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  1. Broody

    Wad

    [Hey guys, hope you like this weird one-shot] Wad Dude, I gotta tell you this crazy story. I was stoned out of my mind at this boring-ass house party. You should’ve seen the fat blunt I blazed before I got there and then as soon as I arrived I dropped some primo acid in the bathroom. The dudes at the party were all nerds with a capital NERD and there were barely two semi-hot chicks. I was about to make a move on the seven (and angry about it, a seven? I never usually dip below an eight) when I literally ran into this short dude. I bounced back a step like a rubber ball and peered down at his dumb sticker name tag. You get what I’m saying, dude? Sticker name tags? It was that kind of party. “What kind of a stupid name is Wad?” The dude cocked his head to the side and eyed me silently. “Is it short…” I stopped and giggled. ‘Cause he was short see? He didn’t laugh. “Is it short for something? Like Wade?” I giggled again. Why would you shorten a short name? Oh I get it! Because he’s short! I started laughing and snorting like a hyena. The acid was kicking in something fierce. “No,” he said. His voice was so deep the vibration of that single word made my body tingle. What the fuck? I stopped laughing and just stared at him. I realized that though this dude was short, he was jacked, man. Big boned, broad shouldered, and massively muscled. I took in the size of his pecs, turning my head slowly to the left, then right. Dude, his chest alone was wider than my whole body! His hoodie must have been an XXL or bigger and it was plastered to his skin. “Bro,” I said. “You’re huge!” “Yeah," he said. I poked his right pec with my finger. It felt like Detroit fucking steel. “Man that’s solid. You gotta give me the number of your ‘roid dealer.” He said nothing, just shrugged his melon-sized shoulders. See, what’d I tell you? Nerds! Can’t even have a conversation. Though I’d never seen a nerd as stacked as this dude before. “Great talking to you.” I rolled my eyes. “‘Scuse me tho’, I got bitches to hunt.” I nodded toward the seven, who’s name was Beth, I think? Or Bess? Was Bess a name? I stood in front of the dude pondering this, you know, that way you do when you’re stoned, and he turned to look. “Her?” he said. Something about the way he said it got my ire up. “What? I got game, bro. You think I can’t get into her pussy?” He paused and dead-ass looked me up and down. “I know you will,” he said. I grinned at him. “Four words in a row. Slow down, Wad, you’re freaking me out.” I made to move past him, but he shifted his stance and blocked my path with his brick wall of muscle. “It’s not my name,” he said. “What??” Now this dude was beginning to piss me off. I stepped up and clenched my fists, ready to go toe-to-toe with Mr Shorty, though the acid was making my vision a little blurry. “I said: It’s not my name. It’s what I do.” My hyena laugh came back. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” So guess what, dude? He showed me. *** I stared out at the partiers with the one eye I could still see out of. Most of them seemed to keep doing what they were doing: drinking, talking, flirting. Fewer people than you’d think stopped to watch a dude wad a grown man up into a ball. One skinny guy looked up from his phone: “Damn, bro, you’re strong.” What the fuck, Captain Obvious? “Yeah,” he said. “How much do you bench?” “Whatever I want." I blinked my one eye between the dude’s thick fingers. I tried to figure out where my mouth was so I could say something. “Mmmmfff!” “Bro I think he’s trying to say something,” said the skinny dude. I watched his biceps and pecs ripple under the gray fabric of his hoodie. He shifted his hands and held me up in front of his face. “What?”. “How?” I managed to gasp. “I told you. It’s what I do.” This was a circular conversation. But then, I was a ball. Fucking hilarious, right? “Well then, why?” “Some dudes need to be shown their place, y’know?” “What dudes?” “Dudes that think they can ignore me. Get wadded.” “I wasn’t… I talked to you!” “Making a move on a girl I got my eye on? Wadded.” “I didn’t know!” “Guess you do now.” “Bro, c’mon.” The skinny guy yawned and went back to his phone. Mr It’s-Not-My-Name-It’s-What-I-Do spun me on the tip of his finger like a basketball and I held together for a few seconds and then unravelled. I tumbled to the floor, put myself back together as best I could and then climbed back to my feet. Somehow he seemed taller than he did before which was weird. I mean, the whole thing was weird, right? He just stood in front of me, all jacked and indifferent, and I felt my face flush. “You feel hot or is it just me?” I said, pulling on the collar of my t-shirt. “Yeah,” he said. He unzipped his hoodie and shrugged it off his massive shoulders. Bro. Like, *bro*. I heard someone gasp like a teenage girl and then I realized it was me. He wore nothing at all underneath. I took ragged breaths as I stared like a chump at his incredible body. He had a thick muscular neck and traps that humped up nearly to his ears. His delts swelled like they’d been inflated by a tire pump. His giant pecs jumped and bounced as he scrunched up his hoodie and tossed it on a sofa. His waist was a tight shredded stack of bricks that would have broken my hand if I’d punched ‘em. The waistband of his jeans was really loose because he had to wear a bigger size to fit his damn huge quads. Despite all that he was going commando, and letting his thick, blond bush sprout out the top of the jeans. I looked back up at his face in awe. He snorted and I was shocked to feel myself skid toward him slightly, like if he’d snorted harder I would have gone up his nose like a line of coke. Then he turned and walked toward the kitchen. “Gettin’ a beer,” he said. I stared at his 747 lats and bowling ball glutes for a few seconds and then my knees wobbled and I fell into the sofa. I picked up his hoodie and held it up to see how huge it was. I stuck my arms in the sleeves and pulled it over my shoulders. It has been skin tight on him but on me it looked like I could set it up with pegs and camp in it. My eyes started to glaze over as his alpha male pheromones wafted up from the fabric. Man, I was never doing drugs again, this was such a bad trip. “Hey.” I looked up to see Bess (I think?) standing over me. “You okay?” I smiled, back in the game. “Doing better now,” I said. “I’m Ricky.” “I’m Beth,” she said as she sat down next to me. “You’re gorgeous, babe.” “Awww, thanks Ricky.” She tossed her sleek black hair, and pushed out her chest. Damn she had nice tits. “This is probably weird to say. But you smell really good.” “Thanks, Beth,” I said. “That is not even the weirdest thing someone’s said to me in the last ten minutes.” “Ha ha, you’re so funny!” She leaned into me like she was going to whisper something sexy in my ear. I watched, excited, as her tits heaved. Instead of whispering, she inhaled, her nose buried in the cotton of the hoodie. I felt her whole body quiver in lust. Hell yeah! “Wow, you really smell good,” she moaned. “I got something you can smell, babe.” Okay maybe that wasn’t my best line ever, but I was goddamn high for fuck’s sake. Just then, a heavy weight smashed into me like a 250 lb bowling ball was dropped in my lap. Everything went dark. “What the fuck?” I tried to say, but my mouth was squished flat into my face by back muscle. My thighs folded up against my chest as half my body was jammed down into the crack in the back of the sofa. “What happened to Ricky?” Beth asked. “Who’s Ricky?” The low frequency vibes from HIS deep voice battered my face even flatter. “Oh nevermind. Wow you really smell good!” I tried to roll my eyes, but that was hard to do since they were squished. “Yeah,” he said. “Ha ha, you’re so funny!” Oh my god, WHAT was I doing at a party with these morons? “That’s it I’m outta here!” I shouted, though it came out more of a mumble. Using all my strength I tried to push myself up. My forearms were the only part of my body that wasn’t squished flat by his massive back and giant thighs. I braced my elbows against the back of the sofa and pushed hard with my hands on his external obliques. This was the only part of his jacked bod I could get a grip on, since both his lats above and his glutes below flared out beyond where my stumpy half-limbs could reach. Dude, I pushed so hard but nothing happened. Fuck. He was an immovable object and being a half-man at the time, I was no irresistible force. But somehow my drug-addled brain wouldn’t admit defeat, dude. I took as deep a breath as my pancake ribcage could manage and pushed against him with all my might. I felt some movement and groaned with even more effort as my arms pushed forward. I let out a whoop when I felt my arms extend fully, but it caught in my throat when I realized everything was still dark. I hadn’t moved his damn super heavyweight physique an inch, I’d merely pushed my noodly arms around his narrow waist. They were caught deep into the groove of his swole Apollo’s Belt. All I could do was keep pushing ‘em forward. “Should I?” I thought. Dude, I’d seen enough self-loving muscle fags flexing in the locker-room mirrors to know the pot that was at the end of that rainbow. “Damn it, I’m no queer!” I burbled into a back muscle. You know, one of those ripply back muscles that wasn’t a trap or a lat and only nerds knew the name of. But a defiant, curious part of me was like: “I bet it’s tiny. I bet his dick is tiny and even tinier lost in all that muscle. I bet this Muscle Mary has a clit dick. A clit dick to match his bitch tits.” With a strangled gurgle, I pressed my entire body forward so that my arms could reach further. My head mashed into the deep canyon between his lower traps. My shoulders and upper arms folded into the undulating layers of his lats, and my lower legs twisted themselves into the corrugated muscle of his hamstrings. “Tiny dick, tiny dick!” I chanted, ignoring the pain as my rubbery hands groped into a dense grove of his pubes that scraped my skin like barbed wire. Finally my fingertips touched a squishy tube that was the size a pencil. “Yes!” I croaked “Tiny dick!” A deep, rumbly laugh pummeled my Play-Doh body, vibrating me into a sticky goo that spread even further into the crevices of his Adirondacks back. The laugh went on and on. My fingers crept forward and I felt the huge salami that lay beneath the pencil. It was just a vein. A vein running along the biggest cock ever. Not only was this dude jacked the fuck out, he was monster hung! Daaaaaamn. “This look tiny to you, babe?” he said. Bess squealed: “Oh my god!” “Let’s take this somewhere private.” The dude stood up and suddenly I could see again. It wasn’t pretty. “Strong dude!” said the skinny guy. “You got some gum or something stuck to your back.” The dude flexed and rolled his massive traps and lats but all that did was weave my bits further into him. “Help a bro out?” he said over his shoulder. The skinny guy pulled on the belt loop of my pants and I peeled away from the grinding gears of his muscle with a loud, goopy THWOCK. The skinny dude dropped me on the sofa and went back to his phone. “Oh, hi Ricky!” said Bess. “I wondered what happened to you.” I was wondering that too, but it took me a few moments to pull myself together, while the dude steered Bess toward the bedroom. I finally stood up from the sofa. When I rose to my full height I was shocked to see that I was now the same height as the short dude. Actually no, I was slightly shorter. “No,” I breathed hotly. I couldn’t be short now. “Give it back! “ I yelled as I marched over to him. You could beat a man at sports. You could fuck a man’s girl. You could even wad a man up into a ball. But you couldn’t take a man’s height. That was too much. I felt my face flush in anger. “Uh,” said Bess, “why don’t I leave you guys to work this out.” She flitted off to the kitchen. The dude turned to me, and before I even considered what I was doing, my fist swung in an arc at his face. He raised his hand sharply and caught my punch in his huge mitt. He closed his fingers tight around my clenched fist, which looked like a small child's compared to his. In fact his huge fingers were each bigger than my dick. I looked past the hand to his face. Maybe it was because I didn’t bother paying that much attention to short people, but I hadn’t noticed before how handsome he was. He had stunning green eyes flecked with gold. Blond hair buzzed into a tight fade on the sides. Major cheekbones and a stubbly, cleft chin. And a square masculine jaw, measured by the devil’s own protractor. My anger ebbed, replaced by lust. For the first time since I was a teenager I got a hard-on for a dude. He didn’t even acknowledge I’d tried to sock him, he just said: “Never tried it one handed before.” He grunted with mild effort as my fist collapsed into his hand. “What?” I said. My gaze traveled to the muscles of his forearm, which were rippling like a nest of snakes. His thick fingers extended out like a claw, then pulled inward, compacting more of my forearm into his palm. His big, meaty thumb compressed and held the wad in place while his fingers reached out for more. Dazed, I stared dumbly as my elbow got sucked in. The weird thing was, I could feel it. I could feel him exerting his strength on my body. I could feel the counter-pressure of my wadded up arm trying to burst out his palm, and it was kind of exciting, like getting a boner in too-tight briefs. As my bicep reached his hand I flexed it. Not to try to pull away, that seemed impossible, (and I wasn’t sure I wanted to). I flexed it just to see what would happen. It formed a small mound. I had never before thought of my biceps as small, but there was no doubt: the muscle at the base of his thumb was bigger. He met my eyes and held that thumb-muscle against my biceps like he was making damn sure I saw the comparison. Then he squashed it flat. As he continued packing me into his fist with the fingers of one hand, something occurred to me. “How come…” I paused, realizing my voice was hoarse. “How come there’s no pain?” He looked offended. “Dude. I’m not a psychopath.” He bit down on his lower-lip as he reached my torso; he splayed his four fingers out and they mashed the right half of it in one go. Then he extended an index finger and pressed it against the top of my thigh. My whole right leg bent backwards and his pinky finger hooked it into the wad. When he got to the pelvis he did the same trick on my left leg. I burped as a bit of gas forced its way out of my stomach. I was beginning to regret some of my choices here. “Man, sorry I punched you.” “That? First backbone you’ve shown dude,” he said as my literal backbone inched its way into his fist. “Makes me think I maybe misjudged you.” “Yeah?” He smirked. I was now just a head, arm and half-torso hanging from his hand. He leaned his head forward and I felt his hot breath in my ear. “That’s why you’re getting the extra sexy version.” My acid giggles came back, or it might have been the tickle of his lips on my ear. “No homo!” My hard cock said otherwise from somewhere within the racquetball sized mass in his hand. His pinky hooked my neck into the ball and I blindly copped a last feel of the cascading muscles of his pumped 20 inch forearm before his fist slurped up my arm like a noodle. “One handed, bro!” he whooped. He crushed me like Superman turning coal to diamond and then opened up his hand. I laid in his palm like an egg. “Now that’s a fucking WAD, man. Damn tight. I’m getting better at this.” “You are, dude!” I chirped as I blinked one eye. “Thanks, bro. Maybe you’re alright after all. Let’s go find Beth.” “I’ll be your wingman, bro.” “More like Pac Man, get it?” “Ha, ha ‘cause I’m round, right?” “You’re getting it bro.” *** It turns out, dude, that he wasn’t a nerd after all. He was just one of those guys that takes a while to warm up, y’know? “Chug! Chug! Chug!” chanted Bess and the Skinny Dude. I could hear him down the beer in barely four gulps. What a fucking stud! I popped my lips out of the wad, which he’d tucked between his pecs, and whistled. “Fuck yeah, bro,” he rumbled. “Your turn.” He flicked the cap off another beer with his thumbnail and turned it up into my mouth. At first I dribbled the liquid, coating his deep-cut eight pack with a foamy shine. “Don’t worry, I’ll lick that off later,” Bess cooed. Then I got the hang of it and swallowed again and again while the chug chant spurred me on. As the beer filled me up, more of me popped out of the wad. As I took the last gulps, my shrunken, twelve inch frame clung to the bottleneck, my legs swinging like a baby monkey at the zoo. “Good job, little guy,” he said, plucking me off the bottle and holding me up in front of his huge, handsome smile. Bess loomed over me like a beautiful giant. Look how small you are Ricky! Babe, don't drop him!” But then I belched like a linebacker at a victory party and he let go in surprise. I fell down his torso, skidding over the slick rocks of his abs into the loose waist of his jeans, and came to an abrupt stop straddling the base of his huge cock. Thank fuck it was still spongy soft or my tiny balls would have been crushed! “Aww look at him he’s so cute! Babe you’re like a kangaroo with a little joey!” said Bess as I looked up dazed from my new perch. He looked at her weird but Skinny Dude, leaned drunkenly against him. “That’s a compliment bro, those ‘roos are jacked as shit.” “Seriously? That’s cool, man.” While Skinny Dude showed him a vid on his phone of two muscular kangaroos boxing, Bess leaned over and poked my tummy like I was the Pillsbury Doughboy. I giggled to make her laugh and stared at her giant tits, but then her breathing got real heavy as her hand went lower. She felt the shaft of his soft cock between my legs. “It’s soooo big, Ricky. And he’s not even hard yet.” She winked at me like I was a co-conspirator in getting that cock in her pussy, and I started panting with lust at the image that sprung into my brain of just that, my own prick growing rock hard in an instant. “Look, babe, Ricky’s got a little boner!” she said slyly. “Yeah?” he said “Nice, bro.” I looked down at my stiff rod sticking straight out. It was dwarfed by a vein that started to fill with blood as I felt the flesh beneath my ass begin to swell. She stood up and crushed her body to his. Her soft curves molding to his stony hardness, with me caught in between. I could smell her cunt getting slick as she moaned “Fuck me!” into his ear. “Guess what bro?” he said. “Looks like we’re getting lucky.” We stumbled into a bedroom and she fell back on the mattress while he leaned against the door to close us off from the din of the party. Of its own accord, his giant cock busted open the fly of his jeans as it swelled to its full cunt-busting length. I gasped as I stared at the huge purple helmet towering over my head as his thick shaft crushed me into his navel. “Babe—“ she stuttered. “Do you have a condom?” His rumbly chuckle vibrated my bones to jelly and he plucked me up and rolled me flat between two fingers. “See, bro, I told you you’d get into her pussy.” ** Isn’t that fucked, dude? Have you ever heard a story as crazy as that? It’s all true, no word of lie. In fact, dude, I feel flushed, and jacked as shit since I left there. At first, I had a huge headache from how my head kept pounding into her cervix. Yeah bro that huge cock really filled her up to the max. And when she came, that cunt pounded back, dude. Fuck! And then he busted, filling my fucking latex ass with primo jock muscle juice. Once they fell asleep, I pried myself off that big cock and squeezed my hole to keep every bit of that stud cum in me. Fuck man, I was back to normal height in seconds! And look man, muscles like I never seen before in all my life. Feel that bicep bro, big and hard as a rock. I said feel it bro. Where do you think you’re going, you little shit? Feel that muscle I said. Who are you calling a weird ass motherfucker? I tell you a cool story and then you try to split like a chump? C’mere you. Hrgh. Hnnnn. That’s right, who’s weird now, dirtbag? Hrggh. How do you like being a ball, fucker? END
  2. Mickyh32

    Diary of A Wimpy Slave

    Hey all, trying something a little different, hope you like it!!! You can reply as if you were a character following the blog or as yourself or both lol Right.... er.....before i start in detail i must just warn that im risking ALOT doing this. I have an hour, so i will get through as much as i can until next time, hopefully their will be one! (BIG GULP) So my name is mike, im 20 and from London,UK. For the past 7 days ive been playing... no not the right word....forced.. thats better... to be my brutally fit and strong, but admittingly hot(yes, muscles make me "happy") bro's slave, worshipper and human barbell. Yes you read that correctly!! More on my bro and how it came about that he started dominating my life shortly, but its only fair that i give a little info about me just for balance. So this is me...... I know what your all thinking!! Yes, i look young for my age, family trait!! As you can see im a little athletic physically, im more a runner type guy, the brute size and strength is all my bros, again you'll find out more very soon. You would think with me using words like brutal and slave so far that my tone would be a little more worrying, frightened even, and in a way i am, as i said at the start, im risking a lot doing this, that risking lot being the difference between a hospital visit or not, if you get me. I am OWNED by my bro, everything i do has to have consent for him and yes that includes writing a live blog diary!! Any disobedience and that human barbell becomes a play thing of crushing, hitting, bending or worse. So you see why i have to be sooo careful. But, as you will find out if ive been good i get rewarded and thats where the worship part comes in, so ive learnt to take the bad with the ohh soo drool worthingly good. I know you want me to get to the nitty gritty, so here goes, but first i need to show you my master, here he is, Master, 19yr old. I can feel bulges forming and hear mouths gawping up and down the country already!! Yes my bro is a fucking beast, i mean look at those pecs, knotted forearms, bulging tris and powerful rounded shoulders. Its actually this pic that has got me to the predicament im in today, so....... Day 1 This day started and progressed like any other ordinary working day would, we said our goodbyes at the breakfast table, me in my smart wear and my (then) in the tightest tee his tradesman job could get him, i mean jeez it was a sight to see, anyway moving on, Bro always trained after work, more occupants meant more mouths to see dropping which he loved, for me it was home to feed and rest. Involved in that rest is a bit of "me time" which 10 times out of 10 involves me wanking over some hot muscle stud working out and/or posing. That night was certainly no different! This is when i made the first of my 2 , life changing , errors. When watching videos i never put my headphones in, guess what i did that night!! Oblivious to anything happening in the house then! I took a quick scroll through Insta before heading to My Muscle Video, yes you've guessed it, i fell on the above pic of my Master! Screw MMV this was my wank material for the night, already fully tented i started tugging away, all sorts of scenarios running in my head of what i do with that body, getting close to eruption point.......A shadow loomed over me, i felt a strong hand grasp my shoulder, im spun round in my chair, there stood before me, muscles bulging out of a under armour base layer tee, i moaned out loud! I looked up, my bros rugged face one of shock but growing authority, by this point it was too late, the wet patch had appeared very clearly. i threw my headphones off and apologised as many times as i could. I still remember the deep commanding reply, "GET UP!!" Like i was in a trance i got up, head bowed, i couldn't face facing him, without knowing id already kinda started my sub journey. "LOOK AT ME!!" i remember him barking. Again head straight up, crossing his huge arms over his bulging pecs. fuuuuuck what a sight, he demanded to know why i was wanking over his gym pic! Stupidly i started by trying to deny it, big mistake, cue him getting his phone out, going on his insta to that post and shoving it in my face, i went redder then red! The combo of the music and my loss of inhibitions had made me totally forget who he was, i had commented with a PHHWWOARR, a drooling emoji, hot emoji and yes the aubergine one!! SHIT!!!!! I couldn't lie now!! i sank to my chair, and felt it best to come straight out with it, ( exact words may have been different) " i've always found your muscles attractive bro, i like fit guys in general, there are loads at my running club and work, b.b.b.b.bbuut ive never seen anything like yours, you look so big, powerful, dominant and.........(big revealing sigh) HOT! PPPLease dont tell anyone or hurt me!!" The hurt me bit, hmmm, yes i knew my bro could snap me in half easily but just his whole physical presence and aura told me that if i was a stranger id have had the beating works!! So i covered my back as it were. "ON YOUR KNEES!!" i was down in a split second, i remember looking up and seeing him flare his lats, fuuuck they spread like cobra wings and blocked out the above light. " SO YOU LIKE MY MUSCLES DO YOU BRO??" My head like a nodding doll. I watched as he crouched down to my level, placed a caloused couple of fingers under my chin, damn they felt rough, tilted my head up and looked directly in my eyes, i still remember the shiver going through me, SLAP, his other hand connects hard with my cheek, " If you dont want your sick little secret to get out to your friends then your gonna have to be my little skinny muscle slave, understand!!" I was a quivering wreck i somehow put the correct response together in reply. i was went on to be told that i was now his, i would do everything for him, cook, wash, shop, get his supps ready, everything you could think of i now had to do for him going forward, all this to stop my muscle lust for him getting out! "AND ITS NOW MASTER, BOY!!!" There it was the confirmation that i was now officially his slave, no longer would i be calling him bro. "yes Master!" it felt strange but right to have said that. My master then stood up, his new found authoritivness oozing out of him, he peeled his tee off and threw the sweaty fabric in my face, OMG the smell was intoxicating, i breathed it in like was the last scent on earth, i recall moving it all over my face not wanting to miss out any part of that tee, after what felt like a lifetime i liftted my head up, "ttthank you master that was incredible, you smell amazing!!" I got up, before i could take a breath my head was getting thrust towards what i can only describe as a magnificent deep sweaty hairy cavern. My head easily getting manouvered in the pit, the sweat was covering my face like drizzly rain, sniffing, licking, cleaning as i go. My head was lifted out, staring at me was a huge solid peak of muscle, "WHOOAHHHHH" thats the clean version!! Master was only half way through the first syllable of WORSHIP and i was already hands on that impressive arm, my god it felt warm and as hard as steel, my futile attempts at trying to dent it was met with a loud laugh and FUCKING WEAK BOY!!" I agreed without hesitation. Master then pushed me away, i fell against the wall. " thats all you deserve for now boy, now go and cook my food now while i shower!!" I quickly ran out and down stairs, my cock fully tenting again, but i didnt touch it as i wasnt given permission , i could have erupted soo much too!!! Anyway nothing really much happened of note after that, after i had cooked his food i was ordered to my room and told to stay there till morning as master was having friends round, and if i came out or downstairs then.....(master crackibg thick neck and knuckles!) you get the picture. Right i better leave it here as my master will be home soon and i have a 2500kcal meal to prep for him. Fingers crossed i can tell more tomorrow. Let me know what you think of my predicament!!
  3. HimboEnjoyer

    Brocurious! Chapter 2-3 (added chapter 3)

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

    Brocurious! Chapter 1

    My best friend Mike shares My whole life with me. We both grew up in the same small town, the same neighborhood, to be exact. As lame as that sounds, Mike is like a brother to me. He has been with me through every major life event and has always had my back, something my parents had not. We did not only share the same experiences at school but also at home, with our parents being too busy with work. We took care of each other. Mike never made me feel alone or helpless. After we finished high school, we both decided to study together. Thanks to the help of our football coach, we managed to land the same scholarship. We've been top players and even managed to impress other team coaches. Sometimes I feel bad about what we did cause both me and Mike got into using performance-enhancing drugs. But then I remind myself of where we are and don't mind that we cheated along the way. We stopped using when we turned 19, with the positive effects still visible on our bodies. It also helps that the girls on campus get crazy about our bodies and that we can intimidate most guys with just our physique. Since the start of the semester, I've been inside more girls than I can count. My dick has been getting solid workouts. Mike, on the other hand, quickly found himself a girlfriend. Jessica. She's chill, which is great cause I can spend time with Mike and her without getting annoyed. Not many girls have the balls that Jessica has. Mike says we turn into bullies when I'm with her cause we like to fuck around with him. We always laugh it off in the end. Some time ago, Mike started acting shy around me, so I asked him what was wrong. He told me it was about him and Jessica. More specifically, their sex life. After asking him what was wrong, he turned all red in his face, which was very unlike him. Then he asked me if there was something wrong with him with Jessica being more dominant in bed and their relationship. His words caught me off guard, but I kept my composure. I told him he shouldn't worry and that nothing was wrong with it. I did not expect him to be the guy who likes dominant women, but what did that matter? Our conversation ended quickly. After that, I couldn't help but notice how nervous he got when I tried to tease him about that topic, so I stopped. A couple of days passed, and Mike approached me after a workout session in the gym locker room. We were all alone and surrounded by musky air. At this point, the smell of manly sweat is more common to me than fresh air. When Mike approached me, he was practically shaking. Worried, I put my hand on his strong shoulder. He hasn't changed out of his spandex shirt yet. I gripped him tightly, feeling the material and his muscles. Call me weird, but I love the sensation of tight clothing against my skin. Anyways, Mike looked at me concerned, and boom! He straight-up told me that Jessica wants to play with his ass. Just like that. And the funny thing is, I didn't feel like this was unnecessary information. We have been telling each other everything our whole life. It was just weird that he was so nervous about it. He continued on about how she has brought up the idea, how she told him it would turn her on and that he had such a great ass. I smiled at him and jokingly said that I agree with Jessica. Not the first time I joked about Mike's big-ass. He has a dump truck back there! Mike backed away from me a little. Why was he like this? He got mad at me for not taking him seriously. I told him to chill and to go for it if he wanted to. A lot of straight guys do ass-play with their girlfriends. Some guys even told me about girls rimming them and how good it felt. Mike did not seem convinced by what I was saying. He told me he didn't know how to try this thing out with Jessica. Then someone walked in on our conversation. We continued to pack our bags in silence. And well... Fast forward a couple of days, and Mike was about to ask me something I thought I would never hear. "Bro, can you pause the game for a sec? I wanna talk." I paused the screen as a zombie was about to kill me anyway. "What's up buddy?'' Our couch squeaked as the leather adjusted to Mike's weight. He straightened his back and started fumbling with his hands. It is rare to see a big guy like him get so nervous. Mike took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Now I was getting nervous. ''Dude, it's... It's about that thing with Jessica again." ''Yeah, what about it?'' ''I'm gonna do it... I wanna do it! For her, you know!'' ''OKAY, MAN! That's... That's great?!'' ''No, listen, dude! I need your help." ''Oh? Okay? I mean... with what?" ''Fuck! It is so embarrassing." Mike started rubbing the back of his neck. His gaze shifted away from mine. ''Spit it out, buddy! Hey, it's just me! You know you can trust me!'' He seemed to calm down a little. ''Okay! I don't know what to do, man! With my ass, I mean. I have never used it for any play. That freaks me out a bit... So I've been playing around lately. You know? Touching my butt while jacking off, putting a finger against my hole in the shower, stuff like that... That will not prepare me though! It will be so different when Jessica does it to me. And you know, I want to be ready. Otherwise, I can't bring myself to go there with Jessica.'' ''Woah... Okay! I need some clarification here, bro. What do you want my help with then?'' ''Look! I trust you, and you are the ONLY one who could help me with this. I've been thinking about how to prepare for this kind of feeling. Please don't freak out!'' ''Duuuddeeee! Spit it out already! I won't freak out, promise! I'm no chicken." I puffed up my chest. ''So... can you like, play with my ass a little?" WHAT!? ''We could, like, play out a scenario of how it will go down with Jessica. I think that would help me a lot, man! Just... I need to see how it feels when someone else plays with my ass. Then I will know how to react to it, you know?'' Fuck! No, I did not know! I was freaking the fuck out on the inside right now and trying desperately hard to hide it. ''Mike, I... I want to help you... You know you can always count on me, but... That is kinda gay, man! Fuck!'' Mike drew his gaze back to me again. He had an earnest look to him. "No, it's not, dude! You are gay for thinking that! Why would you say that? I'm doing it for Jessica. That is the only reason. I thought you would get that." I grabbed Mike's arm as he tried to stand up from the couch. This was so fucked up. I was getting angry at Mike for some reason. I wanted to be the best bro I have always been to Mike. It felt like I was experiencing turbulences in my stomach! Then another feeling overcame me. Determination? Suddenly I felt challenged to a competition I was not going to lose! ''Hey! Hey! Dude, sorry! I didn't mean that. You are right. That is not gay. We can try it. Let's go! I can even do it right now. Pfff! Why the fuck not!'' Mike looked up at me. I was still holding his arm. "Remember when we were kids...Hah! At my dad's lake house. When you told me you were scared to jump from that cliff! You were so embarrassed to tell me that... And we promised then that we always tell each other what scares us and face it together. That was after we jumped into the lake together and you said it was the best day of your life. I'm keeping that promise!'' A big grin appeared on Mike's face. Bingo! ''Thanks, Man! Again, you are the only one I can trust with this." ''Sooo...do you want to do it now?'' ''OH! Yeah... sure. Just let me go wash up." And just like that, the door to the bathroom slammed shut, and Mike was gone. Just then, the realization of what was about to happen hit me. Was I about to play with my best friend's ass? A guy's ass!? That feeling in my stomach was getting unbearable again! I had to calm down! Mike might get uncomfortable again and think that I am gay. But I am not, so maybe this won't be so weird. Heck! Mike has a bubble butt. I will treat it like a girl's ass. NO! Maybe, I shouldn't! What if it reminds me too much of a girl's ass and makes me horny?! God! What was I saying? Suddenly the door of the bathroom opened again. Mike stepped out wearing a different set of black shorts and a grey t-shirt. We both stared at each other without saying a word. Mike got to the couch. ''Okay, bro! Let's get it done!" He exhaled deeply. ''Ehm... You wanna do it on the couch?" I asked, my voice shaky. ''Yeah, it will be comfy, I guess." Mike clapped his hands together. "Okay, so... Can you pretend to be Jessica from now on? Do what you'd think she'd do to me next!" Our couch squeaked again. Mike got on but with his back facing me. He was on his knees now. My eyes immediately darted to the enormous ass sticking out in front of me. I couldn't help it! It looked so much bigger than usual. What the fuck was happening right now? ''God damn, Mike!" I winced. "What?" he tilted his head back swiftly. ''Nothing... your butt looks so big! Cheeked up! On a Thursday afternoon like that?'' ''Stop fucking around, bro! Let's get to it, please. I'm nervous." It didn't seem so hard to pretend I was about to touch a girl's ass anymore. "So you want me to...?" "Do it, bro! The whole point is for you to take action, so I know what it feels like." The sight in front of me was weird, but I was strangely intrigued. Oh, Mikey! I put both my hands on the big globes in front of me. Mike jumped up a bit. Fuck! Mike's ass felt warm and firm in my hands. It felt good. Just like groping a girl. A thick one! I started feeling him out. The material of his stretched-out shorts caressed my fingers. I swallowed hard as I grabbed the fabric at Mike's waist. "I'm gonna pull your shorts down now, Mike." ''Yeah..." Shit! He wasn't wearing any underwear! My jaw dropped as I suddenly realized id exposed my buds bare ass. It was still a bit wet from the shower. I didn't know he was hairless like that. It looked kinda nice; I couldn't lie. ''Woah! Could have warned me you had no underwear on." "Bro, didn't you notice? You were grabbing my butt so hard!'' I didn't know what to reply to that. ''So, should I just touch it now?'' ''Ehm... duh! What are you waiting for? I will kill you if you are fucking with me again, bro! Not right now, please." Oh, Mike! I wasn't in the mood for pranks right now. Not at all! I wanted to get my hands back where they belonged. So there I went. I was feeling my buddy's bare ass, fascinated at that point. It felt like a girl's ass. I couldn't help but lean in closer as I massaged the perfect muscles in front of me. I think Mike moaned as I touched him. ''Fuck, dude! This feels funny. Haha!'' He sounded nervous. ''No homo, bro, but your ass feels kinda good! I can touch it more often if you'd like, haha!'' "Shut up, bro!" I relaxed, hearing Mike laugh. ''Just saying! I could give you some glute massages after our workouts once in a...'' Oh, fuck! I accidentally glimpsed at Mike's hole as I was massaging his cheek! It was pink, like a pussy, and hairless? ''You good, bro?" Mike turned his head to me. ''Ehm... yeah, yeah! Just sorry; I just saw your hole, bro! It was kinda weird.'' ''Well, what did you expect to see? Besides, get used to seeing it. You still didn't even touch it! I already shaved down there for Jessica, don't worry.'' He wanted me to play with his hole! I did not know that! I thought that Mike just wanted me to touch his butt, but he also meant his hole. Jessica wants to do anal play with him! Why did I forget that? The craziness of this situation hit me again. ''Oh yeah... okay, bro! So I will touch your hole now, I guess.'' I had no idea what to say. Mike took a deep breath. ''Do it! I'm ready! I'm no pussy!'' Fuck it! I spread his cheeks apart and exposed his pink hole to me. Fuck! He was all smooth down there. Mike's ass was still wet from the shower. I had to touch it now. Wanted to. It looked so inviting. But it was just curiosity! Nothing else. Mike twitched as I pressed my finger against his hole without warning. Then I started playing with his ass lips a bit, spreading them a little. They felt like very tight pussy lips. "You okay back there, bro?" Mike suddenly asked. "EHEM! Yeah, bro! You?'' ''Sure, your fingers are a bit cold, though. Are you going to put them in now?" Huh? Oh fuck! Oh fuck! My brain stopped working at this point. "Okay... I'm... I'm gonna put them in!'' ''Okay, just be gentle...and don't forget the spit." ''You... You want me to use spit?" "Of course, dumbass! I don't want to get hurt. You never fingered a girl? Put some spit on your fingers!" Mike spat in his hand, and I watched as he smeared it on his hole, touching my fingers in the process. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Then I put my fingers in my mouth and back against his pussy... no I mean ass! And Pop! Just like that, I slit my finger in. Mike's wet insides started squeezing around it. So moist. He screamed suddenly! "OUHHHH! Fuck! BRO!'' I froze. ''You could have warned me!'' "Sorry! Sorry!'' My finger was still inside his hole. ''Go slow now, please.'' I watched Mike's face grimace as I started to push in slowly. His warm insides engulfed my finger more and more. I was transfixed by my finger entering my bro's butt. ''OOOhhhhhAAAAhhhhh!'' fuck. ''Ahh Ahh AAAAAA!'' squelch. ''OH!" My finger was in now. ''I'm all in, bro! You took my whole finger!" ''Hah! I did it! I knew I could... Here we go! You like that, Jessica?" What the fuck? I looked at Mike in confusion and noticed he had shut his eyes. Does he want me to go along with this? Was this roleplay now!? ''You want to finger me, Jessica? Wanna play with my hole, babe?'' I felt my heart stop for a second as he said that, and then I realized. I was fucking hard! I was tenting! Oh no! What the fuck! It was getting harder to breathe. My fingers were still playing with the hole in front of me, but now I could feel it. The tightness in my pants. Oh my god! My bro made me hard! Was I gay? A panic arose in me, but instead of killing my boner, it amplified the feeling! What was going on? ''Move it, bro! I have to feel it!" My head was about to explode, so I started mindlessly fingering away. In and out of my bro's big butt. My finger looked so tiny between his ass cheeks. I was getting into a rhythm now, Mike's ass moving slightly with my movements. He was so tight! MY GOD! I couldn't help but think how it would feel around my dick. Why did I think about that? Oh no! I could feel my dick getting harder! I wanted to pull it out of my pants now! My finger slipped out of Mike's wet hole with a pop. He pulled his shorts back up quickly. I watched in disbelief as he got up and disappeared into the bathroom again. My finger was wet, and my dick was still twitching. I rubbed my crotch a little, the image of Mike's ass not leaving my head. Then I put my wet finger to my face and took a sniff. The smell of salvia, sweat, and sex hit me. It was so good, fuck! Who knew a man's ass smelled this good? I was about to pull my dick out of my pants when I realized what I was doing. Shit! What the hell was wrong with me?! I'm not gay! I stormed off to our kitchen and drank some cold water, hoping it would quench my thirst and horniness! Thankfully it did, and I got back to the couch once I calmed down, looking around the room for Mike. ''Bro, are you okay in there?" The bathroom door slammed open again, and I jumped up in shock. Mike got out all red in his face. ''Sorry, I... had to hide... I... I got a boner, man. It felt quite good, and just like that, you know? I just stormed off because I didn't want you to see.'' ''It's okay, bro! Not like I haven't seen your dick before! Don't worry." An awkward silence filled the room again. ''Well... That was wild, Mike! Can't believe we did that.'' ''Yeah, it was crazy... Thanks for this, bro. You helped out a lot.'' ''I got you, man!'' ''Just one more thing...'' Oh god, what now? ''Could you take a pic of me? Well, my ass, I mean. I want to send it to Jessica. She might like it. It's hard to take a pic of your butt, you know? Haha!'' I dropped my shoulders in relief that it wasn't something as crazy as we did before. ''Sure! I have my phone in my pocket. How you wanna do it?" ''Ehh. I will just get down here on the floor on all fours... Like this! Let me just pull my shorts down again.'' Mike was a big bull. Seeing him in front of me like that while I was sitting on the couch fucked with my head. I never thought id see something like this. Something told me to go over to Mike again and smack his ass, but I didn't. Somehow he looked good on the floor like this, like he belonged there. I pointed the camera at him, trying to capture his whole frame, which was not easy. ''Okay, Mike. Spread your butt cheeks with your hands. I'm sure Jessica would like to see that hole.'' ''Okay... like this?'' There it was! ''Yeah, just like that, bud!'' I couldn't help but admire the pink hole. It looked tight and wet, still covered in Mike's and my spit. The camera clicked. ''All done! I will drop the pics to your phone.'' ''Thanks again!" Mike got up and dressed. His face wasn't red anymore. ''Just make sure to delete that shit, bro!'' ''Sure! Who do you think I am? A perv?'' ''Ehmmm, yeah! You just took a pic of my butt. HAHA!'' And fingered you... Mike playfully punched me in the chest. "Stop!'' I punched back! ''No, I will delete it for real. How often should I say that you can trust me.'' ''Best bros?!'' ''BEST BROS!'' We shook hands and did the usual embrace, our little thing. I had to take a shower after whatever had just happened. Mike went out to meet Jessica. He thanked me again and told me he was prepared for her to do anal play with him. I jokingly warned him not to get pregnant. Well! That's that! I didn't know yet that things were about to get even wilder. After my shower, I sat on the toilet and took out my phone. There it was, Mike's ass pic. I sent it to his phone but stopped myself just as I was about to delete that picture. His ass looked even better in the picture than in real life. How was that possible? I zoomed in on Mike's hole and licked my lips. The memory of my finger getting in and out of his ass returned. So did the sensation in my crotch. My dick started to rise. Something inside me wanted me to see him in that position again. On all fours, with an exposed and fuckable hole. This time though. I would pull my dick out and ram it inside Mike's hole. Out of curiosity. His ass would probably feel so tight! I would start pushing into him just like my finger did. He would turn his head and look at me in shock, asking me what the fuck I was doing. I would start fucking him harder, saying... FUCK! NO! What was I thinking again? I covered my dick, deleted the picture, and ran to bed. This time my dick wasn't going down. I had to jerk off. I tried to think of the last pussies Id fucked as I beat my meat and finally came all over my sheets. Fuck Mike, what have you done to me? As I tried to close my eyes and sleep, I could only think about Mike and Jessica. Between remembering what I was doing to Mike, I was imagining what Jessica was doing to him right now. Was she fingering him as I did, are they maybe using a dildo? UGH! Why was I thinking about Mike having sex with Jessica? And then it hit me. Was what I did with Mike considered sex? Did he cheat on Jessica with me? Was he cheating on ME right now? I was going crazy. Nothing would make me stop thinking about Mike, so I went for a midnight run. I pushed myself harder than before, wanting my whole body to burn. The sensation had to be strong enough to make me stop thinking about everything. The next day everything was back to normal. Practice. Gym time. More practice. And a night out with the boys from our team. Surprisingly, I did not feel the need to talk to Mike about what happened. The only change in our relationship was that I was making even more jokes about his butt than before. I was so glad I had a bro like Mike in my life. We really could do anything together! Everything between Mike and me was just how it had always been. Besides one little thing. I caught myself checking out Mike's ass. More than once. But that wasn't important. The only thing that mattered was that we could continue living together as before. That was until Mike approached me again. "Bro, can you help me with something again? Jessica... she wants to fuck me with a strap-on." ''Woah! Are you okay with that?" Mike looked up at me with concerned eyes. ''Yeah, I am. Do you think it is weird?'' ''No, dude, a lot of guys do it with their girlfriends. It is supposed to feel good, and many chicks are into that stuff too.'' ''That’s what Jessica told me too. Man, after getting into all this butt play… I’m starting to like it. I want to go further. But… Can you just help me with this, one last time? I will never again ask you any weird favors after this.'' I patted my bed and made room for Mike to sit next to me. The bed creaked and thumped against the wall due to the impact of his weight. Mike avoided my gaze. ''It’s the same issue I had last time. After you helped me out last time, my anxiety was gone. I was confident I could please Jessica the right way, you know? It’s mostly about her. I am doing this for her.'' My stomach started tingling in anticipation. It was that weird feeling again. I pushed Mike playfully away from me. ''So what do you want me to do? You want me to, like, put a dildo up your trunk?'' Just as I asked, an image appeared in my mind. Mike was on his knees, moaning as he thrust his ass up and down a big pink dildo. I never thought I would think of my best friend as a dildo slut. Wait a minute! Inserting a toy in a guy's ass that imitates another guy's penis might be kinda gay. ''No. That is not it exactly.'' Mike's words brought me back to reality. ''I want you to… I want your…'' His face turned red, and he looked at me with pleading big eyes. ''I want you to fuck me as Jessica would. Just… I don’t think you will need a strap-on.'' Was Mike saying what I think he was saying !? He put his hands against my chest. His expression turned to shock. ''Please don’t freak out! It’s not what it sounds like! I’m not gay! It’s for Jessica! I’m doing it for Jessica!'' Mike searched my expression, waiting for an answer, but I was still collecting my thoughts. He looked worried now, almost sad. ''I’m sorry. You were the only one I could ask. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I went too far.'' His hands left my chest. Those words felt like a punch to my stomach. It was the brotherly instinct I had that wanted to reassure Mike instantly. Before I could say anything, I lost myself in his eyes. I’ve never seen something like this. When I looked into Mike's eyes, I saw myself. I saw us… As kids playing in our backyard, I saw Mike crying in my bed at night as his parents fought, I saw the joy on his face as we won our first football game, but I also saw a boy who needed me. A man so strong and big but so small, tender, and scared. I wasn’t thinking about what I was saying anymore. Mike’s eyes lured me into doing what he needed me to do for him. That was all that I wanted to do next. ''Mike… It’s fine. Don’t apologize! I can help you. I will always help you out! You’re my best bro!'' He smiled in relief, and I smiled seeing his smile. Mike swiftly looked up to the ceiling as if he was about to thank god for what I had just said. ''Thanks, Bro.'' ''Stop thanking me, Bro!'' I pushed him away again, this time harder. He got up and went to the bathroom without saying anything. My god, how many times will he disappear in there? My hands started to get sweaty as anticipation built up in my body. Why is it that we don't know what to do with our bodies when we are nervous? I started to fumble with my hands, shifted around on my bed, coughed and scratched my head. Good thing no eyes were on me because I must have looked like a complete idiot. Then I stopped moving around. All I could hear was the sound of our shower running. Mike was cleaning himself up. He was getting ready for me! So is this about to happen? What am I supposed to do? How was I supposed to prepare myself for my straight bro asking me for dick! That's right! Mike asked me to fuck him! He wants me to stick my dick up his ass! Instead of thinking about how gay that was, I started thinking about Mike and what he was probably doing under the shower. I pictured the same physique I saw in the gym showers under our shower. Water running down Mike's thick back down to his feet. The stream getting interrupted by the mountain that was his ass, disappearing between his crack and sliding against the cave that was his deep hole. The thought of me entering got me excited. Discovering an unexplored area might be scary, but excitement and curiosity overcome fear. I rubbed my growing stiffy through my pants. Then the room got completely silent. Mike must've finished showering. My whole body froze. Panicked, I pulled out my phone. I did not want Mike to come out of the bathroom to find me all horned up! It felt like hours before he opened the bathroom door, wearing just his white socks and underwear. He scratched his balls through the white fabric. I wanted to do something, say something, anything! ''Damn, Bro! You've gotten even bigger. Your pecs look huge!'' Mike smiled and started flexing for me. ''Jessica loves them. She calls them milkers. HAHA'' I laughed, but it sounded wrong. Mike cleared his through and got on the bed next to me. We both stared at each other without saying anything. I could swear I saw Mike peek at my crotch for a sec. Thank god I wasn't hard anymore. He broke the silence. ''Are we gonna do this or what?'' ''Oh yeah! Sure, sure!'' My fly basically opened on its own, and I started yanking my pants off like they were the most annoying thing in my life right now. ''Hey, there, buddy! No rush!'' I failed at trying to laugh his comment off. Why was I like this? I was, sitting in my underwear, watching my best friend pull his underwear off in front of me. Mike's dick and balls were on full display now. ''We should measure our dicks sometime again. I bet mine is still bigger.'' Mike scoffed at me. ''Well, duh! It’s not like my dick just magically grew.'' He took his dick in his palm and stroked it a bit. ''Anyways! I don’t care about my dicks length anymore. It’s fine, just as is!'' Something compelled me. I pulled my dick out of my underwear, presenting it to Mike. ''You’re just saying that to make you feel better! I know you wish it was as big as mine!'' Mike looked at my dick as I slapped it against my stomach. ''Fuck you! At least my dick doesn’t have a stupid curve like yours.'' ''Sorry! It’s too damn big to stand up straight.'' My dick had a slight curve, but it was barely noticeable. Kinda weird for Mike to point that out. Enough about my dick. ''I should probably get hard, right?'' ''Yeah, that will be necessary. Should I put on some porn?'' ''I’ll do it! I have my phone here.'' I realized my hands were shaking as I searched for porn on my phone. I decided to pick something I recently watched and dropped it onto our tv. Moans filled the room as a video of a girl getting fucked by two personal trainers showed up on the screen. ''Ehm, so…how do you want to do this?''
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    Muscle House - Part 2

    Part 1 Part 2 – House Tour Joey and his new muscle bros guzzled their celebratory protein shakes, or at least Joey tried to. He struggled to ingest the one-gallon shake, while Bruno, Damon, and Hunter chugged them easily. He marveled at how quickly they finished, as they slammed down their jugs, wiped their mouths, and smacked their muscle guts in delight. “C’mon Joey, you gotta drink that whole thing,” demanded Bruno. Joey blushed. “It’s too much, I don’t know how you guys do it.” Bruno chuckled. “If you wanna get big, you gotta down it. Let me show you bro.” He moved in front of Joey and held the jug to his mouth. “Open wide bro.” Joey opened his mouth while Bruno started to pour the shake into it. “Chug! Chug! Chug!” they chanted while Joey swallowed mouthful after mouthful. Joey nearly choked, but he managed to drink the whole thing. “Fuck yeah bro!” they cheered and smacked him on his newly distended belly. His stomach was bloated, but he felt amazing. “Good job bro! Now let’s give you a tour of the place,” said Bruno. “You’ve seen the living room, and this obviously is the kitchen and dining room.” Tubs of protein powder lined the counters and a vast array of supplements and packaged foods stuffed the pantry. “We spend a lot of time here eating and cooking. We do meal prep on Sundays.” He opened the gigantic fridge door to reveal a mountain of meal containers and other food jammed inside. Joey gulped at the amount of food these guys ate and that he was about to eat. “I know it looks like a lot of food bro, but you’ll get used to it after a while. You’ll even get hungry for it.” “Let’s go upstairs to the bedrooms bro.” Bruno led the way, waddling along as his massive thighs moving around each other and his huge glutes bounced up and down. Joey’s cock throbbed at the sight. When they reached the top of the stairs, Bruno opened the first door. “So, this is will be your room bro.” Joey stepped in and was hit with that same scent of testosterone from before, making his cock twitch. The room was fully furnished and the walls were covered with pictures of bodybuilders, all flexing and posing. A few dumbbells laid on the floor. Dirty jockstraps and posers were strewn about the bed. “Sorry about the mess, bro. The guy living here just turned pro and had to move out real quick to go work with his new sponsor. So, he didn’t have time to take a lot of his things. We’ll clean it up before you move in.” Joey walked around the room, his cock getting hard at the sight of it all. “That’s ok, bro. You can leave it. I’ll take care of it.” “Sure bro!” Bruno responded. “C’mon, I’ll show you the other rooms.” They made their way down the hall and peered into the next doorway. The smell of testosterone was even thicker in there. “This is Damon and Hunter’s room.” It looked almost identical to the last room, complete with bodybuilder pics, weights, and dirty posers. “I thought everyone got their own room here,” Joey inquired. “There’s only three bedrooms and they don’t mind sharing. Helps on rent and bills and stuff,” replied Bruno. Joey noticed that the room only contained one bed. But it was a California king, so it looked like they could both fit in it. Further down the hall, they passed the bathroom. “This is the upstairs bathroom. We all share it, but there’s another one downstairs if you need it.” It looked normal enough, but Joey did notice a lot of syringes and vials on the counters. Was that what he thought that was? “And over here is my room.” Bruno turned sideways to fit through the doorway and entered. Joey followed, but without having to turn. The testosterone smell was the strongest here. Joey felt weak in the knees. The room was similar to the others, but larger. A massive bed sat on one wall and a platform surrounded by full length mirrors sat on the other. “What’s that for?” asked Joey, pointing to the platform. “Oh, that’s for posing practice. You can see yourself at all angles with the mirrors. Check it out.” Bruno tore off his tank, stood on the platform and struck a front lat spread. His hands set firmly at his waist, he spread his thick lats wide, grunting as he did so. Joey’s dick pushed hard against his jeans, making a visible tent. Bruno didn’t seem to notice as he was admiring his own muscles in the mirror. “Fuck bro, that’s fuckin’ sick! Come feel how fuckin thick my wings are!” Joey couldn’t believe what he heard and froze in place. “Bro, get over here and feel how big my lats are!” Bruno ordered. Joey obeyed and hurried over. He tentatively reached out and put his fingers on Bruno’s lats. They felt hard and dense, without an ounce of fat. “Go on, really feel them!” Bruno flexed harder with a deep grunt. Joey’s cock was throbbing as he squeezed Bruno’s muscles. They felt so strong and tough. He wanted to lick them. “Yo, Bruno! It’s time to train!” shouted Damon from downstairs. “Be right down, bro!” replied Bruno. “Looks like I can show you the last part of the house, bro.” “What’s that?” Joey removed his hand from Bruno’s body and adjusted his cock in his pants. “Our basement gym.” Bruno smiled cockily as they headed downstairs. Next - House Gym
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    Muscle House - Part 1

    Muscle House Part 1 – House Hunting Joey was starting his second year of college but wanted to live off-campus instead of in the dorms. While searching the want ads, he found a listing that caught his eye. “House full of muscle bros looking for a fourth roommate. Have own private room but must be willing to share in household duties and supplies. Don’t have to be huge, but must be into bodybuilding. Chill, laid-back vibe here. Open house today from 2-4.” Joey was intrigued with the idea of living with all muscle bros. He loved working out and was attracted to muscular guys. But he wasn’t very big, let alone the size of a bodybuilder. He wondered if they would even consider him. But, he decided to swing by the open house and check it out. He nervously climbed the steps and timidly knocked on the door. Heavy footsteps approached from the other side. The door swung open to reveal a huge, muscular bro wearing a sports tank, gym shorts, and a backwards baseball cap. A dopey smile crossed his square jawed face as he greeted Joey in a deep voice. “Hey bro! You here for the open house?” “Uh, yeah,” he mumbled while standing awkwardly. “All right, man! Come on in!” the bro bellowed as he flexed an arm. “Name’s Bruno!” “I’m Joey.” He anxiously entered while eyeing Bruno’s hard, dense bicep. As he moved into the entryway, the intoxicating smell of testosterone hit his nose. The hormone filled his lungs, making him feel light-headed and dizzy. He steadied himself for a second and then walked into the living room. Two other big muscled bros were lounging on enormous couches while watching a bodybuilding show on tv. They were dressed similarly to Bruno and displayed his same dopey expression. Their glazed eyes were glued to the oiled-up bodybuilders on the screen while they mindlessly flexed their pecs. “Hey bros, this little bro here is Joey,” announced Bruno. They snapped to attention and turned their thick heads to look at Joey. “That’s Damon and Hunter.” “Sup man!” they boomed while each flexing an arm. Joey stared at their swollen biceps. His cock started to twitch at the sight of all that muscle. They both turned back around and refocused on the bodybuilding show. “So, you into bodybuilding bro?” asked Bruno, looking Joey up and down. Joey never felt so small in his life. These bros were giants compared to him. “Uh, yeah. I mean, I’m obviously not a bodybuilder, but I follow it. And I like to work out. I know I’m not that big, but…” Joey trailed off. “Hey man, you look good for your size. Let’s see your guns.” Joey stood there blankly. “C’mon man, flex your bicep.” Slowly, Joey raised his arm and meekly flexed his arm. Bruno reached out and grabbed Joey’s small, but defined bicep with his big meaty hand. “Squeeze it tighter, let me really feel it bro.” Joey flexed harder, making his bicep swell up and harden. “Nice bro. You’ve got a good base. If you lived here, we could help you get bigger.” “Really?” Joey’s face lit up. “Oh yeah, bro. We could help you with training, food, and supplements. You’d be packing on some serious muscle in not time.” Joey’s dick throbbed as he imagined training with these bros and getting big with them. “But, you’d have to be willing to live like a bodybuilder. It’s a whole lifestyle bro, 24/7. That means eating a ton, training hard, and doing whatever it takes to get big. Could you do that bro?” Joey pondered for a second. He always wanted to get big, but he never thought about what it took to really get there. It all seemed so unattainable. Yet, if these muscle bros could show him how to grow big like them, then maybe… “Yeah, bro. I could do that. I could live like a bodybuilder.” “Fuck yeah, bro!” Bruno raised both his arms into a double bicep pose. “You hear that bros, Joey here is gonna become one of us!” “Fuck yeah!” echoed Damon and Hunter. They rose from the couch and lumbered over. Joey was surrounded by a wall of muscle, nearly making his dick pop out of pants. “C’mon bros, let’s celebrate our new roomie with a protein shake!” They all made their way to the kitchen while Joey smiled from ear to ear. Part 2
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