Jolias & Mike

[DennisFLL]

Hi guys.  This is the first posting of a story that I am making to the Forum.  Years ago I started reading Pasidious’s stories and recognized his very talented writing skills.  His “Jolias Finally Lets Go” captured me, loving his creation of the main character, Jolias, with his endearing sense of humor, honesty, muscular-sexiness, and romantic side.  I copied it to my word processor and edited it to suit my imagination’s need for total realism as well as to fit what gets my libido really going.  If you’re familiar with the original story you will for sure recognize a lot of it here since there were many great scenes where I changed only a little.  I have obtained Pasidious’s permission to post it and would appreciate any comments you may have on my revised version.  Dennis

 

JOLIAS & MIKE

 

PART 1

 

FROM MIKE'S POINT OF VIEW:

The first time I laid eyes on him, my whole world changed forever.  Never had I seen a guy that was so stunningly handsome and insanely hot!

He was in my American History class during my first ever semester of college.  That first day and my schedule weirdly only had a single class.  That one night class.  It was strange walking to a classroom building at 5:45pm.  I was already on a form of auto-pilot, just letting my legs guide me to my first scheduled college class so I could get it over with.  I remember entering the room and the professor was overly enthusiastic about greeting each student as we walked in.  He didn't even look like a professor, either.  Relatively young guy who wore casual clothes like he was just going on a trip to the supermarket.  Which, honestly, helped me stay relaxed about what to expect.  I usually expect professors to be stiff and boring and strict.  But, the professor greeted me and handed me a syllabus personally, and I did a brief glance at it as I allowed my legs to continue to guide me to a seat in the back of the room.  But then I had to stop and realize the amount of us in the class seemed kind of small, and I'd definitely be the very odd one out if I chose a seat in the back while everyone else was several seats in front of me.  And the professor would surely ask me to sit closer anyway.  So I did a bit of a half-spin and selected a seat closer up.  I dropped my satchel on the floor.  Gently, of course, and took the seat.

Now, being a bit of an introvert, I always try to avoid making any type of eye-contact with others when in a new environment.  So, up until this point, I hadn't even actually looked at a single other student in the room.  I knew they were there through periphery, and of course I heard them, but I wasn't actually paying any real attention to them.  Until now.

I had my new syllabus on top of my desk, and I was about to get my still clean notebook out of my satchel to prepare for the class when I happen to catch a glimpse of the guy who had taken the seat right next to mine a few minutes earlier.  I sort of did one of those double-take things.  Like, I looked at him, then back down at where I needed my hands to go, then my heart thudded in my chest, my relatively small dick enlarged, and my eyes immediately were drawn back to where they'd briefly landed before.  

He was just... casually sitting in his seat.  His notebook was already on his desk, and he was fiddling with the pen in his right hand, letting it flip between his fingers.  I know, from Internet experience, that those are the thick gym-trained muscular fingers of a guy that spends a lot of time in the gym. I find them extremely sexy as it indicates the guy lifts huge weights. And a lot of the time.  His eyes were looking forward, and it was clear he was just zoned out, waiting for the beginning of the class, and bored that it wasn’t yet.  He was wearing a hoodie that was zipped almost all the way up, but you could still see his T-shirt, which was black with a white insignia. His complexion was tanned, obviously spending time in the sun, and I could see he had these cute little freckles on his cheeks.  I took a deep breath as I looked him over and saw that this major-hot male specimen, sitting so close to me, was indeed gorgeous!  He had a small nose that fit his face perfectly, and his hair was this shaggy, dark brown that somewhat covered his ears.  His arms and chest looked massive and his shoulders were extremely broad, slimming to what appeared to be a very small, in comparison, waist. And he had on these amazing light blue jeans that were perfectly clinging to his legs, showing off the size and contours of them.  And, of course I looked, and saw there was the outline of what could definitely be the largest dick I’ve ever seen.  And on the Internet you see enormous ones on the right porn site and this stud’s looked much bigger.  I viewed a thick snake going almost all the way to his knee, and there, at his immense dick’s crown, you could even make out his religion.  

He was literally breathtaking! So beautiful and enormously sexy.  Very, very hot.  And it was like... imagine having a TV screen that gets cracked into a thousand little lines all over it, except for one single spot that's still intact and clear.  That was my new vision and he was the only thing in that one clear spot. My heart was pounding and I wanted to desperately lick him all over.

And then, in a deep muscular voice…."'Sup dude?"

Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.  My attention had been on him for so long he understandably noticed the skinny weirdo next to him staring at him.  Maybe even seeing me salivating over him? I wanted to see him so desperately without him wearing all those clothes. There might be some major muscle underneath them and I just had to see it.  I immediately diverted my attention elsewhere, anywhere, and uttered a swift "Umm,” which came out in a high pitch. So I followed it up with a much deeper, “Hey."  I heard him chuckle at what I just did, and to distract myself I shuffled through my satchel to finally get my notebook out.  He chuckled again at that too!  He knew that I was extremely uncomfortable with being caught staring, so he continued to stare at me for a while.  Oh my gosh, was he flirting?

But that was it.  He didn't say anything else.  The class began and we went through the usual first day things.  But then, of course, it went well beyond that, since this one class was the equivalent of three regular classes.  But the entire time, throughout the professor's lecturing and assigning of work, I couldn't help but steal glances at the Adonis-dude next to me.  He diligently took notes and would sometimes doodle in his notebook.  He definitely had this smoldering quality.  A certain type of heat resonating from his sexiness.  And I just so badly wanted my hands and lips all over his physique. He was fully clothed, but I just knew/desperately hoped that he was a bodybuilder and I wanted to muscle-worship him and give his tremendous bodybuilder-dick the deepest blow-job he’s ever gotten, which I was sure had to be very many, since he had to get them all the time.

When a guy is huge like him and has a fat face he’s going to be a fatty, not muscular.  But this guy’s waist, which I can easily see is half the size of his shoulders, means he’s major-muscular.  Simple logic for an experienced muscle-addict like me.  And his face had no fat, just handsome chiseled features. 

His presence alone, knowing that this beautiful guy was next to me, was so enrapturing that I hadn't even noticed that I was so painfully hard that I was now even leaking. My small-sized cock was so hard and pressed against the confines of my pants that it had begun to hurt.  The throbbing had reached a point that I could no longer ignore it, and it sent jolts up my body that I finally now noticed.  I imagined him coming to my dorm, entering my room, slamming the door swiftly behind him and locking it.  Strutting very confidently in, smirking at me as I lay in my bed, and with such dominance, in one cool move, pulled his black tee-shirt over his head revealing a remarkably developed sexy bodybuilder physique underneath, with bulging striated pecs, rippling cobbled abs and huge bulging biceps.  He then put his damp shirt to my face for me to sniff, but then stuffed it in my mouth as we removed our clothes.  He then flexed just a little, dancing his hard pectorals with their sexy striations showing me that his strength was a hundred times mine.  He simply smirked at me, knowing how very superior to me he was and that I knew it already.  His blazingly hot and simultaneously very handsome face making me quiver. Then I saw his dick!  It was immense, as muscular as all his other muscles. He then confidently and dominatingly reached back and lifted my legs up to my shoulders, positioning himself to enter my hole with his enormous dick for his greatest pleasure.  It’s like he does this many times a day and it’s just all so automatic. I closed my eyes, his throbbing muscular rod, twelve inches of thick, hard, pure sex, about to plunge into my ass where it should always belong.  And as soon as his bodybuilder-dick’s massive crown entered me I start to feel the enormous pain, but can’t scream as his shirt is stuffing my mouth.

"Ummm!" I'm startled out of my little daydream.  I notice that my crotch feels very wet and my cock is still painfully hard.  But then I notice eyes on me, and the professor himself is the one who called out to get my attention.  I'd been leaking pre so profusely I felt like I might actually have blown my load.  "You okay there, bud?" I was shaken, to say the least, but also embarrassed that I'd allowed myself to become so entrenched in my own daydream that I'd forgotten I was even in a class.  And the object of my fantasy was still sitting right beside me, his eyes also upon me, and I could see through my peripheral vision that he had a seemingly very amused look on his face. I wanted to just disappear.  Not just die, but to cease from ever existing.

"Uhhh..." I managed to get out, frantically searching in my brain for some sort of plausible explanation for my zoning out.  But the professor saved me from myself.

"I know this is boring, but we're almost done.  Try 'n' get some more rest for next class, yeah?" he said, a kind smile on his face but a sternness in his voice.  And then he glanced around the entire room and spoke further on the matter, "I know it's an unusual time for a class and for probably all of you the first time you've ever had such a late class.  Be prepared and rested!"  And then he continued with his lecturing.

Still embarrassed, I sat there, focusing on the front of the room and trying to listen to the professor speak.  I didn't even want to acknowledge the godly presence next to me, but my again-hard, throbbing, and now very wet dick was a stark reminder.  I was now certain that I did orgasm, as that much pre was impossible!  I stayed there frozen in humiliation, but knew the muscle-god (hope he is) next to me kept glancing at me a lot.  If there was even a small chance that he was gay, an even smaller chance that someone who looked like him would be into skinny me, and there was now an even lesser chance he'd ever be into me after what just happened.  I imagined I'd have greater luck being struck by lightning twice in the same day that I won the lottery.

But my cock just never calmed down. Being next to him, it just could never.

Edited January 15 by DennisFLL
adding additional text

[jujumusclelover717]

I am already invested in this! Especially since how much love I have for @pasidious's stories on Jolias and his other projects. Can't wait to read more!!!

[DennisFLL]

6 minutes ago, jujumusclelover717 said:

I am already invested in this! Especially since how much love I have for @pasidious's stories on Jolias and his other projects. Can't wait to read more!!!

Thanks so much jujumusclelover717 for your response.  There will be about 14 parts to this story, and I plan on posting each succeeding part every few days. 

[Jtchef2]

Amazing beginning. Can’t wait for many more chapters

[DennisFLL]

5 hours ago, Jtchef2 said:

Amazing beginning. Can’t wait for many more chapters

Thanks for the kind words Jtchef2.  The next part should be posted before the end of the week. 

[DennisFLL]

 The next several chapters will continue from Mike’s point of view.

 

CHAPTER 2

 

"Yo dude, wait up," that muscular voice again. So very dominant and self-assured. So deep-sexy.

The interminably long class was finally over and I was attempting to scurry away to get back to my dorm before I got caught in any conversation with literally anyone from that class who might potentially involve the topic of my weird escape from reality into my sexual fantasies.  I had to tie my hoodie around my waist to hide the blatantly obvious wet spot that I had.  But I heard his voice.  That masculine sensuous voice which was actually directed at me!  I had no intention of talking to anyone from that classroom, being way too embarrassed at what had just happened there. And I was freezing, only in a tee-shirt, my skinniness on full display. But with this maybe-muscle-stud I would make the only exception!

Then, OMG, I felt that gym-trained hand, that I had earlier studied, had now landed on my slender shoulder. I turned and looked up at the very object of that very pleasurable, but embarrassing, daydream.  The one guy in the whole world who'd ever sent me into such a horny torrent of imagination in my entire life to this point.  My heart was rapidly racing and once again I felt my dick getting hard.  As he was grasping my shoulder he spun me around gently, but, so dominantly.  Was there anything about him I didn’t like a lot?  When I looked up at him, with his muscular hand still touching me, I was all gooey-eyed in a muscle-heaven trance and my hard dick was now showing signs that it was beginning to leak again.

"You alright, dude?" he asked, looking down into my face, with a very sexy eyebrow raised, waiting for my response. Though I was ashamed of what had just happened in the classroom, he actually seemed amused by it, and by me in general.  Looking straight up at him I firmly determined that he was indeed ultimate-handsomeness. And was a good four inches taller than me.

"Uhh, yeah... thanks," I muttered.  I wasn't at all sure of how to even respond properly.

"You don't seem like it, though.  I've seen daydreaming before, but you were almost like... in a coma or something. And, wow, pretty trippy!"

'Oh if you only knew what I was daydreaming about,' I thought to myself.  But my heart was thudding in my chest when I realized he knew I was daydreaming and not simply zoned out.  What else did he notice?!  I tried to play it cool.  "You're very perceptive.  How'd you know I was daydreaming?"  I tried to smile, looking up waiting for the sex god’s deep voice to answer little ol’ me.

"Just the look on your face.  Your expression kept changing."  But then he smirked.  "And, ha, it was hard to ignore the tent you were pitchin'."

FUCK.  So he noticed that.  But... he was looking.  At my crotch.  Which means... is there even a tiny chance that this hyper-masculine handsome-as-fuck sexy man might be gay?  "Just... horny is all," I tried to coolly say.  "Been a while, know what I mean?"

"Not really dude, haha!" he muttered, then grinning down at me as I was dying, looking up into his smile.  And I knew that looking the way he did he had to be getting it all the time and he obviously just told me that.  In spite of my strong attraction to him, I began searching for a way to end the interaction so I could get back to my dorm and take care of... business.  But then he spoke and I was completely shocked by what he said. "Wanna get a bite?"

I almost had to shake myself from the disbelief.  I know, I know... I'm being dramatic.  People get food together all the time.  But with him?!  Why would he want to get food with me? Gorgeous, cool, maybe bodybuilder, asks a skinny boring dork to dinner? "Err, uh..."

"Dude, you gotta be hungry.  That class took forever."

"I guess," I unenthusiastically replied, still uncertain if I should do this, when my self-preservation instinct kicked in warning me of setting myself up for major disappointment.  I gave it exactly two seconds and then realized I'd better change my tone.  This dude is major hot.  So much so that my dick could never go down just being near him. And he was so super cool, and the first person to reach out in any way that indicated an attempt at friendship since I've been at this school.  Which, admittedly, hasn't been that long, but I can't come across as antisocial. Especially not with him.  "I mean..." I stammered.  "Yeah!  I’d really love to. Where you wanna go?"

He chuckled, "Duh, dude, Da Den."  The Den is the name of the school cafeteria.

"Isn't that closed?  Pretty sure they close at 8."

I saw his eyes widen, "Shit, yeah, forgot they close.  Ain't used to this late class thing."

"What's nearby?" I asked the object of my desire.

"I dunno, I think maybe a Denny's?  I swear I saw one up the street."

I took out my phone and did a search for a Denny's in the surrounding area.  And sure enough, there was one right up the street just outside the campus grounds.  "Yeah, yeah... There's a Denny's up the street from here.  We could walk there, if you want."

"Sweet," he said, looking down at me with a smile spreading across his drop-dead gorgeous face with white teeth and dimples now appearing.  "Let's go!" He seemed so happy about this.  So happy to be going somewhere with me?

"Don't you wanna, y'know, drop your stuff off at your dorm first?" I asked.

"Nah, dude, it'll take too long.  I'm hungry now," he excitedly stated. “Gotta feed my muscles.” That last word really registered huge with me.  ‘Muscles?‘  Oh my god, was I right, that he had big muscles that needed to be fed?  Big, bulging, sexy muscles, like a bodybuilder?  Being within earshot of anyone just saying the word ‘muscles’ would prick up my ears.  But him saying it to me, and in his muscular voice, had a much larger effect on me.  Yeah, I was still hard, of course, but now I was in full-leak mode.  And, not making it easier on me, he then grabbed my forearm and said, "Where we going?"

I looked at my phone again to get a bearing.  "This way," I stated.   

"Jolias, by the way," he said, bending down a little to nudge his covered, but still massive hard striated shoulder, into my slender one. 

"Mike," I said with a giggle, responding with my own name as I looked up to him dreamy-eyed again.  My heart was thumping, much more than fluttering. And I knew his name now! And my cock continued to throb in time with our steps as he escorted me there by holding me with his powerful hand on my slender exposed forearm. Like I needed help because I was too weak, or I needed protection that his massive muscularity would provide a twink. 

It took a little while to get there and it was cold outside.  Damp pants from cum were especially uncomfortable in the cold.  But I suppose after finally humanizing Jolias, my libido had enough sense to turn itself down just a notch.  But I still had to strive to keep my mind out of the gutter whenever I looked at his sexy face.  Or his shoulders, arms, chest or waist. Or just frankly anything else about him.

[timaa]

Loving this so far, looking forward to seeing where it goes! From my experience, some of the hottest guys are also the friendliest.

[Jtchef2]

Awesome new chapter. Keep them coming

[DennisFLL]

12 hours ago, timaa said:

Loving this so far, looking forward to seeing where it goes! From my experience, some of the hottest guys are also the friendliest.

Thanks, timaa, glad you're enjoying the story.  Hot and friendly are definitely two of Jolias's traits that have Mike very interested.  

[DennisFLL]

10 hours ago, Jtchef2 said:

Awesome new chapter. Keep them coming

Thanks, friend.  Chapter 3 should be posted tomorrow.