#jockboy

Sharing a room with the star quarterback, Marcus, took it’s toll on your ‘straight’ mind. It became difficult to sleep with the muffled screams off various girls he would bring back after a late night out. choking them with his meaty fingers, gagging on his dick, these repetitive noises started to play on your mind throughout the day, aswell as the girls leaving the apartment covered in ropes of thick potent cum. It was safe to say they’d be back, same time tomorrow to do it all again.

It became a regular thing. crowds of pussy streaming through the door, getting practically impaled by Marcus’ monster cock. You couldn’t help but feel inferior to the College stud. you’d been contemplating getting a gym membership these past few months, but something about his presence, his size mad you ask yourself: ‘Why bother?!’, Just appreciate real men for what they are. Beasts.

After what felt like an eternity of nighttime commotion and sticky bedsheets, the more the girls arrived and left the more you got to know them. They usually let themselves in before Marcus got back from football practice, the wait and anticipation before a long night of fucking got their pussy’s wet before he’d even returned.

One night, a girl who you’d gotten to know quite well due to a regular regime of sex with Marcus had arrived especially early, her pussy was creaming just talking about how hot he was. But as time flew by, Marcus was no-where to be seen.

By this point, the girl was desperate. Grinding her exposed vagina against the sofa to get sexual stimulation, caressing her tits, just like Marcus did with her. She surveyed the room searching for any potential form of stimulation. her eyes quickly darted to your crotch. Before long she was sucking your hard cock, deepthroating and then pulling out for breath. this continued until the door swung open and the hunky figure of Marcus stood before you both. Armpits exposed, sweaty from the gym pump. Fuck! he was hot, you were physically unable of stopping yourself from launching onto his plump fuckboy lips. The girl looked in shock as the two men made out in front of her

At first you were preparing yourself for him to pull out and embarrass you, but instead he continued. Marcus seemed to enjoy it, and the sizeable growing bulge in his grey sweatpants seemed to be a good indicator of this. before long the girl had left and you had Marcus all to yourself. Dowsing yourself in his musky ballsweat, anticipating the warm release of his cum as you sucked the dick that had kept you awake all those nights before.

Your inner frat boy is beginning to surface. Picture yourself lying flat on a bench, ready to grasp the weight of a barbell in your hands. Your bros surrounding you, cheering you on. Your arms are shaking under the weight, with each rep your mind falls deeper into the abyss. So far that you are unaware of the headphones that have now appeared. You have been plugged in, rewired into the network of frat bros, a pledge that you consented to as soon as you lifted that barbell.

Another rep causes your body to explode with muscle, inflated pecs come along with an inflated sense of pride that your bros cannot get enough of. The forced expression you make as every muscle fiber in your body contracts to lift the weight is all too familiar to your bros. 

On your third and final rep a spark of unknown desire is lit deep within you. You imagine a ball of malleable flesh that changes as you explore these deep desires. If you strip the muscle away from your beefed up body, remove the headphones and stare in the mirror, what do you see? A man? A boy? No! A faggot. You can try desperately to be something you’re not but this ball of flesh will always form into something of a meaty shaft, surrounded by veins with a  sticky tip ready to plunge deep into your jockboy ass.

You begin to realize what you’ve been wanting this whole time is surrounding you, a group of horny muscle bros, dicks twitching, balls churning with hot potent cum ready to get sucked by a guy just finishing his last rep on bench press.