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      Chapter 35: Unexpected Gift Jacob and Austin had just finished their winter exams, and the weight of the world had lifted off their broad, muscular shoulders. As students and competitive bodybuilders, their schedules were brutal—lifting heavy, eating every two hours, posing practice, and the constant grind of school. But with Spring Break here, the two young lovers were about to embark on an unexpected adventure. They had been sitting in their shared apartment, flexing and joking about how hard they were going to hit the gym during the break when their phones buzzed. It was a message from Hadi, one of the Tribe's leaders and married to Big Ryan. Hadi: “Surprise! You studs are going to South Beach, Miami this weekend. Blake’s got everything sorted—private jet, limo, luxury penthouse, and some killer reservations. Time to enjoy yourselves. Have fun, you deserve it!” Jacob’s gray eyes lit up, and a wide, cocky grin spread across his face as he turned the phone to show Austin. "Looks like we’re headed to South Beach, Monkey." Austin, who was finishing up his last protein shake of the day, jumped off the bed laughing, his brown eyes glinting with excitement. "Fuck yeah! I’ve always wanted to go." Jacob pulled his 6’0", 330-pound massive body off the couch and flexed in the mirror. His black hair was slicked back, and as his enormous arms hit a front double biceps, his veins popped like ropes over his skin. He grinned at Austin, who was already eyeing him with that hungry look he knew all too well. “Yeah, can’t wait to show South Beach all this muscle,” Jacob grunted cockily. "You better pack something sexy for me," Austin teased, running a hand through his own thick brown hair as he stood up. At 5’7" and 250 pounds of beefy muscle, Austin was a freak of nature. Compact, powerful, with tree-trunk legs and an ass that Jacob could never get enough of. His gymnast background had built his body into a masterpiece, and now, with all the muscle he had packed on, Austin looked like he could crush anyone who dared cross him. Jacob raised an eyebrow. "Sexy? We’re gonna be on the beach. I’m thinking speedos—maybe." Austin chuckled, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Jacob’s waist, leaning up to kiss him on the jaw. "Then I’ll make sure mine’s even smaller." --- The flight down to South Beach was more luxurious than either of them expected. Blake had really gone all out. The leased private jet was decked out with leather seats, private rooms, and every kind of high-end protein or snack they could ever want. They spent the flight half-napping and half-grinding on each other, enjoying the privacy the jet allowed. By the time they landed in Miami, the heat was already sinking into their bones, and their bodies ached with anticipation for what the weekend would bring. An SUV limo was waiting for them at the airport, and as they slid inside, Jacob pulled Austin onto his lap, his big hands roaming over Austin’s thick quads. "We’re in for one hell of a weekend, Monkey," Jacob muttered, his voice low and rough as he kissed Austin’s neck, feeling the hard muscle flex under his lips. Austin grinned, his hands sliding under Jacob’s shirt, feeling the ridges of his eight-pack abs. "You better be ready to keep up, Gorilla." The beachside resort was nothing short of stunning. Their penthouse suite had a massive balcony overlooking the ocean, a private plunge pool, and a bed that looked like it could fit half the Tribe. As soon as they walked in, Jacob threw Austin down onto the bed, the smaller bodybuilder’s thick legs kicking up as he laughed. "Come on, let’s hit the beach," Jacob said, stripping out of his shirt, revealing the full scope of his shredded, veiny physique. Austin followed suit, his body gleaming under the Miami sunlight that streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. As they stepped out onto the balcony, they could hear the ocean waves crashing against the shore, and for a moment, they both stood there, taking in the beauty of it all. It was a break from the grind—a chance to breathe, to enjoy each other, and to let the world melt away. --- That night, the city came alive. Jacob and Austin had dinner reservations at one of Miami’s finest steakhouses, and they made quite the entrance when they walked in, both of them dressed to kill. Jacob’s black button-down shirt clung to his massive chest and shoulders, and Austin’s tight white designer tee hugged every curve of his muscled frame. The restaurant staff couldn’t help but stare as the two handsome bodybuilders sauntered in, their presence commanding the room. Dinner was perfect—steaks so big even Jacob struggled to finish his, and wine that left them both flushed and warm. They talked, laughed, and flirted, their hands finding each other under the table as the night wore on. "Fuck, you look good," Jacob muttered, his eyes drifting down to Austin’s thick chest as the smaller man flexed just to tease him. "You’re not so bad yourself," Austin shot back with a wink. But dinner was just the beginning. The heat and pulse of South Beach electrified the night as Jacob and Austin made their way into one of Miami’s biggest dance clubs. The music hit them hard, a deep, bass-heavy rhythm that vibrated through the walls, making the floor beneath their feet hum with energy. The air inside the club was thick with sweat, lust, and the unmistakable scent of cologne mixed with musk. The club’s neon lights flashed and flickered, casting deep shadows over the writhing bodies on the dance floor. Jacob’s stormy gray eyes scanned the room, his lips curving into that cocky, confident grin that made him stand out wherever he went. At 6’0” and 330 pounds of massive muscle, Jacob was impossible to ignore. His thick wavy black hair was slicked back, and every step he took sent his thick muscles flexing under his tight, sleeveless shirt. Beside him, Austin moved with that effortless, feline grace. At 5’7” and stacked with pure, compact muscle, Austin was a walking contradiction—powerful yet elegant, his brown eyes gleaming under the flashing lights as his thick legs carried him across the floor. “Look at this place,” Jacob muttered, his voice rough in Austin’s ear. “It’s a fuckin’ jungle.” Austin grinned, his chest bouncing slightly as he flexed his pecs for no reason other than to see Jacob’s eyes flicker with desire. “Yeah, and we’re the fuckin’ kings.” The crowd parted for them without effort as they moved to the center of the dance floor. Music thumped through their bodies, but even surrounded by hundreds of people, it felt like it was just the two of them, their movements synced, their eyes locking in a dance that went beyond the beat. But as the night went on, both of them noticed someone watching. A man stood near the bar, eyes locked on them with a hunger that matched their own. Alejandro—or Ali as he went by—was impossible to miss. He was towering, a hulking Cuban beast at 6’4” and easily 300+ pounds of hard muscle, the kind of mass that came from years of dedication to the iron. His dark hair was shaved close to his head, and his skin gleamed under the club lights, his thick arms crossed over his massive chest as he watched them. His brown eyes were fixed on Jacob and Austin with an intensity that made them both feel the weight of his gaze. Austin caught Jacob’s eye, a smirk playing on his lips. “He’s lookin’ at us.” Jacob raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. “Then let’s give him a show.” They danced closer, their massive, sweat-slicked bodies moving in rhythm, their skin brushing, hands wandering. But all the while, they could feel Ali’s eyes on them, his gaze burning into their skin, and it only made them move with more hunger, more desire. Finally, Jacob caught Ali’s eye across the crowd and gave him a nod—an invitation. Ali didn’t hesitate. He crossed the dance floor with the kind of effortless dominance that only came from a man who knew he was the biggest in the room. When he reached them, the three men were already surrounded by the heavy pulse of lust and sweat, the music fading into the background. “You two are hard to miss,” Ali said, his deep voice carrying a thick Cuban accent. There was something in the way he spoke—smooth, confident, but with an edge that made it clear he wasn’t one to be toyed with. Jacob grinned, looking up at the taller man. “Same could be said for you.” Austin’s brown eyes flicked over Ali’s massive frame, admiring the thickness of his traps, the bulging veins running down his forearms. “You a bodybuilder too?” Ali chuckled, his eyes lingering on Austin’s thick legs. “I play football. Linebacker. College. Senior year.” “Figures,” Jacob said, stepping closer, his chest brushing against Ali’s. “A body like that doesn’t come without work.” The tension between them was electric, and it wasn’t long before Jacob leaned in, his lips brushing against Ali’s ear. “You interested in something more than just watching?” Ali’s dark eyes flashed with hunger as he nodded. “Hell yeah.” Jacob smirked, glancing at Austin, who was already looking up at Ali with a playful, teasing grin. “What do you think, Monkey? Should we take him back with us?” Austin pretended to consider it, his eyes flicking over Ali’s massive frame again before shrugging. “Yeah. Let’s see if he can keep up.” Without another word, Jacob grabbed Ali by the wrist, leading him off the dance floor and out of the club, with Austin trailing close behind. The night air hit them like a wave, warm and thick, as they piled into the waiting chauffeured SUV that would take them back to their penthouse suite. --- Back at the penthouse, the atmosphere was charged with raw, primal energy. The moment they stepped inside, the heat between them exploded. Clothes were torn off, shoes kicked aside, and the three massive bodies collided in a tangle of muscle, sweat, and desire. Jacob was the first to take control. He shoved Ali down onto the massive king-sized bed, his hands gripping the Cuban’s thick shoulders as he kissed him hard, their lips crashing together with a hunger that bordered on savage. Ali groaned, his hands grabbing at Jacob’s waist, pulling him closer, their huge hard cocks grinding against each other. Austin wasn’t far behind. He moved like a predator, his smaller but equally muscled body sliding between them as he pressed his lips against Ali’s neck, biting lightly as his hands wandered over Ali’s abs, feeling the deep ridges of muscle under his fingertips. “Fuck, you two are intense,” Ali muttered, his voice thick with lust as he looked between them. Jacob grinned, pulling back just enough to look down at Ali. “Just getting started, dude.” He reached down, grabbing Austin by the waist and lifting him effortlessly, positioning him between Ali’s legs. Austin smirked, his brown eyes gleaming with mischief as he slid down Ali’s massive body, his lips trailing over the Cuban’s chest and abs before he took Ali’s huge 11-inch uncut cock into his mouth, sucking him off with the same skill and intensity that drove Jacob wild. Ali groaned, his body tensing as Austin’s mouth worked him over, his hands grabbing at the sheets as he struggled to keep control. Jacob watched, his massive 13-inch cock throbbing as he saw his lover work. “That’s it, Monkey. Make him beg.” Austin’s lips tightened around Ali’s cock, his hand sliding up to cup the Cuban’s hairy balls as he sucked harder, his tongue swirling over the thick head. The musky smell from his thick pubes hit that primal spot in Austin’s brain as he continued his work. Ali’s moans grew louder, his body flexing under the pleasure. “Fuck... so hot, you’re both driving me crazy.” The air crackled with anticipation as Jacob positioned Ali, his massive frame shifting easily beneath Jacob's strength. Ali's eyes, dark and filled with a burning desire, never left Jacob's throbbing 13-inch cock. A thick pearl of pre-cum glistened at the head, a testament to the raw hunger that permeated the room. Ali's tongue darted out, a flicker of pink against his full lips, as he met Jacob's gaze. He knew what was coming, and he was ready. With a low groan, Ali opened his mouth, taking the swollen head of Jacob's cock in. The sheer size of it filled his mouth completely, stretching his cheeks. He savored the taste, the salty tang of pre-cum mingling with his own building excitement.  Meanwhile, Austin, still kneeling between Ali's legs, hadn't stopped his duties. He continued to tease Ali's engorged 11-inch cock, his lips and tongue working magic that sent waves of pleasure through the Cuban's body. He cupped Ali's heavy balls in his hand, gently squeezing and massaging them, further fueling the fire that burned between them. The night blurred into a haze of sweat, moans, and the sound of their bodies slamming together. The three of them took turns, each one getting lost in the pleasure, pushing each other to the edge and then dragging each other back, their bodies writhing together on the bed. Hours later, their muscles were sore, their bodies drenched in sweat, their cocks spent and balls drained, and the sheets were tangled around them. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard, their chests heaving as they lay there in the afterglow of the night’s intensity. --- The next morning, the sun streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow over the three muscular bodies sprawled across the bed. Jacob was the first to stir, his gray eyes flicking to the clock on the nightstand before he leaned over, kissing Austin’s forehead. “We should grab some food,” Jacob muttered, his voice hoarse from the night before. Austin stirred, blinking up at him, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “Brunch?” Jacob nodded, glancing over at Ali, who was still sprawled out beside them, his massive body taking up most of the bed. “Think he’s up for it?” Austin stretched, his thick muscles flexing as he rolled over to face Ali, running a hand down the Cuban’s broad chest. “Hey, big guy. You hungry?” Ali blinked awake, a slow grin spreading across his face as he looked between them. “I could eat.” Austin smirked, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek before sliding out of bed. “Then get your hot ass up. You’re coming with us.” They quickly rinsed the cum and sweat off and loaned Ali some shorts and a tank top and were out the door. --- The soft hum of the ocean breeze drifted in through the open windows of the sun-soaked café where Jacob, Austin, and Ali sat, each of them working through massive plates of steak, eggs, and pancakes. The morning after their wild night had brought a different energy—less primal, more thoughtful—as they sat together, the conversation turning from the heated events of the night before to more personal matters. Ali, the towering Cuban bodybuilder, sat back in his chair, his deep brown eyes scanning the ocean as the sun glinted off the water. His massive 6’4”, 300+ pound athletic frame seemed to take up the entire side of the table, his broad shoulders brushing against the back of the booth. Despite the raw masculinity that oozed from him, there was something soft in his expression now, a thoughtfulness that contrasted with the raw, animalistic presence he had exuded in the club the night before. “You mentioned you’re a football player?” Jacob asked, cutting through a slice of steak, his stormy gray eyes flicking up to meet Ali’s. Ali nodded, his lips curving into a small smile. “Yeah, linebacker. Senior year.” Austin, his compact musclebound frame relaxed in the chair next to Jacob, leaned forward, his brown eyes curious. “You planning to go pro?” Ali chuckled softly, shaking his head as he stared down at his coffee cup. “Nah, man. I’m good, but not that good. Not NFL material, anyway.” There was a beat of silence as Jacob and Austin exchanged a quick glance. Jacob raised an eyebrow. “So, what’s the plan? What comes after football?” Ali sighed, running a hand through his thick dark hair. “That’s the problem, man. I don’t really know.” He paused, his voice dropping a little as he leaned forward, “I’ve been using football to get through school. My undergrad is in Psychology. I want to keep going—get my Master’s, maybe even a Doctorate—but grad school’s expensive as hell. Without football, I’m not sure how I’m going to afford it.” Jacob’s eyes sharpened, something in Ali’s words striking a chord with him. He set his fork down, his broad chest flexing slightly as he leaned forward. “Psychology, huh? You want to be a therapist?” Ali nodded, his expression softening as he spoke. “Yeah. I want to help people. I’ve seen so many guys in football, and in life, who don’t know how to deal with their shit—whether it’s pressure, identity, whatever. I just… I want to help them figure out how to be their best selves, you know? It’s something I’ve always been passionate about.” Austin’s brown eyes softened as he listened, nodding slowly. “That’s admirable, man. Not a lot of people talk about mental health in sports and for men in general. There’s this idea that we’re all supposed to be these invincible machines.” Ali gave a half-smile, his dark eyes gleaming with understanding. “Exactly. Everyone thinks we’re just supposed to deal with it, like nothing can touch us. But that’s bullshit. I want to break that mold. I want to help guys like us, guys who feel like they’ve got to keep it all inside.” Jacob leaned back in his chair, his gray eyes thoughtful. “So the only thing standing in your way is money for grad school?” Ali nodded, his jaw tightening slightly. “Yeah. Without football, I don’t have a scholarship anymore. And… well, it’s complicated.” He hesitated, running a hand through his dark hair. “It’s not just about the money, though that’s a huge part of it. It’s…it’s about proving something, I guess.” He looked down at his hands, the calloused skin a testament to years of hard work. “I grew up in Miami, son of Cuban immigrants. My mom… she’s incredible. Came here with nothing, alone and pregnant with me, she worked two, sometimes three jobs to keep a roof over our heads. She sacrificed everything for me. She always pushed me, told me education was the key, the only way to have a better life than she had. Football was my ticket, you know? A way to get a degree, make something of myself, make her proud.” Ali’s voice softened, a hint of emotion creeping in. “She always wanted me to be a doctor, or a lawyer, something respectable. Psychology… well, she doesn’t quite get it. She thinks I should focus on something more…stable. But I’ve always been fascinated by the way people’s minds work, why they do the things they do. I want to help people, especially guys like me, guys who grow up in tough situations, who don’t have anyone to understand what they’re going through.” He looked up at Jacob and Austin, his dark eyes meeting theirs. “I know it sounds corny, maybe. But it’s the truth. I’ve seen what can happen when people don’t get the help they need. I’ve seen the way it can break them. And I don’t want that to happen to anyone else.” He sighed, the weight of his circumstances settling on his shoulders. “So yeah, the money’s a big problem. But it’s more than that. It’s about honoring my mom’s sacrifices, proving to her – and to myself – that I can make a difference. That I can build a good life, a life where I can help others build good lives too.” Austin exchanged a look with Jacob. Something about Ali’s sincerity, his drive to help others, and the glimpse into his background, struck a deep chord within both of them. They didn’t know Ali well yet, but his honesty was refreshing, and his passion for psychology and helping others, especially given his background, was something they admired. They saw the fire in his eyes, the determination that burned beneath the surface. They both knew, instinctively, that this was a man who wouldn't give up easily. Jacob cleared his throat, his eyes locking on Ali. “You ever thought about getting some guidance on that? Maybe from some people who’ve been through the same struggles?” Ali raised an eyebrow, curious. “What do you mean?” Austin leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. “We know some guys who might could help. They’re a little older, been through it, and they’ve built something pretty incredible. They’ve got connections, resources, and they’ve helped guys like us figure out our paths when we weren’t sure what was next.” Ali’s interest grew, his deep brown eyes narrowing slightly. “Who are these guys?” Jacob smirked. “Two of our mentors. Hadi and Big Ryan. They’re not just bodybuilders—they’re entrepreneurs, leaders, friends. They’ve got a lot of experience helping people figure out their next steps, and they’ve got resources you wouldn’t believe.” Ali’s eyes widened slightly, intrigue flickering in his gaze. “And you think they’d be interested in talking to me?” Austin grinned, nodding. “Absolutely. They’re always looking to help guys who’ve got drive and ambition, especially if you’re committed to helping others like you are.” Jacob leaned in, his voice low, serious. “Look, we’re not saying this is some magic solution, but they could give you some guidance. Maybe help you figure out a way to pay for school, or even introduce you to people who can open doors you didn’t know existed.” Ali sat back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. For the first time in a while, there was a flicker of hope in his eyes. “I’ve never really had anyone offer to help me like that,” he admitted quietly. “It’s usually just been me, figuring it out on my own.” Jacob reached across the table, his hand landing on Ali’s thick forearm, giving it a firm squeeze. “You’re not alone, man. Not anymore.” Austin smiled warmly, his brown eyes softening. “You’re a part of something now, whether you know it or not. We look out for each other.” Ali took a deep breath, letting the weight of their words sink in. “I’d be down to meet them,” he said finally, his voice steady but laced with gratitude. “If they’re willing to talk, I’m willing to listen.” Jacob and Austin exchanged a satisfied glance, their decision made. “Good,” Jacob said, his voice firm. “We’ll set it up. And trust me—this could be the beginning of something big for you.” Austin nodded in agreement, his hand resting on Jacob’s knee under the table as he leaned back in his chair, smiling at Ali. “We’ll introduce you to Hadi and Big Ryan. They’re the kind of guys who can help you figure out exactly what you want to do and how to make it happen.” Ali looked between the two of them, a slow smile spreading across his face as he realized that this weekend had turned into something much bigger than just a wild night. For the first time in a long time, the uncertainty about his future didn’t feel so heavy. He wasn’t sure what meeting Hadi and Big Ryan would bring, but he knew one thing—he wasn’t going through it alone. “Thanks, guys,” Ali said quietly, his voice sincere. “I really appreciate this.” Jacob grinned, his cocky smirk returning. “Don’t mention it. Now let’s finish up this food. We’ve got something really cool planned in Miami, and we’re not done having fun with you yet. If you’re up for it?”
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