Ian shouted from down the hall at his brother, "Dude! Can you really not control yourself?" It didn't take much for Ian to realize what was going on in his elder brother's room. At least when Ian got to being in such a state he tried to keep it down. He didn't wait for his brother to respond at all, and he hurried off into his room again...but as Ian went he realized something increasingly that he'd noticed since the two of them went off to their own new rooms.
Something was off with Ian's body.
Ian entered his room, a smaller room than what his brother got, but it seemed to be a really weird one. It still had a mirror in there from the last owner, and he wondered if the last person to own this room was a woman or something. As Ian walked in front of the mirror, he took off his shirt and regarded his suspicions. He was a swimmer. He knew what his body looked like typically. He was in a sport that entailed a lot of activity while wearing a speedo.
And this...this was not his body.
It was close though, but it wasn't. Ian stared at his reflection as he crossed his arms over his chest. His muscle tone was ridiculous. He hadn't gained much size, but it seemed there were striations in places and in such intensity that Ian was honestly baffled. He flexed his right bicep and watched the muscle bulge and show numerous veins and even the forearm seemed to go pretty tight. He traced his hand over his shoulder, over toward his back, and then moved his hand to the front.
As he let his hand drift over his nipple, Ian choked down a groan and couldn't help himself but roll his nipple between his index finger and his thumb. Fuuuuck, that felt nice. Ian pried his hand off and then looked again. There was also something he was noticing a little of that was more unwelcome than just some more muscle tone - if anything, the new tone might help him snag a hot chick or a new boyfriend here.
No, what he didn't like was the soft growing shadow of stubble on his chest and abdomen. It was RUINING his perfect six---now eight pack abs! And of course Ian's shaving equipment was in the truck Jose was bringing over. Just figures. Ian scratched at it somewhat irate in his manner, thinking about how good it'd feel to shave that off.
Ian thought about school, and how he hoped there wouldn't be that much backlash to him being openly bi here. He knew about the stereotype - about towns like this being hubs of homophobia and other bigotry - but he hoped it was not gonna be the case. In a small part because he thought the idea of getting with a hot cowboy or "open-minded" redneck lad was hot as hell. He could just imagine a tall, buff and blond good ol' boy senior from his new school unfastening his jeans and letting them fall. And then saying "Now, ain't nuthin' gay 'bout gettin' some dick suckin' done."
Ian found himself looking down at his groin, and how excited he was. Was his manhood always that big? He liked to think it was. But maybe whatever weird sudden growth spurt gave him all this muscle tone was also giving him a nice endowment. "Well, time to give this a test..." Ian pulled his shorts down and started to rub the front of his boxer shorts.
He liked to tease himself a little before moving into the full action. But the more Ian looked down there, the more impressed he was by how big his manhood was...