Freshman Roommate (Part 2)

[countmuscle]

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

 

 

 

Part 2:

 

Winter break crawled by. I had returned home to see my family for three long weeks. Frank was the only thing on my mind from dawn till dusk. 

 

In the midst of wholesome family activities, the memory of Frank's unnatural, bulging, hyper-sexualized body kept intruding. I thought of Frank's tren-fueled mentality, his body pushed to the limits of muscular development; of him single-mindedly devouring fuel, injecting roids, and lifting weights all winter break.

 

He was out of control. Obsessed. Animalistic. A freak.

 

When I finally headed back to campus, it was with the excitement of a kid on Christmas morning. 

 

The bus from the airport seemed to hit every red light. The minutes crawled by. My heart beat faster with each passing mile. 

 

—

 

At last, I got to the door of our room. I heard a faint sound within, almost like a moaning. 

 

My heart leaped. Frank was home! 

 

Without knocking, I walked right in.

 

The first thing that hit me was the smell — like a Mack truck of deep, intoxicating musk, coupled with the scent of fresh cum. 

 

Then I noticed the cum splattered on the walls, on the floor, on the bed. Like someone had just shot massive loads out of a water gun. The room was a war zone, with jock straps, empty protein powder containers and dirty gym clothes scattered everywhere. 

 

Then I saw Frank. 

 

First and foremost, even in my fantasies, I had forgotten how big he was. The dorm room looked like a doll's house compared to him. There was an Alice in Wonderland quality, like he had taken a potion that made him too large for the small room. 

 

Frank was lying on his back on the comparatively tiny bed. He was naked except for a white jock strap. His dark body hair was buzzed short, yet his thick beard was longer than usual. The mattress dipped dramatically under his weight.

 

His cheeks were flushed and his jacked body was flexed. He locked eyes with me -- a serious expression on his red, sweaty face.

 

“James…” he said weakly.

 

With one swollen arm he was stroking his throbbing cock, which had popped out of the jock strap and looked like it was about to explode. Then I realized the other hand was holding a long, black dildo, which he was pumping in and out of his hairy hole. (The dildo was hard to spot at first beneath his bulging quads.)

 

With each pump, his abs convulsed from a 6 pack into an 8 pack.

 

Frank wasn't looking at porn, he was just writhing on the bed -- as if overcome by his own body. He flexed an arm and licked it, rubbed his hand up and down his huge pecs.

 

He locked eyes with me. I laid down my bags, peeled off my winter jacket, and approached him. The dildo he was ramming into his hole must be 8 inches around, I thought.

 

"James...I've been takin' so much tren... Making me so horny bro..." he whispered, gritting his teeth. Sweat was beaded on his red, veiny forehead as he pegged himself. "Couldn't wait for you to get here..."

 

A word about Frank’s voice. In some ways it was as sexy as his body. You have to imagine when they deepen someone’s voice on TV so they can remain anonymous — that’s how scary deep it was. Only it was lightened by a boyish quality I can’t describe, a tiny Texan drawl, and a very slight lisp. What drove me crazy was how it was so gentle and even delicate — yet deeper than any human voice I’d heard. In some ways, it was just like Frank himself, an innocent soul in the body of a superhuman monster.

 

I leaned over Frank and kissed his beautiful mouth. His longer beard felt rough but his lips were soft as ever. I took over the dildo from his hand and continued pumping it in and out, slowly.

 

"AhH! Bro. I missed you," Frank said. I thrust the dildo deeper inside him. "Fuck!" A spurt of precum shot out of his quivering, red dick.

 

"I missed you too, Frank," I said.

 

"Please bro... Fuck me. Fuck me, sir. Please, sir."

 

Frank turned over and bent forward on his knees. His wing-like lats flew out in all their glory. His legs looked like he was half horse.

 

Of course, by now I was completely hard. Must have taken me about ten seconds to pull off my clothes and start pounding the muscle freak. 

 

Well…it took a minute more to get to his hole. You see, Frank’s glutes were so thick that I had to fasten my arms around his freaky traps for leverage, so I could push hard enough to even get inside him. 

 

"Th-th-thank you, sir," he cried submissively. I went deeper and deeper, pushing as hard as I could against the warm wall of ass muscle. 

 

“Love fuckin my muscle boy,” I said, doing my best impression of a straight bro.

 

“Thank you sir, thank you!” His eyes rolled back in his head. “AH! AH! AH!” 

 

Frank screamed louder and louder as I pounded him. It must have looked ridiculous, a normal-sized guy pounding a 360-pound freak. I thought of the other people in the dorm who could no doubt hear Frank’s moaning, but I didn’t care. 

 

“Fuck yes! Fuck yes!” he yelled in his inimitable, super deep voice. I couldn’t believe how wide and tapered his back looked as it jiggled with each thrust. “Choke me, sir.”

 

I obliged. Or, I tried to. But Frank’s neck was so thick that, no matter how hard I squeezed, I didn’t have much impact.

 

A huge spurt of pre-cum — almost like a load unto itself — spilled out from Frank’s dick. He moaned even louder.

 

Then right before I was going to cum, he pulled my dick out. He grabbed my body, each hand grasping an entire shoulder, and laid me down on the bed like his tiny plaything. 

 

Then, looking more huge and horned up than I had ever seen him, he backed up and sat on my dick. From below, I couldn’t see most of his face. His huge, flopping pecs blocked everything except his dark and slightly crazed eyes.

 

As I looked up and saw his pecs jiggling, felt his warm hole sliding up and down my cock, kneaded my hands through his 8-pack, I knew I wouldn’t last long.

 

I started to cum. At the exact same moment, so did Frank — without even touching his cock. His load was so enormous that it drenched my face and most of my chest too. I felt his asshole tighten around my dick in the throes of his orgasm. He moaned: “FUCK YES SIRRRR!”

 

A moment passed. Frank was still straddling me, panting, my very sensitive cock still inside him, my huge load leaking out of his hole. His load coated my entire face. He shuddered. Another mini-orgasm. A last rope of cum shot right into my mouth.

 

Then I started laughing.

 

“What are you laughing at?” 

 

“Frank, you really are amazing!”

 

He flashed a killer smile and almost seemed to blush. He looked in my eyes and didn’t say it, but I knew he was thinking (because I was thinking it too): I love you.

 

Frank grimaced and pulled my dick out of his hole, then laid down next to me and shoved my face into his chest crevasse. He knew this was my favorite thing in the world. He pecked affectionate little kisses on my head. God, it felt good to be back in this bear hug, I thought. 

 

“You don’t know what it’s been like, James. I’ve been back for ten days. I doubled my tren and now my libido is off the charts. Couldn’t stop thinking of you. I’ve been jerking off six times a day.”

 

“Wait, you’ve been back that long?” I said, surprised. 

 

“Yeah, I came back early. My dad was being an asshole. We fought. Said I’m doing too much gear, that he’s worried about me. You believe that?”

 

“Uh…”

 

I wasn’t sure how to reply. Any decent parent would be worried about an 18 year old with 360 pounds of muscle. I must admit, one thing that I found particularly sexy about Frank was that he didn’t give a shit about the risks and stigma of steroids or bodybuilding. It never even seemed to enter his mind. It was like the life of a muscle freak was, for him, the only version of life even worth considering. Nothing was going to stand in his way. Frank continued:

 

“It’s all bullshit. He’s such a hypocrite. Like he wasn’t on gear when he was my age. What he’s really mad about is that he knows I’m not gonna do pro football after college, like he did. He wants me to play in the NFL, just like him.”

 

“You’re not going to?”

 

“Fuck no. You think I care about football? It’s just so I can cover my tuition and keep my dad off my back. Oh, and get unlimited meals at the cafeteria. As soon as I graduate, I’m going to start my pro bodybuilding career.”

 

“Whoa.”

 

“I’m not gonna stop until I’m Mr. Olympia. Can you picture it? Me up on that stage, 6’4”, everyone else looking like a fucking pip-squeak.”

 

“Fuck.”

 

“Imagine what the other pros are gonna think when they see me. Every eye in the room on me. Biggest muscle freak of all time… Walking out there, 100 pounds bigger than the other guys…400 pounds of muscle… Won’t stop till I have 26 inch biceps. Gonna change the sport. Gonna be bigger than anyone ever… biggest ever…Fuck… Just imagine it bro… On stage… Everybody watching… All that freaky muscle… Thousands of people… All gasping when they see me…So big…So fucking huge… Fucking muscle…fuck…”

 

I noticed that Frank’s face was getting flushed again. His beet-red dick had rehardened to 10.5 inches, and a shocking amount of pre-cum was once more gurgling out. Even though he had just came five minutes earlier.

 

“See what I mean?” Frank said. “All this tren has been making me so horny, I can barely leave the room. You’re gonna need to fuck me one or two more times. Then we can go grab lunch. I want to hear how your Christmas was.”

 

“My dick might need a few minutes—“

 

Frank grabbed my cum-covered face and thrust it into his fragrant pit. Sure enough, the smell was like a Pavlovian trigger. My tired dick immediately hardened.

 

“Good,” said Frank as he saw my erection. “Let’s be quick though. I’m starving!”

[arpeejay]

Awesome! Just FYI: Noah Steere (6'6, 350) had 26 inch biceps and Brad Hollibaugh (5'9, 320 lbs.) had arms that measure 27 inches. At 400 lbs. our hero's arms would probably be 30-32 inches. Just a thought! 

[LorianofLothric]

Excellent chapter with some great character moments. With all of that tren he is taking, it looks like Frank is about to become an even bigger beast.

[Ro20316]

Frank has a goal and he wont stop until he reaches it. I love this

[chris9b]

Fantastic continuation! Looking forward to Frank‘s feats of strength in the gym

[boatsandhoes005]

Incredible! One of the best stories I’ve read on here in a while. Let him grow into the freaky muscle pig he sounds like 

[spacevlad]

Insanely hot and I love the sensitivity and love between them on top of the power dynamics and massive hot muscle growth and sex. More please! 

[bbmikenj]

Fun ride.