Evolution of Strength - Book 1, Chapters 1-50 complete

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Hey everyone,

I've been quiet on here for a bit since my first story, MG Project: Test Subject #5, dealing with some health issues, but I'm back and feeling better than ever. I'm excited to share that I've completed all 50 chapters of my latest story! I’m currently working on editing and fine-tuning the final chapters, but I wanted to release it here for your feedback and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Let's get massive! HD

In "The Evolution of Strength," follow Jacob, a shy college student with a passion for bodybuilding, as he embarks on a transformative journey of self-discovery. From the weight room to the competition stage, Jacob pushes his body and mind to new limits, evolving from an anxious young man into a confident powerhouse. Along the way, he navigates unexpected friendships, intense rivalries, and the complexities of his own desires, all while striving to become the best version of himself. As he grows stronger, both physically and emotionally, Jacob discovers that true strength comes not just from muscles, but from the bonds he forms and the courage to embrace his authentic self.

 

Chapter 1 - The Barn

Jacob stood on the edge of the back porch, his gaze locked onto the old barn that had silently witnessed his transformation. The moonlight bathed the weathered wooden walls, casting long shadows over the barn’s contents. To anyone else, it was just an old building, but to Jacob, it was so much more. It was his sanctuary, the place where he had begun his journey toward self-discovery and strength.

He inhaled deeply, his breath catching slightly in the warm late August night air. The memories of his first day in that barn were vivid. He had been twelve years old, newly orphaned, and overwhelmed by the strange world he found himself in. Uncle Jim, his mother’s younger brother, had taken him in, offering him a home when he had none. A big man of few words and even fewer gestures of affection, Jim had nonetheless given Jacob everything he needed—a roof over his head, food, and, most importantly, space to heal.

“Uncle Jim, where are you?” Young Jacob called out, his voice echoing in the quiet house as he wandered through the empty rooms on his first morning there.

“Gone to the job site,” he muttered to himself, reading the note left on the kitchen counter. He traced the words with his finger, feeling the roughness of the paper beneath his skin. “Be back later this afternoon.”

It was all so new, so strange. The house felt like a stranger’s, even though he had visited a few times during the summers when his parents were still alive. But now, it was different. Now, it was home.

Jacob spent the morning unpacking his belongings from his few boxes, each item feeling like a relic from a past life he could hardly remember. By early afternoon, he couldn’t stand being inside any longer. The walls of the house felt like they were closing in on him, so he ventured outside, following the path that led to the creek where he had played as a small child.

The icy water felt refreshing against his skin on this hot summer day, a welcome distraction from the turmoil inside him. But it wasn’t enough. He needed something more, something to keep his mind from drifting back to the accident, to the loss. That’s when he found himself in the barn.

He had been rummaging through the clutter, his fingers tracing the dust-covered remnants of a life that seemed so far removed from his own, when he stumbled upon the old weight set. Rusty and forgotten, it was clear that no one had used them in years. He stared at the barbell bar for a long moment, his mind racing with curiosity.

“Why not?” he muttered to himself, the words barely audible in the stillness of the barn. He dusted off the bench and positioned himself beneath the bar, his hands gripping the cold metal.

The bar didn’t budge at first, the weight of just the bar alone was more than young Jacob had anticipated. But he was determined. With a grunt, he unracked and slowly brought the heavy bar to his chest. Jacob pushed with all his might, his muscles straining against the resistance. Finally, he managed to lift it, his arms trembling as he struggled to press the bar above his chest.

“Come on, just a little more,” he whispered to himself, his voice strained with effort. The bar wobbled in his hands, but he refused to let it drop. With one final push, he managed to rack the bar in the holder, a surge of triumph washing over him.

“That was something,” came a deep voice from the doorway.

Jacob started, his head snapping around to see his Uncle Jim leaning against the doorframe, a soft smile on his face.

“Uncle Jim! I didn’t hear you come in.”

Jim chuckled, stepping into the barn. “You were pretty focused there, Pup,” he said, using the nickname he had given Jacob years ago. “I see you found my old weights.”

Jacob nodded, still catching his breath. “I didn’t know you used to lift.” Jacob was half teasing as he stared up at the mountain of a man that everyone else referred to as Big Jim.

Jim shrugged, wiping his hands on a rag he pulled from his pocket. “Used to. Haven’t touched them in years. But it looks like you’ve got a natural talent for it.”

Jacob’s eyes lit up at the compliment, but he quickly looked away, embarrassed by the attention. “I just wanted to try it,” he mumbled.

Jim studied him for a moment before nodding. “Tell you what, Pup,” he said, his tone serious. “If you spend the next week cleaning up this old barn, I’ll show you some basic lifts. Can’t have you hurting yourself out here.”

Jacob’s heart skipped a beat. “Really? You mean it?”

“Sure do. But you’ve got to put in the work first. This place could use some cleaning up, and I think you could make it a good spot for training.”

Jacob didn’t need any more encouragement. The next morning, he was up before dawn, cleaning and organizing the barn with a focus and determination that surprised even himself. By the end of the day, the old barn had been completely transformed. The rusty barbell set had been cleaned, the makeshift benches repaired, and the entire space cleared of dust and debris.

Jim was impressed when he returned from work that evening. “Well, I’ll be,” he said, his voice filled with pride. “You did it, Pup. Looks like we’ve got ourselves a gym.”

From that day on, the barn became Jacob’s sanctuary. Jim taught him the basics of lifting—how to maintain proper form, how to push through the burn, and how to listen to his body. Each lesson was a gift, a way for Jacob to channel his grief and confusion into something tangible. That first summer the weights became his anchor, grounding him in the present and giving him a sense of purpose.

But it wasn’t just the physical strength that he gained. The barn, with its creaking walls and the familiar clank of metal, became a place where Jacob could find peace. It was where he could escape the questions and uncertainties of adolescence, where he could be alone with his thoughts and his growing muscles.

“Uncle Jim, do you think… do you think I could get big and strong like you?” Jacob asked one evening, his voice hesitant.

Jim looked at him, his expression serious. “I think you can be stronger, Pup. It’s not just about the muscles. It’s about what you do with them. The strength you build in here,” he gestured around the barn, “it’s got to mean something out there, too.”

Jacob nodded, absorbing his uncle’s words. He didn’t fully understand them then, but he would in time.

Years passed, and Jacob’s body grew in ways that amazed both him and his uncle. The once-scrawny boy became a mass of muscle, each lift, each rep a testament to his dedication. But high school was still a solitary experience for him. His shyness, his awkwardness around others, never quite went away, no matter how much he grew physically.

“Why don’t you hang out with the other kids, Jacob?” Jim asked one day, his voice gruff but not unkind.

Jacob shrugged, avoiding his uncle’s gaze. “They don’t get it, Uncle Jim. They don’t understand why I do this.”

Jim sighed, placing a hand on Jacob’s shoulder. “Not everyone will, Pup. But that doesn’t mean you should hide away. You’re strong—stronger than most. Don’t be afraid to show it. One  day you'll find your tribe.”

Jacob appreciated his uncle’s words, but the truth was, he preferred the solitude. The barn was where he felt safe, where he could push himself without the fear of judgment or misunderstanding. It was where he could be himself, without the need to fit in with anyone else’s expectations, and where he was slowly coming to acceptance with his attraction to other muscular guys.

Throughout high school, Jacob’s obsession with growing bigger and stronger consumed him. His days were divided between academic responsibilities and intense workout sessions in the barn. He had set goals for himself, striving to push beyond each limit he had previously encountered. Every lift, every set, every drop of sweat was a step toward a vision of himself that was powerful and unyielding.

As he stood on the back porch now, drenched in sweat from his latest workout, Jacob reflected on how far he had come. The barn, with its assortment of repurposed equipment, had been more than just a gym. It had been his refuge, a place of growth and self-discovery. And now at just turning 19 years old, as he prepared to leave for university, he knew that the lessons he had learned here would stay with him, no matter where he went.

Jacob turned back toward the house, feeling a sense of readiness for the challenges that lay ahead. He knew that while the barn and his solitary training had played a crucial role in his life, the future held new opportunities to maybe connect with other bodybuilders and explore new facets of himself. As he prepared for the transition, he carried with him the strength and resilience he had developed, knowing that his journey was only just beginning.

Chapter 2 - Are You Superman?

Jacob awoke early as usual, his nerves and excitement mingling into a restless energy. The full moon was still up as he pulled on his baggy clothes—loose sweatshirts and oversized pants—designed to conceal the results of years of dedicated training. Despite his attempts to blend in, the oversized clothing did little to hide the massive muscles he had painstakingly built. He hoped that by staying under the radar, he could avoid the attention his huge physique often attracted in public, which only heightened his shyness.

As he arrived at the small town train station and gave Uncle Jim a goodbye hug, Jacob felt the weight of his past and the gravity of his future pressing down on him. The station was bustling with people, and as he made his way to the platform, he could feel eyes lingering on him. His size was hard to ignore, and despite his effort to go unnoticed, a few curious glances turned into outright stares. He caught snippets of whispers—comments about his broad shoulders, his meaty quads, his unusual bulk. 

A group of kids, fascinated by his appearance, approached him cautiously. One of them, a boy no older than seven, tugged on Jacob’s sweatshirt. “Mister, are you Superman?” the boy asked, his eyes wide with admiration.

Jacob offered a shy smile, shaking his head. “No, just... just a guy who likes to work out.”

“Wow,” the boy breathed, looking him up and down. “You must be really strong.”

Jacob nodded, unsure how to respond, and quickly excused himself from the growing group of admirers, finding a quieter spot on the platform. The attention made him uncomfortable; he wasn’t used to being the center of it, and it only served to remind him of how different he felt.

The train ride north was a blur of landscapes and thoughts. Jacob watched the scenery shift from the familiar flatness of his hometown to the rolling hills and urban sprawl of the larger city. Each mile took him further from his comfort zone and closer to the unknown challenges of university life. He tried to focus on the rhythmic clatter of the train on the tracks, using it as a way to calm his nerves.

Jacob drifted into sleep on the train, his body lulled by the rhythmic clacking of the wheels. In his dream, he was surrounded by a horde of mutant muscle men, their physiques impossibly massive, every muscle group defined to perfection. Their bodies gleamed with sweat and flexed with power, the room vibrating with their testosterone-fueled energy. Each man struck exaggerated poses, their arms and legs swelling with veins and striations, showcasing biceps and quads that seemed to defy human limits. Jacob felt both awe and intimidation, his eyes darting from one colossal figure to the next, each flex sending ripples through their flesh that seemed to echo in the air.

The dreamscape shifted abruptly, and Jacob jolted awake. The train car was dimly lit, and his heart raced as he looked around, still groggy. Across the aisle, a man in his thirties sat with an intense stare, his eyes fixed on Jacob's lap. The man's tongue flicked out to wet his lips as he eyed the prominent tent in Jacob's sweatpants caused by his gigantic cock, the evidence of Jacob's arousal now embarrassingly visible. A flush of heat spread across Jacob's face, and he scrambled to his feet, his mind racing. He stumbled down the aisle towards the bathroom, desperate to relieve the mounting pressure and escape the unwanted attention.

When the train finally arrived at the city’s main station, Jacob disembarked with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. Carrying his duffel and back pack, he caught the eyes of many travelers as he made his way out of the busy station. He took a cab to a modest motel he had booked for the night. It wasn’t much, but it was clean and within his tight budget. The motel room was small and unremarkable, a simple space with a bed, a desk, and a worn-out armchair. Jacob dropped his backpack and duffel bag on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the weight of the transition settle on his shoulders.

His mind raced with thoughts of the coming day—orientation at the university, moving in with an unknown roommate in his dorm, meeting new people, trying to fit in. The idea of being around so many unfamiliar faces was daunting, especially knowing that his size would draw attention whether he wanted it or not. Jacob had always been shy, preferring the solitude of his workouts to the awkwardness of social interactions.

Looking around the drab motel room, Jacob felt a familiar tension building. He needed to work out, to push his body and clear his mind. But of course, this cheap motel didn’t have a gym and it was too late to go exploring for one, so he decided to make do with what he had. He stripped down to his typical white cotton tanktop and jockstrap and started with push-ups. The familiar burn in his muscles was comforting, a reminder of the control he had over this one aspect of his life. He moved on to presses, lunges, and crunches, pushing himself until his muscles quivered with exhaustion.

The workout helped to calm his nerves, but as he caught his reflection in the mirror, he couldn’t help but scrutinize his physique. He turned sideways, flexing his arm slightly, noting the size of his biceps, the way his veins stood out against his skin. But it wasn’t enough. It never felt like enough. He wanted to be bigger, stronger—an unstoppable force. The thought consumed him, and as he wiped the sweat from his face, he made a silent vow to push himself even harder once he settled in at the university.

A loud knock on the motel room’s door interrupted his thoughts. Jacob tensed, unsure of who it could be at this late hour in this new city. He peeked through the peep-hole to find the middle aged desk clerk standing there, he opened the door cautiously.

“Brought you some more towels,” the man said with a friendly smile. “Thought you might need them.”

Jacob nodded, grateful but embarrassed by the intrusion as he fully opened the door. “Thanks,” he mumbled, taking the towels.

The clerk gave him an appraising look. “I found this pass to a gym that’s a few blocks from here and thought a big guy like you might put it to good use in the morning. You’re one of those bodybuilders, aren’t you?” he asked, a note of curiosity in his voice as his eyes roamed over Jacob’s  sweaty, bulging frame.

Jacob shifted uncomfortably but excited about maybe hitting a gym in the morning, but he was not used to being asked such questions directly. “I... I lift weights,” he admitted quietly.

The clerk chuckled. “Figured as much. You’re a big fella. Must take a lot of hard work to get that strong.”

Jacob offered a small, awkward smile. “Yeah, it does. Thanks for the gym pass, I’ll check it out”

“Well, good luck and let me know if I can help you out with... anything,” the man said suggestively and licked his lips, giving Jacob a nod as his eyes landed on his overstuffed, old jock strap.

Jacob, in his surprise and haste at the knock on the door, had forgotten how he was dressed and quickly panicked. As the door clicked shut behind him, Jacob leaned against it, taking a deep breath. The brief interaction had left him feeling exposed, and his anxiety resurfacing with a vengeance. He wished he could be more confident, more at ease with himself. But for now, he would just have to focus on what he could control—his training, his goals, and the path ahead. 

He headed to the small bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. That helped but he realized as he smelled his ripe musk he needed a full shower to rinse off the sweat from his workout. He turned on the warm water and stripped out of his sweat soaked tank, which took some effort over his pumped muscles. The ragged jockstrap had definitely seen better days but still did its job of containing Jacob's enormous manhood. Released from the entrapment, his semi-hard cock flopped out over his bull balls slapping from thigh to thigh as he moved. He made a mental note as he picked up the sweaty jock and flung it toward his duffel bag to shop for more underwear from that website he found last year that catered to big guys with big meat.

The shower helped as he soaped up his pumped muscles but there was still a tension that needed release and if he didn’t address it now Jacob knew he would never get a good night’s rest before his big day tomorrow. As he dried off from the shower his cock was now full on raging hard and demanding attention. He walked over toward the bed and reached into his backpack and pulled out the latest issue of Massive Muscle Magazine. Back on his 14th birthday, Uncle Jim had gifted him with a subscription to the magazine and Jacob had renewed it every year since. Each issue provided instruction and motivation as Uncle Jim intended, but more importantly it fueled his growing sexual fantasies to the point where every single page of each monthly issue would be soaked with his seed until the next month’s issue arrived and the process repeated.

He excitedly flipped through the brand new magazine and stopped quickly on the layout images of a couple of his favorite mass monsters. They were in front of a tractor doing a double bicep pose, wearing tight jeans, no shirts, and cowboy hats. Jacob grabbed the base of his thick, throbbing meat with his right hand as his eyes zeroed in on the huge bodybuilders and his focus went right to their dark hairy pecs and pits. Jacob loved seeing the rare images of the huge muscle men in their natural hairy state as opposed to when they shaved for the stage competitions. He dreamed to feel the soft fur covering the granite-hard pecs and wondered what those pits smelled like after they finished working on the ranch all day…oh…ugh…grunt…and without even one stroke of his cock the cum shot out of his cannon hitting the far wall of the room above the bed. Jacob threw his head back and dropped the magazine as stream after stream erupted from his hard cock. He fell forward onto the cum stained sheets and almost instantly was in a deep sleep.  

 

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Chapter 3 - Here to grow

The next morning, Jacob woke up before dawn at his usual time, unable to shake the anxiety that had settled in his chest. The motel room was still dark as he sat up in bed, his mind racing. Today was the day he would visit the university for the first time, and the thought of being around so many new people was overwhelming. But beneath that anxiety was something else—a flicker of excitement. 

After a quick breakfast of protein shakes and fruit he had packed with him, Jacob put on his oversized sweats and hoodie and headed for the address on the pass to the gym. The city streets were already coming to life as he made his way. The sight of tall buildings and bustling sidewalks was a stark contrast to the quiet, rural town he had left behind, and he felt a mix of awe and unease as he walked among the crowds. He kept his head down, avoiding eye contact, his large frame moving carefully through the throngs of people.

The downtown area was sprawling and impressive, with a blend of old brick buildings and modern glass structures. Jacob felt a pang of nervousness as he followed the directions leading to the gym. His heart raced as he imagined what the gym would be like, and how he would measure up against the other big city lifters.

As he entered the facility, Jacob was struck by the sheer size of the place. The gym was massive, filled with state-of-the-art equipment and bustling with activity. The sound of clanking weights and the hum of conversation filled the air. Jacob stood at the entrance for a moment, taking it all in. He could see groups of guys working out together, their camaraderie evident in their easy banter. It was a world he had always observed from the outside, never quite fitting in.

Jacob checked in at the front desk with his pass and then made his way to the locker room, where he secured his backpack and hoodie. As he did, he noticed a few guys around his age exchanging glances, clearly sizing him up. In actuality the young gay boys were practically drooling over the handsome bodybuilder who had interrupted their typical banter each secretly hoping the big stud would remove his clothes so that could see the huge muscular body underneath those big sweats. But Jacob was completely oblivious feeling like an out of place freak. And even though he was the largest man in the room, Jacob felt a familiar pang of insecurity, but he pushed it aside, reminding himself that he was here to train, not to worry about what others thought. Still, his hands shook slightly as he tightened the laces on his sneakers, the weight of their scrutiny pressing down on him.

When Jacob finally stepped onto the gym floor, he felt a sense of relief. The familiar environment soothed his nerves, the rows of dumbbells, benches and machines providing a welcome distraction from the unease gnawing at him. He started with some light stretching, his muscles warming up as he prepared for a heavy lifting session. This was his comfort zone—where he could focus on his goals and block out everything else.

He began his routine with bench presses, carefully loading the bar with weights. As he lay back on the bench, his hands gripping the cold metal bar, he felt a rush of adrenaline. With each set, he pushed the bar harder, his muscles straining under the heavy load. The burn in his chest and arms was intense, but it was a feeling he had come to crave—a reminder of the progress he was making.

As Jacob finished his set, he noticed a group of guys gathered near the squat racks, watching him with interest. One of them, a tall guy with a confident air, approached him. 

"Hey man, that’s some serious weight you're lifting," the guy said, nodding appreciatively. "You must be a pro bodybuilder or something."

Jacob felt his cheeks flush. "No, just... just a guy who likes to lift," he replied, his voice barely above a mumble.

The guy grinned, clearly impressed. "Well, whatever you're doing, it's working. I'm Kevin, by the way."

Jacob hesitated for a moment before responding. "I'm Jacob."

"Nice to meet you, Jacob," Kevin said, giving him a friendly pat on the back. "You new here?"

"Yeah, just got in yesterday," Jacob admitted, feeling a bit more at ease.

"Cool. If you ever need a spotter or want to join in with us, feel free," Kevin offered, gesturing to his two buds behind him who were watching their interactions intently, "We’re all here to grow, right?"

Jacob nodded, appreciating the offer but unsure if he was ready to join in. The thought of working out with others was both appealing and intimidating. He had always trained alone, preferring the solitude and focus it allowed. But now, in this new environment, the idea of having some support didn’t seem so bad.

"Thanks," Jacob said, managing a small smile. "I’ll think about it."

Kevin gave him a thumbs-up and a squeeze of his bowling ball delts before heading back to his friends. Jacob watched them for a moment, noticing how at ease they seemed with each other, joking and offering encouragement between sets. It was a dynamic he had never experienced, and he wondered what it would be like to be a part of it.

Shaking off the thoughts, Jacob returned to his workout, moving on to the incline dumbbell press. As he pressed the heavy weights up, he focused on the sensation of his muscles contracting, the strain in his pecs and triceps grounding him. This was his element—where he could lose himself in the physical challenge and forget about everything else. He worked through his routine methodically, each lift a step closer to his goals.

But even as he trained, Jacob couldn’t completely shake the nervous energy that had been with him all morning. The gym was much busier than he was used to, and the presence of so many other people made him self-conscious. He noticed the stares in his direction, heard snippets of conversation as people commented on his huge size and strength. It was something he had dealt with for years, but it never got easier.

After nearly two hours of intense training, Jacob decided to call it a morning. His muscles were thoroughly fatigued, his body spent, but it was a good kind of exhaustion. He wiped the sweat, grabbed his water jug, and headed back to the locker room.

He was tempted to shower at the gym but as he peeked back at the wet area he saw a large communal shower in an open room and knew he wasn’t ready for that level of exposure. He’d wait until he got back to the cheap motel instead. As he put on his hoodie and grabbed his backpack, Jacob thought about the day ahead. Orientation was just two hours away, and the thought of meeting his new classmates filled him with a mix of dread and anticipation. He knew he would stand out, not just because of his size, but because of his shyness, his tendency to retreat into himself in social situations. But he also knew that this was a chance for a fresh start—a chance to push himself not just physically, but socially as well.

When he was ready to leave, Jacob took one last look around the gym. He could hear the faint sound of laughter and conversation coming from the free weight area, a reminder of the camaraderie that he had always kept at arm’s length. With a deep breath, he stepped outside, the sun shining brightly in the late days of summer as he walked back to the motel.

The day was just beginning, and with it, the possibility of something new. Jacob knew he had a long way to go, but for the first time in a long while, he felt a spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he could find a place where he belonged—a place where his strength wasn’t just a physical trait, but a part of who he was. 

And with that thought in mind, he squared his shoulders, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Chapter 4 - Musclegod Among Us

Jacob arrived at the orientation hall, his nerves jangling. He had quickly checked in at his dorm and was relieved to find an empty room. He dropped his duffel on the small bed and headed across the quad to the auditorium for orientation. The large room was filled with rows of seats stacked up in a semi-circle around a stage in the center, already half-occupied by students chatting excitedly among themselves. Jacob hesitated at the entrance, his eyes sweeping over the unfamiliar faces as the usual looks laid on him making him feel even more on edge. Everyone seemed so at ease, so confident, while he felt like an outsider, lost in a sea of strangers.

He climbed the steps and finally picked a seat on the top row, hoping to blend in and avoid drawing attention. There were two empty seats and then a structural column before the row met from the other side, he chose the seat near the column hoping to disappear into the landscape. As he sat down in the tight seat he rearranged his crushed balls and cock and he fidgeted with the hem of his sweatshirt, his hands betraying the anxiety he was trying to keep under control. He forced himself to take slow, steady breaths, reminding himself that this was just another step in his new life—a necessary step, even if it scared him.

The university staff began their presentation, welcoming the new students and outlining what they could expect in the coming weeks. Jacob tried to focus, but his mind kept wandering. The overwhelming view of so many people, the pressure to make a good impression, it was all too much. He found himself retreating into his thoughts, thinking about the old Barn and the sense of comfort it had brought him.

Just as he was beginning to calm down, he heard the door behind him open and felt a presence behind him. Someone had come into the room from the upper entry. Jacob tensed, not daring to look up at first. He could sense the person’s size and energy, a quiet but undeniable confidence that made him feel even more awkward. After a few moments, there was a break in the orientation speakers.

“Hey, mind if I sit here?” a deep voice asked, smooth and friendly.

Jacob finally looked up, and his breath caught in his throat. The man standing beside him was huge and striking—unusually tall, with broad, thick shoulders, thick pecs, and tree trunk thighs. He was older probably in his late twenties, Jacob guessed. His short sandy brown hair was cut high and tight like men in the military that Jacob had seen on TV, and he had a warm, easy smile that seemed to light up his face. But it was his eyes that really drew Jacob in—intense blue, like the sky on a clear day.

Jacob swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. “Uh, no, not at all,” he managed to say, his voice coming out quieter than he intended as Jacob tried to twist his torso slightly to provide a little extra room for the giant man as he folded himself in the tiny seat.

“Thanks,” the big man replied, settling into the tight seat. He held out a hand. “I’m Ryan.”

“Jacob,” he said, shaking Ryan’s huge hand. The contact was brief, but it sent a jolt through Jacob’s body, making him acutely aware of how close they were sitting. He had never been this close to another bodybuilder before. He pulled his hand back quickly, hoping Ryan hadn’t noticed the slight tremor.

“So, what do you think of this place so far?” Ryan asked, leaning back in his chair and throwing his long legs into the aisleway, and Jacob’s eyes zeroed in on the massive bulge.

“It’s… big,” Jacob replied, struggling to find his words. “A lot bigger than I’m used to.”

Ryan chuckled. “Yeah, it’s definitely a change. I’m from a small town too, so I know what you mean.”

Jacob nodded, feeling a small sense of relief at the shared experience. “It’s just… a lot to take in,” he added, his voice trailing off.

“I get it,” Ryan said, his tone understanding. “But hey, it’s all part of the adventure, right? New people, new places.”

Jacob forced a smile, trying to mirror Ryan’s easygoing attitude, but his mind was racing. There was something about Ryan that was making him feel… different. His heart was pounding, not from anxiety, but from something else—something that made his chest tighten in a way he didn’t fully understand. He had never been this close to someone like Ryan before, and the feelings it stirred up in him were confusing, overwhelming.

As the orientation continued, Jacob found it harder to focus. His thoughts kept drifting back to Ryan, to the way his voice had a subtle, calming effect, and the way he carried himself with such authority and ease. Jacob was hyper-aware of every movement Ryan made—the way he shifted in his seat his muscles rippling with every movement, the way his long fingers tapped lightly on the armrest. It was like Ryan’s presence was drawing Jacob in, making it impossible to think about anything else.

When the session finally ended, Jacob felt both relieved and disappointed. He wasn’t sure how to handle the way he was feeling, and he wasn’t even sure if Ryan had noticed. He wanted to stand up quickly and escape, eager to move away before he did something awkward.

“Hey, Jacob,” Ryan said, turning to him as they both stood up, “You got any plans for lunch?”

Jacob froze, his mind going blank. Lunch? With Ryan? The idea both thrilled and terrified him. What if he said something stupid? What if Ryan could tell how nervous he was? And worse, what if Ryan realized why Jacob was so nervous?

“Uh, I was just going to grab something quick,” Jacob stammered, avoiding Ryan’s eyes. “Nothing special.”

Ryan smiled. “Cool. Mind if I join you? I’m still figuring out where everything is around here.”

Jacob hesitated, the panic rising in his chest. He couldn’t seem to find a reason to say no, but the thought of spending more time with Ryan was almost too much to handle. Yet, despite his fear, there was a part of him—a small, quiet part—that wanted to say yes. That wanted to spend time with Ryan, to get to know him better.

“Sure,” Jacob finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. “That sounds good.”

Ryan’s smile widened, and Jacob felt his heart skip a beat. “Great! Let’s check out the cafeteria. I heard they’ve got some good protein options.”

Jacob nodded, falling into step beside Ryan as they made their way out of the auditorium. His mind was still spinning, but he forced himself to focus on the present. This was just lunch, he told himself. Just two guys getting to know each other. There was nothing to worry about. Nothing to fear.

But as they walked side by side toward the cafeteria, Jacob couldn’t help but steal glances up at Ryan, his eyes drawn to the line of his jaw, the way his huge muscles moved under his shirt as he walked. The attraction was undeniable, and it scared Jacob more than anything. He had never felt this way about anyone before, and he didn’t know what to do with these feelings, or how to hide them.

The cafeteria was bustling with students, the noise level making it hard to think. Ryan led the way, navigating the crowd with ease. His 6’6” massive frame splitting the crowd like a tank. Jacob followed closely, his nerves returning as they approached the food stations. He felt out of place in the crowded space, his own large frame bumping against chairs and tables as he tried to keep up with Ryan, the two bodybuilders turning heads throughout the large room.

They finally found a quiet spot by the windows, and Jacob sat down, trying to calm his racing heart. Ryan seemed oblivious to his turmoil, chatting easily about moving to a new city and his new part time role on the sports training staff. Jacob nodded along, grateful that Ryan was carrying the conversation. It gave him a chance to collect his thoughts, to figure out how to act normal.

But no matter how hard he tried, Jacob couldn’t shake the tension that had settled in his chest. The more he watched Ryan, the more he realized how drawn he was to him. And the more terrified he became of what that meant. He had no idea if Ryan felt the same way, or if he even liked guys at all. The thought of making a mistake, of misreading the situation, filled Jacob with dread.

“So, what about you?” Ryan asked, pulling Jacob out of his thoughts. “What classes are you taking?”

Jacob blinked, realizing he had been lost in his own head again. “Uh, mostly general ed stuff,” he said, struggling to remember the details. “And, um, some fitness-related courses. I’m thinking about majoring in exercise science.”

Ryan’s eyes lit up. “That’s awesome! I’m an Exercise Physiologist. Happy to offer any insights and tutoring.”

Jacob managed a weak smile, his stomach flipping at the idea of seeing Ryan more often. But along with that excitement came a wave of fear. What if Ryan found out? What if he realized how Jacob felt? The thought made him want to retreat, to put up walls and protect himself from the possibility of rejection.

But despite his fear, Jacob couldn’t help but feel drawn to Ryan. There was something about him that made Jacob want to open up, to be close to him, even though it scared him more than anything else. He knew he had to be careful, to keep his feelings hidden, but he couldn’t deny the spark that had been lit inside him.

As they finished their lunch, Ryan suggested they check out the quad together as there were booths set up for all of the social organizations and activities recruiting the new freshmen. Jacob agreed, unable to think of a reason to say no, even as his anxiety flared up again. Being around the commanding and confident Ryan was both exhilarating and terrifying, and Jacob wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep his emotions in check, not to mention the uncomfortable throbbing in his jock.

But for now, he would try. He would walk beside Ryan, listen to his stories, and pretend that everything was normal. He would hide the longing in his chest, the tension that made his hands shake whenever he was too close to Ryan. Because the truth was, Jacob didn’t want to lose this—didn’t want to lose Ryan’s friendship, even if it meant burying his own feelings deep inside.

As they wandered the quad, Ryan continued to talk, his voice a comforting background to Jacob’s turbulent thoughts. And despite the fear, despite the confusion, Jacob found himself smiling, even laughing at Ryan’s jokes. For the first time ever, he felt a connection to someone—a connection that both thrilled and terrified him.

After a couple of hours Ryan said he needed to get home to prepare for tomorrow, they exchanged numbers and a bro-hug. As Jacob watched the giant man walk away, he knew one thing for certain: this was only the beginning. Whatever happened next, however complicated his feelings might be, he couldn’t turn back now. 

[Ro20316]

Man this is so freaking sweet. Jacob found an outlet for his frustration and depression and grown to be an spectacular man and i wonder why is he so shy when he probably had every girl and closeted boy lusting for him in HS. He has come along way and im sure  bigger and better times will comes.

[HeyDaddy01]

Chapter 5 - University Gym

Jacob woke up the next morning at his usual time with a strange mix of excitement and anxiety. His morning wood throbbing, Jacob slid his hand down the full length of his manhood. He had no point of reference in real life to compare and had only seen the porn stars on the internet, but he was bigger than most of them so he felt a tug of pride as he tugged on his horsecock. He suddenly remembered where he was and snapped his eyes open turning to see a still empty unmade bed. He giggled at his panic and wondered if he was going to even have a roommate this year. He made a mental note to check in with the Dorm Leader later today to get an update.

He got up out of bed and headed to the bathroom. The day before had been overwhelming, with orientation, meeting Ryan, and the flood of new experiences that came with starting college. These moments kept replaying in his mind—Ryan’s invitation to lunch and the ease with which they’d connected, even if Jacob had been nervous the entire time.

He was still mulling over those thoughts when he heard a chime on his phone. There was a new message from Ryan: *Hey, Jacob! I’m at the university gym this morning. Come by and I’ll show you around. Got something that might interest you.*

Jacob’s heart raced as he read the message. He’d been planning to hit the gym this morning anyway, eager to get back to a routine that made him feel more in control. But the idea of meeting Ryan there added a whole new layer of tension. And what did he mean by ‘got something that might interest you’? The thought was both thrilling and terrifying. Would this make things awkward? Or worse, would Ryan see right through him?

After a quick breakfast of protein shakes and fruit, Jacob gathered his things and made his way across the dark campus to the gym. The facility was even bigger than he’d imagined, with huge glass windows that showcased the impressive array of equipment inside. It was a place where serious college athletes trained, and the sight of it filled Jacob with both excitement and a familiar sense of inadequacy.

He stepped inside, trying to shake off his nerves. Even at this early hour, the air was filled with the sound of clanging weights, the hum of treadmills, and the chatter of people working out. Jacob scanned the room, searching for Ryan, and spotted him easily near the front desk, talking to another staff member. 

Ryan looked even more confident here, in his element. He was dressed in the gym’s uniform—black shorts and a fitted blue t-shirt that showed off every muscle of his massive build. Jacob gasped at the sight of him, even relaxed he was so massive. He then hesitated, suddenly self-conscious about the way he looked in his own oversized baggy gym sweats. But before he could second-guess himself, Ryan noticed him and waved him over with a bright smile.

“Hey, man! Glad you made it,” Ryan greeted him warmly, stepping to meet him with a big handshake and pulling him into a bro-hug.

“Yeah, thanks for inviting me,” Jacob replied, hoping his voice didn’t betray how nervous he was.

Ryan gestured around the gym. “So, what do you think? Pretty cool place, huh?”

Jacob nodded, taking it all in. “Yeah, it’s amazing. Way bigger than my old barn back home.”

Ryan chuckled. “Yeah, it’s one of the perks of being at a big university. They’ve got everything here.”

Jacob tried to relax, focusing on the familiar comfort of the gym instead of the nervous flutter in his chest. “So, you work here?” Jacob muttered.

“Kinda, I don’t work for the gym but I’m assigned to the wrestling team this semester and will work with them later this morning.  I get to help people out and stay in shape myself.”

Jacob couldn’t help but be impressed. Ryan seemed so at ease, so sure of himself. It was something Jacob admired, even envied. “That’s really cool.”

Ryan grinned, as if he could sense Jacob’s admiration. “You know, they are looking for a part-time attendant here. Have you ever thought about working at a gym?”

Jacob blinked, caught off guard by the suggestion. “Me? I mean, I guess, but… I don’t know if I’d be good at it.”

“Come on, look at you, you’d fit in great around here. You’re serious about lifting, right? You’ve got the passion, and you’re obviously dedicated.” Ryan’s tone was encouraging, almost as if he’d already decided Jacob would be a good fit. “It’s mainly just keeping the place organized and clean, offering a spot when needed. Plus, it’s a great way to meet people and get more involved on campus.”

Jacob hesitated, the idea swirling in his mind. He’d never considered working at a gym, but now that Ryan was suggesting it, it didn’t seem so far-fetched. And the thought of spending more time at the gym, maybe even more time with Ryan, was… appealing.

“I guess I could give it a try,” Jacob said, his voice tentative.

“Awesome!” Ryan clapped him on his bowling ball sized shoulder, his touch sending a jolt through Jacob. “I’ll talk to the manager today and get you an interview. Don’t worry—it’s pretty informal. Just be yourself. With my recommendation, you’ve already got the job.”

Jacob smiled, though his nerves hadn’t entirely subsided. “Thanks, Ryan. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. I think you’ll fit in great here.” Ryan’s confidence in him was almost enough to make Jacob believe it too. “But first, let’s hit the weights. I could use a workout partner today. It’s leg day.”

Jacob’s heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. Working out with Ryan? It was both thrilling and nerve-wracking, but he couldn’t say no, he wondered if anyone ever said no to Big Ryan. “Sure, let’s do it.”

Ryan was already headed to the locker room, sure in Jacob’s response and knowing he would be right behind him. Ryan went to his assigned locker and pointed at a vacant open one behind him, “Put your backpack and sweatshirt in there.” He instructed as Ryan pulled off his t-shirt, grabbed a tank and swapped shirts. Jacob panicked, he had never worked out in a public gym in just a tanktop. But Ryan had given the orders and Jacob was beginning to understand that were Ryan led, Jacob followed.

Jacob reluctantly pulled his oversized sweatshirt off and shoved it in the locker. Ryan took in the exposed muscle of the young buck and gave him a head-nod of approval before turning quickly and heading out.

They walked over to the free weight area, where Ryan led Jacob through a series of stretches and warm ups. Ryan was clearly experienced, his movements fluid and precise as he demonstrated each stretching movement. Jacob did his best to keep up, focusing on his form and trying not to get distracted by the fact that Ryan was right there, encouraging him.

As they moved through their workout, Jacob found himself relaxing more. The rhythm of the weights, the familiar strain in his muscles—it all helped to calm his nerves. And Ryan was easy to talk to, his laid-back attitude making the conversation flow naturally.

“So, what got you into lifting?” Ryan asked as they moved on to the leg press machine after a grueling round of deep, heavy squats.

Jacob hesitated, unsure how much to share. But something about Ryan’s genuine interest made him want to open up. “I was always kind of shy growing up,” he admitted, his voice quieter than usual. “Didn’t really fit in. But when I started lifting, it gave me something to focus on, something I could control. I guess it just stuck with me.”

Ryan nodded, listening intently. “I get that. It’s amazing how fitness can change your whole outlook. It’s not just about the physical stuff, you know? It’s about finding your strength—mentally, too.”

Jacob glanced at Ryan, feeling a strange connection in that moment. Ryan seemed to understand, in a way that few people did, about Jacob’s obsession with bodybuilding. It made Jacob feel less alone, less like he was the only one struggling to find his place.

“What about you?” Jacob asked, curious to know more about Ryan.

Ryan smiled, finishing his set before answering. “I got into it because of sports. I’ve always been active—played soccer, football, ran track, that kind of thing. But when I started lifting, it became something more. It’s like my therapy, you know? A way to clear my head. And after I finished my tour in the Marines, I kept at it throughout undergrad and discovered my love for bodybuilding”

Jacob nodded, understanding exactly what he meant. “Yeah, I get that.”

They continued their workout in companionable silence, the shared effort creating a bond between them. Ryan’s deep voice only coming out to encourage or coach. By the time they finished, Jacob felt a sense of accomplishment—not just from the workout, but from the connection he was beginning to build with Ryan.

As they cooled down, stretching out their tired and pumped leg muscles, Ryan turned to Jacob with a grin. “So, how’d it feel to have a workout partner?”

Jacob couldn’t help but smile back. “It was good. Really good.”

“Glad to hear it. We will make this a regular thing—6 days a week at 5 am- I am going make you even more massive.”

Jacob’s heart leaped at the idea. Spending more time with Ryan, getting stronger and bigger together—it was exactly what he wanted, even if he was still unsure of where his feelings would take him. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Great,” Ryan said, slinging a towel over his shoulder. “Once we get into our full rhythm, we’ll really be able to push each other.”

Jacob felt a swell of pride at Ryan’s words. He wasn’t used to this kind of attention, this kind of camaraderie, but it felt good. Like maybe he was finally finding his place.

As Jacob walked out of the gym, the sun rising in the distance, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation for what was to come. He wasn’t just starting college—he was starting something new, something that might just change his life.

And with Ryan by his side, Jacob felt like he might actually be ready for it.

Chapter 6 - Big Ryan’s View

Ryan watched as Jacob walked out of the gym, his broad shoulders blocking the rising sun and the motion of the huge globes of his bouncing glutes as he waddled shakily after the rough leg workout made Ryan smirk and his dick throb. Ryan could tell the handsome young stud had a lot on his mind, and not just about the workout. But that was okay. Ryan had a pretty good sense of what was going on with Jacob, even if Jacob didn’t fully realize it himself.

From the moment he’d spotted Jacob walking across the quad heading for the freshman orientation in the auditorium, Ryan had felt an unexpected pull. Ryan picked up the pace and moved around to the upper entrances knowing he would have a better view up top to find him in the crowd. As luck would have it, the muscleboy was right in front of him when he opened the doors to the space. 

Jacob was big, sure, with that kind of raw, untapped potential that made Ryan’s competitive side itch to help him. But it was more than that. Jacob’s shy, uncertain demeanor was a stark contrast to the confident, driven energy that Ryan was used to both in himself and the people he surrounded himself with. There was something about Jacob’s quiet vulnerability that Ryan found... endearing.

Ryan wasn’t a stranger to feeling attracted to other men—he had long since accepted that part of himself. But this was different. Jacob wasn’t just another guy in the gym; he was someone who needed guidance, who needed someone to look out for him. And Ryan was more than willing to be that person, even if it meant taking things slow.

He knew better than to rush. Jacob was shy and inexperienced, and pushing too hard too fast could easily scare him off. Ryan had seen it happen before, and the last thing he wanted was to lose the opportunity to get close to Jacob, both as a friend and, maybe someday, something more.

Ryan had spent years honing his patience in the Marines, learning the value of strategy and the importance of timing. This situation wasn’t all that different. He would take his time, earn Jacob’s trust, and show him that he didn’t need to be afraid. It wasn’t about commanding or getting what he wanted right away; it was about building something real and lasting.

The way Jacob had responded during their workout had only confirmed what Ryan suspected. Jacob was nervous, sure, but he was also eager to learn, to improve, to please and to connect. There was a spark there, one that Ryan was determined to fan into a flame. It would take time, but Ryan had plenty of that. After all, they were just starting their journey at this university, and Ryan had a feeling it was going to be a memorable one.

As Ryan walked through the gym, heading back to the locker room to shower before his shift with the wrestling team, his mind kept drifting back to the handsome muscle-boy. He could see the potential in him, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. Jacob had the makings of someone truly great, if only he could see it in himself.

Ryan knew he could help with that. He would be there to push Jacob when he needed it, to support him when he faltered, and to guide him as he navigated this new chapter of his life. But more than that, Ryan wanted to be there to see Jacob grow—both in the gym and in the confidence that would inevitably come with it.

And maybe, just maybe, as Jacob grew, so would their connection. Ryan could feel something between them already, an unspoken bond that had the potential to become something much deeper. He wasn’t going to rush it, but he wasn’t going to ignore it either. For now, he would focus on being the friend Jacob needed, on helping him find his footing in this new world.

The rest would come in time.

As he closed the curtain on his shower and felt the hot steamy water hit his body, Ryan let his mind wander and his hands explore his now rock hard cock. Ryan had always been an ass man, a total alpha top, and seeing Jacob's ginormous glutes made him want to fall to his knees and worship every inch with his tongue.  Jacob was unusually thick with muscle not only for his age but for his height. At six foot he had more muscle than some pro bodybuilders. 

Ryan's memory flashed on Jacob doing deep squats and the sight of his sweat stained jockstrap peeking out at the top of his sweatpants had been almost too much for Ryan to handle. 

He grabbed the soap and stroked his throbbing big cock knowing that one day he would be entering that magnificent virgin ass and claiming it as his own. Ryan was a big dominant top that loved to powerfuck a hot ass and Jacob’s was the hottest ass he’d seen in years. The thought of having him in his basement playroom was the trigger that set his cock shooting ropes against the tile wall.

As he finished his shower and dressed for his shift, Ryan glanced at his reflection in the mirror. He knew how he came across—confident, strong, and maybe a little intimidating. It was a look he’d cultivated over the years, one that had served him well in the Marines and in the competitive world of bodybuilding. But with Jacob, he would have to be careful to soften those edges. Jacob didn’t need someone to command him right now; he needed someone to guide him, to show him that it was okay to be himself.

Ryan smiled to himself as he left the locker room, heading to the wrestling team’s practice area. He’d play the long game with Jacob, letting things develop naturally. He could already see the progress they were making, and he was excited to see where it would lead. Jacob might not know it yet, but he was on the verge of something big—something that could change his life in more ways than one.

And Ryan was going to be right there beside him, every step of the way.

[Ro20316]

Ohhh a continuation so soon¡¡ U spiling us.

I loved that change in POV we can read what both the guys are thinking and how different they are. Jacob  grew up always having someone to telling himwhat to do, first his parents and then his uncle and he never got to be himself cause he always was so shy that he didnt believe in himself eventho he know he is big and could do whatever he wanted while Ryan is a confident man, he has more experienced and knows what Jacob might be going trough.

 

I have a feeling Jacob will surpise Ryan and will learn fast how confident he can really be and how a good attitude can take him places,

[Jtchef2]

WOW this is outstanding! I'm glad to hear that you have 44 more chapters for us to enjoy! This is an amazing start to your novel. Thank you for sharing us

[HeyDaddy01]

Chapter 7 - A New Friend

Jacob returned to his dorm after the intense morning workout at the gym with Ryan. His quads ached pleasantly, a reminder of the grueling workout, but his mind was buzzing with the excitement of the new friendship he was forming. He couldn’t help but think about how Ryan had casually invited him into his life, making him feel like he belonged—something Jacob had always struggled with. And being so close to such a handsome bodybuilder like Ryan had thrilled him in other ways as well. As his constant erection could attest there was a definite attraction to the tall, massive muscle man. He picked up his pace anxious to get to his room so he could relieve the building pressure in his aching bull balls.

As he approached his room, Jacob noticed the door was slightly ajar. He pushed it open, expecting the empty space he’d grown used to over the past two days. Instead, he found a small figure standing in the middle of the room, boxes at his feet and a bright, nervous smile on his face.

“Uh, hey,” the little guy said, glancing up at Jacob. “You must be Jacob?”

“Yeah,” Jacob replied, taken aback by the sudden appearance of his roommate. 

“I’m Austin,” the guy said, waving his hand. “I guess we’re roomies.” 

Austin was shorter than he expected, probably around 5’6” and 170 pounds, he was no bodybuilder but had an athletic build that suggested he was no stranger to physical activity. His caramel skin shimmered, and his bright, expressive brown eyes were framed by stylish glasses. There was an energy about him, a kind of vibrancy that immediately caught Jacob’s attention.

“Nice to meet you,” Jacob said, trying to sound as friendly as possible, though he could sense a hesitation in Austin’s demeanor as he took in Jason’s large frame.

“Same here,” Austin replied, though his eyes flicked up and down Jacob’s massive body with a hint of apprehension. “Damn, you’re big, man.”

Jacob scratched the back of his neck, suddenly self-conscious. “Uh, yeah, I guess.” Not realizing that simple action made his lats flare out and his softball sized biceps contract making him appear even larger.

Austin gave a nervous laugh, trying to play it off. “Sorry, it’s just… well, you know how it is. High school wasn’t exactly fun for someone like me.”

Jacob frowned, his curiosity spiked. “Someone like you?” as he made his way to his bed and flopped down trying to make himself smaller.

Austin hesitated, then shrugged. “You know, short, gay, and not white…well, you know, not exactly fitting the standard jock mold. Let’s just say the football team and the other big jocks didn’t exactly roll out the red carpet for me.”

Understanding dawned on Jacob. He’d always been on the quieter side in high school, keeping to himself and focusing on lifting, but he knew how cruel people could be. The idea of someone like Austin being bullied because of who he was made Jacob’s chest tighten with anger.

“That sucks, man,” Jacob said, his voice softer. “I’m really sorry you had to go through that.”

Austin waved a hand, dismissing it with a forced smile. “Hey, it’s the past, right? New place, new start. That’s what I’m telling myself anyway.”

Jacob nodded, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that Austin was still carrying those wounds with him. “Well, for what it’s worth, you don’t have to worry about anything like that here. I hate bullies. From now on, I’ve got your back. Anyone gives you any trouble and they'll have to answer to me.”

Austin blinked, surprised by the deep sincerity in Jacob’s tone. “Thanks, man. I appreciate that.”

There was a brief silence as they both processed the exchange, and then Austin grinned, the tension easing. “So, you work out a lot, huh? I mean, clearly, but like… how much?”

Jacob chuckled, glad for the change in topic. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. It’s kind of my thing. I lift almost every day of the week. Helps me clear my head, you know?”

Austin nodded. “I get that. I got into gymnastics the last few years as an escape. Not really competitive but I like the tumbling and flying around, you know? But lifting weights… nah, I’ve never really gotten into that.”

“If you ever want to try it out, I could show you some stuff,” Jacob offered, surprising himself with how easily the words came out. He’d never really thought of himself as someone who could teach or guide others, but the idea of helping Austin—of being someone he could rely on—and protecting him, felt right.

“Thanks, big guy. I might just take you up on that,” Austin said, his grin widening. “But fair warning, I’m probably going to suck at it.”

Jacob laughed. “No worries. I would suck at gymnastics, being this big I try to stretch and stay a little bit flexible. But hey, we all start somewhere.”

“Well, even big gorillas can tumble!” Austin teased and they both broke out into a laughing fit as Jacob pounded his massive chest imitating the mighty apes.

As they settled into the room, Austin unpacked and organized his things, the conversation flowed naturally. Austin was funny, his quick wit and humor making Jacob laugh more than he could ever remember. Despite the initial awkwardness, they quickly found common ground, sharing stories about their hometowns, their families, and their hopes for college. And while he did open up more than usual, Jacob wasn’t ready yet to share his own sexual identity with the out and proud Austin.

By the time Austin had finished organizing his many, many things and decorating his side of the room, Jacob felt a strong sense of camaraderie with him. It was different from what he felt with Ryan—less intense, perhaps, but just as important. Austin was easy to talk to, his humor and openness making Jacob feel at ease in a way he wasn’t used to. And though Austin had his own walls, Jacob could see the potential for a deep connection there—one where they could both be themselves, without fear of judgment.

As the afternoon wore on, they decided to grab dinner together, continuing their conversation as they headed to the cafeteria. Austin kept the mood light, cracking jokes and making Jacob laugh with stories about his travels and misadventures. But beneath the humor, Jacob could sense the pain Austin had endured, and it only strengthened his resolve to be someone Austin could count on.

As they sat down with their trays, Austin looked up at Jacob, a more serious expression on his face. “You know, I wasn’t sure about you at first,” he admitted. “Big guy, quiet… I kind of thought you might be like the jocks from back home who made my life a living hell.”

Jacob shook his head. “I’m not like that, I promise.”

Austin smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes. “Yeah, I can see that. You’re a good Gorilla. I’m glad we’re roommates.”

“Me too,” Jacob replied, meaning it. “And like I said, little monkey, I’ve got your back. Whatever you need.”

Austin raised his cup in a mock toast. “To new friends, Gorilla and Monkey, and new beginnings.”

Jacob clinked his cup against Austin’s, feeling a sense of contentment he hadn’t expected. He was starting to build something here—something real. And with friends like Austin and Ryan by his side, he felt like maybe, just maybe, he was finally finding his place.

[Ro20316]

We got a roomate and one that is complete opposite of Jacob but im sure he will learn from him as well. 

[HeyDaddy01]

Chapter 8 - Another Beast Enters

The first month at college was a whirlwind for Jacob. Between the demands of his classes, his intense morning workouts with Ryan, and getting to know his new roommate, Austin, his life had taken on a rhythm that was both exhausting and exhilarating. The shy, uncertain young man who had first stepped onto campus was slowly beginning to find his place, though there were still many unknowns ahead.

Jacob’s mornings always began the same way—meeting Ryan at the gym way before sunrise. The workouts were brutal, pushing Jacob to his limits, but he thrived under Ryan’s strict guidance. Ryan’s presence was a constant source of motivation, and the bond between them was growing stronger with each passing day. They talked about everything during those sessions—school, fitness, nutrition—but Ryan never pushed Jacob beyond his comfort zone when it came to more personal matters.

Ryan was patient, offering support without demanding anything in return. Despite the growing attraction Jacob felt, he couldn’t quite bring himself to ask the question that had been on his mind since they first met. Was Ryan interested in him in that way? Or was this simply a friendship forged in the gym? The ambiguity gnawed at Jacob, but he told himself that there was no rush. He valued their connection too much to risk it by making assumptions.

Outside the gym, Jacob’s relationship with Austin was growing too. Austin’s initial wariness of Jacob’s size had faded as they spent more time together. Jacob was determined to protect his new buddy, especially after Austin confided in him with more stories about the severe bullying he’d endured in high school. Word had already spread around the dorm and campus, don't mess with Austin, or else.

One Friday night, after a particularly grueling workout with Ryan as they had started adding a couple of evening sessions to up their muscle mass, Jacob returned to the dorm feeling exhausted yet satisfied. The room was empty so he decided to practice some of the bodybuilding poses Ryan had shown him, wanting to perfect them before their next posing session. He had stripped to his underwear, sweaty and pumped and mid-pose, flexing into the most muscular in front of the mirror on the back of their door, when Austin walked in.

“Whoa, man,” Austin said, his voice tinged with unease seeing the clinched fists, bulging muscles, and crazy expression straining on Jacob’s face. Jacob quickly relaxed his straining muscles, suddenly self-conscious.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“No, it’s okay,” Austin cut him off, though his eyes didn’t meet Jacob’s. “Just…you know, triggered some memories,” as Austin squeezed by the pumped muscle beast and stammered over to his bed trying to gather himself.

Jacob’s heart sank. He knew what Austin was referring to—the bullying, the jocks who had used their size and strength to intimidate him and physically assault him. Without thinking, Jacob stepped forward slowly and got down on one knee next to Austin, his protective instinct kicking in.

“Austin, I’m not like them,” Jacob said firmly. “I may be a big gorilla but I’d never hurt my little monkey. I’m here for you buddy, okay?”

Austin finally looked up, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I know, big guy. It’s just…seeing your fists clenched and you’re so fuckin’ big man…old memories die hard, you know?”

Jacob nodded, but inside, he was struggling with the unfamiliar emotions. He had never felt the need to protect someone so fiercely before. It was new, and it was confusing, but he knew one thing for sure—he didn’t want anyone hurting Austin ever again.

Jacob opened his massive arms wide, offering a small, sheepish smile. “I sure could use a hug,” he said, thinking that maybe this was exactly what Austin needed right now. Austin hesitated for just a moment before giving in, stepping into Jacob’s enormous frame and wrapping his arms around Jacob’s thick neck. The embrace was tight and comforting, with Jacob's powerful arms encircling him. Jacob stood easily, lifting Austin in the air as he held him tight. Austin felt a sense of safety and security that he’d never known before as he wrapped both legs around the big beast and put his head down on the mountainous trap / delt / pec combo. For Jacob, something new stirred inside him—a protective instinct he hadn’t fully realized until now. He liked this feeling, the closeness, and the sense of power that came from shielding Austin, hoping in some way it could help heal his friend’s old wounds.

Later that night, Jacob was startled awake by soft whimpering from across the room. In the dim light, he could see Austin twisting in his bed, his body tense, face contorted in distress. Austin's arms were raised defensively, as if he were trying to ward off blows. Then, through the quiet of the night, Jacob heard Austin cry out, “Stop, Daddy, please don’t!” The words hit Jacob like a punch to the gut. He had to help, but he remembered reading that waking someone abruptly from a nightmare could make things worse. So instead, he gently called out in a quiet, calming voice, “Austin, wake up, bud... Austin, come on, wake up…”

Austin’s eyes suddenly flew open, his face still clouded with terror as he slowly emerged from the nightmare. Sobbing tears rolled down his face. Jacob kept speaking softly, his voice steady and calming. “It’s okay, buddy. You’re okay. Just a bad dream. You’re okay buddy.” He shifted on his bed, raising his right arm high in the air in a welcoming gesture. “Come on over here. I got you.” Austin didn’t hesitate, curling into Jacob’s massive body in a little spoon position. Jacob wrapped his arms around him, enveloping Austin in warmth and safety. Austin’s whimpers slowly turning to shallow breaths as he drifted back to sleep. Jacob’s mind raced, grappling with the revelation that this wasn’t just about some high school bully—this was Austin’s own father. And had Jacob’s flexing triggered the horrible memories causing the nightmare? But now wasn’t the time for questions, only comfort. Jacob pressed a light kiss to the back of Austin’s neck and whispered, “I got you. You’re safe now. Sweet dreams, little monkey…”

Jacob woke at his usual 4:30 a.m., still holding Austin securely in his muscular arms. It felt good, comforting his buddy like this. Their bodies in sync in the big spoon, little spoon position. Jacob felt the soft skin touching his entire being and his cock throbbed in the tight space between Austin’s cute little butt cheeks. Jacob shook off those desires, the gym was calling. 

Carefully, he untangled himself from around the sleeping Austin and slipped quietly out of his bed. In the bathroom, he splashed water on his face and began brushing his teeth, the echo of Austin’s nightmare words—“Stop, Daddy, please don’t”—haunting his thoughts. How could someone hurt that sweet little monkey. As he glanced at his reflection, his fists were instinctively balled up, muscles flexing as if ready to fight and protect Austin from whatever had hurt him. He spat out the toothpaste, took a few deep breaths to calm himself, then threw on his gym uniform and slipped out of their dorm room.

Ryan was amazed at the strength Jacob displayed that morning during their training. The adrenaline and focus from the previous night had poured fuel into Jacob muscles, pushing him to hit a few personal bests on some of the compound exercises. After finishing up, both big men exhausted from the heavy training, retreated to the locker room to cool down and drink their protein shakes.

As they sat on opposite benches soaked in sweat and massive chests heaving in their tanks, a tall, broad-shouldered man with an imposing presence entered the locker room. His aura exuded confidence and strength, immediately drawing Jacob's attention. Before Jacob could say anything, Ryan noticed the man and smiled, though there was a hint of something more in his eyes.

“Jacob, I want you to meet someone,” Ryan said, standing up as the man approached. “This is Hadi. He’s the new assistant wrestling coach here. We actually go way back.” Jacob stood and looked up at the 6’4’’ beast of a man. He was wearing the University's hoodie sweatshirt, but Jacob could tell the man was a muscular titan.

Hadi’s face lit up with a smile as he extended a hand to Jacob. “Yep, Ryan and I have known each other for years,” he said, his deep, smooth voice carrying a warmth and slight exotic accent that was hard to resist. “It’s great to meet you, Jacob. I saw you training this morning, and I have to say, you’re doing some impressive work for a stud your age.” His seductive hazel eyes covering every inch of Jacob’s body.

“Uh, thanks,” Jacob replied, shaking Hadi’s large, powerful hand, though he couldn’t help but feel a bit shy under Hadi’s intense gaze.

There was a brief exchange of knowing looks between Ryan and Hadi, the kind that spoke of a shared past. Jacob sensed there was more to their relationship than just a casual friendship, but before he could dwell on it, Hadi turned his full attention back to him.

“You know, Jacob,” Hadi said, his tone shifting to something more personal, “I’ve seen a lot of built guys in my time, but you... you’re something else. How about we grab dinner tonight, handsome? I’d love to get to know you better.”

Jacob’s heart skipped a beat. Hadi’s invitation was direct, with no ambiguity. It was exhilarating, and terrifying at the same time. He wasn’t used to someone like Hadi, someone who knew exactly what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it.

Ryan, who had been watching the interaction closely, suddenly looked tense. The easygoing demeanor he usually wore was gone, replaced by a flicker of something Jacob hadn’t seen before—jealousy, perhaps.

Jacob glanced quickly between the two men, his mind racing. Hadi’s straightforwardness was a stark contrast to the slow, simmering tension he felt with Ryan. It was thrilling, but also confusing.

“Well, handsome, what do you say?” Hadi prompted, his smile widening as he waited for Jacob’s response.

Jacob swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the decision, he looked up at the handsome arab muscle man, “Yeah… yeah, dinner sounds great.”

“Perfect,” Hadi said, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “I’ll pick you up at 7 at the freshmen dorm.”

As Hadi walked away, Ryan forced a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

After a quiet few moments, “You okay?” Jacob asked, feeling a pang of foreboding.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Ryan replied, though his voice was strained. “Just… take care, okay?”

As he left the gym, Jacob’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion. He was drawn to Ryan, but now Hadi had entered the picture, complicating things even further. It was all so new, so overwhelming, and Jacob wasn’t sure how to deal with any of it.

But one thing was certain: his life was about to get a lot more complicated.

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I like teh new faces. Hadi can be one that can teach Jacob how to be confident with his body. How to use it in his favor and how to really dominate someone.

Austin ahs a past, one that was full of homophobia and where he was not treated right and i hoep he starts healing. He deserves good.