Riley awoke the next morning, his big dick hard as a rock, tenting his workout shorts. "Why the fuck did I go to bed wearing these?" he growled to himself, his voice deep and rich. It felt odd for a moment--that wasn't his voice, was it? He shook his head. What a crazy thought. That's was normal voice, after all!
He stood up and waddled over to the dresser, his gait awkward due to his thick thighs and aching nuts. He had one hell of a case of blue balls, and regretted not taking Kyle up on his offer the night before--why the fuck did he do that!? Briefly, he thought it was because they weren't boyfriends, and there was something wrong going on. The doubt faded. Wrong? The best part of having another horny stud as a boyfriend was never going wanting! Riley decided to abandon clothes for the moment, and rectify his past mistake. He looked in the mirror for a moment first, grinning at his reflection. Riley was a big boy, no doubt about it. His jock bod was thick with muscle, the kind the powered him when he crashed into the opposing line on the field, like bulls locking horns. Even with a generous coating of hair on his chest, his pecs were still thick enough to be clearly visible. He brought up his arms and flexed, pleased by the mighty mounds that rose at his command. "Fuck yeah, 20 inches, fuckers!" he muttered under his breath. He didn't know a lick of calculus, but he could tell you all of his body's measurements, plus he could recall the sets, reps, and weight used for each exercises of his last four workouts.
Pleased with what he saw in the mirror, Riley turned and walked over to the couch, his nine-inch erection leading the way. Kyle was already up, cranking out naked pushups on the floor. Riley paused, admiring the way the muscles of Kyle's huge back bunched up then smoothed out under his skin as he pushed his body up and down, up and down, over and over. Kyle was utterly massive, the biggest, most muscular player on all the football team. The sight of him doing pushups made Riley hornier than ever, and pre began to leak from his dick. Smirking, he quietly got down onto his knees behind Kyle, then launched himself onto his huge buddy's back.
Not expecting that, Kyle's arms gave out, and his big chest hit the floor. "What the fuck, bro?" he swore, looking around to see Riley grinning, lying atop his back.
"Good morning, stud. I saw you there, looking so fucking sexy, I just had to jump you," Riley replied, his big dick wedged between Kyle's huge legs.
Kyle chuckled. "If I were a bitch I'd pout about how you left me high and dry last night. But right now I'm raging so bad, even jerking off doesn't cut it!" Kyle pushed up off the floor, making both their bodies rise. He began to do more pushups, his chest screaming at him as he lifted the weight of two huge men. "Aww yeah, that's the stuff... fuck I'm getting pumped!" Kyle grunted. Riley reached around, feeling up his friend's big chest as it contracted, the thick muscle flexing hard.
After a dozen more reps, Kyle finally finished. He rolled over suddenly and began to wrestle with Riley, grinning as he got his surprised boyfriend onto his floor. Lying on his back Riley looked up at Kyle. "No fair!" he protested, while admiring the pump on Kyle's mighty chest muscles.
"You launched a surprise attack on me!" Kyle retorted, pinning Riley's arms to the floor, moving in to kiss his boyfriend's neck. "But now that I'm on top, I'm going to get what I want," he purred, pushing his huge dick between Riley's legs. It was ten inches long, and quite thick--an appropriate tool for such a massive jock. It had been hard all morning. Riley moaned in encouragement, his big body writhing under Kyle's larger form. A moment later Kyle was in him, the familiar girth of his endowment making Riley gasp in pleasure and pain. But that soon turned to ecstasy as he adjusted to the intrusion. Kyle released his arms, using them instead to support himself as he pounded his dick into Riley. The slightly smaller jock ran his now-free hands over the massive body of the huge brute who was ravaging him, feeling up Kyle's powerful muscles, loving how they tensed up as the bigger man plowed him.
After several minutes of furious fucking, Kyle came, his big dick spasming wildly as it filled Riley with spunk. Riley's own cock shot as well, covering his soft abs in pale goo. The two of them collapsed into a sweaty, sticky, panting pile, basking in the afterglow of sex.
After several minutes, Kyle pushed himself up. "Gear up, bro," he said to Riley, helping him up off the floor. "We've got gym with the team in half an hour, then whatever that bullshit class is coach signed us up for, plus afternoon practice on the field."
Riley nodded, and started to put on his workout gear, not bothering to clean up the spunk that was matting down the hair on his stomach. "Maybe after practice, we can see if Eric is up for hanging out. I sure love it when he joins us for an after-practice fuck!"
"You and me both, bro," Kyle agreed.