Muscle daddy

By MuscCanon  and Astromuscle 
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Whew, finally I am back, I thought when I set my bag down on my dorm bed. Too bad that my old roommate got suspended ‘cause it got out he was taking ‘roids. As I unpacked my belongings before my first class that afternoon, I thought back and remembered how cool it had been to live with my old roommate.

He was 5’11” and already weighed 200 pounds at the beginning of college, though he told me secretly he wanted to grow with the help of steroids and that he had a good source. True to his word he did grow. At the beginning, he had the body of a typical high school football jock. Nice bulging 17’’ arms, wide round shoulders, pretty solid and ripped legs and a nice bubble butt. And best of all was his big bulge.

In those three years everything changed for me. He grew 40 pounds of pure muscles in just one year. After three years, he weighed an astounding 280 pounds and had developed the body of an Olympia-level bodybuilder. Watching him grow, seeing his arms getting bigger and more defined, his chest getting puffier, I was horny a lot, and I often jacked off just thinking of him. He was also the reason I discovered I was gay.

He became very confident in his body, needless to say. He began strolling around naked in our room, and I got to tuck away many mental images to help me jack off to. He was all pumped muscle with a huge ‘roid gut, and thankfully the ‘roids didn’t seem to affect his junk, hanging large from his body. The problem with him was that he was as straight as an arrow. Nearly every week he had another girl with him in bed, and word was afterwards every girl couldn’t help but talk about his huge cock. I couldn’t blame them—he was huge. He was at least 10’’ from what I could tell from him strolling around our room, not concerned that I was staring wide eyed. I wish I had gotten the chance to feel up that large flaccid cock, make it inflate, and cup those big, heavy balls in my hand.

I guess the college found out about his steroid use, because it got to be too obvious. He got thrown off the football team and got suspended from college. As he left we promised each other that we would stay in contact. But life got in my way and I had to earn money during the summer, and he also seemed to be busy as I only got short messages that asked if I were doing all right. When I replied with the same question, he always told me that life had never been so good to him.

Now the new college year, and hopefully my last, had started, but I was sure I would find some time to meet up with him again soon. I wondered if he’d continued to grow in the meantime. Bigger than 280 pounds? Maybe his cock grew also bigger…

I drifted away from the things I had to do and got a boner. I hoped that I would have enough time before my new roommate arrived to get off, because hiding my 8.5’’ boner is not easy. Yes, I know. I shouldn’t be complaining about my cock size. But living with a monster for such a long time, you start to have a different standard for size. Maybe my new roommate would be a small dweeb—then my hard on would probably go down fast enough and he wouldn’t see it.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door, which made me jump in surprise. I was even more shocked as my new roommate walked in. Fortuna was generous with me, because he was the most massive guy I had ever seen. He had to turn sideways to get through the doorway. In front of me stood the most impressive and beautiful man I had ever seen in my life until now. Even bigger than my old roommate. How was this possible?

The large man squared himself to me after having entered, effectively cutting off my view of the door. He was wearing a dark muscle hoody with the sleeves pushed up, exposing forearms that bulged from the suitcases he was carrying in both hands. Each muscle in his thick lower arms was standing out, held in place by a net of veins crossing each other and drawing my eyes up upwards. Huge biceps and triceps thickened around his arm, straining his sleeves. The big hoody mostly hid the rest of the body, although I could see some big pecs heaving out from his chest, the hoody draping down from them and hiding whether he had abs, or a gut. My penis twitched at the thought of ripping his clothes off to find out.

After a second sizing me up he dropped his bags with a loud thud and reached out his hand. “Hi, I am Mark. I’m guessing we will be roommates this year. Nice to meet you.” I reached out and we shook hands. Damn, he had such a strong grip. His hand was larger than mine, and his thick, muscular fingers didn’t give at all to my pressure. I could feel the weight-lifting calluses. I was sure we could become good friends. He let go of my hand and turned and bent over to pick up his bags. My penis jumped again. His back was so wide and that ass looked so hard where could I start…

I quickly shoved my hand into my pants to wrench my penis to somewhere less conspicuous while he had his back turned. I had to move to let him by as he passed and I noticed that my eyes barely met the top of his shoulders. I watched his large delts pulling the fabric of his hoodie forward and back as he carried the heavy bags. He started putting things away and I went back to doing the same, feeling an odd warmth at the shared activity.

After we had both had finally unpacked, we sat down and started to talk. Mark told me that he was here because he got a football scholarship, but he also told me that he really wanted to do bodybuilding instead, just like his dad did. He enthusiastically described how big his dad was and how small he was compared to him. He also mentioned that he got his good genes from his dad, and expected to start growing bigger soon.

The muscle talk made me pretty horny again, and I was very thankful that I was sitting down. During our talk we both found out that we had most of our classes together, even the first one of the new year. We continued talking for a while, until we both realized with a sudden shock that we had nearly missed our first class. While I was getting ready Mark suddenly dropped his jogging pants to change into jeans. If I thought my old roommate was big, then Mark was a freak. His quads, calves, and bulge were huge. I couldn’t stop my jaw from dropping. Mark was dressing in a rush, but noticed me sitting in awe. He smiled confidently at me, turning to give me a better view. “Pretty impressive, huh? You can thank my dad’s good genes for this thing too, though I still think he is bigger than me,” he said touching his bulge and giving it a nice pull, which made it grow a little. Then he gave me a wink, causing me to blush. I had to use far more willpower than it should have taken to close my mouth. Once he stopped teasing me and got ready, we both left for class.

During the year, we grew even more connected. We got to be pretty close friends. Unfortunately for me again, he also seemed to be very straight as he dated many girls, just like my old roommate. I tried not to let on that I was gay, hoping it would make him more comfortable. If he found out that I was gay he might not take off his pants in front of me anymore either, which would be a tragedy. We both started to work out together after Mark mentioned to me that he really needed a spotter at the gym, and so our friendship got closer because of that. I was unsure how good of a spotter I was being, but Mark didn’t seem to mind, and he spotted me in turn. Luckily I was also benefiting from the workouts, growing more athletic myself, and before long I began sporting some good pecs and my arms were gaining some definition.

Throughout the year I also got to see more of Mark. When he had arrived I had only seen those heavy arms of his, and later his privates. In retrospect I had wished I could have noticed his legs at the time, but I had been hyper focused on his manhood. As it turned out I didn’t need to worry, since, much like my last roommate, Mark had no boundaries. I got many opportunities to appreciate Mark’s entire body as he strolled around naked in our room. Is this a jock thing? I don’t walk around in the nude. Maybe I would if I looked like that, I guess. His wide back held his arms out away from his body a little, a nice V-taper going down to his ass. I also discovered he did indeed have a flat stomach, abs like bricks holding up the large chest and shoulders with a solid foundation. His ass was muscular, and even at rest you could see the muscles through any slight amount of fat he may have housed there. Large, powerful quads came out of his tight waist, bounding up and coming in tight to his knees. Diamond calves pressed hard against his skin behind his shins, more veins becoming apparent as if the skin needed help to contain the muscle. If I thought Mark had even one atom of gay in him I would worship those muscles in every way my brain could come up with, but sadly I had to settle for keeping some tissues near my bed for when he walked out to the bathroom for a shower.

During our workouts Mark could not stop talking about his dad, and the more often we worked out the more he told me about how big his dad was and how much bigger he wanted to grow. Mark said one day he hoped to get bigger than his dad, but he told me he wasn’t sure if he ever could. This was one of the only times Mark seemed insecure about anything, and I comforted him, telling him one day he would surely outgrow his old man. Despite my words, though, the more he talked about his dad, the more curious I got and the more I wanted to meet the man who could supposedly dwarf the muscle man in front of me. Was it really possible that his dad was that much bigger than Mark? Mark was already an alpha jock. Thinking about his dad being even bigger made my cock grow bigger in my pants every time. Luckily I wore tight spandex under my workout clothes at the gym where Mark gushed the most about his dad the most. It kept my cock and balls in place. Thank god.

As the end of the semester came around, Mark suddenly asked me if I wanted want to join him during spring break. We could continue working together at his house, in his dad’s home gym. I quickly agreed, mind caught up by the idea that I could finally meet his huge dad. “I would love to join you. You need a spotter after all I guess.” He smiled at me and I blushed. God… did he know I was gay?

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