worship Becoming an Alpha - Part 3A

[pasidious]

There's a certain level of difficulty returning to a story that hasn't been touched in over a year.  I reread the first parts of this story and realized there was much more I could do with it, so here's my attempt at continuing it.  I don't know why I decided to break a third part into two sections, but let's see how it goes!

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Part 2

 

I'd always heard dudes talking about the greatness of getting a blowjob.  I mean, not literally always, but often enough that I got the impression that a dude is not truly a man unless he's had one.  But it was also always clear that the dudes who DID get blowjobs were always jocks.  Alpha males.  Something I was not.  I spent most of my life envying those guys.  

Now, standing in my dorm room in front of the mirror with a shirt on that was once too big on me and now a bit tight, I got the feeling I was becoming an alpha.  A jock.  Without having ever played a sport.  I smirked at my reflection, admiring how my new pecs were outlines beneath the fabric of my plain shirt.  My arms hugged by the sleeves, veins running up and down my forearms.  It even felt tight in my armpits, a sensation with which I was entirely unfamiliar.  But it felt really cool.  That feeling of my shirt trying to contain my body.  If I raised my arms, my shirt would ride up and expose my abs.  Abs!  I never had those before except the faint outlines of what lay beneath my skin thanks to having almost no fat.  But those don't count.  All guys who claim they have "abs" just because they're skinny rails get made fun of.  But, as I raised my arms to enjoy the sensation of a too-small shirt, my sexy abs came into view, along with another part of me I never thought I'd ever see.  An actual Adonis belt.  It wasn't prominent, but still visible.  Not yet, anyway.  I smirked again, thinking of the growth still to come.  

Was this why other jocks were so big?  Growing after a blowjob?

No.  No fucking way.  If this were accepted fact, it'd be readily available information.  Something taught in sex-ed.  All the years I'd spent ogling sexy muscular models on the internet and browsing forums would've yielded such a fact.  No.  This was something unusual.  Something that had to be unique only to me.  It would seem I'd won some sort of genetic lottery.

I raised my right arm and flexed.  My bicep rose up into a hard ball of muscle that tightened the sleeve around it, a sensation that sent shivers down my spine.  "Fuck yeah," I said aloud to myself.  I took my other hand and caressed the hard muscle, feeling its hardness.  And it was hard.  Harder than my muscles had ever been.  I couldn't help but wonder if I was looking at my real body or if this were some sort of fantasy I was playing out in my brain that was going just a little too far.  But I pinched myself and felt the sting.  Nothing dissipated.  As my arms fell to my sides, I flexed my chest just to see the shirt jump.  What a feeling!  Not only just to even be able to flex pecs I never had before, but to even see them through my shirt!  

My stomach growled.  I felt the all-too-familiar pang of hunger that came from not paying attention to the time.  A sensation usually that came from my constant studying and not allotting breaks for food.  But this time it was because I was ogling myself for too long.  It suddenly occurred to me that this is probably what jocks do, too.  Actually, it's definitely what jocks do, considering the massive number of photos on the internet of dudes flexing in mirrors and taking photos of themselves.  The countless gym selfies.  But my stomach growled again and I had to shake myself out of this reverie.  Time for food.

It was still summer, so I didn't need to wear warm clothes or anything.  I just kept on what I was wearing, the same t-shirt and shorts, and left my dorm to head over to the campus cafeteria.  As I was walking under the still-hot sun, I realized my legs had gotten thicker.  I mean, I already knew they had, but the sensation of my thighs rubbing together as I walked was brand new.  I had to adjust the way I was walking.  I wanted to stop and lift my shorts to get a better look at my quads, but I felt that might draw too much attention from others.  It'd be weird.  But, I could still just glance down and see my new thicker calves bulging as I walked.  It was so cool.  My lower legs no longer looked like they belonged to an anorexic dude.  Well, maybe they never did look like that, but I never had any real shape to my legs.  Just long limbs with no curves or anything.  But now I had calves that were bulging as I walked, clearly shaped, like I spent lots of time jogging or biking or whatever.  I wanted so bad to lift my shorts and get a look at my quads, something that never occurred to me until now.  But, I guess when you spend your life as a weakling, it's hard to remember there are other muscles than just pecs, arms, and abs.  Now I wanted to get a good look at my back, too.  I often loved seeing pictures of muscled dudes flexing their backs, their lats flaring out, and my cock throbbing in my hand as I jerked it.  A wide back with that coveted V-taper is something I always loved to see.

The cafeteria doors came into view much sooner than I remembered, but I was distracted the whole walk by my new body.  How could I pay attention to anything else?  My tight shirt was still digging into my pits.  Weird feeling.  Slightly uncomfortable.  But still felt good when I considered the reason.  

I sat down, alone as always, with my tray of food.  I usually nursed small portions, slowly nibbling away until I felt sufficiently full, but for the first time ever I was actually hungry enough that I couldn't wait to get nourishment.  I had more food than usual to start, and before long the tray was already empty.  And I still felt hungry.  So I went and got more.  Thankfully I was on a meal plan and didn't have to worry about paying for it.  I shoveled the food into my mouth and couldn't believe how much I was consuming.  I wasn't blind to the change in my usual amount, but, I also wasn't stupid.  I knew it had everything to do with my increased size.  And as I ate, I absolutely loved glancing with my peripheral vision at my own arms as I moved food into my face.  My forearms would writhe as I rotated my wrist, veins protruding with my increased vascularity.  My biceps flexed and bulged just from the simple motion of lifting my fork and moving my hand towards my mouth.  The sleeve around my biceps was wrapped nicely around them, and it was such a rush to feel the cloth digging into the muscle as it flexed.

By the time I finished, and felt full enough, I sat back in my chair and realized my cock had grown into steel hardness, pushing out the front of my shorts in a sizeable bulge, thankfully hidden beneath my table.  Knowing I was eating more because of my new muscles, on top of seeing my arm flexing while I ate, made me hard.  I had a sudden feeling my cock was going to be hard a lot more often.

"Nice arms."

I snapped my head in the direction from where the voice originated.  A very pretty girl I'd never seen before was passing by my table, and she was eyeing my face with a grin as she continued walking.  Her eyes glanced at my arm, then back to my face.  I honestly didn't know how to respond to her comment.  

She turned and faced forward as she moved farther away before I finally found my own voice and responded shakily with "Th-thanks!"  I mentally kicked myself for being so slow.  How would a jock respond?  I glanced down at my empty tray and realized immediately that a confident jock would have flexed for her and said something like "Thanks baby, wanna feel 'em?"  I laughed inwardly.  Maybe something less awkward, but still a cocky comment.  And the girl would most likely have been drooling over him and soon after in the bathroom or some utility closet fucking.

Who was I kidding, though?  I'm gay.  I wouldn't want a girl, anyway.  I'd want another dude to compliment me.  I'd probably have a much better response in the chamber for a cute guy.  And maybe we'd be fucking in the closet or bathroom afterward...

Whoa.  These are thoughts I never had before.  I mean, yeah, I often had fantasies involving myself feeling up a sexy muscle guy, but I rarely had daydreams of myself actually being that muscle guy.

"Whoa dude when did you get so buff?"

Another voice snapped me out of my thoughts and this time it WAS a dude.  

"Uh, I dunno," I sheepishly responded, feeling my face turning red.  'Wow, way to have a better response in the chamber,' I thought to myself.  I looked up into his face and realized he was in one of my classes.  I didn't recall his name, though.  

"You don't know?" he smiled then chuckled a bit.  "Don't be modest, dude, you're looking good."  He put his hand on the edge of the table as he stood there, looking down at my face, but I watched his eyes as they also took in the rest of my body, as much as he could in my seated position.  Fuck, he was cute, too.  Now or never.

I mustered the nerve to finally say "Thanks, bro."  And then I still awkwardly brought my right arm up and flexed, my bicep bulging into my sleeve as the cloth tightened around it like a second skin.  I looked at my flexed bicep, admiring its new size, and then I almost expected this dude to start laughing at me or something.  I was in very unfamiliar territory right now.

"Fuck.  It's so big!"  Truthfully my arm wasn't that big, but it looked incredible thanks to my low fat and tight shirt.

I instantly wanted to lower my arm and retract into bashfulness, but I had to keep this going.  For once someone was in awe of my muscles.  He didn't laugh.

"Wanna touch it?" I asked, flexing even harder.

Instantly his hand reached out and rested upon the peak of my hard bicep.  He didn't even say a word.  I felt confidence creeping throughout my body as this dude was feeling my muscle.  His hand started squeezing it, feeling it, and he moved his palm across it.  Then his fingers started poking at it.  "It's so hard," he said.

"That's not all that's hard." 

Wait a fucking second.  Did I just say those words?  Time seemed to stop as I felt my heart sink.  I was only meant to have thought those words, not say them.  My cock was definitely throbbing hard under the table.  It's almost like I wanted this dude to know exactly what was going on right beneath the cheap wood of the table surface.  

"Oh really?" he asked.  His fingers continued gliding along the skin of my bicep, but now continued their trek along my forearm as well.  Fuck it.  I DID want him to know what was happening under the table.  He continued "I guess I should've known there was more.  Looks like your pecs are hard, too."  His hand reached farther out and poked my chest.  "And those shoulders look pretty hard."  He grasped my shoulder and squeezed.  "Very hard."  And then he knelt down and reached right under the table and grasped my hard cock through my shorts.  I gasped.  "Hot body with a hard cock," he said quietly.  Thank GOD I was seated in a corner and no one could actually see what he was doing.  But my concern with onlookers was rapidly depleting as my cock was guiding my brain, now.  

I stood up out of my chair and didn't even care about my empty tray.  My bulge was tenting my shorts like there was an actual campsite happening.  I didn't care who saw it, though, because my cock was throbbing too hard and eager for some action.  "Come with me," I said, and grabbed his hand.  My heart was pounding in my chest.  This dude wanted my cock, and I was going to give it to him.  And I'd leave this building even bigger than when I entered.

[Xyggurat]

It's always hard to come back to something you haven't dusted off in a while, but you did a great job. Keep it up.

-X-

[Morgen]

this getting huge

[photoguy]

Mmmmffffff, FUCK YES

[Azerreza]

Holy crap, I had forgotten this story but it didn't take long for me to remember !!

Thanks @pasidious
Each of your stories is a masterpiece. You know how to control the tension perfectly ! Every time it ends I can't wait to see what happens next. There aren't many stories that make me say "I want more and I can't wait" once they're finished but yours man, I want more and more and more and I can't wait !

I know it take time to write a story,  I don't want to put any pressure on you but I'll still be looking forward to the next, because they are too good !

So again, thanks !

[DennisFLL]

OMG, that was excellent, Pasidious!  Very well written and very hot!  Hoping for a continuation of this story where we see our hero getting the muscle-worshiping and more that he wants to make him an even more muscular alpha jock!

[pasidious]

Part 3B will be coming soon.  I wanted to try out splitting up a chapter into two halves.  Not sure I like it lol.

[stewbake]

Just getting started, and already getting the temperature rising!

[Two]

I gotta say, I like this perspective on suddenly acquired muscles. Most of the time, it seems the personality does a complete 180 to match the body's change. It makes much more sense for the protagonist to start off a bit overwhelmed by all the new sensations and remain mostly awkward and unused to the attention at first. I also dig the extended internal self-worshipping monologue. 

Having read your other works by this point, I've "grown" into a fan of your writing, and look forward to your next post.

[Mighty]

I know coming back to a story can be tough, but I enjoy this one quite a lot!  Hoping to see it go further soon!