Diary of a wimpy roommate

[biceps_licker]

PART 2
PART 3

Hey guys,

this is my first muscle story. I usually don't write them, but when I saw this guy today I knew I had to do something about it:

http://musclelovergr.blogspot.com/20...litsiotis.html

A mere jerk off session wasn't enough, as his hot body, dark features and droopy eyes haunted me for hours. I decided to write a story about him, giving him the role of a wild, dominant roommate, celebrating his hairy pits and unbelievably buff muscles.

This story is not so much about growth, it's more about domination and muscle comparison. English is my second language, so don't judge my grammar too hard.

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Day One

I can barely breathe. The air is too heavy. Full of his smell. Musk. Sweat. I'm lying on the bed, weighted down by his mere presence. I don't want to even move. He is fast asleep, snoring in his bed. Outside, the snow is falling relentlessly. Sixth day in a row.

My new roommate came this morning. Yesterday I said goodbye to Jonas. He is my... well, friend. We were roommates since the first day of college.
We became friends. Soon we started exploring our bodies and hadn't parted ever since. It is now our senior year.

I like his cute hipster face, his goatee, eyeglasses. I like licking his firm and slim body he built playing lacrosse in highschool. I like his tenderness. I like how we look at each other's eyes not saying a thing. He went home yesterday. He found out his father has cancer and it was in terminal stage.

The morning begun with a bang. I was still asleep when he barged in my room. He threw his bags and started yelling.

"Wake up, bitch!"

I couldn't believe my ears. I stood up and confornted him.

"WTF, dude! Who are you calling a bitch?!"

I was still a little dozy, but I started grasping the sheer immensity of the guy standing before me. My knees started shaking as i saw his barrel chest bulging under a simple blue shirt. I looked at his neck, thick as an oak, ending in lush forest of his dark thick beard. His mouth tender and red, as if he was a little boy. His eyes, dark, a bit droopy, pierced me with a nonchalant gaze. I expected the worst.

He looked at me for a second like I was a pet he didn't want anymore. Then he turned back and started unpacking. He was silent. He didn't even introduce himself. His silence was so rude. I wanted to punch him. I started blabbing instead.

"I suppose you're my new roommate. But I should warn you... that kind of behaviour is not allowed here. If we are to live together, we should have respect for each other."

My words sounded so empty. To my sourprise, he started talking, not even looking at me.

"It smells like pussy in here."

I clenched my fists. I guess I was ready to attack him. I guess... I don't know what I was thinking standing there in my pajamas.

"What did you say?!"

He didn't even bother to acknowledge me. Instead, he singlehandedly took off his blue shirt. Deep ridge in the middle of his back made my eyes pop. Off season slabs of beef laid on his shoulders. Triceps bulged as he started going towards the bathroom. I could catch a glimpse of dark pithair and a noticeable patch of hair in the bottom of his back. He slammed the bathroom door, leaving me in silence. But he didn't leave me alone. His smell lingered all around and I started noticing it. It was as if he marked his teritory.

As I lay in this bed, my eyes are fixated on his body. The faint, orange light is coming from the outside. Street lamps reflecting in the snow. I wonder how much does he weight. He isn't very tall. Not taller than 5'8''. About the same height I am. But he is wide and thick as a tank. I'm like 160, not strong, but defined. I swim in the dorm pool sometimes and eat rationally. He must weigh around 230. Maybe more. He isn't that defined. He must be bulking.

Barely covered. His torso exposed. Biceps are stretched, but still thick as fuck, crowned by a fat vein. His pits are darker than the night.

When he got out of the bathroom he was soaking wet. And naked.

"What the fuck are you doing dude? Are you fucking crazy?"

The drops of hot water slided down his overdeveloped chest and lats reaching his narrow midsection covered in light fur. I took a deep breath and started yelling.

"Answer me, you fuckin' jerk!"

Most of the drops sliding down his abdomen disappeared in the thickest, darkest pube bush I had ever seen. From that darkness emerged the fattest 8'' beercan cock, almost as wide as it was long.

"Dude!!!"

He started wiping himself with my towel, not even glancing towards me. I grabbed his shoulder. I realized it was a mistake at once.

His huge fist grabbed my wrist and I found myself pressed against his wet rocky pecs and abs. He immobilized me with just one arm. I couldn't move in any direction like I was the victim of a huge blizzard. Only I wasn't cold at all. His deathly embrace felt like a sauna.

"Is that how you greet your new roommate, you pussy. I'm just a freshman, you should give me advice on college life."

He started grinning. His grip tightened.

"Let me go!"

"I thought seniors are supposed to be stronger than freshmen!"

I heard his chest thundering with laughter.

"Let me go, you dickhead!"

The thunder stopped. The grin disappeared.

"That's not a way to speak with a young new roommate, bitch. I'm gonna shut you up."

He grabbed my head from behind and showed it into his wet, hairy armpit. I gasped for breath, but only his thick fur filled my mouth. I felt his unbelievable smell entering my body, intoxicating me, flowing through my fucking veins, seizing my heart, brains, guts. It all became dark red. Then dark blue. Then black. I fainted.

I watch him in my bed. He decided mine was more comfy. He rules the room even in his sleep. I can't believe hes only a freshman. I mean, look at that beard framing his boyish ruby lips! So thick! Like he is the chief of some wild warrior tribe. A chief raised to take prisoners. A chief born to dominate.

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What do you think? Do you want to read more? Do you like the aggressive big guy character?

[littledude]

Can't wait to read more...maybe he starts using his roommate as a new weight for his home workouts or something like that.

[biceps_licker]

Thanks for the great suggestion. Would you like him to be more aggressive or you want to se his softer side too?

[mlbjock]

Originally Posted by biceps_licker

Thanks for the great suggestion. Would you like him to be more aggressive or you want to se his softer side too?

I for one would vote for both. Perhaps he plays with his roomy but comes to think of him as his lil' brother and cares for him, but still loves to show his manly dominance.

[biceps_licker]

Thanks for the great suggestion. Do you see them more as lovers or as friends in the future?

[mlbjock]

Originally Posted by biceps_licker

Thanks for the great suggestion. Do you see them more as lovers or as friends in the future?

Well given were you started, I foreshadow the lil guy getting topped by his frosh roomy. Now we don't quite know what he and his hipster former roomy did, but I think he'll like it.

Umm.. can you make the big guy bet even bigger and manlier? (Taller and hairier would help too.) ;D Your description is phenomenal. (And SUCH a turn-on too.)

[biceps_licker]

Originally Posted by BigBearMan94

Umm.. can you make the big guy bet even bigger and manlier? (Taller and hairier would help too.) ;D Your description is phenomenal. (And SUCH a turn-on too.)

Thanks man I want to write a story dealing mainly with extreme worship and domination, but I will think about adding a bit of growth

[cutlerfan]

I'm not sure what to suggest. The new roommate is a complete jerk and that is never something I like. If he develops as a character and shows some redeeming qualities I could learn to like him. Write whatever you want but I won't keep reading stories when they have, among other things, inappropriate violence, abuse, or forced worship. I like nice guys but that isn't what everyone wants in a story. I accept the appeal of a huge guy being worshipped or being dominant; assuming the other person involved does what he does willingly. It's up to you..it's your story. I lean toward jerks getting their comeuppance eventually but I am rather idealistic. I do not want to discourage you since you do have a flair for drama and description. You asked for suggestions and I gave some. I hope you aren't offended. Peace!

[biceps_licker]

Of course I'm not offended. I intend to make the muscled bully more gentle, but ooooooh, it will take time. This is one fucked up buffed up freshman. Stay tuned

[silvershadow]

Originally Posted by cutlerfan

I'm not sure what to suggest. The new roommate is a complete jerk and that is never something I like. If he develops as a character and shows some redeeming qualities I could learn to like him. Write whatever you want but I won't keep reading stories when they have, among other things, inappropriate violence, abuse, or forced worship. I like nice guys but that isn't what everyone wants in a story. I accept the appeal of a huge guy being worshipped or being dominant; assuming the other person involved does what he does willingly. It's up to you..it's your story. I lean toward jerks getting their comeuppance eventually but I am rather idealistic. I do not want to discourage you since you do have a flair for drama and description. You asked for suggestions and I gave some. I hope you aren't offended. Peace!

This--^ I agree. I mean I dont mind aggression but I dont like abuse. Plus it doesnt let you explore the full personality you can put on a character anyway.

[amauiguy]

One possibility for adding some growth (if you decide you want to) is that the dominant guy is only a freshman. He could still be naturally growing for a couple more years.

Your descriptions are great. Aggression is fun in a story, and I have a feeling the muscleman might discover how much he enjoys teasing and being worshipped by his roommate.

Thanks for sharing your story!

[elysiumfields]

I'm obviously gonna sound like a pervy masochist here,but theres no harm in an aggressive dominating muscle jock bully showing a little physical/verbal abuse/roughness and even if he has no god morals in future chapters..and that will obviously be a turn off for most,but not for me...After all its just a fantasy..
..I've said this before. Bad guys winning/taking the lead,is a rarity and won;'t hurt too much,


Some folks write snuff stories here,which even for me,is a total put-off

Its your story so go wherever u like buddy..

[y063banana71]

It'd be cool if the powerful room mate knew what his power did to people. Almost as if the smell or pheromones he gives off bends people to his will and makes people do things for him.

[biceps_licker]

Originally Posted by y063banana71

It'd be cool if the powerful room mate knew what his power did to people. Almost as if the smell or pheromones he gives off bends people to his will and makes people do things for him.

Great idea! New episode coming in a few minutes!

[biceps_licker]

Originally Posted by y063banana71

It'd be cool if the powerful room mate knew what his power did to people. Almost as if the smell or pheromones he gives off bends people to his will and makes people do things for him.

Making his smell the integral part of the story is a great turn on for me. I always fantasize about the smell of bodybuilders and powerlifters. Their testosterone overdosed bodies must be producing the most intoxicating smells!

[thebestflex]

This is an awesome start.

I really can't wait to read the next installment.

I hope there'll be more domination, stregth feats... like lifitng him up, etc. In a way that they both enjoy it!

[biceps_licker]

Here it is you guys, the second episode. I've just written it, haven't thought about it much, just wanted to publish it ASAP. Please let me know what do you think!

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Day Two

I can't remember when was the last time I was awake till dawn. I left drinking and partying days far away in the past. Jonas and I led quiet, simple lives. We used to have a lot of anal sex when we met. Our room was sort of a sexual laboratory where not a single wild idea was frowned upon. We were explorers, we were fearless. But those days are long gone. Now our idea of good time is cuddling after watching a good movie. Occasional jerk offs and wet kisses became a rarity. I wouldn't dare saying the passion was gone. What does that even mean? I guess we just entered a normal, more mature phase of our relationship.

But here I am. Awake in the dawn, after years of well organized and quiet life. I almost didn't sleep last nigt. My eyes feel full of sand. And this heavyweight beast sleeps in my bed so peacefully, like he's been sleeping there his whole life. The snow hasn't stopped falling. The light of dawn reflects upon its white surface, bringing dreamlike greyish light into the room. His torso is still exposed. His skin is light, and the weird light makes it look... Non-human?

But you can see his skin is still young, soft. You can se he is very young guy, a freshman. I breathe silently, fixated on his mouth. They are rosy, full, childish, innocent. But that illusion of innocence disappears easily when you realize these tender lips are sorrounded by his heavy, dark, lumberjack beard. That beard must be so abbrasive. If a guy with that kind of beard kissed me, I'm sure that will leave red scratches all over my tender white face. I glance over to his dark pits, nestled between his supermeaty pec and biceps . I felt it yesterday. It is a soft fur that...

OMG, what's wrong with me?! I am so exhausted I don't know what I'm talking about. This guy disrespected me. I must talk with my counselor first thing in the morning. He will help me.

I must get out of the bed, wash my face and take a quick shower. I must...

The beefy freshman is moving in his sleep! His eyes are now open. I close mine instantly. I must pretend I'm sleeping. Fear is flowing through my
veins. I must disappear.

He got up. He is stretching now, I can hear. My eyes are shut. I hear him going to the bathroom. I open my eyes. I glance the v-taper fit for a barbarian who killed his father in his teens and ate his flesh to make his muscles even more lethal. I see he is wearing wide pajama trousers.I hear him brushing his teeth. The minty scent of toothpaste reaches my nostrills, only to remind me of the dominant smell of this room. It smells like the cave where the wild beasts mate.

He exits the bathroom. Turns his back towards me. I summon my courage and open my eyes again. I see him reaching into his bag and putting steel plates they use in the gym in his backpack. I don't know exactly how many plates he put in, but I know that backpack looks like it's about to burst. Much like its owner.

He puts the backpack on his back and leaves the room.

Much to my sourprise, I approach the window, instead of going to the bathroom. The street is unbelievably white, stacked with tons of virgin snow. But then, I see a fast dark silhouette tarnishing the soft snow. My roommate, or whatever the hell he is, is running in the snow three feet deep, weighted by his backpack. His speed is unbelievable. Reminds me of the vampires form the Twilight movies Jonas and I liked to watch.

It's too early to find my counselor, but I dont wanna be here when freshman returns. I don't wanna be here period. Maybe I should ask the counselor to give me another room. And he can stay here. Or go back to hell, where he came from in the first place. I know nothing about him. Not even his name.

His silhouette disappeared in the whitnenes few minutes ago. I sit down on my bed. I lay down just for a moment. I must collect my thoughts. It will all be over soon.

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Why do I smell warm milk? And bacon? I open my eyes. He is eating. I close them quickly.

"Hey."

He knows I'm awake. Now I must say something.

"Hey."

That was a very original reply. I jump out of my bed, as if escaping a burning ship. I almost run to the bathroom and reach the door handle.

"Sorry about yesterday."

Sorry? Sorry?! I didn't know barbarians have that word in their vocabulary. I thought it was replaced by a word "bitch". Now you will hear what I have to say to you. I feel the sudden surge of power. I feel the drive for revenge within me...

"Well..."

Well? That is all I am able to say? Can I even call my self a man right now?

"Coach gave me some new hormone stuff. Causes these rages. I lift, you know."

Oh, no shit. I thought you were just doing pilates. Gosh, I am so witty in my head. Instead of saying a thing, I turn and enter the bathroom. I guess I started crying in the shower, or maybe it's this new shampoo I use. I let the water wash me. I pray he won't be there when I get out. But he is. Still eating.

And there is another plastic plate with eggs, bacon and some grilled chicken.

"Eat something."

When was the last time I ate? I guess yesterday morning. I sit beside him and start looking for a fork. I get up and reach for plastic cutlery Jonas and I have ready for when we order take out.

"Eat with your fingers."

I don't listen to him. I start eating with my plastic fork. He reaches for the fork, grabs it and... puts it down on the table. I thought he was gonna crush it. I thought he was gonna crush me next.

"Eat with your fingers. It's more fun, you'll see."

Hot bacon is melting in my mouth, it tastes sooo good. I lick my fingers and then grease them up again with bacon and eggs.

"You went running in the snow. With a backpack?"

Oh, look at me, I am able to start a casual conversation during the breakfast. I would be such a cool guy if I weren't a damn pussy, dripping with pussy juices, dressed in pussified lace lingerie. What you call a full blown pussy who doesn't know to stand up for herself. Himself, that is.

"Yeah. Gotta keep fit. I run with weights."

"How heavy?"

Oh look at me. The little lady is courious.

"One an a half times my bodyweight. I run with weights since I was 13."

"How much do you weigh?"

"240."

"How many miles did you do this morning?"

What am I going to do with all these numbers? What do I care about his stats? The only number I need to know is the number of my new dorm room.

"9."

"Wow."

Wow it is. There is no food on my plate anymore. I guess casual conversation makes you stop noticing how much you ate.

He eats his last piece of chicken and stands up not wiping his fingers. Looks at me. Almost like he looked at me yesterday, drenched in mood changing hormones. He wears a plain white t-shirt, made look not so plain by his bulging blocks of muscle. His biceps are not even flexed, yet they stretch the sleeve mercilessly. The shirt is so tight around the shoulders, yet hangs freely around the abdomen. His waist is so narrow, hugged thightly by the elastic of his green pants.

They are still wet from running in the snow.He reaches for the pants and they scroll to the floor. The legs are exposed, covered with dark hair. Almost all of the legs are covered by light skin, except the part between his legs. The skin changed because two of his thigs rubbed against each other. That skin is darker, less soft I guess. I bet he can grind wheat seeds into flour if he wanted.

The thigs look like gargantuan stones guarding the entrance to the most sacred cave. Nobody can move them. Not even Hercules. They are not so
defined, but are as wide as his lats. Hourglass figure, I think to myself.

The quads hang heavy above the knees, like a tidal wave about to cover the land no god can help. His calves look like hearts. Made of steel. Forged in fire hotter than the Sun.

He starts moving his right leg. He relaxes muscles and the enormous mass starts to move around. His leg moves faster. Faster. Faster. Then stops. Seemingly soft tissue suddenly hardens, exposing all the leg muscles in all their glory. His muscles look like some alloy from another planet. Elastic, soft, white, yet hard a monent later. Is it even real? Is it some metal from an asteroid? Is NASA looking for it? Is it...

"Grease it."

"What?"

"Touch it with your greasy hands."

I feel lost. God, what is about to happen?!

"No way."

Good. It finaly seems I grew a spine. And a pair. What will I do with my lace panties now?

"Hehe, you act like you have a choice, lil' senior."

He raises his arm. I back up. He comes close. Starts breathing in my face. I feel his smell like never before. He is sweatty from all that running. I feel like I'm in a cloud of his feromones. I feel like...

I feel his thighs. My greasy fingers slide over the rock hard surface. They are boiling, pumped up by that weighted running in the snow. No polar ship is even near this guys power. Alhough he has a bit of bodyfat his veins can be seen from the moon. They spiral down, all the way to the ankles, hugging thick slabs of animal meat. I could almost hear his blood flowing like the Amazon.

"You'll learn."

"Learn what?"

"Coach told me I need a worshipper to help me grow. I guess good worship raises testo levels or something."

"But I don't... Not me, dude."

"Do you see anyone else in this room?"

I feel like I am in some wicked fucked up parallel universe. As if when Jonas closed the door behind him, another door to this freaky place opened. This brawny beast bends space, time and logic. I need to get back to reality. I must fight for myself.

"You called me a pussy! I won't be your roommate, let alone worshipper, whatever that is!"

"Aren't you a pussy?"

"Fuck it, I will tell my counselor!"

Veins start popping on my neck, and that dude is still cool as ice. He starts waving his leg again, looking through me.

"I mean look at you, look at me. Be honest man. If we were wild animals, you would be nothing but an easy prey. You have to be happy with your status here."

He raises his hand in the air. Laughs when he sees me tremble. Wipes his greasy hands on his tighs. Pulls the pants up. Approaches the room door.

"Just the heads up. The coach will give me that shit again today."

The door slams. Out of all the things in the world, the lace panties come to mind. At least I have my humor left. But humor can't erase the dark premonition that starts haunting me. The premonition of yet another sleepless night.

[cutlerfan]

The muscle guy has potential. If he weren't getting stuff from his coach that makes him rage he might be a nice guy..possibly. I'm not sure who is more negative..the muscleman or the roommate. Hopefully he will siphon off a bit of self-esteem and walk out on the guy. It would be interesting to see things reversed..with the muscleman begging him to come back. Maybe it turns out the roommate is gifted with the ability to enhance or accelerate muscle growth somehow and muscleman wants to grow? I do hope they become willing lovers but that is hard to imagine with the way their relationship started off. I am intrigued as to how this story will develop. Peace!

[iceman75]

Very impressive stuff overall, I like what I saw out of the roommate as far as power and stamina goes, running 9 miles in the snow with 360 pounds in his backpack? That's awesome, I'm sure he's a beast on the football field. And in the weightroom too, I personally would love to see the wimpy roommate accompany him to the weightroom, just to see from his perspective how strong the freshman (Only 18 or 19 years old and so pumped and strong!) is. I've been very impressed by what I've seen so far, please keep it up!

[biceps_licker]

Originally Posted by iceman75

Very impressive stuff overall, I like what I saw out of the roommate as far as power and stamina goes, running 9 miles in the snow with 360 pounds in his backpack? That's awesome, I'm sure he's a beast on the football field. And in the weightroom too, I personally would love to see the wimpy roommate accompany him to the weightroom, just to see from his perspective how strong the freshman (Only 18 or 19 years old and so pumped and strong!) is. I've been very impressed by what I've seen so far, please keep it up!

Thank you, man

[biceps_licker]

Guys, here it is, the new episode. I wrote it quickly, fantasizing about that guy. I hope it will excite you!

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Day 2, afternoon - night (PART 3)

I see only dark. I hear only the rumble of his snoring. I never want to see him again, but I know that is just my wishful thinking. It feels like my body is literally broken, and there is no doctor, shaman or engineer that can fix it. I feel I'm covered with bruises. I feel like my skin is purple, all over. I still shiver, I think his arms are all around me, his steely forearms, his fat fingers that can penetrate rock. My thigs are wet. I lay wrapped in sheets on my bed like a mummy. I am completely transformed.

He came out with a bang, he came in with a bang.

It was late afternoon, I was sitting on my bed, reading Harry Potter books. I started reading them again a week ago. I guess I'd felt I should be needing an escape to fantasy very soon. First Jonas went home, then this beast entered and turned my lifte to hell at once.

He sat on his bed and put his legs on my bed.

"Bitch, take 'em off."

I looked at him in fear. His eyes were so weird, so cold. He raised his right leg and slammed it into my bed. My body jumped up like a ragdoll. I reached for his sneakers. My body was enslaved by his energy. I revealed huge, shovellike feet covered by sweatty grey socks. Their smell pierced my nostrils. That smell had that manly note of his, but it felt like more wicked, fermented version of his ultra manly musk.

"Socks, puny whore!"

I reached for the socks and started trembling as I revealed his massive feet. The smell became a notch stronger, reigning over the room, making its air thick as jello. His feet were perfect. Arched, beautifully formed toes.

I raised my eyes to his face without expression, but I wasn't prepared for what came next. He locked me with his feet and turned my body over. I was laying there on my belly, trapped. He kept sitting on his bed, reaching over to mine with his legs. He pressed me down with one leg, and started taking off my pants with the other.

I was naked in a second.

He put both of his feet on my butt and started spreading my buttcheecks. I felt cool breeze on my tight hole. He started laughing like a lion. He removed his feet a moment later.

"Get over, lil' senior bitch. Sit beside me."

"Fuck off!!!"

Man, I was crazy to do that, but I was fed up with that shit. No one can treat another human being like that. No one. I sat on my bed and reached for my pants on the floor. He started laughing again.

"Oooooh, you are so mean, lil' senior. You don't want to play with your roomie."

He was immitating a little kid. That was so creepy. He stood up and sat beside me, denting the bed so I slid to his side. He put his hand on my tighs, almost completely covering them with it.

"Don't be afraid lil' boy."

He started squeezing my thigs gently, and than put his enormous finger on my light brown pube bush.

"Ooooh, look at this. I guess this punly lil' boy went through puberty after all. I thought he was still prepubescent, judging by his tiny muscles."

Then he started laughing again. I reached for my pants and wanted to put them on, but he stopped me.

"You won't be needing pants for what we're about to do."

He put his meaty hand around me and started squeezing me.

"We are buddies, aren't we?"

I was silent.

"Aren't we?!"

"Please, stop this nonsense. I won't report you to anyone, just stop it."

"But I thought you liked this, lil' senior."

As he uttered that, he grabbed my cock. It was semi-hard. It started getting harder in his warm giant hand. I hadn't even noticed I was getting hard. I was so embarassed. I looked at the window. The snow was falling.

He didn't waste a second. He raised me in his hypermuscular arms like I was a baby and put me in his lap. I was facing his grinning face, broad shoulders with thick muscle armour and barrel chest covered in simple black shirt. His pits were wet.

"Daddy freshman got his hormones, now he needs his worhsip!"

He grabbed my skull and showed it in his covered wet pits. The smell was even riper than yesterday. As if he became more of a man in a day's time. I started sucking on his wet t-shirt like I was a little baby wanting his milk. I felt so weak in his presence. Every single one of my attempts to confront him melted like ice in Sahara. At noon.

His pits were nestled under magnificent biceps, which he flexed slowly as i licked the pit area. The biceps looked even grander cut in half by the line of the black sleeve which barely contained the potent muscle bulge. It was covered in thick veins. They looked like anacondas sunbahing on the smooth, gigantic rock near the river.

He released my skull. I felt like I was a kid who had licked clean the whole jar of strawbery jam and had just been caught in the act. A mix of shame and sheer extasy. I felt like I had jam all over my mouth. A ripe, strong, salty, rancid, musky, delicious jam.

"Take daddys shirt off."

This freshman called himself daddy. My hands reached for his shirt. I was like a hypnotised racoon. Totally lost. He put his arms in the air as to help me with it. Even totally stretched, his biceps looked thick as shit, filling those sleeves like nobody's business. But I realized that the first day already, I realized that he was thick all over and in every possible position. He was built like a warrior who crushes skulls of his enemies like they were made of eggshells. And then sucks their sutpid puny little brains out to get some protein.

I tried to lift his shirt off, but it got stuck around his lats.

"Daddy wide."

He started laughing. His gaze was still cold, but his face was full of pride. Then it dawned on me. His lats were flexed.

"Oh, the lil' freshman realized what was the problem. Try and solve it lil' boy."

I instantly started touching his lat. It was wet form the sweat. It was fukkin meaty. Unbelievably hard. I started to realize how much hard work it took to build this monument of manly flesh. Drawn by the power of his lat i went closer and pressed my lips against it. I gently kissed it. The lat unflexed.

"Smart lil' senior. I knew you would make a great worshipper."

I thought I could remove his shirt now, but it was still a mission impossible. Even unflexed his lats were too thick. I pulled the shirt up as fast as I coud, while he roared with laughter. Finally, I pulled off the shirt. I was covered in sweat and I couldn't believe what I was doing. He had actually made me serve him and I complied.

And now his torso was uncovered.

I guess I wanted a reward for all my hard undressing work, so i grabbed his left nipple gently. What was I to do next? I didn't know. I just looked at his pecs. Heavy slabs of man-beef. So heavy they hang unflexed. So heavy they look like they will drop to the floor and make a hole in it. So heavy the nipples point downwards like the tips of some Russian deadly missiles from the time of Cold war. Jonas had beautiful ripped pecs, but they didn't hang heavy. No, sir.

"Oh, you like daddy's boobies? Wanna suck on them?"

He grabbed my neck and slammed me into his pecs. I wanted to lick them, but I couldn't. He pressed my head so hard. I felt like my teeth would turn to gravel in a matter of seconds. He started bouncing them. I thought that dancing hypermeat was going to flatten my nose into a pancake. Then, the pecs froze. He let go of my neck.

"What will we do next? Chose wisely, young senior?"

This morning I had been thinking of going to my counselor and telling him all about my misery. But i hesitated. I forgot all about that. My main objective was to meet this man's demands. As if his smell, power and attitude had the effect of a dangerous drug. Even my wit and humor is gone in his presence. I surely acted like a drugged maniac, like one of them old school opium smokers in secret dens of Beijing.

"Flex your biceps."

Those were the words spoken by a man who sacrificed all his life to opium fumes. Simple words of an idnividual so intoxicated he lost his true self.

The beast granted my wish.

And there they were. My eyes had never seen anything like that. Two glorious round holy mountains. The mountain wreath continued to round shoulders and pumped traps, ending with the neck thick as a fuckin redwood.

My head was clear of thoughts.

I acted as a very simpe being, freed of free will. I was captured by those peaks. I put my hands on them and started moving my fingers around. Every square inch was a journey, every vein a river I was bound to cross in my quest. And them, as if my brain was put back in my head by a mad scientist, I couldn't take it no more. I couldn't bare the sensation of those hard steel balls. I had to stop because I felt my head was about to explode and my brain will end up on his face. And he won't get that much protein from my stupid brain, anyway.

I buckled down. As if his bicep-balls started to get hot as melted iron, I pulled back my hands. I dug my head under his pits like it was a safe haven. Known teritory. Intoxicating and familiar. I started sucking on his pithairs like they were savory noodles from the Chinese restaurant around the corner. As I did that, I realized my crotch was wet.

"Dirty lil' senior!"

His laughter made me conscious of what had just happened. I came. His abs covered with dark hair were squirted by my white sticky cum.

"I...I'm sorry."

And I was. I was so sorry I lost myself. I was so sorry I betrayed myself and my boyfriend.

"Clean it!"

I started touching his abs with my hand.

"Tounge, whore!"

I bowed my head and started licking his hairy abs. And then.

Uppercut!

My jaw shook as if it was going to crack in half. He released his dick. His beercan dick. His boulder dick. My new totem-pole.

He stood up, threw me to the floor and showed it in my mouth. He pushed it down my throat. I gagged. He put his heavy hand on my head. It was like a crown dominant men give to unworthy wimps.

Then he hastily took it out with a loud pop. I thought all my organs would be vacuumed out. He started hitting me silly with his semi-hard cock. I thought he was going to kill me.

He laid on top of me. He dug his arms in the ground. Head and pits were over my head. I screamed like never before. He plugged my butthole with that boulder of a dick. He started ramming it in. I screamed and cried and begged. He was going to cut me in half. I was to die. I was so scared.His torso hovered over my head, I felt I was in a dark cave full of bats infused with testosterone, made in a secret laboratory of a zoofiliac muscle worshiper. The cave was echoing with freshman's deep manly voice.

"You were made to serve me!"

"You were born to worship me!"

"Swear you will always be faithful to my godly muscles!"

"Swear on the altar of my body, you puny fuckin runt."

"Pathetic undevelopped bitch, accept me as your Lord and Savior!"

"Swear!"

Even in that morbid agony I noticed one thing. My flat belly was getting more round and it started moving. His dick was so big - his intrusion in my body was visible from the outside! I thought the head of his cock was going to rip through my belly. Like an alien.

He grabbed my hips and started pulling them towards his body. Impaling me. Squeezing my ribcage. Bending my shoulders. Like he wanted to make a little ball out of my body and shove it all in his urethra.

As I screamed my belly inflated. My gut was filled with lava-like warmth. He came inside of me. His heavy breathing heated my face.

"Swear, bitch!"

"I swear."

He lifted up his heavy sweatty torso and unplugged my rosy hole. He hid the boner in his trousers. Grabbed the t-shirt from my bed. The door slammed. Yet again.

I laid there on the floor, in a puddle.


The snow is covering our campus. I want it to fall till nobody can dig us out anymore. I want to hide in a shrine of ice and silence. I want Jonas to forget about me. I want me to forget about me.

I hear him snoring. I feel his white cum still dripping from my hole. Or is it blood?