Message From HotIdiotTutee -WHO DA FUCK IS DIS? SUM FAG?
The mid 20s University graduate stared blankly at the text he received, stunned at the strange-appalling, yet not surprising of a message,he got from Ion.
“Deep breaths Karl Andersen...” He inhaled deeply, fingers pressing against the windowsill of his glasses up as he exhaled with great might. “Deep Breaths.”
Rolling the swivel of his seat, average sized feet kicking off the bedroom slippers and laying flat on the average sized bed of his University flat.
Message From HotIdiotTutee - HAHAHAHAHA YOU THE FAG TEACHIN OUR LEADER STOOPID MATH SHIT!
He rolled his eyes once again, probably one of those stupid henchmen getting a hold on his phone once again-though with how frequent it has been...its probably one of those closer to Ion.
Ion’s pretty dumb with his passwords, but he’s pretty secretive with his phone.
Sides, with all that lean muscle he got from basketball and...roughhousing with those boys...Man it was hot. Thinking about the way their sweat glistens while-
JOLT!
“Ack!” He Jot backwards, his plain sleep tee gathering up icky cold sweat from his forehead to the brunette’s head. Plain undergarments rubbing on with slight annoyance to the thought.
“Ugh....”He spoke. “That was intense....? But maybe I should be doing something else?”
He quickly picked up the phone and sent a quick message to the other party instantly. “I should do my breathing exercises...maybe that’ll soothe my head pain....”
Message sent-“Please do not message this number again, Ion’s Friend”
He typed with lightning speed, closing the phone as he laid uncomfortably on the bed, taking deep breaths with an -inhale-. He had to continue with his early morning studies-he
-THROB THROB-
-THRUST THRUST THRUST-
Loud moans evade his mind, deep gravely voices pumping as they thrust the bed with all their might. Pumping their strong cocks with pleasure like the way the fuck a—-
“Well...this can’t hurt before my morning study...” He said, will lost to the sudden pleasure almost like the flick of the switch as he grabbed his unmentionables by the hand-lubricated and—
“AH!” The pain struck him once more. Jolting him up from the bed, getting up from his comfy position on those pillows. “This pain...followed from those intense irrational but sexy gay sensations...” He mentioned, rubbing his head as he looked up, “Wait Whaaa-?!”
Taking a long glance around his room, and gone were those nerdy and preppy stuff of his college dorm he prided on. Replaced was a big open room with sports memorabilia and tons of jock wear hanging in open closet and the rest spread apart on the floor?
“Whats gonna happenNNNNNNNNN!” He tried to stand up on his bed as UP! DOWN! Feeling stretchier legs bouncing up to that heterosexual beat, UP DOWN! Hetero around. Height SHOT UP!
Springs making that ever-so used sound. Like intense...sexual activities happened here. The gay didn’t understand these straight filled sensations surging throughout his body.
Long and wonky as toes CLENCH UP and about as they take on a darkish sun kissed tan as though they've been accustomed to kicking balls, bouncing up - shooting hoops, spanking asses on the field.
Watching as your bed clothes dematerialise as his very own wonker FLUNGS wide up and erect once again. Feeling a rush of horniness and testosterone like never before, as hands forcibly GRIP them and start PUMP-!
PUMP PUMP PUMP!
With each pull, the man package only grows longer and tougher. Feeling those sensations travelling upwards, tracing up those thighs, swelling as they BULDGE with muscle like nobody's business, but hey-business is for chumps anyway!
Legs STRETCH WIDEEEE open for the throbbing member to be on proud display, continously pumping with such mismatched hands and such a JOCK like cock.
“YEAH i FUCKIN said it, JOCK LIKE!”
“Whaaaa-?” The man stuttered, falling back at his words.
Fingers tremble at that thought of being a jock, as they hold on to that barely-holding it in, tough cock. Veins pulsating heat as they transfer themselves onto sweating palms as they grow accustomed to fondling around, tossing balls and bouncing them, but not to mention the pleasure.
They BAMPH! All meaty and thick, thick jock fingers that can barely press and touch the keys of his old Samsung. The newness of those palms and dick felt like a whole new sensation, pumping and groping at the speed of LIGHT!
FLEX! The clueless scholar watched as arms fling involuntarily upwards, stopping the PUMP, letting his member throb irresistibly as it is, teasing and holding back as if its done so that the cursed pleasure can consume its victim whole.
Like what a straight guy would say, you got to TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!
Watching those fats harden with a BROAD sense of authority, tanning out as they take on a darker hue whilst doing bicep curls lifting invisible weights on the side, feeling the PRESSURE reach to those shoulders as they widen apart, feeling RIPPLING TOUGH MUSCLE, recklessly SHRRRIIIIIPPPPP away any remaining fabric on his sleep-tee, straight men sleep naked anyways.
“Straight men go commando duuuuuude! specially alphas like you!”
BOING! Goes the dick again, now rock hard as arms showoff those nasty bodybuilder pits, musky stench siphoning away femininity by the minute, siphoning shyness and gayness out.
Nostrils forcibly inhale them, busy spinning thoughts like they are trapped in a blanket toga. Cocooning his ever so growing pecs as fats melt away like soft-cut butter.
Fingers now groping them hard-as though they love the sensation of groping there. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” Moaning, losing every sense of prep-dignity as he bellowed in daylight-
—————-BEEP!——————-
Message from HotIdiotTutee - “Hey man, sorry Bout....”
————Phone Crash———-
————Rebooting————-
Message from Lil Bro - WOW Bowen is such a.......
“AH WHO GIVES A SHIT!” He tossed aside his phone, real men have their own fantasies.
Feeling those Abbssssss, trailing down that existing treasure trail reassuringly as though YOU know its supposed to be there, stoned and harder than yesterday-“cause you worked out in the gym DUH!”
BLOWWWW!
Exhaling deeply, letting those thoughts of confusion EXHALE while the body remains firm and muscular. “What you thought it was air? Ha! Fat chance! Real men work out like the dudes we are! Gotta be more confident am I right?”
"Hell yeah BRUH!"
Mouth dumbly proclaimed out loud, feeling hoarseness and an extreme lowering in octave with every letter, shamelessly loud course nobody's home. “Sides even if they were, you could do whatever you want-whenever you want. You are a JOCK!”
YOU ARE A JOCK YOU ARE A JOCK YOU ARE A JOCK
"Bruhhhhh!" Throat being parched with tons of beer from last night, every syllable slowly slurring out like it takes a minute to process anything other than what jocks want.
"Gotta...get me some chicks!" Mouth hollered, proclaiming loud like ION WOULD! “Hell YEAH! I WAS THE ONE THAT SET LIL’ BRO STRAIGHT!”
Fingers forcibily GRIP and PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP DICK HARDER THAN BEFORE! INCREDIBLE AROUSAL LIKE A MAN NEVER HAD IN A GAY LIFE AS-
“HAHAHAHA! GOTTA BE SWOLE FOR THE LADIES!”He yelled, flushing his liberal thoughts with those simple minded words.
The Ex-Nerd squares out his chiselled jawline, continuously PUSHING into a tight and sexy lantern jaw proportionate to a wealthy 6 ft bod, gotta love those jock scholarships.
GLASSES SHATTERING as vision blurring ever slightly-before reforminng again as stylish looking shades which get flicked almost instantaneously to the Ex-Nerd’s forehead.
“Whoaaaaaaaaa duuuuuude!”
Mouth slurring, dumb brain barely smart enough to notice subtile differences in his room. Then again, with the new reality setting in-
PLOP PLOP PLOP
Counting them, those pictures of bombshell ladies on the wall, 1 2 3 4 5, cannot stop staring at them, cannot stop thinking about how hot are-
“You can just about get anybody! Why settle for less? What are you?”
GAY?
"FUCK NO!" The soon to be alpha shouted, ever so aroused by the rejection of his former sexuality-“NO! It never happened man, I was always straight dude!”
Eyes frowning, slanting and narrowing more racially , thick nose plumping out nicely as the mouth twitches to a scowl, member limping slightly like the immune system reacting to the gay, gotta get it out quick! QUICK!
"BRUH!" Eyes darting to those bombshell ladies and YOU don't care anymore, whole body flushing that asian tan chicks dig and YOU KNOW IT.
“JUST gotta GET OFF! Sides, ain’t no way Carl Anderson gonna be a beta.”
Hair spikes and styles off tremendously, sides and back shaved off while the top matches an all American jock, sides the sorority chicks like an asian with a spiky top.
CHICKS LIKE THAT? Eyes flicker continuously, once devoid of interest of the opposite sex- no craving FOR DAT PUSSEH! SO FUCKING HOT! YOU-THEM!
"IM A FRAT BOY BABEH!"
PSSH PSSH PSSH!
"Bruh! PARTY TIME!" The loud frat boy shouted out loud, waving his cap with the initials C.A. Round and round with his meaty fingers.
The asian jock never liked to stay , specially when Carl Anderson had babes to be scorin.