew he had to take this new body out for a spin. Before he could, he took the old Owen, now in the body of Tyler, back to his place, laying him on his bed as if nothing happened. With this precaution taken, it was time to fuck the day away, with this new body pumping out endless loads, as every guy opened up for his massive cock. The night was full of him spreading his seed, with holes being filled with cum everywhere he went. "I could get real used to this," Tyler thought to himself as he was fucking his "last" guy of the night.

Tyler wasn't used to this. He had taken over some real hotties, but he had never got this level of attention before. While it was his rule to return the body after a week, he decided to revel in being Owen for just a little while longer. After a month of being Owen, life had gotten great for Tyler. He now had a boyfriend and easily became the most popular guy on campus. It was as if everything was being handed to him. He wondered how Owen was doing in his old body, as he would have no memory of the swap. For all he knew, the old Owen had been in Tyler's body the whole time.

Regardless, Tyler, the real Tyler, would have to decide whether he would stay as Owen, or return to his body, and he only had a week to do so. The end of the month would solidify the swap, and thus time was of the essence. Tyler pushed the decision back, choosing to revel in this for as long as possible. As the final day drew to a close, Tyler thought about everything. Great sex, good times, Tyler knew in his heart of hearts he would never forgive himself for giving that up, so the decision was made.

As morning came, Owen yawned heavily, taking plenty of air into his big chest. By his side, his boyfriend rests his head on Owen's chest. A feeling of rightness came over him, as he knew he chose correctly. The old Owen would only know his new life as Tyler, and what few memories remained, would not do much to help him.

#jock #alpha men #muscle #muscle tf #swapping #body swap #male body swap

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godisshook · 8 months

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Good In Bed

Austin and I had known each other for as long as either of us could remember, and we were truly attached at the hip, doing everything we could together. In every sense, we grew up together, and we were as close as could be. As we got older, I quickly realized he had feelings for me.

I was fine with it but had always ended up simply friendzoning him. It was hard for me to think about dating him, as I had only known him as a friend. We had shared many tender moments together, hell, he literally took me to prom, but it always felt platonic. I knew how this made him feel, and I tried to reconcile it as much as I could, hoping his advances would lessen.

As the both of us explored our sexualities in our own ways, it looked like those feelings would subside entirely, and we would return to our platonic ways. As our senior year passed like a flash, his feelings for me only intensified, as he continued to be ever-obvious about his intention. He was a perfect constant in my life, and I feared that if we did end up doing something and regretted it, I would lose that constant for good. With this, I continued to resist his advances, but

He had taken up bodybuilding, as he always felt too thin. I always thought he was far stronger than me, but hey, that's not for me to decide. The photo definitely made me horny, that was undeniable, but I still wanted to maintain my principles. Before we had truly left for the summer, we had exchanged one fiery kiss, and even that small moment felt like nothing I had ever experienced before.

Even as the kiss left me wanting more, it felt as if I had missed my chance. We were going to different colleges next year, but we were still close together, and we promised we'd hang out as much as we could as we got back.

As summer came and went, I prepared to enter college, a whole new world for me. My campus was huge, and as I eventually made my way to my dorm, I took in the new independence I was granted and began the long, arduous task of moving in. Exhausted after the move, and the constant running around campus to set everything up for classes, I collapsed in bed, completely unaware of the world around me.

I woke up much later than I would have expected, and was met with a photo, with a simple message, "Wyd?" The message was simple, but I was only focused on the man I was seeing. His muscled now rippled and his chest was massive. His armpits now were full of hair and musky. We had certainly kept in touch, but we hadn't really seen each other over the summer. The photo had me truly amazed. Staring at it, I struggled to peel my eyes off of it and struggled even harder to form a response. I simply texted back, "I'm coming over."

We ended up playing video games for most of the day. It was more of me watching him play than anything but hey, at least I was there with him. I met his roommates, who he said he didn't like, despite hanging out with them constantly. We got dinner at the dining hall, bringing it back to the dorm as neither of us wished to interact with others, especially not this late.

He put on a movie for me as he got on his game with his friends, and I watched away, covering myself in his sheets, taking in its warm, familiar smell. Before I could doze off, a mischievous thought came over me. I looked over at Austin, who was still laser-focused on his game and decided then and there.

On my tiptoes, I walked over to him. Being as quiet as possible, I made it over to him, and in my sexiest voice, said into his mic, "Austin needs to get off now, I want his cock." Immediately, I could hear his friends whooping and shouting in his headphones, as Austin himself soon turned to me.

Putting his mic on mute, his piercing blue eyes stared straight through my playfulness. He asked, "Is that what you really want?" I was left speechless at this question. His words were simple, but they left a pit in my chest. I had always avoided the thought of pursuing him in any way, but now, I had no defense. Whether it was the alcohol making me honest, or me wanting to have done this the whole time, I was being confronted with years of tension.

Instead of making a grand gesture, or an even grander confession, I chose a third option. Sitting on his leg, I said, "Just take me, Austin."

He took the hint.

He gripped my waist with his strong arms, and set my butt on top of his lap, eyeing me up as his gaze sent fire through me. I could feel his bulge, and my own dick became harder in response. "Do whatever you want, Austin," I said, a needy tone overtaking my voice. "You're killing me here," Austin said, hitching his breath. Before he could speak further, I pulled him by the neck into a full embrace and brought our lips together into a fiery kiss. He reciprocated the moment, taking my body into his arms as he pushed back against my lips.

I could feel his dick become harder and began getting nervous as his size seemed to keep growing as he got hornier and hornier. Grabbing onto his bulge from in between my legs, I asked, "Is this thing gonna keep getting bigger or what?" His face became red as he replied, "Nobody has ever been able to take all of me before, don't worry." With that sentence, he had unknowingly challenged me, and now I was determined to take his full size at once. As he put the tip in, and I felt his girth, my body rocked against him, sending a pang of pain through me.

As his cock went further inside me, I could feel myself nearing my limit. Austin's eyes caught onto mine, and as he noticed me wince, he stopped, pulling out. His massive muscles hugged all the air from my body as he let out a hearty laugh. He said, "I told you nobody hasn't taken all of me before." I laughed as well, but secretly had no other goal but to get his full size inside of me.

I awoke to Austin already getting ready, and as he hears me shuffling to get up, he said, "It's gonna be a lazy day for me, I'm just getting freshened up." "There's no reason I can't join in," I said, seductively. "There's enough space for both of us" He replied, his voice catching my change in tone. Getting in with him, the space between us was already tight. Grabbing his waist, I used it to leverage myself for a small peck on his lips. Looking down, he let out a low chuckle, and asked "Is that all I get?" I had tempted him, and he was now calling my bluff. Closing the distance, he pressed his lips into mine, and my body immediately started burning up. His strong hands pulled me towards him, and even as cool water washed over us, the heat of the moment had me sweating.

A hard cock was pressing against my thigh, in a moment of lucidity, I grabbed it and began rubbing it. "So....big," I say in a tired tone. As I blearily came to, I realized that I wasn't dreaming, and meet Austin's gaze as I now notice it was his cock pressing me. Surprise overtakes me as a dark look comes over his face. "You stopped so soon," He said, pulling me closer to him.

He started jerking off, each hitched breath hitting my face, and his grunts sending heat surging through me. In response, I began kissing him, and as I did, he returned it with furious passion. His tongue pierced through, exploring my mouth as he pulled me in. Soon, he had taken full control, sending pangs of heat throughout me as I melted against him. I breathlessly separate from the kiss, as my body reacts fully to his advance.

Deciding once more that I would take all of him, I slid his cock inside me. An impressed look came over Austin's face, as his cock went deeper and deeper into me. Pressure was building up within me, and as waves of pleasure roiled throughout me, I buckled under it. Austin noticed this and went to say, "We can stop, If-" Before Austin could finish his sentence, I closed the distance between our lips once more and pressed mine into his. Shutting him up, I moved my hand down his chest, and rested my ass lower onto his cock, sending shivers throughout my body, as satisfaction and pleasure mingled in my stomach. It was exhilarating.

The familiarity we had built over all of these years had now proven itself in this moment. It was as if he had a map of my body, and knew every spot to hit that would end up driving me insane. He knew exactly what I wanted, and gave it to me fully. I became lost in the moment as he began pounding me, sending timed waves of pleasure surging through me like a flood.

His dick filled me entirely, sending shocks as it continued to enter me. My body reacted entirely, unable to hide the pleasure it was feeling. Austin would take command, taking my hips into his hands, and resting me fully onto his cock, now filling me. It wouldn't take long for him to cum, with ropes shooting from his dick, filling my hole and, as he jerked off once more, filling my mouth. Load after load would come from his cock, as he would ravage me entirely.

Resting on his muscled chest, I admired his features, as Austin stared back at me directly. The smell of his cologne sent an intoxicating shiver through me. My single finger traced lines through his chest as we engaged in small talk, a chuckle leaving me as I recognize the absurdity of us having just fucked. Growing more and more tired, I get lulled to sleep by Austin, who has now taken me into his arms. Sleep would overcome me as our breaths would align, sending us mutually into a dream.

#muscle growth #muscle jock #muscle tf #jock #jock transformation

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godisshook · 8 months

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an incredible fanfic, can not recommend more!!!

a star in the making.

chad meeks-martin x male reader x danny brackett.

wc: 4.8k. genre: smut. warnings: explicit sex, threesome, spitting, gagging, throat-fucking, slapping, rough-handling, double-penetration, dirty-talk, video recording, top!danny, top!chad, bottom!reader.

a/n: and i thought i couldn't get nastier.......

request: anon.

“and...” chad centered the tripod by the foot of the bed after locking the legs sturdy to the ground. the camera was tilted down at a slight degree, framing the bed into position, and once the stability met his standard, he pressed the record button with a smile. “we’re set.”

you’ve been watching him, bare except your briefs, kneeled on the bed while curiosity trapped your mouth into a vault. one, two, and three tripods surrounded the bed; one at each side, and the final one settled in the middle, directly feasting your obedience with its camera lens. when you looked to the left, so was danny, transfixed by the eagerness you held, and even sprouted, when all three cameras blinked red.

“all set from here.” danny chuckled, a gentle pat to the arm of the tripod assured its stability.

normally, others would be nervous, confidence beaten by nerves, if they were to be recorded like this.

as cliché as it sounded, you weren’t like others.

everywhere you turned, all eyes were on you, and you warmed another smile, shy yet alluring because you wanted this, and so did they. every blink of red fueled a need inside of you. a desire to perform, and you were motivated to make a stunning debut, even if it would only be in the hands and eyes of the two men.

“do you always record these stuff?” there was admiration in your eyes, and it reflected onto their smiles, egotistical and cocky, as each man gave the camera one more check.

“only those that are willing, and…” chad climbed onto the bed, towards you, until he found your lips in its scurried endeavor. sweet at first, but his tongue pushed your mouth open wider, merely having his fix of the taste of your desire. you took him in with a laugh, moaned when his tongue slid to you, over you, in an open-mouthed venture.

“those we think can take it,” a low whisper rumbled in the other side of your ear and before you could break away from the kiss, you were pulled to another pair of plump flesh, rougher now as danny held your jaw, tasted the remnants of chad, and most importantly—you. “take us with no problem.”

both of their warm bodies sandwiched you into a comforting embrace of heat and need. chad pressed his palm to your inner thigh, squeezing while his lips found a home near your clavicle. “introduce yourself.”

it was a pain for danny to tear himself from the kiss, but he does so at chad’s demand, pecking you once more on the center of your swollen pair before nodding towards the center camera. “scoot up a little. name, age, and why you’re here.”

you do as you were told, scooting up, though not too far from the nude pair, and gazed into the void of the camera lens as you revealed your name and age. “i’m here because…”

“i…” wary eyes found their way back to the two men, and they nodded, assuring you of the process, but also for you to continue it because you can smell it—lust. “want to be fucked.”

“whoa, someone has a potty mouth.” chad cracked, and danny joined with a chuckle. “quarter in the swear jar, (m/n).”

danny then reached over to pinch at the soft flesh on your waist, sucking in a lower lip because the gentlest touch made you jolt. “how do you want to be fucked?”

“you too, danny.” chad laughed, nudging the aforementioned man’s bare side with his elbow, and danny abided with another squeeze to your waist, dropping air into chad’s jar.

“i guess, well… hard.” the thought trailed your words into a mutter, and you took a beat before confessing, a rush of heat fled to your cheeks and neck. “i want to be wrecked.” your thumb began drumming on the mattress, hands planted by your hip. “don’t get me wrong, i love vanilla as much as anyone, but sometimes, you just need to spice things up.”

“i get that,” you felt a rough hand spider down your spine, then explored the canvas of your skin like a fresh book. the tensed muscles in your back told a story. from the way you shivered when he caressed near your waist, to the way you exhaled a heavy sigh he squeezed at your right shoulder, he wanted to dissect every fiber of your being—every chapter to the story. “so, you’re saying you’d do anything to get wrecked?”

“anything.” another breathy sigh fell to your lips when danny leaned forward to latch to the other side of your neck, suckling deep and hard enough to then draw a moan. a soft one, but nonetheless, he was endeared by it, persuaded to dig another one out of you, and he does so easily.

“anything?” danny mumbled into the sore spot of your neck before moving onto another patch of skin, repeating the same process while blindly taking your hand to rest on his erection, growing bigger and thicker in your palm.

in midst, chad stroked himself silently to the melt of your body, to the wet sounds of danny’s hickeys, to the goosebumps on your arm when he began fondling your thigh, to the sudden spring and hop of your cock, when danny made you squeeze your hand around him, guiding you in loose pumps.

you can’t let go. not that you would want to in the first place, because he filled you up with girth, thick and heavy in your sweaty palm, unshaven thick hairs woven into the indentation of your fingers as you stroked danny’s cock, squeezed the pulsating veins until he was throbbing hard.

“you like that big cock?” danny unraveled your fist before slapping the thick of shaft onto the center of your palm, a smirk sprouted while you watched agape. hypnotized by the stiffness of his meat, then the bounce of his balls when he brought your hand beneath the sack, stroking himself to your enchantment. the thick and loose sack bounced heavily into your palm, even with the slowest rhythm, and it was embarrassing to admit how easily you could come undone from this.

“or do you like this big cock more, hm?” suddenly, your other hand felt warm, hot now as your fingers wrapped around another thick girth. more curved compared to the former, and you pleasantly confirmed it with your eyes, gulping down any forthcoming opinions.

you couldn’t answer. they were both… so different. danny’s cock was bushier, plumper in the head with a thick skin covering majority of the glans, and curved downwards as if it was made to fuck your throat, as if the sheer weight of his own cock wasn’t able to sustain itself. while chad’s cock sported a proud curve, a slope that was practically made to accommodate the size of your hand and your needy strokes, and most importantly, as if it was made to break you. both of their cocks were, if you were being honest. you’d have no complaints if one were to switch roles with the other, because in the end, you’d have them either way.

in any way.

“both, you know i can’t decide, i—“ you swallowed and looked at chad, licking your lips when you switched your gaze back to his cock, then to danny’s, then back to chad’s again. a delirious dilemma ruined you, and your mouth itched to solve it.

“well, if you can’t decide then,” danny began kneeling tall on the bed, towering over your position, and chad followed suit. two shadows loomed over you, engulfed you with darkness, and you swallowed any amount of pride you had left because you never felt smaller. your hands released their cocks and you watched as their shadows swung heavily over your face like tree branches over a windowsill. “you’re going to have to work extra hard tonight.”

“i said i’d do anything,” musk was heavy in the air, and even more so when you inhaled beneath danny’s cock, the tip of your nose trailed along the downward curve, and then you juxtaposed it with chad’s, sniffing upwards like an animal in heat, touching yourself through your tightened briefs. “right?”

“right.” when your nose reached the tip of chad’s cock, chad took the perfect opportunity to shove your promise down your throat.

thick and heavy on your tongue, your mouth stretched wide to lodge his length as far as you could, wetting and swallowing him with difficulty. it was further helped by danny’s palm on the back of your head, his fingers locked into your hair while he pushed you lower, denuding you into a gargled mess of gags and coughs.

“fuck, that’s a good boy. look at how well you’re taking chad’s cock.” danny’s grip on your hair was stronger, harder, as he yanked you up for barely a breath. you inhaled with a gasp, in what felt like a millisecond, before it was exhaled into another gag when he pushed the remaining oxygen into the pit of your stomach. your eyes closed tight when danny’s hold on you kept your mouth grounded to chad’s pelvis. chad shivered, exhaled with a guttural groan, while you swallowed him whole, with tears in your eyes, with a force on your head that refused your pleas to be released, and you liked it—no, you loved it.

you loved having your jaw ache, having to breathe through your nose and into chad’s shaven hairs. when you were pulled back, you loved feeling that cathartic release of stealing back the oxygen that was taken away from you. you also loved seeing your spit drench chad’s heavy cock, coating it with thick sheen and small bubbles enough to weigh—swing—him down because your gags were uncontrollable, undeniably resistible. the spit was a bridge from your lips to the plump, swollen tip of his cock, and you drove through it on your own terms with eagerness. an amused laugh flushed your skin, and you could feel danny’s hand drop to the back of your neck, grasping the skin as if it could close your throat around the mouthful of cock.

“god, your mouth is fucking made for this.” chad breathed out, his muscles flexed when you swallowed him in your hot throat. another gag curled the inside of your stomach, and you pulled back up to slurp around him, sniffling fresh air, then spitting back out when you just slurped. your hand worked soundly, spreading the thick and sticky mixture of your saliva over his entire length in one buttery stroke. “you’re a cock whore, aren’t you? look how much of a mess you are. look how eager you are to take us both.”

“practically foaming at the mouth.” danny’s grin was replaced with awe as the swell of your lips beat redder. then astonishment when you greeted him with a lazy, spitting smile. “fuck.”

several wet strokes now before you turned towards danny to take him down your throat, conforming to the portrait they’ve expected—anticipated—of you. they remained kneeling, each by your side, and while you pumped chad’s wet cock, you deviantly inhaled danny’s with a prideful smile, the sound of their collective groans only fueling it further. saliva dripped copiously from your mouth, and you slurped whatever would try to leak out, even if your mouth was full.

“shit, that’s what i’m talking about,” he gently slapped the side of your cheek that bulged from his cock, groaning louder when you pressed the inside of the flesh harder to the swollen head. then again, and again, and you profusely took the several quick slaps until your cheek memorized the shape of his cock—every vein and every inch. “you like that big cock, don’t you?” the sound of your moan vibrated around him, and danny shuddered. “yeah, you do. fuck.”

there would be moments where your mouth felt overstuffed, so you’d release danny in one smooth, moaning pull, and tongue his balls. they bounced heavily on the flicking muscle, rolled within the messy slobber of your mouth, and twitched when you dragged the heavy weight all over your face, smearing the spittle and musk over your chin, lips, nose, forehead. back again, until it inked deep into you. you slapped danny’s cock several times onto your cheek, hard and wet on the bone, and you moaned, delirious, as you stuck your tongue out for him, staring up at the doting gaze that laved over you.

until you smelled of nothing but a whore.

you then did the same to chad, because you were greedy. cock was all you could think about, and you wanted to drown yourself in it even if you couldn’t breathe. danny’s gaze over you were hazy when you alternated between sucks, and when you switched over to sucking off chad again, his were enlightened. “you look so good like this, fuck…”

as if they read your mind, the two men scooted closer until the flush of your cheeks was surrounded by their cocks, dripping in your matter. the cameras winked with red, and you smiled towards the center while you stroked both the heavy weights simultaneously, alternating your tongue back to the glans after you refueled your breath.

“fuck, this is what i’m talking about.” your face scrunched when you pulled danny’s foreskin forward, squeezing the skin till it masked the swollen head, and you drooled when a thick string of pre-cum leaked from the slit. his moans fell along with the web of fluid, low and guttural as if you pulled those sounds straight from him.

before you could have a turn with chad’s cock, he was set on his own endeavor to rapture you as your mouth was back to being filled again. a gasp buried deep into your wet throat, words gargled now because danny unexpected pushed into your mouth as well, and all you could do was take it. you took their two cocks in your mouth, breathing quickly because you’ve never felt so full.

“holy fuck— that’s a good boy, fuck.“ chad breathed heavily, his hold on the back of your head stronger as he pushed you forward to their thrusts.

“god, where did you find him? haven’t felt a mouth like this in fucking forever.” danny groaned when your teeth brushed against him, and your heart raced because you needed to open your mouth wider. impossibly bigger to properly take the both of them. passion was fortified by their astounded comments, and you heard every appraisal in the book, quickly took your briefs off and stroke your cock to it, because you could come from this.

from being full.

your mouth stretched with a sting building at the corners, and no matter how many times you tried to blink the feeling away, they only pulled the flesh open, wider, more and more, as they did their best to fuck into your throat. minuscule thrusts, careful not to hurt you, but nonetheless, driven by their animalistic need to wreck you. their cocks rubbed and poked together, against one another, veins throbbed unevenly into the back of your throat. there were lazy attempts to slurp the copious amount of saliva dripping out, but it was futile at this point when you were practically like a waterfall at this point.

the cameras shamed you for who you were in this moment, calling you disgusting names as they watched you become a bubbling, gargling mess. as they watched chad and danny fuck into your gargles. helpless, but they weren’t here to save you.

they were here to watch.

“fuck, baby—“ chad yanked your head back and you thankfully coughed out a mixture of a choke and a gasp before it could be trapped down your throat when he pulled you up for a kiss. sloppily and heavy, and you moaned heavenly when chad’s tongue was the completely opposite taste of his cock. “i think you deserve a reward, don’t you think, dan?”

“a big reward,” behind you, a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back into a cozy embrace. the hairs on danny’s chest tickled your back at first, but soon it warmed you, chasing away the goosebumps the draft had left on you. though only briefly, because the familiar bumps returned when his lips found their way to your shoulder after you both fell back onto the bed. his arms around you guarded the impact, and you couldn’t have been more grateful for the warmth that engulfed you. “i think we should fulfill his wish to be wrecked, right? can’t have him leaving empty-handed, chad.”

ironically, you were sure that you were going to leave the night memorizing the shapes of their cock.

“i agree,” you could feel danny’s cock brush against your ass when he lifted your legs, his hands locked together over the bent of them while he pushed your knees to your chest, your body pinned to his. chad blew a playful whistle when the position exposed your hole to him, puckering and aching for some type of fill, and slathered a careless amount of lube over his cock, his hands, and your hole. “damn, i just know it’s going to be a tight fit. bet you haven’t gotten fucked in weeks, right?”

“m-mm...” a finger stammered your words as it slid in, gently pumped inside of you, worked you open until you were open enough to fit another digit. “it’s been a while—i need to be fucked, please.” you pleaded to chad, then to danny when you turned your head to kiss him on the lips, and the soft rubies vibrated when he chuckled, amused at your neediness.

“how badly do you want to be fucked again?” chad asked, a feign of cluelessness while he curled and parted his fingers, now three, inside you. knuckle-deep, wriggling within your tight walls.

“s-shit—so fucking bad, please. i’m begging.” your voice cracked, desperate to remind him, but you’ve lost the ability to form sentences, mere babbles now when danny stroked your cock with one hand, and held you back with the other. “please, i want to be wrecked—“

“okay,” his broad chest rose when he pulled himself out of you, amused by how truly desperate you were by the suction of your hole, clinging onto the loss heat and the air that had replaced him. he then brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking the taste of your musk off with a delighted hum, before positioning himself. “you earned it.”

in one smooth move, chad pushed your awaiting rapture back into you, and he was granted with the utmost exhalation. he held onto your knees while you captured him, welcomed him, whimpered for him, and blossomed for him, with warmth and keenness. “shit, fuck, danny. you gotta try him.” you felt yourself cling onto him, not wanting to let him go, when chad selflessly pulled himself out again despite your whines.

“yeah?” your body moved with danny’s as he adjusted himself beneath you, shifting into a more comfortable position, and once he does, you immediately felt swollen when he pulled you back again, opened you, and filled the loss of warmth with his own. it throbbed and pulsated heavily the more he slid his thick girth into you, and your arms sprawled out to grasp at the bedsheets, groaning and whimpering when you feel yourself stretched to the fullest. “fuck, everything about you is perfect, isn’t it? that fucking mouth of yours, and now this hole? fuck...”

they took their time with you, alternating between filling you up and stroking themselves when one sated their desires to completely ravish you with a thrust, and another, and another. you took each of them with pride, dazed because you were completely exhausted at this point, your muscles like jelly, but the stretch never failed to remind you where you were, ground you to reality, as the feeling burned into your brain.

a drunken stupor removed you of your thoughts, feelings, and sight. you thought of nothing but incredible, eye-rolling pleasure. you saw nothing but the sweaty bodies colliding against you, rocking into you. you felt nothing but the feeling of being full, of being stretched to your best ability. you were brain-numbingly fucked, sweat dripping from hairline to your cheek fucked, to your chest fucked, until you felt an incense of pain again.

and the sweat seemed to have stung now. it was near your fill, a prod to your hole despite danny already occupying his rightful spot, and you felt a slow push that roped a groan from within you. “shit—“

“hold still,” danny breathed into your ear, then suckled on your earlobe to distract you from the painful intrusion down south. his palm squeezed your cock, stroking it now, while he rubbed your stomach as if it would open you up from underneath. “just keep breathing.”

“you’re a good boy, right? be a good boy for me—us, hm?” chad was huddled over you, his shadow masked the pain in your expression, but it melted when he kissed you again, sweetly compared to before. you could only return it shortly before you choked out an uncomfortable moan into his mouth. he pushed himself further into your occupied hole with a staggered groan, joining danny in its burial, and kissed you once more to let you adjust to the stretch of their two cocks.

“o-oh, god…” it knocked every breath out of you, even when you were laying still. your walls burned uncomfortably, stung around the two cocks that had fill you up with so much weight, yet you couldn’t have been more grateful. you were intoxicated in this state, and one would describe you as fucking mad for even attempting to take the two men at once.

but you weren’t like others.

“fuck me,” you hadn’t even had a chance to adjust to the stretch, but you knew you would eventually. impatience ran through your blood, and adrenaline followed in another route through your veins. “fuck me.” you said clearer, rocking your hips against them, and they collectively groaned when you squeezed tight. your cock twitched during this matter, and with one final kiss to your lips from chad, a wet one to the underside of your jaw, you felt yourself blossom completely.

danny began with slow ruts, rubbing his thick girth against chad’s while he held onto your waist. you groaned at every moment, but with every thrust, the pain began to slowly subdue itself into a river of familiarity. “shit, fucking feels amazing, fuck.”

then chad followed once you opened up for them, impressively more and more within minutes, and he thrusted with alternating patterns. slow at first, but he picked up the pace when you pulled him down for a kiss, begging into his mouth for more. more of him, more of danny, more of their cocks, more.

whenever danny would roll up into you, chad would pull his hips back, and it didn’t take very long for them to establish a see-saw like rhythm. you were in a constant state of elation as they repeatedly filled you, slamming into your sweet spot like hey had memorized it from the first time they brushed against it.

“fuck!” your body bounced in correlation with danny’s own hips, roughly thrusting up into you, while chad was the top layer that sandwiched you into a behemoth hold, chasing after his own high with eager plunges. the bed creaked louder, adding into the symphony of wet skin becoming vulnerable with one another, opening for one another, entering and filling one another. and your moans, their moans. they were the consonance and dissonance of the explicit music that your bodies had constructed.

labored breaths tickled your ear and thick air surrounded your folded body. you have never felt so stretched, so pleasantly used, and the two men thought same same, fucking into you at the same rhythm now. both of their cocks drove into you, shoved themselves into you, forced themselves past your limit until they broke you. you screamed in delirious might, clutched at chad’s chest, then reached back to tug at danny’s hair, then released to fuck your fist. it was a sight to behold, a feeling many would be envious of, and you were reminded that the cameras were on you. all of this could be known, could be shown, and everyone could know how incredible you were.

how much of a star you were, how perfectly constructed you were made to be fucked, and your eyes rolled back, denuding yourself of those thoughts with several strong pulses. “s-shit!”

you came with a splatter, shooting all over your chest and body while you continued to stroke yourself through the messy reelease. your fist was drenched in cum, as was your body, and you felt some of it leaking to your side as the motions of danny’s thrust and chad’s rocked you. “f-fuck! keep fucking me, fuck! fill me up—“

fuck,” back and forth, they did. they propeled into you with a similarly hysterical state of mind. in and out, your ass burned with their two cocks constantly digging inside of you, violating every crevice while you rode out your orgasm. your hand naturally fell back as you took them, and danny’s mouth wrapped around your cum-covered fingers, suckling them off, and the salty taste was the final garnish that winded him into staggered pants of your name. with one last exertion of his hips, his thick cock pulsated once, twice, three times before completely spilling his load into you. “oh fuck… fuck, that was good.”

the warmth of danny’s thick cum pooled around chad’s cock, and he panted, his muscles flexing under the ceiling lights while he plunged himself deep into you, deep into the warm seed untill his shaft was practically covered in it—lubed thick. his shallow thrusts splattered the cum onto his heavy sack, webbing it to your ass, and chad pressed one more kiss to your lips again, tasting you before his sense of reality was sucked away by the holy gods, then expelled out into a series of unholy moans. “i’m going to come, fuck—“

with danny’s cock softening, chad added onto the pile of his cum, shooting load after load inside of you, spreading the thick of his seed all over the violation that they had caused you with sloppy thrusts, creaming the inside of your breached hole and his swollen dick until the pull of softening cocks released all that cum that had resided in you. they came out in squelches, thick and drool-worthy as it ran down your ass, and your hole twitched unevenly, not used to the feeling of emptiness. you clenched at whatever was left inside of you, a layer of cum that continued to naturally ooze out like whipped cream. if chad had another load left inside of him, he’d easily shower you in it. but instead, he watched, marveled in the beauty of your red, sore, and puckering hole, beating and pulsating from the wreck it had endured.

“fuck…” you exhaled a sigh of relief when you were able to finally put your legs down. they immediately tangled into danny’s as soon as you rolled off of him, and joined his side.

he took you in, an arm around you pulled you closer, and the man took a moment to examine your face. a gentle hold to your chin, then a caress of his thumb to your lips. “you good?”

“yeah...” a half-smile graced his thumb, and you kissed the pad of it before averting your gaze to chad. sweat dripped from his bare body as he stopped the recording for each individual camera. the red blinked once more, and never returned for the remainder of the night.

you curled into danny’s embrace, using his chest as a pillow, and closed your eyes to the sound of his heart slowly approaching its normal rate.

“so,” a weight shifted on the bed, and then a strong, yet gentle hand caressed your arm. “i have a favor to ask.”

“what is it?” you murmured, eyes still shut. the comforting skim of chad’s palm anchored you to danny’s chest, but you gathered enough energy to drowsily peek behind you once before returning.

“there’s this frat party, and…” large digits spidered your arm in a playful manner, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “was wondering if you’d like to come?”

“yeah?” laughing, you tore yourself from danny, who was already in deep sleep snoring his high away, and turned to face chad. he was leaning over the side of the bed, one foot to support his weight, and your hand moved to play with the soft curl of his hair. “how many guys?”

“wanted to keep it a surprise, but…” he pulled the rest off his body onto the bed, embracing your sticky body close to his own. “may or may not be in…” he trailed off, looking up to silently count sheep.

“in...?” you sang inquisitively, though a whisper to not wake danny, and chad’s smile awakened foolishly before confessing.

“in the double digits.”

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Campus Files: Carson

People always said he was full of himself, cocky, and even a narcissist, but Carson didn't care. Carson knew his place was at the top, where he deserved to be. He believed all alphas deserved priority treatment, and he would walk around campus as if he owned the place.

It was the expectation that all new students submit to Carson, lest they face his, "special discipline." Nobody had been brave enough to challenge him, and thus the discipline method remained unknown. You would decide to call his bluff, knowing that most of these types tended to be all bark and no bite. As Carson demanded you submit, you would meet his demand with a simple, "And what if I don't?" All around you, people became silent, with the tension in the air becoming palpable. Carson's expression would remain unchanged as he said, "Then let's take this to the bathroom."

Expecting a fight, you braced yourself as you two entered the bathroom, and as he locked the door behind you two, you prepared for the worst. Carson would begin taking off his shirt, and soon, he would close the distance between you two, the air becoming noticeably hot. As he showed off his huge muscles, his deep voice would break your trance, "Feel it." Unable to resist the order, you would feel up his massive bicep, and as you moved around his powerful body, a shiver would rush through you as the temperature increased more and more. Caught in his trance, you could only beg to be fucked, and he would oblige your request, pounding you senseless. After what would seem like an eternity, he would finally ask, "Learned your lesson yet?" With cum everywhere it could possibly be, and Carson's hard cock still in you, you knew you had been beat. With a simple nod, you collapsed into Carson, weak from his ravaging of you.

In a show of grace, he would clean you up, and help you out. As your face lay flushed, and your body weak, even your pride couldn't get your body to resist his help and do things on your own. Carson did take care to ensure you were well, which, given how he fucked you, was desperately needed. As the two of you left the bathroom, Carson put his massive arm around your neck and pulled you in, roughing up your hair to your great annoyance. It was clear who had won, and the campus hierarchy remained. In the following days, Carson would take an interest in you, with your rebellious nature piquing his desire. He would make you his next great conquest, which meant you were now his. Instead of making an example out of you, he would decide to make you his personal favorite, using you whenever he needed. He was the king on campus, and now you were one of his many concubines.

#alpha men #alpha jock #muscle #muscle worship #muscle god #alpha muscle #campus files

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The Reset

Frank had it all, a perfect life, an excellent wife. He couldn't ask for more even if he wanted. Despite everything, a feeling of dissatisfaction knawed at him each night, as he reminisced on things from his past, thinking of if he had made a different choice here or there, things might have completely changed.

In a chat with friends at work, talk about a new app called "ResetR" would soon arise, with some giving stories on how it changed their life after only a week. As one guy explained the app to everyone, Frank gawked at how such a thing could even exist. He arrived home late that night, and as he settled into bed, a small tinge of curiosity rose in Frank. Turning over, he looked at his sleeping wife, his eyes softening as he gazed at her features. Guilt washed over him as he turned back over to face his dresser, and grabbed his phone.

Ensuring everything was as silent as possible, he downloaded ResetR. The app downloading quickly, with its stylized "R" icon appearing on his home screen. He would make his account, putting in a detailed amount of personal information in its creation. Logging on, the application showed a vast catalog of people, giving him seemingly endless options. He navigated to the "Create Your Own" section, deciding he wanted as much control over the process as possible. Upon clicking, a massive waiver presented itself, which he scrolled through impatiently. After putting in all of his info, he could finally begin.

He clicked "Begin." A small window opened up beside the main one, and as it loaded, surprise overcame him as he realized it was not a complicated written exam, but rather a questionnaire.

>Would you like to start? Yes. >Please answer each question on a scale of "Strongly Disagree" to "Strongly Agree." Ensure all answers are as honest as possible.

He breezed through them at first, with the questions ranging from personal taste to some deeper philosophical ones. As he answered them, he wondered how this had any impact on creating a new life, but he went through them regardless. After mindlessly answering many of them, it would be Question 34 that would give Frank pause.

>Question 34: I like my current life. He thought over this one, contemplating the many memories anand pressed, "Slightly Disagree"

As the next question appeared, Frank once again was hit with a heavy one.

>Question 35: I want to change my life. With more confidence in his decision, he pressed, "Strongly Agree"

Another question would appear with a simple YES or NO, displayed at the bottom of it.

>Question 37: Would you like to retain social and financial settings from the current life template?

A moment of hesitation would give way to the mouse hitting the NO, button, as he was then directed to a new screen. Able to decide on things such as popularity, and personal attitudes. With most choices already entered, he made his way to the sexuality section, and as he entered things, he hesitated as he got to "Sexual Orientation." Frank wasn't gay, he knew that...right? The question seemed obvious, he wanted a small change, not a gigantic shift. But as he thought back to suppressed crushes, things became complex. With the knowledge that this would only be temporary, he selected "Gay," and closed the tab. With all his selections complete, it was finally time for him to select his location, and live his new life. Wanting to leave some things to chance, Frank chose randomly. Selecting the pill duration, he decided that a month would be a perfect amount of time, buying the pill on the spot.

Five days later, a package would arrive at his door, it was from ResetR. The box was small, containing only a light-blue pill, a collection of small documents, and one small note saying "Enjoy your new life!" He threw the papers aside and held the pill in between his fingers. Grabbing a Diet Coke from the counter, he would take the pill, and in an instant, he felt the blood rush through his veins. Adrenaline coursed through him as he suddenly lost consciousness, the world blacking out around him, and simultaneously exploding in flashes of color.

Waking up, he felt, different. Inspecting his surroundings, he noticed college posters and clothes everywhere. He got up, his new legs adjusting to being used, and made his way to what looked like the bathroom. There was a collection of official documents in there, a passport, birth certificate, and social security number. "They really do everything don't they?" Frank thought to himself. After analyzing the ID card, he took in his new personality. He was now Max, a nineteen-year-old broke college student from Georgia. Looking in the mirror, he noticed his toned muscles and ripped chest, taking in every small detail of this new body of his. Frank (now Max) felt a surge of virility, as his body felt new again.

The sex drive in this new body was certainly something Max had to get used to. People practically threw themselves on him, and he fucked everyone in sight. Having to keep up with this new passion was definitely a welcome sight, and he took advantage of it as much as he could. He admired how his muscles rippled in the mirror as he fucked. Max was on top of the world, and there was nothing that was going to stop him.

Each day had him stuffing his massive cock down a new throat, and soon his cum would be in guys across his college town. He definitely had guys thirst over him back when he was Frank, but he had never seen this level of attention before. Frank was adjusting quickly to the new lifestyle, and the days passed by quickly, as new friendships and love interests would start blossoming. With the month drawing to a close, a wistful look would come over Max's face. When the day ended, he would revert back to his old body, his old life. Regret surged through him as he wondered how he was just going to leave this whole life behind, just as it was starting.

Choosing to utilize his last day to the fullest, he fucked his way through his dorm, took up plenty of new classes, and did everything someone like Max would do. Exhausted, he would settle in bed, and prepared to sleep for his last day as Max. He logged back onto the website from his phone, and went to his previous order details, wanting to see if there were any extension options. After looking over everything again, all the color drained from his new face. Instead of getting the one-month order, he selected the permanent reset option. Taking in the seriousness of what was happening, he now looked for any way to reverse things, but as he saw the giant letters spelling "NO REVERSES ALLOWED ON RESETS," he felt the enormity of things set in.

Little did he know, the period to cancel a permanent reset was five days from the initial reset. With him on the seventh day, he was well past that deadline. A last desperate call to ResetR support would be entirely unsuccessful, and Frank decided to call it in, deciding he could find a solution someday. As he slept that night, Frank well and truly was lost, each memory would soon be replaced with that of Max. As the next day and a new month started, Max awoke to prepare to go to the gym, and as his old life faded away, he settled into his new one perfectly. Days later, Max would receive a text from an unknown number. Opening the message, it read,

"Are you still interested in reversing your permanent reset? This will be the first and last emergency extension given, respond within 24 hours to confirm."

Max looked at the text from the unknown number, and clicked "Block."

#male tf #male transformation #old to young #alpha men #jock #straight to gay #swapping #male body swap #ResetR

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