Anatomy Lesson

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Hey. “Little Acorns Become Mighty Oaks” will be continued—I've just been so busy. But for right now, here's a way for me to get some studying done and write a short story. It's like accomplishing two things in one!

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Anatomy Lesson, a Short Story

I had been waiting in the lobby of the library when my cell phone began to vibrate in my left pants pocket. I pulled it out and read the text: “I'm here.” Good, and he was right on time as well.

As if parting the crowd of people with just his mere presence, my lab partner showed up. It was a good thing they had moved out of the way as he was a very big man. 6'3” and easily 240 plus pounds of muscle, he was a glorious hunk that just so happened to be really into science. He wore boxy black glasses over his dark blue eyes, sitting comfortably on his perfectly angled nose and had black hair. His face was square shaped but still showed off the strength that he possessed with his athletic and bodybuilder-esque body. He was a bonafide hunk, which made you wonder what he was doing with a geek like me.

It was a random draw to help determine lab partners for our lab section of the Anatomy class. Thank God for luck.

“Hey,” Shawn greeted me, clutching one of the straps on his backpack, subtly showcasing his large arms. “You book us a study room?”

“They ran out,” I pointed at the front desk. It must have been a funny sight for such a big man to be talking to a man like me. I was never one of those self-conscious types. Sure, I worked out every day, mostly jogging miles a day so I could fit into my skinny jeans but I never felt inadequate. When next to Shawn, on the other hand, it was difficult not too. I was four inches shorter than him, almost a hundred pounds lighter and not as square-faced. My face had high cheekbones and a big chin with a cleft right down the middle of it. I also had blue eyes but they were lighter than his and brown hair. Shawn just oozed sexual attraction to me, despite the fact that I knew he had a girlfriend back home a hundred miles away.

“Damn,” Shawn swore. He looked around the lobby himself and noted all the tables full of pre-med students cramming. “Let's go somewhere else. Where else do you study?”

“My dorm room,” I said before realizing the implication. “You?” I added.

Shawn shrugged. “Your hall is fine. Let's get going—I really want to ace this lab test for tomorrow.”

“What was it about again?” I asked him. “I've been so busy with other things that I've completely forgot about the topic.”

“The skeletal muscular system,” Shawn answered. “The major muscle groups, shit like that. Should be easy.”

I nodded and we walked to my hall in mostly silence. Even though it was midterms, our relationship didn't really evolve above the lab partnership that any professor would have hoped. We were both comfortable with silence and weren't Chatty Cathys. I respected that.

When we reached my hall, I slid my card to gain entry and said as we ascended the stairs to the third floor, “Let's see if my roommate is in.”

“Who's your roommate?” Shawn asked cordially.

I shrugged. “I never saw him after the first day. He hangs out with his friends a lot,” I answered.

“Probably smoking marijuana and engaging in acts of debauchery,” Shawn quipped.

I chuckled and unlocked the door into my dorm. “And this is my humble abode.”

We walked in and Shawn saw the familiar sight of my room I called my home away from home. The blue carpet was vacuumed, the wardrobe perfectly sorted and the desk free of clutter. The bed was made and Shawn seemed to have been impressed. “You're very anal.”

“Pardon?”

“You like everything organized and clean,” Shawn clarified.

“Oh, thanks.”

“I'll grab his chair if you don't mind,” Shawn moved to the other chair at my roommate's desk.

“Sure, make yourself comfortable.” I slung my bag onto the floor near the heat register and pulled out my binder for Anatomy. I flipped to the lab section and pulled out the diagrams of all the different muscles. “Holy shit. All of this?”

“Come on, it isn't that bad,” Shawn laughed it off. “It's not like the first week when he made us remember the entire skeletal system.”

I cleared more room on my desk and Shawn placed his folder next to mine. “How did you want to do this?” I asked him. “It's just straight memorization it seems.”

“Are you good with that?”

I shrugged. “Not really. I can't focus.”

“Which was why you consulted me.”

“Plus you've aced all the other lab quizzes. Seriously, how do you do it?”

Shawn laughed. “You'd be amazed how your scores can improve with studying skills, Rory.”

“Hardy har-har,” I guffawed falsely.

“You just need to change the way you study,” Shawn advised. “If just reading it over and over again doesn't work, then try something else.”

“Like what?”

Shawn thought for a moment before asking, “Are you a visual learner? Do you learn better by just the diagrams?”

I nodded. “Words confuse me.”

“Then let's try that.”

In one swift motion, Shawn grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tugged upwards, revealing the muscular upper body that should never have been hidden underneath cotton fabric. “We'll start in the upper body.”

“Uhh...” I stammered.

“This is an easy one,” Shawn flexed his chest muscles.

“Um...uh...”

“You really should focus,” Shawn told me. “You'll fail this test.”

“It's difficult to when your shirt's off,” I told him.

“You want me to put it back on?”

“No, no,” I said too quickly. “I mean I...um...”

“Dude, it'll be fine,” Shawn assured me. “Lots of guys feel that way around me. I dunno why.”

“Yeah, I can't imagine.”

“All right, focus on me,” Shawn ordered. He flexed his chest muscles again. “What are these? Don't look at your notebook.”

“Pectoralis major,” I answered.

“Great!” Shawn complimented. He started to stroke the area underneath his pecs and lateral to his body. “What about here?”

I had to think for a moment as well as contain the growing member in my jeans. “Are you going for...serratus anterior?”

“Excellent,” Shawn smiled. He grazed the lower half of his upper body, tracing the outlines of his muscles as he went horizontally across. “Now these.”

I smiled. “Exterior obliques, with internal obliques and transversus abdominis leading to the rectus abdominis. Or your six-pack.”

“More like eight-pack,” Shawn crunched onto his abs to showcase his washboard abs. He turned around in his chair and I was confronted with his barn-door-wide back, which he proceeded to flex. “What are the muscles in my back?”

“Huge,” I said under my breath.

“Other than that.”

Oops, I didn't think he'd have heard me. Now knowing his auditory capabilities, I traced in the air with my finger the muscles in his back. “Latissimus dorsi. They form your wings. Connecting from the middle of your back up to your neck is your trapezius. Underneath that is the rhomboidens major. Near your shoulder blades, infraspinatus and teres major.”

“Shoulders?”

“Deltoid.” Damn big shoulders. My hand moved forward, coming inches from the hard body Shawn possessed. “Your neck has the splenius capitis and sternocleidomastoid.”

“My bull neck!” Shawn corrected me.

“Yes,” I said in a breathy manner. Regaining my spirit, I started at his arms. “Your tremendous arms—what are they, over 20”? Biceps brachii, triceps brachii and the brachialis. Your forearms are made of the brachioradialis and flexor muscles.”

“Flex...!” Shawn grunted and showcased the Himalayan peak of his arms. “I think you've covered my upper body pretty well. You're better at this than I thought.”

I waved him off once he turned around to face me. “It's your way to tutoring.”

Shawn smiled and stood up from his chair. “Lower body.”

Shawn proceeded to then unzip the front of his jeans and I began to panic. Was he really going to do this? His jeans, once over the hump of his thighs fell to the ground, leaving the hunk of a lab partner nearly naked in my dorm room wearing boxers. He slapped his calf. “What's the scientific name for this?”

“The...gastrocnemius,” I answered. “There's also the tibialis anterior and the soleus.”

“Great. Now move higher.”

I gulped. “There's certainly a lot there.”

“Tell me about it,” Shawn grinned.

“The semimembranosus, semitendirosus, biceps femoris, vastus medialis, vastus lateralis--”

Shawn began to grunt, breaking my concentration. “Are you all right there?” I asked, my cock stirring.

“Yeah, just keep going,” Shawn started to rub his inner thigh. “Do I have adductors?”

“Three, actually,” I remembered. “From lateral to medial, adductor brevis, longus and magnus. You also have the sartorius going diagonally over the top and the gracialis along the inner thigh that you're at right now.”

“Mmm,” Shawn purred.

“The pectineus,” I gathered the courage to touch his thigh near his waist. “And along the side is your tensor fasciae latae. There's also your back side.” I grabbed his ass. “Gluteus maximus and minimus.”

Shawn chuckled. “You missed my front, you know.”

“It's not a musc--”

“Shut the hell up,” Shawn ordered and planted a big one on my lips. It surprised me, this change in behavior. He was so into his body that he demanded worship from one of his lowly serfs. And I was very happy to comply.

Shawn grabbed my right hand that was currently pinching his globe of his ass and shoved it down his boxers to his rock hard cock. It must have been 11”, it felt huge and thick around my hand! “Stroke,” he commanded.

I broke the kiss and knelt, my face down at his waist. I pulled his boxers down, revealing his cock and balls and grabbed the shaft with my right hand. I stroked long and relaxingly, sending Shawn into shivers of pleasure. “Don't toy with me,” he told me in between pleasure.

With my other hand, I ventured over his bulging thighs and calves, the vast size of the man fueling my desire. The erection I had was painful when confined in my jeans so I unzipped it off as pulled down my underwear, revealing to him my eight inch cock. “Much better,” I said and turned back to Shawn's cock. I stroked faster and deeper, causing Shawn to contort even more.

“Fuck, you gay guys are so much better at this than my girlfriend,” Shawn complimented. “Shit!”

I kept going, the musk of the man filling my nostrils, sweat forming on his skin. It seemed as if his muscles was going through a full body pump, blood engorging underneath his skin and bulging them even bigger. It was like his entire body was undergoing an orgasm! Shawn flexed his upper body, eyeing the veins popping under his skin, the newly found bulges of his muscles. “Get up. I'm going to fuck you.”

I complied immediately and stood onto my feet. Shawn grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face the wall. I felt his throbbing member around my sphincter and groaned in pleasure upon its entrance and it was only the first two inches. As more and more inches entered me, the control I had over my own orgasm started to fail until it couldn't take anymore. When the eighth inch was inside, I unleashed into the best orgasm I had ever had, sperm shooting onto my mattress from five feet across the room. It continued for fifteen seconds and as soon as it had ended, my cock was hard again, Shawn entering my completely.

“Not many people can have me fit inside them,” Shawn said in between deep breaths. “You're one of the lucky ones.”

I groaned in pleasure as he moved back and forth from his pelvis, pounding my ass. My arms reached up and behind me, feeling his abs, the huge chest I could use for a pillow—holy fuck his was big, bigger than I ever would have expected from him. I was dwarfed by his muscle and he knew it. Surrounded by pounds of growing muscle, that's what Shawn was and was using every ounce of it to give me the best fuck of my life. In that moment of pure ecstasy, we came at the same time, more powerful than anything ever experienced in either of our lives. That was the power of the muscle. That was the power Shawn possessed over us.

It took longer for Shawn to finish his load and he pulled out slowly and steadily. Once he was free, we both simultaneously collapsed onto my bed, reveling in the pleasure we had just felt. I looked into Shawn's eyes and he did into mine and in that moment, I felt complete.

“Thank you,” I said to him, meaning it for many things.

“My pleasure,” Shawn grazed my forearm with his large paw of a hand. Shivers were sent down my spine and I fell slowly into slumber, the presence of Shawn becoming a sense of comfort. I just hoped that when I regained consciousness from his ecstatic bliss that he would still be there. After all, there was much more studying to do.

[miniace2009]

Um, wow. You pretty much wrote one of my fantasies! lol

[Terrylee Long]

What a Great little story. I wish I had a buddy like Shawn that gave lesson like this. Thanks for writing stories so this 68 year old guy can dream he was younger and wiser and a whole lot more muscular. Remember the bigger the better.

[Reeza]

Very nice! Thanks for that.